SPELLS – VOLUME 1

Jim had known Daria for almost two years, and while they had remained friends, he was definitely attracted to her. She was 5’9” tall, had long, straight black hair, and the body of a dancer. The fact that she had taken ballet for several years probably accounted for that. There was also something exotic about her. She had full lips, and features that indicated there was some American Indian ancestry. She also wore glasses, which made her look as smart as she was. And true to her Indian ancestors, she was a complete naturalist. This even extended to a pacifism that was very admirable.

But there were a few problems that Jim had realized early on, and that continued to keep their friendship from advancing further. The first (and primary) was that Daria had a boyfriend already. And that boyfriend was also Jim’s friend. His name was Kyle, and Jim had known him for some time. But Jim always thought Kyle didn’t treat Daria very well. There were times when Kyle talked down to her, and it just made Jim want to punch him out.

The second problem in advancing a relationship with Daria was that she was still in high school. Jim was five years older and had already gotten out of college. At least Kyle was the same age as Daria. But then again, Daria acted much older than 18. She and Jim had spent hours talking about philosophy, religion, and life in general. There was a bond that they shared that was based on intelligence and respect. Inevitably, a trust had also built up.

However, the honest reason that Jim never asked Daria for their relationship to get a little closer was because he was simply too shy. He had never had a girlfriend, and while Daria would be perfect, he knew she could do better than him. His insecurity and low self-esteem came up with endless reasons of why they weren’t going to be a “couple.” Sometimes, life just wasn’t fair…

It was Saturday afternoon when Jim received a call from Daria. It was a little bit of a surprise, since he knew that Kyle hadn’t gone on a trip or anything. So in a little corner of his mind, Jim pretended that the call was from his “girlfriend.”

“Hey, Jim, are you busy?” Daria asked. She seemed rather excited about something.

“Not at all, what’s up?” Jim replied. His interest was peaked, and he would never miss an opportunity to visit with Daria.

“You’ve got to come over right away, I found something very interesting,” Daria explained. Jim needed no more encouragement. Hanging up the phone, he drove quickly to Daria’s house. She answered the door, dressed very simply in blue jeans, a t-shirt, and black loafers. With a quick “hi” and a smile, Daria grabbed Jim’s arm and quickly took him up to her bedroom. He only had time to wave to her mom as he passed her in the kitchen. Once in the bedroom, Daria shut the door.

“Take a look at this,” she said as she pointed to a large, ancient looking book on her desk. Jim walked over and looked at the title, “Culte of the Ancients.” He then opened it and turned a few pages to see what was on them. While the titles on the pages were readable, the lines that were written below them seemed like complete gibberish.

“What is it?” Jim asked.

“It’s an ancient spell book we found while cleaning out the attic,” Daria explained. “My great-grandmother was supposedly a witch and had written this spell book. I thought it would be fun to look at, since she had taught me how to read her writing.”

“But this stuff isn’t real,” Jim said. “You don’t possibly think that spells can work, do you?”

“Of course not!” Daria smiled. “I just thought you’d like to see what some people actually believe in. I know it has no basis in science, but it might be fun to look at what delusions my grandmother had.” Jim was relieved that Daria hadn’t completely flipped out. He had always believed she was intelligent and rational. To think she had gone over to “the other side” would have been severely disappointing.

Daria invited Jim to pull up a chair so that they could both go through the different spells that would supposedly affect people. It didn’t take either of them long to laugh themselves silly at the naivety of her great-grandmother. Most of the spells looked liked they worked through complete coincidence. There were some that would help plants grow. Some that would ward off curses from other witches. Some that would keep leprechauns away. These were just too stupid to believe that others would believe them. Were there really people that were this gullible?

“Oooh, here’s one that we could test to see if it works!” Daria said through her fits of laughter. “It can transform a person into an object. Want to give it a try?” Jim wiped his eyes and finally calmed down enough to consider the suggestion.

“Do you really know how to cast the spell?” he asked. Daria knew she could pronounce the words on the page, but also knew that there were numerous “excuses” why a spell wouldn’t work. Her great-grandmother had told her that even a tiny mispronunciation could cause a spell to fail.

“I can try, but my great-grandmother had said that casting spells isn’t an exact science,” Daria chuckled. “She told me she never tried casting spells, because the ‘energies’ could change a person. I thought that was the intent behind a spell, but I guess spell energy can work in mysterious ways…” At that both Jim and Daria burst out laughing again. This was almost too silly to contemplate, but there was nothing better to do this afternoon, so why not try some spell casting.

“Go ahead, let’s give these spells a scientific experiment,” Jim said. “Change me into something else.” Daria cleared an area on her floor and told Jim to sit down. Then she went back to the book and read through the spell silently in her mind.

“Here goes nothing,” Daria said as she began to recite the ancient words. However, rather than feeling silly as she was saying the words, she felt an energy start to creep into her body. It felt scary and exhilarating at the same time. She continued to read, with each word beginning to flow naturally into the next. Upon reaching the end, the energy peaked and suddenly flowed out of her. It was a little disappointing, but still fun to say the least.

“So, Jim, did you feel anyth…” Daria stopped in mid question. In place of Jim was a thick, white cloud. Almost without thinking, she prodded it with the tip of her shoe. Immediately, a hissing sound emanated from the cloud. She jumped backwards onto her bed to make sure she wouldn’t be caught in some kind of explosion. After about 10 seconds, the hissing stopped. Peering over the edge of her bed, Daria saw the strangest thing…

Her shoe. Jim was nowhere around, and in the exact place he was sitting was… her black loafer. Daria looked over at her feet, and found that she was still wearing both of her shoes, but there was an exact duplicate of her right shoe sitting on the floor. Then everything began to make sense. She had poked the white mist with her right shoe, and it must have finished Jim’s transformation after determining what he was to be turned into. Jim had become her shoe!

For Jim, everything was very confusing. He felt strangely twisted, but nothing was painful. He appeared to be completely paralyzed, except for his eyes. If he concentrated, he could look out of a large hole above him. He appeared to be lying on the floor, with Daria peeking over the edge of her bed at him. Before he could rationalize more of what might have happened, Daria crawled off her bed and onto the floor.

“Can you hear me, Jim?” she said. “Not that you can respond, but believe it or not, you’ve been transformed.” At this, Jim saw Daria begin to laugh. She seemed so large above him, and he was wondering what he had been transformed into. He then saw Daria’s large hand reach over and pick him up. Whatever he was now, he was fairly light. She had turned him while she began walking, so that he was looking at the walls of her bedroom. Suddenly, he was in front of a mirror, but there was no sign of him.

“I’m not sure if you can see or hear or not, but this is the new you!” Daria couldn’t help but laugh. And looking into the mirror, he could see she was holding her right loafer. But as she turned it around, he caught a glimpse of her feet far below. And she still had on both of her leather shoes. Somehow, the spell had transformed him into her shoe. The opening of that shoe was the hole he was looking out of. After a few seconds, he was taken back over and set on the floor. Daria sat down on the edge of her bed and began contemplating a little fun.

“I know you aren’t going to like this, but I think it is important to our scientific analysis,” Daria explained. She then reached down and removed her right loafer. “I won’t need this anymore, will I?” With a flick of her wrist, Daria tossed her right shoe into her closet. She then reached down and picked up Jim.

“This may feel a little weird, but bear with me,” Daria tried to sound serious. But deep inside, she was feeling a little of the magical energy that had coursed through her body before. It made her feel very warm inside, as well as a little turned on. She hesitated only briefly while looking at the soft, pink, sweaty sole of her right foot, and the black, leather loafer that her friend had been transformed into. With a slight bit of embarrassment, but even more excitement, she placed it on her bare foot.

Jim couldn’t believe what was happening. He had been looking up at Daria’s face with her pretty smile, than suddenly, he was staring at the sweaty bottom of her bare foot. He only had a few moments to be nervous before he saw her long toes move towards his “face.” The entire experience was so confusing as he watched the rest of her sole enter inside of him, before having his eyes pressed against Daria’s soft heel. It was dark, and he immediately realized that not only were his eyes and ears working, but his nose and mouth seemed to be functioning as well. And since his eyes were below her heel, his nose was pressed into the front pad and arch of her foot. The worst part of this was the fact that his mouth and tongue were directly under her toes. And there was no way to close his mouth. He immediately tasted the salty sweat from his friend’s toes, as well as smell the rather strong odor of her bare foot. Somehow, he was now being worn on the bare foot of this beautiful girl. Why was Daria doing this? He wasn’t overly scared, since he trusted her, but he would have appreciated her having changed him back immediately. This was totally humiliating!

For Daria, it was an amazing feeling. As soon as she put the loafer on her bare foot, she felt energy begin to flow into her. There was even a warmth there, probably generated by Jim’s body heat. She put her foot back down on the ground and was amazed that it simply looked like she was wearing her old shoes. No one would ever guess that she was actually wearing a human being on her right foot. But she knew that Jim was probably not enjoying being her shoe, since she had been wearing her shoes while cleaning most of the morning and had sweated quite a bit. It was time to take off the “Jim-shoe” and restore him to normal. But suddenly, the door opened, and her boyfriend stood in the doorway.

“Hi, Daria, are you ready for the movie?” Kyle asked. Then it hit like a ton of bricks. She had told Kyle they would see a movie on Saturday, and that was today. She had to think of an excuse to get out of it. She couldn’t let Kyle know about Jim.

“I don’t really feel like going,” Daria tried.

“I already bought the tickets!” Kyle exclaimed. “And if we don’t go now, we will be late! Come on!” Without waiting for her answer, Kyle grabbed Daria’s arm and pulled her off the bed. She looked ready to go, but he knew she could be rather slow when it came to appointments. He would have to make sure she didn’t dawdle.

“But… But… “ Daria tried to come up with something else. She was now putting her whole weight on poor Jim, and she wasn’t sure what that would do to him. However, she was completely trapped as Kyle kept pulling her to the door. Without being able to come up with a better excuse, she decided she would just have to trust that Jim would be okay down there. Besides, her right foot was feeling rather good as it pressed into Jim. So, trying not to think too much about Jim, Daria walked down the stairs to go to the movie.

For Jim, however, it was a nightmare. As soon as Daria put her weight on him, he was completely stunned. It felt like someone had punched him in the nose. Actually, it felt like someone had just kicked him hard in the head. But none of his senses were diminished. While pain flooded through his “head,” he was still sickened by the smell and taste of Daria’s toes. As she began walking, he could see tiny flashes of light from around her heel, but then the soft, smooth flesh would come crashing back down into his eyes. Each step she took was agonizing for Jim, but somehow made her foot feel so good. This movie would be an interesting time for both.

The first thing that Daria noticed once the movie started was how warm her right shoe was. Jim seemed to still have some sort of body heat, and it was making her foot sweat far more than normal. She thought she would give Jim a little break by taking her shoe off, but the smell from her sweating foot permeated the air enough for even her to smell it. That was far more embarrassing than having just Jim suffer through this, so Daria decided to put her shoe back on.

Jim, however, really wished she would have kept it off. It was a relief to get some fresh air in his surroundings, but within a minute, Daria’s giant, sweaty bare foot was back inside him, resting against his face. At least she was making sure she didn’t put any extra weight on him. But for the next two hours, he was completely nauseated by the sheer amount of sweat soaking through him from Daria’s foot. The only thing worse than being soaked with this much foot sweat was when the movie finished. Once again, Daria had to place her entire weight on him as she walked. He could feel the sweat squish out from his face that was obviously the insole of her shoe. Jim’s eyes burned, and he just wished it would end. He did appreciate that Daria didn’t tell Kyle about this, since he didn’t think he could stand the humiliation of anyone else knowing he was being worn as a girl’s shoe. His mind was so numb at this point, that he didn’t even hear what Kyle and Daria were talking about. He just wished it would finally finish.

Daria was relieved once she got back to her house. Telling Kyle that she still wasn’t feeling well worked better this time. Kyle left after a quick kiss, and Daria went quickly up to her bedroom. It was a relief to take off her shoes, though she took Jim’s off last, since it still made her feel good (almost powerful) to have him embracing her bare foot.

“Sorry about that, Jim,” Daria said as she looked down at the wet insides of her leather shoe. “I didn’t want to let him know about you, and I didn’t know what else to do. I hope you understand. I’m sure you want to get back to normal as soon as possible, but I really need to wash up first. I promise it won’t take long.” And without further explanation, Daria walked down the hall to the bathroom and washed her feet off. It was rather embarrassing to have tortured Jim with their smell, but at least they were good enough friends that they would be able to get through this… she hoped.

As soon as she got back to her room, Daria began looking for the spell to counter Jim’s transformation. She was very relieved when she found it, and immediately began reciting the mystical words. This time, however, she didn’t feel the “nice” magical energy she felt last time. It was almost a sad feeling as the energy passing through her seemed to be taking her power away from her. Within moments, she was finished. She definitely felt a little depressed, but it was overcome quickly by the fact that the spell worked. There, sitting dazed on the floor was Jim.

“Boy, Jim, I think you need a shower!” Daria smiled. She was hoping Jim would make light of everything that happened. She knew it couldn’t be easy for him having been worn as a girl’s loafer. Luckily, he smiled back.

“You’re not kidding! I think I’ll run home for now,” Jim said. He was glad that Daria made light of everything, and as soon as he looked into her eyes, she was quickly forgiven for everything that had happened. “See you later.”

“Bye.” Daria replied cheerily. As soon as Jim left the room, however, she didn’t feel nearly as happy. Guilt began flooding through her from how she had hurt Jim. While she didn’t feel bad about using the spell book, she swore to herself that she would always be extra careful about the consequences.

Jim didn’t feel that great as well. But his problems were more physical. He felt like he had swallowed gallons of Daria’s foot sweat, and he also couldn’t get the smell out of his nose (and his skin, for that matter). He soaked himself in a long hot bath until he finally felt clean, hours later. It had been an interesting experience, but he was certain things would be better next time.

SPELLS - VOLUME 2

The next day Jim thought he had better call Daria to see if everything was OK. After thinking about it all night, he actually found that he had had quite an adventure. Why not give it another try, he thought. As long as the next spell wouldn’t transform him into another shoe, it couldn’t be that bad.

“Hello,” Daria answered the phone. She wasn’t really feeling very up-beat this morning, and didn’t really feel like doing too much. She still felt bad about the day before, and was expecting to spend the day moping.

“Hi, this is Jim,” Jim said into the phone. “I was wondering if you wanted to try another spell today?” He had sensed by the way Daria answered the phone that she wasn’t in a great mood, but he was equally surprised by her response.

“Sure, that would be great!” Daria replied excitedly. For some reason, the thought of casting another spell was improving her mood dramatically. Though, she actually figured that she was feeling better because Jim must have completely forgiven her for yesterday. And for a little extra “jab” at Jim, she figured she’d wear the same leather loafers that she wore the day before. Within a half hour, there was a knock at the door.

“Come on up,” Daria said to Jim after opening the door. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into today!” Jim smiled at the thought of another weird experiment. He still trusted Daria completely, but he knew that it was going to be an interesting experience non-the-less. As he pulled up a chair next to her desk, he watched her immediately begin to page through the old book.

“Hey, this one sounds interesting,” she whispered almost to herself. Then turning to Jim she added, “How would you like to be a bug?” Daria couldn’t help but smile as she said this. The idea that her friend could be a tiny bug was almost as preposterous as him being her shoe.

“At least I’d have some mobility,” Jim said. “What kind of bug could I be?” He wanted to be more careful this time, since he didn’t want to be something too gross.

“Something cute,” Daria pondered. “How about a ladybug? They’re cute. They can fly. And they have a shell for a little extra protection.” Hmmm, Jim thought. That wouldn’t be too bad, and he would have a lot of mobility.

“Why not, let’s give it a try!” Jim said enthusiastically.

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Daria said as she read over the spell. “It looks like this one has a ‘Curse’ version of it as well. It supposedly does the same thing as the normal version, but it’s much shorter to cast. Both seem to be cancelled by the same counter spell, so it shouldn’t make any difference. Want to try being cursed?” She was hoping he would say “Yes”, since it seemed to be an easier version of the spell.

“Sure, I suppose I can see what scientific difference there is between a ‘Curse’ and a ‘Normal Spell.’” Jim responded. “As long as you are sure you can reverse it easily enough.” He wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to be trapped as a ladybug for the rest of his life.

“Yep, it looks simple,” Daria replied after making sure that the counter spell would work for the curse. “How about taking a seat where you did last time.” Jim walked over to the clear area of Daria’s bedroom and sat down. His heart began to beat faster, knowing that this spell might actually work. The idea of being something so alien to his normal self was both frightening and a little exciting. He held his breath as Daria began the incantation. But this time, something was definitely different…

Daria was surprised at how easily it was to cast the curse. And the magical energy seemed much stronger this time as the words burned themselves into her memory. It appeared curses were far easier to memorize. And the euphoria she was experiencing made it that much better. Why wouldn’t everyone use curses instead of the long boring route. As she finished the 10 second spell, she turned to see the affect it had on Jim.

From his perspective, Jim was having a horrendous time. There had been no real pain when he was transformed into a shoe, but that was not the case this time. It felt like hot needles were being slowly plunged into every part of his flesh. His head felt like it was ready to explode with the worst migraine he had ever encountered. He could only curl up in a ball while the spell continued to twist his body. Jim couldn’t even scream as his chest was completely contracted. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he finally lost consciousness for a brief time. But when he opened his eyes, everything was better.

“Are you alright?!” Daria’s loud voice was shouting down. Jim looked around and was amazed at how gigantic everything was. He didn’t get far before he recognized a familiar black, leather loafer the size of a building. He turned his eyes upward to see Daria crouching down over him. Jim’s mind couldn’t even comprehend her size as he stood there, simply in awe. Focusing back on the ground, he decided to try walking. He could tell he had more legs than he used to and began trying to move. It was a rather clumsy effort.

“You are OK!” Daria laughed as she watched the tiny bug between her feet struggle to walk. But she felt much different this time. The spell was completed, and she had been worried about Jim at first. However, now that she knew he was alright, a new feeling began entering her mind… What would it be like to raise her foot over Jim and slowly crunch out his tiny existence? He was just a bug after all, wasn’t he? These thoughts were accompanied by waves of magical, almost lustful, energy coursing through her body. It wasn’t like this yesterday. She knew it was wrong, but somehow, it would feel so incredibly right.

Daria shook her head to clear those horrible thoughts. She had to concentrate on Jim and making sure he wasn’t getting into trouble… But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun, too.

“If you can understand me, crawl towards my left shoe,” Daria said. And as the little bug made its way towards her leather shoe, the excitement once again began to grow. She could feel her breathing getting quicker, and a slight warmth spreading across her cheeks. How far could she get Jim to go?

For Jim, he was finally getting the hang of all this walking. It was just like marching, and his legs didn’t seem to get tired. It appeared being a bug had a slight advantage, in that he seemed to have a great reserve of strength. Before he knew it, he was right in front of Daria’s left shoe. With only a slight hesitation, he tried climbing up the side of it. The ability to cling to a surface was so cool! He felt like spider-man, except that he was actually a bug. But it was so easy to climb up this leather surface, and soon he was on top of the loafer, walking towards the top of Daria’s bare foot.

“Go ahead and get on,” Daria instructed. Jim was so proud of the way things were going, he just walked onto the top of Daria’s foot. The sensation for Daria was intense. Here was a tiny bug on the top of her foot. The only thought that went through her mind was how great it would feel to have him under her foot. Only in the faintest corner of her mind did she think about the fact that this bug was her friend Jim. Unfortunately, that only made it more exciting. With the fantastic feeling of energy coursing through her body, Daria popped her heel out of her shoe.

“I dare you to climb down into my shoe,” she said with a slight giggle. “It can’t be any worse than yesterday, can it?” Jim had just begun getting used to walking on the softer surface of Daria’s foot when he had felt it move. A slight smell wafted up from the tiny space that was created by Daria pulling her bare foot ever-so-slightly out of the shoe. He turned around and looked at that tiny opening and pondered whether he really wanted to experience anything like yesterday. It might even be worse, Jim thought, since the opening was so tiny he would have to walk between Daria’s toes.

“Here, let me help you get started,” Daria replied to his unspoken hesitation. For Jim, he felt a shove from behind and saw that he was heading right for the crevice between Daria’s big and second toes. Before he could figure out how to hang on tighter, Daria had wedged him into that sweaty darkness. The smell that assailed him was abysmal, and he immediately began struggling to turn around and get out. However, Daria was almost jumping out of her skin in ecstasy, feeling Jim squirming between her toes. With only a slight thought to his welfare, she pushed her foot back into her black, leather loafer.

Poor Jim didn’t know exactly what to do. The soft, grimy walls of flesh had begun squeezing him even more. He knew that Daria had put her foot back into her shoe, so he wasn’t exactly sure how to get out. To make things worse, Daria began grinding her giant toes together, covering Jim with sweaty grime. He knew he had to get out of here fast, so he figured his only hope would be to get to the arch of Daria’s foot. However, that meant going down first. So, trying not to think of his disgusting surroundings, he began moving downwards, between Daria’s toes.

Daria was simply panting with the extreme feelings she was having. To have a living thing crawling between her toes, and knowing that it was someone who trusted her as a friend, was incredibly erotic. It had to be the magical energy causing these feelings, but she didn’t really care what the source was. The fact that it was so intense was probably caused by the spell being a curse instead of simply a transformation. But further analysis of the entire thing wasn’t necessary. Daria knew she simply wanted to feel what it was like to squash Jim beneath her toe. All she had to do was get him there.

“I’m just playing around, Jim,” Daria said. “I’ll remove my foot if you’ll crawl under my big toe.” She tried to say it in a normal voice, and she was pretty sure it came out OK. Jim had gotten through his gauntlet of sweat and toe filth and had just reached the soft leather insole. His little mouth had actually swallowed some of that grime that was between Daria’s toes, and he was completely disgusted by it. He was definitely going to say something to Daria about the games she was playing. After looking around, Jim saw that there was plenty of room in the front of the shoe, but there was no way to get past any part of Daria’s bare foot without her letting him. He couldn’t even get to the arch without her lifting up the ball of her foot to let him through. So, figuring he didn’t have a whole lot of choice, Jim started crawling towards Daria’s gigantic big toe. She was already lifting it up, and he hesitantly began walking beneath it. He could feel his shell touch the rubbery bottom of that big toe, and part of him was a little nervous. After all, if Daria wasn’t careful, Jim might end up crushed beneath his friend’s sweaty toe, inside her shoe. How disgusting could a person’s death be?

As soon as he reached the bottom of the indentation, the colossal ceiling of wet flesh descended. Jim tried to support the weight with his legs, but Daria didn’t seem to be aware of how much her big toe weighed. But Daria didn’t really care about the weight of her big toe. She just wanted to experience how easily it could crack the shell of a ladybug.

“Poor little ladybug,” Daria said with a smile forming, “it looks like you crawled into a bad place. My big, soft toe will have to put you out of your misery.” At this Jim began to get real nervous. But realistically, Daria wouldn’t squash him. She was a good friend, and he figured she just wanted to humiliate him a bit more.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Daria continued. “But there is something inside of me that really wants to know what it feels like to crush you beneath my toe. It will be almost effortless to end your life with a simple movement. The fact that you are stuck in my shoe makes it even better for me. I hope you understand. After all, that’s what friends are for. But feel free to struggle if it makes you feel any better.” Jim’s heart dropped as he felt the giant toe above him begin to come down. His tiny legs weren’t up to the task of holding that much weight above him. How did he get into this?! Was he really going to die by being crushed by a girl’s big toe?! Inside her stinking leather shoe?! He could feel himself being pushed further into the soft leather as the soft flesh of Daria’s toe surrounded him. There was putrid sweat from Daria’s bare foot all over the place, and he was nearly drowning in the vile liquid. The pressure continued to increase as he felt his shell crack. The pain was excruciating, and it was only matched by the stench all around him. He knew he was done for. He would die in this horrible shoe, compressed for Daria’s enjoyment by her toe. What was wrong with her!

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Steve walked in. Steve was the best friend of Daria’s brother, Peter. Steve had always found Daria very attractive and had used any excuse to talk to her. Unlike Jim, however, he was more outgoing and didn’t mind annoying Daria with his self-centered chatter. Steve always figured that Daria might like him more if he constantly told her how great a guy he was. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Hi, Daria, is Pete home?” Steve said as he walked into the room. He was almost one of the family since he came over so often, and it wasn’t surprising that he had just let himself into the house without knocking. The fact that Peter wasn’t home meant that Daria would have to enjoy an endless amount of useless conversation. However, in an instant, Daria’s strong desire to crush her friend Jim was turned into rage at this rude interruption. Without even thinking, the words to the curse she had cast earlier flowed into her head and through her lips. Steve looked confused at the strange language being spoken by Daria, but he was more confused by the results. As pain twisted through his entire body, he gave one final gasp before losing consciousness. Daria watched with glee as Steve shrunk and changed before her eyes. She knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Jim was joyful that the pressure had been lifted off of him, but knew that he had to get out from under Daria’s toe. As it lifted off of him for a brief second, he was surprised that he was stuck to the sweaty underside of the gigantic toe. Rather disgusted, but still very fearful, he tried opening his wings. Moving his cracked shell was horribly painful, but it allowed him to drop back to the surface of the insole. Trying to ignore the pain, Jim immediately began walking out of the depression that he had almost been crushed in. It was hard to get a grip on the smooth, wet surface, but he managed well enough.

“I hope you’ve moved Jim, because you may have just got a stay of execution,” came the euphoric voice of Daria. Jim was thankful that he hadn’t wasted any time as Daria’s big toe came crashing back down behind him. He was now safe, but still stuck inside Daria’s loafer. Daria walked over and looked down at the second ladybug she had just created. The second casting of the curse had filled her with so much pleasurable energy that she was nearly bursting. There was but a single thought in her mind… Torture this little bug… Torture it until it flattens out beneath her. A smile formed on her lips as tiny Steve regained consciousness.

SPELLS - VOLUME 3

As ideas began flooding through Daria’s mind, she knew she had to act fast. She quickly reached down and picked up Steve, then removed the shoe that wasn’t holding Jim. Steve couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. He had no idea why his arms and legs wouldn’t work, or how Daria could be so unimaginably huge. As she picked him up, though, he felt safe in the soft embrace of her giant fingers. But this didn’t last long before he was falling briefly through the air to land on a soft wet object. What was going on?

“Stay still and everything will be just fine,” the beautiful giantess whispered down to him. As she lifted up her bare foot, though, he realized exactly where he was. The smell of his surroundings were also a huge tip-off, but he still couldn’t figure out why his legs weren’t working. As he tried to run, all he did was twirl in circles. Steve could only stare upwards at Daria’s moist, bare sole as it eclipsed all light and slowly settled on top of him. He felt completely insignificant. He had always wanted to impress Daria, but now, he was just some small object in her shoe, beneath her gigantic foot. And he couldn’t help but wonder if she knew that it stunk horribly in here. As the soft, wrinkled arch of Daria’s foot settled around him, he was unable to even move, but could only lay there and contemplate what would happen next.

For Jim, he was very relieved (and slightly apprehensive) as he watched Daria’s giant toes being pulled out of the shoe. He especially was glad to see her big toe leave, since he had almost been completely flattened by its weight. And as light filtered in, he slowly and cautiously walked to the opening.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Daria said as she looked down at him. “I was just trying to create a fun, role-playing atmosphere, and I’m not sure if you are enjoying it or not. Regardless, I’m going to change you back, since the magic is beginning to make me feel rather drained.” It was far from the truth, since the magic was causing Daria to feel more and more alive. But deep down, she knew that it would be better if Jim left. At least for today. So as Jim crawled out of her shoe, she began reading the counter spell for the bug transformation. Jim was in pain, but was very relieved as he suddenly found himself back to normal size. He just laid their panting for a second as he tried to think of what to say to Daria.

But Daria was no longer feeling that good. As soon as the counter spell was finished, all the exciting energy that she had felt coursing through her body ebbed away. It was a very depressing feeling, and she almost felt like collapsing. When Jim looked over at her, he actually felt quite sorry for her. She looked sad, depressed, and simply exhausted. There was no way he could yell at her for playing a little too rough.

“I’d better go,” Jim said quietly. “We just need to take things a little slower next time. Are you going to be alright?” Daria looked up and nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” she replied. “It just takes a lot out of me. I think I’m just going to take a long nap. Why don’t we get together again next weekend and try some safer spells?” Jim just smiled and nodded. That would make him feel better, indeed.

“Bye,” was all he said as he left her bedroom. However, what he didn’t see is a slow smile creep over Daria’s full lips. While a lot of the energy had left her, there was still some left. And as Steve began squirming against the sole of her foot, more and more energy was beginning to pump its way into her. Perhaps another spell would make her feel better. As she turned the pages in the spell book, Jim drove out of the driveway.

On his way home, Jim went through all the stuff that had happened this weekend. Daria definitely seemed to have a repressed aggressive side to her that needed to come out from time to time. Kyle was most likely to blame for her repressed feelings, but there was nothing Jim could do about that. Or was there… Perhaps he could get Kyle involved in some of this spell testing and then coax Daria to take out some of her aggression on Kyle. Nothing permanent, but just enough so that both of them could see that they weren’t right for each other. This would take more thought, but he had a week to some up with some very interesting suggestions.

Poor Steve was slowly suffocating beneath the mass of sweaty flesh that was Daria’s bare sole. The sweat seemed to come from everywhere, and he wasn’t getting any more fresh air. He needed to find out what was going on, but he was completely immobilized. He was hoping that Daria would remove her foot from her shoe soon, since dying by drowning in foot sweat had to be the most demeaning way to go. At last the weight lifted off of him, and he looked up to see Daria smiling down.

“I’m sure you are wondering what is going on,” she said. “Well, I just cast a spell on you and turned you into a ladybug. I’ve decided change you back, however, since I want to try some other spells out.” Steve could only stand there and be confused at everything she was saying. Daria was talking about magic and spells and changing him into a bug, and none of this made sense. Suddenly, Daria flicked her giant foot and knocked Steve out of her shoe. But before he could do anything, pain began to shoot through his body again. Daria was pronouncing strange words and causing him to simply writhe in agony. Before long, he was once again unconscious.

Daria knew that she had to work fast if she wanted to try the new Miniaturization curse. And she also didn’t want the feeling of the magical energy to diminish too far. As it began to ebb inside her, Daria began reciting the words to the curse. Once again her emotions began to soar as the magic began to do its work. Steve twitched a little as his body began to shrink. The initial pain woke him up, and he was able to watch as the world got bigger around him. The pain was still intense, but not as bad as being transformed into a bug. When he was down to three feet tall, he stopped shrinking. Daria decided that while it would be fun to torture Steve at his reduced size, she had to make sure that he couldn’t get away.

As soon as the Miniaturization curse ended, she flipped the pages to get to the Paralyzation curse. Steve, however, wasn’t going to waste any time. While Daria was an extremely pretty girl, she now looked to be over ten feet tall to Steve. And he wasn’t really sure about her motives. So he staggered to his feet and began moving to the door. But as he reached for the doorknob, all his muscles seized up, and he fell over onto his back. Daria felt yet another surge of energy, which was making her simply insane with power. But one more spell had to be cast before she could begin her fun. She had to make sure no one could hear what was going on in this room, so she quickly turned the page to the Soundless spell. Daria was disappointed that it couldn’t be cast as a curse, but she needed it none-the-less.

Steve could do nothing but try to figure out which parts of his body (if any) weren’t paralyzed. So as Daria read more mystical words, he tried all the different muscles in his body. It appeared that he was not completely immobilized. His facial muscles worked, just above the neck. So while all he could do was stare towards the ceiling, he could still talk and move his eyes a little.

“Are you comfy?” Daria asked as she slowly walked over to him. Steve was very impressed by her size, but at least she wasn’t hundreds of feet tall like when he was stuck in her shoe. Daria was simply quivering with the intoxicating magical energy swirling inside of her.

“What’s going on here, Daria?” Steve asked. She just smiled down at him as she began to take off some of her clothes. Steve was nervous, but a little turned on at what the upcoming possibilities could be.

“Well, I need to get a little more into character,” Daria explained as she removed her shirt and shorts. “And you just have to lay there.” Daria wanted to savor this situation in every detail. She knew that she wanted to feel every little thing that she did to Steve and looking a little sexy would be a plus as well. So thinking that “tight” would be the way to go, she put on a pair of black spandex pants and a black sports bra. To compliment her ensemble, she chose a pair of black, high-heeled pumps. This was going to be fun.

“What are you doing?” Steve questioned nervously. He had heard her change clothes, but hadn’t seen her, yet. As she walked into his field of vision, he was blown away by this side of Daria. The tightness of her clothes showed her perfect curves in all the right places. He was so turned on by this extra-tall girl that he decided he really didn’t care what was going to happen. He was sure it was going to be fun. Unfortunately, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Daria began as she removed her right pump and held her bare foot over Steve’s face. “By the end of today, I will have shrunk you down to a half-inch tall and slowly squished you between this soft big toe and the insole of my leather pump. But that isn’t going to happen for a while, yet, since we are going to have such an entertaining time seeing how much fun I can have with you.” Daria was actually beginning to sweat with an almost sexual excitement as she put her bare foot back into her shoe. Then, stepping forward onto Steve’s right forearm with her right foot, she began to apply pressure.

“Oh, and if you feel the need to scream, go ahead,” Daria smiled. “I’ve cast a spell that will make sure no sound travels outside of this room. So scream away!” And with that, she applied a slight pressure to Steve’s forearm which caused his fingers to curl slightly. Then, she placed her left foot over the fingers and began to step down.

“Please don’t do this!” Steve begged, looking up at Daria. But she was too far into this to back down now. And the crackling sound that the fingers made as she stepped down full-weight was so extremely satisfying that she almost didn’t realize how much Steve’s scream added to the experience. She stood there for a moment savoring the new energy coming through the sole of her foot and up her leg, before shifting her weight back to her right foot. Steve’s scream resounded in her ears like music as the double crunch of his forearm bones accompanied it. More energy flooded up Daria’s other leg. And as the two charges came together, Daria had to scream as well. It was like an orgasm, but there was no ebb. She staggered onto the bed panting, until the erotic feeling subsided enough for her to continue.

Steve’s mind swirled with pain as he tried to figure out what he could do to get out of this. But the one thought that continued to echo in his mind was the fact the he would be squished inside Daria’s shoe by her big toe. And there was no doubt that it could happen.

“Wow, that was awesome,” Daria said breathily. “I’ve got to get a better feeling for that, though. Maybe I should sit down and think.” Steve watched as she sat her tight, spandex-covered ass down on his right thigh. At first the sensation felt great as the perfectly rounded butt first touched his leg, but as Daria settled her weight down, it ceased to have any element of joy. At almost twice his size, she weighed a lot more than was comfortable. But that wasn’t the worse part. Daria reached over and grabbed his ankle. With obvious, sinister glee, she began to pull it upwards. Steve began screaming as the pain in his knee increased. Unfortunately, it required very little pressure before the kneecap popped. Daria let go of the lower leg and leaned back in renewed ecstasy. The spark that went through her as she felt his knee snap was powerful. She was very glad she wore tight clothes as the snap still seemed to echo upwards through her entire body.

“That felt fantastic, too,” Daria purred as she turned to look at Steve’s anguished face. He was in horrible pain, and just continued muttering and begging for her to stop. But instead, she turned over. She loved the way the snap felt as it thudded against her firm ass. The other knee would feel even better if she could feel the pop through her soft breasts. So, lying across Steve’s thighs, she gently placed her breasts on either side of the condemned joint.

“Please don’t,” begged Steve. Even though he was once again getting slightly turned on from having this girl touch his leg with her breasts, he didn’t want the pain that was to come. Daria just turned and gave him a predatory smile. Then, bracing his left thigh with her hand, she reached over and pulled his ankle upwards. It didn’t take long for the stressed joint to snap like the other one. Daria gasped at the sensation as Steve screamed. For the amount of shear pain Steve felt, Daria seemed to feel a matching pleasure. And it felt sooo good pounding through her chest. But it was time to try something new.

“Having fun, yet?” Daria panted as she stood up. “Since I have the ultimate power of pain, how about you worship me like the goddess I am? I believe my foot could use some cleaning.” Steve watched as she stood over him and removed her left pump. Her glistening bare foot hovered over him briefly before settling on his face. The smell was a mixture of old leather and foot odor, but extremely strong.

“I didn’t really feel like showering this morning, so you had better get licking,” Daria giggled. “I want you to lick every speck of dirt from this foot. And if you think you might not want to, or that you might bite me, know that I can make this a very painful afternoon. If you clean this foot to my satisfaction, I promise I won’t step on your cute little balls. Otherwise, I may feel the need to do some nut stomping, if you take my meaning.” Steve thought only for a second before sticking out his tongue and licking. Daria did most of the maneuvering since his neck didn’t work too well, but being reduced in size made the task that much larger.

As every wrinkle Daria’s giant foot was cleaned, Daria felt power going into her. It was getting a little tough to balance, but she knew she wanted this. And she had an idea for a little more fun when this little maggot was done. Steve, however, wasn’t sure if he could accomplish this task. He was so disgusted by the sweat, dirt, and grime that he was eating that he figured he was going to vomit at any moment.

“Come on, worm,” Daria said. “I can’t wait here all day. Clean faster or I may have to provide extra motivation.” Daria then decided that it was time for her toes to get some cleaning. So starting with the smallest one first, she slowly stuck her sweaty toes into Steve’s mouth one by one. Steve paused only for a second as he sucked the dirt off those gigantic toes. He even extended his tongue into the salty crevices between the gigantic digits. His stomach churned with the vileness of what he was swallowing, but the paralyzing effects of the spell must also apply to throwing up, since the toe jam that went down his throat somehow stayed down. Steve tried not to think about what he was doing, but the degrading smile on Daria’s beautiful lips made him realize how pathetic he really was. But as he finished with the fourth toe, Daria pulled her foot away.

“Wow, you’re getting better, but my big toe can wait until later to be cleaned,” Daria paused. “I think you could do a bit better under the toenails, though. I haven’t had a decent pedicure in ages.” With a tingle going through her entire body, Daria placed each toe back into Steve’s mouth. Steve had thought he was finished when Daria’s huge foot left, but his stomach clenched as he knew what he must do now. Using his bottom teeth, he scraped the horrid filth from beneath Daria’s toenails. It tasted worse than anything he had yet tasted, and still his stomach didn’t completely revolt. It just complained loudly. This horrid task seemed to take forever, but finally Steve had finished with his toenail duties. Or at least that was what he thought.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Daria laughed. “That was sooo disgusting. But how about we finish the pedicure?” Steve’s eyes were tearing up with rage at how she humiliated him. But he could only watch as Daria balanced her heel on his chest and arched her colossal foot over his face. Then, picking up a nail clipper from her nearby dresser, she proceeded to bend down and clip the nail from her smallest toe. Steve was stunned at her arrogance as the toenail fell into his mouth.

“Now swallow,” Daria giggled. But Steve had had enough. He spit it out and smiled up at this witch.

“Go to Hell,” Steve yelled. He expected Daria to look stunned or angry, but she just smiled and lifted her foot off of him. She even put it back into her leather, high-heeled pump. But as she took a step away from her, he began to realize his mistake. To Daria, it was just the excuse she was looking for. She walked seductively around him, then stood down by his legs and pulled down his jeans and underwear. Since he was half as tall as he used to be, his testicles were tinier as well, but using the pointed toe of her pump, she slowly pinned one to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said, realizing the huge mistake he made. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t step down.” Daria really enjoyed his begging, but knew she would enjoy the next part as well. She began to press the toe of her shoe down. Steve immediately screamed, so she paused there for a few moments, relishing his anguish. Then she continued. Steve’s scream went up an octave, and his entire body broke out in sweat and began to shake.

“You’re only half the boy you used to be anyway, so you really don’t need two of these,” Daria purred evilly. And with that, she pressed down. She was surprised that she could feel the slight “pop” of his testicle through the sole of her shoe, but it just brought more pleasure to the occasion. But the real joy was in the scream this last action evoked from Steve. It wasn’t really human. It was an otherworldly sound that was actually rather faint and desperate. Steve had never felt such pain before in his life. His eyes felt like they were coming out of his head, as his stomach clenched in unimaginable pain. His scream was a high whisper as his lungs refused to work. How could Daria do this to him? Was his old attraction for her this much misplaced? He never thought she was capable of even a fraction of what she was doing to him.

“Are you ready to finish my pedicure, or should I pop the other one?” Daria asked in a stern voice. A whimper was all that escaped Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth. Daria pulled his pants back up, walked back over towards his head, and removed her bare foot from its leather-covered home. Again, she rested her heel on his chest and clipped another toenail into his mouth. With his eyes closing back tears, Steve swallowed the nail. Three more times he endured this humiliation before Daria removed her large foot from his chest.

“I must say, you are far more disgusting that I originally thought,” Daria remarked. “I mean really, who would swallow someone else’s toenails and lick the grime from between their toes? What kind of disgusting pervert would you have to be to lick a girl’s bare foot clean? I think I’m doing the world a favor in getting rid of such a vile creature. But I almost forgot, my big toe would like to be cleaned now.” Steve opened his eyes, allowing all the tears to pour out. He silently sobbed as Daria put her dirty big toe in his mouth. At least by this time, it wasn’t nearly as horrible as before. He had already swallowed the toenail clipping from it. So all he had to do was suck on it while Daria continued to enjoy his predicament. To his surprise, she didn’t just stand there in silence, but began casting a spell. Perhaps she had a change of heart and would grow him back. But as things slowly got bigger, he realized he was very wrong.

“I’ve decided to make you smaller,” Daria explained, enjoying the new burst of energy going through her. “I think you’ve pretty much showed that you could never pass as a human, anyway.” As things continued to get bigger, Steve expected Daria to remove her toe from his mouth, but instead, she just continued to stare into his eyes to observe his reactions.

“Getting a little cramped in your mouth, huh?” Daria whispered. “I wonder how this will turn out?” As a smile crept over her voluptuous mouth, Steve realized the magnitude of his predicament. Sure enough, it was getting very full in his ever-shrinking mouth. At first, he could just open his mouth wider, but now it was already at its widest. Daria continued to keep her toe in place as she watched Steve slowly shrink. She knew it wouldn’t be long before something major happened. Steve’s muffled whimpering was only turning her on more as she watched the corners of his mouth begin to split. With blood streaming down the sides of his head, there was a final crack as one side of his jaw completely dislocated from the rest of his head.

Steve cried out a muffled scream as his face was ripped in two. Daria’s toe had grown so large in his mouth that it simply split his jaw almost entirely away from the rest of his head. It dangled there on one “hinge” and some tissue. He watched the giant digit lift up with blood all over it. Daria inspected her colossal toe to see if Steve’s jaw had damaged it. A laugh escaped her lips at the results.

“It looks like my big toe is more powerful than your jaw,” she chuckled. “I bet soon it will be more powerful than your entire body. That’s how pathetic you really are. I don’t even want to spend the energy to crush you beneath my foot. I’ll let my toe simply mash you into paste.” By this time, Steve had been reduced to a few inches tall and he continued to shrink. As he got smaller, Daria continued to get more and more excited. She wanted to feel the energy course through her again, and she knew it would happen at Steve’s final goodbye.

Steve could only watch as Daria reached down and picked up his tiny form, though in an almost gentle manner. He heard her remove her other shoe and could feel the moist stench envelop his body as he was lowered into the toe section. It was a simple matter for him to slide into the depression made by Daria’s big toe. It was still so warm and sweaty, and he knew it would not have the chance to get cold.

“I guess we don’t need the Soundless spell anymore,” Daria said to herself as she cast the counter for it. “Now you can feel free to scream as much as you want. And I think I will allow you to move, once you are secured by my lovely big toe. Isn’t that nice?” Steve was forced to watch as his doom approached. Up the leather incline of the high-heeled pump, he could see the unimaginably gigantic toes of Daria’s foot coming towards him.

“Take a last look at the light, since you will never see any again,” Daria advised. As the light lessened, Steve knew his time had come to an end. The smell from those toes almost overwhelmed him, and he wished he could breathe fresh air one more time. But as darkness overtook him, all he felt was a shiver run through his body as the soft, rubbery wet blanket of Daria’s big toe covered him. He was only a Sophomore in high school, and now he was going to be crushed by the slightest effort by a beautiful Senior girl. The sister of his best friend. He almost felt like he deserved it. But a brief glimmer of hope sparked inside him as the Paralyzation spell was cancelled. Using his good arm, he pressed up into the soft, slightly-yielding ceiling above him. He began to try to squirm out from under it as best he could.

“Keep squirming, worm,” Daria whispered to herself. This was exactly what she was hoping for. By canceling the other two spells, she felt some of the exciting energy leave her body, but the squirming of this bug beneath her toe, and the fact that she was going to snuff out its life, were giving her warm feelings that were spreading throughout her entire body. Those feelings continued to work into a frenzy of excitement as Steve struggled for his life. Daria, however, kept enough pressure on his tiny frame to make sure he would never leave the tomb that was simply her old dress shoe. Steve continued to struggle, but the air was getting stuffy, and he was so weak.

“Goodbye my feeble little slug,” Daria panted out loud. “Your only use is to provide me with the ultimate pleasure. It’s too bad that you are so pathetic you don’t deserve anything more than being crushed by some girl’s toe. Good riddance…” And for the first time in her life, Daria gave up any remnants of pacifism and pressed her toe down. Steve gave a final grunt as the putrid, rubbery flesh of this beautiful giantess’ big toe surrounded him, then reduced him to paste against the leather insole of a girl’s high-heeled pump. “Why me?” was his last thought.

The lightening bolt of energy that went through Daria’s body was more intense than she expected. It was indescribable and seemed to last an entire lifetime. The intensity was such that she collapsed onto her bed in complete ecstasy. She didn’t know how long she drifted in this sea of bliss, or when her consciousness would return to her body. But for now, she would exist in this paradise in perpetual delight…

SPELLS - VOLUME 4

The thudding in her head indicated to Daria that someone might be knocking on a door. Everything was dark around her, and she had no idea what time it was. She felt confused and almost amnesiac. What day was it? Where was she? Is it morning or night?

“Daria, are you OK?” came her mother’s voice from behind the door. “I just got back from work and your brother said he hasn’t seen you all day.” Well, that must mean it’s at least 10:00 pm on some night. But her mind felt like molasses.

“I’m fine,” Daria responded. “I just didn’t feel well all day and have been trying to get some rest.” Her heart pounded as she waited to see if what she said was accepted.

“Well, I hope you feel better for school tomorrow,” her mom’s voice answered. The footsteps walking away gave Daria a chance to try to figure out what was happening. She reached over and clicked the light by her bed on. Looking around, there weren’t a whole lot of clues as to how she spent the day. But as she looked at her desk and saw the spell book, a sinking feeling began to enter into her mind. Then she looked at how she was dressed, and images began to flash through her tired brain. Something had happened with her brother’s friend Steve… or maybe it was a dream. She hoped everything was alright with him, since he was one of her brother’s nicer friends. She even considered him rather cute. But she had a boyfriend, and dating a Sophomore was not something she was ready to do.

It didn’t really matter right now, anyway, since she found herself to be very tired and knew that school would be coming up fast. Glancing at the Calendar, it was Sunday and tomorrow was the start of a whole new week. But as she removed her left high-heeled shoe, she noticed she had blood on her big toe. That was odd, she thought. It was then that more images flooded her mind. Steve was being tortured… He was shrinking… Someone was putting his tiny form in a black, high-heeled pump…

Daria had only a second to dive for the garbage basket as waves of nausea hit. She was remembering. Even though she hardly had anything to eat, her stomach contracted several times. Had everything she just saw really happened? Slowly, she sat back on her bed and looked at her right shoe. Could Steve’s tiny body really have been crushed by her big toe? She had to know. Crossing her legs, Daria slowly pulled off her old black, leather pump. As her toes cleared the edge, she could see blood on this big toe as well. She dropped the shoe and turned her foot completely over. Sure enough, there, plastered to the soft pad of her big toe was the tiny outline of a person. Daria tried to look closer to see if she could recognize whether it was Steve or not, but there was no way to know. And as a new round of nausea hit, she realized it didn’t matter.

After heaving several more times, Daria felt any and all remnants of normalcy leave her. She had felt sad before, but this was far worse. As depression washed over her, she curled up in a ball and cried. She had done a monstrous thing. This wasn’t something that could be fixed. This wasn’t something that could be forgiven. She had killed a person by torturing them, before making them suffer the ultimate humiliation and squishing them with her big toe inside an old, smelly shoe. It made her even more depressed that she hadn’t felt well enough to shower this morning. To die inside her old worn pumps by a giant foot had to be a worse torment than anyone could have devised in the world without magic.

Summoning what strength she had left, Daria took a tissue and wiped Steve’s dried remains from her toe. Then, she went into the bathroom to try to get herself clean in the shower. Needless to say, Daria didn’t come out for some time. She continued to scrub her feet and body well after all traces of blood and dirt were gone. Finally, she decided to crawl back into bed. There, all strength left her, and Daria sobbed herself to sleep.

Monday came and went, and Daria barely left her bed. She didn’t bother to eat anything all day and told her mom that she was very sick. Daria drifted in and out of nightmares, wishing she would just fade away. She had taken someone’s life, and now she wished she could some how take her own. Tuesday passed much the same as Monday, but Daria actually ate dinner, mainly due to her mom’s urging.

“If you’re still sick tomorrow, I’ll take you to the doctor,” her mother cautioned. Daria knew exactly what was implied. She had better make it into school tomorrow since the excuse was no longer working. So after shuffling off to bed, Daria promised herself that she would at least try to get back to some semblance of normal life.

However, Wednesday turned out to be a disaster. Her Chemistry teacher Mr. Morton gave a test, and Daria couldn’t convince him that she needed an extra day to study, since she had been so sick. He just smiled his pudgy grin and gave her the test anyway. And as expected, she failed the test. On top of that, Kyle showed her no sympathy at her “illness” or her testing problem.

“Why haven’t you called me?” Kyle asked. “You’re going to be ready on Friday to go to the prom, aren’t you?” Kyle was definitely concerned about Friday’s dance, since he had already bought his ticket. And the fact that Daria hadn’t talked to him since last Saturday was rather insulting.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t feeling well, but I’m sure I’ll feel good enough on Friday,” Daria said submissively. But there was a tiny spark inside her that held a bit of anger for how Kyle was treating her. However, it was too small of a spark to rouse her into expressing her anger to Kyle.

“You better feel good enough,” Kyle insisted. “I don’t want to be the loser who goes to prom without a date. And you should feel grateful that I’m taking you.” Kyle didn’t really have much more time to talk, since his next class was starting soon, so he gave Daria a quick kiss and headed off. Daria simply went through the motions of the rest of her classes and was thankful to be going home for the day. The “F” she got on the Chemistry test was weighing heavily on her, and she needed time to find out how she was going to improve her grade.

The answer came to her that evening as she opened up her Chemistry book for her homework. Perhaps there was a way to make Mr. Morton reconsider his grade for her. The answer wasn’t in the Chemistry book, but rather in the other book she had on her desk. Perhaps there was a spell to help someone change their mind. Setting down the Chemistry book, Daria felt excitement growing as she paged through the ancient spell book. Sure enough, there was a Mind Control spell that was fairly simple to cast. The trick with the spell was that it was cast silently. It would take extreme concentration to pull off, but it seemed to be the only answer. Interestingly enough, the spell after it provided another possibility. Mind Reading could gain some personal secrets from Mr. Morton (most of which probably involved eating too much) that could be used for blackmail purposes. It also was silent and took great concentration, but she ought to be able to make one of them work.

So rather than study Chemistry, Daria decided to memorize the Mind Control spell and also the Mind Reading spell which could be used as backup. She was in a decidedly better mood all day Thursday as she prepared herself with the confrontation with Mr. Morton. As soon as the final bell rang, she made her way to the Chemistry room. There was the rotund bastard sitting behind his desk.

“Excuse me, Mr. Morton,” Daria began as she walked in. “I was wondering if we could talk about my test grade.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Daria, I told the class about the test last week,” was Mr. Morton’s reply. He loved his position of power, and this pretty little student wasn’t going to use her appearance to control him. He couldn’t have been more right, since Daria didn’t have to use her appearance when something more powerful would do. She concentrated hard and cast the spell. She knew it went off correctly from the thrill of energy that began coursing through her.

[Perhaps you can make an exception] Daria tried to project into Mr. Morton’s mind.

“Perhaps I can make an exception in your case, though,” Mr. Morton replied. Both Daria and Mr. Morton were stunned at what was just said. Daria couldn’t believe the spell worked so well, and Mr. Morton couldn’t believe what he had just said.

“Oh, thank you Mr. Morton, I really appreciate it!” Daria gushed in mock jubilation. Mr. Morton couldn’t really think of anything to do but just smile.

[Why don’t we just use an average of my past tests] Daria concentrated. Could this actually work?

“Rather than have you take the test over, I could just use an average of your previous tests,” Mr. Morton said. Again, Daria wasted no time in jumping on what was just said.

“You are just too kind, Mr. Morton, this really makes me feel much better!” Daria said excitedly. “Could you change it right away?” Mr. Morton was at a loss for words, but he didn’t want to let on about any mental problems he might be having. He simply nodded as he got out his grade book. Calculating Daria’s test average quickly, he changed her grade and closed his book. By this time, he was sweating profusely, deciding that he might need to schedule an appointment with his therapist.

Daria was about to leave when she decided to try the other spell just for fun. She was still feeling euphoric from the last spell she cast, so she figured Mind Reading should be simple enough. Once again, the energy coursed through her, and she found she could hear Mr. Morton’s thoughts. Daria could barely control her laughter as Mr. Morton tried to determine if he was going crazy or not.

As Daria probed deeper into Mr. Morton’s mind, however, all laughter subsided. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A slightly younger Mr. Morton was kissing a young girl in the back room of the Chemistry lab. She could feel the power Mr. Morton felt at the time as he forced himself on this student. She could see the tears glistening on the girl’s cheeks. But more than any of this, Daria could feel a rage rising in her that she never knew existed. This bastard would pay! And she would be the judge, jury, and executioner!

A renewed blast of energy exploded through her body as she recited the words of a curse she knew well. Mr. Morton had barely recovered from his mental “episode” when he felt pain shake his large body. But to Daria, it wasn’t so large anymore. In fact, it was getting decidedly smaller by the second. She chuckled to herself about the shear amount of weight she helped Mr. Morton lose as he was reduced to two inches tall.

“Welcome to Hell, Mr. Morton,” Daria calmly said as she walked around the desk to pick the tiny man up from his chair. It was then she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t even think, she simply reacted. The same words uttered only moments before once again flowed from her lips. Picking up the tiny Mr. Morton, Daria quickly made her way into the back room. There, on the floor, was another tiny person. Daria knew she didn’t have much time, so she quickly picked up the second miniaturized person and made her way out of the Chemistry rooms. Going quickly to the bathroom, she placed Mr. Morton in her purse and closed the stall door. Then, she opened her hand.

The person in her hand was a Freshman boy Daria had seen around before. She felt bad that she had shrunk him, but no one could know that she could cast spells. And she definitely couldn’t have anyone know that she was responsible for Mr. Morton’s disappearance. So any pity she might have felt at the student’s fate was overcome by the power she felt at deciding what would happen to the boy.

“What’s your name?” Daria asked, holding the Freshman up to her ear.

“Greg!” he shouted into her ear. “Please don’t hurt me, I won’t tell anyone what I saw.” But Daria realized she really couldn’t take a chance on that. Concentrating hard, she cast the Mind Reading spell on Greg. She needed one piece of information that might make his death a little easier to bear. Did Greg have a crush on any girls? …A Freshman, Mary Lighter…

“Well, Greg, I’ll give you two choices,” she explained. “Either I can step on you, or I can have Mary Lighter step on you. I happen to know that you are attracted to her, and you might feel better if she did it.” Greg was in shock. These weren’t choices, they were death sentences. Sure he had a crush on Mary, but he didn’t want to die by being stepped on by her. But then again, he didn’t want to die by being stepped on by this Senior bitch, either.

“Please don’t step on me!” Greg begged. “I promise I’ll keep quiet about everything.” But Daria knew what had to be done.

“Since you don’t want me to step on you, I’ll grant your request to have Mary do it,” Daria said in a firm tone. Scanning further in Greg’s mind, he quickly saw that Mary played the violin in the orchestra, which was why Greg was staying late today in the Chemistry lab. He was going to conveniently cross paths with her as she left practice. He had done this numerous times in the past, but since he was so shy, the most they had ever said was “hi.” Knowing her destination, Daria walked to the band area of the school.

It didn’t take her long to find where the orchestra was practicing, and she could even see Mary through the door window. She was a cute little blond who obviously wanted to do well at tonight’s performance. She had on a white shirt, a black skirt, nylons, and black flats. This wasn’t going to be too hard to engineer. So, placing Greg down by the drinking fountain, she quickly changed his curse. Now he was a tad bit smaller, but had a few more legs. Greg really had no realization at what he had become, but Daria just smiled as she looked at the little black ant standing beneath the fountain. Knowing that it would take Greg a while to figure out how to walk, Daria quickly looked through the door window and cast yet another spell of Mind Control. It was a little easier this time, but still took a lot of concentration.

[Your very thirsty] went the message. And to Daria’s delight, Mary put down her violin and began walking towards the door. Daria quickly went down the hall and behind a corner. Mary walked out the door and over to the drinking fountain. Poor Greg was simply shaking in fright as he saw Mary’s two gigantic leather pumps appear on either side of him. He had seen her wearing those black shoes all day and on numerous other occasions, but never this close up.

[Look down] Daria projected. Mary finished getting a drink and looked down.

“Oh, what a cute little ant,” Mary said as she bent down. “All by yourself, huh?” Mary began playfully spinning the ant with her finger. It was a strange feeling for Greg, as he was both frightened and excited. The touch of Mary’s finger was stimulating, and he was able to look up into her beautiful face. She would never harm him. She even thought he was cute! Mary didn’t mind bugs, which was strange to most of her friends. Greg’s heart skipped a beat as Mary’s two fingers reached around and picked him up. His excitement heightened as he felt her drop him on the soft palm of her other hand. This wasn’t too bad at all.

“Do you want to come and listen to me play?” Mary asked the tiny ant. “Let’s go.” And with that, Mary went back into the room. But Daria wasn’t quite finished. She snuck back to the door and looked through.

[Put him in your shoe]

“I need to keep you somewhere, so how about in my shoe,” Mary said. She was a little confused by why she had said that, but the ant had to go somewhere. So she lifted her nylon-covered foot out of her flats and dropped the tiny ant in. Greg was stunned by what he heard, but even more so about landing on the wet, leather insole of Mary’s shoe. It was so hot and humid in there that he could actually see vapor rising up. Mary wasted no time in tilting the shoe and replacing it on her foot. The darkness that enveloped Greg in the toe section wasn’t that bad, since he had some kind of sense or vision that allowed him to see in the dark. But the smell was incredibly hard to bear. He didn’t know if ants normally had a sense of smell, but he knew he did. And even though he was getting the hang of walking, he didn’t have anywhere to go. It appeared he was stuck in Mary’s shoe. Greg always wanted to get closer to Mary, but not like this. This was disgusting!

And as Mary began to practice again, Greg could only watch her sweaty toes tap out the beat of whatever music she was playing. How long would she keep him in here? Did she do this to other bugs? Maybe she wasn’t as great as he had thought. Mary was kind of puzzled about putting the bug in her shoe, but she had to admit that it was kind of fun. Occasionally, one of her toes would brush against the little ant, and she would feel a little spark of excitement course through her. But Mary had no way of knowing that it was the magical energy of a curse that was making her feel that way.

[Step on the ant] Daria sent after Mary had finished practicing her current song. At that, Mary pulled her foot out of her shoe and looked in.

“I hope you didn’t suffer too much in there,” Mary chuckled. “But I think it’s time you came out.” Greg was glad to get some fresh air, and was even more excited as Mary tipped her shoe and he rolled out. At last he could see clearly and breathe well. Mary just looked down at the little creature. For some reason, she felt compelled to place her foot on top of him and step down. Why? She wondered. That was the question on Greg’s mind, too, as he looked up to see the silky smooth sole of Mary’s foot descending on him. It felt soft and wet as Mary began resting more of her foot on him. He was trapped directly below the ball of her foot, and there was nothing to do. Mary felt more and more energy coming up her foot from this tiny little creature. Even without Daria’s suggestions, Mary was feeling a compulsion to step down on this little ant.

“Bye, little bug,” Mary said happily. “Thanks for listening to me play, but I think you would make me happier if I heard you crunch beneath my foot.” And with that, Greg knew the end was near. Part of him was glad that he at least got to feel the touch of Mary’s hand, but it really sucked that he was going to be crushed by her reeking foot. The light was once again cut out as he was surrounded by the soft pad of Mary’s nyloned foot. The pressure on his shell increased and pain began to shoot through his body. He was going to be squished beneath a girl’s foot. This was so sick and twisted! At least it was Mary’s foot… That was Greg’s last thought as his exoskeleton collapsed beneath Mary’s weight. Mary felt a release of energy that was completely unexplainable. She felt happy and relieved. She knew that tonight was going to be the best performance of her life. Perhaps she should step on more ants…

Daria felt the release of energy too, but not as intense. She had felt the fear and desperation from her Mind Reading spell that had been active on Greg. And, somehow, as his anxiety grew, Daria felt more and more energy flowing to her. It was a little different, though, being an almost softer type of energy. She didn’t feel the guilt that she had felt before. After all, she hadn’t killed anyone. Perhaps it was some kind of rationalization, but it didn’t really matter. With this job done, Daria could now turn her attention to Mr. Morton. And she knew exactly what she would be doing. Mr. Morton’s fate wouldn’t be decided until tomorrow. After all, how long had it been since Mr. Morton had gone to the prom…

SPELLS - VOLUME 5

Daria was way too excited for prom to come. True, it was only one day away, but she was developing a wonderful plan for Mr. Morton. He would pay for what he did to that girl, and who knows how many other girls. On top of that, Daria was also excited just to go to the prom. After all, it was almost a right of passage. College loomed ahead, and that meant that she was no longer a child. And after the past week, she definitely didn’t feel like a child anymore. More like a goddess. But Daria’s thoughts were interrupted as the phone rang.

“Hello,” she answered. As soon as the voice on the other end spoke, she knew it was Kyle.

“You are going to prom tomorrow night, right?” Kyle asked.

“Of course, and I’m very excited about it,” Daria responded.

“And since I picked up the tickets, you’re taking me out to dinner, right?” Kyle questioned in a tone that indicated it wasn’t really a question. But Daria was a little miffed.

“That doesn’t make any sense, we each paid for our own ticket!” Daria pointed out. She was actually surprised at how quickly she got angry.

“Yeah, but you get to go to the prom with me,” Kyle responded firmly. “After all, I could have picked anybody.” He knew he had her there. To Kyle, Daria was very predictable, not to mention controllable. Why should he spend his money on a stupid dance, when it was the party afterwards that he was really looking forward to.

“Fine, I’ll get the dinner tab,” Daria conceded. “I gotta go,” she said as she hung up the phone. Why was it that she always felt like she was being taken advantage of when dealing with Kyle? Actually, this was really the first time it was painfully obviously that he was just using her. Perhaps he needed a little attitude adjustment. Something that would make her feel good and Kyle feel bad. It looked like Daria had more than one plan to create for tomorrow night. Mr. Morton was actually going to be easy, but Kyle’s payment was going to be the fun one.

The next morning, Daria prepared Mr. Morton for the first part of his punishment. She went to the back of her closet and got her favorite old pair of shoes. They were a pair of black Maryjane type of shoes, which she used to wear everyday. They looked great on her, but offered no ventilation for her feet. By the end of the day, she could practically pour the sweat out of them. The insoles had deteriorated and become removable under the onslaught of her sweaty feet, but they still served their purpose. Kyle absolutely detested these shoes, which was why Daria no longer wore them. But these shoes were about to make a big comeback.

“So, Mr. Morton, are you ready for your new life?” Daria said after removing him from her purse. She then set him down between her lovely black shoes. Mr. Morton was wondering what she meant by a new life, but at least it sounded more positive than dying. And looking over at Daria’s gigantic bare feet, he was thankful that she wasn’t just going to step on him. At least he hoped not.

“I’m going to give you the chance of a lifetime,” Daria explained as a smile crept across her lips, and she removed the cruddy insole from her left shoe. “You are going to take the place of my beautiful shoe’s insole. Your job is to comfort my foot and absorb as much sweat as you can. But I warn you, I tend to sweat a lot in these things.” She couldn’t help but laugh as Mr. Morton actually fell over with the news of his new life. To Mr. Morton, he wasn’t sure in what capacity he was going to be an insole, but it now sounded like she was going to squish him inside those horrible old Maryjanes.

Daria began casting the Transformation spell she had used so long ago on Jim. While she could turn Mr. Morton into her whole shoe, she actually preferred him as just the insole. That way, she could easily change him back without having to carry her shoe along the whole night. So as soon as Mr. Morton turned into a white mist, Daria bent down and touched it with the insole. There was an immediate reaction as the mist began to become solid. Within just a few moments, there was an exact copy of her insole (minus the dirt and grime that had accumulated there) lying in front of her. Mr. Morton was surprised at how little pain there had been in the transformation. He seemed a bit bigger, but now he couldn’t move at all. He also realized quickly that he couldn’t speak. Looking up, Daria was reaching down to grab him. As he dangled from her fingers, she held him in front of the mirror. If he could have cried, he would have, as all he was looking at was a cleaner version of a very worn insole. And judging by the angle of his vision, his head portion of his new body was directly in the toe area of the insole.

“Well, I hope you like the new, thinner you!” Daria laughed. “Please do your job well and cushion my foot for me. I really have a long day ahead.” Mr. Morton could do nothing as he was lowered head first into the black Maryjane shoe. The smell wasn’t sickening, but rather faint. He could only imagine what it was like after Daria wore these for a while. And he knew he would soon find out as he watched her pale, wrinkled sole enter into the shoe. As she fastened it in place, Mr. Morton was surprised at how soft this girl’s foot was. It seemed to fit perfectly into place on top of him. But his comfort disappeared completely as Daria began to walk. The huge amount of weight that was bearing down on his tiny form should have killed him, but it didn’t. Daria just pretended there was nothing different about her shoes. She just smiled at the comfort they were providing. The only thing different that she noticed was that her left insole was slightly warm. Oh, well, she really didn’t care if that foot would sweat more than the other one. Mr. Morton could handle it.

Friday moved rather slowly, with some rumors of disappearances. It didn’t surprise Daria that people would begin to wonder what happened to Mr. Morton, Greg, or Steve for that matter. She just took it all in stride. And so did Mr. Morton. By the time Daria had even gotten to her first class, he was completely saturated in foot sweat. It seemed to him like he was swallowing it, bathing in it, and even breathing it in. But the stench that surrounded him was almost tangible. It was a combination of old foot odor, leather, and new foot sweat. And there was no escaping it. He wasn’t sure that he had lungs, but they seemed to work automatically. Just like his mouth and tongue. The taste he was constantly assaulted with gradually got worse and worse throughout the day. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, it did!

Kyle was another matter. He ignored her the whole day, which was fine with Daria. She didn’t need to talk to him until dinner anyway. But what really fueled her fire was when she heard two girls talking in the bathroom. She ignored them at first, until she heard Kyle’s name get brought up, along with hers. It appeared that Kyle had told one of them that he was going to a dinner and the prom with Daria, but that he would be available for more intimate things with one of these girls afterwards. It took Daria fifteen minutes to calm down after they left. So Kyle wanted an intimate night, did he? Daria knew that she could provide a night that he would never forget. By the time school let out and she got home, the plan had been completed. Daria would show this two-timing bastard that getting everything you ask a girl for may not be fun.

Kyle knocked on the front door to pick up Daria. His Senior prom had finally come, and he was going to make the most of it. Daria answered the door looking simply stunning. She had on a red prom dress and red high-heeled shoes. Kyle was hoping she was in a better mood than last night, and by the look of her, he was pretty sure she was.

“Are you ready for dinner,” Kyle asked. Daria just smiled and nodded. She was looking forward to dinner very much. It was a simple Italian dinner at a local restaurant, but Kyle seemed to take no notice of how much dinner was going to cost. He ordered the most expensive meal on the menu, then proceeded to get desert. All the while, Daria just made polite conversation until the bill came. Then she began concentrating on a certain spell that would make this night so memorable. As she felt the wonderful flow of magic enter her, she sent her message to Kyle.

“Why don’t I pick up the bill for this,” Kyle said. At least it was his voice, but he wasn’t sure why he said it.

“That would be so nice,” Daria said with her most sincere voice. “Thank you very much.” Kyle was at a loss for words. He was pretty sure he had enough money, but he was saving that for getting a hotel room that night. However, he didn’t want Daria to think he was losing his mind, so he simple picked up the check. It was quite a bill, but he just smiled and paid it.

“Let’s get going, huh?” Kyle said with a slight quiver in his voice. He felt so strange. But at least it sounded like his luck was going to change.

“After the prom and parties, we can find a private room if you’d like,” Daria purred in her most seductive voice. “I’m sure we could find some way for me to repay you for everything you’ve done.” She was actually surprised at how good that came out. Maybe she should go into acting, she laughed to herself. Kyle seemed to soften up a bit after that and drove them both to the prom with confidence in what the night would hold. Only one thought was in his mind… Did he still have enough money for that hotel room?

The prom went by pretty much as both Daria and Kyle expected. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and if anything it was a little boring. This was probably due to the fact that both Daria and Kyle were eager for the after-prom partying. Even though they were heading back to Daria’s house for them to change out of their prom outfits, Kyle figured they wouldn’t stay there too long. He was ready to party, and maybe he could find a private room at somebody’s house that would suit his needs. And if he knew Daria, she would want to go home earlier then him. That might provide a second intimate situation at some other party.

But Daria was planning something completely different. Sure, she and Kyle would change back at her house, but that would only be the beginning of her plan. She needed to find a reclusive spot where Kyle and she would be alone. So while she mingled, Daria made sure she was invited to a few of the bigger parties. It was tough being this patient, but she knew everything would come to fruition in its own time.

Both Daria and Kyle decided to leave the prom earlier than they normally would have. And both were excited as they pulled into Daria’s driveway and headed up to her room. Ironically, both were also thinking that this would be a night neither of them would forget. In a sense, both were right.

While Kyle got changed in the bathroom (with clothes he had brought along), Daria put on some more comfortable clothes herself. She still wanted to be dressed up, but just not in a prom dress. She picked a nice black skirt and a dark blouse. For the next part of the fun, Daria pretended to be pondering what shoes she would wear. As Kyle came into her room, she turned to ask his opinion.

“Which shoes do you think I should wear to the parties tonight?” Daria asked. But she already knew the answer, since the Mind Control link was still set up.

“How about those old black ones?” Kyle responded while pointing to Daria’s black Maryjanes. He, of course, was stunned to hear himself suggest those, since he hated the way they made Daria’s feet smell.

“But those are so tight,” Daria protested. “Besides, they really make my feet sweat.”

“Do you think you could wear them anyway? For me?” Kyle begged. What the hell was going on?! All he could do was hope that he didn’t convince her.

“Well, since this is your night, I’ll do whatever you want,” Daria agreed as she slipped her bare feet into the tight shoes. Poor Mr. Morton was just getting used to some fresh air when he saw Daria’s pale toes coming into the shoe. As she fastened it onto her foot, Mr. Morton was bombarded with the horrid stench. It was different than before, since Daria had been wearing nylons all night, not to mention dancing to every song. If he could have shivered in disgust, he would have, but being an insole had its disadvantages.

Kyle couldn’t say much more as he tried to figure out if he was possessed or just crazy. Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night. Surely everything would be better tomorrow. And the night was still young. It was time to forget his troubles and start partying. So they drove to the first party, which was in a large mansion on the river. It was a truly beautiful place, and both Daria and Kyle knew their host Brian. It turned out his parents were gone for the weekend, so Brian had decided a prom party would be the thing to do. Besides, the place was big enough to hold quite a few people.

“Hi, Brian, nice place you have here,” Daria said as she gave him a quick hug. “It looks like your party will be a huge success.” She was surprised at how many people were already here, but that was OK. She had plenty of time to have some fun.

“Hey, you two,” Brian said as he ushered them into the house. “Beer and Soda are in the fridge, so have a good time!” He probably would have talked longer, but more people were arriving.

“Would you like to dance,” Kyle asked as they walked into the living room with the music blaring. Since there were other couples dancing, Daria quickly nodded. Besides, this would really give her feet a chance to warm up. Mr. Morton, however, would have preferred if she would have sat down instead. But for the next hour, he was crushed beneath the horribly sweating foot of a student. By the time Daria felt she was finished dancing, Mr. Morton could actually feel the sweat squish completely through him whenever she took a step. He really wished he could vomit or just die.

“Want to find a more private place?” Kyle asked with that special look in his eye. This was the moment Daria had been waiting for. She nodded slowly and accompanied Kyle into one of the many bedrooms. They made sure they didn’t go into any that had the door closed, since other people had the same idea as Kyle. As he shut the door to their room and locked it, he looked over at Daria lying on the bed. His arousal was immediate, and he knew this was what he had been waiting all week for.

“I know this sounds strange, but could I take off your shoes and kiss your feet?” Kyle asked sheepishly. But his head was reeling. That was the last thing he wanted to do!

“I don’t know,” Daria replied hesitantly. “I’ve been dancing quite a bit, and these tight shoes don’t have any air flow. My feet are really sweaty.” She was doing all she could to appear slightly disgusted. She was proud of herself at how much control she still had over Kyle.

“I know, that’s why I want to kiss them,” Kyle responded. “I’m kind of turned on by sweaty feet.” It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Like being the dummy in an evil ventriloquist act. Please let her say No.

“Well, like I said before, whatever you want,” Daria smiled. She knew that she would have to concentrate hard to take control of his body, but it wasn’t as difficult as she thought. His mental resistance was not very high, probably due to all the beer he drank over the past hour. As he took off her right shoe, Daria felt a tingle go through her entire body. This felt great! Kyle was trying to get control of his own body as he watched himself remove the tight leather shoe and then kneel down before Daria’s glistening, wet foot. He really didn’t need to get too close as the smell from Daria’s foot was permeating the entire room. But it did get worse as he moved his head forwards and touched his lips to the stinking, wrinkled flesh. Daria just let out a moan.

“Your foot is so perfect, I only wish it were bigger,” Kyle sputtered out. He tried all he could to resist, but he still seemed to be a passenger in his own body. If only Daria would recognize that this wasn’t the way he normally acted, she could help him.

“Actually, I know this sounds weird, but I know a magic spell that could shrink you down,” Daria offered. “But I think it’s too dangerous, and I’d hate to have anything happen to you.” The tingling seemed to increase as she cast on her Mind Reading spell as well. She wanted to feel Kyle’s emotions and absorb the delicious energy from them.

“Please,” Kyle begged, “I’d love to be awed by your giant foot.” No! No! This can’t be happening. Luckily, he didn’t really believe Daria could shrink him down. There was no such thing as real magic. At least that was the initial thought going through his mind. But as soon as Daria said a few words, he began to get smaller and smaller. Daria had to move to the edge of the bed and put her legs over the side so that Kyle could still reach her foot. At six inches tall, he stopped shrinking. He looked a little stunned at his new surroundings, but Daria helped him adjust quickly.

“Could I clip your toe nails for y-you?” Kyle struggled. He almost was able to control his words, but not quite yet. He had to get a message to Daria. Now that he knew she could actually do magic, she could probably help him. But most of his concentration was gone as he looked at Daria’s grimy bare toes. He could see the dirt and sweat that had accumulated between them, along with the little bit under her toe nails. And at his new size his brain almost shut down from the odor that was assaulting his nostrils. It was indescribable, but he couldn’t even move himself away.

“That would be so nice of you,” Daria replied. “You can put them on this piece of tissue.” She reached into her purse and gave Kyle a nail clipper. Then, she laid a piece of Kleenex down next to him. It was hard for Kyle to hold and use the giant clipper, but he was a strong boy. And this was getting way too fun. Kyle had to utilize all of his muscles to clip Daria’s toe nails. It was a long slow process, but he finally had completed all the nails and had a small pile of nail clippings lying on the tissue. He was about to ask if he could get back to normal size when something else came out of his mouth.

“Could I lick between your t-toes?” Kyle struggled. Inside his head, Kyle screamed his frustration. This wasn’t happening! This had to be some kind of nightmare!

“Ewww, that’s really gross,” Daria said. “I don’t think I want you to do that. That’s just a little too kinky even for me.” Kyle felt a wave of relief as it looked like his torment was over.

“B-But you said whatever I wanted you would d-do,” Kyle protested. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

“Well, OK, go ahead,” Daria reluctantly agreed as she turned away. “But I never knew you could be so disgusting.” She had to smile at how well things were going, and it was going remarkably well. To feel Kyle’s tiny head squeeze between her toes with his little tongue actually getting into every crevice was electrifying. She was beginning to feel a bit flushed at all the energy she was receiving. This seemed to be getting better than when she was playing with Steve.

Kyle wasn’t in control at all. He wanted to run away, but instead he was thrusting his head between Daria’s moist, clammy toes. Then, his tongue would come out and lap up the sweaty mud that had been deposited there. His throat refused to work as it completely clamped shut. He didn’t blame it, at least it had the sense to protest. His mind was simply spinning in disgust as he worked his way down the line of toes. He wanted to vomit from the taste in his mouth and the slime covering his head. But when he was done, he could neither spit out the filth, nor could he swallow it. He was stuck.

“Are you done, my little worm,” Daria laughed. “I’m sorry to laugh at you, but the only thing that is more disgusting than that, would be if you ate my toe nail clippings as well.” Kyle’s eyes went wide in fright as his body moved towards the tissue. Slowly he watched as one by one, each clipping was shoved into his already full mouth. Tears filled his eyes as the sharp edges of the nails were digging into his cheeks. He was thankful when everything was finished. He just needed to spit, vomit, or otherwise get this vile gunk out of his mouth.

“Oh my God, you’re sick!” Daria chuckled in disgust. “OK, you win. For someone to be so perverted so as to get aroused by having all my foot filth in his mouth, I think I have the ultimate pleasure for you. I think it’s time we get back to business. Since you gave me quite a nice pedicure, I will have my foot give you your release. And so you don’t have to do anything at all, I’ll simply use magic to hold your body very still. I’d hate to squish you. But then again, you might like that, you demented little pervert.” She knew she could have Kyle hold his throat and mouth shut much longer, but the Paralyzation spell should do the trick without all of the concentration. Plus, if it was done perfectly, he would be in even worse torment.

Daria recited the words to the Paralyzation spell and concentrated specifically on Kyle’s mouth. She was willing to sacrifice more mobility in the neck if she could fully paralyze the mouth. After finishing, she tapped into Kyle’s thoughts to see how successful she was. Kyle felt his body seize up as Daria cast her spell. He had been getting a little more room in his mouth as his saliva helped the muck slowly trickle down his throat. His stomach was now ready for a revolt when the spell took complete affect. He noticed that he could still move his head, since his neck wasn’t paralyzed. However, his mouth was frozen shut, as was his throat. On top of that, the trickle of filth had stopped. It appeared that his salivary glands had been paralyzed as well and stopped producing saliva. He was now stuck with Daria’s toe jam and nails clumped together in his mouth.

“Is that better?” Daria asked. Kyle just nodded involuntarily. He was so frustrated and sick, but could do absolutely nothing about it. Then he saw Daria’s giant hand come down and begin to undress him. Within moments, he was completely naked. And to his surprise, he was sporting a very hard erection. This was humiliating! He couldn’t even control his sexual excitement.

“This should be right up your alley,” Daria chuckled as she raised her foot above Kyle. For him, he thought it was the end, but as Daria lowered her foot, she turned it slightly so her big toe was on his lower abdomen and his erection was gently clasped between it and the toe next in line. The sweat from her foot seemed to function as a nice lubricant as Daria carefully began moving her toes. She concentrated intensely to have Kyle release chemicals through his body to get him sexually excited. Kyle couldn’t believe what was happening. He was actually getting sexually aroused by Daria stroking his “package” with her repulsive giant toes.

Back and forth she went, and Kyle decided just to settle in and try to get any joy he could out of this. Daria, on the other hand, was completely enjoying this. She had several curses active, and even Mr. Morton was supplying some energy to her left foot. Without thinking, she lowered her hand down the front of her skirt and began to give herself a little pleasure. But she made sure she was paying attention to how close Kyle was to an orgasm. Daria had one almost immediately upon touching herself, and as Kyle drew near, she decided to concentrate solely on him. She knew it was close. As soon as Daria realized she was just a few strokes away, she slid her long second toe between Kyle’s legs and pulled his balls upwards. At the same time, she scrunched her toes together. The combination caused Kyle to go from supreme pleasure to god-awful pain as both is testicles flattened out and popped within his scrotum. He let out a high pitched, muffled squeak, but there was nothing else he could do. He couldn’t double over in pain. He couldn’t throw up. He could only squeak, whimper, and cry. And these three things, Kyle did in abundance.

Daria laid back and almost screamed herself. A loud, pleasurable moan escaped her lips, as she felt the intense energy rush from Kyle to herself. An intense feeling of lust was flowing through her, but it wouldn’t stop. She had to get control back so she could finish her plan.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Daria asked. Kyle just moaned with tears streaming down his cheeks. He would never have sex again. Daria almost burst out laughing at the pathetic little man at her feet. But there was more to do.

“I think I know how to finish off this wonderful night for you,” Daria began. “Would you like me to shrink you a little further down and place you in my shoe? That way, you could be with my sweaty foot a nice long time. How about that?” She could immediately feel the anxiety level rise from Kyle. He was rather claustrophobic, and the idea of being trapped inside a tight fitting shoe with his girlfriend’s bare foot was almost too much for his mind to comprehend.

If only Kyle could tell her that he wasn’t really into this stuff. She was trying to be so helpful, but she was really causing him immeasurable torment. She had even crushed his nuts! But no matter how hard Kyle tried to shake his head, he simply responded with a nod.

Daria smiled with glee as she uttered the magic words to shrink her little Kyle down to two inches tall. She then reached down and took out the wet insole of her right shoe. Using the nail clippers, Daria clipped a small hole right near her toes. Kyle began whimpering as Daria picked him up and placed his head through the back of the soaking wet insole. He could actually see vapors of foot odor coming off of it. But he could only lay there as Daria carefully pushed him and the insole back in the shoe. He was now covered by a large leather blanket with just his head poking out. Looking from side to side, he could see the dirty, worn indentations all around him. He would be directly under those giant toes that had caused him so much pain.

“I know how much you’ll enjoy this, you little foot freak,” Daria said playfully. “And while my foot isn’t that sweaty anymore, I promise to do a couple of dances to get them nice and wet. Bye-bye.” Kyle saw her give him a tiny wave with her fingers before her bare foot appeared over the edge of the shoe. He squeaked and struggled as best he could, but the only thing he could do was move his head from side to side. Kyle just watched as the light disappeared, and he was sealed in his girlfriend’s putrid smelling shoe.

Immediately Kyle’s claustrophobia kicked in. His mind was going numb as he lay there with his head slightly pinched beneath Daria’s long sticky toes. These shoes were definitely a little tight on her. But he couldn’t think, he just lay there whimpering as the heat continued to increase and small rivulets of foot sweat washed by his tiny face to go down his neck and soak his whole body. He could tell Daria was moving now, and soon she began to dance. He felt different things crackle and pain shoot through all his limbs as the rubbery surfaces of Daria’s toes pressed into him from every direction. All the while, the toe nail clippings were still digging into his dry mouth while the foot crud filled his cheeks. This was such an impossible situation.

For Daria, she was like a hunter looking for prey. She had a lust burning in her eyes that was both frightening and arousing to behold. The sensations from her feet that she was getting from Kyle and Mr. Morton were driving her over the edge. Her body was simply shaking with sexual energy, and she needed relief… Right now…

SPELLS - VOLUME 6

Daria walked silently out of the room and looked for the nearest closed door. Without knocking, she simply turned the handle and walked in. Not surprisingly, there was a guy on the bed and a girl getting undressed.

“This room is taken,” Scott said as the dark haired girl entered. How rude, he thought. The new girl began speaking, but he couldn’t understand any of the words. However, in a matter of seconds, Kelly had fallen onto the floor as if she had fainted.

“What the Hell is going on?!” Scott yelled as he looked over the side of the bed. There, before his eyes, Kelly was shrinking. It also looked as if she was completely paralyzed. A click at the door indicated that the new girl had locked everyone in.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Daria said almost breathlessly. “You are going to satisfy my desires or someone’s going to get flattened. Understand?” To show her point, Daria pivoted her shoe over Kelly and slowly lowered it down.

“OK, OK, please don’t hurt her,” Scott begged. Daria didn’t waste any time. Moving away from the tiny girl, she quickly took off her skirt, panties, blouse, and bra. Leaving her shoes on (for Kyle’s benefit), she jumped onto the bed and pushed Scott roughly onto his back.

Scott had never seen a girl this aggressive. Most of the time he had to trick or pressure a girl into having sex, even with Kelly. But this was a completely new experience. It was actually quite arousing, since he didn’t have to think at all. He just gave into the moment and let this young woman climb all over him.

Daria was completely lost in the experience. She was aware that the guy finally had his sexual release, but she had already lost count as to how many times she had. She kept going, hoping that somehow her lust would be satiated. But it seemed to show no signs of stopping. She felt the man shutter beneath her, but still she pressed on.

Kyle was wondering what was going on. He had heard only bits and pieces of a conversation, but it sounded (and felt) like Daria was having sex. But that couldn’t be. She knew he was in her shoe. She knew he would know about this. And judging by the moans and muffled screams of ecstasy, Daria wasn’t really trying to hide it. Kyle was feeling completely insignificant. Here he was, listening to his girlfriend having sex with another guy. He was feeling the motion of her body, and every time she had an orgasm, his head was clenched between her soaking wet toes. The fact that her body temperature had risen to such a degree that he was actually getting foot sweat up his nose and practically drowning didn’t seem to concern her. The only good thing that was coming out of this was that some of the sweat was also finding its way between his closed lips. This was loosening some of the horrible filth in his mouth, causing a trickle of putrid liquid to go down his throat. But why was she humiliating him like this?

For Scott, it didn’t take him long to realize that this situation might be too much of a good thing. He thought he would be finished when he got to climax, but this woman continued as if nothing had happened. After his second orgasm, Scott was surprised that still nothing slowed down. He was also surprised that he was still able to get aroused again (though it was getting much tougher). When the third time hit, his groin was beginning to hurt horribly. He had never had this many orgasms within such a short period of time. But after three, he was no longer staying aroused. The pain was beginning to take his mind away from the girl on top of him that was acting like a cat in heat.

“You’re useless,” Daria panted as she got off the guy and tossed him onto the floor. Scott was careful not to land on Kelly, but soon after hitting the floor, pain swept through his entire body. To his surprise, the world around him was expanding at a huge rate. Within ten seconds, he had been reduced to two inches tall. In the distance, he could just see Kelly lying on the floor.

“It’s time I got rid of some of this energy,” Daria said as she slid her legs over the side of the bed. She slowly unfastened her left shoe, took out her insole, and set it on the floor. Canceling the Transformation spell produced a miniaturized Mr. Morton, still soaked with gallons of sweat from Daria’s foot.

Mr. Morton looked up in fear as Daria lifted her glistening bare foot over his head. He knew he wouldn’t withstand the pressure this time, and there was nothing he could do. Well, there was one thing, and throwing up some of the horrid liquid that he had endured over the past day was all he could think of. His stomach couldn’t handle it any more.

But Daria was actually going through a dilemma. Something in side of her was telling her that killing someone would make her feel real bad. So a new idea popped into her head. Mr. Morton had to be dealt with. And if Daria wasn’t going to feel his fat little body squish beneath her foot, she would have to pick someone else. Looking over at the tiny girl she had shrunk earlier, Daria thought of a great idea. She quickly moved the girl to a clear area and cancelled her spells. As the young woman began enlarging, Daria quickly concentrated to cast her Mind Control and Mind Reading spells. She wanted to feel what this girl was going to do. Kelly would be her instrument of destruction.

“What’s happening?” Kelly asked as she stood up. She was only partially dressed, having only removed her shirt earlier. That still left her with her underwear, skirt, white nylons, and pink high-heeled shoes. But she was very surprised when her body began to move without any willingness from her.

“You are going to step on these two little rodents for me,” Daria explained. “How does that sound?”

“But that’s my boyfriend down there!” Kelly said as tears began flowing down her cheeks. “I can’t step on him.” She was trying her hardest to control her movements, but there was nothing she could do.

“Why don’t we start with the tiny Mr. Morton first,” Daria said. Mr. Morton was freaking as he looked up to see this cute blond teenager walking towards him. He took off running as fast as his little legs would carry him, but it wasn’t very far before a huge pink leather wall appeared in front of him.

“I can’t control myself, Mr. Morton!” Kelly cried. “Please run away.” But Mr. Morton was exhausted. He watched as Kelly removed her colossal nyloned foot from its shoe and moved it over him. Slowly the smooth looking sole made contact with him, and he fell right over. He was used to the smell of feet by this time, but Kelly must have been wearing these nylons throughout prom night (and possibly all day). Not to mention all the dancing she probably did. But while her foot was wet and smelled quite a bit, it was also very soft and silky. Mr. Morton remembered Kelly from one of his classes, and always thought she was a nice girl. He wished he could have got to know her in a more private setting, but that was all in the past. The present seemed to be filled with Kelly’s soft, reeking foot as it slowly compressed him into the floor. He did not want to die like this, not after enduring Daria’s horrid shoe. But there was no choice right now. He was trapped beneath this teenaged girl’s gigantic foot, and Kelly was going to step on him. He screamed one last time as the silky softness surrounded him and continued to crush his body.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Morton,” Kelly said as she pressed her foot down. It felt strange stepping on a shrunken person. It wasn’t altogether a horrible experience, but she felt so bad for her old teacher. His tiny body offered up a little bit of resistance, but then collapsed under the relentless weight of her foot. She felt the warm fluids seep through her nylon and almost caress her sole. She truly wished this had never happened.

“Don’t feel too bad for him,” Daria explained as she was recovering from the emotions she had read from Kelly. “He had molested numerous girls during his days as a teacher. I think you did the world a favor. The next crush you do will probably not be as fun.” Daria concentrated again as Kelly put her gore covered foot back into her shoe. It appeared that Mr. Morton accompanied her foot, since there was just blood lying there on the hard-wood floor. Mr. Morton was once again an insole. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a living insole.

“Please, please don’t have me step on Scott,” Kelly begged. “I love him, and I could never hurt him.” But no matter how hard she tried to control her body, Kelly watched herself walk towards her shrunken boyfriend. Scott was doing his best to run away, but Kelly had absolutely no problem in hunting him down. This was turning out to be a very bad night.

“Scott, you know you have no chance, here,” Daria explained. “If you crawl into Kelly’s shoe, I’ll have her step on you quickly. However, if you choose to run, I’ll paralyze you and have her squish you limb by limb.” Scott paused in his running. He had seen what happened to Mr. Morton, and he knew he really didn’t have much of a chance. And the thought of having his limbs crushed sounded like an extremely painful way to die.

“No, Scott, please don’t go into my shoe,” Kelly sobbed. Part of Scott was inclined to agree. He knew that those were her favorite shoes, and that she wore them often, sometimes barefoot. He also knew that she had been wearing them for several hours with those nylons and that the smell in there would be horrible. But what choice did he have? So he slowly walked to the toe of his girlfriend’s shoe and waited. At least he made sure it was the opposite foot than the one that crushed Mr. Morton. He didn’t want to deal with any Mr. Morton guts.

“Please, Scott, run!” Kelly cried. But she watched herself slowly remove her white nyloned foot from her pink high heel. Scott looked up at his giant girlfriend for the last time, than climbed up onto the smooth leather toe of her pump. Taking a huge breath, he held it and jumped in. The soft, leather insole was slick with the sweat from Kelly’s foot. He was beginning to think that this may have been a mistake when Kelly began putting her foot back in.

Scott’s breath was gone, so he had to inhale as he watched the enormous white toes coming towards him. The overwhelming sight of his girlfriend’s giant toes, combined with the horrid stench that surrounded him caused Scott to simply collapse. He watched Kelly’s toes pass over him, and saw the detailed pattern of the nylon that covered the ball of her massive foot. As the light dimmed, he found himself completely enveloped by the softness of Kelly’s sole. Its supple flesh seemed to seal him into this tomb with an almost loving embrace. If the air had not been so rank, and the outcome so dire, he might have even enjoyed this experience. But Scott knew his time was coming quickly to an end. He was going to be squished flat inside his girlfriend’s stupid pink shoe, by her soft stinking foot.

“I love you, Scott,” Kelly sobbed. “I’m sorry I have to step on you. Please forgive me.” And with that, Kelly stepped down. Kyle felt his chest compress first, followed quickly by the snapping of numerous bones. There was no more breathing as the force of Kelly’s foot was horribly relentless. His skull was beginning to buckle as he felt his sides rip open. This was the end. He would probably become part of his girlfriend’s shoe. What a humiliating way to die. No honor; no glory; just some poor bug getting squished by a girl’s foot. Squish.

It was over, and Kelly felt Scott’s fluids squish upwards between her toes. She never wanted to take these shoes off, since she couldn’t bear to see what she had done to her poor Scott. If there was any way to get back at the bitch that had controlled her to do this, she would find it. She would have her revenge.

Daria, on the other hand, had enjoyed every moment of Kelly squishing her boyfriend into paste inside her shoe. It was pure ecstasy. But she also knew what Kelly would do if she ever got the chance. So after reciting a few words, Daria picked up the newly shrunk Kelly and put her into her purse. She then wiped up the remains of Mr. Morton and shrunk all of Kelly’s and Scott’s clothes. She also remembered to put her old insole back into her shoe, now that Mr. Morton was gone. It was time to go home. After a quick stop at the bathroom to flush all of the extra clothes down the toilet, Daria left the party.

It was a relief to be back in her own bedroom, but Daria still wasn’t overly tired. She figured she could have a little fun with Kyle before going to bed. Plenty of ideas were running through her head, but she didn’t want to go too far. At least, not yet.

“It looks like you’re going to need a place to sleep,” Daria said as she pulled Kelly out of her purse. Of course, Daria knew the perfect place to put the shrunken girl. On the back of her bedroom door, she had hung her ballet slippers as a remembrance of all the work she had gone through in her childhood taking all those ballet classes. Daria hadn’t minded too much, but it had been more for her mom than for her. But now, they offered a perfect spot to keep Kelly and make sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. The drop would surely kill her.

Kelly struggled frantically against Daria’s grip as she was dropped into an old ballet slipper. It was kind of soft inside, and really didn’t smell too bad, since it had been years since it was worn. But the idea of being inside a slipper that some bitch had actually worn on her foot was simply revolting. Unfortunately, Kelly didn’t have many choices, so she simply curled up in the toe section and tried to get some sleep.

“How’s my little foot freak doing?” Daria asked as she pulled off her right shoe and took out the soaking wet insole. “I hope you’ve been having as good a time as I have. It sure is a shame that you get turned on more by my stinky feet than by having sex with me. I hope you don’t mind that I found someone to help me have some sexual release. After all, you obviously couldn’t satisfy a girl like me as much as Scott did.” She had to smile as she looked down to see Kyle’s pale, slimy form. And he was so wrinkled from soaking in her foot sweat that he almost looked like an albino raisin.

Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. So she did have sex with someone else! It should have been him, but he was still unable to let her know that he didn’t like feet. As a matter of fact, he despised her feet so much that he would do anything if she would just put him back to normal. But there was nothing he could do.

“I mean really, Kyle,” Daria continued. “I never knew that someone as pathetic as you existed. To choose my feet over any other sexual fantasy I would have provided is the sign of a truly demented mind. But I should probably thank you. Scott provided me with more pleasure than I’ve felt in a long time. If it wasn’t for your perverted sex drive, I might never have had such a tremendous sexual experience. And look at you. I mean, you’re only a fraction of the size of Scott’s dick. Talk about not being up to the challenge to satisfy me. Ooo, I just thought of something! I’ve got to get a picture of you before we do anything else. I mean, really, none of my friends would ever believe the useless worm you’ve become.” Kyle actually began tearing up as Daria spoke to him like he was nothing. He was a normal high school guy, not some sex pervert. If only he could let her know that he wasn’t what she thought he was. And the idea of others seeing him like this made his stomach churn worse than it already was. Was Daria really going to take his picture? The answer came as a flash from above, followed by Daria’s laughter.

“Wow, you have really got to see what you look like to normal people,” Daria laughed. “But I owe you, yet, for the wonderful time I had with Scott. So let’s give you some extra pleasure, huh?” Kyle wasn’t sure what she was up to, but cringed as Daria removed her left shoe. She then picked him up in her hand and removed the insole from around his head.

“You cleaned my right foot so well, that I figured I’d let you enjoy cleaning my left,” Daria said. “I can’t believe you are still savoring my toe filth in your mouth, so I’ll just have to help you on this one.” Kyle watched as Daria moved him towards the wet toes of her left foot. Spreading the big and second toe slightly, Daria shoved his face deep into the dank crevice between her toes. Then, with a slight pressure from her finger on the back of his head, Daria slid his face along the soft, crud-covered surface between those colossal, sweaty digits. Kyle felt the sticky filth coat his face, but the worse part was how much went up his nose. With his mouth full, he was unable to breathe for a little while. He would have preferred to blow the gunk out of his nose, but he didn’t have enough breath in his lungs, so all he could do was sniff it in until it ran down the back of his throat. Completely disgusting.

“Isn’t this fun,” Daria said in delight. “I know you’re enjoying this as much as I enjoyed Scott, so on to the next toes!” Daria was actually getting aroused again as she read Kyle’s frustrated emotions. The only clear thoughts going through her head was how to humiliate him further. It was only a matter of time before she tired of him and decided to squish him beneath one of her feet that he cleaned so well. But for now, perhaps she could take away a little more of his manhood. As soon as she was done cleaning between her toes with Kyle’s face, it was time to continue.

“Now to release some of that sexual tension you have,” Daria said rather seductively. But for Kyle, he could barely hear her. There was reeking toe slime covering his entire head. He had the horrid smelling grime in his ears, up his nose, and burning his eyes. While he was now able to breathe a little bit, his eyes felt like there was wet gravel in them, since some of the filth had actually gone up under his eyelids. The pain was horrible, but all he could do was whimper.

Daria muttered a few words, and Kyle grew to four inches tall. He felt Daria move him around in her hand, and could see her blurry image looking down. He was hoping she would somehow know to dispel everything and grow him back, but her lovely face only showed her beautiful smile.

“Well, I was going to give you another foot job, but it looks like there has been a small accident,” Daria observed. “Did I crush your nuts like that? I’d apologize, but I have a feeling you kind of liked it. I mean what more could my big soft toes do to you that would give you the kind of masochistic pleasure you crave. I mean if you like the horrible smell of my feet, I’m sure you like any punishment they can dish out. Perhaps there is a little more that they can do for you.” Kyle tried so hard to shake his head but instead he felt himself nod.

Kyle watched through blurry eyes as Daria set him back on the floor and moved her right foot over him. Then, using her first two toes, she grabbed his shaft between them. Slowly they began pumping his flaccid manhood, but all he felt was pain. And since his balls were crushed, there was no way he was going to get hard anytime soon. But as he looked up at Daria, she seemed to be trying anyway. As a matter of fact, she almost seemed frustrated and began squeezing her toes harder. Normally, he wouldn’t have been worried about pressure on his limp shaft, but this wasn’t ordinary pressure. The amount of strength Daria had in these two toes was more than a hydraulic jack. What should have been impossible to crush normally, was being slowly squeezed by pressures he couldn’t even imagine. And suddenly, the pain in his groin went through the roof.

“Well, I bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Daria said with a smile. Kyle craned his neck and looked down at his groin. The shaft had been completely flattened, and blood was slowly oozing from the tip. He would never be the same again. Tears were streaming down his face, and still it seemed like there was nothing he could do. Suddenly, he was shrinking again, back down to two inches tall.

“It might actually be a good thing that you enjoy feet so much, since you aren’t good at anything involving sex for me,” Daria chuckled. “The idea of having normal sex with me doesn’t even turn you on anymore, does it? Well, I’ll give you just a little more pleasure tonight, than I’ve got to go to bed.” Kyle wished she would go to bed now, but apparently, he was in for a wrestling match with Daria’s bare foot. The sweat was already drying on both him and the gargantuan foot that slowly settled on top of him, but the stench was still fairly strong. Without any cares for his safety, Daria began rolling Kyle around beneath her soft bare sole. Talk about a no-win scenario. The floor was hard, but didn’t smell, and the giant bare foot above him was very soft, but simply reeked of foot sweat. He tried to relax and stay loose, but as expected, something eventually broke. Actually, it was a couple of things. He felt his right arm explode in pain as it twisted and snapped above the elbow. Kyle’s ankle was next to go, which sent even more pain through his body. Just went he began wishing that Daria’s giant foot would simple step down and squish his tiny body, the rolling stopped.

“I think you’ve had enough for one day,” Daria said. “I hope you appreciate everything I’ve done for you. I learned quite a bit about you tonight, and I feel I was willing to go beyond my comfort zone and help you with your little perverted fetish. I will expect just as much understanding from you as I look into finding someone with more normal sexual tastes. But don’t worry; just because I have another guy around to do normal stuff with, I love you enough to allow you to stay in my shoe as long as you want. Just let me know when you don’t like it anymore. I think, for now, we should both go to bed, though.” Daria then picked up Kyle and put his head back through the insole. Then, slipping both into her right shoe, she put those old Maryjanes back into the closet.

“Goodnight,” Daria whispered to Kyle. “There’s no telling what tomorrow will hold.” Actually, she had a fairly good idea what would be happening tomorrow, but for now she needed to sleep. Tomorrow would definitely be fun.

SPELLS – VOLUME 7

Daria got up rather late the next morning, almost noon in fact. She hadn’t slept that well in a long, long time. For some reason, she felt more confident and less worried about life. There was nothing that would ever cause her to become fearful again. She could do anything she wanted and no one could stop her.

But it was time to get up and get something to eat, so Daria put on her comfy jeans and t-shirt, then pulled out her old shoes and began putting them on. Kyle had been awake for some time, since sleep was something he had trouble doing with a mouthful of toe filth. He was hoping that Daria would realize that it was time to change him back, so he awaited the moment that she took out her shoes and removed him from his predicament.

However, things didn’t go as planned. Sure, Daria pulled out her shoes, but then Kyle watched as she began stuffing her bare foot into them. That horrid darkness quickly surrounded him as Daria completely ignored the fact that he was even in her shoe. At least her toes weren’t sweaty, but they were covered with a salty dust from the dried sweat of the night before. He knew this was going to get gross before too long. But how could Daria just forget that he was in her shoe. Was she that drunk last night, or did she really just think of him as part of her insole? Something had to be done! As Daria took her first step, however, everything was driven from his mind except her soft, salty toes as they scrunched around his painfully throbbing head.

Daria felt that Kyle and Kelly weren’t worth her time to talk to. Kyle was simply her old loser boyfriend who would continue to suffer through this whole weekend in her shoe. She felt no pity for him, since he had all this coming. And she enjoyed occasionally reading his mind to feed off his frustration. As far as Kelly went, she would meet her fate sooner than she wanted. Daria couldn’t just let her go, and it was probably time to get rid of her without any help. But that could happen after Daria ate.

Jim awoke much earlier and felt rather excited at what the day would hold. He figured he would head on over to Daria’s house for early afternoon. The idea of experimenting with more spells was really getting his mind working. How he would love to be turned back into a bug and explore Daria’s entire body instead of just her foot. It would be so cool! Jim also decided that perhaps he could endear himself a little more to Daria by bringing her a small gift. Maybe a philosophy book of some sort. So leaving a little after noon, he quickly bought a nice book and made his way to Daria’s house.

Daria was already back in her room by 1:00 getting very excited herself. She took her ballet slippers off the door and set them in front of her on the floor. Kelly was truly frightened as she looked up from the opening into Daria’s eyes. This giant bitch was going to do something to her that would most likely end her life. Kelly was just hoping it wouldn’t be too slow or gross. She really didn’t want to end up like Scott or Mr. Morton. But there was nothing she could do about it.

“And how are you this morning, Kelly?” Daria asked. “You have really served your purpose, so I need to get rid of you. Do you have a preference of how you want me to do that?” Daria was thinking about just dumping the little tramp out of her slipper and stomping on her, but that lacked a certain amount of finesse. But on the other hand, she didn’t feel like she needed to be too cruel to this girl, since she did help out in getting rid of Mr. Morton and Scott. To determine how Kelly would like to go, Daria activated her Mind Reading spell and checked to see what Kelly was thinking.

Jim had driven up and was heading up to the door when Daria’s mom was leaving. “I’m here to see Daria,” he said as they neared each other.

“She’s up in her room,” Janice said. “Just go on up, I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.” Jim nodded and walked right into the house. Why not give Daria a little surprise? He thought. So, he quietly went up the steps and got just outside her door. It was then that he heard something strange. It sounded like Daria was talking to someone. Not wanting to interrupt a phone call, he simply lay down and looked beneath the fairly large crack under the door. What he saw caught his breath in his chest…

“Come on, there must be some preferred way you want to get squished,” Daria was saying. She had dumped Kelly out of the slipper and was pinning her to the ground beneath her left shoe. Jim squinted carefully and noticed the tiny person struggling under Daria’s foot. What was Daria doing? She wouldn’t really kill someone, would she?

“I know, how about we put you back into my slipper,” Daria said. “I haven’t done any ballet moves in quite a while.” Without waiting for Kelly’s answer, Daria picked her up and dropped her into the slipper she had slept in. Daria then began taking off her other shoes while Jim was simply paralyzed with wonder. Daria couldn’t be thinking of doing what Jim was thinking. This was getting way to serious.

For Kelly, things were getting very serious indeed. She knew that her time was quickly coming to an end as Daria’s perspiring foot began entering the ballet slipper. Before Kelly could do anything, the clammy toes had already gone over her head, and she was forced beneath the arch of this reeking foot. How was Kelly going to get revenge if she was simply stepped on by this bitch! Life couldn’t be this unfair!

“That’s right,” Daria said, reading Kelly’s mind. “Sometimes life isn’t fair. Do you think Mr. Morton and Scott thought it was fair being stepped on by you? Hell, Scott even climbed into your stinking leather pump and had you squish him inside there. How unfair was that? Sure, I made you do it, but I’m still pretty sure they didn’t want to be crushed beneath your reeking little feet. So how about you just except your fate and enjoy dying beneath my toes. It should be a rather quick end if everything goes right. I figure I owe that to you, since you helped me by stepping on those two annoying rodents last night.” Jim’s jaw had dropped completely open by this time, and he was trying to figure out what to do. If he barged in, trying to save the girl, he would most likely be shrunk down or turned into a bug before he could do anything. It had to be that stupid spell book that was controlling her. He had to get rid of it, but now was not the time. Being very quiet, he continued to look under the door.

Daria felt the tiny girl beneath her arch, and the energy began building once again inside her. There really was nothing like the feeling of a helpless little worm struggling against the inevitability of being squished into paste by her foot. Perhaps she should have stepped on Mr. Morton and Scott herself, but it was too late to worry about that now. She slowly stood up, lifted her heel, and arched her foot. Kelly could do nothing but slide beneath the ball of Daria’s wet foot. With a slight wiggle of her ankle, Daria caused Kelly to continue sliding, stopping under her long, soft toes. Lifting her toes briefly, Daria tilted her foot even further, having Kelly slide against the farthest point in the toe section of the ballet slipper.

Kelly was trying to stay calm and meet her destiny with courage. However, it was completely dark, and she knew what was coming. She had seen ballet dancers walk across a stage on their toes, and she was sure that the amount of pressure on the tips of a dancer’s toes was more than enough to squash her flat. Kelly could feel the front of Daria’s big toe holding her against the wall of the ballet slipper. And as the end was approaching, she could feel Daria point her toes and set her foot in the proper position. The slick, rubbery surface of this witch’s big toe was pressing firmly against Kelly’s face, and she could feel Daria’s next toe pressing firmly against her stomach. Kelly wished Daria would just hurry up and get it over with, since the heat, humidity, and stench were causing her to suffer horribly. But then again, it couldn’t have been any easier for poor Scott. His already flattened body was about to be flattened again, inside an even bigger shoe.

Daria paused as long as she was able, but the energy was building to such a huge crescendo that she knew she had to release it soon. Taking a deep breath, Daria shifted her weight onto her pointed toes. There was practically no resistance as her first two toes almost instantly pasted tiny Kelly. Kelly really didn’t feel anything. There was a slight quiver of Daria’s big toe as she prepared to transfer her weight, a flash of pain, then nothingness. Daria balanced on her toes for only a second before falling backwards onto her bed in ecstasy. This was such fun. But she didn’t want anything ruining her beautiful old slippers, so she quickly removed the slipper from her foot and wiped everything clean with some tissues. Daria really felt the need to just curl up and take a wonderful nap filled with the ecstasy of overwhelming dreams, but first she needed to get rid of all the evidence.

Jim saw Daria coming towards the door and quickly dove into Daria’s mother’s bedroom. Hiding behind the door, he heard Daria walk to the bathroom, flush the toilet, then go back to her own room. As soon as the bedroom door shut, Jim snuck back and looked through the crack.

Daria was still so overwhelmed and exhausted that she simply pulled her legs up onto her bed and closed her eyes. The energy continued to caress her entire body for some time as she simply bathed in its warmth. Life was good…

Jim knew he couldn’t wait any longer. It looked as if Daria had expended so much energy in crushing that little person that she was almost immediately falling asleep. Jim knew that he had to destroy that evil spell book before it changed Daria into an evil monster forever. And now was the time to act.

He waited a little longer to make sure Daria was asleep, than Jim quietly opened the door and began sneaking towards the ancient spell book. As he picked it up, however, Daria suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight at him. This was not good. With a slight smile on her face, Daria began reciting the Miniaturization spell she knew so well. But Jim wasn’t about to become her next victim. As pain began coursing through his body, he did the only thing he could think of. Jim called upon his brief (one month) training in karate and sent out the best side-kick he had ever done. With a mixture of relief and surprise, he connected with Daria’s head just above the nose. Without waiting to see the results, Jim took off running, feeling the pain slowly ebb away.

Daria was pissed. How dare her best friend steal the only object that meant anything to her? He would definitely have to pay. She would enjoy feeling him squish beneath her foot. But that would only come after weeks of torture. However, first she had to catch him and get her book back. Daria ran to the window and looked out. It was too late to cast a good spell at the car as Jim zipped away. She had no time to waste as she shoved her bare feet quickly into her Maryjanes and ran down the steps.

Kyle’s head just about exploded. He had no idea what was going on, but he found it incredibly painful as Daria ran out of the house. Her soft toes were simply enveloping his head, and he felt his left arm crush flat beneath the cruddy, wrinkled insole below Daria’s big toe. She was obviously getting into her car as he completely felt the rumble of the engine through the sole of her shoe. But as Daria stepped on the gas, his tiny legs felt the pressure as they, too, shattered beneath the decrepit insole. All he could do is let out a muffled scream, but even that was drowned out by the roaring of the engine.

Jim had no time to waste. He hadn’t really thought this through too much, but he had to figure something out soon. His puny economy car wasn’t built for speed, and that would be his downfall if he couldn’t destroy this book soon. The only thing he could think of was fire, and he would need to get out into the country for that. Luckily, his parents lived out in the country, so he immediately headed that way.

Daria was able to cast a Mind Reading spell, but Jim was able to resist most of it. However, she could still feel where He was going. He was trying to destroy the book, and he was heading out to his parent’s house. Her car was a large old clunker, but it had acceleration and speed. She should be able to catch up to him before he got to his parent’s house.

As soon as Jim left the city limits, he pressed down on the gas and gave it everything his little car had. He knew Daria would most likely be able to catch him if he went too long on this road, so he was pleased when an idea came to him. As soon as he saw a culvert that went under the road, he pulled over. The second he got out of the car, he tossed the book down into the gully. Then, working as fast as he could, he opened the trunk and pulled out a small garden hose he had borrowed from his parent’s (which he should have returned weeks ago). Opening the gas tank, Jim shoved one end of the hose into the tank and began sucking out the gas. When he tasted the bitter liquid, he quickly shoved the end over the side of the road and began dousing the book with gasoline. Leaving the hose hanging, he jumped down into the gully and kicked the book into the culvert. He had to be careful about not getting any gas on him as he pulled the hose out of his car and let the gas finish draining through it. Jim then grabbed his lighter, lit it, and tossed it onto the book. There was a loud “whoosh” sound, and Jim knew he had done all he could. Leaving the hose lying on the ground, he climbed back up to his car, dove in, and accelerated down the road.

Daria could feel Jim’s anxiety, and was beginning to feel his energy transfer to her as well. He wasn’t far ahead now, and things were starting to look up. As a matter of fact, there was his car, now. Stepping hard on the gas, Daria pushed her car to the limit.

Kyle actually heard his skull crack as the pressure increased horribly by Daria’s giant, rubbery toes. He felt pain shoot through his head, but then something strange happened. What no one saw was that one of the pages of the book slowly crinkle as the fire consumed it. A wave of invisible energy exploded forth as the power of a spell was destroyed forever.

Daria felt it as her mind slowly lost the knowledge of how to cast the Paralyzation spell. She found it odd only for a moment as suddenly there was something wiggling frantically under her right foot, inside her shoe. Kyle felt his body suddenly come completely under his own control. His salivary glands started working, and he was so surprised and happy that he did the last thing he wanted to. In his excitement, he inhaled and swallowed all of Daria’s horrid toe filth that had been stuck in his mouth for what seemed like forever. The bits of nail clippings cut deeply into his throat, and he began frantically coughing to try to get them out.

Daria almost lost complete control of her car as this new development took place. It appeared Jim was ripping pages out of the book and tearing them to shreds. But before she could catch up to him, she had to get her stupid boyfriend to stop squirming, even if it meant he must be squished. She pressed down hard one time, but then decided she better just get rid of him altogether. Kyle felt something pop in his poor head as two colossal walls of moist, rubbery flesh collapsed with extreme force around him. He was dimly aware of the giant foot lifting out of the shoe, but then he lost consciousness.

Daria had had enough, so she simply ripped off her old shoe and tossed it out the window. But at the same time, Jim’s car came to a sudden halt in front of her with smoke billowing out from under the hood. Her foot was nowhere near the brake, so she braced for impact as her huge car smashed into the side of Jim’s tiny one.

Jim had also braced for the collision but was amazed with the force that Daria had hit him. His car actually lifted off the ground and tumbled through the air, landing on its top. As his head hit the steering wheel, he was dimly aware of a calmness settling through his body. He might be dying, but at least he had destroyed that hellish spell book…

Daria looked up from the steering wheel, and realized she only had a small cut on her forehead. She had completely lost touch with Jim’s mind, which probably meant he was dead. But she was going to make sure. That jerk just destroyed her car and her boyfriend in one stupid stunt. Not to mention the damage caused to the book. That was the first thing she would rescue from the wreckage before she turned her sights on Jim. She got out of the car and walked haphazardly towards Jim’s demolished car. Having only one shoe on made it a little awkward, but she knew that Jim would work real well as a replacement shoe in time.

Looking through the passenger window of the flipped car, she didn’t see her book anywhere. But to her delight, she saw movement from that bastard Jim. Walking slowly around the smoking vehicle, she could see that he was partially out of the car but was trapped at the waist. Jim opened his eyes to see Daria looking down on him with a smirk.

“Are you ready to be squished, my stupid little bug?” she asked. The words that she said next were completely unclear as Jim felt pain rip through his body. As soon as he had been shrunk to a foot tall, the pain stopped, but Daria had simply reached down and picked him up.

“Where is my book?!” she yelled. But Jim knew that the world would be a better place if that book finished burning. He was willing to die for that.

“Fine, I’ll find it myself,” Daria said through clenched teeth. She then set Jim down and pulled off her remaining shoe. Jim couldn’t even close his eyes as he watched Daria in fascination as she lifted her dirty, wrinkled sole above his body and slowly set it down. He began to shrink further beneath her bare foot until he was only two inches tall. The smell of that giant, clammy foot made his mind go slightly numb, but it was the grasping toes that made him shiver in fear. He didn’t want to be squished by his friend’s foot, especially a friend that he had fallen in love with.

“I want to feel your head pop between my toes,” Daria smiled. “Say good-bye my little bug.” Jim tried to move his head away, but Daria’s two largest toes found it anyway. As they clasped it in a foul, sweaty embrace, there was some part of him that was a little turned on. While he thought it was a pathetic way to die, having one’s head squished between a girl’s sweaty toes, at least it was Daria doing it. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. As the pressure increased, he heard himself scream at the pain of these two soft, slimy boulders…

But it wasn’t his scream, it was Daria’s. As the pain subsided, Jim realized that Daria had lifted her foot off of him. She was stumbling backwards grasping her head. At that same instant, everything started getting smaller around Jim. He was growing! But there was also incredible pain associated with this reversal of shrinking, and for Jim, it was finally too much. Between his injuries in the car accident and the magic that had transformed his body twice, he gave into the welcoming blackness around him. He collapsed and drifted into a more blissful unconsciousness.

Daria looked around through blurry eyes as her head throbbed in intense pain. All of the other spells she knew had been pulled from her mind with such speed that the migraine she was having was absolutely horrible. Her whole body hurt from the destruction of those burning pages in the spell book. And as the spells were finished being ripped from her head, she too collapsed into the soothing embrace of unconsciousness. At last it was over…

Jim awoke in the hospital with bandages all over the place. He had suffered a broken arm in the crash, followed by crushed ribs and a concussion from Daria’s foot and toes. But as he finished examining himself, he felt another presence nearby watching him. Looking over at the chair next to the bed was Daria. She only had a bandage on her forehead, and she smiled a sad smile as he turned to face her.

“I am so sorry for everything that happened,” Daria said with a tear trickling down her cheek. “The doctor says you will be fine, but I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for what I did to you and Kyle. I am so sorry.” With that she got up and gave Jim a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

“You were under the influence of a magical book,” Jim said. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We’ll just make sure we don’t play with any more magic things ever again. Technically, I’m just as responsible as you are. We went into this together. And I won’t say anything about what truly happened. I mean, who would believe we experimented with a magic book anyway?” At that, Daria gave out a sobbing laugh and hugged Jim harder.

“I have to go and visit Kyle before I go home,” Daria said, putting on a more relieved smile and wiping away her tears. “I appreciate this being our secret, and I promise that I won’t tell anyone, either.” With one more kiss on the cheek, Daria left Jim’s room and walked down the hall to Kyle’s. He was in much worse shape, having suffered a stroke when his skull was crushed. At least the police thought he was just thrown from the car, in what appeared to be a rather kinky car chase, since Kyle had no clothes on.

“He’s doing much better,” the nurse said as Daria entered the room. “He is still paralyzed from the shoulders down, from a broken neck he suffered in the crash. He may never recover from that. He can hear you, but he can’t speak, due to his stroke. However, it will do him a world of good to hear a friendly voice.” As the nurse left, Daria went up to Kyle and looked down on his pale battered face.

“How are you doing?” Daria asked, even though she didn’t expect a reply. “I bet you are trying to sort everything out, aren’t you? Perhaps I can help.” At this, Daria bent down and put her lips next to his ear.

“I’ll tell you a little secret,” Daria whispered. “I caused you to behave as you did. I used spells to control your body and mind to eat all my toe gunk. I crushed your balls and shaft intentionally, just for my amusement. I knew all along you were in torment, and loved every moment of pain I inflicted on you in my shoe. I also loved the feeling of making love to another man while you could only listen and breathe in my foot odor. I was the one who made you the pathetic cripple you are right now. Never to be a real man, stuck in a body that can’t move or speak. All this I will admit to. And one more thing. I will find that spell book again. I can feel that it wasn’t completely destroyed. And when I do, I’m coming back for you… You will once again know what it’s like to clean between my toes and live in my shoe. As a matter of fact, I’m going out to buy some new shoes today. I need to break them in. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure they are tight with no air circulation. I’m sure you will enjoy that. And one more thing… next time, I’m going to make sure you finish your journey in my shoe by being squished inside it by my soft, sweaty foot. Good-bye, my love…”

Daria then gave Kyle a little kiss on the ear and got up to leave. She smiled to herself as she looked at Kyle’s face. It had looked so peaceful when she had come in, but now the eyes were wide in fear, and he had an almost terror-stricken look on his face. And that’s the way it should be. This adventure was far from over…

SPELLS 2 - VOLUME 4

Holly stared down at the little man quivering at her feet. She had gone out to find someone, and had to settle for the first person she cornered. He was the janitor for the gymnasium building, and he would be able to satisfy her cravings very nicely.

Mr. Jeffers was completely confused. He had been mopping the east hallway in the building when he recognized one of the gymnasts approaching. She must have been practicing, but before he could even ask her how he could help, pain had shot through his body and he collapsed.

“How are you feeling this evening, Mr. Jeffers?” Holly asked as she reached down and picked him up. “How about watching me practice a bit, huh?” Mr. Jeffers didn’t know what to say, but this young girl was bringing him into the gymnasium. He believed her name was Holly, but he wasn’t completely certain. And though her hand was soft, he was wondering why she wasn’t surprised to see him this small. Could she have something to do with this?

When Holly opened her hand, light flooded around Mr. Jeffers. He was set down on a platform and was hoping his eyes would adjust to the brightness quickly. As his vision cleared, he realized he was on the balance beam. Before he could even think to react, however, two of Holly’s gigantic fingers knocked him over and pinned him to the beam’s surface. Then a long, thin piece of tape was placed over his abdomen and legs. His arms, chest, and head were free, but there was no way he could budge the sticky tape.

“I bet you never thought you would be able to see a beam performance from that perspective?” Holly said as she walked to the starting position to mount the balance beam. She had gone all out for this, including dressing up in her gymnastics uniform. This was so exciting! She wasn’t sure how good her routine would be, but this was going to be fun, none-the-less.

“What are you doing?!” yelled Mr. Jeffers. However, Holly was pretty far away, not to mention unable to hear him due to his size. But Mr. Jeffers’ whole world shook as Holly mounted the balance beam nearby. He watched as she did a tumble pass above him, realizing that there was a distinct possibility he wouldn’t be getting off this beam. He would most likely be crushed beneath some body part of this young woman.

Holly was surprised at how well she could concentrate. It was almost like she was being infused with some type of energy coming from the tiny little man struggling on the beam below her. But she performed her routine without any worry for her lone spectator. And then the inevitable happened.

Mr. Jeffers could only watch as Holly did a flip directly over him. But everything slowed down as her foot twisted sideways and landed directly on his legs. He looked at the giant bare foot that was directly in the place where his legs had been a moment before. Holly looked down and saw that there was half a man sticking out from the side of her foot. She had felt the thrilling energy shoot upwards through her and she just smiled. Picking her foot off the little guy, she noticed the packet of blood that had been formed beneath the tape. It was probably preventing him from bleeding to death, which was just fine with her. With the new dose of energy coursing through her, she was even willing to try a complex twist in the middle of her routine that was sure to get the little guy’s attention.

For Mr. Jeffers, he just about had a heart attack. Tears flowed down his cheeks from the pain in his shattered legs. And now he was forced to watch as the gigantic young girl did a twist directly over him, before simply falling out of the sky. Her blue, spandex covered ass was descending on him at an incredible rate. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. The surface of the beam shook violently, but he was still alive. He opened his eyes to see that this gigantic girl had landed pretty much on her abdomen not far from his head. But his whole life flashed before his eyes as he realized he wasn’t out of the woods, yet. Holly began rolling herself backwards.

Mr. Jeffers screamed as he saw the vast, smooth cheeks of Holly’s ass descend on top of him. He was sure he was going to be crushed by the soft, tight cheeks of this gymnast’s butt. However, since he was right in the center of the beam, there was a slight space for him to survive. He was completely surrounded by softness as he wondered what would happen next. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no air getting to him, so he hoped Holly would do something soon.

Holly paused in her routine as she felt the little bump between her butt cheeks. The magical high she was getting from having this tiny old man suffocating beneath her was euphoric. But it was time to end it. With a smile on her face, she lifted one of her legs and crossed it over the beam, twisting her ass and the tiny man beneath it.

Mr. Jeffers felt the smooth surface of the tight blue spandex move slightly for an instant before the softness changed to intense pressure. The small amount of room he had disappeared with Holly’s twist. He barely had time to register that he was being crushed by the tight ass of a young girl. Then it was over. His body simply compressed as the weight of this gymnast twisted his body into pulp.

Holly gasped as she felt the squish beneath her, and actually wiggled her hips a little to feel even more of the wet warmth that was once an old tiny janitor. She sat there a while, before sliding off the apparatus and looking at the final result. There was a read smear across the balance beam from the shear amount of pressure exerted by her ass. What a way to go, Holly thought. At least he got to touch my ass before he was crushed beneath it. And looking over her shoulder, she could see that he was still touching her. There were still shreds of his flesh crushed into her posterior. She couldn’t help but giggle.

It took her almost a half hour to clean up the mess caused by little Mr. Jeffers. But the whole time, Holly had a smile on her face. She knew that this had definitely been worth it. And the routine that she had accomplished actually made her realize how much she needed to squish someone before any competition. This was going to be a great year!

*****

After Colleen and Kimberly told Daria that Kyle was almost completely healed using their therapy, Daria felt exceedingly pleased with herself. Her vengeful designs were working perfectly, and these to sluts were performing exactly as planned. But Kyle could still be punished further… much further.

“That is good news, indeed,” Daria told the girls. “However, if we are to fix all of his paralysis as well as the damage from his stroke, we still need to have his sexual energy diverted. I’m afraid that you will need to damage his groin again. It’s for his own good, you know.” The girls paused briefly, than nodded their agreement. After all, Daria’s theory had worked so far.

“OK, we’ll get right on that,” Colleen replied. But as the two girls were leaving, Daria stopped them as another idea came to her.

“Since we’ve been working so hard, why don’t we throw a party?” she said. “I can rent a suite at a hotel, and invite some of my sorority sisters along too. You two can even bring Kyle so that the other girls can help out in his progress.”

“But how are we to get him into the hotel room?” Kimberly asked. “We don’t want to have the hotel staff wondering why we are wheeling a sick person up to a party.” That was a good point, thought Daria.

“I will send over a trunk to put him in,” she said. “It may be a tight fit, but he can’t really feel his body anyway. And he won’t need to stay in there too long, anyway. You may also want to cut a hole in the side so his head can stick out when no one is watching. Kind of like when a magician is going to saw someone in half, their head sticks out of one of the ends. That should be perfect.” As the two young women left, Daria broke out in a huge grin. She would finally let Kyle know who was behind his torment. And there would certainly be some extra humiliation at the party, in front of all her sisters. This was too perfect.

*****

When Colleen and Kimberly got back to the house, they immediately started deciding what the best way to “improve” Kyle’s condition would be. Colleen kind of felt bad with the idea of hurting Kyle, but Kimberly tried to convince her that it was their job.

“I know it will be painful for him, but it’s for his own good,” Kimberly explained. “In the long run, he will be very thankful for all that we did to him.”

“But to actually inflict damage on him,” Colleen pondered, “that just doesn’t seem right. There has to be another way.” But deep down, she knew she couldn’t disobey Daria’s instructions.

“How about we make it a little fun for Kyle as we do it?” Kimberly suggested. “We could put on a little show for him, so that he will be enjoying himself first. Then I’ll do what needs to be done. It’ll be nice and quick, you’ll see.” Colleen had to think for a little while on this, but then agreed. Besides, Kyle would probably really appreciate everything after his paralysis was cured.

That evening, Colleen and Kimberly put on some nice “fetish” leather clothes and went into the living room where Kyle was lying on the floor. His eyes immediately locked onto the girls and almost had a worried look to them. Perhaps he sensed something, but Kimberly and Colleen decided to make this as pleasant as possible. Kyle would definitely enjoy the show.

“You know, Kyle, we really missed you on prom night,” Kimberly said as she stood near his head. She absent-mindedly began stroking his hair with her stiletto high-heeled shoe. Kyle simply looked up at this leather-clad dominatrix and wondered what she had in store for tonight.

“Yeah, Kyle,” Colleen chimed in. “We were left all alone, and had to entertain ourselves. Perhaps you’d like to see what you’re missing.” And with that, Colleen stepped up onto Kyle’s chest and leaned forward towards Kimberly. Kyle simply looked up in awe as these two beautiful girls began kissing passionately above his head. There was some slight pain on his chest as Colleen’s pump dug into his skin, but the show was definitely beginning to get him excited. He could feel himself becoming hard watching these two.

“It looks like you would like to join us, huh?” Kimberly smiled down. “Getting a little excited? Let’s take a look.” Kyle felt his underwear being pulled away, and then a leather-gloved hand touch his shaft. He could just see the two girl’s heads as they began kissing again, while one of them began gently stroking him. He hadn’t felt anything this good in almost three years. It wasn’t going to take him long to reach a climax.

“Are you ready for some release?” Kimberly said as Colleen continued to fondle him. But there was something in her voice that caused Kyle’s stomach to tighten a little. He watched both of the girls stand up to full height and smile down at him. He was so close to an orgasm, but they had just stopped pleasuring him. It was then that he felt a gentle pressure on his testicles from the toe of Kimberly’s pump.

“You know you really shouldn’t have left us waiting on prom night,” Kimberly said. “You kind of hurt our feelings. We all could have had such a wonderful time, but you didn’t have the balls to take care of the two of us. And you still don’t have the ability to join us, so I don’t really think you need these.” Kyle’s mind screamed as he realized what was about to happen.

“I’m sure you agree that the only fair thing is for Kimberly to step down, right?” Colleen asked as she looked down. Kyle wanted to scream “NO!”, but instead he felt his head actually nod in agreement. Both girls looked slightly shocked, but Kimberly simply smiled down.

“Very well, I hope you enjoy this as much as me,” Kimberly chuckled. Then, transferring her weight to her toes, she pressed down on Kyle’s right testicle. It offered only the slightest of resistance before flattening out with a “pop.” A fountain of vomit actually shot out of Kyle’s mouth as the pain coursed through his body. His mind stopped thinking as it was overcome with the shear stress that this bitch just caused his body to go through.

“Well, that was rude,” Kimberly said at the mess Kyle had just made. “I think you need to be punished for that.” She then turned her foot around and placed her stiletto heel on top of his left testicle. Kyle was delirious with pain as he began to realize what Kimberly was about to do. He wanted to cry out for her to stop, but only a tiny whimper escaped his lips as he simply stared at Colleen’s face as she watched what was unfolding.

“Say good-bye to this little guy!” Kimberly giggled. Kyle didn’t think he could comprehend any more pain, but he was wrong. As the narrow heel of Kimberly’s shoe came down, it simply skewered his testicle. He wasn’t sure if he had anything more to throw up, but his body used its last defense mechanism. As Kimberly lifted her bloody heel out of his sack and plunged it in once again, he simply passed out. He didn’t see Kimberly continue to stab his testicle over and over until it was nothing more than bloody pulp.

“That’s going to take a bit to clean up,” Colleen said as she shook her head in amazement. “I’ll hand it to you, though, you sure know how to show a guy a good time.” They both laughed as they began cleaning Kyle up. Colleen took care of the vomit while Kimberly cleaned up her own mess. Kyle simply slipped into his dark dreams where he was forever tormented by women’s feet.

*****

The young black woman definitely looked scared as Terry and Mark stalked her. There was no reason for some black bitch to be in their neighborhood, and this was a chance for them to show that white supremacy was the only truth that needed to be upheld. They would teach this slut a lesson.

For Susan this experience was the worst of her life. Why had the car broken down at that particular time? Why had she decided to take a short cut this late at night? Why hadn’t she bought a cell phone? All these questions didn’t matter now as she glanced back over her shoulder to see those two white guys gaining on her. She wasn’t sure where there was a store or anything else that was open, but she knew she had to find something quick. Fear gripped her as she took off running, wishing she was wearing tennis shoes instead of flats. At least they didn’t have a high heel on them.

Mark just smiled as their prey took off for the hunt. There was no need to hurry. What he and Terry knew that the woman didn’t was that Tony had been sent ahead to prevent this woman from getting help. And like most of his plans, this one worked perfectly. Just as she was about to turn the corner, big Tony stepped in front. This just proved how stupid black woman were, as she ran right into his arms. All three of the guys were laughing as Mark and Terry jogged up towards Tony. There was no one around that would help this sorry bitch out. Her time was up.

“Keep her quiet!” hissed Terry. “We don’t want anyone calling the cops!”

“Let’s bring her to my place, it’s just up on the next block,” Mark instructed. He was the obviously leader. Not because he was the biggest, but because he was the smartest. And being 19 years old, he was two years older than his other companions. He was getting excited at what this night would bring as he walked up the steps to his apartment and locked the door behind them once they were all in. Even if this woman screamed, no one would do anything. His gang was the rulers of this neighborhood.

“Well, slut, it looks like you picked the wrong neighborhood to go for a walk,” Mark smiled. “Now you will have to pay. Hold her!” Jim and Terry did as instructed as Mark walked over to the kitchen and picked out a suitable knife. Susan was simply shaking in panic, but she was held so tight that there was no getting out of this.

“Don’t worry, this will all be over soon,” Mark spoke calmly. Deep down, he had to admit that this woman was very attractive, despite her race. But on the surface, he hated her even more for trying to attract true men like himself. He placed the knife at her abdomen and cut downwards. Susan waited to feel knife penetrate her skin, but it didn’t happen at this time. Instead she felt cool air between her legs as this bastard had cut her skirt and underwear from her body. She closed her eyes as the next cut severed her blouse and bra from her as well.

“Roll her over,” Mark instructed as he pulled off the cut clothing. “Nice ass, Miss.” He said as he grabbed Susan’s tight black cheek. She shivered at his touch as she tried to think of a way out of this. The blade of the knife touched her back and was lightly drawn towards her bare bottom. Again, no cut was made, but that wasn’t going to last. The knife was then moved back up, past her shoulders and came to rest on her neck. With a slight movement, she felt the blade crawl around to her throat.

“You know, a black bitch like you needs to be an example to the rest of her people,” Mark said. “So you should be proud that I am going to make you an example of what happens to N****rs that come to this neighborhood.” He gripped the handle of the knife tighter as he prepared to slit this woman’s throat. For Susan, she knew the end was near and prepared herself for her gruesome end. She only wished that someone would take revenge for her fear and pain. But no one would know what happened to her. She would die uselessly…

Sonni just smiled as she watched this whole fiasco unfold. She could have stopped it much sooner, but she loved watching the interaction between the creatures of this universe. It looked like these men were actually going to kill this woman. How strange. Sonni normally wouldn’t have cared one way or the other, but she had learned something from interacting with these people. Hatred and fear gave off tremendous amounts of energy. And if these men hated this woman so much, imagine how much fear they could achieve if motivated properly.

From her invisible viewpoint at the other end of this grungy apartment, Sonni sent out her magical thought. She wielded this power so thoroughly that the three men never had a chance. Within a fraction of a second, everything was complete. It was time to sit back and continue watching again.

Susan was confused as she weighted for the final slice across her throat. But instead, she felt the hands of her assailants release, and the knife topple forward onto the chair. She slowly turned her head and looked around. What happened to everyone? This question was answered soon as she saw movement on the ground. Standing up from the chair, she looked down to see a tiny bug running away from her. But this bug was strange indeed, since it was running upright like a miniature person. In fact, she quickly surmised that it was the bastard that was going to slit her throat.

“Well, well, it looks like the tables have turned,” Susan said with a huge smile forming on her lips. Reaching down, she picked up the fleeing bastard and lifted him into the air. The inch tall man was in a world of hurt, and she was in the position to inflict it. But his friends had to be nearby. She quickly kicked off her shoes and set the little guy into her right one. There was no way she was going to let even one of these guys escape.

Mark couldn’t believe what was happening. He had been ready to kill that stupid bitch, than suddenly he had been reduced to an incredibly tiny size. He had tried to escape, but it was no use. And now he was actually in the reeking, wet shoe of a black woman. Mark watched her giant naked form move from view as she must have been searching for his friends. Hopefully, they were better at escaping than he was. Unfortunately, this was not the case. In a matter of moments, the giant black woman came back into view holding his two friends. Terry was deposited in the other giant shoe, while Tony was set next to him. He was about to ask Tony what he knew, but the giantess decided to pick him back up.

“Are you scared?” Susan whispered to Mark. “Well, you should be. You were ready to kill me, just a moment ago, so I think I can return the favor.” Still completely naked, she simply tossed the tiny bastard onto the chair she had been sitting on. As soon as he landed on the leather surface, she began lowering herself onto him. Mark looked up at the giant black ass descending on him and took off running. But Susan saw which way he was going and adjusted accordingly. He had no chance as the huge ceiling of black flesh knocked him down.

“Get off of me, you black bitch!” Mark yelled as Susan’s right cheek began pressing down on him. She was careful not to put too much pressure on him at once, since she wanted this to last a little while. She was resting on her other side as she let the prejudiced little man ponder what was happening to him.

Mark was completely sealed in. The soft surface of this woman’s ass cheek had molded around him and had completely cut off any light or air that might have made its way to him. He could only squirm slightly, and he couldn’t even guess which way to go. Was this older black woman really going to squish him beneath her butt? How could an inferior person do this to him? This couldn’t be the way he was actually going to die!

“Are you ready to see how much of my ass you can take, my little seat cushion?” Susan taunted. “I think it’s time you get to experience the full extent of this black woman’s assets, you white piece of filth!” She then began to transfer her weight to her right butt cheek as she felt the miniature bastard press deeper between the leather chair and the tight flesh of her ass. Mark fought a little harder, but knew there was nothing left he could do. He had no air, and now the entire weight of a giant black woman was pressing him down into the chair. He thought briefly about the fact that he was being crushed against a black woman’s ass, and that it was probably the worst way to die. Then, a moment later, he didn’t think anything at all. Pain erupted across his body as every part came equally under the same pressure. Mark gave one last tiny peep as his body simply collapsed and flattened out.

Susan was surprised at the moment that the little man actually died. Everybody said that revenge was a hollow victory. However, this moment of revenge felt incredibly good. Better than she ever expected. She stood up and looked at her backside. Only part of the tiny guy was left on the seat, as the rest was lightly stuck to her rear. She simply smiled as she reached for a napkin on the coffee table to clean up her mess. Within a few minutes, everything was cleaned up and flushed down the toilet. She quickly got dressed and looked down at the two other miniature gang members in her shoes.

“Are you ready to go home?” Susan asked. Both Terry and Tony didn’t move at all. It was only when they saw the giant brown foot hover over their respective shoes that they ran towards the toe section. Terry looked back to try to time his run to get him into a safe place. He shivered at the sweaty touch of this black woman’s toes, but at least he wasn’t crushed as she finished pushing her foot into his prison. But Tony wasn’t so lucky.

“It looks like somebody is a little too big to fit into my shoe with me,” Susan said as she felt the larger young man trapped directly beneath the ball of her foot. She briefly debated on whether she should pull her foot out and give him a chance to readjust. But then she figured she still had the other gang member in her other shoe to play with on the way home. So concentrating on the wiggling sensation in her shoe, she slowly pushed her foot all the way into her pump.

Tony screamed and began beating against the soft underside of Susan’s bare foot. The stench was horrible in this enclosed space, and he tried not to think of the fact that it was some black witch’s foot odor he was breathing in. He was used to being able to intimidate everyone with his size, but now he didn’t know what to do. All he could think of was to fight as he always had, even though it was a useless endeavor. He had been taught from birth that being white gave him the superiority over the black race. Now the tables had somehow turned. Tony was slowly being squished like a tiny tube of toothpaste beneath a black woman’s foot. He began yelling out his frustration and pain as he felt his legs crack and his hips buckle.

“Too bad you picked the wrong black woman to deal with, my tiny little punk,” Susan smiled. She could feel his little bones begin to crack, as well as his body begin to flatten. This was beginning to feel fantastic.

“I hope you realize how wonderful it feels to slowly squish you inside my shoe,” Susan whispered. She was really getting into this as she continued to push her foot into her old leather flat. Tony couldn’t inhale any more as his organs were being pushed up into his chest. Everything was dark, and he was beginning to wish that it would just end. His “wish” came true as Susan finished pushing her bare foot all the way in. Tony’s neck simply burst with all his organs being squeezed upwards, and his head popped right off before being flattened. Susan wiggled her toes briefly as she felt the warm goo move up between her toes. That had to have been the best feeling in her life.

Meanwhile, Terry had been lying under Susan’s toes as she began sweating more and more. In her sexual excitement, she had warmed up more than she had even realized. Terry was being covered in the foot sweat of this colossal woman. For Susan, she was trying to decide whether to kill the last little racist here or wait until she got home. What she didn’t realize is that she wasn’t the one making the decision.

Sonni had witnessed everything and was just recovering from the ecstasy she had felt with the deaths of these pathetic male sub-creatures. But she had other things to do, so she wanted this last one taken care of sooner rather than later. With a tiny thought, she had influenced Susan’s decision.

“You seem to have a choice, my insignificant insole,” Susan said down to her shoe. “You can do exactly what I say and possibly live, or you can disobey me and squish. My command to you is to worship my beautiful black toes. I want you to lick them with a passion you’ve never shown before. If I am not satisfied, you will never breathe fresh air again.” Terry really didn’t know what to do. How could he humiliate himself by licking this inferior black woman? But his racism only went so far. Self-preservation kicked in, and he started licking and kissing the soft, gigantic toes around him. He knew it would taste terrible, given the smell surrounding him, but he was rather depressed at how right he was. As the liquid filth went down his throat, he didn’t even consider stopping. His only shot at getting back to normal was to do this bitch’s bidding.

Terry licked for all he was worth. He even maneuvered his head between this dark goddess’ toes and cleaned the vile grime from there as well. He was getting so sick, but he knew he just couldn’t stop. Finally, when he thought he could endure no more, the giant woman spoke.

“That was a wonderful display of devotion, slave,” Susan said. “It felt really good, but I don’t think this world needs someone like you around. So I have decided to do the world a favor and squish you anyway. But remember that you have just swallowed the gunk and filth from between a black woman’s toes. I guess we both know who the superior person is here, don’t we? And probably worse yet should be the knowledge that I am going to be walking on your corpse long after you are flattened into the insole of my shoe. Just think about that. Every day you will be comforting my big, black, bare feet with your tiny white body. But that is the way it should be. Bye, Bye.”

Tears streamed down Terry’s face as he realized he had betrayed his beliefs to stay alive and didn’t even succeed. The thought of being beneath a black woman’s bare foot for months or years to come was completely revolting. As was the realization of how subservient he had been swallowing this woman’s toe filth. How could his destiny be the insole of a woman’s shoe? This couldn’t be happening! He had to get out! But there was no way out as Susan maneuvered him beneath her massive, dark sole. He could feel the soft, sweaty wrinkles of her foot as the tons of force began to settle onto him. Terry took one more horrid breath before simply squishing beneath the onslaught.

Susan just smiled as she felt the energy flow through her. This was nice. As she walked out of the apartment and down the street, she knew that she had done her bit to improve society. She was reminded of this with each step she took.

Sonni had followed her out and watched her walk down the street. It had been a very intoxicating evening, and it was now time to find some other excitement. Hell was so boring compared to this place. Sonni knew that there was no way she was ever going back. So turning on her stiletto heel, she undid her Invisibility spell and walked through the darkened neighborhood. Perhaps some excitement would find her. Who knew what the night would hold…

SPELLS 2 - VOLUME 5

Holly heard her coach call from across the gymnasium to indicate that her time was nearing for the uneven bar event. In most competitions, this would be one of the events that she would be dreading, along with the balance beam. However, this time would be different. She smiled as she looked at the two tiny girls shivering with fear in her duffle bag.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be long now,” she said with mock concern. Holly thought her plan was brilliant. Not only would she take out two of her major competitors, but they would actually allow her to focus on her routine so that she would score even higher. Poor little Mandy and Trish. They were from two other colleges, and they were very good.

Mandy still didn’t understand what was going on. She had simply gone back to the locker room to get her other bottle of water when everything just got weird. The whole room seemed huge, when suddenly a giant hand had picked her up and deposited her in this duffle bag. Now she was looking up at a giant girl named Holly, wondering what was going to happen. At least Trish was here as well. Whatever was going to happen, she wouldn’t have to go through it alone.

Mandy watched as Holly began taping up her giant foot. The white tape was used by many gymnasts to help provide some extra support to the ankle, but watching a giant do this procedure was extremely intimidating. It was even worse as Holly’s gigantic hand reached over and picked Mandy up.

“I bet you want to compete, too,” Holly said. “I guess you can come along.” With a chuckle, Mandy was placed along the arch of Holly’s soft, bare foot and taped in place. Within moment, everything was dark as Mandy couldn’t believe what was happening. She knew how the uneven bar routine went, and there was no way she would survive in the position she was in.

“Please, let me out!” Mandy yelled. “I’ll do whatever you want!” But to Holly, it was simply a cute little squeaking coming from her foot. With a quick wave to Trish, she zipped her bag back up and carefully walked towards her coach. The wiggling of Mandy felt fantastic against her arch, and Holly knew this would be one of her best routines ever. She would have to be careful not to squish Mandy too soon, though, since she really wanted to stick the landing.

Mandy continued to try to break out of the sticky tape, but it was a very difficult task. The only thing that made it easier was the fact that Holly’s foot began to sweat. While this created a rather gross environment, it allowed a little more movement. It was at this point that Mandy felt Holly begin her routine. The sickening motion was almost more than Mandy could take as she realized she would never be able to get free before Holly planted her foot against one of bars. But to Mandy’s surprise, Holly was actually careful not to hit a bar solidly with her arch. The centrifugal force of the spins actually allowed Mandy to slide away from the arch of this psychotic giantess. Perhaps everything would turn out alright after all.

Holly loved how things were going. She had left part of the tape near the front pad of her foot loose, so that Mandy would slide into the pocket during the event. That would keep her safe for the entire routine, until the dismount. As soon as Mandy slid away from her arch, Holly completely relaxed and gave the performance of a lifetime. She could still feel the tiny girl wiggling against the bottom of her foot, and it felt so good. And the fact that it was a competitor made it all the more pleasurable. Holly actually felt a bit depressed that her routine was coming to an end. But as she dismounted the apparatus, everything slowed down. She was aware of everything as she flew through the air. The twists… the flip… her struggling victim… everything was perfect.

Mandy realized what was going to happen too late. She couldn’t crawl back to Holly’s arch, due to the huge forces acting on her tiny body. There was no place to go as she felt some of this bitch’s foot sweat slide down her throat. Her scream turned into a gurgling cough as the end finally came. For a brief moment, Mandy experienced the softness of the mat below and the moist suppleness of Holly’s rubbery foot above. However, both compressed quickly and Mandy simply exploded.

Needless to say, Holly stuck the landing. The feeling of her competitor being liquefied was beyond description as Mandy’s remains oozed back down along the arch of Holly’s foot. As she walked off the platform, she was only dimly aware of the congratulations from her team and coach. Holly had one more event to go, and she need the help of a little girl named Trish…

*****

Daria had the plans for the party pretty well made at the nicest hotel in town. With her unlimited funds, she had rented the penthouse suite for the night. It was going to be so much fun. At last she would reveal herself to Kyle and humiliate him even more in front of all the girls at the party. But there was something missing. While her revenge on Kyle had definitely been at the forefront of her mind, there was another person that she wasn’t finished with either. Jim…

Daria had let Jim off the hook for far too long, and now it was time to get a little vengeance on the man that tried to destroy her spell book. And as she sat there, an idea began forming in her head. A way to torment him for a very long time. It would require her to enlist the aid of an unsuspecting person, but then again, that never stopped her before. It was time to place a call.

“Hi Jim, this is Daria,” Jim heard on the other end of the phone. It had been years since they had spoken, especially since Daria had gone to college so far away. But it didn’t take long for a spark to light up inside him at the sound of her voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jim tried to sound happy, but not desperate. “It’s been a long time.”

“I was wondering if you would want to come to a party that my sorority is putting on?” Daria responded. “It’s this weekend, and I need someone to go with. Do you think you could make it?” It was too bad she couldn’t use a spell at a moment like this to secure his loyalty, but the distance was just too vast. Her charm would have to work.

“Sure, I could probably make it. Although it is short notice,” Jim said. He wanted to play it as cool as possible.

“I have just the place for you to stay, too. So don’t worry about a hotel or anything,” Daria continued. She was simply giddy with how well things were going.

“Sounds great!” Jim answered. “I can’t wait to see you this Friday.” And with that they said their good-byes. Both Daria and Jim were thinking that this was going to be a fantastic weekend. However, one of them was bound to be disappointed…

When Friday finally came, Daria had everything set up. Her accomplice was one of the girls in the sorority that would be the last one to ever hurt anyone. Rebecca was a gorgeous young woman who entered beauty pageants regularly and always placed in the top five. Her long, auburn hair framed her beautiful face so perfectly that it was a wonder she wasn’t conceited or vain. Rebecca didn’t have a large chest, but rather average sized breasts. However, it was her legs that the guys fell all over themselves for. She had long, toned legs that seemed to reach for miles. How she stayed in such perfect shape was a mystery to most, since she didn’t really watch what she ate or exercise too much. Some people just had the right genes.

Using Rebecca as an accomplice was originally set in motion because she had one flaw… her feet tended to sweat a lot. This, combined with the fact that she had a favorite pair of black, dressy, high-heeled pumps that she wore bare foot created a perfect situation for Daria. She knew that Rebecca always wore those shoes for competitions and nights out on the town. And last week, Daria had pretended that she needed similar shoes for a job interview. In exchange, she had loaned Rebecca her Maryjanes.

Those Maryjanes had seen quite a bit of wear since Daria bought them the day she last had seen Kyle in the hospital three years ago. The first year and a half, she tried to wear them every day. Daria always kept them looking perfect, but when any of the girls in college wanted to borrow them, she didn’t hesitate. The idea that Kyle would eventually be back in a shoe that had been worn by so many young women, made everything perfect. Especially now that Rebecca had worn them.

Jim was very excited to be seeing Daria after all this time. He even considered this party as kind of a “date.” So before going up to the sorority house, he picked up some flowers for her. Then, taking a deep breath, he went up to the door of the house and knocked. A tall, beautiful red-head answered the door and quickly told him which door was Daria’s. The woman seemed to be in rather a hurry, but Jim couldn’t help but admire her almost perfect body, especially her legs.

Finally, he stood before Daria’s door. Again, he took a deep breath to calm himself, than knocked. Within moments, the door opened, and there stood Daria. She was still as pretty as ever, and Jim quickly handed her the flowers.

“Thanks, Jim, come on in,” Daria invited with a smile and a quick hug. “It has been so long, and we have quite a bit to catch up on. Let me put these flowers in a vase, than we can talk a bit.” Jim stepped into the room and looked around. It was obviously shared by another person, but everything seemed to be very orderly. He began to take off his jacket and slowly walk around. It was then that he spotted something on Daria’s desk that made his heart sink... the spell book. His eyes turned immediately to Daria and found that she was staring right at him.

“You didn’t really think that I would give up on my true calling that easily, did you?” Daria said with a sinister glint in her eyes. Without waiting to find out anything more, Jim rushed towards the door. It was a small room, and he would be gone before anything horrible could happen. But time began to slow down as he felt pain rip through his entire body. He knew he had to fight through it, but the door to freedom kept getting farther and farther away. Not to mention larger and larger. Eventually, the futility dawned on him, and he stopped running. He turned to see Daria still standing at the other end of the room, which seemed miles away. It was almost as if she was daring him to try to escape.

“Come now,” Daria said in mock sympathy. “Did you really believe I wouldn’t get my revenge? You caused me so much anguish when you tried to destroy my spell book, and I think it is only fair that I do the same for you.” The ground began to shake for Jim as he watched this colossal woman walk towards him. Within a few strides, she was standing directly over him, and he simply sat down and waited for the inevitable. He looked at the shiny, black, high-heeled pumps she was wearing and knew that he would soon be crushed by one of them. The woman he thought he was going to finally go on a date with was about to squash him into nothing in just a few moments.

Jim watched as Daria moved her right foot and gently pushed him over onto his back. At least it was probably meant to be gentle, but it was like being nudged by a truck. He didn’t resist in the least as he watched the sole of this shoe rise up and then settle slowly on him. He closed his eyes as he felt the dusty contact with the bottom of Daria’s shoe.

“Are you ready to squish, my little worm?” Jim heard as he actually began shaking beneath her shoe. “How does it feel to be so insignificant? With the slightest pressure, you will simply be a stain on my floor. Good bye, Jim.” Daria stood there for a minute, actually able to feel her tiny, former “friend” quivering beneath her shoe. This was turning out to be better than she had envisioned. For Jim, he just kept waiting for the end. It seemed like an eternity before he heard Daria begin to laugh as she removed her foot.

“Like I said earlier, you caused me quite a bit of time and anguish,” the giantess explained to Jim. “I can’t have your punishment over so quickly. But I have wasted enough time. I think I had better get on with my real plan. Crawl inside this shoe.” Jim watched Daria pop her heel out of a pump, then pull her bare foot out. He had thought he had caught a bit of odor while he was trapped under this leather pump, but now it actually wafted down around him. He was only standing in front of this monstrosity, and the smell caused him to throw up right there.

“And you think it’s bad now, wait until you get in,” Daria chuckled as Jim continued to retch on the floor. “Unless you want me to step on you instead?” Jim looked up to see Daria’s smooth, wet sole hovering over him. He remembered similar visions from when she turned him into a shoe and a bug. He did not want to end his life beneath something that smelled that bad. And by the tone of her question, Jim was guessing that Daria didn’t really intend to step on him. So, holding his breath, he jumped onto the toe of the shoe and climbed to the opening. He could see the waves of stench rising up from the soft, worn padding of the insole. But not wanting to anger Daria any more, he closed his eyes and jumped in. It was obviously only a matter of time before he would have to breathe, so he decided to get the inevitable over with.

The smell actually knocked him off his feet. He vaguely remembered being worn by Daria’s foot as a shoe, and the smell was nothing like this. Even as a bug, trapped completely in her loafer, the smell was very different. It was almost as if the odor in this shoe was composed of different women, not just Daria.

Daria simply smiled down at Jim’s predicament. She even watched him try to throw up again, but he seemed rather empty from his first bout. It was time for her to finish with her revenge, so she removed the other pump and walked over to her desk. Even she had to admit that the smell from this shoe was horrendous. But that was what made it even more enjoyable. Taking a small razor, Daria began cutting part of the insole out, right near the toe indentations. Only a tiny square was needed, and within moments, she was holding the tiny piece of insole in her palm. She then walked over to the other shoe.

“Are you ready for your new life?” Daria asked as she approached. Jim had heard the soft slapping of her bare feet as she approached, and looked up out of the shoe with tears in his burning eyes. When Daria got to the shoe, she pushed it over and watched Jim go flying. With a chuckle, she began reciting the Transformation spell. Jim recognized it, but there was no place for him to go. Never the less, he had to try. So running for his life, he tried to get under one of the beds in the room. But before he was even close (by his standards), everything went dark.

Daria was grinning from ear to ear as she saw Jim turn into a white mist. It seemed ages ago since she had first done this to him, but now she was an expert at magic. Crouching down, she held out the tiny square and touched it to the mist. Seconds later there was a duplicate piece of insole lying on the floor. It was then that there was a knock at the door.

“Daria, I’m just about ready to go, and I need my shoes,” a voice called through the door. It was Rebecca. Daria knew that she would have to work fast, or all this would be for nothing. Putting the original piece of insole in her pocket, she picked up the “Jim-insole” and placed it back into the original hole she had cut minutes before.

“I’ll be right there,” Daria said as she rushed to fit it in just perfect. For Jim, he was completely confused. He knew he had been transformed, but he didn’t know into what. It didn’t take him too long to realize that it had something to do with the shoes that Daria had been wearing. He couldn’t move at all, and now he was set into a hole in one of the pumps. And it also began dawning on him that these were not Daria’s shoes, but rather somebody else’s. But his mind was still whirling from the spell.

Daria finally got the correct orientation of Jim inside the insole, than cast another spell… Mending. The Mending spell did exactly what it was supposed to. It fused Jim into a tiny part of the insole. He would now be stuck forever beneath Rebecca’s toes. Without thinking too much about it, she picked up the shoe and placed it on the floor next to the other one, then rushed towards the door. Trying not to sound out of breath, she opened it and smiled.

“Sorry about that, come on in,” Daria said in her sweetest voice.

“No problem, I’m just a little ‘on-edge’ due to the competition today,” Rebecca replied as she entered. She set Daria’s Maryjanes down and then walked over to her own lucky shoes.

“I was just glad you didn’t need my shoes any more,” Rebecca continued. “I need all the luck I can get, and I just wouldn’t feel confident if I wasn’t wearing these.” Daria just nodded as she watched this beautiful, innocent girl wiggle her feet into her shoes.

Jim wanted to scream. He recognized the voice of the woman as the gorgeous red-head that had answered the door. And now that he saw her pretty foot begin to fill up the pump that he was stuck in, he almost went insane. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he could only lay there. And as darkness surrounded him, he realized there was no way to communicate to this woman that he was a part of her shoe. Indeed, he had been fused with the rest of the insole, and there was no way for anyone to realize he was more than what he appeared.

“Don’t worry,” he heard Daria’s muffled voice, “I think I’ll get my own pair of high-heels. Those were so comfortable, but I don’t think I will ever need to see those again.” Jim’s mind simply froze. Daria was the only one who knew he was here, and she was going to let this woman wear him for the rest of his life. But that thought was quickly wiped from his mind as Rebecca turned to leave. The sheer amount of weight pressing into him was astounding. He felt himself compress beyond what he thought possible. But still, he could not scream in pain.

“Wish me luck!” Rebecca said as she left the room. ‘It’s not you that is going to need luck,’ Daria thought. Poor little Jim will need nothing short of a miracle to ever experience life again. Jim would have been thinking the same thing if it wasn’t for the mixture of smell and pressure all around him. He didn’t have anything to throw up, much less a stomach. But after a few minutes beneath the foot of this beautiful goddess, he quickly realized he was wrong. As her foot began to sweat profusely, he felt it soak directly into him. It felt as if he was swallowing gallons of the putrid liquid, and still it continued. He was trapped! How could this have happened?! How could he get out?! The answer eluded him as he began to realize that the rest of his life was going to be spent beneath the reeking, sweating toes of this stunning, blameless young woman. If he had eyes, he would have cried…

*****

It was Saturday morning and preparations for the party were underway. Kimberly was getting Kyle ready while Colleen was working on “modifications” to the trunk that Daria had given them. Their first attempt at getting Kyle in the trunk was not even close to being successful. Colleen had followed Daria’s suggestion of putting a whole in the end so that Kyle’s head could stick out. Meanwhile, Kimberly was fuming at how “unreasonable” Kyle was being for not fitting perfectly inside the trunk. While she was trying to think of a way to fit Kyle into the inside, she purposely placed one foot over his groin and pressed down.

Even though the damage to his groin had been extensive, Kyle still felt intense pain course through his body every time Kimberly pressed her foot down. He wasn’t sure where they were preparing to take him, but he knew he was supposed to be transported in that small trunk. There was no way he was going to fit. And watching Kimberly take her frustrations out on him just wasn’t fair. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, with simple tennis shoes on her bare feet, nothing like what she had been wearing when she last stepped on his nuts.

“OK, I think I’m finished,” Colleen said as she wiped the sweat from her face. It figured that the party would be on one of the hottest days of the year. And it was supposed to reach 90 degrees by this afternoon.

“Well, let’s see if he fits now,” Kimberly hissed as she gave one last shove with her foot. Kyle gave a slight peep of pain as he was dragged over to the trunk. Both girls had to work very hard to get him over the edge of the trunk, than just let him topple in. He landed on his stomach, right on his face.

“Now give him a push,” Colleen instructed as she went to the hole where Kyle’s head was supposed to pop through. Kimberly walked over to the other end of the trunk and placed one foot inside. It was right between Kyle’s legs, and she didn’t hesitate to use an abundance of force. He felt the top of her foot impact his mangled “package” sending a shiver through his entire body. Kyle also felt Colleen’s hand on the back of his head as she reached over and grabbed his hair. She then lifted his head up and guided his face towards the hole she had made.

“Damn it!” Kimberly yelled in frustration. “I’m really getting pissed now!” She had grabbed hold of Kyle’s ankles and was slowly bending his legs down, over his back. She had seen contortionists do this, but Kyle was not even close to their flexibility.

“Maybe we should flip him over,” Colleen suggested. But the look on Kimberly’s face indicated that it was not open for discussion. She simply kept bending Kyle and shoving him forward with her foot. It was then that Colleen realized she had made an error.

“Umm, I think I may have cut the hole too small,” she said. Kyle couldn’t have agreed more. He was in intense pain from having his tendons and ligaments ripped apart as his legs were forced over his back. But his immediate attention was the fact that his face was pushed tight against this hole, and his head wouldn’t fit through. Kyle felt the edges of the hole, pressing sharply into the sides of his poor face, but Colleen had definitely cut this hole way too small.

“He’ll be fine,” Kimberly said without taking a look. She was now pressing down on Kyle’s legs with her full weight, and everyone in the room could hear the creaking and popping of the different parts of his legs and back. On top of that, he felt his neck ready to snap at any moment since his head was craned back at such an extreme level. With a final grunt, he heard Kimberly behind him shut the trunk’s lid.

“Quick, close the clasps on this thing,” she said excitedly. Kimberly was sitting on the trunk’s lid, with all her weight needed to keep it closed. It was as if someone had put too many clothes into a suitcase. Colleen came around and fastened the clasps, allowing Kimberly to get off. She then walked around to see how well Kyle’s face was doing. Both of them couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. His face was bulging outwards against the hole, causing his eyes to have the appearance that they could pop out at any moment. His mouth was stretched tight as well, looking like a frog ready to go after a fly.

“Almost a perfect fit,” Colleen said with a chuckle. Kyle couldn’t believe what they had done to him. His claustrophobia was acting up like never before. He was so scrunched in that his chest could only expand a fraction of an inch. He was hardly able to breathe, and the contortions of his body were giving him intense throbbing in all his limbs. The girls then lifted the trunk onto its side so he was now staring up at the ceiling.

“We can’t let his face be bulging out like that,” Kimberly said. “We need to push it back into the box.” Without a moment’s thought, Colleen took off her tennis shoes and jumped up onto the trunk. Kyle looked in fear at this bare foot giantess as she towered above him from his perspective. Then she lifted a sweat-covered foot and placed it right on his face.

“Sorry about this, but we can’t let anyone see you,” Colleen explained with a wide grin. She didn’t seem too sorry, Kyle thought. His other thoughts were occupied by the strong smell and slimy feel of Colleen’s small, sweaty foot. Then she began to push down, eventually standing full-weight on his poor face. But while tears poured down his cheeks, there was absolutely no room for his head to retreat into the trunk. He felt his neck and back crackling, along with his nose, but still he wouldn’t budge. Even when Colleen bounced up and down, all she succeeded in doing was breaking his nose and causing blood to begin to drain down his throat.

“Hmmm, I guess we’ll just have to place a covering over this end,” Colleen said as she finished wiping the sweat, grime, and blood from her foot onto his stinging face. “But you can’t say we didn’t try to get you to fit.” His vision began clearing when he realized he wasn’t quite through with their punishment yet. Colleen had turned around to put her shoes back on and sat down right on his face. The softness of her cute little ass would have turned him on if he hadn’t suffered catastrophic damage to his groin. But the main problem was that without her sitting on his face he was only getting a trickle of air. With her denim covered butt directly on top of his face, Kyle was completely deprived of oxygen. This was the last straw. The combination of pain, claustrophobia, and oxygen deprivation finally took its toll. When Colleen hopped off of Kyle’s face, she turned to see that he had gone unconscious. She quickly made sure she didn’t kill him, than realized that it was probably for the best that he wasn’t going to be awake for the trip to the party. Both Kimberly and Colleen were guessing that Daria had some nasty plans for Kyle. And they both couldn’t wait to find out how this night was going to unfold. This would be a party none of them would forget…