From underneath the bleachers, the view of the girls volleyball team practicing was quite a sight indeed. James squatted down between the third and fourth bleacher and peered through the small crevice. The girls were just warming up, volleying back and forth, and laughing at one an another. The gymnasium echoed with the squeaks of there shoes and the high pitch bursts of their voices. James just watched, and eventually started to notice the erection that was forcing his way out of his jeans.

James has always had a shoe fetish when it came to girls. He would ogle them from across the room if he had to. He would stare at the treads on the bottoms of shoes, and wonder what it would be like to have those shoes on top of him, so he could lick them clean. Quite the freak, he thought to himself. Often times, he would find a seat in back of a beautiful girl, just so he could sprawl his feet out and try to play footsie. Most of the time, the young beauties would not even notice that their feet were touching his own. If they did, they would simply say, "Oops, sorry about that!", or, "Not trying to play footsie with you there James." He never minded though. He would play it off nonchalant, knowing deep down that he would masturbating about their shoes later on in his bed.

James’s fetish would get so extreme, that sometimes, he would steal shoes from young girls that he knew. He had grown quite the collection under his bed. He had black boots, white tennis shoes, sandals, running shoes, brown shoes, brown boots, etc... All belonging to a beautiful young girl that he knew. The last pair that he had ganked were from a tall beautiful brunet named Amanda. She was a goddess in James’s eyes, and probably every guy at the school. She stood at about 5'10", black hair, and dark, rich brown eyes. He swore that sometimes her eyes looked black to him. Her frame was also stunning. She had a young lean body, a firm full butt, and size D breasts. Very developed for a 16 year old girl. She got homecoming queen her freshman year in high school. This didn’t surprise most people. James would lay with her brown sandals at night and lick the treaded soles. Wishing that she was there to fill them up, and crush his perverted face.

Amanda was one of the girls that he was watching more than the others underneath the cramped dark bleachers. He would also look at Becky, one of Amanda’s best friends. James would fantasize about her religiously. He did not own a pair of her shoes, and yet, he could picture her above him, letting him lick the dirt of her sleek black boots that she would wear all time. Or better yet, the brown American Eagle boots that she would trample the halls with. In heaven maybe. Becky was only about 5'1", quite the opposite of Amanda. Watching Becky talk to her looked like little sis and big sis. Becky also had big beautiful breasts, about a size D. Her hair was bleached blonde for some reason, covering up the fact that she was a true brunet. Her face was the picture of innocence. A big beautiful inviting smile, complemented by a button nose and brown eyes. I would lick both of their shoes until they shined with my slobber. They are goddesses that I should worship all day, everyday.

James’s erection became rock hard watching the two gorgeous young ladies talking back and forth. Each time one of them took a step, he would imagine just for a second that he was underneath them. Being crushed by a beautiful girl like Becky, or Amanda would be a life well spent. He almost wished to be small and unnoticed so he could sneak up and lick their shoes when they weren’t looking. It would be dangerous if he was tiny, but well worth the risk when he was able to run his tongue along the treads of their nike tennis shoes.

James jumped and nearly fell over when someone walked up above him in the bleachers. The thuds started at the bottom and worked their way up. 1, 2, 3....4. The footsteps stopped directly above James. And were followed by an ass sitting down. Who in the hell would sit right above me? The bleachers are empty. James slowly looked up to see who it was. If he was busted like this, his peers might not ever let him live it down. He tried to make his boner go away, but was having issues. He peered out of the darkened area of the bleachers to see another girl that he knew. Salene. James let out his breath.

Everyone seemed to know Salene, and yet nobody did. She was as mysterious as mysterious could be. She always wore black, and would keep to herself. She seemed to be friendly with everyone really. James was a little shy around her, because of her attractiveness, but she would always smile at him, when she passed him in the halls. Her Doc Martins! James glanced up and over the ledge of the bleacher a little bit to catch a glimpse of her boots. She had them on. The pair of boots that would make him cream himself. Not only was Salene hot, she had on a pair of boots that James would worship until he died of old age. They were black with yellows soles, with horizontal tread marks along the front part of the soles. The low lying heel of the boot was treaded around the perimeter with a four pointed star in the middle. And they were so close to James!

In a squatted position James, turned around underneath the bleacher so that he could get a better view of the miracle that was happening above him. The moving process took about 5 minutes seems how he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Slowly but surely, positioning him self just right, he was now facing the back of the bleachers with is eyes looking up at Salene and her sexy boots. James was so torn. His body told him to lift up his head and lick her boots. His brain was telling him otherwise. It would be foolish to get caught committing such a perverted act. Then again, his brain was telling him to get on with it, because this was the chance of a lifetime. When would he ever be in this position again. Probably never.

James inched his head up slowly. Salene started tapping both of her feet in a rhythmic motion. She must be waiting for someone. It was the end of the school day. Most people were on their way home or home already. James was glad that he could finally drive himself to school. He told his family that he was working out in the weight room. Which isn’t too far from the truth if you considered pre-ejaculation, voyeurism, and suppressing boners an exercise. Salene stopped tapping her feet and slid them out so that parts of the soles of her boots were now exposed to James. James felt himself rising again, his penis starting to stiffen. Salene slid her feet forward even more so that the arches of her feet were now using the edge of the bleacher as a fulcrum.

James felt a wetness in his underwear that could only of been cum. He lifted his head up instinctively and licked the bottom of Salene’s sole. A whistle sounded by one of the coaches of the volleyball team, and all of the girls started running to one side of the gym. James nearly fell over from the commotion, thinking that he was caught. His heart must have been pumping peanut butter, the way it was about to ba-bump right out of his chest. He looked around left and right at both sides of the bleachers, but no one was watching him. His eyes could have been the size of saucers, but it was too dark underneath to tell. Luckily for James, the bleachers had boards on the sides too. Probably a safety measure so people don’t try to climb under them. If you are skinny like James though, it isn’t hard to squeeze through the back alongside the wall.

Another whistle echoed through the gym, and the girls started to run back and forth. When they would touch a certain line on the gym floor, they would turn around and come back to where they started. The trampling of their shoes was intense. Squeaking and thumping reverberated throughout the gymnasium. This is my chance. James turned around and licked the bottom of Salene's boot again. And again. Soon, he started tasting his own slobber, and not the dirt and rubber that was previously there. James was rock hard at this point, licking both of Salene's boots, making sure that every tread and groove was glazed. Between the cleaning frenzy of his tongue, he would slip in kisses to Salenes boots. Salenes started to press her boots into James's face. He could feel the weight difference, as she did this. He would start to pull back thinking he had been caught. But to James, it almost felt like Salene was enjoying this, unknowingly.

After what seemed to be about 5 minutes of ecstasy, the volleyball team lined up on both sides of the net and began scrimmaging. James started to undo his belt buckle and pants so he could jerk off and get the most out of what was happening. It was a little tricky licking Salene's boots and getting his pants off at the same time.

When he finally did, he noticed the weirdest thing. He looked back up at Salene and noticed the she was a little farther up than before. That's weird. He stood up completely underneath the bleachers and was right where he was before. He started to lick at her boots again when he realized that he was having to get up on his tippy toes to reach her. Alright, something is definately wrong here!

The girls playing volleyball seemed to be getting louder and louder. There shoes now making loud thumps every time there was a sprint or a jump. Even there shouts and voices began to get louder. James was starting to shrink. Fast! He looked down at him self and noticed that the sleeves of his short sleeve t-shirt were completely covering his hands. His pants had fallen easily to the ground. He lifted both of his feet out of his shoes with out even touching the shoes them selves. What is happening to me!

Salene stood up on the bleachers above him, and the bleachers started to groan from her weight. At James new size, his hearing seemed to be amplified for some reason. As Salene started to make her descent, James saw a giant Doc Martin, followed by the underside of a giantess leg moving gracefully toward the bottom of the bleachers. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Salene's steps were so loud that James screamed and covered up his ears. Each step sounded like a bomb going off over head, shaking his world, and his eardrums. When Salene reached the floor of the gymnasium, she took the last step with a jump and landed on the gym floor with another seismic Boom! James looked down at him self again and realized he was in trouble.

James was now about 3 inches tall. He stood next to his former clothes which now towered above him like a small mountain. Every thing was so gigantic. The bleachers now seemed like the inner working of a giant building under construction. Only the building seemed to go on forever in both direction. The gum wrappers, straws, and other discarded garbage on the floor now rivaled James's current size. He picked up a gum wrapper that was wadded up and noticed that it weighed about as much as one of his textbooks. James turned around in shock as another whistle went off in the gymnasium. The sound made James hit the ground in fear. It sounded like an air raid horn, or some kind of horn that you hear cry out at the fire station every Sunday.

James lay on the ground with his ears covered and stared out at the volley ball team. They were gigantic. If James wanted to, he could crouch down and pass underneath the bottom of the bleachers onto the floor. It could be dangerous though. At his size, he could be crushed to death unknowingly by a girl chasing a ball or something. Isn't that what I want though? Despite James's sized, he started to pop one of the most intense boners of his life watching the girls underneath the bleachers. They were giantesses that could crush him completely flat, and they probably wouldn't even feel it! James's figured that he was only a head taller than the toes of their shoes. Which means that to James, they were probably 70 - 80 feet tall. The tall ones like Amanda might be a hundred + feet tall.

The pounding continued as the girls would jump and spike a ball, or run back and forth. James felt a little exposed with out any clothes on. Being completely naked at this size didn't seem as offensive though. James laid down so that he could see underneath the crack of the bleachers comfortably. He then began to jerk off at the goddesses that were towering in his view. The pounding of their shoes seemed to excite him the most. Each thump sounding like a house falling from the sky.

"So I can see that you are getting used to your new size"

James sat up startled and looked back to see a towering girl crouched underneath the bleachers behind him. It was still dark underneath the bleachers, but James had no problem making out who it was. Salene. She must of wanted to confront the perv herself.

"Wait a minute"! James exclaimed. "This isn't what it looks like. I don't know what happened to me. One second I was big, the next.."

"Yah Yah. I can't understand a word that your saying." Salene spoke like she was growing impatient. She looked down on him with little regard to his state. Almost like she was looking at a bug that should be squished. "How about you just come with me somewhere quiet so I can hear you".

With that, Salene scooped up James's frail naked body into her hand and started to turn away toward the side of the bleachers. James was being gripped like a GI Joe. There was no escape from Salene's grasp. And even if there was, it would be a long fall to his death. As Salene crouched and stepped over railings and obstacles, James was whipping back and forth like it was some sort of amusement park ride. His hands were trapped to his side, and only his head was popping out of her cupped hand. I can't believe this is happening to me.

When the blinding light from the gymnasium hit James, he realized that he was not in the bleachers anymore. The thundering of the girls volleyball team told him the same story. If it was loud underneath the bleachers, it was twice as loud out here in the open.

The world was whipping by so fast that it was hard to make out things. James was facing Salene's body anyways. He would mostly see the side of her hip going by, back and forth, back and forth. If he craned his neck to the side he could see the floor. Salene's strides were frighteningly huge. Each one ending in a boom. James could almost hear the leather in her shoes from this distance.

There was a loud metal clanging noise, and James was not inside the gymnasium anymore. From looking at the ground, he was in the outside lobby where the trophies were from all the sporting events of the school. Salene stayed on a steady pace past the doors to the outside and the office. She pushed against another door and James looked down to see a new kind of floor. Tile floor. This is the girls bathroom.

Salene opened the door, and began looking underneath the stalls to see if anyone was there. When she discovered that she was alone, she turned around and locked the door. She walked a few paces back into the bathroom and set James on the floor.

James looked up at the tall goddess standing above him. He knew he was in big trouble. Only moments before was he licking this girl’s boots, wishing to be underneath her forever. It seems now that he might get his wish after all. Salene’s boot came forward and kicked James to the ground. It felt like a battering ram smashed into his chest. One of his ribs may have been broken from the impact. He looked up at Salene while on his back. She was standing up straight, so he couldn’t see her face at all, not over her breasts anyways. She had on a pair of denim bibs, with a tight black shirt underneath. James sat up a little more and saw that her Doc Martins were gigantic. Like 2 houses standing directly in front of him. Laying down, even the treads of Salenes boots would be taller than him.

Salene leaned over a little bit and looked down on little James. Her face looked dominant, and maybe a little bit amused. "I saw you hiding underneath those bleachers, and thought that I would treat you to a taste of my Doc’s", Salene said as she lifted the toe of her right boot up with the heel still on the ground. The boot hovered right over James. "Didn’t know that you would actually lick them though", she giggled as she started to bring her boot down slowly over James.

James looked up to see one of the house sized boots coming down on him. He started to get one of the most intense erections he has ever had. The boot was coming closer, and the tread was looking more detailed the closer that it got. Stones stuck in the treads, wrappers, and dirt ground into the bottom. Kind of surprising for James, he thought that he had did a good job of cleaning them under the bleachers. James’s world started to get darker and darker as Salene lowered her boot on top of him. Eventually it forced James flat onto his back. He didn’t dare hold up his arms in defense, the weight would snap his arms. Eventually her boot stopped. It was on top of his entire mid section and his chest. James was able to move his head, legs, and arms, that’s about it. Saleens boot was close enough that it was right on top of his boner, crushing it into his body.

Salene could feel James squirming underneath her boot sole. She lifted up her boot and brought it down to the same position. She did this a couple of times while she giggled. "Come on James, don’t you want to get off now. You little freak".

James wasn’t far from it either. Every time Salene’s boots came down, it crushed his boner. Eventually it started to come down faster, and more frequent. Salene was tapping her boot on James’s frail body, and it was starting to cause some real pain. The force of it was crushing the back of his tail bone into the ground. The front of his body felt badly bruised, at least the areas that were absorbing the impact. His ribs hurt the most though. James made the mistake at looking up at the wrong time, and his head was thudded back down into the ground. The sole of Salene’s boot kept crushing his boner however, and eventually he cried out from the most intense orgasm he ever had.

Salene lifted her boot off of James and crouched down close, so the James could get a good look at her face. "I hope you enjoyed that. Because now, I have little use for a boy as little and perverted as you. I think that the volley ball team will agree". Salene winked and scooped up the small battered man in her hand.

James was still orgasming in her hand. He had his head sticking out of her hand again, noticing that the room had once again changed.

Salene crossed the lobby where she had exited the gym and approached the drinking fountain. She waited for a moment to see if anyone was coming. Nobody was, the halls and the lobby were very empty due to the fact that it was the end of the day. Salene smiled to herself as she began to squeeze her hand. She relaxed her hand, she squeezed, she relaxed, she squeezed.

James was once again being crushed in the same type of rhythm, only this was her hand. Her hand was extremely smooth. Like a giant piece of satin. However, it had the ability to make James’s eyeballs pop out if it wanted to. James began to get more scared as the Salene lowered him to the ground.

Once James was let down, he collapsed from the pain in his chest. The kick that Salene had delivered earlier began to take its toll. James lay on his back trying not to move, so the pain would not return. The pain did not go away though. In fact, it came back 10 times worse when Salene lifted her foot and crushed both of his legs into the ground. James howled in pain as Salene twisted her foot on his legs. Both of his legs disappeared at the knees underneath Salene’s gigantic tread. James ecstacy had turned to agony. I’m going to die!

His knees felt like a small insect to Salene. Barely noticeable really. She lifted up her boot to see what she had done, and saw a small red stain on the floor. James was now crippled, just what she had wanted. "I’m not going to kill you James, even though you want me to at this point. No, I’m gonna let the volleyball team take care of that". Salene glanced up and studied the drinking fountain in front of her. "Sooner or later those girls are gonna get thirsty, and you know what that means James". Salene took another step forward and crushed his legs even more. She bent down and took a drink out of the drinking fountain. She spit down all of the water on top of James.

The water hit James, and he was shocked back into a state of utter pain. His ribs were broken, and now his legs were completely crushed and mangled from the knees down. The water kept him from passing out. James looked up at Salene one last time.

"Goodbye James". Salene walked torwards the empty hallway and vanished around the corner

James looked up just in time to see Becky’s white tennis shoes slam down on his waist. Crushing his hips, boner, and every thing else in the region. She took another step and she was taking a drink right over James.

James was screaming in agony, after being crushed even further. He could see up into Becky’s shorts, but to little enjoyment. His cock was now a smear underneath her Nike crosstrainers. Amanda was next in line, and her black Nike was the last thing that James saw. He looked up to see black treads and a white line running up the middle.

Amanda’s shoe stepped down on James, completely covering his body. The weight caused James to explode and crack underneath Amanda. The goddess took a step forward, but James body was still stuck to the bottom of her shoe. He was crushed in Amanda’s stride 5 times before his flat mangled corpse came off the bottom of her shoe. His body was crushed and trampled a few more times by the team. It’s too bad he was already dead.

"I’ve got your breakfast ready for you honey".

Brandy always cooked breakfast for Mike every Saturday. After a long week at the factory, there was nothing that Mike wanted more than to sit down uninterrupted from his video games.

"In a minute".

Mike loved Brandy to death. It was only that their relationship had hit a stagnant point sexually. In the beginning, they were having sex like animals. Presently, they hadn’t had sex in almost 2 weeks.

It seemed strange to Mike. Brandy’s such a beautiful girl. Standing at about 5'7", short brown hair about down to her ears, bright vibrant blue eyes, and a stunning figure, Brandy had no problems looking good for her man. Her breasts were small too, which made Mike want her even more.

Lately though, their romance was fading. Mike couldn’t understand why. He would slave day in and day out so they could enjoy a place of their own. They were both young, about in their early 20's, trying to get by on what they could afford for themselves. Which wasn’t a whole lot. But they still had each other.

The apartment that they had gotten was fairly nice for people as young as they were. It was a spacious one bedroom apartment with cathedral ceilings. A full kitchen with a washer and dryer in the back room. Brandy kept their home spick and span. It was hard to find dust on anything.

Brandy decided not to wait for Mike to come and get his breakfast and brought it over to his favorite chair. Mike was too wrapped up in his video games to notice.

"Here you go sweetheart" Brandy said as she set the plate of hot sausages on the ground next to him.

"Thank you".

"Don’t I look cute today"? Brandy did her hair special that morning. She had on a pair of North Carolina Tarheels shorts with a tight white shirt that made her slim figure stand out. Her hair and makeup were also done up, and she was sporting a pair of ankle socks that made her calves look strong and muscular.

Mike turned for about 3 seconds, smiled, and turned to resume his video game.

Brandy took the hint and let him be. She had grown very unhappy with their current situation. Mike seemed to not even care if she was around anymore. On the weekends, she would visit friends in town and go out to the bar and drink. On more than one occasion, she went home with a man and slept with him. It would be pleasurable for her at the time, but it would always make her feel bad when she came back home.

Mike would sit up at night wondering where she was. Sometimes, he would fall asleep on the couch watching TV because it would be past 2 or 3 in the morning. It saddened him when she didn’t come home at all. Which was happening more frequently as of late.

Mike had his own way of working things out for himself. He would wait until Brandy left the house, and then go online to jerkoff to his wildest fantasies.

Brandy would come home early sometimes and catch Mike in the act. He would play it off like he was checking his emails, but Brandy knew better. Eventually when Mike was away, she went online to investigate matters herself. What she found simply disturbed her. Pictures of women stepping on shrunken men, young girls giving blowjobs and handjobs, women trampling men, women giving guys footjobs! It was amazing to her what guys were turned on by. But it hurt her feelings that Mike would rather jerkoff to a computer than have sex with her. After finding these things, she started becoming less guilty of sleeping around on him.

After Mike finished his breakfast, Brandy came to get his plate. She knew that he wasn’t leaving his video games any time soon.

There was a knock at the door.

Brandy set down the dishes, dryed her hands and walked over to the door to answer it. It was her friend Salene.

Brandy had wanted to get back at Mike for the way he had been treating her lately. She knew she deserved so much better. She just wanted Mike to understand so they could be close again. When she heard that Salene had become successful in shrinking men of her own, Brandy wanted to try it out for herself.

Brandy opened the door and greeted Salene with a giant smile and an excited "HI"!

Salene looked as quiet and devious as ever. She had on almost all black. A very pretty girl though. She was tall and full bodied for her age, which was only 16!

Salene smiled and held up a small baggie full of powder along with a CD. The CD was Brandy’s idea, so Mike wouldn’t become suspicious.

He never even looked up from his game though. He assumed it was something she forgot in her friends car the other night.

"Thanks girl"! Brandy gave Salene a wink and shut the door.

Brandy and Salene weren’t the best of friends really. The age difference was pretty extreme. Brandy just knew Salene through a series of acquaintances. They met each other at an "under 18" club and they seemed to hit it off. After Brandy explained to Salene what she had found on her computer, Salene became very sympathetic, more than anyone else she had to talked to. Salene put in that she had a way to shrink Mike if she was interested. Brandy was.

"Do you want something to drink honey"? Brandy wanted to try this out. It would be nice having a miniature Mike to play with.

"Coke is fine". "Damn it!". Mike did his best not to through his controller through the screen. With all the stress with Brandy lately, it was hard not to. He wanted to work things out with her. He asked her to marry him the other day, hoping that it would bring them closer together. To his astonishment she said yes. The ring costed Mike about 6 months of pay. It was worth it to him though. He just wished that she didn’t go out to bars with her friends all the time.

"It’s next to the chair, careful not to knock it over". Brandy didn’t need any spills on her clean rugs. Especially a spill that contained such a valuable ingredient.

Mike paused his game to lean over to grab it. He took a few sips and set it back down.

Brandy watched from the kitchen and smiled turning back to the dishes. Salene said that the effect would take place almost instantaneously. So she tried to keep watching Mike as she was putting things away.

Mike began to feel a little odd. Like he was sitting farther and farther away from the TV. The controller he was holding began to feel heavy, and eventually he couldn’t even wrap his hands around it. He dropped the controller looking down at him self. His pants felt like they were made for a 600 lb person, and his shirt felt like a NFL jersey. Something was wrong. He went to stand up only to notice that his feet weren’t touching the ground in his chair. Mike was 6'3". He had know problem touching the ground in chairs. Mike hopped down from his chair and stood up straight. He was now level with the TV! Mike’s pants fell around his ankles, and before long, his shirt fell off of him as he came up through the neck hole. He was about a foot tall before he stepped out of his clothes completely. But that was not it. In the end, Mike stood at about 2 and ½ inches tall. He could tell because he was about half way up the Coke can he had just set down.

Mike began to panic at what was happening, but at the same time, he felt very aroused. He had always wanted to be small so he could be dominated by a giantess. He glanced down at him self and noticed an erection. Just thinking about the possibilities excited him.

"Well look what we have here", Brandy said with a gigantic grin on her face. Her smile always looked big to Mike, but today, it was enormous. If Brandy wanted to, she could swallow him whole and have no trouble getting him to go down.

Brandy began to walk over to Mike and the rumbling in the floor felt like earthquakes. Not major devastating quakes, but tremors that would wake anybody up from sleeping. His eyes bounced up and down in his head as she approached. Mike noticed that she slipped on her white and blue Filas to match her outfit. The shoes were now as big as his apartment once was. His apartment was now the size of his neighborhood.

Brandy loomed over him like a giant building. Mike backed away not knowing what to do.

"Well, this is what you wanted isn’t it"? Brandy moved lifted her right foot over Mike and began to bring it down on him.

Mike made a run for it, but the shoe came down too fast forcing him to the ground. It was not on him completely though. It was just high enough, that he could reach up and touch it. So he did. The sensation made his erection come to life. Underneath Brandy’s shoe, Mike felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He reached down on himself to work out the cum that was already starting to come out.

Brandy lifted her foot off of Mike and exposed him.

"I knew you were a freak!".

Brandy bent down and scooped up Mike in her hand, she walked over to a near by glass, and dropped him inside. Mike looked up at his new prison. He was no longer liking being this small and helpless. The glass only weighed 1 pound. To Mike it might of weighed 800 lbs. He pushed against the side of the glass to no avail.

"I think it’s time that we started being honest with each other. I have known about your little fantasies for a while now. I think that you should know about me too".

Brandy turned away with a morbid glance and picked her phone up off the counter. She dialed a number and began talking happily to someone on the other line. Mike couldn’t make out her exact words, but it sounded like she was talking to a guy.

Brandy stepped closer to Mike so that she could look at him closely on the table.

"Alright, see ya."

Brandy snapped her phone shut and set it down next to Mike. Even her cell phone dwarfed Mike in comparison. Mike was curious about who she was talking to, and what she needed to be so honest about. When he started to put 2 and 2 together, the thought of Brandy cheating on him began to make his heart ache.

After about 15 minutes there was a knock at the door. Brandi once again answered with an enthusiatic "HI!" and let the person in. To Mikes astonishment, it was a guy after all. No one he recognized though. All he noticed about him were the tattoos running up and down each of his arms. Mike may have seen him at the bar once, but he couldn't be sure. He was way to small to tell anyways.

Brandi acted like she had met him before. She gave him a big hug as soon as she shut the door. It wasn't a "friend" hug though. There was more feeling and closeness. He must have been pretty tall, Brandy was up on her tip toes. To Mike though, everything was extremely tall.

"Haven't seen you in a minute", said the stranger as he continued his hugging, it looked more like groping now.

"Yeah, it's been a couple days huh?". Brandy reached her hand down and started to caress the front of the guys jeans. Mike watched in horror as she rubbed her hand up and down on his crotch. The guy just smiled and bent his head down to kiss Brandy. The kiss seemed to last forever. The sound of lips on lips, slobber on slobber. Mike continued to watch, even though his eyes were welling up. This was his fiance!

Brandy was slowly leading this guy over to the table where Mike's prison was. They were about 3 feet away, (Brandy's feet). Still kissing and feeling each other up. Brandy quickly undid the man's belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His boner was enormous. Of course to Mike everything was. He was pretty sure that this guy was bigger than him though, at Mike's normal size of course. Mike started to sob to himself as Brandy knelt down on both of her knees in front of the guy.

Mike used to love the way Brandy would give head. She was so sweet about doing it when ever he wanted. She was so good at it too. Brandy never minded getting him off.

Brandy wrapped her hand around the guys dick and started to jerk him off slowly and sensually.

"Isn't your boyfriend coming home soon or something". The guy was trying to play it cool, even though it must have felt awesome.

"Don't worry about him, he's of little importance to me at the moment". Brandy looked directly at Mike to make sure he was watching, and then placed the huge cock in her mouth. She slowly went up and down it, causing the guy to moan in satisfaction. She continued this for a few minutes before taking the wet throbbing dick out of her mouth. She started caressing the guys balls with one hand and licking his long shaft with the other.

"Your so dirty. That feels so fucking good". The guy obviously didn't care that this lady was taken. Mike had enough. He stood up and started shouting at the top of his lungs. He rammed into the side of the glass hoping to knock it over, but it was much to heavy. His words never reached their ears.

Brandy started to moan herself as she would occasionally shoot glances at her tiny boyfriend. They were looks of pure pleasure in what she was doing.

The suck session that was going on in front of poor Mike seemed to last an eternity. The guy started grabbing hold of Brandy head and fucking her mouth, causing Brandy to gag. She enjoyed it though. When the guy would let go she started to jack him off with her mouth still on the head of his dick.

"Yeah that's it". The guy was starting to reach his climax, and Brandy could tell he was almost there. She started stroking his cock a little more delicately, and sucking a little bit harder.

"Yeah! Oh!". Brandy continued to suck like she was treating herself to a stick of candy. The man orgasmed completely in her mouth as she was stroking him. Brandy got every last drop out of him, causing the guy to shake and spasm for a good 45 seconds.

Mike sat in his glass looking on in utter sadness. The woman he loved just went down on another man right in front of him. He wanted to leave so badly, but all he could do was watch.

Brandy ended up swallowing the guys load, something that she hardly ever did for Mike.

"You taste yummy", Brandy said with a quirky grin as she started to stand back up. "Mike will be home soon though, you should probably take off".

"That's cool". The guy buckled his pants back up and planted another kiss on Brandy. He wasn't as passionate as before. The thought of tasting is own cum would probably make him gag.

"Are we still hanging out this week?". The guy may have been spent right now, but he wanted more of Brandy's lips later on.

"Oh ya! Just call me when ever, I'll be here". Brandy spoke with an exasperated laugh. She was still happy.

"Ok, later".

"Later."

The door closed and Brandy turned around to the table. The look on her face now looked a little bit guilty. But in an instant, it was back to devilish. She walked to the table and looked down on Mike in his glass.

"And just so you know, his name is Jeremy, and he is SO much bigger than you".

With that, she picked up Mikes tiny naked body and set him down on the floor. Mike looked up once again to the tall goddess who had total control over him. Still wearing her Filas, she moved one of them quickly torwards Mike blasting him in the stomach like a battering ram. Mike flew back several feet onto the linolium floor of the kitchen. Both the kick and the fall knocked the air out of his lungs. He tried to catch his breath that wouldn't come. Brandy took a step forward and once again raised her right foot over Mike. This time her heel was still on the ground, with the toe and the sole of her foot raised above. She slowly lowered it, Mike could do nothing except watch the descending foot. Her tread was eventually covering him completely making things darker and darker. When the rubber over shoe was on him enough to hold him down, Brandy stopped.

Her foot was on Mike's tiny body, and she had all the time in the world to make him suffer. She had just put him through quite a lot though. He was just forced to watch his girlfriend suck off another guy. With that thought, she slowly lowered her foot even more. She began to feel a crackling through the sole of her shoe. About halfway down from her previous position on Mike, she decided to lift her foot off to get one last look at her former boyfriend.

Mike was crying in pain. His ribs were broken from Brandy's ungodly weight, and he was coughing up blood. One of his arms were also broken from it being on top of his chest during the crush. When Brandy lifted up her foot, he coughed up more blood. He looked up at her at tried one last time to get her attention.

"Please! Don't!". Mike tried to move, but it felt like his spine had gotten crushed too. He couldn't feel his legs anymore.

"Still begging huh?", Brandy said with a giggle. "Oh look, a bug!"

Brandy lifted her foot high above Mike, and brought it down with a quick stomp. Mike's world ended with a close up view of her treaded Fila.

Blood splattered to the sides of Brandy's foot. It splattered half way across the kitchen, and onto to nearby cupboards. Brandy twisted her foot several times for good measure, grinding Mike's dead body into the floor.

She lifted up her foot to see the remains, but there wasn’t anything that could distinguish a human being, other than the blood. The body had been ripped and torn open so that the bones and organs were mixed into a paste.

Brandy kicked off her shoes so she wouldn't track blood in her clean apartment. She had already made such a mess.