"Steps"
by Frost

I woke from a fog, my mind swirling, everything is dark, I can make a light out from the corner of my eye but can’t turn my head to see it. In fact my whole body is immobile, what the hell, something covering me, the pressure hurts, something stinging my eyes every time I try to open them, I’m burning up, so hot, I’ve never sweated this much, can’t believe how wet I am, oh God, where am I.

I try to scream “help me!” but it just comes out muffled.

Whatever I am trapped under is soft and hot but the pressure is becoming unbearable. I noticed something else, a taste in my mouth, like salt, how am I perspiring into my own mouth and the smell, musky, where on earth am I.

I begin to panic, shaking and withering my body, trying to free my head so I can turn it to the side but can’t, feels like my nose will rip off my face first, then the weight increases, I moan out in pain, my struggles cease in fear of bringing whatever lies atop me crushing down. I try to calm myself, what else can I do but wait, wait and hope help arrives. Why can’t I remember where I was before this, think. All I can remember is I went to work like always, put in my day and left and then nothing. Did I get into an accident? maybe thrown from my car and into whatever mess I am in now? I can’t take this heat, it’s like the ceiling above me is perspiring itself, my clothes must be soaked, wait, I hadn't realized untill just now but I can't feel my clothes! All I can feel is this unbearable weight on top of me and it’s hot and clammy against my skin, how did I lose my clothes!?! Did they get shredded in the accident? Was I in an accident? I’m so confused, please God help me.

I lie there for hours, at least it seems like hours, I’ve never felt heat this intense, like I will burst into flames at any moment, either that or be crushed to death by this constant pressure, I’m just thankful whatever lies atop me is soft and somewhat yielding, I think it is the only reason I am alive still. I’m certain that something else is making me so wet, there must be water above this thing on me and it’s working it’s way across the ceiling, must be dirty that's why the funny taste, hope it does not make me sick but if I am here for a while it may save my life, besides there is so much of it I can’t help but get it in my mouth, I can’t breath through my nose, it’s scrunched flat by the weight so it flows freely into my mouth.

I wonder when someone will notice I am missing, I think I will go crazy soon, the weight, heat, sticky wetness, the claustrophobia, I can’t take it, wait a minute, it’s moving, oh God no, it’s rocking, I think it’s going to come down all the way, uggggh, it is, the pressure just increased, uggggh, I don’t want to die, oh thank God, it stopped. Wait, I think someone found me, the pressure is decreasing, they found me and are lifting it up, I can open my mouth to scream now.

“Hello, I’m down here! Help! Help me, down here!

The whole thing lifts now, oh Jesus, I’m stuck to it, rising up with it, there must be a crane lifting this thing it’s moving so easily now. I try to break free but it’s no use, to late now as I am to far above the ground. I twist my neck around to look below, wait, the ground, it looks? I squint, try to adjust to the light, focus, my God, it looks like a hard wood floor.

I look back to see what I am stuck to when the whole thing shifts and me with it, instead of my back being to the ground now my left side is towards the ground, do they know I am here. I scream again for help as I look at the strange wood floor below me, as I turn my head the other way to look the object stops moving, I scream in terror.

There is a woman's face, tremendous, looks like it should be on a billboard.

“What, what's going on” I stammer. The woman of the huge face just chuckles at me.

I must be delusional, the time trapped, the fluid I was drinking, the heat, I must be in shock. The face just looks at me, a smile plays across her lips. I take in the surface I am adhered to, try to look around. When I look down towards my feet I can’t see past the end of what I am stuck to, it sticks out further than me, like I am in a indentation. when I look above me the same thing and to either side is a few more feet of what I am stuck on. My head starts swimming, I start to put it together, a huge woman's face, this hot, wet surface, the grooves of it when I look straight ahead, almost as reading my mind a huge hand appears with a mirror. I look at it, horrified as my suspicion is confirmed and I scream.

A foot, a gigantic foot and I am stuck right on the sole of it, she has her ankle resting on her other knee and I am smack dab in the middle of her foot, between the heel and ball. Did I shrink? people don’t shrink, or am I normal size and she a giant? No, unless everything here is giant, like the mirror and whole room surrounding me I must have shrunk, to about 3 inches judging from my reflection in the mirror and her foot.

My thoughts were interrupted as her foot begins to move about, I hear her moaning and gasp in shock as she adjusts her foot, she's masturbating, her fingers in her pussy, I see right under her skirt. That rocking back and forth motion before, she must have been pleasuring herself then too. This is to much to take, I’m stuck to the bottom of a woman's foot and she is having and orgasm.

“Hey... hey” I scream “where am I? Who are you? How, why have you done this to me?” it all rambles out.

She chuckles again and shakes her head as if to say she doesn’t comprehend, then I realize, she can’t hear me at this size.

Then she spoke “I assume you are asking me where you are, why, how and all that? It’s the usually questions, you don’t remember still?” I replied no and shook my head, not hearing but seeing my head shake she continued “doesn’t really matter, you won’t be around much longer but if it makes you feel better you were at a bar, by yourself, I saw you ogling my feet, do you like feet? she asked me teasingly “how do you like mine?”

I try to remember, yes, I had a bad day at work, went and stopped at Healys Bar and Grill, figured I would knock a couple back grab a bite to eat and head home. That’s right, and this woman was by herself, she’s a beauty for sure, that black mini, long legs, and clogs she kept slipping her foot in and out of, sexy as hell. After that I just remember waking up under her foot.

“Why did you do this to me!” I screamed. She leaned in closer and looked questioning at me, I screamed it at her again.

“Oh, yes, that's usually the next question they ask.”

They??? I thought to myself, she's done this before?

“It’s just a game I play and as for how doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t understand. What does matter is I am going to slip my foot back into my clog, then I am going to stand up and see how many steps I can take before you squish”.

My eye’s grew wide with terror, she can’t be serious.

She saw my incredulous look and confirmed that she is quite serious. “Oh yes, believe me, you have about 2 minutes to live. You see, I take men whenever I want, like I did you, after I shrink them all nice and tiny I sit here in the sweltering heat, no air condition, with my foot planted firmly on top of them. I usually read, today I read for three hours while I had my foot rested on you. From the pressure and sweat and heat they get stuck quite nicely to my sweaty foot as you can attest to, I get quite a high from it, I love seeing you overpowered by my foot, you are to weak to even break free, you’ll stay stuck all the way back into my shoe and all you will be able to do is watch. Then I’ll stand up, you’ll survive that, they usually do, it’s when I start to walk and the sole of my foot spreads out and flattens against you that you begin to crush. Assuming you make it past that when I push off to take my next step you’ll most likely squish then. It’s my own little contest, the most steps I ever got was 5, haven’t broken that record yet, however have broken lots of little men trying. Count them if you like, this way if you beat the record you at least die knowing you accomplished something.”

I had tears in my eye’s, “why” is all I could say.

“Are you asking me why again?” she asked with her head cocked quizzically and I shook my head yes.

“It’s a game I like to play and because I can, guess what time it is?” she asked rhetorically “time to play” she pursed her lips and blew me a kiss while she did that cutsey wave people do by just waving four fingers slightly, she lifted her leg and moved her foot towards her shoe.

I began struggling violently but couldn’t break free, I was stuck fast. I craned my head around to see the opening of her clog approach. I can’t believe I am going to die like this, under this woman's foot that just earlier I was admiring, this can’t be happening I screamed in my head. I watched the heel of her shoe pass below me then looked up to see the tongue of the shoe approaching. I moved from light to dark, there was no hesitation from her, she smoothly placed her foot into her shoe and finally came to a stop and rested upon me once more. It embraced me as before, molding around me, hugging me, it was almost comforting, felt safe but knew I was far from safe.

The pressure increased, she must have stood up, I let out a muffled scream, she’s being so casual about this, no delaying, just as if she were putting on her shoes and walking like she has a thousand previous times. The sole flattened out and pressed down on me like she said it would, bones and ribs crack, she pushed off and I crushed some more, if I were under her heel or anywhere else I would be dead by now but the arch of her foot offers a little space until she puts weight on it, her foot lands and I cough up blood, that's just one step, pushes off again and more ribs break, I get a moments reprise as her foot lifts, I feel her foot stride forward and land, my pelvis is crushed, 2 steps, she presses off to take another step and my chest collapses, her foot then lands again and my legs shatter, 3 steps, she presses off and I flatten some more, agony, her foot lands and I squish.

“Awwww, 4 steps, he was so close” she continued walking grabbed her purse and left her house to do her errands, each step she felt him turn more and more into paste beneath her foot, a cruel smile playing across her lips.....

THE END.