You find yourself laying down on your bed, idly scrolling through social media until you become tired enough to sleep. Drifting away, you are snapped back to reality by a notification popping up on your screen. It is an invitation to a video call with Bea.

 

Bea is your classmate. You’ve known her for some time, and are aware that she is a bully. Somehow, she found out about your fetishes and has been using that information to toy with you for some time now. Watching you blush and squirm whenever she brings them up never fails to put a smile on her face. 

 

Answering the call, the figure of Bea slowly loads in. Finally, you can see her freckled dark face and bright green eyes, the signature crooked smile on her lips. Fixing her long straight black hair, she turns her attention back to you. Bea is currently wearing a yellow T-shirt with some band’s logo on it, her blue-white striped underwear barely visible. 

 

“What’s up, loser?” She breaks the silence, bringing her meaty soles to the camera. The pale pads of her ebony feet are shown on the screen as she leans back against a pillow. There are colorful plushies strewn all over it. “You like my pedicure?” Flexing her toes, you notice that they are painted a pearly shade of white. 

 

You shift your body, trying to hide your boner. It continues pressing tightly against your underwear, making it difficult to conceal. “Squirming already. Damn, you are down baaad!” She bursts out laughing, pressing the pad of her sole against the lens. “Are you really such a little bitch? My widdle tootsies are too much for you to handle, big guy?”

 

Putting down her feet, the woman brings up a worn pink sandal into the view. Turning its sole towards the phone, you are able to see the grimy imprints of her toes against the cheap rubber. Bea brings up the sandal to her face, taking a deep whiff. “I bet you are dripping already, aren’t you, footfreak? Well, too bad!” She sticks out her tongue, flipping you off while using her large toe to end the call.

 

With your heart now racing, you find it difficult to fall asleep. You lay awake for hours, thinking about the encounter. Despite all the teasing (or because of it), you can’t help but be attracted to the woman. She has you under some weird spell from which you cannot escape. 

 

Unable to stop thinking about it, you begin searching the internet for a way to shrink. It may sound ridiculous, but in a lustful frenzy, you nonetheless scour the web. After a few minutes, you reach a strange site. 

 

There were red flags all over its interface: from the barebone HTML design to the generic 5-star reviews to the random text in some foreign language appearing all around the shopping list. Against your better judgment, you place an order for a medium-sized bottle, turn your phone off, and fall asleep as your heart continues racing. 

 

Your package arrives in just 3 days, with you hearing the small pills rattling inside as you walk up the stairs toward your room. Taking it out of the oversized cardboard box, you can see a simple white bottle with a dark green label. You decide to read the printed text. 

 

 

This doesn’t exactly boost your confidence, but you press on. Popping off the tightly sealed cap, you can see the promised 20 white pills resting atop each other. You take one, feeling it between your fingers. The idea that something so simple is capable of shrinking you seems whimsical. But even if it fails, there is no shame in trying. 

 

From having an overview of full instructions included with the package (after using a translator app), you deduce that the more pills you take, the further down you dwindle. The effect also lasts longer, leaving you stranded at the minuscule size for hours. Looking at the chart which compares height and body weight, it looks like just one capsule will shrink you down to 1 inch. From there, the effect is exponential. 

 

Shuffling through the pile, one of the pills instead appears to be green. You aren’t sure what this is all about, and the instructions don’t say anything about it. For safety, you separate it from the rest. You’re already taking enough risks as it is, and tempting fate any further is not the best idea.

 

With the box in your hand, you are ready to live out your fantasies. But before leaving the house, a concern pops into your mind. What if the pills don’t work? Are you really going to drive all the way over to her house just for them to do nothing except upset your stomach? Perhaps testing one pill now would be a good idea, just to see if they even do anything.