When the shrinking virus infected the LQBT community, Australian men were the first ones to put the tinies to work. Trading them like collectibles. They were no longer people. They were things. #Shrinking #Macro #MaleFeet #Domination #JockFeet #Findom

Your sole purpose in life now. After everyone but Aussies shrunk, it took mere minutes before the Giant Footed Hunks started to make pets out of foreigners.

He needed a replacement for the last foot slave. Breaking them in always took a few days so he liked to hasten the process with his sweaty feet. The Aussie immigration officer loved denying visas and then giving them a proper intro to Down Under HIM.

Thousands of starved foreigners were shrunk down to micro sizes and sold by the bunch at petrol stations. Most Aussies used them on their feet to eat the dead skin off from walking barefoot all Summer. Doomed to eat, lick, and worship the bottoms of straight uncaring sweaty feet.

You crawled through the jungle like carpet fibers as you approached your friends looming sweaty sole as he drunk his coffee, him unable to hear your tiny screams as you beat against his leathery sweaty post run heel crying and gagging at the smell as he enjoyed his morning.

He was walking down the road to the beach barefoot when he saw one of the tiny Americans that shrunk. Casually the Aussie smiled as he lined his next footstep up with the future stain on his sole.

You were so confused when the Aussie Border Patrol officer stamped your passport with a “Denied Visa” and then accused you of entering illegally. Then there was a flash. Everything was big. There was a giant sweaty foot above you as an Aussie voice said “Welcome Down Under Mate”.

“THERES ONE OF THOSE AMERICAN BUGS” -Your old Aussie best mate You used to see eye to eye when the government considered you a person? Now? Property to pick out his toe lint.

You signed yourself over to one of your best mates thinking you were safe when the new Anti-Foreigner Shrinking Law happened. He barely was outside the police station with you in hand when he tossed his head back and dropped you into his smirking Aussie mouth. “Sucks to be you!”

Every single second of betrayal felt like an eternity as he slowly opened his mouth, his giant tongue reaching out, teeth glistening, huge soft lips pulling up in a grin, hot breath hitting you as he laughed at you before tossing you down his throat. “Mate ur my f*cking protein”

He loved collecting the small Americans and putting them on foot duty for his big tired beefy Aussie feet after a game. Who cares that they used to be his friends? Who cares that he targeted them full well knowing that Shrinking Law was passing. They're just toe jam cleaners now.

The Aussie picked his feet while he talked to his mates, not caring about the thousands of micro-slaves he had dusted his feet with earlier to eat the dead skin off of his soles. His giant fingers barreling down digging into sweaty sole crushing them as he talked about hookups.

You were done for. The giant Aussie who found you, his giant lips hovered above you for only a second before they turned into a smile because he knew he was gonna end up swallowing you alive for easy protein. He wondered what your calories would turn into? A Pube? Toe skin cells?

People weren't bug sized. It's not Murder, it's just Pest Control. "Still..." the Aussie thought ".....Haven't had a good pumice stone in a while and it's teeth look like it would last at least a week on my heels". Smiling he let his foot miss it's target. #Macro #Shrinking #Feet

A few years ago any foreigners in Australia had their minds transferred to small robotic dolls and their real bodies destroyed. It soon became the Aussie past time to have small foot slaves at house parties, as the elite men ignored them below as they fell apart piece by piece.

Your boss enjoyed nothing more then crushing failing salesman under his soft superior sweaty soles. They never read the Shrinking Clause of their contract, and he got off on the power which only confirmed he was king of the CEO bros with wealth built off the backs of lesser men.

He shrunk at the local pub in downtown Sydney. He kept trying to get the drunk Aussie men to notice him down on the gross pub floor, but it was one giant sweaty thong strapped foot after another. Soon he was gonna end up a stain on some the bottom of dudes foot at this rate.

It was a hot Aussie Summer. He wasn't watching where he stepped. He didn't see the two small South African international students. He didn't feel them. He didn't hear them sizzle when he planted his sweaty foot on the hot cement. He did however enjoy a beer and his superiority.

Pride Week, more like Humiliation week? The two hottest guys at the Uni you went to just shrunk you and your friends down to serve their feet all month. The only noises you would all be making is the slurping, licking, and muffled noises of having your mouths jammed with feet.

He was swimming at the beach when he found you. He couldn't believe there were still tiny Americans running free in Australia. He laughed as he stuck his tongue out, ready to swallow this one whole to quiet his rumbling stomach. They always tasted better afraid. #Macro #vore