Behavioral Relocation

It was your senior year of high school. Throughout your entire school life, kids have picked on and bullied you. Every time you fought back, everyone claimed you started it, so you were constantly getting in trouble. But now that you were 18 you were looking at some serious trouble over an incident where a bully tried to swing at you. All you did was duck out of the way. Well, when he tripped, fell, and ended up breaking his arm, him and all his buddies claimed that you had done it to him.

Your parents were fed up. They never believed you. Now that you were facing expulsion it was beginning to look like you were going to have to retake your final year. Your parents weren't having it. They sent you off to live with your Aunt Daisy. She was a high school teacher and was known for being very strict. She was going to personally homeschool you for your last year.

You were a good kid, unfortunately you were dealt a rough hand. You were always obedient, always listened, still, everyone truly believed you were some truly horrible kid. Your parents told you aunt that if she couldn't get through to you that she should just kick you to the curb and the whole family would be done with you. You couldn't believe all that was at risk and you vowed to be the best, most obedient nephew ever. Your aunt was a hard ass. If you could please her, the whole family would probably change their view of you.

Moving in was rough. Your aunt treated you like her own personal slave, constantly barking orders. You did all the chores in the house. Dishes, scrubbing the floors, washing and folding her laundry. She made you learn to cook so you could make her great dinners. The thing you hated the most though was every night when she would have you rub her feet while she watched tv, sometimes for hours. It really wouldn't have bothered you so much if she wouldn't have waited until after your massages to go shower.

Every day she would start with an early morning workout. Down south were you lived was very hot and humid, even in the early hours of the morning. She would finish her workout drenched in sweat. She would shower and get ready for the day, changing all her clothes but putting her sweat soaked gym socks back on for the day. You were pretty sure she was doing all this intentionally just as another way to punish you every night. She kept her feet looking nice, and you'd never guess just by looking at them, but they always reeked to high hell. She seemed to make sure of that.

Every once in a while your parents would call and check on your progress and she would always lie and tell them how lucky you were she was still putting up with your shit. You couldn't understand why, you did everything imaginable to appease her. Best you could figure was that she was enjoying the power over you and didn't want them to offer to let you go home.

Then it happened. You hadn't been feeling well and stayed in bed in the morning. In the afternoon, while your aunt was out, you began to make your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You reached the living room and your head started spinning. You dropped to your knees and grabbed your head as an intense headache made you feel as though your head was about to explode.

Then you were fine. The sick feeling from this morning, the spinning, the headache, all of it, gone. You shook off the shock of the situation and stood back up, finally realizing what had happened. Apparently you had the shrinking gene, and it had just kicked in. You looked around the now massive living room in horror. You didn't know what to do. The only person who could help you now would be your aunt, and there was no telling if she would be willing to take you to the hospital to get you back to full size. All you could do was hope that your obedient nature had made you valuable enough to her at full size.

You noticed the wire to her laptop charger stretching up from the outlet to the laptop on top of the coffee table. Luckily, you were just big enough to get your arms around the wire well enough to climb up it. It took over an hour, but you managed to make your way the whole way to the top of the coffee table. Now all you could do was wait until she got home and try to get her attention.

When she came home, you watched her kick off her shoes and peel off her sopping wet socks. Even from across the room you could smell her feet, and being so much smaller, even at your distance, it smelled far worse than it ever had when you were up close rubbing her feet. The sound of her bare feet slapping the floor as she made her way towards you sent shivers down your spine as the intense smell that surrounded you rapidly got worse. She sat on the couch and leaned forward to grab her laptop when she spotted you. She stop dead in her tracks and just stared at you for a second before she burst out into laughter. 

"Oh my God!" She yelled out. "I can't believe you have the shrinking gene! This is perfect! You'll never be a burden to anyone ever again! I guess I should call your parents to see what we should do with you."

She didn't even give you a chance to ask her to take you to the hospital before she got up and pulled out her phone to call your parents. She put it on speaker phone so you could hear the whole conversation. When she told them you had shrunk, they asked if your behavior had shown any improvement. She told them that she had been trying her hardest and doing her best to put up with you because you were her nephew, but that quite frankly, she couldn't stand you and your bad attitude anymore.

"Well it sounds like he'll never be any good for anything," you heard your mom say. "Feel free to do whatever you want with him. He's not even human anymore anyway. And now that he's a tiny he's even more useless. Do as you see fit. If you think he's worth a second shot, take him to the hospital and we'll pay for the treatment. Otherwise, do what you want. Hell, you can sell him for all I care. Consider it payment for taking him in and trying to straighten him out. Don't feel bad, he brought it upon himself with his constant bad behavior.

She finished her conversation, hung up, and looked at you with a devious grin.

"Finally," she said, "you get to be useful for something. I've always wanted the opportunity to crush a pathetic tiny under my giant beautiful foot, and it looks like now my dream is finally about to come true. Plus I couldn't think of a better person to get to crush! The only downside is I only get the joy of doing it once! I'll tell you what. Since you have done such a wonderful job doing all the housework and giving me all those great foot rubs, I'll be nice. Instead of spending the next few  days torturing you first, I'll just crush you now and put you out of your misery."

You wanted to cry, knowing your life was about to end, but you were also thankful she was going to make it quick instead of torturing you first. She put you on the floor and raised her foot high above you. You could see the crumbs and little bits of dirt that had stuck to her sweaty feet. You couldn't help but find a little irony in the fact that your aunt was about to kill you with the part of her body that she tortured you with the most.

"Now be a good little tiny and don't move. Show your gratitude of me not torturing you and let me savor this moment."

 She took out her phone and slowly began to lower her foot, taking a video. You knew if you tried to run, it would lead to torture, so you faced your fate like a man. She knocked you over with her toes and lightly placed the ball of her foot on your back and began to push ever so slightly. The pain was intense and you could hear her moan in pleasure as she slowly pushed harder and harder. Her foot was flat on the floor, yet still your body refused to give out. She pushed down as hard as she could and started to grind her foot back and forth trying her hardest to crush you. 

"Why the fuck won't you pop!?" She yelled.

When she lifted her foot up to assess the situation, you lifted off the floor with her foot. You didn't know why you were still alive, but between the crushing pain and the wretched smell that surrounded you, you wished that you had popped like she wanted you to. She looked at you stuck to the bottom of her foot and began laughing hysterically.

"Oh my God! I can't believe this. You know this strain of the shrinking virus is like a one in a million chance right? No matter what I do, I can't kill you.. Frankly, I see a huge upside to this. Now you and I get to have nonstop fun together! You know what's even better? I have a friend who makes content crushing tiny's that she sells. You being able to be crushed over and over is going to make us so much money. Well, make me so much money. The rest of your life you get to spend enjoying under my feet!"

"Please! Aunt-"

"Let me stop you right there. I'm not your aunt anymore. I'm your goddess and I expect you to address me as such. Anyways. I had a long day. I'm going to make myself some dinner and relax, and I don't expect to hear a peep out of you!"

She put her foot back down and continued to go about her night. You spent the whole night trapped with the never-ending stench of her foot and the constant crushing pain of getting walked on. Before she went to bed she put on an extra cute night gown and posed for some pics of you trapped to her sole. She reveled in every second of it. 

"This is gonna get so many hits," you hear her say as she starts posting the pics she just took. "Oh, and I almost forgot.."

She walked through the house and back. When she got back into her room she sat down on her bed, finally giving you a reprieve from the constant pain of being walked on.

"Now that you're so small and defenseless," she started, "I have to make sure I do a thorough job looking after you and taking care of you. Now my foot my slip out from under the covers as I sleep, and I don't want my poor little nephew to spend the night cold, so I'm going to put my socks back on. I know they're a little stinky, but I'll shower and change them in the morning. Well, if I decide not to sleep in.. Welp goodnight!"

She slid her still damp sock onto her foot. The smell, now completely surrounding you was absolutely unbearable. You heard the light click of and her feet swung up into the bed and under the covers. It only took a few minutes before you could feel sweat slowly starting to ooze out of her very warm foot. This was going to be a long first night of your new life...



To be continued...