Where They Fall on the Food Chain
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
"That was good but wasn't nearly enough."
Such a simple statement couldn't have been more dejecting to hear for the crowds at Madeline's feet. It wasn't made with angry or vile in any way. Just plain hard truth. Many would go hungry tonight or go home to see their food had been stolen while they had been on foot duty. For what? All that food they had sacrificed for their self proclaimed queen. After all that and this big bitch was still hungry.
Though no one spoke up there was a feeling of unease that began to spread like amongst the people like a virus. Panicked looks began to form on people's faces. This wasn't sustainable. What would she eat when, not if, they ran out food? They would get the answer that was right in front of them the whole time under tragic circumstances.
Madeline's first hour as the new ruler of the neighborhood had gone much smoother than she had expected. While many of her neighbors' skeptical faces of her stared blankly back at her after she demanded they wash and rub her feet no dared to protest or fight back. Apparently they believed that the path of least resistance was their best chance of either finding a way to get help or Madeline letting them leave in peace. If only they had known at the time that Madeline had no such plans. Their lives and everything in them now belonged to her.
As far as forced giant foot rubs were concerned, Madeline actually did a pretty decent job dividing the neighborhood for their tasks. To no one's surprise when she spoke they listened. She had one side of the street focus on her left foot while the other focused on her right. Shifts were created. Women ran through their homes grabbing any dish cloth or rag they could find. The four men who had been washing their cars were voluntold to redirect their hoses to each of her giant feet. While large groups worked to wash the base of her heel Madeline selected several "special" neighbors for an important task.
As Madeline called out their names the total group of eight people stepped forward like selection before they were all scooped up and dropped haphazardly on top of her toes high above the rest. From the perch of the toes they looked back straining their necks to see over the bulging belly of the giantess that had personally picked them and wondered what god awful task were they about to be given.
"Greetings everyone. Sorry about the rough landing. I'm still getting used to picking you guys up. Any way. You are the lucky few I have chosen to clean between my toes. And if you complete special assignment you shall be receive a special reward."
Members of the group looked at each other. Some were hopeful them and their families might be allowed to evacuate. Others had more carnal desires in mind as they stared at the giant milf. Whatever she had in mind it had worked. Madeline suddenly had eight very motivated workers for the grueling task ahead.
"Good God! What did we do to this dumb bitch to deserve this?" Brock said as he pulled another hep of sock fuzz from between Madeline's big and second toes.
"Not sure about you. I think I may have gotten some of her mail and never returned it by mistake. Seems a bit harsh of you ask me." Ian replied using his button up shirt to wipe away more toe jam.
"Man I don't even rub my own wife's feet. Now I'm wrist deep in this big bitch's toe cleavage." Brock said.
"What are you complaining about? At least you have gloves on. This was a new shirt that no amount of bleach will ever make clean again." Ian responded.
"Yeah the Mrs. asked me to clean out my gutters today. I guess I won't be doing that. Sorry honey long day the giant foot factory."
"Way to look on the bright side."
Both men laughed at their shared misery before a loud judgmental voice yelled at them.
"Will you two shut up! This job is hard enough without you ladies gossiping like school girls."
Both men looked over to their right towards the source of the venomous voice. Old man Mason. The 66 year old was maybe even more despised in the neighborhood than Madeline. It was no shocker he was put on toe cleaning duty like the rest of them.
"Old man must really want that reward. Can't say I blame him." Brock said getting back to the horrible task at hand.
"Maybe he's just got a thing for feet?" Ian asked.
"Yeah this is probably just the closest gramps has come to touching a woman in over a decade. Haha." Both men laughed before feeling the area around them shake.
"Shit! What's happening?!"
Brock and Ian looked back to see that Madeline was busy chewing something in her mouth. Must had been all that food gathered by the people below. Apparently she was enjoying it too as she absentmindedly started to wiggle her toes in delight.
"Everyone hold on tight." Brock yelled.
"That was good but wasn't nearly enough."
What happened next no one can say for sure. Most likely the old man was just hard of hearing and didn't hear the warning. Maybe Mr. Mason really was just so focused on getting that prize that he didn't feel the ground moving beneath. Either way both Brock and Ian turned in time to see the old thrown from his position, like a rider bucked from a bronco, and fall all the way down to the hard pavement below.
*CRACK*
"Well that's a shame." Madeline said more apathetic than anything.
After the accident all the work ceased and the neighbors perched on her toes slowly climbed down and back on to the ground. Meanwhile their neighbor lay motionless on the ground. The significance of the first death among people's mood couldn't be understated. Obviously having a giant woman hold the whole neighborhood hostage meant for a dangerous setting. Still till now everyone kind of assumed that they see this through to hopefully returning everything back to normal. Now that hope had passed them by and whatever future was in store for them did not include Mr. Mason.
Things did not stay very solemn for long. Madeline still had them at her mercy after all. Apparently the food they had worked so hard to collect for her wasn't enough and she was still hungry. While all this was playing out in the background, Brock and Ian decided to do the proper thing and get Mr. Mason's body out of the street. Once they got it back into his home and out of public sight maybe it would all feel less real for everybody.
As the men started to haul away Mr. Mason's corpse up above Madeline took notice.
"Umm hmm. You two. Did I tell you get rid of him?" Madeline asked.
Both men looked at each other than back at the giant face in the sky.
"Well umm no, but..." Brock said before Madeline cut him off.
"Exactly don't forget whose in charge here. It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead.
I decide when you get to leave!"
"Besides... it's rude to take someone else's snack."
"Wait? what?" Ian said before he felt himself being lifted up.
Madeline unwilling to let a bit of protein go to waste seized the old man's body going so far as to lift the two holding onto to Mr. Mason off the ground before they dropped back down to the street. With no remorse whatsoever the giantess tossed the limp body into her mouth like any other morsel of food. Madeline chewed loud enough for the whole street to hear.
On the ground below Brock and Ian listened as the old man's body was brutally pulverized. Mason was a bastard sure. But he didn't deserve that. No one did.
For Madeline this latest act was just her solving a problem rather than the desecration of another human being's body. So what if this meat was a bit expired? If her neighbors couldn't figure out how to feed her then she was just going to have to take matters into her own hands. If they couldn't get her enough food then they would just have to make for up the difference.
Maybe Madeline just had to take a more hands on approach. Perhaps picking out people in charge of her food would help get things in order. Still it was always good to know that she had a whole neighborhood worth of meat...just in case.
Such a simple statement couldn't have been more dejecting to hear for the crowds at Madeline's feet. It wasn't made with angry or vile in any way. Just plain hard truth. Many would go hungry tonight or go home to see their food had been stolen while they had been on foot duty. For what? All that food they had sacrificed for their self proclaimed queen. After all that and this big bitch was still hungry.
Though no one spoke up there was a feeling of unease that began to spread like amongst the people like a virus. Panicked looks began to form on people's faces. This wasn't sustainable. What would she eat when, not if, they ran out food? They would get the answer that was right in front of them the whole time under tragic circumstances.
Madeline's first hour as the new ruler of the neighborhood had gone much smoother than she had expected. While many of her neighbors' skeptical faces of her stared blankly back at her after she demanded they wash and rub her feet no dared to protest or fight back. Apparently they believed that the path of least resistance was their best chance of either finding a way to get help or Madeline letting them leave in peace. If only they had known at the time that Madeline had no such plans. Their lives and everything in them now belonged to her.
As far as forced giant foot rubs were concerned, Madeline actually did a pretty decent job dividing the neighborhood for their tasks. To no one's surprise when she spoke they listened. She had one side of the street focus on her left foot while the other focused on her right. Shifts were created. Women ran through their homes grabbing any dish cloth or rag they could find. The four men who had been washing their cars were voluntold to redirect their hoses to each of her giant feet. While large groups worked to wash the base of her heel Madeline selected several "special" neighbors for an important task.
As Madeline called out their names the total group of eight people stepped forward like selection before they were all scooped up and dropped haphazardly on top of her toes high above the rest. From the perch of the toes they looked back straining their necks to see over the bulging belly of the giantess that had personally picked them and wondered what god awful task were they about to be given.
"Greetings everyone. Sorry about the rough landing. I'm still getting used to picking you guys up. Any way. You are the lucky few I have chosen to clean between my toes. And if you complete special assignment you shall be receive a special reward."
Members of the group looked at each other. Some were hopeful them and their families might be allowed to evacuate. Others had more carnal desires in mind as they stared at the giant milf. Whatever she had in mind it had worked. Madeline suddenly had eight very motivated workers for the grueling task ahead.
"Good God! What did we do to this dumb bitch to deserve this?" Brock said as he pulled another hep of sock fuzz from between Madeline's big and second toes.
"Not sure about you. I think I may have gotten some of her mail and never returned it by mistake. Seems a bit harsh of you ask me." Ian replied using his button up shirt to wipe away more toe jam.
"Man I don't even rub my own wife's feet. Now I'm wrist deep in this big bitch's toe cleavage." Brock said.
"What are you complaining about? At least you have gloves on. This was a new shirt that no amount of bleach will ever make clean again." Ian responded.
"Yeah the Mrs. asked me to clean out my gutters today. I guess I won't be doing that. Sorry honey long day the giant foot factory."
"Way to look on the bright side."
Both men laughed at their shared misery before a loud judgmental voice yelled at them.
"Will you two shut up! This job is hard enough without you ladies gossiping like school girls."
Both men looked over to their right towards the source of the venomous voice. Old man Mason. The 66 year old was maybe even more despised in the neighborhood than Madeline. It was no shocker he was put on toe cleaning duty like the rest of them.
"Old man must really want that reward. Can't say I blame him." Brock said getting back to the horrible task at hand.
"Maybe he's just got a thing for feet?" Ian asked.
"Yeah this is probably just the closest gramps has come to touching a woman in over a decade. Haha." Both men laughed before feeling the area around them shake.
"Shit! What's happening?!"
Brock and Ian looked back to see that Madeline was busy chewing something in her mouth. Must had been all that food gathered by the people below. Apparently she was enjoying it too as she absentmindedly started to wiggle her toes in delight.
"Everyone hold on tight." Brock yelled.
"That was good but wasn't nearly enough."
What happened next no one can say for sure. Most likely the old man was just hard of hearing and didn't hear the warning. Maybe Mr. Mason really was just so focused on getting that prize that he didn't feel the ground moving beneath. Either way both Brock and Ian turned in time to see the old thrown from his position, like a rider bucked from a bronco, and fall all the way down to the hard pavement below.
*CRACK*
"Well that's a shame." Madeline said more apathetic than anything.
After the accident all the work ceased and the neighbors perched on her toes slowly climbed down and back on to the ground. Meanwhile their neighbor lay motionless on the ground. The significance of the first death among people's mood couldn't be understated. Obviously having a giant woman hold the whole neighborhood hostage meant for a dangerous setting. Still till now everyone kind of assumed that they see this through to hopefully returning everything back to normal. Now that hope had passed them by and whatever future was in store for them did not include Mr. Mason.
Things did not stay very solemn for long. Madeline still had them at her mercy after all. Apparently the food they had worked so hard to collect for her wasn't enough and she was still hungry. While all this was playing out in the background, Brock and Ian decided to do the proper thing and get Mr. Mason's body out of the street. Once they got it back into his home and out of public sight maybe it would all feel less real for everybody.
As the men started to haul away Mr. Mason's corpse up above Madeline took notice.
"Umm hmm. You two. Did I tell you get rid of him?" Madeline asked.
Both men looked at each other than back at the giant face in the sky.
"Well umm no, but..." Brock said before Madeline cut him off.
"Exactly don't forget whose in charge here. It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead.
I decide when you get to leave!"
"Besides... it's rude to take someone else's snack."
"Wait? what?" Ian said before he felt himself being lifted up.
Madeline unwilling to let a bit of protein go to waste seized the old man's body going so far as to lift the two holding onto to Mr. Mason off the ground before they dropped back down to the street. With no remorse whatsoever the giantess tossed the limp body into her mouth like any other morsel of food. Madeline chewed loud enough for the whole street to hear.
On the ground below Brock and Ian listened as the old man's body was brutally pulverized. Mason was a bastard sure. But he didn't deserve that. No one did.
For Madeline this latest act was just her solving a problem rather than the desecration of another human being's body. So what if this meat was a bit expired? If her neighbors couldn't figure out how to feed her then she was just going to have to take matters into her own hands. If they couldn't get her enough food then they would just have to make for up the difference.
Maybe Madeline just had to take a more hands on approach. Perhaps picking out people in charge of her food would help get things in order. Still it was always good to know that she had a whole neighborhood worth of meat...just in case.
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