(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

Hi, my name is Jason and I’m 22 years old.  I just graduated from college with a degree in engineering, but due to the struggling economy, I am currently without a job.  That’s why when I read about a possibility to get $100,000 in less than a year, I knew I had to apply.

It appeared that the University that I had just graduated from needed some people for a top-secret experiment.  Requirements were fairly easy to meet, you had to be male, physically fit, and have no one that you would need to contact for a year.  Luckily, I fit all three easily.  So I was quite excited when I received notice to come to the main Physics building of the University at midnight next Sunday.  These people were definitely taking this “top-secret” thing seriously.

I arrived at 11:55 and found the doors open.  I walked in and saw a few other guys farther down the hallway.  I quickened my pace to follow them, and before I knew it I was in a large auditorium with about 30 other guys.  I took a seat and back and remained quiet, wondering what all this was going to be about.  It didn’t take long for the instructor to get there, and to my delight she turned out to be gorgeous.  Brown hair, about 5’9” tall, with very long legs.  The glasses she wore only made me realize that this lady had brains as well.

“Welcome, gentlemen,” the beautiful brunette started.  “My name is Dr. Marlene Sanders, and I am in charge of this experiment.  Please fill out the forms on the desk in front of you, and bring them to me when you are done.”  I couldn’t even begin to fill out the form right away.  I just stared at her.  She was wearing a white blouse, tan dress pants, and tan leather low-heel pumps.  I was guessing she was in her early thirties, but that was OK, since I like older women.  This was going to be a great experiment!

While we filled out the forms, a few other woman came in.  They were younger, around 26-28 years old, probably doing graduate level work.  One, however, looked very young, maybe 18 or 19.  She had to have just started college and happened to get into this job.

I filled out the forms, and watched as other men got up and handed in them in.  She spoke something to them and then one of the assistance led them out of the room.  I quickly finished filling out the form, not bothering to read any details.  This was way too exciting.

“Please follow Debbie, here, and she will get the experiment started for you,” Dr. Marlene said quietly.  I looked over to see that Debbie was the young assistant which I had seen earlier.

“Follow me, please,” she said quietly.  She was very cute, wearing similar attire to Dr. Marlene, but with sandals instead.  Debbie was only 5’ tall, with short blond hair.  I seemed a giant next to her, being 6’2” tall myself.  I was guessing by her build that she had been a gymnast, since she was very toned, and had muscles in just the right places.  She led me down the hall and into a large locker room.

“You can remove your clothes here and put them in the locker,” Debbie instructed.  “The put on the clothes in the locker and press this button.”  She indicated a button on the top of the locker.  With a quick smile, Debbie left the locker room.  I wasted no time in getting changed into my new clothes.  Not much imagination, though, since everything was gray.  Gray shirt, gray pants, gray undergarments, and gray shoes.  While I was getting changed, I could hear other people in other parts of the locker room being brought in as well.  When I was finished, I rang the buzzer and waited for Debbie to return.  It didn’t take long.

“Follow me, please,” she said again quietly.  I followed her into another room with a medical table I’ve seen in a doctor’s office before. 

“Jump on up,” Debbie said, “I need to give you a shot, then we’ll almost be finished.”  Well, there wasn’t much to do, so I jumped up on the table and watched as she prepared a syringe for me.  I’ve never been a fan of shots, but at least this one was being delivered by a cute blond instead of an old doctor.  It didn’t even really hurt, and before I knew it, everything went dark…

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I knew it was going to be a long night.  I had thirty surgeries to do on these men, and even at only 10 minutes a piece, that still makes for five long hours.  At least the experiment was underway.  I couldn’t wait to see how well our quantum field reduction worked in practice.  Not to mention, what affects it would have on the human male.  The theory was sound, though.  By combining a quantum energy field to alter the genetic sequence in a person, the results should be almost instantaneous.  And as long as the field remained intact, it would last indefinitely.  We could effectively miniaturize a living person.  The only problem was that it was dependant on the ‘Y’ chromosome.  We had been prepared to do research to fix this anomaly, but the government wasn’t that concerned.  They said the primary users would be male anyway. 

My only other concern was that it had only been tested on mice before.  And while it worked as long as they remained inside the lab, we couldn’t do any experiments on them until we could make the field portable.  And now the government decides that the portable devices would be made for humans and that the test should begin immediately.  Who am I to question their resolve.  At least I got to choose my own team.  Since women are unaffected, I knew that they would be the only gender comprising my team.  I also figured the trauma would be lessened for the test subjects if the women were at least pleasing to look at.  I consider myself attractive, so I chose other assistants who could keep a subject’s mind off their predicament by simply being attractive.  I was also hoping that seeing the assistants and myself would keep the subjects from fully reading the contract.  I knew the government put an “accidental death” clause in there in since some of the experiments would most likely cause the untimely death of the subject (some were actually designed that way).  And there was always the fact that the government wanted the entire experiment (along with all subjects) to be “terminated” at the very end to save on costs.

Oh, well, on with the surgeries.  Each one consists of placing a titanium collar tightly around the subject’s neck, securing it in place, then putting two probes into the base of their brain.  It’s actually not that difficult, but it will prevent them from removing these collars themselves, and it will allow the genetic connection needed to change their size.  The specialized clothing will also be linked with wires to this collar so that the subjects will remain clothed during the entire experiment.  Microphones in the collars will also allow any assistant with the Sizing Controller to hear the subject clearly.  In five hours, I’ll be feeling much more relieved…

(***** Chapter 2 *****)

(***** POV – Harvey Johnson *****)

I woke up with an incredible headache.  Upon feeling the back of my neck, I was very surprised to find a tight collar on me.  I was even more surprised to feel that part of it was embedded in the back of my neck!  What kind of experiment was this!

After sitting up and looking around, I saw that there were about 30 of us in three different transparent rooms.  I immediately got up and went to the door, but there was just a metal plate there, and even though I pushed as hard as I could, I couldn’t open the door.  I also noticed that some of the other men were beginning to wake up.

“Guess what, guys!” I said to some of the newly awakened men, “It seems that we’ve all had some major surgery done while we were asleep.”  This brought various responses from the nine other guinea pigs in this cell.  I could see some getting angry (like myself), but there were others that just seemed to accept the situation.  How stupid!  I called some of the other “like-minded” individuals over and sat them down. 

“Listen, we need to get out of here,” I began.  “If they don’t let us go right away, I say we break out and head for the nearest police department.  We never signed up to have surgery!”  I was getting angrier by the second.  It was then that I noticed that three women had entered the area of the lab outside the transparent rooms.  One was the good Dr., one was a young blond, and the other was a fiery redhead.  The red haired beauty took the room to my right, and the young blond walked to the room on my left.  Dr. Sanders came up to the door to the chamber I was in.  All three of them touched the metal plate to the individual rooms, and the doors opened.  They then walked into their respective rooms.

“I never signed up for this!” I yelled.  “Some of us want out immediately!”  Her response was simply to smile.

“You signed a contract, so you’ll have to stay for a while,” the Dr. said comely.  I could feel every muscle in my body tense.  Out of the corners of my eyes, I could see that there were other men in the other rooms that were thinking like I was.  I figured all they needed was a catalyst.  We were not going to let some cutesy babe rule over our lives!  I brought up my left hand as fast as I could, and back-handed this little bitch as hard as I could.  I didn’t even bother to wait for her to hit the floor, as I dove for the door before it finished closing.  I heard the other guys behind me subduing the Dr., and I began to run towards the other rooms to help.  I gave one quick look back to make sure that the Dr. was secured.  I watched her hand move towards her belt and press a small button on a “pager.”  Everything slowed down, than faded to black.  I felt myself falling, but in a “floating” type way.  Suddenly, everything became clear again.

To my incredible surprise, everything had become gigantic.  Lab tables became long bridges, and the massive computers became tall buildings.  I quickly estimated that I must be about 4 inches tall.  The ground began vibrating as I turned around to see Dr. Sanders had not been reduced like all the men had.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she began walking out of the middle chamber and towards me.  My legs refused to move as my mind was trying to figure out how this could actually be happening.  As she got closer, my legs finally gave out and I collapsed, looking up at this beautiful giantess.

“Get back in your cell,” she hissed.  Without even waiting for me to move, Dr. Sanders swung her tan leather pump into me, and I flew.  I must have flown 100’, sliding back into the transparent chamber.  The Dr. merely took three steps, and was in there with the ten of us, before shutting the door tight.  I didn’t dare move as I curiously watched her remove her right worn leather shoe, revealing a beautiful, glistening bare foot.  To my horror, she lifted it over me, and then began to set it down.  Everything in my mind screamed “RUN,” but my body was completely frozen in fear.  I saw every wrinkle of her sweaty sole as it slowly lowered onto my body.

The first thing that hit me was the smell.  Seeing that she was wearing the same clothes as when we first saw her, she probably had been wearing these shoes for at least 18 hours in a row.  I immediately tried to squirm out from under her gigantic foot, but the pressure just increased.  I was now pinned, with my head just under her big and second toes, my chest under the ball of her foot, and my legs extending partway along her arch.  Looking up between her toes, I could see that she was seething with anger.  She stared down at me, than moved her toes so that my head was gripped up between her big and second toe.  The stench of her bare sweaty foot was so strong with my head trapped between her toes that I nearly retched.

“To make sure all of you little ones know who is in charge here,” Dr. Sanders began, “I will show you how punishment works around here.”  All the while she was addressing the other guinea pigs, she was kneading my head between her toes, squeezing it until I though my head would pop between this bitch’s toes.  When I realized she had stopped talking, I looked up to see her staring at me.

“You are hereby released from this experiment,” Dr. Marlene Sanders whispered.  She then relaxed her toe-hold on my head, and began to press down with the ball of her sweat covered foot.  I struggled as hard as I could, pushing up on her long giant toes, but my strength was beginning to ebb.  I yelled out I was sorry, but it didn’t seem to appease her any as I felt her soft sole become more and more firm.  I couldn’t see anything but the bottom of her toes, and feel the stifling heat and pressure of this woman’s foot.  I waited for her to lift her foot off me, but instead she just pressed down harder.

I can’t breathe any more, but my mind is still reeling from the horrible stench that became my last breath.  My ribs are cracking... this woman is actually going to squash me beneath her bare foot... I’m not a bug...  CRUNCH…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I couldn’t believed what I had just witnessed.  Admittedly, I had a nasty bruise on my cheek from where one of these subjects hit me, but we had neutralized the situation by shrinking them all down to 4 inches.  That should have been the end of it.  Every man from every chamber just witnessed Dr. Marlene squish a helpless subject beneath her bare foot.  I had to find out what was going on, so I immediately left my chamber.

As Kay Johnson also came out of the far chamber, we both went to the center chamber to talk to Dr. Marlene.  She was just finishing wiping up the remains of Subject 17 as we got there.  She then turned around and came out of the chamber, closing the door.

“I want each of you to take one of the attackers and punish him in a similar fashion.” Dr. Marlene said.  I was stunned.  Could I actually step on a man, crushing him out of existence?  I looked at Kay, and she was smiling, already turning to go back to her chamber.  I obviously wasn’t going to get any help from her.

“I don’t remember which ones attacked me,” I said to Dr. Marlene.  I really didn’t remember who was who, so this wasn’t really a lie.

“Then just pick one,” she said back to me, then walked away to one of the computers.  I knew I couldn’t just step on someone, so I tried to think as quickly as I could.  Then the idea hit me.  It would be risky, but it just might work…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

I think all of us were stunned by watching a grown man (or rather a miniaturized grown man) be crushed beneath a beautiful woman’s foot.  I watched as the Dr. and two assistants had a small conference.  Then Debbie went to her purse, grabbed some tissues, then came towards our chamber.  When we heard the door to our chamber open, we were afraid that something was going to happen to the people here.  I had stayed out of everything, but I wasn’t sure what Debbie’s response would be. 

By this time, all of the guys in this chamber had backed all the way up to the far wall.  We watched as Debbie closed the door behind her and walked towards us, stalking us like a lioness hunts her prey.  In one hand she held some tissues, obviously to clean up after what was to come next.  I glanced in her other hand, and noticed that she was making symbols with it.  Since I had had a class in sign language years before, I began to pay attention to what she was signing.  It turned out, she wanted to know if anyone else knew sign language.  Without thinking, I raised my hand.  That drew this giantess’s attention directly to me.  I just about collapsed in fear.

Debbie’s giant hand reached out to me and picked me up.  It was incredibly soft and warm.  However, all to soon, this 18 year old set me down in front of her black leather flat.  It was at this time that I noticed that she had changed clothes, even though Dr. Sanders hadn’t.  There must have been significant time that had passed while we were all asleep.

As soon as I was set down, I looked up to see her hand signing again.  It seemed she was spelling out a plan.  To my partial relief, she was going to try to save me.  However, if her plan didn’t work, I would most likely become a stain on the sole of a pretty young girl.  This thought was brought home as she removed her leather shoe and placed her cute giant bare foot right on top of me.  Even though my trust in Debbie was improving, I was thinking that she could have come up with a better plan.  Her rubbery, moist sole was very soft, but it smelled of sweat and leather like she had still spent days wearing these shoes.

She reached down as if to position me beneath her bare foot better, but then pushed a packet of Ketchup that she had hidden in the tissues right next to me.  Then, she quickly reached for her belt and hit some buttons on a “pager” she was wearing.  Everything went black for a moment, then suddenly I could see.  The view wasn’t improved.  I had been reduced significantly further, and now was only a half-inch tall, under the arch of Debbie’s titanic toes.  As per her plan, I began to wedge my way between her third and fourth toes.  The smell increased horribly, and I was becoming covered in the sweat and grime that had already accumulated here.  After a little while, everything went black a second time, and the accommodations got more roomy, but the stench didn’t improve.  I positioned myself even further into the crevice between this young woman’s toes.  I had to be only one-quarter to one-eighth of an inch tall.  The enormity of this situation was just stunning as I contemplated that fact that I was actually wedged between the sweaty toes of a young girl.  At least some light filtered down so that I wasn’t completely claustrophobic.

After a little time, I could feel the giant toes move and wedge me even further between them.  Debbie was doing something but I had no idea what it was.  Then suddenly, her toes relaxed, but only for a moment.  Then the light went out and the air got much stuffier.  It appeared I was now trapped inside Debbie’s black leather pump, between two of her toes.  I couldn’t help but cry at my predicament.  I used to be over six feet tall, and now I was inside the shoe of a five-foot tall teenager, wedged into the sweaty, grimy crevice between two of her toes.  However, it still beat the alternative that the other poor guy experienced beneath Dr. Sander’s bare foot…

(***** Chapter 3 *****)

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

Man, what luck.  I was so turned on by what Marlene did to that cocky little prick.  I couldn’t have asked for a better job than the one I had today.  My nyloned feet were beginning to sweat inside my boots as I anticipated feeling a tiny little man struggling for his life inside there within the next couple of minutes.  I walked into my chamber and watched the little bastards run for their lives.  Looking around, I was easily able to pick out which subjects in my group were part of the revolt.  However, this was my chance to see how an innocent person would respond to punishment for something he didn’t do. 

I quickly spotted Subject 3 who was the least aggressive of the bunch.  I could tell he figured he was safe.  I walked over to him and picked him up, much to his surprise.  I liked the sensation I was getting by feeling him shaking in fear in my hand.

“I didn’t do anything!” he yelled up to me, “I tried to talk them out of it!”  How cute.  He actually thinks I care.  To see just how far I could go, I set him down next to my right boot

“Sit down on my boot and don’t move,” I told him.  To my surprise (and enjoyment), he sat right down on the toe of my leather boot.  I then lifted my left boot and pulled it off, revealing my nylon-covered foot.  I knew this wasn’t going to be good for him, since it was almost 5:00 in the evening, and I had been wearing my black dress boots for the entire day.

“Climb in,” I said to him as I laid my boot on its side.  He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and walked towards my boot.  He lifted up the opening, and almost fell over.  I knew it was pretty hot and humid in there, and I knew it probably didn’t smell that good.  It was a credit to this 4-inch man’s willpower that he actually stepped in and began crawling down the shaft.  When I could see that the small bump in the leather shaft had reached the sole of my boot, I picked it up and looked down.  I could see that he had slipped on the moist leather surface of the insole and slid face down towards the toe of my boot. 

“Lay on your back,” I instructed him.  Without any complaints, he rolled over onto his back.

“Please don’t step on me,” I heard him finally beg.  It was a nice thought, but I was way too excited to let this opportunity go by.  Without saying a word, I began putting my foot back into my boot.  As my sweaty nyloned toes touched his legs, I could feel him begin to shake in fear again.  I quickly moved my foot in a little farther, until my toes were on his chest.  This was where it was beginning to get difficult.  These leather boots were meant to be tight on me, but add a 4-inch tall man, and there wasn’t really enough room.  The subject could feel this too, as he began pounding on my toes to get out.  I arched my foot and gave a good shove, which resulted in my foot going the rest of the way in.  I could feel his tiny body crack slightly beneath my sensitive sole.  Actually, the nylons I was wearing made it easier for me to glide over the little slug.  It was exhilarating to feel his tiny, struggling breath through the nylon mesh that encased my foot.

“Please, I don’t want to die in here,” he whispered.  I didn’t blame him, since it had to be worse than hell in there.  The smell, heat, and humidity probably combined to make him nearly go insane.  My excitement, along with his own body heat, caused my foot to begin sweating even more.  Poor guy, he really did absolutely nothing to deserve this.  That’s probably why I’m enjoying this so much.

“Let this punishment be a lesson to all of you,” I said as I began to step down on the boot containing my little victim.  I could feel the sole of my foot mold itself over the subject’s tiny struggling body.  It was amazing it could even offer a little resistance.  I heard him exhale heavily as I forced the little bit of air he was able to get from under my toes out of his lungs.  Then, finally, I felt a tiny crackling of bones against my sensitive nyloned sole before a “popping” sensation.  There was now more room in my boot, and I could feel a liquid substance oozing through my nylons, up between my toes, and along the entire length of my insole.  Subject 3 had become a squishy liquid that was mixing with the sweat from my foot to produce a slightly lubricating substance.  I’d definitely have to put this in my notes. 

Looking around, all the tiny men were completely stunned.  I thought that that was a good way to end out first day.  With a smile and a wave, I walked out of the chamber and left them to themselves.  Poor bastards, they had no idea what was in store for them…

(***** POV – Billy Orion *****)

What a first day…  I saw three guys get killed beneath the feet of three beautiful women.  I wondered if I would ever get the money that was owed to me, but more important, I wondered if I would get out alive.  The red-headed woman that was in charge of my chamber had enjoyed crushing a man inside her boot way too much.  We were all frightened of her, and part of me never wanted to see her again.  The other part couldn’t get past how beautiful she was.

About 8:00 in the morning, we were awakened by this goddess to go to breakfast.  She was wearing a red shirt, black pants, and black ankle boots.  Upon opening up our chamber, she set down a box with a tiny door in it.

“I believe I forgot to tell you how to address me yesterday,” the giantess began.  “You may call me Ms. Johnson, and I assume you will now do whatever I tell you without hesitation.  Since this is your first full day, we’ll begin by having you climb inside this box to go to breakfast.”  None of us wasted any time in getting into the box.  When we were all in, she lifted it up and brought us to another room.  There on a large table, Ms. Johnson set us down, and we could see tiny little tables set up for us.  At the far end of the table, there was another box, labeled “bathroom.”

“You may now get out of the transport box,” Ms. Johnson instructed.  Most of us went straight for the bathroom, since it had been quite a while since we were able to relieve ourselves.  Inside, there were buckets with toilet seats on them, and a second bucket to wash up with.  Towels were also included.  There were 10 stations, but only nine would be used now, since one of our number had been crushed inside Ms. Johnson’s boot.  At least she seemed nicer today.

After going to the bathroom, I ate as much as I could.  Everything was delicious, including pieces of eggs, fruit, and toast.  Water was pretty much what we drank, and before we knew it, we were all feeling much better.  We were then taken back to the main chamber and left there for some time.  I got to know some of the other participants in this experiment, and we seemed to have some stuff in common.  After about 4 hours, Ms. Johnson came back into the chamber.

“One of you will now be needed for the first experiment,” she informed us.  “Do I have any volunteers?”  I figured that I might as well get this over with, so I raised my hand and stepped forward.  Ms. Johnson then took a few steps towards me, until I couldn’t even look up into her beautiful face.  I looked at her black leather ankle boots on either side of me and waited for her to do something.

“Thank you for volunteering, Subject 1,” she said to me.  “Climb onto my boot and hang on.”  I hesitantly walked over to her right boot and climbed onto the smooth leather surface.  There really wasn’t anything to hang onto, so I spread myself out and tried to hug the top of her boot as best I could.  She wasted no time in turning around and began walking out of the room.  It was a roller-coaster ride without any safety precautions.  As she stepped forward, the toe of her boot would crease and I could get a slight handhold, but then once her foot was in the air, there was nothing left, and I just tried to balance.  Luckily for me, it wasn’t long before we got to our destination and stopped.  I was exhausted, but was glad that I could prove that I had what it took to be in this experiment.  Suddenly, I felt her soft fingers wrap around me and lift me onto the table.

“Are you ready?” Ms. Johnson asked.  She seemed so nice today that I felt I would do anything for her.  I looked into her deep green eyes and nodded.  The first thing she did was to tap some numbers on her control that she had on her belt.  I was suddenly one-fourth the size I had been, making me about an inch tall.  Then, she pushed me gently backwards until I was laying down in front of her.  She took a plastic syringe that was next to some chemicals and placed it in a vial of bluish liquid. 

“Hold your breath,” Ms. Johnson whispered as she moved the syringe over me and pressed out a few drops.  I held my breath as the drops impacted my body.  Immediately, there was a stinging sensation all over my body.  Then, my body went completely rigid, and I couldn’t move.

“How do you feel?” Ms. Johnson asked me.  Not only couldn’t I move, I also couldn’t speak.  All I could do is stare up into her gigantic beautiful face.  She then picked me up in her soft hand and set me on the floor.  I was surprised by this, but I was also surprised by the amount of extra sensitivity my body had.  Ms. Johnson looked like a skyscraper as she stared at me lying between her black leather boots.

“I’m going to begin the second part of this experiment,” she began.  I then watched as she crossed her giant legs and pulled off her left leather boot, revealing her beautiful bare foot.  She then put the boot on the table and lowered her bare foot right towards me.  I observed the wrinkles in her sole, and couldn’t help but wonder if this is what the last guy saw before he was crushed in her boot.  Luckily, she didn’t put her foot on top of me, but rather just next to me.  I could still smell the sweat and leather mixture of her foot having been encased in that boot for half a day.

“I want you to try as hard as you can to move,” Ms. Johnson explained.  “I will place my big toe over you and slowly lower it.  Your job is to get out from under it before it crushes you.”  She stated the rules like she was reading instructions for a game of monopoly.  There was nothing I could do, since I couldn’t even protest.  But then I heard movement and into my field of vision came her giant sweaty bare foot, again.  She set it below me, with her big toe extended up and out over my paralyzed body.  I could just see Ms. Johnson’s stunning smile before everything was eclipsed by the underside of her big toe.  Being only an inch tall, I was actually smaller than her giant toe, and it would cover me completely if I wasn’t able to get out.

“Come on, get moving!” Ms. Johnson encouraged.  She sounded like she was trying to be so helpful, but her sweaty toe just kept lowering down towards me.  I kept trying and trying, but I was completely paralyzed.  I could see the ridges of her toe print, but also the dirt that had stuck to her moist skin from inside her boot.  The smell kept getting worse, and finally, I felt the wet rubbery surface of her big toe touch my body.  I couldn’t even turn my head as the soft skin became more and more firm.  I took one more deep breath, which was filled with the stench of this woman’s toes. 

“I guess I’ll have to record that this substance causes total paralysis,” the giantess stated in a scientific tone.  I kept preparing myself for her to lift her toe off of me, but it just stayed resting there.  The heightened sensitivity of my body allowed me to feel pressure all over.

“Well, I guess it’s on to the next experiment,” she said in an almost happy tone.  “It’s a shame that you had to lose at your first game.”  With a giggle, the pressure began to increase again, and I still couldn’t move.  I couldn’t believe I was being crushed by a woman’s big toe.  The strength and power she had over me was complete.  I felt my face and body pressed deeply into the underside of this bitch’s reeking toe.  The pain seems to be amplified from the substance, but then again, I can’t imagine being squished beneath a toe non-painful.  I can’t breathe, and my body is being compressed.  The air is forced from my lungs, and all I can think of is that there is nothing I can do.  I am nothing more that a bug to be squished beneath the big toe of this woman.

“Now I want to feel a good ‘POP’ beneath my toe, OK?” was the last thing I heard.  The pain is becoming so intense that I don’t think I can take anymore.  And there is no place to get oxygen.  I am completely engulfed by the soft, firm flesh of her big toe.  The pressure continues… Everything is going black… POP…

(***** Chapter 4 *****)

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

When I awoke, I couldn’t figure out where I was or what was going on.  I was on a soft surface, and everything was pretty dark.  I rolled over to try to get up, and fell immediately back down.  Every muscle in my body hurt.  I decided to lay here a little while longer, when I began to remember everything that happened.  I had been reduced to an extremely tiny size, and trapped between a teenager’s toes.  I think her name was Debbie.  And then she had put her shoe back on and everything got worse.

I remember the squeezing and pressure of the sweaty walls of flesh on either side of me, and the heat became unbearable.  I also remember that Debbie’s foot became more and more sweaty, and eventually, I slipped down from between her toes and onto the leather surface of the insole of her shoe.  From there, I was tossed around quite a bit, until I made it past her toes and into the “unoccupied” section of the very tip of her shoe.  I had hooked one leg under the edge of the insole, which seemed to be turning up slightly since Debbie had probably worn these shoes for quite a while, no doubt.  However, the movement and the banging around didn’t stop, and I finally passed out.  Now I’m here, wherever here is.

Suddenly, there was a light all around me, and I could see what was going on.  However, I also heard voices nearby, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know who they belonged to.  It appeared that I was in a glass jar of some sort that was covered with a towel.  Inside, I was laying on some folded toilet paper. 

“Come on, Caitlan,” I heard one voice say, “I know my sister has some money stashed in here somewhere.”  I completely froze.  There was nowhere to hide, except under the toilet paper, so I quickly covered up with it.

“All right, Jenna,” I assumed it was Caitlan talking this time, “but let’s hurry up so we can get to the mall, OK?  It’s already 1:00, and I’m not wasting a great summer day like this.  Hey, maybe it’s in that jar.”  My heart froze as I watched through the thin tissue paper as the towel was removed from the jar.  I could make out the fuzzy images of two giant young girls.  They looked to be around 13 years old, with very searching eyes.

“What’s this all about?” Jenna asked as she picked up the jar.  She gave it a good shake, and I just about passed out from the pain.  Unfortunately, I gave a good scream and rolled out from under the toilet paper.  Both girls just stared at me with their mouth’s open.

“My God!” Jenna said.  “That looks like a 4-inch tall man, and it just screamed!”

“Get him out of there!” Caitlan added excitedly, “And let’s get a closer look!”  My body hurt so much that I just laid there as the top of the jar was screwed off and a giant teenage hand reached in and picked me up.  I was immediately set on the floor, between two pairs of bare feet wearing rubber flip-flops.  I looked up to see these two young giantesses immediately sit down and start prodding me.  Jenna looked a lot like her sister Debbie, being blond, cute, rather short (if I were my normal height), and rather thin.  She was wearing a simple white T-Shirt and tan shorts.  Caitlin was pretty as well, but she was taller, had brown hair, and had more of an athletic build.

“So what’s up with you?” Jenna said down to me.  I began explaining what had happened, but I don’t think she could hear me.  She reached down and roughly picked me up.

“You’ll have to talk louder, I can’t hear a word you’re saying,” she said as she brought me up to her ear.  I again recounted all that had happened in the last few days, until finally I was done.

“What did he say?” Caitlan asked.  I got to hear an abridged version of my brief adventure, than both girls fell quiet and just looked at me.  It was very unnerving as I wondered what was going through their minds.

“He’d make a great pet,” Caitlan said finally.  “I wonder what your sister has planned for him?”  I didn’t like the sound of being a pet, but perhaps I could learn something of what Debbie was planning for me.

“She probably is going to bring him back to where she got him and get him back to normal,” Jenna guessed.  “But if we make it looked like he escaped, we might be able to keep him longer!”  At this, Jenna and Caitlan stood up and started to arrange the jar to make it look like it fell over, and that I was “somehow” able to get the lid off.  I decided that it might be in my best interest to actually escape, so I decided to use the time to make a run for the bed.

“No you don’t!” I heard Caitlan say.  I felt a shove from the side as she swept her foot into me.  I flew several feet through the air and landed hard.  I then watched as Caitlan removed her bare foot from her rubber flip-flop and lifted it over me.  I could see the dark pattern of sweat and dirt that had accumulated from wearing the rubber sandals, and every wrinkle of her bare foot stood out as I could do nothing but watch.  Finally, Caitlan’s foot made contact with me, and I cringed.  The smell of rubber and sweat, combined with the soft, moist, rubbery feeling of her sole made me want to fight to escape even more.  However, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t move her foot off of me.  I was stuck with the ball of her foot on my chest, looking up at the underside of her dirty toes.

“Hey, Jenna!” Caitlan called.  “What’s the penalty for trying to escape?”  While we awaited the answer, Caitlan pressed her toes down around my head, trying to pinch it between them.  Luckily, the sweat from between her toes made it difficult to get a grip.  Unfortunately, I was getting the sweat and dirt from between her toes plastered to the side of my head.  The smell was getting to me.

“Now that I’m done with showing my sister that he ‘escaped’,” Jenna said.  “I think we take him into my room and have him clean our feet for us.  After all, he’s about the size of a worm, worms like dirt, and our feet are pretty dirty!”  This was not going to be fun.  Caitlan removed her bare foot from me and picked me up.  She then put her flip-flop back on and walked out of Debbie’s room, followed by Jenna.  I was now at the mercy of two eighth grade girls’ dirty feet. 

I was set down on the floor of another bedroom, which I assumed to be Jenna’s.  Caitlan sat on the bed looking at me while Jenna seemed to be searching for a CD to put into the stereo.  Slowly, Caitlan slipped off her flip-flops and smiled.

“Why don’t you climb onto my sandal and make yourself useful,” she said.  I knew it wasn’t really a question, so I walked over and sat down on the giant rubber sandal.  She gently pushed me onto my back and placed her dirty bare foot on top of me.

“You best get started, since Jenna’s going to want her feet cleaned as well, worm!” Caitlan giggled.  I decided to start licking, and realized that this was not going to be easy.  My first lick was filled with sweat and dirt, and I had a hard time swallowing.  It also had a partial taste of rubber.  I continued licking the ball of Caitlan’s foot, when she pulled it back slightly and pushed her toes around my head.

“You have to get in between, too!”  This brought laughter from both young girls, since Jenna had finished getting the music ready and was now intently watching me lick in between her friend’s toes.  The smell was as bad as I thought it would be, but not as bad as when I was stuck between Debbie’s toes.  However, having to lick the grime from between Caitlan’s toes made me extremely sick.  I knew this was going to take a while.  Before too long, however, the girls were simply talking to each other, and I was left to perform my humiliating job of licking the bare feet of two 13-year-old girls…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

The day was going pretty well, with the morning taken up by feeding the subjects in my chamber.  They all seemed fairly happy with being in my chamber, since they must have realized I saved the life of Subject 24.  To my astonishment, they were all learning to follow my hand signals, so we could communicate secret messages that weren’t recorded by the computers.  They had asked me what happened to number 24, and I responded that he was alive and safe, and that I would try to help them all out.  They seemed very relieved by this.

I looked at the afternoon schedule and saw that Kay was supposed to do a paralyzation experiment, while I was assigned to do a reflex experiment.  Dr. Sanders was to perform a pain-threshold experiment on one of her subjects.  I went to my computer and did some quick research into the nervous systems of my subjects in order to pick out two that were pretty close in reflexes.  It turned out Subjects 27 and 23 would do perfectly, with Subject 27 being the primary one.  With a little luck both of these men would be safe with me tonight.

I went to my chamber and announced that Subjects 23 and 27 were to be part of the next experiment.  They both happily stepped forward, and I gently picked them up.  I walked to the lab that I would be using and sat down in my chair.  I set the subjects down at my feet and explained the experiment.

“This experiment is set to test your reflexes.  I am going to try to place my foot on top of you, while you are to dodge it.  The test will run for two minutes, and then be repeated, but at the reduced height of one inch.”  Both subjects looked fairly determined at this point, since they knew they had to be ready for their chance to escape with me.

“Subject 27 will be the primary, and in case of injury, will be replaced by Subject 23.  Let’s begin.”  I picked up Subject 23 and placed him on the table next to me.  I then removed my right shoe and lifted my bare foot up high so that the subject had a chance to prepare to dodge.  It was also to show him that I had taped a small balloon of fake blood to the bottom of my foot.  With the right timing, it could look like he didn’t make it.  I began the game by slowly trying to pin the little guy beneath my foot.  However, he did show that he had very quick reactions.  I began to move my foot faster and faster, and finally, I trapped him.  However, I must have come down too hard with my heel, because I felt a light crunch as I stepped on his legs.  I moved my foot and found that I had broken his left leg.  At least it hadn’t broken through the skin, but it would definitely need some medical attention.  But there was no time for that now.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to retire you from the experiment,” I said looking down at the four inch man.  I gave him a quick wink as I moved my hand to the size controller on my belt.  I then placed my bare foot over him, but with the balloon next to him.  I hit the control to change his size, and I felt him disappear beneath my foot.  All I could feel now was the balloon, but I knew I had to wait until I felt him by my toes.  Luckily, he must have hobbled pretty fast with that broken leg, because I suddenly felt a tiny tickle between my last two toes.  I reduced the subject further from a half inch to a quarter inch, which allowed him to climb up between my toes.  I knew it probably wasn’t pleasant for him, but it was the only way.  When I felt he was secure, I reduced him down to an eighth of an inch tall to give him a little extra room, while stepping down on the balloon.  It looked great as blood and some solid material (I used some tiny strips of bacon) came out from under my sole.  I wasted no time in wiping up the mess, since I couldn’t afford any of it to go between my toes and possibly drown the little guy I had there.  I only hoped he would survive the rest of the day in my shoe until I got home.

“OK, I guess it’s time for the backup,” I said as I lifted Subject 23 from the table and placed him on the floor.  I moved my chair a little bit, so that we wouldn’t have to conduct the experiment on the bloody spot from before.  I hit the size controller and reduced the subject down to an inch tall.  He looked a little worried, but at least he was determined.  He probably didn’t know how I had pulled off the last trick, and thought I might have crushed his friend.  But he really had nothing to worry about…

(***** POV – Larry Peters *****)

I waited for the experiment to begin, having just been reduced to an inch tall.  I was just staring at Debbie’s well-worn left leather pump, waiting for that giant bare foot to come out.  I was pretty sure everything worked well with Dave Smith who looked like he just got squashed beneath her foot, but I wasn’t entirely sure.  Even if everything went right, he was now trapped inside that leather prison with Debbie’s right sweaty bare foot.  It was hard to imagine that I would soon be inside this teenager’s shoe, probably stuck between her sweaty toes.  However, I guess it’s better than the alternative.

“Let’s begin the second part of this experiment,” I heard her say.  I watched in anticipation as her giant bare foot began to slide out.  Then suddenly there was a noise behind me of a door opening.  I turned around to see Dr. Sanders.

“How’s everything going?” she asked Debbie in a casual tone.  I watched Debbie put her foot back into her shoe.

“I’m just about to start the second phase of the experiment,” Debbie answered.  “There was a small accident with the subject in the first phase, but that is bound to happen.”  Debbie sounded calm, but I could tell she was nervous.

“I know what you mean, I’m just about to start my experiment for today,” Dr. Sanders continued conversationally.  “However, I thought I would check in to see how you are doing.  After all, it can’t be easy being in a graduate level study as an intern fresh out of high school.  I hope that you won’t hesitate to ask any questions if you have any.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Debbie answered.

“Well, don’t let me stop your experiment, I just wanted to watch for a little while,” Dr. Sanders replied as she sat down in a nearby chair.  This made me a little more nervous, but I’ve seen Debbie pull off some amazing slight-of-hand tricks so far.  Debbie then looked down at me, and I could tell she was unsure what to do.  She reached down and removed her shoe, and it looked like she used her finger to remove something from the bottom of her foot and shove back into the toe of her leather pump.

“Let’s begin,” she said again, but this time, her voice was a little shaky.  I watched as she lifted her gigantic bare foot high above me, than brought it down towards me.  I could see the sweat glisten on the ball of her bare foot, along with the wrinkles on her arch.  I dove out of the way, and turned to prepare for more.  Debbie just kept on lifting her foot, and bringing it back down, but it was becoming faster and faster.  I knew I only had to go for two minutes, and I was guessing that Debbie was hoping Dr. Sanders would leave.  However, Dr. Sanders stayed seated, observing the rest of the experiment.  Finally, after I rolled out from just barely being pinned under the sweaty foot, I turned to see it already heading back down towards me.  There was nothing I could do as I reflexively put up my arms to ward off Debbie’s bare sole.

Everything slowed down as she made contact with me, and I was immediately struck by how soft the underside of her bare foot was.  It felt like soft wet rubber, but smelled a whole lot worse.  I was completely immobile, even though she was hardly putting any pressure on me at all.

“Well, you didn’t do as well as I’d hoped,” I heard Debbie say.  “Perhaps the next experiment will prove more worthwhile.”  I felt that she was stalling, and I even heard Dr. Sanders get up to leave.  All I could see were her dark blue high-heeled pumps from my position beneath Debbie’s foot.

“Don’t worry if something happens to that subject, he’s probably not fit enough to continue in this experiment,” I heard Dr. Sanders say.  “Why don’t you dispose of him.”  This got me extremely nervous.  I didn’t want to die, crushed beneath a teenager’s bare foot.  Especially, since I was enduring the horrible smell from my head being stuck slightly under her toes.  I could feel the pressure increase slightly, but I could also feel the heat and sweat increase as this giantess became more and more nervous.

“You’re right,” I heard Debbie say.  “You’ve pretty much wasted my time, you little slug!  Let’s make this a slow one.”  I shuttered as she moved her foot back and gripped me with her giant toes.  My arm was caught between two of them, and my face was pressed between two more.  The smell was extremely bad, but I knew it was about to get much worse as she set me down inside her shoe.  As soon as she let go, I ran towards the toe section.  The air in here just about knocked me out cold, but I knew I had only one shot at staying alive.  I ran past a giant balloon filled with red liquid, and got the idea to push it out of the indentation made by her big toe.  I waited a little bit longer as Debbie began to put her bare foot into her shoe.  As soon as the light dimmed, I pushed hard on the balloon, and it rolled into the indentation made by the ball of her bare foot.  There was nothing more I could do except dive for the farthest reaches of the toe section.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t far enough.

The light went completely out as Debbie finished pushing her foot completely into the worn leather shoe.  I felt Debbie’s toes directly above me, and knew that if she pressed down, I would be nothing but a stain.  Luckily, she felt me there and decided to keep her toes raised as she pressed the ball of her foot down on the balloon.  I could hear her say something muffled to Dr. Sanders, but couldn’t make out what it was.  I felt liquid ooze in around me, but I quickly took a deep breath before I was completely submerged.  The air I got almost burst right back out of my chest.  It reeked of Debbie’s foot sweat and leather.  Luckily, she pulled her foot out quickly, and I climbed a little farther in the toe of the shoe.  I then watched a giant paper towel come into the shoe and wipe out the fake blood that had been spilled by the balloon.  The blood that could have easily been me.  I heard Debbie say good-bye to Dr. Sanders, than a door closed.  Debbie didn’t say a word, as suddenly, everything went dark.  When I could see again, everything was gigantic.  The once crowded shoe looked like a stadium.  It must have been over a hundred yards from the toe of the shoe to the heel.  However, I realized it was still going to be crowded as a shadow fell over the old leather insole, and Debbie began to insert her bare foot.  I crawled all the way to the toe of the shoe and found that there were places to hang on to here.  The sweat from her foot, and the fact that she had probably worn these shoes for years had caused the insole to peel away slightly.  I found that I could easily crawl just slightly beneath the leather insole and be fairly comfortable.  That was, at least, until Debbie’s barefoot began to sweat again, and the air became filled with the stench.  Ah, well, at least I’m alive…

(***** Chapter 5 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I was very excited after leaving Debbie’s experiment, knowing that it was my turn to conduct one.  I quickly made my way to my chamber and looked at all the tiny, 4 inch men below me.  They had been slightly frightened of me this morning, but after breakfast, they seemed to loosen up a bit.  The next subject was going to find out how nice I could actually be.

“It’s time for the next experiment, and I need a volunteer,” I said down to them.  I watched a few men step forward, and I bent down to look at them closer.  I loved to see them try to control their “flight responses” when they are near me.  After looking them over, I decided that Subject 11 would help me today.  I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his frail body and left the chamber.  I immediately went to the chemistry lab to get the experiment underway.  The excitement was killing me!

I sat down at a table and set my little volunteer on the floor between my feet.  I had to fight back the overwhelming urge to just squish him beneath my leather high-heeled pump.  That was OK, though, since this experiment should offer me a release soon enough.

“This experiment will test your pain threshold,” I explained to Subject 11.  “When you can’t take the pain any more, tap your hand on the toe of my shoe, and I will instruct you further.  Also, for this experiment, you will be reduced to an inch tall.”  He looked a little nervous, but said that he understood.  With that, I touched the controls on the size controller and reduced him to an inch tall.  I than took a plastic syringe and filled it with the appropriate liquid.  Bending down, I hovered it over his head and squeezed the liquid out of the syringe, covering the subject from head to toe.  The reaction was almost immediate.

He began screaming uncontrollably while trying to control the shooting pain that was going through every nerve fiber in his body.  I adjusted the speaker on my control unit so that his screaming wasn’t too loud, but loud enough that I could hear if he said anything important.  He withstood the pain for four minutes before running over to my right pump and tapping on the dark blue leather surface.

“Are you sure you want the experiment to end?” I inquired.

“YES!  YES!  Stop the pain!” the little guy yelled up.  I just smiled and removed my right bare foot from my shoe.

“In order for me to stop it, you will have to climb in my shoe,” I told him.

“What?!  Why do I have to do that?!” he questioned.

“There is no room for negotiation,” I told him.  “If you want the pain to stop, you must go into my shoe.”  He hesitated for a moment, then climbed up onto the leather surface and jumped in.  He immediately started screaming more.  I happened to know that the chemical I gave him amplifies the senses astronomically.  I had a feeling he wouldn’t like the smell that was in there, but I knew that there was more to come.  It was also amusing to watch him try to jump back out, but unable to make his muscles move like they used to.

“I now want you to ask me nicely to put my shoe back on,” I calmly told him.

“You’ve got to be crazy!” Subject 11 shouted.  “I want to get out of here!”

“The only way to stop the pain is to follow instructions, so the sooner that you do what I say, the sooner the pain will stop,”  I knew that he had to think about this for a little while, but that it wouldn’t be too long.

“OK!  OK!  Please put your shoe back on!” he screamed.  It was my pleasure as I put my bare foot back into my shoe.  I was so excited by what was happening that I was beginning to break out in a sweat.  I knew that was probably the last thing that he wanted, my sweaty bare foot sealing him into the dank recesses of my leather pump.  As I finished shoving my sweating bare foot in, he began screaming in a brand new frenzy.  This was expected, since the acid from my foot sweat probably felt like it was eating into his skin.  Plus, I could feel his breath right beneath my toes, so I’m sure his sense of smell was also overloading and setting off more pain receptors in his brain.

“The next step is to lick between my toes,” I told him.  This was my favorite part.  I could tell he didn’t want to do it, but by now he also knew that it was the only way to stop the experiment.  Plus, I anticipated that I was going to love the feeling of a tiny little tongue between my toes.  Sure enough, I could feel his tiny head thrust upward between my big and second toes.  He stopped his screaming long enough to lick a few times, before letting out a blood curdling scream as the sweat and grime that he had just swallowed from between my toes activated the stimulated sense of taste.  He choked a couple of times, then yelled once again.

“What’s next!  What’s next!”

“Beg me to step down and squish you beneath my bare foot,” I stated simply.  He screamed again in pain.

“Are you crazy!  I don’t want to die beneath your stinking foot!” Subject 11 yelled back.  I listened to him scream a little longer, then repeated my request.

“There is only one way to stop the intense pain you are going through,” I told him.  “The chemical has created a permanent condition in your body.  The only way to stop it is to end your life.  It is inevitable.  Now, I can wait all day, but the pain will only increase for you.  If you want, I will stop the pain for you, but you have to ask nicely.  I want you to beg me to step down and squish you beneath my ‘stinking foot’ as you so nicely have labeled it.”  My explanation wasn’t entirely true.  Actually the chemical had a life span of about 10 minutes, and it had been about 8 minutes already.  I was hoping he wouldn’t try to wait too long.  Unfortunately, he continued to scream and wiggle pinned between my sweaty sole and the wet leather of my insole.  I began to get disappointed.

“Alright!  Alright!  I beg you to step on me inside your shoe and squish me beneath your bare foot!” He cried.  This was close, only about 30 seconds to go.  I wondered if I could push it even farther.

“Lick between my toes one more time, and I will grant your wish!” I told him quickly.  I once again felt his little head thrust upwards between my second and third toes this time and give a good couple of licks.  With ten seconds left in the chemical duration, I tilted my foot back and let him slide beneath the ball of my foot. 

“It’s a shame you gave up so early,” I quickly said to him.  “If you could have held out for a few more seconds, the chemical reaction would have stopped.  Oh, well, I’ll still grant you your wish!”  I then slowly pressed down.  I heard a few sobs coming out of him, but soon there was muffled silence.  It was an incredible sensation to feel the moist flesh of my bare foot mold around the struggling tiny little creature before feeling him finally burst and squish beneath my weight.  I continued to press down and flatten Subject 11 while I took a final reading on the clock.  There had only been two seconds left.  I practically had an orgasm right there, knowing that if the little bug had held out for a little longer, he would have lived.  I couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

After three hours, I had adequately cleaned the sweaty grime from the bare feet of these two girls, and Jenna was nice enough to clean me up in the bathroom and give me some water.  I couldn’t stomach any food, even though I hadn’t eaten in a day or two (anything that was not dirt and grime).  Jenna went back to her room and laid down on the bed with me on her stomach.  It was firm and had a very relaxing rising/falling pattern.  Before I knew it I was falling asleep.

I woke up when I heard a door slam.  I was probably only asleep for a half hour or so, but Caitlan and Jenna looked extremely tense.

“My sister’s home,” Jenna whispered.

“So what are we going to do?” Caitlan asked.  Jenna quickly picked me up and moved towards her closet.

“I have to hide him for now,” she began, “but I have a plan to have Debbie let us keep him.”  Caitlan seemed pretty happy about this, though my heart sank a little.

“I better go,” Caitlan said.  “Bye.”  She then left the room, and I could hear her footsteps get softer and softer before I heard the door to the house close.

“Well, I better find you a little home,” Jenna said with a smile.  My disappointment was growing as I watched her look through her piles of shoes in her closet.  Finally, she picked up a pair of very worn light-blue leather moccasins.  She took them over to her desk and got some tape out of the drawer.

“I need to make sure you aren’t going to escape,” Jenna explained.  She then wrapped tape around my entire body except for my head (like a mummy).  There was no way I was going anywhere, since I couldn’t move a muscle.  She picked me up and shoved me head first into her leather moccasin.  Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to notice that I was face down, and I was barely able to breathe.  She then grabbed her shoes and placed them high up in the closet.  It was dark, but I could still see a little bit around the interior of Jenna’s shoe.  It had been well worn, and my face was shoved right into the indentation made by her third toe.  The leather had been worn hard and smooth, but was also caked with dirt from the pressure created by her toes.  The smell was a lot better than it could have been, since she obviously hadn’t worn these for a little while.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” I heard her say.  Then the door to her bedroom closed and I was back in my own little world.  I was wondering what she was going to say to Debbie that might cause me to become a pet to these two eighth grade girls.  I was hoping Debbie wouldn’t give in and would actually try to return me to my normal height.  Well, all I could do was wait until Jenna came back with the answer…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

After the experiment, the day seemed to drag on.  I was very nervous about the tiny subjects I had in my shoes.  This, of course, probably only made things worse for them, since my feet were sweating horribly.  I tried to give them some fresher air by pulling my bare feet part way out of my flats, but I couldn’t do much more than that.  Luckily, the experiment was conducted later in the day, so I only had a few hours before going home.  I tried to make these pass quickly by completing the reports that were required for the experiment, as well as getting ready for the upcoming experiments.

Finally 5:00 rolled around, and I was able to go.  I was very careful driving home, since I didn’t want the little man in my right shoe to fall beneath my foot on the accelerator and get crushed.  Before I knew it, I was pulling into my driveway.

I quickly walked to my bedroom and sat down on the bed.  I gently brought my feet part way out of my shoes and typed in the number for Subject 27.  I increased his size from 1/8 of an inch to ¼ of an inch, and I felt a slight pressure between my toes.  I waited to see if he would crawl out himself, but I didn’t feel any movement.  I gently lifted my right bare foot out of my shoe and placed my heel down on the floor.  Separating my last two toes, I could see the tiny man stuck there.  I gently shook my foot, and he slowly slid down and dropped the short distance to the floor.  I wasted no time in enlarging him to 4 inches in height and picking him up.  He smelled pretty bad, but that only made me realize that it was my fault for the smell.  I was very relieved to see his chest rising and falling, even though his leg was bent at an odd angle from where I broke it.

I set him back on the floor and enlarged Subject 23 to a ¼ of an inch.  I didn’t feel any pressure between my toes, so I removed my foot and picked up my left shoe.  I couldn’t see anything, so I told the subject to come out if he could.  Still nothing.  I enlarged the subject to ½ inch, and gently shook my shoe.  I was glad when I finally saw 23.  I felt bad for him as he slowly slid down the wet leather insole of my shoe, though.  As soon as he got to the heel, I tipped him out onto my hand and set him on the floor.  I then enlarged him to 4 inches as well.  Thank goodness that he, too, was breathing on his own.  I had saved two more people today.  I looked over at Subject 24, whom I had saved earlier, and was very surprised to see the jar tipped over and no sign of him.  It was then that the door to my room opened and my little sister came in.

“I found your little friend,” Jenna began.  “Oh, WOW!  You have more!”  she finished as she saw the two subjects lying next to my feet.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I told her.  “This is top-secret stuff, and we could all get in lots of trouble if anyone found out about this.”  I was hoping she would understand.  Unfortunately, she understood a little too well.

“I won’t tell anyone, if I can keep one as a pet!” Jenna offered.

“We can discuss that later,” I tried to delay the inevitable, “but for now I need you to help me clean these two up.”  I then gently picked up Subject 27 and walked towards the bathroom.

“Hey!” Jenna called after me.  “This guy smells horrible!”

“That’s because I had to transport them in my shoes while I was wearing them,” I whispered loudly back.  I then began cleaning this subject off, and then used some band-aids to try to fix his leg.  Jenna gently cleaned the other subject, then dried him off.  Both of us went back into my room to talk.

“OK,” I began, “how about you help me take care of all of them.  It will be our little secret, and it will be like you have three pets.  Actually, you might be able to have up to 10 when all this is over.”  She seemed excited.

“Great!” Jenna yelled.  “I’ll go get the other one, then we can figure out where to keep them.”  She then went back into her room and got the other one.  He was covered from the neck down in tape, so he couldn’t even move.  There was no way he would escape any more.  At this point, the two other subjects woke up and began to want to know what was going on.

“I don’t really have time to tell you all everything,” I told them.  “Right now you are safe and out of the university.  I intend on finding a way to change you back to your full height, but right now 4 inches tall is the maximum I can make you.  Only Dr. Sanders can change the threshold.”  They seemed to understand, so I continued.

“I am going to reduce you further so that I can keep you hidden while you are here.  One inch tall should do it.”  With that, I reduced them down to one inch in height.  Jenna just gasped in amazement.

“To keep you hidden, I’m going to put you all into one of my boots,” I explained.  “You can all stay in one of them, and I will stuff some nylons down the shaft a little way in order to make sure bugs don’t come down.  And don’t worry, I haven’t worn those boots for quite a while.”  I then picked the three of them gently up in my hand and went to the closet.  I spotted my leather dress boots and lowered all three down into the left one.  Walking back to my dresser, I grabbed some clean nylons and crumpled them up.  Finally, I shoved them down the shaft to make a nice little barrier.  There was no way that anyone would guess what was in my boot.

“OK, Jenna,” I said as I turned towards my little sister.  “I want you to take good care of these guys while I’m gone.”  She nodded happily and left the room.  I immediately began plotting how I was going to save the rest of my group…

(***** Chapter 6 *****)

(***** POV – Charles Plum *****)

Well, today started like all the rest, except that we were beginning to feel more comfortable dealing with Ms. Johnson.  As we were eating breakfast, she explained that Billy Orion had been placed in a different holding chamber after the last experiment concluded.  In this way, a subject couldn’t be in two experiments in a row.  This made us all feel a whole lot better, and I was thinking that perhaps this would be a good day to volunteer and get it over with.

After breakfast, we were set back in our chamber to await today’s experiment.  This is how it always was, since the experiments didn’t seem to take place until late afternoon.  Some of the other guys were coming up with conspiracy theories that something was horribly wrong here, but I really didn’t see it.  Sure some people died on the first day, and I probably should have been one of them.  But Ms. Johnson was such an attractive woman, I couldn’t help but believe she would never harm any of us now that she had gotten to know us.

Afternoon came and in walked our red-headed goddess.  She was dressed in professional clothes, like usual, and this time she was wearing black loafers with nylons.  Man she was hot!

“Do I have any volunteers for today’s experiment?” Ms. Johnson inquired.  I stepped forward along with two other guys, and she bent down to see which of us she wanted.  It was a fantastic sight as that giant body crouched down as if a building were toppling over (but with a lot more gracefulness).  After observing a few seconds, she reached down and picked me up.  Her giant hand was so soft and warm, I just melted right into it.  I watched the ground roll by at high speeds as Ms. Johnson left the chamber and went into a lab.  She then set me on the table.

“Today’s experiment is about finding your pain threshold,” she began.  “I will place a chemical on you, and when you can’t take the pain any more, you let me know.  Let’s make this a little more fun, though.”  I watched as she removed her right black leather loafer and began to unroll her knee-high nylon.  Then, she touched the controller on her belt, and everything went dark.  When I could see again, I was only a half-inch tall.

“When the pain gets too much, just jump off the table into my little net here, and I’ll instruct you from there.”  That didn’t sound too bad, though I wish she could have me jump into something a little fresher.  She set down my little “net” next to me as she got the chemical ready, and I could tell that she had been wearing these all day.  At least it was better than jumping into her shoe!

“Are you ready?” Ms. Johnson asked when she had the chemical in the syringe.  I nodded and watched as she squirted the chemical on top of me.  The pain began immediately, and I was almost unaware of seeing Ms. Johnson set down the chemical and pick up my little net.  I tried to hold out, since I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of wimp or something, but it felt like every nerve I had was on fire.  After about 6 minutes, I ran to the edge and jumped into the net.

“Now you have to ask me to put my nylon back on!” I thought I heard Johnson say.  I was thinking why would I want her to do that!  It had seemed like the smell from her nylon had already intensified, and I didn’t think I wanted to get any closer to her bare foot. 

I shook my head and screamed, “NO WAY!”  She just looked down at me and smiled.

“If you really want the pain to stop, I highly suggest that you follow every step in this experiment,” the bitch said calmly.  How dare she keep the pain going, when I clearly indicated I wanted it to end. 

Fine, I figured I had to play along, so I did what she asked.  “Please put your nylon back on your foot!”  I watched as her giant toes appeared over the edge of my net.  She wasted no time in pressing me into the softness of the ball of her foot.  However, the pain only increased!  The smell of her moist skin made my head hurt, and the touch of it actually felt like it was burning my skin.  I tried to wiggle free, but this evil giantess had pulled her nylon on so tight it felt like a wire mesh was cutting into my back.  I felt her flip her foot over, and I turned my head to look at her.

“Listen, bitch!” I yelled, “I want you to stop this experiment right now!”  She just stared down at me with a pleasurable smile on her face.  This sadistic woman than put her finger on my back and pressed me farther into her sweaty, stinking sole.  As the soft flesh yielded slightly, more sweat seemed to get on my skin, and I felt like I was on fire.  Finally, she let up.

“Now ask me to put my shoe on,” this she-devil stated softly.  I knew that she probably just wanted to get some of her fantasies indulged at my expense, so I figured I had better play along quickly so that she would be finished quicker.

“Please put your shoe back on!” I hissed through my teeth.  I figured it couldn’t be too much worse in her shoe than what I was going through here.  To my surprise, it was much worse.  I turned my head to see the soft leather insole of her black loafer approach.  It was still covered by a thin film of Johnson’s foot sweat, which I realized was probably going to hurt.  As I touched the wet surface of the insole, the light film of sweat came through the nylon mesh and began burning my skin.  I screamed in pain, but that was only until this bitch shoved her foot all the way into her shoe.  As I breathed in for another scream, the horrible reek from the toe section of her shoe caused me to start coughing.  My head was pounding, my skin was burning, and I just wanted this to stop.  What kind of experiment had I volunteered for!?

“We’re almost done here,” I heard her voice through the leather of her shoe.  “Quickly lick my foot.”  This was too much, but I knew I couldn’t take much more of this.  I figured she wouldn’t even feel it, since I was only a half inch tall, but I did it anyway.  I gave a good lick, and the sweat from her bare foot went down my throat and burned like I was drinking acid.  I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t breathe, I could only cough. 

“That was very nice,” I heard.  “Now listen carefully.  This chemical is permanent, and you will continue to experience pain for the rest of your life.  The only way to stop it is for me to end your life.  When you are ready for me to do that, just ask me to step down, and I will gently squish you beneath my foot.”  What the hell was she thinking!?  What kind of experiment has the person die at the end!?  And how do you squish someone gently!?  The last thing I wanted was to be squished inside this bitch’s loafer encased in her stinking nylon!  However, her foot began to sweat more as it anticipated crushing its prey beneath it.  This woman looked to be only about 26 years old, and she was going to end my life!  I’m 37 years old, and I will not become a stain in the filthy shoe of some 26 year old sadistic bitch!

“FUCK YOU!!!” I yelled.  My mind began to swirl, and I became delirious from the acidic, stinking sweat of this woman’s bare foot.  I couldn’t take any more of this.

“Fine!” I screamed.  “Please squish me beneath your reeking foot!”  It was at that moment that everything stopped hurting.  I was amazed at how fast I went from intense pain to feeling completely normal.  It still smelled bad inside Johnson’s shoe, especially shoved deep into the bottom of her soft, wet bare sole by her tight nylon, but not nearly as bad as it had.

“Wait!” I quickly yelled.  “I think I’ll be OK!”

“I doubt that,” I heard this cruel woman whisper.  “I will follow through with your first wish.  Prepare to become paste beneath my foot!”  I took in a foul smelling breath as I was preparing to yell again.  However, the pressure began to increase, as I was pressed into the soft leather insole beneath the nylon mesh at my back.  The wet, sweaty flesh of her bare foot molded itself around me like a wet rubber blanket.  This 26 year old bitch was actually going to crush me like a worm in her leather loafer.  How dare she!  I pushed back, but the soft bottom of her foot was becoming firm, especially for a half inch tall man.  I’m trapped!  I can’t breathe!  I’m stuck inside this bitch’s nylon, pressed into the ball of her stinking bare foot with the very soft, wet leather insole at my back.  I’m not a worm that crawled into this shoe!  The last thing I hear is a soft chuckle, along with the cracking of my bones…  then… SQUISH.

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

Another long day at the University, but at least I’ll have a few days off after tomorrow.  I made a plan last night to save today’s subject, and I was really hoping it would work.  It was nice to have all the subjects in my chamber excited to see me in the morning, hoping that I would be able to save them today.  I knew I wouldn’t have any trouble with volunteers.

I took all of them to breakfast, then later to lunch.  There really wasn’t much for them to do, since all the experiments were held in the afternoon.  This was actually advantageous since the little man I saved would remain in my shoe for a smaller amount of time.  Unfortunately, I knew my feet probably didn’t smell that good by the time of the experiment.  Oh, well, it’s a tradeoff which I’m sure they can make the best of.

“So, who wants to volunteer today?” I asked as I entered the chamber.  I wasn’t surprised as all of them raised their hand.  I chose Subject 21 and walked to the lab.  This one actually looked pretty easy, since it was a paralyzation experiment.  The trick was going to be to paralyze the subject only a little bit, so that he would be able to move as my foot came down on him.  Unfortunately, things never work out exactly as planned. 

“Good afternoon, Debbie,” I heard Dr. Sanders’ voice say as I entered the lab.  “I hope you don’t mind if I observe your experiment today.  I have to write up your evaluation, and it’s just a formality that I have to observe you now and then.”  My heart sank.  I tried to look excited, but my thoughts were in trying to figure out how to save this little subject in my hand.

“Sounds great!” I lied enthusiastically.  I then took Subject 21 and set him on the floor between my feet.  He looked mildly nervous, but still trusted me to save him.

“The experiment today,” I instructed the subject, “is simply a paralyzation test.  I will give you a chemical that will paralyze you, and you must try as hard as you can to move.  For this experiment, you will be reduced to an inch tall.”  I quickly tapped in the code to shrink the subject down to an inch, so I couldn’t make out his facial emotions.  I couldn’t look the little guy in the eyes knowing what I would most likely have to do to him.  I got the chemical ready and bent down to place some drops on him.  Looking into his tiny eyes, I could see that he expected everything to work out just fine…

(***** POV – Jacob Sullivan *****)

I was both excited and scared as Debbie covered me with the chemical droplets.  I knew that she would come up with something to save me, even though the Dr. was in the room observing.  After all, the Dr. wasn’t observing that closely, so I wasn’t worried at all.  As soon as the chemical hit me, I felt all my muscles lock up, and I fell over onto my back.  Debbie then lifted up her left foot and removed her leather pump that she had worn everyday to save us.  She then set her shoe on the table and raised her sweat covered foot over me, resting on her heel with the rest of the foot at an angle above me.

“The rules are simple,” Debbie explained to me.  “I’m going to slowly lower my foot.  You are to try to get out of the way as much as you can.  To make sure you try your best, I have to let you know that my foot will continue to lower even if you don’t move away, possible crushing you beneath it.”  All I could see were the soft wrinkles of her glistening sole above me.  I could already smell her bare foot from here, but I was trying to see if she was giving me any instructions with sign language.  But the bottom of her foot was all I could see.

“Let’s begin,” Debbie stated calmly.  I was extremely frightened now, since I didn’t know what to do.  There was no indication that she was actually going to save me.  I tried to move, I tried to yell, but there was no response from my body.  All I could do was watch as the soft, smooth ball of her left bare foot got closer and closer.  It looked like I would be positioned almost exactly beneath it.  The smell kept getting worse and worse, and I began to wonder if I was destined to be stepped on by this 18 year old girl.  When her bare sole finally pressed against me, I wasn’t even able to shudder at the warm, rubbery contact.  My head was positioned beneath her toes, allowing me to look upwards between her first and second toes to see her giant pretty face.  This actually made me feel better, since I figured she would now give me instructions to save me, even though I couldn’t move.  Sure enough her hand moved, and Debbie at last gave me instructions.  “I’m sorry,” was all she spelled out.

“Well, since you didn’t move,” she said in a determined voice, “I have to follow through with my threat.  Good-bye.”  I know that she doesn’t want to step on me, but I am not comforted by it.  Debbie is hesitating, trying to decide if there is any way out for this, or perhaps just because she hasn’t crushed anyone before.  However, what she is failing to realize is that the smell is horrible from my vantage point, and I just wish she would do something.  All I can do is stare upwards and breathe in the sweaty smell from beneath her toes.  Her foot suddenly slides forward slightly, wiping more foot sweat over me, before settling down again on top of me.  My entire body is now directly below the soft, sweaty, ball of her bare foot, and the stench is mind numbing.  The soft flesh of her sole begins to firm up and surround me as the pressure increases.  I know that there is nothing to be done as I realize I am about to be reduced to a paste beneath this 18 year old’s bare foot.  I never in my wildest nightmares believed I would die by being stepped on by a 5’ tall teenager’s sweaty foot.  The air is forced from my lungs, and I can’t breathe anymore.  The pressure continues to increase, and all goes dark… intense pain… CRUNCH.

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I couldn’t believe what I just did.  I had just squished a human being beneath my bare foot.  It felt strange, like stepping on a grape or something.  However, my stomach just churned with the idea that this tiny man had trusted me, and his last moments in this life were beneath my sweaty foot.  I wish I had done this experiment in the morning, so it may not have smelled as bad for him.  I could have also worn different shoes instead of my old ones.  But there was nothing to do now but clean up the mess.  Poor guy.

“Nice work on the experiment,” Dr. Sanders complimented as she got up to leave.  “Don’t worry about the subject, that’s all just part of the tests.”  After she left, I lifted my bare foot and looked at the bottom.  There was subject 21, stuck to the bottom of my smooth sole.  At least I couldn’t see his face, since it had been crushed facing into my foot.  With a few swipes of a paper towel, the tiny little man was cleaned up and there was no evidence that he was ever here.  I was hoping this wouldn’t have to happen again…

(***** Chapter 7 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

After watching Debbie’s experiment, I was all geared up for mine.  After all, we had a few days off before the really fun experiment began.  I couldn’t wait!  But for now, I had to pick out two little subjects.  As I walked into the chamber, I was surprised at how excited they were to see me.  It seemed that by telling them the subjects that already went through an experiment were being held in another chamber was really working.

“I need two volunteers for today’s experiment,” I said to them.  Sure enough, all of them raised their hands.  I already knew which ones I wanted to take based on their profiles in the computer.  Subjects 13 and 15 seemed to have the best reflexes of the group. 

“OK, to start with, each one of you jump onto the toe of my shoe and hang on,” I instructed the tiny men.  They both jumped onto the toe of my tan leather pumps and held on tight.  I even felt the left one hanging on to my nylon, which I hoped wouldn’t put a run in it.  Without worrying about the subjects’ predicament, I walked casually to the lab and sat down.

“You may both get off now,” I told them and watched as both of them climbed off my shoes, a little tired but still intact.  “The experiment today will test your reflexes.  I will remove one of my shoes and try to pin you underneath my foot.  You are going to try to make sure that doesn’t happen.  To make sure you do your best, I want you to know that I will squish anyone I catch beneath my foot.  You have to avoid my foot for two minutes.  Subject 13 will go first.”  It was interesting to watch how they were no longer as enthusiastic about helping me with the experiment.  They had both fear and doubt in their little faces.  It almost looked like they didn’t believe I would actually step on them if they failed.  How wrong they were!  I slowly removed my right foot from my shoe and watched as Subject 13 became even more nervous. 

“3… 2… 1… Go,” The experiment started and Subject 13 got into his “ready” stance.  I lifted my nylon covered foot into the air and brought it down, but he easily jumped out of the way.  I wonder what he was thinking as he looked at my soft wrinkled sole encased in my nylons.  He probably was just hoping not to get too close a look.  As the experiment continued, I became more serious in trying to catch this little 4 inch man beneath my foot.  At first I didn’t want to stomp down too hard, since I wanted to feel his body slowly squish.  However, as time ran on, I just wanted to step on this little prick.  It was amazing to see how agile he really was.  He would jump, flip, and roll in almost super-human ways.  I came really close at times, but he always managed a last second “save.”  Surprisingly, just when I thought I would be able to get him, the timer rang.  Two minutes were up.

“Well, that was very good!” I congratulated Subject 13.  “You can rest now, while Subject 15 goes for his turn.  However, for the second part of the experiment, the participant has to be reduced to an inch tall.”  Even though I was disappointed at the results of the first part of the experiment, I was filled with excitement looking at Subject 15’s face.  He couldn’t believe that he would have to do everything Subject 13 did, but having my foot be 4 times larger in every direction…

(***** POV – Shane Barrett *****)

I didn’t believe I had heard the Dr. correctly until everything became 4 times larger than it had just been.  I had watched with fascination as Peter jumped and tumbled past Dr. Sander’s nyloned foot.  We had guessed at first that she was only kidding about squishing us beneath it, until she was actually stomping down as fast and as hard as she could.  Peter was still exhausted, lying down a few feet away.  Now I was faced with the daunting task of trying to keep myself out from under this soft giant foot.  But to my surprise, she put her right shoe back on.

“Don’t worry, I just want to be fair,” Dr. Sanders said down to me.  “My right foot is a little tired, so you get to try to avoid my left.”  Great!  I wonder if it also dawned on her that her right foot had probably aired out a little, but her left one was still quite sweaty.  I guess that was even more motivation not to get caught under it.  I can’t imagine being crushed beneath a sweaty, nyloned foot.  But now was not the time to imagine anything as I watched the giantess remove her left foot from her tan leather pump.

“3… 2… 1… Go,” the Dr. started my part of the experiment.  I looked up as she raised her giant left foot.  My entire body was filled with such fear that it could hardly move.  I just stared in fascination at the soft bare sole encased in the cloud of nylon.  Only at the last instant was I able to dive aside, with the wind from her foot sending me flying several feet.  I felt my leg snap as I landed, and rolled over to see the beautiful giantess’s face as she moved her left foot into my field of vision.

“I think I broke my leg!” I yelled up at her.  I saw the colossal foot pause for a moment, than resume a slow pace downward towards me.  I figured she may have wanted to frighten me a little more, and it was indeed working.  I watched as the long giant toes came slowly down above my head as the smooth, silky ball of her foot settled directly on top of my chest and body.  The beauty of it quickly diminished as I was hit by the smell.  I lay perfectly still despite every impulse in my body that told me to try to break free.  My hope rested in the fact that she would see that I was incapable of running (due to my broken leg) and call off the experiment.  After all, it had only lasted about five seconds.

“It’s too bad about your leg,” I heard her say.  “But, in a few seconds, you won’t need to worry about it.  Since you didn’t keep up your end of the experiment by dodging my foot, I feel it only necessary to remove you from participating in any more tests.”  Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief.  Even though breathing was fairly difficult from the sweaty stench coming from her nylon-covered foot.  I was going to be leaving this experimental nightmare with only a broken leg, and maybe a broken spirit.

“I will now lower my foot to the floor and complete the experiment by feeling your tiny body squish beneath my toes,” the Dr. finished.  I can’t believe what she just said.  She is actually going to step on me?

“Please don’t squash me!” I yell.

“Good-bye,” she whispers.  Then I feel myself pressed deeper into the soft, silky flesh of her nylon-covered foot.  I notice the smell get momentarily worse, but then all the air is pressed from my lungs.  I try to struggle, but there is no winning against the strength and weight of this giant, sweaty foot.  I can’t believe I am being crushed beneath the nyloned foot of a woman like a bug.  This isn’t fair!  I can’t breathe… SQUELCH.

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I just stared down at my foot, feeling the fluids of Subject 15 slowly seep between my toes.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Subject 13 completely frozen, wondering what to do.  I could practically feel his fear.  After pressing down a little harder and wiggling my toes, I decided I might as well clean up the mess and get on with what was next.  I grabbed a towel and cleaned off my foot and the floor as best I could.  My nylons were ruined, but it was definitely worth it.  After removing my knee-high nylons from both of my feet, I looked back down at Subject 13.  What an unlucky number.

“Well, since you were the best, I think I’ll give you a choice,” I explained to the tiny man.  “I can step on you with my shoe, which would be rather quick and probably more pleasant than my big, sweaty foot.  Or I can shrink you down further, and you can use your fantastic reflexes to try to stay alive in my shoe.  Which to you want.”  I actually wasn’t sure which choice he would take.  After all, who would want to try to survive in the shoe of a giant woman?

“How small will I become if I go in your shoe?” he asked.  I figured I’d give him a fighting chance.  Besides, this would be a great pre-test for the Longevity Experiment to be held next week.

“I think I’ll make it 1/8^th of an inch,” I told him.  “That should give you some safe places in my shoe.”

“Some choice!  I guess I’ll choose to try to survive in your stinking shoe than!” Subject 13 yelled.  He looked pissed, but he might actually survive for a little while in there.  I removed my right bare foot from my tan leather pump and nodded for him to crawl in.  I was becoming more excited by the second watching this 4 inch tall man crawl into my shoe.  I touched the control and watched him dwindle out of sight.

“I’ll give you to the count of 10 to find a safe haven,” I told him.  I then proceeded to count to 10.  I tried to count slow enough so that he had a chance to find a safe place.  After all, I didn’t want him to be squished immediately.  When I got to 10, I slowly placed my bare foot into my shoe.  I kept waiting to feel a tiny crunch, but I figured I wouldn’t even feel that if I squished him.  Finally, my entire foot was in my shoe and the excitement really hit.  I actually had a man trying to survive in my shoe, and I didn’t have to worry about squashing him.  Without a worry for Subject 13, I walked out of the lab as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  I knew this was going to be an exciting few days…

(***** POV – Larry Peters *****)

The past few days have been the most unusual of my life.  I couldn’t believe I had volunteered for an experiment in which I was shrunk down and almost killed inside a girl’s shoe.  And now I was an inch tall, in the same girl’s boot, with two other adult men.  This was just getting better and better!  I figured it had to be the next day by now, and I was awaiting Debbie’s sister to “take care” of us.  I was hungry, and I had to go to the bathroom.

“Time to get up!” I heard the girl (I think her name is Jenna) yell.  With that, the giant balled up nylon was removed from the shaft of the boot, and all three of us were dumped onto the floor.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed two pairs of giant feet in front of me, a pair of sandaled feet and a pair of soft soled moccasins.  Upon looking up, the sandaled feet belonged to Jenna, but the others belonged to a taller (by giant standards), brown haired girl.

“This is Caitlan,” Jenna said for an introduction. 

“Wow,” Caitlan exclaimed.  “They are so tiny now.  This is going to be a fun day!”  I wondered what she meant by that, but their giant hands came down and picked the three of us up.  Jenna took Jason and myself, while Caitlan carefully took Josh, since he had a broken leg.  Luckily everything went smoothly through our bathroom break and eating breakfast.  Actually, it was more like lunch, since we had been left in the boot until around 11:00.  After everything was done, it was around noon when we were taken back to Jenna’s bedroom.

“So, you said your sister actually had these guys in her shoe?” Caitlan asked.

“Yeah,” Jenna replied, “that’s how she got them home.  She actually wore them in her shoes all day.”

“They must be able to take a lot of punishment,” Caitlan theorized.  “Do you think we can see what it’s like to walk around with them in our shoes?”  At this I began to get really nervous.  It appeared that they didn’t realize that we had been shrunk to an extremely small size.

“Sure, I suppose we can give it a try!” Jenna agreed.  As soon as Jenna set me down on the floor, I took off running.  There was no way I was going to have either of these two young teenagers step on me.

“Well, here’s our first volunteer, now!” I heard Jenna say behind me.  Before I made it under the dresser, I saw her giant fingers wrap around me, and I was immediately picked up.  Her hand was soft and warm, but before too long it opened up, and I was deposited onto her sandal.

“I won’t survive if you step on me!” I yelled up.  Both of them just smiled down at me.

“Listen!” Caitlan yelled excitedly.  “He’s squeaking!  Apparently he doesn’t want to ride in your sandal!”  They laughed as I watched Jenna shift her foot and suddenly her giant big toe came across my body.  The smell wasn’t good, and I could see the dirt that had built up since she last washed her feet (probably yesterday).  It was hard to believe I was being held in place at the heel of a girl’s sandal by the soft big toe of a teenager.  As I was held in place, she grabbed a piece of tape with her free hands and tore off a piece.  I looked over to see what she had done with Jason and found him to be only a few feet away, wondering what to do.

“They’re all squeaking, now,” Caitlan told Jenna.  Sure enough, Jason was also trying to get their attention, as was Josh who was being held in Caitlan’s hand.  Unfortunately, without the speaker on Debbie’s controller there was no way for them to hear us unless one of them held us up to their ear.

“This should hold him,” Jenna said as she lifted her toe and placed the tape across my chest.  I tried to get myself out of the indentation made by her heel, but the tape held me in place.

“I want to feel mine wiggle beneath my toes,” Caitlan said as she removed her dirty white moccasin and dropped Josh in.  With his broken leg, he wasn’t going anywhere.  Caitlan than tilted her shoe so that he slid down to the toe section.  Her giant, sweaty bare foot followed close behind.

“This feels neat!” Caitlan exclaimed.  “I could walk around all day with him in there!”  I knew he wouldn’t last much past a single step.  But I couldn’t worry about that any more as I looked up to see Jenna’s colossal bare foot moving into the sandal.  I saw her dirty toes pass over, followed by her pale, wrinkled sole.  It was then that her soft heel stopped directly above me and began to lower down.  I struggled again, but there was nothing to be done since the tape held me firm.  Just this morning, I had been thankful I was alive, and now I was going to be crushed by the heel of a 13 year old.

“I think I’m ready to try this!” Jenna said excitedly.  The touch of her soft, warm heel is actually not that bad.  It smells like foot sweat, and it covers my entire body.  But the soft flesh continues to come down, and it’s now firming up as it encompassed my entire body.  Everything is now dark, and the air is beginning to smell much worse.  But as the last breath is forced from my lungs, I no longer have to worry about that.  My only thought is that I am being crushed beneath the soft, dirty bare foot of a pretty girl half my age.  And she doesn’t even realize that what she is doing is going to kill me.  The pain continues to grow as I feel my ribs compress and snap… there is nothing to do… the giant heel wins… POP.

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

I couldn’t believe I was now beneath the wet, smelly toes of a giant girl.  The soft leather of the moccasin was only small consolation, considering there is no way I will survive being stepped on by this giant bare foot.  I’m listening intently as Larry is struggling beneath Jenna’s foot.  Hopefully there will be some intervention, but I can’t conceive of any.  I hear Jenna saying that she is ready to try her little “experiment.”  There is nothing for me to do but await my fate.

“Oh my God!” Jenna exclaimed.  “He just popped beneath my heel!  I just crushed a man under my foot!  Inside my sandal!  How could he have survived inside my sister’s shoe for so long!?”

“Wow!” I heard Caitlan say.  “That was so cool, now I get to feel mine pop!”  Well, that pretty much sealed my fate.  I don’t want to die, trapped in the dank recesses of a leather moccasin beneath this girl’s dirty, sweating toes.  The same toes which suddenly came to life and maneuvered me beneath their giant arch.

“No, you can’t!” Jenna yelled.  “Mine was an accident.  You can’t just squish him.”

“It’s too late!  It’s already done!” Caitlan yelled back.  “He just squished beneath my toes.”  That was news to me.  I was still alive.  Even though the pressure increased slightly for a moment, it was removed almost immediately.  I was thankful to be alive, but the air was still almost impossible to breathe.

“Well, we had better put the other one back,” Jenna said sadly.  “You had best go home, since I have to think up something to tell my sister.  She’s going to be pissed!”

“Sorry, Jenna,” Caitlan said in a remorseful tone.  “Good luck with your sister.  I’ll call you tonight.”  I then felt my surroundings begin to move in a BIG way.  I grabbed onto one of Caitlan’s toes and hugged it with all my strength.  It was the sickest thing I had ever done, as my face was pressed into the grimy underside of this girl’s toe.  However, I was alive, and that gave me hope.  I just wonder what this giantess has in store for me…

(***** Chapter 8 *****)

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

What a crappy day this turned out to be.  This was the first time I couldn’t save one of the subjects, and actually ended up squishing him under my bare foot.  What a horrible end for him.  At least there were no more experiments for a few days.  That would give me time to try to figure out how to get the subjects I freed back up to their normal height.  This was more than an 18 year old should have to go through.

Upon getting home, it was a relief to go immediately to my bedroom to relax.  However, I didn’t even get to kick my shoes off before there was a knock on the door.  Without waiting for a response, Jenna entered.

“There’s something I gotta tell you!” she whispered loudly.  “Caitlan and I took the little guys out of their home and gave them breakfast, and then we wanted to play with them a little.  And since you had said that you had smuggled them home in your shoes, we figured that they must be able to take a lot of pressure.”  This wasn’t sitting well with me.  I began to see where this story was going.

“Go on,” I said as my stomach sank lower than it already was.

“Well, Caitlan and I wanted to feel what it was like to have a one inch tall man under our feet, so we tried to duplicate what you did.”  Jenna was in tears by this time, so I knew the results weren’t good.

“They didn’t make it,” she whispered.  “I felt mine just pop beneath my heel.  They had been trying to tell us something, but we couldn’t hear them, and we figured they were just a little scared.  But I guess they were trying to let us know that we shouldn’t step on them.”  I watched as Jenna broke down and started crying.  I couldn’t believe she had misunderstood how I had transported those guys home.

“I was able to transport them home by shrinking them down really, really small,” I told her.  “Are all of them dead?”

“No,” Jenna responded.  “There’s one left.  I stepped on one, and Caitlan stepped on one.  We’re so sorry, though!”  I couldn’t be too mad at them, since I had crushed one today as well.

“Well, from now on,” I said, “you will have to be much more careful.  If you have any questions on what to do with the little guys, you have to ask me first.  Is that understood?”  Jenna seemed to cheer up immediately.

“You mean I can still take care of them?” she asked.  I nodded.

“Well, there is only one now, but I think I should be able to bring a bunch home in a week or so,” I explained.  “At least I’m hoping.”  With that, Jenna came over and gave me a hug, then left the room.  I was glad she told me about the whole incident, and I was certain she would be more careful in the future.  I only hoped that I would be able to come up with the plans I needed to help these poor men…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

Well, it seemed like I was hanging onto this girl’s toe for hours, but it was probably only 15 minutes.  Finally, the giant foot came to rest, and I let go with my aching arms.  I don’t even want to think about how much foot sweat I had swallowed while trying to breathe.  I was only thankful that I hadn’t been crushed like poor Larry.  Suddenly, the sweaty blanket of flesh lifted off me, and I saw light come in.  And more important than that was some fresh air!

“Welcome to your new home!” I heard Caitlan say.  “Come on out and take a look around.”  I walked to the heel of the moccasin and looked up into the face of the pretty brown haired girl.  Using her foot, she knocked the moccasin over, and I tumbled out onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom.  The good news was that she seemed like a very organized girl.  Everything seemed very clean and orderly, and I could tell she came from a rather wealthy family.

“I suppose we had better lay down the rules, huh?” the thunderous voice began.  “First of all, you need to do whatever I say.  I always wanted a pet, but my parents wouldn’t allow it.  Now that I have one, I am not afraid to punish you if you misbehave.”  I didn’t really like the sound of that, but at least it didn’t sound like I would be crushed immediately.

“Next,” Caitlan continued, “you have to stay hidden whenever you’re not with me.  I can’t have any family members finding you, or you may not live very long.  Finally, you are to be nice and polite to anyone I show you to.  I don’t want anyone to think I picked a pet without manners.  Do you understand the rules?”  I knew she couldn’t hear me, so I just nodded vigorously.  She then smiled, and picked me up in her giant hand.

“Good,” Caitlan said as she walked towards her closet.  “I’ll let you pick your new home.  I’m sure you are sick of staying in shoes, but I can’t put you in an aquarium or anything.  I suppose I could get a box, but for now I like the idea of you being in one of my shoes.”  With that, she opened up her closet and set me down on the ground between her feet.

“Go on, find your shoe!” she seemed so excited to find out which shoe I would want.  I was glad there wasn’t a huge number to pick from, so I simply walked up and down the “aisles” to see which ones didn’t look that worn.  It was an odd feeling hobbling next to these giant shoes, considering that I would be spending a good portion of my life living in them.  Finally, I saw a pair of red leather flats that looked like she hadn’t worn them too often.  I climbed up onto the smooth surface of the toe and lowered myself down, being careful with my broken leg.  The insole was very soft, and I there was hardly any smell.  I felt pretty comfortable that I had chosen well.

“Good choice!” Caitlan exclaimed.  “I’ll put you in a safer spot by my bed, though.  That way you’ll be closer to me.”  She then lifted the shoes, and I tumbled into the toe area.  As soon as they were set down, I crawled out to the opening and looked up.  There was Caitlan, looking down at me from on top of her bed.

“We are going to have such fun!” she said excitedly.  I then watched as she began playing with the edges of her shoes with her dirty toes.  She would grip, squeeze, and shake the shoe to watch my reaction.  After falling to the soft, red leather surface of the insole, I heard a giggle above me and watched as her giant bare foot came towards me.  I had the feeling this wasn’t going to be as much fun for me as it was for her…

(***** POV – Peter Azure *****)

I figured that about three hours had gone by since I was put into this hellish prison.  I was now only an eighth of an inch tall, and trying to survive in the leather shoe of a psychotic woman.  After she reduced me down, I ran as fast as I could to the toe section.  I figured that would be the only place in this stadium-sized shoe that I had a fighting chance.  Unfortunately, the giant shadow of her bare foot overtook me and pressed its way into the confines of this shoe.  Luckily, I had made it far enough so that I was directly beneath the arch of her toes.  However, the smell was horrendous, and trying to get a grip on the smooth, wet leather of the insole was nearly impossible.  The bitch didn’t even wait for me to get settled before she began walking. 

I knew I had to get to a more secure place than this, so I jumped up and climbed in between two of her toes.  The stench in there was indescribable, as I was almost immediately covered by the grime and sweat from her toes.  How could a woman do this to another human being.  I had always been athletic, but I never thought I would be using every ounce of strength just to avoid being crushed beneath the sweaty foot of a woman.  And here I was, wedged between her toes like so much toe filth.  After about 15 minutes, she must have sat down at a desk, and I took the chance to improve my position. 

I jumped down from between her toes and crawled my way out from under the arch of her toes.  At one point, I thought I was a goner as she shifted her toes slightly.  This caused be to be pinned to the wet, leather insole by her third toe.  Had she realized it, I’m sure she would have pressed down, and I would be nothing but paste beneath that toe.  However, the Dr. then stretched her toes, and I ran with all the strength that I had.  I was overjoyed to be out of the reach of those giant digits and safe in the extreme toe section of her shoe.  It’s amazing what a person can be happy about.  Who would have thought that being stuck in the toe of a woman’s shoe could be a joyful experience.

Joyful is probably too strong of a word, since the heat, moisture, and extreme smell make this just a hellish nightmare.  At least I am currently not in any danger of being stepped on.  The scary thing is that all that exertion caused me to get thirsty.  At some point, I will have to try to get something to drink.  I cringe at the thought that I will have to drink this cruel bitch’s foot sweat…

(***** Chapter 9 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

The past 6 hours have been magnificent!  I haven’t removed my shoes once, and it is such an incredible feeling to have an adult male fighting for his life in my leather pump.  I tried to imagine what he was going through, but I figure there is really nothing to compare it to.  So I figure I might as well ask him.

“How’s it going in there?” I inquire while gently tapping the toe of my shoe.  I quickly tune the speaker on my belt to Subject 13 to hear his response.

“It’s Hell, Bitch!” is the reply.  How rude.  Doesn’t he realize that I am letting him live instead of crushing out his miserable existence?

“That’s not very nice,” I tell him.  “Your situation could be far worse.”

“I can’t see how that’s possible!” Subject 13 responds.  Boy, he’s not very imaginative!  Since I have already had an exhausting day, and its almost 9:00, I figure it’s time to go to bed.  Let’s see how the subject likes to sleep with me.  I begin by going to get a plastic bag from the kitchen, along with a rubber band.  Then I walk into my bedroom and remove my shoes carefully.  Hitting the control to increase the subject’s size to a half inch, I don’t feel anything on my foot, so I can assume he’s still in my shoe.

“You can come out now,” I told him, though I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to walk into the open.  I had to pick up my shoe and shake it a little before he slid down to the heel.  I then simply tipped my shoe over and let him fall into the plastic bag.

“This is where you get to sleep tonight,” I said as I reduced him back down to an eighth of an inch.  It was fascinating to look at the little guy through the plastic of the bag.  Now it was time for the finishing touch.  I pushed my bare foot inside the bag with him, than used the rubber band to secure it at my ankle.  It was a little tough to do, since my foot was pretty sweaty and would stick to the plastic, but I knew it was worth it.  I turned my foot over so that I could see the glistening sole and flicked the end of the bag.  It was a captivating sight watching the tiny, tiny man fly through the air and land on the soft wrinkled flesh of my bare sole…

(***** POV – Peter Azure *****)

I thought the landing would kill me, but it was like landing on a giant, wet, rubber balloon.  It was hard to adjust my eyes to see the colossal face of Dr. Sanders.  Not that it was that necessary, since the bag was beginning to fog up from the heat and humidity. 

“I hope you have a good night’s sleep,” the voice chuckled down at me.  She had a hell of a sense of humor.  But I realized it was even worse than I thought as her giant finger pressed the plastic of the bag down towards me.  There was no running to get away as I was hit and pushed deep into the sweaty sole of the giant bare foot.

“That should keep you in place,” the Dr. said to me.  “And if you think today was brutal, remember that a little fresh air entered my shoe as I walked.  There will be no additional air in there tonight, since I secured the end of the bag.  Sleep well!”  I noticed two things immediately.  One was that she was correct, and I could tell that the air in this tight plastic bag was going to get very stuffy.  The second was that I couldn’t move.  By pressing me into the wet softness of her foot, I was now held in place by the sweat.  It was like being covered in a type of wet glue, except that it smelled horribly!  Then everything began moving.

I turned to look over my shoulder as the ground rushed up towards me.  I expected this to be the end, but as Dr. Sander’s foot made contact with the ground, I was only gently pushed into the flesh of her arch.  I couldn’t breathe at all, and waited for her to lift her foot back up.  Luckily, she did this before I passed out.  It appeared that she was getting undressed to go to bed.  She was a beautiful woman, but I was unable to see anything good, since my view consisted of the floor lifting away, then coming back to apply a new type of torture with every step the Dr. took.  Eventually she turned out the lights and got into bed. 

“Sleep well,” I heard her whisper before pulling the massive covers over herself.  I knew it was going to get even hotter in here, and I didn’t know if I could take it.  The air was going to get awfully thin before morning, and the moisture might be enough to drown me.  I now regretted my thought that things couldn’t get worse.  They definitely could…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

I had been very frightened to be back in the care of Jenna, but Debbie had spoken to me about how busy she was, trying to come up with a plan to get me back to normal, so I didn’t have much choice.  However, after spending two days with Jenna, I realized that she was actually a very nice young girl.  She seemed to be trying to make up for her mistake in stepping on Larry, and we actually spent a considerable time together.  I now had several meals a day, and the trips to the bathroom were more numerous than before.

“So, do you want to do something fun today?” Jenna asked me on the morning of the third day.  She had been given the controller by Debbie, so I wouldn’t have to yell into her ear.

“What did you have in mind?” I inquired as I sat up from lying on her stomach.  I already knew that we had different ideas of what “fun” was.

“Since I have the controller, I wanted to see what it was like for my sister to have you in her shoe,” she hesitantly explained.  I immediately began shaking my head, since I didn’t want to end up like Larry.  Even if everything went smooth, I didn’t want to relive what I went through in Debbie’s shoe.

“Please, please, I promise I won’t hurt you!” Jenna begged.  “I’ll even wash my feet first!”  As she continued to beg, I realized that I would eventually give in.  She had shown me such kindness over the past couple of days that I suppose we had become friends in a way.  And friends can trust each other.  I finally nodded.

“Excellent!” she laughed.  “You pick out the shoes while I go wash up.”  Jenna then enlarged me to maximum size (4 inches) and set me down in her closet.  I walked around her shoes and checked to see which ones would be the best to be trapped in.  I came to a pair of brown loafers that hadn’t been worn hardly at all.  I could detect only the faintest smell coming from them, so I figured these would have to do.

“Did you pick one?” Jenna asked excitedly as she appeared behind me. 

“Yup,” I replied, “these will do fine.”  She immediately picked the loafers up in one hand and me in the other.  After a few dizzying moments flying through the air in her hand, I was deposited into her right brown leather loafer.  I looked up into her smiling face as she fiddled with the control unit.

“Hang on!” Jenna warned me.  Suddenly everything blackened as I expected, but it was still a shock when I could see again.  Everything was much bigger (about 30 times).  She must have set it on the lowest setting so that I would be only an eighth of an inch.  But I guess that’s what Debbie had done, so I played along.  Jenna wasted no time in putting her giant bare toes over the edge of the brown leather and resting them right in front of me.

“Now, crawl in between my toes!” she excitedly ordered.  I had actually figured there would be enough room in the toe section that I wouldn’t have to crawl between her toes, so I tried to tell her that.  However, she must have turned off my microphone when she shrunk me, because she just stared expectantly at me.

“Come on,” Jenna order again.  “We don’t have all day!”  So I approached the giant toes of this 13 year old girl and began to climb in between her third and fourth toes. 

“That tickles!” she laughed.  I got really worried, but to her credit, she didn’t move a single muscle in either of her toes.  Finally, I was between them and realized that she hadn’t done a thorough job in cleaning her feet.  However, everything quickly became dark as she shoved her bare toes deep into the brown loafer.  There was nothing to hang on to, so I had to “snuggle” down between her toes.

“Here goes nothing,” I heard the giant girl whisper.  Even before I could protest (not that she could hear me), she lifted her giant foot and began to walk.  The soft fleshy walls pressed against me as she took a step, but expanded when her foot came to rest.  This wasn’t too bad, except the air quality wasn’t what I was used to.  But it was still a million times better than being between her sister’s toes!

“Are you OK in there?” I heard her ask when her foot came to rest.  I gave a positive response, but she still hadn’t fixed the microphone.

“Oh, no,” Jenna began to worry, “Please let me know if you’re OK.” 

“I’m fine, but can you even hear me?” I responded.  To my surprise, she had figured out that she needed to turn the microphone back on.

“Yup, I can hear you now,” she said in a relieved tone.  “You had me worried.  If everything is OK, I want to go for a little walk outside.”  This wasn’t part of the deal.

“I didn’t really agree to this,” I said in a calm voice.  To my surprise, she just laughed a bit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be extra careful!” was Jenna’s response.  I tried a more forceful statement, but she had already turned off the microphone.  There was nothing I could do as Jenna began walking again.  By this time, however, her feet were already warming up, and I knew that a walk in the sun was not going to make me feel any better.  The smell was already becoming worse, and I was beginning to be soaked from the sweat from between her toes.  This was definitely going to affect our friendship.  How dare an eighth grader risk squishing an adult between her toes just because she wants to know how it feels.  Regardless, I was definitely feeling insignificant, since there was nothing to do but accept the fact that I was in a 13 year old girl’s leather loafer, and would be gently squeezed and released by the stinking flesh of her giant, sweaty bare toes.  Life couldn’t get much worse…

(***** Chapter 10 *****)

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

The past three days have not been “fun.”  Caitlan seems to have an endless supply of games to play, none of which involve enjoyment for me.  She seems to have huge sadistic tendencies that stop just short of killing me.  The first couple of games weren’t too bad, but it involved her trying to pick me up with her toes.  Then, she decided to make it even more specific by picking me up by different limbs using her toes.  I thought it was quite disgusting having my arm held between her sweaty toes with my hand pressed deep into the wet, grimy crevice between her big and second toes.  It got even worse when she let go and picked me up by my head.  I tried to hold my breath, since my face was stuck in the same filth as my hand was.  However, when trying to breathe, it was like I was drowning.  The thick mud had gone down my throat, and I figured I would die by choking on the sweaty muck found between a 13 year old girl’s toes.  Luckily, she let me go before I suffocated and just laughed at me while I coughed.

It was during one of these grabbing sessions that I discovered that I heal faster when I’m shrunk down.  When Caitlan picked me up by my broken leg, it had been completely mended.  I thought this was great news, until Caitlan realized it and decided she could be a little rougher with me.

“Let’s go for a walk!” she had said.  I knew this couldn’t be good, and I was right.  She picked me up with her dirty toes and deposited me in the red leather flats I had chosen for my home.  To my dismay, she began shoving her bare foot into them without any concern for me.  I ran for the toe section to discover why these hadn’t been worn too often.  As Caitlan forced her foot into the leather shoe, there was nowhere for me to go.  The shoe seemed to be a size too small for her foot.  That did not stop her from pushing it on.  I rolled back just in time to be pressed under the small arch of her toes.

“Hang on!” Caitlan cheerfully added, but there was nothing for me to do.  The extremely tight confines of her giant bare foot stuffed into a shoe that was too small left only a small pocket for me to lie in.  When she walked, however, this small pocket became even slightly smaller.  After her second step, one of her soft, sweaty toes pressed down on my forearm and crushed it flat.  The pain was intense, but also caused me to pass out.  I couldn’t have been happier…

I had woken up lying in Caitlan’s red leather flat with a bandaged arm.  My new “home” reeked with the smell of her foot, and I knew living in here would be close to intolerable.  Over the next two days, we went for several more “walks,” but these times she wrapped a piece of tape around my body to keep my arms and legs in.  While this kept my limbs from being smashed, it also caused her to develop the habit of playing with me beneath her toes.  She particularly enjoyed having my head either beneath her big toe, or between it and the second toe.  Both were excruciatingly painful, but being between her toes forced her sweaty stench up my nose or down my throat, so than it would be with me the rest of the day.  I almost wish she had just stepped on me when Larry was squished by Jenna.

Well, it’s now nearing the end of the third day, and my smashed arm is already healed. Caitlan had promised me a big surprise when she returned home from the mall, and I wonder what it could be.  As I hear the giant door open to her room, I cringe.  There is no hope in hiding in the toe section of the shoe (besides the fact that the stench could knock me out).  I look over the leather edge of the pump and nearly fall over with amazement.  Along with Caitlan, I see Jenna entering the room.  Perhaps I’ll be going home with her soon…

(***** POV – Peter Azure *****)

Waking up in a stuffy, stinking environment is a horrible experience.  It had to be morning, since a little light was filtering through the blankets above me.  The doctor had a particularly inventive punishment for me last night.  She once again took out the plastic bag and dropped me in.  She seemed to enjoy tormenting me.  However, after she put her bare foot immediately in after me, she began to move me around until I found myself between her third and fourth toes.  Then, using the same technique as before, she pushed slightly, and I became encased in the sweat and grime between her toes.  This simply brought a monstrous laugh from her.

I have fought over two days to stay alive in the dank confines of her leather pump, while she walked around with her bare foot in it as if nothing was the matter.  I had been forced to scramble next to her toes (and sometimes under them) in order to get some sort of liquids in my system.  It was a horrible experience, knowing that the only way to survive was to lick the sweat from the toes of my tormentor.  I didn’t think I could sink any lower until I realized that she wasn’t going to feed me either.  At that point, I had to decide to eat the dirt off her foot as well.  Luckily, I could get most of the wet grime from what had been crushed into the soft leather insole of her pump.  However, once the safe places were gone, I had to venture into dangerous territory.  Last night she put me between her toes.  I know this sounds desperate, but at least it provided me with a little “food” and “water.” 

How pathetic I must truly be.  Once again, I get to awaken with barely any air, and then be dropped into the opening of a women’s tan leather pump.  The doctor doesn’t even wait for me to get to a safe place as she immediately puts her sweating bare foot on top of me.  At least I am positioned at the arch, but I know the safest place is in the toe of the shoe, so the day’s adventure begins by trying to reach this safe haven…

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I couldn’t believe how much fun I had torturing the poor little man trying to stay alive in my shoe.  I thought he would have suffocated in the plastic bag that I placed over my foot, but he was still alive come morning, though almost unconscious due to lack of air.  I then immediately dumped him in my tan leather pump and pushed my foot in.  I thought that he would be reduced to a pasty speck beneath my bare foot, but in the evenings, he was still alive.

The third day was coming to a close, and I realized that the big experiment started the next day.  I thought it was time to have some extra fun with my tiny passenger.  I carefully pulled my foot out of my pump and adjusted the subject’s size to a half inch.  I felt him enlarge right between my big and second toe.  I quickly picked my foot up and turned it over to see the little maggot pinched tightly into the crevice.

“I didn’t know you liked spending so much time between my toes, worm” I said to the poor, gasping man.  I slowly enlarged him further (to an inch), and watched him gasp for breath between my toes.

“Please let me go,” Subject 13 whispered.  I could only smile.

“Well, you did stay alive over three days in my shoe, on top of the fact that you survived the initial experiment,” I congratulated him.  “I think you do deserve a reward.  Let’s get you cleaned up.”  I then took the subject from between my toes and put my shoe back on.  I then cleaned him up with soap and water in the bathroom.  After he was cleaned, I took him to the kitchen to get him something to eat.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I chopped up some fruit.  I already knew the answer, but I could tell he was looking forward to a good meal.  He was also relaxing a bit, which played right into my enjoyment.  After I finished chopping up the fruit, I placed him on the plate and took both into the living room.  I even decided to enlarge the subject to 4 inches.  He must have felt large indeed, after spending three days as a speck of dirt in my shoe.

“Thank you very much!” he said in an appreciative tone as he was eating.  I just smiled as I thought of all the torment I had caused him, and he was thanking me for a simple act of kindness…

(***** POV – Peter Azure *****)

I ate like a king at a banquet.  The fruit that Dr. Sanders cut up for me tasted simply delicious, and I was beginning to feel human after being cleaned up.  The juice from the fruit accumulated on the plate, and it was a great experience to bend down and suck up the pool and have it taste so sweet.  My ordeal was finally over, and I figured I only had to wait for Dr. Sanders to take me back to the lab and enlarge me.  Then I would be free.

“Well, now that your cleaned up and filled, we need to play one last game,” the doctor said to me.  My heart sank a little, but perhaps I had one more game in me.  Besides, I could feel my strength returning, and I had survived everything she threw at me so far.

“I’m ready,” I told her.  She smiled and walked into the kitchen.  When she returned, she had a piece of plastic wrap, which she wasted no time in placing on the table, right next to me.

“Crawl onto middle of the plastic wrap and lay down on your back,” Dr. Sanders instructed.  I was a little hesitant, but knew I was ready for anything.  I crawled onto the middle of this giant sheet of plastic and laid down on my back.  I heard her remove her shoe and watched as her giant bare foot descended onto me.  It actually didn’t look as imposing as it once did, but the dirty, soft wrinkles of her sole still created some fear within me.  The giant foot was gently placed on my body, with the ball directly over my head and chest, and my legs down under her arch.  I was glad she was being gentle, since I needed to save my strength to do whatever was required.  I then heard the sound of the plastic crinkling, and I was pressed a little bit more into the bottom of her foot.

“Let the game begin!” I heard her say.  I was then lifted up into the air and turned upside down.  The doctor must have turned her foot over to look at me, and I was now resting on her soft, stinking, upturned bare foot.  I turned my head to see her beautiful, smiling face through the clear plastic.

“What’s the game?” I asked.

“Simple,” she replied.  “All you have to do is stay alive for five minutes.”  This was going to be more difficult than when I was in the plastic bag.  The plastic wrap was wound tightly around me, and there was simply very little air.  The air that I had was quickly picking up the foul odor of her sweating bare foot, which hadn’t been washed in three days.  I tried to remain calm and meditate like I did these past days, I knew that I would use up a lot less oxygen that way.  But slowly, I was beginning to lose consciousness.  But I had to win this last game.  I just had to.

“Five minutes are up!” Dr. Sanders exclaimed.  “Now onto the second part.”  I turned around to see her smiling face again as she slowly turned her foot over and lowered me to the floor.

“What’s the second part?” I whispered.

“I want to hear all of your bones slowly crush beneath the weight of my foot,” she answered.  “I want you to squish beneath the foot that you have struggled so long and so hard to stay alive against.  I want you to know that all of your struggles were for nothing.  And in the end, you would have been better off to have just let me step on you when we were in the lab.  Good-bye my little worm!” 

I want to answer back, but I just don’t have the air.  This giant bitch is actually going to squish me beneath her reeking bare foot.  This isn’t fair!  I won every game she put against me!  The softness of her foot gives way as I am pressed deeply into her sole.  She does exactly as she told me she would.  I feel intense pain as my bones slowly break beneath her weight…  I am going to die beneath this woman’s sweaty foot…  I hear her laugh…  My skin is bursting…  I lose…  SQUISH!

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

That felt so good that I just had to keep pressing down and grinding what was left of the 4 inch bastard beneath my foot.  Without removing the plastic wrap, I walked towards the bathroom.  It would feel fantastic to finally get a thorough shower.  I needed to pamper my foot which provided such a worthy adversary to Subject 13.  I couldn’t wait to see what the next couple of days provided with the Longevity Experiment…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

I barely had time to react as Caitlan took a few steps into the room (right towards the shoe I was in) and placed her foot right on top of the shoe.  Luckily, I had just enough time to dive into the toe of the shoe.  While the smell was unpleasant, at least I was protected from being squished for the time being.  I watched as Caitlan played with my home, even putting her weight onto the “roof” of my safety area.  Luckily, the area of the pump that I was in was sturdy enough to take it, while the rest was pressed downwards to the insole.

“So what did you have to show me?” I heard Caitlan’s voice ask.  After a little pause, I heard Jenna’s reply.

“Look here between my toes,” she said.

“Oh my God!” Caitlan exclaimed.  “You really shrunk the little guy!  How does it feel?”

“It’s kind of exhilarating,” Jenna explained.  “I have to be very careful though, since he volunteered to do this for me.  He’s such a nice guy, and I can’t believe I have him stuck between my toes.”  It had to be Jason.  I felt bad for him, being stuck between Jenna’s toes, but I wish I could somehow tell him I was still alive.  But there was no way to do that at this time…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

As light filtered into my world, I could hear Jenna talking to someone.  When my eyes adjusted, I could see her friend Caitlan.  She was the one that had put Josh inside her moccasin and stepped on him with her bare foot.  I think she enjoyed it, too.

“Can I place him between my toes?” I heard Caitlan ask.  Wiping the foot sweat from my eyes, I looked up at Jenna to see what her response was going to be.

“I suppose so, but it’s really up to him,” Jenna responded.  She then touched a button on the controller so that she could hear me.

“Would you mind going between Caitlan’s toes?” she asked me.  It was such a nice feeling to at least have some power left over my life.

“No thank you,” I said.  “I think I’ll just stay where I am.”  Admittedly, I really didn’t want to be between Jenna’s toes anymore, but at least she had made some effort to wash them.  I had no guarantee of that from Caitlan.  Plus, I had a feeling that Caitlan had a little bit of a mean streak.

“Can I at least hold him?” Caitlan asked.  This time, however, Jenna didn’t ask my opinion.

“Sure,” was her response.  Jenna then spread her toes, and I fell into her warm, soft hand.  Before I could react, however, she dumped me onto Caitlan’s soft hand.  I looked up into the eyes of the immense girl and wondered what she would do next.

“Let’s just try this out for a second,” she whispered as her hand lowered quickly.  I had very little time to react before I was shoved between Caitlan’s second and third toes.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to do that!” Jenna came to my defense.

“I just wanted to see what it feels like!” Caitlan yelled back.  “Leave him where he is, or I might have an accident and squish him between my toes!”  I watched Jenna back off, and then realized what kind of surroundings I was in.  Caitlan hadn’t washed between her toes for quite a while, since there was a large buildup of dirt, sweat, and grime.  The stench was so thick I had trouble seeing through my tear-filled eyes.  To make matters worse, she put her foot inside a shoe and began walking.  The sensation was the same as when I was between Jenna’s toes, I became squished whenever Caitlan took a step.  After only a few steps, I had the putrid grime from between Caitlan’s toes all over me.  The idea that I was trapped between this snotty, eighth-grader’s toes was humiliating.  She might be considered attractive, but from my angle, she stunk to high heaven.

“That’s enough!” I heard Jenna say.  “I want him back now!”  To my relief, Caitlan removed her shoe and light filtered in.  Within a few more seconds, I was back safe in Jenna’s hand.

“We’re going home now,” she said. 

“Don’t be mad,” Caitlan called after.  “I was just playing.  See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Jenna replied.  It was amazing how quickly friendships could be repaired.  I only hoped I was not going to be coming back tomorrow with Jenna. 

“Don’t worry, you can stay at home tomorrow,” she said as if reading my mind.  “And I think I’ll carry you for the walk back home.”  To my relief, she enlarged me to two inches tall and gently cupped me in her right hand.  I still smelled horrible, but at least I was in a much better position.  Perhaps I even had a friend in Jenna.  Time would tell…

(***** Chapter 11 *****)

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

It was a tough couple of days with no little men to play with, but I knew that today and the next couple of days would make up for it.  The Longevity Experiment called for us to wear boots, so I decided that I ought to break them in early.  I wore them the entire day yesterday.  The option that was given us was whether or not to where nylons.  I decided that nylons could be a good thing, since they made my feet sweat a little extra.  I felt a little bad for the subjects that would be participating in this experiment, since my boots were actually a little small for my feet.  It was definitely going to get a little cramped. 

After putting on my knee-high nylons and my tight, black, knee-high leather boots, I quickly drove to the University.  I wasted no time in going directly to the conference room where we would get our briefing from Dr. Sanders.

“Welcome to the long awaited Longevity Experiment,” Marlene began to explain to Debbie and myself.  “I see that you both wore knee-length boots today, so I will now explain how everything works.  You will select four subjects for this experiment.  Two will go in your right boot and two will go in your left.  Once you put your boots back on, you have to keep them on for 48 hours.  During those two days, we will remain here at the lab.  Feel free to communicate with the subjects to find out how they are doing.  However, they will receive no food or water during this entire experiment.”  Wow, was this going to be fun.  I couldn’t wait to get on with it!

“Note, that we are going to put small strips of wire along the cuffs of your boots,” Marlene continued.  “This will cause an alarm to go off if a little subject manages to climb your leg and get out of your boot.  Once 48 hours have elapsed, we will go home and spend another three days there.  The alarm will now be tuned to your personal controller, so you will also be able to tell when they escape.  At home, it is alright to remove your boots at night, but try to keep them on during the day.  Finally, the alarm will also sound if any of them get accidentally squished.  Remove their bodies immediately, and continue with the experiment.  Are there any questions?”  No questions from me, since I couldn’t wait to get to my chamber and get these guys in my boots!

“Then let’s get going and shrink your subjects down to an eighth of an inch!” Dr. Sanders finished with excitement.  The three of us then went to our respective chambers.  Upon entering my chamber, the men looked completely refreshed and ready for anything.

“I need four volunteers for a five day experiment.  Who wants to get out of here for a while?”  I asked.  Sure enough, everyone wanted to volunteer.  Since it really didn’t matter to me who got to spend five fun-filled days stuck in my boots with my sweating feet, I simply picked Subjects 4, 5, 6, and 7. 

“Subjects 6 and 7 will have to climb onto my boots and hang on,” I instructed as I picked up Subjects 4 and 5 in my hand.  I was very careful as I walked to the lab so that nobody was prematurely injured.  Luckily, everything went just fine.  I set the two subjects I had in my hands down on the floor between my boots and watched as the other two climbed off.  I then pulled off my tight boots and laid them on their sides, resting my hot, nyloned feet right in front of the tiny subjects.  I loved to watch them try to hide their reactions as the smell from my feet reach their tiny nostrils.

“The experiment is extremely simple.  Two of you will go into each of my boots and live there for as long as you can,” I told them.  “If you make it five days without getting squished or dying of thirst, the experiment is finished.  To make it a little easier for you, I will be shrinking you down to an eighth of on inch.  Also, I will give you each a miniaturized flashlight to help you see in the dark.  Now, on with the show!  I need Subjects 4 and 5 to crawl into my right boot, while Subjects 6 and 7 go into my left.”  The poor subjects didn’t want to move, since they knew the inside of my boots would smell even worse than my feet.  However, they also knew that they had no choice and slowly entered the shafts of my leather boots.  I couldn’t wait long before I tipped the boots up and let them tumble onto the leather insole…

(***** POV – Mike Smith *****)

I tumbled into the hot, humid boot, and landed on the soft, wet, leather insole.  The smell was pretty bad, but I knew this whole thing was going to get a lot worse.  I looked over at Ron, my “boot companion” and saw that he was at least alright.  Suddenly, two flashlights landed down by us.  I grabbed both and tossed one to Ron.  I knew we had to be holding on to these lights when we were reduced farther, or we wouldn’t get to keep them.  Sure enough, Ms. Johnson didn’t wait very long to reduce us to 1/32 of our current size.  The light coming down the shaft of the boot illuminated enough of our surroundings to see that inside of the boot looked like a stadium.  However, I didn’t admire it too long, since we had to get to a safer area. 

“Let’s go, Ron!” I yelled as I ran towards the toe of the boot.  The light was growing dimmer as we ran, but we made it before the light was completely blocked out by the foot now entering the boot.  I looked back to see the most frightening thing I had ever saw.  In the fading light, these colossal nylon-covered toes had come into view and were moving towards us.  The biggest toe looked to be almost fifty feet high.  I could actually see the wires of the nylon as it formed a wire mesh across the wall of flesh that was her toe.  When the light disappeared, I turned on my flashlight to see how far it was going to come.  To my despair, the building size toe just kept coming.  We ducked down and pushed ourselves tight against the farthest point in the boot.  Finally, the toe stopped just as it touched the wall at the front of the boot.  There was a small space as the toe sloped slightly up above us.  However, when the giantess wiggled her toe, it actually pressed us lightly into the tip of the leather insole.  We couldn’t stay here for too long.

I couldn’t believe this woman had actually wore boots that were too small for her feet when she knew she would be putting two men in here as well.  The only place that could be considered safer would probably be the arch under Ms. Johnson’s toes.  However, getting there was going to be extremely dangerous.  But we couldn’t wait too long, since the giant foot was likely to swell slightly once it heated up.  If we were still here when that happened, we would easily be squished inside the toe of this boot…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

Well, I was both nervous and excited when I left the meeting to go into the lab.  The thought of being able to save four more people was hopeful, but I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant for them for the next 48 hours.  I had bought new boots for this occasion, and I also washed my feet real good.  I was hoping to give them a little comfort before this whole ordeal began.

As I entered my chamber, all of the tiny men came towards me.  I was guessing that I would not have too much trouble finding the volunteers I needed.  I decided to pick Subjects 26, 28, 29, and 30.  I reduced the ones I wanted to an inch tall and told them to climb onto my hand.  Once there, I slowly walked to an office where the Longevity Experiment would begin.  I felt a little bad leaving the last two subjects sitting in my chamber alone, but they would have to cope for now.

“This next experiment is a simple one,” I began after I set the subjects down between my booted feet.  “I will reduce the four of you down to an eighth of an inch, then put two of you in each of my boots.  The goal is to see how long you survive.  I will be keeping my boots on constantly for the first 48 hours, then the experiment will continue at home for three more days.  I will not be wearing them constantly during those last three days, so there is good incentive to make it the first 48 hours.”  I looked at their tiny faces and could tell they were more than a little afraid.  There was nothing more I could do to reassure them, so I removed my tan, knee-high boots and laid them down in front of them.  I also gave them each a miniaturized flashlight so that they could see a little of what was going on around them.

“Go on,” I tried to sound encouraging.  But then again, I wasn’t walking into a giant leather boot, which would soon have a giant bare foot occupying it.  Slowly, however, they all chose a boot to walk into.  Subjects 26 and 29 chose my right boot while Subjects 28 and 30 chose my left.  Once they were a little way in, I slowly lifted up the shafts of my boots and let them slide down to the bottom.  I then tilted both of them forward to let them slide along the insole to the toe of the boot.  I tried to get boots with extra room in the toe section so that the tiny subjects would be safer.

“Let the experiment begin,” I announced as I touched the controller to reduce them down to an eighth of an inch tall.  Then I slowly pushed a bare foot into each boot and gave them time to acclimate to their new situation.  I must admit that it was an interesting feeling knowing I had four adult men in my footwear.  I had done all I could for them, now it was up to the little men to survive for two days.  I stood up and walked to my office to get some paperwork done…

(***** POV – Oliver Norway *****)

It was a mind-numbing experience watching an 18 year old girl’s bare foot fill up the cavern size space of her leather boot.  My brain couldn’t even wrap around the concept of having to survive 48 hours in this girl’s boot.  How was I even going to accomplish this.  Luckily, my friend Chris was here with me, but after all the light faded, all we could see with our flashlights were giant mountains of toe flesh.  We looked around for something to hang on to and found tiny pieces of thread where the soft leather insole was sown in.

“Hang on, Chris!” I yelled as I could feel the giantess stand up.  I shined the flashlight towards the giant toes and watched as the flesh expanded and pressed down to take up the girl’s weight.  Then the real movement began.  We hung on tight as Debbie began to walk.  I didn’t know how we were going to make it two days, when I was tired after two minutes of holding on.  It was a horrible sight at the top of each step she took, looking down at her toes.  They lifted slightly off the surface of the insole, only to come crashing down as her step finished.  If either Chris or myself lost our grip, we would plunge down under those giant toes and be crushed into paste.  Debbie probably wouldn’t even feel it.

Finally, the ride stopped, and we hesitantly let go of our threads.  It was already getting hot in here, but it was at this time that we noticed that it smelled only of new leather.  Debbie must have just bought these boots.  Even her bare foot only smelled slightly.  This encouraged us both to try to make sure we survived the 48 hours.  Of course, the alternative was to be crushed beneath Debbie’s massive foot. 

For the next couple of hours, Chris and I sat around talking.  It was fairly quiet except for the creaking of the leather as Debbie shifted her weight or wiggled her toes.  It was an unsettling experience watching the giant toes wiggle.  That much soft flesh slowly moving almost seemed like it was waiting for Chris or me to make a mistake.  The giant, wet toes almost looked hungry for a sacrifice.  I quickly put this notion of my head, and realized there was more to surviving than just waiting out the 48 hours.  We were going to need food and water.

“You know, Chris,” I said.  “We are going to need water if we are going to survive in here.  The only place that I see water is on those giant toes.  We better be ready to move in if they stop moving.”  I knew this would be a problem, and the thought of licking the sweat from a young woman’s bare foot was revolting.  However, I knew we could survive 2 days without food.  I was pretty sure we couldn’t survive 2 days without water since we would be to weak to hold onto the threads.  We were both getting thirsty, when we noticed that Debbie’s toes stopped moving.

“I’m a little embarrassed,” a giant voice whispered from outside our leather boot prison.  “Go ahead and get a drink.”  I had forgotten that Debbie could probably hear us talking through the controller she wore.  Chris and I got up and walked to the giant toes.  I began licking the front, but there was only a little bit of moisture there.  I realized I would have to climb between the toes where there was probably more sweat.  This was not going to be fun…

(***** POV – Norb Lakes *****)

After being in this girl’s boot for a couple of hours, I was getting pretty pissed off.  There was no food or water, and now the great “goddess” tells us we can get a drink.  From where!?  To my astonishment, my partner Gary walked towards the giant toes and began licking them.  There was no way I was going to lick the sweat from some teenage bitch’s toes.

“Come on, Norb!” Gary called back to me.  “We need liquids in our system!”  I didn’t need liquid that bad.  Then to my astonishment, he crawled between the giant toes and disappeared under the toe arch.  I couldn’t believe how this guy could degrade himself by crawling around this teenager’s bare foot in search of foot sweat like some kind of demented bug.  It would serve him right if she decided to start moving and crush him like a bug.  Even though I was thirsty, I knew I would never degrade myself like that.

“I’m going to start moving now,” the almighty goddess whispered down.  After a few moments, I saw Gary squirm out from between two giant toes and come sprinting for safety.  He was lucky this time.  After a few more minutes, the leather of the boot began to creak and the movement started again.  If I ever got out of here, this bitch was going to pay!

“You stink!” I told Gary as we hung on to the edge of the insole for dear life.  The smell was getting pretty bad in here, but his stench rose above even that.

“It may not have been pleasant between Debbie’s toes,” he told me, “but at least I’m not thirsty!”  What an asshole.  I definitely didn’t want to spend my entire time in this place with this jerk.  But maybe I didn’t have to.  If I just kicked him off of our little perch while the giantess was walking, he would fall beneath the flesh of the colossal bare foot and be squished like the bug he is.  This plan definitely had some merit…

(***** Chapter 12 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

It was getting towards the time when I needed to get some sleep, and twelve of the 48 hours had gone by.  I hadn’t unzipped my brown leather boots in all that time, and I knew that my little guys were going to be having trouble.  I figured that I could put a little more fear in their hearts by wearing high-heeled boots as opposed to low-heeled ones.  This would put more pressure on the ball of my foot and my toes, so that they would have a more dangerous time getting around.  Poor Subjects 16, 18, 19, and 20, they never knew what they were in for.

I even tried to make it more of an adventure for them by walking around all day.  However, the buzzer that indicated that one had slipped under my bare foot to be crushed never went off.  As I went to sleep in a soft recliner chair, I made sure my feet were always positioned downwards so that they would have a tougher time climbing out.  I wasn’t even sure if I could sleep, knowing that these tiny little men were trying to survive in by boots…

(***** POV – Tim Kiley *****)

All was quite and William and I had survived half a day in Dr. Sanders’ right boot.  It was quite an adventure, since she never seemed to sit down and relax.  Just about the time I thought I would fall from the toe of her boot to be crushed beneath the massive pressure of her bare toes, she stopped to rest.  Her feet were reclined, so the boot actually peeled slightly away from her sweaty sole.  She must have been getting ready to sleep.  I figured this was a perfect time to go exploring a little, since we could now walk under the slight space between her bare foot and the leather insole.

“Hey, William,” I said.  “Let’s go exploring.  We definitely need something to keep going tomorrow.”  We hadn’t had a drink or a bite to eat all day, and I needed something.

“I’m not leaving!” William yelled back.  “It’s too dangerous.”  So was staying here and doing nothing.  So I let go of my handles at the toe of the boot and began sliding down towards the massive toes of the giant doctor.  I watched as they would occasionally flinch, but I had aimed myself between the big and second toes, so I knew I would slide right past if everything went well.  As I slid between the gigantic mountains of flesh, I noticed the sweat gleaming on either side.  This would have to do for my liquid refreshment, but the smell was becoming far worse.  I tried to hold my breath, but it was no use.  I was going to be trapped in here another 36 hours, and I figured I might as well try to get used to it.

After sliding past the toes, I noticed I was now under the ball of her bare foot.  It, too, was encased in sweat as I passed underneath.  Finally, the insole leveled off as I got to the part where the boot sloped towards the high heel.  I was right in the indentation made by the ball of Dr. Sanders’ foot.  However, I realized that there was a small pool of sweat that had accumulated in the indentation.  I knew it was a sick thing to do, but I began drinking from this pool.  Even though it tasted horrible and burned my throat, I continued to drink until I wasn’t thirsty. 

“William!” I called back.  “I found a pool of water right beneath the ball of the doctor’s foot!  Come get something to drink!”

“No!” was the reply.  “I’m not moving!”  It was then I heard the creak of leather.  The slope of the insole began to change, and I realized that the giantess was moving.  I tried to climb back towards safety, but the slope was still to slippery for me to go anywhere.

“I’m guessing someone is in a bad place,” I heard Dr. Sanders say from outside the leather boot.  “I’m only hoping that I can feel you pop beneath the ball of my bare sole.”  How did she know where I was?  It was then I realized that she had the speaker on her controller tuned to us.  She heard every word we said.  I turned the flashlight to the ceiling and saw the giant expanse of flesh that was the ball of her foot begin to settle back down into its indentation. 

“Please don’t step down!” I scream.  I don’t want to die like this.  I’m only an eighth of an inch tall in a giant leather boot.  This isn’t fair.  The blanket of wet flesh hits me and pushes me slightly into the soft leather of the insole.  Sweat from both surfaces is shoved down my throat, and I can’t help but cough.  However, there is no more air to draw in as the Doctor continues to lower her foot to the floor…  This is the end…  my flashlight explodes… so do I… pop.

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

The buzzer went off, and I knew I had my first victim of the experiment.  My only disappointment was the fact that I couldn’t really feel anything.  I had to be satisfied with the fact that I had waited long enough for the little maggot to drink from a pool of my foot sweat before being crushed by the source of that sweat.  Poor bastard, he really shouldn’t have talked so much.

Ah, well, I might as well go to sleep now.  I’m pretty sure no one is going to try anything brave for the rest of the night.  There’s always tomorrow, though, and I’m almost too excited to sleep.  But with all the time I have before me, I better get some rest anyway…

(***** POV – Mike Smith *****)

We had survived 24 hours with very little movement.  The boots Ms. Johnson was wearing were so tight that I was held in completely in place, even when she was resting.  Luckily for Ron and me, we were able to slide quickly under the giant nylon-covered toes to reach the arch of the toes.  There still wasn’t much room, but there was more than at the toe of the boot.  The stench in here was incredible.  Ms. Johnson’s foot continued to sweat, and there seemed to be no end to the heat and humidity.  We had enough to drink, but my stomach was so turned off by the thought of drinking any more sweat from this giant foot that I kept gagging and almost throwing up what I had already drank.

“How you doing, Mike!” I heard Ron yell over.  He was positioned right beneath the arch of the third toe.  I was right below the second toe.

“Not too bad!” I yelled back.  The boot was creaking, and I could feel that this giantess was about to start walking again.

“Hang on!” I yelled again to Ron.  At least with the nylon mesh, we had no trouble staying where we wanted to be.  I quickly stuck my arm around a few of the wires and secured myself better before the walking began.  It was actually quite a horrible experience.  The nyloned foot had swelled slightly, that along with the boot being so tight, Ron and I were continuously being squished.  As the foot was lifted off the floor, we could breathe, but then as the heel touched down, we had to hang on and make sure we didn’t fall.  It was when the ball of the foot came down that things began to get real tight, since the flesh began to expand as it took up the tons of weight above it.  When the toes came down, the exact same thing happened to them, causing them to expand.  We were now pressed between two giant walls of flesh.  As the toes bent for Ms. Johnson to take another step, the “ceiling” lowered, pressing us into a small cube.  On three sides we were pressed in by walls of mesh, containing sweating, stinking flesh, while the “floor” was soft wet leather. 

This seemed to go on endlessly, and our spirits were beginning give up hope.  The amount of frustration a man feels at being stuffed inside a giant leather boot with a beautiful woman’s smelly, sweaty, nylon-covered foot is enough to make any person feel completely insignificant.  Especially when survival depends on drinking the sweat from this woman’s toes.  I can’t believe we have to spend 24 more hours in this hell-hole…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

This was one of the most embarrassing times of my life.  I had four tiny men trying to survive in my boots, and I knew that my feet were giving them a hard time.  They actually had to drink the sweat from my bare feet to stay alive.  All of them were older than I was, and I can’t imagine they were thrilled with the fact that they had to lick the sweat from a teenager’s foot.  I occasionally felt them go in between my toes to find water.  And even though I had washed my feet and bought new boots for this experiment, after 30 hours, it must be a living hell in there.

It was at this point that I realized I might be able to get them some food at least.  While at dinner, I hid some crackers in the palm of my hand.  I would have to wait until the appropriate time to drop them down the shafts of my boots, though.  This wasn’t going to be easy to do, since I was sitting right next to Kay and Dr. Sanders, both of which seemed extremely pleased to have tiny men licking their feet.

“I got one of them last night,” Dr. Sanders shared with us.  “I heard that Subject 18 was drinking some of my foot sweat right below the ball of my foot.  I waited for a little while, then lowered my foot and squashed him.  However, I couldn’t feel anything, so it was a little disappointing.  I can’t wait until I can take them home.”  The thought of dying under Dr. Sanders’ bare foot was revolting.  I felt so sorry for the tiny man that lost his life.  However, both Kay and Dr. Sanders seemed so engrossed in the story that I took the opportunity to feed my little guys.  I pretended to drop my napkin, than dumped a few bits of cracker in my left boot.  I would have to tend to my right boot a little later.  To make sure they knew I did something, I whispered “food” before sitting back up.  Hopefully, this would help out…

(***** POV – Oliver Norway *****)

When I heard the word “Food” whispered by our giantess, I was so excited.  She must have dropped something down her boot for us to eat.  We had been sitting here for almost an hour just watching Debbie’s giant toes gently twitch.  However, having only had some dirty toe sweat for the past day, I was extremely excited to get something “normal” to eat.  Especially if I could get to it before it was crushed beneath Debbie’s smelly bare foot, and mixed with her sweat.

I took off running along side the big toe of the giant bare foot.  I knew there was a space I could squeeze under in order to continue to the arch.  There was a little extra space at the arch, but not too much, since these leather boots offered a fair amount of arch support.  I was pleased to get to this place, especially when I found two giant pieces of cracker.

“Hey, Chris!” I yelled.  “You gotta come get something to eat!”  I immediately broke off a piece and stuffed it in my mouth.  Already some of the sweat had soaked into the cracker, but I was pretty happy with the dry piece I had in my hands.

“Do you think it’s safe?” I heard Chris yell back.  I was about to respond that Debbie would never hurt us intentionally, but at that point, the boot creaked, and I heard the giantess whisper.

“Don’t eat yet.  We’re leaving.”  Sure enough, I watched as the glistening, pale wrinkles of Debbie’s arch began to lower towards me.  I pushed the cracker away from me and looked around for a safe haven.  However, I knew there was nothing close to where I was now.  I would have to get past the ball of her foot, then past the giant toes before I was truly safe.  I guess I would have to try to stay below her arch.

I laid completely down and feared the worse as the blanket of pale flesh came down on top of me.  However, even though I was pressed deep into the wrinkles of the giant foot, there wasn’t enough pressure to crush me.  I was completely surrounded by the soft, smelly sole, except for the leather insole of the boot.  There was no place for a pocket of air, and I felt like I was drowning in Debbie’s foot sweat.  Then she began walking.

As Debbie’s foot tilted forward, it was lifted off of me, but I was now completely wet.  With nothing to hold onto, I started sliding along the insole towards the ball of her foot.  This was definitely going to be the end, since I could see I was positioned directly under this mass of flesh.  Then she lifted her foot completely off the ground, and to my relief, I began sliding out from under the ball of her foot, and back down towards the arch.  I was much relieved, until I realized I was going past the arch.

I can see the firm, rubbery flesh of the heel coming to rest overhead.  The soft leather insole is betraying me, since I am now in the center of the indentation from the giant heel above me.  I can only watch as Debbie’s heel lowers in slow motion on top of me.  The contact feels like a wet, rubber blanket as I’m immediately pressed between the leather insole and the sweaty bare heel of this 18 year old.  My body compresses quickly, and I can’t help but think I shouldn’t have gone for the food… I never thought my life would end this way, crushed out of existence after spending a day and a half inside the leather boot of a young woman… drinking the sweat from her foot… I can’t breathe… pain all over… squish.

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I was startled by the sudden beeping of the controller on my belt.  It didn’t take long to figure out what it meant… I just stepped on somebody inside my boot.

“I think you got one,” Dr. Sanders said to me.

“Yeah, you even beat me,” Kay added.  “I guess I’m just not trying as hard.”  Both laughed, and I just smiled as I looked at my controller to see who it was.  It turned out to be Subject 28 in my left boot.  Poor guy, I couldn’t even check to see what part of my foot got him.  I would have to walk around the rest of the evening with a tiny corpse stuck to the bottom of my sweaty foot inside my boot.  After an evening of continually squishing his remains into my insole, I was guessing there wouldn’t be much left of him. 

It also occurred to me that it was probably my fault for putting some crackers in my boot.  He was probably trying to get to them when I got up from the table.  I felt so bad.  At least I still had three people alive.  I couldn’t wait to get out of these boots tomorrow morning…

(***** Chapter 13 *****)

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

The past day and a half had actually been quite pleasurable.  Jenna had apologized for Caitlan’s conduct, and I was cleaned up before I knew it.  She even held to her word and let me stay home when she went over to Caitlan’s house the next day.  Today, however, we had spent a lot of time talking and watching T.V.  As evening wore on, she got ready for bed, and we talked some more as she casually played with me with her finger.  Funny how I would always end up losing every wrestling match I had against her finger, but I figured I was “slightly” overmatched.  I could tell she enjoyed winning against an adult, even one reduced to four inches.

“Do you want to try another match?” Jenna inquired.  I was slightly tired, but I enjoyed the exercise I was getting.

“Sure,” I replied.

“How about a tougher opponent?” she asked with a smile.  I was uncertain what she meant, but I had a clue.  I knew that she enjoyed the control and power she had when I was at her feet, so this was probably where this match was going.

“Why not!” I yelled in my most challenging tone, trying to flex my muscles like a professional wrestler.  A huge smile crossed her face as he picked me up with a giggle and gently placed my on the floor by her bed.  To either side were her feet, encased in her soft pink slippers.  Before I could even stand up, she moved her left foot and hovered it over me for a moment before she brought it down to cover me completely.  I had only a moment to see the soft pink leather bottom, along with the bits of dirt and fuzz stuck to it, before the soft leather “blanket” engulfed me.

“Where did you go?” Jenna said playfully.  “I wonder if I should stand up and go looking for him?”  This was just her way of saying my life was in her hands, or rather under her foot.  It still got the adrenaline going, being at the mercy of a 13 year old girl.  Especially one that could simply shift her weight and crush me like a bug beneath her leather bottomed slipper.  I could feel her bare foot inside her slipper shift and move as she controlled the amount of pressure she was putting on me.  I definitely felt insignificant.  Then, she moved her slipper off of me.

“There you are!” Jenna exclaimed.  “I almost squashed you!”  Her tone was playful, but there was something in her eyes that seemed strange.  I didn’t really have too much time to dwell on it as she removed her right slipper revealing her bare foot.  I knew it would probably smell a little, since she hadn’t cleaned her feet since the morning, but it didn’t really matter.  She was my friend, and I was willing to put up with things like this.

“Let the match begin!” Jenna announced as her sweaty foot moved towards me.  I jumped on top and started wrestling with her toes.  It was always a little exciting if I could actually move one of her toes with my strength.  Tonight was my lucky night, since I was actually able to pull two of her toes upwards.  However, my hands were getting covered in sweat and grime from having to reach between her giant toes to lift them.  Then, with a quick flick of her ankle, I was tossed forward and onto the floor.  Jenna wasted no time in going for the “pin.”

“I gotcha!” she laughed as I watched the dirty ball of her foot press against my chest.  Looking up, all I could see was the underside of her toes, with dirt and fuzz stuck to their sweaty surface.

“To admit defeat,” Jenna said triumphantly, “you have to kiss my foot.”  This was a new twist, and one I was not really appreciating.  It was bad enough that I had to wrestle the sweaty foot of a young teenager, but this was getting a little out of hand.

“I think it’s time we just go to bed, don’t you think?” I asked.  She paused for a little while, which made me wonder what she was thinking.  All I could do is continue to look at her toes as they made minor moves and twitches.  I was hoping she would make up her mind soon, because I was getting sick from the smell beneath her toes, and I wanted to get out of here.

“All right,” Jenna finally said.  “We can do this again another time.”  But before lifting her foot, she shifted slightly and grabbed my head between her toes.  Looking up between the two dirty walls of flesh on either side of my head, I could see her smiling down at me.

“But never forget whose in charge here, okay?” Jenna said as she gave a final squeeze of my head with her toes.  I saw stars for a brief time, than everything went back to normal.  The sides of my face were covered with the filth and sweat from her toes, but at least I could breathe again.  Then Jenna’s giant hand picked me up.

“Let’s clean up before bed,” she stated as we went to the bathroom to clean up.  She became so gentle that it was like nothing ever happened.  I knew I had better keep watch on her to see how often her more “mischievous” side came out…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

I have no idea what day or time it was, since life seemed to be one big blur of pain.  Caitlan had turned into a sadistic kid who could take out her fantasies on me whenever she desired.  It seemed she liked the idea of having a man between her toes while she walked, but I wasn’t small enough.  So she just put me in her shoe anyway and shoved her foot in right after.  I’ve broken so many bones recently, that I can’t believe I’m still alive.  But they all seem to heal, and I am determined to get back to Jenna and Debbie’s house to end this whole situation.  Suddenly, the alarm went off, and I realized a new day of torment was to begin.  I crawled farther into the toe section of the red leather flat that had become my home, but it was no use, I knew she would find me here.

“Good morning, my pet,” Caitlan said.  “Are you ready for a fun adventure today?”  I was frightened to think of what that could be, but there was nothing to do but come out of my hiding place and wait for her to describe today’s torture.

“You’re going to be meeting a new friend, today,” she continued.  “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”  Then, to my surprise, she got out of bed and walked past my “home” and out the door.  It looked like she might actually go to clean her feet, and my life might become a little better.  I was even more sure of my guess when I heard the shower go on down the hall.  After about fifteen minutes, she came back in and got dressed.

“I had better clean you up, too,” Caitlan stated as she picked me up and brought me into the bathroom.  After a little soap and water, I felt pretty human.  Aside from the fact that I was sitting in the giant hand of a 13 year old sadistic girl.  I was dried off, and we went back into her room.  A half hour later, we had eaten a breakfast and were ready to leave.  I was surprised when I was put into a small purse instead of a shoe.  The day was looking better and better as it went on. 

Caitlan walked for a while, while I swung gently back and forth in the purse.  I could hear cars driving by outside, and people occasionally talking.  Finally, I felt the purse set down, yet the “outside” noises still persisted.  I began to realize we must be in a park or something.

“Hey, Monica!” I heard Caitlan call out.  “Over here!”  There was a pause for a little while, than I heard a different girl’s voice.

“Hi, Caitlan, how you doing?” the voice said.  I could only guess that it was Monica, who would be the new friend I was meeting today.

“I’m great, but have a seat, I need to show you something,” Caitlan answered.  After a short pause, the purse opened, and Caitlan’s giant hand entered and picked me up.  A moment later I was set down on a giant wooden board.  Actually it was part of a picnic table, but I soon forgot about that as I looked around to see the outdoors.  Even though everything was gigantic, it lifted my spirit to see the blue sky with small white clouds drifting by.

“Oh, my god!” I heard a loud voice say.  I looked over to see a young African-American girl looking down at me.  She was probably the same age as Caitlan, but in even better shape.  She was covered with a slight layer of sweat, since it looked like she had just finished jogging.

“Monica, this is my pet,” Caitlan introduced.  “This is the secret I was telling you about.  He’s a real, live person that was shrunk.  He’ll do anything we ask.”  I looked up and waved, trying to be as friendly as possible.  I didn’t dare risk offending Caitlan due to lack of manners.

“He’s so cute,” Monica said with a warm smile.  “Can I hold him?” 

“Sure,” Caitlan replied, “but be careful not to let anyone else see.”  I then watched as Monica’s dark hand came towards me and gently picked me up.  It was slightly wet from her running, but it didn’t bother me after the adventures I had already been through.

“Hi,” Monica whispered down to me.  “How are you doing?”  My heart just about melted.  This was the first person that seemed to be treating me like a human being, instead of some kind of bug or pet.

“I’m fine!  How are you?!” I yelled, but she just smiled.  I had a feeling she couldn’t hear me.  But then she brought me up to her ear for me to repeat what I said.

“You are so cool!” Monica said to me with a smile.  “And I’m doing great.” 

“Here, I’ll show you another fun thing you can do with him,” Caitlan chimed in as she picked me up off of Monica’s hand.  “Can I see your shoe?”

“Sure,” Monica hesitantly replied as she lifted her foot up to the bench.  “Why?”

“Trust me,” Caitlan added.  “Close your eyes.”  I watched as Monica closed her eyes, and I was brought down to her shoe.  It was a nice running shoe, and Monica wore them without socks.  I had a feeling the day was about to get a little warmer.  With a quick move of her left hand, Caitlan grabbed the “arch-side” of Monica’s shoe and pulled it open slightly, while pushing me down into it with her right hand.  My world went from fresh air and light to a dank, wet cellar of darkness.  However, my journey didn’t end beneath Monica’s arch, as Caitlan decided to shove me beneath the ball of her bare foot.

“What are you doing?!” I heard Monica yell.

“Just cooperate, and you’ll see!” Caitlan answered with a firm tone.  By this time, I was being pressed deep into the ball of Monica’s sweaty foot, since there was no room to slip past and move under the toes.  Monica must have decided it was in both our best interests to cooperate, so she arched her foot, and Caitlan pushed me farther in, until I came to rest under Monica’s toes.  Needless to say, my day had become hell.  My back was pressed into the spongy surface of Monica’s running shoe, while I remained facing the underside of her toes.  Everything around me was soaked with sweat, since she had just finished jogging.  The smell was horrendous, but I was more worried about drowning under this young black girl’s bare foot.  I knew that she wouldn’t want to be torturing me, but Caitlan had a way of turning nice people into unwitting accomplices in her sadistic fantasies.  I’m sure she was having no end of entertainment knowing I was suffering under her friend’s reeking foot.

“There, now try walking around,” Caitlan instructed.  I was definitely very nervous, since I was pretty sure I would be crushed if this girl got enthusiastic and started jogging.

“I can’t walk around with a little man in my shoe,” Monica tried to explain.  “I’ll squish him.”  At least Monica seemed reasonable.  There was hope for me yet.

“Just try doing it carefully,” Caitlan continued.  “I do it all the time, and he comes back just fine, though sometimes with a few broken bones.”  She finished with a small chuckle.  And Caitlan was right of course.  If Monica was careful, I would probably survive with only a few broken bones.

“All right,” Monica said slowly.  “I’ll give it a try.”  Then I felt the shoe move, and I grabbed on to one of Monica’s sweaty toes.  As she began to walk, I was pressed deep into the soft sponge of her insole by the weight of her toes.  There was so much sweat all around, that I couldn’t help but get some down my throat.  This caused me to cough, and inhale more of the vile liquid.  I didn’t know how far we had gone, when I got a little relief, and I heard Monica’s voice.

“I’m real sorry about this,” she began.  “It seems Caitlan has been torturing you for a while.  I’ll try and help you get away from her, but you’ll have to trust me.”  It sounded good to me, anything was better than being with Caitlan and her sadistic games.  Monica started walking again, and once more I found myself drowning in her foot sweat.  Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more air into my lungs, the shoe was untied and Monica removed her bare foot from me.

“That was fun!” Monica said enthusiastically.  “Does he do anything else?”  At this question, Caitlan became excited as well.  She was guessing that her friend could relate to all her sadistic games.

“Sure, he can lick your toes!” Caitlan said.  I wasn’t too thrilled on how this was going, but I was hoping Monica would refuse this game.  Instead, she picked me up from inside her shoe and placed me in front of her bare foot.

“Cool!” she exclaimed.  “Get licking, worm!”  I looked up into her face and could see only a slight expression of regret.  I realized that she was trying to do whatever it took to be “best friends” with Caitlan in order to stay close to me.  I guess I would have to play along as well.  I walked over to Monica’s brown giant bare foot and up to her sweaty big toe.  I gave a quick lick and looked up to see if she was satisfied.

“You can do better, worm!” Monica said.  “Go on and lick between my toes!”  She had to be kidding.  After running all morning, there was too much grime and sweat for me to lick up.  However, I knew there was no choice, regardless of Monica’s plan.  So I walked in between her caramel colored toes, pushed my face against the soft, wet flesh, and took a lick.  As if the smell wasn’t bad enough, the filth going down my throat was painful and thick.  I was amazed I could even swallow a mouthful, but I kept going while I waited for someone to tell me I could stop.  After five big licks, I heard Monica laugh.

“That is soooo cool!” she said to Caitlan.  “Do you think I could borrow him for a night?”  I could now see where she was going with this charade.  I wiped my mouth and waited for an answer between Monica’s glistening toes.

“Oh, not tonight,” Caitlan replied.  “Perhaps another time.”  My heart sank.

“Maybe a sleepover this weekend!” Monica suggested.

“That’d be great!” Caitlan agreed.  “But we better get going.  I’ll call you later.”  With that, Caitlan picked me up and began walking away.  I was a little nervous about the “sleepover” this coming weekend, since Caitlan would be there to help direct the “fun.”  I could only hope that Monica would find a way to sneak me out…

(***** Chapter 14 *****)

(***** POV – Norb Lakes *****)

It was finally coming to an end.  I had been trapped in this little bitch’s boot for about 45 hours with some lunatic that had really gotten on my nerves.  Poor little Gary always had something nice to say about this giantess that was making us drink her foot sweat to stay alive.  He even went so far as to eat the dirt that had accumulated between her toes.   Sure he was probably in better shape than me, but I figured it wouldn’t take much to activate my plan.

“Hey Norb,” Gary said to me.  “Today’s the day we get free!  Then we’ll be able to thank Debbie personally for helping us escape.”  Yeah, right.  I wanted to thank her for keeping us trapped in her leather boot with her bare foot sweating all over the place.  And not to mention the smell that constantly assaulted our nostrils to the point we couldn’t even think.  I’m sure that the giant teenager has had the time of her life tormenting us.  But some day I’ll be back to normal size and be able to exact my revenge on her.  For now, my revenge was on this idiot whom I had to spend waaaaay to much time with.

“Hi guys,” we heard the great voice whisper from outside the boot.  “Just an hour left to go, then we can all go home!”  The fact that Gary and I had spent 47 hours in this hell-hole was going to make the execution of my plan that much more special.  The boot creaked, indicating that Debbie was going to begin walking again.  This was the time for my plan.  I moved a little closer to Gary as if I was going to congratulate him for surviving two days inside a leather boot.  He smiled and waved as Debbie began walking.

“Hey Norb,” Gary smiled.  “Did you hear that?  We’re almost home!”  I just smiled and nodded, waiting for Debbie’s next step.  My heart was beating a mile a minute as I glanced briefly at the giant toes nearby.  I watched as they crushed down into the insole as Debbie placed her weight on them.  Then they lifted up slightly indicating her next step was underway.  Looking back at Gary I saw where his hands were hanging onto the edge of the insole, and prepared for my attack.  As the incline began to increase I made my move…

(***** POV – Gary Hendriks *****)

Only an hour to go, and I was watching the gentle movement of Debbie’s colossal toes as she walked.  Suddenly, my hands were hit with something heavy.  I turned to see Norb kick simultaneously at both hands.  My reflexes caused me to immediately let go.  Unfortunately, Debbie was on an “up-step”, causing me to slide down the incline towards her glistening toes.  Everything slowed down as I was swept towards those beautiful gigantic digits.  I tried to angle myself to slide between them, and to my amazement it was working.  I slid between her second and third toes as her foot came to rest at the end of her step.  I was now under the arch of her toes, with nowhere else to go.

“Why did you do that!” I yelled to Norb.  I couldn’t believe he was purposely trying to get this nice young woman to crush me.

“I wanted to see you squish beneath the sweaty foot of your Goddess!” the reply came back.  That was all the discussion we had time for as Debbie began to take her next step.  I was prevented from sliding back to my original position since the weight was still pressing down on her toes.  My current safety spot was getting more and more cramped as I watched the pale flesh of the underside of her toes press me deep into the leather insole.  However, it was only a moment, and the weight lifted off of me.  I immediately tried to crawl back up to safety, but the surface of the leather was too slippery.  As the incline increased, I began sliding downward again.  This time, I wasn’t sure if there would be a safety spot.

“Give your Goddess a little kiss for me before she crushes you out of existence like the bug you are!” is the last thing I hear.  My slide ends right below the ball of Debbie’s foot.  I am now in the indentation and there is no way to get out.  I watch as my “ceiling” begins to collapse and realize this innocent young woman is really going to squish me out of existence like a bug.  It’s not her fault, though, since she was trying to help us out of a hellish situation.  I can’t believe I had survived for two days in this confining leather boot by drinking her foot sweat and eating the grime between her toes.  The softness of her sole is quickly replaced as I am pressed deep into ball of her foot.  I press my lips against the sweaty flesh and give a last good-bye kiss.  I guess if I have to be squished beneath the bare foot of a girl, it’s best that it’s by this innocent teenager.  My ribs break… The flashlight disappears… Bye Debbie… squish.

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

With less than an hour to go, the buzzer went off indicating another one of my subjects died.  I stopped immediately and looked down at my right boot where my weight currently was.  I confirmed the death of Subject 26 with sadness.  He had survived 47 hours of torment, only to be stepped on by me.  And the other bad thing was that I would have to continue to crush him until I could get home and clean up his remains.  Poor guy,  to make it this far, only to fail.

“The first part of the experiment is over,” I hear Dr. Sander’s voice over the speakers.  “Continue the experiment over the next three days at home.  Enjoy the rest of the week!”  Wasting no time, I quickly grabbed by purse and walked slowly and carefully to my car.  I was just praying there would be no more buzzers.  I made it to my car, got in, and started it up.  After driving two blocks, I decided that the passengers in my boot deserved a break.  I pulled over and slowly slipped off my right boot to see what had happened.  The cool air on my bare foot felt fantastic.  Before I removed it completely from the boot, I touched the control to enlarge Subject 29.  Since I didn’t feel him between my toes or anything, I finished removing my foot.

Turning it over, I could see a small dirty red spot in the middle of the pad on my bare foot.  The subject really never had a chance, since he was surrounded on all sides by the flesh from my foot.  I wiped it off with a tissue and quickly enlarged Subject 29 to his full height of 4 inches.  I then turned my boot over and dumped him into my hand.  He seemed a little grumpy, but thanked me anyway.  I set him down on the passenger seat and continued my work. 

Next came my left boot, which I slowly removed and enlarged Subject 30 slowly.  He must have still been in the boot, so I finished removing my foot and looked at the sole.  I thought I could see where Subject 28 was crushed beneath my heel, but I couldn’t be sure.  I finished enlarging Subject 30 and dumped him out into my hand.  He looked a little worse for wear, but managed a smile and a “thank you” which made me feel a little better.  With my subjects safely out of the confines of my leather boots, I placed the boots back on my feet for the ride home.  In only a short while, we would all be cleaned up and could enjoy a few days rest…

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

At last I was on my way home.  I left my boots on the whole way to give them a little extra treat.  The fun we were going to have was going to make everything worth while.  After parking my car in the garage, I ran up the stairs to my apartment.  I was still amazed that none of these little guys had died inside my boots.  I mean I couldn’t have worn tighter boots, and yet they all seemed to have found room and managed to live.  However, it was now time to let these subjects have a taste of freedom.

“All right, we made it home,” I began.  “How about I give you some freedom from the confines of those boots.  I want you to grab hold of my nylons as I remove my foot, and then you can enjoy a little more space.”  I then slowly pulled off my left boot, and heard the buzzer ring to indicate that two subjects had crossed the threshold at the top of my boot.  I turned it off and hovered my foot slightly over the floor.  Then, making a few adjustments on the controller, I enlarged Subjects 6 and 7 to an inch tall.  I felt a brief tug on my nylons before they fell off onto the kitchen floor.  After pulling my left boot back on, I removed my right one in order to let Subjects 4 and 5 out.  All four tiny men lay on my kitchen floor as I pulled my right boot back on.  I actually wanted to keep my boots off, but I figured I didn’t want my feet to get too aired out before my first little game.

“Would you guys like to get cleaned up and have something to eat?” I asked.  This seemed to perk them up, and they all nodded their heads.  I had them crawl onto my hands, and brought them into the bathroom.  With a little soap and water, and a few minutes of soaking, they all appeared to be getting their strength back.  They then climbed back onto my hands, and we returned to the kitchen.

“I’m sure you would like some fresh water before we go too much further,” I stated.  To this, they all agreed again.  So I took out a small bowl and filled it with water.  I watched them greedily gulp down the water as soon as I set it on the floor.  It was like having four tiny pets between my booted feet.

“Before I give you something to eat, we have to make a decision.” This immediately got their attention.  “Over the past two days, Dr. Sanders accidentally stepped on one of her subjects, and Debbie actually stepped on two.  Well, you guys were so good at this that my experiment isn’t looking as realistic as I need it to.  So, to help me out, I need one of you to volunteer to have me step on him.”  The look on their faces was priceless.  It was a combination of fear, frustration, and confusion.  I loved it all.  I wanted to hear what they were saying, so I turned on the speaker for my controller.  All that came through was silence.

“I’ll let you four decide who gets to volunteer,” I continued to instruct them.  “If you can’t decide after 15 minutes, I’ll step on all of you.  And just so you know what you’re volunteering for, I will be using my soft, nyloned-covered foot that you are all used to, and it probably won’t be over too quickly.  Your time begins now.”  I just sat there watching with a smile.  I couldn’t wait to feel one of their struggling bodies beneath my silky foot.  I plugged my earpiece into the controller so that I could hear them without them knowing.

“How are we going to decide this?” Subject 4 asked.

“Does anyone want to volunteer for this to save the rest of us?” Subject 7 inquired.

“Hey, the idea of being crushed into nothing by the stinking foot of this woman isn’t high on my priority list,” Subject 5 chimed in.

“Well, without a clear volunteer, we need to choose another way,” Subject 4 said.  “But we all have to promise to abide by the decision.  We can face off with Rock, Paper, Scissors.  Herb and Frank can face off first, along with Mike and me.  The losers will then go on to the final round to determine who gets to volunteer.”

“Sounds OK,” the other three agreed.  At this point, I had to bend down close to see how things were going to turn out.  This frightened them slightly, and they quickly realized that I had been listening to them.  Not that it mattered too much, since they still had to play their little game.

First came Subjects 6 and 7, or Herb and Frank I think their names were.  These were the two guys from my left boot.  I watched as the game unfolded and Frank lost.  He looked visibly shaken, but Herb looked extremely happy.  On the other team, Subjects 4 and 5 had just finished, and Subject 5, or Mike, had lost.  Now it was on to the final round.  I watched Mike and Frank go at it, and to my delight, Mike lost.  He was the little prick that didn’t want to be crushed by my “stinking” foot.  We’ll see how much fun I can put him through.

“No way!” Mike exclaimed.  “This can’t be happening!  Please, someone else volunteer!  I can’t do this!”  The other guys just stepped back from him and formed their only little group.  Mike collapsed and started to cry.

“Would the volunteer please step forwards,” I said down to them in an ominous voice.  Mike didn’t move, and the others were getting a little nervous.

“Come on, Mike!” Frank called out.  “We all agreed to abide by this!  Now go, before she steps on all of us!”  Mike looked at my giant, black, leather boot encasing my sweating, nyloned foot, then back at the guys.

“Screw all of you!” he yelled.  Then started walking back towards them.  Panic took hold of everyone and they all scattered, treating Mike as a diseased maniac.  It was time for me to put a stop to this.

“All right,” I said in my calmest voice.  “Since there is no clear volunteer stepping forward, there has to be a penalty.”  This caused all of them to stop in their tracks to listen.  I paused for effect before continuing.

“I know that you had all decided on Mike, but he doesn’t want to go by your decisions.  However, he will be forced to volunteer for now, and I will make it rather unpleasant for him.  As for the rest of you, I will issue the penalty later.”  Mike took off running, but there was nowhere for him to go in my kitchen.  I simply took a single step and picked him up.  The others didn’t make a move, since they must have figured I wasn’t going to kill them now.  As for Mike, the fun was about to begin…

(***** POV – Mike Smith *****)

I couldn’t believe this was happening.  This beautiful red-headed giantess was going to step on me for no reason.  Her warm hand did little to reduce my shivering, since fear itself was fueling my spasms.  I couldn’t really hear what she was saying to the other bastards, but I knew that I had to worry more about myself.  Before too long, I was set down on a coffee table in her colossal living room.  Only a few seconds passed before I was joined by the other three.

We all stared as this stunning Goddess slowly pulled off her boots and laid them on their sides next to us.  The black leather boots stood ominously like caves, with a stench coming out of them that quickly reminded us of how we had spent the last two days.  Then five nylon-covered boulders appeared over the edge of the table, as we watched her slowly remove the knee-high nylon from her right foot.  I instinctively took a few steps back, but there was really nowhere to go.  After the nylon was off, she set her foot on the table, where we saw it rise above us like a building.  The smell was just as I had remembered, and the sole looked completely immense.

“Well, Mike,” Ms. Johnson said.  “I think it’s time we begin.  The more you don’t cooperate, the more punishment I will dish out before you squish beneath this tower of my bare foot.  Now why don’t you walk over her and jump into my nylon.”  There was no way I wanted to die like this.  I took off running for the edge of the table.  To my surprise, the other three guys tackled me to stop my suicide attempt.  What bastards!  I only hoped that they would get their punishment eventually.

“I see you want to do things the hard way,” the giantess said as she picked me up.  I opened my eyes to see where she was putting me, and to my horror, I saw I was heading right for her toes.  I struggled to get free, but there was no standing up to the power of this sadistic woman.  I watched as my head was thrust between her big and second toes.  The smell was worse than when I was in her boot.  The second my head was between the giant toes, the bitch squeezed them against my head, than let my body go with her fingers.  My face was being crushed into the sticky, sweaty filth that had accumulated over two days in the crevice of her toes.  I could barely breathe, and it felt as if my head was going to pop like a grape between these massive walls of flesh that were the only things holding me up against her sole.

“Now let’s secure you in place,” I heard as I felt the soft nylon move past my back.  Once this bitch got her knee-high back on, she pulled it incredibly tight, pressing my body deep into the pad of her foot.  She then let go of my head with her toes, and I could look up to see her beautiful face staring at me with a smile.

“I’ve decided to watch some television before I step on you,” Ms. Johnson said in a calm voice.  “But realize in a half hour, you will be nothing but a bloody smear against my soft sole.”  It was a very hard thing to comprehend.  I only had a half hour to live, and all I could do was stare between two giant walls of toe flesh into this sadistic woman’s lovely face as she propped her feet up on the table to watch her soap opera.  I had to continue to smell her foot for the next half hour, only to be crushed when it was over.  This wasn’t fair…

(***** POV – Ronald Jantry *****)

I felt so bad for Mike, since we had survived together inside Ms. Johnson’s boot for two days.  Now as I looked up the giant, silky sole that rose above me on the table, I could just see Mike’s waist and legs as he was pressed into the soft flesh of her sole.  The smell must be horrible, although not as bad as in the boot I would think.  After all, there is at least some fresh air blowing through the nylon mesh.

Along with the other two guys, Herb and Frank, I decided to pretend to watch the television as if this whole experience was normal.  However, I would occasionally look over to the clock on the wall, knowing that Mike’s life was slowly slipping away.  Mike must have realized this too, as I could hear him crying far above.  At least in the boot, you really couldn’t tell you were trying to survive beneath the toes of a giant woman.  Everything was so out of proportion that it just seemed like a life or death adventure.  But once you were an inch tall, suddenly you realized that this is a woman’s foot next to you.  I looked up at the soft sole that was encased in nylon.  I could see the light wrinkles and also the firm skin on the heel and pad. 

Poor Mike, I wished there was something I could do.  But my musings were interrupted by the credits rolling up the television screen.  The television show had ended, and so would Mike’s life, real soon.  I wondered what it was like for him to just wait for his life to end for an entire half hour.  Only being able to look at a woman’s giant toes, or perhaps between them at the woman herself.  But there was nothing I, or anyone else, could do for him.

“Well, that’s the end of the show,” Ms. Johnson announced.  “I’m afraid it’s time for Mike to squish.”  I heard Mike wailing as she brought one foot down off the table and stood up.  The nyloned foot remaining on the table was Mike’s, and it was now arched above us.  We moved out of the way as the giantess slowly lowered her foot to the surface of the table, pivoting on her heel.  Mike was held so tightly against the ball of her foot that I was surprised he could breathe.

“If you have any last words to say to Mike, now would be the time,” Ms. Johnson said after she finished lowering her foot to the table.  We walked around to where her big toe was, but the nylon had pulled her toes together.  Suddenly, all the toes lifted up, and we could see Mike’s head wedged just under and between her big and second toes.

“Please help me!” Mike sobbed.  “This isn’t the way I’m supposed to die!  Please tell her to stop!”  But there was nothing we could say that would change the mind of this giantess.

“Sorry, Mike,” I said.  “Hopefully it will be over quickly.”  It was all I could think of to say.  Herb and Frank echoed my sentiments, than we walked out from beneath the smelly confines of the giant toes.  They lowered ominously behind us…

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

I watched as the tiny subjects walked out from beneath my toes.  I was so turned on by this whole scene that I could barely contain myself.  This guy had spent two days surviving beneath this very same foot, and now it was going to crush him anyway.  I love it when life throws a curve-ball.  And watching him stare at me from between my toes for an entire half hour while he knew his life was ebbing away got me even more excited.  It was now time for my release, along with tiny Mike’s.

“I think you’ve suffered long enough,” I said, just seeing the top of his head between my toes.  “Prepare to squish!”  I then pressed my nyloned foot down a little, than let up.  I heard a little peep come out of him, and decided that maybe I could make this last a little longer.  By pumping my foot gently up and down, I could continually hear him scream against the flesh of my foot.  I also could feel his tiny breath between my toes.  But after a minute, I couldn’t take it any more.

“Bye, Mike,” I whispered down to him.  Then as slowly as I could, I pressed my soft foot down onto him.  He sank deeply into my sensitive sole before I could feel his body begin to give way.  I paused at that crucial point to relish the power I had over this man.  Then, with the tiniest increase of pressure, he popped.  Without waiting any longer, I pressed down fully, causing his fluids to run between my toes.  I wiggled them slightly to get the feeling of his innards as they were ground up further.  One of the other tiny little guys was throwing up, but that was to be expected.  For me, this was more than just a power trip, it was an actual sexual experience.  I sat back down, exhausted.  This was going to take a little while to clean up.  Plus, I really needed a shower.  I placed the three remaining subjects into one of my boots, than set them on the floor.  Now I could take my time…

(***** Chapter 15 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

After being cooped up in the lab for two days straight, I knew I had to have some fun tonight.  The three subjects that had spent 48 hours surviving in my boots were already cleaned up and making themselves at home in my aquarium.  I never thought I’d be keeping little men in there, but it had only been for decoration anyway.  It hat do be thoroughly cleaned before I let them stay in there, since it wouldn’t do to have an insect of some sort crawl in there and make one of them lunch.  As soon as I had restored them all to the appropriate height of 4 inches, I really wanted to step on one of them to feel their tiny body collapse beneath my foot.  However, there were three days left in this experiment, and I wanted to take my time.  No reason to get impatient now.  Plus, I was really glad to take a long hot bath.

Tonight, I knew I had to go out and have some fun.  I called up Kristy, an outgoing friend of mine who loved to party.  Even though it was only Tuesday, I figured she’d love to go out.  As expected, she couldn’t wait to go out to dinner and possibly to a bar afterwards.  I got dressed up in one of my nicer outfits, a short black dress, complete with nylons and high heels.  Now, I generally don’t drink much, but after a wonderful dinner, and staying at the bar until closing time, we were both rather smashed.  Kristy already decided she was going to call in sick tomorrow, so we ended up back at my place to have a few more glasses of wine while continuing to catch up on old times.

“Wow, are these the little guys you were talking about?” Kristy called over to me while looking at the aquarium.  I hadn’t remembered mentioning the tiny subjects, but then again, not everything was completely clear in my head.

“Yes they are,” I called back as I walked over.  Kristy already had taken off the top screen and was reaching in to pick one up.  “Be careful!  They’re very fragile.”

“Don’t worry, I just want to take a closer look,” she said.  “And maybe have a little fun.” Kristy added.  I began to wonder what else I told her, but I figured we could afford to have a little extra fun, tonight…

(***** POV – Ray Black *****)

I awoke from my sleep by two loud voices coming closer to the aquarium.  As I rubbed my eyes to try to wake up, I just about fell over at what I saw.  While I could almost get used to being four inches tall, there were still some things that could shock the hell out of me.  There, before my tired eyes, was Kristy… my ex-girlfriend.  She looked great, normally being 5’6”, blond hair, blue eyes, with a body that was toned from years of athletic participation.  Now, as I watched her approach, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.  She was wearing a white blouse, leather skirt, dark nylons, and black, leather high-heeled pumps.  Our rather messy breakup was also beginning to run through my head, so I figured I’d better try and hide myself.

“Hey, these guys are so cute!” Kristy said to the Dr. as she reached her hand into the aquarium.  Bill let out a slight scream as he was picked up by her giant hand.  She looked at him intensely, before setting him down next to her giant black pump.  Bill just stood there, without moving.  Next went Ed, who was my “bootmate” these past two days.  He ended up next to Bill after Kristy was done looking at him.  I bowed my head to try to hide my features from her as the giant hand returned to pick me up.  I couldn’t help but glance up into the gigantic eyes that were now staring through me.  I prayed she couldn’t focus enough to identify me.  My prayer went unanswered…

“Oh my God!” Kristy exclaimed, almost blowing out my eardrums.  “It’s Ray!”  I continued to watch her face, but I was too close to see the whole thing at once, so I looked from her eyes, to her mouth, to her cheeks.  And the initial surprise on her face slowly changed over to a mischievous grin.

“Is this the guy that cheated on you?” Dr. Sanders asked.  It wasn’t entirely true, since I never did cheat on her.  However, somebody that I had considered a friend liked Kristy, and told her that he saw me with another woman.  Needless to say, sometimes the truth doesn’t matter.

“Yeah,” Kristy said.  “This is the little bastard that cheated on me.  You don’t know how many times I thought about how to get revenge for the way you made me feel, Ray.  And now, here you are in the palm of my hand.  The ideas keep flooding in for what I can do to you!  But I want it to be slow and painful for you, and ultimately satisfying for me.”  My stomach sank as I realized that there was a good possibility that I could be tortured to death by this woman whom I never really stopped loving.

“Let me explain!” I yelled up.  She just smiled, though.

“I don’t want to hear anything out of you!” Kristy yelled back.  I swore I felt my eardrums burst on that one.

“Perhaps you want to take him home, Kristy?” Dr. Sanders said as she picked the other two guys up in her hands.  I had hoped she would say that I was an integral part of the experiment, but that didn’t seem like it was going to happen.

“Could I?” Kristy asked.  “That would be perfect.  But I can do that later.  For now, let’s sit and talk until dawn.”  I expected to be put back in the aquarium at this point, but to my surprise, Kristy stood up and walked over to the leather couch.  She then set me down on the cushion and smiled down at me.

“You always thought I had a nice ass, didn’t you Ray?” Kristy said.  She then turned around and began to sit down.  I was frozen in fear.  I watched as her giant, leather encased ass lowered down towards me.  She was right, of course.  I did think she had a nice ass, among other things.  I just never really wanted to be crushed by it!  As the soft leather of her skirt touched me, I realized this was probably the end.  I was pressed between two soft surfaces that became more and more unyielding as Kristy increased the weight.  However, she had positioned me perfectly with one butt cheek on either side.  When she finally finished sitting down, there was hardly any air coming to me.  There was a leather seal around my entire body, and I was worried that I would suffocate.  However, luck was still with me as a crease in the cushion allowed a tiny little vent for air to come in.  But it wasn’t going to do much for the heat that was beginning to build up from the colossal ass pressing me into the cushion.  I just tried to stay calm.  I had a feeling this was only the beginning…

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I watched as Kristy sat down on her tiny ex-boyfriend.  She did it carefully enough that I wasn’t too worried that she crushed or suffocated him.  Besides, I had given him to her anyway.

“So, let’s have a little relaxation while we talk,” I suggested.  With that, I slipped off my heels and placed a little guy on the floor at my feet.  He recoiled slightly at the smell, but I knew he wouldn’t dare make a run for it.

“What did you have in mind?” Kristy asked.

“There is nothing more relaxing than a foot massage,” I told her.  “Except one that’s done by a four inch tall man.  And with that, I knocked the little guy down and placed my nylon covered foot on top of him.  I then placed the other subject down next to Kristy’s pumps.

“Hey, worm!” she called down.  “How about removing my shoes?”  I chuckled as the subject walked up to Kristy’s giant leather pump and began tugging on the heel.  With a little help from her, he was finally able to tug it completely off.  I was impressed.  And even though he was a little out of breath, she wasted no time in covering him with her dark nyloned foot.

“There we go,” I said.  “Now both of you can please us by giving us an excellent foot rub.”  I’ll admit it tickled a little at first, but after a while I began to get totally relaxed.  Kristy and I must have talked and drank for hours as everything got more and more hazy.  This was the most relaxed I’d been in weeks…

(***** POV – Ed Quirtle *****)

I could see the dim light of the dawn as I slowly crawled out from beneath the stinking softness of the Doctor’s foot.  My arms were killing me, but it had been quiet for a while now, so I decided to give myself some fresh air.  I followed the long leg up and saw that the good doctor had fallen asleep on the couch.  Not far away was the other giantess, Kristy.  She, too, seemed asleep. 

“Hay, Bill!” I whispered as loudly as I dared.  I walked slowly towards the black pillar of Kristy’s nyloned leg.  As I approached her foot, I could see Bill’s lower legs extending from beneath the colossal toes.

“Help,” I heard the muffled whisper from Bill.  His head was caught right beneath and between two of her toes, and she was absentmindedly playing with his head while she slept.  She would spread her big and second toes around his head, then squeeze.  However, the tightness of the nylons caused her toes to immediately slide upward and past his face.  I felt really bad for him, since this had probably been happening for the past hour. 

So, I grabbed hold of his legs and waited for the perfect time.  Then, with all my strength, I pulled as hard as I could.  After a little tug of war with the giant toes, I succeeded in pulling Bill out.  His face was all red and bloody from the constant scraping of the nylon against his face.

“You know the worst part wasn’t the scraping,” he said.  “It was the constant putrid smell from between her toes!  I can’t take these experiments much more.”  It was then that it dawned on us that we were kind of free.  We weren’t in an aquarium, and both of our “masters” were asleep.  We couldn’t let this opportunity pass us by.

“What about that cute blond from the chamber next to ours?” I thought out loud.  “She always seemed nice, and I think she might be taking better care of her people than either the doctor or the red-head.”

“Yeah, but what was her name?” Bill added.  He was right, without a name, there was no hope.

“But if the doctor is in charge of all this,” I continued my thoughts, “she would have to keep all of the numbers close at hand, in case of an emergency.  Let’s check by the phone!”  I was so excited that I couldn’t help but run towards the center of the room to try to figure out where the phone was.

“The phone’s over here!” I heard Bill yell.  He was by the end table, but looked too exhausted to climb.

“Don’t worry, I’ll climb, you just keep watch,” I told him as I grabbed hold of the table leg.  I was amazed at how quickly I was making progress.  It was fortunate that the table had a stylized design on the legs to assist me.  As I neared the top, I swung my legs over and finished the climb.  Luck was still with us as I looked at the speed dial settings on the phone.  Most of the names I didn’t recognize, but “Debbie” sounded familiar.  I had to take a chance.  I used as much of my strength as I could to push the receiver off the phone base, then hit the speed dial.  The wait was killing me, but I just stood there with anticipation.

“Hello?” a groggy voice came over the speaker.  I immediately went to the input side of the phone and yelled.

“Is this Debbie from the University?” I asked.

“Yeah, who’s this?” Debbie answered, trying to clear her head.

“Hi, this is Subject 19 in the experiment.  I have been tortured over the past day, and I am fearing for my life!  Is there any way you can help me and Subject 16?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right over!” Debbie said to my delight.  “But you have to find a way out of the house.”  She then hung up.  I yelled down to Bill what our next objective was, and he immediately started heading for the front door.  Even from my vantage point, I could see the mail slot in the door.

As I was contemplating on how I was going to actually climb down off the table, I was completely startled by a loud beeping coming from the phone.  I had forgotten to hang it up, and now it was giving the “notification alert” sound.  Movement to my right caught my eye, and I froze.

“Well, well, well,” the doctor’s voice rang out.  “It looks like we have an escape attempt!”  I couldn’t risk what she would do to me, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and jumped from the table.  I didn’t care if the fall would kill me, since it would be preferable to what the doctor would think up as punishment.  Unfortunately, her reflexes were still quite good, and I landed in her cupped hand, only a few inches down from the edge of the table.

“I can’t let you off that easy,” she said.  I noticed Kristy waking up now, and she was watching what was playing out.

“Perhaps I should leave?” Kristy asked.

“That could be a good idea,” Dr. Sanders answered.  “I have some business with my little subject here.”  The tone in her voice indicated she was really pissed.  I watched Kristy put her shoes back on her feet and turn around to pick up an unconscious Ray.  She finished by picking up her purse and walking to the door.

“I’ll call you later, and thanks for Ray!” Kristy said cheerily as she opened the front door to leave.  Then, to my great joy, I saw Bill run out from the corner and dive out the door before it closed.  At least he had a pretty good shot at a rescue.

“Well, my little rebel,” the doctor said through gritted teeth.  “Where is the other one?”

“Fuck you!” I yelled up at her.  “You’ll never find his hiding spot in this huge house of yours!”

“So, do you know where he is?” the giantess asked while giving me a slight squeeze.

“Of course I do!” I yelled.  “I was hiding with him before I decided to try to use the phone.  It was just that I took too long to dial the number and the phone woke you up.  We would have escaped if I had been faster!”  I was really hoping she would believe the lie.  I figured the longer she searched for Bill in here, the better his chances of survival.  Dr. Sanders than set me down on the coffee table and pinned my legs down with her foot.  Even though all I could see was the side of her foot stretching up into her awesome leg, my nostrils were still filled with the stench from her wearing nylons all night.

“I’ll give you a chance to tell me where he is before I crush your legs,” she said calmly.

“Never, Bitch!” I screamed bravely.  A brief look of anger came over her beautiful face before she relaxed and smiled.  Without saying another word, she pressed the ball of her foot down.  I instinctively tried to sit up, but the crunching of my legs and hip caused me such pain that I nearly blacked out.  I could feel myself going into shock, which would be a relief.  I figured there was no way I would ever walk again anyway after having a giant foot step on my lower body.

“I could do a lot more damage to you if you don’t tell me what I need to know,” Dr. Sanders purred down to me.  It was amazing that this sadistic demon of a woman could still look sexy.  As I tried to get breath in me so that I could reply, she playfully lifted her foot and touched my face with her big toe.  I recoiled as much as I could, since the stench was actually bringing me back to full consciousness, rather than the reverse.

“I won’t say,” I whispered as I was trying to catch my breath.  I then saw her reach down and extend my arm perpendicular to my body.  Then she placed her big toe over it and smiled down at me.  I tried to pull free, but the weight of that giant nyloned boulder made it impossible.  And her toe came right up to my body so that my cheek was pressed lightly against the silky flesh.  Again, without saying anything more, she pressed her toe down.  As the bones in my arm were crushed into dust, I took a deep breath and screamed.  It no longer mattered that the air was filled with the smell from her foot.  The pain seemed too much for me to take, yet my body wouldn’t pass out.  I looked as she lifted her foot off of me and the table, and I couldn’t believe the damage.  My legs and arm were completely flattened.  My pants looked like they were laying on the table without being worn.

I couldn’t take any more pain, as I waited for her to ask the question to me again.  However, Dr. Sanders simply extended my other arm and crushed it in the same manner.  I cried out in pain, which simply made her smile a little more.  I knew that there was no surgeon in the world that could repair the damage that was done to me.  I just wanted to die, but for some reason my body wouldn’t shut down and lose consciousness.  All I could do is stare up at this Goddess of a woman and wait for the end.

“All right, Subject 16!” she yelled out.  “If you don’t come out, I’m going to step on him and crush him beneath my foot!  You have 30 seconds!”  It seemed like she wanted to give both of her feet some pleasure as she lowered her right foot to the floor, only to lift her left one over me.

I can only stare at the wrinkles of Dr. Sanders colossal sole as she lowers it down onto me.  The nylon stretched tight around her foot causing a silky smooth texture to her heel, pad, and toes.  Finally the pad touches down on my chest, with my head directly beneath her toes.  The smell is as bad as I expected, but I had put up with worse while trying to survive in her boot.  It was only yesterday that we believed the experiment was over and we were free, but now it seems that life is cheating.  I survived 48 hours under this foot, and now it was going to crush me beneath its silky softness.

“10…9…8…” the giantess counts down.  I simply can’t believe I am about to be flattened beneath this beautiful woman’s foot like a bug that found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.  I know for a fact that Bill will not come out, since he doesn’t even know what’s happening to me.

“7…6…5…” Only five seconds of life left, and I realize there was so much I had wanted to do in this life.  But that is simply wishful thinking now.  It will soon be over.

“4…3…2…1…Squish…”  I take my last breath of air that is filled with the smell of foot sweat and nylon, only to have it forced out of my lungs by the monstrous weight of the doctor’s nylon encased foot.  My ribs crack immediately, and my head is forced deep beneath her toes.  I can’t help but think that I never really wanted to observe a woman’s toes at this close range.  I wish Bill the best of luck… My chest collapses… Sides beginning to split…At last it’s over…Squish.

(***** Chapter 16 *****)

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

Part of me was thankful that I had met Monica, and that she was going to try to help me.  However, until she actually got around to helping me, she continued to play the part of an evil teenager who loved to torment me.  It was the afternoon, and Caitlan had agreed to have Monica come over for a visit.  It was very hard to tell that Monica wasn’t getting too much into this, since she had come over after her run, and this gave Caitlan yet another method of torturing me.

“Come on and clean my toes!” Monica laughed with Caitlan joining in.  I approached Monica’s brown glistening toes and looked up into her face to see if there was any remorse at what she was going.  There didn’t seem to be any, but perhaps she was just getting into the part.  I went to her big toe first and started licking the front of it.  The smell wasn’t good, but at least there was plenty of fresh air around me.  It wasn’t like being trapped in her shoe.

“Keep going,” Monica said as I finished with the front of her big toe.  That seemed to indicate she wanted me to lick in between.  The wide grin on Caitlan’s face indicated she couldn’t wait to see me lick out the crud between this young black girl’s toes.  I tried holding my breath, but that lasts only so long before I have to breathe again.  And then I have to suck in even more vile air, which is worse than just getting use to it in the first place.  However, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t get used to the sweat from Monica’s toes.  The bitterness and acidic taste just burned my tongue and throat.  Not to mention when I had to lick up the grime from the soft flesh between Monica’s giant toes.  I don’t know how I managed not to throw up, but I figured I had to play my part until I found a way out.

“Now that pipsqueak has had something to eat,” Caitlan giggled after I had cleaned between Monica’s toes.  “I’m beginning to feel hungry myself.  Can I get you anything?”  I paused briefly in my duties to pay attention to this conversation.

“Just a soda,” Monica replied.  Caitlan then stood up and left the room with a joyful smile on her face.

“Sorry about all this,” Monica said down to me when Caitlan had left.  “Are you doing OK?”  She seemed sincere, but did she have to go along with Caitlan so much?

“I’m alright,” I told her after she held me up to her ear.  “But I need you to tell Debbie that Caitlan has me.  She thinks I’m dead.”

“Who’s Debbie?” Monica inquired.

“She’s the sister of Jenna, another friend of Caitlan’s,” I tried to explain.  “Debbie can get me grown back to normal size.  She’ll at least know what to do about this situation.”  Monica nodded.

“Yea, I know Jenna, I’ll contact her this afternoon,” she said with a genuine smile.  “Perhaps this whole situation can be over soon.”  That was my sentiments exactly.  However, we both heard Caitlan’s footsteps coming down the hall, and suddenly I was whisked back down to the floor.  I saw the giant brown foot approaching at high speed, and before I knew it, my face was shoved right between Monica’s second and third toes.  As she held me there, I was almost drowning in the sweat and “mud” between those toes.  I began coughing, and Caitlan walked in just in time to see Monica release me from her toe hold, and me coughing up sweaty toe filth.

“I love having you come over,” Caitlan said with a laugh.  “I can’t wait until this Saturday for the sleepover!”  As I finally began taking in normal air, I realized that this Saturday had the potential for being a hellish nightmare.  But there was nothing I could do.  I only hope Monica was able to get Debbie my message…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I was thrilled that I was back home and had retrieved another miniaturized man from the experiment.  I found out his name was Bill, and that he made it out of the house by the supreme sacrifice of his friend Ed.  I was sad about Ed, but I told Bill that I was beginning to develop a plan on how to get everyone back to normal and destroy the experimental equipment.  If everything went as planned, everyone would be back to normal in a week.

“Excuse me, Debbie, could I talk to you in private?” Jason asked as he walked up to me.  He looked concerned, so I picked him up and went into the bathroom to hear what he had to say.

“I was awake last night, and I heard something disturbing,” Jason began.  “One of the new guys, Norb, was talking in his sleep.  I don’t remember the entire dialogue, but it seemed to indicate that he had pushed his partner, Gary, beneath your foot so that you would step on him.  Could this be true?”  I was stunned at what Jason said.  It was true that the other subject in my boot with Norb was named Gary.  It was also true that he died by me stepping on him, only an hour before I would let them all go free.  I had to know for sure if we had a murderer among us.

“Why don’t you carefully try to get more information,” I said.  “I will decide tomorrow what we should do.”  He nodded, and I brought him back to the others.  Life never seemed easy, and just when I thought I had saved four good guys, I might have to punish one of them.  What was I going to do…?

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

I was wishing that I could play with my little “friends” all day, but I knew I was having company tonight.  Besides, all of them looked pretty exhausted after playing with my feet all day.  I must admit I enjoyed the feeling of grappling a tiny man with my toes, or rolling them around beneath my bare sole.  I’m sure many of them had broken limbs, but it was such fun!  And I had enough control not to crush any.  I figured I wouldn’t be able to keep that control tomorrow, but they didn’t need to know that.  In the mean time, I prepared for a visit from my sister, Jennifer.

I shrunk the three subjects down to an inch, and placed them back in my boot.  Then I put the boots in my bedroom and finished cleaning up the place.  It had been a while since I had visited with any of my family, and my sister was one of a kind.  A ring at the doorbell indicated she was here, so I tossed the last bit of junk in the closet and went to the door.  I was surprised that my sister had brought her daughter along, but I guess it had been an even longer time since I had seen her.  Stacy was her name, I think.  She had to be only seven or eight years old.  I welcomed them both in, and before I knew it, Jennifer and I were deep in discussions of how everything was.

“Who are you?” I heard Stacy suddenly say from somewhere.  I looked over to the bedroom, and noticed the door was open.

“I’ll be right back, Jen,” I said as I walked quickly to the bedroom.  There to my horror, I saw Stacy with a little man in her hand.  I looked over at my boots to see them knocked over in the middle of the room.  I quickly shut the door as Stacy looked up at me.

“I was playing dress up and look what crawled out of your shoes!” she said excitedly.  I was fuming but also had to do damage control as fast as possible.  It appeared that she had only seen one of them, so I reached over and picked up my boots and set them aside.  This was not going to be easy…

(***** POV – Frank Esterton *****)

I was petrified.  Here I was in the hand of a young child, not knowing what was going to happen next.  We had all wondered what was happening when the boot moved.  And when it went over onto its side, I decided to investigate, since I didn’t have any of my limbs broken.  I just peeked my head out to see a young girl sitting on the floor, pushing her tiny bare foot into the other boot.  However, she saw me and wasted no time in picking me up.  I had no idea what to do, as Ms. Johnson came into the room and tried to fix the problem.

“Oh, I see you have found my little experiment,” Kay said to the little girl.  The girl seemed to have no concept of how hard to hold me, and I could barely breathe in her soft hand.

“What is it?” the girl asked in wonder as she opened her hand.  I collapsed, just trying to catch my breath.  She was cute, looking slightly like Ms. Johnson, with red hair and a face that was going to be stunning when she grew up.

“Well, Stacy,” Kay paused.  “It’s a new type of action figure for little boys to play with.”  I went along with the idea and quickly stiffened my body so that I looked like a tiny action figure.  Stacy looked down at me with her large blue eyes.

“Oh,” Stacy paused in turn.  “I don’t like action figures for boys.”  The giant hand then turned over, and I began to fall.  While it was probably only three feet off the ground in reality, it was like falling out a 20 story window for me.  I could only watch as the ground approached at high speed.  I was actually heading right towards her little bare foot, but she moved it at the last minute, and I landed on the carpet with extreme pain.  Both of my legs snapped, and I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Oops, I think he broke,” Stacy said looking down at me.  I continued to try to remain motionless as I stared up the side of her foot, past her legs and into her inquisitive face.  Soon the ground shuttered a little as Kay walked over and her face came into view as well, only much farther away.

“Yup, they are a bit fragile,” she said with a smile.  “Why don’t you just step on him, then I’ll clean up the tiny fluids inside him.  I’ll make another action figure tomorrow.”  I couldn’t believe what Kay just said.  She was actually encouraging this seven year old girl to step on me.

“OK…” is all Stacy says as she stares down at me.  I watch as her normally little foot rises off the ground and hovers above me.  I try to move, but the horror of being stepped on my a little girl, along with my broken legs, is paralyzing.  The sole of her bare foot is dirty from wearing sandals all day, but I am amazed that it hardly has any wrinkles on it.  Her cute toes come towards me, and I am covered by the soft, smooth ball of her bare foot.  It’s very dirty, and smells slightly of rubber and sweat, but not as bad as I’ve experienced recently.

“Bye, action figure!” Stacy giggles as she begins to press down.  It is definitely humiliating to be squished into the dirty sole of a first grade girl.  She obviously doesn’t know what she is doing, but that isn’t much comfort to me.  The softness of her pad disappears as pain shoots through my entire body.  I am actually going to die… My organs are crushing… My face is pressed deep into her grimy sole… Blackness… crunch.

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

I smiled at Stacy and told her to sit down.  I picked up her cute little bare foot and looked at the bottom.  The tiny guy was stuck to the bottom of her smooth, dirty sole.  I wiped it off, causing Stacy to giggle.  She would probably never realize that she got to crush the life out of an adult man.  It was definitely worth the fact that I would only be able to play with two more guys over the next couple of days.

I told Stacy to go tell her mom what happened, and that she should probably stay out of my bedroom.  She left and excitedly explained to her mom that she stomped an action figure to death.  I came out of the room and explained that I was working for a toy company making a new type of action figure.  Jennifer just smiled, and we continued talking about how her life was going.  Nobody was the wiser at the demise of one of my subjects at the foot of my seven year old niece…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I was concerned over whether or not Norb had really caused the death of another subject.  I had given Jason a little more time to find out information, and I realized I couldn’t really wait much longer.  Around noon, I took Jason away from the others and asked him if he found anything else.

“Well, I found out a little more,” He said.  “I pretended that I didn’t like Gary, and I told Norb that he had been talking in his sleep about how he killed Gary.  Norb was hesitant at first, but then admitted that he kicked Gary off their safety ledge and watched as you squashed him.  I don’t know if he was just trying to impress me, or if he actually did it.”  This seemed like more than enough proof for me. 

“Thanks, Jason,” I said to the little guy in my hand.  “I’ll bring you back to the others, but don’t say anything, yet.  I have to decide what to do.”  He nodded, and I took him back to my room.  I was getting madder and madder at the thought of some idiot making me step on Gary.  It was then that my sister came in.

“Hi Deb, can I talk to you for a second?” Jenna said.  It appeared that this would be the day for private conferences, so I went with her into her room.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, someone I know from school called me yesterday and wanted to meet me at the park,” Jenna began.  “So, I went there, and Monica told me that she saw Caitlan with a shrunken man.”  I was stunned by this news.  Could it really be possible?

“How do you think this happened?” I asked.

“She probably really didn’t step on the little man in her shoe,” Jenna guessed.  “Remember the day I stepped on a little guy in my sandal?  Caitlan said she did the same, but perhaps she didn’t!”  That made sense, considering the rest of the men were accounted for.

“Is your friend, Monica, sure of what she saw?” I inquired.

“Yup,” Jenna replied.  “She said she actually got to hold him.  I guess she’s going to a sleepover on Saturday.  She said she would try to get him then.”  A plan was now beginning to form in my mind. 

“Could you tell Monica that I want to see her tomorrow?” I said.  “I think I have a way for her to safely get our guy home.”  It would be a risk for Monica, but not as risky as stealing the little guy outright.  Hopefully, everything would go according to plan…

(***** Norb Lakes *****)

I had spent another boring day chatting with the other guys, but at least I was well liked, especially by Jason.  He said he didn’t care for Gary, and seemed impressed at the way I organized his demise.  We had spent another night in Debbie’s boot, which I was getting really tired of.  It wasn’t that it smelled too bad, it was just that I wanted to be normal again, and living in a teenager’s boot was not making me feel any better.  At least we got to walk around during the day, but we always had to stay near the closet in case anyone came in unexpectedly.  Debbie was almost always at her desk, writing in a notebook or typing on her computer.  Every now and then I found myself staring at her beautiful bare feet, wondering what it was like for Gary to be squished beneath one of them.  Served him right, though.  He died like the worm he was.  My attention was suddenly diverted as the door opened and two young girls came in.  One was Jenna, Debbie’s sister, but the other one I didn’t recognize.  She was young black girl, about the same age as Jenna.

“Well, I wanted all of us to get together to tell you of some information I recently came across,” Debbie began.  “This is Jenna’s friend, Monica, and she recently discovered another miniaturized man at Caitlan’s house.”  Who cares?  And who is this Caitlan?

“Yeah,” the giant black girl said.  “He’s not in great shape, and I want to get him out of there as soon as possible.”  I watched as she sat down on the bed.  Monica seemed to be very athletic and was wearing sandals on her giant feet.  I couldn’t help but think it would be fun to toss someone under her giant, dirty brown sole.

“Well,” Debbie continued, “it has also come to my attention that in the last experiment someone was murdered.  I believe Norb intentionally pushed Gary under my foot so that I stepped on him.”  How could she know this! 

“That’s ridiculous!” I yelled.  “There is no way I would do such a thing!”  There was really no proof, so I could never be convicted in a court of law.

“I think you did,” Debbie said looking down at me.  “And therefore I had to come up with the punishment.”  What was she talking about?

“I would like a fair trial!” I yelled back up at her.  “I have rights!”

“The evidence I have is enough,” she said back.  “And you only have the rights I give you.  If you were full size, I have no doubt that you would get away with what you did.  However, here, I am judge and jury.  You have been found guilty, and you will fit perfectly into my plan.”  What was this plan she was talking about?

“What plan?!” I asked.

“Well, Monica will take Norb with her to the sleepover tomorrow at Caitlan’s house,” Debbie stated.  “At some time, she will switch Norb with the other tiny man.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard,” Monica chimed in.  I looked up into her dark, pretty face, and saw that she was really interested in this plan.

“As soon as you have hidden the other tiny guy,” Debbie continued.  “I want you to step on Norb.”  I just about fell over as Debbie paused for effect. 

“You can’t let this little bitch step on me!” I protested.

“Actually, I need Monica to not only step on you,” Debbie said, “but also to crush and grind you so completely beneath her foot that you can’t be recognized.”  I looked over at Monica to see her thinking about this plan.

“I think I can do this,” she finally said with a slight smile on her face.  “Besides, the other guy has been though so much.  I would be happy to do anything to help him go free.”

“He’s all yours,” Debbie said with a wave of her hand.  I could only watch as Monica’s soft, tan hand enveloped me.  I was still in complete shock at the thought of this young black girl actually stepping on me. 

“One more thing,” Monica said.  “The other guy is only about an inch tall.”  Within a few seconds, I was reduced to an inch tall as well.

“Good Luck!” I heard Debbie say.  I felt Monica begin to move and couldn’t help but be terrified at the prospect that I might only have 24 hours to live.  My life depended on how well I could reason with this young giantess…

(***** Chapter 17 *****)

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I knew I probably shouldn’t have done it.  But after spending an entire day looking for my last subject, I had to do something to satisfy my overwhelming desire to have a little man to torment.  So I had gone back to the lab and to my extreme pleasure, noticed a janitor and his son working in one of the hallways.  It didn’t take much to persuade them to help me move some heavy equipment, even though the son only looked to be fourteen years old and was kind of scrawny.

So after a few hours of satisfying work, they both lay unconscious on my coffee table.  I had slipped into my nice black bathing suit to give them something nice to wake up to.  I just stared down at them, wondering what great things we would do today.  I was very happy when they both began to wake up.

“So how are you both feeling?” I asked.  They both looked terrified as they realized that they were only four inches tall.  Actually the boy was a little less then four inches tall, but that was OK by me.  My new subjects remained silent as they took in their surroundings.  They were programmed into my controller as Subjects 31 and 32, but their actual names were Steven and Bobby Norton.  And Bobby couldn’t help but stare at me in a mix of fright and lust.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked them.

“What’s going on here?” Steve asked irritably.  I knew he was confused, and also that he wanted to try to exert control.

“You have been shrunk for my experiment,” I told them.  “I just want to do a few things, then we’ll be finished.”  It was nice that I didn’t have to lie to them.  By the end of the weekend they would both be finished.

“Why don’t you just let my son out of here, and you can do all the experiments on me,” Steve bargained.  It was touching to see a father look out for his son, but I really did need both of them.

“I think I’ll keep you both for now, but why don’t I get you guys some water.  You must be thirsty.”  I got up and walked towards the kitchen.  I could feel their tiny eyes on me, and I knew my spandex-covered ass was giving them a show.  There were many ways to control a person, but I always found having a shapely body worked the best.  Working out definitely paid off.  As I came back, I looked at them watching me and couldn’t help but feel a tingle.  I set their bowl full of water in front of them and watched as they suspiciously drank from it. 

Bobby was more relaxed, but at the same time far more aroused at my appearance.  He probably didn’t get to spend too much time with girls, so I figured I could give him some extra attention.

“So, Bobby, do you like my outfit?” I asked in a nonchalant way.

“Yes, Ms. Sanders,” he stuttered out.  “You look very nice.”  He was blushing, so I figured I could continue to play.

“Oh, but you haven’t seen all of it,” and with that, I stood up and stepped onto the coffee table with first my right foot then my left.  This gave him a close-up view of my black leather sandals.  It also caused both of them to pause in wonder as they looked at my giant feet, then followed up my legs, my chest, then finally my face staring down at them from 100 feet away.

“So, Bobby, do you like my sandals?” I asked.  I could see that his father was getting angry at me for playing with his son, but he was too intimidated at the moment to do anything.

“Yes, they look very nice,” Bobby answered.  I was beginning to get too excited at this whole little game I was playing, but I wanted it to last a little bit longer.

“So, what part of my body do you like the best,” I asked mischievously.

“What kind of question is that to ask my son!” Steve chimed in.  I didn’t need this right now, so I reached down and picked up the tiny little man.

“I don’t need any comments from you right now,” I whispered as I touched my controller.  He was shrunk down to a half inch.  I then pulled away the spandex covering my left breast and dropped him in.  He landed gently on the soft flesh, and rolled to my nipple, before I let the spandex of my swimming suit cover him back up.

“Well, Bobby, what part of me do you like best,” I asked again.  However, my concentration was wavering as the dad kept wiggling around, trying to escape.  The swimming suit kept him pressed tightly against my breast, but the movement was really turning me on.

“You have a nice butt,” Bobby finally whispered in an embarrassed tone.  I was flattered, and knew I could do Bobby a great favor.

“Would you like a closer look?” I asked.  He simply nodded, and tried to keep himself from getting too excited.  However, sometimes too much of a good thing is bad.  He was about to find this out.  I reached down and gently pushed him over onto his back.  Using my thumb to keep him in place, I slowly lowered myself onto the young teenager.  It didn’t take him long to realize that his wish may be bigger than expected. 

“Wait!” I heard him yell, just before I made contact with him.  However, I was too far to stop now, so I just decided to finish lowering myself down.  I removed my thumb and settled my athletic ass on top of him.  He was nestled snugly between my black, spandex-covered ass cheeks, and his wiggling was turning me on as much as his father’s.  Which reminded me…

“You can come out now,” I said as I reached in and pulled Mr. Norton off of my breast.  I enlarged him back to four inches and set him next to me on the table.

“Where’s my son!” he screamed.  I paused for a moment, than decided to respond.

“I’m sitting on him,” I informed Mr. Norton as I pointed between my butt cheeks.  He ran over immediately and started calling for his son.  I could still feel wiggling, and he was able to choke out a small whisper.

“Help me,” Bobby managed say.  My weight was probably making it very hard to breathe, but at least he was able to get some air in.  Though I imagine my body heat was beginning to get the better of him as well.

“Get off of my son, you BITCH!” Mr. Norton yelled.  How unprofessional.  However, I could be accommodating if I wanted to be.

“Very well, I’ll move,” I said as I lifted up my left butt cheek and slid over before pinning the young Norton directly beneath it.

“Don’t go down any further!” Steve yelled.  “You crush him!”  I just looked down and smiled.

“That is the intention,” I said as I continued to apply only enough pressure to pin Bobby beneath me.  “I suggest you say your good-byes.”

“Noooo! You can’t do this!” Steve responded.

“Please dad, get her off of me,” a whispered response came from Bobby.  The time had come.

“Time’s up,” I said down to them as I slowly began to lean back towards my left.  I could feel Bobby engulfed by the soft spandex-encased flesh of my ass.  There was no way for him to get air, so I wanted this to be a quicker end.  I heard him sob a few times as I continued to add pressure to his surroundings. 

“Please stop!” Mr. Norton pleaded.  I would deal with him later, but for now I was concentrating completely on his son.

“Calm yourself, Steve,” I said as I concentrated on his son’s feeble movements.  “Your son is giving me intense pleasure by sacrificing himself beneath me.  I love the feeling I’m getting my crushing him beneath my ass.”  After all, what more could a fourteen year old ask for than to be sat on by a beautiful goddess like myself.  I could feel his tiny body begin to quiver, and knew that the moment of his death was pivotal.  I paused as long as possible before applying just a touch more weight.  It was then that I could feel his little body collapse and flatten out.  I finished applying my weight as I sat completely upright. 

“How could you do that to a kid!” Steve sobbed.  I could see a small pool of blood coming out from beneath my swimming suit.

“He said I had a nice ass, and that he wanted to see it closer,” I explained.  “I gave him his wish, while satisfying mine.”  I got up, and tried to look at what remained of Bobby.  However, all I saw was a pool of blood, and Mr. Norton fainting.  Apparently, Bobby was stuck to the center of my smooth, soft ass cheek.  I chuckled a little as I went to the bathroom.  I had to see this…

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

Man, what a day.  I once again was able to fight the urge to crush one of my two remaining subjects.  However, tonight I had a beautiful plan.  Tonight I would get the release that I had been waiting for.  Though I must admit it was exciting to see my little niece crush one of the little bastards, I knew I had to get one myself.  But I wanted it to be slow and painful.  So after a day of preparing my feet by wearing my confining leather boots barefoot, I was ready to begin my plan.

“Well, there are only two of you left,” I stated down to my remaining subjects.  They just stood on the table staring up at me.  “While I’m hoping that both of you make it through the next couple of days, I will offer a guarantee to one of you.  I will promise one of you that you will not be crushed to death.  However, you both have to agree on who that person is.”  I knew this tempting offer was too good to pass up, so it was with great pleasure that I watched Subjects 5 and 6 debate.

“I think you guys have had enough time, have you come to a decision?” I asked.  They debated a little more, than Subject 5 stepped forward.

“It’s been decided that I will be the one not to be crushed,” he announced.  I had a feeling it was going to be Subject 5, or Ron, if I remembered his name correctly.  He was rather scrawny, and he had less chance of living past any game I played with them. 

“All right, Ron,” I began, “I promise I won’t crush you.  That is, unless you ask me to.  I wouldn’t want this promise to keep me from fulfilling a request you make for me to crush you.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Johnson, I’m pretty sure I won’t make that request,” Ron said.  It was quite possible he wouldn’t.  However, I was going to make him at least think about it.

“Both of you wait right here for a second,” I got up and walked to the kitchen for some plastic wrap and tape.  I then returned to the living room.  It was nice to see the guys look decidedly nervous.  It didn’t lessen as I took a piece of plastic wrap and placed it on the table.

“What are you doing?” Ron asked.  I just smiled as I smoothed out the plastic.

“I need you to lay very still,” I said to him as I picked him up and placed him on the plastic.  I could feel him shaking slightly, but he also looked confused.  However, I could visibly see him shake as he heard me remove my bare foot from my leather boot.

“You promised you wouldn’t crush me!” Ron reminded me.  I nodded as I stood up and placed my sweaty bare foot on top of his four inch body.

“Now, stay still, or you might get crushed by accident,” I surprised myself at how concerned I made myself sound about his well-being.  He gave a look of disgust as I slid my foot slightly so that his head was between by big and second toe.  I had to try real hard to relax, so I would pop his head.  Then, as quickly as I could, I wrapped the plastic over my toes, and around my foot, creating a rather tight seal.  Using the tape, I flipped my foot over and secured the back and bottom of the sheet to my foot.  It wasn’t easy, since the wetness of my foot made the tape pretty difficult to stick, but I just used more of it until it was secure.  Now the fun begins…

(***** POV – Ronald Jantry *****)

 “What are you doing?” I said to Kay as she was taping something behind my back.  I couldn’t move my head, so I was forced to look at the slick walls of flesh on either side of my head.  She flipped her foot over and propped it up on the table, then sat down on the couch.

“I want to see someone suffocate,” her sexy voice said.  “It also will be fun knowing that the little bit of air you’re getting can’t smell that good.”  I was only slightly shocked, since she was playing with us like a cat plays with mice.  And she was correct about the air quality I was receiving.  Ms. Johnson had to have prepared for this one ahead of time, since her toes smelled horrible.  I began to struggle to see if I could get any leverage to bust open the tape, but I was definitely secured to this sadistic woman’s foot.

“Please let me out,” I begged.  Perhaps she had a more emotional side that I could appeal to.  Her beautiful face flashed me that stunning smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you out in a few minutes,” she said to me.  “I can’t imagine that you’ll last longer than that with the tiny bit of air you have in there.”  What a true bitch!  She even brought her face closer so she could see the expression on my face as I slowly lost consciousness.  I was debating on what would be worse, running out of air, or being stepped on.  The air was getting much harder to breathe, and I never thought I would struggle to get this stench INTO my lungs.  But bad air was better than no air.  Sweat was rolling down my face as I awaited my fate.

“If you want me to end it now, I will,” Kay said sweetly.  I knew that meant that I would be crushed beneath this foot, which I’m sure would bring her immense joy.  I could barely think, much less decide whether or not to bring my death any faster.  It wasn’t worth it, as I shook my head between her grimy, sweaty toes.

“Very well, I’ll just watch you slowly expire between my toes,” the Goddess says with a chuckle.  I find it amazing that this is the way I will die.  Slowly breathing in the putrid air from between a woman’s toes until even that isn’t enough to survive.  I feel incredibly weak, and I just wish it would end.

“This is getting boring,” Kay says down to me.  “I’m sure you will understand if I accelerate the process.  Actually, if I do this right, I could accelerate your head through the top of the plastic.”  Her slight laugh told me she wasn’t kidding.  At least it sounds faster than suffocation.  I watch as she stands up and declines her foot so that I’m touching the table.  Slowly, she lifts her foot up.

“3… 2… 1… Bye!” are the last words I hear.  I feel her bare foot accelerate downwards towards the table, which isn’t that far away.  I look one last time between the giant wet toes, through the plastic, and up into the red-haired vixen’s face.  I can’t help but think how pretty she is.  Perhaps I’m lucky to be killed by her.  But the end is sudden… I feel intense pressure and pain… Everything goes red… My head is floating… POP.

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

It was exciting to see the plastic between my toes suddenly go red.  The stomp of my foot caused all the pressure to shoot upwards towards my toes.  I figure if I hadn’t had the plastic on, I could have blown his head across the room.  But since that wasn’t the case, I might as well enjoy the feeling between my toes. 

As I look closer, I see that his head is still intact.  Even his eyes are still open.  I wonder if he is still slightly conscious.  Just in case, I’ll give him one last sensation.  I pinch my toes together and grab his floating head.  After pausing for only a moment, I wiggle my toes together, crushing the tiny head and grinding it up into the rest of the fluids.  That was definitely exhilarating.

After going to the bathroom and cleaning up my foot, I feel it is time to torment my other little subject.  Returning to the living room, I realize that the little shit is not on the coffee table.

“I suggest you come out from hiding,” I say in the calmest tone I can muster.  “I can make things much worse if you make me search for you!”  But there is no sign that the tiny prick is coming out of his hiding spot.  I’m going to come up with a special torture for that bastard when I find him…

(***** Chapter 18 *****)

(***** POV – Norb Lakes *****)

I was nervous when we got back to Monica’s house on Friday evening.  I had 24 hours to convince this teenager that she shouldn’t step on me.  After she sat down on the bed, I was set between her sandaled feet.

“I bet you’re nervous about tomorrow, huh?” she said down to me.  “If you’re nice to me, I’ll try to squish you as quickly as I can.”  What a bitch!  Like I care whether it’s fast or slow!  I don’t want to be squished at all!  I then watched as she slid her sandals off her giant brown feet.

“Would you like to get a brief preview?” Monica asked.  “It might make it easier on you if you knew what to expect.”  I shook my head violently at that thought.  There was no way I wanted to be trapped under this giant black girl’s sweaty foot just to realize that tomorrow she would actually step down on me.

“Well, let’s give it a try anyway,” the giantess said as she pushed me over with her toe and gently lowered her caramel colored sole on top of me.  It smelled of leather and foot sweat, which I had thought I was used to after spending two days in Debbie’s boots.  However, I don’t think I will ever get fully used to the smell of a giant foot on top of me.

“See, it’s not so bad,” Monica continued as she applied a little pressure.  “I will probably only keep you pinned under my foot for a very short period of time before I step down and squash you.”  I couldn’t believe she was treating this with such triviality.  Did she realize that she was murdering a human being?  As I was enveloped in the dark flesh of her foot pad, I couldn’t help but feel insignificant and hopeless.  It wasn’t fair that I should die under the foot of a young black teenager.  I was better than this!  I was successful!  I will not be treated this way by some black bitch!  I was brought back to reality as Monica lifted her giant foot off of me.

“Tell you what,” she said.  “If you lick my toes, I might reconsider some things for tomorrow.  I have become a little bit addicted to the feeling of having a shrunken man clean my toes.  So how ‘bout it?”  She had to be kidding.  The last thing I wanted to do was lick the toes of this snobbish teenager.  However, I had to start trying to win her over sometime, so I walked up to the gigantic foot that had just been on top of me.  I was surprised that I was only a little taller than Monica’s big toe.  I bent down a little, than gave a lick.  It actually wasn’t that bad.  She had been wearing sandals all day, and there was hardly any sweat on the front of her toe.  I quickly licked all over it, and looked up to see if she was satisfied.

“Keep going,” the young giantess said down to me.  “I really like it when the tiny guy licks in between my toes.”  This was going to be a lot worse.  As I began crawling in between her first two toes, I could tell she sweat quite a bit here.  I began licking, but I didn’t think I could do too much.  The smell was bad, but the taste was awful.  Especially when I got to chunks of dirt mixed with sweat.  However, I knew I had to please her, so I swallowed my pride, along with the putrid filth between this young bitch’s toes.  How humiliating.

“Well, that was very nice of you,” Monica said in a sweet voice.  “I think you deserve to rest until tomorrow.  Debbie said I should keep you in a boot, but the only ones I have are these.”  She walked over to the closet and removed a pair of low leather moccasin-type boots with zippers in the back.  They were black and appeared to have soft soles.  Without saying anything more, she picked me up and placed me in the left one.  She then zipped up the back and I knew there was no way out.

“I hope these will do,” Monica said in a concerned voice.  “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”  And with that, I decided to check out my surroundings.  She obviously hadn’t worn these in a while.  But the worn patches on the soft leather indicated that she wore these a lot before moving on to different shoes.  It was hard to believe that only a thin piece of leather was between me and freedom, but I was beginning to think I was winning her over.  It might be in my best interest to not try to escape, and show her she can trust me.  I’ll just have to see…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

It was the afternoon of the sleepover, and I knew I didn’t have much life left in me.  I had almost gotten used to the pain of breathing with broken ribs, but that didn’t help the pain when I moved my broken leg.

“You’re not holding up too well,” Caitlan said down to me as I laid between her dirty bare feet.  She had just finished the morning shopping at the mall, with me in her old red flats.  They were definitely too small for her, but I think she enjoys the “squishy” feeling I give her, especially when something breaks.  Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door of the house.

“I’ll be right back,” Caitlan said before picking me up and putting me into the dreaded leather shoe.  The leather flats had looked almost new when I picked them out for my “home”, but now they were old and worn.  The smell inside was nauseating, since Caitlan took pleasure in rarely giving her feet a good scrubbing.  She took showers all the time, but I think she intentionally left her feet untouched.

“Well, look who’s here!” Caitlan announced as she and Monica walked in.  Monica looked beautiful, dressed in a gray t-shirt, black jeans, and black soft-soled leather boots that came up to her ankles.  With a big smile on her face, she walked over towards me.  I just laid there feeling the ground tremble beneath those giant booted feet.  She stopped when she had gotten to my position, with a boot on either side.

“Let’s just squish him!” Monica said, flashing a devious smile.  My heart practically stopped beating as she lifted her black boot and slowly lowered it on top of me.  The  pattern of her bare foot was worn into the giant black blanket of leather that encompassed me.  I could tell I was right below the ball of her foot.  The leather was soft, and I could see the dirt that had accumulated from walking outside in them.  As the pressure increased, I figured it was truly the end.  Perhaps Monica had decided to simply put me out of my misery.  But then, with a laugh, the giant blanket was removed, and Monica sat down on the bed.

“So what’s the plan,” she said to Caitlan.  I thought it was an excellent question as well.

“Well, I thought we could play with my little pet for a while,” Caitlan began, “then we could watch a movie later on.”  I was a little worried as I wondered what we were going to play.

“First things first,” Monica said as she was removing her boots, “my feet need a little attention.”  My heart sank as I watched her finish removing her boots and zipping them back up.  She then set her foot down in front of me.

“Come on, I want to feel your tiny tongue caressing my toes,” the black giantess ordered.  I was getting really sick of this.  She was supposed to be helping me, and all she was doing was using me for her own pleasure.  But as I began kissing and licking her toes, I realized that she had been better prepared this time.  While her foot was a little sweaty, it was actually quite clean.  Even when I got between the toes, it actually smelled like soap and a little bit of leather.  There was also no dirt, so it actually wasn’t that difficult to do, compared to when she ran over in her running shoes.

“So, here’s my idea for a game,” Caitlan started.  “We take turns sitting in a chair across the room.  We grab the little worm with our toes, than toss him onto my bed.  I can section off my bed with circles, and we can score points.”  I had done this with Caitlan yesterday and was still waiting for my broken leg to heal.

“That sounds great!” Monica said happily.  “Why don’t you go first.  That way I can see how it’s done.”  Caitlan wasted no time in setting up her bed by creating circles with socks, nylons, and tights.  And in the middle was my home, one of her red leather flats.  She then picked me up and sat down in the chair across the room.  After setting me down on the floor, I watched as her giant toes started grabbing me.  However, as she concentrated, Caitlan kept picking me up and dropping me with those giant dirty toes.  I would have thought I would have gotten used to the smell and filth of them, but it always continued to disgust me.  I had learned to relax when being picked up by this teenager’s sweaty feet, so I tried to stay calm as they finally gripped me tight.

The acceleration was tremendous as Caitlan kicked her leg out, and I went flying through the air.  I looked down to see the bed getting closer and closer.  At least I wasn’t going to land in the shoe, but instead on the soft bed.  With a bounce, I came to rest, and Caitlan cheered at her first points.  It was now time for Monica.

“I hope this isn’t too difficult,” she mumbled as she gripped me between her dark toes.  I again tried to relax, but the pain in my ribs was making this difficult.  The acceleration happened, and I once again began flying through the air.  But Monica was stronger than Caitlan, and I watched the target fly by beneath me.  There was not much I could do as I hit the wall with way too much force.  I felt my right arm snap, than I tumbled onto the bed.  Caitlan was there to inspect me for damage, and just chuckled.

“It looks like you broke his arm,” she stated.  “Good job, but you don’t get any extra points!”  They both laughed as I was once again fondled by Caitlan’s toes.  Unfortunately, she wasn’t paying very close attention as she gripped me a final time, and my head was the only thing between her toes.  Sure, the dirt and the slimy sweat reeked horribly, but if she kicked me out when I was like this, my head would fly off.  I used my one good arm to reach up and help get a better grip.  It was just in time as Caitlan kicked out.  I tumbled through the air, and looked down to see my home coming directly at me.  I could see the dirty, worn insole of Caitlan’s leather shoe coming up to claim my life.  I rolled myself into a ball and prepared for the impact.  When it came, I saw stars and felt another snap of a limb.  This time, it was my other leg.

“Bulls-eye!” Caitlan cried.  I looked up to see her come over to me and inspect the damage.  “Wow, you’re not going to last much longer.  Monica better take her turn real soon.”  As I was placed into Monica’s soft hand, I looked up to see concern in her eyes.  It was nice that there was some pity there, but I couldn’t think of anything for her to do but continue with the game.  She set me on the ground and gently placed me between her toes.  Then she got her game-face back on.

“Looks like I need a bulls-eye, too!” Monica said with confidence.  We both knew that one more bulls-eye in the shoe would probably kill me, so when she kicked out, I was very happy that I had a low trajectory and came to rest on the outer circle of the target.  The soft landing was welcome news for me, even though everything still hurt.  At least nothing new broke.

“Well, one more round, and we’ll see who wins,” Caitlan announced as she picked me up.  I knew all I had to do was survive this, than Monica would make sure she didn’t break anything new.  I was once again tossed high in the air, but luck was not with me.  Caitlan’s aim was dead on again with the shoe, and I was pretty sure I would die on this one.  I tried to curl myself up as best I could, but I didn’t have the strength to do it like I should have.  I hit with enough force that I should have been dead.  Instead, my last limb gave out as my arm broke.  I couldn’t even move as there were no more limbs to push off with.

“If you want to take your turn, you can,” Caitlan explained.  “But there’s no way you can win.  It might be time to just put him out of his misery.”  Monica had come over to the shoe and was looking down at me.  The concern on her face only shown for a moment before she was back in character.  I was hoping she could find a way to put me out of my misery instead of Caitlan.  I’d much rather be stepped on my Monica’s soft silky bare foot than Caitlan’s soft putrid foot.

“Let’s put him out of his misery together,” Monica offered.  “We can pin him between our feet, then push together and both feel him squish.”  I guess it was a compromise in my desires, and I was glad that Caitlan nodded in agreement.

“But first, I have to warm up my feet a little,” Monica said.  “It can’t be too nice of an experience for the little guy.”  They both laughed as Monica picked up her boots and placed them back on her bare feet.  Caitlan did the same with her red shoes that used to be my home.  It was strange to think that I would soon be nothing but paste on the soles of these two young teenage girls.  There was nothing I could do, but wish it would go fast.  I was a little angry at Monica for suggesting that they get their feet sweaty again, but I guess it gave me a little reprieve from pain and death for a while.

“I better put you someplace safe until execution time comes,” Caitlan said with a chuckle.  It was only fitting that she put me in her dirty white moccasins that I had once been in long ago.  The putrid stench wafted over me as she set me down inside.  Just to make things fun for her, she shoved me face down into the toe of the shoe.  My head was resting on the worn patch of leather from one of her toes, and there was no way I could move to get a fresh breath of air.  This little she-devil wanted to torment me until the end.  An end that would be coming much too soon…

(***** POV – Norb Lakes *****)

It was horrible listening to these two snobby teenagers talk about killing an adult.  Sure the adult was only an inch tall, but it was still murder.  At least when I did it with Gary, it was one adult to another.  The idea of being squished between the feet of two children was completely barbaric.  I shuddered as Monica’s giant leather boot moved.  I knew by the discussion that she was putting it back on, so I laid down by the toe end.  Sure enough, her giant bare toes could be seen entering, just before the light was cut off.  The incredibly loud “zipping” sound indicated I was once again sealed into this leather boot beneath the toes of this young black teenage bitch.  It had been nice to get some fresh air, but now we were back to the stifling stench of leather and foot odor.  I knew she was trying to torment me a little more than the other guy, since she thoroughly washed her other foot, but left this one dirty from her morning run.  I was only hoping that when it came to being crushed that she might have a change of heart.  The other guy didn’t sound like he was going to live anyway, so she might as well just squish him between their feet instead of me. 

The giant foot began to move, and I hugged myself to the toes of this colossal sweating foot.  When the movement stopped, it sounded like these girls were getting something to eat.  I wish I could at least have a “last meal” before I’m stepped on, if that is truly my fate.  The heat and humidity kept increasing as I lay beneath the giant rubbery boulders that were the soft toes of Monica.  I just wish they would get on with whatever plan they had for me.  The waiting in this hell-hole was worse than anything that could eventually happen.

It must have been almost an hour before the slight creak of leather indicated that we were going to be moving again.  I once again held on tight, but this time it was tougher, since Monica’s toes were slick with perspiration.  But I decided to try to live a long as possible, since there was definitely a chance that the other guy was so wrecked that Monica would choose him to die beneath her foot.

“Well, let’s finish this and get to watching the movie,” Caitlan said.  I could hear her rummaging around, probably bringing the condemned down to die.  Monica unzipped her boots and lifted her glistening foot out.  She wasted no time in zipping it back up, trapping me in this warm, humid, leather prison. 

“Before he is squished, I want him to experience one last time the inside of one of my shoes,” Monica said.  There was only a slight pause as suddenly Monica’s giant brown hand came down the shaft of the boot and set an inch tall man in the heel section.  The hand then continued in and grabbed me.

“How do you like the environment?” Monica said down into her boot.  As she did that, she slid her fingers around to my legs, and with a twitch of her muscles, my legs snapped.  I cried out in pain, but her fingers kept moving around to my arms.

“Do you like the smell?” She called into her boot as she snapped my arms like twigs.  My cry was muffled by her question, which is probably exactly what she intended.

“I guess it’s time to give up your pathetic life for the pleasure of two beautiful young women!” Monica said as she pulled me out of my leather prison.  As I passed the tiny man that was as broken and battered as I was, all I could see was the stunned look on his face.  The look was one of disbelief that he would now have a chance to live.  He probably was glad to be in that wet, putrid, leather prison.  I know I would rather spend months in there, if I could avoid the fate that was fast approaching.

I saw for the first time who this Caitlan girl was.  Her brown hair framed her face beautifully, and I couldn’t help to think that she would probably be a model some day.  However, my focus changed from her face to her foot that was fast approaching.  It looked like it hadn’t been washed in quite a while.  It was very pretty, but the thought of actually touching it made my whole body quake.  As I touched the grimy, sweaty, rubbery flesh of Caitlan’s bare foot, my body let out an involuntary shiver of disgust.  The smell was horrible, as my face was pressed deep into the ball of her foot.  Then Monica turned my body around to face her caramel colored sole coming to pin me in place.  The smell of her foot wasn’t as bad, but Caitlan’s foot stench permeated my entire surroundings.  There was no fresh air to breathe as I was balanced firmly between these two rubbery, sweaty bare feet.

“On three, we squish!” Caitlan says.  I now know I only have three seconds of life left.  Then all my success in life will be reduced to a stain on the soles of two teenage girls.  How could eighth grade girls have so little respect for adults.  This just isn’t fair.

“One… Two… Three…” Monica counts off.  I can see her slightly between her giant toes, and realize that my life is over.  I take a last breath of reeking air and resign myself to bringing pleasure to these two teenage monsters.  There can be no God if the fate of a man is to be crushed by the stinking feet of young girls.  This is not justice!  The air is force from my lungs, as a smile appears on Monica’s face.  I am pressed deep into the dank softness behind me as my body is also surrounded by the soft, sweaty pad of Monica’s foot.  My ribs crackle like popcorn as these little bitches continue pressing me between their bare feet.  The stabbing pain rips through me, but there seems to be no end to the torment.

“Squish, you worm!” Caitlan cries out.  I have no idea what torment the other little guy went through at the hands of this pretty giantess, but at least he didn’t have to “squish” for her amusement.  My organs begin to rupture… Pain is intense… My body is molding itself to their feet… I will become the stain… Squish.

(***** Chapter 19 *****)

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

Sunday came, and I was feeling fairly good for the first time in days.  Monica had taped my arms and legs to help them heal straight, but I could now barely move.  She had come through and saved me.  I didn’t quite understand the whole story of why she would sacrifice another person to save me, but I know it had something to do with the fact that he had killed someone.  It didn’t matter now, since I was free.

“How are you doing?” Monica asked as she came back into the room with some lunch.  We had only gotten home an hour ago, and I was famished.

“Starved!” I yelled.  She just smiled and gave me half a French fry to eat.  With my back resting against a book, I could lean over and take bites.  I couldn’t wait for my limbs to heal.  But for now, I had no complaints as my stomach was getting full, and I would soon be returned to Debbie’s house.

“I was wondering if you could do one last thing for me?” Monica asked as we finished eating.  She had a slightly embarrassed look on her face, but I nodded to indicate I would to anything for the girl who saved my life.

“Since I probably won’t ever see another little man again,” she hesitantly explained.  “I was wondering if you would lick my toes one last time?”  Monica waited while I considered, but there was really nothing I wouldn’t do for her.  I owed her my life, though I wished she would have asked me to do something else.  I nodded and watched her face light up with a smile.

“Thanks!” Monica replied as she picked me up and set me down on the floor.  I watched as she removed her giant, rubber flip-flop next to me.  She then propped me up with my back against the toe divider which was still moist from her foot.  I sat there and watched as she slowly pushed her giant toes towards me until they separated, one to each side of me.  She paused then, and I bent my head to each side, licking the soft giant walls of flesh.  Her feet weren’t too dirty, so it wasn’t really that bad.  Besides, after doing this almost daily with Caitlan’s feet, this was actually a real treat!  As I licked the sides of her toes, she would slowly move her bare foot forward.  Finally, I had licked the insides of both her toes, along with the soft flesh in the middle.  I looked up to see her stunning smile.

“I will definitely miss you,” Monica said as she pulled her foot out of her sandal.  The feeling was mutual.  But if everything worked out as I hoped, I would visit her again some day when I was normal sized.  It was definitely time to hear what Debbie had planned…

(***** POV – Kay Johnson *****)

I hate wasting time, and I had wasted all of yesterday and some of today looking for the little shit that went into hiding.  I had looked everywhere, but he had hidden himself extremely well.  But today, I had a feeling I would find him.  I had laid my trap and was now waiting for him to fall into it.  I had even gone back to the lab in order to get some supplies to better exact my revenge.  He would have been better to just let me step on him, but now he was going to know what real pain was like.  And I could wait a long time for him to come out.

I figured he was in need of some food, so I assumed he was in the kitchen.  And, this morning, I pretended I was in a hurry for a meeting and “accidentally” dropped my breakfast on the floor.  After doing a shoddy job at cleaning it up, I quickly grabbed my purse and went to the front door.  I simply opened and closed my front door, then stayed very still.  With excruciating slowness I headed back to the kitchen.  If this plan worked, I was going to have a very fun day…

(***** POV – Herb Pizel *****)

It was actually quite easy to stay hidden from Ms. Johnson.  I had jumped off the table using one of her boots as a slide to slow myself down.  I was under the couch before she even knew I was gone.  I then wasted no time in getting to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.  I knew I didn’t have much time in order to get a small stockpile of crumbs built up.

I shuddered when she started yelling for me to come out.  I knew there was no way I was going to be squished beneath her giant feet, just for her own amusement.  Sure, she was a very beautiful woman, but who wants to die like an insignificant bug?  So I stayed hidden beneath the stove, where I had found a little spot I could climb up into in case she looked under it.  For two days she stomped around, and I stayed hidden with my small pile of food.  I had tried to get to a phone, but she had assumed I would try this and disconnected all but one that hung on the wall.  There would be no help that way.

However, this morning my luck improved as she dumped her breakfast on the floor.  Ms. Johnson had also been in such a hurry that she didn’t clean up all the Cheerios.  I was going to have a feast for a couple of days.  As soon as the front door closed, I cautiously left the safety of my hiding spot.  I listened very carefully, and heard nothing.  It was a bit of a trek across the kitchen floor, so I figured I had better get started so that I could gather as much food as possible before she got back. 

I jogged all the way there, and grabbed two pieces of cereal, then jogged all the way back.  This was definitely going to take a while.  I had at least four trips to make, and I had to rest a little between each one.  But I also knew I didn’t have as much time as I would have liked.  I jogged back out and grabbed the next two.  Then I heard the floor creak…

I looked over to the entrance of the kitchen to see the red-haired giantess standing their watching me.  I didn’t waste any time, I dropped my food and ran for all I was worth.  I could feel the trembling of the ground as she began striding to cut me off.  With only 30’ left for me to go, a giant sandaled foot crashed down in front of me.  It’s amazing what you notice when your life is at stake, but the thought crossed my mind at how pretty the giant sandal was.  It had a flat, brown, leather sole and accented her foot nicely. 

“Going somewhere?” the Goddess said with a chuckle.  I didn’t bother answering as I jumped onto her bare toes and tried to run over them to safety.  However, as I got past the giant digits, I suddenly went weightless as I was lifted into the sky.  This was not going to be good.

“I have a special treat for you,” she purred through her beautiful full lips.  I couldn’t help but be captivated by them as I was being held within five feet of Kay’s cavernous mouth.  With a gigantic smile, she grabbed me more firmly in her hand and began getting things out of the cupboards and setting them on the table.  I was wondering what she had in mind for me, since it didn’t seem to be a simple crush beneath her sandal.

“I gave up smoking a while ago,” Ms. Johnson explained as she set me down on the kitchen table.  “But I thought I would make an exception for you.”  I didn’t really know what she meant, but it would soon become all too apparent.

The colossal hand picked me up and taped my arms to my side.  Next my lower legs were bound in a similar fashion.  I could still hop if I had the opportunity, but it didn’t look like I would be making another escape attempt real soon.  The giantess then picked me up and dipped me into some sort of liquid that came up to the bottom of my ribcage.  It had a slight petroleum based smell to it but had the consistency of thin honey.  Finally, I was laid on a thin strip of paper that went from my feet to my shoulders.  I was rolled over and over to create a little mummy affect.  There was now nothing I could do but lay there and look up at the stunning, smiling giantess.

“You look adorable down there,” Kay said with a grin.  “How about a kiss?”  She then picked me up and brought me to her giant lips.  They opened slightly, and my head was pushed gently between the soft, cushioned blankets of flesh.  It was actually very arousing, and it helped that her breath smelled of mint toothpaste.  After applying a little pressure, she pulled me back out in front of her.  It was then I heard the flick of a cigarette lighter…

“Do you smoke?” the loud voice asked.  “Well, you will for sure now.”  Kay said without waiting for an answer.  Then I watched as the giant lips approached again.  This time, I was placed a little farther between them, up to my shoulders.  Her lips were still so warm, but my head was enveloped so completely that I was beginning to suffocate in their moist softness.  Using primarily her lips, she gripped me tightly by the shoulders.  I then felt a warm sensation at my feet, which quickly turned into searing pain.  As the giantess inhaled, actual smoke came into her mouth.  I had basically been turned into a cigarette!  The giant lips parted, and I was brought out to get a breath of fresh air.  I looked down to see that my feet had been turned to ash, and my ankles were still smoldering.

“In case you’re curious,” Ms. Johnson explained.  “The liquid that I dipped you in is a slow burning substance that becomes extremely hot when more oxygen is brought in contact with it.  By sucking air through the paper, it becomes hot enough to reduce even your bones to ash.”  The explanation stopped as I headed once again to her soft red lips.  Again the pain flared up to unbelievable intensity as smoke billowed past my head.  I kept wishing I would somehow go unconscious, but it wouldn’t happen.  I coughed and sputtered as she removed me once again.

“Don’t worry, little cigarette, I’m just about finished,” Kay smiled.  I looked down to notice that my knees were completely gone.  I didn’t have too much time to mourn as I was once again “smoked” for the enjoyment of this Goddess.  Tears flowed from my eyes from both the pain and the smoke.  As finally I was brought back out to fresh air.  To my great distress, everything was gone below my stomach area.  I couldn’t believe this had happened to me, and the pain was still so intense.

“Well, that was enjoyable,” the sexy seductress purrs.  “It’s time to snuff you out.”  Her huge fingers lower me down onto the floor between her thin-soled sandaled feet.  I can only watch through teary eyes as the giantess lifts her foot and slowly lowers the toe of the sandal down onto my chest.  Only my head sticks out as I look past the thin width of leather, past her soft giant toes, and into her stunning face.  She stares at me for a little while as she almost feeds off my pain.

“It’s time to crush you out,” are the last words I hear.  She bends down farther to make sure she sees every detail of my face.  Then, with a smile, the giant sandal begins to grind back and forth.  The twisting is intensely painful, but then the pressure increases.  I can see the giant pale toe above me widen slightly as it bears the pressure exerted by this Goddess.  I can no longer breathe, and it is actually a blessing.  But I never wanted to be snuffed out like a used cigarette, but that is all I am to this beautiful bitch.  My chest collapses… Everything goes dark… The cigarette goes out beneath her leather sandal…crush.

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

Boy, what to do with my last little man.  We had numerous conversations over the past two days, most of which ended in his crying or begging.  He even got mad enough to start swearing at me, but I figured it was just Steve’s way of dealing with the death of his son.  And I think he knew that today was his day to die.  However, I was trying to think of a fun way to crush him, but nothing was coming to mind.

I liked the thought of simply stepping on him, since I was manipulating him with my toes at the moment.  He hated when I did this, since he was completely helpless to do anything about my giant toes.  Ah, well, perhaps a good jog would get some ideas flowing.  I put Steve back in my boot and got into my exercise clothes.  Unfortunately, after jogging for an hour, all I could think of was crushing the tiny guy into oblivion.  As I removed my jogging shoes, I suddenly realized that I had a new way of stepping on the bug-men.  My socks were completely soaked after my run, and the smell was almost too much.  Perhaps I could let my little friend enjoy this, too.

“Well, I think it’s time we end our little games?” I said to Steve as I picked him up out of my boot.  He looked extremely frightened, but at the same time curious at what was to come.  I brought him into the kitchen and set him on the floor.  It was cute the way he looked up my entire body, wondering if I would sit on him with my spandex jogging shorts, or perhaps drop him in my sports bra and crush him there.

“What are you going to do?” he asked in a shaking voice.  I just smiled and wiggled my toes in my wet socks.  He didn’t quite see, so I moved my right foot a little closer to him, and that’s when it hit him… both the smell and the knowledge that my sweaty sock was going to be the source of his demise.

“Let’s make this easy,” I said down to him.  “Why don’t you just lie down on your back, and I’ll step on you.  Besides, I want to see what kind of pattern your squashed body makes on the bottom of my sock.”  This didn’t comfort him at all, as he looked around his environment trying to find an escape route.  But my kitchen was pretty open, and there was no place for him to run…

(***** POV – Steve Norton *****)

My legs practically collapsed as I realized there was nowhere to go in this huge kitchen.  It seemed miles in all directions.  And this giantess just wanted me to lay down and die like a cockroach beneath her foot.

“Come on,” she said down to me.  “You really don’t have any choice.  If you don’t do as I say, I’ll crush each of your limbs before finishing you off anyway.  Why not go out with some class?”  Like letting a woman step on you with her workout socks was classy.  It made me feel as low as a bug.  However, after considering what she said, I really had no choice.  She was going to kill me one way or another, but it was hard to believe that she would get away with killing my son and me without any consequences.  There was no way I could stop her.  So, I laid down on the cold kitchen floor.

“That’s a good bug,” the evil doctor said with a smile.  “I’d like to say this won’t hurt a bit, but I’m sure getting flattened by my foot will be a little painful, especially when your sides split.”  What a bitch!  I had just about changed my mind about trying to escape when I saw her lift her sock covered foot above me.  It was still white, but had a little dirt on it from the inside of her jogging shoe.  But as the giant blanket of cotton lowered onto me, I realized that just because it didn’t look that dirty, didn’t mean it was anywhere near clean. 

The wet cotton covered my skin, and I couldn’t even breathe.  The stench from all the sweat that has soaked in there during her run was almost painful to breathe in.  To make matters worse, she began to kneed my head between her toes, which caused the cotton to stretch around my face and almost suffocate me.  Why was she doing this?

“I think the time has come to squash you, my little cockroach,” the Goddess says with pleasure.  My head is still trapped beneath the cotton encased toes, and the heaviness on my chest increases.  I know that I cannot stop the inevitable.  It is so unfair that a woman can step on a man with her putrid socks and get completely away with it.  Where’s the justice.  My breath leaves me as the weight continues to increase.  It is almost a blessing though, since the stench was driving me insane.  But the warm wetness of the sock is still being pressed into my tiny body… Intense pain… My sides are beginning to split… I flatten out… squash.

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I stood there looking at my sock, contemplating what it must have been like for the little bug.  For me, it was the usual crunch, but this time it was a little different.  Wearing a sock gave it a slightly muted feeling, but interesting none-the-less.  I decided to pull over a chair, than sat down.  It was time to lift my foot and see the design on the bottom.  Sure enough, I had ground the little guy into the very fabric of my sock.  The blood, organs, and other fluids created a rather interesting design.  I could almost frame this and make some money as an artist.  “Man Squished By Sock” would be an excellent title.

Well, I guess I had better clean up and get ready for tomorrow.  After all, there are still a few experiments to do.  I only wish this job wasn’t coming to an end.  I would definitely have to petition the government to try a second cycle of experiments.  That would be wonderful…

(***** POV – Ray Black *****)

It’s been several days, and I am still at the mercy of my ex-girlfriend.  While it is very nice to see her again, I wish I knew what I had done to her to deserve my fate.  The day after she sat on me with her leather skirt, we went back to the Dr. Sanders’ house to have me reduced from four inches down to one.  Then my life really became hell.  I think she enjoyed the feeling of sitting on me, but I was really getting worried that someday I might just end up as a squashed stain on her ass.

However, today looked like something new was going to happen.  She kept me in a glass jar on her dresser, and when she came into the bedroom, I realized I might be going on a little trip.

“Are you ready for church?” Kristy asked with a smile.  “Don’t worry about dressing up, I’ll let you share some of my clothes.  Namely my shoes.”  I couldn’t see them from my vantage point, but I knew that very soon I would be closer to her shoes than I ever wanted to be.

“Now, I expect you to massage my feet while we are there,” she said in a firm tone.  “I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed a massage as much as the one I had at Marlene’s house.  So I expect you to keep my feet happy the whole time we are at church.”  I had a feeling she meant business, so I figured I better comply.  Kristy took me out of my jar and set me on the floor between her two high-heeled pumps.  I had a feeling these shoes hurt her feet, but they looked good on her.  There was a slight grating sound as she removed her black nylon encased foot from her black leather pump.  I knew what my mission was, so I walked over to the colossal leather shoe and jumped up onto the toe.  I walked to the opening and jumped in without hesitation.  It actually wasn’t too bad in here, compared with being trapped in a giant boot for two days.  And since Kristy had just dressed, I figured I had some time before things really started to get smelly in here.

“That’s a good boy,” my giantess said with a smile.  “If you do a good job, I might just let you out of there when we get home.”  That was actually incentive enough for me to try my best.  I nestled into a spot in the toe section of the shoe and watched the gigantic, silky black foot fill up the entire opening of the shoe.  As the smooth giant toes fitted themselves above me, I was slight squished beneath their arch.  However, Kristy was very careful walking, so that I wouldn’t be injured.  I just snuggled up beneath these giant toes and hoped for the best.  I was hoping that the church service would be fast today.  It was already getting hot and humid in this shoe.  Not to mention the increasing smell.  However, I was determined to give my giant ex-girlfriend the massage of a lifetime.  After all, my life hung in the balance.  I had a feeling that the more useful I was to her, the longer I would live…

(***** Chapter 20 *****)

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

At last, Monday morning finally arrived. I had worked hard over the last five days to set up a plan to get as many men back to normal as possible.  I had four subjects to help me, and I would need everything they had.  If everything went right, they would all be back to normal by tonight.  And hopefully, that included my last two subjects, as well as Kay’s and Dr. Sanders’ remaining subjects.

I had obtained the help of some friends who wrote some computer hacking software for me.  If I could get this to Dr. Sanders’ computer, I would be able to set the height restriction from four inches to full height.  Then, all I would need to do is use my controller to turn everyone back.  The last step would be to destroy all the equipment so this could never happen again.  That actually wouldn’t be very hard, since there was a generator in the basement that I could possibly manipulate. 

Everything was as ready as it could be, so I took my four accomplices and reduced them to 1/8^th of an inch.  They would each have to find a place between the toes of my left foot so that I could easily deposit them near Dr. Sanders’ lab.  I knew they probably didn’t want to be back between my toes, but this was the easiest method to smuggle them in.  I’m also sure they were hoping I would wear a new pair of shoes, but I didn’t want to arouse any suspicions, so I placed my foot back into my old black leather flats.  I knew the air was probably horrendous in there, but I had to take every advantage I could to make this work. 

When I walked into my office at the University, there was a note about a meeting at 10:00.  This would delay things slightly, but I figured I could adapt my plan as necessary.  Unfortunately, my little friends in my shoe were not likely to enjoy the delay.  The stress of this whole thing was making me sweat more than normal, but my feet were probably getting close to drowning the poor guys.  I was glad when the meeting finally started.

“I have some news for you,” Dr. Sanders began.  “Due to a missing janitor and his son, there is an investigation of the University being planned to start tomorrow.  Therefore, we must shut down everything by the end of today.  I talked to the government, and they want one more test done, which you two will have to perform.  I have downloaded the test into your computers, and I want both of you to observe each other to make sure that the findings are accurate.  If you have any subjects left by the end of the day, they are to be destroyed as ‘humanely’ as possible.  Unfortunately, the government wants no one left.”

This was going to be more difficult than I thought.  But due to the hurry that Dr. Sanders seemed to be in, Kay and I were forced to go immediately back to our offices to plan the final experiment.  We agreed to meet back at the main lab at 1:00 in the afternoon…

(***** POV – William Price *****)

It was nice to see Ms. Johnson again after such a long absence.  There were only three of us left in her chamber for experiments, and we were anxious to see what was next.  It had been five days since we had seen anybody, but we knew they were doing long term experiments that were very important.  So when Ms. Johnson finally came back in, we were all very excited.  As usual, she looked simply radiant, dressed in a black blouse, leather skirt, and black high-heels.

“So who wants to…” Ms. Johnson began.

“Me!  Me!” I excitedly interrupted.  I figured if I volunteered first, I would finally get something to do.  I had been bored for two weeks.

“Lay down,” the giant woman said with a smile.  I immediately did what she wanted and waited excitedly to hear what the new experiment was.  I was very surprised when she raised her leather pump and placed it completely over me.  The sole was very hard, and I could see the scuff marks from it having been worn a long time.

“I was about to say, ‘Who wants to be stepped on?’,” the booming voice said down to me.  “And you just volunteered.”  I figured she was just trying to intimidate me, but then the heaviness of her foot began to increase.  I was having a lot of trouble breathing.

“Now, crunch like a piece of dirt,” the giantess whispers.  I am very surprised that she continues to press down.  I begin to realize that perhaps I was a bit overzealous in my desire to do an experiment with her.  But nobody should be killed for that.  I also realize she is very serious as my hips break, along with my legs.  This woman is actually going to step on me beneath her high-heeled pump!  This can’t be happening!  I feel my insides beginning to crush…  My ribs shatter…  I feel my organs in my throat…  CRUNCH.

(***** POV – Kurt Gunner *****)

Barry and I were very excited as Debbie came into the chamber to rescue us.  Before we even got to hear what she had to say, all of us were focused on the far chamber where Ms. Johnson was having a brief dialog with one of her subjects.  And unfortunately for that subject, he just got crushed beneath her high-heeled pump.  This was not a good sign for today. 

“I need a volunteer,” Debbie said in a very serious tone.  She seemed kind of sad, but then we all were feeling a bit depressed at what happened to the subject beneath Ms. Johnson’s foot.  But looking down at Debbie’s feet, she was wearing the pumps that she had rescued so many of us with already.  And after almost two weeks, I was ready to be the next one saved.  So without hesitation, I raised my hand to volunteer.

Barry seemed OK with this, since he wasn’t feeling very good today, anyway.  I became very excited as the pretty teenager lowered her hand and picked me up.  It was very soft, and I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen.  She met up with Ms. Johnson with one of her subjects, and we all went down the hallway and into a lab.

“This experiment doesn’t require you to do anything,” Ms. Johnson began the briefing.  “All you have to do is lay on this specialized scale.”  At this point she set her subject on what looked to be a simple bathroom scale.  Debbie reached down and did the same thing to me.

“One of you needs to be reduced to an inch tall,” Ms. Johnson continued.  “I believe Debbie volunteered to have her subject do that.”  And with that, Debbie touched her controller, and I was reduced to an inch tall.  Everything became four times bigger, which was intimidating to say the least.

“We will secure you with tape to make sure you won’t accidentally come off,” the beautiful red-head explained as she pulled a few pieces of tape off a roll and handed one to Debbie.  She slowly lowered the tape to my body and secured me in place.

“Now, the goal is to see how much pressure your little bodies can take,” Ms. Johnson explained as she removed her right leather pump from her nylon encased foot.  “I’ll go first, then Debbie can do hers.”

I watched in fascination as the giantess lowered her silky foot on top of the four-inch tall man.  I could smell the slight odor from here, and only guessed that the subject was not enjoying himself.  My fascination was quickly turning to horror as Ms. Johnson stood up on her other foot, than began applying pressure to the man taped to the scale.  He began screaming in pain, but the cruel giantess just kept slowly pressing down on him with her foot.  The screams became muffled beneath the soft, silky flesh, and I looked up to see how much she was enjoying this.  I was surprised to actually hear cracking coming from beneath her beautiful foot.

“Almost there,” Ms. Johnson whispered.  The screams had stopped, and then there was a final, wet crunch beneath the stinking nyloned foot.

“Oooh, that was nice,” the giant witch said.  I couldn’t believe there was an experiment that actually required us to be crushed beneath a woman’s foot.  Was this what had happened to all the others?  My question was brought home to me as a new smell entered my consciousness.  Debbie had just removed her worn, black, leather flat, and begun lowering her bare foot down on top of me. 

“I’m sorry about this,” she whispered as I stared at her glistening, wrinkled sole.  What was she sorry about?  Was she actually going to do what the other giantess had done?  Was this giant, stinking bare foot going to crush me into nothing?  I didn’t want to die like this!  Some ditzy teenage bitch shouldn’t be able to step on me like a worm and get away with it!

I shuddered as the wet, rubbery pad of Debbie’s bare foot touched me, and the smell almost knocked me out.  I couldn’t help but cry, realizing that I would never see any of my friends again.  And I can only hope they never hear the details of my death.  How embarrassing to be snuffed out beneath a girl’s foot.

However, my musings are interrupted as the rubbery softness begins to engulf me.  The air is getting thinner as I am pressed deep into the putrid smelling flesh that is the bottom of Debbie’s foot.  My leg snaps, and I give out a muffled scream beneath this moist blanket surrounding me.  I can no longer breathe, which is actually rather a relief, but tears continue streaming down my face.  This experiment was supposed to be easy money to make a good life with.  Now, this little blond bitch is taking everything away.  And she’s doing it with the ease of snuffing the life out of a bug.  I trusted her!

“Good-bye,” I hear her sadly say.  The pain increases even more, and there seems to be no softness left in her foot from my vantage point.  I am finished… My ribs crack…  I see stars…  My body collapses…  Squish.

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

Much like the first man I squished beneath my bare sole, this one was tough to accept.  The feeling was like stepping on a grape, just like I observed for the first one, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but think how close he was to living.  I wish I could have found a way to stall this experiment until tomorrow, but I couldn’t think of anything.  Well, there is really nothing to do but write down the measurement on the scale and clean up the mess.  It was definitely time to put my plan into action.

After everything was cleaned up, I went back to my office and took out the mini-CD that held a specialized computer virus a friend of mine helped me make.  The trick was to get it into Dr. Sanders’ computer.  That would require the little friends I had in my shoe.  I took a few deep breaths and walked slowly towards Dr. Sanders’ office.  As I passed by the door, I could hear her typing on her computer.  I knew this was not going to be an easy task for my guys, but it was their lives on the line. 

I pulled my foot out of my shoe and set it on the cool tile surface.  I looked down and strained to see everyone crawl out from between my toes.  I enlarged them all to a quarter inch to help them, and allow me to feel when they were free.  Finally, all of them stumbled out, and I enlarged them to one inch.  They looked pretty ragged, but this was their moment of truth.  I watched them crawl under the door to the office, than I slid the disk quietly through.  I knew there was no way that they would be able to maneuver the disk being only one inch tall, so I enlarged them all to their maximum of four inches.

“Good Luck,” I whispered as I slowly walked away.  I had to set up my computer to be ready when they completed their mission so that I could help them as soon as possible.  Besides, if I didn’t create a link between my laptop and the computer in my office, I would likely be killed by the generator overload I planned.  With a little luck, the entire basement would be destroyed, along with all of the equipment.  However, I needed to make sure everyone was back to their full height before everything hit the fan.  This was going to be close…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

I was still sucking in the fresh air as the four of us stood behind the file cabinet in Dr. Sanders’ office.  Since there were four of us, we decided to break up into two teams.  One team would distract the doctor while the other one would be in charge of getting the disk into the computer.  It supposedly had an auto-run feature so that once it was in the drive, there was nothing more we needed to do.  Both jobs were dangerous, but I definitely didn’t want to get the attention of the doctor.

It was decided that Josh and I would go after the computer part, while Chris and William would do the distraction.  I didn’t envy them, but they were in better shape, since Josh was still recovering from his broken limbs.  They said that they would wait until we got into position, then they would do everything they could to distract the giantess.  It sounded good to me.

The whole group stayed together as we traveled along the perimeter of the room.  Then they walked towards the giant brown leather boots that encased the feet of the evil Goddess.  Josh and I waited until the other two got there.  I was surprised at how well they did to get her attention.  Both of them ran at the leather wall of the left boot and hit it with all their might.  The doctor immediately moved backwards on her chair to see what it was.  I wish I could have seen her expression as she found two shrunken men doing an attack on her.  They immediately took off running towards the other side of the room.  It was now time for us to do our work…

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  There were two shrunken men in my room, and they accidentally bumped right into my boot.  Then, when they noticed me, they took off running.  It looked like I was going to have more fun than I thought, today.  I had to be careful going after them, though, since I didn’t want to injure the two subjects that I had placed in my boots earlier.  They were giving my feet a very nice massage, but I was willing to risk their lives to get two more of the little buggers.  They must have escaped from Kay’s or Debbie’s chamber.  But I wouldn’t tell them I found their little guys, I would simply enjoy disposing of them as I saw fit.

“You two had better stop running if you know what’s good for you!” I yelled at them.  That only made them run faster.  However, with a light shove of my foot, I was able to roll my office chair towards them at a speed much faster than they were running.  But, they had split up, and I had to choose which little subject I would go after first.  I rolled my chair to the left, and caught up to the little subject before he got under my secondary desk.  I placed my boot in front of him, and he ran right into it.  He fell over dazed, and a wicked thought went through my mind.  Something I had never done in all the experiments.  Squish two little men with one step…

(***** POV – Walter Bayer *****)

It was the last experiment, according to Dr. Sanders, but I wasn’t really enjoying it.  I was stuck beneath her sweating bare foot inside her brown leather boot.  It smelled horrible in here, like she had worn them for days barefoot.  However, I knew I wanted to do a good job on the experiment, so I rubbed the giant foot above me, and was soon covered in both my sweat and the sweat from this wet, rubbery sole above me.  The leather insole didn’t provide as much comfort as I had hoped, and I was pretty much stuck beneath the ball of her foot and her giant toes.  My legs went a little up the incline to the heel, but these boots were definitely not made to house a four inch tall man, along with a woman’s bare foot.  But I had to make the best of it, along with Jeff in her other boot.

I was surprised, suddenly to feel the giantess move rather fast.  I was pressed into the rubbery pad of her foot, but was relieved when it lifted enough for me to breathe.  I couldn’t imagine what she was doing, but I was hoping she wouldn’t be doing it again.  It was then that I heard pounding behind me from the outside of the boot.  What was going on?

“Well, my two little friends,” the Doctor said.  “It looks like I get a two for one special.  I wonder who will squish first?  Inside or outside?”  For a moment I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.  Then the giant, wet bare foot began to press down onto me, while the pounding continued at my back.  She was going to step on someone with her boot, while I was inside it.  The wet flesh surrounded me, making breathing extremely difficult.  It was very disconcerting to hear the scream of the other little guy behind me.  Was she really going to squish us both?

“The suspense is killing me!” I hear Dr. Sanders say.  But the next thing I hear sends a chill through my entire body.  A final scream, followed by a sickening wet “crunch” sound comes from below the insole.  The other man didn’t make it and died beneath the boot of this giantess.  However, I only have a little time to consider this before my own pain brings my thoughts back to reality.  He’s not the only man that’s going to be squished beneath this giantess’ foot.  The other guy, at least got to breathe fresh air before being ground into the floor by this giant boot.  I am stuck on the inside gasping for air, and that air carries the stench of this witch’s titanic foot.  At least he wasn’t surrounded by foot sweat, but that doesn’t matter now. 

“One down, one to go,” the giantess whispers.  I have only a moment to get one last breath of her foot odor before the heaviness of her foot presses down even harder.  Bones throughout my body begin snapping like twigs, and I scream my last scream…  I’m going to die in a woman’s reeking boot…  I’ll never see light again…  PAIN…  squish.

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

I felt sick as I realized there were two people killed in that single step the giantess took.  However, the distraction had worked, and I shoved the small disk into the computer.  Josh and I then quickly moved to a safer spot.  If all went well, Debbie should be here soon and start enlarging us.  I only hoped it would be in time.

After reaching a safe spot, Josh and I saw that the giant woman was on the prowl again.  We watched as she cornered William and brought him out into the open.  I wondered if she knew that he had escaped from her once before.  It was extremely unfortunate that she would be able to exact her revenge.  It just didn’t seem fair.

“Well, my little bug,” Dr. Sanders said with a smile.  “It seems you and your friend have escaped into the wrong room.  The penalty for that is the same for all bugs I find.  Death by crushing!”  There was nothing Josh or I could do to save poor William.  Not to mention the other poor soul trapped inside the bitch’s leather boot.

“I enjoyed feeling two bugs squish with just one step, and I expect to enjoy it again!” the giantess laughed.  I watched William push up on the sole of the giant boot, but there was nothing he could do.  He was doomed.  I was about to turn away, when I saw the most miraculous thing happen.  In an instant, he exploded to his full height. 

The Doctor’s foot slipped off William as he expanded, and he wasted no time in getting to his feet.  Before Dr. Sanders could get past her shock and amazement, William swung his fist with more power than I’d ever witnessed.  The impact sent the giantess sprawling backwards, actually flying out of her chair.  Landing on her back, she was completely knocked out.  Josh and I ran out into the open as blackness took us both.

When the blackness cleared, I was back to my full height.  I could see Debbie through the window in the door, and I quickly let her in.  I turned to find Josh back to his full height as well, and William was stooping over Dr. Sanders’ legs, unzipping the boot that almost ended his life.  As soon as it was off her bare foot, he dumped a very surprised and dazed man into his palm.

“Here, grow him back as well!” William said to Debbie as he handed the little man to her. 

“What is your subject number,” Debbie said to the little man while she held him up to her ear.  With a nod, she set him down at her feet and backed away.  In an instant, the man was grown to full size.  It was then that we felt the first explosion rock the building.  We didn’t have much time before we had to leave…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I was extremely pleased that I had restored four men to their normal height, but I knew I had to get back to the chambers to restore my last guy.  I only hoped that the building would hold together until I got everyone out.

“You guys get out of here!” I yelled at the men I just restored.  “There is a white van parked at the far end of the lot.  Go there and wait for me.  If I don’t come out when this place explodes, just leave!”  Without waiting for confirmation, I turned and ran towards the chambers.  As I entered, I noticed that there was one more subject in Kay’s chamber.  I would have to get him in a second, but for now I quickly typed in the number of my remaining subject and watched with joy as he enlarged to his full height.  I opened the door for him.

“Thank you so much!” he yelled as he gave me a hug.  It was nice to be appreciated, but there would be time for that later.

“Run out to a white van in the parking lot!” I yelled.  “There should be other subjects there as well.”  With a smile, he nodded and ran out.  I wasted no time going to Kay’s chamber and opening the door.  However, the next explosion was closer, and I was thrown against the far wall.  Luckily, I didn’t land on the shrunken man.  I quickly picked him up.

“What’s your subject number?” I asked and held him to my ear.  I heard him yell out “Nine,” and I quickly typed it into my controller.  Standing up, I took a few steps back and hit the enlarge button.  I was completely stunned when nothing happened.  I looked down and saw that the blast had caused me to land on my controller.  It was damaged, and I had no time to fix it here.  I picked up the little guy and moved to open the door.  However, the controllers operate the doors as well, and the door wouldn’t budge.

Another explosion rocked the building, and caused pieces of the roof to collapse.  It looked like I may finally experience a little of what some of these subjects did.  I might very well be crushed to death.  But then, to my surprise, Jason came running in towards the chamber.  I tried to signal to him that the door wouldn’t open, but he must have already deduced that.  Without slowing, he ran full speed into the door, causing it to bust from its hinges.

“Can we all leave now?” he asked with a smile.  I nodded as he took my arm and ran with me out of the building.  We made it to the van before the final explosion sent pieces of debris flying everywhere.  We were far enough back that nothing was going to hurt us, but the building was nothing but a crater now.  The experiments were over.

“I need you guys to meet me tonight at the Starlight Inn.” I told the five full grown men.  “The keys to the room are in the glove compartment, and I should be able to get all those collars off you.”  And with that, I took the remaining shrunken man with me to my car.  I had to figure out what would be done with this poor man…

(***** POV – Ray Black *****)

My arms were incredibly tired from the foot massage I was giving Kristy, when a news bulletin came on the television.  I stopped momentarily to find out what it was about.  I also saw Kristy lean forward with interest.  The scene on the television showed firemen putting out a fire in a collapsed building.

“There is still no word as to what the cause of the building explosion was,” the newscaster said.  “However, it is assumed that the building was almost completely empty.  One body was discovered so far, that of Ms. Kay Johnson.  We’ll report more to you as the situation develops.”  My heart dropped as I recognized the surrounding buildings.  That was the University.  That building was my only hope of getting back to normal.  I was going to stay this way forever.  A slave to my sadistic ex-girlfriend.  I just sat down and cried.

“Hey,” Kristy said down to me.  “If you don’t keep massaging my foot, I’ll give you a real reason to cry!”  I just stared numbly at the giant, black nylon covered sole in front of me.  The smell was still sickening from it being encased in her pump all day.  And now I would spend the rest of my life getting used to that smell.  Life had just become a permanent Hell.  There was really no hope…

(***** POV – Debbie Sillen *****)

I had gathered all of the medical supplies I would need to help the other five men, and now it was time I made the decision on what was to happen with the other little guy.  It actually wasn’t that tough of a decision, but carrying it out was going to be nearly impossible.  Since the main generator was destroyed, I could no longer use my controller to change the height of the little man.  If anyone would ever see this guy and report it, it would alert the government who would come and do “damage control.”  I already knew that I would be interviewed, but they knew I was too intimidated to talk about the experiments, especially since I participated in some of the deaths.  But anybody who was experimented on, or anyone that might have learned about these experiments would be liquidated.

“I’m sorry, Henry,” I said to the shrunken man.  “For the safety of everyone concerned, I think we’re going to have to get rid of you.”  It was tough seeing the look on his face.  He probably felt that he was free now that he was rescued, but I just couldn’t take the risks associated with keeping him alive.

“What are you saying!” he yelled into my ear.  “You can’t just kill me!  It isn’t fair!”  I didn’t have time to argue about this, since I had to go perform some minor surgeries before the government began watching me.

“It may not be fair, but it’s best for me and my family,” I said firmly.  “My sister, Jenna, will have to make sure everything is taken care of.”  And with that, I handed him over to Jenna.  I saw a slight twinkle in her eye, but there was also a little bit of sadness as well.

“I’ll take care of it,” she said solemnly.  “You just go and help the other guys.”  I didn’t have any more time to deal with this, so I nodded, picked up my stuff, and left.  I hoped I could count on her to destroy the little guy in a humane way, but more importantly, it had to be done soon.  There was no telling when the government agents would be around to investigate the house…

(***** POV – Henry Price *****)

I was dumfounded at what had just happened.  At first, I thought I was going to die in the explosions at the lab, than I am saved, only to be killed in a different way.  I looked up at the young girl carrying me and wondered what she was going to do.  Was she really going to kill me?  How was she going to do this?  She looked to be only 13 or so.  How could she commit murder?

We went into the bathroom, and I was set down on the tile floor.  I was relieved when the girl closed the lid on the toilet, since the last thing I wanted was to be flushed like a dead fish.  Using the toilet as a seat, the young giantess sat down and looked at me.  Jenna was very pretty, blond, and rather intense.  I looked to either side and noticed the brown loafers she was wearing on her bare feet.

“I’m sure you’re frightened,” Jenna began.  “But I will try to do this as nicely as possible.  However, the end result is assured.  I have to get rid of you, and I’ve chosen to step on you.”  WHAT!?  This young teenager was going to step on me.  Like I want to be ground beneath her shoes!

“Wait just a minute!” I yelled up, but she immediately interrupted.

“I can’t hear anything you say,” she said.  “And it won’t make any difference.  I know what is going to happen, and I know what the outcome will be.  If you cooperate, it will go much smoother.  Just lay down on your back and let me step on you.”  I looked around to see if there was any place I could go to escape and hide, but the bathroom didn’t offer me too much.  But I really didn’t want to be crushed beneath some teenager’s loafers.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jenna continued.  “You are looking for an escape route, but there really aren’t any.  I could easily pull of your arms and legs like a fly, but that is going to be more painful than just cooperating.  Besides, my foot is very soft, though it might smell a little.”  I was astounded as she pulled her right bare foot out of its loafer and crossed her legs.  I could now look up at the giant, glistening bare foot that was going to crush me into nothing.  This was worse than being stepped on by her shoe!  I was going to have to smell her stinking bare foot before it crushed me into paste!  What a witch!

“Now, lay down, or I will rip off your limbs,” the teenaged girl said in a firm tone.  I knew there was nothing I could do but comply with what she wanted.  I laid down and stared up at the soft, wrinkled sole far above me.  Just to the left, I could see her pretty face looking down at me with a very serious look.  It was little comfort to know she was taking this job seriously.  Then her legs uncrossed and the colossal bare foot lowered down onto me.  My muscles froze, and I began to cry with fright.  I didn’t do anything wrong!  Why was I being killed!  The musty stench hit my nostrils and made my eyes burn.  The soft, rubbery pad of this girl’s foot pressed lightly into my chest, as my face could only stare up at the underside of her toes.  I suddenly felt the need to get away from this situation, but it was too late.  The young goddess had complete control over my life.

“I know that this is small comfort for you,” Jenna said.  “But ever since I accidentally crushed a little man with my foot, I’ve wanted to know what it would be like to do it on purpose.  It will probably go a little slow, but I hope you understand that I won’t have this chance again.”  I yelled up at her, calling her every evil name in the book, but she couldn’t hear me, and just smiled at the squeaking I was making.  She was correct in the slowness of her assault, since the pressure has barely increased, and I am continually forced to smell the stench from beneath her toes.

The weight of her foot shifts slightly, and I can see she is enjoying every little feeling I make along her sensitive sole.  When a few of my ribs crack, she even backs off the pressure to allow me to inhale the foul odor of her bare foot and scream.  The weight then increases as my hips pop and snap.  Again she backs off to relish the experience of slowly crushing a man beneath her foot, like some kind of bug.  It hurts to breath, and I think my lower back just snapped.  I look up between her gigantic, sweating toes to see her watching me with extreme attention.  Then, her foot pivots up on its heel, and she looks down closer at me.

“How are you doing?” Jenna asks.  What a stupid question!  I can only see her blurred features through my tears, and intense pain is coursing through my entire body.

“I’m going to play with your head for a little while,” she explains.  I’m not sure what she means until the giant bare foot pivots back into place, and my head is gripped on both sides by the putrid flesh of her toes.  I think my head is going to pop like a grape, but this sadistic teenager always lets go before that happens.  But then the toes grope my head again and smear their filth and stench across my entire face.  Will this torment ever stop!?  The air is horrible, but it’s all I get to breathe, and my lungs are aching from the fumes.  Finally, the foot pivots off of me again, and I stare at the young blond Goddess before me. 

“I think it’s time we finish,” she says.  “I appreciate the enjoyment you’ve given me, and you should know that I will remember you the rest of my life.  But for now, it’s time to be squished.”  I can’t even protest as I watch the wrinkled sole settle over me for the last time.  I’m almost glad it’s over, but I wish this wouldn’t have been the way I died.  No one will know that my last moments were dedicated to the sadistic enjoyment of a young teenaged girl.  I feel the weight increase as the gigantic, rubbery sole engulfs me in its softness.  I take my last breath, which is filled with the smell of Jenna’s bare foot.  My insides compress and more pain shoots through my body.  I see Jenna’s face for the last time before my vision is filled with shooting stars of pain…  The softness surrounds me…  I die beneath this girl’s bare foot…  I know no more…  squish.

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)

Jason and I have been in hiding for a month since Debbie released us from the experiment.  The other three took off for Canada, but we wanted to say good-bye to the people that helped us survive.  We both knew it was dangerous to stay in the area, but we wanted to take that chance.  For me, I wanted to talk to Monica one last time.  If it wasn’t for her, I would have been crushed beneath some teenager’s foot.  Supposedly, Debbie had arranged for Monica, Jenna, and herself to meet us in the park.  Around 1:00 in the afternoon, Jason and I saw the three of them walking across the grass towards us.  When they got to us, there were hugs all around, and it was strange that all these girls were almost a foot shorter than us.  Monica was the tallest at 5’3”.  And yet, at one time, both Jason and I fit between their toes.

The day went better than I had hoped, though it started off a little hesitant and embarrassing.  I couldn’t help but notice that Monica and Jenna were wearing sandals.  That normally wouldn’t be strange, but I recognized Monica’s as the ones where I last licked her toes from.  And Jenna’s sandals were the same ones where Larry Peters had been taped to and crushed.  It was strange to view these small sandals now that they were no longer titanic objects.  I also had trouble not staring at Monica’s toes.  It didn’t seem that long ago when I had been licking them and could actually fit between them as if they were huge boulders of dark flesh.  It was also eerie that that same dark bare foot had crushed an adult man like myself, even though it was to save me.  Monica’s foot looked so small and cute now, but it had once held a power that could take a man’s life…

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)

The picnic was a grand idea, and I enjoyed it immensely.  Jenna kept smiling at me and wiggling her toes, which would always hold an interesting fascination for me.  I had once been so small that I fit between them without being crushed.  And for several days, I had wrestled with that giant bare foot, loosing every match.  But I knew when everything was done, I would miss Jenna.  We had been friends, and she had taken care of me when I needed it most.

Well, after all the good-byes and hugs, Josh and I caught a bus to Mexico.  We figured we could set up something down there, and eventually, life would return to a more normal pace.  I never got the “easy money” that the Experiment promised.  But I did have the adventure of a lifetime.  I was now listed as “deceased” due to the explosion, and Debbie suggested that all of us survivors should lay low for quite some time, since Dr. Sanders’ body was never recovered.  So off I go on my next adventure.  Who knows, maybe there are some “easy money” Experiments being done in Mexico…

THE END