NOTE, this story involves minors as giantesses. Please don't read this if you are offended by such things. For all others, I'll try to post more tomorrow.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Jack and I'm 22 years old. It was about a month ago when I had a long weekend from college and decided to get a ride up to my parent’s house. Half-way between lived a family friend that I could get dropped off nearby and then my parents would come and pick me up from there. The house belonged to a friend of my parents, but I had also been friends with their daughter Stephanie for most of my life.

She was a year younger than I was, so this was her Junior year in college, and I was guessing she wouldn’t be home. Her little sister, Dawn, had started high school this year, but I really didn’t know much about her. From what I remembered, Dawn had been in ballet and maybe some gymnastics. She was fairly popular from what I heard.

After I was dropped off late on Thursday afternoon at a local mall, I walked to their house, went to the door, and knocked. Dawn answered the door and invited me in. She was wearing a black T-Shirt, tight blue jeans, and black leather flat pumps. She looked pretty good for only being 14.

“Jack, how’ve you been,” Dawn inquired. I walked in and said I was doing fine.

“Nobody else is home, so I was wondering if you wanted to try something?” she asked. I figured it would be interesting, so I agreed. She led me to her bedroom and went to her closet. I set my backpack down on the floor and sat down on the bed. I watched as she got what appeared to be a pen or wand from the top shelf of her closet.

“Go to the middle of the room and sit down,” Dawn instructed as she pointed the “pen” at me. I went to the middle of the room, and figured she was going to squirt some water at me or something. Suddenly, a light came out and hit me in the chest. Every muscle in my body was paralyzed as I fell over. I watched as the room exploded upwards into gigantic proportions. When it was all over, the ground trembled as the Giantess Dawn walked over to me. Comparing myself to everything, I was extremely small.

I couldn’t believe that I was now only an inch tall. Looking around my view was captured by Dawn’s giant shoe. The shiny black leather surface that encased her bare foot.

“Wow, I can’t believe it worked,” I heard her whisper. I looked up to see a slight smile on her face.

“Now you will squish for me!” she said in a commanding voice. My legs gave out and I just toppled over. Looking up, I watched as she lifted her foot over me and brought it slowly down. We had been “friends” (kind of) for ages, and now she was going to kill me. The sole of the shoe pressed into me, and there was nothing I could do. I noticed its roughness and the dust and dirt that had been ground into it. I awaited the end… Suddenly, she lifted her foot off me and laughed.

“Did I scare ya?” she enquired. She then bent down and took a closer look at me.

“Don’t worry, I can reverse it, but I want you to do one thing for me first,” she said. Without waiting for my answer, she removed her black pump from her foot, and set it right in front of me.

“I want to know what it’s like to have you in my shoe.” Dawn said seriously. “I’ve fantasized about having a tiny slave, so I figured you wouldn’t mind doing a friend a favor. So go ahead and climb in.” I climbed onto the toe of the shoe and peered over the edge into the opening of the shoe. The heat and smell that came out made me wonder why she would wear this shoe bare foot when she wanted me inside it.

I jumped in and landed on the soft wet leather surface. It was strange knowing that I was inside the shoe of a 14-year old girl that I had known most of my life, especially since I was 21 years old. I also knew that I was going to tease her about how much her feet smelled, when I got out of here.

“Since you are my slave,” Dawn stated, “you have to do whatever I say. So I want to see you kneel down and lick the inside of my shoe.” I could see her smiling down at me, but I figured if I was going to help with her little fantasy, I might as well try. I knelt down and brought my face to the soft wet leather. The smell was horrible, but I licked the surface anyway. The sweat tasted pretty bad, and I was getting pretty frustrated with this little fantasy.

“Boy, are you pathetic,” she laughed. “Do you realize that you just licked my foot sweat? How disgusting!” I felt myself getting red with frustration and humiliation. I yelled up at her that I was done now, and that she had to return me to normal.

“Not quite yet, my little bug,” Dawn said in an amused tone. “Since you liked the sweat in my shoe, you can enjoy the sweat from my foot.” I watched in horror as she lifted her bare foot and began to push it into her shoe. I took one look up at her smiling face, then ran to the toe of the shoe. However, there was really nowhere to hide. She wiggled the shoe slightly, causing me to slip on the wet surface. The last thing I saw was her giant toes passing over me. The smell was twice as bad now. Here I was, laying under her toes, in a place that her feet had been sweating all day. It was incredibly claustrophobic, and I wondered how long I would have to take this.

“Wow, I can’t believe I can fit my whole foot in there with you, slave!” Dawn said in surprise. “You better start licking before you run out of air.” Once again, I was surprised by her statement. I was now inside a shoe actually being worn by a teenager. I felt so insignificant at the idea. I also figured that I could play along one last time to get out of this situation. Once I was back to normal, I would get her back. So, I moved my face to the underside of one of her toes and gave a couple of quick licks. The taste was worse coming directly from her toes, but I figured it was enough to satisfy her. It turned out I was wrong.

“Come on, worm, I’m not letting you out until I feel your head between my toes!” I was beginning to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen, the smell, and the heat. With my last effort, I shoved my head between her big toe and second toe and gave a quick lick. I was hoping it would be quick, but she pinched my head with her toes, and my face was forced into the crevice between her toes. The smell was 10 times worse than anything I had ever experienced before, and I began to choke on the dirt and sweat. I could hear her laughing, when finally she let me go. I rested my aching head once again on the wet leather beneath her toes.

“One last thing, bug, “ I heard her say. “Squish for me!” I thought for a moment she was kidding, but she arched her foot slightly, and I slid under the ball of her bare foot. I tried to push up on it, but I was so weak already, and there was really nothing I could do. Her foot started out feeling soft at first, but then became firmer as it felt like I was being smothered under a smelly rubber blanket. Then as she pressed down farther, I felt my ribs begin to crack, and I screamed. The last breath I took was filled with Dawn’s foot sweat and smell. I then knew no more . . .

Until I suddenly woke up in a dark place. I could see some light coming from a hill nearby. Before I even started walking towards the light, I realized I could smell a slight hint of something. It didn’t take me long to realize it was the smell of Dawn’s foot. I walked up the incline, and looked up from where the light was coming from. Sure enough, I was in Dawn’s high-heeled boot. I could even see the place where her heel had worn the inside leather smooth. I yelled up the shaft as loud as I could to see if should would let me out.

“So, you’re awake.” I heard her say as her head appeared over the rim of the boot shaft. “You might as well come out.” Without waiting for me to brace myself, she tipped the boot over and I tumbled out onto the carpet between her feet. I noticed immediately that she was still wearing those same black leather flats that I had been in.

“Sorry about what happened, “ she apologized, “but I just got a little carried away. Don’t worry, though, I decided on a way to actually indulge my fantasy, but not hurt you. I’m keeping you around to document our experiences.” Great, I thought, now I have to be a secretary.

“In the meantime, meet your little friend,” Dawn said as she tipped over her other boot. Immediately, another small figure tumbled out right next to me.

“This is a friend from school. His name is John. He volunteered for this little shrinking experiment, didn’t you John?” She introduced. John nodded and waved up at Dawn. She just smiled back. Then without saying a word, she picked us up in her soft hand and started walking. It wasn’t long before she set us back down. It appeared we had gone down into her basement. The tile floor looked so incredibly vast that I couldn’t help but feel impossibly small.

“We are going to play a game, John, “ said Dawn. “You are going to run, and I am going to try to catch you. However, I’m not going to be using my hands to catch you, I’m going to use my bare feet. You win if you get underneath any furniture, I win if I feel you squish beneath one of my feet.” She couldn’t help to giggle at this point. John wasn’t sure if she was serious or not, so he gave a nervous chuckle.

“To be fair, I will wear a blind fold, and you will wear a bell.” At this point she picked John up and tied his arms to his sides with a string with a little bell on it. She then set him back down in the middle of the room. Dawn then took a scarf from a nearby table and tied it around her eyes.

“On your mark, get set, Go!” she yelled. John took off running towards the couch. Dawn waited a little so that she could slip off her shoes. Then she began walking towards John. John was only half-way to the couch when Dawn’s left foot came down right next to him. The air movement knocked him down, but he slowly got up as Dawn swept her right foot around the floor trying to locate him. He didn’t move, but the right foot was coming towards him, so he took off running. The tinkle of the bell was all Dawn needed to find out his exact position. She moved her right foot to intercept him and knocked him down. She then covered him with her bare foot and removed her blindfold.

“That was pretty quick!” Dawn said in a surprised tone. “We could do two-out-of-three, but I’m just too excited for now. Jack, come on over!” I didn’t waste any time running towards the giantess. While she waited, she rolled John around under her foot. By the time I got there, he was under the ball of her foot and looking up between her toes.

“You have to watch closely, Jack, since I want this all documented,” she informed me. Part of me was curious, since I had been in a similar place as John. However, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. I walked over to her giant bare foot and saw only his head between her toes.

“Help me!” he called to me, but I knew there was nothing I could do. The smell coming from her foot reminded me of my ordeal, but I just stood there looking at him.

“Lick my foot!” Dawn commanded. I was surprised to see John lift his head and take a few licks. He apparently didn’t know that he was going to get squashed beneath his “friend’s” bare foot. I gave her the “thumbs-up” sign to indicate that he had licked her foot, which made her smile.

“OK, Jack, watch closely,” she instructed, “John, thanks for being a friend and volunteering for this. You only have one more thing to do to make me a very happy girl. Be a good worm and SQUISH!” John screamed as her dirty, smelly bare foot pressed down into him. I watched his head turn bright red as he gasped for air like a fish out of water. Then, Dawn increased the pressure and blood came bursting forth from his mouth, right before his eyes popped out. She lifted up her foot a tiny bit, moved it forward slightly, then pressed it back down. John disappeared with a very wet crunch. Blood began leaking out from beneath her sweaty bare foot. I looked up to see her eyes closed as she relished the power of the moment.

“That was great,” she whispered. She then moved her foot up and down slightly, and I could see John’s remains stuck to the bottom of her foot, crushed into every soft wrinkle. Then she lifted her foot to take a look for herself. With just a slight smile, she picked up a rag and wiped John off the bottom of her foot. Then, she bent down to wipe up the tiny mess on the floor.

“It’s hard to believe, that someone would volunteer for that!” Dawn chuckled. “Or maybe I forgot to mention some of the details. However, I haven’t forgotten about you. You need to know a little of what he went through, so here you go.” She wasted no time in sweeping her left foot towards me and knocking me off my feet. Then I watched as she lifted her left bare foot over my head and brought it down on top of me. I watched every sweaty wrinkle of her foot until it rested on top of me. Her leathery sole was pressing me into the tile floor, but my head was beneath her toes, giving me a reminder of the smell I had already endured while stuck in her shoe.

“Lick my foot!” she commanded once again. I knew now that I was going to comply with that command, or end up like John. I raised my head slightly and licked the dirt and sweat from the bottom of her foot. Then, she moved her foot forward and pressed down slightly, engulfing me in the soft flesh of the ball of her foot. I was worried as the air was becoming scarce, and she pressed down a little harder. All the air was forced from my lungs, but then she lifted her foot. I knew then what John had gone through, except that his ending was far more lethal.

“I better get you writing about this before you forget anything.” It was then back to her room where she shrunk down a pen and paper for me to write with. I began the unenviable task of documenting Dawn’s games.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 2

I only just got started when Dawn decided that she was going to leave. We decided that before she left, I had to go to the bathroom. While I was wondering how we were going to manage that, she simply carried me into the bathroom, stripped me down, and dropped me in the toilet. The water was freezing, but I figured I might as well relieve myself as long as I was here. As I was treading water, it got suddenly dark.

“I might as well go to,” she said as she sat down. I quickly swam to the side of the toilet as she let loose a stream of urine into the center of the bowl. Some of it splashed onto me and sent a slight pain through me from the acidic content. To my disgust, I also noticed that the “water” was getting warmer. Luckily for me, she was done quickly. After wiping herself off, she fished me out and washed me up in the sink. Then I got to have my clothes back.

“To make sure nothing happens to you, I’ll keep you safe in my boot,” Dawn said. She then lowered me into her black leather dress boot along with my pen and paper. She also put the boot near her desk light so that I could continue to work. Since the light only illuminated the shaft of the boot, I had to sit at the heel of the boot where the leather had been worn smooth by the heel of her foot. Luckily, it didn’t smell too bad, and I finished up my work before too long.

I began to get tired, so I decided to venture towards the toe of the boot to get some sleep. The smell increased slightly as I reached the farthest point in my cave. I could feel the indentations from her toes on the soft leather sole. I laid down in the indentation from her big toe and tried to sleep. It was strange thinking about my new size. Here I was curled up in the toe of a girl’s boot. I was no bigger than her big toe. Wow…

I awoke to my world spinning as I was dumped out of the leather boot onto the floor. I must have slept the night, since I could see some sunlight coming through the windows. Dawn was dressed in a white T-Shirt and blue jeans, and had on some flip-flops. Beside me there was another shrunken man.

“Here’s a friend for you, Jack,” she said. “I think his name is Pete, and I picked him up at the mall last night.” She smiled as she picked us both up.

“You can both get better acquainted in my shoe,” Dawn said as she dropped us both in the black leather pumps she had on the day before. The smell hadn’t died away too far. To make matter worse, she wrapped a piece of plastic-wrap around the shoe and set us on the window sill.

“That should make it tough for you guys to go anywhere,” she added before she left. I wasn’t sure she had thought this through, since the air got pretty stuffy right away. I walked down to the toe area of her shoe, but the smell got too intense. Besides, I still remembered what it was like to be trapped down there.

Pete and I sat at the heel of the shoe and talked. He was a businessman, about 45 years old. He was completely dumb-founded on the whole idea that he was now only an inch tall. He was already trying to think of a way to escape. While I didn’t really want to try, it soon became apparent that we had to.

The sun was shining on the shoe, and it became increasingly hot. The smell became unbearable, and soon we would be cooked alive in this black smelly shoe. It turned out Pete had a pocket knife, and while it was small, it might be able to cut a hole in the plastic. He boosted me up, and I jabbed with all my strength. To my relief, it poked through the plastic. I then sawed as quickly as possible until I felt cooler air coming through the hole. I jumped back down and gave a boost to Pete to see if he could get through. Without too much trouble, he was able to get part way through. He then turned around, and I jumped to grab his hands. Both of us were then able to squirm over the edge of the pump and down onto the window sill.

Now, where should we go? I knew the shrink wand was kept in the closet, so that would probably be the best place to go. The alternative would be to try to get to Dawn’s parents to have them help us. Unfortunately, they also had a dog. We would definitely have to stay in Dawn’s room.

The window sill was right above Dawn’s bed, so we decided to make the long jump and go for the pillow. Without waiting, we both jumped and fell the long distance to land on the pillow. Luckily, both of us landed correctly, and we quickly made our way to the main part of the bed. The next test would be to slide down the covers to the floor. This was also pretty easy, since Dawn hadn’t made her bed, so sliding down the folds of the sheet accomplished our mission. Then we began our quest to the closet.

It took quite a while to get across the carpet and to the closet. It wasn’t that the floor was that messy, it was just that the carpet fibers were about half as tall as we were. It was like walking through a field of very thick grass. When we finally made it to the closet, I was simply exhausted. Luckily, Pete was in very good shape and was ready to tackle the last part of our escape. Using a long dress, Pete began climbing to the top of the closet.

It seemed to take hours before Pete finally reached the bar where the dress was hung. He then walked along that to find a scarf hanging down off the shelf. Climbing this, he finally reached his objective, the shrink pen. Pushing with all his might, he was able to just topple it over the edge. I made sure I was under cover before it fell, so that I wouldn’t get crushed. Once it was down, I began looking at the controls to set it to grow. I had made the change to the settings by the time Pete had climbed back down. He was completely exhausted. I let him rest by the button as I walked to the front of the wand. Without wasting any time, he pressed the trigger and I began to grow. It was the best feeling in the world.

Once I was full height, I realized that there was a slight side affect to the growth, I was shaking all over. I reached over and picked up the wand. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened, and there stood Dawn with her friend Rachel. I had met Rachel once when Dawn brought her up camping. She was a tall, model type girl, with dirty-blond hair. She was very beautiful, and was dressed like Dawn, with a t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. I just froze as the entered.

“So, Jack, where’s Pete?” Dawn enquired. I inadvertently looked down at the ground where he was still resting. I could see him staring up at the two girls. As I began to lift the wand towards them, Dawn stepped up and placed her rubber flip-flop on top of Pete.

“If you shoot me or Rachel with that, Pete will get squished beneath my foot,” she stated. “However, if you give me the pen, I won’t punish you or Pete.” This was not what I wanted to happen. However, I wasn’t really sure I could hit her with the pen anyway, since I was shaking so bad.

“I have your word that you will never kill me?” I asked. I would have liked to add that she would never kill anyone else, but I didn’t want to push my luck.

“No problem, but you had better lay down soon, or you will pass out from the side affects,” Dawn informed me. She wasn’t lying, since I began to feel very light headed and began to fall. Dawn moved off of Pete and grabbed me before I fell into the dresser, and redirected me onto the floor. I felt so dizzy, but I couldn’t even move my arms correctly. I rolled my head to the side and could see Pete about a foot away staring at all the giants. I had been lucky not to land on him.

“I won’t shrink you back down for a little while, until your system can take it,” Dawn said. I thought that was rather nice of her, and for a moment, she seemed like she was getting a little nicer.

“I’m going to get us something to eat,” Dawn said as she walked towards the door. “Rachel will take care of you two while I’m gone.” At first that sounded great, but then I wasn’t sure as Rachel walked over and stood right above us. Her foot was only an inch away from my head, and she was straddling both Pete and my head. I could just barely smell the rubber and sweat from her sandle covered foot.

“You guys have been bad boys,” Rachel said in a playful manner. “I think that Dawn is sometimes too kind hearted. I think you should both be punished, but since Pete actually activated the pen, he should be punished the most severe.” I looked over at Pete, and he seemed resigned to accept his punishment and get back to living in a shoe. Rachel moved her foot towards Pete and removed her flip-flop. I could definitely smell the rubber and sweat from her foot, now, and I couldn’t help but see the black, wrinkled sole of her dirty bare foot.

“Climb up onto my sandle and sit down,” she instructed to Pete. Reluctantly, he jumped up on the rubber surface and sat down in the center. She pushed him forward with her dirty toe towards the piece of rubber that normally came up between her big and second toes. He slid along the dirty surface of the flip-flop until he was sitting with his back against the rubber toe strap. At this point, Rachel spread her toes a little bit and slid the sandle the rest of the way on. This caused Pete’s torso and head to be jammed between Rachel’s long, tan toes. She even repositioned her foot a little bit so that I could see him struggling between her toes.

“Dawn said that her little bugs can lick my feet, so start licking,” Rachel said to her victim. Pete could hardly breathe, but he still licked around his sweaty surroundings. All I could do was watch as his red face became covered in the sweat and grime from this 14-year-old’s toes.

“I know Dawn promised not to kill you Pete, but I didn’t,” Rachel purred. “Please squish nicely for me, Pete! I know you wouldn’t want to disappoint a beautiful girl like me!” She then slid her sweaty foot farther forward into the sandle, pushing Pete deep between her toes. His face was thrust forwards deep into the crevace of her toes, smothering him in her sweat and dirt. As Rachel applied more pressure, I saw his back snap against the toe strap. I heard a final muffled scream, then blood started oozing out from between her toes. Rachel began wiggling her toes to grind Pete up further until he almost became one with the dirt and grime of her bare foot.

“That was exhilarating,” Rachel whispered. She removed her flip-flop and lifted her bare foot to admire her work. She spread her toes and giggled, “The bug’s head is stuck between my toes, how suitable.”

I have no idea what Pete’s last thoughts were, but I’m sure he was frustrated at having to die between the smelly toes of a spoiled teenager. Especially, since it was simply to give her a little enjoyment. At least I was regaining some of my coordination as Rachel finished wiping off her foot and flip-flop.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Rachel said as she turned to me. I watched her pick up the pen and move towards me. I tried to get up, but still had no strength. She then pushed me back down, and put her other foot on my chest.

“Take a good look at my foot, Jack, “ she instructed, “It’s hard to believe in less than 2 minutes, your entire body will be completely beneath my bare foot.” She wiggled her toes at me, before removing her foot. Rachel was right, however, it was very hard to believe that even though I was taller than her now, I would be shrunk down to a size where she could sandwich my entire body between her rubber flip-flop and her sweaty bare foot. I didn’t have too much time to think about this, since a flash of light indicated she had shot me with the shrink ray. I once again began to shrink. Once the process was finished, Rachel immediately picked me up and set me on her flip-flop, right below her raised heel.

“There you go, you insignificant slug,” she smirked, “I think it would be fun to smash you with my heel.” I watched her dirty heel and sweaty sole come down on top of me. I flinched at the touch of her bare foot, and just hoped it would be over soon. I knew, however, that I was probably in for a lot of pain. She positioned me so that my body was under her heel, but my head was sticking out. It didn’t help the smell too much, since the rubber and sweat from the flip-flop itself was constantly assailing my nose.

“Enjoy the view?” Rachel inquired. Looking up, I could see past her ankle and couldn’t help but think she had incredible legs. Farther up, her beautiful smile made me feel completely insignificant. This was a game for her, and it was one that she was going to win.

“Don’t feel too bad, bug, you will not be the last to die beneath my beautiful bare foot. What more could any bug wish?” she asked rhetorically. “Now, feel free to scream while my soft big foot puts you out of your misery.” Rachel smiled again as she increased the weight on her heel. I no longer worried about the smell, it was the pain that had my full attention. And the fact that this girl was even more sadistic than Dawn, and there was nothing I could do to stop her. She pressed down, then released the pressure, just long enough for me to get a breath of smelly air before she pressed back down causing me to scream.

“Bye, bug!” Rachel chuckled. “Squish…” she whispered as the pressure increased once again. I could feel my ribs cracking again, and knew there would be no relief this time. I would die here, squished beneath the bare foot of this girl for her enjoyment.

“What are you doing?” I heard from the door. It was Dawn.

“Just playing,” Rachel replied innocently. Much to my relief, she lifted her heel off me, only to pick me up in her hand. “I accidently stepped on the other one, but I was wondering if this one could lick my foot?”

“Sure,” Dawn replied, seeming more relaxed. “He’s really good at that.” Then to my horror, Rachel’s hand opened, and she set me down in front of her foot. That same foot that I was under just a few seconds ago. Removing her flip-flop, she prodded me with her big toe.

“Go on, slave, clean between my toes,” Rachel said with an air of superiority. I looked at Dawn, but she was just smiling and nodding. I had no choice but to step up to Rachel’s toes and start licking.

“No, no, “ she said, “go in between them and lick real good!” I paused in frustration, then forced my way between her two giant toes. The smell there was not good. After about 30 minutes, I was finally done with Rachel’s toes.

“Don’t forget mine,” Dawn chimed in. I walked over to her foot as she took off her sandle. Without further ado, I crawled in between her toes and started licking. While she tasted different, it was still the most disgusting task I had ever done. And to make matters worse, I had to do both of her feet. By the time I was done, my tongue was raw, my throat burned, and my stomach wanted to vomit. On top of that, all I could smell was these girl’s feet.

“Well, let’s get going,” Dawn said to Rachel. “We can go to the mall and get some more of these little critters.” Rachel smiled from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but pity the poor people at the mall. Dawn picked me up and took me to the bathroom. I relieved myself, and at least got some of the smell off me. She then dried me off and put me back into her tall leather boot. I had learned to call this home, and I quickly fell asleep in her toe indentations.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 3

I awoke to the sounds of laughing. It appeared that Dawn and Rachel were home, and it was probably pretty late. I was very curious what was going on. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to find out. The boot tipped over and I rolled out onto the floor. Around me there were others my size, varying in age from 8 to 65. Fifteen new people in all. Looking around, I saw that Dawn and Rachel had dressed up a little bit to go out. Dawn was wearing a tan blouse, tight leather pants, and her infamous black leather flats, while Rachel was wearing a black blouse, black shiny spandex pants, and black knee-high leather boots. In my mind, both looked like very young hookers.

Dawn left the room while Rachel sat on the bed and corralled us into a little group with her boots. Occasionally, she would knock one of us down and place her boot over us, before lifting it up. Before long, Dawn came back with a Tupperware container, which everyone but me was put in.

“Let’s get started!” Rachel said. “Hey, gramps, do you think I have a nice ass?” She picked up the oldest man there, who was probably around 65. Rachel didn’t wait for his answer as she began to rub him over her soft, spandex-covered butt.

“Oh, have I got an idea,” Rachel suddenly said. “Dawn, give me some tape, then lay down on your stomach. Dawn smiled and handed Rachel the tape, then laid down on her stomach near the Tupperware container. Rachel then took the old man and began rubbing him around Dawn’s soft, leather-covered ass. Dawn and Rachel laughed as Rachel would push the man into Dawn’s butt, before letting him come sputtering up trying to catch his breath. Finally, Rachel took a piece of tape and taped the man face-up to the leather covering of Dawn’s left butt cheek. To my surprise, Rachel then picked me up and taped me to Dawn’s right butt cheek. I looked around the vast soft leather field that I was affixed to, and wondered if Dawn knew it was me who was on her right. I looked up to see Rachel straddle Dawn, then begin to lower herself down. All I could do was stare at her butt coming down towards me.

“I hope you guys enjoyed the view, but the shows over,” Rachel said, “At least you get to bring joy to two girls at once as you slowly squish beneath our asses!” Dawn couldn’t stop giggling, making her leather butt cheek wiggle. I again watched as Rachel continued lowering herself down. Everything went dark as her soft, spandex-covered ass pressed into me. I was surrounded on all sides by softness, but it was continually getting more and more firm. At first, I was pressed upwards into Rachel’s ass, but then as she put more and more weight on, I was also pressed deep into Dawn’s leathered butt cheek. I began to wonder whether I would suffocate or squish. The answer didn’t take long to get to.

As the air got thinner and thinner, I heard a muffled “Oooh” from one of the girls. I gathered that the old man couldn’t take the pressure of being sat on by a giant girl while being crushed into the ass of another. My last thought was of the softness surrounding me before I passed out.

I came to while still taped to Dawn’s ass. I was looking up at Rachel’s face as she was wiping the remains of “gramps” off Dawn’s other butt-cheek.

“We thought we might have lost you,” Rachel whispered with a smile and a wink. It was hard to feel too thankful when you are taped to the leather-covered ass of someone you knew from childhood. As soon as her task was over, both of them moved on to the remaining eleven people. Luckily, I was removed first and placed on the floor to witness more of the “games.”

“OK, it’s my turn,” Dawn said as she picked up a young man about 20 years old. “I’ve been waiting to do this a long time.” I watched as she sat down on the bed and removed her left shoe. I could smell her bare foot from where I was, and I’m guessing the little man could as well. Dawn then began to lower him slowly into her leather pump. As the little man looked down, he must have become very frightened and began to squirm like crazy between Dawn’s fingers.

“In you go,” she said with a smile. I grimaced as she finished the decent and let the man go in her shoe. I’m sure the smell and heat nearly knocked him over as it did with me not too long ago. With a huge smile on her face, I watched Dawn place her sweaty bare foot slowly back into her black leather pump.

“If you get thirsty,” she instructed the young man, “feel free to lick the sweat from my toes!” Dawn then looked at me. I had the strange feeling it was my turn to experience this. To my surprise, however, it was Rachel that reached over and picked me up in her left hand. I watched in horror as she pulled off her left boot with her right hand, revealing a very wet, sweaty bare foot. Before dropping me into that dark cavern, however, she brought me up to her giant red lips.

“If you don’t please me, “ she whispered, “I’m going to squish you into paste beneath my foot and say it was an accident.” Without further fanfare, she smiled sweetly, gave me a quick kiss, and lowered me into the dark cave of her leather boot. The heat and humidity hit me before I was even below the rim of the shaft. The smell was pretty bad, but only got worse as I was continually lowered until I reached the insole. As soon as Rachel let me go, I slid on the wet leather down to the toe of the boot. There the odor was so bad I almost threw up. I found the indentation of Rachel’s toes, so I knew I had to get a little farther back. My only hope was not to be caught directly beneath her toes or the ball of her foot. I didn’t have long to wait as the boot began to move and what little light I had disappeared. Rachel’s giant bare foot came over me, and I was pressed into the soft wet leather of the insole.

“Start licking, worm,” I heard her say. I rolled over onto my back and moved my head slightly, so that I was face-to-face with the underside of one of her sweaty toes. I immediately began licking. I don’t know for certain how long I was in this girl’s black leather boot, licking her sweaty bare foot, but it seemed like forever. Finally, Rachel pulled her foot out, and the suction caused me to come out with it. She turned her foot over and began laughing at the fact that I was stuck to the underside of her toes. I just lay there thankful that I could breathe fresh air.

“Lucky for you, I got someone to take your spot!” Rachel excitedly informed me. She held the 8 year old boy over me to show me who it was going to be. He looked extremely frightened and couldn’t stop crying. I peeled myself off of Rachel’s foot and yelled at her to let him go. She only smiled and set down her boot. Rachel then picked me up, off her foot and set me on the ground, between her feet. Next, she set the kid down, picked up her boot and put it back on her bare foot. I thought I must have gotten through to her, and for a moment, the kid stopped crying. Then we watched as Rachel removed her other leather boot.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Rachel said nicely, “my other foot needs some attention, too. If you lick the bottom of my foot, I’ll let you go.” She then picked the boy back up and set him down inside her boot. I heard the boy shriek as Rachel began to put her foot back in. She then moved her booted foot right next to me. I could hear the crying of the boy right where the ball of her foot must be. After about five minutes, Rachel began to shift her weight.

“I’m going to squish you now, little bug,” she said to her boot.

“I’m licking!” a faint exhausted voice called out.

“I know,” whispered Rachel. And with that she pressed her foot slowly downwards. I heard him give a few tired screams, then silence. I moved up to the black leather wall of the boot in time to hear a tiny, wet crunch. I looked up the long, black leather shaft of the boot, past the spandex covered leg to see Rachel in total ecstasy. The light in her eyes indicated the amount of enjoyment she was getting from her power trip. I had turned around in disgust, when suddenly, Dawn reached over and picked me up.

“I need you to see if the little man in my shoe is still alive,” she stated as if she was carrying out a science experiment. I looked down and saw that she had removed her leather shoe and was lowering me into it. As usual, the smell hit me first, along with the heat and humidity. As I reached the wet, soft leather insole, I was feeling very sorry for the guy. He was curled up in the toe of the shoe, just behind Dawn’s toe indentations. I walked up to him and could see that he was barely breathing. He had survived under Dawn’s sweaty bare foot for over ten minutes, and he was actually becoming conscious again. What a trooper. I walked to the heel of the shoe and gave the “thumbs-up” to Dawn.

“Great!” she exclaimed, “Now stay right where you are.” I didn’t move a muscle as Dawn began to put her foot back into her shoe. I watched every dirty, grimy wrinkle of her bare sole pass over me as she used her toes to move the other tiny man back a little, into the depression made by the ball of her foot. I saw that he was waking up enough to realize what was happening. Just as he began to move, she pinned him down with the ball of her bare foot. I looked up to see Dawn’s heel hovering over me, but I was pretty sure she wasn’t going to step on me just yet.

“You are an incredible player,” she said to the little man. “However, I always win the games, so your penalty for trying to survive is to be ground into the sole of my shoe. Don’t worry, though, I’ll try to do it hard enough to actually make you a part of the insole. Every time I wear these pumps, I’ll know that your pitiful remains are helping to cushion my tired sweaty foot.” The man used up everything he had as he fought to escape from Dawn’s bare sole. But she just kept him pinned there for a few more moments, then began pressing down. I could see his legs kicking out from beneath the ball of her foot. They gave one final spasm of defiance before a squishy crunch was heard and they stopped moving. Dawn continued to push her weight down and twist her foot, grinding his remains into the wet leather insole of her shoe. Without even lifting up her foot, she reached into her shoe and pulled me out. Apparently, making the tiny man into part of her insole required her to wear the shoe for a while, so I was relieved to be back out in fresh air. Looking over at Rachel, I could see that she was walking around, trying to grind the little boy into becoming part of her boot’s soft leather insole as well. It was already pretty early in the morning, but it appeared that the girls had one more thing in mind.

“We can’t just have one of our insoles ‘reinforced’,” Rachel said, “Let’s make sure that our other foot has some extra comfort.” Everyone in the Tupperware container started running to the edges and trying to hide. None of them wanted to have their last moments on earth be inside a young teenager’s shoe or boot. And the idea of becoming part of their insole for all time didn’t seem to sit well either. However, without hesitation, both Rachel and Dawn picked a person out of the container. Dawn removed her other shoe and dropped the poor man in. She then carefully pushed her bare foot back in, positioning the little man right where she wanted him. I then turned to see that Rachel had already removed her other boot (the one that I had been in), and lowered her tiny man down the leather shaft and onto the insole. She then quickly put her leather boot back on and wiggled her ankle to position the man correctly beneath her foot.

“Get ready, little insoles,” Rachel giggled, “Here’s what the rest of your life will feel like!” She then pushed down a little with her foot, but then lifted back up. Dawn was doing the same, as they both wanted to toy with their victims before actually squashing them. After about five minutes, they decided they were finished.

“On three,” Dawn said, “one…two…three!” Both she and Rachel then pressed down and began to grind the poor unfortunate people into their respective insoles. They then put the cover back onto the container and dropped me back into Dawn’s boot. I could hear them laughing and talking until the sun came up, then they must have fallen asleep. I just curled up in the toe of the boot and went to sleep myself.

Life changed a little bit after that night. For the next two weeks, Dawn kept the remaining ten “pets” alive, and I actually got to talk to them a little bit. Their names and ages were: Dan – 15, Rich – 27, Barry – 32, Henry – 18, Burt – 50, Grant – 35, Jason – 41, Harry – 22, Jim – 55, and John – 17. It turned out, that Tim – 8 and Matt – 20 were embedded in the leather boot insoles beneath Rechel’s feet. Mark – 21 and Walter – 40 had now become part of the worn leather insoles beneath Dawn’s feet. Whenever we saw Rachel, she was always wearing those black leather boots, though Dawn stopped wearing her shoes within a few days. After two weeks, it seemed that Rachel decided to throw a party, and we were all invited.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 4

It appeared that there was a fall dance at school, and we were going to be some of the entertainment afterwards. It was late at night when Dawn came back from the dance and took the Tupperware container and started walking. She had wrapped a towel around it, so we couldn’t see out. After 15 minutes, the towel was unwrapped, and we could see both Dawn and Rachel. Dawn was wearing a black shirt with tan pants and her favorite black pumps (barefoot). Rachel had on a black shirt, black pants, and her favorite black leather boots. There were three other girls there as well, which we were soon introduced to.

“This is Jessica,” Dawn introduced first. She was an attractive red-head about 5’5” tall. She was definitely preppy, and was currently wearing a white blouse with a black skirt. Her tan nylon encased legs ended in white high-heeled pumps. She had an eager expression on her face as she looked at us.

“This is Erin,” Dawn introduced second. She was also attractive, and fairly tall, at around 5’9”. Erin had short black hair and was wearing a blue shirt, dark blue skirt, and dark blue high heeled pumps. Taking a page from Dawn’s fashions, she had decided to wear the pumps barefoot. Erin looked at us with an expression of curiosity, but also eagerness similar to Jessica’s.

“And finally, this is Suzy,” Dawn finished. I could tell that Suzy was a smart, shy girl, who found her way into the group because she was also very pretty. She was short, around 5’ tall and wore glasses. I was guessing that she probably hadn’t gone to the dance, since she was rather underdressed. She had on a nice dark red t-shirt, blue jeans, and dirty white moccasins. Suzy barely looked at us at all, and looked rather scared to be here.

“This is so cool!” Jessica burst out, “Let’s get started with the fun!” I was guessing that Rachel had let her in about us before the party. Jessica seemed to have a lot ideas going around in her head.

“Everyone should start by taking just one bug-man,” Dawn stated as she pulled the lid off the Tupperware container. “And no one takes Jack, since he has to experience everything anyway,” she instructed while pointing at me. Jessica immediately grabbed Dan (15), while Erin reached for Burt (50). Suzy hesitantly picked up Rich (27). Rachel picked up Barry (32) and Dawn picked up Henry (18), along with myself before replacing the lid.

“For this part of the party, I put together some pieces of paper with ways to ‘play’ with your little man,” Rachel began. “I put the pieces of paper in a bowl, and we can all draw one to see what our little man gets to do. I’ll go first.” I watched as Rachel reached into the bowl and picked out a folded piece of paper. She then read it and smiled.

“Mine says ‘HAND’,” Rachel said with a smile. “This is appropriate, since any little man who fails to obey his master will get similar treatment.” She then put down the paper and sat down on the floor, with Barry in front of her. The other girls gathered around, but Suzy stayed the farthest away. Dawn set me on the floor, right in front of Rachel, next to Barry, who looked very frightened. With a smile on her face, Rachel reached down and extended Barry’s right arm with her left hand. Then using her thumb and index finger, she gently pinched his forearm and quickly snapped it. Barry cried out in pain as both bones in his forearm broke. Waiting only a moment, Rachel proceeded to break his upper left arm as well.

I looked around at the girls, and everyone was enjoying it immensely, except for Suzy who had turned away. I turned back to Barry as Rachel broke his left arm in two places as well. He looked on the verge of unconciousness, but unfortunately, he was still awake as Rachel reached for his legs. Within in a minute, both his legs were broken in two places. The pain must have been too much as he passed out. His arms and legs were bent at horrible angles.

“Let’s let him rest a while, but first, let’s not forget Jack,” Rachel said. I looked up to see her giant hand reach for me. She extended my left arm between her fingers and smiled down at me. No matter how much I tried to get away, her soft fingers held my arm firmly. She then moved her fingers slightly, and snapped my left forearm, causing me extreme pain. As she released me, I collapsed onto the ground, staring up at these sadistic teenage girls. I heard a groan from beside me, and I looked over to see Barry waking up. Unfortunately, the girls also noticed this. Rachel decided to play with him some more by moving his broken arms and legs around, causing him to cry out in pain. This brought laughter from everyone except Suzy, who actually walked away.

“If you don’t like it, Suzy,” Rachel said, “I’ll let you put him out of his misery.”

“What to you mean?” inquired Suzy as she slowly walked back.

“I intend to keep playing with him for quite some time,” Rachel said, “However, if you don’t like seeing him in pain, I’ll allow you to step on him and put him out of his misery.” I felt the ground move slightly as Suzy walked over to Barry and me. Rachel had set Barry back down next to me and we were both looking up at the giant Suzy. She stared down at us as she decided. Then, without a smile, she lifted her moccasin covered foot above our heads. The soft sole was very worn and dirty, and had the dark pattern of her footprint.

“Please don’t kill me!” Barry cried out. This caused Suzy to hesitate for a second, prolonging the terror we both felt as this 14 year old’s foot hovered over us to decide our fate. Then slowly, she brought it down to rest lightly on top of Barry. He wiggled a little bit as the blanket of soft leather enveloped him. I could see Suzy’s giant toes flex slightly within the tight encasing leather. Then she stepped down. Barry screamed once, then simply disappeared beneath Suzy’s soft moccasin. She twisted her foot back and forth slightly, to make sure Barry was dead, then she lifted her foot and looked down at the stain that used to be a living person. As she lifted her foot, I could see that Barry had been crushed directly below the ball of Suzy’s foot, as indicated by the dirty footprint. A lot of Barry’s body and fluids had been worked into the soft dirty leather of the underside of Suzy’s moccasin.

The stillness was broken by the girls all cheering and clapping for Suzy. I could see an immediate change in her at that point. Suddenly, she was feeling accepted, and I was wondering how long it would last. She quickly cleaned up the remains of Barry with a towel.

“Very good, Suzy,” Rachel complimented. “Now it’s your turn to pick.” Suzy hesitantly reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of paper. It simply had the word “EAT” on it.

“That means you have to swallow your guy whole,” Rachel explained. “However, you get to practice first on Jack.” Suzy didn’t look comfortable with this, and her feeling of popularity was beginning to wear down. However, she still bent down and picked me up in her soft hand.

“Bring them to the table,” Rachel instructed, “and let them do all the work. However, you have to bring Jack back up.” Suzy took us over to the kitchen table and set Rich and myself down. All the girls immediately sat down on the chairs around the circular kitchen table. Suzy was the last to sit down as she removed the piece of gum she was chewing. At least she would have fresh breath, I thought.

“You had better climb in,” Suzy said down to me. She then rested her chin on the table, and I began to walk over to her. I was taking my time, since I was hoping she might reconsider and take Rich and myself somewhere safe. However, I reached her giant face before too long. She opened her mouth, and I had to jump slightly to grab hold of her bottom lip. Unfortunately, her soft lip gave me nothing to grab onto, so I slipped right off. This brought a slight smile to her face, but she waited patiently for me to try again. I gave another leap and grabbed hold of one of her bottom teeth. This allowed me to pull myself up a little bit, but with a broken arm, there wasn’t much I could do. I got part way up and couldn’t go any farther. I was resting my head on her giant, moist, soft lip, when she decided to close her mouth. Suddenly, I was trapped between her lips, and slowly suffocating, I struggled to get free, which made her smile. Before I could let go and jump back to the table, she tilted her head back, and I passed through her lips and onto her tongue. It was like laying on a giant wet carpet, but at least everything smelled like mint. The light disappeared as Suzy closed her mouth.

I could hear the other girls laughing and talking, but couldn’t make too much out. Here I was in a girl’s mouth, with the distinct possibility that I would be swallowed alive. Saliva began to build up in her mouth, when suddenly, she tilted her head back again, and I slid to the back of her throat. As the automatic reflex kicked in, I began falling down towards her stomach. I landed at the bottom of Suzy’s esophagus and could barely breathe. I knew that soon the muscle would open below me, and I would be in her stomach. The internal sounds around me were haunting, and I knew this was not the way I wanted to die. Suddenly, it felt like it was raining, and I took a deep breath as gallons and gallons of water hit me. This sent me directly into the stomach below, and I just concentrated on holding my breath as long as possible. It seemed like an eternity that I was inside Suzy, but then suddenly I felt the pressure increase in a giant spasm. This happened a few more times, when suddenly there was an eruption of motion as I was jettisoned back up through the tunnel I had come down. A moment of freefall occurred right before I landed in more water. To my relief, Suzy hadn’t had anything to eat in a while, so I found myself treading water in the toilet, looking up at Suzy. She looked exhausted from throwing up, but I was thankful none the less.

Suzy fished me out of the toilet and quickly washed me up with soap and water. I cried out a few times as my left arm was twisted during the cleaning. When I was all washed and dried, she smiled down at me. Lifting her shirt slightly, she held me against her tight bare stomach.

“It’s hard to believe you were inside there, isn’t it?” she questioned. I was too tired to answer, but it felt good to just lay there in her hand. Before I knew it, however, I was back on the kitchen table. Rich looked awfully scared.

“It’s your turn,” Suzy said as she looked at Rich. At least she had rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash while we were in the bathroom. Rich approached her mouth, but didn’t jump in.

“I can have Rachel punish you if you don’t hurry up,” Suzy indicated. She was definitely getting into this. Rich knew that he had no choice. He jumped up and grabbed onto her lower teeth. She closed her lips over him, like she did with me, and I could see his legs kicking as he struggled for air. With a smile and a toss of her head, he disappeared into her pretty mouth. The rest of the girls laughed as it looked like Suzy was playing with him in her mouth. Finally, she tossed her head back one more time. Then opening her mouth, Suzy indicated that Rich had begun his journey. She began to get up and go to the bathroom, when Rachel broke in.

“Where to you think you’re going?”

“I don’t want to have him die in my stomach!” Suzy replied.

“He’s got plenty of time,” Rachel soothed, “Besides, I want to see if I can hear him.” Suzy walked over and let Rachel listen at her stomach. After a short while, Rachel smiled.

“The rest of you have got to hear this!” she exclaimed. All the girls took turns listening to Suzy’s stomach, while I was placed there and held for the entire duration. I could hear Rich screaming as he was slowly being digested by this young girl. There was really no saving him now. As Rachel took one last listen, he stopped screaming, and there was really nothing more Suzy could do for him. Rich had now become part of her.

“Well, at least you don’t have to throw up again!” Rachel laughed. Suzy looked a little sick, but she just sat back down and held one hand over her stomach. I think even she had a hard time believing that a living adult man had been digested inside her.

“Now, it’s my turn!” exclaimed Jessica. She reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of paper that said “CHEST” on it. Jessica didn’t waste any time as she took off her white blouse and picked me and Dan up.

“I hope you enjoy the show!” Jessica said down to us. She then placed Dan inside the left cup of her bra and me into the right. She really didn’t have that big of a chest, since she was only fourteen, but at our size, she was huge. I could feel her changing position, probably to lay down on her stomach, since the weight of her breast was increasing. I was completely surrounded by softness as the fabric of the bra pushed me deep into Jessica’s breast. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as I was surrounded by her soft flesh. It wasn’t long before I felt a firm pressure from behind me, indicating that she was probably laying down completely on the ground, with her chest just barely touching. Nothing happened for the next few minutes as I struggled to breathe.

“O.K., show’s over,” I heard Jessica announce. The pressure began to increase, and there was very little for me to do. I couldn’t even wiggle as I was pressed deeper into her. The lack of air for such a long time was getting to me, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. Everything went black…

I woke up lying on the floor below the kitchen table with the girls talking about how much fun they were having. I rolled over to see Dan lying next to me. I could tell that Jessica applied more pressure to his side, since he was actually flattened out. There was very little blood, but his ribcage was crushed flat and blood was leaking from his mouth, nose, and ears. To my surprise, he opened his eyes a little, and tried to speak. Only a gurgle came out.

“Looks like you guys are awake again,” Jessica chimed in. “Now I can finish my turn!” I looked around to see that we were right between Jessica’s white high-heeled, leather pumps. From where I was laying, I could see the scuff marks on the sides, but I doubt that Jessica really cared. Dan and I watched as she lifted her pumps onto their heels and slid them forwards. We were now looking up at the bottoms of Jessica’s shoes. The worn soles slowly got closer until they were resting on top of us, Dan was under her left foot, and I was under her right.

“Finally, my first good squish!” she exclaimed with glee. Jessica wasted no time in finishing the job she started with Dan. As I looked over, I could see that Dan was unable to move at all as the giant white pump began pressing down. From the brief time I had to talk to him, he said that he had been a Sophomore at the same school as Dawn and Rachel. I wonder how it felt to be stepped on by a Freshman girl. He let out one last gurgled scream before he was crushed into a paste beneath Jessica’s pump. To my relief, she never increased the pressure over me, I was just allowed to feel insignificant under these huge leather pumps.

“That was great,” Jessica said, “Who’s next?” That was an easy answer, since Erin was already reaching over to pick a piece of paper. On hers was written “PEE.”

“Is this right?” Erin inquired.

“Yup,” responded Rachel, “you get to pee in a jar and watch your little guy swim for his life!” Rachel immediately got up and handed a jar to Erin. Erin was a little dumbfounded as to how this was all going to play out, but then she smiled.

“I’ll be right back!” Erin said as she went off to the bathroom. Burt was left on the kitchen table with me, and we both got to see Jessica take off her shoe and show us the flattened, mangled corpse of Dan before she wiped him off. Burt looked pretty terrified, and said to me that he didn’t think he could swim that well, since he was 50 years old. I told him he had to try. It turned out we were wrong.

“Let’s get this started,” Erin said as she came back with a jar full of yellow liquid. While she was gone, Rachel had gotten out a pencil and some tape, and laid it on the table.

“Tape your little man to the end of the pencil,” Rachel instructed. Erin ripped off a piece of tape, then picked up Burt and the pencil. She then taped Burt the unsharpened end of the pencil, like he was going to be burned at the stake. Then, without warning, she picked me up and held me over the jar. I could smell the acidic urine coming up from the jar, but Erin wasted no time in dropping me in.

I hit the warm liquid, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. At least Erin had drunk a lot of water tonight, since the acid content of her pee was very low. By the time I got to the surface, she was already lowering Burt into the jar. Everything was silent as the girls watched Erin lower Burt her own piss. Once lowered in, she left his head above the surface for a little while. Burt wasted no time in hyperventilating so that he could hold his breath longer when he was submerged.

“Time to dive!” Erin laughed. She then lowered the pencil down and watched as Burt dropped below the surface. All the girls gathered closer to try to see his expression as he was dunked in the Erin’s pee. I looked down and saw him trying to remain calm. However, Erin didn’t just dunk him, she began stirring as well. This must have caused some of the liquid to go up his nose and into his mouth. When she brought him back up, he was sputtering and trying to catch his breath.

“I don’t want to die like this,” he coughed. “I don’t want to drown in a 14-year-old’s piss!” He couldn’t get any more out before Erin once again dunked him under and stirred. Before I could feel too sorry for him, I was hit on the head by the eraser end of another pencil and pushed below the surface. I looked up to see Erin had a second pencil in her hand, and she was now pushing me down towards the bottom. I definitely knew what Burt meant, since I also did not want to drown in this little bitch’s piss. Both of us were allowed to come back for another breath of air which was welcomed greedily.

“If you’re thirsty, feel free to drink as much of my pee as you want!” Erin giggled. “As a matter of fact, if you drink it all, I’ll let you go free. If you don’t, however, you wont feel fresh air again.” And with that she dunked us both again. However, as I looked up, I saw that she had let go of Burt’s pencil. She wasn’t going to bring him up any more. I looked around at all the girl’s grinning faces, slightly distorted by the yellowness of Erin’s piss. I swam down one last time to Burt and saw the terror in his eyes as he couldn’t hold his breath any more. He convulsed violently as he breathed in this teenage girl’s pee, then he relaxed and knew no more. I quickly swam up to the surface and took my well needed breath. All around me I heard cheering as another adult was killed by the actions of these sadistic teenagers. I swore I would someday get my revenge.

I was glad when Erin picked up the jar and went into the bathroom to dump us out. She fished me out of the toilet (like so many others) and washed me up. She then undid the tape on the pencil and dropped Burt into the toilet. With a flush, he was gone. The pencils went into the garbage, and the jar was washed out. The whole time, Erin had this huge smile on her face.

“Did you have fun, bug?” she asked me. “It’s almost a shame about your little friend, but I’m sure he was grateful to entertain all of us girls with his little expedition into my pee. I can’t wait to see what happens to the next bug!” Erin then picked up the jar and me and went back into the kitchen. It was now time for Dawn.

The last piece of paper had the word “SIT” written on it. Luckily for me, I had already experienced this, so I was allowed to sit out this round. All the girls laughed as Dawn taped Henry to the leather covered chair she had been sitting on at the kitchen table. She then did a little striptease for Henry, removing her shoes and pants. She kept her panties on, as she slowly lowered herself down onto Henry. While he was struggling feverishly, his eyes never left Dawn’s giant ass as it slowly came towards him.

“I hope you enjoyed the show, Henry,” Dawn said down to him, “I bet you were never this scared of a girl sitting on your lap before!” The girls gathered around to watch as Dawn’s right butt cheek settled onto Henry. Rachel made sure that I could see everything, as he was slowly engulfed by Dawn’s soft flesh. When I last saw him, Henry was still struggling to get out of the tape.

“I never sat on a High-School senior before,” Dawn grinned, “But this should be quite fun. For me at least!” She continued to sit down, until she was simply leaning on her left side to keep some of her weight off of Henry.

“How does it feel to be a Freshman’s seat cushion,” Dawn taunted. “It doesn’t really matter, since it’s time to squish.” She then sat straight upright and a muffled scream was heard beneath her ass. Dawn sat there a little while longer, then rose. There was surprisingly very little blood, but Henry was completely flattened. Dawn removed the tape and tossed him to the floor at her feet.

“Just to make sure,” Dawn whispered as she put her shoes back on and stepped down on Henry. After twisting back and forth a few times, there was nothing left but a small pool of blood which Dawn cleaned up immediately.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 5

“Now, it’s time for the final round!” Rachel announced. “We all get to pick up one more bug!” The girls quickly went to the bowl and tore off the lid. Jessica immediately grabbed Jason (41) and Erin grabbed Harry (22). Suzy took her time, but finally grabbed Jim (55). Dawn took John (17), which left Rachel to take Grant (35). The bowl was now empty.

Rachel then began her speech for this round, “The last round was about the different ways to ‘play’ with a tiny man. This round is all about the best way. For this round, we all get to use our feet to ‘play’ and to put these worms where they belong, under our pretty feet. To all you little bugs, I suggest you do everything we say. If there is any hesitation, we will break your arms and legs, then make you do it anyway. I’ll go first.”

I was set down in front of Rachel’s boots alongside Grant. I was exhausted, and Grant looked frightened. It was quite a sight to see Rachel remove her boots once again, and lay them down in front of us. Her sweaty bare feet were off to the side, as she instructed us to walk in. I walked into her left boot, and the humidity and smell hit me like a sledgehammer. Rachel must have been pretty excited, since she decided not to wait and lifted her boots up. I slid down the shaft and landed on the heel.

“See if you can find the last occupants of my boots!” Rachel called down. She then moved her boots under a light, and everything got a little brighter. I walked down the gentle slope towards the toe of the boot. The smell continually got worse, but I could at least see a little bit. As I got to the imprint made by the ball of Rachel’s bare foot, I found what she meant. There was a slight outline of a person. I knew it was Matt who she had placed in her boot as her new “insole” for her tired feet. I looked closer and couldn’t recognize much more about him. He really had become part of this teenage bitch’s insole. The sweat and dirt had been crushed into him by her giant smelly bare foot. I walked around to where his head was, and there wasn’t much to make out here either. I couldn’t help but wonder what his last thoughts were. How he would become part of an insole, trapped forever beneath this preppy teenager’s bare foot, to be crushed and ground into an outline with every step she took, simply for her own enjoyment. The other sad thing was that little Timmy was in a similar state in Rachel’s right boot. I could only guess what Grant was thinking now.

“Investigation time’s over,” Rachel warned, “here I come!” The boot moved, and the light dimmed, as I watched the shadow of her bare foot enter. The light disappeared as I saw her toes approach me. I crawled to the indentations made by her toes, then moved back slightly, so that I was under the arch of her toes. It wasn’t long before I felt the moist rubbery touch of her sweaty bare foot.

“Don’t forget to lick a little, while we’re waiting for the rest to get into place.” She instructed. I took one lick, but then to my pleasant surprise, she pulled her foot out. I was then dumped out of her leather boot and landed right by Jessica’s pump.

“You have four more shoes to investigate, worm!” Rachel sneered down at me. Jessica removed her nylon covered feet from her white leather pumps and stared down at us with a huge grin.

“Get going!” she yelled. I walked up to her right shoe as Jason walked up to her left. I crawled up onto the white leather toe of the shoe and looked over into the opening. Once again, I was hit by the heat and humidity left over from Jessica’s foot. However, she was extremely excited by this whole adventure, and without waiting, she pushed us from behind with her toes. I fell onto the soft wet insole and immediately cringed back. The smell from her nyloned foot was horrible. While not as bad as Rachel’s bare foot, it had a different odor which I disliked severely.

As a shadow fell over me, I looked up to see Jessica’s nylon covered foot coming down over the leather pump. I noticed the little wrinkles in her sole that were slightly smoothed over by the tight nylon. This was the first time I was about to experience being stepped on by something other than a bare foot. I backed up to my usual spot, and the light began to dim as her toes passed over me. Once again, I was reminded that the smell was nearly enough to knock me out. The strange thing about a girl wearing nylons is that when I’m trapped beneath the toes, I am held in place by a silky web. This is a little more claustrophobic, but there was nothing I could do.

“I can’t believe I have two adult men in my shoes while I’m actually wearing them!” I heard Jessica say. “And just because I’m wearing nylons, that doesn’t mean you don’t have to lick my feet!” I gave a little lick, and expected to be taken out again. But instead, she flexed her toes, and the pressure increased. I started licking a little more, until she finally removed her silky foot from on top of me. It was a great relief to get fresh air, as I was once again dumped out. This time, I looked up to see Dawn.

“Guess what,” Dawn said down to me, “you now get to investigate my shoes and see what you find in there!” I knew exactly what she meant, since Mark and Walter had been made permanent parts of Dawn’s insoles. After Dawn removed her shoes, I climbed up and prepared to jump in. Looking over to her other shoe, I could see John doing the same. He was hesitating a long time, since he knew that he was probably looking down into his own death chamber. I found it ironic that this is where it all started for me, looking down into Dawn’s leather shoe, freshly removed from her bare foot. It was also interesting that she chose John as well, since her first victim was another John from her school.

“Get going!” Dawn scolded at us. I decided not to wait any longer and jumped in. It was just as I remembered it, and the smell hadn’t really diminished. Moving towards the toe section, I could immediately spot the remains of Mark (I believe) crushed beneath the indentation made by the ball of Dawn’s bare foot. Even now, the entire outline of the man was covered in her glistening sweat. I was awed by the amount of pressure it would take to crush a man completely into a leather insole. As was the case in Rachel’s boot, I couldn’t make out any details of Mark’s face, since so much dirt and grime had been forced into him that he truly had become part of the insole of Dawn’s shoe for her pleasure. As a dark shadow moved over behind me, I decided to quickly move towards the toe of the shoe. I got there just in time to have Dawn’s foot block out the rest of the light as she forced her foot back inside the tight leather shoe. Having been in two other shoes tonight (with probably two more to go), I discovered that this wasn’t as bad as Rachel’s boot. The smell was worse than with Jessica, but nothing compared to being trapped inside a boot that had been worn barefoot everyday for the past several weeks.

“You guys know the drill, get licking,” Dawn instructed. I figured that I didn’t need to do as much, since the plan was most likely for me to make the rounds into every shoe. I pushed my head up and quickly licked the bottom of her toes. I tried not to think about the taste, even though it burned my mouth and throat. Luckily, she immediately removed her foot, and fresh air came in. I awaited the ceremonial dumping of the shoe to the next person, which caused me to tumble right into a giant blue leather pump. Erin was next.

I looked over at Harry who was already in a daze, just staring straight ahead at Erin’s foot. He was my age, and I knew pretty much what he was thinking. Why was he going to die inside a High-School Freshman’s high-heeled pump. Looking up, I could see Erin just staring at us with a predatory grin on her face. She wanted this to last, and to feel our terror. Slowly she removed her glistening bare feet from her pumps. By this time, we all knew what to do, so I climbed up onto her pump, and prepared to jump in. It was then that I noticed that Harry had froze. Erin waited only a moment longer before bending down and pinching his right arm. Harry yelled out in pain as his arm was crushed into uselessness. Erin then took his left arm and did the same thing as Harry screamed even louder. Continuing to grin, Erin crushed both of his legs in the same manner. Harry simply passed out.

“Nice going, Erin,” Rachel said. “Now what are you going to do?”

“He’s not dead,” Erin said with a gleam in her eye. “He just needs some motivation!” She then crossed her leg and shoved Harry’s head deep between her big and second toe. A muffled groan was heard, as his crushed limbs began to flail slightly. She then brought him out and looked long at him.

“I bet you wish you hadn’t hesitated!” Erin laughed. “I’ll help you into my shoe now.” I watched her reach down and set him into the toe of her shoe, and then I realized I had probably watched long enough. I quickly dove into her shoe and slid down to the toe section. Her shoes smelled worse than Jessica’s, probably due to the fact that she wasn’t wearing nylons or socks. And if she had worn these dark shoes in the sun, her feet were bound to sweat more. And this was not a pleasant environment. As Erin pushed her foot into my shoe, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Harry in her other pump. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to wake up from unconsciousness with your head between the toes of a young girl. Especially one that had been wearing these shoes for a while.

Erin pressed her foot down on top of me and wiggled her toes. I was expecting some sort of instructions, but then I remembered that she was looking for any excuse to cause more pain. Since my arm was already broken, I figured I didn’t need any more pain. I began licking the underside of her toes until she pulled her bare foot out. I was grateful that there was only one more to go. I tumbled out at the feet of Suzy. She, so far, had shown at least some reluctance for inflicting pain and anguish on the tiny men. I was really hoping that this would continue.

“I don’t think I want to do this,” Suzy said. “I’ve been wearing these moccasins all day bare foot, and I’m sure that these little guys don’t want to go in them.” She had that right, and Jim was looking rather hopeful. For him, being stuck inside a girl’s shoe was probably not something he had in mind for retirement. Hell, she was about 40 years younger than him, and he was rich, so maybe he could buy his way out.

“Tell you what,” Rachel said, “if you put them inside your shoes, and you choose later not to do anything to your little bug, you can let him go. I’m sure he would be willing to endure anything if there is a potential that you will release him.” This seemed to make Suzy feel better, and it took me a little by surprise. I’d never known Rachel or Dawn to release anyone before.

“Sorry about the environment,” Suzy whispered to us as she removed her leather moccasins, “but you might as well go in and get this over with.” She was blushing with a little embarrassment as both Jim and I went to our respective shoes. I climbed up on the soft worn leather, and looked in. The heat and moisture that came out almost made me wish that I could go back into Rachel’s boot. I didn’t think anything could be worse than that, but Suzy must have had these shoes for years. I held my breath and jumped down into the shoe. I crawled towards the toe section, but had to take a breath. I gagged a few times, but couldn’t make myself move any farther into the shoe.

“Here I come,” Suzy said. I lunged forward and landed deep enough in the toe section that I was beyond the dark warn patch of leather that indicated where the ball of her foot rested. I watched in fascination as the dirty wrinkled sole descended on me. It glistened slightly as it cut off all light. As it touched me, I immediately felt the need to be somewhere else. The rubbery underside of her toes passed over me, and I felt worse than I had ever felt before. I couldn’t believe that this smart, rather pretty young girl could inflict this kind of punishment on me without even wanting to.

“You guys have to lick her foot, too!” I heard Rachel yell. In case I had misjudged Suzy at all, I gave one of her toes a quick lick. Luckily, that seemed to be enough as she removed her smelly, sweaty bare foot from her moccasin and quickly dumped me out.

I looked around and noticed I was in the middle of all these girls sitting in a circle. All of them had their shoes on, and I knew that each girl had a tiny man in one of their shoes. I felt bad for the ones that had to go first, since they had to endure the longest without fresh air. However, I couldn’t help but feel most sorry for Jim in Suzy’s moccasin.

“Now it’s time to decide what to do with your little bug,” Rachel instructed. “You can do one of two things. First, if you want to hear them beg for mercy, you can remove your foot from your shoe and listen to them. If you want them to be free, you can give them back to me, and I will release them. If, however, their pleas are not enough, feel free to put your shoe back on and take the second choice. The second choice is if you want to feel what it is like to have ultimate power over a male, and this is really a once in a lifetime offer, you can keep them in your shoe, and we will all stand up and feel their bodies crush together. I’ll decide first, and I already know that my little worm will feel my entire weight as I slowly crush him inside my boot.” A sudden smile on her face indicated that Grant didn’t like that idea. I couldn’t blame him, this little rich bitch was going have another pleasurable experience at the cost of a 35 year old’s life. And being crushed in the second worse place ever conceived has to be pretty degrading.

“It’s not going to be too much longer, my little worm!” Rachel called down as she ran her hand along the soft black leather of her boot. It was sad to know that Grant would never feel fresh air or see light again. He would be crushed in the wet, reeking environment of Rachel’s boot.

Jessica removed her shoe and looked down at the tiny drenched man that hobbled into view. She picked him up and put him to her ear. Whatever he said to the beautiful red-head made her smile, but she simply brought him back in front to face her.

“I know that you really want to live,” Jessica said sweetly, “but this will definitely be a once in a lifetime chance. So I hope you understand that you will soon be a stain on the bottom of my foot.” She laughed, “And in case it’s too dark in there, this is what you’ll see!” Jessica then crossed her leg and pushed Jason into the soft, yielding bottom of her silky foot. After rubbing him along the entire length of her foot, she gently placed him back into her white pump. I could hear him trying to yell something at her, but she just continued to smile and pushed her foot back into her leather shoe and muffled his words. I felt bad for Jason, but he was in one of the better places, and Jessica’s foot did look extremely soft. However, when it came right down to it, a 41 year old probably didn’t want to be stepped on by a 14 year old, whether her foot was soft or not. I didn’t have too much time to dwell on his fate, since Erin had just removed her shoe.

She didn’t say a whole lot, but picked up her shoe and tilted it backwards to have Harry’s broken body slide out into her hand. I didn’t even think he was alive, but Erin’s smile told me otherwise.

“Do you have anything to say, worm!” she asked. After putting him up to her ear, she frowned briefly before a larger smile replaced it.

“That’s not very nice, but I’ve got an idea that will make the rest of your tiny little life completely miserable!” Erin then shoved Harry’s face between her toes again, and held him there as she put her sweaty, grimy bare foot back into her dark blue shoes. Poor Harry. I was pretty sure he wanted to die at this point, but definitely not like this. The last thing he saw was the dirt and grime between Erin’s toes. He couldn’t move, or even try to get his head out from there. His last experience would the horrible sweaty crevice between a high-school freshman girl’s toes.

Dawn smiled and said, “I’ve already made up my decision, so my little bug gets to stay with my foot forever. Isn’t that right bug!” John must have put up his last fight struggling with Dawn’s foot. I knew who would win, and something told me so did John. He probably never thought that his Senior year at her school would end so soon. And definitely it should end as a simple smear on the bottom of Dawn’s bare foot.

I was once again drawn away from Dawn to see what Suzy would do. I had high hopes for Jim as she removed her shoe and let some much needed fresh air in. Jim staggered out, and waited to be picked up by Suzy. She reached down, picked him up, and brought him to her ear. She smiled a bit, then set Jim down next to her bare foot.

“I need to think about this a little, first,” Suzy said, but there had been a change in her. As she thought, she began playing with Jim with her toes. Jim tried to nonchalantly push them away, but she finally trapped his right arm between her toes and held him there. She then looked slowly from Rachel, to Dawn, to Jessica, and finally to Erin. I sensed that she really wanted to be like these other girls, to fit in. Each one that she looked at smiled and nodded, silently encouraging her to be like them. With a simple twitch of her giant toes, she made her decision. Jim’s arm snapped, and he collapsed with a cry. However, with her decision finally made, she seemed to want to leave no doubt that she should be in this group of sadistic girls.

“This may take a little while,” Suzy whispered. She then extended his left arm out and held it in place by her big toe. His face was pressed lightly against the warm, moist flesh, as she increased the pressure and reduced the bones in his arm to powder. Jim passed out briefly, but Suzy took a page from Erin’s book and shoved his face between her toes. His head wasn’t even fully between them before the smell woke him back up. She then put her moccasin back on and placed her leather covered foot over his extended legs. All he could see was the soft leather and her pretty smile as she stepped down and crushed his legs. The shock once again caused him to loose consciousness.

“Well, let’s give him a nice new home,” Suzy giggled. She removed her other moccasin (the one that I had been in) and picked up the broken man that once had been Jim. He immediately awoke as she brought his face up towards her bare toes.

“Thanks for all the nice things you said about me, Jim,” Suzy said. “Since you care for me so much, please give a good squish for me inside your new home.” He was unable to reply or do anything as she shoved his head between her toes, then placed her dirty, sweating foot back into it’s tight leather covering. I felt so bad for Jim. He had a good life, and had just retired. And now his face was shoved between a teenager’s toes. And this girl had the worst smelling feet of all time. Someone Jim had trusted had betrayed him fully, and there was nothing he could do about it. This young girl would simply enjoy the feeling of his old body being crushed to a paste inside her extremely worn leather moccasin.

THE PEN 2: Chapter 6

“Well, it’s time to finish this up!” announced Rachel. “Everyone stand on your ‘non-occupied’ foot and gently place your other foot on the ground. I want Jack to go around to each person’s shoe and see if the occupants have any last words.” This was one of the worst jobs I could have. I went to Rachel’s boot first and pressed my ear against the soft black leather. I yelled, and thought I heard Grant begging for help. There was nothing I could do. I even heard a soft tap from the other side of the leather, but there was no way in or out except through the top. It was hard to believe that the difference between death and freedom was only a thin piece of black leather made into a boot. I looked up at Rachel, and she was just smiling.

I made my way to Dawn next, and yelled into her worn, black pump. A muffled yell came back from John, but he sounded pretty weak. He told me to get revenge on these girls, and I yelled back I would, but I really didn’t think it would be too soon. Dawn moved her foot slightly and gave me a nudge towards Jessica.

The beautiful red-haired giantess watched me as I approached her foot. Jessica extended her leg slightly so that I was right next to her white leather pump. I touched the smooth scuffed leather, and then yelled for Jason. He asked me to beg Jessica once again to let him go. He didn’t want to be crushed in her shoe like a bug who wandered into the wrong place. I yelled up to Jessica, and she actually picked me up to hear what I had to say. I told her that he didn’t want to die in her shoe.

“That’s so cute,” she said with a smile. “Unfortunately, this is something I really want. No hard feelings, but sometimes when I make my decisions, I just have to put my foot down!” Everyone laughed at the joke, and Jessica set me back down by her shoe. I touched it once more and yelled to Jason that I was sorry things happened this way. It would all be over soon. At least his death wouldn’t be as gruesome as the others. Jessica’s foot was very soft and silky, and while the smell inside the shoe was probably pretty bad, at least it wasn’t like the others. And besides, he didn’t have any broken bones, so he wasn’t in excruciating pain, yet. That thought brought be back to reality, and caused me to look over at Erin’s dark blue leather pump.

I walked over to the teenage giantess, and dreaded the task that awaited me. I reached her smooth dark blue shoe and saw how her bare leg extended out. I felt sorry for everything that had happened to Harry. He was a broken husk of a man, and my guess was that his head was still held by Erin’s toes with his face forced deep between them. I yelled to see if he was still alive, and I at least heard a muffled groan. Yep, he was still there, and judging by the position of the muffled sound, he was still between her toes. Poor guy. He was probably on his last year of college or maybe even finished, and then to come to this. I looked up into Erin’s evil grin, and knew that she was relishing the pain she was inflicting on this man who was eight years older than she was. The power she seemed to feel was more than she deserved. And the hell that Harry was going through was equally undeserved. I turned around and made my way to the last and worse task of all . . . Suzy.

She looked so sweet an innocent, with her glasses making her look even more intelligent. As I walked over to her dirty white moccasin, she tilted her foot back on her heel. I figured she wanted me to crawl under her foot to talk to Jim. I got down on my back and crawled below the towering leather shoe. I immediately knew right where Jim was. I could see his outline against the soft leather sole of Suzy’s moccasin. It appeared that his head was no longer between her toes, but was directly under her big toe, judging by the dirt pattern outline of her bare foot on the bottom surface of her moccasin. I crawled over to him and asked if he wanted to say anything. He told me to tell Suzy that he would give her all his money if she would just let him go. I immediately crawled out and waved for Suzy to pick me up. She slowly brought her foot down to cover Jim back up, then picked me up and held me to her ear. I told her what Jim had offered.

“His money is meaningless compared to what I get to do,” she said to me. “How many 14 year old girls get to humiliate an old man and step on him. I really want to know what it’s like to feel his last breath against my bare sole. I like the way it feels right now, and the idea of feeling his guts squish out of his body by the pressure of my bare foot is worth more than he could pay. I love the idea that his last breaths on this earth are going to be of my sweaty foot, and there is nothing he can do about it. Say good-bye to him for me.” She then set me back down and lifted up her foot slightly. I crawled under it to let him know the news. He had, of course, already heard it from her. I could see his silhouette struggle to move beneath her foot, but with broken arms and legs, there was no way for him to move his head away from beneath her big toe. I could hear him crying in frustration, but there was nothing for me to do. I slowly crawled out from under the vast expanse of leather that covered Suzy’s bare foot.

“Well, let’s all make a little circle for Jack and allow him to get some last minute documentation down,” Rachel said. All of the girls moved closer and extended the toes of their shoes towards me, until I was in a tight circle. I didn’t understand what Rachel was getting at, until I began to hear all the little men still yelling for help.

“On three, girls,” Rachel said loud enough for the men to hear. “One . . . “ The men began to cry for help, and I looked up to see the girls smiling as there must have been some serious movement in their shoes.

“Two . . .” This brought even more cries for help, especially from Jim in Suzy’s moccasin. I could hear him better than the rest, since her shoe was thinner. I could barely hear Harry in Erin’s shoe, since she must have kept his head pinched between her toes.

“Three . . . “ A tiny blast of screams came from all directions as the men knew that this was the end. Then there was silence as the girls slowly pressed their feet down. I looked up the see them all relish the power they had. Erin and Suzy had their eyes locked on their shoes, as they slowly crushed the remaining life out of their prisoners. The silence was then replaced with a crackling, wet, crunching sound. It was very faint in some directions like Rachel’s boot and Jessica’s pump, but it was much louder from Suzy’s moccasin. Finally, everything was silent again, as the girls finished savoring their cruelty. Five men had been squished inside their respective shoes, and there was no regrets. The girls began laughing and exchanging smiles as they all wondered what the insides of their shoes looked like.

Fortunately, I was momentarily forgotten as they all sat back down and began removing their shoes. Rachel and Dawn had experienced this before, so they wasted no time in admiring their handiwork. They simply looked at the blood and sweat on the bottom of their feet and then wiped it away with a Kleenex. Rachel didn’t even bother wiping out her boot, since she appeared to want to grind Grant up even further. Dawn didn’t take this approach as she cleaned up the remains in her shoe.

Jessica was completely fascinated as she took off her white leather pump. Jason had left very little blood inside the shoe, so Jessica turned her foot over. I could see as she did this that he seemed to be stuck to her nylons. She took a closer look and started laughing. Everyone had to see what was so funny.

“Look, he grabbed onto my nylons so tightly that his little hands are still clasped there.” She said. Jessica was even generous enough to show me, and sure enough, the mid-part of his body was still mostly intact. From the waist down, he had been crushed beneath the silky ball of her foot. He might have even survived for a little while, except that his head was beneath her middle toe. As she flexed her toes, his head was actually torn off the rest of his body. This caused her to laugh even harder. I turned away, only to see Erin admiring her work.

Poor Harry had been completely shattered. His arms must have been stuck under Erin’s big and second toes, because as she put weight on her foot, the pressure had ripped them clean off. It looked as if she then pulled pack slightly on the ball of her bare foot, causing his legs to be crushed off as well. Surprisingly, his head was still intact between her toes, allowing him to breath in the foul air, right up to the last instant. Half his upper body had been flattened beneath her big toe, but the other half was also still there. It had to be an excruciating demise for Harry. It didn’t soothe my feelings either as Erin was peeling his remains from the bottom of her foot that she was smiling the whole time. She was definitely one of the more sadistic girls here.

My attention was caught last by Suzy. She still had her moccasin on and was looking at the bottom of it. She then began pressing on the little bump that was the remains of Jim’s body. Using her thumbs, she was incredibly preoccupied with grinding Jim deeper and deeper into the sole of her sweaty foot. When she finally peeled off her leather moccasin, there was nothing but a bloody paste smeared into the filthy bottom of her bare foot. She then proceeded to massage this into all the soft wrinkles and crevices of her sweaty bare foot. Even as the rest of the girls had cleaned up their feet and shoes, Suzy’s only focus was to make sure that Jim had become a part of her foot. Finally, she seemed satisfied that Jim’s body had been spread evenly and with enough pressure that every bit of her foot enjoyed a part of him. From her heel, through her soft wrinkled arch, to her dirty sweaty toes (and even smeared in between her toes), Jim’s final use had been as foot lotion for Suzy’s tired foot. How degrading for poor Jim.

Suddenly, I was picked up by Dawn, “Rachel said she would find a spot for you to sleep tonight. I told her to leave a light on for you to document all you’ve seen.” Without waiting for any reply, she handed me over to Rachel. It was strange that every time she touched me, I felt terrified.

“Hi, Jack,” Rachel smiled excitedly, “Let’s find you a place to sleep.” We went into her bedroom, and I watched as she opened the closet door. I was surprised to see the variety of shoes and clothes she had, but she seemed to be looking for something specific. She nonchalantly set down her black leather boots that she carried in from the “party” outside, while she continued to scan her other shoes.

“These should do nicely,” she whispered. I watched as she pulled out a pair of brown leather loafers. They looked incredibly worn, and I would have guessed that she had had these a long time. She dropped me in, and put them on her desk below a light.

“If you even think of escaping, you won’t make it far!” Rachel informed me. “We have a cat the loves to chase things your size!” That was warning enough for now, and then she left. The first thing I decided to do was repair my arm. I took off my shirt and tried to tie my arm tightly against me. This made the pain a little easier to bear. After that, I did my best to climb out of the loafer and make my way across the desk. I knew I needed something for a splint if I were to set my arm correctly. To my delight (the first of the evening) there was some mechanical pencil lead lying next to her desk calendar. Using two pieces of lead and my shirt, I set my arm and created a makeshift splint. It hurt, but at least I knew it would probably heal. I then wasted no time in climbing back into Rachel’s brown loafer.

I decided I should also get to the unenviable task of writing about the events that happened tonight, so that I could hopefully purge them from my memory. After a couple of hours, I then decided to look around my “home”. The leather sole was very hard, and the indentations from her heel and toes showed an accumulation of dirt and grime that could only be caused by long periods of wear bare foot. The smell, while faint at the heel section, was quite strong by the toe indentations. I didn’t even want to lie down in here, but I was quite tired and decided that being stuck in a loafer wasn’t the worse thing that had happened tonight.

Suddenly, I thought I heard someone yell. However, it sounded different to me. I climbed out of the loafer, and scanned the area. Rachel hadn’t been back yet, and the door was still closed. I slowly made my way to the edge of the desk and listened. Sure enough, I heard a yell coming from below. I looked down and was extremely surprised to see Grant. How he had avoided becoming another part of Rachel’s boot insole was beyond me, but I knew I had to talk to him.

I went to the cord for the lamp, and slid down. Luckily, it was a long enough cord to reach the ground. I then went over to Grant and shook his hand. He smelled horrible, but at least he had survived something no one else had. I asked him how he did it.

“I was really lucky,” he informed me. “I had been in there for a long time, so I tried to remain calm and conserve my oxygen. The sweat from Rachel’s foot was becoming intense, but it also allowed me to slide around a little more. When she was getting ready to crush me, I got ready to pull myself beneath the arch of her toes. Fortunately, my plan worked for the most part, and she only crushed my arm. It provided enough blood for her to think I was dead.” Sure enough, his left arm was completely smashed. A tourniquet at his upper arm was the only thing keeping him alive. I knew the time for our escape had come. I had to get Grant out of here as soon as possible.

We trekked across the short carpeting of Rachel’s bedroom. We were very fortunate that the door didn’t make firm contact with the ground, so we carefully squeezed under and looked around. Thankfully, there was no cat. There was also very little sound, so the girls must be watching a movie in the living room. We quickly ran to the closest door. This one was slightly ajar, so we stealthily made our way in. It appeared to be another bedroom. By this time, I was exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, but I still continued to make my way across the gigantic bedroom.

Suddenly, the light turned on, and we froze. There, in the doorway, was a giantess beyond imagination. It appeared that Rachel’s mom was home from whatever party she went to and was now entering the room. I had known Rachel’s parents were divorced, but I didn’t know which parent she lived with. I thought her mom’s name was Kim, and she looked to be around her late-thirties. Rachel definitely got her looks from her mom, since both could have easily been supermodels and made a fortune. The goddess that entered the room had long, wavy blond hair, and a body to die for (not literally, though). She was dressed in a stylish black blouse, with a red skirt and black high-heeled shoes. She looked a little drunk, and wasted no time in kicking off her shoes and tossing them to the floor. Unfortunately, it was very close to where we were. Grant was bumped slightly as the right pump landed practically on top of him. I dove out of the way, but was almost overcome by the pain in my arm when I hit the ground. I knew we had to get out of sight, so I got up and went over to Grant. Both of us then jumped into the giant right leather shoe lying on its side.

The smell and moisture was quite bad, but since there was still an opening, it could have been much worse. However, both of us had to crawl deep into the toe section of Kim’s freshly worn shoe. We could feel the ground shake as she got ready for bed, then suddenly, two giant fingers came over the edge of the black pump and picked it up by the toe section. Both of slid down the soft leather insole to the heel, and waited to be found. I glanced up to see that Kim was actually taking no notice of us and was already in pretty green nightgown. Without much fanfare, she shoved her shoes into her closet and walked away. Grant and I were still dazed as we slid down the we leather back to the toe of the high-heeled pump.

“I know this doesn’t sound good, but we need to get some liquids in us,” Grant said to me. He then crawled deep into the toe section and started to lick the insole. The idea of drinking foot sweat from a woman’s shoe was not a pleasant thought.

“You better hurry over to the other one, before it dries up!” Grant yelled at me. Without thinking, I climbed out of this shoe and jumped into the next one. It was still warm, so I knew that I had landed in the correct one. As I had seen Grant do, I crawled down to the toe section and licked the sweat-covered leather surface of the insole. The taste was horrible, but at least it was some kind of liquid going down my throat. I spent quite a bit of time licking as much as I could before there really wasn’t any more. I also figured that since I had already lowered myself to drinking the foot sweat of a woman, I might as well try eating some of the ground-in dirt. This, however, was a mistake. I had taken a crumb of dirt from the deep toe section of the shoe, and put it in my mouth. It was so disgusting, that I had to keep myself from throwing it (and all my liquids) back up. I decided that it was currently better to be hungry than to eat any more dirt.

After about a half hour, Grant came over to my shoe. Both of us were tired, and we decided that it might be a good idea to stay where we were and try to escape farther the next day. We figured with Kim’s help, we were as good as rescued. I crawled down into Kim’s toe impressions, and fell asleep almost immediately. Grant was a little farther out, but I guess he fell asleep pretty quick, too.
 

THE PEN 2: Final Chapter

I awoke to an earthquake which completely disoriented me. It didn’t take me long to figure out that Kim must be walking around. Grant and I waited until it subsided, then made our way out of the high-heeled shoe and back to the ground. The task for today was going to be to get Kim’s attention, but not let the cat see us. We figured that Kim would eventually have to get shoes or something from her closet, so we had to find a way to signal her. It was Grant’s idea that we keep hidden beneath the arch of the black high-heeled shoes, then run towards the arch of a pair of high-heeled dress boots. This would allow Kim to see movement, but hopefully keep us safe until the correct time. That time came sooner than expected as we felt the ground shake and the blond goddess appeared before us. Grant took off running first, with me a little ways behind.

“Ugh, bugs!” Kim jumped. Grant then decided to make sure she could see we were human, so he laid down and made like a “snow angel.” Unfortunately, Kim wasted very little time in picking up a tan leather sandal and raising it high overhead to bring it smashing down on Grant. To his credit, Grant waited until the last possible moment before diving out of the way of the shoe. The wind from the sandal caused me to fly back towards the shoe we had used for cover. Grant immediately tried again with his “snow angel” routine, and this time Kim paused. She then bent down and looked closer to try to figure out what she was seeing.

“You’re no bug,” she whispered as she reached down and picked up Grant. He yelled something to her, and she brought him up to her ear. After a little while, she smiled.

“You can come out of hiding, Jack,” Kim said. I walked slowly out from behind the shoe towards the gigantic bare foot of this woman. She then picked me up, and walked over to close the bedroom door. Afterwards, Kim walked over to the bed and sat down.

“Why don’t you guys tell me everything that’s going on,” she offered soothingly. She then held us up to her ear as I related the entire story over the past couple of weeks. It took quite a while, but when we were done, she set us down on the nightstand and laid back in thought.

“I need to think about this whole thing,” Kim said to us. “But in the meantime, let me get you something to eat and drink.”

“Could you take us to the bathroom, too!” Grant yelled up. She paused and lifted him up so he could make his request again. Kim smiled, then picked us up and took us into the bathroom. It felt great to relieve myself, and after we got back into her bedroom, she gave us some tiny pieces of fruit, along with as much water as we could drink. She also brought in some bandages to help with Grant’s arm. Using a match, she cauterized the stump, then wrapped a bandage around it with some antibiotic gel. The pain was too much for Grant, and he dropped into unconsciousness. Kim dabbed him with some water to wake him up, then relaxed back on the bed as she pondered what her next course of action would be.

After an hour, she told us her plan, “I think I’m going to confront Rachel and Dawn about this tomorrow. We’ll see what we can do to make things right.” I felt mildly relieved, and I hoped that Rachel and Dawn were going to be severely punished for everything they did.

“Well, I have to go shopping in the meantime, so I better put you into a safe place.” Kim offered. “Judging by your story, my boots should do nicely. But don’t worry, there are no tiny men crushed into the insole . . . yet.” I looked up at her, but she was just smiling down at us to see if we had picked up on her little “joke”.

“Is there any place else you could put us!” I yelled up at her.

“This will be the safest place, since the cat can’t get at you,” Kim responded. Without waiting for any more argument from us, she set us down in her black leather dress boot. The environment was nothing like Rachel’s, since it only smelled faintly of nylons and feet. Grant still looked incredibly nervous, since he lost his arm inside Rachel’s boot. We both rested as the day wore on, and Kim finally took us out later at night. We were fed and set upon her nightstand.

“My feet are killing me,” she hinted as she removed her sandals. “Would you guys mind giving me a slight massage?” Judging by the look in her eyes, I knew that it was a rhetorical question. She picked us both up and set us by her giant bare feet. She then laid on her stomach with her feet right next to us. I climbed up onto her right foot, while Grant labored up onto her left. It was amazing to look upon the vast expanse of her soft wrinkled sole. Unfortunately, the soles of her feet were very sweaty from being in sandals all day, and they didn’t smell so good. I started massaging up towards her heel, since the smell wasn’t as bad up there.

“That tickles,” Kim laughed. “Why don’t you just massage my toes.” Great, I thought, like I wanted to be back down there. However, it was better to be massaging her toes than to be trapped beneath them. I walked back down her foot, and began kneading the soft, sweaty flesh of her giant toes. After a half hour, I was completely exhausted. Looking over at Grant, he looked almost dead. Kim must have realized this, as she plucked us both from her feet, rolled over, and laid us down on her stomach. The warmth and softness of her gently rising and falling stomach was incredibly relaxing. I looked up into her face to see her beautiful giant eyes just staring down at us. I rested my head back down on her stomach, and within moments I fell into a deep relaxing sleep. The first one I had had since before this whole ordeal began. Everything was going to be all right.

Sunday came, and I awoke inside a dark place. Judging by the slight smell, I figured Grant and I had been safely tucked back into her boots. Within minutes of waking up, the boot was moved, and we gently slid down the shaft into the waiting hand of Kim.

“Let’s go talk to the girls,” she said. It appeared that Dawn had slept overnight here, and both her and Rachel were eating breakfast as Kim approached. The look on their faces were priceless as Kim set Grant and I down right in the middle of the kitchen table. Both Dawn and Rachel were completely shocked and embarrassed, and I figured this was going to be a great show as they explained their side of the story.

“So, what can you tell me about this,” Kim began. “And if I think either of you are lying, I will call the police immediately. I want the complete truth with nothing left out.” Rachel and Dawn looked at each other, then a resigned look of defeat came onto their faces.

“I can do most of the explaining,” Dawn began dejectedly. “About four years ago, my sister, Steph, found a shrinking device that looked like a simple silver pen. Throughout the summer, she and her friend Sara had great time shrinking and stepping on people. Steph even wrote it down in detail in her diary, which I found recently when we cleaned out her room. I even got to participate once, four years ago, and it was the most exhilarating feeling in the world to step on a shrunken man.”

“Well, I did a told my mom that I would finish cleaning out Steph’s bedroom and did a thorough search of the entire room. To my great delight, I found the pen about a month ago. It must have fallen off the top of Steph’s dresser and into one of the drawers. As indicated in the diary, I looked to see how many charges it had. Again, I was amazed to see it held 40 charges. It appears to gain 10 charges every year. The day after I found it, Jack came over from college, and I knew I had to try it out. It’s pretty much been an adventure ever since.” Dawn kept her eyes down and waited for Kim to say something.

“Do you have the pen with you?” Kim finally inquired.

“No, I lost it,” she whispered. “I had it a few weeks ago, but Rachel and I shrunk a bunch of people, so I thought I put it in my jewelry box. But when I went back yesterday, it was gone. It still had 19 charges left.”

“Well, there is really nothing to be done then,” Kim said. “Do you have anything to add, Rachel?” Rachel kept her eyes averted for a little while.

“To be honest, I can’t believe that little bug is still alive,” she said, indicating Grant. “I was certain I had crushed his little body beneath my foot. Next time I’ll be sure to twist my bare foot a little more to make sure he’s nothing but a stain.” Grant gave a visible shudder at the memory of being trapped inside Rachel’s boot beneath her sweaty foot. He was hoping very much that Kim wouldn’t give Rachel the satisfaction of trying again.

“Well, you aren’t going to be doing that again,” Kim told Rachel. “I am going to keep these two for another day, then make a final decision on what to do. In the meantime, Dawn, you had better go home and look for that pen. Rachel, you are grounded until further notice.” With that, Kim picked us both up and walked back into her bedroom.

“I’ll admit I’m intrigued by their story,” Kim began. “I was wondering what it would feel like to have one of you squirming in my boot beneath my foot.” Neither Grant nor I made the slightest move. I new I didn’t want to try this experiment, since that is how this whole adventure began for me.

“Come on,” she coaxed, “I’m not going to step down, I just want to see what it’s like.” Kim set us both on the ground next to her slippered feet. She then walked over to the closet and got her black leather dress boots. She set them down on their sides, and continued to stare at us.

“All right,” Kim said in a stern voice, “I am going to assume you both volunteered, so I want each of you in one of my boots. Now!” I decided it wasn’t worth pissing her of any more, so I ran towards her left boot and Grant went into her right. It wasn’t that bad until she picked the boot up and started to put it on. I watched as her giant wrinkled sole descended upon me. I went to the toe area, and awaited my fate. All light was cut off as she finished pulling the boot on tight. There I was, trapped beneath Rachel’s mom’s bare foot, in her boot. I was really getting tired of this kind of stuff.

“OK,” Kim said to us, “you have to start squirming around, trying to get out.” I did my best, but as her foot began to sweat more, I figured I better be more careful. I didn’t want to slide beneath the ball of her foot and be accidentally crushed. She seemed to be enjoying the struggle, because she began to wiggle her giant toes and laugh a little.

“It tickles!” Kim laughed. “It’s also very exciting.” Suddenly, the pressure increase as she stood up. I grabbed onto the underside of one of her toes to make sure I didn’t slide somewhere I didn’t want to be. Then, to my horror, she began walking. The rising and falling of her foot was frightening, and the changes in pressure was making this very dangerous. As much as I hated to do it, I hugged her toe tighter, pulling myself against the soft, smelly digit.

“This feels fantastic!” I heard Kim say. “You guys just hold on, I think I’m going to keep you in there for a little while.” The nightmare continued as she must have walked around the house. My arms were killing me, and I could only wonder how Grant was doing. He only had one arm. I had no idea how long I was in that boot, but the smell, heat, and sweat were getting to me. I was both suffocating and drowning in this woman’s boot, and I knew pretty soon I would simply slip under her bare foot and be crushed. Luckily, it wasn’t too much longer when Kim stopped and removed her boot. She then tipped it over, and I slid along the shaft, landing in her waiting hand.

“I appreciate you guys giving me some fun,” She said to us. It was nice to see Grant still alive, but he looked completely exhausted.

“I’ll clean you up and give you the rest of the day off,” Kim said as she took us into the bathroom. It was nice to feel clean when she was finished. She then took us back into her room and put us in a jewelry box. It was a very nice change from the various shoes and boots we’ve had to experience over the past couple of days (or weeks in my case). Most of the day had passed when Kim returned and picked up the box. I was surprised that she didn’t take us out of it, but decided to transport us inside, instead. Without much fanfare, the jewelry box was tipped over, and we landed on the floor of the living room. I was stunned to see Rachel and Dawn sitting down nearby.

“I’ve made some tough decisions,” Kim began, “and I think now is the time to get everything settled. I’ve decided that I will probably never get another chance at this, so I want to feel what my daughter has already achieved. I want to feel either Grant or Jack squish beneath my foot.” Both of us were stunned at the news.

”If Grant does not want to be the one to be crushed inside my boot, he can choose to go inside Rachel’s boot instead.” Kim continued. “I will then get to feel Jack beneath my foot. Grant, you get to choose.” With that, Kim removed her right boot and laid it on it’s side. Rachel had also chosen to wear her boots all day, and removed her right boot as well. I glanced at Rachel, and she had a hungry look in her eyes as she wanted to finish off Grant in the worst way. However, for the most part, I could keep my eyes off of Rachel’s mother’s giant bare foot. It glistened with sweat, since she had probably decided to wear her boots the whole day. I couldn’t help but think that this was going to be the end of me if Grant chose Rachel instead. But for Grant, both choices meant death. He couldn’t move.

“I’d hate to have to punish you,” Kim prompted. “Please make your decision.” Grant looked from boot to boot, and finally came to a decision. He walked into Kim’s dark, sweaty leather boot. She wasted no time in picking it up and pushing her sweaty foot back into it. She was very careful not to crush him prematurely and smiled when she had successfully pushed her foot in all the way. I knew what it was like in there, but it was probably worse than this morning, since Kim wore the boots all day barefoot.

“I want you to know Grant, that I’m not angry with you at all,” Kim said down to her boot. “I wish it could be different, but I really do want to know what it is like to feel a person squish beneath my foot. I’m sure you understand.” I was pretty sure that this was no comfort to Grant. He had fought hard to survive Rachel’s attempt at crushing him, only to wind up beneath her mom’s sweaty foot.

“Thanks again, Grant,” Kim said again, “Please squish nicely between my toes for me!” She then stood up right next to me and slowly began to apply pressure to Grant’s boot. I could hear him scream as the pressure increased, but it became muffled as he was engulfed by her soft, sweaty foot. Then there was silence for a brief time until a small wet crunchy “squish” was heard. There was no escape for Grant this time. I watched as Kim wiggled her toes within her boot to grind Grant even further up between her toes. It was a sad ending for someone I got to know very well. He didn’t deserve to die like this, crushed into paste and ground up between a woman’s toes, no matter how beautiful she is.

I looked up at Kim and figured she had enjoyed this far too much. Her eyes were half closed, and I was pretty sure this was a sexual experience for her. I waited for her to come off her power trip, but it took quite a while. She just continued to twist and grind Grant’s body up inside her boot until there had to be nothing left. Finally, she sat back down.

“Well, Jack,” Kim said quietly, “you can now choose who you want to go with. Either Dawn or Rachel will be your keeper.” Rachel still had her boot off, and I could tell she was in a vengeful state. Plus, Dawn had told me she would never kill me. Those two circumstances made it easy for me to choose Dawn, so I walked over and touched her shoe.

“Very well,” Kim said as she stood back up. “Dawn, you can take Jack home with you, and nothing more needs to be said about any of this.” She got up and walked back towards her bedroom. I have no idea how long she kept her boot on, getting too much enjoyment from squishing a man between her giant toes. Looking over at Rachel, I watched her put her boot back on. She looked absolutely pissed. I didn’t help any when I gave an inappropriate gesture with a smile as she looked over at me. Without even saying goodbye to Dawn, she stormed away back towards her room.

“Let’s go home,” Dawn said. “You’ve got a lot of writing to do.” She was right, of course. I had to document as much of this as possible if I was ever going to get even with these girls.

After getting back to Dawn’s place, I once again was placed in my “home” that was her boot. I got busy writing this stuff down. The next day, Dawn went off to school, and I just sat there not doing much. At least she remembered to feed me before leaving. I only wish that she could find the shrink ray and get me back to normal. In the afternoon, I heard the door open, and Dawn come in.

“Guess what, Jack!” Dawn exclaimed excitedly. “Have I got a surprise for you. You won’t be staying in my boot anymore.” At last I’m finally relieved. She must have found the pen. I’m waiting for Dawn to pick me up, so this is probably my last entry…

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Well, Jack was correct in that it was his last entry. In case you don’t recognize who I am, my name is Rachel, and I am Dawn’s friend. After our little fight on Sunday, I convinced her at school that we could be friends again if she would just let me have Jack. To my surprise, she agreed. The only condition was that I transcribe all of his writings so that she could read them. I decided to finish the journal myself, since Jack refuses to write anymore.

It is now Monday night, and I was able to take Jack directly out of Dawn’s boot and put him in my shoe. Since I formulated the plan Sunday night, I decided to wear his new “home” all day Monday. I decided that my old brown loafers would suit him nicely, so I wore them all day barefoot. It was extremely pleasurable to feel him wiggling around against my sensitive sole, and I had to keep fighting back the strong desire just to squash him. Even as I am writing this, I can feel his tiny breath against the underside of my toes. However, it’s pretty late, so I had best let him rest before tomorrow. I’m actually going to take him to school with me! I wonder if he’ll survive…

Boy, morning comes fast, and I can see that Jack isn’t very happy about his new situation. I see his little face full of tears as I take his home and put it on the floor. I place my bare foot in and it feels great to have him beneath my toes again.

“If you want to stay alive longer, you better start cleaning!” I yell at him. I love the feeling of power when I feel their little tongues start to lick the dirt from my toes. But here goes, I wonder how long he’ll last inside my shoe at school…

It’s around lunch time, and Jack has definite stopped moving. I go to the bathroom and remove my shoe. He slowly slides down to the heel section, but I am glad I can see him move slightly. I splash a little cold water on his face, and he wakes up even more.

“You don’t look like you’re going to make it, worm,” I say to him, “perhaps I should put you out of your misery.” He shakes his head, and I know I can look forward for him to be back in my shoe the rest of the day. I tilt my brown loafer back forward and watch him slide back down to the toe section. I then replace it on my sweaty foot and continue to go to classes. One neat thing I notice is that around 1:00, he must be thirsty, because he’s licking my toes. I can’t believe how low the little bug can go. By the time I get home, he has stopped moving again, and I don’t think he can survive much more. After removing my foot from my shoe, I tilt it back once again to see him slide slowly down to the heel again. It looks like I crushed his leg, but he is still breathing.

“I think it’s time we end this,” I tell Jack. He wakes up enough to shake his head and yell something up to me. Since I can’t hear him, I just pick him up and smile at him. This going to be fun. The idea that I can totally control a college senior, is making this all the more fun. I start rubbing him gently along my moist sole, and watch as he struggles against my strength. Just for fun, I slide him up to my toes, and stick his tiny head deep between my big toe and second toe. He comes back sputtering, covered with my sweat and dirt. I can’t help but do it again, since he really is nothing but a tiny worm.

“Time to play squish the worm,” I say to him as I pull off my other loafer. The worm looks very frightened as I drop him in, but his legs aren’t working, and he can barely move out of the indentation in the middle of my shoe. I can’t help but laugh as he tries to get a grip on the sweat covered leather insole of my brown loafer. I slowly bring my foot up, and he knows that if he doesn’t get out of the indentation created by the ball of my foot, he will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. As my foot enters, I am very excited by the fact the he was unable to move to a safer place. I makes it look like he had a chance, but just didn’t take it.

“What a pity!” I say to him, “You might have been able to avoid being crushed beneath my foot if you would have moved!” I laugh. It feels great to have him still struggling beneath my sweat covered foot.

“I’ll give you a second chance if I am able to feel you licking the sweat from my foot!” To my surprise, I can actually feel his tiny tongue licking the bottom of my bare foot.

“How pathetic,” I tell him. “Just so you know, you licked my foot needlessly. I just wanted to see if you had become the worm I always knew you to be. Now, just lay back and prepared to be squished beneath my soft, 14-year-old bare foot.” I’m slowly increasing the pressure and can feel his breath come out in bursts against my sweaty sole. I lift off some of the pressure, only to increase it more the next time. I figure I have waited long enough. This time there will be no release.

Finally, it happens. The little worm resists slightly, then pops beneath my soft, sweaty sole. I know he went through a lot today, and it makes it even more satisfying to realize that he struggled so hard to stay alive all day, only to have it end the way I wanted it to. How glorious! I think it’s time for a walk. After all, I have to break in my new insole…