THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 1

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
It had been an interesting time these past few years since the summer of using The Pen. I’d like to believe I have mellowed somewhat, but the idea of shrinking more men has been on my mind quite a bit. I guess it is somewhat addicting. So when I heard about a bunch of missing men back in my home town, I got a little suspicious that my little sister, Dawn, had figured out a way to get The Pen working again.

I stopped home for a weekend, and sure enough, a quick search of her room revealed exactly what I had hoped. Not only did I find a container full of shrunken men (which I left where they were), I also found The Pen in Dawn’s jewelry box. I am actually quite proud of myself for leaving the little guys where they were, since I would have loved to “borrow” one to see what it felt like to feel him squish like a bug. But I didn’t want to alert my little sister, so I just took the pen back to school with me.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Since the semester was almost over, my roommate, Heather, and I decided to take a trip to Cancun, Mexico. I figured having some disappearances there wouldn’t be as bad, since we would be gone by the time the investigation really started. Besides, that would still leave plenty of men in the U.S. for us to have some fun with. By the way, Heather is 5’3” tall and has beautiful, long black hair. She has a petite build and reminds me a lot of Sara, except that I have no intention of stepping on her (yet).

Two days after returning to school, Heather and I were in Cancun. I had told Heather about my previous little adventure into shrinking, and she said she couldn’t wait to see what it was really like to feel like a giantess in front of a man. We spent the first day looking for possible playthings. It didn’t take long before finding two large Mexican men that looked perfect.

We followed them into the bar and flirted with them. Unfortunately, they spoke very little English, and we spoke very little Spanish. However, we were able to persuade them to go for a walk with us. By this time, I was so excited about what was coming up that I could barely breathe. I’m sure my “escort” Marcos thought it was him, and to a certain extent, he was correct. Marcos was shorter than his friend Juan, whom I left for Heather. They looked like a strange couple, since Juan stood about 6’4” tall. But I knew that Heather would enjoy her experience all the more knowing that this guy had been over a foot taller than her before he was shrunk.

We walked for some time, while these guys casually groped us in the dark. Eventually, I steered us all into an alley next to a bar. It was then I made my move. I pretended to get out some lipstick, but took out the pen instead. In a flash of light, Marcos disappeared from view. I didn’t even wait to see where he was as I took aim at Juan. He looked completely stunned as Heather stepped out of the way. An instant later, he too disappeared. Heather looked down at her feet and smiled at the little two inch bug lying a few feet away. I spotted Marcos wiggling right by the tip of my black flats. (I knew I had to wear these shoes to commemorate my first adventure with shrinking!)

Before either of us could reach down and pick up our victims, there was a sound behind us. I looked up to see a man hiding behind a garbage can.

“Please don’t disintegrate me,” he said as he stood up with his arms raised. “I didn’t see anything, and I’ll just go back into the bar.” I paused only for a second before firing the shrinking ray at him as well. Besides three guys are better than two. I quickly picked up Marcos, and walked over to pick up the other poor guy who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had no idea where he was as I reached down and picked him up. I placed both of them gently in my purse and walked back towards Heather.

“Not so tall now, are you?” I heard her say to the little bug at her feet. She had decided to wear thin-soled, leather sandals for tonight’s conquest and was gently batting the tiny man around. Then she pinned him under her sandal with only his head sticking out.

“Are you ready to crunch?” Heather mockingly asked Juan.

“We don’t want to do this here,” I whispered quickly to her. She looked over at me with an almost lustful glint in her eyes.

“I suppose not,” Heather said with a smile. “But I can’t wait to get back to the hotel.” And with that, she removed her sandaled foot from over the shrunken man and picked him up. This was going to be a great night…

(***** POV – Juan Hildago *****)
I barely understood what the giant girl had said, but it was quite startling from being so much larger than her, to being pinned beneath her giant leather sandal. Her hand was beginning to sweat as she held me completely enclosed. I was wondering what would happen to Marcos and me, when suddenly light shown down as I was deposited on the floor of a giant hotel room. I looked around and saw Marcos, as well as another man I had seen before. If I remembered correctly, he owned a bar in town.

“What’s happening?” I asked him, hoping that he spoke Spanish.

“Whatever it is,” he replied, “it isn’t going to be good.” He was right, as the girl named Heather pushed me over with a flick of her foot. Once again, she wasted no time in covering me up. I was completely pinned beneath the thin leather of her sandal sole, looking up past her giant toes, legs, chest, and into her gigantic face. She still looked incredibly beautiful, but I had the horrible feeling she was going to step on me. Marcos and the other guy came running up to try to pull me away, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. The giantess said something, which the bar owner translated.

“She’s going to squish you like a roach,” he said with fear in his voice. “I wish there was something I could do.” Suddenly a horrible smell washed over us as the blond girl removed her black leather shoe and pushed Marcos over with her glistening big toe. She wasted no time in pinning him to the floor beneath the soft bare flesh of her foot. It looked like Marcos was going to die in a worse predicament then me. However, my attention is brought back to the giant leather clad foot above me as the giantess begins to step down on me.

I can see the smile on her pretty face widen as she lowers her foot down. I can see all the dirt and dust on her leather sandal as it continues to press down on me. I can also smell the slight foot odor emanating from her large pale toes just above my head. I scream as my legs and hips crack. This woman is really going to crush me beneath her foot. She used to be so small compared to me, and now her tiny foot is going to take my life. I can feel my organs compress as a giggle escapes the lips of this girl. I see her wave good-bye to me before the pain increases sharply… my body explodes… crunch.

(***** POV – Marcos Sanchez *****)
I heard the dark haired girl laugh as I looked out from beneath the giant foot covering me to see her sandaled foot twisting the body of my friend out like a cigarette. The blond above me is saying something, but I am unable to understand. Then the other guy comes over to translate.

“She wants you to lick the underside of her toes,” he said solemnly. This woman had to have been wearing these shoes all day in the hundred degree weather. The stench made my eyes burn, and I knew she wasn’t going to let me go. There was no way I was going to lick the sweat from those giant toes above me. However, her voice thundered down at me again.

“She says that she can cause even more pain if you don’t do what she says,” the other man translated. I have no doubt that she could inflict an incredible amount of pain on me, but I am not going to die in humiliation, especially by licking this girl’s toes. Suddenly, the giant, sweaty bare foot is lifted off of me, and I am picked up in her hand. Her grip is intense as she brings me up to her face. I can’t understand a word she screams at me, but I feel my eardrums burst at the volume of it. She lowers me down, and I see her giant toes coming towards me. The big and second toes separate, and my face is thrust into the filth-covered flesh between them. I can only hold my breath for a little while before I have to breathe in. I feel some of the sweat and grime go down my lungs, and I begin coughing. But then my head is pulled back slightly, only to be pinched between these two walls of her stinking toes. I am dizzy from the smell and the damage to my ears, as the sweaty grip of these toes increases. I can only look at the dark crevice between her toes as bit by bit the pressure increases. The pain is horrible, as I continue to breathe in the smell from this woman’s foot. Finally, I only see stars as I feel my skull beginning to crack. I look up to see the faint outline of the blond’s face… the giant toes come together… my head explodes like a grape… pop.

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
I couldn’t help but have an orgasm right there. The tiny man’s body was still intact, but my toes had proven much stronger than his head. I had only used the smallest amount of pressure, and it was enough to completely flatten the little bastard’s skull.

“That was so cool!” Heather said to me. “It’s too bad we only have 16 charges left.” I looked over to see the huge smile on her face. She then sat down and lifted up her sandal. She had twisted it back and forth with enough pressure that there was no recognizable features of the man that had once been known as Juan. With a few paper towels, both of our little victims were cleaned up and disposed of. That left one little guy sitting terrified at my feet. I reached down and picked up his trembling, two-inch body in my hand.

“So, it looks like you speak English,” I said to him. He wasted no time in nodding. However, it looked like he wanted to say something, so I figured I could let him say his final words. Besides, I had just had one of the best experiences of my life, so I could afford to go slow with this one. So I held him up to my ear to see what he had to say.

“My name is Jason Blair,” he began, “and I can give you some information that might prove useful.” I couldn’t imagine what kind of information he could give me that might prove useful, but I told him to go on.

“I know someone who might be able to recharge that little wand of yours,” he blurted out. Well, that would indeed prove useful.

“If you agree to let me live, I’ll tell you everything I know,” he said. I brought him around to look into his eyes. There was something about him that I liked. I smiled and told him that it was a deal. After all, it would be better to spare one little man in order to be able shrink many more. I held him back up to my ear, and he went on with a story that I had found both fascinating and almost unbelievable. He told me about an experiment that was conducted at a university regarding shrinking. Apparently, the whole thing was destroyed, but the lead scientist survived. Her name was Dr. Marlene Sanders. And it turns out a friend of his recently saw her and knows where she currently is…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 2

(***** POV – Heather Preston *****)
It was very exciting to have crushed such a large man beneath my foot, but I wanted to do it again real soon. The next day, Steph and I went out to scout for more men. She had an idea to meet with this Dr. Sanders but wanted to bring a few “presents”. First, however, we had to get Jason’s friend. We knew we had to shrink him down, since that was the only way we would know for sure he was telling the truth. (Intimidation works much better when a giantess is doing the questioning.)

The cool thing about today was that Steph said we were going to shrink extra people so that we could have some fun before leaving Cancun. She had decided to wear her same black leather flats all day, but I had decided to change into some flip-flops. I figured the rubber soles might allow the little guys to last a bit longer. And by five o’clock, we had spotted our prey. It looked like a group of four American college students had decided to come down to Cancun for some fun.

We followed them as they went to a restaurant to eat, and then they went back to their hotel to get ready for the night. It was quite easy to walk all the way to their room without them even noticing us. They had definitely had too much to drink. We timed our steps so that we would be passing by their door as they opened it to walk in. As soon as they stepped in, several flashes of light went off. Steph had become an expert marksman from all the practice she had, and these guys never stood a chance. I immediately began picking them up and putting them in my purse. The excitement at feeling them squirm in my hand made me want to have some fun right here, but Steph reminded me that we had one more shrinking to do. So, it was off to the bar that little Jason owned…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)
I was a little worried that Jason had gone off without saying anything, but I had to continue to take care of the bar. We had been here a year and set up the bar to make a living. It didn’t bring in a load of money, but our business was growing, and I was finally getting used to the heat. I knew neither of us would ever go back to the United States again. I had been back once, to help get my sister ready to attend the New York School of Engineering. She wanted to be a Computer Engineer, and I was so proud of what she had already accomplished from high school. However, the trip turned out to be one of the more terrifying moments of my life.

It appeared that the evil Dr. Sanders had just been hired by the Biomedical Engineering department as a professor. I laid low for the next day as I finished moving my sister into her apartment. I was due to leave later in the day to fly back to Mexico, but I knew I wanted to make sure of what I saw. If I had been correct, I would probably not see my sister again for the next few years, since I couldn’t risk being in the same area as the doctor. I snuck up to her office, and sure enough, the picture next to the door made me realize my worst fear. I would never forget that face, but I certainly didn’t want to see it live. Dr. Sanders had changed her name to probably hide from the government. She was now Dr. Sandy Marlow. That was enough information for me, and I was thankful to be on the plane heading back to the Mexican bar I had made my home.

So, Jason and I had made a pact to stay away from the United States for the time being, and make sure no one knew who we were. If the bar turned out to be a hit, we were both going to get some plastic surgery done to remain hidden forever. But I couldn’t help but wonder where Jason had disappeared to…

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
It was getting real late, and I really wanted to get back to the hotel to have some fun. But I had to find a way to get the other owner of the bar. Heather and I had decided to lay low in the alley where we had captured Jason the night before. The smell from the garbage was getting annoying, but we knew it wouldn’t be too long before he came out. I was thankful when the side door opened to reveal a man carrying garbage. I got the pen ready and approached him.

“Are you Josh?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

“Yeah, can I help you?” he responded. I just smiled and fired the pen at him. I’m sure he was quite surprised and probably had many questions. However, I was in no mood to sit in this alley any more, so I picked him up, put him in my purse, and went back to Heather.

“Let’s go have some fun,” I whispered. She grinned broadly, and we both walked quickly back to our hotel room. Once there, we sat down in the rather small kitchen and dumped the tiny little men on the floor. I was careful to put Josh and Jason over to one side.

“I’m sure you all have some questions,” I addressed our captive audience, “but I really don’t want to waste time with explanations. My name is Steph, and this is Heather. Now, which of you would liked to be stepped on first?” The looks on all their faces were priceless. They didn’t know how to take what I had just said. I looked over at Heather, and smiled. We then both reached down and picked up a little man. The remaining two took off running.

“Don’t worry,” I told the little man in my hand, “I’m not really going to step on you. But I need to keep you safe for a little while.” And with that, I pulled my bikini top away from my body a little bit, and dropped him in. He fell to the bottom before I let my top press back against my body. The weight of my left breast was completely on top of him, and I wasn’t sure he was appreciating it. However, as long as he was wiggling, he was still alive. Besides, I couldn’t believe my soft breast could actually kill anyone.

Looking over at Heather, she had the same idea and placed her little man right over her nipple. That seemed to make her enjoyment of tonight’s festivities increase dramatically. The side effect of all this was that the two little men who had been running away, stopped and watched what was happening to their friends. They even began walking back, obviously thinking that playing with a giant woman could be fun after all. To an extent, they were right. It was going to be great fun… For us girls…

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
After my initial fright, I began to calm down. These giant girls were just joking when they said they were going to step on us. Harry and Phil definitely were in some pretty cool places, and I knew I could show these girls an even better time. While I was still intimidated, there was no one better at pleasing a woman then me.

“Hay, Heather,” Steph said, “why don’t you turn on some music.”

“Great idea,” Heather responded. Then, to Roger’s and my delight, they began dancing directly over us, occasionally squatting down to give us an even nicer view. Being tiny certainly had some advantages. Steph continued to do a very seductive dance over me, while Heather was giving Roger the time of his life. We just laid on our backs enjoying the show.

Then, Steph kicked off her black leather pumps and began dancing barefoot over me. While this didn’t change how sexy she was, the smell coming from nearby was kinda ruining the whole mood. I glanced over to Roger to see what Heather was doing, and just about had a heart attack. I watched Heather raise her flip-flop sandal over Roger, then place it over his legs. The soft rubber sole didn’t seem to hurt him too much, but it kept him from moving. Then she continued her dance and squatted down. Roger howled in pain as the massive weight from this colossal woman flattened his legs.

I looked back at Steph and saw the smooth, dirty sole of her right foot coming down towards me. I had a feeling in my gut that this night wasn’t going to turn out good for us if we didn’t do anything. So I quickly dove to the side, narrowly avoiding Steph’s sweaty bare foot. After looking around quickly, I realized there was no place to go for protection, except one. I wasn’t sure if this was a wise move, but I knew I was dead for sure if I didn’t at least try. With as much speed as I could muster, I ran for Steph’s black leather pump, which was on its side, not far away. I heard the giant foot behind me lift off the floor with a slight peeling sound and knew I didn’t have much time. With the rest of my strength, I lunged into the shoe. Taking a sharp right turn against the moist leather wall, I ran towards the toe section.

My luck was still with me as I noticed that the sweat from Steph’s foot had caused the leather insole to peel away from the rest of the shoe. Also, there was a hole worn in the insole right near the indentation made by her big toe. It wasn’t much protection, but it was all that I had. Ignoring the smell, I lifted myself up to the hole and lowered myself in. Then the world tipped, and I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on…

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
I stood there stunned after watching the tiny little bug dive into my shoe. Did he actually think that would save him? I knocked it right side up with a brush of my foot, than began pushing my bare foot back into it. I knew the smell was probably enough to knock him out, but if he was stupid enough to dive in there, I was going to make sure it was the last mistake he would make.

“Did that guy just jump into your shoe?” Heather chuckled.

“I can’t believe it either,” I said, “but apparently he wants a more horrible death then what I had planned.” I could feel a slight bump near my big toe as my foot finished entering the shoe. It didn’t take long to realize that I had him pinned partially beneath my big toe, but he seemed to be on the other side of the insole. I had tried to fix the insole earlier by using glue, but I must not have pressed hard enough to seal it.

“Bye, bug!” I said down to my shoe. Then I pressed down hard with my toes and actually heard a peep from the toe of my shoe. I could feel part of him brush the underside of my second toe, and I was trying to figure out what had happened to him. So, I removed my leather pump and peered in…

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
The pain was intense as the giant toe pressed down on the insole, which in turn, crushed my legs. What I hadn’t realized when I found my hiding place is that she had tried to glue the insole back into the shoe. With the pressure she exerted with her toes, the glue took hold, and I was now completely stuck from my chest down between the insole and the shoe beneath it. My legs were completely crushed, and my arms, stomach, and below were completely held immobilized by the glue and insole. My head and shoulders were actually thrust upwards slightly, so I was now lightly touching the sweaty underside of Steph’s toes.

The pain was intense, but I was extremely happy when the giant toes were pulled out. I looked down the inside of the sweat-covered leather insole and saw Steph’s giant face smiling at me from the shoe opening.

“And I thought you were in a bad predicament before!” she laughed. “Take a look at what was going to happen to you.” The view shifted, and I could see the giant tan leg of Heather, ending in her foot inside her flip-flop. Below that was Roger, with half his body trapped beneath the slightly yielding rubber of her sandal. I didn’t envy him…

(***** POV – Roger Banister *****)
This just isn’t fair! I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening. My legs are crushed beneath the giant flip-flop, and the dark-haired girl is just smiling with glee. She is very pretty, but with a sadistic streak that freezes my heart. I am lucky that her attention is taken off of me for a moment, while I try to free myself. I can only guess that poor Jim is the reason for the distraction. And, unfortunately, it isn’t really helping me escape. My legs are broken in so many places that I couldn’t really crawl anywhere even if I could get free.

“It looks like we have an audience for your finale,” Heather says down to me. I look up to see Steph’s black leather shoe being held over me. Looking closer, I am surprised that I see Jim stuck in the toe section. Perhaps his fate is worse than mine. At least my life will be over soon. And with a little luck, I won’t have to be stepped on by something that smells as bad as the odor coming from that shoe.

“Are you ready to squish?” Heather chuckles. “Bye, bye bug!” I see the giant flip-flop lift up and pivot on its heel as it covers me in shadow. I can see the dark patches of dirt on the rubber sole, as it slowly lowers down. The rubber is actually quite soft, but I know there is no escape. My legs were crushed easily as soon as more weight was put on, and I know the same will happen now. It sucks that I was just about to graduate college, and now I’m nothing but a bug. A bug that will be stepped on by a five-foot tall girl wearing a flip-flop. The pain begins to build as this beautiful, sadistic young woman begins the process of ending my life. My hips pop as the rubber sole becomes more rigid… My lungs ache… At least I’m luckier than Jim… Blackness… squelch.

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
“Wasn’t that cool?” Steph asked me. “Well, we’re going to get something to eat and drink, so I’ll give you the opportunity to do the same.” I was still stunned by the death of Roger beneath Heather’s foot, and I could still hear her laughing as she cleaned up his remains. She was saying something about how this bug wasn’t as messy as the last. But then I begin to truly understand my predicament as Steph set her shoe back on the ground. I saw the giant dirty toes come over the side of the shoe. The light got dimmer as the giant pale sole continued to come into the shoe. Finally, the light was shut out as the toes passed overhead. I was hoping she would have actually given me some food and drink.

“Feel free to lick my toes if you get hungry or thirsty!” I heard Steph yell to me. Both giantesses erupted in laughter at the thought of me getting my nourishment from the sweat and grime of Steph’s toes. But I am not giving up yet. If I can get free of this glue, I might be able to crawl for help. But how long can I live on the sweat and grime of a young woman’s foot…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 3

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)
Jason and I watched as the two giantesses started getting food ready. I was appalled by what had just happened, but it was nothing completely new. After all, Jason and I had been part of an experiment that had a lot of “casualties.” As the women prepared a small dinner, Jason filled me in on all that had happened since his capture. I now knew why I was captured, but I also knew I had to make a deal with these giantesses so that they wouldn’t kill me. This was definitely going to take some diplomacy.

After about a half hour, the girls had finished eating and had even fed us some crumbs. The young woman named Heather then picked Jason up and walked over to sit on the couch. I was hoping she wouldn’t kill him, but my attention was brought back to Stephanie as she sat down at the table.

“So, what can you tell us about this woman who knows how to shrink people?” she inquired as she lowered her hand for me to climb on to. I was hesitant, but she currently seemed to be in a good mood. I climbed on and was lifted up to her ear.

“Well, do I have your assurances that I won’t be killed?” I asked into the giant ear. I was surprised as she chuckled, as if she had expected this question.

“Of course,” Steph said in a very pleasant manner. “Provided that your information turns out to be correct.” She finished in a very serious tone. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. But suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Heather, can you get that?” Steph called over. Heather stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Standing there were two college-aged girls dressed up for a night on the town. Actually, they appeared to have already had a night of drinking and dancing, and seemed surprised as Heather opened the door.

“I’m sorry,” said the tall, beautiful blond on the left, “We must have the wrong room.” But the look on the other girl’s face was that of shock. The pretty redhead was staring at Heather’s hand. More specifically, at Jason, who was struggling against Heather’s grip.

“What is that!” she asked loudly. There was a moment of silence as Heather realized what was happening. Suddenly, she reached over and pulled the blond into the room with her free hand. I saw Steph move with surprising speed as she drew a pen-sized object from her pocket and fired a beam of light at the redhead. Two things happened simultaneously. The blond had been pulled completely off her feet and flew into the end table near the couch. The lamp on it shattered, and she appeared to be knocked out cold. At the same time, the redhead disappeared in a blast of light, only to be replaced with a much smaller version.

“Well, how do we clean up this mess?” Steph asked as she walked over and picked up the girl. She then shut the door and walked over to the unconscious blond. It didn’t appear that she was hurt, except for a bruise on her forehead.

“Hey Steph,” Heather said excitedly. “We really only have to take care of the redhead, right? Well, I have a great idea.” With a smile, she walked over to the cabinet to get some glue. I wondered what she was going to do…

(***** POV – Cyndi Ethers *****)
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had seen a tiny man in the hand of a woman, then suddenly, everything was gigantic. I saw Jennifer lying on the floor, as another blond walked over to me and picked me up in her giant hand. I was so frightened, I couldn’t even think to run. Then that black haired girl said she something about an idea and went to retrieve something. I wasn’t sure whether I was afraid for my own safety or Jennifer’s.

“Quick, Steph, take off the blond’s shoe!” I heard the brunette say. I watched the giant blond named Steph reach over and remove my friend’s cream-colored leather pump. It looked gigantic as she set it on the floor, then dropped me in. I fell for a moment, watching the moist, leather insole take up my whole vision. As I hit the soft leather, I immediately started sliding down the incline of the high-heeled shoe towards the toe section. We had just been out dancing all night, and the smell was absolutely horrible. Jen had worn nylons, and with the temperature being as high as it was, her foot had absolutely soaked the insole. I never thought I would see Jen’s shoe from this angle, and I knew I had never wanted to.

“What do you want!” I yelled up at the giantess. She just looked down and smiled.

“We will let your friend decide your fate,” she said simply. “But for starters, I want you to get out of your clothes. And I mean now.” I didn’t want to anger this woman, so I immediately removed my clothes and put them in a pile a little ways away. The moisture on the insole made standing on the soft leather with my bare feet a little tricky, but I didn’t want to touch any more of the putrid surface than I had to. Steph picked up my clothes and set them aside. I then watched as the brunette handed something to Steph, who wasted no time in picking me up again.

“Believe it or not,” Steph began, “a tiny man accidentally got himself stuck in my shoe. Even now, I can feel him wiggling around beneath my toes trying to get loose. We are going to give you the same opportunities that he has. You will either be squished by your friend’s toes, or you may live for quite a while. Either way, it should be fun!” She then squirted glue all over my legs and back. Then, carefully, she shoved me deep into the cavern that was my friend’s shoe. I felt my leg snap as the giantess pushed me hard into the toe section. The giant finger then pushed down on my chest, making a few of my ribs crack. I screamed in pain, but it only brought a chuckle from the giant girls. As the finger left and light streamed back in, I realized I was truly stuck fast. The smell down here reeked from a night of dancing, and I could see the indentations made by Jen’s toes on either side of me. There was a chance she wouldn’t crush me under them, but she definitely might crush me between them. I couldn’t help but begin to cry.

“Quick, remove her other shoe and lift her up on the couch,” I heard the brunette say. I heard a lot of movement, but couldn’t really see out of the shoe from my vantage point. I thought of trying to pull myself free, but there was no leverage. My back and legs were completely stuck to the insole.

“Now hide the little guys, I think she’s waking up!” she said anxiously. I could hear my friend moan slightly as she was coming back to consciousness.

“You’ve taken a little fall,” Steph said to Jennifer. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah,” Jen replied. “Where’s Cyndi?”

“She went back out to the club you were last at,” Steph lied. “She said you should join her as soon as you were feeling better.” My heart began to sink as I realized what was going to happen.

“Oh,” Jen paused. “Well, I guess I’d better be going then. Thanks for your help!” I could hear Jen put on her other shoe, and I awaited the inevitable. Sure enough, within a matter of seconds, I saw her nylon covered toes come into view and begin to slide down the soft leather insole. The light was becoming dim, and the smell was becoming a little intense. There was nothing I could do to position myself differently, so I watched Jen’s huge toes slowly cover up the light. The silky nylon pressed down on my face and chest as I heard the final scraping sound of the giant foot entering the shoe. I prepared for the crushing weight of my friend’s toes as the leather shoe creaked, indicating she was beginning to stand. To my surprise, I seemed to be positioned between her big and second toes, but with nylons on, her toes were held together pretty tight. There was only a tiny space where her toes curved upwards. I only hoped it was enough.

“Enjoy the rest of your night!” I hear Steph say, though it is quite muffled beneath Jen’s giant foot. I feel myself lift up as Jen takes a step towards the door. I know it’s a tight fit, but I’m sure it will be enough. However, as her pump contacts the floor, my confidence begins to deflate. All I can breathe in is the horrible moist air of her nyloned toes, and suddenly her soft toes begin to press down on me. I can tell she has barely touched the ground with the high-heeled shoe, and already I am feeling the intense pressure of her toes. The pressure continues to increase as all of Jen’s weight presses into the toe section of this shoe. The flesh of her toes spread outwards from her weight, diminishing any safe spot there was a second ago between them. I can’t breathe… The toes continue to expand… My friend is stepping on me… I squish beneath her toes… squish.

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
As soon as the blond walked out the door, Heather and I broke out laughing. For me, it was almost as exciting as squishing Sara beneath my bare foot in my boot. Or at the very least, as exciting as having a tiny man licking my sweaty toes in my shoe. But now I had to finish my interrogation of Josh.

“Uh, Steph,” Heather stammered. “We should probably give the little guys in our swimming suits a breather, don’t you think?” I had almost forgotten that we had placed two other little men in our bikini tops. I quickly lifted my top away from my breast and saw that the little guy was barely conscious. However, I could still see his tiny chest move up and down, so I retrieved him from the cup and placed him on the table. Heather walked over with her little guy and set him down as well.

“I think my other little friend and I are going to get cleaned up before bed,” Heather said with a smile. I looked down at her hand and saw that Jason was more than a little nervous.

“Just be careful with him,” I suggested. She nodded and walked into the bathroom. I was really hoping that she didn’t hurt him, since I actually wanted to keep him around a little while. The idea of having a pet was kind of appealing. Ah, well, it was time I finished getting the information from Josh.

“Well, what can you tell me about this woman that you know of?” I stated my question as bluntly as I could. I then lifted him up to my ear with a slight squeeze to indicate who was in charge. He wasted no time with more negotiations as he told me everything he knew about a scientist that might know how to recharge the pen on a regular basis. It took quite a while, but after asking a few more questions, I realized I would need to be transferred from my current college to the City College of New York School of Engineering.

“I appreciate your honesty,” I told the nervous little guy in my hand. “And I will keep up my end of the bargain. For now.” I now needed a place to keep these guys until tomorrow. So, I went into my room and rummaged through the closet to find my boots. There was just something about keeping these tiny men in my footware that really turned me on. I figured I’d be a little nice, though, and give Josh his own boot. After retrieving my black leather dress boots, I brought them out to the kitchen. Then, without any fanfare, I picked up Josh and placed him on the leather insole of my right boot. The other two men, who were just regaining consciousness, I picked up and placed in my left. It was cute to hear them scream as they found out where they were. However, I had no intention of putting my boots on. After all, I still needed the little bugs. But for now, they just needed to be safe. Tomorrow, it was time to pack for New York…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 4

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)
Well, it was really the first time I had ever felt “fairly comfortable” around a woman’s foot. Heather had cleaned me up, than took a long bath for herself. I definitely considered myself fortunate, since I did get a front-row seat. I must say that if her profession isn’t a model, it should be. I just loved the way her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders. But I never lost sight of the fact that this beauty had crushed two men out of existence.

After she was done with the bath, Heather dried off and took me into the bedroom. I must admit, I was wondering about the possibilities of being in a bed with a giantess. Especially since she was being so nice to me. But all we did was talk for a while, before she decided it was time to sleep. She warned me against trying to escape, since there were far more “monsters” on the floor than in the bed. So she turned over onto her stomach and set me on the sole of her foot. I didn’t know if she expected me to do anything, but it appeared I was now on my own. The lights were turned off, and before long, Heather was fast asleep.

I normally would have taken this time to escape, but there were two important points going through my head. The first was that I was like a man who was almost done with a prison sentence. If everything worked out well in New York, Josh and I would be returned to normal. After all, these giantesses had the information they needed, and we were still alive. The second thing running through my mind was how soft Heather’s sole was. This was the first time I had gotten to marvel at the silkiness of her foot without feeling apprehensive about my predicament. And also for the first time, all the soft flesh smelled clean. I even ventured down near her beautiful long toes, and the smell of soap was all that was in the air.

“Feel free to crawl around,” Heather’s voice suddenly whispered. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” Oops, I guess I had woken her up. Ah, well, I guessed this was probably my only chance to get over my fear of women’s feet, so I went exploring. I could tell that Heather was wide awake and trying real hard not to move, but her toes still occasionally twitched. I must have spent the next hour crawling between her toes and exploring the slight wrinkles in her soft, upturned sole. And while there were several moments I froze in terror when her toes twitched, I quickly learned to relax and just enjoy the moment.

I was finally beginning to get tired, so I curled up on the front pad of her foot and tried to sleep. For some reason, I actually felt safe. I gave a quick kiss to her soft, warm sole and closed my eyes.

“How sweet,” Heather drowsily whispered. “Goodnight, my pet.” There was definitely something about this woman that was intriguing to me. Hopefully, it wasn’t just her magnificent body. I knew that she was a murderer and a kidnapper, but she was also the one keeping me safe. I would know more tomorrow on the journey to New York. For now, though, I was going to get a good night’s sleep…

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
I have no idea how long I’ve been in this hell hole, but I can’t take it much longer. I am too weak to even try to work my way out from being stuck in the insole of this insane bitch. At least the smell gets better at night, as well as cool air filters in. I overheard that we are going to New York, and I’m not sure what that means for me. It’s probably not as hot in New York in the spring as it is in Mexico, but I can’t think of any way out of this shoe.

I can feel my world moving again, which can only mean one thing. I look up to see Steph’s giant toes coming over the rim of the shoe. It must be morning, since her foot actually smells clean. I know that won’t last long. And before I know it, I will be swallowing more sweat and dirt from between her colossal toes. I would give anything to just die, but I can’t even do that. My only hope is that somehow the sweat from her foot will cause the glue to loosen up. I’ve felt it slowly loosen periodically, but not enough for me to get free. And the pressure from her toes immediately presses it back down. But I mustn’t lose hope. There has to be a way out…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)
I could tell by the sounds outside that we must be in an airport, probably getting ready to go to New York. It was a refreshing change to be out of any footware for once. The night spent in Steph’s boot wasn’t overly pleasant, but at least she wasn’t wearing it at the time. However, for today’s travel, we get to ride “topside.” In order to keep us nice and close, Steph decided to tape us inside her cleavage. That way, there is no strange bulge in the wrong place. It also wasn’t excessively hot, and I actually got to talk to another shrunken man named Phillip Tensley. He was pretty frightened after finding out what happened to his friends. Spending the night in a giant leather boot didn’t make him feel too good either. However, things could be worse, so I told him to just sit back and enjoy the ride. The softness of Steph’s breast made the journey more enjoyable than others that I’ve had.

Since I had time, I began to wonder how Jason was doing. He had spent the night with Heather and was now being transported by her. He seemed pretty relaxed when I saw him this morning, but I didn’t get a chance to find out what happened last night. I was a little suspicious that he made a deal or something, but I wasn’t going to start getting paranoid now. He was my best friend, and I’m sure he would do nothing to betray me. Besides, I have Steph’s assurances that I won’t be killed. I really hope that Dr. Sanders is still in New York. If she isn’t, I may not live to regret it…

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
At last we landed in New York! It was quite nice having two men squirming in my shirt, along with one in my shoe. But I was beginning to think I needed a booster of some sort. There were still 9 charges left in the pen, and I really only had one good crush. And I knew just the victim for today. The teenage brat that kept kicking the back of my seat on our way to New York would do nicely. Perhaps the rest of his family too, since they did nothing to stop it.

I whispered my idea to Heather, and she immediately agreed. There were four in all, with the mom, dad, and two sons. We followed them to the baggage claim, then over to the restrooms. It had been a long day of traveling, and there actually were not too many people in this area this late at night. I had Heather keep watch and distract the mom, than I walked into the men’s bathroom. My luck held as I saw the dad and one of the sons next to the urinals. I quickly fired at the dad and followed up on the son before they realized what had happened. They were definitely confused as I picked them up and put them in my purse. I decided not to worry about the other son who was obviously in one of the stalls.

When I got back out, I could see Heather talking to the mom to keep her distracted from seeing me coming out of the men’s bathroom. We talked for a while until the young boy came out of the bathroom. He told his mom he didn’t know where his dad or brother were, and his mom told him not to worry. So while the little boy watched their luggage, the mom went to the bathroom. I followed immediately, and within a minute, I was leaving with a shrunken lady who just kept squeaking at me.

“So what’s your name?” I heard Heather ask the little boy. I could also see that she was crouching down and blocking the view of other people passing by.

“Tommy Smith,” he replied. I snuck up behind him, and with a press of a button watched him shrink down between Heather’s boots. The smile on her face was one of extreme excitement as she saw the little bug try to figure out what happened.

“Well, Tommy,” she whispered, “we have to go now.” Heather then stood up and pivoted her left leather boot on her heel so that the sole rose up over the small boy. With a small peep, he took off running out from under the shadow, but that just made Heather chuckle a little. She slid her foot over and knocked Tommy down with the toe of her black boot. Another peep escaped from Tommy as he just lay there staring up at the sole of Heather’s boot. She slowly lowered it, pinning Tommy to the floor.

“Bye Tommy,” she said down to him. I watched the soft leather of Heather’s boot crease as she tilted her ankle and began to push the sole of her boot into Tommy. With a tiny scream, Tommy crunched beneath Heather’s weight. To make sure no one could identify a tiny body, she twisted her foot back and forth. Tommy was slowly ground into the sole of Heather’s boot.

“Let’s go!” she said with excitement. A tiny spot of blood was left on the spot, next to their luggage. Other spots of Tommy were left from Heather’s boot as she walked through the airport. Eventually, all traces of him disappeared. I was so excited by this whole fiasco that I knew I had to have some fun myself. It would only have to wait until we got to the hotel. After all, Tommy wasn’t the annoying one. It was his older brother…
THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 5

(***** POV – Jimmy Smith *****)
It was hard to figure out what was happening. Somehow, my mom, dad, and I were in a woman’s purse, and suddenly the world tipped over, and we were falling into the light. I blinked a few times to get used to the brightness. As my vision cleared, I found myself looking at a wall of black leather. Backing up, I was able to take in the fact that it was a giant leather pump. What was the most frightening part was that there was a giant bare foot inside it. I craned my head back to see up the beautiful leg, past the tan shorts, past the dark T-Shirt, and into the face of a stunning blond goddess. I actually fell over as I looked into her smiling face.

“Here ya go, Heather,” this giantess said to yet another colossal woman. I watched as the blond picked up my mom and tossed her through the air. My mom screamed as she flew threw the air to be caught by the dark haired woman named Heather.

“Thanks, Steph,” Heather replied as she sat down on a couch. I was just in awe at these two beautiful women, who looked to be not much older than myself, perhaps early twenties. I couldn’t help but get excited about the prospect of exploring either of these goddesses at a more personal level. A loud zipping noise coming from Heather’s direction indicated that she was removing her black leather boots. My gaze was transfixed as she pulled her bare foot out of the gigantic boot, than zipped it back up. I was very surprised as she then lowered my mom into that boot. These were my kind of women, if they were going to torment my parents for being such losers.

“I hope you enjoy your new home, down there,” Heather chuckled. “I think your son Tommy would have enjoyed it, but unfortunately, he was on the wrong side of my boot. I’m afraid I had to step on him. But don’t worry, he squished a lot quicker beneath my foot than you’re going to.” I was a little stunned and wondered whether they were serious or not. Heather must have sensed this, as she picked her boot up and held it over our heads.

“What’s left of Tommy is right there,” Heather said, pointing to a dirty stain on the sole of that boot. I stared up at that sole, trying to imagine what it was like for Tommy. To feel the intense pressure that this gorgeous woman was exerting for her own amusement. To realize that she is killing you as easily as stepping on a bug. I was brought back to reality as the boot left my field of vision, Heather removed her other boot as well.

“Don’t worry, your fates aren’t guaranteed,” Steph said down to my dad and me. “If you do exactly as we say, everyone might get out alive. However, to show that we are serious, I’m going to squish one of you.” My jaw dropped as she said this. Was it going to be me or my dad? One of us was going to know what it felt like to have a young woman crush us beneath her weight.

“The contest is simple,” Steph continued. “Both Heather and I have slightly dirty feet. One of you will clean hers, and one of you will clean mine. Whoever does the best lives.” I then watched as Heather picked up my dad and moved him to one of her bare feet. Steph removed her bare foot from her black leather flat and placed it in front of me. I don’t know what my dad was going through, but I was nearly knocked over by the smell of the goddess’ foot.

“Begin now!” Steph thundered down to us. I wasted no time in running up to the giant toes and began licking. I was hoping I could just do the front of the toes, since I couldn’t imagine trying to go between these gargantuan walls of flesh. I cleaned the front of Steph’s big toe and paused to look over at how my dad was doing. To my surprise, he wasn’t even trying.

“It looks like your dad doesn’t want to play this game,” Steph said down to me. “I’ll tell you what. If you clean between my toes, I won’t step on him, even though he isn’t playing.” As much as I didn’t want to go between her toes, I realized that the only way we were all going to stay alive was for me to take one for my family. So I pushed my way between Steph’s sweat-covered toes and began licking. I tried to do it as quickly as possible, but there was so much putrid “mud” between these giant toes that I could help but gag. It took me a little while to get back under control, and I finally licked my way to the farthest reeking crevice of this goddess’ toes. I periodically looked up to remind myself how beautiful this woman was. It somehow made pleasing her a little bit easier. I was thankful to finally squeeze my way back out to fresh air.

“Very good,” Steph said with a smile. “Your father will remain alive. What a good son you’ve been.” I just smiled and tried not to look as sick as I felt. I wanted to vomit up all the crap I just ate, but I also wanted both of these giantesses to know that I was a real man.

“So, since you’ve taken your father’s place, and been such a good boy,” the goddess began, “I will let you decide whether you want to squish beneath my toes or beneath my heel.” What was she saying? I did everything she asked, and she was going to step on me? That wasn’t fair! Was she serious? I saw her hand come down to pick me up, and I just froze. While I had been frightened before, I was completely paralyzed now, as her soft fingers reached around and picked me up. I figured she was going to bring me up to her ear, but to my horror, she simply moved me over her well worn, leather shoe. I screamed as she lowered me onto the soft, moist insole. I had a feeling the smell would be bad, but I wasn’t really prepared for the wave of heat and humidity that hit me.

“To decide what part of my foot you want to be crushed under,” Steph explained, “simply go to that section of my shoe. In ten seconds, I am going to put my foot into my shoe and take a step. If you position yourself correctly, it should be a quick squish. However, if you position yourself poorly, you could end up like the little man stuck in my other shoe. He’s been there for a couple of days now, living off nothing but the sweat and dirt from my toes.” I just about threw up imagining what that other man must be going through. I looked down into the toe section, then back to the heel. At least the heel part is open to more fresh air. The toe section is enclosed, and after licking this woman’s toes and being between them, I know I can’t go in there.

“8… 9… 10…” I’m suddenly brought back to reality as this giantess finishes counting. I make a run for the heel, still hoping that she is not serious about stepping on me. I see the indentation made from her heel, and dive for it as I see a shadow overhead. It is an easy slide along the moist leather (though disgusting). I roll over to see if she is serious, and see the underside of her bare foot passing overhead. It’s like watching a giant plane in slow motion. As her sole gets lower, I see her toes begin to go into the dark cave at the front of her shoe. I am actually glad about my decision to go to the heel. The light keeps getting dimmer, but I can still easily make out the soft wrinkles of her arch as she continues to put on her shoe. I can hear my dad screaming for her to stop, but I don’t think there is anything that can stop this massive sweaty foot from crushing me. The light goes out as Steph pushes her heel into the space above me.

“Hmm, it seems you have chosen a very good spot beneath my heel,” this beautiful woman compliments me. I am still feeling mixed emotions about her, since she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. However, since I am in a tomb that she is wearing on her bare foot, and waiting for her to simple apply her weight, I can’t really feel anything but anger towards her. The screams from my dad become more muffled as Steph applies a little weight. It doesn’t really hurt, but it is very suffocating. Her heel doesn’t smell as bad as her toes, but the air is still pretty raunchy. I know I am completely sealed in as I am pressed between the soft leather behind me and the warm, moist flesh above me.

“I hope you will learn your lesson not to kick people’s seats in front of you while on a long plane ride!” I hear the giantess chuckle. Is that what this is all about? I didn’t even realize I was doing that. Am I really going to be squished to death because of some childish habit? As the force above me increased, I realize that the answer to all these questions is “yes”. This giant of a woman is going to snuff out my life as easily as taking a step. I can’t believe I ate all that gross filth between her toes! And now she’s going to step on me! I feel my ribs begin to crack and cry out in pain. But everything is muffled into the moist, rubbery flesh above me and the worn, wet leather below. Tears stream down my cheeks as I realize this is the end… The pain increases sharply as my bones crackle… I vomit up blood and filth… squish.

(***** POV – Russell Smith *****)
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This young, blond woman was actually torturing my son in her shoe. The black haired girl, Heather, didn’t seem to even be taking notice of whether or not I was licking her toes, as everyone’s attention was on the giant foot of Steph. The sadistic bitch actually seemed to be getting aroused by this torture. I ran over and started yelling at her, but she didn’t even seem to notice. I couldn’t tell if my son was alive or dead, but it looked like this giantess was putting all her weight on her foot. I was completely stunned as she lifted her heel out of her ratty old shoe, revealing blood and chunks of clothing clinking to her sole.

“That felt great!” she thundered down. I was so stunned I dropped to my knees. How could she do that to him. How could my son’s last moments on earth be spent trapped in an actual woman’s shoe before she stepped on him as if he was a piece of dirt. A shadow falling across me caused me to look up as this bitch picked me up.

“I need to put you someplace safe while I clean this up,” Steph said nonchalantly. I heard her take off her other shoe and watched as she dropped me in. I now knew a little more about what my son went through. It really didn’t surprise me that it smelled as bad as it did, since she obviously wore these shoes barefoot all the time. What did surprise me was a weak voice calling from inside the toe section of this pump. This she-devil really did have a tiny man stuck in this shoe.

I walked over and held my breath as long as I could. Sure enough, there was a man stuck partially out of a hole in the insole. He was covered in filth, and his legs looked to be completely flattened, since they extended under the insole directly below the big toe indentation.

“Please help me,” the man pleaded. I couldn’t blame him, but I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do.

“What can I do?” I said back.

“Pull me out,” he said weakly, reaching for me. I walked over and was about to pull him out when the shoe tipped, and I tumbled back to the heel.

“No helping the prisoner!” Heather said with a smile as her giant face filled my entire vision. “Perhaps we should find a better place to keep you.” I was then dumped out into her open hand and transported across the room. With a chuckle, Heather began lowering me into one of the boots that she had been wearing all day. I was hoping for two things as I looked down the dark, leather shaft. Hopefully, it wouldn’t smell too bad, and hopefully, my wife was in this boot. I was disappointed on both accounts…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 6

(***** POV – Jason Blair *****)
I had heard a lot, but didn’t see anything. I had figured that Steph had crushed another person, and by the sounds of it, the poor soul was in her shoe when he died. It had also sounded like Heather had crushed a little boy earlier under her boot as well. However, I still felt a strange attraction to her that I wasn’t able to understand. But suddenly, things got brighter as Heather opened up her shirt.

“I think it’s time you guys got out of there, huh?” the beautiful goddess said down to us. In a matter of minutes, my traveling partner, Harry, and I were sitting on a table in a hotel. I was trying to rub my legs to get feeling back in them and was thankful when it came back pretty quick. Steph had released her prisoners on the other side of the table. So as soon as I could walk, I decided to go over and say hello to Josh and another fellow. If I remembered correctly, Harry told me that the other guy was named Phillip.

Phillip looked as nervous as Harry did, and I guess I really couldn’t blame them. At least Josh and I had a deal with these giantesses, Phillip and Harry are probably waiting to find out why they’re still alive (and how long it will last).

“Well, it appears we have an abundance of pets,” Steph said as she surveyed the table. “I’m only planning on bring two with me to meet this professor.” It was than that I began to understand why we had extra people. Steph wanted to have something to offer Dr. Sanders when they met to show she was serious. And to my relief, it didn’t appear that Josh and I were to be the ones sacrificed.

“Don’t forget the two I have in my boots!” Heather chimed in.

“Or the one that is trapped in my shoe!” Steph laughed. “So which ones do I take with me?” Everyone on the table was silent as we stared up to see which people were going on a trip.

“I think it would be good to have a shrunken woman,” Steph said slowly as she thought this through. “In which case, I might as well take her husband, too. That way, we won’t have to worry about the Smith family anymore.” That took care of those two people, but what about Harry and Phillip. I wondered what was the plan for them.

“I think we can decide tomorrow what to do with the two extras,” a tired Steph continued. “I’m just ready to go to sleep. Could you put these guys away?”

“Sure, Steph,” Heather said. Before coming over to pick us up, she went back to her boots and transferred Mr. Smith over to the boot his wife was in. She then walked over and picked up Harry and Phillip, who went immediately rigid as the giantess handled them. I could tell they were terrified to find out what their fates would be. After putting them into her empty boot, she walked back over to us.

“If you guys promise to be good, I’ll let you sleep with me,” Heather said with a wink to me. At least I think it was a wink to me, it was hard to tell, since Josh was standing right next to me, and we were only two inches tall.

“I’ll be back to get you after I take a quick shower,” she finished as she walked away. This gave Josh and I a chance to talk.

“Are we going to make a break for it?” Josh asked quietly.

“If everything works out tomorrow,” I explained, “we’ll be normal sized tomorrow night. If we try to run, we are going to stay small. Unless they find us, in which case we will end up as stains. I think we should stay put. Besides, Heather has really soft, warm soles that are nice to sleep on.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“You do realize she is a murderer, right?” Josh asked carefully.

“Yeah, I know, but she’s really beautiful, and she’s been very, very nice to me.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing. I, for one, will be nice until we are back to normal. Then, I’m moving to a different continent to get away from these women. I’m getting real tired of being small.”

“I know what you mean, but for now, let’s take it one day at a time. Besides, we will get to sleep on a soft ‘bed’ tonight. Wait until you see!” It was at this time that Heather had finished her shower and walked back into the room. She was wearing a robe that showed off her curves just right.

“Time for bed,” she stated with a smile. “Are you ready?” We both nodded. Heather than picked us up and brought us to her bed. Steph appeared to be asleep already in the other one. The lights were turned out, and once again, Heather rolled over and set me on her soft, bare sole. I was beginning to get used to sleeping like this. While it was tempting to explore her foot again, I decided both of us needed sleep. I once again gave a little kiss to my warm “bed”, than went to sleep. I was hoping Josh would appreciate where he was, but that would be his problem. In 24 hours, I was hoping to be normal again…

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
It was early as I got up, hoping that today I would meet a woman that could understand what it was like to control a shrunken person. Hopefully, she would also be able to recharge my pen, since it was down to only a few charges left. Heather got up soon after and got the little people I was taking with me prepared. After getting ready in my most business-like clothes, I placed the Smiths into my purse. With my heart pounding, I went out to catch a cab to the City College of New York School of Engineering.

The drive went pretty fast, and before I knew it, I was paying the cab driver and looking at the building that Josh had told me had her office. I decided that I didn’t want to bother her too early, so I went for a walk and familiarized myself with the surrounding area. I stopped at a couple of restaurants for breakfast and lunch, than decided that early afternoon would probably be the best time to stop in.

I walked into the building and looked around. Using the directions Josh gave me, it didn’t take me too long to find out where she was. And to my delight, the door to her office was open. It was now or never… I walked in.

“Excuse me, are you Dr. Sandy Marlow?” I said before I really got a good look at the woman. She peered out at me through her glasses, which made her look extremely intelligent. She was a beautiful woman, probably in her mid-thirties, with medium-length brown hair, dressed very professionally. I was definitely feeling intimidated.

“Yes,” she answered back, “may I help you?” My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I knew I just had to plow ahead. I reached my hand into my purse as I continued.

“Well, actually, perhaps we can help each other,” I stated as I placed Mr. Smith on her desk. Her eyes widened as she stared at the tiny man in front of her. Mr. Smith was obviously frightened at first, but then got his courage up. Upon seeing that it wasn’t Heather or myself in front of him, he immediately tried to get help from Dr. Sanders. To my relief, she simply ignored his squeaks.

“You definitely have my attention,” the doctor said with a smile. “Please close the door and sit down.” I did as instructed and waited as she picked Mr. Smith up and began examining him. I cleared my throat and asked my next question.

“Are you really Dr. Marlene Sanders?” I asked quietly. Her eyes never left Mr. Smith.

“You know an awful lot about me,” she said very seriously, “but I don’t think I got your name.”

“My name is Stephanie Wilson,” I blurted out, “and I have a device that can shrink people. I’m very good with computers and found out about you after I broke into a government database.” It was a lie, but I wanted to keep up my promise to Jason and Josh at this point. Besides, I could always use them as leverage if the need arose.

“I’m not sure how the shrinking device works,” I continued, “but it seems to only have a limited number of charges. I’m hoping you can help me recharge it.” I held my breath to see what her reaction would be. Finally, she looked up from examining Mr. Smith.

“I am indeed Dr. Marlene Sanders,” she said slowly, “and I think we can work together. How many people have you shrunk?”

“Probably around 20 or so,” I answered.

“And what happened to them?” she asked. It was at this point that I was going to make a big impression or become the biggest flop.

“Between myself and my friends, we stepped on most of them,” I answered hesitantly.

“Really?” Dr. Sanders replied. “Would you step on this little one?” I could see what she was doing, and it was actually going my way. I paused, and reached into my purse.

“Sure,” I said nonchalantly, “if you will step on this one.” I then placed Mrs. Smith on her desk. This was the moment of trust. We both knew if we witnessed each other snuffing out these two, a form of trust would be born. I waited to see her response…

(***** POV – Janice Smith *****)
I really couldn’t make out what was being said, but everything became clear once I got out of the confining purse. I blinked several times in the bright light, and tried to make out who was around. I saw the young woman named Steph, but to my amazement, I also saw a slightly older woman. As soon as Steph released me, I ran over to this other women. Perhaps she could help Russ and me. After running a little ways, I looked up to see the other woman staring at me.

“Please help me!” I yelled as loud as I could. A smile formed on her face, and she lowered her hand, revealing my husband. She set him down next to me, and I wondered what was going on.

“I think things could be bad,” Russell said as if reading my mind. “Wait a moment and see what the other lady decides.” I waited, never taking my eyes off the giant woman in front of me. She looked very professional and intelligent. There must be a way to reason with her. Without saying a word, she stood up and walked around her desk to sit next to Steph. Were they working together? I didn’t think so, since there was so much tension in the room. She then looked back at me and reached out to pick me up. This could be my chance to talk to her.

“You have a deal,” was all she said to Steph as I began trembling in her hand. I could just see over the top as Steph picked up Russell. We were both lowered to the ground and released. I looked around and noticed that this woman was wearing black low-heeled pumps, tan nylons, black pants, and a white blouse. Steph was wearing navy pumps, nylons, and a navy colored skirt with a suit-type coat.

I watched as Steph removed her tan nyloned foot from her pump and pushed Russell over with her toes. She then wasted no time in pinning him to the floor beneath the front pad of her foot. I quickly turned as I saw movement to my right. I was completely paralyzed as I watched this giant brunette slowly remove her tan nyloned foot from her black leather pump. I fell over as I watched the foot rise into the sky and hover over me. The sole looked very smooth as it began to lower onto me. The smell hit me before the foot ever touched me. Having worn nylons countless times myself, I knew I was going to be in for a nasty experience. The silky sole touched me lightly, but didn’t go any further. Perhaps this was only a test by this woman.

“You go first,” the woman above me said to Steph. Since she wasn’t pressing down too hard on me, I was able to see out from beneath her sole. I caught a brief glimpse of Russell and started crying. It wasn’t bad enough that Steph had tortured and stepped on one of my sons while her friend crushed another one, but now she was torturing my husband. If there is any justice in this world, I will get through this and have my revenge. I heard Russell scream as the giant bitch began pushing her sweaty, nylon-covered foot down. He disappeared as the soft sole enveloped him in a deadly embrace. With a squishy crunch I could hear all the way from my position, my husband died. Blood oozed out from beneath that giant foot. And when Steph lifted the front of her foot up, the upper part of my husband was stuck to her sole. She then lowered her foot back down and began twisting it back and forth. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I watched her reduce my husband to nothing more than a red stain on her nylons.

“Now, it’s my turn,” I hear the giant woman above me say. I suddenly realize that I probably won’t get my revenge after all. The stench from this woman’s toes is horrendous, just like I thought it would be. I hold my breath as long as possible, but she waits a little while for me to take another breath. Than the silky soft nylon covering begins to envelop me. And just like my husband, I am soon surrounded by the soft nylon-covered flesh of this nameless woman’s sweaty foot. I figured one woman wouldn’t kill another, but this one doesn’t seem to think the same way. The air is forced from my lungs as I scream in anger. But the giant sole simply muffles it away. The softness slowly disappears as my end draws near. I go to be with the rest of my family… I will be crushed beneath a woman’s foot… Just like they were… Everything flashes red… squish.

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 7

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)
It felt wonderful to finally squish a person beneath my foot again. There wasn’t a whole lot of difference between squishing a man or a woman, but overall, I think it’s a bit more fun to squish a man. Stephanie looked relieved as we cleaned up the little bit of mess and put our shoes back on.

“Well, how big is your shrinking device?” I asked her. I was surprised as she pulled a small pen-like object out of her purse.

“About this big,” she said with a smile. I was completely stunned. If I could duplicate that object, I would have the most powerful weapon of all time. Not to mention the most fun.

“Is it all right if I bring in my lab assistants?” I asked. I figured I might as well get Jessie and Rachel involved as soon as possible, since they were brilliant with electronics and quantum physics.

“Sure,” Steph said hesitantly. “Can these ‘assistants’ be trusted?” I nodded as I picked up the phone and called. I was delighted that they were still in the building and could be up in a few minutes.

“So how many do you still have shrunk,” I asked to fill in the time.

“Well, I have four men shrunk back at the hotel,” Steph said, than hesitated. “And another little man stuck in one of my shoes. He dove in there for cover, and got stuck part way under the insole. The shoes are pretty old, but it’s quite an experience having a tiny man stuck beneath your toes.” I was very interested to hear this. When I had four tiny men trying to survive in my boots, it was very exciting indeed.

“How long has he been stuck in there?” I inquired.

“A couple of days,” Steph replied. “I feel him continually licking my toes. I think he’s trying to stay alive to pull himself out, but it doesn’t feel like he’s making any progress.” This gave me an idea.

“How would you like to see what’s happening with your little friend?” I asked.

“Sure, but how?” Steph excitedly asked back. At that moment, however, Jessie and Rachel walked in, and I knew I would have to put my idea on hold for a little while.

“Steph, this is Jessie Bluebird and Rachel Stevens,” I introduced, “and this is Stephanie Wilson.” Jessie was a Native American Indian, with long, braided black hair. She was about 5’ 6” tall and always tried to wear clothes dealing with her heritage. She was wearing a stylized t-shirt and shorts, white soft-soled moccasins, and her lab coat. Rachel looked like she came off some California beach. She was tall, had short blond hair, was also wearing a t-shirt and shorts, along with thin-soled, leather sandals. I was somewhat surprised, however, when Steph’s and Rachel’s faces lit up in recognition.

“Hi, Rachel!” Steph said as she ran over and gave her a hug. “It’s been a long time!”

“Yeah!” Rachel responded. “Since 6th grade, when I moved here!” Over the next few minutes, I was able get enough information to indicate that they had been best friends growing up, but separated in the 6th grade. But enough about reunions, it was time to get a plan together. I couldn’t wait to get this show going…

(***** POV – Heather Preston *****)
It was after dinner when I heard the door open to the hotel room. I was hoping that everything had gone well with the scientist. I had just opened my mouth to ask how things had gone when I saw three people enter the hotel room. Steph led the way with two other women our age. One definitely had an Indian background, while the other was tall and blond like Steph. They were all chatting away, but Steph and the other blond looked like they were best friends, already.

“So, how did it go?” I asked. Steph looked up and started the introductions.

“Heather, this is Jessie,” she said while introducing the Native American, “and this is Rachel. They are lab assistants for Dr. Sanders and came over to see what we had.” I shook both of their hands and watched as the three of them walked over to the table with Josh, Jason, and the other two guys on it.

“Here they are,” Steph announced with a slight flair. “You each have to take one, and you can’t pick these two.” Steph indicated that Josh and Jason were not to be touched. I walked over and picked up both of them to make sure they wouldn’t be hurt. Rachel moved forward and looked closely at the tiny men. With a little hesitation, Jessie did the same.

“Hi, guys, how are you?” Rachel said down to them. She laughed as they squeaked their replies. “I’m Rachel, and this is Jessie. We are going to step on you this evening.” She said this so calmly that everyone started laughing. Everyone except the little guys on the table. They were doing a double take on what she had just said. I sat down on a chair and watched as everything unfolded…

(***** POV – Harold York *****)
I looked over at Phil to see if he had heard this giant blond correctly. He looked as scared as I felt. It looked like our time had come, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for them. I took a running start and dove off the edge of the table. Everything slowed down as I saw my life flash before my eyes. I could also see both of the giantesses’ feet as I got closer to the ground. I was heading right for Jessie’s moccasin covered foot when her dark hand suddenly came out of nowhere. I was caught in mid-air by this raven-haired beauty.

“I guess this means that you choose me to squish you, huh,” she said to me with a smile. “I’ve never done this before, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I go slow.” She began to lower me down, and I could only watched as I approached her white moccasins. She laid me down on my back, and held me there with her fingers. All I could do is look up at her giant, tan face that was framed by her black braided hair. I could also see over to where Rachel was, and it appeared that she had picked up Phil and was petting him in her hand while she casually watched what Jessie was doing.

“Ok, first thing’s first,” Jessie said as she concentrated on me. I watched her lift up her foot and move it over me. The light creases in the dirty white leather of her moccasin came into view. Easily seen was her foot print pattern made of dirt that she had ground into the soft leather. She let go of me with her fingers, but almost immediately, the colossal leather blanket that was the sole of her moccasin pinned me back to the ground.

“Are you comfy?” Jessie asked down to me. It actually wasn’t too bad yet. The leather sole was softer than I expected, and I could feel her bare foot inside it move ever so slightly. But I quickly realized that the outcome of this encounter was that I would soon become part of the dirt on this vast leather sole. I began to struggle to get out, but that just made her giggle.

“Wow, it feels like you definitely don’t want to be under my foot,” Jessie says. “Don’t worry, though, it will all be over soon. And look at the bright side, part of you will probably be ground so far into the sole of my shoe that you might exist for some time. But I think it’s time. Bye, bye, my little worm.” There was no comfort in anything she said as I knew I was soon to be crushed by the unfathomable weight of this woman. She seemed to be my age, yet there was no doubt in my mind that this college girl was going to step on me. I never thought my little vacation was going to end by me being crushed like a worm beneath the moccasin covered bare foot of an Indian girl. It just isn’t fair! The light disappears as I see the creases in the soft leather fold around me. At least there is no horrible smell, but that is not much consolation. I feel her bare foot inside the leather casing flex as more pressure is applied. The snapping of my ribs is incredibly painful… My hips go next… Shooting stars in my head… Pop.

(***** POV – Jessie Bluebird *****)
Wow, I actually could feel his tiny bones crack all the way through my moccasin. I felt a little bad at the death of this innocent little man, who looked about my age. I can’t imagine what he was thinking, being slowly squashed beneath my foot. In the end, he was nothing but a worm that deserved to be crushed. And besides, the idea that I could be part of Dr. Sanders’ group was more important than this man’s life.

I twisted my foot back and forth a few times, before lifting it up. The tiny bloodstain on the carpet wouldn’t be too tough to get out, and it was hardly noticeable. I turned my foot over and looked at the bottom of my moccasin. There was a dirty red mark where this man had once been. It would actually be exciting knowing that part of him was still with me.

“Well, Rachel, I guess it’s your turn,” I said as I looked over at her. The guy in her hand was going nuts after seeing his friend snuffed out by me. He wiggled and twitched, but Rachel just kept him pressed tightly into the palm of her hand. He must have known what was coming…

(***** POV – Phillip Tensley *****)
The giant blond had turned me over to watch poor Harry get stepped on by the giant Indian girl. Now, it sounded like it was my turn! The girl that I was with looked like a surfer girl, but it was very little consolation as I looked down at her sandaled feet. I tried to jump off her hand, but it was useless. She could keep me pinned to her soft palm without any effort at all.

“Please don’t do this!” I yelled up to her giant, smiling face. “I don’t want to die!”

“Don’t worry,” Rachel replied, “I’ll be stepping on you a little quicker than Jessie did to your friend.” I then felt her begin to lower me towards the ground. I knew this wasn’t good, since I’d seen so many people get stepped on by women over the past couple of days. I was ready to take off running as soon as I hit the ground, but I realized I wouldn’t get the chance. I was brought down level with her sandal, so that my feet just touched the ground. However, she retained a firm grip on me while I watched her monstrous heel lift off of the dirty leather of her sandal. Rachel then moved me over below her heel and laid me on my back. Her fingers continued to hold me in place while all I could do was stare at the smooth heel far above me that spelled my doom.

“Feel free to struggle, it might make you feel better before the end,” Rachel says to me. The pale wrinkles of her sole stretch up at an incline from the ball of her foot to her massive heel. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, since the fear of the inevitability of my own death makes it tough even to breathe. As the beautiful blonde’s heel begins to lower, I am suddenly aware of my surreal surroundings. Here I am, lying on the inside of a woman’s sandal, only two inches tall. Her giant heel is going to come down and crush me into oblivion in a matter of moments. And, above all, there is nothing I can do about it. Finally, the soft, moist heel touches my body, and Rachel removes her fingers. I am now in the perfect position for her to finish me with one twitch of this colossal bare foot.

“Here goes,” is all I hear as I am concentrating on the softness of her heel. I thought it would smell a lot worse being trapped in a sandal with a woman’s bare foot, but it actually isn’t too bad. But I am anticipating the pain of tons of weight crushing me flat. Then it happens… But it’s so fast… I feel the flesh of the heel mold around me for an instant… Quick pain… splat.

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
It was interesting at how fast Rachel stepped down with her heel. But to each their own. At least both of these girls were now part of Dr. Sander’s group. I grabbed some paper towel and gave it to the girls so that they could clean up. I then went over to Heather to fill her in as to how today went. She seemed relieved that everything went well, and I also told her that Dr. Sanders was writing up the documentation to get us transferred from our college to this one. Before too long, we would all be working with top-of-the-line equipment and having way too much fun.

“We’re all cleaned up over here,” Jessie said as she walked over. “It’s time I hooked up the surveillance for you’re little passenger.” I laughed as I got my old shoes out and gave them to Jessie.

“He’s in the left one,” I told her as she got some electronic equipment out of a bag. I couldn’t wait to see how the little shit was doing. I was hoping he was still alive.

Jessie handed me a tiny monitor that had an antenna and a few switches. Then she got to work with the tiny camera to observe our “subject” in his new living environment. It was all so scientific, but fun at the same time. Within an hour, everything was hooked up.

“Go ahead and see if it’s working,” Jessie said. I turned the power on, and sure enough, I could see a grimy little face in the crystal clear, color monitor. I knew that the image was also being sent to a digital recording device still in Jessie’s bag. And, to my delight, my tiny passenger was still alive, and staring directly into the camera.

“The camera is based on a flexible wire system,” Jessie instructed. “You can use the tiny joystick on the monitor to snake the camera around to different angles if you need to. Go ahead and put your foot in.” I turned the camera to face outwards to see what our subject would be seeing. Then I placed my nylon foot into my shoe. It was a truly staggering sight as I watched my silky toes coming over the edge of the pump and slide along the worn insole. The little microphone actually picked up a nervous moan from the subject, which made me simply tingle with joy. I quickly turned the camera back on him to see the look of horror on his face. Then I pushed my foot farther in, and noticed that the image automatically turned to infrared as the light disappeared. The image was priceless as he prepared for the movement of my toes. I wiggled them for his enjoyment, than stood up. He appeared to be able to move slightly, and as the flesh from my toes expanded with my weight, he began licking and gnawing at my nylons. He must have been hungry and thirsty indeed to dive into that horrible task so soon, but it brought a giggle from the other girls in the room.

“What a pathetic creature,” Rachel chuckled. “I can’t wait to see what horrible end he’s going to come to.” After a quick thought, I realized I couldn’t wait to see what happened to the little slug either…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 8

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
It had only been a couple of days, and already Dr. Sanders was impressed by me. The recordings we were getting from the little guy in my shoe were really fun to watch. I was getting a little tired of the infrared images when Jessie made a great modification to the monitor. She was able to use the color images of the guy (when my shoe was off) and map the correct colors onto the infrared image. Presto, instant color in the dark. Unfortunately, the new images were so cool that everyone was viewing the recordings more than working. Everyone except Dr. Sanders.

“I’ve thoroughly scanned the shrinking device with x-rays and sensors, and I haven’t been able to make any headway on figuring out how it works. I’m afraid I’ll have to take it apart,” she was explaining to me. “I know that is something we really didn’t want to do, but I will do my best to make sure I can put it back together.” This definitely caused me some worries. After all, if anything happened to that pen, there would never be a way to get another one. However, I knew that in order for our research to go forward, risks had to be taken.

“I understand,” I told Dr. Sanders. “Let’s just hope that you don’t have to dismantle the whole thing to figure out how it works.” She just smiled and began carefully dismantling the pen. I left to go shopping with Rachel. I knew that it would make me feel a little better…

(***** POV – Josh Templeton *****)
Well, my patience was being tested to its limit, and there was nothing I could do about it. It had been several weeks since Steph and Heather started working with Dr. Sanders, and Jason and I were still two-inches tall. And while Jason didn’t seem to mind this, I was becoming down-right pissed!

“So, Heather, when do you think we will get back to normal?” I hesitantly asked the question. It was at least nice that the “team” at the college had rigged up a microphone and speakers so we could talk to Heather and Steph.

“I’m not really sure,” came her reply from behind the magazine she was reading. “Probably as soon as Dr. Sanders figures out how to put the pen back together.” What?! This couldn’t be true. Someone actually dismantled the shrinking pen?

“What do you mean, put it back together?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level. “When was it taken apart?” Heather lowered the magazine, and I could see that she realized her mistake in telling us this.

“About a month ago,” she said. “But the good news is that we’ve also been developing a shrinking chamber which seems to be progressing pretty fast. Actually, most of the chamber had already been built before Steph and I got here, but we’ve been making loads of modifications to it everyday.” This news was not much better. If Dr. Sanders couldn’t get the shrinking pen back together in a month, there was little hope that it would be restored. And the idea of a shrinking chamber really didn’t offer me much hope as well. I looked over to Jason to see what his take on it was. He didn’t even seem to have heard as he continued to paint Heather’s toenails. I had to have a talk with him.

“Are you paying attention at all to this conversation?” I asked as I walked up. I had made sure I turned off my microphone first, since I really didn’t want Heather to hear our conversation.

“Yeah, I heard it,” was Jason’s simple reply. “But there’s really nothing we can do. Besides, this really isn’t that bad, we’re treated pretty well. After all, we could be at the lab being poked and prodded, but instead we get to live in Heather’s room. I think we actually owe her some thanks.” My jaw dropped as he said this. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his painting. His point was only partially valid. Sure it was better to stay in this apartment than be at the lab, but we shouldn’t even be here! We were kidnapped against our will, and I was beginning to get really sick of being this size! But with little choice, I decided to go back to my tiny bed and sleep. Maybe I’d feel better when I got up…

(***** POV – Jessie Bluebird *****)
It was an exciting day as we put the finishing touches on the chamber. I knew that Steph and Heather were disappointed in the fact that we were going to have a shrinking chamber rather than a shrinking pen, but it was only a matter of time before Dr. Sanders figured everything out. It was a little annoying that Steph and Heather got easy transfers from their other college to here. And with Dr. Sanders’ influence, they were getting good grades in classes they weren’t even taking.

But Steph was definitely an asset in the mathematical area, even if she was a little weak in other areas. I still don’t know what Heather’s area of expertise is, but that’s Dr. Sanders’ problem, not mine.

“Are we ready for a test?” Dr. Sanders asked.

“I think so, all we need is the subject,” I responded. Within moments, Rachel came into the room leading in a large dog. After putting it in the chamber with some food to keep it busy, she stepped out and shut the door.

“All set,” she said. This was what we had been waiting for since we started this whole project. Suddenly, the chamber activated and lightning shot through the chamber. It looked like a giant Tesla coil, simply beautiful. There was a howl from the dog, which quickly faded away. After ten seconds, the machine cycle ended and there was silence in the lab.

“Go ahead and check the subject,” Dr. Sanders instructed. I walked over and looked in. The dog (and its food) had been reduced to about one and a half inches. I opened the door and walked in. Getting down on my hands and knees, I looked to see if the dog was breathing. Sure enough, it was. I nudged it with my finger, and it suddenly woke up. Taking one look at me, it yelped away in fear and ran to the other side of the chamber.

“It looks like it’s alive and well!” I called out of the chamber. “It was reduced to approximately one and a half inches long.”

“That’s a successful test, then,” I heard a very relieved Dr. Sanders say. “Let’s try to return it to normal.” I then stepped out of the chamber and went back to my station. The chamber activated a second time, and again, the lightning danced across the chamber. This time, it had a reddish tint to it, rather than the blue. After ten seconds, it was over, and I could see from my station that the dog had been restored, along with its food.

“OK, check the subject again,” came the instruction from Dr. Sanders. I walked quickly over to the chamber and could see from the door that the dog was breathing and doing fine. I waved Rachel over, and she went in and woke the dog up. It seemed very confused, but allowed her to lead it back to the kennel.

“Looks like phase one is complete,” Dr. Sanders said as she walked over to me. “We need a volunteer to try it on a human, though. Any ideas?” Well, actually I had a couple.

“We can either look for an outside source,” I began, “or use one of us. And since Heather hasn’t really been doing too much, she might earn her keep with phase two.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Dr. Sanders smiled. “Give her a call and have her come in.” I was relieved that it wouldn’t be me in the first human experiment, but I wasn’t sure how Heather would take it…

(***** POV – Heather Preston *****)
I felt really nervous after talking to Dr. Sanders. However, she assured me that the shrinking chamber was safe. She also said that I needed to do something for the team to earn their respect, and this was the first main opportunity to come along. I knew that she was right. So, taking a deep breath, I walked into the chamber.

“Ready,” I called out from the chamber as I sat down. I saw Dr. Sanders in back at the main computer control, with Jessie at a secondary terminal. She just smiled, trying to reassure me that everything would turn out just fine. Over to my left, Steph and Rachel were talking, only stopping when Dr. Sanders began the countdown.

When she hit zero, I held my breath and closed my eyes. I could still see the flashing lights through my eyelids, and the sound of the electricity was deafening. But that was nothing compared with the pain as the energy struck my body. I remembered screaming, then darkness…

I awoke to feeling my body being pushed. I opened my eyes, and as my vision cleared, I saw Jessie looking down at me. But she was HUGE! I stood up and just about fell back over as I realized that she was on her hands and knees. And she was still towering so far above me!

“Are you OK?” Jessie asked in a concerned voice. I nodded, and watched as she stood up to her full height.

“She’s OK,” she said as she turned back to the lab, and I couldn’t help but look over at her shoes. She was wearing the same moccasins that she had been wearing the first day I met her. The day she stepped on some innocent guy. It wasn’t as amusing from this angle as it had been watching it from farther away. My vision was interrupted, however, as Steph and Rachel pushed their way in.

“So, you’re feeling fine, then?” Steph asked with a mixture of concern and joy in her voice. She crouched down to take a closer look at me, and I couldn’t help but back away a little.

“Sorry,” she said with a smile, “I guess it takes a little getting used to, huh?” I nodded, than saw Rachel’s huge form come into view.

“She’s fine,” she said with an mischievous grin, “now, let’s see how flat we can make her?” She pulled her tan bare foot out of her sandal, and lifted it over my head. The movement alone caused me to become disoriented and fall over. My body was completely paralyzed watching how fast her wrinkled sole was coming down. I knew than that this was going to be the end. Her long toes stretched over my head as the smooth front pad of her foot lined itself up with my tiny body. I closed my eyes and prepared to be squished. A resounding “boom” echoed around me, and I opened my eyes back up. Rachel’s heel had hit the floor, and the rest of her foot was angled over me.

“Just kidding,” I heard her say. Then, with a slight move of her ankle, she dropped her foot a little farther down and pressed me deep into her sweaty sole. It was a complete shock, but it lifted off as fast as it came down. I couldn’t believe that bitch would press her stinking foot down on me like that! I was definitely going to have to take a shower when I got back up to normal.

“OK, that’s enough,” I heard Dr. Sanders say as she entered the chamber. “Are you ready to get back to normal size?” I nodded vigorously as I rubbed my poor nose. Rachel’s little joke caused me to have a slight nosebleed. But I was very relieved as everyone left the chamber and the door was closed. Hopefully, all this caused me to build some respect with these women. Not that I gave a shit about what Rachel thought of me. What a bitch!

In a matter of moments, the energy impacted my body again and knocked me unconscious. But when I awoke this time, everything was the correct size. I was very relieved. Dr. Sanders, herself, came over and released me from the chamber.

“I need you to write down any side effects, if any, that you experience over the next week,” she instructed me. “But, for now, congratulations on being the first woman to have undergone shrinking and enlarging in our new chamber.” And with that, everyone on the team clapped. I couldn’t help but smile and was glad everything worked out. But I couldn’t wait to get back to my apartment. I needed a shower and a nap…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 9

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
I was truly in Hell. I’m not even sure why I am trying to stay alive, especially with all the ridicule. I can see the camera watching me, and I can hear the giant women laughing as I lick Steph’s toes. However, I have to keep going. I think I see a flaw in their plan. If they are watching me on a camera, there is a chance someone else will see, and they might try to rescue me. But it’s been a month, and I’m losing hope. My body has lost most of its muscle mass, and I think my thinner body is beginning to slip farther under the insole. I have to really strain to lick Steph’s filthy toes, but it has kept me alive so far.

“So, how’s my little worm doing?” I hear Steph’s muffled voice call down. “Are you getting enough dirt? Tell you what, if you lick my toe and smile for the camera, I’ll pull my foot out for a few minutes.” I am so pathetic. I want fresh air so bad that the decision is already made for me. I stretch my neck upwards until I feel the soft, wet flesh of her second toe against my face. Without hesitation, I lick several times, than turn in the direction of the camera and smile. The eruption of laughter outside the shoe indicates that there are several women out there watching. I flush red in anger, but Steph actually keeps her end of the bargain and removes her giant bare foot from my prison. The blast of fresh air is refreshing, but than a shadow comes over the shoe.

“It’s my turn, right?” I hear a voice that I know as Rachel. “Here I come, worm!” And sure enough, the fresh air begins to evaporate as Rachel’s bare foot begins its descent. It actually doesn’t smell that bad. She must have been wearing sandals. But the smell is not my concern. I can feel her toes brush against me, and I’m laying down.

“Boy, Steph,” I hear Rachel say, “your feet really do sweat in these things. But they’re a little small for me.” She had that right. But that doesn’t stop her, as I feel the shoe move. The warm flesh of her big and second toe are now crushing down on me. Rachel has forced her foot into Steph’s shoe, and now her toes are practically pinching my head. The buzz of the camera indicates that they are watching my new predicament.

“Whoa, Rachel!” Steph says. “You almost crushed him. I know he doesn’t have long for this world, but I don’t want him crushed, yet!” That’s hardly comforting. But a worse predicament is beginning to dawn on me. The pressure of Rachel’s toes on my head and shoulders is forcing me further beneath the insole. The glue is still moist from mixing with Steph’s foot sweat, and now it’s becoming like quicksand.

“You better pull your foot out,” Steph instructs.

“Not until the little worm licks my toes clean,” Rachel responds. “Did you hear that, worm? Start licking!” I know if I am to stay alive, I have to lick this new bitch’s toes, and I have to do it fast. If I sink below the level of the insole, I won’t be able to get any nourishment at all. So, I begin licking as best as I can. The taste is different than Steph’s, but still horrible. I have two walls of flesh to clean, and I lick and swallow as much filth as my frail body will allow. When will she be satisfied? I can barely breathe, and I can feel myself moving slowly lower into the insole. Something has to give.

“Very good, my worm!” I hear Rachel laugh. “I’ll let you continue your miserable existence now!” And with that, the giant toes release their pressure and move out of the leather pump. Light streams in, giving me a brief glimpse of the clean patch on Rachel’s toes that I created. Am I truly a worm?

Turning my head, I finally get to see how far I have sunk. It is not looking good. At least the suction of Rachel pulling her foot out lifted me a little bit out of the insole, but only my head is free. I will have to get a lot of my food from the ground in dirt on the insole itself. My life has just gotten a lot more precarious…

(***** POV – Rachel Stevens *****)
I must admit that every now and then, I get truly surprised. As I was out across town drinking at a bar by myself, I was approached by a young man. Normally, I wouldn’t have been drinking by myself, but Steph said Heather wanted to go to a movie, and Jessie was working at Dr. Sanders house trying to put the pen back together. So it was pretty cool when Nathan Cole bought me a drink. I could tell he was probably using a fake ID, since he barely looked 18, but I was flattered none the less.

We talked for a while, and he said that he liked tall girls. He even mentioned that he had giantess fantasies. Well, I figured I might be able to help him out on this. I told him that I had been working on a project that could shrink a person down. I explained to him it was top secret, but if he and some friends wanted to see what it was like to be small, I could show them. However, they were not to tell anyone about this.

He was so excited that he wanted to call his friends and set this whole thing up right away. I waited, trying to look calm, but ideas were beginning to flow. When he came back, he said everyone was meeting at his parents’ house, who were gone for the weekend. We could decide what to do from there. So, without further procrastination, we drove to his house. On the way, however, I picked up some alcohol. I had the beginnings of an incredible plan, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. Within an hour, I had several high school students anxious to hear what I had to say. I knew that a giantess fantasy was probably not going to excite many of them, so I decided to make it sound like an adventure. So looking at the group of five guys and four girls, I made my sales pitch.

“You guys look pretty tough,” I began, “so imagine the ultimate obstacle course. If you were only two inches tall, just going from one side of this room to the other would be an adventure. And trying to climb over simple, everyday objects would be that much more difficult. A pencil or pen is like a log, a milk carton is like a house, and a television set is a mountain.” I could see I had their attention, so I continued.

“Now, if you truly wanted a challenge, imagine climbing around on a person,” I paused for affect, then turned to the girls. “Either Tracy, Debbie, Jill, or Melissa here would probably be more of a challenge than any of you have ever faced. Or even myself for that matter. Just think of the possibilities. And with the top secret project I’m working on, I can make all of this happen.” I definitely had the guys attention, but the girls seemed a little unsure. This was exactly the situation I was looking for, and within moments all the guys agreed. Even some of the girls looked like they were ready for a challenge.

So Tracy and Jill, who were John and Justin’s girlfriends, decided to stay and prepare an obstacle course. Nathan, John, Burt, Justin, Wally, Debbie, and Melissa decided to come with me. Just for the record, Burt and Debbie were dating, as were Wally and Melissa. The guys were all definitely jocks, with the exception of Nathan. He was probably the “nerd” guy who was getting them through all their classes. The girls were definitely all cheerleaders. On the way over to the lab, I found out that Tracy, Debbie, and John were the youngest at 16, followed by Jill, Burt, and Justin at 17. Nathan, Wally, and Melissa were 18. I was impressed that all these different aged kids could encompass a single group, but apparently, some of them were neighbors.

I was glad when we arrived at the school, and everyone was impressed that it was the New York School of Engineering. I used my keys to get into the school, and immediately took them to the lab. It was completely empty, and all the kids could do was look around at all the neat stuff. I caught Nathan staring at me a couple of times, but I just smiled. He was kind of cute, after all.

“If you would all please step into this chamber,” I instructed, “we can get things underway.” They all looked so excited, and immediately walked into the chamber. I went to the controls and activated the startup sequence. As soon as I got the green light, I counted down from ten for them. On reaching zero, I hit the activate button and blue lightning flew across the chamber. Something occurred to me at this time, but it was too late to worry about it now. This would be the first test of multiple live subjects being shrunk at the same time. However, my brief concerns were unfounded as all of them were miniaturized. I opened up the chamber door to see the seven teenagers lying in different areas of the chamber, unconscious.

Since Nathan was the one who started this whole adventure, I nudged him with the toe of my black high-heeled pump. He opened his eyes and just about jumped out of his skin. But after a moment of adjusting, he had the biggest grin on his face. And the growing bulge in his pants indicated he was liking how this fantasy was progressing. I brought out my purse and poked the rest of the kids with my finger to wake them up. Some of them complained about the pain of the shrinking process, but I told them that there was nothing to do about that now. Besides, the pain was over, now was the time to have some fun. I told them to gather closer and crawl into my purse. They seemed to be getting acclimated to this whole idea, and quickly settled into my purse. Nathan was the last to enter, and he gave me a thumbs-up sign. How adorable.

I gently picked my purse back up and went to the biochemistry lab. For my plan to work, I needed a few special ingredients that could only be found there. After grabbing them, I quickly made my way out of the building and back into my car. I was so excited, but I didn’t want to be pulled over by a cop, so I tried to keep my speed down. But once I got back to the house, I picked up my purse and the other bag with the ingredients, and quickly ran to the front door. Tracy and Jill had been on the lookout for me, so they opened the door as soon as I approached. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they must have been warming up to the whole idea.

“Well, here are our little friends,” I said as I set my purse down on the hardwood floor. The girls had made an excellent obstacle course that almost resembled a city. They used milk cartons they had washed out, along with a pile of pencils, some Legos, and even some bowls and plates from the kitchen. As the little people walked out of my purse, their eyes opened so wide at seeing their new playground.

“Before you guys start playing around, I have to go over some rules,” I said seriously. “First of all, be careful. I can’t take you to a hospital if you get hurt. And secondly, for Tracy and Jill, stay to the outer edge of the playground, since we don’t want anyone getting stepped on.” To this last rule, everyone agreed. Though, Nathan kept looking at my foot as if he wouldn’t mind if I stepped on someone. But maybe I was just imagining things.

“Then let the fun begin!” I announced. The seven miniaturized teenagers went off to explore the setup. I took this opportunity to go into the kitchen and mix a few things together for a nice drink. The ingredients I brought from the lab formed a mild intoxicant, which would be strengthened slightly when I added alcohol. The beauty of the whole thing is that it wiped out short-term memory for about a six hour period. And as long as we wrapped everything up by 3:00 am, these girls wouldn’t even remember what happened since 9:00 pm. After making my potion, I made another drink for myself, avoiding the ingredients, of course. Then, I made my way back to the living room.

“Why don’t you two come in here for a little drink?” I asked Tracy and Jill. They looked like they were getting pretty bored, so I knew this would be the perfect time to get them involved in my plan. As we sipped our beverages in the kitchen, I explained to them how they could have more fun.

“How about we get involved in the fun out there, too,” I said rhetorically to the two girls. “What your little friends don’t know is that the shrinking machine in the lab actually maps out each quantum particle of a person and stores it in a supercomputer. It then disintegrates the subject particle by particle and stores the energy in giant capacitors so that the subject can be enlarged back to normal later on. What this means for them is that if anything does happen to them, I can completely restore them from the information and energy back at the lab.” I paused for this to sink in, and it was having the desired affect. They were completely confused.

“So, if we wanted to go in there and act like some mean giantesses,” I explained, “it would all be OK in the end. Even if all of them out there were ‘accidentally’ crushed, I could bring them all back to life at the lab.” At last it was dawning on them.

“You mean if one of them dies, you can bring them back to life?” Tracy asked, amazed.

“Yep,” I answered. “And they wouldn’t remember anything that happened after they were shrunk. Which could prove useful to us, since they couldn’t get revenge for anything we did to them.” At this, everything finally sunk in. The boredom left them completely, and they became excited about the prospects.

“Your sure about this?” Jill inquired excitedly. “You can definitely bring them back?” I nodded and smiled.

“We’ve done it numerous times before,” I lied. “It’s so simple, I can have them all back in less than an hour.” They couldn’t help but giggle at the new possibilities. It was all going to be guilt free fun. As they walked back towards the room, I made note of how these two young girls were dressed. I knew they would be an impressive sight for our victims. They must have been at a party, since Tracy was wearing a nice pink blouse, short leather skirt, black nylons, and black knee-high leather boots. Jill was dressed more casual, wearing a dressy blue t-shirt, tight black shorts, and black leather, high-heeled pumps, similar to the ones I was wearing.

Overall, I had to smile at my ingenuity. These kids had no concept of quantum physics. A mapping of a person’s quantum structure would take more computers than exist on the entire planet. And the energy to enlarge a person without them remaining in a quantum field would be impossible if it wasn’t for the discoveries Dr. Sanders made after taking apart Steph’s pen. It was going to be so much fun watching these two wipe out their friends and not remember a single thing the next morning. How perfect…
THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 10

(***** POV – Wally Raynolds *****)
Burt and I were having a huge amount of fun wrestling as Debbie and Melissa were cheering us on. This was an incredible experience, seeing everything at this amazing size. We even started a little bonfire from one of the milk-carton houses. However, all four of us jumped as a huge dark mass crushed another nearby milk-carton house. Burt and I immediately stopped and looked.

“Are you guys having fun?” Tracy called down. I looked at her gigantic leather boot and couldn’t believe how careless she had been.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled up. But it didn’t look like she could hear.

“We’re bored,” Jill said as she also walked up. “How would you like some real obstacles? You guys could wrestle, and try to push each other into my shoe.” And with that, stepped down near us and pulled her gigantic bare foot out of her black leather pump. It was actually a funny idea, and I knew Burt would be in trouble. After all, I was a better wrestler.

Without warning, Burt rushed me and pushed me towards the colossal high-heeled pump. I felt the leather toe of the shoe on my back, so using every ounce of strength, I lifted and twisted him backwards. He landed on the top of the smooth leather and backed up towards the opening. I climbed up and began to walk carefully towards him. The footing was not good on the smooth leather, and I kept slipping slightly. But the same was happening with Burt, so I waited until his foot slid, then rushed him. I caught him in the chest, and with a shove, I watched him topple into the opening of the shoe. Unfortunately, I was also sliding, but was able to stop myself as my head and shoulders went over the edge. The smell was not good, but it had to be worse for Burt. Especially since he was now sliding down the incline of the soft, wet leather insole. At least it had been a fairly soft landing, and he looked OK, just dazed.

“Looks like you lost, Burt!” I yelled down to him with a laugh. He smiled weakly, and plugged his nose.

“It stinks down here, get me out!” he yelled. At this point, all the others wanted to see him trapped in Jill’s shoe, and began climbing up to look in the opening. He looked so pathetic with his pants and part of his shirt soaked with the sweat from Jill’s foot. We were all just laughing at him when a shadow came over us.

“It’s time for a little extra penalty,” Jill said with a smile as she lifted her bare foot over our heads. We immediately jumped off her shoe as her toes came over the edge of the heel section and began sliding along the leather insole.

“This isn’t funny!” I heard Burt yell. Actually, he was right. There was a high chance that something could go wrong, and he would be injured. But maybe Jill was just screwing with him. They were in the same grade, after all, and this might have been just a little payback for something. But Jill didn’t stop, and before anyone knew it, she finished by pushing her foot all the way in her pump.

“There Burt, how’s that for a penalty!” Jill laughed. I walked back up to Jill’s shoe.

“Are you OK!” I yelled. I was happy about a muffled response.

“It’s horrible in here, get her off of me!” Burt yelled back. I looked up at Jill, and she was just smiling at the feeling of a fellow classmate stuck in her shoe.

“You know,” Tracy chimed in, “Burt shouldn’t be the only one punished. Fighting isn’t allowed in school, so I think both should be punished.” I looked over at this girl who was two years younger than me and just shook my head. She knew better than to mess with a Senior. But to my surprise, she picked me up in her soft hand and brought me to the side of her leg, just above the cuff of her boot.

“In ya go!” Tracy giggled. I couldn’t believe it as she let me go. I dropped along her silky nylons with the leather shaft of the boot at my back. When I hit the top of her foot, I felt my ankle snap, and I was pissed. I grabbed by leg and continued sliding along her silky foot. I had no idea where I was or when I would stop moving, but I didn’t want any additional damage to my ankle. There was a slight drop as I went over the edge of her instep and ended up below her arch.

“You bitch!” I yelled, but I knew there was no way for her to hear me. But just when I thought she was going to pull her foot out of her boot, Tracy began twisting her ankle. Her foot wiggled back and forth, and I actually slid under it. Here I was, sliding along the insole of her leather boot, becoming completely soaked in her foot sweat. Her nyloned foot was silky and soft, but the smell was making me gag. And why was she trying to get me further under her foot? Wasn’t just being trapped in her boot torture enough? I would definitely have to talk to John about his girlfriend. She should be showing me a little more respect than this. While she was definitely a very pretty girl, she was only a Sophomore. I never thought I would be trapped inside the boot of a girl, let alone one currently being worn by a Sophomore!

Tracy stopped wiggling her ankle as soon as I became wedged under the ball of her foot. My head was a little ways beneath her toes, and there was absolutely no fresh air in here whatsoever. I could feel the salty sweat go into my mouth as I tried to call out. I started coughing instead, and my ankle was just throbbing.

“I want to go first,” I heard Tracy’s voice filter down, slightly muffled by her colossal foot pressing against me. “Hey Wally, are you still with us? I bet you never thought you’d be stuck in my boot, huh?” She was right about that. I had always thought she had great legs, but I always thought she was a little immature. And besides, I enjoyed dating Melissa far more.

“Well, it’s time the penalty comes to an end,” Tracy continued. I was thankful for that, since the putrid stench of her nyloned foot was making me gag.

“If you have any last words, now would be the time to say them,” she said. I was very confused. I figured she was just joking.

“Are you OK in there!” I heard a voice outside the boot. It sounded like John, Tracy’s boyfriend.

“I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of this eventually!” John yelled again.

“I’m gonna make the rest of this year hell for her at school!” I yelled back out, trying to sound calm. But it wasn’t easy, especially since there was a 16 year old girl’s foot pressing me between the insole and her very soft, silky foot.

“Enough talk,” I heard Tracy say, “It’s time to pay! Lick my foot or I’ll step down.” She couldn’t be serious, and there was no way I was going to take any more humiliation by this girl. But then I felt the weight increase, and I was pressed deep into the ball of her foot.

“I’m serious, Wally,” Tracy whispered. “Do you want to become a permanent part of my boots?” There was something in her voice that made me think she was serious. So, swallowing my pride, I began licking the nylon beneath her toes. The taste was the worse thing I could imagine. There was no way I could take more than a few licks. I was hoping she was done humiliating me, since this was going way beyond a simple prank. And besides, my ankle was still busted.

“Well, Wally,” I hear Tracy say, “it looks like you get to come to my proms over the next few years. I’ll enjoy knowing that you are part of my insole. I hope you enjoy your new job absorbing the sweat from my soft, tired foot.” And now everything gets muffled as she presses slightly down and envelops me in the warm, soft, silky flesh of her nyloned sole. But the softness disappears quickly as Tracy continues to press down. I now believe she is serious, and I am stunned. She is actually going to grind me into the insole of her boot, and there is nothing I can do. I’ve already been to all the proms! I definitely don’t want to go again, knowing that she will be dancing on my body, grinding it deeper and deeper into the soft leather behind me. The idea of having the sweat from a girl’s foot being absorbed by my body is outrageous. This can’t be happening! The pressure continues to increase as I feel my ribs crack and my lungs exhale. My organs begin to burst… My legs crackle… I will become Tracy’s insole… squish.

(***** POV – Tracy Potter *****)
Wow, I can’t believe I actually did it. I could feel my foot mold around Wally, than suddenly, he just collapsed. It’s all squishy, and I can feel his fluids slowly seeping through my nylons and between my toes. But I just realized I’m not going to tell any of the others about this, yet. Let’s see if I can get someone to go into my other boot. I am so glad Wally won’t remember any of this when he’s brought back, since he would be so pissed knowing I’ll be dancing on his flattened little body inside my boot at school. But I had better try to convince the others that Wally’s still alive.

“I’m just kidding,” I say down to my boyfriend. “But who knows what Jill might do to Burt?” I have a good guess as to what she is about to do, but I just look at her and smile…

(***** POV – Jill Hendricks *****)
I could tell by the smile on Tracy’s face that she actually squished Wally inside her boot. I loved the idea of going to Prom with the bodies of my friends inside my shoes. After all, they would never know once they’re brought back. But now it was my turn to get things started. And poor Burt was probably drowning in my shoe as my feet were beginning to sweat with the excitement of actually stepping on someone I’ve known all my life.

“Hmmm,” I said as if thinking. “I think if Burt wants to stay alive like Wally over there, he had better start treating me like the Goddess I am. I don’t feel any tongue worship going on by my toes. I’d hate to have to get rid of you, Burt, just because you didn’t want to play my game.” I waited to see if he would actually start licking my toes. After all, Burt and I had been in the same grade all our lives. We probably would have dated, except we were pretty good friends. I’m sure he thought I was a little stuck up, and now he probably knows it. But, unfortunately, he isn’t licking my toes. Perhaps he needs more motivation…

(***** POV – Burt Johnson *****)
If Jill thinks I’m going to lick her toes, she has another thing coming. I’ve known her a long time, and while she is very pretty, I’m not going to give this little princess the satisfaction of having me lick her foot. I’ll be hearing about this for the rest of my life. And like she would really step down. This whole thing was just an empty threat that she would back down from soon. But I hoped she backed down sooner than later, since the heat was causing her to sweat quite a bit. I had to keep my mouth clamped shut to avoid getting any of her foot sweat in my mouth. How gross.

“Perhaps you need some motivation,” I heard Jill say. She then tilted her foot, and I slid slightly over between her big and second toes. She then transferred some of her weight to those toes, and my head was thrust in between them as they separated around me. I opened up my mouth to scream, but I immediately got a mouthful of foot sweat pouring in. I started coughing and sputtering, but there was nothing I could do.

“Are you going to start licking now?” I hear Jill say. I start squirming, and due to the amount of sweat around me, I am actually beginning to make progress. I can barely breathe, as some of the sweat goes up my nose as well. What a bitch this cheerleader truly is. I’m not going to hang out with her or Justin ever again! She tries hard to keep me pinned to the soft, wet leather of her insole, and I feel several ribs crack. I use all my strength, and I slide sideways, out from between her toes. However, I realize I am now directly beneath her giant second toe. The soft, wet pad of the toe is pressing my face hard against the leather indentation of the insole.

“You can’t get away that easy!” Jill calls down. But I can tell she is concentrating on getting me back between her toes. Unfortunately, she’s not paying enough attention to where I am as she transfers more weight to try to slide me back to where I was. Everything slows down as I realize my fatal mistake. My face is pressed between the firm leather of the insole and the soft, slimy pad of Jill’s second toe. I try to scream as I feel my skull begin to crack, but all I get is more sweat into my mouth. This can’t be happening! I’m going to die in Jill’s pump! I heard what Tracy said to Wally, and now I think I am the one who will end up going to the Prom, absorbing the sweat from a girl’s foot while she dances the night away. Another crack resounds through what remains of my skull… I see stars… My tongue snakes out and touches Jill’s giant toe… Too late… Pop.

(***** POV – Jill Hendricks *****)
Whoa, that was a surprise. I knew I was going to step on Burt, but I wanted to humiliate him first. But my feet were sweating so bad that he slipped under one of my toes, and his head just popped. I tilted my foot slightly and let him slide beneath the front of my foot. As I stepped down again, I felt the rest of his body crush flat. I definitely had to be more careful with the next one, but for now, I would play along with Tracy.

“OK, Burt, you don’t have to lick my foot, but you are going to stay in there a little longer,” I tried to sound convincing talking to a stain in my shoe. It was a rather interesting feeling as I twisted my foot slightly, mashing Burt flatter and flatter into my insole. I couldn’t tell whether my feet were sweating more, or whether his blood was moistening my toes, but the feeling was definitely exhilarating.

“Well, since Burt and Wally are not very good at their mission,” I said lightly, “how about our boyfriends show them how to treat a girl’s foot!” I looked down at cute, little Justin, and he actually looked a little frightened. He was trying to say something, but I just couldn’t hear from where he was. I glanced at Tracy’s boyfriend, John, and realized this was almost too much for teenaged boys to handle. It was probably best that they didn’t know the true fate of their friends beneath our feet. Directly below me, Debbie was trying to get a response from Burt.

“No, no, Debbie,” I said, “There is no talking to the prisoner. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” I then pushed her away using the toe of my other shoe.

“How about you girls let Nathan play the game a little bit,” I heard Rachel say from a chair at the out ring of our playground. “Let him experience a little bit of what Wally and Burt are experiencing.” I smiled as I realized her message. She wanted Nathan to know what mean giantesses could be like before our shoes were all occupied by the squashed bodies of our friends. Looking over at Tracy, I knew she understood, too. We were going to have a little non-lethal bonus fun at Nathan’s expense. This would be interesting…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 11

(***** POV – Nathan Cole *****)
Wow, I couldn’t believe I was actually going to be singled out to have some of my fantasies come true. I looked up at the giantesses that were my friends’ girlfriends. Not surprising, I thought both Jill and Tracy to be simply stunning. And they goofed around with me, but I knew they were never serious. They were simply flirting with me to see how red I would get. But in recent times, I was getting beyond the embarrassment of talking to pretty girls, and talking to Rachel had been my greatest achievement. But when dealing with Tracy and Jill, somehow I always managed to slip back into my old behaviors.

“Well, I suggest you hurry up and crawl into my shoe, bug!” I heard Jill thunder down as she pulled her bare foot from her shoe. I looked up at her smiling face and new she was enjoying playing with me. I couldn’t remember how many times I had seen her wearing these leather high-heeled shoes and wishing I was somehow inside them. I was even very envious of Burt and Wally for being stuck beneath these girls’ feet for so long. But I tried not to act too excited as I began to crawl onto the smooth leather surface of Jill’s pump. Looking over the edge, I shivered with excitement at the glistening insole. Without any more hesitation, I jump onto the soft, wet, leather insole and pretended to fall face first onto its surface. Here I was, actually inside the shoe of a gorgeous girl that was unknowingly fulfilling my fantasies. While the smell was strong, it certainly wasn’t unpleasant. And before I lifted myself up from my prone position, I gave a good lick to the insole. The salty liquid of Jill’s foot sweat went down my throat, and I could feel myself getting the biggest erection of my entire life. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

“I hope you’re ready,” Jill chuckled, “because here I come.” I quickly looked around to see where I wanted to be, and dove towards the toe of the shoe. It was so amazing to slide into the indentations made by her toes, but I also wanted to see her giant bare foot come into the shoe. So, I quickly turned around and watched as a shadow passed over the opening and Jill’s soft, glistening sole descended. Soon her toes were passing over me, and the light was blocked out. As she finished pushing her foot into the shoe, I found myself stuck tightly under her third and fourth toes. They were so soft, warm, and wet. I was completely drenched in sweat, most of it from the leather insole or the giant toes above me, but some of it was my own.

“Come on, I don’t have all night!” Jill said. “Start licking to appease this giantess!” This was almost too much as all my fantasies were being brought out of my head. I began licking the bottoms of the giant toes above me, and also maneuvered so that I could reach up between them. I knew a moment would never come like this again, and my erection was actually getting painful. I decided to get some sexual relief while doing what I had dreamed to do all my life. I kept licking, more and more feverishly as the sexual tension mounted. I finally couldn’t take it any more as I had the most powerful sexual release of my life. I was hoping Jill hadn’t felt all the rubbing I was doing with my groin against her toe. And as I screamed in ecstasy, some grime and sweat from between Jill’s toes went down my throat, but I swallowed it without hesitation. Here I was, trapped beneath a beautiful girl’s bare toes, inside her shoe. The taste, smell, and heat were so erotic, it would have been fine with me if she just crushed me here. I would have died a very happy man.

“Boy, you’re doing very well, but I think it’s time Tracy had such an energetic slave,” Jill said as she began to pull her foot out. As the light became brighter, I quickly looked down at my pants to see if there was any evidence of my sexual exploits and was relieved that there was none. I was so soaked with sweat, that there was nothing else to see. I felt the leather pump lift up, and I looked out to see Jill smiling down at me.

“Say hello to your new home,” and with that, Jill tilted her shoe to the side. I began to slide down the insole of the pump, then onto the side. I was worried at first, but realized I would be OK when I saw the opening of Tracy’s black, leather boot below me. I fell through the air briefly, before impacting the gently sloping shaft of the giant boot. I could already feel another exciting stirring in my groin as the smell of my new environment became stronger. And the fact that I would be at the mercy of a Sophomore giantess made it all the more arousing. It was much darker in this boot as I finally slid onto the insole and continued sliding towards the toe of the boot. The heat was incredibly high, along with the moisture, but I new I could get used to it as this fantasy continued.

“Here I come, and you had better be ready!” Tracy laughed. I could barely see, but I caught a glimpse of her dark nylon covered toes before the little remaining light was snuffed out. I laid down along two of the toe depressions and awaited my fate. When Tracy’s silky toes touched me, I just about had an orgasm right there. My head was directly beneath her smallest toe, and I knew she could crush it flat with the slightest twitch of a muscle. I immediately started licking the musty smelling nylon covering the giant toe above me. At the same time, I couldn’t help but begin grinding my hips against the bottom of the giant toe nearby.

“Wow, you are a very good worm,” I heard Tracy say above me. “Keep going like that and I may not squish you beneath my toes!” I knew she was kidding, but she pressed ever so slightly down with her smallest toe, and my face was smothered by its wet, silky softness. I choked a little on the salty sweat that was forced down my throat, but it only caused me to stop briefly from my duties. I only gave a few more licks before my second orgasm hit. This was the best day of my life! My body became rather tired after this, and it didn’t take long for Tracy to figure out I’d probably had enough. With a final twitch of her toe (which caused a bloody nose), the Sophomore giantess removed her colossal sweaty foot from her boot.

“Alright, it’s time for someone else to have fun!” Tracy said as the boot was turned over, and I slid down the shaft. The light was quite bright as I tumbled to the floor.

“OK, I think you girls have had your fun!” I heard John yell up. “Let Burt and Wally out!” I wasn’t sure if either Tracy or Jill heard him, but there wasn’t much reaction.

“If you’re asking for us to let out our other captives, we first need some volunteers for our other shoes,” Tracy smiled. At this, Tracy bent down, picked up Melissa, and turned to Jill.

Jill smiled as she looked down at Justin. “Well, boyfriend, let’s see how well you can pamper my foot!” she said as she removed her foot from her pump. Justin shook his head, but he didn’t look too sure of himself. To my surprise, Jill just pursed her lips and put her shoe back on. I wondered what she was planning…

(***** POV – Justin Brick *****)
I had had quite enough. And though my girlfriend was gigantic, I wasn’t going to crawl into her shoe like a bug. Admittedly, I was quite intimidated, but I knew she wasn’t going to do anything drastic. This fact was confirmed as she put her foot back into her shoe. At least she was finally getting a clue as to who was boss around here.

“Well, since you don’t want to go inside my shoe,” Jill said, “how about under it?” What was she talking about? It didn’t take me long to find out as I watched the giant, black leather pump lift off the ground and hover far over my head. Was she serious? Slowly it came down towards me, and I knew I had better just play along. So I lay down on my back and waited for the inevitable. I figured she just wanted to scare me a little, but I couldn’t help but get a little nervous as I watched the hard leather sole of her high-heeled shoe lower onto me. It was all so surreal that I couldn’t actually believe this was happening. To see my girlfriend towering above me like a building, slowly being replaced by the vision of the underside of her shoe was just mind blowing.

I was glad when the light dimmed and the sole finally made contact with me. I was getting rather tired of being this small, especially the way Jill and Tracy were acting. I figured after this, we could go back to the lab and then be brought back to normal. My only fear now was whether Jill could feel me beneath her foot and not push down any farther. I was fairly relieved when the hard leather sole stopped descending.

“I bet you think we’re just playing with you guys, don’t you?” I hear Jill say. “Would it surprise you to know that both Burt and Wally are really squished inside our shoes? How about you, Justin? Would you be surprised to hear that your girlfriend is about to step down on you and crush you into oblivion like a tiny little bug?” She chuckles, and I am wondering if she is really serious. I can feel my heart begin to beat faster as I’m trying to figure out what her true plan is. I turn my head to the side, and see that John and Debbie look just as confused as I am.

“I think it’s time for this charade to be over,” Tracy says to Jill. “Go ahead and squish him. Bye, Justin!” This is really getting my adrenaline pumping. Was it true that Burt and Wally were really crushed inside Jill’s and Tracy’s shoes? How grotesque!

“I’m getting rather tired myself,” I hear Jill yawn. “Goodnight, Justin!” It’s now that I realized that this is no joke. The hard leather sole of Jill’s pump begins to descend again. I have a few moments to pound on the dirty underside of it before my legs and hips snap like twigs. I cry out in pain, but my girlfriend doesn’t seem to care. How could a girl I love snuff out my life as easily as putting out a cigarette? How could I have misjudged her? My ribs crack… I taste blood in my mouth… I begin vomiting my organs… Don’t want to die like this… Crunch.

(***** POV – Melissa Weathers *****)
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from Tracy and Jill, but as I looked over the edge of Tracy’s hand, I could see blood oozing out from beneath Jill’s high-heeled pump. My heart dropped and tears started flowing from my eyes. Jill was actually telling the truth. Poor Wally was actually crushed to death inside the confines of Tracy’s boot. This little bitch had flattened him beneath her, and she wasn’t even showing any remorse. It was then I realized what was going to happen to me.

“Guess where you’re going?” Tracy’s giant face smiled at me. I looked down to see the dark shaft of her stinking boot coming towards me. I barely knew Tracy, since she was two years younger than me, but I never thought she would be capable of this. And I knew that it was not going to be pleasant in that tomb of leather. I could feel the heat and humidity before I was even past the cuff of the boot. As the darkness increased, the air became thicker and thicker. I was beginning to get a picture of what Wally went through. Fortunately, he didn’t know he was going to be crushed by Tracy. I did.

As soon as I touched the surface of the insole, Tracy let me go. I looked back up the dark shaft as her hand cleared the top. She just smiled down at me with the most devious grin. I felt the boot move slightly, than I watched as her black, nylon-covered toes came over the edge of the boot cuff and began lowering down towards me.

“Take a last look at the outside world!” Tracy laughed. “Along with your method of execution. But don’t worry, I’m going to crush you so flat that you will get to become part of the insole just like your boyfriend. Won’t that be nice? You’ll get to help cushion this foot like Wally will cushion my other one as I go through my remaining years at school. And I plan to wear these a lot in memory of you two!” It made my stomach churn to know that this girl was going to be walking around school with Wally and me crushed flat beneath her stinking feet. What a complete bitch!

Even though I knew it was over, I still wanted to stay alive as long as possible. So I tore my view from the dark descending sole above me and ran to the toe of the boot. I had known the smell would be worse down here, but I was also guessing where I could possibly find some protection. But the light faded completely, and I knew my time was up. I laid down just behind Tracy’s toe indentations, hoping to get under the arch of her gigantic toes. I considered myself mildly lucky as the silky, moist toes passed over me. There was a sudden increase in pressure as Tracy finished pulling the boot onto her foot. I only wished there was a way to get over the retched stench. But rather than try to get away, I decided to embrace it. As quickly as possible, I forced my hands through the mesh of her nylon and grabbed hold of her sweaty toe. It was going to be quite difficult for her to simply crush me now.

Then, suddenly, something unexpected happened. Tracy’s foot began to incline at a fairly fast rate. This was followed by a thunderous crash from the outside. It appeared that she had fallen over, and was now lying on her back, since my body was dangling at a 90 degree angle against her warm sole, and there was no movement. A second crash from outside seemed to indicate that Jill had fallen as well. I waited a second longer, than began trying to remove myself from Tracy’s nylons. Unfortunately, with the sudden change in position, my arms were wrapped up tight. I was quite happy, however, when the insole of the boot began to move away from me, and the boot was pulled completely off Tracy’s foot. There crouched Rachel, staring at me. It appeared both Tracy and Jill had completely collapsed. But it didn’t sound like they were dead, only that they were in a deep sleep.

“Boy, that affect didn’t take as long as I thought it would,” Rachel said with a smile. “I thought they would have had more time to finish up. But it looks like you got a little lucky this time.” At this, she reached over and gently lifted me up and untangled me from Tracy’s nylon covered sole. I was pleased to be set back down next to Debbie, John, and Nathan. We then watched as Rachel removed the other boot from Tracy’s foot, confirming the death of my poor Wally. All it looked like was a wet stain, which Rachel wiped off with a cloth. She then moved Tracy onto the couch and walked over to Jill. We could still see Justin’s crushed body on the sole of her shoe, and when Rachel removed Jill’s other shoe, there was blood all over her giant bare toes. Burt must have died horribly. How could a girl do that to someone they considered a friend. I knew I couldn’t.

“Don’t judge them too harshly,” Rachel said as she cleaned Jill’s foot. “I had them thinking that I could bring all of you back to life. They were just having fun, believing that you would all be back to normal tomorrow. Of course, that isn’t the case, and two of your friends have been crushed into the insoles of these girls’ favorite shoes. By morning they will be more or less part of the insoles forever.” The thought that Wally would be in Tracy’s boot forever brought tears to my eyes.

“The neat thing is that neither one will remember doing all this,” Rachel continued. “I gave them a drug which will make them forget this whole night. They will be stepping on those two guys over and over, never realizing that it’s two of their missing friends.” She had now moved Jill into a reclining chair with her shoes right next to it. I was beginning to get a little apprehensive about what was going to happen to us. As Rachel turned around, I realized that this night was far from over…

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 12

(***** POV – Jessie Bluebird *****)
Well, it was getting late, and Dr. Sanders and I had spent quite a long time trying to duplicate the pen-sized shrinking device. At last it had come together, and we were ready to test it. We were both unsure as to how well it was going to work, since we had instituted some changes in the design. We didn’t want it to only recharge once per year, but rather whenever we wanted. So with a few modifications, we thought we had what we were looking for.

“So, who do we get to test this on?” I asked. It was 2:30 in the morning, and I was too excited to sleep until we knew if this thing would work.

“The subway isn’t far from here,” Dr. Sanders replied. “I bet we could find a train car with very few people on board.” And with that, I picked up my purse and headed out the door. I was keeping my fingers crossed that we would be able to find someone on the subway, since waiting until morning was something I didn’t want to do. After a short walk, we were at the station and waiting for the next train. It really didn’t matter where it was going, since we planned on coming back immediately, anyway.

Within a few minutes, a train pulled in, and we both looked through the windows of the cars to see which ones didn’t have many people. There were actually quite a few on this end of the subway line that were empty (or close to it), so we quickly moved to one of these and walked on. There were two guys sitting there, one appeared to be a musician, and the other an older businessman. As soon as the train began moving, Dr. Sanders fired a shot at the musician. Without waiting for the result, she fired another bolt immediately at the businessman.

The noise was horrendous as both of them screamed as if they were burning in a fire. The experiments in the chamber were never like this. Unfortunately, the effects of this new pen were shaping up to be quite different than the chamber. The screams began quieting down as both men began to shrink. But before they were even down to three feet tall, I could see that their bodies were mutating. It almost looked as if their bones were melting. The arms and legs began to withdraw inside the body, and everything was distorting. The clothes that they had worn seemed to rip apart and disintegrate. When they were down to a foot in height, both had taken on the appearance of large spheres, almost like fleshy bowling balls. One part of the surface still appeared to have their faces, but they were still contorted in images of extreme pain. At least the screaming had stopped. I was relieved when they had stopped shrinking, and everything was quiet.

“Boy, it’s a shame they had to die like that,” I whispered. Dr. Sanders quickly bent over to pick up the remains of their marble-like bodies, probably to help determine what went wrong with the pen. I was surprised to see a smile cross her face.

“I don’t think they’re dead,” she said to me. I walked over and looked at the two marbles in her hand that were only a half inch in diameter. On the “face” surface, the tiny mouths were open, gasping for breath. Even the little eyes were blinking in horror. The noses had become nothing but two slits when the cartilage melted into the rest of the sphere.

“And they feel kind of weird,” Dr. Sanders added. I held out my hand as she dropped the businessman onto it. It was very light, and as I curled my fingers around it, I was surprised that it had resistance. I was guessing that beneath the skin, the bones had melted and fused into a protective shell. It actually felt like I was holding a very firm grape. As my curiosity increased, I turned the ball over and around, to see if there was a “back end” to my little marble here. There didn’t seem to be any. This tiny creature would eventually die without a fully functional digestive system.

“Let’s head back to your place to have some fun,” I said with a smile. Dr. Sanders was smiling as well at the former musician rolling around in her hand. There were quite a few thoughts going around in my head at what the night would hold…

(***** POV – Peter Hedgeworth *****)
What had happened? I had seen a bright light, then felt the worst pain of my entire life. When I could finally open my tear-filled eyes, everything was huge, and I felt as if my body was completely paralyzed. I was staring up at two unspeakably large women, and just wanted to ask them for help. But it appeared I didn’t need to ask at all, as the beautiful older one reached down and picked me up in her soft hand. For some reason, my body felt bloated and seemed to want to roll around. Soon, there was something next to me in the hand that I was bumping up against, but I couldn’t see what it was. The dark-haired beauty said to the younger Indian woman that I wasn’t dead. Well, that was a relief, since I didn’t feel bad enough to be on the verge of dying.

I saw the Indian girl’s pretty face come into view, than I started tumbling. I was relieved when I landed on a large soft surface that I was guessing was the young woman’s palm. She began manipulating me with her fingers, looking into my face, than looking behind me. I was pretty sure these women were in the medical field and were going to help me out. Though, during one of the turns, my heart sank completely. I was able to look back over to the older woman’s hand and see a small pink sphere. I swore that there was a face on one part of the surface, and the eyes were blinking. I bet it was that musician sitting across from me. How did we get reduced to being marbles? My question was put off as the soft, warm fingers of the Indian closed around me. She had said something about going to another place, and I was thankful for that. I didn’t want to be left alone like this on a subway.

It had grown quite hot and humid in this girl’s hand, and after about 10 minutes, it opened back up. The cool air was welcoming, and I looked around at my new surroundings. It appeared I was laying on a kitchen floor, staring up at the young woman who had carried me here. I could see in the distance that the other woman had sat down on a chair farther away. She looked to be in her late thirties, and was incredibly beautiful with her dark hair and glasses. Definitely had to be a doctor. The young woman who was standing over me, looking down, looked to be early twenties, and had to have some American Indian blood in her. Her dark, braided hair framed her face perfectly.

“Hey, Dr. Sanders, head’s up!” I heard the young Indian say. I then saw her lift a moccasin covered foot and lower it down onto me. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even move to roll out of the way. The soft, dirty leather pressed down lightly on me, and with a flick of her giant foot, I was rolling across the floor. Occasionally, I could catch a glimpse of this Dr. Sanders getting closer. Her tennis shoes were getting larger and larger until I hit the side. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me.

“Was that fun?” the doctor said to me. I couldn’t nod or move my head at all, but I seemed to be able to whimper a little. I then watched her reach down and untie the sports shoe she was wearing.

“I don’t want to crush you by accident. I can’t feel you at all with these things on,” she continued. I than watched her removed her colossal bare foot from the confines of the shoe. I was hoping she would realize that it probably smelled pretty sweaty and that it wouldn’t be proper for a doctor to place a bare foot on a patient. But my fears were realized as the soft, sweaty sole of this woman settled gently onto me. I was hoping to be rolled back to the Indian girl, but instead she just rolled me around beneath her soft, moist sole.

“Oh, that feels good,” the giant woman moaned. “You have got to try this, Jessie.” I was now covered in the sweat from this woman’s foot, when I was once again thrust across the kitchen floor. I could see Jessie’s dirty white moccasin getting nearer, and was relieved to finally come to a stop. Looking around, it appeared that she had lifted her moccasin up a little, and I was beneath it once again. At least it didn’t stink. But perhaps I spoke too soon.

“That did look relaxing,” Jessie said as the moccasin was lifted off of me. And sure enough, she peeled it off her bare foot, and set it down on the floor nearby. I then looked up at this girl’s wrinkled sole as it came down and made contact with me. The smell was worse the Dr. Sanders, and the sweat was a little more sticky. But once again, I began being rolled around along the sole of a woman’s bare foot. Jessie, however, seemed to favor playing with me with her toes. And they were the sweatiest part of her soft foot.

“Do we need to keep two of these guys?” I heard her ask the Doctor. Perhaps this was going to be my time to be released.

“No, but crush him gently, since I want to see how the insides look,” was the devastating response. Was that woman serious? Suddenly, the soft, stinking toes of the Indian lifted off of me. I was briefly manipulated so that I was looking up into the gigantic face of this young woman, half my age.

“I’m going to step on you now,” she says in a calm voice. “I’m sure it’s going to hurt, but you didn’t want to remain a marble all your life, did you?” But someone could help change me back, couldn’t they? This can’t be happening. I can only watch as she moves her foot back near me, and lifts her big toe off the floor. I can see the dirt particles cling to its sweaty surface as she places the soft flesh over my face. It is only lightly touching me now, and I am forced to breathe in its reeking fragrance.

“Here comes my big toe,” Jessie says teasingly to me. That same toe that probably spent the entire day encased in the leather confines of a well worn moccasin. But the soft flesh of the toe spreads slightly as the Indian decides to snuff out my life. I can feel my entire body crack as the weight increases. I try to scream, but it is completely muffled by the moist, dirty toe covering my face. I see stars… Pain all over… Cracking… Crunch.

(***** POV – Jessie Bluebird *****)
I continued to press down slowly with my big toe after the body collapsed. It was like stepping on a piece of cereal. I knew after I saw blood leaking out, I should probably stop. Besides, my toe was almost in contact with the floor. I lifted it off and wiped the blood away. Then, I looked at the small red circle on the floor. I picked it up with my fingernail and dropped it on a paper plate.

“That was a lot of fun,” I said as I handed the plate to Dr. Sanders. She looked up from examining the musician and smiled.

“We may have to keep this pen working just the way it is,” she responded. “It is so relaxing getting a foot massage by rolling one of these under your sole. And I think I have an idea for having some enjoyment while at work. I think this is the beginning of a whole knew type of fun.” We both laughed, but it was getting pretty late. I put my shoe back on and picked up my purse.

“I’ll see you Monday,” I said to Dr. Sanders. She just smiled and waved. I was hoping to be able to try this again in the next week or so. Crushing the old guy beneath my toe was way too empowering. I just had to do this again real soon…
 

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 13

(***** POV – John Ashton *****)
I knew we were probably all in deep trouble as I watched the giantess Rachel approach. I couldn’t help but shake in fear, but it could have been the floor moving beneath her powerful footsteps. Either way, I wasn’t sure if I could move.

“We are going to start a new game,” Rachel explained. “I am going to close my eyes and count to 50. You guys are going to run and hide in this miniature city. I will then try to find you. If you can avoid me for a half hour, I’ll change you back to full size. However, if I find you in the half hour, I’m going to step on you.” I looked down at her giant black high-heeled pumps, and wondered briefly what it would be like to be crushed beneath them. It wasn’t a good feeling. But before I could ponder what Rachel’s weight would feel like at my size, she put her hands over her eyes and started counting.

“We have to split up,” I quickly said to the others. “I think she will stay within this ‘city’, so you girls try to make it over to Jill or Tracy. Nathan and I will try to give her some distractions to keep her attention over here. Now move!” Nathan and I immediately started moving to the left of the giantess before splitting up. I could only hope the girls would make it to freedom before the giantess found them.

“3…2…1…Zero!” Rachel finished counting. I was hiding under a paper plate set up like a tent. I was watching this beautiful, colossal blond woman begin to search for us and was just in awe of the way she moved. I definitely didn’t want her to find me, but there was part of me that was completely captivated by her. As she started walking, I knew that there would be no really safe place around here. I shuttered as she lifted her foot off the floor and brought it down on a milk carton, crushing it completely flat.

“I hope there wasn’t anyone in there,” she said with a chuckle. I was relieved that she was walking in a direction that no one had taken, so we would hopefully have a chance at staying alive. I moved to a more open area to see if I could see how Melissa and Debbie were doing. It looked like Melissa was almost to Tracy, and I understood her plan. There was no way Rachel would guess that Melissa would go back into Tracy’s boot, after barely surviving the last ordeal. Debbie wasn’t doing as well in getting to Jill. She was definitely a bit slower.

“Hmmm, you guys are pretty good at hiding,” Rachel mumbled to herself. It was than I noticed that she was turning towards where the girls were moving. I knew I had to do something fast, so I ran as hard as I could into a propped up pencil. It began rolling off the cup it was sitting on, and I dove for cover as it clattered to the floor.

“Looks like someone made a mistake,” Rachel said as I felt the ground begin to shake harder. I had definitely got her attention as she began to come this way. I crawled beneath my paper “tent,” hoping she would investigate, but then go somewhere else. Looking out of my hiding spot, I watched as the giant leather pump came crashing down on the cup by the pencil. It was completely flattened. I just stared at the leather walls of that shoe while it moved ever so slightly as Rachel shifted her weight. It was then that the paper tent behind me collapsed as her other foot was brought down. By reflex, I dove out before it collapsed completely. Unfortunately, this put me right out in the open in front of this beautiful woman.

“Well, it looks like I caught my first bug!” she said with excitement. “But let’s not move too fast on this. I want to play a little!” And as she finished saying this, I saw a leather wall come at me with great speed as she kicked me across the floor. I felt bones crack in my shoulder as I flew through the air and landed with another snap. My left ankle had given way. I looked up the see the blond take two steps and end up right by me.

“Why don’t you run?” she asked, though it really wasn’t a question. I began hobbling away from her, but I didn’t make it far before the toe of her shoe shoved me from behind. I landed hard on my shoulder, causing me to wince in pain. I then felt a weight on my legs, and I turned slightly to see the black, leather toe of her shoe resting on my legs.

“It looks like you won’t be running anymore,” Rachel said with a sadistic smile on her soft lips. Then she stepped down and twisted. I cried out in pain as my legs were crushed into powder. She was right, I would never walk again.

“You know I can cause even more pain,” I heard the giantess say from above. “But if you do what I say, I’ll make this go a little faster. I want you to crawl into my shoe.” It was a simple statement, and one I didn’t want to follow. But I didn’t want to feel any more pain either. Without my legs, I really didn’t want to live anyway. But this was a huge decision for a sixteen year old to make. I could only imagine what it was like inside that black pump. And did I really want to be crushed beneath this woman’s bare foot, inside that shoe?

“Hurry up, or I may have to remove your arms,” Rachel said in an encouraging voice. I began to turn and crawl towards the giant shoe, but couldn’t make it very far. I was bleeding pretty bad from my legs, and I really only had one arm to work with. But Rachel seemed to be in a helping mood as she moved her foot right in front of me. I looked up to see her pop her giant bare heel out of the pump and lift her bare foot out.

“Keep going,” she said again. But there was no way I could lift my body up onto the surface of her shoe. It was then that she moved the shoe away and replaced it with her bare foot. I could see two gigantic toes in front of me and feel the heat radiating off of them.

“Tell you what, if you crawl in between my toes, they will help you into my shoe,” Rachel offered. Gee, how nice. But in order to please this giantess, and use up as much time as possible, I slowly crawled between her big and second toes. I knew the smell would be bad, but it was something I didn’t think I could get used to. Without warning, the soft wet walls closed around me, and I was lifted into the air. I couldn’t believe I was actually between the toes of a college-aged woman. But her toes suddenly released me, and I fell. I saw the leather insole of the high-heeled shoe come up quickly. I landed on the soft surface and slid down towards the toe section. I knew my time would end soon as I stopped on the hardened depression made by the ball of her foot.

“There you go, now just lay there for a second,” she instructed. Like I had a choice. I certainly didn’t want to go farther into the toe area of this giant pump. I simply watched as she lifted her bare foot and began placing it back into her shoe. Her long toes passed over me, and darkness filled my surroundings. Within moments, I felt the soft blanket of flesh settle on top of me. Here I was, inside a woman’s shoe, and in a moment, I would be completely flattened.

“I kind of liked the idea of a little man as my insole, so I appreciate you volunteering for this,” Rachel says. “I know you’re only about sixteen, but I still go out and party now and then, and I will enjoy feeling you comfort my foot. Now prepare to become a new addition to my shoe.” That is the last thing this giant woman says to me. It is an odd feeling knowing that my body will be crushed hundreds of times by this foot. And not to mention all the sweat and dirt she will pound into me by her sweating bare foot. But it is over for me. I will not make it past sixteen years old. This beautiful blond’s soft sole is the last experience for me. I feel the softness envelop me, and the air becomes so stuffy. Then her weight shifts, and the wet, rubbery surface begins to crush what’s left of my body. My hips and chest compress, and I feel my organs rupture. I am nothing… Just a stain… Squish.

(***** POV – Rachel Stevens *****)
That was awesome. To feel a tiny guy collapse beneath my bare foot was simply orgasmic. He was just a boy, and my sweating foot was his last experience. The thought that I had taken his life with a simple shifting of my weight was almost too much. But I still had others to look for, and I wanted to have this fun again. I was lucky that out of the corner of my eye, I spotted movement by one of the unconscious girls. Sure enough, a tiny person had just crawled into one of her shoes. I would definitely have to remember that after I found the remaining ones. But on with my search.

I continued looking around, occasionally stomping on a cup or plate that was part of the city. I really got a feeling for what fun Godzilla must have had destroying Tokyo. But the half hour was almost up, when suddenly I heard a peep by my left foot. I had almost crushed one of the little people. I bent down to see who it was and realized it was Nathan. He looked so frightened down there, but I could tell that he was also enjoying it.

“Well, it looks like this is the end,” I smiled down to him. He fell over and just waited for the inevitable. Without further conversation, I lifted my pump high in the air and paused for a moment for full effect. Then, I slowly lowered it down. I’ll admit that I was a little surprised when I realized he hadn’t moved. Perhaps he wanted this. But no one was getting away that easy, especially my new little pet. I shifted my foot from over the top of him and looked down again. There he was, with a huge smile on his face. How adorable was that.

“Very well, you can stay alive for now,” I said to him. I then wiggled my bare foot out of my shoe (the one without my new insole), and simply pointed. Nathan didn’t hesitate a second as he jumped up onto the toe of my shoe and dove onto the wet leather inside. I gave him a second to run to the toe section before I put my foot back in. I carefully manipulated him so that he was under the arch of my toes. For some reason, I wanted him to stay around a little while. Besides, the feeling of his little tongue on my toes was kind of erotic. But the half hour was up, and I knew I had to at least take care of one little person that I knew of. So I went over to Jill’s shoe and looked in. Then a clever idea came to me out of the blue…

(***** POV – Debbie Lawrence *****)
I had waited for almost 10 minutes in the smelly confines of Jill’s shoe crying over the fate of us all. It was hard to believe that in Jill’s other shoe lay the flattened body of my boyfriend, Burt. Looking around at the dark toe prints, I tried to imagine what the last moments of his life were like. But it was too sad to think about. Then suddenly the giant shoe moved. I moved slightly to see out of the opening, and there was Rachel looking in. But she was just smiling as she went over to Jill and grabbed her ankle.

“It looks like you chose a poor hiding place,” Rachel said. She then moved the shoe beneath Jill’s limp foot. I looked up at my friend’s sole and realized that this might have been a bad place to hide indeed. I turned to crawl back into the toe section, but Rachel tilted the shoe and I slid to the arch. I watched as she positioned Jill’s bare foot over the opening, than began pushing it in. There was no place for me to go as I watched the giant toes move into the end of the pump. I rolled over so that I would be directly beneath Jill’s arch, hopefully sparing me from becoming flattened into the insole.

Finally, I heard Jill’s heel being pushed into the shoe, and I gave a minor sigh of relief. There was plenty of room below Jill’s arch. But then a giant finger pushed its way into Jill’s shoe and began sliding me down towards the toes. It happened so fast that my arms were completely pinned to my sides as I was completely enveloped by the soft front pad of Jill’s foot. It didn’t smell as horrible as I thought it would, but her feet had aired out a little by now. However, there was very little air, and I was slowly suffocating beneath this heavy blanket of flesh.

“Won’t it be nice to be part of Jill’s insole like your boyfriend?” Rachel said. “I’m sure you will take some comfort that you still get to go to school and parties. Unfortunately, you will become completely saturated by her foot sweat and grime as she relentlessly crushes you into oblivion. I only wish she could have done this herself, but it looks like she’s a little tired. I’ll help her in a little bit.” I started to cry at all this. Here I was, stuck in my friend’s shoe, beneath her humungous bare foot, and there was nothing I could do. If she didn’t wake up soon, I would either suffocate or be crushed whenever Rachel decided.

It is getting hotter and hotter in here, and Jill’s foot is beginning to sweat more. The air is having more trouble getting beneath Jill’s sole as the sweat begins to create a seal. I hear Rachel cleaning up outside, and I almost wish she would just push Jill’s foot down on top of me to end it. At least Jill will not have intentionally killed me, like she did to Burt. But that is little comfort as I will end up being crushed continually beneath this giant reeking foot.

“Well, I think it’s time,” I hear Rachel again. “Time to become your friend’s new insole. Try to go as flat as possible, I’m sure she would appreciate it more!” There is a chuckle as I feel the giant blanket of flesh move slightly. Then the pressure really builds up. I can’t breathe… I don’t want to be squished… Please, someone, help me… squish.

(***** POV – Rachel Stevens *****)
I continued to push Jill’s bare foot into her shoe until I was pretty sure the little girl was flattened. Part of me wondered briefly what it was like to be crushed inside of someone’s shoe, beneath their bare foot. But I didn’t spend too much time, since I still had to find the last little girl. But I had completely cleaned up the place, and she was nowhere to be found. Perhaps I had stepped on her in one of the paper houses. Time was running out, so I would have to assume that is what happened and leave it at that.

I removed Jill’s foot from her high-heeled pump and saw that Debbie had indeed been flattened pretty well. Once she dried out, Jill would never know she was trampling on one of her friends. I quickly wiped the blood from her sole and threw the paper towel into the trash bag with the rest of the stuff I cleaned up. All-in-all it was a perfect evening. Jill and Tracy would never know that they had some of their friends forever inside their shoes. And the best part was that they helped. Picking up the trash bag, I left the house without anyone knowing what had happened this night…

(***** POV – Melissa Weathers *****)
I couldn’t believe my luck. At first I was horrified that Rachel had picked up the boot I was in while she was straightening up the area. I knew I was now trapped within this rather odor-filled boot. However, she had failed to check inside, and now she had just left. All I had to do was get Tracy’s attention when she woke up, and we could go to the proper authorities. I had no idea how long that would be though…

“Oh my god! I’m late for work!” I heard Tracy’s voice come down to me. I had fallen asleep, and a quick check of my watch showed that it was a little past noon.

“Oh, man, I should be getting home, too,” Jill mumbled sleepily. “I can’t believe the others left without waking us up! I’m not even sure what we are doing here.” I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t remember anything about the night before. I didn’t think much more on this as my boot was bumped, and I ran to the heel.

I looked out the shaft and saw Tracy’s face far above. She was concentrating on something nearby, and I knew she was putting on her first boot. The timing would need to be perfect on this. I started waving my hands as Tracy looked down at me from outside this giant leather boot. However, she never focused on me, and I saw her fingers wrap around the cuff of the boot and move it. The sudden movement caused me to lose my footing and fall over.

“I’m going to have to go to work dressed like this,” I heard her say. “I am so screwed!” The light filtering in from the boot shaft began to darken, and I knew that she was putting in her nylon-covered foot. But she had lifted the boot off the floor, and now there was an incline going towards the toe. I couldn’t stop myself as I slid down the leather insole to the toe of Tracy’s boot. Looking back up the incline, I saw her dark, giant, silky toes moving forwards before all light was lost. I was hoping I could fit into the tiny area beyond her toes, but then my luck began to run out.

“Let’s get going!” I hear Jill say to Tracy. To expedite getting her boot on the rest of the way, she decides to stamp her heel on the ground. The incline of the boot has now changed, and I am tumbling back towards her foot. I have no idea where I am when I stop, but the bumps by my back seem to indicate that I am probably in her toe depressions. This is confirmed as I feel two of her gigantic toes lightly settle on me. The smell of stale sweat assails my nostrils, and I try to squirm free. However, Tracy seems to be in too much of a hurry to notice. I feel her stand up and begin to take a step. As her foot lifts up, I slide further beneath her toes, until I feel her weight begin to settle back on me. One of her toes touch my foot, but it is then that I realize my time is up. My head and torso have slid under the ball of this Sophomore’s soft foot. I am doomed, just like poor Wally. But there is no time to grieve for either of us as I am completely surrounded by the nylon restrained flesh above me and the soft leather insole at my back. I briefly have a vision of Tracy dancing at one of her proms, completely unaware that she is crushing Wally and me under her feet. Continually forcing the sweat and grime from her feet into the tiny corpses that she personally made into the insoles of her pretty, black, leather boots. Pain shoots through my head… I can’t believe this is happening… pop.
 

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 14

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
I really needed this night to just see a movie and relax. Heather and I had decided that schoolwork and labwork could wait for a night. After all, everything would be there the next day. So we just sat back and drifted off into another world. When the movie was finished, we decided to go for a walk. It was then I realized something strange. The little guy in my shoe hadn’t been moving for quite some time. I actually couldn’t remember him moving throughout the entire movie.

“Hang on a sec, Heather,” I said. “I need to check on my passenger.” So we went into a bar and sat in a corner booth. I pulled out the viewer and looked at the tiny little worm in my shoe. Both of us started to chuckle at his new predicament. It appeared that he had now slid so far under the insole that only his face was visible. It almost looked like he was now part of the insole itself. Unfortunately, he didn’t look like he would last much longer.

“I have an idea,” Heather whispered to me. “Let’s go back to the lab and give this guy one last hurrah.” She continued whispering her plan to me, and I definitely loved her ideas. Talk about kicking somebody when they’re down. So we left the bar and went to the lab. We began to bring up the power levels on the chamber so that we could have some fun. Once everything was ready, I gave the appropriate speech.

“Gosh, Heather, I’m pretty burnt out,” the yawn that came next sounded pretty natural. “I think I’m going to catch a nap in the lounge. Wake me up in an hour.” I then pulled my feet from my shoes and walked towards the door. After opening and shutting it, I walked quietly back to the chamber controls. I watched as Heather picked up the shoes and set them just outside the chamber. Then, with a wave to me, she walked into the chamber and closed the door. After hitting the controls and watching Heather disappear, I popped the door to the chamber and sat back to watch what happened.

It was a little while before Heather actually woke up. Then she had a small trek across the floor to get to my shoes. I was surprised she had as much energy as she did, since it was getting pretty late. She then climbed up onto my old, black leather pump and jumped in. It was then I turned on the viewer and began watching the story unfold…

(***** POV – Jim Walters *****)
I was quite wide awake when Steph took off her shoe, but I was surprised by what was happening outside. It looked like an electrical storm, and I was trying to figure out what strange turn of events was taking place. My surprise was complete when I actually saw someone jump down onto the grime covered insole of this hell-hole I called home. As the person walked closer, I could finally make out that it was a woman. Then I realized it was Heather, and I didn’t know what to say.

“How are you doing?” she asked me. I was hesitant, but she was really my only hope. I could no longer move anything. I could speak and blink my eyes, but that was about it. I could occasionally drink a drop of sweat, if it landed on my face, but there was nothing to eat and I knew I didn’t have long if something didn’t happen soon.

“Please help me,” I said to Heather. “I’ll pay you any amount of money.” However, being only a college student, there was really not a whole lot I could pay. But I would raise the money any way necessary if this woman would help me.

“I don’t really want money,” Heather said slowly. “I just want to help you out of your predicament. I think Steph has gone way too far in this, and I want to get you out of here. I even have the chamber ready to enlarge us. I can then get you cleaned up and taken to a hospital.” I couldn’t believe my luck. I actually started crying with joy at these words. I would be free. I knew I wouldn’t walk again, but who knows what kind of life I could lead. The thought of eating a hamburger and drinking a beer just made me break down completely. It was some time before I could gain my composure back, but Heather just walked up close and began evaluating my situation.

“Before I begin extricating you from the insole, I guess there is one thing I would really appreciate you doing for me,” she said. “I know this sounds silly, but I was wondering if you could worship my feet a little. I mean you’ve been licking Steph’s foot for so long, and you are in the perfect position after all.” For Heather’s help, I would do anything, but I was really hoping my foot licking days were over. But at least her feet wouldn’t be giant size. I only wish she would have asked for something else.

“Anything you want,” I responded. “Let’s just do this and get out of here before Steph comes back.” Heather’s pretty face lit up as she bent down and pulled off her right boot. I couldn’t remember which of her feet stepped on my friend Roger, but right now I was willing to do anything to get out of here.

“Here’s the first one,” she said with a smile. Then I watched as she lifted her bare foot off the leather floor and set it down on my face. I was actually taken a little off guard by the smell. It was very strong and had both her smell and Steph’s combined. I was surprised as my mouth locked up completely. With the strong smell of her foot being so bad, I didn’t want to imagine what the taste would be like.

“Come on, now, it’s not that bad,” Heather chuckled. “After all, we do have a deal.” She was right, of course. Besides, she was beginning to play with my face by wiping the sweat and dirt all over it. She even stuck her toes up my nose a little, and I couldn’t help but gag. I didn’t know how I was going to get rid of this smell assailing my nose. But without waiting any further, I opened my mouth and began licking. The salty, acrid taste was worse than anything I had tasted during these past weeks. It was probably the combination of both girls’ sweat, but I felt my throat constricting. I didn’t want to swallow. But having little choice, I thought of the beer I could have that would wash all this away. I swallowed the sweat, than continued to lick a few more times.

“You have to do the whole thing, you know,” Heather said sternly. “Get in between the toes as well.” I only paused a little bit before continuing with one of the most sickening tasks I had yet done. It was different when the girl could look directly down at you and insist that you lick her reeking foot. At least with Steph, I never had to see her watching me go about my task of licking her foot or eating the filth that I found. But Heather just kept staring at me, with a look of contempt continuing to grow. I was very relieved when I had licked every inch of her sole and toes.

“Pretty good,” she said. “Only one more to go.” My heart sank as she pulled off her other boot and slapped her wet foot against my face. She even pushed down a little, causing my head to sink even a tiny bit further beneath the insole.

“Be careful,” I said. “You’re going to have a tough enough time getting me out as it is.” But as I was talking, she began wiping her foot sweat all over my face again. She pinched my nose between her toes, and finally paused it on my forehead.

“You’re right,” Heather said with a rather evil looking smile forming on her lips. “I think you might be too far in to pull out. Perhaps I should try to push you in farther so you could come out a different side.” This didn’t make any sense at all, but there was nothing I could do as her soft, wet foot lifted off of me and paused over my face. I looked at her glistening sole as it hovered over me, wondering what her plan was. Then, to my surprise, she thrust it downward right against my mouth. I felt her heel impact my teeth and knock most of the front ones completely out. I screamed in pain, but there was nothing I could do but watch as her heel came crashing down again.

“You are truly pathetic,” she hissed. “You have fought to live for so long, and it’s all for nothing. Thank you for licking my foot, though. And I think you make an excellent floor.” She then stood, full weight on my aching mouth, with her toes covering my nose. My front teeth were completely knocked out, and I could taste the blood mixed with foot sweat trickle down my throat. She then began to slide her foot farther up my face before resting her big toe over my eye.

“How would you like my sweaty toe to be the last thing you see?” Heather says sweetly. I am hoping very much that she was kidding, but she bends down and forces my eyelid open. I can’t take my view off of that toe hovering over my eye. How could this bitch be so cruel. She said she would save me, but instead she is sadistically mutilating me. I see her toe come down, and I scream as it makes contact with my eyeball. She rubs it back and forth, than presses down even harder.

“Don’t worry little bug, you’ll still have one good eye left!” she laughs as her big toe forces its way into my eye socket. I think I actually hear a pop as my eyeball is completely crushed beneath this beautiful bitches toe. How can this be happening! The pain is so intense that I throw up, but nothing comes out. And I am still conscious as she pulls her foot off of my head.

“That’s a little messy, but I’m sure that Steph will fix everything,” Heather says as she puts her boots back on.

“Why are you doing this?” I mumble through my broken mouth.

“Because I can,” is her response. “And besides I’ve never met anyone so pathetic as you. You have lived off the filth and sweat from a woman’s foot for several weeks, and now you are going to die anyway. How much more pathetic can you get?” And with that she walks back into the opening of the shoe. I realize my assessment of the situation was completely wrong as I see two giant fingers reach down and pick her up. Steph had been watching this whole thing all along.

“Don’t worry, bug,” I hear Steph say down. “You won’t have to spend too much more time living in my shoe. I have a suitable ending for your story.” I would kill myself now, rather than give those girls any more pleasure at my expense. I should have just let Steph step on me in the very beginning. How could this be the end? But I see Steph slide her foot into this old, rotten shoe and darkness envelops me, along with the familiar smell of Steph’s foot. However, my nose still has a strong hint of Heather’s foot as well.

I hear the electricity outside the shoe indicating that Heather is now normal size again. I try to twist my way free once again, but I know it’s futile. I can’t even lick my surroundings any more. I wish I could die of dehydration or starvation, but I don’t think they will let me do that.

“Are you ready for your final performance, worm?” Steph asks. “After a good rain, even worms like to come out of their homes for a look around. Let’s see if you’re as smart as a worm.” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but I could feel her walking around for a bit. Then I heard a buzzing sound nearby.

“Prepare to get a little wet, worm!” I hear Steph say. She then inclines her foot so that the heel is higher than her toes. I also notice that it’s beginning to get awfully warm in this shoe. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out what is happening. These girls turned on a portable heater, and the giant toes nearby are beginning to sweat profusely. I am also sweating like crazy, but the sweat from those soft, colossal toes is beginning to form puddles. The glue that I am stuck in is also getting softer, but I am actually sinking further in. My face is now in an indentation, slightly below the surface of the rest of the rotting insole.

“How’s it going in there, tiny?” I hear Heather’s voice close to the shoe. “It looks here on the viewer that you might be in a little trouble. If you drink fast enough, you may not drown. Oh, look, here comes a little river, right for your head.” Sure enough, the splash of warm foot sweat hits and begins filling the indentation around my face. Some runs down my throat, but I swallow quickly and sputter out the rest.

“Since you don’t have much longer,” Heather chimes in again, “let me say that my feet really enjoyed the pleasures you gave them. Thanks for licking one of them clean. And I think your eye is still stuck on my other big toe.” She laughs. I know that this is truly the end. The level of liquid keeps rising, and the pain of the sweat in my eye socket is unbelievable.

“Well, worm, it’s been real fun,” I hear Steph say. “I hope you enjoyed eating all the filth from my toes and drinking in all my foot sweat. I really can’t fathom why you would want to do that instead of just being crushed. But you seem to have proven yourself less intelligent than the average worm. Sorry you won’t see the light of day again, but remember that I gave you one last cocktail before you left!” Both of them laugh as Steph’s putrid foot sweat begins poring down my throat. I begin coughing as I try to swallow as much of this sweat as possible. But I’m not really sure why I’m trying to stay alive. Perhaps there will be a rescue. Life can’t be this unfair! My face is now completely submerged beneath a puddle of sweat from Steph’s toes and foot. I can’t believe I am going to drown in some bitch’s sweat, especially from her foot. But I can’t hold my breath any longer. It’s time… I breathe in… I cough out, but breathe in some more sweat… I see stars… gurgle… bye…

(***** POV – Steph Wilson *****)
Well, that had to be the longest death in my entire experience. He lasted about 5 weeks, when he should have been stepped on long ago. And I can’t imagine drowning in foot sweat to be a more pleasurable way to go. Ah, well, to each their own. I do think it’s time to probably get some new shoes or something though, in honor of this special occasion. But that will have to wait until tomorrow. It’s time to go to bed.
 

THE PEN EXPERIMENT: CHAPTER 15

(***** POV – Dr. Marlene Sanders *****)
As much as I wanted to feel the little marble pop beneath my toes, I had other curiosities to satisfy about what the pen had done. So I decided to go to work early on Monday to test my theory. I configured the chamber so that it would be all ready to shrink whatever formed within it, than set the little marble down in the center. I changed the pen so that it would supposedly reverse what it had done, and fired a beam at the marble. I than shut the door to the chamber and went back to the controls to observe what happened.

It must have been excruciatingly painful since I began to hear the screaming almost right away. But the little marble began to expand, and I was glad to see that it was reforming as a human. It wasn’t as bad of a glitch as I thought. I continued to wait until the young man was fully formed, and watched as he looked around the chamber trying to figure out what to do. I didn’t give him long to decide as I hit the shrink button on the chamber controls and watched him diminish before my eyes. I walked over to the chamber to see if everything had worked as normal, and it had. There was a tiny, unconscious man lying in the middle of the chamber. I opened the door and picked him up. He would definitely be useful for my next experiment.

After putting the tiny musician in a jar beneath my desk, I set about fixing the pen. It seemed so close to working that I knew it wasn’t going to be long. I only hoped I could get it working soon, since I couldn’t wait to have a portable model for my very own. I had a feeling it would be a long week…

(***** POV – Heather Preston *****)
Work continues as usual, and Jason seems to have taken a liking to being small and serving me. However, Josh isn’t doing so well. I think he is figuring that we aren’t going to let him go, but rather flatten him in some way or another. I have tried to reassure him that we are just waiting for the original pen to be put back together, but he seems to be getting more and more depressed.

And then there’s Rachel. It appears she had some fun over the weekend and got herself a little “slave” as well. Steph is all excited for her, since she doesn’t have one any more (after the little guy in her shoe drown). All week long, they just talked and giggled, and I’m left rather out on my own (with just Jason and Josh). Jessie and Dr. Sanders continue to work together trying to get the new pen working, and I just wonder where this will all lead. I liked it so much better when it was just Steph and me in Mexico.

But just when I think there is no chance of things getting back to normal, life throws me a gift. As I was walking past Steph and Rachel talking at lunch, I overheard a rather interesting conversation. And being the curious type, I sat down at a nearby table to listen.

“I think I’m actually going to let him go,” Rachel was saying. “He’s been so sweet, and I actually wouldn’t mind dating him on the outside.”

“But what if he tells someone about the shrinking machine?” Steph questioned.

“Oh, he already said it would be our secret,” Rachel replied. “And besides, he said he might want to be miniaturized again sometime. Isn’t that cool. And I don’t think I could ever crush him, since I’m rather fond of him now.”

“Well, just when are you thinking of doing this?” Steph said a little quieter. “After all, Dr. Sanders said that we aren’t to use the chamber until she’s done working on the pen. I think she also wants the heat to blow over from your little adventure.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Rachel whispered. “I think I will do it late Friday night, like I did last weekend. Then it will only look like he left for a week, and now he’s back. He’s already made up a story on how he ran away with a woman and then decided to come back.”

“Just be careful, he’s not worth you getting kicked off of Dr. Sanders’ team,” Steph finished up. She then got up and dumped the garbage from her lunch in the trash can. After both of them left, I got a little tingle in the pit of my stomach. The plan that was forming would be just the thing I needed. And I could have some fun at the same time…

(***** POV – Rachel Stevens *****)
It was late Friday, and I figured it was time to release little Nathan. It had been a long time since I had a boyfriend, and he was just the submissive type of guy a needed. So I snuck into the lab and was relieved to see that all the lights were off. This wouldn’t take long, and I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

I began warming up the chamber, and took Nathan out of my shoe. He was covered in sweat as usual, but he had the biggest smile on his face. I couldn’t wait until I got a portable shrinking pen, so we could have this fun all the time. I set him down on the top of the control panel while the chamber finished its charge. I then put the setting to enlarge and brought Nathan into the chamber.

“Don’t worry, this will feel just like last time,” I explained to him. “And once you’re normal size again, we can go have a drink.” I then set him down in the middle of the chamber and just about jumped out of my skin as I heard the chamber door shut and lock. I turned around to see Heather on the other side of the glass.

“Don’t worry, soon you both will be the same size!” she laughed in such a way that I knew I might be in trouble. I had to reason with her quickly before she did something rash.

“Heather, you need to let me out so that I can get Nathan back to normal,” I pleaded. “I know we haven’t always gotten along, but he has nothing to do with this.” I was hoping I was getting through to her, but she just continued to the control panel and flipped some switches. This couldn’t be good.

“Come on, Heather, let’s just call a truce here,” I was getting a little desperate and definitely a lot frustrated. Then she looked up and just winked at me. I knew I was going to be in a little trouble. I heard the chamber hum and lightning crackle through the air. A sharp pain shot through my body as I heard myself scream. Then there was blackness…

I awoke to Nathan shaking me. “Please get up, she’s coming!” was all he said as I opened my eyes. It was neat seeing him my size, but I soon realized it was all turned around. I was his size. The giant chamber door opened, and there stood Heather.

“How are you guys doing?” she asked in a mock concerned voice. “Are you ready to have some real fun?” It didn’t matter what either Nathan or I said, since she couldn’t hear us anyway. Heather slowly pulled off her giant black leather boots and laid them on their sides before us.

“ I want one of you in each,” she stated calmly. Looking past the giant boot in front of me, I could see her colossal bare foot that I knew would follow me into the dark shaft. This little bitch had the advantage, and I couldn’t think of a way out of it. Nathan was watching me, wondering what he should do. I tried to think of something fast.

“Perhaps you need some encouragement,” Heather said. She then moved her giant foot towards me, and my legs just buckled. I just stared at this girl’s dirty bare sole as it rose above me, than began settling down. It completely filled up my vision, then I felt the warm, wet, rubbery surface make contact with my skin. It was softer than I expected, but she had obviously been preparing for this a little. Her foot must have been confined to her boot all day. The sweaty smell was enough to make my eyes water. But she wasn’t content to lightly touch me with this sweaty blanket, she had to press down on me with it. I remembered doing something similar to her, but I had never really intended on squishing her. Perhaps this was the same thing. I couldn’t get any air as the giant wet foot sealed around me, encompassing me in a suffocating embrace. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a breath in. Everything faded away…

I awoke to being rolled over onto my stomach. I turned around to see Heather’s giant toe pushing me. “Are you ready to climb into my boot?” she asked. I knew it was pointless to refuse. I would have to find a way out of this mess later. So swallowing my pride, I walked over to the opening of the leather cave and walked in. I could smell the stench of Heather’s foot get stronger as I walked in. I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, but I knew there would be a great deal of suffering for a while…

(***** POV – Heather Preston *****)
It was actually more fun than I thought it would be. I loved feeling that smug little blond bitch beneath my sweaty foot. I thought for a second I had smothered her to death, but she had just passed out. And now, tiny little Rachel was willingly climbing into my boot. She had to know I would be putting my bare foot in there soon to keep her company, but she also had to know she had no choices in this matter. I also watched her little boyfriend, Nathan, walk into my other boot. Poor guy, he probably never bargained for this. After giving them a minute to get deep into my boots, I knew I was ready. I was simply tingling with excitement.

“Ready or not, here I come,” I said as I picked up my left boot. This was the one with Rachel in it, and I wanted her to be beneath my foot for as long as possible. I pushed my foot in as slowly as I could. It was difficult towards the end, since both the leather and my foot were still a little wet with sweat. I could just feel Rachel at the tips of my toes. I had to be careful in the final thrust of my foot, that I didn’t squish her right away. We had a couple of days to have some fun. So lifting my toes, I gave a push and felt my boot slip the rest of the way on. I felt Rachel make contact with the ball of my foot, but that wasn’t quite where I wanted her. I tapped the toe of my boot against the ground and felt her slide a little so that she was beneath the arch of my toes. Then it was time for my other boot.

“I hope you’re ready, too, little guy,” I said down to him. Then I picked the boot up and slipped my foot inside. After I gave the final thrust to get my bare foot all the way in, I felt the little guy quickly move himself beneath my toes. Then, something very strange happened. I swore I could feel him licking the sweat beneath my toes. I paused to try to determine if this was correct, when suddenly his little head darted up between two of my toes, and he started licking again. It was actually an exhilarating feeling having a tiny little worm of a man treating me like a goddess. I definitely had to be careful with this one, since he was trying so hard to please me. Perhaps I could show him mercy for a little while.

But I had stayed too long in here and quickly turned everything off and picked up my things. I also made sure to pick up Rachel’s purse as well. Then it was off for home. I had to make sure that Steph never found out about this. It was best if she thought her “friend” had just up and left. That way, I would be her best friend again. And Steph would never guess that I was the one who squished her old friend. But that would happen later. Revenge had to be done slowly. Rachel had to pay for intruding in my life…