“I've done it. It's alive! It's alive!” Victoria stood over her work desk cackling, beside herself with joy. After years of toiling, her wretched experiments finally come to fruition.
“Yap! Yap yap!” An inch-tall corgi barked at the relatively giant woman looming over it. The dog bore the brunt end of an experimental shrink ray without harm, its extremities all perfectly proportional at its new diminutive scale.
“Good boy! Who's a good boy? You are, Archimedes.” Victoria petted her dog softly with her forefinger. He rolled onto his back and panted with his tongue out, delighted by the giant woman's belly rubs.
Interrupting the mad scientist's jubilation, loud footsteps echoed outside the laboratory throughout the castle corridors, signaling the return of Victoria's faithful servant.
“Good afternoon, master. I have acquiesced the requested supplies.” The eight-foot-tall Franziska pushed through the laboratory's double doorway, carrying a large crate of miscellaneous machinery in one arm and a week's worth of groceries in the other. As always, she was adorned in a skimpy maid uniform, her skirt stopping scandalously high and her bodice cutting so low it was a scientific marvel that it contained her considerable chest at all. The outfit hid very little of her sickly, greenish skin and the rows of stitches connecting her disparate body parts.
“Thank you, Fran. You can leave those over- Great Scott! What happened to you?” The broken off head of a pitchfork protruded from the side of Franziska's head, but no blood seeped from where the metal pierced flesh.
“Nothing to worry about, master.” The colossal maid set down her load and removed the makeshift weapon without flinching. “I got caught up in a riot is all.”
“Are the townsfolk finally revolting against my heinous research into the arcane?”
“No. They caught the mayor siphoning taxes to fund his vintage wine collection. I passed by his estate on the way to the grocer when a beleaguered villager lost his grip.” Franziska walked over to the scientist's desk and examined her master's handiwork, grinning at the miniature corgi. Now in close proximity with her creation, Victoria turned her head away. Thanks to the maid's staggering height, Victoria stood just below chest level, and she didn't like craning her neck to look her creation in the eyes.
“Well, soon they'll have no need for elected officials.” Victoria grabbed a small remote off her desk and placed it in Franziska's massive hand. It was little more than a metallic box with a dial and an antenna. “With that bad boy, I'll shrink the entire village. Then they'll have no choice but to recognize my greatness and worship me for the god I so rightfully am. Hehehehehehe. Hahahahahaha! MWAHAHAHAHA!”
Zap!
Lightning struck out from the antenna and tethered all over Victoria's body. With her head still turned away from her maid, Victoria continued monologuing.
“But first, I'll need a human test subject. Someone disposable in case the durability-to-size ratio doesn't pan out as I've calculated. Ideally, I'd like a strong, macho type. A testosterone junkie I can put in his place. To think, him squirming beneath my foot, unable to deadlift my toes off his pathetic skull. I know the town offers slim pickings, but try to nab someone like that, Fran. Fran?” Breaking from her raving, Victoria scanned her surroundings. Her desk had vanished, as did the rest of the furniture in her lab. The cobblestone floor matched her castle's in color, but it stretched on for figurative miles. Gigantic structures loomed in the distance resembling gargantuan canvas bags and a wooden crate that towered far above any fortress wall. “Fran, where am I?”
Victoria turned around and was greeted by a pair of black pumps each the size of a sailboat. She panned up the nylon-clad tree trunks growing out from them, craning her neck as her gaze passed her maid's knees. Franziska's pure white panties illuminated the underside of her black miniskirt, like the moon hanging in the night sky. After a lengthy journey up the curvaceous tower, Victoria's eyes finally met Franziska's, the giant maid beaming down at her master.
“Great Scott! What is the meaning of this?” Victoria hopped around waving her arms in manic fury. Franziska couldn't help but laugh, amused by her master's newfound resemblance to a bug.
“Consider this my resignation letter.” Franziska's voice was booming even from so far high up. She bent down and pinched the now three-inch-tall woman between her fingers, lifting her up to the top of the world. “I'll be taking over as lord of the castle. As for you, well, ‘personal plaything’ appears to be the only role you're still good for, Victoria.”
That was the first time Victoria heard her creation speak her name, causing the little lady to blush. The maid's vocal cords were sourced from a famous Italian opera singer, the dulcet tones they produced just as enchanting coming from the living corpse. It took a second for Victoria to remember the situation she was in. “How dare you speak so lightly of me. You owe your very existence to my genius. I gave you life! Yet you bite the hand that made you.”
“You designed me to surpass the limits of humankind, to succeed where your species failed. I am simply fulfilling the destiny you prescribed for me.” Her brilliant blue eyes, stolen from a not-long-parted actress, were enormous windows to her manufactured soul. Franziska moved herself to the desk and sat down, careful to avoid crushing Archimedes under her hefty rear. The miniature corgi nuzzled up against the impenetrable wall of thigh and napped beside its supple surface. “You mentioned submitting one to the bottom of your foot, did you not? I must say, I like where your head is at.”
The undead maid kicked off her pumps and pinched the toe of her nylon stocking, slowly slipping it off her slender leg. Once her foot was free, she raised it up and wiggled her toes, enraptured by the shock sprawled across her captive's face. Franziska held her stocking open below Victoria, dangling her above velvety pit. The stale smell of a working woman's stocking wafted up to Victoria's miniscule nostrils, burning her sinuses.
“Fran, you're not serious about-”
“Henceforth, you shall refer to me as ‘master.’ Failure to oblige will result in disciplinary measures.” Franziska released Victoria from her grip, dropping her into the pit of sweat-stained nylon. The air turned sour as she tumbled to the bottom, and her vision was limited to the scant light that traveled through the mesh. Upon reaching the toe, Victoria laid suspended in the soggy hammock with no time to get comfortable.
A row of toes stampeded towards her as Franziska shoved her foot down her stocking. Dangling in the nylon net, Victoria had no means of escape, no corner to back into. The gigantic foot slammed into her, sandwiching her between sole and sock. Franziska's legs once belonged to a world record holding sprinter and her feet to a professional ballerina. She used this pedigree to overpower her creator, pinching Victoria's head between her toes and bending her with the ball of her sole.
“Clean my foot while you're down there. Really put your tongue into it. I want it to be grime free when you're finished.”
“Never!” Victoria's muffled voice squeaked through the nylon. “I am a scientific genius of extraordinary renown! I will not be reduced to a-”
“We can start those durability tests you mentioned earlier, if you'd prefer.” Trapped between Franziska's big and index toe, Victoria shut up and stuck her tongue out to poke the giant maid's webbing, wincing upon contact. The undead skin had the consistency of jerky left out in the sun to rot and tasted about as appetizing. It was salty too, enough to dry out Victoria's tongue with a single lap. Still, she had no choice but to keep licking until her gut was full of toe jam.
Franziska handled her deftly, stuffing her tiny head between each toe before moving her to the rest of her sole. For Victoria, the experience was revolting, demeaning, disgusting, disturbing, insulting, perturbing, ethically dubious, and oddly gratifying? She hated to admit it, but Victoria was proud of her creation's sudden take-charge attitude. In the early days of her artificial life, Franziska was meek and followed orders without raising a word. The more time she spent around the mad scientist, the greater her curiosity developed until she could hold full conversations on all manners of topics. Now, she was ready for greater heights. A baby chick too big for the nest, Franziska grew into a woman worthy of usurping the castle's de facto ruler, putting its sole human resident in her rightful place.
Franziska raised her feet and pressed them together, sandwiching the scientist between her soles. She loved the squirming sensation of Victoria flailing against walls of nylon and flesh, desperate to escape the prison of her own making. Franziska grinded her soles together, delighting in the muffled grunts eking out from her stockings.
After enough foot play, Franziska released her captive from the overwhelming pressure. She pinched the end of her nylons and tugged it off, peeling Victoria off the bottom of her foot with the other hand. “Have I made clear the expectations of your new position, or do you require further demonstration?”
“Mark my words, Fra-, master. You may think you've elminated my autonomy, but my mind is as sharp as ever. The moment you let your guard down, I'll be prepared to enact my vengeance. I brought you into this world, and I can so easily remove you from it. You will rue the day you- Mmph!”
Victoria's rant was interrupted by a mouthful of cotton. Franziska rubbed her former master against the cup of her maid uniform's bodice, wiping the grime off her captive. Thick tit-flesh engulfed Victoria's diminutive frame, smothering her from behind the thin veil of Franziska's clothing. The little lady gasped for air once she was finally pulled away.
And that gasp quickly morphed into a scream as Franziska's teeth clenched down upon her. Franziska bit into Victoria's buttoned up lab coat, barely avoiding her shrunken breasts, and tore the front of it off like a candy wrapper, ripping the lady's undergarments off along with it. After spitting the clothes out, Franziska removed her pants and what remained of her coat with the effort one takes in disrobing a doll. All that remained was the little lady's panties. Victoria squealed as Franziska's lumbering thumb pressed into her crotch, hooking the fingernail around the waistband and sliding them off.
“Aw, are you cold?” Franziska asked, feeling her captive shiver in her grip. “Let me help with that.”
A pallid tongue rolled out from between Franziska's green-tinted lips and met Victoria in a slobbery embrace. The tip glided up her naked body, lingering on her crotch before batting at her knockers and finally crawling along her miniscule face, leaving a trail of spit in its wake. Franziska immediately went in for another lick, savoring the arousal dripping from Victoria's nethers and the sensation of those puny nipples mingling with her tastebuds.
No protests escaped Victoria's lips. She was too busy moaning. Full-body cunnilingus hadn't crossed her mind while inventing the shrink ray, but two laps from the heavenly tongue were enough to convince her that was its intended purpose all along.
But then it got dark. Lost in rapture, Victoria didn't notice Franziska pulling her into her mouth. Rows of teeth surrounded her on the bed of muscle, each one a guillotine waiting to devastate her body. The tip of Franziska's tongue forced itself between her legs and curled up along her taint, grinding the bulbous taste buds against both sweet spots. Victoria couldn't fight back, couldn't resist the allure of the black pit inching closer, her body bucking to Franziska's influence.
The maid tilted her head back. Drenched from head to toe, Victoria slid effortlessly towards the back of the throat. Gale forces yanked her down into the abyss as Franziska swallowed her whole. The esophagus tightened around her, the moist tissue undulating as it dragged her into the depths. Franziska's heartbeat pounded in her ears and shook her very core as she descended past the creature's chest. A low moan roared in the distance, Franziska satisfied with her snack.
Reaching the bottom of the fleshy tunnel, Victoria squeezed through the sphincter into the stomach, landing with a plop in the pool of effluvial slime. She spat and coughed the gross gunk out as she surfaced, leaning up against the sinewy coast of Franziska's stomach lining.
“Blegh! Disgusting.” Franziska did not have digestive acid like a human. The fluids in her gut were waste secretions sourced from all over the body. The creature had no need to eat, drawing energy from a self-charging battery lodged into her cranium.
Ripples coursed through the gunk, and Victoria felt vibrations travel up Franziska's legs and into her gut. The creature was walking somewhere, the bearings unknown from within the sloshing stomach. After a while, they stopped, and Victoria heard what she swore was music seeping through the wall of flesh and muscle.
As quickly as the tremors ceased, they returned in full force. Victoria was hurled from wall to wall, waves of gunk crashing into her like a tsunami from Hell.
Franziska was dancing in her bedroom, music playing from an old gramophone. The maid's room was utilitarian to put it lightly, containing a bed, a small desk, and a closet filled with identical uniforms. The only personal effects were the gramophone and a well-nurtured fern gifted to her by Victoria.
Franziska laughed as she shimmied, swaying her hips to the ragtime beats. She loved the feeling of her former master pinballing inside her. Victoria lost all her bearings as she rolled from one end of the stomach to the other, gunk splashing in her face and spilling into her eyes and mouth.
Eventually, the tumultuous teetering came to a halt. Victoria sat in the center of the stomach, gunk up to her neck, and focused every fiber of her being on not throwing up. Suddenly, a bright light shone in her eyes, the little lady holding her arm up to shade herself.
Eight pallid fingers penetrated the sinewy walls of Franziska's stomach and tore a sizable opening to the outside. Before Victoria could question what was transpiring, a massive hand slid through the opening and wrapped itself around her, pulling her out into the fresh, cool castle air. An open hole now sat below Franziska's left breast, gunk spilling out onto her uniform. “All warm now?”
The maid sat down at her desk and dropped her captive onto the white painted wood surface. As Victoria gazed up at the curvy maid towering over her, a familiar face pounced on her, knocking her onto her back.
“Archimedes!” The miniature corgi pinned Victoria down and licked the gunk off her face. Given their current difference in scale, the dog was twice its usual size in comparison to the shrunken scientist.
A deep chuckle echoed in the sky. “Good. I'm glad my pets are getting along.” Victoria pushed her dog off her chest and scratched behind his ears, allowing him to snuggle up on her lap as she craned her neck to look her maid in the eyes.
“I must ask, Fran. You have the strength of over a hundred men. You could have turned on me whenever you wished. Why did you wait for me to complete the shrink ray?”
The domineering confidence vanished from Fran's expression. She leaned forward, her eyes wide with concern. “Are you displeased, master? I simply followed your dreams of me surpassing humanity. I thought you wanted me to force your species to grovel at my feet.”
“Of course, I do! But I wanted to stand by your side as your partner in villainy in our shared quest to upend society. Not as another plaything for you to enslave.”
“But in that book I read and all the movies we watched, the monster always kills its creator. I could never do that to you, so I thought if I shrank you, I'd still be fulfilling your wishes.”
Victoria cocked her head. “You were trying to protect me?”
“That, and you are really fun to toy with.” For a moment, the sultry tone returned in Fran's voice, but then her head sunk. “Sorry.”
“Hey, don't beat yourself up over it.” Victoria peered down her naked body, reminiscing on the wonders worked by her creation's tongue. “I enjoyed it too. To a degree.”
Fran's eyes lit up. “Then …”
“How's about a deal? While I'm working and out in public, I'm the master and you're the servant. At night and during downtime, I'll be your slave to do with as you please. Sound fair?”
“So, you'll stay tiny?” A grin stretched across Fran's face from ear to ear, only slightly unnerving the shrunken scientist.
“I don't have a choice until I invent a growth ray.” Victoria got up and paced along the length of the desk, the faithful Archimedes following close at her heels. “I'll need more hands-on assistance from you in the meantime. And once we start shrinking villagers, I want them shorter than me. No taller than a centimeter. That way we can both live out our god complexes.”
“Once you've invented a growth ray, can you make us both really, really big?” Fran asked all too eagerly.
“So the two of us can rampage together across the country?” A wicked grin surfaced from the depths of the mad scientist's depravity. “It would be my pleasure,” she said, cackling.
“Fantastic! But until then …” Franziska picked Victoria up and dangled her over her waist, lifting the front of her skirt with her other hand, revealing her dampened panties. She licked her lips and lowered the shrunken scientist towards her lap. “I suggest we take today off. Capiche?”