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Shrunken PTSD - Epilogue (Patreon Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2022-09-21 08:00:04 +0000 UTCJess was an awful goddess, much worse than the one who enslaved you for 20 years, it seems like she is acting recklessly with you, like if by mistake you’ll die - it’s not a problem, she has an endless amount of shrunken slaves ready to be labeled as “a lost cause” and become hers.
Your previous captor had some kind of sentimental care for you, you were her first shrunken slave, she wanted you alive, only now you understand how good your life were with her, in the nights you sobbed, you missed her, you wish she stayed alive.
Another thing that you weren’t used to - Jess took you out, you weren’t always at home inside a cage, she took you to vacations and she took you when she went to the beach, it’s not normal - shrunken slavery is illegal and most women are hiding it.
The thing is - for Jess it’s “humanitarian enslavement”, so every time someone sees you licks her feet and approaches her, as in “what the hell are you doing?”, she just flashes her SLM (Shrunken Lives Matters) card and explains that it’s for your own good, this time you were legally enslaved, and to the world there was nothing wrong in it.
“Lick the grains of sand from between my toes, it bugs me”, she ordered while tanning at the beach, flexing her toes, and you did as you’ve been told, you licked the sand off, swallowing some of it and spitting the rest, it looked like she enjoyed the looks on people faces, and just waited to flash her authority card, explaining she’s actually helping you, like it’s some kind of a unique privilege she gets from her job.
It’s been a while, perhaps a few weeks. Meanwhile you tried hard to remember anything from your past life, being in SLM HQ gave you some hope, you thought that if somehow you could remember your name or where you are from, Jess will have no choice but to release you. But no matter how hard you tried to remember, it always slipped away.
One night as you were sleeping inside your aquarium, you were dreaming about the past, a memory, you were playing outside, then it was your mother calling you, “Guy, dinner is ready”, you ran inside and you saw a sign, and you could actually read it in your dream, it was your home address.
You woke up soaked in cold sweat, it was the middle of the night, Jess was sleeping, you started calling her and banged the aquarium wall but she didn’t hear it, you were looking for something to write it down but there was nothing inside, you gasped over the glass wall and wrote down your name and address with your finger, but you knew it’s temporary, so you kept chanting to yourself:
“My name is Guy, I lived in Cape Verde Johnson 4”, over and over again, so you won’t forget, hours later her alarm clock finally started ringing and she got up and started stretching, “Ugh”, she said after a yawn, “I’m so not in the mood going to work”, she mumbled.
Then she reached her hand, opened your aquarium and pulled you out, “I need a morning feet lick slave, make it strong, lick hard”, but you squirmed inside her hand like never before.
“Huh?” She opened her eyes and you could smell her morning breath as she looked at you confused.
“My name is Guy!” You shouted, “I lived in Cape Verde Johnson 4!”
“What?” She said and started sitting on her bed, still holding you.
“That’s my name and address, I remember now, I had a dream”, you explained all thrilled.
“Oh, that’s cute, now lick my feet as I said”, she placed you down and shoved her sole in your face.
“Wait, but I remember now, you can find my family, please”
“Look, I just woke up and I’m really not in the mood for work, lick my feet and we will talk about it later”, she indifferently suggested and you had no choice but to oblige.
You licked her feet with her morning sweat while she browsed her phone and yawned from time to time, then she got up and went to the shower, you kept chanting your name and address in your head.
She went out and started getting dressed for work, “so what did you say earlier, you think your name was Shy?” She asked in a bored tone.
“No.. no it was Guy, I’m sure of it”, you were excited.
“Is that even a real name? Sounds too generic to me”, she said while wearing her bra.
“That’s how my mom called me”, you explained, still standing on her bed.
“Might be a nickname then, who knows, it’s hard to tell”, she sighed and wore her dress.
“What about my address? Can you please check, I’m sure they lived there”
“Even if you are right, 20 years? What are the odds they are still there, pretty slim I would say”
“Please, let’s try”, you begged.
“Sure, I will take a look at the office today, just don’t get your hopes up”, she picked you up and placed you inside the aquarium, then left.
You couldn’t calm your hopes, you kept imagining your dream, kept saying your name and address, and after a very long day she finally came home, you stood up and waited impatiently near the entrance, looking at her walking by, then you knocked the glass wall.
She looked at you, then gasped, “Oh I forgot all about your memory thing, it was such a busy day”, she started laughing at how “stupid” she is, “such a shame, and tomorrow starts the weekend so you will have to wait until Monday”
“OK goddess, but can you please write it down? I’m scared I might forget again”
She grabbed a note and a pen, “of course, so what did we say? Shy from Willson 5?”
“No, I’m Guy, from Cape Verde Johnson 4” you chanted.
“Of course, here, Guy, Cape Verde Johnson 4, Monday then”, she wrote it and stuck it on her fridge, “now how about a good thorough foot treatment before I go to shower?”
“Yes goddess”, you got your head down and approved, it relaxed you that your name and address are now written down and you no longer need to chant them in your head.
“Good slave, and as usual push your tongue with strength, thank me for helping you, you shouldn’t take it for granted”.
“Yes goddess, of course”, she placed you on her desk and propped her feet in front of you, then continued browsing on her phone, you got on your knees and licked her feet with all the strength you got, by the time she went to shower you licked carefully every crevice, every gap between her toes, and ate every new speck of dead skin around her heel, she was satisfied, sighed in pleasure in went to take a shower.
The weekend went as usual, Jess was just being lazy watching her TV, browsing her phone, and you were to serve her during this whole time, it was another difference from your previous goddess - she had other slaves, here it seems to only be you, so all the work falls on you, and it looked like Jess just can’t have enough of your tiny tongue licking her sweaty soles, perhaps you are one of the best professional foot slaves she ever had.
When it was finally Monday morning and Jess got up, you stood up and waited impatiently as she showered and got dressed, you banged the wall as she went by to remind her of the note, “Yeah yeah, relax, I remember” she said impatiently, she went to the kitchen and after a while you heard her saying “oops, I’m so clumsy”, she came back with the note wet from her morning coffee, “I accidentally spilled my coffee on it, so let’s write it again ok?”, she grabbed another note and a pen.
You looked at it devastated, “Are you sure it’s not readable? Maybe some letters remained”
“Sorry, it’s drenched, just tell me it again, we said Rey? Cape Town willson 6?” She pushed you into giving an answer.
“No, it wasn’t that, it’s Guy, my name is Guy, and… it’s Cape…” You struggled to remember, tears started filling your eyes.
She couldn’t hide her smile, “I want to help you, but I need your address”, she said in satisfaction.
“It’s Cape, Cape lamde…”
“There’s no such place”, she stated, still smiling.
“Wait… I know it…” you mumbled helplessly.
“I’m kinda late for work”, she said and checked her watch.
“Please goddess, take me with you to the office, I will remember it”
“Hmm”, she placed a finger on her chin, considering it, “ok, but you will have to lick my feet while I work”.
“Yes goddess, thank you, thank you”, you bowed down in gratitude, she smiled and grabbed your aquarium and went to the car, driving to work.
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As she arrived she passed by a pile of aquariums with shrunken people inside, probably waiting for her psychological assessment, she got into the office and placed you on the floor, opening it, then went to bring a patient, as she sat down you walked out of the aquarium and started licking her feet.
Meanwhile you heard her impatiently explaining tinies that they are incapable of going back to their lives, that their mentality is too broken, and her way to offer them help is by humanitarian enslavement, you watched as different women came by in joy picking up their new personal “humanitarian slave”, you’ve also seen again the formal woman from your arrival day, she actually took 3 telling Jess she hopes they will survive the weekend, you felt lucky for not being hers.
Then as your mind drifted away, your forgotten address came to mind, Cape Verde Johnson 4, you were sure of it, you started scratching her big toe, trying to get her attention during her break before treating more patients.
“Yes slave, what is it?” She said and bent down.
“I remember, it’s Cape Verde Johnson 4”, you exclaimed with a big smile, waving at her.
“Oh that again”, she said with a bored tone, “ok let’s see”, she picked you up to her desk and started typing on her computer, you watched the screen with awe.
“I see Guy Stevens, presumed dead 19 years ago”, she said indifferently.
“It’s me! It has to be me!” You jumped in excitement.
“Your family moved a few years later… to Vermont, hmm”
“Where is it?? Can you please call th-”
“They moved again later… oops”, she said and hid her mouth with her hand, you could see a smile behind it.
“What is it? What happened?”
“9 years later your father also presumed dead, shrunken apparently, I’m sorry, bad luck”
You had tears in your eyes, “what about my mother?”
“She left the country a few months later, her destination is unknown, what a shame, she will never know her son is actually alive and well”, she let out a short giggle then held it in.
“Isn’t there any way to find her?” You desperately looked at her.
“I’m afraid not, I told you, 20 years are a long time, and it seems like you have no family left, at least not in the US”.
“There.. there must be something, please”, you started crying.
“Aw, I really want to help you, you know I do, I really did everything I could”, she said in fake exaggerated compassion.
“I’m afraid you will have to stay my foot slave for the rest of your life, but that’s ok right? You like my feet, and I tend to sweat a lot so all the more food for you”, she explained with great pleasure, enjoying every single word coming out of her mouth.
While crying, you replied in despair, “Y..yes goddess”, and nodded.
“Good, you had such a sad life story, but that’s why SLM exists, to make it better for the likes of you, now let’s place you back on the floor so you can thank me by kissing my feet, ok?” She asked with a smile.
“Yes goddess, t..thank you..” You replied with sadness, she placed you on the floor and you immediately got on your knees and started kissing her feet, she giggled a bit and got back to work.
You stayed as Jess foot slave since that day, shortly after that your name slipped from your mind again together with your address, you went back to your primal state as a foot slave, all you cared about were Jess feet and how clean and tidy they are.
Jess on the other hand was extremely satisfied, she felt like she won the best foot slave in the world, a tiny so broken he actually doesn’t know to do anything except taking care of feet, a tamed obedient pathetic tiny who does everything she asks, she didn’t even need more slaves, so other SLM employees kept taking the other “lost causes”, you were everything she needed.
