(Note, this is a two part chapter)

In strode the familiar red-head, hair spiky as usual and a great big grin on her face, right behind her was C.C. with a softer smile on hers. She wore a loose yellow tank top that exposed much of her chest along with a pair of navy blue short-shorts and a pair of boots, slung over her shoulder was a decent-sized backpack that seemed completely packed. Lelouch had mixed feelings upon seeing Kallen approach him. On one hand it was a reunion with a dear friend, on another it was him coming face to face with a woman who he lied and manipulated to the very end. Judging from C.C.’s words it seemed Kallen definitely wasn’t going to play nice, She loomed overhead, a titaness whose toes alone were double Lelouch’s height. As she got closer her face couldn’t even be seen past the two large appendages coming from her chest, to Lelouch’s dismay it didn’t matter anyway, anything past the hip was blurry. That was the sheer size difference between the two. Kallen walked into the room, closer and closer to Lelouch…And closer…very close…

BOOM!

…until her foot landed right overtop of the shrunken man. Every bone in his body shattered instantaneously with a hideous cracking sound that was too small to be heard by the looming goddesses.

Kallen casually glanced at the room she was in, “Not bad at all. A little under-furnished, but not bad at all.” The home C.C. was residing in was a small cottage, far off in the more rural part of Japan, a simple set up ideal for a couple of people. They stood in the living room, furnished with a pair of simple couches adjacent to one another, a couple of small counters with a decoration or two, a small television, wooden floors, and a decent-sized table by the couch. Kallen tossed her backpack onto the couch, “So where’s the little guy?”

C.C. chuckled, “Under your right foot.”

Immediately Kallen looked down and lifted her foot, sure enough there was a splotch of blood, Lelouch’s remains. “Oh man, is he-?”

“Just watch.”

They both were silent, watching the remains of the shrunken prince begin to transform, flowing back together until it formed Lelouch once again. It was like watching a rewind of him getting crushed, with everything flowing back into place. Wheezing, Lelouch stood back up. All he could remember was the intense split second of pain from getting crushed, a level of pain that nearly made his mind break instantly. Yet here he was, alive and well. In front of him was the enormous tower known as Kallen’s boot. Lelouch craned his neck to trail it up to its source, a grinning Kallen. “Hiya Lulu!”

Lelouch offered a small wave, “H-Hello Kalle-“

BOOM!

Her boot stomped on Lelouch again, coming back off so he could reform. “My foot wanted to say Hi too.” Kallen giggled to the newly reformed prince. “I can’t believe you were telling the truth C.C., I thought you were crazy honestly.”

C.C. took a seat on the couch, planting one foot beside Lelouch while the other crossed over her knee. “That’s why I had to show you. Like I said, my own personal little slave.”

There was a scary gleam in Kallen’s eyes the moment C.C. uttered the word slave, “I’m glad you did. And you meant what you told me?”

C.C. nodded, “Yes, while you’re here he’s as much your slave as he is mine.”

“Sweet!” Kallen looked down at Lelouch, “Hear that Lulu? While I’m here you answer to me! You got that?”

There was a mental list of any number of retorts Lelouch could’ve used, most of which would have offended Kallen deeply. But for the sake of avoiding another stomp, he bit his tongue. “Yes Kallen…”

“It’s Goddess Kallen to you bug.”

Lelouch sighed, “Sorry, Goddess Kallen.”

Kallen never looked so smug, “I’ll forgive you this once, but only if you give a little kiss to my boot.” The Brittanian prince didn’t waste any time in planting a solid kiss on Kallen’s boot sole, compared to licking C.C.’s feet clean this task was trivial.

“No need to try and ease him in Kallen. Why, little Lulu here just finished licking my feet clean. See?” She flexed her foot towards Kallen, showing how flawless it looked now that it had been cleaned. Even with a casual glance Kallen saw that they looked nice. “Oh? Then I guess it’s my turn then!” In a single motion Kallen fell to the couch and landed with a cushioned boom, kicking off her boots and sliding them beneath the couch, planting her now bare feet before Lelouch. “I expect a perfect job or I’ll crush you between my toes for an hour!”

Lelouch sighed again, but one more pair of feet wouldn’t be as humiliating as before. He tried to rationalize that but it just wasn’t going to work. C.C. was one thing, but Kallen once answered to him. Now the leader was a servant…Actually less than that! At his size Lelouch was the grime on the servants shoe, and he had to answer to his former subordinate. Embarrassing, humiliating, and the loss of power to top it off. Lelouch felt worse with what he was about to do! Before him the monolithic toes wiggled in anticipation, each painted a subtle red that matched Kallen’s hair. They had more a tan coloring to them like Kallen’s skin, unlike C.C.’s pale complexion. There were drips of sweat clinging to her feet, especially between the toes; she clearly walked for a while in those boots. There was a faint stench of feet in the air, but it wasn’t really that bad, Kallen’s feet thankfully lacked a powerful odor. Trying to avert his gaze so he wouldn’t bear witness, Lelouch leaned forward to Kallen’s big toe, tongue outstretched.

“Let’s say we make this interesting.” C.C. smirked. Kallen and Lelouch turned to the witch, noting the Geass emblem on her forehead glowing. C.C. stared at Lelouch with a sinister smirk, and Lelouch realized why. He was shrinking again! The looming toes before him grew, grew until they resembled 100-ft tall buildings! The Goddesses around him grew to an even greater height, blurring past their knees. Even one such as Lelouch had only a single reaction, he screamed. The insignificant squeak Kallen miraculously heard made her look back to Lelouch, who was now naught but a speck before her feet. “Oh my God…Did you just make him smaller?”

“So he can get all the details right.” C.C. smiled, the symbol on her forehead fading again. Kallen’s face gave away she wanted to know how so she immediately explained, “When Lelouch agreed to his second life it was another contract, sort of…a revised one if you will. Obviously it made him his size, but it also gives me the authority to control his size at will. So I could change him to normal-size one day, or in this case, make him smaller.

The shocked look on Kallen’s face turned into a smirk, “Well then thank you.” She looked back to Lelouch, “No slacking Lulu, get to work, or I’ll get C.C. to make you small enough you’ll live between my toes!”