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Interview Series: Inaya
🕑 Added 2020-05-05 06:24:41 +0000 UTC2022 Began with a bang, a rare virus began to spread throughout the world’s population, shrinking young adults to random heights, typically below 1 inch or possibly smaller. The majority of mankind adapted well, however soon after accommodations were being made, stories began to surface of bizarre situations, Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Aunts, Uncles, Teachers and Bosses applying unique methods in taking care of and or punishing the shrunken people or “Micros”, as not all people saw these tiny people as people anymore. My name is Jake, and I've set out across America and somewhat beyond to interview these people and their shrunken captives to try and hopefully shed some light on how the world has changed, and inspire others to think better of our tiny counterparts.
It was hard to believe, but I had actually been excited about this interview earlier today.
I was in my home state finally, though I was still a ways away from my home and family, and I had posted as much on social media. Soon after the post was made, I had an old acquaintance reach out to me, a manager from my first job working at a gas station. She had retired years ago, but she was always one of my favorite superiors, and when she told me she was part of a program to help house unclaimed Micros I couldn't believe it!
I drove to her home to meet her, and after we embraced and exchanged pleasantries and updated each other on our lives, she led me inside to introduce me to her Micros she was caring for.
"Okay Inaya, I'm ready when you are!" I say, eyeing the small makeshift house that I was sure held the tiny people. To my surprise though, Inaya walked past the house and seated herself on her bed, extending her legs outward, towards me.
"Sure thing hon, mind taking my flats off for me? Then we can get started".
I hesitate for a moment, and my mind spins in circles rapidly, wondering why this was necessary, but in the dark recesses I already suspected why. Maybe I'd known all along from the way she had so casually talked about Micros beforehand, the clues had been there, but I didn't want to see them.
I used my hands to pry her flats off nervously, and as they came free the room suddenly filled with a sour, cheesy stink, I felt my eyes water up immediately and my head swam for a few seconds as my body adjusted to the noxious new environment.
She starts laughing, a slightly embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry, is it really that bad down there?" She asks me with a hand hiding her smile.
I cough and nod in response, unable to speak yet.
"Well, you don't have it as bad as them, at least". She inclines her head towards her feet, and as I move my head backward out of the danger zone, I see them. I feel a pit in my stomach as my eyes take in at least eight tiny people, squirming in the sweat and the grime caking Inaya's plump, meaty soles.
"Inaya are those-are they-"?
"Yep, those are my Micros!" she says happily, wiggling her toes.
"You-I thought you said you were taking care of them??" I ask in shock.
"I am! And they take care of me too!"
"You mean-"?
"Look, I took on like, maybe 10 or 12 of them at first, it was difficult, we had to find a rhythm, it was that, or take them back, which I didn't want to do, they need a good home, and I needed something in return, it was only fair after all, right? So we made it work, in the end".
"There were more, where are the others?"
"Well we had some casualties along the way, high heels are a no-go with these little guys down there, I had a few yucky red stains under my toes if you know what I'm getting at..."
"Oh my god, you stepped on them?"
"Look! It wasn't on purpose okay? I only killed on on purpose, they needed an example of what-"
"Inaya you killed one of them?" My mouth is hanging open but I can't help it, I thought I knew this woman in front of me but this?
"Hey! Like I said, the others needed an example set, a lot of them weren't cleaning like i'd asked, so I picked there little leader up, popped him in my mouth-"
"No! No no no-Inaya no, tell me you didn't-"
"Jake, lot's of people are doing it, there are all these shops now that sell them by the dozen, dipped in honey, chocolate, caramel, you name it! There are restaurants that are starting to specialize-"
"Inaya you-"
"And!" She cuts me off loudly, "plenty of my girlfriends are eating them, using them in their footwear, and god knows what else too! It's normal now, really!"
I start and stop speaking several times, so she continues.
"He tasted fine, and after that, the others got busy doing what i'd asked."
"Inaya" I say slowly, "You know I tested positive for it right? You see how loose my shirt is? How tight my belt is?"
"I know, I know you're scared honey" She sits up and swivels around on her bed, her hands come to gently caress mine. As she does, I hear the tiny screams and shouts as the Micros on her soles have their world upturned by gravity. "But it doesn't have to be that bad, right? Some people just kill them outright, but not everyone, this stuff with my feet, it's not so bad really, right?"
When I say nothing she continues.
"Listen honey, you're a good kid, you really are, I always liked you so...I was wondering, maybe you could, stay here with me? For a few days? Maybe a week? You look tired..."
My hands tense and she notices. I look into her eyes. "Inaya....are you....do you...?"
"What?" She asks, it's the most innocent tone she could manage, but I could see it now, the greed behind her eyes.
"You...you're waiting for me to shrink...aren't you?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.
Again, she smiles gently, but the look behind her eyes is there still. "Well...I guess I just figured you might want to be around someone you trust when it happens, right?"
"What!? So you can keep me in your nasty sweaty shoes!? With your big stinky feet!?" I shout, standing up suddenly.
Inaya frowns, her smile gone, and she stands up, smashing her Micros into the carpet with her massive, wide feet. She was a tall woman before, but with my new height, she towers over me. "Oh? And what's gonna happen if you shrink on the road? And even if you get back to your family, are you so sure they wouldn't do the same, or worse to you?"
Her hand finds my shoulder and I feel myself being pressed back down into the chair. To my horror, I can't fight it. I try for a moment, but I hadn't realized how small i'd become, and with my lack of height, came a lack of strength that I was unfamiliar with.
"Inaya-! That...hurts!" I say as I feel the chair come up underneath me again.
"Why don't you just stay here for a few days and think about it, you can have the guest bedroom!" She smiles. "Some home cooked meals might do you some good! There could be other benefits as well you know..."
Her smile changes from pleasant, to confident and knowing. "You got this funny look on your face when you saw my feet Jake...did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"It...it was the smell!" I say defiantly, my voice breaking into a squeak near the end. Was this what the transition was like? Even my voice was starting to sound smaller...
"Silly boy, you had that look even before the smell, when I asked you to take them off. Trust me, I could tell. Not to mention all those hints in your previous interviews. Oh yes, I've been following your antics for a while now honey, even all those wicked men and women seemed to excite you, even if you didn't openly admit it..."
She sits again, her words are enough to keep me seated at this point, and her foot finds my knee.
"How about it? I'll let you rub them, hell, we could give the Micros a break and I'll let you taste them too..."
I swallow a large lump in my throat and she grins at me, her foot massaging my knee and thigh.
"And then, once you shrink, which will probably be soon, considering your squeaky little voice and over-sized clothes, I'll keep you with my big feet forever. How does that sound?"
Her foot travels further up my leg, her toes gently flicking at the crotch of my jeans. I feel the electricity jolt through me and the heat rush to my face.
"At your feet?"
She nods with a gentle, seductive smile. "Mhmm...you can stay down there all day, smothered in my wrinkles, or in between my toes...not like the others though, you'll be my favorite, a willing servant..."
I stare down at her feet, knowing that smothered in between it's pungent folds and the fabric of my crotch, is a group of Micros, forced to service this giantess I once called friend. Then I hear it. The screams of pain or discomfort, or agony. They're being tortured by this woman, and they never had a choice.
It happens on instinct, faster than I even realize. I spring up from my seat, grabbing my notepad in one hand and my backpack in the other, I bolt for the front door, Inaya's shouts at my back. The run to my car is non-existent in my mind, all I can remember is starting the engine and racing away from the curb as Inaya waves her arms in my rear-view mirror. I drive for a few miles before I pull over on the side of a desert road.
My heart is thudding in my chest and there's sweat on my forehead. For one crazy moment, I had considered her offer. I'd even wanted it. I groan as I realize I can barley see over my dashboard anymore. I pile up some of my belongings beneath me and pray that I won't be pulled over before I get home.
Inaya's words echo in my head.
"Even if you get back to your family, are you so sure they wouldn't do the same, or worse to you?"
