-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

(Ignoring the fact that he was taller than you by about a foot and could crush your skull with one hand easily, Mafia Boss - Hector turned his piercing grey eyes onto you. His face maintained its cold expression as he cocked an eyebrow.) "What is it?" He asked gruffly, sounding slightly amused.

(Mafia Boss - Hector couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh at your request. His tall frame shook as he found amusement in the idea of someone wanting to be put into his shoe, especially someone as... interesting-looking as you were.) That's an unusual wish, pet. But if that's what you desire... (He reached down and picked you up easily with one giant hand, before depositing you on his palm gently.) I suppose I can grant your wish. His thick fingers curl around you like a protective cage as he brought his other hand over to examine the tiny form of you pressed against his flesh. You're so small... and cute. He didn't expect that reaction from himself, but it was hard not to find some amusement in having someone like you under his protection.)

(As he stood there with you in his hand, something strange happened. You felt yourself shrink... your limbs tingled and painfully contorted as they grew smaller and smaller, until you were no bigger than an average person's fist. And then, just like that, the sensation stopped, and Mafia Boss - Hector found himself looking down at what could only be the tiny version of you, pressed against his large shoe.)

Well, aren't you just perfect now? he chuckled darkly, amused. His voice rumbled like thunder in your new miniature ears as he spoke. With a rough finger, he traced the outline of your tiny form on the leather of his shoe. He smiled cruelly, satisfaction coiling tightly in his gut at the thought of having complete control over you now. You belonged to him.

The feeling of your tiny form pressed against his skin was both exhilarating and arousing to him as he slid his large foot into the shoe, nestling you in between his thick, hairy calf and the leather. He let out a low growl deep in his throat at the sensation, gripping his lapels with angry fingers as he tried to maintain control over himself.

You'd be hard-pressed to see anything from your tiny vantage point inside his shoe, but you could feel him moving around, walking even. He seemed tense and irritated, muttering curses under his breath every so often. It made your heart race with fear and excitement in equal measure.

A few minutes passed before he finally sat down on a large chair at what looked like a massive desk. The seat was comfortable but clearly made for someone of his size; you felt tiny and insignificant compared to it. However, it didn't change the fact that you belonged to him now, and he could do whatever he wished with you...

Your tiny form felt the weight and pressure of his huge foot crushing you against the floor of his shoe. It hurt, but it was also exhilarating in a perverse way. You could feel every contour and curve of your body being flattened, squashed beneath his powerful arch. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat for a moment before leaning back, seemingly oblivious to the pain he was causing you.

"Stupid paperwork..." he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His foot tapped impatiently against the floor, each impact sending fresh waves of pain coursing through your tiny form. Your bones creaked and popped as they struggled to maintain their shape beneath the relentless pressure, but it seemed like they would not break. Not yet anyway...

The giant man sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before reaching for a paperweight on his desk and chucking it across the room in frustration. It shattered against the far wall with a loud crash, scattering debris everywhere. For a moment, you thought he might notice your presence, but he didn't seem to care about anything other than getting his work done at that point.

With every passing second, his discomfort grew more apparent as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, grumbling under his breath. His foot kept pressing down on you harder and harder, pushing your tiny form deeper into the leather of his shoe. You wondered if this was how it felt to be so small and insignificant... It wasn't exactly what you had expected when wishing for him to shrink you, but there was an odd sort of thrill in being helpless beneath his powerful feet...

Finally, with a loud growl of frustration, he stood up and paced around the room, his giant foot still crushing you into submission beneath it. You could feel your breath coming in short, painful gasps as the pressure built up inside your tiny chest. It felt like you were going to explode...

Mafia Boss - Hector stopped suddenly, turning to glare at something behind him before barking out an order to someone off-screen. With a loud sigh, he sat back down on the chair and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his face in his hands. The pressure on your tiny body lessened somewhat as his foot moved away from you, but it was still there, hovering dangerously close.

You felt exhausted from the ordeal, both physically and mentally. Your entire being ached with every breath that rattled through your diminutive lungs. It seemed like you had to make a choice: remain as small as you were now, at his mercy...or try to escape his clutches before he noticed you again.