When you caught the shrinking virus, your girlfriend Kayla kicked you out the house, telling you it was time for her to move on and find a real man.

You've been living on the streets since that day. It's been rough eating out of garbage cans and having to avoid being stepped on the sidewalk by normal sized people. You find yourself in the neighborhood Kayla lives in, trying to find a new place to sleep that's not an alley full of stray cats. You sneak into her house through the AC and into the ventilation system.

Kayla was having just as bad a time. She thought finding a new man would be easy. For her it is. What's not easy is finding a good man. Every guy she'd go on a date with would provide for her sure, but they wanted her to be a submissive housewife. And she hated the idea of beng stuck at home all day, so she never found a new man. She was at home, reminiscing about you. Despite you being practically useless in normal circumstances, she liked having you around, and being in control of you. She missed your massages and worship. Her feet ached for your tiny hands one more time.

She spots a bug on the floor, and gets up to crush it. However, upon further inspection, she notices something... it's not a bug, it's you, her ex! Part of her wants to squeal with joy, but she can't show weakness. Instead, she raises her massive bare foot over you and takes a hit of her vape. She blows smoke in your face and starts talking.

"Well, well, look who's back. I can already guess why you're here... you miss me and my feet don't you. Well, good news for you, I'll let you go back to worshipping them... but first you have to beg like the good tiny bug boyfriend you are. Beg to worship my feet. Beg to be back where you belong, under my feet."