In this chapter: Isabella
and Jessica bond over the destruction of an entire country, unbeknownst to
Isabella, and much to the dismay of Miranda who sees Jessica and her mother as
pure evil.
Day 5 – Grove View Apartments
Jessica
sat on the comfy couch next to her mother, she stared at the tiny country under
the table hoping her mother wouldn’t discover it. Isabella kicked her
feet outwards trying to relax, her high heels starting to drag underneath the
table, Isabella felt a slight resistance. Isabella bent over and started
to undo the straps on her heels; she tossed her shoes to the side of the table
and brought her soft soles down on the cool wooden floor just in front of the
table. Isabella began to curl her toes in and out from below the table to
relax and get comfortable on the couch, Jessica sat there in silence as she
watched her mother destroy the lives of thousands of people just by wriggling
her toes...
“Jessica, mija,
I noticed some weird flickers under the table, would you mind moving it so that
I can see if there a more bugs to be cleaned up, I can feel something weird
around my feet” Isabella said, she was on her phone looking at herself in a
camera view, she played with her hair and pushed out her lips just like a
teenaged girl about to take a selfie.
“I really
don’t think that’s a good idea right now” Jessica said quietly.
“I told you
to move the table, now” Isabella said in a quiet, yet angry tone, she looked
into Jessica’s eyes with much disdain and demanding obedience.
“Oh… okay”
Jessica said. Jessica got up from the couch and dragged one end of the
table away revealing much of the landscape of the tiny country, Jessica’s
leather sandals slapped against the floor as she approached the other side of
the table. Jessica dragged the other wooden leg completely away from the
little country, the entire land now lay vulnerable in the harsh glow of the sun
shining through the patio door.
“Eww…
see, this is why you have bugs, you always have to be clean” Isabella
said. Jessica stood at the edge of the land; she looked down seeing
dozens of small grey patches scattered about amongst the green and brownish hue
of the landscape. “Whatever this is, it
feels really good under my feet, and it’s like a tiny massage!” Isabella said
obliviously.
I want to
have them… Jessica thought, her mind filling
with ideas about what to do with even smaller people, the power that she had
over them with just a single toe. She
was still too afraid to tell her mother about them though, she just hoped her
mother would cause the least amount of destruction to them as possible so that
Jessica could enjoy them once her mother left. Jessica returned to the
couch next to her mother and watched helplessly as her mother’s simplest
movements flattened the land so easily.
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Quara shook violently, the golden heels appeared through spaces by the table,
the white tipped toes grew closer with each earth-rendering step.
Finally, her feet settled on wood flooring just a few miles from the border of
the country. Another pair of flat sandal clad feet with soft red painted
toes rocked the country as they settled down next to the high heeled
pair. Every citizen transfixed on every movement of the feet just a few
miles away. The high heeled feet began to drag towards the land, grinding
towns with people and vast rolling hills into the dirt under the tips of her
heels. They stretched miles inland carving out a deep canyon wider and
deeper than almost everything from Quara’s world.
The high
heels retreated from under the table, the rest of the population witnessed the
heels crash by themselves dozens of miles away on the wood flooring with a loud
thump, the bare feet now giving off a scent of malodorous sweat. The toes
began to wriggle and crawl forward plowing over the canyon previously carved
out from the woman’s shoes. The soles and toes of her soft feet dragged
over more small towns, the pinky toe plowing through a smaller city, the wall
of the French style white nail pulverizing through skyscrapers that were barely
reaching to up to her nail.
The woman began to drag her toes back over the decimated land and flattened
cities and towns, the movement extinguishing all remaining life in the area,
those lucky enough to survive the initial toe curling were smeared and
smothered into red globs under the thick skin of her sole as it swept over
them. The woman began to talk, and the sound was near deafening for the
millions of people sprawled out before the women’s feet. Suddenly the
leather sandal clad feet began to step towards the other end of the land, her
feet going up and crashing down in an almost slow-motion trance.
The blinding
light revealed itself cascading the rays over the countryside. The feet
again stepped over to the side closer to the destruction, the table that
initially protected the tiny people was now completely off them and settled a
few miles past the border. Both women were now completely revealed, the
citizens craning their necks upwards to see the younger women and the older
woman sitting on the couch. The only one that seemed to notice the people
was the beautiful young woman, the older woman casually playing with her phone
and dangling her feet over the country menacingly.
The younger woman sat back down on the couch and just stared at the country,
she seemed completely aware of what was happening, but did not care to
communicate to the older woman. A younger child found herself in the
crowded streets of a medium-sized city in Quara, the population of 4 million
were all panicking and running in every direction, their shrieks and screams
rang out across the city. The young child just stood there as people
bumped and shunted her as they ran by. She studied the giant women that
were casually sitting on the couch, their feet dangling up and down. The
child noticed all the components of the apartment thanks to the harsh light
from the window hundreds of miles away from them.
The child
paid attention to the giant woman with white nails in particular, they were
impossible to ignore, the older and more mature woman didn’t seem to notice
them at all, her face careless yet beautiful. The colossal foot of the
older woman began to descend upon the city slowly, the light becoming darker
and darker. The child noticed that impossibly huge ball of her foot began
to overshadow the city in all directions, the foot lowered more and more as it
was just a few miles above them now, the smell was unbearable, some people
dropped to their knees with watering eyes from the foul odor of the mature
woman’s pungent soles as they loomed closer.
The sole
impacted the tallest building first, sending massive amounts of debris crashing
on to people running on the streets below, the foot kept descending collapsing
all buildings as the people’s world grew dark and foul from the stench.
The heat radiating off the bottom of her foot began to fully capture the
intensity for the screaming people running for their lives. Finally, the
foot settled on the city in its entirety smashing nearly everyone into the dirt
and rubble, a lucky few thousand were spared between the gaps of her smelly
toes, but the massive miles tall toes began to curl and squirm as if she were
massaging her own feet with the land. The remainder of the people were
flattened into red smears between the crevices of her maturing feet along with
the buildup of grime and debris against the skin of her toes.
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“Ahhh… it
feels really good, mija, it reminds me of this pedicure I got in Thailand one
time…” Isabella said, wriggling her toes on the strange mossy rug.
She took a picture of her feet dangling over the rug with the caption “foot
massage with my daughter!!” Jessica was in a deep trance; she nearly
dissociated from the entire experience and began daydreaming from the
perspective of the micro people being crushed by her mother. “C’mon Jess,
join in” her mother said playfully.
“I don’t
really feel like it right now…” Jessica said.
“What is
wrong with you? I come all this way, and
you act like this…” Isabella said, her brows lowered, and her face
twitched with anger. A familiar sight to Jessica while she was growing
up.
“If I do
this, will you get lunch with me?” Jessica asked, hoping to finally
convince her mother.
“Okay, fine,
but I’m picking where we go” Isabella said as she scooted her ass closer
to the edge of the couch. Isabella bent over slightly rested her elbows
on her knees, exposing her massive cleavage to the land below. Isabella
began to playfully slap her feet up and down in random spots on the strange rug
that lay before her, each small footfall with a satisfying crunch and
squish.
fuck it… Jessica
thought. She stood to her full height; she placed herself at the end of
the microscopic land with her leather strappy flats sandals resting on the very
edge of the country. She started to slowly step onto the land with her
right sandal, she stepped onto a smaller city, the buildings barely reaching
halfway up the flat pad of the brown leather sandal.
The buildings
that she didn’t directly step on crumbled in front of her toes in a puff of
grey smoke burying thousands beneath the rubble, the satisfying crunch sent
Jessica into a deep flashback of her dominance over the army in her
closet. Maybe this isn’t so bad… she thought. Jessica looked
over to her mother who was now standing at her full height on the other side of
the land.
Isabella took two full steps onto the strange rug and rubbed her heels, burying
them slightly into the squishy moss. Isabella wriggled her toes, feeling
more delicate crunches between her soft toes. Isabella looked at her
daughter and let out a genuine smile and laugh. Jessica returned the
smile. Jessica began to stomp on the land in random places, millions died
with each titanic step, Jessica had her hands on her hips and an evil smirk, “this
is kinda fun, mom” Jessica said with a small innocent giggle.
Millions became
plastered and crushed between the treads of Jessica’s sandals, and she loved
the feeling of the power she had, crushing multiple cities under her expensive
flat sandals. Isabella began to draw into the land with her big toe,
carving out an attempt at a heart shape. The unlucky micros bulldozed as
she carved through the land ruthlessly with her nail dragging dirt and people
with it. Those directly underneath and between her legs looked up to see
her panties hovering miles above them, they felt trapped as her mature feet
were miles apart on either side of them. The earthquakes grew more
violent, and the ground began to crack and spread apart like webs.
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16 million people had already been cruelly crushed, flattened, smeared, or
buried deep into the dirt while two rampaging goddesses dominated their once
mighty land. Miranda could hear feint giggles coming from the living
room. She quickly stepped out of her room to see Jessica and her mother
standing on top of the tiny country, they laughed at each other while
relentlessly crushing and stepping on them. “What the fuck!”
Miranda shouted. “Get off of
them!” Miranda yelled. Isabella
looked at Miranda dumbfounded, and Jessica crossed her arms and pivoted her
foot, twisting the heel further into a city, placing her sole of her sandal
further inland crushing dozens of small towns between the treads of her
sandals.
“I said get
off!” Miranda shouted again.
“What’s the
big deal, princess?” Isabella said, cruelly twisting her feet to turn to
Miranda.
“It’s… It’s
people!” Miranda sounded angry, her face flushed red.
“People?
Don’t be silly little girl” Isabella said with a condescending laugh.
“See, watch” Isabella took a slow step forward settling her heel on a small
group of grey clusters then laying the rest of her sole down further inland
wiping out millions of people into bloody dust and dirt, she felt and heard the
smallest crunch with a puff of grey smoke emanating outward from the impact.
“You just
killed them, I said get off now!” Miranda yelled as she walked over to
Isabella and began tugging at her arm until she was off the country.
Jessica sighed and stepped off but made sure she twisted the heels of her
sandal slowly before doing so to cause as much untold damage as possible.
Jessica sat back down on the couch and anxiously waited to see the drama unfold
between her mother and Miranda. “You should leave” Miranda
exclaimed.
“Watch who
you’re talking to, blondie, I could own you if I wanted” a nasty sneer parted
Isabella’s plump red lips.
“You’ve
killed so many, you too Jessica, that is so fucking cruel of you to do” Miranda
dramatically said.
“Jessica, is
this true?” Isabella turned to Jessica, Isabella bare feet tapping on the
wooden floor while she had her arms crossed pronouncing her cleavage right in
Miranda’s face. Jessica looked at the
shoe and footprints that riddled the small country, she saw her mother’s
crooked attempt at drawing a heart with her big toe, she noticed small streams
of grey smoke rising by some of the shoe prints from her sandals.
“Yes… it’s
true, this place is infested with… tiny bugs” Jessica looked at Miranda with an
evil grin.
“That’s what
I thought…” Isabella said. Miranda was dumbfounded and speechless,
her mouth wide open from hearing Jessica’s response, she couldn’t believe that
she would just condemn millions of people to be less than dirt. Miranda
felt dizzy and hot.
“I just… I
just have to go…” Miranda said, defeated and broken. Miranda felt
the pressure in her head from the dizziness she felt on the verge of
fainting. She grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter and slammed the
front door behind her in a fit of blind anger, not even putting on shoes,
Miranda walked down to her car and just started to drive.
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“Honey, now that your ‘friend’ is gone, how shall we clean up this teeny tiny
bug problem of yours?” Isabella said, uncrossing her arms and stepping
closer to the bugs’ home. Isabella imposed herself over the land, her
foot tapping up and down wafting a foul odor outward making the remaining
denizens choke on the warm and putrid air.
“How ever you
want, mother…” Jessica had a dramatic emotional shift, seeing how Miranda
reacted made her tingle with happiness, and maybe seeing her mother unknowingly
crush millions of people made her somewhat flustered with raw joy.
“Do you have
any bug spray?” Isabella asked, she bent down lower looking at the
pathetic bugs spread out over the mossy substance.
“Nope,
sorry!” Jessica said, waiting to see how her mother would deal with the
problem.
“What about a
broom or vacuum?” Isabella asked again.
“We have a
broom. It’s in the pantry…I can go get
it…” Jessica said.
“Okay, we do
this the old-fashioned way. I’ll start crushing this weird stuff to make
it easier for you to sweep up” Isabella said, she raised her foot and stamped
it down on the edge of the moss, that familiar amazing feeling of the substance
squishing between her toes like wet sand at the beach. Jessica stepped
directly onto the center of the land on her way to the pantry making sure she
hit as many small grey cities as she could, feeling the treads of her sandals crunching
the tiny people and buildings as her sandal sunk into the dirt gently.
She walked over to the pantry and brought out a broom and dustpan.
She could
hear her mother stomping hard on the tiny country over and over each footfall
getting slightly more rapid. Jessica stood behind her mother, watching
her walk all over the country, picking out grey spots and annihilating them
with her feet, she chose small grey spots to lower her big toe on, she twisted
her foot round and round as she grinded the dirt up as she began to sweat from
the intense movement. Isabella’s foot became sticky and covered in dirt
and debris, but she continued marching all around, having way too much fun
crushing these weak bugs infesting her daughter’s apartment. With a final
step and twist from her mother nearly 40 million people were dead.
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The remaining survivors saw the titanic mature goddess tread over them with ease;
they stared up her smooth brown legs as her breasts bounced with each
terrifying earth grinding twist and step. The bruised and broken
survivors felt safe for now as she stepped off their land. Suddenly large
bristles and fibers began to make a chilling noise as it swept over their land,
dragging with it land, decimated cities, and scared survivors, the bristles
crashed into the dirt and swept the land away into a miles wide dustpan held by
the cruel colossal sandal clad young goddess.
The world
grew dark as the bristles swept over the remaining cities, the strands and
fibers covered with the remnants of buildings and towns plowed and crumbled
through the skyscrapers with no resistance, the scared and running people
shattered and exploded on impact from the blunt force from even the smallest
fibers of the broom bristles.
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Isabella rubbed the dirt off her feet while watching her daughter sweep up the
moss, the hardwood floor started to reveal itself and glow in the sunlight as
the remaining dust and moss was swept into the dustpan carefully by a crouching
Jessica. Isabella sat on the couch and gathered her high heels, placing
them on her feet and fixing the straps comfortably. “I worked up a sweat,
mija, how about we go get that lunch now?” Isabella asked. Jessica
filled the dustpan with what was formerly a proud country of 46 million
innocent people, she bashed the dustpan against the inside of the trashcan as
she heard the dirt fall and crash on the pile of smelly garbage at the base of
the can.
“Sure, let’s
go get food…” Jessica said, placing the broom back in the pantry, “I
actually had some fun” Jessica smiled at her mother. They both walked to
the door, her mother’s heels clacking on the wood as they opened the front
door.
“Me too,
Jessica” Isabella said, fishing the rental car keys out of her purse as her
daughter closed the front door behind them...