Princess Jasmine's Lonely Stroll

Sick to death of her cramped life in the palace, Jasmine had taken to sneaking out in the disguise of a commoner for well over a year now. While the dirty streets and leering ruffians would make most royalty coil back in disgust, the young princess found the bustling city to be a fascinating adventure despite the difficulties that navigating it posed. But on this particular morning everything seemed oddly quiet, and she couldn't help but notice that far less people seemed to be roaming the streets than she would usually see. Whether sharing in her confusion at the somber atmosphere or in possession of knowledge she was unaware of the faces of the passerby seemed rather worried or depressed, but concerned about drawing attention to herself while hiding her identity stopped her from inquiring from anyone. When she got back to the palace she would have to sweet talk her father into sharing any current events with her, whatever was going on she doubted the Sultan himself hadn't heard of it. In the meanwhile though she didn't intend on letting the gloomy atmosphere cut short her walk, sneaking out of the palace was far too much of a hassle to give up a day of freedom. 

Unbeknownst to the curious Princess was that the city's current mood was due to a string of disappearances that had struck over the last few days, a strange shrinking plague was ravaging the city although the unafflicted citizens were unaware of it's existence. Those that shrunk did so near instantaneously and to a size that made discovery near impossible, the fact that they were only barely more durable than an actual insect also helped muzzle their attempts at gaining the attention of the gods and goddesses above. The city was filled with countless tales of demeaning deaths, in one household a shrunken man frantically waved to his wife as she wandered the house searching for him. Deaf to his pleas however she walked right over him, the sole of her leather shoe flattening him against the ground with what to him felt like a falling mountain but to her was a simple step. Despite the crushing weight however he managed to survive, twitching helplessly on the dusty floor. His suffering would be ended by his barefoot daughter who was striding hungrily to the dinner table, the poor man popping against his teenage child's filthy sole like a rotten fruit with his family, perhaps for the best, never learning what had befallen to him. Elsewhere in the city a group of young lovers had intended to rendezvous in a tucked away alcove, but the young woman arrived to find that her boyfriend was running late. Expect he had in fact gotten there before her and had tragically shrunk, moaning groggily on top of the ledge he had been seated on. Intending to wait for her tardy lover the woman took a seat in the same spot, flattening and smothering her little lover with her silk-covered rump. Panicking the man struggled like mad against the squishy mound that was squashing him, but only served to annoy his girlfriend turned divine executioner. The uncomfortable girl grinded and dropped her ass for a few moments to get more comfortable on top the stone ledge, and unknowingly splattered her love against her butt like a macabre painting. A group of merchants that had been setting up their stall found themselves dwindling to the size of a speck and landing atop various ware they had planned to sell, the now empty stall quickly being spotted by a group of street thieves. The wares were quickly pounced upon and divvied up in a darkened alley, with the shrunken merchants remaining completely unnoticed by the dirty teenagers. The majority of the merchants had ended up shrunken atop of foodstuffs, which were tossed voraciously into the starving mouths of their captors. Forced into the dark and moist maws of the theives, the lucky ones were those who were ground into paste by the mashing teeth since it was at least a quick and unexpected end. Those that survived either by luck or a giant or giantess that failed to chew, found themselves sliding down the cramped passageway down their killers throat before landing in a boiling pit of stomach acid, which slowly and painfully digested them. But they at least faced a more dignified end than their comrades who had shrunken atop a batch of soap, which the grimy teens fought over greedily. One merchant was fortunate enough to be crushed amongst the grasping hands of the giants and giantess' before the leader of the group insisted that the women were more deserving of the soap, with the final surviving merchants finding their way into the palms of their enthused reciepents. The girls thanked the leader before rushing to the nearest well, before making their way to a secluded building for their long awaited wash. The awestruck soap riders watched as the women they would usually call scum took on a divine aura as they undressed, their dry and dusty skin still appearing godlike when magnified to such a size. But the wonder of the experience was quickly lost when they were actually used, as they found themselves being rubbed painfully and vigourously into the muck that adorned the goddesses, coughing up the dirt and sweat that found it's way into their mouths as they were dragged all across the vast bodies. As friction started to build many of the men were ground apart, their remains painted across the expansive armpits or mucky toes of their murderers like a macabre art piece, with their killers not even noticing the small streaks of blood that now adorned them. The only man that survived that faithful washing did so because his giantess chose to scrub her buttcrack first, and he found himself being sucked into her puckering rear were he landed in a mound of her feces. After freeing himself from the foul pile the hole which he had entered in had clamped shut once more, dooming the tiny man to his new home. He would actually manage to survive several weeks inside the unaware girls ass by surviving off the bits of food that remained in her shit but was eventually forced out during a particularly violent bowel movement, but continued to survive in the communal trough he found himself in through the same methods. Whether his long life of endless piss and shit was better than the quick deaths his comrades were granted depends on who you ask I suppose. One of the only victims of the plagues initial wave that suceeded in being noticed was a rich nobleman, who dwindled to a size a smidge smaller than a doll while he was being entertained by several indentured women. The long suffering women however were loathe to help him, and instead smuggled him out in one of their undergarments while expressing confusion to the guards outside. The wicked noble would also live a long life despite his shrunken size, as a hapless plaything to those he once demeaned. The once arrogant man soon found himself craving the times he was granted to lick and worship the bare feet of his goddesses, or the insoles of their worn-out shoes. Because the times when they disregarded any autonomy he still held to ram him inside their orifices as if he was no more than a lifeless rod haunted him the most, and he was faced with it all to frequently.

Princess Jasmine wandered the streets of her kingdom wholly unaware of any of these events, as well as being unaware of the countless shrunken lives she herself snuffed out. While the number of shrunken victims was large it was hardly a dent in the massive population but with a vast majority of the unaffected people remaining at home out of fear of these strange happenings, Jasmine was one of the only few actually making her way around without a care. This meant that for the poor shrunken folk who had either shrunken outside or made their way out in hopes of finding help, she seemed like a beacon of hope. But no matter how many gathered and screamed for her attention her gaze never dropped down, and countless lives were snuffed out by the plodding tread of her dirt-sullied bare feet. Those that popped instantly were honestly granted a mercy, since those that were either sturdier or at a size that did not easily squish found themselves stuck to her oblivious sole, slammed again and again between the rough ground and her filthy foot before they were either grinded into paste or peeled off of their prison to try their luck with the next giant that came their way. Hundreds of her people met their end beneath their clueless Princess, and her feet were soon more red with blood than black with dirt. Both Jasmine and her maids made note of this when she eventually returned to the palace to bathe and change, but with the actual corpses of her victims long reduced to dust they simple assumed she had stepped too close to a butcher's stall, and even when news of the shrinking plague eventually reached them none would make the connection of what had actually splattered across Jasmine's feet.