So, you're the latest sub to swear they're ready to pursue a tiny life in my service? You've stroked to every size clip I've shot, obsessed over every photoset, memorized every detail of your ideal Giantess Jasper Reed -- and this has emboldened you to commit to life as my tiny. But are you truly aware of the significance behind your lust-fueled decision? Take a seat -- on your knees before me, of course -- and let me verbally guide you into your new lifestyle.  This is a custom video! Original script: "I come to you to be shrunk and added to your collection of tiny slaves. It's pathetic and the amusement on your face makes no effort to hide it. But it's not the first time someone's dumb enough to throw away their life to live their "fantasy". Before any shrinking happens though, you sit down with me to make sure I understand what it means. Well, you get to sit. I'm told to kneel. We're not the same. First, the shrinking is permanent. Once I'm shrunk, there's no going back ever. Whether I like being minuscule or not, I won't ever be big again. I’ll always be inferior to the people who were once my equals. Every single normal-sized loser will be better than me. And if that's not enough to bruise my pride, perhaps I deserve to be the size of a bug. I'll never be taller than your toes. Toenails even, now that you think of it. You make sure I understand that I’ll be waving my rights as a human being away. I'll lose my name and have to give you all I own. You'll be able to blow all the assets and money I've worked my whole life for on whatever your heart desires just then. All I'll be able to do is watch as I scurry about your floors like a speck of dust. You'll travel the world while I'll never set foot outside your home for the rest of my tiny life. You'll eat amazing food while I'll suck on whatever sock for a bit of sweat or lick shoes hoping for grime. I'll be nothing and be reminded of it everyday as the world keeps on going without me in it. Next, you tell me about the fact that from now on, I’ll only live to serve any desire you have, at any moment of the day or night. You warn me that life beneath you will be hard and unfair and that there's nothing I'll ever be able to do about it. You tell me about what you'll expect me to do for you - from cleaning your shoes to licking your normal sized subs’ cum off the floor after a shoot or a session. I'll also be expected to be a good lil prop in your giantess clips. If you decide that you need me to be crushed for a video, that'll be it. You start going on about the idea that the end of my existence will happen just so that some perverts behind their screen can cum and immediately forget about it. They'll get to go about their lives, having enjoyed the best giantess videos ever made, while I'll be at best licking sweat from some old shoes and at worst, be a forgettable stain. You finish by asking me if I'm ready? The papers are right there for me to sign. You've got shrinking serum. I accept. You find it pathetic but you tell me to look up. One because I better get used to it. Also because maybe - just maybe - I'll be lucky and the next candidate to enter your service will be some beta girl. You joke as I sign the papers about how romantic it'd be, falling in love while cleaning dirty panties or shoes. You couldn't, of course. But you're people, and I'm clearly not. Anyway, time to get that serum..."