Please Don't Shrink Me, Nagatoro

(cruel, feet, bullying, Please Don't Bully Me, Nagatoro)

A wide, ominous shadow cast itself over a tiny, fluffy haired boy. Backed against a concrete wall and shivering like a leaf in a storm, he struggled to think straight and ignore the sight before him.

"Ehhhhhh~! It actually worked? No way!" the smug thunderhead roared, looming over her senpai with the silvery ray-gun in hand.

"N-N-Nagatoro! W-w-what did you do?!" the miniaturised student stuttered and shouted at the same time. He had been mere feet away from leaving the school grounds when he was reduced to what seemed to be only twelve or so centimetres in height.

It seemed the tanned schoolgirl didn't hear his pleas, simply grinning down happily and enjoying how her shadow consumed him. "Hehe, you were always a waste of space senpai, now you'll take up less room."

He quivered again at the volume of her voice; the immensity of the once short first-year was terrifying. Nagatoro's exposed, tan legs climbed up, up, up, into the furrows of her skirt, where he could see her... The student blushed, but was too shocked to avert his gaze.

Picking up on his fear, Nagatoro's grin only widened. "Eh, senpai, do I look like a monster from one of those old movies? Like Godzilla?" With a sly smile she stood to her full height and placed the 'gun' back into her backpack. Cruelly she began to stomp around. The crashing of her feet was deafening to the shrunken male, leaves and other refuse was blown around him, threatening to bruise him. Thankfully no one was around to see her do the embarrassing dance. It made the shrunken boy curl up in fear, reeling from his new size.

Two black painted nails snatched at the scruff of his neck, lifting up the stringy male and leaving him before the large, hazel eyes of his captor. He bobbed up and down slightly, having been snatched from the secure ground and up to the equivalent of a few stories made him wiggle and flail his limbs in fear. "If I'm big monster, maybe I should eat you? I bet I could fit you in my mouth." The sun-kissed girl punctuated her threat with an opening of her maw.

The wild flailing of thin little arms and legs increased, targeted at the overpowering fingers. He was slowly being inched towards her mouth, and his inevitable demise, as if he were a stuffed toy in a crane machine. "Nagatoro-san please don't eat me!" he pleaded with wrung hands.

An open mouth was replaced with puffed-out cheeks, the bully holding back laughter; it didn't last long as finally she cracked and a warm torrent of minty breath washed over her senior, almost deafening him. "You're so stupid senpai!" A third deep black nail pocked at his sweated, flushed cheek. "I wouldn't eat something as disgusting as you. No, now that you're pocket-sized I'm gonna take you home for some overtime."

"O-overtime?..." The minute thing was beginning to realise the futility of the situation; Nagatoro was always physically stronger than him... now the gulf was astronomical. He bowed his head meekly and submitted.

"Good senpai!" Moments before he was slid into her chest pocket his thoughts were interrupted by her condescending voice. "Oh... oh, senpai, you disgusting pervert, wanting to go in my pocket just to be close to my boobs," she tisked.

"What?! No! I-I-I..."

"Dirty senpai! I have a place filthy perverts such as yourself."

The athletic girl balanced on one leg and used the opposite hand to slip off her uwabaki, letting her toes wiggle through her black sock.

"Eh? No! Please please I don't want to go--"

He was dropped in, falling to the toe section of the slightly musty shoe. "Don't get all squished in there senpai~" Nagatoro wished with a wagging finger as if telling him off.

Soon the small, cramped space was invaded by a second object, a black clad monster lurking at the mouth. It slid in, searching for the curled up senpai at the toe section. A sharp jolt unfurled him and kicked him directly beneath the foot, which was now snugly inside the shoe and with a new insole. At twelve centimetres tall, senpai occupied approximately two-thirds of the petite shoe, placing the majority of his body under the arch of her foot. He was somewhat relieved of pressure, but it was still quite cramped, and he would no doubt be compressed as soon as she started walking. The fuzzy sock fibres were matted together by her perspiration, which was thick in the atmosphere, and well warmed by her body heat. The smell wasn't as terribly offensive as it could have been, but it was still invasive and chocking, which was exacerbated by how stuffy and moist the whole tomb was.

With a flick of her ankle the first-year was off with a spring in her step and knowing grin on her face. Each innocent step squeezed the shrunken prisoner a little more, moulding her moist sock around his frail little body a bit more each time. However she was sure to not put *too* much pressure on the string-bean, lest she break him accidentally. Joyfully she made her way home, everyone but her oblivious to her secret.

The monotonous steps repeatedly shook senpai's poor, tiny brain around, and squeezed his body under a mountain of pressure. Her firm foot felt like a punching bag being dropped onto him, cushioned by tropical sock that tickled the skin and burnt the lungs. So far this was the worst bullying he'd ever been subjected to, and he prayed for it to be over soon.

The innocent lady quickly became tired of walking - she was in much too good a mood. With a steadfast smile she began to skip along instead, her knees kicking up high and her feet bouncing along.

Now he really began to feel the full force of her monumental body. Each innocent skip plowed him further into her foot, not even the springy sock cushioning him from the thick, firm skin of her soles. He coughed and spluttered every chance he got; and he realised Nagatoro was probably going easy on him.

At the horizon of the road, near her home, a small silhouette could be seen. It was tiny and boxy, and the closer she came the more she realised it was a tin can that had been littered. Taking a cruel run up, Nagatoro clenched her well toned yet slender legs and wound back a mighty kick, unleashing it and sending the piece of debris flying away.

The whole harrowing ordeal felt like it almost tore senpai apart. His body was rattled like a pachinko ball, and the blood was forced away from his head due to the acceleration. He was left dizzy and light-headed, as well as pressed by the immense power of Nagatoro's novice muay thai kick and smothered under a blanket of body heat and sweat. Any more of this and he'd surely come undone...

Fortunately, he was subjected to barely a minute more of underfoot torment, and was instead allowed to gasp at fresh air when she kicked her shoes off at the alcove. Senpai felt the heavenly light of the entry way had blessed him with its presence.

"Senpai~ Seennpaii~~" Nagatoro cooed, trying to rouse him.

Instead of speaking, he simply let out a cough.

"Ah! I knew you weren't dead. I'm very careful with where I step... How was your flight on Nagatoro airlines?"

Senpai failed to give any meaningful response.

"Eh, come on senpai, you're finally in girl's house. Wouldn't a little pervert like you be loving this right now?"

Nothing.

Getting bored of his muteness, a bronze hand reached in and snatched his body up, holding him in a comfortable fist. She brought him up to her face to speak directly at him, before wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Ech! Senpai, you reek!"

"I was just in your shoe, of course I stink!" he finally snapped.

"Ah, you remembered how to speak! Regardless, a dirty thing like you needs a bath..." Nagatoro bounced upstairs with a cruel smile, into the bathroom of her house, making senpai bounce the whole way up.

"I don't want a bath! Let me go home, I'll have one there!" he said with a blush on his face. He was terribly embarrassed about Nagatoro of all people bathing him.

"Don't be silly senpai, I can't have you stinking up my room."

"Why am I going in your room?"

She just smiled smugly and ran the tap, sending a torrent of water cascading into the basin. Without even taking his clothes off she plunged him into the cold stream, shrivelling him up and sending him squirming. The torrent forced him into her soft, chocolatey hands; unfortunately the icy stream overpowered any warmth her hand provided. She cut the stream; it was only a few seconds, but that period felt like half an hour to him, especially now that he was left shivering and cold.

"Hehe, little senpai's clothes are all wet, he's going to catch a cold! It's okay though, I have the perfect costume for him~"

He was placed in the basin with an uncharacteristic tenderness, and after a brief excursion to her room she returned. Plain to see she had a pink, frilly, doll dress in hand.

"NO!" was all he argued with.

"Senpai, you gotta put on the dress or you'll catch a cold."

"I don't care, I'd rather die!"

Nagatoro, cool and collected as always, just grinned. "Remember, that can be arranged," she flashed her fang at him.

Seeing her point, he meekly shivered and gulped.

"You're wearing this, one way or another. Either I'll let you get yourself dressed or I'll dress you. And I don't think you want me seeing your privates. Especially when you're so... 'minute'."

She placed the dress on the inside of the basin, right next to senpai, and smiled before leaving the room. "I'll prepare the tea!"

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"Okay okay okay, now say, 'I love this tea, Nagatoro-hime'," an enraptured flowery voice came from Nagatoro's mouth. She was never one to play with dolls before, but if the doll was a tiny senpai then she'd gladly indulge.

Gritting his teeth, senpai bowed his head through the dress frills and, quite unenthusiastically, said, "I love this tea, Nagatoro-hime." He then brought the fake plastic cup up to his mouth and pretended to drink.

"Uwaagh! you're welcome senpai," she teased with a cruel smile. "It seems like we found an actual use for you after all! Now, say, 'Thank you for inviting me for tea, it's an honour to be with the prettiest princess of all!'"

"Ugh... Thank you for inviting me for tea, it's an honour to..." A sudden surge of self-loathing washed over the captured boy. "Hmph, No! This has gone too far, you're a kidnapper! You almost crushed me to death! Grow me back right now because I refuse to play your silly games any longer!" he shouted with all the force he could muster.

The giantess' face went blank, shocked almost, her eyes were wide and she stammered for words.

The male was shocked at her shock. Had he really been so impassioned that even Nagatoro backed off? He honestly-

"Hehe," she began snickering. "Hehehe," she continued on giggling. "Hahaha!" she let out a deep guffaw.

Senpai slunk further down, until he was physically held there by a few thick, tanned fingers. "Well, senpai who is slow in the head, you really are an idiot. Being my dolly was my only use for you, so I guess I need to find a new one or else I have no reason to keep you around." This sentence, followed by a tap on the chin, put the fear of death into senpai. Before he could stutter back an apology he was lifted up again by a tight grasp at his midsection. "Maybe I could turn you into a piece of jewellery?" Fingers folded his limbs around like he was an action figure, twisting him so his wrists met his ankles.

Living his life as a mere accessory for a giant girl... Definitely not what he wanted, but the grip was too tight to be worth struggling.

"Ah... nah, nowhere near pretty enough... Perhaps you could be my manservant? Giving me massages, cleaning up for me..."

That sounded even worse. He didn't want to live out his life as a slave.

"Hmm, no, a pervert like you would probably like that." Nagatoro let him hang flaccid and wiggled his twig-like arm. "And you're not even strong enough for that..."

Senpai was shivering, afraid, and felt more worthless than he ever had before; he wasn't sure if doing these things or being deemed unworthy to even try was more pathetic.

"Oh! I know! A nice easy job for you - my seat cushion!"

"What!?"

"It's the only thing that you could be good for!" she smirked. The first-year hopped off her chair and moved over to the carpeted floor. "Right~ here! My floor is always way too uncomfy, now you can help out!"

"Ah, no, please, Nagatoro! Don't! I don't want to-"

"Shhh, cushions don't need to speak."

Right now wass the most afraid he had been in, well, ever. He was gently placed upright on the ground, and Nagatoro didn't wipe that horrible smug grin off her face as she jumped up, turned around, bent her knees, and wiggled her behind over him. Like a meteor her posterior waited to impact the Earth, casting the 'blast radius' in shadow, and making no mistake that he would be killed. He wanted to run away, get up and sprint; he knew it was hopeless, he'd be caught and apparently unceremoniously executed. This couldn't be happening, could it? Nagatoro was a bully, sure, but she'd never actually kill him, would she? But with the sheer immensity of her rear he saw no other possibilities. "Nagatoro, please! Please! Don't! I-I-I wanna live!"

"Oh, silly senpai, it's not a hard job, stop being melodramatic!"

Senpai clamped his eyes shut, holding back tears... He'd never even get to wish goodbye to his mother, his father... He was going to die under Nagatoro's butt! He heard a small grunt as she let her behind collapse backwards, sending all her weight careening down upon his frail little frame...

He felt a small pressure land on his chest.

"Eh?" the horribly sweaty and terrified boy opened his eyes. Nagatoro was indeed sitting on him, but just his chest. She was normal sized... or rather he was normal size. "Y-you..."

The tanned girl burst into a fit of absolute hysterics, laughing maniacally at the state he was in. He was beet-red in the face, his glasses totally fogged over, skin slick with sweat, clearly frightened to near trauma and dressed in a frilly pink dress. That shrink ray was the best investment she'd made in some time.

Senpai began to calm down, and realise what had happened... He was so infinitely embarrassed.

Finally she came down from her fit, and through a thin voice managed to say, "Overtimes over! You can go home now senpai."

"I-I-I..." Honestly he wasn't sure how to react; he had almost died, or at least that's how it felt. "N-Nagatoro-san... c-can I have my school uniform back?" he pleaded.