One small step for a tiny man Shrunk and kidnapped by Jen chapter 13 by Louka31

You stand motionless, approximately ten paces away from Elisia's massive palm. Her fingers, each topped with a long, gorgeous, deep-red nail, slowly and repeatedly curl inward in a coaxing motion. You have felt the warm, soothing, cocooning sensation of those digits protectively wrapping themselves around your body several times today, but the thought of walking freely into their waiting grasp once more causes you sends a tingle down your spine. Even compared to letting yourself be lulled to sleep in her hands as you had just done, this time would be different.

If you walk those seven paces and surrender yourself to Elisia, there will be no turning back. She will undoubtedly use the opportunity to immediately seal you away in the tight confines of her zipped handbag. There you will remain for the entirety of the drive to the airport, and most likely through the check-in and security process as well. With such a precious little commodity safely in their clutches (and one that will not be declared at Customs upon arrival, thank you very much), you have little doubt that she and her girlfriends will devote their undivided attention to thwarting any possible escape attempt of yours. Once she walks through that terminal gate, takes her seat on the plane, and secures her handbag on her lap, it will be all over for you... and that's all assuming you even have any willpower left to resist at that point.

Five steps are all that separate you from a lifetime of gentle, humiliating servitude and pet play at the hands of the most gorgeous Italian goddesses you have ever seen. Your destiny is hanging by the thinnest thread, and should you choose to cut it, you know you will be saying goodbye to everything you've ever known in your life. Your hopes and dreams, and any chance of seeing your family again, will all be firmly snuffed out by the countless pairs of high fashion boots stomping into your future. Perpetually surrounded by leather in some form or another for the rest of your days, you imagine you will most likely lose your mind completely to the smooth texture, pleasurable squeaks, and beguiling scent.

You're reminded of all the times in your life you have stood atop a high mountain or building, and felt the faintest urge to jump. That sinister whisper in the back of your mind (can you imagine if you really did it? Just a tiny little motion from your legs. That's all it would take. You could do it. You could jump and nobody would stop you), the thrilling tingle in your toes... it's as if you're standing on the very precipice of the Golden Gate Bridge again, with only a couple of simple muscle twitches standing between you and utter ruination. Of course, the rational side of your mind always shuts down the call of the void, keeping you safely grounded on that spot.

But never before has your rational mind felt so hazy and far away. For each thought that screams at you to run away, beg your giantess owners for mercy, or try to somehow turn them against each other, a dozen observations of how soft and warm their hands are, how nice their leather clothing feels against your skin, and how happy their adoring coos make you feel lazily drift through your head. Every time you try to picture your beloved parents' faces and imagine their devastation over losing their son, the much more perceptible sound of a womanly Italian giggle, crease of a jacket, or zip of a pocket soothes these images from your mind. Instead of focusing on your life goals and dreams as a human being, your thoughts about the future keep circling back to Elisia's promise of many more pairs of boots waiting at home for you to clean.

But surely you wouldn't walk the four steps needed to reach her hand, would you?

Wait... has it always been three...?

Slowly but steadily, your will to resist your abductresses crumbles. Like a lotus-eater, all of your clouded memories and thoughts of escape melt away, replaced with the dull pleasantness of acceptance. No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to recall why you should resist your owners.

And finally, you stop trying.

You... like feeling this way. You enjoy being treated like an adorable pet, and at your size, it makes sense to be one. Nothing excites you more than seeing all the delighted faces of your giantess owners aimed down at you. Honestly, who are you to question their desires, their commands? How could you be so arrogant as to even think of denying the will of these goddesses, surely the very daughters of Venus herself? You should feel honored that they even consider a mouse like you worthy of licking their heavenly boots and receiving their praise.

You can't believe you've been standing just two steps away from heaven this whole time.

You're ready to leave all those pesky thoughts of old memories, fear, and disobedience behind in US, and bring a blank mind of utter bliss and compliance back home to Italy.

You hear a dulcet chorus of satisfied giggles from above, feeling your heart swell with warmth as Francesca and Angelina join in with Elisia. Three flawless faces crowd in closely to watch you begin taking that single step.

And with a triumphant grin, and a heart-melting whisper of "Il mio piccolo ragazzo," Elisia slowly folds her fingers into her palm, encasing you in a warm darkness once more.