The Office Pest
by Lurker_B




Smiling in triumph she studied him from her chair. It was surprising how quickly the potion had taken affect - one second he'd been standing beside her talking his usual rubbish, then after a couple a chews on the laced gum she'd given him *POW* he'd got a whole new perspective on the world. She hadn't given him much time to adjust, he looked around at first trying to work out where he was - when he finally looked up a shocked expression was just visible on his tiny face. He'd always had a thing about her legs; it annoyed her so much she'd taken to wearing trouser suits and flat shoes. The skirt and heels worn today broke the embargo but ensured that he'd stuck close to her, unaware of her intentions. Those same legs now loomed above him, the silk of her stockings stretched tight against the curves of her ankles, thighs and calves, the definition shifting as she tilted her foot to and fro casting an oval shadow across the ground and enveloping his diminished body.

She let him gawp for a minute or so, just enough time to comprehend her stature and presence. Then (when she suspected him of trying to shout with his miniscule voice) she slowly uncrossed her legs and stamped her foot down, the shiny stiletto clacking hard on the polished wood floor - denting the surface.

His physique couldn't take it, a wave of perfume-scented air felled him as the world buckled and shook in an instant. The blast threw him a hard six yards. He yelled as he struggled to his feet, his trembling arms poised to fend off danger. Disorientated, eyes stinging and ears ringing he saw his faint reflection in the object that had fallen only inches away. Her shoe was enormous, the leather creaked slightly as a terrible weight settled supported by a heel that stretched high into the air. A pit had been gouged through the steel-hard varnish of the floor at the stiletto's tip, while at the other end huge toes emerged from an arch of stitched leather, crimson nails glistening like armoured plates behind a wall of misty silk.

His dilemma amused her, she'd only dropped from a short height but it had been enough. His situation was apparent as he staggered around in the shadow cast by her ankle. Keeping her foot in place she raised herself from her seat to tower over him. She was wearing four inch heels, but he only just reached the lacquered nail of her big toe. She'd reduced him to just under one inch in height. Fearing for his life he made a break for the shadows under the desk, but her foot clopped down again cutting him off and sending him skidding to the floor once more.

"So I'm desperate for it am I?" She mocked "Well look up now, get an eyeful you little shit"

She widened her stance, shaking the floor as her shoes settled on either side of him. As the floorboards groaned he looked up past her impossible legs - instep, ankle, calf, knee. Cast high in her shadow he could see stocking straps pulled taught over massive yet distant thighs, crowned by the curve of taught buttocks. The fancy lace of her white panties loomed above, 200 hundred feet in the air.

"Fancy a closer look" She sneered, "I promise I'll be gentle! In fact we'll start with that massage you promised me, and work it from there."

A foot slipped from its shoe. As her stocking clad sole descended, the smell of leather and perfume filled the air once more. The ball of her heel had levelled slightly under pressure. Giant female toes descended towards him, bunched in the musty fabric of high-class hosiery. He raised his hands and tried to push away the warm instep, but his elbows buckled under the tremendous weight and power - her movement didn't falter. Shadow engulfed him as she continued to lower her foot, pressing him down onto his knees, lower, heavier, stronger until he was pinned beneath the taught fabric and firm flesh. He pushed and strained with all his muscle but it was no use, she was overwhelming. He'd been shouting but now his mouth was smothered against acres of silk swathed flesh. He tried to bite, but his teeth couldn't penetrate as she increased the pressure and he struggled to breathe.

Looking down at her pretty arched foot it was intriguing to see how it had covered him so completely. She admired the way her stockings held a slight sheen and her manicured nails stretched the toe of the fabric as she flexed. At this size he hadn't posed a problem, she gradually put more weight down and was amused to feel his puny struggles underfoot.

As she stepped down further, his protests dwindled as limbs were pinned against her flesh. From the other side of the room, a woman called her name from an adjoining office, "Phone call!"

With a tut she shouted back.

"Right, I'll be there in a minute I'm just finishing off!"

She raised her foot off the floor and slid it back into her shoe, following up with a terrible stamp to get a snug fit.

Looking down she could see him, a pathetic insect cowering before her. It crossed her mind that she could leave him to his fate and just walk away, forcing him to fend for himself in a land of giants. How long would he last? Maybe a week before starvation took hold and he wasted away, or perhaps he'd be squashed by one of the office girls oblivious to his presence (or attempts to attract attention) as they followed their daily routine.

She idly rocked her foot back on its heel, grabbed a handbag from the desk and pondered the scenario.

It was too risky. He may manage to contact someone like Janine or Gabby. Women who may keep their cool and not crush him to paste as they recoiled in horror (or mistook him for a bug like Janette in repro was likely to do).

She had to end it now.

"Little men should stay with little women," She gloated "or they get out of their league!"

Her foot moved over him, looking up he could see a flat expanse of cream leather, worn in places to black. The shoe size was etched in huge gold letters high in the curve and a splodge of blue-tak had been flattened to a disk at the base. Her heel pivoted slowly as a rounded triangular shadow descended. He couldn't move, exhausted from his struggles and frozen in terror he raised his hands once more and pushed.

She came down.

Hard.

She thought she could just hear a tiny scream come from below, but it was cruelly cut short. Twisting her foot on the polished floor, she focused the pressure forwards and down. Swinging her hips, she rotated both knee and ankle to grind the sole mercilessly against the varnished mahogany. There was a slight resistance underfoot followed by a crunch as her weight settled. Her shoe slipped easily on the gory lubrication beneath. With a final hard twist she pulped what was left. Stepping back she reached into her bag and grabbed a tissue. A lumpy smear glistened on the floor. She smoothed her skirt and knelt down, mopping the residue with a quick flick of her wrist before wiping her shoe clean. "Right." She yelled to Janine, "I'm coming!"