"Uhm, sure, sir", she forced some words out. She still had to keep it up. "Of course". She still felt Felicia's gaze on the back of her head. Nicole's heels were already clacking away; she either didn't notice or didn't care. Anju's mind raced. She finally let the man's leg go. "Just a moment, please. I will just get a... footrest to support your leg. One second". She really, really wanted to wipe her chin with her sleeve, but didn't.

***

Jay glanced at the manager, cautiously gauging her reaction. The woman looked unfazed; in fact, he could of swore he saw a look of approval flash across her face, if only for a moment.

His eyes drifted back toward the girl at his feet, frozen in place, likely dumbstruck at his brazen lack of respect towards her as an employee, or frankly as a human being. He had to bite his tongue as she choked out a response; it was adorable, watching her squirm, trying her absolute best to appease him for the sake of her job. Ideas swarmed in his head of all the ways he could humiliate her, but as his hand brushed against a bump in his pocket, a better idea took center stage.

As she started to back away, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, easing her back down to the ground. He knew she was just trying to buy time, trying to somehow escape this hellish ordeal he was about to put her through. The look in his eyes told her that wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re good right there, babe” he stated, a gruffness in his voice conveying a sense of conviction; he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Sit down. On the floor”

He pulled out a small silver remote from his pocket and played with in his hand, twirling it slowly around his thumb. It was the latest in ShrinkCorp mobile technology; a remote capable of mobile shrinking and resistance enhancement. He knew he couldn't use it here... not with the manager watching over them. But he would find his opportunity.

***

Anju had a plan. If in doubt, always make a stepwise plan. Stand up. Get a bench or whatever else that works. Drag it here, put it in front of him, lift his foot up onto it, give him his damn foot rub, wait for Nicole, sell him a pair of shoes and never see him again. Oh, and smile all the way throughout. That too.

But this went awry as his hand landed on Anju’s shoulder and guided her back down. With a barely audible “oh” she plopped back onto her knees, now looking at him with badly concealed shock. This was a step too far. You don’t just do something like this. You don’t…

…unless you’re visiting Pedestal.

Trying to regain her composure, she straightened herself once again, looked at him with all the professional confidence she could muster and said:

“Would you still like a foot massage, sir? Or is there anything else I could help you with?”

Her tone only slipped once: on the words “anything else” she pressed a bit too much, as if really hoping to hear “something else”. She took notice of the silvery device in his hand, but didn’t immediately recognize it… maybe something out of a TV ad? She couldn’t be sure in that moment.

Indeed, ShrinkCorp products were way beyond anything someone like Anju could ever afford, so she had no reason to recognize that off the bat.

Anju remained in her place, waiting for an answer. That place on her chin - the one where his foot made contact with her skin - still burned. She awaited a response, still wearing her polite mask. “Tonight”, she thought to herself, “as soon as I am out of here I am going to “Lace” to have as many caipirinhas as it takes to get this guy out of my head”. He was getting to her. Truth to be told, this store was getting to her. Good pay, considering the level of qualifications required, but she was so fed up with her bitchy manager and entitled customers who treated staff like dirt…

***

He continued to play with the silver remote in this hand impatiently, eyes locked on Anju. The device only had 4 buttons: Size+, Size-, Sync and Activate. Jay had already synced the device to her when he pulled it out earlier, setting the size scale to 1". All that was left was to activate it and let the controller do its magic.

Perhaps he was going too far again, he thought. The last time he used the device, it was in the prototype phases; a gift from a tech consultancy at the firm, a little thank you for the years of employment and millions of dollars he'd given the company. He had found a woman, alone at the movies in an empty theatre. He shrank quietly her in dim light of the projector, a firm finger on her mouth hushing her faint protests. The resistance technology still hadn’t been developed by then, and Jay was a little… overzealous with his new plaything. He accidentally crushed her within the first few hours of owning her, eager as he was to use his new little doll-sized toy as an insole for his dress shoes. He had regretted that lust-driven choice. Not because he felt sorry for the poor girl and the torment he put her through. No. He was just sorry he wasted a perfectly good pet.

That mistake wouldn't happen again... not with this one.

He lifted his leg up and dumped his foot on Anju’s lap, digging his rough heel into her stomach a bit. Up until now, she still wore that proud façade, unflinching, and Jay wanted to change that.

“You can stay” he added, smiling coyly down at her. “You haven't even started yet”

He might not have been able to see her apprehension before, but he could certainly feel it now. The rhythmic vibrations against the sole of his foot were heavy and quick, even through his thick cotton sock; her heart was pounding.

“Masseuse, I’m waiting over here...” he added, pushing the ball of his foot into her chest as if he was easing down on a gas pedal, his meaty toes grazing along the inside of her shallow cleavage. He wanted her to feel helpless, to feel vulnerable before the transformation even began. It would be much easier to break her that way.

***

She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. Just like she really didn’t like the “babe”, the toes touching her chin and the hand pressing down on her shoulder. She remained staunch under his gaze, though, determined to defeat him with a polite demeanor and a smile.

She still couldn’t tell what the silvery thing was.

Anju hoped that maybe this was the time to stand up and forget about this massage nonsense… after all, she was spending a bit too long on her knees in front of this belligerent man. However, before she could act on that thought, the massive foot lifted and fell directly on her lap. Warm, wide and heavy, it didn’t just make Anju gasp; it carried with it a certain presence. It rested on her in a vulgar, relaxed way, with the heel pressing uncomfortably into her belly, the toes reaching far up her chest. Her gaze was once again glued to the socked toes. The smile finally left her lips.

Masseuse. He just called Anju a masseuse. Feeling helpless, she kept staring at the toes for several agonizingly long seconds. Her heart sank as she meekly lifted her hands and laid them on the sides of the foot, her thumbs pressing into the sole. Her hands were so tiny compared to the wide, heavy appendage.

To top it all off, Felicia finally decided to intervene - but on on Anju's side. No, that would be too much to expect. The manager flashed the client a smile. “Please, feel yourself at home”, she said, then shot a glance towards the entrance, perhaps hoping that no one else was coming just yet. “Anju will be happy to assist you with anything you need, right, Anju?”

Then she disappeared back into her office.

Anju was now alone with this man. Her hands still weren’t moving; she wasn’t sure she was actually about to do this. But Felicia didn’t come to her aid. If she backs out, she’ll get fired. How’s she supposed to find a better place to work at right now?

Suddenly, a strange realization rushed in; anyone shopping here was filthy rich compared to her, and right now one of these rich, powerful people had his foot in her lap. This thick cotton sock probably cost more than like a third of her wardrobe.

“I just can’t do anything”, she realized, and it was a strangely calming thought. “No one is on my side. I just have to get through it”.
True. This was just… more humiliating than she was used to in retail.

As he reminded her of his presence by pressing his foot down, as his toes touched between her breasts, Anju started delicately rubbing the foot in her lap, her little hands working their way along its length, her thumbs pressing into the meaty sole in an attempt to get the soreness out. “Sorry, sir”, she mumbled; her voice came out much more defeated than she’d hoped. Her motions were mechanical, and she didn’t look up for now. “Maybe I should just placate him, and then he’ll leave me alone”, she thought. “Maybe that’s how it works with him”.