Olly’s Birthday Bash 2025

“Are you sure that’s gonna work, Microbe?”
Lartse stopped lapping for a moment. “Well, yes, Master, if I’m the one writing the story.”
“You better be right, or else…” Kwa slightly squished his toes, which was enough to send a message to his Microbe. “Do we need to prepare?”
“No, I just need to…”

Without transition, the world around them was blue. The exact shade of blue that Kwa had drawn over and over and over. He instinctively reached out his hand; the pillars were as soft to the touch as the lines of his art were to the eyes. Which meant that, if he looked up…

“Which one should it be, Master, his sole or his face?”
Kwa turned around, almost startled. Lartse was leaning against a carpet fiber, same size as him, looking nonplussed. “What do you mean?”
“I’m making it up as we go. Should we start with him stepping on us, or him finding us?”

Kwa hesitated for a moment. “…I want him to find us. I want this big doof to grab us and make us his toys. I want to make him feel big.” And sure enough, when he raised his head up to the ceiling-sky, Olly’s big red eyes were all he could see.

Even Lartse was surprised by how perfect Olly looked. The “real” deal was somehow even better than Kwa’s character design and art skills had allowed him to create. It would not be fair to call it a dream come true, for the brain cannot imagine such magnificence.

The two tinies’ train of thoughtless admiration was stopped when Olly’s voice boomed over them. “Who are you?” He sounded surprised in the way someone would be when finding a $100 bill in the street. He fully laid down on his belly, happily kicking his feet up in the air, to take a closer look at the newcomers.

Kwa was still too shocked to speak, so Lartse replied instead. “This guy here made you. And he did a damn fine job. Me, I’m usually his tiny slave, but for this story we’ll be equal beneath you.”
A grin of delight spread across Olly’s face. “I’m not entirely sure what you mean, but I’m hearing words that I like. So, you like being tiny, and you came to me specifically?”
“YES!” Kwa belted out as his first words. “Do whatever you want to us!”
“We’re gonna be fine,” Lartse added, “this is all just in my brain. The moment I end the story, we’re back in the real… I mean, in our world. Just have fun with us.”

For some strange reason, Olly did not feel concerned for these two crazy tinies. There was something in Lartse’s voice that reassured him, that made him feel on top of the world. If that talking piece of lint said he couldn’t harm them… He wouldn’t get such an occasion a second time, and before any thought could form in his mind, he knew what he was going to do.

Even Lartse flinched when the gigantic digits grabbed the both of them at once. They nearly passed out when Olly rose to his feet, and again when he dropped his butt on the sofa. He let them tumble into the palm of his hand, level with his deep-cut abs.

“I would love to eat some tinies, you know, get a good taste of power. I can’t, unless I can retrieve them safely. But if you guys say you’re gonna be fine anyway… You’re not kidding, right?”
Kwa and Lartse looked up, past the mountainous torso of their current master, right into his beautiful eyes. “We came here to please you,” they said in strange unison.
“Great! Then climb up into my mouth. First to get there gets a reward!” He unceremoniously dropped them in his lap and reclined, his arms crossed behind his head to cockily show off his buff body even more.

Without missing a beat, Kwa shoved Lartse aside and started scaling Olly’s abs. He figured that, being barely as tall as each muscle, they could reach Olly’s chin in a matter of minutes, so even the smallest edge could ensure the win. He couldn’t help but hornily admire his creation — how soft yet firm the ground was under his touch, how imposing each row of hills looked atop the previous one, how the landscape strangely grew bigger and bigger as he was climbing…

Lartse easily overtook Kwa and made sure to squish him under its foot before reaching for the last row of abs, just as a reminder of who was in control of the story. In fact, now that it thought about it, having Kwa stuck to its sole for the rest of the climb would be pretty fun. Something about being between a rock and a Lartse place… Its slutty Master definitely wouldn’t mind.

Going past the canyon between Olly’s pecs peaks, around his towering neck to reach and climb Olly’s fiery hair and sideburns, Lartse finally set foot on Olly’s chin. It couldn’t help but quiver, being so close to him, so close to the end… And again, those red eyes staring straight into its soul.

“You made it! And I didn’t even have to tell you to hurry up. If you could have stayed longer, I’d have Eric learn a thing or two from you… Is your buddy close to the finish line?”
Lartse took a few steps forward and wiped its sole on Olly’s lip, peeling off Kwa right at the pearly gates of heaven. Olly let out a chuckle, which sent Kwa plopping onto his tongue. “I see how it is with you two! Oh, there’s so many ways I could toy with you… You’ll come back another time, right?” Lartse nodded. “Well then, get in here!” Olly exclaimed before extending his tongue.
“…And my reward for coming first?”
“I ha’n’ ha’ ’ime for thinking, ya clim’ed ’oo ’ast!”

Lartse dared not protest and threw itself onto the red carpet. Olly’s mouth closed, plunging the soon-to-be-snacks in complete darkness. Only a few flashes of light came through when Olly spoke again. “I wanna get a good taste of you first, then I’ll send you on the way down. Enjoy the ride, you’ll tell me all about it next time!”

Olly sucked on his snacks, rubbing them against his palate to squeeze some delicious struggling out of them. This was the first time he could really go all the way; he wanted to savour it, but he was also impatient to feel them forced down his tight throat… He was craving this power too much, and impatience took over. Just one swift gulp, with no more effort than he would have used for a piece of candy, and they were gone. He sighed with pleasure and closed his eyes, trying to picture what their journey would be like.

Lartse landed first in the pool of stomach acid, closely followed by Kwa who had strangely regained his “normal” size on the way down. It was empty and hungry, as Olly hadn’t had breakfast yet, so it quickly started making work of what little food it had just received.

“It won’t hurt too much, right?” Sure, it was all just a story, but the pain that Kwa was suffering still felt visceral. “We can hang in there just a bit and then we’ll get back to the real world.”
“As soon as I say it ends, it ends.” Kwa sighed with relief at Lartse’s words. “But… I don’t want it to end.”
Kwa cried with anger. “What do you mean?!”
“I mean we’ll keep digesting here forever. You made your bed, now die in it.”

Kwa fell to his knees, both from the shock of the betrayal and from the weakness in his burning legs. The splash of acid made his entire body go numb from pain; yet he couldn’t help but notice that his skin, though it was completely reddened, had not dissolved at all. “Wh- What? Why?” He tried to stand up, to punch at his disobedient Microbe, but nothing in him had the strength or the will to fight. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want… He didn’t know…

“Come on, you like it here. You’ve always craved this, the powerlessness, the helplessness. Even the betrayal is something that turns you on. Keep pretending, it only makes it sweeter for the both of us.”

Olly stood up and gave his belly a couple slaps on his way to the kitchen. “Time for breakfast! Those two runts should be gone back home by now… too bad they won’t get to share a meal with me. Maybe next time?”

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!”
Without opening his eyes, Eric gestured to Olly to fuck off. “Just five more minutes, dickhead…”

Olly snatched Eric from his bed, and pinching him by the back of his shirt, made his puny body hang right in front of his furrowed face. “When Master dickhead says it’s time to wake up, you wake up. Cappuccino?”

Eric sighed. “Yes, Master dickhead, capisce. Now drop me, would you?” He knew he had made a mistake as soon as Olly’s usual grin started to spread across his face, and braced for the inevitable.
“As you wish!”

Olly let go of Eric’s shirt, and the tiny pet plummeted to the ground. He extended his arms and legs, ready for impact, and just as expected, Olly’s other hand caught him at waist height. He tried to suppress a groan of pain when he crashed into the soft palm, but it was still audible enough for Olly’s keen hearing to pick up.

“Can’t handle a little fall like that? Geez, you’re still as weak as the day I picked you up… I guess I’ll have to up your training~” He felt Eric curl up in his palm. “And yes, I heard what you just called me, bugbrain, so not only will you be eating breakfast from between my toes, that’s also where you’ll stay until we get to the kitchen.”

Before Eric could complain and earn himself more time at his master’s foot, Olly gently tilted his palm to let him fall the rest of the way down, and expertly caught him between his big and second toe. He made sure his pet was comfortably squished between them before starting his morning routine — today, breakfast would come last.

******

“You’re sure you don’t wanna do some training with me too?” Olly poked Everett’s belly. “You could use some, if you are to be one of my pets someday~”

Everett blushed and took a step back. “N-No, I’ll be fine, thanks. I gotta go anyway, I’ve got a… a something to do somewhere!”
“A turkey in the oven? Sure, let me know next time you don’t chicken out. Thanks for dropping by anyway!”

They hugged quickly, then Everett exited — just a sneaky couple millimeters shorter.

Olly turned to Eric, standing on the table, now foot-sized. “Ready?”

Eric tried to give his master a dirty look. “Does it matter?”

“Nope!” God, Olly could get away with anything with that smile. “As a warmup, get to the bedroom before me. Go!”

Eric jumped off the table, landed expertly on the floor and started running without missing a beat. He already knew the outcome, but maybe, just maybe this once, he could prove Olly he wasn’t the pathetic weakling he used to be. One day, he would prove that asshole wrong.

Today wasn’t that day. Olly had enough time to rummage through his candy stash, pick out a lollipop, and casually stroll into the bedroom just a moment before Eric crossed the threshold. “Impressive! You almost beat a sloth.” He pressed Eric under his sole before the pet could flip him the bird. “Now, turn on your belly. You’re doing pushups today.”

Eric pushed as much as he could to force Olly’s foot up, which with all his strength was just enough to allow him to turn on his side and support Olly’s weight with his shoulder, giving him some room to position himself as comfortably as the situation would allow. Then it was just a matter of safely flopping the rest of the way and letting Olly’s sole regain control.

“How many pushups?”
Olly adjusted his foot to let a toe rest on his pet’s head, and one of each of his shoulders. “As many as you can, until this lollipop is gone. And don’t think that’ll give you some way of slacking off: if you’re not doing a good enough job, I’ll stop sucking on it.”

Eric cursed the gods that made him fall in love with Olly, and started pushing.

“Everett, grow back for a sec and give me a hand!”
The birthday pet complied and held the door open for Olly, who set down the heap of boxes he had been carrying. “Okay, back to your rightful size!” The temporary pet joined the two permanent ones on the other side of the table.

“Brother, what do those boxes read?”
Eric chose for the billionth time to not show his annoyance at Issak calling him “brother”. “They’re cakes, from that new bakery that just opened I think?”
“Correct! See, you’re not always a bugbrain~” Eric managed to not lash back at his Master — on his birthday, Olly reigned supreme and unopposed. “The baker is adorable, and Ev told me his goods were delicious, so I got myself as much as I could!”

Everett’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Oooh, what flavour?”
“Berries and cream and Eric I swear if you dare to even think about doing that dance I’m eating you alive.” Eric froze, his hands in mid-air right before they would have clapped.
Everett’s eyes grew as wide as melons. “And you’ll let us have some, right?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not one of those jerks who don’t share their birthday cake! In fact, I got you three a special one; let me plate it for you…” Olly grabbed the smallest box, which contained a cake so small it would not even have counted as a single serving. He sat on the floor, his legs extended in front of himself, and set the cake between his feet.

“Ev, get on the cake and shrink to the size of a flea.” Every instinct in Everett’s mind screamed this was not a good idea; but he had promised to be Olly’s pet for the day… and being smaller meant having more cake to eat.

Once Everett was almost imperceptible to Olly’s eye, the birthday boy pressed the cake between his soles, making sure it was spread and sticking well. “Issak, Eric, come get your share! One foot each, clean it spotless; make sure to lick deep between the toes. I might go easier today on whoever gets his job done first~”

Issak and Eric jumped off the table and each chose a foot.

“It’s weird how much he’s giggling, don’t you think?”
“He’s just happy because it’s his birthday. Don’t read too much into it, brother.”
“But clearly there’s—”

Olly’s booming voice interrupted Eric. “On your mark, get set, lick!”

It didn’t take long for Eric to understand the trick that Olly was playing on them. He would need to investigate this new baker in town and how he had managed to do such a thing… once he would grow back to normal, as he was currently forced to lick all this cake off his master’s foot, with each morsel seemingly shrinking him further down. After a few licks, he already couldn’t reach the whole width of the sole anymore. Given how much was left, he quickly estimated that… he should hope he was bad at maths. He turned to his fellow pet.

“Hey, Issak, do you—”
“Yes, I know. Just keep licking.”
“But what about Everett?”
Issak sighed. “Just keep licking.”

Eric looked up at Olly, who was savouring both his own cake and the absolute power he had over his dear pets.