Spells 2 – Volume 1
Kyle looked overhead and watched as the sweat-covered sole of Daria’s bare foot descended on him. This time, she wasn’t just going to torture him. This time, he would be flattened out beneath that stinking weight. Everything slowed down as it continued to get lower and lower. He tried to move, but he was simply frozen in place. He didn’t want to die like this! This is not the way his life should end! Then, with quickening speed, the colossal ceiling of flesh came crashing down…
Kyle opened his eyes to the familiar sounds of the Health Care facility that took care of him. He could feel the sweat trickle down his face, but as usual, he couldn’t move a single muscle in his body. The damage Daria had done to him while he was trapped in her shoe was irreparable. And even now, he could still taste the vile crud from between her giant toes that she had somehow made him hold in his mouth and eventually swallow. But that was two and a half years ago. Kyle thought that the psychological trauma that he had gone though would have eased up by now, but he could never forget what she had said to him the last time he saw her. She would be back for him. And next time, she was going to step on him while he was trapped inside her shoe.
Everyday, for these last two and a half years, Kyle had watched each minute tick by. There was nothing he could do. He occasionally daydreamed of what his life was supposed to be like. Going to college… Joining a Fraternity… Spring breaks… Massive parties… All these were denied to him, and would be for the rest of his life. Even if he somehow regained his mobility (which was very doubtful) he still would never be able to enjoy sex again. The damage Daria had done to his groin was permanent, and there was nothing doctors could do to help him. It wasn’t fair that he had been trapped in this body with nightmares every night, while that bitch got to do all the fun things that he longed for. College, sororities, spring breaks, parties, and probably even sex were all things she didn’t deserve, but probably enjoyed these past years. Life was so unfair…
*****
Daria couldn’t help but think of how close she was coming to deciphering the ritual. It had taken her only a day to find the burnt spell book in the culvert, but two and a half years to try to piece together the ritual on the inside back cover. Jim had done quite a job burning the pages into ash, but he hadn’t figured out that the covers and binding were made of metal. Engraved inside was a Ritual of Restoration.
Daria had been ecstatic at first, since she knew she could regain her power and seek revenge on Jim for even thinking about harming the book. But as the months dragged on, her heart had begun to sink. There was the distinct possibility that she may never solve the ritual. But after scouring the internet and looking in old books in some of the oldest libraries in the world, she had begun to understand. And she felt that in a few more days, she would be ready to try.
Jason had been “seeing” Daria for their first two years of college, having met in a party during “Greek Week.” She had been trying to get into the Kappa Delta sorority, while he had been going for the Sigma Nu fraternity. Both of them had gotten into their respective Greek houses, and now Jason liked to think of Daria as his girlfriend.
However, Daria just thought of Jason as a very close friend. She had been very preoccupied with getting the information she needed to restore the spell book, while still getting good grades in general classes. She did manage to have some fun at the beach, though, actually getting a rather nice tan, which she never had before. By now, the money she had set aside for college was running pretty low, but Daria knew if she could restore the spell book, she would be able to get as much money as she wanted. Then she could work on her revenge.
By the end of the week, Daria had finished deciphering the ritual and knew everything that was needed. Apparently, all that she needed for the restoration was a “friend” as indicated in the writing. She had been concerned about this at first, but it didn’t say anything about a “sacrifice” or any tool to inflict any injury on the “friend.” Perhaps someone else was needed to channel some extra energy. So after waiting for her roommate, Holly, to leave for the weekend, she called Jason over for a special experiment. She had to chuckle at the speed at which he crossed the campus and made it to her house. She truly had been neglecting him recently, but she could make it up to him tonight. Perhaps there was a little more to their friendship. In the little bit of time that she had, she prepared the room by drawing a star in a circle on the floor with chalk. She then put the spell book in the center of the pentagram.
“Hi, Daria, what’s up?” Jason asked. He was still breathing a little hard from his run over, but he was very fit and had a great body. The ideas that were beginning to run through Daria’s mind were making it hard for her to concentrate on the task at hand.
“I need a witness to an experiment I have to do in my Ancient Mythologies class,” Daria said wishing she didn’t have to lie. “My professor said I can get extra credit if I analyze an ancient ritual and try it out. You don’t mind watching do you? We can do something more fun afterwards, I promise.” That was all Jason needed to hear, since it had been quite a wait for Daria to warm up to him. Tonight might be a magical night, indeed.
Daria began the slow process of performing the Ritual of Restoration. Jason lasted about a half hour before he fell asleep. Daria was a little surprised at how long it took, but she wanted to be extra careful so that this all worked out perfectly. She wanted the book back and was willing to take as much time as necessary. Three hours later, she finished and felt a slight tingle going through her. Daria remembered how wonderful the curses felt, but even a slight touch of magical energy was intoxicating.
Smoke began rising in the center of the pentagram as Daria watched in anticipation. This was the first magic she had seen in over two years, and she didn’t want to miss a thing. She was hoping the smoke would coalesce into the pages burnt from the book, but instead something very strange happened. They began to form into a person.
“What’s going on?” Daria heard herself whisper. This wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not with what she had read. But there could be no mistake. The mist was forming into the silhouette of a woman. Within minutes, standing before Daria was a 6’4” tall, blond model dressed completely in red leather. Daria had to admit that the tight leather showed off this woman’s assets perfectly. From her leather bra, to her leather shorts, down to her stiletto boots, this woman oozed sex appeal. Something in Jason’s unconsciousness decided that now would be a good time to wake up, and slowly he began opening his eyes. But he quickly came to the conclusion that he must still be dreaming.
“Greetings,” the woman began, “my name is Sonnielion, and you have summoned me. What is your wish?” Talk about being intimidated. Daria just stood there for a few moments when she realized she needed to answer this woman. Jason was now fully awake (or fully dreaming) as he simply stared with dropped jaw at this perfect woman that stood before him.
“Well, Sonnielion, I wish to have the spells restored to this spell book,” Daria finally got up the nerve to say. She was still unsure of what to make of this woman, but she could feel the magical energy simply radiating from Sonnielion’s body. It was actually kind of exciting.
“No problem,” Sonnielion responded with a smile, “and you can call me Sonni. Can I assume that this handsome young thing is your ‘friend’ that you were required to bring?” Daria was beginning to calm down by this time and nodded.
“His name is Jason,” Daria introduced, “and my name is Daria.”
“What’s going on here?” Jason finally cleared his mind enough to answer. While he could have simply stared at this magnificent woman all night, he really felt that he should chime in, now that he was introduced.
“You are about to fulfill a service for this young woman,” Sonni explained. This was the part that she loved best. Admittedly, getting away from Hell had its inherent excitement, but first she had to take care of the business at hand. There were rules by which she could be released from the confinement of Hell, and Sonni had to go by the book on this one. This chance didn’t come along very often, so she had to be careful not to frighten her ticket out of there.
“Tell me, Jason, do you care for Daria?” Sonni asked. Dialog was important in this case. If she led the questioning correctly, this young human would walk right into her web.
“Yeah,” Jason hesitated, “of course. We’re best of friends.” He had found his voice, and was trying to sound confident.
“If you had a choice, would you choose to be with her or me?” Sonni continued. This was the setup question. Either answer would throw him off guard. She couldn’t help but smile as his mind tried to think logically and clear away all the chemicals coursing through his blood. Would he choose friendship or lust?
“I would have to choose…” Jason stammered, “Daria. What we have is more permanent than anything I could have with you.” He was sweating profusely now, but he knew he had made the ‘correct’ choice. This whole experience was becoming very overwhelming.
“Very good,” Sonni smiled. “I can see you truly are her friend. Then to finish what she wanted me to do, all I need is to touch your hand.” And with this, Sonni reached her leather gloved hand out from the center of the pentagram, but not crossing the outer circle. The original question was simply meant to create a tense moment for Jason. His answer along with her response would cause him to feel extreme relief. It was at these moments that humans were so easy to manipulate.
Jason, indeed, felt relief. Without even thinking, he extended his hand through the outer circle of the pentagram and touched the soft red leather covering this gorgeous woman’s hand. He was surprised by the shock he received as Sonni touched his fingers. He was equally surprised by her stepping forward, out of the circle drawn on the ground. But the most stunning thing of all was the fact that this extremely tall woman was beginning to get taller. She was probably six feet in height without her boots on, and she was beginning to get taller very quickly.
Daria had simply been an observer to all of this, but was now watching in amazement as Jason dwindled before her eyes. She remembered seeing people shrink before, but it had been quite a while. And while it had taken her a few seconds to recite the curse, this woman did it effortlessly. Sonni must truly be something beyond human.
Within moments, Jason had been shrunk to an inch tall. He wasn’t sure what was going on, or how this could happen, but he was completely enthralled by the two red, leather walls on either side of him. Sonni’s huge boots rose up like towers, and he felt compelled to walk over to one of them. It looked so shiny and smooth, even at this close range. As he touched it, he marveled at its suppleness, and the fact that he could see the slight movement of the giant foot inside it.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Sonni commented. “Go, on, see what your friend’s shoe is like as well.” Jason glanced over at Daria’s leather loafer and began walking over there. Daria smiled briefly as she realized that she was wearing the same old black, leather loafers she had worn the first time Jim had been changed to a bug. It was a little intoxicating to see a small creature crawling towards her foot again. But after two and a half years of wearing these things, she knew she wasn’t going to have Jason crawl inside them. He would probably pass out before he landed on the insole.
Jason got to the worn black wall of Daria’s shoe and touched it as well. It had a far different feeling from Sonni’s boot, in that it was so old. It was very supple, though, and felt so soft. One thing Jason noticed was that he could smell Daria’s foot even through the old loafer. These were old shoes indeed, and he had seen her wear them frequently over the years. Not as much as another pair of shoes, but still quite often. Suddenly, he came back to reality when one of the giantesses began to speak.
“Well, Daria, here is your choice,” Sonni explained. “You can remove your shoe and step on little Jason, here, with your bare foot, or I can lift up my boot and slowly crush him for you. If you do it yourself, I will grant your wish, and restore the spell book. If, however, you find the idea of stepping on your friend too repulsive, I will be more than happy to feel the little guy pop beneath my boot. But then you don’t get your book. What’ll it be?” Both Daria’s and Jason’s hearts dropped at about the same time. Jason’s probably fell farther and faster though, as he turned back to look at the enormous foot of his friend. A foot that he could not imagine would actually crush him.
Daria was completely torn. She actually did consider Jason her friend, but she desperately needed the spell book restored. She looked down at the tiny bug in front of her shoe and felt sorry for him. He was already backing away as if he sensed his inevitable doom.
“I’m sorry, Jason,” Daria sadly apologized. “But this book is very important to me. I wish there was another way, but it’s either going to be me stepping on you or this woman. Wouldn’t you rather be stepped on by me?” None of this brought comfort for Jason. Actually, now that he was seeing that his friendship with Daria wasn’t as strong as he thought, he would rather die beneath the boot of Sonni. If he could smell the stench of Daria’s bare foot when it was still encased in her shoe, Jason was truly frightened by what it would smell like if he was slowly being squashed beneath it. He didn’t know how to get out of this, so he simply got on his knees and begged Daria not to step on him.
“Please, please don’t squish me!” Jason yelled. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes as his entire body began shaking in fear. Not like this… he didn’t want to die beneath Daria’s foot like some worm.
“I’m afraid that begging isn’t going to help in this,” Daria continued while lifting her bare foot out of her shoe. “Just lie down and let’s get this over with. Wouldn’t you rather have your last experience be with me? I promise that my foot is very soft, and that it won’t hurt too bad when you squish.” Daria was faintly beginning to feel excitement about this. Jason’s death was inevitable, and so he might as well be crushed beneath a friend’s foot than a complete stranger. And this would get her spell book back as well.
Jason watched as Daria lifted her immense bare foot over his head. He knew that his time was up, and that there was nothing more to do. The idea of actually being crushed beneath his “friend’s” foot was so repulsive, but he wanted it all to be over quickly. He shouldn’t have to die like this, squished into the soft wrinkles of Daria’s sweat-covered sole. Even before it touched him, he rolled onto his back and simply stared up at his horrible fate. He was destined to have his life snuffed out by a girl’s foot. How could this be?
The smell that assailed Jason’s nostrils was absolutely horrible. He never remembered anyone’s foot smelling that bad before. And as the soft pad of Daria’s bare foot slowly pressed into him, he couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve this. Why did his last moments alive have to be surrounded by a reeking stench of foot odor? The answer was irrelevant as Daria continued to press down. Jason struggled briefly against the claustrophobic flesh, but soon he was held fast. His chest compressed first, followed by the popping of his hips. He opened his mouth in a soundless scream as a few drops of foot sweat trickled down his throat. But Jason had no air to cough them out with, and there was really no time. As his sides split from the weight of this girl’s bare foot, he felt pain course through his body along with a single thought… Why did his last vision of this world have to be the bottom of Daria’s bare foot? And with that, his body simply flattened out with a squishy crunch.
Daria stood there for a little while as she felt the energy course through her. It had been a long time since she felt that wonderfully addicting power of snuffing out some poor bastard’s life. Admittedly, Jason had been a good friend. But now he was an even better friend by giving up his life for her enjoyment. In the back of her mind, she realized that he probably suffered horribly before she finally flattened him against the floor. However, the thought that her foot smelled as bad as it did, made the energy coursing through her that much stronger. Jason’s suffering had caused a bigger release of energy than if she had just stomped him flat. She would have to explore this further.
“Well, here is your new book,” Sonni said as Daria looked up. Apparently, Daria had been staring at her foot for almost a minute, and Sonni had fulfilled her side of the pact. The spell book looked just as it had when Daria first found it in her attic.
“I’ll be leaving, now,” Sonni said, “but I imagine we may see each other again some time.” And with that Sonni walked out the bedroom door, leaving Daria to clean up what was left of Jason from the bottom of her foot (as well as the floor). Sonni was now free, and she had quite a lot to do. It had been several centuries since she had been released, and this new world looked fascinating. With a single thought, she changed her clothes to more appropriate attire for a cool fall night. Though, she still kept her red leather boots…
As she left the sorority house, Sonni began walking around the campus. She heard quite a few parties going on, and this reminded her of the fact that she wanted to see a little more fun before she began her freedom in earnest. Sure, Daria had to squish her friend beneath her foot, but she had done similar things before. The emotional energy released had been rather minimal, as well as too quick. Sonni needed to feel some energy that was a little bit more potent. And it didn’t take long to find the right couple…
“How could you sleep with someone while dating me?!” Harry asked Jessica. It wasn’t like she was even trying to hide this fact from him. And while she was absolutely gorgeous, Jessica seemed to think that she was practically royalty.
“Two dates does not really count as ‘Dating,’” Jessica responded. “Besides, I can have any guy I want, so you should feel lucky just to have gone out with me at all. I mean, really, look at this body. I can’t help it if I’ve achieved perfection. If other guys want to buy me things and get close to me, we can’t really blame them, can we? Who wouldn’t want to be close to perfection?” Harry was simply flabbergasted. How conceited could a person be? He paid for everything on their first date, and then tonight he paid again for the movie, and drinks at the bar afterwards. She never stopped flirting with the other guys at the bar, and then one had approached that said he would like to experience the ‘magic’ that they had last night. Completely ignoring Harry, Jessica actually said that she would be available later tonight! Of all the nerve!
“Listen, I can’t even believe someone like you exists!” Harry sputtered. “I think it’s best we go our separate ways.” Without even waiting for a reply, he simply began walking away. He tried not to think about her flowing blond hair, her voluptuous chest, and her fantastic legs that seemed to go on forever. He deserved better than that bitch, and he was feeling better about himself with each step he took in the other direction.
“Suit yourself,” was Jessica’s only reply. She was already thinking about hooking up with that totally hot guy she met earlier at the bar. But suddenly, inexplicably, she fell asleep, right on the bench. She never saw Sonni approach from behind, and with a single thought, suggest Jessica fall asleep.
“Excuse me,” Sonni called to Harry. “Did she really treat you that bad?” Harry turned to see the mind-numbing blond walking towards him. There was something about her that made his hormones flood throughout his body with a simple glance.
“Jessica’s the most conceited bitch I’ve ever met,” Harry explained. “I’m not even sure why I dated her in the first place, except that she is very pretty.” But not as pretty as you, Harry thought.
“How about we have some fun,” Sonni said as she looked around to make sure no one was watching. “Come with me.” And with that, Sonni reached out with her red-gloved hand and gently pulled Harry back towards Jessica. Almost in a trance, Harry followed. Soon they were back with Jessica while she slept on the bench.
“What’s the plan?” Harry asked, noticing that Jessica had fallen asleep. He was wondering if there was a practical joke in her future. But in an instant, everything changed. Everything just exploded around him, and he suddenly felt himself shrinking. To his surprise, the tall blond model never let go of him. Within moments, he was only a few inches tall, sitting on the supple red leather covering her palm.
“We’re going to play a little game,” Sonni said in a whisper as Harry continued to shrink. “I know how much you hate this young woman, and yet I feel that the two of you should be together for a while. So I’ve come up with a plan.” By this time, Harry was less than an inch tall, and still shrinking on this field of red leather. He also noticed that he was completely paralyzed.
“You see, I love causing a little mischief every now and then,” Sonni continued. “And for tonight’s mischief, I’m going to change your life. I have shrunk you down to 1/16th of an inch and paralyzed you. Since this woman thinks she is a goddess here on Earth, I will test this theory by placing you where you belong… at her feet. More specifically, between her fourth and fifth toes, since you are more insignificant than her smallest toe.” Harry could only watch as everything shifted. He was now sitting on the tip of this woman’s index finger, and fast approaching Jessica’s foot. Harry continued to watch as this model removed Jessica’s high-heeled pump and picked up her cute bare foot. But to Harry, its size was beyond his comprehension. Especially as he approached her smallest two toes. He observed the other giant red hand separate Jessica’s giant toes as he was thrust into the dank crevice between them. He actually stuck there, with his back to one wall of flesh, staring at the opposite toe as it slowly came towards him.
Harry knew he would be done for when that other toe pressed into him. At his tiny size, there was no way he would be more than a tiny little splat between this bitch’s toes. The sticky sweat from between these two digits soaked through his back instantly, and the stench was almost more than he could bear. He was almost thankful that he would be dead in the next few moments as the giant woman released her hold on the other toe. He closed his eyes as he waited for his death. Harry felt the soft impact, then screamed in pain as he was pressed between these gigantic walls of putrid flesh. He waited to lose consciousness, but he didn’t. Somehow, he had survived, and he was only lightly being touched by the other toe.
“The other powers I’ve given you are indestructibility and invisibility,” Sonni’s voice thundered down. “I’ve done the magical equivalent of super-gluing you to the inner side of Jessica’s smallest toe. You will be able to subsist on the sweat and dirt that accumulate near you, but this self-absorbed girl will never know that you are stuck between her toes. And while you are indestructible, you will still feel the pain and pressure of every step she takes. Not to mention being squished continually when she puts her tight sexy shoes on. You may pass out from time to time, especially if she goes swimming or takes a bath, but you won’t drown or die. But don’t worry, you won’t have to stay there forever. I have set the indestructibility spell to be cancelled in 6 years, 6 months, and 6 days. The glue affect will last until you are dead. Thus, eventually, you will be squished between those two toes, than simply washed down the drain when she takes her next shower. Enjoy your new position as Jessica’s toe jam!” Sonni couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Harry’s face. She had excellent vision, and could just see it through the crack between Jessica’s toes. Without waiting for anything else, Sonni placed Jessica’s shoe back on her bare foot and walked away. She could feel Harry’s frustration magically ripple through her. This place had so much to offer, and she had all the time in the world.
Harry was still in shock from everything that had happened. How could this be possible?! Was he really going to be stuck between this self-absorbed bitch’s toes for over six and a half years?! He was already being pressed hard between her reeking toes, now that the giant shoe was back on, and he shivered as Jessica began to wake up. He felt his world move as this giantess placed her foot on the ground and stood up. Harry screamed in pain from the shear amount of pressure pressing against him from all sides. What was going on?! As heat and sweat began accumulating around him, he felt the roller-coaster ride begin as Jessica walked home. She had no idea that the nerdy guy she had two dates with was suffering horribly in her shoes between her toes. But if she had known, she would have felt extra pleased with herself, since that was where he belonged… licking the sweat from her feet.
No one heard from Harry again. His world became one of insane pressure and sickening rides as he spent the next six and a half years swallowing the sweat and grime from between the toes of one of the most vein, conceited bitches on the planet. His mind screamed a single word into the night… Noooooooooooooo…
*****
Meanwhile, Daria simply looked at the new spell book she held in her hands. She paged through it briefly, making sure all of her favorite spells were there. It wouldn’t take her long to memorize them, and already thoughts of revenge were entering her mind. Kyle and Jim had done so much against her that they really needed to be taught a lesson. But first she had to keep her promise to Kyle. And perhaps the two girls that he was going to meet two years ago after prom could help. Unknowingly, of course…
(***** Volume 2 *****)
Daria knew she had quite a bit of things to do in order to begin the “revenge” phase of her life. So, deciding to take the next week off of school, she began to pour over the spell book, learning every spell she knew before. There were even a few extra that she took the time to commit to memory as well. For four days, she studied like she had never done before. By the fifth day, she was ready to rest a little.
With the weekend coming up fast, Daria knew that there would be no rest for the weary. But in order to continue with her plans for Kyle, she would need a lot more money than she had in her savings account (which was practically depleted). However, now that she had the spell book, she would never need to worry again.
After spending the morning in the library, Daria had found the perfect rationale for her soon-to-be fortune suddenly appearing. There had been numerous treasures lost at sea, so why not lay a claim to some of those gold coins lying at the bottom of the sea. After committing the design of the coins to memory, Daria went back to her room and sorted out all of her pennies from her coin jar. Then, for the first time in almost three years, she began to cast a spell. Luckily, the Object Transformation spell was a lot easier than the old Living Transformation spell she had used to turn Jim into her shoe so long ago. By the end of the day, Daria had a mound of gold coins in which to retire with if she wanted to.
Even though it had been a mind-draining week, Daria had trouble sleeping with all the excitement she was going through. She had more money than she could ever use, and now the second part of her plan had to begin. It began with the buying of a small house that was near the college campus. There was no need to haggle for a price, but she did make sure it was in great shape and had nice, large rooms. Furnishings were equally easy to come by, since she could just hire a decorator and have them to all the work. While that was being done, she could devote the rest of the weekend to Kyle and his two girlfriends.
It was now time to get Kyle to agree to move into the new house. Of course, he wasn’t in any position to agree or disagree, so Daria would have to go through his mother. But she didn’t think that would be that tough. After taking a few deep breaths, Daria picked up the phone and dialed Kyle’s number.
“Hello,” said the female voice at the end of the line. Daria immediately recognized it as Kyle’s mom.
“Hi, Mrs. Furguson, this is Daria,” she said, “I was wondering if you had some time to talk about Kyle. I have come into some money recently, and I would like to help him out. The college is trying some alternative treatments for victims of strokes and spinal cord injuries, and I was wondering if you would consider allowing Kyle to be transferred down here. I’ll take care of all the arrangements, and I’ll only need you to release him to my care.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear,” Kyle’s mom replied. “I always thought the two of you made a perfect couple. He’ll be so happy to have you taking care of him.”
“Actually, I would prefer that you didn’t tell him,” Daria quickly said. “I don’t want his feelings for me getting in the way of his treatment. Just tell him that he is being transferred to an alternative medical clinic, and that he will be well taken care of. I am even arranging his care by two nurses so that he’ll have around the clock supervision. I can drive up next week and bring the paperwork with me. He can then be brought down to the house to begin his new therapy.”
“Well, all this sounds just wonderful,” Mrs. Furguson said. “It has been quite a while since I had any hope that he would get better. I look forward to seeing you, dear.”
“I look forward to it, too,” Daria replied. “Bye.” That went even better than expected. Now it was time to get his two nurses.
Well, from what Daria had heard, Kyle’s slutty little friends from Prom weren’t really nurses, but they had taken some training classes at the local tech school. Their names were Colleen and Kimberly. And they never really stopped being the preppy little bitches that Daria hated so much. But they would definitely serve their purpose.
A week went by with little fanfare as Daria had to let the house get prepared before having Kyle transferred in. She figured that she would talk to the two girls while she was up getting the paperwork signed. In the meantime, she had to use a couple of Mind Control spells to get everything squared away for her college classes. After all, she still wanted to stay in the sorority on campus. She didn’t want too many people to know how wealthy she was. By the time the weekend came, Daria was anxious to drive back to her home town and get everything ready.
The paperwork went through with extreme ease, and Kyle was set to be transferred down early next week. Daria was now the official caretaker for him, and he didn’t even know it. After saying goodbye to Mrs. Furguson, Daria called Colleen and Kimberly’s numbers and set up a dinner meeting for that night. Both sounded a little nervous and slightly skeptical, but Daria knew she could alleviate that pretty quick.
“So, I heard the two of you are in the nursing field,” Daria began the dinner conversation.
“Well, we took a few classes at the tech school, but it’s not really enough to get a job with,” Colleen said. Kimberly just nodded as she took a bite of her salad. Both of these girls had hardly changed in two years. They were still the same stuck-up girls from before. Colleen was the perky blond who wasn’t really that bright upstairs, while Kimberly was more reserved, with dark brown hair flowing to her shoulders. The only redeeming value they had was that they really were attractive women. And that suited Daria just fine.
“What would you say if I offered you a job taking care of a patient?” Daria said. There was really no point to holding off on the root of the conversation any longer. She just wanted to get these two hired and start the fun for next week.
“We really don’t have enough experience to take care of a person,” Kimberly blurted out. “I don’t know if we could handle that.”
“How much would it pay?” Colleen asked, ignoring Kimberly. She knew that a well paying job was tough to come by, given their lack of experience.
“I’d start you at $50,000 a year each,” Daria said nonchalantly. “I’ve recently gotten a grant from the government to research alternative therapies to treat paralyzed patients.”
“$50,000 a year?” Colleen choked. “Are you serious? Why us?” Kimberly was pretending to be calm, but her eyes never left Daria as she tried to discern whether it was possible to get a $50,000 a year job without having any experience or really any training.
“The patient is Kyle Furguson, and I would like the nurses taking care of him to be from his home town, as well as already known to him,” Daria said, trying to hold back the smile. She didn’t even need to use magic for these girls.
“Oh, I remember Kyle,” Kimberly said. “You mean we would be in charge of taking care of him?” The light in both Kimberly and Colleen’s eyes indicated this deal was almost done.
“Yes, you would be taking care of Kyle,” Daria confirmed. “But you cannot let him know I am paying you. I’ve done some research into a very radical therapy that has worked in other countries, so all I need from you two is some open-mindedness.” This set-up was working so well, Daria was almost becoming flushed with excitement.
“Well, when can we start?” Colleen asked. This was almost too good to be true. Obviously, Daria didn’t know that she and Kimberly were going to have some fun with Kyle on prom night. How stupid could Daria be, putting them in charge of her old boyfriend? Talk about fun.
“In two days, if that’s OK,” Daria stated. “I can even give you a $1,000 bonus for some spending money if you can make it.” Colleen and Kimberly both agreed on the spot. In order to make sure they knew everything was on the up-and-up, Daria had them sign some contracts that she had brought with the other paperwork to get Kyle released. This had been a truly productive weekend.
As Daria drove back to college, she couldn’t help but think of all the ways in which Kyle would soon be tortured. It would make his time spent in her shoe look like a holiday. But she was becoming so turned on that she knew she needed some release. It had been a while since she had a little fun with a person, so she might as well find someone for tonight. As she was passing through a small town, she saw four guys walking down the street. They seemed rather intoxicated, which would do nicely. Daria quickly parked the car on the side of the street and began following these gentlemen. After they turned down a quiet street, she quickly ran up to them.
“Excuse me, but do any of you know what time it is?” Daria asked as she approached. The guys all stopped and looked at her, none of them even glancing at their watch.
“I think it’s time for some fun!” the largest of the four said. This only made Daria smile as they began to walk towards her and surround her. This was exactly what she was hoping for. Calming herself, she began to cast the first Shrinking curse since she had regained her spell book. She had to make sure it had a slight delay, so that all of them shrunk at once.
“What the hell are you mumbling about?” the big guy said again. “Why don’t you come back to my place for a little fun?”
“Knock it off, Sam, leave her alone,” said a scrawny guy. “It’s 11:30 Miss, and we’ll be on our way now.” But Sam and the others weren’t ready to go.
“Screw you, Cal!” Sam yelled. “Frank, Bob, and I want to have some fun with the little lady.” Bob and Frank both nodded in agreement. This dark haired girl was extremely pretty, and the night was still young.
“Fine, but I’ll have no part. I’m leaving,” Cal said, but as he turned to go, his body was wracked with pain. All four guys fell to the ground as they began to be reduced to an inch tall. Daria felt the wash of magic flow through her, causing her to almost fall over herself. This was what magic was all about. This was the ecstasy she had been missing. And as she watched the little guys finish shrinking, Daria knew that she was in for a fun couple of days.
*****
Sonni had observed the different behaviors of these humans for quite a while when she felt the overwhelming urge to have more fun. It was the weekend, and she decided that it was time she went to one of these parties that everyone seemed so fond of. It was being held at a fraternity house, and it actually looked like a good time. Observations indicated a slight modification to her wardrobe would be needed. A dark, silk red blouse and black, leather skirt should do nicely. The boots… well, a girl has to have some consistency. And Sonni loved the way the stiletto heels sounded on the sidewalk.
“Come on in!” said the slightly inebriated student at the door. He could hardly believe the woman that walked past him. She was taller than he was, but she was so stunning that he didn’t even realize he dumped his beer on the floor.
Sonni could feel that most of the eyes were on her (at least from the men), but that was the way it was supposed to be. She began scanning the minds of these strange creatures to find one to her liking. It was then that she looked over in the corner to see a rather short, pudgy young man who was rather shy. But it wasn’t his shyness or his social ineptness that caught her attention. It was what he was thinking about. This was intriguing. So, ignoring all of the requests to dance with someone, she pushed her way through the crowd until she was standing in front of Peter.
“Hi, there,” Sonni said. “I’m Sonni. You are a rather different specimen, aren’t you?” Peter looked up at the gorgeous amazon in front of him and slumped against the chair he was standing by.
“H-Hi, P-Peter my… name… i-is,” Peter stammered. Socially inept might have been an understatement. He could only hold her gaze for a half a second before looking back down.
“Do you like my boots?” Sonni asked. Peter didn’t need to look over at the red, leather boots, since he was already staring directly at them. He turned crimson red and began trembling all over.
“W-Why do you ask?” Peter mumbled. He felt so intimidated that he just wanted to die. He could feel the eyes of everyone else in the room looking at Sonni and him. This was unbearable. Some guy nearby even began laughing at his predicament.
“I like men who like my boots, that’s all,” Sonni reassuringly answered. Peter’s mind was in complete chaos at the sound of her voice, but he looked up anyway. To his surprise, she didn’t sound like she was trying to make fun of him.
“Yes, those boots are very nice,” Peter whispered. This time he was able to hold Sonni’s gaze without looking away.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Sonni whispered back. “You have a giantess fantasy, don’t you? It’s alright, I find it extremely interesting. Perhaps I can help out. But tell me, if you could have me step on someone, who would it be?” Peter’s mind was going into meltdown. Here was a beautiful woman that he would love to see as a giantess, but she seemed to be able to read his thoughts. This was totally embarrassing, except that she seemed fine with it. How confusing. But his answer quickly came to his mind anyway.
“Him…” Peter said indicating someone who was approaching. It was a blond, blue-eyed surfer named Johnny, who was coming up from behind this woman.
“Hey, this worthless slug has nothing for you,” Johnny said. “Why not come and join the real party and leave this reject back to his perverted thoughts?” But Sonni just smiled. This testosterone filled idiot needed to be brought down a notch or two. And Peter had provided the perfect way to do it.
“Why don’t we find a more intimate place,” Sonni responded as she turned around. Then, without waiting for his response, she grabbed his wrist and walked him up the stairs. She then walked down the hallway and into one of the rooms.
“How did you know this was my room?” Johnny responded. His confusion about this only lasted a moment as a new surprise hit. This stunning woman was actually growing. By the time he shook his head to clear out the cobwebs, Johnny realized that everything else was growing too. In less than ten seconds, he had been reduced to an inch tall. All he could focus on was the toe of this giantess’ colossal red boot.
Peter was back to sitting by himself when a voice sounded in his head. It told him to come to Johnny’s room for a surprise. It also sounded like that model’s voice. Hesitantly, he decided to go up the stairs and open Johnny’s door. He saw the beautiful woman, but no sign of Johnny.
“Come in and close the door,” Sonni said. And as soon as the door clicked shut, she made Peter’s dream come true. He began dwindling down until he was no more than an inch in height. His heart began pounding as he looked across the expanse of the room and saw his dream come true. There, on the bed, sat a goddess so beautiful, he felt compelled to worship her right where he stood. But he didn’t want this opportunity to pass him by, so he began running towards those two exquisite towers of red leather.
Sonni watched the reactions of the two shrunken men before her. She could feel the polar extremes coming from them, and it was a delicious mix of emotions. The one named Johnny was trying to fathom how large she really was. Or perhaps how small he had become. He simply stood staring at her boot, trying to take it all in at once. Peter, on the other hand, was running as fast as his out-of-shape body would let him towards the object of his lust. Unfortunately, there was an awful lot of distance to cover. With a mere thought, Sonni lifted him invisibly off his feet and sped him towards her. He landed directly in front of her right foot.
Johnny couldn’t believe what had happened. This stunning blond had let him take her into his room, and now he was only an inch tall, standing in front of her boots. What was going on? He looked over to see Peter next to the other one. But he actually looked excited about being so tiny. Johnny watched Peter take a running start and jump onto the top of Sonni’s leather boot.
Peter could have died right there and been the happiest person on Earth. The soft, supple leather of his goddess’ red boot was his entire world right now, and there was nothing he wanted more than to just lie there in its magnificence. It was so shiny that he could see his reflection in it, with the reflection of the giantess looking down behind him. He didn’t want to close his eyes for a second for fear that this dream would disappear when he opened them again.
“Hey, Peter, what the hell are you doing, you pervert?!” Johnny yelled as he walked over. His reaction had turned from mild fear to anger. He hated feeling insignificant, and Peter was someone who he could take his anger out on. Peter looked up and slowly slid down off the precious boot. He was wondering what Sonni would do if Johnny started a fight.
“You’re behind this, aren’t you?!” Johnny accused as he began running full speed directly at Peter. Sonni just watched the spectacle as it unfolded. She didn’t want to interfere just yet.
“Leave me alone!” Peter screamed as Johnny came barreling towards him. But it was too late for Peter to move as Johnny tackled him to the ground and began pummeling him.
“Not a smart move, little Johnny,” Sonni said from above. “He’s the one who is going to decide your fate.” Johnny stopped in mid-swing as he heard this. This was all so confusing. What did she mean?
“Step on him!” Peter yelled. Johnny looked back down and was ready to punch when the giant red wall they were next to moved and hit him in the side. He tumbled several feet before landing with the wind knocked out of him. But something was horribly wrong. He couldn’t move a muscle below his neck. He was completely paralyzed! All Johnny could do was watch the unimaginably huge boot move over the top of him. He could see the dirt and dust on the sole as it lowered down to him. He tried with all his effort to move, but soon the bottom of the boot touched his body, and he knew it would all be over soon.
“Wait!” Peter yelled as he ran up to see Johnny trapped like a bug beneath Sonni’s boot. Johnny breathed a sigh of relief as this madness was stopped. Perhaps he would even refrain from beating Peter up for a couple of weeks if everything went well.
“Could you step on him inside your boot?” Peter asked hesitantly. The thought of this blond goddess squishing Johnny inside her boot was driving him absolutely crazy. He was even willing to risk the embarrassment of this woman knowing his intimate desires if there was even a small chance she would comply.
“I think we can accommodate that,” Sonni said with a smile. Of course, she wasn’t going to let Johnny off from any extra suffering she could inflict. What neither of these tiny men realized is that Demons don’t sweat. But, Sonni would make an exception in this case. Concentrating briefly, she changed the environment in her boot to simulate what it would be like if she had worn these boots bare foot for a month straight. The heat and humidity quickly rose, coating everything inside with a layer of sweat. This would do nicely.
“You asshole!” Johnny screamed. “I don’t want to be stepped on inside of some bitch’s boot! I’ll get you for this!” But Peter was now watching Sonni as she reached down and unzipped her other boot. He just about exploded in anticipation of what was happening. And as she pulled her long, perfect bare foot out of her boot, he realized life couldn’t possibly get any better than this. Or could it…
“Would you like a ring-side seat?” Sonni asked Peter. He simply nodded and ran towards his sanctuary. The smell emanating from it was incredibly strong, but that only made it better. He knew he could put up with it, but could Johnny? Unfortunately, Peter had to stop when he got to the boot, since the opening was too high for him to jump into. However, he felt a wave of heat hit him as Sonni’s wet big toe settled in front of him to assist. He could think of nothing else but to push his face into the front of his goddess’ soft toe and give it a worshipful kiss, before climbing on and jumping into the boot. He landed on the smooth, wet insole and slid down into the darkness.
“It will be completely dark, so you made need a slight enhancement,” Sonni said as Peter was climbing around her toe impressions. He was surprised that everything became completely bright and clear. The smell and heat in here were so bad that he could actually see the waves rising off the soft leather floor that he was standing on. But he knew this was the perfect place to be. So he crawled past the toe indentation, into the pointed area at the very tip. There he waited for the next step.
“It’s your turn,” Sonni said as she picked up Johnny. He wanted to struggle in the soft grip of her fingers, but it was no use, he was definitely paralyzed. All he could do was turn his head and look down at the open leather boot of this colossal woman. As soon as she set him down and let go, he slid slowly along the sweat-coated insole until he was directly in the indentation created by the ball of her giant foot. His eyes were watering from the tear gas-like smell surrounding him. Did this woman ever wash her feet? His clothes were now completely soaked, as he watched the light begin to dim. The glistening, wrinkled sole of the gorgeous blond was finding its way towards him. He closed his eyes as he waited for everything to end. The moist, rubbery touch of the sole resting on his chest sent shivers through his body. But the most chilling part was when he heard the giant zipper going up the shaft of the boot. He was now sealed in.
“Peter, please stop this,” Johnny begged. But Peter was watching with such extreme anticipation that there was no way he was going to stop this. How could life get better than watching some big asshole get squished inside a beautiful woman’s boot by her sweating bare foot? This was the pinnacle of his life. And he was enjoying every sensation he could. Peter had moved so that he could look between two of Sonni’s toes and see Johnny moving his head. But that wasn’t enough for Peter as he began licking the front of Sonni’s toes, enjoying the sweat and dirt flowing down his throat.
“It’s time for the end, Johnny,” Sonni said ominously. “I hope you realize just how insignificant you really are. Let’s see how flat I can make you…” Johnny screamed as the giantess began pressing lightly down against him. The stench continued to assail him as he realized he would never hear this boot unzip, or see the outside world again. His college days were over, as his life would be snuffed out against the reeking, sweaty sole of a gigantic woman’s foot. He truly did feel insignificant. But then his bones began to crack, and his attention immediately returned to his surroundings. This bitch was going to crush him slowly, and he knew he had to do something to end it quicker. Smiling with the last bit of defiance he could muster, he slid his head to the side and felt the pad from Sonni’s big toe envelop around him. He screamed again as his skull began cracking beneath the pressure. He couldn’t breathe anymore, and waited for the final crunch. It finally came when Sonni decided to press her big toe down and pop his tiny head. Johnny’s body continued squishing up between her toes as she placed all of her weight on his tiny body.
Peter continued to watch, having had several sexual releases watching poor Johnny get squished. This was too perfect. But in a flash of light, he found himself outside the boot, staring up at Sonni. To his surprise, he was full size.
“Well, what am I going to do with you?” Sonni said with a smile looking down at the young man. She already knew the answer. While she had experienced tremendous pleasure and energy from squishing Johnny, there would be nothing achieved by stepping on Peter. He would actually enjoy it, and enjoyment gave off very little energy. It was time for her to go.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” Sonni said as she stepped over her groveling subject. “But your goddess needs to leave now. Perhaps I’ll be back some time to squish the only witness of tonight beneath my perfect bare foot. I’d love to feel your body collapse beneath my weight, but it will have to be another time. Good bye.” And with that Sonni walked out the door and out of the house. The insides of her boots were already back to normal, and Johnny’s body was disintegrated into nothing.
Peter lay panting on the floor of the room for some time before he got up and left. He staggered back to his room, trying to commit all the images that he had witnessed to memory. He never wanted them to fade. And the thought that he might some day be squished as well put a smile on his face. The future looked brighter than it had in a long time. He would wait for the return of his goddess…
*****
Daria was sitting with Colleen and Kimberly in the new house waiting for Kyle to come. It was time to get them in on the fun torture to begin with Kyle. She began the conversation by placing $1,000 on the coffee table.
“This is spending money to get yourselves a new wardrobe,” Daria began. “You’ll understand in a moment what type of uniforms you will want to be wearing. I have been studying alternative healing methods from China, and stumbled across one that seems to suit Kyle perfectly. An ancient physician hypothesized that if sexual energy had no place to go, it would manifest as healing energy. Since Kyle has had extreme damage to his groin, this might actually be best for his whole body.” Colleen and Kimberly were wide-eyed at what Daria was saying. They would actually be paid to have sexual playtime with Kyle. How perfect was this!
“However, I have to let you in on a secret,” Daria continued. “In order to provide the most intense healing power, you will have to draw upon Kyle’s deepest, darkest fantasies. As kinky or perverted as this sounds, Kyle seems to like woman’s feet. Especially after a long day encased in shoes with very little ventilation. Don’t ask me why, but he actually loves to lick them clean. However, since he can barely open his mouth, we will have to start small. Simply rest your sweaty feet on his face and let him enjoy their scent.” Colleen and Kimberly looked at each other with slightly anxious faces. This was definitely something new for them.
“To go along with this, Kyle really likes to be dominated,” Daria explained. “While you will have to refrain from doing too much extra damage, feel free to belittle him and let him know that he’s nothing but a floor mat to you. If the therapy works, you will even be able play with him a little rougher, with some trampling and other things. But one step at a time. As things get better for him, he may be able to respond to you. But be sure to give commands, and not questions. It is for his own good. If he doesn’t like something, he won’t do it, but at least give him the command to see if he wants to do it deep down. Any questions?” Everything was going exactly as Daria had planned. She could tell by the growing smiles on these girls’ faces that they were already thinking of fun games and plans. A few magic spells on Kyle would seal the deal on this part of her revenge. This was too cool.
As Colleen and Kimberly put on their most worn shoes that they owned to go shopping, Daria waited for Kyle. To make sure nothing happened on the way, he was being brought by ambulance. When it pulled up in the driveway, she quickly went out and talked to the paramedics.
“Could you wheel him into the living room?” she asked. “That would be great.” Daria made sure she stayed out of Kyle’s vision as they put him in the room. She tried not to be too obvious by simply staying back a little. As soon as they were done, she walked the paramedics back to the ambulance and waved good-bye. It was now time to give Kyle a little magical boost.
The first spell Daria cast was Mind Reading. She wanted to make a permanent connection to Kyle so that she could feel every frustration that was going through his mind. Next came the new Puppet spell. His body would now respond to any command it was given. However, she made sure she put parameters on it to keep Kyle from doing anything drastic. His progress had to be slow, after all. Finally, a healing spell to allow a very slow regeneration affect. It would now appear that the therapy was working. In a week he would show significant signs of progress. It was then that Daria realized she might want to take some precautions to keep Kyle’s paralysis and stroke from healing completely. She quickly cast her Paralysis spell which also covered Kyle’s inability to speak. Everything was now ready for the nurses to come home.
As she left the house, Daria couldn’t help but smile. Everything was going according to plan. Perhaps it was time to play with a couple of those shrunken men. After all, being confined to her boots for a day couldn’t be that much fun for them. But what she had in mind wouldn’t be that much fun for them either.
When Daria got back to her room, she took her boots out of her closet and dumped the four little guys on the floor at her feet. They looked pretty scared, which was what she loved most about her magic. But she wanted to try something different with these guys. She just wasn’t sure what. She started by kicking off her high-heeled shoes and placing her nylon-covered feet on either side of the group.
“You two,” Daria said, indicating Sam and Bob, “jump inside my shoes and start licking them clean. If you don’t do a good job, I’ll be putting them back on my feet without taking you out. Understand?” Sam and Bob understood perfectly. And even though they could smell Daria’s silky feet from where they were standing, they would rather not be crushed beneath them. Moving as quickly as they could, they jumped onto their respective shoes and dove in. Neither of them was expecting the smell that assailed their nostrils, but worse was when they had to kneel down and lick the insole.
Daria watched with a smile as the two tiny men began licking the foot sweat from inside her dress shoes. She felt a huge tingle go through her while they suffered in those shoes. But still, she wanted to experience something different. Then an idea came to her. Something she had never done before. She reached down and picked up Frank.
“How would you like to experience being eaten by a girl?” Daria asked in a serious tone. Frank immediately locked his eyes onto Daria’s soft, full lips and shivered. While he wouldn’t mind being kissed, the idea of passing through that luscious gate into the cavern beyond was definitely something he didn’t want. He immediately began shaking his head to indicate he definitely didn’t want that.
“Oh, come on,” Daria said. “I was even sucking on a mint a little while ago, so my breath should be really fresh!” She was right, Frank thought. But that still didn’t make him want to crawl into her mouth. But it appeared Daria had already made up her mind. She opened her hand and brought her palm up to her mouth.
“Go on, climb in,” Daria said. “Otherwise, I will be forced to slowly bite off your arms and legs, one at a time.” Frank was dumfounded on what he should do. But then a thought entered his head. This young woman may have shrunk them down, but she hadn’t really hurt them. So, walking over to those gigantic soft lips, he grabbed hold and swung himself up. He was rather surprised as the surface yielded to his tiny weight. But as soon as he was half way in this woman’s mouth, the lips closed around him. Frank was now being suffocated by the moist embrace of those giant lips. However, they opened before he was truly suffocated, and he was casually flipped in.
“I wasn’t going to suffocate you,” Daria mumbled with the tiny man in her mouth. “Just having fun…” And it was true. This was a really cool sensation as she tossed the one inch man around in her mouth. Frank, however, wasn’t having that much fun. He was completely soaked from the saliva, and he was constantly wondering if he would slip between Daria’s jaws and be crunched like a piece of food.
Daria wasn’t really sure if she was going to swallow the guy, since that was something that never really turned her on. Stepping on someone was the ultimate display of power. Eating someone was more a display of hunger. But now that it got down to it, and there was a shrunken man in her mouth, she was finding it quite fun to contemplate simply swallowing him. And then it happened. As Daria was trying to swallow the accumulating saliva in her mouth, Frank suddenly disappeared. She felt the wiggling lump go all the way down her throat, and land in her stomach. Frank felt the fateful slide down this giant woman’s throat, and landed in the sickening acid of her stomach. The smell was horrible from the digestion happening all around him, but the acid burns were almost too intense. He screamed as his body convulsed from the excruciating pain. Frank thrashed around briefly, wondering why he was destined to become part of this woman. Within moments, however, it wouldn’t matter.
“Oops, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Daria whispered as she placed her hand on her tight tanned stomach. But there was still a huge release of magical energy. The feeling of a living man squirming inside her stomach as he slowly melted in acid was actually quite a turn-on. She closed her eyes and felt the death throws of her little snack. It felt far better than she thought. This was nice…
But then there was a rattle at the door. Her roommate, Holly, must be back from classes and had her keys in the lock. Quickly, Daria picked up her boots and tossed them into the closet. Then she picked up the little guy on the floor and tossed him into one of her boots while she began shoving her feet into her pumps.
Bob didn’t see much happening as he was trying to look like he was licking the insole of this college student’s pumps, without taking too much filth into his mouth. The shadow passing overhead caused him to look up at the giant, nyloned toes coming right at him. He simply froze as Daria’s big toe knocked him onto his back and proceeded to push down on him. As he slid down the incline, his ribs cracked into his lungs from the pressure exerted by this reeking, silky toe. He pounded in futility on the soft, silky boulder of flesh, but it was useless. This giantess didn’t seem worried about his welfare at all as the pressure crushed his arm as well. Then, as he slipped away from the big toe, he noticed that the majority of his body was now directly below the front pad of Daria’s foot. It was actually soft and yielding at the moment, but as Bob painfully breathed in the stench, he realized that it was only a matter of time before the end came. He felt the wiggling of the pump as Daria pushed the rest of her foot in. With one shocking blast of pain, Bob’s body exploded beneath this woman’s foot. Daria didn’t even pause as the warm paste oozed up between her toes.
Sam saw that this girl had put on her other shoe, so he immediately dove forwards as the other nylon-covered foot entered his shoe. He was at the arch of the shoe, and hoped he had gotten far enough up the slope. Closing his eyes and waiting for the pain, he realized this was his lucky day. Sure enough, the giant toes passed over him before the final darkness descended. He felt the soft pressure of Daria’s arch against his back and the soft leather insole against his face. And while the wetness of both was incredibly gross, he knew he was alive. Albeit in the stinking shoe of some girl. He only hoped that he didn’t run out of air as the soft sole above him pressed down and sealed him in.
For Cal, flying through the air was one of the scariest moments of his life. He didn’t want to end up back in this woman’s boot, and surprisingly, it didn’t look like he would. When Daria tossed him in the air, she wasn’t nearly as accurate as she had hoped. His speed was too great as he hit the upper shafts of the boots and slowed down. At the last instant, he grabbed onto a dress that hung pretty low in the closet. While he was still high up, he knew he had better not move so that he wouldn’t be noticed. It was then he heard the door open.
“Hi Daria, what’s up?” Holly asked as she dropped her backpack. She had short brown hair and brown eyes and was rather short, around five feet tall, but was very proportional, seeing that she was a gymnast. In fact, there was a chance that she would get to go to the World Gymnastics Competition this year. This was probably one of the reasons she was allowed into the Sorority so quickly, since she was only 18 years old.
“Actually, Holly, I’m just on my way out,” Daria said as she wiggled her toes in the squished little man’s fluids. And with a quick wave, she walked out and closed the door. It was a shame to have squished that little guy so quickly, but it felt like she still had one left in her other shoe that was still alive. Thank goodness for that!
Cal was still wondering what he should do when the roommate kicked her shoes off into the closet. One of them impacted the dress he was on, and before he knew it, Cal was falling towards Holly’s newly discarded moccasin. He landed poorly, feeling both of his ankles snap. On top of that, his shoulder seemed to be dislocated. Just when he thought life couldn’t get worse, here he was stuck in a girl’s moccasin that was still warm and humid from being on her foot. Always the optimist, though, he was still hoping that he would be able to get her attention before she actually put them back on. Then he might just be able to get back to normal…
*****
Colleen and Kimberly were excited to start their new jobs as they brought the results of their shopping spree into the house. There was a note there from Daria indicating that Kyle was in the living room waiting for them. They quickly set there stuff down and went to see him.
Kyle could hear movement off to his right, but couldn’t move at all to see who it was. He was hoping it was someone who could feed him, since he was quite hungry. But all thoughts of food left him as he recognized his two new nurses. It was Colleen and Kimberly from high school. He hadn’t seen them since the Prom, and they were looking real good. This was a turn of events he hadn’t even considered. Life was definitely looking up.
“Hi, Kyle, do you remember us?” Colleen asked. “I’m Colleen and this is Kimberly. You may not remember, but we were supposed to have some fun on Prom night before this all happened. Who knows, if this therapy works well enough, we may still get that chance. Wouldn’t that be cool?” Of course, there was no chance for Kyle to answer anything, but it was still really nice to see some friendly faces. And to be taken care of by two hot women his own age was a wish come true.
“We had better feed him first, before we get started on the therapy,” Kimberly said as she went to the kitchen. “We’ll be back soon.” So as Kyle lay there, Kimberly and Colleen put away their new clothes and began preparing Kyle’s dinner. However, they were rather incompetent when it came to cooking, so Kyle was forced to wait almost two hours before anything was ready for him. Actually, his food only took about fifteen minutes to make since it was liquid and just slid down his throat, it was their food that took over an hour and a half. On top of that, they decided to eat first, while watching TV in front of him.
“Alright, I guess we had better get you fed,” Kimberly said as Colleen cleaned up the dishes. Kyle was then propped up, and Kimberly began spooning in his liquefied meal. It was amazing that she was having trouble even with this simple task. He was getting more on his face than in his mouth. At least he got to stare at Kimberly’s pretty face as he ate. That was definitely a change for the better. By the time they were through, it was almost 8:00.
“Time for therapy,” Colleen said as she walked into the room. All Kyle could see was the tight leather teddy she was wearing. What was all this about? But he couldn’t ask any questions as she came over to him with a devious smile on her face.
“Let’s get you down a little lower, don’t you think?” So while Kimberly had left the room to clean the dishes from his meal, Colleen was approaching him looking like a dominatrix rather than a nurse. He was assuming he was going to be put down in a laid-back position, but instead, she just shoved him off his bed. With no control over his muscles, Kyle just flopped down to the floor. What Colleen failed to remember was the coffee table on the other side of the bed. With a hard ‘THUNK,’ Kyle was seeing stars as his head bounced off the hard surface.
“Whoops!” Colleen laughed. “You’re kinda clumsy aren’t you?” Like it was his fault she shoved him into a coffee table. He now lay on his back panting, looking up as this dominatrix nurse walked slowly towards him. When she got along side, Colleen lifted her smooth leg and placed her foot on his chest. The shiny surface of her outfit was captivating, but it was strange compared to the old, worn black flats she was wearing.
“I’ve been wearing these shoes all day while shopping, so I hope you enjoy the results,” Colleen said as she popped off her shoe. Kyle’s heart sunk as he realized all too well what was about to happen. The first waft of stench from Colleen’s bare foot made his mind reel in terror. He began to have flashbacks of being put into a shoe and forced to eat toe sludge. And as the cute, sweaty sole of Colleen’s foot touched his mouth, he almost shivered in disgust. Worse was the position of her toes. They were directly over his nose, and gently massaging their sweaty filth into his nostrils.
At first Colleen was hesitant to have some guy smelling her feet after she wore her shoes bare foot for a whole, hot afternoon. But now, as she was actually forcing this guy to do her bidding, she was actually beginning to get into it. Sure, the costume helped out a lot, but the idea that she could decide how long Kyle was going to smell her disgusting feet was really beginning to turn her on. After she felt that her first foot had cooled off a bit, she put her shoe back on and repeated the whole thing with her other foot. This was actually quite fun.
Kyle’s mind, however, was reeling. Flashbacks were hitting him like waves crashing on the rocks. How could this be happening again? What was it with girls and their feet? He hated feet, and the idea that he was forced to smell them when he could do absolutely nothing about it was madness. He was hoping that Kimberly would bring some rationality to the situation.
“So, how’s it going?” she asked as she entered the room. She was still dressed as before, but Kyle could now see that she was wearing older pumps with knee-high nylons on. Please don’t let her take a turn was all Kyle could think about.
“It’s getting pretty late, why don’t we go out for a while?” Kimberly suggested. “Our classes are going to start soon, so we might as well have fun while we can.” Kyle was beginning to feel relieved that there was at least one girl that wasn’t insane.
“I’m about done with this disgusting loser, anyway, but what about your turn?” Colleen asked.
“Don’t worry, while you get ready upstairs, I’ll get things ready down here,” Kimberly responded. So Colleen pulled her foot from Kyle’s face, while wiping the remainder of the sweat off on his lips. With a smile and a giggle, she walked out of the room and up the steps.
“I’m sure you enjoyed that, and would like more,” Kimberly said, “but we have to have fun too. So, I’ll just set you up with some of my stuff to tide you over, OK?” Kyle was confused until he saw Kimberly sit down and remove her low-heeled pumps. She then rolled down her nylons and bunched them up in her right shoe. Kyle could feel his pulse race as he awaited the inevitable. Kimberly walked over barefoot, with her shoe in her hand. Then, with a wide smile on her beautiful face, she tipped her shoe upside down and shoved it over his nose and mouth. He held his breath for as long as he could, but soon realized this was not something he could outlast. Kimberly had pulled an elastic tie from her hair and had secured the shoe to his head with it. Before he even took a breath, Kyle could feel the sweat soaked nylons wetting his lips and nose with their disgusting juice.
“Go on, take a deep breath,” Kimberly said as she stared at him. “No used savoring it for later, we have several weeks of this planned for you.” That sentiment caused Kyle to inhale sharply, causing a rush of stench to enter his lungs. He realized that no matter how many feet he had smelled, he would never get used to the odor. The warm humid air almost choked him to death with its reek, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. How could these girls do this to him? His eyes were actually beginning to water as he was forced to breathe in the fumes from Kimberly’s nylons and pump that was strapped to his head.
“God, what a pervert,” Kimberly whispered as she walked away chuckling to herself. Kyle was confused by this whole situation, but his brain was beginning to shut down from that trauma being delivered to his lungs. The thought of sleeping with a woman’s shoe plastered to his face was incredibly embarrassing, but his body gave him little choice. With delusions of giant, smelly feet and shoes going through his mind, Kyle finally fell unconscious. When Colleen and Kimberly came down and saw him sleeping they just shook their heads. This guy was far more disturbed than either of them thought. What kind of derelict would get his jollies by enjoying the smell from a girl’s feet? Ah, well, time to party. There would be plenty of time to see how far Kyle’s derangements went.
(***** Volume 3 *****)
Holly had watched Daria leave their room, and she began to get ready to take a shower. Gymnastics practice had been rather tough, and Holly was ready to feel clean again. Unfortunately, before she even got her sweatshirt off, she realized that she had forgotten her purse at the gym. Hoping it wasn’t stolen, she quickly reached into the closet to retrieve the moccasins she always wore to and from practice. To her surprise, she saw movement in one of them. Looking closer, it appeared to be a very tiny man.
“What is going on here?” Holly said as she looked closer into her shoe. While she had quickly forgotten about her purse, she realized that her moccasins definitely needed a cleaning. And the poor tiny man waving to her couldn’t be too happy with his surroundings.
Cal was completely ignoring the sickening odor around him, now that he got the attention of someone who could help him. He could still felt the warmth emanating up from the soggy insole he was standing on, but that didn’t matter in the least. He was quite relieved as this new giantess reached in and picked him up. Cal’s heart skipped a couple of beats as Holly’s soft hand surrounded him, but the air was much fresher outside her shoe.
“How did you get so small?” Holly asked. It didn’t take her long to figure out she needed to hold this tiny man up to her ear in order to hear him, so several minutes later, she knew everything about Cal’s little adventure.
“You mean Daria actually ate one of your friends?” Holly inquired after bringing him back around in front of her. Cal nodded at this young woman. He was definitely beginning to like her, even though she couldn’t be more than 18 or 19 years old.
“And she put her shoes on with your other two friends still in them?” Holly questioned. Again, Cal nodded. He was sure she would be able to help him, as he waited for her to think the situation through.
“Wow, she has some real power,” Holly said to herself. “I can’t really afford for her to dislike me, Cal. I actually need to get into her good graces. I mean for someone to be able to shrink a person down to your size… that’s impressive.” Cal wasn’t sure where she was going with this line of thought, but he was assuming if Holly and Daria became good friends, Holly would be able to talk Daria into returning him to normal. But then Holly began lowering her hand back towards the floor. And when she turned her hand over, he suddenly found himself back inside her old moccasin.
“I’m sure you’re not going to like this,” Holly said, “but I think this is the only way I can get her secret. I have to prove to her that I’m not afraid to do whatever it takes to get this ability she has to shrink someone. Unfortunately, that means I need to have you stay in my shoe, then accidentally step on you as if I didn’t know you were there.” Holly could see Cal’s tiny jaw drop as she told him her plan. And while she felt bad that this guy was going to die, there was a small thrill going through her. It was almost as if from the moment she picked him up, a thought had entered into her head to crush him. That feeling was getting more intense as she looked at the insignificant little man as he struggled to breathe in her moccasin.
“Please don’t do this!” Cal yelled as he watched Holly begin to lift her bare foot over him. “We can find another way to solve this without you stepping on me! You can’t just squish me in your shoe!!” But this girl just began to push her foot into the soft leather moccasin without slowing in the least. Cal was forced down, gently pressed into the spongy insole.
“We’re going to have to wait until Daria comes back,” Holly explained. “But hopefully, that won’t be too long. I’m sure it’s not too pleasant in there. And as soon as Daria comes in, I’ll just stand up and that should be the end. I hope you don’t leave too much of a mess when I squish you, though…” she added as an afterthought.
For almost a half an hour Cal struggled beneath the intense weight of Holly’s rubbery foot. It had become ten times worse inside her shoe as they waited, and she would occasionally press lightly down, forcing Cal’s head into the spongy insole. He lost count of the times he came up sputtering from the sweat that went down his throat. His eyes were stinging, and he just wanted to get out. He didn’t want this college student to squish him like he was nothing beneath her normally small foot. And why she couldn’t wait for Daria to come in with her foot removed from her shoe, he couldn’t guess.
Holly just lay back on her bed while she began to thoroughly enjoy the struggling man in her shoe. It had to be the worse place around to be stuck in, since she always wore these moccasins to and from practice. And the fact that today’s practice had been especially draining, probably made the little man’s life close to unbearable. But Holly quickly stopped thinking about all this as Daria began to unlock the door. It was showtime.
Cal heard the door open and Holly say something to Daria. Would this young woman really squish him? The question was answered far sooner than he thought as he felt the pressure of Holly’s immense weight begin to be transferred to her foot. He felt himself pressed deeply into the soggy insole as Holly’s soft, rubbery pad surrounded him completely. He felt his stomach contract as if he was going to throw up, but rather than come upwards, he felt his abdomen begin to split. The pain was unimaginable as his organs began pouring out of the splits developing in his body, as well as his throat. Ribs cracked, bones snapped, and finally his head simply collapsed. His entire insides began mixing with Holly’s foot sweat as he was crushed into paste.
“Oh my, what was that?” Holly said as Daria walked in. Holly had almost lost her train of thought as she actually felt the tiny man squish between her foot and the inside of her filthy moccasin. There was a moment of sympathy, followed by a warm feeling flowing through her entire body. It felt so good.
“What is it?” Daria said back at Holly. Daria then became rather nervous as Holly sat down and removed her shoe. There was a red spot on the insole, and the flattened remains of a miniature man pressed into the bottom of Holly’s foot. Daria realized that she must have missed her boot when she tossed the little guy through the air. He must have gotten into Holly’s shoe and then was squished when she put it on. How was Holly going to react? Would Daria have to do something drastic? These questions were answered rather quickly as Holly began poking at the squished man.
“I don’t know how a person could get so small, but I have to admit, it felt kind of cool,” Holly said nonchalantly. “And boy, did he pick the wrong place to hide. Maybe he wanted to commit suicide, but I wouldn’t have picked being squished in a girl’s shoe to be the best method. I wonder if there are any more?” She said this with such a nice hint of excitement that Daria actually felt that Holly was perhaps more like her than she thought. Perhaps Daria may have even found someone who could fully appreciate what this magic could do for a woman.
“Actually, there is one more,” Daria said as she removed her nyloned foot from her pump. “I have the ability to cast a spell which can shrink a person down.” Holly just stared at the tiny guy inside Daria’s shoe that was covered in her foot sweat. Something inside Holly really wished she could step on someone again. She could think of a few jerks that deserved to be flattened out.
“That is so cool!” Holly said. “Are you going to squish him?” It might be interesting to see if Daria would actually kill this guy in front of her.
“No, but you can, if you want,” Daria said. Holly was a nice girl, and Daria had to be sure that she would be ready for everything that being a witch meant. Holly may have accidentally squished a guy, but could she step on someone intentionally. To find out, Daria knocked her pump over, and Sam came spilling out.
“Wow, I’ll give it a try,” Holly said. She was hesitant, but she knew this was another test. For Sam, he was completely freaking out. After wiping the stinging foot sweat from his eyes, he looked briefly up at this new girl, than took off running. He was not going to be stepped on by some stupid girl. It was bad enough he had just been trapped in some stinking shoe, he had to find a way out of this.
But for Holly, she tried not to even think about the little thing running around at her feet as a man. It was simply a bug that needed to be crushed. So she lifted up the foot that still had a moccasin on and hovered it over the fleeing cockroach. It was quite a simple task to zero in and simply knock him over. The squirming beneath the thin sole actually felt quite nice. Poor little guy. He probably never thought that his life would end beneath the dirty leather sole of her shoe.
That was the same thought that was going through Sam’s mind. He was now frantically trying to get out from underneath this leather blanket of a shoe. It was extremely worn and supple, so he felt that he was so close to squirming away. But this giant young woman was only toying with him. As soon as he pulled himself a few feet, she began increasing the pressure exerted by the colossal foot inside.
“Let me go!!!” Sam gave a muffled yell. But it was pointless. Not only could Holly not hear him, but she was beginning to feel the energy flowing into her body. It was time to twist this bug out.
“Sweat dreams, you nasty little bug,” Holly said down to the squirming man beneath her foot. At the reference to him being a bug, Sam knew he was done. The field of dirty leather above him pressed down harder than ever as Holly shifted her weight. Sam wanted to scream, but it was too late to take in a good breath. Pain erupted throughout his body, Sam’s mind went numb with his last thought… so this is what a bug feels like.
“That felt so great!” Holly giggled with delight as she felt the tiny body squish beneath her shoe. It wasn’t quite as exciting as when she had crushed the other little guy inside her shoe, but it was still quite enjoyable. She would have to make a note about her preferences.
“How would you like to be able to do that whenever you wanted?” Daria asked. She was convinced that Holly was serious, especially since she had just done a Mind Reading spell while Holly was toying with Sam.
“I’d love it!” Holly said excitedly. “What do I need to do?” Daria just smiled. Perhaps it was time to take on an apprentice. There was no need to have all this knowledge for herself. And Holly was someone she could trust. Let the training begin…
*****
Colleen was amazed at how fast the week had flown by. It had been awkward at first to shove her feet in Kyle’s face, but after just a few days, it became routine. For Kyle, however, it never got routine. Every time one of the girls came into the room, he knew he was in trouble. They had moved him onto a mattress on the floor so that he would be in the perfect position as a footstool when they watched television. He was relieved right now as Colleen had decided to soak her feet in a mini-bath while watching her favorite show, instead of resting them on his nose. At least this way, her feet stayed soft. Kyle couldn’t imagine how much more pain he would go through if these girls’ feet developed hard calluses.
“Hey, Colleen, what’s up?” Kimberly said as she walked in carrying some books. It was a rather hot day out, and she had an interesting plan for Kyle. After the first couple of days of playing with his face with her feet, she began to really get into making him squirm. She lost count of the times she was having so much fun Kyle ended up with a nosebleed. But the therapy had to continue, and new ideas had come to her overnight.
“I’m just giving my feet a little pampering,” Colleen responded. “Until I break those new shoes in, they’ll keep killing my feet. I think I’m winning the battle, though. But today, my feet just needed a good soak.” That was perfect Kimberly thought, a smile slowly forming on her face.
“I have some good news,” Kimberly said. “We don’t have to prepare Kyle’s dinner today.”
“What do you mean?” Colleen asked, puzzled. The mischievous smile on Kimberly’s face was driving her crazy with curiosity.
“I decided to put some bread and mashed potatoes in my shoes, and everything is nice and liquidy, now,” Kimberly laughed as she looked down at her low-heeled pumps.
“Are you serious?” Colleen laughed. “I think it’s feeding time, Kyle!” Kyle had been listening and couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He could see Kimberly walking up to him from the side, and he was already cringing at what was coming.
“Are you ready for your yummy meal?” Kimberly asked as if she was talking to a baby. “I worked all day on this special dish, so I hope you enjoy it.” Colleen was already bursting with laughter on the couch as Kimberly pulled her bare foot out of her shoe. Kyle could immediately see the grungy mush of bread that caked the bottom of her foot, and had squished up between her toes.
“Now, open your mouth wide,” Kimberly commanded. Then, the strangest thing happened. To everyone’s surprise, Kyle opened his mouth on his own. Kimberly paused only a moment before shoving her mush-covered foot into his mouth.
“Did you see that!” Kimberly yelled as Colleen continued to stare. “He opened his mouth on his own. Now, Kyle, I want you to lick and suck every bit of food from my sole and toes.” Kyle was completely stunned as he had felt his mouth open, but his brief happiness didn’t last long as Kimberly plunged her foot in. The taste was horrendous as the sweat soaked bread fell off into his mouth. And somehow, he felt his tongue moving to try to remove the food from this horrible foot.
“It’s working!” Kimberly giggled as she felt Kyle licking and sucking her toes. “This therapy is actually working!” She was surprised at how fast Kyle was cleaning her foot, as well. In only a few minutes, Kimberly had to switch to her other foot. Kyle could barely swallow the pasty, sweat-soaked bread, and began gagging as Kimberly removed her foot and immediately shoved the next one into his mouth. The potatoes were even more disgusting, if that were possible.
“Now be a good, depraved boy and eat up!” Kimberly commanded in a firm tone. By this time, Colleen had dried off her feet and come over to see if Kyle was actually licking the vile paste from Kimberly’s foot. Sure enough, he was actually giving it a good try. Although, it appeared he began to gage on the potatoes.
“Take your foot out for a second, he may need a drink,” Colleen said as a new idea came into her head. “Since you supplied the food, I might as well provide the refreshment.” Both began laughing again as Colleen reached over to get the water she had been soaking her feet in.
“And I thought I was cruel,” Kimberly said. “But if this reject likes how I prepared his food so much, I’m sure he’ll really enjoy your new drink!” It was hard not to spill the water as Colleen fought back her laughter. When she got it to Kyle’s mouth, she didn’t even hesitate to start pouring it in.
“Drink all this down,” Colleen commanded. “It’s good for you.” Kyle’s eyes began watering as the putrid liquid began pouring down his throat. He had become very familiar with the smell of Colleen’s raunchy feet, and this water had definitely been infused with the very essence of her vile foot sweat. The horrible thing was that he kept swallowing, and she just kept pouring. It must have been an entire gallon she poured down his throat.
“Boy, was he thirsty!” Kimberly said in amazement. “I guess he can finish his meal now.” Kyle only wished he could move more than his throat and tongue and get away from these sadistic bitches. He couldn’t believe he had actually drank a gallon of Colleen’s foot sweat water and eaten two shoes worth of gunk that had been crushed and pasted by Kimberly’s feet inside her shoes. But as Kimberly removed her newly cleaned toes from his mouth, he felt a brief bit of relief.
“What a complete pervert!” Kimberly explained. “Can you believe he just licked my feet clean as well as drank all of your water? Do you realize how deranged you are, Kyle? You are so disgusting! I think you definitely need to finish your meal.” Kyle was a bit confused, since he had licked both of Kimberly’s feet. It was then he saw her lift her shoes and place it over his face. He couldn’t believe what was happening. She wanted him to actually lick out her foot paste from the inside of her shoes. Well, there was no way he was going to do that!
“Start licking, you deranged bastard!” Kimberly commanded in a firm tone. Somehow, without his desire, he began licking out the inside of this cruel young woman’s pump. Both of them began laughing as his tongue stretched out to get every last, disgusting morsel. After ten minutes, he had finished licking out both of Kimberly’s sweaty shoes. His stomach was simply rolling in disgust, and Kyle truly wished he could throw up. But he wasn’t granted that pleasure as he was forced to just lay there and watch the girls clean up. He was completely humiliated by what he had done, but deep down, he was slightly pleased that he was healing. Perhaps he would heal completely and be able to get some revenge on Colleen and Kimberly. They definitely deserved it.
After an hour of freedom from being ridiculed by his two nurses, it was time for a standard humiliating torture. Right on schedule, it was time for his sponge bath. Normally, a guy would love to get a sponge bath by two beautiful women, but not Kyle. Whenever they got to his groin area, they began giggling at the uselessness of his manhood. So today, he just tried to relax and wait for the inevitable. But when they pulled down his underwear, they both gasped rather than laughed.
“Oh my god!” Colleen exclaimed. “It’s healing.” Sure enough, Kimberly saw it too. The testicles had begun to reform, and his shaft was healing even faster. This was truly remarkable.
“Can you believe what is happening?” Kimberly whispered in amazement. “This therapy really is working. We have to tell ‘you-know-who’.” Colleen nodded in agreement. For the rest of the sponge bath, both were pretty quiet. Kyle, however, was actually enjoying himself for the first time in years. There was a shot that he would actually be able to have sex again. Life was definitely beginning to look up. The only question he had was… Who was ‘you-know-who’?
*****
Holly had spent every spare moment studying with Daria. This whole spell thing was quite strange, but the excitement was almost too much to contain. The idea that she could change someone’s size was truly amazing. And after a week of non-stop practice, Holly was just about bursting when Daria said it was time to try her first spell cast.
“Now, Holly, I’ve taught you how to cast the spell and how to reverse it,” Daria began. “I think it’s time you give it a try. And in the off-chance you fail, I don’t want you trying it on somebody you don’t know. So, I’m going to give you an opportunity that I’ve never given anyone else. I’m going to let you shrink me.” Holly was dumbfounded. Daria actually trusted her enough to allow her to cast a spell directly on her. And then, Daria’s tiny life would be in her hands. How much responsibility was that!
For Daria, however, it was indeed simply a test of trust. The magic came so naturally to her that she could counter Holly’s spell with almost a thought. But Daria wanted to see if she could truly trust Holly with her life. Plus, she had never been shrunk before, and it sounded kind of fun. So as Holly began the shrinking spell, Daria waited with the counter spell firmly engrained in her mind. But Holly cast the curse perfectly and before she new it, Daria was an inch tall. This was truly an experience, albeit a little painful.
“Yessss!” Holly exclaimed as she looked down at her miniaturized master. “How does it feel to be shorter than me, now?” Daria was surprised at how much a change in perspective could do to a person. She was almost 9” taller than Holly, but now Holly was the size of a skyscraper. And Daria couldn’t help but be mesmerized by everything around her. The entire landscape was simply mind-blowing.
“Feel free to explore,” Holly said. “I’ll watch out for you.” But deep down, she was beginning to feel the overwhelming desire to simply raise her bare foot and crush her roommate. She felt the desire burn within her to feel a person squish beneath her all-powerful foot. But Holly had been warned she would have these feelings. So, trying to calm her breathing, she simply sat down on the bed as Daria walked around and explored. There would be more than enough time to find someone to shrink and squish later. For now, Holly knew she had to be patient.
Daria was walking around in a daze. She had walked over to her loafers and discovered she didn’t want to jump down into them. While she knew they smelled bad, at her new size, the odor was incredibly overpowering. She pitied anyone that got caught shrunken down in those things. But Daria was beginning to get bored with exploring, so she thought of one more test to see how Holly would react. Daria walked over to Holly’s right foot and touched her big toe.
Holly began losing control of her breathing as soon as Daria touched her toe. Almost unconsciously, she raised her big toe. Daria wanted to continue to push to see the limit of her roommate’s resolve, so she lay down on her back and crawled under the uplifted toe. It was quite a sight to see a giant toe hovering over her, and Daria knew that at any moment, Holly could simply push that giant toe down and squish her. But that didn’t happen. Daria waited for a few moments, than crawled out. With a quick spell, she was back to full size. Holly was sweating profusely, and looked like she might pass out. It had been the hardest thing she had to do, simply keeping her toe raised and not squishing Daria. But she had passed.
“Excellent,” Daria praised. “Why don’t you go out and find someone to show your new spell to.” Daria smiled as Holly looked up. The almost lustful grin that Holly displayed showed that she knew what Daria meant. It was time to go hunting…
(***** 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…
(***** 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…
(***** Volume 6 *****)
Daria was quite excited that the party was ready to start. She had planned for it to be in two sections. The first was actually to set up the festivities, than have some fun with Kyle. She figured all the girls would work up quite a sweat on this hot day, and Kyle would most likely pay the price. Than, after an evening of dancing, she had instructed the girls to bring a person to the party that they would normally never take on a date. That was when Daria would truly be able to see if these women were just like her.
The people that were coming to the party were hand picked by Daria herself. Holly, of course, would be coming, along with Colleen and Kimberly. She was sure she could trust these three completely. From the sorority would be coming three others. Lauren, a beautiful, dark-skinned Amazon would be the most exciting of them. She was from Brazil, and often told about the heritage of her tribe doing battle with other tribes. Of course, that was before her ancestors were brought to the United States. Tara was a friend of Holly’s that was short, cute, but very stubborn. She definitely had an anger problem, as she routinely threw tantrums if her gymnastic routines weren’t going well. Her features showed her Japanese descent, but this only seemed to make a person feel that she could have been a Samurai warrior if she was born in a different time. Becky was the last of the three, and the one that Daria would have to watch closely. She was from Tennessee and often seemed out of her league when going out to parties. She was above average in her appearance, but it was her southern accent that was most adorable. And there was something about her that Daria liked. Hopefully, the pretty blond would be able to let loose tonight.
The morning drew on as Daria, Holly, Lauren, Tara, and Becky decorated the hotel suite. It was more for socializing than for actually decorating, and nobody was in very much of a hurry. Holly seemed to be having the time of her life, and wore a huge grin the whole morning.
“I’ve got to show you something,” Holly said as she pulled Daria aside. Daria watched as Holly removed her dirty-white canvas shoe from her bare foot. Both women chuckled as a tiny girl slowly rolled towards the heel.
“This is Trish,” Holly explained. “She’s helping me with my gymnastics routines. Surprisingly, she is still alive.” Trish stared at the two giantesses above her and tried to reach out to the new woman she didn’t recognize. Perhaps she could help. But her hopes were dashed as both Holly and this new woman smiled.
“How long has she been in there?” Daria asked.
“Several days, but I don’t think she is going to last much longer,” Holly answered. The words echoed in Trish’s head. It was hard to believe she had been confined to this shoe for only a few days. It seemed like forever. Both her arms were crushed, and she continued to wait for the inevitable. The idea of being crushed beneath this giant girl’s stinking foot was revolting, but there was no hope of ever being returned to normal. Trish actually wished that she would slide beneath the rubbery flesh of Holly’s foot and finally be at peace. But that hadn’t happened yet.
“Well, maybe she can be part of the fun tonight,” Daria suggested. “In the meantime, don’t let her get too cold.” Holly chuckled as she tilted her shoe and watched Trish roll back down towards the toe section. Without a second thought, she placed her Ked back onto her foot and continued with the decorations.
When 3:00 rolled around, Daria knew it was time to begin the pre-party festivities. The girls were all pretty much just sitting around, drinking, and having some snacks. But as soon as Colleen and Kimberly arrived, it was time to move things up a notch. Colleen and Kimberly had stored the trunk in one of the bedrooms of the suite, and then came to see how the party was progressing. As soon as Daria saw them, she called for everyone’s attention.
“It’s time to get the first part of the party started,” Daria began, “so I need to explain everything before we bring in a special guest. Colleen and Kimberly have been helping me with a friend of mine by using an ancient therapy I’ve discovered. The results so far have been spectacular, and I am hoping that by getting all of you to participate that we can move his healing along. You see, by channeling a man’s sexual energy in a different direction, healing energy is produced. Since my subject had an accident to his reproductive organs, this therapy was perfect for him. And while his sexual appetites may best be described as ‘kinky,’ I think it can be quite fun for us to help him out. I’m sure he will explain his desires himself, so let’s get ready to welcome my friend, Kyle.”
Daria than went over to the large comfy chair and sat down. The rest of the girls took seats on the couch while Colleen and Kimberly went back into the bedroom and carried the trunk into the room. It was covered over one end, and they placed the trunk directly in front of Daria. Then, they both sat down in chairs across from the other girls. Daria just smiled as she used the toe of her Maryjane shoes to slowly lift up the small towel covering the end of the upended trunk. With a flick of her ankle, the towel fell to the floor, and she rested her feet on the edge of the trunk.
Kyle was delirious with pain, but was thankful to finally be able to breathe even slightly better, now that the towel had been removed. He found himself staring straight up at the ceiling, but there were also the soles of two shoes that slanted over him. Someone must be resting their feet almost directly on top of his bulging face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could just barely see other girls in the room. He was beginning to wonder what Colleen and Kimberly had cooked up when movement of the shoes near his face caught his attention. Whoever was wearing those shoes had uncrossed their legs and placed their feet on either side of Kyle’s face. It was at this point that an intense fear gripped his entire body. Those shoes were Maryjanes…
“Hello, Kyle, how are you feeling?” a voice said. Kyle’s mind raced with even more fear as he recognized that horrible voice. It had haunted his dreams for almost three years. That voice, combined with the shoes, allowed Kyle to come to only one conclusion… he was in very deep trouble.
“Can you speak, even a little?” Daria said in a concerned voice. She had already cast her Mind Reading spell and loved the shear terror that was coming through Kyle’s mind. Any one of the circumstances he was going through would cause a sever anxiety attack, but his claustrophobia, combined with seeing Daria and her dreaded shoes, made the horror almost visible. She figured, however, that she needed to start things off with a little help for Kyle’s voice.
“Pleassse forgive mmmeee,” Kyle felt himself slur through his distorted face. He knew immediately that Daria was manipulating him into performing for the other girls nearby.
“Oh, you don’t need to apologize,” Daria said. “I’ve gathered some friends together, and we are wondering what we can do for you.” Kyle knew where this was going, and he could also see Daria’s face now, as she leaned forward in her chair. He could see the delight she was having, shining in her eyes. It was at this point that he also felt all of the manipulation spells that were on him turn off. He was in control of his own body. Kyle knew that something probably went wrong and that this was his only chance to get help from the people sitting nearby.
“HHHlllp mmrrrrrpphh,” Kyle forced out. But his stroke wasn’t caused by magic, and it definitely affected his speech.
“What was that, honey?” Daria said in concern. “This is your big chance to have us do anything you want.” Deep down, she was simply beaming. By canceling the different spells that she had activated to manipulate him, she could feel his hope rise briefly, only to begin to shatter. Kyle was starting to realize that without her spells, he still couldn’t talk. He was also beginning to realize where this whole thing was going. All the women watched in anticipation to see what this poor man was trying to say.
“HHHrrrpp mmmllllfff!” Kyle used all the air in his compressed lungs to say. But he knew it was unintelligible. How long would Daria allow him to try and convey his need for help? It turned out to be an extremely uncomfortable five minutes, which seemed a lot longer. He could see the girls begin to gather around him and try to make out what he was saying. They figured out that he wanted help, but they already knew that. When Kyle tried to convey a more complex idea, only gibberish spewed forth, along with some drool. He was completely embarrassed and frustrated that help was so close, yet so far. He had turned a bright crimson color from both the embarrassment and the effort of speaking.
“Just calm down and take a deep breath,” Daria said reassuringly. She had figured this had gone on long enough and that it was time to help Kyle out with his current speaking engagement.
“I know this sounds strange,” Kyle slowly spoke, only slightly slurring, “but I want to kiss your feet.” Kyle cringed as he said it and knew what was coming. The grin on Daria’s face made him even angrier. How was he going to get out of this?
“I suppose I can help you with that,” Daria said as she began to unbuckle her Maryjanes, “but you may need to convince my friends, here. Why don’t you show them what you like about my feet, then they might indulge you with theirs? First, though, let’s see if we can push your head through that hole. How about some incentive?” Kyle didn’t know what Daria had planned, but was focused on those shoes that were slowly being removed from this witch’s bare feet. He was having flashbacks of being in shoes similar to those, but these seemed far worse. When the first shoe came off, the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes rolled back in his head for a second as the odor assailed his nostrils. It wasn’t just the smell of Daria’s feet; it seemed to be a horrid mixture of multiple feet at once. Kyle could only watch as Daria finished removing her shoes and arched her feet over his face. He was glad he wasn’t touching the glistening, wrinkled soles inclined above him, but he knew it wasn’t going to be long before something bad happened.
Daria let him pause there for a second as she silently muttered the words to shrink Kyle down just a bit. Then, with an audible scraping sound, Kyle’s head popped out of the hole and thrust itself against Daria’s soft, sweaty soles. Kyle felt the slimy flesh coat his face with their disgusting filth, but it was only just getting started. He could already feel his lips begin to pucker as his neck stretched out towards the big toe on Daria’s right foot. His body shivered briefly as he felt the warm, wet flesh touch his lips, while the putrid stench assaulted his nose.
The other girls in the room gasped as this depraved man kissed each one of Daria’s disgusting toes. There was even a clear lip-smack after each one. When he had finished, Daria moved her greasy, slimy soles against his lips and cupped his nose with the underside of her toes. Kyle’s head was spinning. He thought he was ready for anything, but when Daria cupped his nose beneath those filthy toes, he knew he had met his match. He could barely breathe the way it was, with his body crammed inside a tiny trunk, but now the air was totally corrupted.
“What a complete pervert!” Lauren laughed. The rest of the girls burst out laughing as well. This loser was totally enamored with Daria’s disgusting feet. And the wheezing coming from this guy’s mangled nose was causing a whistling sound that made everything extremely funny.
“I’m practically speechless,” Tara chuckled. “What kind of depraved mind craves a woman’s sweaty foot? Perhaps you would like a little Japanese flavor, huh?” Daria smiled and pulled her foot away as Tara pushed the trunk over and removed her tennis shoe. Kyle was now looking straight up at the ceiling, and also at a rather cute Japanese woman. Her cuteness factor decreased dramatically as he watched her remove her shoe and lowered her soaking wet sock-covered foot onto his face. He squirmed slightly at this new predicament, but the smell was actually an improvement over Daria’s feet. The problem now was that the wet material was preventing any air from getting through. He gave a few wheezing snorts and everything began to go black.
“Oh, no you don’t, pig!” Tara yelled as she lifted up her foot to keep Kyle from going unconscious. “You have to show your perverted talents to my foot as well!” And with that, she pulled off her sock and slammed her bare foot down on his face. Pain erupted as this little spitfire crunched Kyle’s nose beneath her foot. She then pulled it back and rested her toes on his mouth. To everyone’s surprise (except Daria’s), Kyle’s lips parted, and he began to suck the sweat from a complete stranger’s toes. He even forced his tongue out of his mouth and into the crevices between Tara’s toes. She was completely amazed at this, since she hadn’t washed her feet from her gymnastics practice this morning.
“Wow, just when I thought you had reached the lowest level of perversion, you just went farther!” Tara chuckled. “It’s amazing that someone like you even exists!” As the girls gathered around and continued to watch Kyle work his tongue magic on Tara’s toes, Daria just smiled at his torment. This was going so well. But she wanted to make sure that Kyle could continue his fun after the girls were finished, so she made sure that he tucked all the filth from their toes into his cheeks. There was no sense in anything being wasted.
“Is there anything else you would like to do with my feet before I let someone else have a turn?” Tara asked. To her surprise, Kyle pushed her toe slightly out of his mouth, than bit her toe nail. The “click” sound made all the girls giggle in disgust. Could there actually be a person that would trim a toenail with his teeth. The next “click” indicated there was. Sure enough, Kyle was trimming Tara’s toenails with his teeth.
“OK, even I’m amazed at this,” Tara said, shaking her head. “And you’re keeping my toenails in your mouth, too? That is just too gross!” And when Kyle finished with all of her toes, Tara lifted her foot briefly and drove her heel into his nose one more time.
“That’s for being so disgusting!” she yelled. “Someone like you doesn’t even deserve to live.” And with that, she moved over and Kyle looked up to see a giant black girl standing over him.
“He has to stay alive long enough to handle my feet!” Lauren laughed as she planted her large black foot on Kyle’s face. She was careful not to touch the blood streaming from his nose, since she wanted him to experience the taste of her foot without any “contaminants.”
It was one thing to suck and lick Tara’s tiny toes, but Kyle was absolutely choking on Lauren’s giant feet. He was hoping that his smashed nose would mean he wouldn’t be smelling any more feet, but for some reason he was wrong. Every time his nose was smashed, it immediately began to heal back. This didn’t escape everyone’s notice, either.
“My goodness, Daria, I think your theory is right!” Lauren said as she worked her toes deep into Kyle’s mouth. “His nose has already healed back up.” The girls all peered down at Kyle’s nose, and sure enough, it was back to its usual shape.
“Come on Becky, let’s see what you can do with his nose,” Lauren said as she felt Kyle’s tongue snake between her toes. Tentatively, Becky removed her sandal and placed the ball of her foot directly on Kyle’s nose. He could barely breathe as it was, with Lauren’s huge foot in his mouth, and now this “Southern Belle” was about to stop his only method of getting air. Her foot didn’t smell too bad, but it was a weird combination of smelling Becky’s foot while licking the filth from between Lauren’s toes.
“I don’t know about this,” Becky said as she rested her foot on Kyle’s face. “This seems a bit weird.”
“Think of it this way,” Daria explained. “He is really enjoying this. He’s an extreme masochist as well as a disgusting foot boy. You will actually be helping him.” That reasoning seemed to help Becky decide what to do. Looking down at Kyle’s pleading eyes, she began to apply pressure and twist her foot back and forth.
Kyle would have really loved to scream at this point. Unfortunately, Daria was preventing him from doing this, and also, he didn’t have the air. His vision blurred as this unknown girl ground his nose into a crackling mess. But as soon as she lifted her foot, his nose began to reform. This seemed to make her a little angry, which resulted in Becky beginning to stomp down harder and harder on his nose. Kyle saw stars and let his mind begin to drift into unconsciousness. He was dimly aware of himself biting the toenails of the black Amazon’s toes. He wasn’t sure how long this went on, when he had a different taste in his mouth. Apparently, it was his turn to clean Becky’s feet. At least she was no longer stomping on his head.
Daria was really enjoying herself, watching as Kyle cleaned her friends’ sweaty feet. She was thrilled that it had been such a hot day, and now everyone was really getting into Kyle’s abuse. To make sure he could enjoy it more, she quietly controlled his body to continue to store all the toenails and other gunk in his cheeks. She slowed the production of saliva in his mouth as well, so that it wouldn’t dissolve the nasty concoction slowly accumulating in his mouth. Kyle was aware of what was happening as well and was beginning to have flashbacks of when he was reduced to a few inches tall with Daria’s horrible foot filth stuck in his mouth for an eternity.
Kyle’s head was simply swimming within this hellish nightmare. He was barely controlling his claustrophobia and being unable to move inside his “coffin.” The taste in his mouth along with the smell in his nose was driving his mind to simply try and shut down. He barely remembered cleaning Colleen’s and Kimberly’s feet, and for a moment, he thought he might be back in their house. He kept hoping to fall unconscious, but fate wasn’t being that kind to him. But suddenly, there was a voice echoing in his ears that brought him back to perfect clarity.
“It looks like Holly went to get more refreshments for tonight’s party, so it’s time for your favorite feet,” Daria said as she sat down on the trunk and lifted her foot to Kyle’s nose. He could see the hatred that Daria had for him almost glowing in her eyes. As soon as her foot was resting on his nose, his own eyes began to tear up again. Why did she hate him so much? Why was this happening to him? It didn’t matter as he felt her slide her foot along his face, leaving a greasy trail of sweat. His stomach quivered as he felt his own lips part uncontrollably and his tongue begin to move outwards. Kyle’s lack of saliva had caused his tongue to be rubbed so raw that it was actually bleeding a little. But that didn’t seem to matter to Daria. She just smiled as she watched him begin to lick between and around her toes. And to make matters worse, Daria decided to add a little extra spice. She picked up one of her Maryjanes, turned it over, and placed it over Kyle’s nose.
Kyle had hoped he would begin losing consciousness again. Even the horrid state of nightmares he had been in earlier would have been preferable to the perfect clarity he now had. He could taste every drop of sweat, feel every particle of toe-filth, and smell the overwhelming, mixed odor coming from Daria’s shoe. It was actually like having all of his senses heightened to make sure he suffered completely.
“It never ceases to amaze me how sick you truly are,” Daria said casually down to him. “You have actually given an oral pedicure to five of my friends and are now giving one to me. And it looks like you are saving all our toe-nails and filth in your cheeks. How depraved your mind truly is! To have done this to complete strangers disgusts even me, and I tend to be very open-minded! You’re some kind of demented rodent who gets off on women’s dirty feet! I think everything you’ve been through is just the universe punishing you for being such a deviant loser!” The other girls laughed in agreement as they continued to stare at Kyle’s apparent enjoyment of his situation. It truly was disgusting that someone could actually get healed from cleaning girls’ feet.
Kyle’s eyes were now flowing with tears. It wasn’t just the horrid gas he was breathing in, but the embarrassment he was undergoing as well. He desperately wanted to tell these beautiful girls that he wasn’t like this, but all he could do is continue to clean Daria’s retched feet. When would this end?!
“Very good, Kyle,” Daria said as she pulled her feet away. “You did a tremendously good job at cleaning our feet. But we have a dinner to go to and some dancing afterwards. I think it is time we begin to get ready.” The other girls agreed to this, and began going to the other rooms in the suite. Finally, there was just Daria and Kyle in the living room.
“I know you understand what is going on,” Daria said in a serious tone. “I’m sure you are wondering what’s going to happen to you tonight. I’ll let you keep wondering, but I will do you a little favor before I go.” Kyle definitely had a high level of anxiety, but as Daria opened up the lid to his trunk, he began to also have hope. Using her bare feet, she pried her former boyfriend’s mangled body out of the trunk and began casting a Paralyze spell on him. Then, she cast a Total Healing spell. For the first time in three years, his body was completely healed. From his legs, to his groin, all the way to his blood vessels in his brain, he was whole again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll collect the cost of my healing tonight,” Daria said with an evil grin as she began sliding her feet back into her shoes. “But maybe I’ll take my first payment now.” And with that, Daria pulled back her foot and let loose with a tremendous kick to Kyle’s newly healed groin. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as it felt like his balls were shoved up inside of him. His fears were confirmed as he felt Daria actually pull her foot out of him. She had somehow enhanced her strength enough to kick his nuts all the way into his internal cavity. The pain continued as he watched Daria walk over to his head. With Maryjanes on both sides of his head, she stared down at him while mumbling something under her breath.
More pain erupted as he watched this witch quickly grow to a titanic size. But something was seriously wrong! Even though he was shrinking, the crud he had in his cheeks seemed to be staying the same size. He was once again only an inch or two tall, but the toe nails were digging deep into his cheeks and throat, while the toe jam seemed to have solidified into some kind of foul cement. Kyle was trying to figure out what to do about his new predicament when he felt the ground begin to shake as another giantess entered his field of vision. She was shorter than Daria, but the word “short” didn’t apply to anything but him.
“Are we going to give him some company?” Holly said, smiling down at poor little Kyle. Daria just nodded and walked away. Kyle was now at the mercy of this new girl.
“I did you a favor by not having you clean my feet,” Holly explained as she crouched down and picked him up. “But now you get to experience my shoes while we go party. Enjoy.” Kyle felt himself being lowered, only to find himself in the canvas shoe of this petite young woman. After everything his nose had gone through, this environment wasn’t bad at all. Kyle only wished he could get this putrid gunk out of his mouth. He then heard movement off to his right, and soon another girl, shrunk to his size, crawled into view. He was not alone, but he was still stuck in some girl’s shoe with another captive. Tonight definitely had the potential of being his last…
(***** Volume 7 *****)
The girls were finally back from a night of dancing which most would agree was not that enjoyable. Daria’s decree that they were to pick guys they found annoying hardly made for a good party. But after several hours of night-life, they had all agreed to meet back at the hotel for the real party. Most of the girls had no idea what was going to happen. Only Holly suspected that the dull evening would turn around 180 degrees and become the best night of their lives.
Daria had gone out as well, picking up a Frat boy from the Sigma Nu fraternity. That was the same fraternity that her old friend Jason had gone to. She had been hit on by Jason’s roommate numerous times, and now she decided to give Kevin a chance. Actually, it wasn’t a chance that he would relish, but for the better part of the evening, he thought he might just get lucky tonight. As for the rest of the girls, most of them went with Frat boys themselves. Tara got a tall man named Ron, who looked even taller because Tara was so short. Lauren picked up a rather excitable black man named Marty. He was hanging over her all night, and definitely feeling frisky.
After a half an hour, the other girls showed up as well. Kimberly and Colleen had picked up twins. Richard and Charles were rather overweight and loved the good life. They obviously came from a wealthy family and had egos almost as large as themselves. Holly showed up with Eddie, a non-Frat guy who she had dated earlier in the year. Their breakup was mutual, so there weren’t too many hard feelings. Last came Becky, who found a student named Billy from her home state. They seemed to be old friends, but not too much on the romantic side.
“All right, let’s get started,” Daria said as everyone got there. “We don’t want to waste too much time, so let’s all get in a circle, boy-girl, boy-girl.” As everyone got in the circle, Daria pulled Kevin in as well. She had rehearsed her speech in her head numerous times, and now she hoped everything would go off as planned. She had even asked Holly to help her, since her plan required quite a bit of magic.
“As some of you know, I’ve been doing research into ancient Chinese healing therapies,” Daria began. “In my research, I discovered a magic spell that could provide us with quite a bit of fun tonight. I’m sure that most of you do not believe in real magic, so just bear with me for a few moments. I guarantee you will be astounded.” And with that, Daria and Holly began mumbling the spells, targeting all the men in the room. Holly was new at the time delay aspects of casting a spell, but it seemed to be flowing through her pretty well. Not as well as Daria, who was getting so good that she could cast numerous spells in rapid succession.
“This is stupid!” Kevin said next to Daria. “I’m getting out of here!” But as he and a few other guys turned to leave, the spells began to activate. Marty, Ron, Billy, and Kevin dropped to the ground and began writhing in pain. Eddie looked confused just before he dropped as well. Richard and Charles had seen enough, especially now that four guys were actually shrinking down, along with another that wasn’t that far behind. But it wasn’t like Richard and Charles were that mobile. Their bulk didn’t allow fast movement, and when the pain hit, they fell to the ground pretty hard.
“Not bad, Holly,” Daria complimented as she watched all the guys being reduced. “Only a slight mistiming, but it all worked out.” Meanwhile, the rest of the girls were simply frozen in place watching the guys nearby dwindling down to an inch or two in height.
“What the hell is going on?!” Tara asked. “How did you do that?!” Daria just smiled and watched as the last man finished shrinking. It was now time to go further with the fun.
“I told you I knew magic,” Daria explained. “Now, I would like everyone to pick up their ‘dates’ and reform the circle.” After the initial shock, most of the girls seemed rather excited to pick up a shrunken man. Some girls, however, were still tough to read.
“Now, everyone, pass your ‘friend’ to the girl on the right,” Daria continued. “This will be your toy for the evening. As you can imagine, there are quite a few things you can do with them. And note that if an accident happens, there isn’t much evidence to clean up. Holly will be more than happy to demonstrate what I mean.” Holly smiled and reached back behind the couch and into her old shoes. Trish wiggled with fright as the giant fingers wrapped around her, lifting her into the air. She was only there momentarily as she began to quickly descend. When Holly opened her hand, Trish could see that she had been placed on the floor, surrounded by several giant women.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” Holly said down to her old gymnastics competitor. Holly had been preparing for this quite a bit ahead of time. So to make sure that Trish’s end would be extra humiliating, she had worn shoes that would really make her feet sweat. As she pulled off her flats, the cool air against her damp sole made her tingle with excitement.
“Please don’t do this to me!” Trish yelled up. Could this really be happening? She had thought about dying beneath Holly’s foot for some time, but she never thought she would see it coming. And looking up at the glistening wrinkles of Holly’s sole descending towards her made her skin crawl. But there was nothing to be done. Her arms were useless, and her legs didn’t work too well either. Before a plan presented itself, it was far too late. The sickening smell permeated Trish’s nostrils, while the soft, moist flesh of Holly’s bare foot settled across her body.
“Bye, now,” Holly whispered. Trish screamed as the unbelievable end began. This little bitch was actually stepping on a living person. Crushing her life out for the amusement of all these giant women. There was only a small amount of struggling to be done before the rubbery surface of Holly’s sole began snapping bones like twigs. Trish saw briefly the tiny specks of dirt clinging to the flesh above her, and realized that soon she would be with them. Intense pain shot through her as her body was compressed completely flat. Holly shuttered in pleasure as she finished putting the rest of her weight on that foot. The rest of the girls shuttered a little bit too, as they began to understand what the night would hold. And the energy coming off of their tiny men began to weave the magical thoughts of feeling a living, breathing person crushed beneath them.
“What did you do?!” Becky cried out. “We can’t just kill all these guys, can we?!” This was the part that Daria had feared. But one out of a group this size wasn’t too bad. And perhaps she could still convince Becky that everything would be OK.
“Don’t worry,” Daria soothed. “No one will know what happened to these guys. And besides, you will probably enjoy the feeling. Everybody seems to like it.” Becky looked down at the little man in her hand. It was the rather obese young guy named Richard. The idea of stepping on him wasn’t what was worrying her. It was the man that she brought.
“I know you said to bring someone that we normally found annoying,” Becky sniffled. “So as a joke, I brought my brother. I thought it would be funny, since everyone thinks brothers and sisters date in the south. But I can’t have somebody kill my brother.” Lauren, who was holding little Billy in her hand, was watching the conversation with intense interest. She knew her heritage well, especially the slavery part. And there was a chance that the little guy she held in her hand had ancestors that owned slaves. She definitely didn’t want to give up this prize.
“Everyone has to die, sometime,” Daria continued. “And there is always the chance that Billy will be around at the end of the night. Then I’ll re-enlarge him, and he’ll be safe.” Daria knew it wasn’t going to happen, but perhaps she could buy some time.
“Fat chance of that happening,” Lauren laughed. “He’s mine now, and he has a date with the bottom of my big, black foot!” Becky gasped and charged at Lauren.
“No! You can’t!” Becky said as she reached out. Daria knew this was going to get ugly, so she stepped in with the only solution. Within a fraction of a second, Becky felt her entire body go ridged as she dropped to the floor, face first. Lucky for her, she had managed to turn her head enough so that she didn’t break her nose.
“So you think your brother is too good for me, huh?” Lauren taunted as she unzipped her right boot. “I think I will be nice and give you a first row seat to your brother’s fun!” She then set Billy down right in front of Becky’s face and pulled her bare foot from her boot.
Billy didn’t know what was going on. He saw his sister’s giant face, and tried to yell to her for help. However, a strange smell began to come from around him, and he knew something was horribly wrong. He looked up to see the black girl’s dark sole coming down. Would she really kill him? Her foot seemed so large as to eclipse everything else. She had obviously been dancing all night, since the leather and sweat smell seemed to collapse upon him like a wave. And just like a deer in the headlights, he simply stared at his fate. He didn’t even struggle as Lauren tipped him over with her toe and lightly touched her foot to his tiny body.
Becky wanted to help her brother so bad, but there was absolutely nothing she could do. She could only stare as Lauren placed her large, nasty black foot over her brother. The smell of her foot assailed her nose as well, but she was more concerned about the fate of her brother. Her concerns were soon realized.
“Say good-bye to your brother, Becky!” Lauren said as she felt the little guy squirming beneath her. The chills this sent through her body felt so good. She wanted this to last forever, but at the same time, she knew it would feel so good to feel this guy squish. As she contemplated the timing, Billy had come out of his fear and was madly pushing up on the wet, leathery surface of this black woman’s sweat covered toes. He would not go out like this! He would not be squished! And that was his final thought as Lauren decided it was time for more pleasure. It wasn’t so much the killing of Becky’s brother as it was the feeling of his soft body collapsing at the tiniest of movements. She merely pressed down a little bit with the front of her foot and his body flattened right out with a tiny bit of a crunch. Becky could only watch as a tiny bit of blood and fluids leaked out from between Lauren’s toes.
“Well, Becky, I think it’s your turn,” Daria said as she removed Richard from Becky’s hand. He had survived the fall but had almost died from the heat of this girl’s hand. He was thankful to be in the cool air again, but then began to realize things weren’t exactly what they seemed.
“So what are you going to do with him?” Lauren asked as she played with Billy’s liquefied remains with her toes. She had to admit that she would love to step on that little guy too.
“Technically, he’s Becky’s, so I think she should feel what it’s like to have a guy plastered against her foot,” Daria explained. And without anything further, she reached down and picked up Becky’s sandaled foot. Richard didn’t understand at all what was going on, but he didn’t like seeing a giant sandaled foot approaching. His body began to shake in fear as the sandal’s heel was pulled away from the foot that was wearing it. He struggled in Daria’s hand but to no avail. Richard was simply shoved between Becky’s soft heel and the pad of her sandal. When Daria let go, he was completely stuck.
Becky could feel the little guy wiggling in her sandal against her heel, but once again, there was nothing she could do. And when she felt Daria grab hold of her ankle and begin pushing against the bottom of her shoe, Becky knew what was going to happen. At least she thought she did. For some reason, it actually felt kind of nice to feel a tiny living creature struggling for its life against her foot. And when Richard screamed in pain as his sides began to split from the pressure, she felt a spark going through her entire being. It was as if a beautiful electric currant had been sent up her entire body. She relaxed and simply enjoyed the sensation. Daria sensed this but also knew deep down that Becky could never be one of them. So, mumbling under her breath, Daria reduced Becky down to an inch tall before canceling the Paralyzation spell.
“She’s all yours, Lauren,” Daria said as she walked back to see how the other girls were doing. Becky stood up and froze. The tiny bit of pleasure she had felt at having Richard crushed in her sandal was quickly replaced by fear. She simply stared at Lauren’s other boot as she watched the giantess slowly unzip it.
“You really should have been more open-minded,” Lauren said calmly. But Becky could sense a deep hatred coming from her. There was really no place to go and nothing she could do. Becky glanced briefly at Lauren’s other foot, still seeing a pool of blood gathering between two of her toes.
“Why don’t you crawl in?” Lauren said as she laid down her boot. Becky’s legs gave out as the fear swept over her, along with the musty smell coming from the boot. But Lauren was getting excited and wanted things to happen a little faster. So with a flick of her ankle, she sent Becky flying into her newly removed boot. She enjoyed the small “thump” that came from Becky hitting the insole. With her heart beating fast in anticipation, Lauren began lowering her bare foot back into the boot.
“You can’t do this!!” Becky called as she looked up the incline she had just slid down. One of her legs was broken, but there was no place to crawl to anyway. She was now inside a black woman’s dress boot that had been worn barefoot through an entire night of dancing. And now the colossal, dark foot was coming back home. All Becky could do was curl up in a ball and cry. She was going to suffer a fate worse than her brothers, and the squishy feeling in her sandal reminded her that some poor guy had already suffered a similar fate against her foot. How could life be this cruel?
“Are you ready, Becky?” Lauren said as she zipped her boot back up. She could feel Becky all curled up beneath the arch of her toes and was a little disappointed that there was not struggling or movement. But Lauren knew she was going to enjoy this none-the-less. Becky held her breath as long as possible and tried not to shiver in disgust as Lauren’s sweaty toes passed overhead. The sound of the zipper had indicated she was sealed in, and there was nothing more to be done. Becky was only hoping that Lauren would be quick about ending her life beneath those gigantic, slimy, black toes. Her wish was granted as the arch under which Becky was curled up began to drop. Lauren was beginning to stand on her toes, and Becky felt herself begin to crunch. Since she was laying on her side, her hips popped first, followed quickly by her collar bone. She let out a scream of pain, only to breathe in the foul stench surrounding her. It was truly hard to believe that her life would be ended beneath a black bitch’s bare foot, inside a raunchy leather boot. That thought was driven from her mind as Lauren continued to press down and popped Becky’s head like a tiny insignificant grape.
“Ooo, that was nice,” Lauren sighed. The liquid rising up between her toes was satisfying, but that was nothing compared with the wonderful energy shooting up her legs. She sat down on the nearby couch and simply closed her eyes. This was such a great night. Then, she drifted off to sleep…
*****
Sonni stared down at the tiny creature licking her red boot. It was always fun to take a random male off the street and humiliate him for a few hours. It was truly enjoyable when they realized that everything they had done would still not prevent them from being crushed. Most of the time she relied on a random female to inadvertently humiliate and crush the victim, but today she had decided to try it herself. But breaking with tradition is bad luck, they say, and today was no exception.
Mark was truly into his job of trying to satisfy this giant witch that had come out of nowhere and shrank him down to the size of a bug. She had told him that his only chance to return to normal was to clean her boots with his tongue. He had a feeling it was an impossible task, but he immediately got to work as if his life depended on it. The supple, red leather was softer than he thought, and it continued to move slightly as this gorgeous blond shifted her foot inside. Mark had been working feverishly, when he noticed another set of giant boots come into view. They were the same style, only white.
“You may have a problem,” a voice said to Sonni. She, too, had noticed the woman dressed in white approaching. She had also sensed the intense magic emanating off of her, but didn’t feel like raising her head to acknowledge the woman’s approach. Of course Sonni recognized her. Deltanielae gave off an aura that was extremely hard to miss.
“Good evening, Del,” Sonni greeted as she looked up. “What can I do for you?” Del was a demoness akin to Sonni. Both were exceedingly beautiful, but Sonni was actually the more stunning. Del had black flowing hair and an alarmingly devilish smile. Both were tall, but Sonni was the more graceful. Normal mortals would die for either of them, and many already had. But if it could be said that Del lacked in the physical graces (which really couldn’t be said unless comparing her to Sonni), she made up for it in magic. Del had been freed long ago, and rumor had it that she had a hand in destroying Atlantis. Most thought it had sunk into the sea, but it hadn’t. Del had reduced it down to a rock, and it was believed that she still kept it in a jar.
“It’s good to see you freed yourself,” Del said, “but you may have forgotten something about your freedom. It is on borrowed time.” At this, Sonni stood up from the bench and looked Del directly in the eyes. This also had the unfortunate side affect of having Mark fly off her boot and land between these two titanesses.
“What do you mean?” Sonni asked. She was definitely alarmed at this news, but Del was notoriously guarded when it came to information. Del just lowered her gaze to the tiny creature at her feet. With an almost absent-minded playfulness, she began knocking Mark around with the toe of her soft white boot. Mark was getting bruised and battered at his new predicament, and wished that this raven-haired beauty would stop.
“You are bound here only by your accomplishments,” Del explained. “If the book that you restored were to be destroyed, your freedom would be destroyed as well.” For the first time since she was summoned, Sonni felt a fear beginning to rise within her. Her freedom was precariously balanced on a book in the possession of a young mortal woman. She didn’t have any time to waste.
“I appreciate you coming to me with this news,” Sonni said. “I won’t forget this.” And with that, Sonni jumped into the air as wings resembling a giant bat’s sprouted from her back. She had to secure that book as fast as possible.
“Don’t worry, Sonni,” Del whispered. “I would never let you forget.” She then looked down at the tiny mortal that she had pinned beneath her boot. He was struggling ferociously, which amused her slightly.
“I’ve destroyed whole civilizations,” Del smiled down at Mark. “Surely you don’t think that I would hesitate in destroying you? Good-bye my little bug.” Mark had been pounding on the smooth leather of Del’s boot, trying in futility to somehow move it off of him. He thought a few times he had, but it was only the wiggling of this woman’s leather-encased toes.
“Noooooooo!” Mark yelled as this goddess gave him a disconcerting smile and a wink. Then, she simply began applying pressure and watched as his body slowly squished beneath her unrelenting boot. Ironically, besides the extreme pain, Marks last thoughts were of the beauty of this dark haired woman dressed in white, and also of how supple her boot was. Del just smiled as she finished squashing this man beneath her. She moved her foot slightly and twisted it a few times. Then, without another thought for either the stain beneath her boot, or Sonni’s new mission, Del simply walked off into the night. It was such fun when plans began to come to fruition…
*****
Holly and Tara stared down at the competitors. For this game, Holly was using Kevin that she had gotten from Daria, and Tara was using Eddie that she had gotten from Holly. The game was a stroke of genius, and both of the girls were very excited to see who could win. The guys were completely immobile at their feet, having been wrapped from their necks to their toes in tape, just like mummies.
“OK, this is how the game works,” Tara explained to the guys at their feet. “We’ve wrapped you in tape so that you can’t move, and so that your body will help you in our competition. You see, we are going to see which team can launch the little guys head the furthest. Obviously, Eddie, you are with me, while Holly gets Kevin. If there are no more questions, let’s go.” Eddie was completely freaking out. He had come to this party thinking that he was going to have so much fun with Holly, and now he had been given to some psychopathic woman who wanted to see how far she could make his head fly from his body.
Tara got up and stood along side Eddie. She removed her high-heeled dress shoe, and slowly brought her nylon-covered foot down to rest lightly on Eddie. The sight for Eddie was one of terror. The odor of Tara’s foot was disgusting, and the silky feeling of it covering him like a blanket didn’t help any. His head was sticking out the side of her foot, right by her front pad, and he knew that when she stomped down, there was nothing to prevent his body from exploding like a cannon and decapitating him. Why were these women doing this?
“Are you ready?” Tara finally said down to Eddie. “Three… Two… One… Launch!” Eddie had watched this Japanese bitch lift her normally small foot into the air. Then, with a whoosh of rancid air, the soft foot from just moments before came crashing down. There was no time to think of anything except a brief moment of pain, before the world became all topsy-turvy. He had figured he would die immediately, but apparently, a person was slightly aware of things even after decapitation. Unfortunately, Tara was aware of this possibility as well. Even before the tiny head hit the ground, she was already walking towards it. As soon as it stopped rolling, she turned it face up using her big, nyloned toe. She knew she had to hurry.
“Bye, little Eddie, I hope we win!” Tara said excitedly. Everything was fading for Eddie, but not before he felt his face once again covered by Tara’s toe. Without a body, though, he couldn’t breathe in the stench, but he could feel the warm, sickening sweat wipe onto his face, along with the softness of her toe. Then, with a crunch, Tara pressed down. She was really hoping that Eddie was conscious for the final crunch beneath her toe, since it made the experience so much more rewarding. And judging by the orgasmic energy rising up from her toe and through her leg, she was pretty sure she was right.
“I think it’s your turn,” Holly said to Kevin. He was completely in shock. He just saw a guy get stomped on so hard by a girl’s giant foot that the head flew clean off. And now it was going to happen to him by a gymnast that he actually had a crush on earlier in the year. Ever since his best friend, Jason, disappeared, he had been trying to get his life back in order. He was just beginning to do that, and now he was going to have his head blown off by a girl’s foot. But he was brought back to reality as he realized what Holly had been wearing on her feet.
Holly removed her bare foot from her leather flats and rested it on Kevin. She took her time with this, knowing that the sweat from her foot was actually dripping onto Kevin’s head. At least she was kind enough not to use the same foot that had crushed Trish. But it was time to try to win this competition. Tara had caused Eddie’s head to fly three feet and seven inches. She was pretty sure she could beat that.
“Don’t let me down, Kevin,” Holly said. “I’m hoping we can get four feet for this.” Kevin was completely dumbfounded. Holly was talking to him like they were working together. Did she realize she was about to crush him forcefully beneath her foot? Did she realize that she was practically choking him with the foot sweat that was dripping off her foot and onto his face? He was completely disgusted, but there was nothing he could do. And as Holly lifted her smooth, wet sole into the air, he knew the end had come. The countdown was especially hard, since it was the countdown to his death.
“Two… One… Launch…” Holly finished up. And sure enough, the stomp that she gave caused a brief moment of intense pain, followed by the world going crazy. But when everything stopped spinning, Kevin felt Holly’s soft big toe push his head into a position to briefly see her as everything faded.
“We won!!” Holly quickly yelled. “Now, you can squish in peace.” The last vision was of a giant toe moving into his view, then darkness. For Holly, though, it was very satisfying to feel Kevin’s head crunch beneath her toe. She too had hoped that Kevin could understand what she said, and she was pretty sure he had. Both guys had provided incredible amusement for these girls, and they sat down and talked about what was to come…
Kimberly had set her little fat guy down on a leather chair before going to get another beer. She figured he wasn’t going anywhere with his girth. And she had figured correctly. Unfortunately, Colleen didn’t see that she had set something down, and made her way to the same chair.
Charles knew that he had to somehow get out of this place, but he was horrible at climbing. On top of that, he would need to get somewhere fast afterwards if he was to hide. Then he would have to survive at this height until he could somehow find help. All this was going through his head as a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see his “date,” Colleen. He was so attracted to her tonight, since she was wearing a tight, blue, rubber dress. It showed off her ass tremendously well. And looking up, he could see her cute, tight ass above him. The idea that it was now a colossal size made it even more attractive. But when it started to lower down, he realized he should have moved a lot sooner than he did.
He looked to his right, followed quickly by his left. But he was in the dead center of the chair. And “dead” looked to be his fate. He ran briefly to the right, but when he looked up, all he could see was a blue sky of rubber coming down fast.
“Don’t sit down!!!” Charles yelled. But Colleen was in no position to hear him, since she was concentrating on the tiny “tall guy” resting in her hand. Charles put his arms up in futility as his previous partner continued to sit down. The rubber felt so smooth and supple, and as he was pushed over, he was surprised at how soft Colleen’s butt cheek really was. But it was only mildly soft as she put her entire weight down on little Charles. The softness was quickly replaced as the rubber stretched and made everything very firm and tight. He screamed one last time as the air rushed out of him. But his last thought was actually one of arousal. If he had to die, what better way was there than to be crushed between a beautiful girl’s rubber-covered ass and a leather chair. The “pop” his body made wasn’t heard by anyone, but Colleen felt something strange against her right ass cheek.
“Oh, oh, Kimberly’s going to be pissed,” Colleen said as she stood up and looked down at the red splotch on the leather chair. Just then, Kimberly came around the corner and saw a very flattened Charles stuck to Colleen’s shiny ass.
“Thanks a lot!” Kimberly yelled. “Just for that, I better get yours!” Colleen knew that technically Kimberly was entitled, so she reluctantly handed Ron over. Ron wasn’t sure if this was good news or bad news.
“Actually, little guy, I’m getting rather tired,” Kimberly said to the tiny man in her hand. “So, I think we will have to finish this pretty quick.” Ron’s heart sank. Like all the guys that came to this party, he didn’t want to die. And the thought of being stepped on like some kind of pest definitely didn’t sit well with him.
“But, I’m going to give you a choice of how you want to die,” Kimberly explained. “Tell me how you want to go, and I’ll try to make it happen.” She then held Ron up to her ear to find out how he wanted to die. Ron was shaking all over at the idea that there was no way out of this. But he also didn’t want this giantess to decide for him. So taking a deep breath, he whispered into her ear.
“Hey, I think we can accommodate that,” Kimberly said with a slight slur. She was definitely intoxicated, but was rather impressed that this little guy would actually tell her how he wanted to die.
“Colleen, I will need your help on this, if you want,” Kimberly chuckled. This was definitely going to be fun. Colleen came over right away, since she was hoping it was another chance to squish the guy she was supposed to. Kimberly whispered to her what needed to be done, and Colleen ran to comply. She came back moments later with a piece of tape. By this time, Kimberly had taken off her blouse and was gently rubbing Ron over the left cup of her silky bra. Ron was very frightened over his imminent demise, but also completely turned on by being rubbed against a giant, attractive woman’s breast. He was then turned around and saw Colleen push a piece of tape across his torso and legs.
“I think it’s time for a hug,” Kimberly laughed. To Ron, this was probably the only way he would have wanted to die. He was hoping it wouldn’t be too painful, and he was getting quite turned on watching Colleen’s blue, rubber encased breast coming directly at him. As the two women embraced, Ron was pressed between a soft silky breast at his back and a soft but tight, rubber pillow in front. He was hoping that it would last a while, but both women were laughing quite a bit, and one of them decided to squeeze harder. This resulted in the breaking point for Ron. With a smile on his face, he had a quick, fearful orgasm before being softly squished to death between two girls’ breasts.
“Wow!” both Kimberly and Colleen panted together. The magical energy hit them both squarely on the nipples, and caused such a euphoric feeling that both of them collapsed immediately. It was such an intense experience that they both knew they would have to try that again some day. For now, Colleen simply collapsed in the chair while Kimberly fell asleep almost immediately on the floor. Both drifted off into wondrous dreams…
Daria was the only one left awake as she quietly toyed with Lauren’s selection, Marty. He knew that he was probably not long for this world, and was willing to try anything to prolong it. Luckily (he thought) for him, Daria was willing to give him a chance.
“I’ll tell you what,” She began. “I’m going to have a little competition. I’m going to put you in my right shoe and little Kyle here in my left. The one who cleans my toes with their tongues the best will live. The other one will get crushed, never having experienced fresh air or light again. So if either of you want to get back to a normal size and a normal life, I suggest you try real hard.” Kyle was in no position to compete in this “game,” even if he wanted to. He was still completely paralyzed, and had more gunk in his mouth and throat than he was ever going to get out. He felt bad for the other guy who actually believed there was a way to win. Kyle accepted his fate as he watched Daria drop the black guy into her right shoe, then fasten it onto her foot.
“I know you know that there is no way to win,” Daria whispered to Kyle before putting him into the dank recesses of her left Maryjane shoe. “I also hope you know that I am finally going to get my revenge on you. I will finally feel your little body squish beneath my toes. But don’t worry, I’ll keep your new home just the way it always was. Your body will eventually be so engrained in my shoe that you might as well have been part of it from the beginning. Good-bye my love.” Kyle could obviously say nothing, but was actually rather relieved to have tonight be his last. The last several years had been hell, and Daria had made his more recent past horrible beyond description. At last he would have peace.
Everything was dark as Daria finished fastening her shoe onto her left foot. She sat in her comfy chair as the black man in her right shoe was licking for all he was worth. For Marty, he had never been in a more disgusting place. He threw up form the smell alone as soon as he landed in the toe section, but that only gave him some room in his stomach for the crud he was licking off this sadistic giantess’ toes.
“Don’t forget to get in between,” Daria suggested. Marty knew that in order to win this, he would have to get every advantage he could. So swallowing his pride, along with enough foot sweat to choke an elephant, he maneuvered his head between Daria’s toes. The thick sludge he began licking was so gross he didn’t think he would last. But just as he was finishing up between the first two toes, Daria spoke.
“It looks like we have a winner,” she said. The guy in her shoe had been licking non-stop for almost an hour, and it was really time to go to bed. It was also time to get two new insoles for these retched shoes. Ron was wondering if he was the one who won or not, when the shoe he was in, tilted back suddenly, and he slid directly under this slimy, reeking bare foot. Marty knew that he had lost, and couldn’t believe how degraded he felt after all the licking he had done. He would be forever a part of this putrid shoe, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“You did well, but just not good enough,” Daria explained. “But my toes do feel a little cleaner. Thanks!” Then without further comment, she slowly pressed down. Marty was not going to give up so easily, but there weren’t many options. He continued to struggle as different bones began to break. Finally, he was left to just wiggle like a worm as the confining rubbery ceiling continued to descend. Taking one last deep breath filled with the smell of a female college student’s sweaty bare foot, he let out a scream of rage that was unparalleled. To Daria, it was a simple squeak that came from her shoe, right before she finished stepping down. She always enjoyed the moment when a tiny man squished under her foot, and this was no exception. Especially after feeling Marty’s desperation and frustration. The energy given off was extremely satisfying. Now there was only one more to go.
“I’m not going to waste any more time with you, Kyle,” Daria explained. “We’ll both just agree that you are a disgusting little bug that should have been disposed of a long time ago. It’s a shame that you had to suffer so much. But your suffering days are over. Good-bye and good riddance, bug!!” Daria then tilted her foot back and felt her paralyzed ex-boyfriend slide beneath the ball of her foot. Then she stood up on her other foot and began to slowly squish the scum in her shoe. But at this point, something strange happened. She fell back into her chair, completely paralyzed.
“I’m sure what I am about to do will be completely disappointing for you,” Daria heard from behind her. “But I’ll give you a little something in return.” Into her view walked the demoness that she had summoned so long ago. Sonni bent down and unfastened Daria’s left shoe and looked at little Kyle staring back.
“I must admit, you are definitely good at carnage,” Sonni said in a rather respectful tone. “But I must take the spell book back in order to keep it safe. Since this will block the spells in your head from being recalled, I will give you a little something to still have fun with.” Kyle watched as a giant red glove hovered over the shoe that he was in. The blond woman standing over him was simply stunning, and all thoughts of death were wiped from his mind as he stared at this beautiful goddess.
With a smile on her perfect lips, Sonni began implementing a rather ingenious series of spells. First, Kyle levitated upwards, out of the shoe, and hovered in mid air. This was the first good thing that had happened to him in quite a while. However, good things were not one of Sonni’s strong points. Next, the old, wrinkled insole floated out of the shoe. The crusty top layer pulled away and began wrapping itself around Kyle. Within moments, he was tightly wrapped like a black mummy in the dirtiest layer of the insole. Even his head was wrapped as well, with the filth marked from Daria’s big toe fastened right across his face. There were tiny holes where his eyes, mouth, and nose were positioned to continue allowing him to breathe. Not that the hole by his mouth was needed, since it was still so stuff full of twelve feet worth of filth. His mind, however, was simply reeling from the extreme claustrophobic feelings going through him. Especially when he was lowered back down into the shoe, followed by the rest of the layers of insole. He was now sealed in, except for another whole that had been created over his face that would allow him to get some air funneled to his face and keep him alive.
“I’m sure this is small consolation, but at least you can still wear this pathetic male in your shoe and torture him at your whims,” Sonni finished explaining as she slipped Daria’s shoe back onto her foot. Daria could feel a small, faint wiggling against her bare foot. But more of her concentration was with the rage she was feeling, knowing that her spell book was going to be taken away. She had felt Sonni probe her mind to get the information, and now she was going to be leaving to get it.
“I’ve removed the paralysis from your little man from the neck down,” Sonni said as she walked toward the balcony. “And I’ve made him indestructible for you. I wish I could do more, but I have my freedom to think about. Live well.” And with that, Sonni disappeared…
*****
Daria’s paralysis eventually wore off, but by then, all of the spells Daria had accumulated in her memory were gone. Holly asked her about this the next morning, but the only explanation was that the spell book had been stolen. However, Daria vowed to get it back if it was the last thing she ever did.
“I want you to do me a favor,” Daria said to Holly. “I want you to keep in touch with the girls who were here tonight. Someday I want us to be the most powerful coven of witches that ever lived. This is not over by a long shot!” And with that, the woman left the hotel suite to get on with the rest of their lives. Daria never lost touch with Holly, and Holly did as she was instructed and stayed friends with Kimberly, Colleen, Lauren, and Tara. For she knew that someday, she would again be able to feel the gentle squish of a man beneath her foot…
*****
Kyle could only stare at the large toes above him. He had felt them smash into his body numerous times, but death evaded him. He could feel the intense pain of being squished, but his body would simply reform inside its mummy wrappings. He even tried breathing in some of the foot sweat, but he simply choked himself into unconsciousness, only to awaken later. The smell was mind numbing, and for some reason, he could see perfectly clear in the pitch blackness of Daria’s left Maryjane shoe. But he could only barely move… He could barely breathe… He had a mouthful of foot filth… Was this ever going to end?! Why couldn’t he just die?! He took another breath of foot sweat, choked a bit, and drifted off into the semi-peaceful state of unconsciousness. His only refuge…
The End…?
Giantess World
