[Original Author: gemini, adrift from Writing.Com]

Diane shined Nathan's gargantuan dress shoes. As in, actually applied polish to them, with a cloth. Nathan even had a little kit for her to use. It was even branded, the strong letters read ManGear. The task of fully polishing both of his shoes was daunting, like she was painting a house.

She spent most of the day covered in cum splatter, glue to the tissue he left her in. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to, now, and didn't. She wanted Nathan to cum on her again. Then, he quickly, deftly cleaned her in the sink when he cleaned his tissue. He obviously had a routine for it. After that, he ordered her to kneel on his desk for a while, while he worked. He ignored her, until he reched for her and told her to shine his shoes. She promptly replied, "yes, Sir," eventhough she was pretty sure he couldn't even hear her.

So, she shined Nathan's shoes. She used her shoe shine kit to shine them with a detail finer than any normal-sized cobbler. She was trying to find an awful pride in that. Meanwhile, Nathan's huge feet rest nearby. Mostly, his feet were flat. Sometimes, he crossed them and they loomed over her, reminding her of just how large the looming colossus was. The air would warm, then, and with every breath she was forced to smell Nathan's all-powerful feet.

She shined Nathan's shoes until he reached for her, and put her in his pocket to take her home. All at once Diane plunged into the space hole of soft fabric. It was dark and cool. She was jostled about mightily as he moved, until he sat down. Then, something large and warmed pushed into her, and he pressed her into it. He rubbed her against his cock as he drove home, and she could feel Nathan getting bigger, and harder, and hotter. She curled up against his cock. She squirmed against it, and he rubbed her against himself less, but still his truck-sized penis swelled.

This was the cock that ruled her, she thought. This was the man that owned her. He always had, she mused, and suddenly felt relief for the first time since shrinking. When they were together, she found Nathan to be an exciting, exhausting, insufferable bully. They were off and on for a while until one time, he slapped her, and she broke up with him for good. He didn't make sense for her at her old size, but with her at two inches tall, he made perfect sense.

Finally, she admitted it to herself: he was right. She didn't come to him for a job. She gave herself to him. Her old life was over. At two-inches tall, her best bet was a giant would enslave her. Either that, or she would have been stepped on. At least with Nathan, she knew what to expect, and could trust him to be that giant she already knew so well. He was the size he was always meant to be, compared to her. As long as she was obedient. She fully believed that he might step on her if she didn't. That thought didn't worry her like it probably should.

Nathan got home, and she eagerly waited for him to reach for her. For his first order. But, really, she already knew all of the things he liked, and the way he liked it.