Chapter 33 - Sarah’s Mercilessness - by Kenny224 and Theresa Yuen by Theresa Yuen
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or resemblance to any actual
person, living or deceased, or to any factual occurrence is merely
coincidental. Furthermore, be aware of
the categories. If any of the categories
causes you any distress or uneasiness, proceed at your discretion.
Foreword: This
fictional series is a collaboration between Kenny224 and me, it is based on an
agreement that is merely based on trust.
The storyline is constructed with an integration of both authors’
fictional characters, also, it would be unconventional, as we would do
something more akin to a "role play" situation. In which, I would be the tiny, while Kenny224
would play the role of the giantess.
Therefore, please understand that both authors will be writing at a
leisurely pace, so the various chapters will be put out impulsively.
Sarah’s Mercilessness - by Kenny224 and Theresa Yuen
The late middle-aged Sarah woke
up from her nap, still wearing the bathrobe that Winkie had given her. The
studio was mostly empty except for what she had brought with her, the Stair
Master on one end of the room brand new. And like old habits, she prepared
for her morning workout, slipping into a tight silver sleeveless athletic shirt
and a pair of tight black leggings, before slipping on a sweater and putting on
sweat pants as well. Her old Uggs were by the door, and she walked over to
them, leaning down to grab them. She had received comments from her friends and
daughter before about this habit, why not just wear sneakers? Aren't they hot
when you work out? But that was the point – she wore a sweater and sweat pants
and Uggs because she wanted to sweat, the heat an excellent factor in causing
her to lose extra water weight, a constant struggle for her in her middle age
to keep her slight figure as her metabolism slowed down.
In the dim light of the early morning, she quickly grabbed both of her Ugg
boots with her hands, squeezing the opening shut as she carried them over to
her couch. She dropped them down the floor, the things haphazardly bouncing
against the ground, but remaining upright. She didn't look down at her boots as
she did it, her hands naturally grabbing the first boot before she roughly
pulled it on, stomping down to make sure her foot was snug. She did the same
with her second left-footed ugg, not noticing as something bounced around
inside as she pulled it over her foot. As her foot slid inside, she felt
something rolling against the bottom of her foot amongst the fluff, but her
tired, early morning mind didn't make much of it, just assuming it was loose
fuzz or dirt that had rolled into a ball. As her foot settled in, she could
feel it distinctly under the ball of her foot, finally drawing her attention.
Every day she worked a half-hour session, a sort of interval training in which
she would switch between light and heavy resistance, each slowly rising in
intensity until about the halfway point before it climaxed and slowly
diminished back down.
That's new She thought to herself, frowning. Guess these
things are finally getting too old – I'll have to get a new pair soon.
Still, she wanted to be upfront with Winkie, so there wouldn't be any
misunderstandings or hard feelings.
She bit her lip, sitting down on the couch and swinging her left foot over her
right leg, allowing a bit of room below her foot as she picked her toes up into
the roof, causing the smashed insole to slap into her own calloused heel before
she relaxed it. She could just barely feel dampness beneath her heel, each time
she slapped the insole against her foot the warm wetness seemed to splash along
the bottom, but the insole otherwise smashed flat, like mushy wet fuzz.
Ugh – what is that? She
thought to herself, shaking her foot slightly so whatever it was bounced around
on the inside between her foot and the fuzzy insole, before tilting her foot
backward so that it slid beneath her heel.
She pulled her Ugg on tight,
feeling whatever it was as a bump buried into the fluff below her rough heel
before she stood up. Not even thinking she stamped down hard, feeling the thing
compress beneath her heel, before grinding her heel against the ground. Her
heel was hard and calloused, and she couldn't feel the thing distinctly as she
ground it into the fluff, only noticing as the uneven bump slowly disappeared
into the fluff below it, barely feeling a few cracks and snaps that were
completely inaudible from underneath her sole as she stomped and ground the
thing underneath her heel. She stared down and her Uggs, the comfy old things
already warm against her feet, as she flexed her toes and leaned back and
forth, no longer feeling anything but the old comfort of her worn-in old Uggs.
Ah – much better. She
thought, before walking over to her stair master to start her morning routine.
And with her hoodie and
sweatpants, she was sweating within minutes, a dark stain forming along her
neck and armpits, the feeling of sweat rolling down her legs before being absorbed
into the fuzz of her Uggs. Each time she stepped she would push heavily against
her feet, the Uggs fuzz quickly mashed and trampled until things felt almost
smooth underneath her foot, the wet feeling of sweat oozing with each step she
took until she no longer noticed it. Around the halfway point she was already
exhausted, forcing herself to continue, her concern with her own figure more
important than the short-term pain she was experiencing.
But eventually, the session
ended, and she hopped off the stair master with some satisfaction, taking off
her sweater and sweatpants and grabbing a towel to wipe the excess sweat from
her skin. She could just barely hear an audible squelch with each step of her Ugg,
the feeling of wet fuzz underneath her foot and between her toes something she
no longer noticed. Her left foot's heel felt slightly lighter than the right,
she did notice, almost like the insole heel on her right Ugg had less cushion
than the other.
But for now, she walked over to
the kitchen, putting on a cup of coffee before grabbing her phone.
There was a message. It was from
Winkie.
“Hey” it read. “Hope you're
settling in alright. When you have a chance, can you begin your work with
Tess?” It read.
Tess? Sarah
thought to herself, her memories flooding back to her. She had almost forgotten
she was here on a contract, somehow lucky enough to get an easy gig like this, getting
paid to try out some new tech, which for her, just meant a free insert for her
to use.
Oh, yea... She
thought to herself. Tess was the name of the tiny girl who had volunteered as
her test subject. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was only used to
using men as inserts, and, supposedly, this female tiny still had rights. It
left her feeling weird, and she wondered how she would be able to do a proper
test if she was actually concerned with the tiny girl’s well-being. Still, she
had been insured in the contract that the tiny subject would be fine (at least
long term) and that she wouldn't need to worry about it – besides, she was
cleared of any wrongdoing if anything bad should happen, as the tiny waived its
rights when it volunteered.
She started writing a message
back.
“Hey, Winkie. Yep, was about to
begin.” She paused thinking before she wrote. “Look, I want to be as objective
with my evaluation as possible, and you know my background, so I want to be
clear with you and how you can help me do my job.”
“I'd prefer if we no longer refer
to volunteer as 'Tess'. In fact, I'd rather not refer to it as a person at all.
It will be much easier for me to do my job if we just call it, well, an 'it'...
If that's ok?”.
She pressed send, watching her
screen as she saw Winkie already writing a response.
The message quickly came after.
“Good idea.” Winkie wrote. “That
works for me. I'll refer to it as 'the product' just so there isn't any
confusion.” She posted, followed by a smiley face.
“Great!” Sarah wrote in response.
“The product works for me too! Thanks for understanding!” She said, sending a
smiley face back.
Winkie was already writing a
message.
“Well, you have all the materials
you need.” She wrote. “I know you have some personal tests you want to bring
into this, your experience being one of the main reasons we wanted to contract
with you, as we want as accurate a picture as possible of how the product will
work and its limitations, so someone with actual real-world experience should
be able to give a better picture of how the product will work long term that we
might not think of in an academic setting.” The message said, but the bubbles
continued to move indicating another message was still being written.
“But still...” Winkie continued.
“We have some standard tests we'll need you to give, so don't forget about
them, but you can take them at your own pace. Remember, you'll have the product
for a month, and although we'll have a closing session, you'll have to complete
these regular tests in that time, although it shouldn't be a problem.” the
message was sent.
“Got it!” Sarah wrote in
response, feeling the wet warm fuzz slapping against her left foot as she
bobbed her foot over her knee.
Sarah picked her eyes up, looking
towards the place she had last seen “the product”.
Where is that bug? She
thought to herself before her phone buzzed again.
She looked down and saw another
message from Winkie.
“Oh, and don't forget those joint
tests you'll have to perform with me. We'll probably need just a day or two for
that. Don't worry, it's not super serious, we'll be able to have some fun with
it too. In any case, I know sometimes it's hard to keep track of “the product”
when they are so small like this, so there is an onboard tracker you can use
with your phone to identify where it is at all times, in case you lose it.”
As Sarah read the message, she
remembered having read this before in the contract.
Damn, nice! That's such a
convenient feature. God knows how many inserts I've lost before, this would
have been super helpful!
She switched to the app on her
phone, the thing slowly loading.
Find a tiny – Beta. The
thing read.
Even If all else fails... Sarah
thought … that in of itself will sell, I think.
The app loaded. It provided two
features. One was a satellite view, the other allowed you to point your phone
and would give a “hot/cold” detection mode which would indicate to the user as
the phone got closer to the tiny in question. The satellite view showed the
phone and tiny overlapping, which wasn't any help.
Huh, I guess the satellite isn't
really for precise tracking – better switch to detection mode.
As she did, the thing instantly
buzzed, the thing indicating that the tiny in question was only feet away.
Weird she
thought. Sweeping the phone from right to left, the thing buzzing louder as it
got closer to her left foots Ugg, before fading as it moved away.
Hmmm? She
thought, bringing her phone closer to the Ugg, the thing buzzing louder and
louder.
As she brought her phone right
next to her Ugg, the thing went off like a claxon.
Sarah smiled.
I guess the thing was more eager
than I would have thought. She thought, reaching down to
remove her Ugg from her sweaty foot.
Well, time to tell this bug how
this is going to go... She thought, excited for her first day
on the job. She was ready, and excited, to break her in.
*****
The suede top of Sarah’s worn UGG classic short boot
is very comfortable to have a lie-down, hence, I was sound asleep. I dreamed of the cleanliness and elegance of Jessica’s shoe collection. I fancied being sandwiched between an
assortment of soft memory foam insoles and Jessica’s smooth/supple toe
arches. I was truly in dreamland.
Abruptly, I was dragged from paradise, as I sensed a
sudden plunge into a grimy carpeted futon that was covered in dust. The motion was quick and jerky, like being on
a rollercoaster ride without any seatbelt.
Then, an enormous somewhat smooth, thick surface
slammed into me and I was forced to roll against it, and the dusty chamber
is in total darkness. The horizontal,
leathery surface settled on top of my whole body with brute force. At that moment, I realized that I have fallen
in Sarah’s boot and I was being crammed beneath the underside of her foot. The unanticipated aspect is that I wasn’t
underneath the toe section, and I was oblivious to which part of her foot was
on top of me. The weight was hardly any heavier
than I would anticipate, as some of the air was forcefully forced out of my
lungs, but I was prepared to deal with the heaviness.
The interior's aroma is something that I was
unaccustomed to, as it was a mysterious, mouldy odour, comparable to spoiled
cheese. The putrid environment induced
my curiosity, so I strived to take several deep breaths through my nose to appreciate
the strange aroma.
Next, the whole boot started to shake, but I was in a
stable position, as my physique is similar width of the insole. The situation took a dramatic turn for the
worse when the floor tilted steeply and forced me to slide lengthwise to the
back part of her insole, and I ended up being placed lengthways with my feet
facing the edge. Just then, I realized
that I was underneath Sarah’s heel!
* Pestle the Tess *
Before I could start screaming, the weight increased
intensely. Most of my upper and lower extremities
apart from my shoulders were wholly underneath Sarah’s heel! This scenario was out of the usual run of
things, as I have never been placed underneath the heel in the past. The pressure was tremendous as nearly all of Sarah’s
weight was applied to me instantaneously.
Immediately, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC) leaped
into action by focusing the safeguard on my brain function and stopping the
hemorrhage, as the rest of the organs can be regenerated.
Meanwhile, Sarah’s rigid and calloused heel worked as
a pestle, so my body was being mashed against
the spongy thick insole that was yielding readily to the weight. Be that as it may, the beginning phase was
mercilessly damaging and painful, as Sarah stomped her foot. This action severely fractured my ribcage and
caused several ribs to protrude from my body. My stomach burst from the abrupt crush, as my
insides gushed out of my body. My arms
and legs were severely fractured and squashed, as the skin and muscle started
to separate from the bones as they are being mashed.
Worst of all, my womanhood was ruined! As Sarah stomped her foot, she inadvertently
performed a slapdash hysterectomy and mastectomy on me. My womb was squashed and my breasts were ripped
open. It would be very difficult to make
out my gender at that point. I lost consciousness
after a short time, which hardly ever would happen because of the NIC
protection.
After the preliminary fitting, my whole body was compressed
into the thick, yielding, grimy, fuzzy insole.
The generous thickness of the insole offered plenty of yielding to allow
my body to sink in it, and it absorbed a lot of the weight. While the effect was considerable, even so, my
body was still under substantial weight.
* 30 Minutes of Continuous Stamping *
Maybe it was a good thing that I was unconscious and
unresponsive to the merciless mashing. As
Sarah persisted with her stair master workout, each footstep was worsening the
flattening below the neckline of my body.
The appearance is comparable to roadkill, as the worst damage
concentrated on the parts of the lower extremity of my body, from my hip to my
toes. My legs were utterly overwhelmed by
the unimaginable weight, as the upper and lower leg muscles started to rip from
the bones while Sarah’s rigid and calloused heel continued to mash them against
the spongy thick insole.
Ironically, the brutal mashing on my body has created
a creamy exfoliator to gently buff Sarah’s calloused heel to silky softness. The natural blend of my muscular tissue and
fractured bones buffed away the dead skin cells to leave her calloused
skin feeling softer and smoother. Every
time Sarah took a step on the stair master; her rough skin would rub against my
quadriceps and peroneus muscles, as my muscles would be severely chafed. Shortly, the muscles would be worn down to
the point that the fractured femurs, tibias, and fibulas would start to come
apart. These bone fragments would mix
into the chafed muscles and act as the creamy exfoliator to gently polish
Sarah’s calloused heel to radiant smoothness.
While my upper body was under less weight to some
extent, it was still awfully damaging. My
very supple bosoms were the first to be chafed against Sarah’s calloused
heel. The fatty and fibrous tissue was
effortlessly chafed off by the bedspread-size callus, which was good for
Sarah’s hard skin as it became an oily ointment to soften it.
Fortunately for me, the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC)
would regenerate every part of my ill-treated body in due course. However, the NIC’s artificial intelligence
has never encountered these circumstances of intense squashing, so it decided
to repair my consciousness first. When
all the sensations returned, I was awakened by merciless pain!
Thump!
In the darkness, I sensed a quick skyward movement,
followed by a rapid plunge and a thunderous heavy thump. The air pressure drastically fluctuated, as
my ears were deafening. A strong bloody
taste along with various unknown tissues were being forced out of my mouth. The mishmash of various cracking and popping
sounds was like a badly organized band playing in the background. The pain was very intense, yet it is too
wonderful for words as well. It was
certainly an experience that is beyond any other squashing that I have
experienced.
Thump!
Another unsympathetic thump occurred, this time, less
blood was being forced out of my mouth. The mishmash of various cracking and popping
sounds has lessened as well. I realized
that I was lying in a pool of sweat, but it was not the typical salty taste
that I was accustomed to. The taste was modified
with a bitter oily vinegary flavour with a grimy texture. Meanwhile, I realized that my inner workings
have been severely ruptured, especially when I realized that it has become my
outer workings, as much of it has been compressed and forced out of my
body. Though the pain is indescribable,
I was fascinated by this occurrence.
Thump!
Another pitiless thump occurred, this time, apart from
the deafening heavy thump, my body didn’t make much noise at all. Besides my head and neck regions, my upper
and lower torsos have been flattened to the point that it was harmonized with
the weight. I felt rather embarrassed as
I realized that Sarah’s weight must have forcefully emptied my bowels. Oh well, I was constipated earlier, and so
the problem was solved.
* Cooling down
after Sarah’s cardio workout *
In the meantime, my head was forced to one side, I was
partly immersed in Sarah’s perspiration that was oozed out as Sarah was
standing still, doing some stretching exercise to relax her mighty, yet
feminine muscles. I started to drink as
much of her sweat as physically possible to maintain the Nano
Intelligent Cells at peak performance. I
also found several pieces of calloused skin and I opted to munch on them to
have a full meal. But alas, my endeavour
might be ineffective as much of my stomach has been squashed.