Your fiance Terra Mizu wants to talk to you and you assume its about the wedding. It turns out she found your collection of giantess porn. She is deeply disturbed by your fetish for giant women and the fact you’ve kept it a well guarded secret. The more she berates you the smaller she makes you feel and the smaller you get. When she realizes your shrinking she just gets more angry. Soon you are so she can crush you with giantess feet.

I’m getting ready to do some yoga and this tiny man the size of a rodent runs across my mat! Holy smokes! He runs across my mat again, and I grab him. I’m holding him upside down, and he’s flailing around. I call the exterminator company, and the ladies over there are asking me to do some weird things to this rodent to see what kind of spray they should bring. The women tell me that I have to jerk him off and collect a sample of his little cum. I reluctantly do it. Then they tell me I will have to taste it right off the tiny cock, to tell me if it tastes like licorice. Again, she says, this will indicate what spray they need to bring, I really need to get these pesky things out of here, and they are the professionals, so I go ahead and taste the tiny load of cum off the tiny man. Which is very difficult because he is very sensitive now and he’s squirming so much! I hear them laughing and realize they have been playing a joke on me the entire time. They don’t believe me. I finally realize I need to take matters into my own hands.

[Custom, no name] I’m tired of dating you and I want you to move out, but you refuse. If you won’t go voluntarily then I’ll just have to make you!
With the click of a button, you find yourself rapidly shrinking. In a matter of seconds, you’re standing one inch tall. I’m delighted. Seeing you squirming around, the size of an ant, is the most fun I’ve had with you in months!
Should I shrink your things too or should I just sell it all? There’s nothing you can do to stop me! I instantly rendered you completely powerless and now you’re totally at my mercy.
I could eat you. I could sprinkle you on my fries like a grain of salt. I bet I wouldn’t even taste you!
I could drop you in a water bottle and stick you in the freezer. Then I’d have a perfectly preserved miniature of my ex to take out and admire anytime I wanted!
I shrink you smaller and smaller. A centimeter. A millimeter. The tiniest I can make you is a picometer: barely the size of a crumble.
Bizarrely, you’re turned on at becoming so helplessly tiny. I make you jerk off (even though your dick is now too small for me to see!) and finally, as I shrink you down to the smallest possible setting, I order you to cum.

You be better be a good tiny pet, or I just might make you a snack.

This tiny man knows his place at My feet. Fearful for his life, he obeys My every word. The stiff sole of My boot against his weak body pushes him to his limits. He must clean them until I am satisfied. I will reward him with My sweaty stockings, flattening him to the ground with My strong, elegant feet. Even after all I put him through, I still plan on ending his pathetic, little life with My boots.