“The fuck?”

Head shooting up from the kitchen counter, Jessie narrowly avoided bouncing her skull off the low-hanging light, having picked up on the frantic knocking coming from just out of sight. She hadn’t been home long, but certainly didn’t expect any visitors at this time of the day. Nor ones that ferociously pounded upon her door in such a manner.

Wearily, the slim blonde shuffled her way out of the tiled kitchen and span to her right, wearily approaching the heavy door at the far end of the narrow hallway beyond. She barely made it three steps before the rapid knocking commenced once again. “Alright, alright! Shit,” she groaned, skidding over to the source and unlocking the door, making sure to leave the bolt in for now.

“Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m not market for any experimental dr-“ Jessie stopped speaking as soon as the door opened just enough to reveal the person beyond its bounds, “-oh… hey, Mrs. Brikstole?”

Standing hardly an inch from the formerly closed door, a short, severe looking woman glared through the vertical gap into the apartment. Her beady eyes meticulously dragging their way from point to point, before firing the young blonde a scathing look as she pushed into the door, only to bounce backwards. Jessie assumed she’d expected it to open on demand, given the snarling shock now stretched across her face.

“Why is your door locked?!” She snapped.

“Erm… I’m sorry, wha-“

“You do know I own this building? I could have you out on the street in an instant if I wanted?”

Jessie merely blinked exhaustively, scratching her head as she stood still, bemused at the unfolding scene. “Can I help, Mrs. Brikstole?”

The woman’s face contorted unpleasantly, trying in vain to craft some sickening smirk, almost as if the woman was trying to mimic some emotion that appeared completely foreign to her. “Well, you can start by opening this door, you brat!”

Leaning back and out of the brash visitor’s eyesight, the young woman rolled her eyes, taking a moment for a single short breath before quickly snapping the bolt back, allowing the door to swing freely and permit entry inside. Jessie herself took a few steps back and presented the relatively tidy hallway with an exaggerated twist of her toned body, as if introducing an eager family to some flamboyant carnival.

The older woman just pushed straight past her, tutting as she trundled her way down the corridor and turned into the kitchen. Jessie frowned, pushing the door shut with her heel as she made to follow the unexpected guest. Casting her eyes down, she still couldn’t believe the old twat didn’t leave a trail of slime wherever she traveled.

Unsurprisingly, to the tenant at least, the older woman was already trawling through the kitchen cupboards by the time Jessie reached the threshold, glass in hand and searching for something with which to fill it. The blonde on the other hand just didn’t have the energy for this shit today. Standing in the doorway and speaking above the rattling commotion. “Is there something I can help with?”

“Gosh, where is it you keep your bottles?” The scavenging woman offered up as she scrambled about, not turning to address Jessie.

Face unmoving, Jessie resigned to letting her eyes to convey the rapid disassociation she began to experience.

“Huh?”

“Your wine, brat. Where is it? I’m parched.”

“Mrs. Brikstole, Kim and I don’t drink. I did mention it when we originally moved in,” with Jessie adding under her breath, “and every other time you’ve slithered in here…”

Finally coming to a stop, the woman turned around and carelessly tossed the glass aside past her shoulder, letting it ping into the sink. Jessie winced, conscious that was another delay to her schedule.

“You lot, honestly. I’ll never understand why I even bother to let you live here. The worst tenants I’ve ever had.”

Of course Jessie could think of a few reasons, but decided they were better kept to herself. Not wanting to rile the hag up anymore than she already seemed to be. “Yeah, very sorry about that. Now, was there something I could help you with?” Jessie rubbed her eyes as she spoke, trying to dislodge the exhaustion from her face.

She didn’t see, but certainly heard another spiked tut from across the room. It appeared her landlady was only capable of responses in the fashion of the bugs she so resembled.

“Why was your rent late this month?”

Jessie had to pause for a moment at this. Trying her best to decipher the baffling question now posed to her. “…erm, it wasn’t..?”

“I told you last time. I wanted it in before the twentieth. Without fail. No ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ or ‘buts’.” Her tone remained prickly, yet still just about keeping a lid on things.

“Well, I’m sorry Mrs. Brikstole, but, legally speaking, rent isn’t due until the last day of each month, which we were days ahead of,” Jessie reasoned back, still very much caught off guard by the lunacy with which she was now faced. “And anyway, Kim and I don’t get paid till a couple days after the twentieth, so we couldn’t pay before then even if we wanted to.”

Although she felt like she was being more than reasonable, and even courteous, in her retorts, Jessie was getting the distinct feeling that her words fell upon deaf ears. An assumption confirmed almost immediately after she’d considered it.

“How dare you. I cannot believe this!” The older woman’s eyes seemed to be forcing their way out of her skull as she stamped around the kitchen counter and began to invade Jessie’s personal space, prodding up with her index finger all the while. “I give you a place to live. A roof over your ungrateful heads. And this is how you repay me?!”

The whole fiasco didn’t bother the blonde all that much, not being one to intimidate easily, especially given she stood a good head’s height above the unpleasant entity. “Well, it might comes as a surprise, but we actually do just, you know, pay you to live here, Susan, so…”

It seemed impossible, but somehow the irate woman was getting even more furious with every passing second. Like a child frantically chucking its toys from a pram. She was still doing her best to elicit some kind of fear from the young tenant, but Jessie wasn’t much for backing down. Not only reliably apathetic to a fault, but also possessing the physical conditioning to stand her ground, were things to get ugly. Not that she expected anything of the sort from Susan, of all people.

“That’s it, I’ve had up to here with you two!”

She gestured with her flailing arms to emphasise her point. Then rummaging around in her designer handbag, Mrs. Brikstole seemed to be looking for something.

Jessie just stood where she was, eying up the clock nervously. She’d meant to leave for the gym not minutes before this harassment had begun, and was now considerably late. Huffing, she scuffed at the tiles with her trainers, knowing little could be done at this point.

“I should’ve done this months ago!” The older woman continued, beyond Jessie’s concern, now drawing her phone from within the bag, as if it were some legendary weapon. Looking once more, Jessie grimaced, noticing the absolutely garish case that adorned the mobile. Bright green, laced with a horribly considered checked pattern.

“You should’ve replaced that case months ago, if you ask me.”r32;r32;r32;But she went unheard. “My husband will hear about this, and we’ll have you out of here in days!”

She was now fiddling around with the phone, scrambling to unlock it and enact her justice, however struggling with even that. Just watching this unfold was almost as painful as the prospect of getting thrown out, Jessie thought to herself. But finally did offer to interject, not entirely keen on apartment hunting again so soon.r32;r32;

“Come on, Mrs. Brikstole, don’t be like th-“

“Nope! You’ve had your chance,” she wittered, still tussling with her technology. “Too late for begging now, brat.”r32;r32;r32;And then, taking a step back, Jessie noticed something.

It wasn’t obvious at first, but seemed to explain why the woman seemed to be struggling quite so much.

As the seconds ticked on, the source of the vile woman’s issues presented itself more and more blatantly. The phone was too big for her hands. Or, more accurately, her hands were too small for the phone. More so with each passing moment.

“Erm… Mrs. Brikstole…” Jessie murmured, taking a couple more steps back.

But the woman was too far gone, not even looking up. “-oh you’ll be sorry! You’ll see!”

Jessie already towered over her superior, even when she’d first entered the flat. But now, that fact was getting downright farcical. Where she’d once been level with Jessie’s collar, Mrs. Brikstole hardly reached her restrained bosom.

“Earth to Susannn?” Jessie sang, holding back a slight giggle as the woman finally turned to her.

“What is… it…” She began fiercely, only for all the colour to drain from her face as she whimpered the last word.

All she could was stare and quiver.

An unbecoming look of utter fear having now consumed the formerly rampaging bitch. Her snarling, gnashing demeanour replaced by little more than meek, pleading stare. Silently embracing the reality of what was happening to her, in real time. And Jessie was loving every single second of it, not even trying to hide her smugness. Watching on rapturously as her landlady quite literally shrank before her crystalline eyes.

“Damn. Guess we’ll be staying here after all then, huh?”

Susan ’s helpless stare started to contort, the newly situated dwarf looking ready to explode in both rage and misery. She was now hardly scraping three foot tall as she drifted below Jessie’s hips and yet further towards the polished tiles below. Of course neither her apparel nor accessories were diminishing with her, so the humiliation of it all only amplified as she got closer to the ground. Breezing past two feet, then to one foot, and finally settling at little more than a few inches in height.

The once violently unpleasant woman now stood totally still, shivering and humiliated, surrounded in a torrent of her own apparel. Susan tried to cover herself up, but it did little good, especially as her vision raised and locked eyes with the only witness to her predicament.

“How’s the view, shorty?”

The tiny woman trembled at the sight and sound of the newly empowered giantess that began to strategically stomp towards her. With not only the ground, but her very being beginning to shake as she moved. “P-please, I… I…”r32;r32;r32;“Eh? Sorry, what’s that?” Jessie cupped her hand to her ear and turned to the side, pretending to better comprehend the terrified squeak of a voice coming from far beneath her. “Speak up, you’re a little… well, small.”

Susan looked hollowed out. All that bravado and superiority having been sucked away in less than a minute. Leaving her a helpless, hopeless wreck, now at the mercy of the young adult looming over her. “I… I didn’t mean what I said b-before…”

“Sorry, still can’t quite hear you. Hold on,” the giantess boomed, hastily bending down and snatching up the doll-sized woman as if she was nothing more than a wayward toy. Of course, the little landlady howled as the enormous palm collided with her, fingers coiling themselves about her person, but Jessie paid her little mind.

“Look, I’d really love to hang around here and chat more. I’m sure you’ve got lots of important things to say, but I’m already super late for the gym, so we’ll have to save that until I’m back, okay?”

“No! No, wait!” Susan bleated out, panicked and weary. Not wanting to be left alone in her new predicament. “Please don’t leave me here. You have to help me…”

“Well duh, of course I’m not gonna fucking leave you here. How stupid do I look? God knows what chaos you’d inflict on our place at this size. Though, it’s a strong no on the second point,” she stated callously, flashing the tiny woman a retributive look. “What was it you said before? ‘Too late for begging now, brat’?”

The previous humility and fear shown by the little nuisance contorted, flashing back to the earlier display of rampant anger. It was astounding just how recklessly the tiny woman’s emotions seemed to bounce from one state to another. Watching this, Jessie thought she probably would’ve been caught off guard by this, were it not for the fact that any impact was severely lessened given the woman’s now grape sized face.

“Mhm, yeah? Well… that,” the blonde added, broadening her smirk somewhat.

But before Susan’s petite rage could unleash, Jessie casually reached her arm around and deposited her landlady into the tight pocket upon the rear of her spandex. Instantly silencing any rebellion that could’ve come from the woman with the snap of the lycra. 

Without further thought, the young woman dashed over to her bedroom and snatched up the black, gym satchel waiting for her. Slinging it over her shoulder with a swift heave and casting back into the kitchen. Landing hard with her trainered feet as she came to a stop. Looking down at the floor.

Jessie wondered for a few moments whether she ought to tidy away the discarded clothes and bag. She wasn’t expecting any visitors and she doubted Kim would be back before she was, but still, it played upon her scattered mind a second. However, that consideration was swiftly brushed aside by the playful movements she felt against her sizeable right cheek. Although she couldn't see, she very much imagined the state of poor woman. Probably stretched silly against her backside.

Meanwhile, formlessly plastered against the gargantuan glute, Susan was clawing against the tight material, searching desperately for some reprieve or escape or hope in the darkness of her new position. She noted, even through her scrambled whimpers, just how interminably soft and, for now, remarkably clean smelling everything was. But there was no way that would last.

“Right, c’mon let’s get out of here,” she began, heading to the exit, still addressing her ass. “Bet it’s been a while since you last hit cardio, huh? You sounded out of breath just fucking up our kitchen.”

Jessie swept open the door and slipped around it as she fumbled for her keys.

r32;

“Don’t worry. I’ll get us both sweating.”

The door slammed shut. Leaving the apartment in a temporary, merciful silence.

—————

Several hours later, the same apartment complex became occupied once again.

An exhausted looking, smartly dressed redhead clacked her way up the building’s bland stairwell. Polished heels snapping from one step to another, each time planting flat and steadily, so as not to send herself drifting forwards to wind up with her jaw wrapped around the next stair up. And with every subsequent lifting and lowering of her legs, the neatly hemmed edge of her trousers skated across the lip of her heels, faintly concealing her bare skin beneath.

Eventually she reached the top, bustling along the empty corridor and fumbling inside a blazer pocket, causing much rustling and jangling from within. Her keys soon emerged and once she’d reached the apartment door she sought, Kimberley slipped inside and snapped the wooden brace shut behind her. Instantly falling back against the door and letting out a deep sigh, as her head knocked against the frame.

She looked quite tall, slim but not malnourished, and remarkably collected for someone in their earlier twenties. Holding herself steadily and maintaining an aura of professionalism even isolated with her own company. Her eyes were sharp yet dull, and the little makeup she wore did little to enhance her features.

“Jesssssss! You home?!” She called out, receiving no reply.

Sighing once more, she rested there for a further minute, assuming her roommate must’ve still been at the gym, a little longer than normal. Yet she was so wrapped within her own thoughts, Kimberley failed to catch the low rumbling to her rear. Only when she finally caught the sound of keys being shoved into the open lock, did her eyes shoot open as she practically threw herself away from the door, stumbling forwards and colliding with the wall as she launched.

Milliseconds later, the door swung open and pancaked into the entryway, which would’ve almost certainly flattened the redhead had she spend any longer against it.

Turning around, eyes still wide, Kimberley watched a familiar blonde beam upon crossing the threshold. Her white trainers squeaking against the floor as she moved.

“Eyyy, Kimi!” Jessie exclaimed brightly, sweeping forwards and snapping her arms around the panting girl, not before kicking the door shut behind her. “I thought I saw your car outside.”

“Jess… you really need to be more careful with that door,” the embraced girl said, still gathering herself.

The shorter blonde looked slightly puzzled at this, turning over her shoulder, then back to Kimberley’s beleaguered expression, and then back to the door again. Jessie smirked, now putting two and two together. “Wait, don’t tell me you were vibing against the door again?”

“Take a wild guess.”

Jessie finally released her roommate, but only to guffaw wildly and land beside the redhead, with her own back against the wall. She vibrated heartily as she chuckled.

Kimberley watched on, a little repulsed at the excess sweat that had just been pasted onto her work attire. It was clear Jessie come straight from the gym, having skipped a shower, but the taller of the two couldn’t help but notice how her partner’s bare skin seeming to be sticking to the fading plaster as she bounced back and forth. Her whole, rounded face was glistening.

“Well, I was actually gonna make a sandwich, but I didn’t mean for you to be my filling, Kimi. Honest,” Jessie wheezed, snatching at what little composure she could muster.

Kimberley merely rolled her eyes, motioning towards the kitchen before entering and leaving the blonde to calm herself down. Although, she was unable to resist catching the briefest of glances at Jessie firm backside as she passed, along with the mildest of stains it was leaving against the cream surface. Must’ve been a pretty intense session, she though to herself.

“Woah, the fuck? Jess, what is this?”

Jessie poked her head around the corner following the question, still struggling to wipe the mirth from her face. “What’s what? The kitchen? Ahh, that’s been here for a while.”

Kimberley regretted having even bothered, refusing to play into Jessie’s blatant sarcasm.

“No, this!” She pointed down at the pile of messy clothes and random detritus that now littered one side of the previously impeccable floor. Before adding, appropriate to the response she’d originally received, “-you ass.”

“Ah…” Jessie followed up, now slinking into the room. “Yeah… I meant to tell you. Susan actually… erm, popped by earlier.”

“And what? She decided to strip for you?”

Jessie chuckled a little too much at this. “Well… yeah. Kinda?”

Kimberley smiled spuriously at her roommate, quite clearly aware she was missing something.

“Look, it’ll be more fun to show ya,” the sweaty blonde replied, leaning forwards and grasping the pale hand of her roommate, who winced at the sticky sensation. “Come on, follow the leader.”

Jessie then whisked Kimberley from the kitchen and span her into the opposite room, that being their modest lounge area. Complete with couch, tv, and various other cosy fixtures. It was quite tidy, but still very lived-in.

“Sit,” Jessie said, neatly patting the cushion beside her after violently crashing down onto the sofa.

“Urgh, Jess, not on there. You’re still dripping. I can literally see,” she groaned, pointing down at the young woman’s palm imprinting against the cushion. “Can’t you just shower first? Like, I can wait.”

“No can do, I’m afraid. It’d ruin the surprise,” Jessie shook her head firmly, still patting the space beside her and smiling. “Just sit. Trust me.”

Eyes rolling, Kimberley was unable to deny that smile for very long, before tentatively lowering herself down beside her roommate, grimacing a little as she obscured the handprint with her own skirted rear-end. But no sooner had she settled into place, were two shining, bronzed legs thrown up onto her lap, splattering her skirt with an additionally showering of Jessie’s perspiration.

“Fuck, Jess! I need to wear this tomorrow!”

“Hey, stop being so dramatic. I can clean it,” she teased, still toting a brazen smile.

Kimberley groaned again, hovering her hands above the sticky limbs, unsure what to do with them. God knows she didn’t want to touch anymore of Jessie’s sweat than she had to. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

The eager blonde flicked her matted hair past her shoulder, pouting across at her frustrated leg-rest. “Just wait till you see what else I am…”

Not for the first time since returning home, Kimberley looked at Jessie in bemusement, but was past the point of bothering to solve her cryptic behaviour. Her pale hands relented and came to rest upon the golden shins atop her thighs, still writhing slightly as the office girl felt the nasty sensations she’d known were coming.

“Right, just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take my shoes off,” Jessie replied cooly.

“Get fucked.”

“Later. But shoes first,” she said, now bouncing her legs upon the redhead’s lap.

Kimberley’s face was impenetrable. She couldn’t have looked any less enthused, as if Jessie just told her to leap from the window. “I’m not taking your shoes off, Jess.”

“Come onnnnnnn. They’re not even that bad,” she cooed, flexing her feet around, only to undercut her hollow claim with several grim squelches from within the abused trainers. “Okay, bad. But not thattttt bad.”

“I can literally see your ankles. You didn’t wear socks, did you?”

Jessie shook her head proudly. “Look, just do it, and I swearrrr, I’ll make it up to you later. I swear it on the knowledge that this room might need fumigating after we’re done.”

Kimberley raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. “Fine, but we’re doing anything and everything I want this evening. Right?”

Jessie nodded silently, still wiggling her feet excitedly. And finally, Kimberley mellowed, matching the blonde’s smile, admittedly in a far more devilish fashion. “Better hope you’ve gotten better at holding your breath then…”

Jessie’s smile wavered ever so slightly at the last comment, her eyes widening a little in turn, so much so that Kimberley could’ve sworn she heard something akin to a nervous gulp from her partner. At least she’d made a strong impression on the girl last time.

Obediently, Kimberley began to unlace the first of the white trainers, however didn’t remove it until she’d also untied the knot upon the second. Partly for efficiency, but mainly given she want to spend as little time in the presence of Jessie’s notorious foot odour as she possibly could. The knowledge she’d have to endure even a second of it was unpleasant enough, let alone needing to unnecessarily extend that time.

Once both shoes were loosened, already starting to leak a bit of their sour fragrance into the wider room, Kimberley grasped the heels of both trainers and then tugged sharply, pulling each from its foot with a swift pop. Once free, both shoes tumbled from her hands and dropped down to the floor below.

“Ahhhhhh, that’s the stuff…” Jessie purred, indulging in the cool air that swept around her unleashed toes. They were unpainted, yet still nicely maintained, along with the rest of her amber foot. Meanwhile, her other half said very little, intent on inhaling on when absolutely necessary. Even without taking a breath, Kimberley was certain the air about her had gotten a little heavier in the aftermath of Jessie’s footwear emptying. Like that was any surprise.

“…can I go now?” The redhead whispered, still partially concentrating on limiting her breathing.

Jessie just giggled, her cheeks reddening as the thought of what came next drifted into her mind. “Hmm, not yet. You haven’t even said hello to Susan. So come on, don’t be rude.”

Kimberley squinted at the relaxed blonde, catching the slightest bit of stink and shuddering. Even after years together, the full force of Jessie’s foot aroma could still send her reeling. But even still, she felt her eyes drawn back down to those very feet as they shifted upon her lap. One foot crossing itself over the other and baring Jessie’s steamy, right-sided sole in Kimberley’s direction.

The sight caused her eyes to flash as her hand snapped to her mouth, accidentally pasting a bit of sweat onto her upper lip. Subsequently losing a grip on her composure, Kimberley gasped. And then instantly spluttered for air.

Amused, Jessie could already feel what her partner had just witnessed, but eagerly desired the chance at a look for herself, so hastily bent one knee up and balanced the occupied foot upon its apex.

Glued to her positively foul foot was a familiar tiny, nude woman. Skin almost as crimson as the expansive sole surrounding her, and undoubtedly just as smelly. Her arms and legs splayed out wide across the surface of the her foot, whilst the woman’s face was brutally compressed into the malleable flesh upon the ball of the foot. Jessie thought it looked as if she was giving the world’s sweatiest hug.

Finally getting her coughing under control, Kimberley just about managed to stabilise herself, partially due to the incredibly shallow breaths she was now taking. “Jess… tell me that’s not…”

“You can pretend it isn’t, if that makes you feel any better?”

The redhead snuck another hesitant look at the blonde’s slimy foot, only to feel a chill run down her spine as she imagined what the tiny woman’s last few hours must’ve been like. Jessie had been a gym nut for as long as Kimberley had known her, and one that seemed incapable of taking a workout lightly.  “It doesn’t.”

“I dunno why you care. She was gonna kick us out anyways,” Jessie trailed off, starting to play with her foot absentmindedly.

“She, what?”

“Oh yeah. Only reason she showed up here,” Jessie continued. “Banging on the door, barging in, searching through the kitchen.”

“Looking for wine?”

“What else? And then she got in a fuss, starting ranting, shouting, threatening to call her dearest husband, and then, poof,” Jessie added a flourish with her hands. “Bitch shrinks right down.”r32;

Kimberley still looked quite suspicious, knowing far better than to take Jessie at her word in any situation where the latter might be at fault. But still, it seemed plausible enough to her, at least for now. Or maybe her mind was just struggling to keep up in the odorous room in which she currently sat.

“Must’ve had that recent virus, or whatever,” Jessie said, still greatly enjoying the woman who appeared as little more than a plaything to the gargantuan girl. Who added, in a spitefully childish tone, sharply prodding Susan’s exposed back, “…the poor widdle fing…”

“So, she shrinks, and your first thought was to wear her to the gym? Not, I don’t know, call her husband, or the police, or something?”

“Oh yeah, great idea! I forgot you were that keen to go flat hunting again so soon!” The blonde said, looking dryly at Kimberley. “Let me go and grab her phone real quick actually, and she can tell her hubby all about the wonderful afternoon we’ve just had together. One hell of a bonding experience, huh Suzie?”

Jessie shook her foot, releasing a symphony of sticky sounds, intermixed with a fair few hardly audible moans.

“Before you shoved her in your sweaty fucking shoe, you dolt,” Kimberley retorted, now a little more acclimatised to the putrid aroma that still swirled about them.

“She was gonna kick us out before she got wormified. I just… removed that option. And no, it wasn’t my first though. It was my third. First, pocket. Second, buns. Third, trainers.”

Shaking her head, Kimberley looked thoroughly resigned to the current situation. It might’ve worried her something fierce, being keenly aware of the consequences of harbouring an unregistered, diminished person, but all the same, she couldn’t say she was exactly sad to see the justice her roommate had dealt out. Something that appeared to show upon her sharpened features, going by Jessie’s watchful response.

“Yeahhhh, knew you’d come around, Kimi. You always do!”

“Only because we out of options. Notifying anyone now would only get us in more trouble. So we’ll just have to hope no one knew she was coming here.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be fine. Just need to clean up her stuff in a bit, is all. Her man’ll probably think she’s cheated on him, anyways.”

“Traded him in for a younger model,” Kimberley reasoned.

“…which she has,” Jessie said, winking as she gave Susan form another sharp poke into her youthful sole, sticking her tongue out at her smartly dressed counterpart.

Rolling her eyes for what seemed the hundredth time since she returned home, Kimberley hopped up to her feet, wobbling slightly on the sudden requirement of her fragile footwear. “Right, I’ll sort the mess and you… peel her off,” she muttered, turning to exit, adding, “and please, put your shoes back on, Jess. For my sake, if nothing else.”

“Ewwww, no way! I’ll take her off, but I am not putting those things back on. They stink.”

Now Kimberley moved to leave the room, her journey scored by the horrible sounds of tormented whimpers and moistened flesh being peeled apart. She could hear Mrs. Brikstole’s pitiable pleading mixed with the vile sounds Jessie’s sweaty appendage replied with, along with many a good-humoured tease from the giant girl whose stinky foot had utterly humbled the power-crazed parasite. But before she could reach the door, Kimberley was stopped in her tracks by that same voice.

“Kimiiiiii…” Jessie sang, smiling and flashing her eyelashes innocently.

Closing her eyes and hiding a smile, she turned around and faced the seated blonde, who now held the soaking, miserable landlady between her fingers as one might’ve clutched at a used bandage.r32;r32;r32;“Whatttttt?” The redhead replied, uncannily aping her partner’s sickeningly sweet tone.

“How’re your heels…? Especially after such a looooong day?”

“…they’re… tight…” She said, eyes narrowing.

r32;“Mmmm, and your feet?”

Kimberley knew where this was headed.

“…sore…”

“Mmmm?”

“…tired…”

“Mmmmmmm?”

“…”

“…lonely?” Jessie posited coyly, now raising up the dangling woman, still held between her fingertips.

Although she was still reeling from her annihilation within Jessie’s noxious trainer, Susan looked surprisingly cogent. Her frantic eyes darting back and forth between the two girls, following along and realising the nature of their discussion just a fraction too late.

“…very.” Kimberley replied with an icy smile.

“No, no, no, no- Wait! WAIT!” The minuscule woman began to splutter out, still hanging by her hair and watching in horror as the giant redhead took her seat once again. Crossing one leg over the other and carefully reaching down to her elevated, right-sided heel. The black leather was polished, clean and pristine, but there was no way the insides matched that exterior.

The giant girls both ignored her, too focused on the game at hand.

“Well, I think I’ve got just the solution, hun,” the blonde said. “My own personal home remedy, don’t ya know?”

“Oh?” Kimberley feigned surprise, maintaining the ruse of her own naivety.

“Finest foot service this side of the Atlantic, I’ll have you know. And very rare indeed.”

Susan was flailing around violently, trying to claw at Jessie finger, if not tear her scalp from from the hair which permitted her subjugation.

“You fucking brats! I’m a person, not a fucking toy! Or a shoe! Or a-“

Susan’s anguished yells were hastily silenced as Jessie turned her hand and rested the soft centre of her thumb over the woman’s face, muffling her with ease.

“Well, fancy a trial, my dear?”

“Ohhhh, if you insist…” Kimberley drawled, barely containing her laughter now, astonished Jess had managed to keep her own straight face.

With a concerted effort, the redhead gripped the thin heel of her shoe and drew it free. The withdrawal of her long, pale foot matched the grim sounds her blonde confidant’s own shoes had made upon removal. Perhaps not quite as wet sounding, but still permitting a ghastly amount of near-visible steam to burst from within.

Kimberley’s beautiful foot slipped free and bared in the warm, afternoon light. High arch and pale skin of particular note, along with her red-tipped toes, each wriggling as the foot moved back down, crossing over her leg once again as the vacant heel was handed off. Jessie snatched it greedily and strategically began to slide the landlady inside the unpleasant office shoe. Still keeping her thumb in place to smother its victim. However, once Susan rested against the length of the crimson insole, stained all over by the evidence of Kimberley’s dedicated work ethic, Jessie removed her thumb and finished off the performance.

“Ready for part two, little Suzie?” She cooed, still brandishing her sickening smile.

The incredibly irate and empty looking woman appeared to have attempted a response, only be punched in the lungs by the fresh odour to which she was subjected. Wheezing and gagging as she rolled about on the incline.

“Ohhh, come on. Don’t be so sour,” Kimberley joined in, appearing just as eager as her partner now, taking the shoe back from Jessie and lowering towards her waiting foot. “Look, there’s a bright side to your new accommodation…”r32;r32;r32;She paused for a fraction of a second, keeping all involved in a tentative suspense, until she was sure the woman was listening. Both pairs of eyes colliding. Two harrowed, two devious.

“…we won’t even make you pay rent.”

And without another word, Kimberley slipped her foot back into the heel and flattened the woman within. Smothering Susan’s whole being with nothing more than her moistened sole. She let out a contented sigh as she felt every inch of the woman sink into her foot, cushioning it perfectly. Meanwhile, Jessie just watched on, shaking her head in total disbelief.

“Fuck. Why didn’t I think of that line?”

“Phew… scorcher…”

Plodding inside her vacant bedroom via the open door, the haughty blonde stopped abruptly once over the threshold, letting out a prolonged sigh. Her arms hung down low beside her ample hips as she stood there for a moment, drinking in the coolness of her conditioned abode. She allowed her rose satchel to slide over the ripple of her shoulder, passing her bicep and quickly crashing down onto the carpet beside her feet.

Alice picked at the hem of her skirt for a moment, raising up her opposite hand to scratch an itch near the base of her skull. Her long, blonde hair scampered aside to allow her hand passage beneath its considerable mass. Once the urge had been satisfied, she casually swung her leg out and lazily kicked the door shut behind her. The bang was a little louder and more forceful than she might’ve intended, but she knew her mother wouldn’t bother to comment on it.

Shuffling over to her bed, situated against the far wall of her room, Alice hardly made it to the edge before tumbling down, face first. Promptly burying herself within the welcoming fabric dunes. Her legs kicked up and dangling over the edge of her bed, leaving her pale calves and concealed feet to hang above the floor below. 

It was a good few minutes before she moved again. And even then, it was only to slide her arms between her chest and the mattress beneath, propping herself up upon her forearms just enough to turn and peer down the length of her uniform. Her soft features sharpening in an instant as she glared downward.

“God, how can I still hear you two?” She huffed, staring with what could only be a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “Nine hours. Nine fucking hours, and you’re still at this shit.” 

She rolled over quite nimbly for one so weary, rising up into a sitting position with her legs still hanging above the floor, shoes now grazing and kicking at the discoloured carpet. “Next time, I’m gonna fix you so tight, you’ll be lucky if you don’t pop.” 

Moving one foot in-front of the other and pressing the tip of the latter into the heel of the former, Alice heard the leather squeal as she slipped off the first shoe, allowing it to slide from her glistening foot with a subdued pop. She then repeated the process with the second, leaving each to drop neatly below her. Their wide, leathery maws shimmered as they exhaled the girl’s remarkable heat back up at her. 

“You bitches really don’t know when to give it a rest, huh?” She said, giving each foot a violent shake. “And don’t you dare tell me it’s the smell again. Swear to christ, I’ll flip.” 

Carefully examining the tops of her pretty, glacially-tipped feet, Alice’s face softened a little at their presence. Her frustration slipping into admiration as she admired her genetics, as well as her considerable handiwork. Both were naturally a little bronzed, reddening around the edges slightly after a prolonged day of much movement and humidity. This seemed particularly true around the edges or between her toes. However, fascinating as this was, the real entertainment came from the fastened rings resting atop the bridge of each foot. Along with the five bindings that extended forth from each of them, disappearing beneath the edges of her skin, down towards her soles. Alice was unable to stop herself from grinning manically.

Two of the metallic wires stretched down to her ankles, vanishing down below her heel, whilst a single thread strung up to her toes, slipping neatly between the second and third of her length digits. Finally, the remaining two wires split out against either sides of her feet, one to her instep and the other on its outer counterpart. With each one ending in a tiny, polished cuff attached to a tiny, jiggling wrist. 

“Awww, are nasty Alice’s mean feetsies too stinky, hmm?” She simpered mockingly, before dropping back into her normal vocal range. “Grow up, losers. Count yourselves lucky I didn’t have you for that heatwave last month.” 

She appeared to visually recoil at her own memory. “Urgh, swear those knee-highs are never gonna dry out.” 

The barely visible wrists poking out from the sides of her vibrated back and forth a little now. Their owners seeming to try and muster some resistance against their bondage, only to be utterly ignored by the teen goddess. 

“Well, if it isn’t my smell...” she trailed off, tapping her chin as her emerald eyes rose up to the waistband of her monochrome skirt. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still sour over those two boys?” 

She giggled at this, feeling an extra bit of movement upon both her plush soles, their movement becoming even more voracious. “Hey, don’t blame me they were more keen to get to know my body than either of yours. Sounds like a you problem, honestly.” 

Absentmindedly, Alice’s right hand began to thumb at the hem of her heavy skirt, tentatively sliding beneath to the rear, almost instinctually. And it didn’t take long for her to feel each of her impressively sized, well-rounded cheeks, eager to burst out from beneath her modesty. 

It was something the nineteen year old wouldn’t have considered a year earlier, not even in the depths of her whispered fantasies. And yet now, going commando was something she actively relished. Not to be attempted lightly, of course, but it never failed to give her an indescribable sense of liberation. One that could hardly be matched by any of her devious indulgences. 

As she mused, her manicured finger began to tease around the top of her buns, past the string reaching up to her midsection and eventually beginning to drag down the length of their divide. She could feel dregs of her perspiration catch beneath her nail as her index descended, gradually peeling apart her sizeable cheeks. “Mmmm, don’t worry, ladies. I’ll check on them for you.” 

Soon enough, her finger met an all too familiar bump around the centre of her arse, delighting the girl and grafting an impromptu smirk upon her features. The tiny boy’s head was still resting neatly over her puckered exhaust, even after a whole day of movement and moisture, his face plugged up her pulsating anus. The rest of him, helplessly stretched out like a nude pencil, bound and yanked to fit comfortably between her sticky cheeks. 

Alice opted to give him a few soft taps before continuing on down, past the rest of his body. At his ankles, a thin bit of string clung to her nether regions for a few short, unbroken inches until a second pair of ankles were located. She grinned, drawing her hand back out and grasping the frontal lip of her skirt with her untainted hand. 

Lifting up, she rolled and bunched the fabric together, holding it tight to her toned abdomen, revealing the full extent of her bronzed legs and the dripping sex between them. 

Of course this wasn’t a regular concern for a girl like her, but keeping a tiny man bound and wedged up into her pussy for an entire day was almost guaranteed to provoke a bit of moisture. Especially when he began to struggle. 

Alice flicked the back of his head jovially, then gently grasping his hair and slowly pulling his head backwards and out of her, releasing his face from her snatch with a drawn-out squelch. A squelch that was no doubt heard by his fellow captives.

“Gosh, you’re fucking soaked,” she muttered, almost more to herself than the blinkered boy.

Looking down curiously, Alice watched tiny brunette stared up at her, panicked and gasping frantically as he was granted a merciful reprieve. His poor face was all wrinkled and pruned, dripping from her congealed juices. And his eyes seemed to struggle to stay open as the fluid seeped into his sight and crusted over his eyelids. To any bystander it’d be an unpleasant sight, grotesque even. But for the giant brat, such a view was quite the opposite. Though she doubted any of her current toys appeared all that different right now.

“Need a break, hun?” She cooed kindly, concealing her thrill momentarily. 

He nodded rapidly, almost sending his own face back between her lips with his unhinged zest. Alice pouted, patting his head softly, intentionally moving him closer to her sex once again. “Well I still need a little more help, so I can always swap you and my other little lad around for a bit...? Freshen things up, you know?” Then adding considerately, “Only if you’re struggling, of course…” 

The man eagerness drifted to conflict now, something the giant blonde enjoyed greatly, although she did her best not to show it. 

During this little back and forth, Alice had felt the slightest bit of pressure begin to build within her. First in her stomach, scored by a low rumble, before it rapidly began to move further south. She remained stoic, but felt as if she was quickly reaching an appropriate moment to make good use of it. Much to the certain misery of her tiny butt boy. 

“Are you sureeeee you don’t wanna...” she began, carefully leaning to the side and permitting a sudden, violent burst of scorching wind to squeal out around the edges of her unwilling rectal seal, “...trade places?” 

The sickening sound reached him almost immediately, with a diluted draft of searing scent following soon after. He frantically shook his head. 

“Well then... get back to it,” she said, dropping the warmth and shooting him a cold sneer. 

Alice kept a firm hold upon his head as she pressed him back where he belonged, deep into her soaking flesh. She could feel him shudder a little as he was engulfed once more, though not even close to the level of the writhing she was enjoying from between her cheeks. 

Nostrils flaring, the giant girl winced as she also caught the slightest whiff of her nasty fumes. Rolling her eyes, Alice shoved her skirt back down and whirled around, driving her hand down her rear and slamming her index right into the back of boy’s thrashing skull. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” She hissed, giving him a firm poke to emphasise each individual word, squeezing his head deeper inside her with each push, further muffling his choked noises. 

“If I catch another whiff of that. Even the slightest hint. I’ll have you on fucking P.E. duty for the rest of the month,” she said, still holding him tight to her sphincter. “Just you and every inch of my sweaty-ass body. How’s that sound, huh? Pretty fucking good?” 

He was still woefully battling his bondage, spurred on by the lasting effects of her recent release, but still managed to react instinctually to her threat, clearly trying hard not to move now. Anyone owned by Alice would be well acquainted with the severity of that threat. Something she knew full-well.

“I’ll even have your girl fill in for you whilst you’re away. So I’m sure she’ll thank you for that. Wonder if her pretty little face fits as neatly as yours, hmm?” 

Still holding him tightly, Alice’s lips curled, almost snarling as she clenched and forced another poisonous release to slam into the facial seal. Thoroughly steaming his puny face once again and causing the tiny body between her cheeks to vibrate furiously in response.

“Mmmm, and after every bit of gas she sucks down, I’ll slip you down next to her, so you can explain why she’s enjoying the privilege of being my little filter instead of you. Fucking worm.”

Her visible frustration only seemed to result in more pressure building up within her rancid bowels, apparently telegraphed by her stomach’s endless groaning. It’d be bothersome, if it weren’t exactly what she needed to emphasise her point. And so, leaning to the side, Alice performatively raised her right cheek off the sullied bedsheet and made extra sure to keep her merciless index directly upon the base of her boy’s head. Quickly, the frantic squirming began again in earnest, with the tiny clearly having worked out there was yet more horror to come.

Any screams could always be felt by the giantess, even with any sound being confined to the length of her colon. However, all became instantly silenced as the blonde unleashed again, using her free hand to push down against her stomach, ensuring the worse possible outcome. And what an onslaught she created.

The whole thing lasted for little over five seconds, but she knew her silent steamers felt a great deal longer than that to any on the receiving end. Onslaught was too light a word.

Alice peered nervously over her shoulder, having felt her cheeks actually shake, as she wondered to herself whether she’d not actually blown out his senses with that one. Brutal as her farts could be, she’d rarely had to forcefully hold a tiny so tight to her asshole just to prevent them from being literally launched out of bondage. However, to her surprise, Alice couldn’t smell a thing. Harsh as she’d been, his purpose had been served, and his resistance even seemed far more docile.

It was impossible for her to know, but a silent part of her sincerely hoped his mouth had been open at the time.

“God, those canteen salads go right through me…” With a look of disgust, Alice continued to rub her stomach as she withdrew her other hand from the sweaty crevice, leaving him alone to deal with any future bodily functions. Although, not before adding, “…and right into you, bitch boy!”

Permitting the rear of her skirt to drop back down, modesty unimpeded, her bounding attention gradually returned back to her original interest. That being her sole-bound companions who seemed to have spent the last few minutes struggling weakly as they’d strained to hear the ordeals of their violated partners.

“Sorry about that, you two. Boy troubles, you know how it is!” Alice giggled a little as she leant down and casually released the rings from the bridges of her feet. Instantly, the cables released their hold upon the limbs of each tiny.

The metallic restraints landed silently upon the carpeted floor, yet weren’t followed by the bodies they’d ensnared. Alice already knew what had happened, feeling both girls were still engulfed by her supple soles. She shook each foot several times until her former colleagues were freed, crashing onto the ground, taking a substantial amount of her sweat with them.

“Now then, how about we play a little game together? Just us three, no boys allowed?” Alice said smiling, planting her feet into the ground beside the two terrified girls. “And we’ll mix things up a little. If I win, it’ll be the boys taking the fall for it. But if you win, you’ll all get the night off!”

Of course it sounded too good to be true, but the looks of exhausted resignation upon each of the tiny girls spoke volumes.

“You’ve each got ten minutes alone with my feet. No more, no less. But you won’t be cleaning them. Nuh uh. No, I expect you to cram those little faces into these toes and sniffed yourselves senseless. If I’ve got two fucking limp dolls when the timer’s out, then congrats. You’ll get a night of reunion. But if even one of you’s clinging on by that time…” Alice, leant back now, shrugging a little as her lips pursed. “Well, your boys won’t thank you for it. I’ll say that much. Probably need to get the fumigators in here. Again.”

Neither girl looked at the other. Only focused on the task at hand, and the wriggling toes beside each of them. The hot, acrid stench they’d endured throughout the day proving intimidating as ever.

And so they crawled to their destinations, wordlessly. All as Alice watched on. Gleefully tapping at her phone as they shuffled into place, and then looked up. The giant blonde began to chuckle.

“Dunno what you’re waiting for. Timer’s started, losers!”

It wasn’t uncommon for some of the girls at Oakvale to find their tiny classmates in places they shouldn’t be. Either because some of the more sadistic students had deliberately placed them there for their own entertainment, or simply because the smaller students were notoriously foolish whenever their own safety was concerned.

Originally, the teachers and governors had tried to limit or prohibit dangerous practices where possible but quickly found that impossible. So instead, they enacted a policy that removed blame or liability from their students but also compensated the families when ‘accidents’ did happen. Which, in turn, gave rise to four main categories of students:

There were those dubbed, the Careless. Unbothered by their tiny colleagues, so never really seeking them out but also never going out of their way to avoid causing them harm either. If a tiny classmate made the mistake of veering into their path as they walked down a hallway, they would never redirect their footsteps to avoid crushing them into a fine paste.

Then there were the girls dubbed, the Sadists. Enamoured with any tinies they could get their hands out, outside of the view of the teachers that genuinely bothered to try and uphold tiny rights, and were always keen to maximise their captives’ suffering. Some did what they could to keep any tinies alive for as long as possible, whilst others were happy for them to expire so long as they got what they wanted from the tinies in their possession. Needless to say, anyone in this camp was avoided religiously by any tiny students.

Outside of them, there were also those dubbed, the Gentles. Contrary to most others, these students always did anything they could to help out the students they considered 'tiny friends'. Whether that was helping them to classes by letting them ride along in their pockets, or managing to liberate them from the possession of Sadists. Rare as that was. Without them present within the school, it would’ve been unlikely that any size-compromised student made it to the end of the year, even with their limited numbers.

And finally, there were the Bystanders. Named by the Sadists for their more passive attitude to the carnage that regularly unfolded around them. Similarly to the Careless, they were less invested in the cruelty occurring, however, unlike them, these students would happily get involved should the opportunity present itself or given enough peer pressure. They’d rarely seek it out and weren’t nearly as motivated by cruelty as the Sadists were, but still got a kick out of having a little fun with the tiny student population when the moment arose.

Some of the students had also set about categorising the teachers, but that mostly came down to two distinctions: those who followed the rules and tried to apprehend the girls causing tiny students grief, and those who didn't bother or just used any tiny students for their own amusement where they could get away with it.

But, when considering the way non-tiny students were looked at, it was safe to say that Alison was one of the Bystanders, both via her preferences and as identified by one of her close friends, Lily. Who herself was one of the most vocal Sadists in their year.

After an unusually long P.E. class, Alison and the rest of her form funnelled back into the changing rooms to get changed. Some freshened up with a shower or wash, whilst others neglected to do so, either unbothered by their sweat or because they knew they could put it to good use.

Dropping down onto the bench nearest her belongings, Alison swept her damp brown hair back over her shoulder and began to shimmy her shirt off and re-button up her white school shirt. Usually, she would’ve showered, but considering she had a match in a matter of hours, the brunette didn’t really see the point. And so she similarly shuffled out of her shorts and back into her skirt and school socks, which were black and navy respectively.

Across the room, she scanned a few of the other girls getting changed. Many were simply getting changed, whilst others sported a few tiny classmates adorned on their sweaty bodies after the intensive exercise they’d all just done. And a few of the girls were even posing with one another and brandishing their punished tinies in the process.

Naturally, Lily had both her arms raised and appeared to be taunting the two girls she’d had stuck against her since that morning. Neither of the tiny girls looked to be having a particularly nice time, plastered with so much sweat they seemed to be stuck without a need for the tape that’d been there at the start of P.E. an hour earlier. Though she was sure both knew better than to complain to their tormentress, considering how much worse the impish girl could make things for them.

She also spotted Harper fishing around in the back of her damp underwear. Probably trying to locate some wayward captive that’d slipped too deep between her massive cheeks. Harper seemed to spot Alison’s gaze as she fired off a cheeky wink in her direction as she continued to stretch out her panties. The brunette couldn’t help but blush just a little, having always had a bit of a girl crush on the flirty goth.

Finally, she sought out Clara, whose feet she could already smell from across the room, so Alison knew she must’ve had her trainers and socks off. And to no one’s surprise, the blonde was sat back and had both of her lengthy bare feet propped up on the edge of the bench beneath her. Spreading and flexing her visibly sweaty toes as a tiny victim hung from the space between each of them as if they'd been lynched by her stink. Not a single crevice was empty, and each one seemed to be so noxious that its captive remained motionless and so sticky that their faces didn’t unpeel even as Clara continued to stretch out her toes.

She looked like she was speaking to her tiny-toe prisoners, but Alison was too far away to hear what she had to say. Although she did see Lily start to laugh as she turned her head in the blonde’s direction, so clearly the rich brat was on good form today.

Alison watched her classmates for a couple of minutes before turning her attention back to herself and reaching down to fish out her loafers from beneath the bench. Slipping on the left without much thought and only pausing when she saw something hopping around inside her right shoe, just as her toes had moved to slide inside.

“What the fuck? Why are you in my shoe, you little pervert?”

Glowering down, Alison brought the shoe up to eye height and examined the tiny boy who was frantically jumping up and down on her well-worn insole. Waving his arms and trying to say something.

“P-Please! You’ve gotta get me out of here. Some crazy bitch threw me in when you lot all left, so I’ve been stuck here ever since!” He shouted up.

Alison cocked an eyebrow. “Wait, you’ve been in there for the whole hour we were doing P.E.?”

He nodded, slowing his incessant hopping.

Even without trying to inhale her stale shoe stink, Alison couldn’t help but catch a bit of a whiff as she addressed him.

“I guess you must be getting used to the smell in there then. And I’d hate to start depriving you now, so why don’t I freshen things up for you?”

His tiny eyes ballooned as he realised she wasn’t about to save him. Quite the opposite in fact. And so his jumping and yelling started up again.

“Wait! Just… just let me out of here! Please, you’ll neve—“

“Look. If you’re still hanging on in there by the time I get home, I’ll give you a little break, loser. But until then…”

Alison let the shoe drop out of her hand and back onto the floor, causing the tiny boy to float up into the air before smashing back into her insole. Only then did she catch Lily’s eager eyes watching her from the other side of the room. Both her arms now lowered back down with her captives hidden from sight. Her friend almost certainly had something to do with the boy in her shoe, Alison decided.

Creeping her socked toes back onto the rim of the flat, nearly obscuring the mouth of the shoe, she squinted down. And the brunette could just about hear the last pleas the tiny boy was making as her foot slipped inside.

“PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!! IT STINKS!! IT SMELLS SO FUCKING BAD!”

“Damn, that kinda sucks for you then, doesn’t it. If it legit smells that bad, then how about we see how long can you hold your breath?”

Pushing her foot inside the shoe, Alison felt him crumple and flatten into her sole. Separated from her still sticky flesh by the sock she’d been using for the last couple of days.

“My socks must stink kinda bad in there, right? P.E. was pretty brutal today, though I bet you could already smell that.” The muffled vibrations and frantic spasms against her sole spoke volumes. “Yeah, maybe next time pick literally any other day to perv around in my shoes, you tiny idiot.”

Lily really had picked the worst possible moment to send him into her shoes, hadn’t she? Then again, he could’ve been wheezing inside Harper’s boots or smothered up against Clara’s sole, so maybe getting trapped in her shoe was some small mercy after all.

In retrospect, perhaps it would’ve been a little more entertaining to chuck him inside her airing trainers, but then again, Alison did feel pretty good having him twitch and squirm down there. And so she got to her feet and packed up the rest of her sweaty gym clothes. Many of which would be in use again later, excluding her shirt and trainers, given her jersey and football boots were more appropriate for training.

Alison shimmied around Blake and swung open the locker room door, letting in a cool blast of air from the college corridor outside. And again, she spotted Lily’s eyes on her.

“What were you doing with your shoe, Ali?” Her friend asked, still getting changed. “D’ya find something in there?”

The brunette turned and stuck her tongue out, provoking a wry chuckle from her friend. Alison then stepped down hard on her right foot and walked out. Letting the door rattle shut behind her.

It was a bit of a trek to her next class, but she figured the boy probably wouldn’t burst from that alone. After all, those loafers were getting kinda old, so the smell would have the advantage of what would end him quickest. Assuming he was lucky enough to die before her long walk home pounded him into her insole.