Warning: -My first story
-Will probably contain (insertion, gentle & evil GTS, crush, mainly feet,
teasing, voyeur, maybe a little SW, bad sentence structuring, etc…)
-I got no idea where it’s going or even if I have absolutely any writing talent.
-The characters are in high school (uh oh), but I doubt any of the actors are
under 18, quite the Quandary.
-I have no money so D.C comics… Please don’t sue!
Down in Smallville
By
Weary_Traveler
Chapter 1: I hope this gets passed Chapter one
Chloe paced slowly up and down the corridor in front of the large gymnasium
doors giving an occasional exasperated sigh each time she checked her watch.
“Clark, only on time in life threatening situations” she said to herself.
“Someone say my name” a voice said only feet behind her causing her to nearly
trip over herself.
‘Clark of course’ she thought, nobody else she knew kept popping out of nowhere.
She turned around and gave Clark the best peeved off expression she could muster
despite the summersaults her heart did every time she saw him; She wanted to
kick herself for continuing to have a crush on the farm boy especially after
what he did to her at the High school formal. They had become friends again, but
that ended up bringing those lingering feelings back up to the surface.
Clark saw the different emotions sweep by her face as she turned around, he
couldn’t bear to tell her that he was late because he had been helping Lana with
her books.
Luckily she didn’t ask.
She turned to Clark while she unlocked the gym door “Did you bring the camera?”
He rummaged through his bag for a moment then retrieved it “good then get ready
for the torch’s annual documentation of all the science fair projects” she said
feigning excitement while Clark couldn’t help smiling at the eccentric way she
carried herself when she was bored.
***
Smallville high was known for its bizarre science fairs, after being told by
Chloe just some of these oddities he was convinced she had seen it all, of
course it had its volcanoes and potato batteries but what school doesn’t. I
watched as Chloe wandered through the aisles marking down displays for the
worthy mention column in the torch ‘something many school geeks fought to get
on’ thought Clark amusingly. He couldn’t keep his mind on the displays he was
taking pictures of, for some reason he always felt an attraction to Chloe when
they had assignments together and had trouble keeping his eyes off her. Her
quirks, personality traits, headstrong attitude and not to mention wardrobe,
were all quite different from Lana’s. However my attraction to Lana was much
stronger and didn’t end when she left the room.
Clark could here giggling from Chloe who was now on the opposite side of the
gym, he crisscrossed through the many buzzing, smelling, fermenting, and yes
even hissing projects till he reached her standing by the strangest contraption
he had ever seen.
“Shrink Ray” Chloe said still stifling her giggles while she walked up to me. I
glanced at the info the person had put on display, I understood two out of every
five words in the text; he’s definitely not an idiot I figured. “There’s no
name,” Chloe said coming around from the back now with her reporter curiosity
emerging. We turned to the machine, which consisted of a base the size of an old
amplifier with a bunch of knobs and buttons on it, and a ‘laser gun’ looking
thing on top that had much simpler controls:
Shrink height: 3”
Shrink
Power
“Well that looks simple enough” Chloe said walking up to it, “I always thought
all of Smallvilles weirdo’s had meteor powers, looks like some are delusional”.
She turned to me now with a devilish grin that seemed to entice a sense of
recklessness in me, “you wanna try it?” she said, I tried to pretend as though
such a thought was irresponsible but my smile gave me away and I stepped in
front of the machine. ‘If there was a dangerous fault in the machine it couldn’t
hurt me… could it?’ I thought as she turned it on.
“All systems go?” she said looking at me clearly not taking any of this
seriously, I guess I found that comforting. I gave the thumbs up. What happened
next took less then two seconds.
Flash! - Chloe jumps back, heat in my chest
Flash! - Eyes role back everything blurry
Flash! - Hot to cold to nothing…
I collect myself rather fast once my eyesight returns but feel misplaced,
‘something isn’t right-‘ “CLARK!”
My brain, which is still coping with the disorientation, the sound, and the
fear, can’t even begin to comprehend the two pick-up sized Doc Martins in front
of me… I blackout.
***
I nearly scream as I see the thing scrambling around near me feet. Having
experience with the mice that seem to get in the house every year, I
instinctively remove my right shoe…hop down onto my knees…aim…
Wait! (Common sense kicks in) ‘Shrink ray-Clark-tiny thing’ “OMG!”
Down in Smallville
Chapter 2
{Opening Credits}
“Mrs. Sullivan! What is going on in here?” Mr. Price the school Guard/Janitor
yelled approaching me from the opposite side of the gym with a ‘are you up to no
good’ expression.
I got up with Clark firmly in hand, “Uh… Nothing sir!” ‘Think Chloe think’
“Why were you on the floor? What’s that in your hand?” Even in my panic I
couldn’t believe how nosy this guy got sometimes, “I was... just...” ‘Aw crap no
pockets’ “Fixing my insole! It keeps sliding out” with no other options left I
slid Clark into the shoe I was holding resigning him to its heat, smell, and
darkness.
*********************************************Clark P.O.V
I had come to while in Chloe’s tight grasp reeling with both disbelief and
horror as I starred up at her, a giantess. The familiarity of being larger then
her moments before was so vivid in my memory that this alien view scared me more
the anything else I had ever seen. I had probably been the strongest man on
earth, now Chloe’s sweaty palm threatened to crush me.
I lay still as I heard Mr. Parker yelling from somewhere over the looming
projects. ‘Come on Chloe think of something’ thought Clark, last thing I need is
national attention as the worlds first shrunken person.
“-Fixing my insole! It keeps sliding out” her voice said echoing through both
the gym and my head. It’s not that I didn’t understand where she was going with
that but I seemed to have blocked it out till those last few seconds of fresh
air.
Bringing me down to the opening she stayed with the illusion simply shoving me
in as she would an insole. The smell was more powerful than I could imagine, it
was like being in a vinegar factory with many other smells rushing into my
nostrils as well. The air around me seemed to blur and warp with heat as it felt
as though I had entered a sauna.
The moment I hit the spongy insole my world shifted as she tipped her shoe,
sliding me down its slick surface. My back hit the toe section with her foot
following close behind, stealing what little light was left; I was scooped up
underneath her toes as she maneuvered me into the crevice with my face beneath
her second toe. I tried struggling as the rubbery flesh of her giant
boulder-like toes began pressed me down into the insole bringing up a pool of
acidic sweat around me, as the shoe began moving at a sickening pace.
********************************************Chloe P.O.V
I could feel him in there, right under my toes; I walked down the hallway
experiencing the most bizarre feeling you could imagine. It wasn’t only the
feeling of having a tiny living thing huddled under your toes, or the anxiety I
felt fearing I could kill my best friend with a single accidental slip; But that
Clark, who’d been my secret crush for years was with me, under me, and dependent
on me.
“Chloe!” a voice called, I turned around and saw Lana running to catch up.
“Have you seen Clark? He was supposed to come help me after you guys were done.”
She asked, worry written all over her face.
‘Of course she’s worried he’s never late for Lana’ she thought spitefully and
then replied, “He said he had to go home, something urgent must have came up.”
‘The only reason he volunteered to help me after school was because he’d be able
to help Lana, typical’ she thought unconsciously giving Clark a little squeeze.
“Well then I’ll be home a little later then” she said trying to hide her
disappointment, she turned and walked back.
‘Aw… Poor little miss perfect’ Chloe thought devilishly continuing to walk to
her car.
Chloe felt justified about not telling Lana about Clark, ‘the less people know
the better’.
After all if she told her Lana would probably think it would be better if she
were in-charge of Clark.
As I got into my car I began to take notice of just how comfortable Clark felt
under my toes; It didn’t feel bad like having a pebble in your shoe, it felt
natural. I decided to keep him in there till I got home as punishment, thinking
back to what Lana had said.
As I pulled out of the school parking lot I hoped that I’d get the chance to do
this over the weekend; since the only way to un-shrink Clark would be to find
the person who’d built the machine and get him to undo it after the show on
Monday, but I doubt Clark would ever wanna go back in.
**Shack on the other side of town**************************Karen P.O.V
Karen fumbled with the lock that was on her cage, it was small and cheap but she
was to small to take it off. She turned briefly looking at her best friend
Adriana who’s bruised and battered body laid motionless in the corner.
THUMP...THUMP
Karen burst into tears instantly as she heard the sounds of her tormentors
return.
{Commercial brake}
Yes that last part begins the plot :).
I’m finding it difficult to stick to Clark’s character but I think I’m doing ok
with the rest.
Sorry for the lack of action in this chapter, I’ll try to make it up in the next
one, which should be after Christmas hopefully (got an exam to study for)
Chapter 3a
When Chloe finally got to her house after taking the long way home she lay down
on the bed savoring the last few moments of Clark's underfoot situation, she
figured she didn't have an excuse to keep him down there anymore;
'Oh well, I'd like to see him anyway' she thought remembering his adorable tiny
form.
She slid her right shoe off and immediately felt the heat and smell permeate the
air around her; she could see the perspiration covering her sole; then she
spotted Clarks miniscule form wedged with his face shoved into the underside of
her toes.
Rather than feeling guilt as most girls would feel for torturing a friend in
such a way, Chloe felt justified. “Since when did Clark ever really care about
my feelings, time under my foot may have actually done him some good” she said
to herself knowing full well that despite her crush on Clark there was still
bitterness.
She pulled him out from under her toes and examined him. The first thing she
noticed was that he reeked! ‘No surprise there’ she thought; as a budding
journalist she spent lots of time on her feet and was also never the type to use
fragrant foot lotions like Lana, who despite her natural beauty could never seem
to pass up the chance to make every part of smelling wonderful.
As she continued her examination her eyes fell upon several indentations across
the right side of Clarks body, her eyes widened with amazement as they slowly
filled out.
She wasn’t sure if what she’d just seen was good or bad news. She had clearly
partially squashed Clark, however he reformed into his old self in seconds.
“Calm down Chloe… Calm down…” she told herself in an effort to sort it all out,
At least she new that this phenomenon was probably a side effect of the
shrinking machine and not a new dilemma to deal with.
While Clark was unconscious Chloe squeezed him lightly in several places making
sure it had not been all in her head, once she had finished she lay Clark down
on the bed with her.
Luckily his parents are out of town till Tuesday and Pete’s camping with his
folks’ she thought ‘ that only leaves Lex and Lana to keep in the dark’
She surprised herself at how well she was handling the situation so far,
‘without meteor rock involved these weird situations are pretty tame’ she
thought jokingly. As she sat there thinking about how he should repay her for
all the trouble she was going through, Clark was slowly regaining consciousness.
Even before Clark opened his eyes he knew it hadn’t been a dream, the nauseating
smell, the sickening sweat, it permeated off his damp clothes that clung to his
body. Then there was the pain, never before had he craved his powers of
indestructibly and inability to feel pain more than now; the throbbing soreness
surged all the way down to his bones.
He had noticed his lack of powers shortly after being shrunk, his terrible
ordeal in the confines of Chloe’s shoe would have been much more bearable with
them.
He opened his eyes almost lazily. The first thing he saw no more then twelve
feet away (on his scale) were a pair of 3 story feet belonging to non-other then
to one of his best friends.
The pale soft soles towered over his three-inch form; her wriggling toes loomed
overhead and cast a shadow over where he lay.
He managed to pull himself up despite his pounding headache and weary limps and
stumbled across the mattress to the gap between her feet, where he saw her
inquisitive eyes focused not on him but on the pages of her journal on which she
was writing in with great enthusiasm.
Without much thought he tapped her left foot – which twitched reflexively
startling
him – and saw her look down at him.
“Oh! Clark! Your up” she said snapping the journal shut as her face momentarily
flushed; Clark thought nothing of it.
“Chloe what happened to me!” he yelled out
“Clark you were shot with a shrinking beam remember,” she said wondering why he
would ask such a dumb question.
“I know… I mean…” he looked confused searching for some plan of action for this
chaotic development but Chloe stopped him before he could finish.
“Look, I know this isn’t the way either of us wanted to spend the weekend but
it’s not so bad” she said hoisting Clark up in a sickening motion “we just got
to wait out the weekend here and Monday we’ll get this whole thing cleared up at
the science fair”
Clark relaxed for a second and took it all in then his head jerked back suddenly
to her “I got… you got to tell Lana what’s happening or she’ll start wondering
where I am”
He saw her expression of clear loathing the moment he had mentioned Lana. “It’s
better we keep her out’ve this for awhile she’ll start getting overly dramatic,
there’s no reason for more people to be involved” she said exasperatingly
Clark closed his eyes calming himself “Chloe… were dating”
He knew he shouldn’t have said it, he was supposed to tell her days ago but now
was probably the worst moment he could’ve chosen.
He watched as her face freeze then darken visibly and finally resting on a smile
that would give Stephen King chills. Her hand shot out and clutched him before
his mind even thought of pissing his pants.
Part 3b
Clarks could feel bones breaking and his organs being crushed in her grip. All
he could see, as his head flailed limply from side to side were flashes of
colors and bright lights. His mind couldn’t even focus on anything; Chloe
however was totally focused on her goal, she stormed down the hallway with her
fist tightening its grip on Clark, all thoughts of his safety gone out the
window.
She opened the door to Lana’s room located just down the hallway from her own;
with the exception of a few heaps of clothes it was fairly clean. Walking to the
far end she opened Lana’s closet, which was crammed to the max with outfits.
Reaching through the clutter she pulled out a pair of black knee-high boots,
they were quite well worn and were Lana’s favorite when indulging herself with
provocative clothing. She had seen Lana wear them often when Clark was around.
“Figures” she grumbled, wondering how she could’ve been so blind to there
relationship.
This time there was no blaming herself, no sulking over lost love, this time she
could deal with Clark directly. In the back of her mind she even began to wonder
if her control over Clark could allow her to condition him to see that she, not
Lana, was right for him. Clark needed control and discipline, and she would be
the voice of both.
She looked down at her open palm where she was letting Clark slowly reform; his
tiny tear stricken face turned to look up at her, his disbelief in what was
happening as he slowly looked up past her now enormous chest into her eerily
calm yet vengeful eyes was plainly written on his face.
He watched as she lifted up an enormous black leather boot in her other hand and
brought it up to her face, her nose wrinkled and she coughed lightly quickly
bringing it at arms length. She turned to him with an overly exaggerated grin on
her face.
“Well Clark, since the two of you are going out now I thought I’d make you more
familiar with Lana’s other sides, sides that few get to see”. He tried moving
but his limps were still to weak, she leaned in closer “It’ll be interesting to
see what you think of Lana after this weekend”
She lifted him through the air up to the opening of her boot, thinking of how
scared he must be looking down into the dark pit below gave her a sense of
excitement like she’d never felt before. Closing her eyes she gently released
her grasp on Clark feeling him slide out from between her fingers.
She would leave him in there and take him out tomorrow morning, giving him a
full 9 hours to rethink his relationship.
After slamming into the hard insole Clark rolled down into the toe section
hitting his head against the side, he clutched both his head and side crying out
in pain.
He tried breathing but coughed before he could even fill his lungs; the air was
stale and reeked of not only leather and foot odor but also at least a dozen
strong lotions and perfumes. This place belonged to Lana’s feet; he was the
stranger to this environment.
Several minutes later he was still alive, leaning against the leather interior.
His lungs had adapted slightly giving him enough air to survive, but the
sensation of vile pollution filling them accompanied by a sharp pain could not
be ignored. He actually preferred the odor in Chloe’s shoes, though it was the
lesser of two evils. Out of sheer exhaustion he lay down on the indentations of
Lana’s toes and drifted to into sweet unconsciousness.
1 hour later…
Lana unlocked the door and stepped in quietly, all the lights were off
downstairs. She figured Chloe must be asleep and she already knew that Chloe’s
father was working late tonight. Living under your best friends roof can have
its awkward moments especially when your both attracted to the same guy.
She hadn’t been able to find Clark all afternoon; she still had no luck after
talking with Chloe. But that was Clark; he finds you not the other way around,
and usually only when you need him the most.
Walking down the hallway she heard noises coming from Chloe’s room, she went to
the door, which was open a crack, and peered in. All she could see was Chloe’s
outline on the bed; she could hear deep breathing and groans of pleasure. Lana
backed away from the door blushing, ‘poor Chloe’ Lana thought with a grin ‘all
guys including Clark swarm to me and she’s left masturbating alone’. Despite
Lana’s sweet exterior, years of being drooled over by guys has made her quite
egotistic.
She got to her room and began changing; she had to take over behind the counter
at the Talon (coffee shop) for a few hours tonight and was hoping she’d bump
into Clark. Her boots weren’t where she remembered putting them but she didn’t
question why; she slid the left boot on then zipped up, when she put on the
right boot her toes hit an obstruction.
Unfortunately for Clark, Lana remembered the insole in that boot occasionally
bent up in the toe section, so the newly awoken Clark was slammed onto his back
by Lana’s toes and watched as the ball of her foot settled on his chest slowly
crushing it.
Lana stomped lightly to make sure what she thought to be the insole stayed in
place, she also wanted to leave without disturbing Chloe. As she snuck
downstairs to the door she couldn’t help at notice how comfortable her right
boot felt ‘guess I’m just used to wearing it with a bent insole’ she thought as
she stepped out.
The moment Chloe heard someone walkout and the door slam her heart skipped a
beat, she realized instantly that Lana must have come home early. She pulled her
fingers out from between her legs having pleasured herself several times now
thinking of everything she’d done to Clark.
After running down the hallway to Lana’s room she put her hand to her mouth in
shock to discover the boots gone. She backed up against the wall overcome by
panic “Even if Clark isn’t discovered there’s no telling if he could survive in
there, there nearly air tight compared to my shoes” and Chloe new that Lana was
not aware of Clark for at least the first few minutes of wearing them or she
would’ve come to her, so he could be completely crushed flat.
Chloe sat waiting for Lana’s return while thinking of a way to get him out
without Lana noticing…
****