Carrie opened the door to the outside of her house to be
immediately assaulted by the oppressive heat and humidity that seemed to be
commonplace these days. She quietly cursed the weather as she made her way to
the mailbox to collect another wave of disappointment: bills. While working as
a waitress at the local diner provided meager income, she could never get ahead
and travel the world as she dreamed. She was a hard-working 31-year-old with
soft blue eyes, and bright blonde hair. Though she was only 5’1”and 130 pounds,
she had a sizable bosom that frequently got in the way of her daily actions.
She stacked the multiple letters on the counter, grabbed her keys and headed to
work for another long day.

The diner was nothing to write home about. It was small,
smelled like burgers and old grease. There was an old radio in the corner that hummed
50’s music that always had a slight static crackle. The tile was black and
white checkerboard pattern that showed signs of wear and tear from years of
abuse. It was a place for locals primarily to remember yesteryear while
consuming foods that their doctors warned them about.

There was one thing that was different today: a new fellow
sitting in the corner booth with a milkshake and fries. He was focused on his
phone for almost his whole stay at the diner. He dressed differently than the
locals: wearing expensive jeans with a nice-fitted button down collared shirt.
Expensive branded glasses hung low over his eyes as he slurped the last bit of
his milkshake without even looking up from his phone. Carrie went to deliver
the receipt for the meal and noticed something small and black crawling near
the table. It was definitely a bug in her eyes- which wasn’t completely
uncommon in this particular diner.

“Ugh, gross” she thought to herself. Without even looking up
at the man in the corner, she lifted her foot up to exterminate the pest. She
was wearing her usual work uniform: a fitting t shirt with a picture of a
milkshake on it (that hung snugly to her breasts), some daisy duke jean shorts
that showed off her shapely legs, and a pair of old converse shoes that she
didn’t mind getting dirty at work. The bug seemed to stop on a dime as she made
the threatening gesture. She stomped her foot down on the helpless creature. An
audible crack indicated the creature’s fragile exoskeleton was crumpling under
her foot. Unconsciously, she pushed down on the ball of her foot, lifting her
heel, and slowly twisted back and forth- completely obliterating the tiny pest
in the process. She dragged her foot backwards leaving a smear of bug guts in
its trail. She looked up at the customer, who she expected to be focused on his
phone, but rather was staring down at her foot and the destruction it caused.

“I’m sorry you had to see that” Carrie says apologetically
trying to brush it off.

“No, its fine, these things happen at restaurants sometimes,
I used to work in the food industry years ago” he replied.

The two exchanged small talk and he gave her a $50 bill to
pay for his meal. She told him she was going to return with change, and he
simply told her to keep it. The tip was more than the meal itself, which
surprised Carrie. She blushed, thanked him, and he was on his way. She grabbed
a wad of napkins and cleaned up the crushed mess of the bug she has eliminated
prior.

Upon leaving work to her car, she noticed a note tucked
under her left windshield wiper. The note had a small business card in it with
a number on it. The note read:

“It was nice meeting you today. I am currently searching for
a model for various photo shoots, and I believe you are perfect for what my
clients are looking for. There will be compensation for each shoot you
complete. If you are interested, please contact me via the number provided in
the card. I will only be in town for one week”. -JT

She immediately dismissed the notion of modeling. She was
above average looks but couldn’t help but feel a little bit creeped out at the
manner in which he had approached her. She would never take a nude or scandalous
photo that could come back to haunt her- she thought to herself as she climbed
in her car. She inserted the key in the ignition of her car, and it roared to
life after a few strained attempts. She drove home to her humble house where
she saw the stack of bills waiting for her.

She sighed with contempt as she rifled through the bills,
each one with colorful and threatening red letters to signify their importance.
She reached in her purse to grab her checkbook and found the card with the note
from earlier. After going through her finances, she realized that she would be
short again this month. She sobbed quietly at the thought of the power going
off again and going through the process of collections. She glanced over at the
card, took out her cell phone and called the mysterious number. The phone rang two
times before someone picked up.

“Hello” she said shakenly. “I got your note on my car, and I’d
like more information.”

“Meet my team at 436 Everhollow road tomorrow to discuss
details tomorrow at 0800”

The phone hung up. That was it, no fanfare, no exciting
offer of a pyramid scheme to buy in. Just a meeting time and place. She
showered off the day and went to bed, unsure if she was going to go through with
the potential shoot.

Carrie awoke to her usual alarm, got dressed, and made her
way to the kitchen to have coffee and a bagel for breakfast. She was wearing
comfortable clothes as it was her day off. She donned a rock band tank top that
showed her generous bust, tight yoga pants, and was barefoot. Looking around,
she saw the picture of the Eiffel tower in France that served as her source of
motivation to keep at the grind. She always dreamed of breakfast at a café
overlooking the Eiffel tower since she was a little girl. She always told
herself that her time would come, and that she would one day get to actualize
those dreams, but something always came in the way. College expenses for a
degree that she would never use, car payments, repairs for the car, and rent
always kept her from reaching her dreams. She decided internally that she was
going to do one shoot to put some money aside so she could start saving for her
trip (after bills were paid of course). She grabbed her keys, slipped on her
favorite flip flops, and headed off to the address that she wrote down from her
phone call last night.

This house was on the other end of town and was surrounded
by a lush banquet of trees and foliage, complete with a long gravel driveway.
She quickly texted her friend Amanda to notify her of the address in case she
became on the missing persons list as she was getting more nervous the closer
she got to the house. She shut off the engine and walked up to the door,
ringing the doorbell. She was greeted by the same man as before who seemed glad
to see her. He gestured for her to come inside and the door quietly creaked
closed behind her.

There was nothing particularly off about the house. Standard
sofa and living room with a TV in the corner. Various pictures on the wall of
mountains, birds, and beaches. She followed the man to the dining room where
there was a couple of plastic containers sitting on the wooden table with
studio lighting.

“Thank you for coming” the man said. “Please have a seat”

Carrie sat in one of the wooden chairs at the head of the
table.

There were two others seated at the table beside the man
from earlier. A college aged girl who was wearing dark lipstick, black hair in
a ponytail with bangs, many piercings, and had arms covered in tattoos. She
smiled at Carrie as she took her seat.

“I’m Samantha, but you can just call me Sam” she said
excitedly. I run the cameras and lighting around here.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Carrie”

Sam asked, “Would you like some water before we get
started?”

“No thanks, I’m fine” Carrie replied.

The man from the diner finally introduced himself. “You can
call me JT and I’m sure you’re interested in some details. I make unique custom
videos for a variety of clients that are interested in interactions with a
shrunken person.”

Carrie did not expect those words to come out of his mouth
at all. She swallowed her spit and asked, “Shrunken person?”

“Yes” he replied. “It is safer for you to know that and nothing
more regarding the mechanisms of shrinking people”.

“Now, I know that is a lot to take in, but this is an area
that can be quite lucrative if you play your cards right.” He spoke. “I have a
client that is willing to pay you $500 to simply place the shrunken man in your
cleavage. Plenty more cash for more interactions.” With that he took out five 100-dollar
bills and placed them on the far end of the table.

The job seemed simple enough, place a shrunken man in her
cleavage, get $500. She hesitated to hold the pen but realized this was the
easiest money that she had ever gotten. She signed on the dotted line under
several pages of legal jargon.

“Splendid” JT said, “Sam, please ready your equipment and
when you’re ready, hand Carrie her first tiny. I’ll be over in the corner.”

Sam adjusted the brightness and turned on her equipment, all
while humming a familiar 90’s rock tune. She smiled at Carrie and picked up the
plastic box. She removed the lid and Carrie went pale with shock from what she
saw. In the corner of the box was about 10 shrunken men all huddled together
because of the downward angle Sam was holding the box. It was hard to
distinguish details as they all were about 1 inch in height, naked, and
screaming in terror. Carrie leaned back in her chair, her heart palpitating,
and was breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

Sam asked her to remove the tank top she was wearing as this
particular client requested her to only be wearing a bra. Carrie hesitated, but
then remembered the stack of cash sitting on the opposite end of the table. She
thought to herself “what could be so bad about this? Hell, this tiny guy will
probably love the softness of my breasts, and besides, I’ve been in photos
wearing just a bikini before”. With that, she removed her tank top and was left
in the bright lights in front of several cameras wearing nothing but a black bra
to cover her large breasts.

Sam reached in and plucked a tiny guy out of the crowd
between her thumb and forefinger. Carrie could see the tiny man struggling in
her fingers as she snapped the lid back on the container. It was only now that
she noticed that there were tiny holes cut in the lid, presumably to keep the
little guys alive. Sam gestured for Carrie to open her palms to hold the small
man. Sam smirked at Carrie and dropped the little guy only a few inches to
Carries awaiting cupped hands.

Carrie let out a surprised gasp as the man fell into her
hands. She felt him roll about as he settled. She marveled at how light and
fragile he was. A small smile crept on her face as she saw the man attempting
to gain footing on the soft pads of her hands. The little man eventually got on
his knees and was squeaking at her, almost begging her for something. He was a
white male, probably age 20-30 with an athletic build and brown hair. Carrie
took pity on him and it showed on her eyes. She felt horrible for the little
guy and could only imagine how terrifying she looked to him. She wanted to show
that she wasn’t going to hurt him and that he was safe with her.

“Don’t worry little guy, you’re safe with me, I got you.”
She said attempting to calm the terrified man.

Sam took her place behind the cameras and JT began walking
Carrie thorough the shoot.

“Ok pick him up and dangle him above your cleavage” JT
instructed.

Carrie used her forefinger and thumb to pick up the little man,
he struggled around in her palm and she was only able to grasp his leg so that
he dangled above her open palm. She brought him over her vast cleavage, barely
contained behind a bra that was a bit on the smaller end. There was a cacophony
of camera shutters and flashes as she did this. She gave a lame little smile
indicating that she was uncomfortable but continued the shoot anyways. The man
continued to scream and thrash about in terror between her fingers. After a
couple of poses, JT instructed her to place him between her breasts.

“Will he get hurt?” she asked timidly

“He won’t, I promise, we have done this many times before”
he said dryly

She sighed and slowly began to lower the diminutive man to
her ample bust. This renewed his strength, and he began to struggle harder than
he ever had. He managed to slip his leg out from between her fingers and began
to free fall towards the valley created by the soft breasts. He impacted on her
right breast and tumbled into the small space between them effectively getting
himself stuck in an awkward pose with his arms jutting out the top and his legs
folded under him.

Carrie rocked back with shock and immediately began to apologize
to the small man. This was met with many muffled squeaks that were drown out by
the clatter of camera shutters.

JT spoke up “Good, those are some great shots! Now put your
hands on the outside of your breasts like you’re going to squeeze him between
them.”

Carrie broke out of her state of shock and began mentally
questioning everything about the shoot. Yeah boobs were hot, but who the hell
gets off to this?? She thought to herself. Who would pay money to see a
shrunken man struggling around a woman’s breasts? She rolled her eyes and
carefully placed her hands on the sides of her breasts and looked down at the
pathetic man. There he was, a living human being, who probably had a job,
income, family, who knows, and now he is ensnared by her literal booby trap. This
is some weird shit right here.

During this time the small man was able to right himself and
was attempting pull himself out of her breasts soft embrace. She smiled down at
him and applied a slight bit of pressure on her breasts to keep him from
getting out which resulted in him struggling more.

Seeing him struggle made her chuckle, half nervously, which
caused her ponderous breasts to wobble slightly which took him off guard and he
slipped deeper into the cleavage so only his head was sticking out and his
right arm wailing above him. He still tried to scream but it was all muffled,
deep in girl flesh.

The cameras stopped flashing and JT walked over to the cash
that was on the other end of the table. Carrie looked over to him, awaiting
further instruction.

“Excellent work Carrie, not bad for your first shoot, you’re
a natural!” he exclaimed. “I have another client that is willing to compensate
you generously if you continue the shoot”

Carrie’s heart was still beating fast with nervous energy,
but overall, the shoot has not been too bad. She was getting paid for easy
work, making way more than she ever did as a waitress at the diner- and she
wasn’t even fully naked. She nodded her head and agreed to continue the shoot
smiling down at the shrunken man trapped in her breasts.

JT brought up a suitcase on the table and opened it up
facing it towards Carrie. It was of course filled with cash, just like in the
movies. Carrie was visibly stunned as she had never seen that much money in one
place before. “My next client is willing to pay you $5,000 for the next shoot
if you complete it as he requests.” Carrie felt her heart fluttering as this
would help her tremendously in her pursuit of her dreams. She nodded her head
anxiously.

“Please place your hands as they were before on the sides of
your breasts.” He asked

Carrie did this and was looking up at JT for the next step.

“Now squeeze your breasts together and crush him in your
cleavage” he said as if reading from a card.

Carrie paused, “Do what?” she asked surprised. Her eyes
widened knowing what he said but wanted him to clarify.

“Crush him, between your breasts. Sam come up a little, the
client wants multiple views.”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed.

She warmed up to the notion of toying around with the little
man for money, which made her sick to her stomach come to think of it, but
killing him was a totally different thing. What kind of monster could do that
to a terrified shrunken person? The little man was helpless to her whims and
now she was being told to crush his little body for the pleasure of some
unknown client. She looked down at the little man, who was looking right up at
her. His eyes, almost pleading with her. She couldn’t do it, she started
tearing up slightly, shaking her head back and forth, and dropped her arms at
her sides.

“Carrie, I know it’s a lot to take in, but the cash is all
yours if you do this” JT said attempting to comfort the trembling woman.

Carrie tried to brush aside her feelings and stay focused on
the job at hand. She kept telling herself this is just another bug just like at
the diner, needing to be exterminated. She also knew that if she didn’t do it,
this little guy would still meet his demise, just with someone else in her
position. She could do it with at least a shred of empathy versus some other
heartless woman. She made up her mind and decided to proceed. She placed her
hands on her breasts and looked down at the little man. She began to apply
pressure to them. The little man was howling from her bust. He resumed his
quest to get out and began struggling violently. She kept steady pressure and
started to push in more. Her breasts were starting to swell up from her bra,
pinning the shrunken man so that he could no longer move. She kept pushing in
hoping it would all be over soon. She could see the little man’s face turn
bright red as he struggled to scream. She closed one eye and pushed even harder
until she felt a distinctive “pop” and “squelch” seeping between her breasts.
The little man was motionless, blood streaming from his eyes and mouth. Carrie
began to weep and was about to let off the pressure until she heard an order
from JT.

“Great work, now grind him out between your breasts”

Almost in a trance, she started to twist and grind her
breasts together, feeling the warm lubricant seep around her cleavage. She felt
several of his bones crushing and smushing around as she gored the remains of
his tiny body against her sensitive flesh.

“Nice, now let go and show the viewer the mess”

She released the pressure on her breasts and let them fall
back to their resting place. Where the tiny man once stood trapped, was a mess
of mangled organs and fractured bones. The shrunken man’s skull had exploded
from the pressure and grinding and there was brain matter sprinkled about the
mess. As her breasts parted a tiny rope like string connected the viscera
between her breasts. The smear was completely unrecognizable as a former human
being. A human with thoughts, memories, love, and hate. Completely reduced to a
smear by her simplest of actions. She only thought of her breasts as a way to
nourish and comfort babies, and to increase tips at work, but besides that they
were never considered a deadly part of her. 
Now she had brutally ended a life for some sicko’s pleasure using
nothing but her soft breasts. She began to feel faint and sunk back in the
wooden chair.

Sam ran over and started fanning Carrie and brought some wet
wipes. She apologized to Carrie for her intrusion but realized she had to
invade her privacy to help clean her up. Carrie looked down to see black
painted manicured nails attached to tattooed fingers clutching a wet wipe
sliding through her cleavage, cleaning up the mess that was left behind. She
did this several times until there was nothing left of the mess. All gone, like
a shrunken person had never met their end in between her breasts. Carrie sat
up, dazed at what just happened.

“Excellent work Carrie, the viewer has also sent a 500$ tip.
You just made $6,000 in one hour.”

Carrie softly whimpered “I’ll be right back” and ran to the
bathroom. She promptly threw up in the sink and looked at herself in the
mirror. There she was; arms clutching the white porcelain of the sink staring
back at the monster she was. Eyes sullen and defeated. Tears streaming down her
face and her hair falling all around her. She stood straight and stared at her
cleavage that was still a little moist from the cleanup efforts by Sam. She
regarded her bust, imagining in horror what the little man went through. The
round smooth pale skin supported by her black bra. Freckles and tiny invisible
hairs. All luxurious and tempting for any regular sized man. But for the tiny
shrunken man, these were the mechanisms of his demise. He was helpless as she
looked down and crushed his tiny body with unrelenting force. With her
breasts, she thought and shuttered.

She fixed her hair up and splashed cold water on her face.
This had to be a dream- but it certainly was not. She checked her phone only to
see a meme from her friend Amanda. After replying with a laughing emoji she
opened the door to the hallway of the little house. There she saw Sam and JT
still in the dining room discussing shots and footage. They stopped immediately
upon her arrival and greeted her.

“Great work, I really got some great shots!” exclaimed Sam.

“Our client is very satisfied with your performance Carrie,
here is your money as promised. We are all done for the day, but can we expect
to see you again?” JT asked.

Carrie was emotionless as she took the briefcase full of the
cash she was promised and walked past the duo silently. She threw the briefcase
on the passenger seat and started up her car. She looked in the rear-view
mirror to see some of her makeup bleeding down from her eyes. She put the car
in reverse and drove home silently.

She pulled up to her house and dropped her keys before
opening the locked door. As she picked them up, she fumbled with the doorknob
until it finally opened. She stepped in her house and closed the door behind
her and sat on the ground with her head in her hands against the closed door.
She quietly sobbed, hating herself until she fell asleep right there on the
ground.

Tiny's POV:

Clyde awoke from his slumber to unfamiliar surroundings. One minute he was on a prison transport bus, the next he was on some plastic surface surrounded by darkness- except for the few holes of light shining through the ceiling of his new prison. He walked around trying to find a door or exit but every wall he felt was solid with the same material as the floor. During his search he ran into some of the other prisoners that were on the same bus as him.

“Carlos!” he called out to the group of men who were in the far corner, all seeming to be waking up at the same time.

“I’m over here Clyde” Carlos replied from the group of disoriented men.

Clyde began walking over to his friend when the plastic lid of the prison suddenly lifted and was replaced with a blinding light. Mass confusion took over the crowd as the light was replaced with a face- a giant face that was smiling down at them.

The ground suddenly became slanted, and all the men began to slide to the far corner. The plastic ground beneath them offered no grip as they all tumbled towards the corner screaming. When the motion finally stopped, they looked up to see the soft blue eyes of a very shocked giantess looking down at them. Unanimously, they all screamed in fear as they were completely unsure of what was happening. The gothic giantess reached two fingers into their enclosure and plucked out one of the tiny prisoners.

Clyde was attempting to stand up straight when two tree trunk like fingers picked him up and pulled him away. He tried to squirm out of the giantess’s grasp, but her fingers held him with a solid grip. He was suspended for a few seconds watching the giantess close the container below him- trapping the other men inside. The world seemed like a blur as he free fell from the giantess with black painted fingernails into the awaiting hands of the second giantess. He landed on the soft pads of the giantess with blue eyes and desperately tried to gain footing on the uneven surface.

Disoriented, he was only able to get up to his knees and began pleading with the giant girl staring down at him. He yelled and screamed, but none of what he shouted seemed to be reaching the girls ears. Her soft eyes stared down at him and he detected compassion in her face. He was beginning to feel safer in his surroundings when suddenly her two fingers plucked him out of her palm. She had him by his right leg dangling him far in the air. Clyde began to scream and try to free himself as she moved him through the air towards her.

“Please don’t eat me!” Clyde pleaded as he dangled in the air.

The fingers stopped just below the giantess’s chin. It was now that Clyde noticed the cameras in the distance firing off. The flashing lights above him terrified him like lightning striking all around. The warm breath of his captress washing over him while he thrashed between her fingers, he was completely at her mercy. He looked down and noticed the valley of cleavage below him. Her twin gargantuan breasts barely supported by a small lacy bra resembled mountains below him. The dark entrance to her cleavage looked like a canyon that was begging to swallow him whole.

He felt himself being lowered to the abyss which shot him full of adrenaline to continue his fight. He was able to successfully dislodge his foot from the giantess’s grip and began to free fall once again. His fall was interrupted by the soft tissue of her right breast as he bounced into the dark cavern of her gigantic cleavage.

After much struggling, Clyde was able to right himself so he could look around at his surroundings. Up above was the giantess who was just holding him. Her soft gaze was so calming that he almost forgot that he had been shrunken, while her heartbeat continued thumping in the background of it all. To his left and right were mountains of pale boob flesh that held him in place in their warm embrace. In front of him was the cameras that were shuttering constantly.

Clyde began to try to climb out of the cleavage that held him in place when he felt the walls close slightly- pinning him with his head sticking out. He started to panic when he heard someone in the distance give the giantess an order that stuck fear into his soul.

“Crush him between your breasts” the voice said nonchalantly.

“What the fuck is going on?” Clyde said to himself and began to fight the soft embrace of the giantess bosom. He felt the heartbeat surrounding him speed up as the pressure began to increase. He looked up at the giantess and saw her beautiful eyes. He saw compassion, fear, and empathy in those eyes. He could tell she did not want to end him like this. He began shouting at her “You don’t have to do this!! I’m sorry for everything I’ve done, I’ll do whatever you want!”

His plea landed on deaf ears as the pressure increased even more. He felt a couple of ribs pop as he struggled to breathe. The breasts on both sides of him started to rise and overtake his head. The last thing he saw was the giantess looking down on him with one eye closed. He could feel blood coming out of his mouth as he struggled to take a breath. The light began to fade as his body collapsed between the breasts of the beautiful giantess that he would never even know the name of. The last thing he heard was the crunching of his bones as his body was destroyed by tons of breast tissue closing in.

Return to Normalcy?

Carrie awoke to her phone’s alarm as usual with a huge pain in her neck. How the hell did she pass out on the floor of her kitchen?? She rolled her neck to the left and right to release the tension built up from sleeping on the kitchen floor when she had a sudden jolt of energy realizing that today was a workday.  With no time to shower or clean-up she quickly made some coffee, fixed her hair, and changed into her work clothes. While she was in the process of getting changed, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror. It was the same reflection she saw every day- the same Carrie, but she felt different today. She cupped her breasts in her hands, feeling their weight, admiring the undulations they made as she rocked them back and forth. She looked closely at the spot where the shrunken man met his demise the day prior. All that remained was a faint reddened area, presumably a pressure point- not noticeable to anyone but her. She let go of her breasts and they dropped back to their usual resting position. She traced her fingers over the spot, images from the day before flashing through her mind. She started getting goosebumps until she shook herself out of her trance and quickly got dressed to go to work.

When she opened her car door, she found the briefcase still sitting there on the passenger seat. Its black leather and chrome buckles mocked her for the sellout she was. She plugged in her phone to the stereo and started the car. As the cold air burst on her face from the AC, she popped open the latches on the briefcase. Sure enough, there was a mix of bills that amounted to $6,000 in cash. She shut it closed immediately, checked her surroundings, and decided it was best to stow the briefcase under the passenger seat. She buckled her seatbelt up and drove the familiar road to work.

On the outside, today was just like any other day for Carrie. The same customers ordering “the usual,” pot after pot of coffee refills, dropping off food and picking up dirty dishes. But on the inside, Carrie was preoccupied with the events that transpired the day before.

Sherriff Pete sat in his usual booth in the corner of the restaurant. He was a large mustached man that had lived his entire life in the small town he worked in. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He smiled at Carrie, folded his newspaper and raised his coffee mug indicating that he was ready for his third refill with his usual breakfast. Carrie nervously walked over to him with the coffee pot in hand shaking. She felt guilty- she was now a murderer, and now she was walking right up to an image of the law to refill his coffee. He set his mug down and attempted to make small talk with Carrie, almost sensing that she was not herself. As she was pouring the coffee she kept lamenting on the prior day, and lost track of what she was doing. The sound of coffee pouring out onto the table and the shock from the sheriff woke her from her daydreaming state.

“Jesus Christ Carrie that’s enough for now!” he exclaimed

“I’m so sorry sheriff” Carrie said as she reached into her apron pocket to pull out an old wash rag to clean up her mess. “I’m just really distracted and tired today.”

Carrie finished cleaning up the mess she made and took the now empty plates from the sheriff’s table. She was dropping them off by the sink in the back when she noticed several black bugs crawling around the floor. She sighed deeply, set the dishes in the sink, and put her hands on her hips.

“We really need to have someone come in here and spray this place before the Health Department comes in for an inspection.” Carrie thought to herself.

With that she raised her right foot over one of the bugs that was munching on some crumbs. She stomped her foot down on the bug without mercy. The bugs body offered nearly no resistance as it collapsed with an audible crunch, then a splat as its internal organs were pushed through its sides.

Carrie immediately withdrew her foot in disgust as the sound reminded her of her photoshoot from the day before. She looked over at the carnage that her simple movement caused to the poor unsuspecting insect. Its body contorted in ways that it never was supposed to: legs separated, antennas twitching, guts spilled out surrounding the carcass. She no doubt had a matching print on the sole of her worn converse. She was starting to panic, but she kept reminding herself that these were just common pests that had no business being in the diner- they needed to be crushed.

Now armed with the knowledge that it is her duty to eliminate these pests, so they don’t make it to the area where the customers are, she actively started hunting them.

After her initial stomp, some of the nearby bugs began to run around and scatter. Mentally preparing herself for her grisly task, she lifted her left foot and targeted her next victim. This bug was running for the cover of the stainless-steel sink. She dropped her foot on the creature, wrinkling her nose in disgust. This bug too collapsed with a spurt of viscera shooting out towards the toe section of her converse. She quickly twisted her foot back and forth to ensure the kill and looked for her next target.

The next bug was trying to fit in the grate of the drain in the middle of the floor- but was simply too big. She sauntered over to it and raised her right converse to crush the pathetic thing. She slammed her foot down on the bug and grate. When she lifted her foot to inspect the damage, she saw that the bug was crushed in the middle section of its body by one of the solid parts of the grate. She saw its upper limbs thrashing in pain and its lower section motionless, hanging on by a thread. She felt pity on the poor creature, so she decided it was best to put it out of its misery. She ground her shoe back and forth over the grate, mincing the half-dead bug. She did this until there was nothing left recognizable under her shoe, and the rest of the dismembered bug parts fell down the drain.

The next bug was in the middle of the hallway, no safe place for it in sight. She leisurely walked over to it, peering over her voluptuous bust at the poor runner with nowhere to go. She kicked it gently to the side with her converse. This simple motion knocked the bug a few tiles over and on its back. She walked over to the helpless bug that was thrashing about, trying to right itself. She felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She had been a pretty meek girl her whole life, but now, to these helpless insects, she was a goddess. She got to determine how they lived or died. She felt tremendously empowered as she placed her left foot over the bug. She braced herself on her heel and slowly lowered her foot on the bug. She held back her foots decent as soon as she felt the counterpressure from the bug. She focused on her foot. She could feel the tiny limbs thrashing on her sole, begging for mercy. Today, there would be none as she slowly compressed the helpless bug beneath her shoe. She started to feel a crunch coming on, so she backed her foot off.

The bug managed to scoot itself up towards the toe section to where its little head was peeking out right in front of the dirt smudged toe section with its lower half still stuck under the shoe. Carrie looked down at the insect and decided enough was enough and pushed down hard with the toe of her foot. The sudden increase in pressure was enough to flatten the insect completely, popping its head off in the process. Carrie felt the same tingle in her spine again as she dominated the poor insect. Grinding her foot back and forth until the body offered no more resistance, she started to feel a change in her. She stood there, mesmerized by carnage left behind by her own actions.  

Carrie snapped out of it after hearing the line chef announcing another plate of food ready to go. She grabbed a bunch of napkins and began to clean up the mess she made in the back of the restaurant. All of the other bugs managed to get away from her, for now. She went back to the sink to wash her hands and resumed her daily routine.

After clocking out Carrie went back to her car to drive home. There it was under the passenger seat, the money she made from the prior day. Taunting her and tempting her to go back to the photo shoot tomorrow to make some more easy money. But this time for sure, no crushing of the shrunken people, she thought to herself as she put the vehicle in drive and made her way back home.

Upon her arrival home, she set the briefcase on the kitchen table. The yellowish dim light was the only light on in the room as she stared at the money she had made the day prior. She made up her mind, slipped out her phone from her pocket and called JT.

“Hello again, I was wondering if you wanted me to be in one of your shoots tomorrow” she asked after the line was picked up.

“Yes, we have several clients requesting you, we would love to have you come by again. Same place same time.”

The phone hung up leaving Carrie alone in her kitchen with her thoughts. She sat there for 10 minutes listening to the hum of the refrigerator contemplating her decision. She concluded that she was setting herself up for a bright future if she kept this up. She would have her car paid off if she did just one more shoot. Making up her mind granted her some peace, so she stripped down, showered off and went to bed mentally preparing herself for what is to come.

Carrie awoke to the familiar chime coming from her alarm clock. She rolled over in her bed cursing herself for making an appointment so early on her day off from the diner. She audibly yawned while walking down the hallway to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. It was just like any other day, coffee gurgling out of the drip coffee maker, the crescendo of springs contracting then releasing to launch a fresh toasted bagel, and the sunlight creeping in through the tiny crack between the window blinds. Today she decided to wear another pair of yoga pants, the same flipflops, a navy-blue bra, and another low-cut tank top. Carrie flipped through her phone while she ate her breakfast and headed out to the house on the edge of town.

As she pulled up the completely unsuspecting house, that feeling in her gut returned. She tried to not think of it and made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t kill a tiny person today. She reminded herself that she was temporarily doing this just to get ahead of her bills and get closer to her goals. Feeling motivated again, she got out of the car and knocked on the door.

JT answered again with a smile on his face. “Come in Carrie and have a seat, we have some exciting news for you.”

Carrie gave a sheepish smirk and walked past him to the dining room/ makeshift studio. Sam got up from adjusting some cameras walked over and gave Carrie a hug.

“How are you doing after everything” Sam asked?

It genuinely seemed like Sam cared for Carrie and this made Carrie feel like she could trust her.

“I.. I’m doing ok. I’m still a little unsure about all of this, but I’m here” Carrie replied

“Yeah, I remember my first time crushing a tiny, I felt so horrible for a bit, but over time I’ve gotten used to it. They aren’t people anymore to me, just a bug that is completely at my mercy.”

Carrie’s eyes widened at Sam’s casual tone while describing something so horrific. Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by JT

JT cleared his throat and said: “The same client from the other day loved your work. He has authorized significant compensation pending if you follow through with his request for today.”

“Oh great” Carrie thought to herself again. “The same sicko that gets off on gigantic boobs splattering a helpless shrunken man admires me. I really know how to pick them”.

JT continued: “This shoot will require you to be completely topless and interact with multiple shrunken men at once. Don’t worry about confidentiality, this shoot is only going to one client and cannot be shared. You also have an alias so there is no identifying information released.”

Before Carrie could object to his scandalous offer, JT brought up a suitcase with $10,000 in it, and dropped it open on the far end of the table. The cash spilled out like a rockslide, bound packs of cash thumping on the table in an unorganized heap.

Carrie stared at the pile silently, and without breaking eye contact with it, she said “I don’t feel good about hurting these shrunken men like yesterday. Could you tell me more about them? Did go out and shrink these men and then abduct them while they were helplessly scurrying around?”

JT exhaled slowly, understanding where she was coming from, and respecting her for not wanting to harm someone just for the money. “All I can tell you is that they all have a criminal background. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, thank you,” Carrie replied feeling a little sense of relief. She was by no means an evil girl who would delight in the suffering of a shrunken man, but it was tearing her apart thinking they were innocent. It somehow made it better in her mind to know that they were criminals, needing to be punished for their wrongdoings. She glanced over to Sam who smiled back at her and mouthed “just bugs” her way.

“Now that’s out of the way, are you ready to continue?” JT asked almost impatiently.

“Yes, I think so” Carrie replied

“Excellent! Sam, once you get your angles right could you please place two tinies on the table in front of Carrie.” JT said as he walked over to his corner to observe.

As Sam popped open the same plastic container from yesterday Carrie could hear the remaining men scream in terror. Sam looked up at Carrie and said: “Ok, now is the part where we need you to take off your shirt and bra.”

Carrie pulled her tank top over her head and reached back behind her back to release the clasp keeping her bra together. As soon as she released the tension and pulled the shoulder straps off, her breasts sprung free from their confinements. They were large for her small frame, pendulous, but still perky enough to look you in the eyes when you shook her hand. Her dark maroon areolas were the perfect snow caps to the beautiful mountainscape that was her bust.

Sam stopped what she was doing, caught herself staring as Carrie was folding her tank top and placing her bra on top of it on the floor. She watched as the pendulous breasts rocked back and forth and eventually settled when Carrie took her seat at the table.

Carrie leaned on the table with her hands folded together, fingers interlocking, indicating that she was ready for further instruction. Her chin was resting on her interlocked fingers with her doe eyes innocently looking up at Sam.

Sam reached into the plastic container and pulled out two thrashing shrunken men. Carrie watched from afar as they writhed, trapped in the tattooed goth girl’s hand. They were truly helpless as Sam transported them to the table. With a smile, Sam’s palm opened up and she tilted her hand to dump them on the wooden table before Carrie. She issued the warning “Watch out, they will try to run, so just block them with your hands/ arms to keep them near you.”

Carrie nodded and Sam tilted her hand so the two naked men slipped out and fell on the table. They took a moment to adjust to their surroundings. Before them was a gigantic naked woman with an enormous bust. She sat upright so they could see under her curious gaze, down to her perfect nipples and the underboob that drooped but seemed to defy gravity all at the same time. They felt her breath on them as she tilted her head to get a better look at them. Behind them was a series of expensive cameras and lighting equipment. Behind the cameras was the giantess who they began to know as Sam- and they knew better than to cross her from her previous interactions with other shrunken men. She was known to obliterate fellow shrunken men for not getting into a specific pose in a timely manner that she requested. She did it all with that smirk on her face that sent chills down their spines.

Once they got their footing, both shrunken men immediately began to hopelessly run away from the monoliths in front of them. As they ran, flashes rung out from the dampened flashers above like fireworks lighting up a night sky. The camera shutters went off like machine guns as they found themselves in the wide-open space of the table. They were in full sprint down the table towards the pile of money at the far end when suddenly a huge pink wall slammed down in front of them. Both of them bounced off of the soft wall and got a better look at it. It was a huge hand connecting to a pale arm that connected to the half-naked woman at the end of the table. They got to their feet and began to run the other way. The table ended this way, but it seemed they would rather jump to their death than figure out how they were going to die in front of the cameras. They didn’t get much ground before another large hand slammed down in front of them- instilling into them the hopelessness of their situation.

Carrie couldn’t help but chuckle at the diminutive men on the table. The way they aimlessly scurried across the table like two little bugs running for their lives. Before they could get too far she slammed her left hand in front of them. She could barely feel them crash into her palm as they bounced back and landed on their backs. She smiled down at them as they took off in the other direction. BOOM! She slammed her right hand down this time, blocking them in. While they were struggling to get up she heard JT clear his throat to get her attention. He was holding a tablet that had the words written on it: “Command them to stop and stand still”

She glanced back at the tiny men who were planning on their next move when she said with authority “Hey! Stop running and look at me!”

The men stopped in their tracks at the sudden booming voice and gave their attention to the busty giantess at the other end of the table. Carrie looked up and saw the tablet now said “command them to stand in front of your tits”

Carrie looked back down at the shrunken men and said: “come over here and stand in front of me”

The men reluctantly walked over to Carrie’s side of the table and stood in front of her. Each step that took them closer to her made her a more and more imposing figure. She seemed to grow as they got closer. They got to where they were standing 4 inches from the edge of the table where Carrie was sitting. They could feel the heat radiating off of her body, smell the lavender scented soap she used to bathe herself with, and feel the breeze of her exhaling far above them. They looked up and saw two beautiful blue eyes staring back down at them with curiosity.

Carrie looked back up and the tablet now read “make them worship your breasts”

Carrie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders while scooting closer to the table. She rested her heavy bust on the table, boobs spilling out like a tidal wave as they adjusted to the table now supporting them. The tiny men had to back up to not be buried under the sea of titflesh now directly in front of them. The light was getting dimmer as the chandelier was getting blocked out by her breast tissue.

“Come over and kiss my nipples, worship my breasts” she commanded to the little men.

One man didn’t need any more encouragement and immediately began to kiss and rub his body on her areola area of her left breast. The other used this opportunity to run away. He was greeted by the slam of her right hand blocking him again.

“If you don’t start kissing my nipple, I’m going to squish you” she threatened.

That was all the encouragement this man needed as he turned around and immediately started kissing and rubbing on her right nipple with all his might.

Carrie didn’t plan on following through with the squishing part, but it works really well for motivating shrunken men she thought to herself. What she didn’t expect was how good it was feeling to have the two men working on her nipples. She felt a shiver down her spine and a warmth spreading from her nether region. She started to feel her nipples harden at the frantic touching of her sensitive areas.  She accidently let out a soft moan of pleasure that showed on her face as a half-smile with eyes focused on the little men at work.

The camera shutter was constant, and flashes continued to light up the room.

Carrie found herself thinking of lovers from the past, their hands running over her body, turning her on and worshiping her body like she deserved. She looked back down at the men and didn’t feel the same pity as before. Her inhibitions were lowered, and she justified herself by thinking that these guys probably were convicted of heinous crimes, some of them probably against women, so she should enjoy punishing them a little. While in her haze she rolled her head around and noticed the tablet had a new message on it “Crush them under your boobs, one at a time”

That snapped Carrie right back to the reality of the situation. This guy who paid $6,000 to watch her crush the life out of a shrunken man between her breasts was not going to pay 10k to just watch her get stimulated by two of the little guys. This “client” clearly enjoyed the destructive power of a woman’s breast when you put size ratios in the formula. She sighed deeply and tried to push her conscience away and focus on the fact that she would have her car paid off and then some.

While trying to stall to build up the courage to complete the shoot, she couldn’t help but look at the wooden table where this act was taking place. It was a standard light wood dining table, the type you would see at all the department stores 20 years ago. Who knows how many dinners were shared, projects completed, and laundry folding sessions took place over the years. It was not in anyone’s mind ever that specific table would be place where two men met their demise, under the breasts of a well-endowed waitress. She made up her mind and decided to go through with it.

Carrie looked down over her impressive bust jutting out before her. Both of her nipples were hard as rocks and were being stimulated by shrunken men at the same time. She decided that she had the element of surprise with them currently and slowly moved her left arm under the table and rested her hand on her left thigh. She would have to be quick to get them before they realize her new intention and run for it.

She suddenly arched her back and used her left hand to hold her left breast up. She leaned over the shrunken men, casting a shadow over them as she targeted her victim. The guy on the left breast was thrown back by her sudden movement and could only stare in horror of the growing shadow. Carrie tilted her head to the side to keep her eyes on the target as he started to sit up from his knocked down position. She rose over him holding her heavy breast in hand, lifting it as high as she could without hurting herself. As the shrunken man started to get to his feet, she dropped her megaton breast onto his shrunken frame.

He didn’t stand a chance. One second, he was kissing and stimulating the largest nipple he had ever seen, the next he was knocked down. He didn’t know at the time that her intention was to crush him under her womanly weight, otherwise he would have gotten up quicker. He quickly realized her intention when he saw her narrowing her eyes looking sideways over the side of her tit like he was being targeted, so he panicked and started to get up. It was too late.

Carrie’s breast slammed on the table with an audible “TWUMP” followed by the familiar cacophony of camera shutters and flashes. Her breast wobbled like a water mattress as it settled from the shock of the drop. Blood sprayed out all over her right breast as well as all over the other shrunken man (who now knows Carrie’s cruel intentions). There was a star pattern of blood that sprayed out almost a foot in each direction surrounding her breast. Carrie couldn’t believe that actually worked and she got the little man. Before she could do anything, she noticed the man from the right breast running away again.

“Fuck” she thought to herself. “I should have crushed him first, he’s the runner of the two.”

She locked eyes with the little man as he took off, now fully realizing her intention was to bury him under tons to titflesh for the sick thrills of some unknown donor. As he attempted to run away, he was met with the same pink flesh of her hand, boxing him in, pushing him back to her right breast. He screamed and fought all that he could. As soon as the hand would pull away and the breast was lifted up, he was able to run away from deadly shadow that stalked him.

Carrie stared down at her next victim and attempted to corral him closer to her kill zone. She was unsuccessful as every time she brought him close, he would book it in another direction. She couldn’t get him in the proper position as he was too squirrely. She was getting visibly frustrated and looked up at Sam for advice.

“He keeps running away, I can’t get him where I want him” she complained to Sam.

“So? Crush one of his legs or something so he stays where you want him” Sam replied nonchalantly.

The thought had never occurred to Carrie to do that to the shrunken man. Yeah, it would help her, but it felt entirely too cruel to do. The longer she fought to keep the guy where she wanted him, the more she found herself in agreement with Sam. Carrie leaned back from the table and cupped both hands in front of the shrunken man to box him in. She dragged her arms to pull him to where she wanted him, and then used her thumb and forefinger of her left hand to pin the guy down by the chest and arms. His legs were thrashing about as she slowly lowered her index finger towards his flailing legs. He heard the conversation between Sam and Carrie, and knew his situation was hopeless, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Carrie narrowed her eyes to focus on the shrunken man’s right leg. She pushed her finger down and was able to catch it under the pad of her finger. She was easily able to pin it to the table and rotate the finger up so that her nail was going to come in contact with him above the knee. She continued her descent despite his protests, and she felt his tiny leg pop as she pushed hard into the table. The little man screamed in pain and tried to fight her, but she had him pinned. The finger with the red nail polish started to rotate back and forth, grinding his leg into an unrecognizable smear. She was focused on her task and failed to notice the blood trail left by her left breast. She had been unconsciously dabbing it around the table as she completed her grisly task like a rubber stamp that was running out of ink. She lifted her finger and was satisfied with her result- the leg was completely smashed against the table. She took her fingers off his chest and leaned back to get a better view of her handy work.

The little man was going into shock, now that he was adhered to the table by his failed limb. He writhed about the best he could, cursing her out as she leaned back, still keeping those blue eyes on his suffering.

After looking him over and seeing that he wasn’t going anywhere anymore she got herself into position. He was about three inches away from the edge of the table that was closest to Carrie- perfect squishing position. Carrie began to arch her back and lean over the table, cupping her right breast in her hand hovering over the tortured man. She cast a deadly shadow over him as his flight or fight reflex was kicking in, knowing his time was over soon. He trashed harder than he ever had as he saw her face peering over the right side of her breast. Her eyes narrowed with purpose as she got into position. He gave one last scream as he felt the air pressure changing and saw the mountain of breast tissue free falling towards him. Out of all the ways he thought he was going to die, this certainly was not on the list.

Carrie was in position to end the suffering. She looked over the side of her boob and made eye contact with the doomed man. She almost felt bad for him, but she justified her actions by convincing herself that he was a criminal and must be disposed of. She also knew that he wouldn’t live long with his leg like that, so it was time to put him out of his misery. She looked over one more time, ensuring proper positioning and let her heavy right breast drop from the sky on the helpless man. She was focusing on her breast so when the heavy tit slammed into the table with a resounding “TWHUMP” she knew it was over for the little man. She felt his body collapse under her breast flesh as blood sprayed out just like the other crushed man from her left breast. She watched her titflesh roll out like soft dough as it settled on the table.

Carrie leaned back in the wooden chair and surveyed the massacre before her. There were two squashed bodies that were pancaked into the table. The blood splatter across her chest and across the table decorated the scene like a horror film. Both squashed bodies didn’t resemble their former selves in the least bit. Mangled organs strewn across shattered bones is all that was left. She looked up to JT to see him silently applauding her with a smile stretching across his face.

“annnd CUT” JT exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Wow Carrie, you really owned this one” Sam acknowledged while handing Carrie some wet wipes.

Carrie began to wipe her breasts clean of the blood and gore left behind from her most recent victims as Sam wiped the table clean. Today was much different from the other day for sure. She still felt a pang of guilt for her actions that costed the shrunken men their lives, but she felt more at ease knowing that they were criminals. She glanced over at the pile of money at the end of the table and reminded herself why she was doing it all in the first place- to get herself out of the rut she ended up in.

After Sam had finished her cleaning, Carrie stared at the clean wooden surface. Her thoughts went back to earlier when she was thinking of the history of the table. Dinner, laundry, crushing men- this table has seen it all. She got up, put her bra and tank top back on and walked over to the end of the table with the pile of money. She was collecting her compensation when JT interrupted.

“So, we have been getting several more requests to see you again, are you available tomorrow?” he asked.

“Same time, same place?” Carrie inquired, as a small smile began to rise from her lips.

“Yes, I will update you tomorrow with the details of the request from our client, but I just have one question: what size shoe are you?”

“I wear a size 7 depending on the fit.” Carrie replied. The curiosity was building inside of her as she was exiting the house/studio. Why would he need that information? She thought to herself.

“Excellent, we look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Carrie grabbed the briefcase from JT and opened her car door. As she set the briefcase on the passenger seat, she looked around her vehicle. It was old, but dependable for the most part, but now it would be hers. She put the key in the ignition and started the older vehicle up. She made a stop at the bank to deposit some of the money (not all to raise suspicions) and made her way home.

As she entered her house, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Not only would she be ahead of her bills, but her car would be paid for. Sure, she felt bad for what she was doing, but she couldn’t deny that she was a bit giddy for finally getting closer to her goals. She stripped her clothes off and went into the shower.

As the hot water streamed over her voluptuous curves, she was deep in thought. This was much easier work than she anticipated. She looked down at her toes and couldn’t remember when her last self-care day was. She had been so caught up in the grind of life that she hasn’t been able to take care of herself like she wanted. She shut off the water and decided to go to the next town over and get a manicure/ pedicure, and maybe some shopping for a new outfit simply because she deserved it. For the first time so far, she was looking forward to tomorrow, and since JT was asking about shoe size, she imagined it would have to be something about feet- so she wanted to look her best. 

Carrie woke up the next day to her alarm as usual but felt refreshed
overall. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a day like that” she thought to
herself as she sipped her morning coffee. After breakfast she got dressed for
the day. She felt invigorated from the previous day of shopping, so she donned
her new outfit- a bubbly yellow sundress. This sundress was the perfect fit for
her body and ended with a flowy skirt that hung a few inches above her knees.
She twirled herself back and forth in the mirror in admiration of her new
purchase. She slipped on her ballet flats, gave a quick little skip into the hallway,
grabbed her keys, and headed out for another photoshoot. She felt like an
entirely new woman today.

Sam opened the door after Carrie rang the doorbell.

“Morning Carrie, it’s great to see you again” Sam said
excitedly.

“Good morning Sam, I’m glad to see you as well.” Carrie
replied

JT was on the phone in the living room as the two passed
towards the dining room. He looked up and smiled at Carrie, then quickly turned
his head while talking quietly to whoever was on the other line.

Carrie was setting her purse down in the kitchen when she
noticed a pair of brand-new high heels sitting on the chair where she was the
day prior. They were black leather, strappy, open-toe stilettos with red
bottoms and four-inch heels. Sam walked over from the camera equipment and
smiled at Carrie.

“Go ahead and try them on! I picked them up for you
yesterday, size 7 right?” Sam said with enthusiasm.

Carrie was shocked at the beauty of the heels. She’s never
worn heels like this before as they were always out of her price range. She set
the heels on the ground of the dining room and slipped off her ballet flats.
She carefully inserted her foot into the right heel, and then the left. After
adjusting the straps to fit her feet she stood up and found her balance. She
felt so empowered wearing these heels. The four-inch heels boosted her height
while her beautifully painted crimson toenails peeked through the tip of the
expensive shoe- completing the look. The muscles of her long and shapely legs
flexed and relaxed as she practiced a little walk to get comfortable walking in
the new shoes.

JT was staring from the entryway of the next room when he
interrupted her by clearing his throat and saying “Those look great on you! Our
next client is gifting them to you if you complete the next shoot.”

Carrie stopped in her tracks and looked up at him. Her face
was in complete surprise as she had never owned shoes like this.

JT continued, “The next shoot will involve several poses
with shrunken men around your feet, we will be focusing on the point of view
from the ground, so you will notice several cameras level with the floor.”

Before Carrie could say anything, JT brought up a duffle bag
to the table and unzipped it. There were several large bundles of cash that
spilled out onto the wooden table.

“We have had requests to make some of these videos which
will increase the cost to the client, so the payout for today would be
$20,000”.

Carrie’s jaw dropped. She stood there silently staring at
the money. She knew at that price point that some sicko would be getting off to
her squashing these helpless shrunken men. She glanced down at her feet and
flexed her toes. Pushing her conscience aside, she sighed and agreed to proceed
with the next shoot. She looked up and saw Sam setting up her equipment on the
kitchen floor this time.

Noticing her stare Sam looked up and said “I like the
lighting more in here, plus the cabinets are a nice backdrop.”

Carrie walked over to survey the new location. Her heels
clicked menacingly on the older marble tile as she rounded the counter and
looked over. It was a smaller kitchen, but it had more floor space than the
dining room.

“Alright, I’m all ready with the cameras, are you ready
Carrie?” Sam asked as she stood up.

Carrie got a good look at Sam today in the bright lighting
of the kitchen. Her jet-black hair was in her usual pony tail with her cute
bangs puffing out on her forehead. Today she wore dark-rimmed glasses that
complimented her punk look. She wore an old rock band tank top and no bra as
her pierced nipples were poking towards Carrie. Her black ripped skinny jeans
tucked into her Doc Martens that gave her a couple of inches more in height.

Carrie gave a nervous smile as she felt a slight girl-crush
coming on while Sam walked by to get the plastic container of doomed shrunken
men. Sam popped open the lid and pulled out a recently familiar sight: a
wriggling naked shrunken man. While she was distracted pushing the lid back on
the little man thrashed so hard in her finger grasp that he broke free of her
grip. Sam immediately moved to catch the free-falling little man but missed. He
fell with a slight crack against the tile floor.

“Shit!” Sam exclaimed as she finished closing the lid and
bent down on her heels to inspect the shrunken man on the tile. His legs were
broken for sure as they were contorted in unnatural angle. Blood was seeping
from several spots, and he was weakly trying to raise his arms up.

Carrie walked over to inspect damage and was shocked to see
the little man still alive.

“What do we do?” Carrie asked

“Well, I don’t think he will be standing anytime soon, so he
will be useless for the next shoot.” Sam said nonchalantly.

Carrie put her hands on her knees as she bent down to get a
better view of the writhing man. “He looks like he’s in so much pain!” she said
as she started to feel empathy building for the shrunken man.

“Do you want to put him out of his misery? Or would want me
to do it? Sam asked.

“I’ll do it, I feel terrible for him.” Carrie said as she
walked over to the broken man.

“Alright go for it” Sam said while standing up and taking a
step back.

Carrie stood with the broken man between her feet. She saw
him weakly trying to shout at her and wave his hands at her. She closed her
eyes, took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as she tried to imagine how
far the money could take her this time. When she opened her eyes, she stared
down at the diminutive man. He looked no different than the bugs she
exterminated at the diner the other day. He was a smaller being that was
completely at her mercy simply because she was bigger. She convinced herself
that she was doing just that- granting him mercy. She put her right hand on the
counter to brace herself and slowly raised her right foot to knee level. She
was about to stomp her foot down to splatter the poor broken man when she heard
Sam shout “Stop!”

Carrie froze in her position and looked over at Sam with an
inquisitive look on her face. Sam had been staring at Carrie this whole time.
She asked her “Would you mind if I got a better look?”

Carrie shrugged her shoulders unsure of what Sam was asking,
but soon realized as Sam began to get on all fours and lower her head to get as
close to the ground as possible. Sam was visibly excited as she asked Carrie to
continue.”

“Ok, I’m ready now!” She said with a smile. “Squish the
little bastard”

Carrie was shocked at the strange request, but again, every
request that has happened in this house has been strange to her. She rolled her
eyes and began to lower her foot. She could see over the toe section of the
shoe that the man began to struggle more- apparently realizing what was
happening. His broken legs wouldn’t budge so he could only shout and wave his
arms to ward off the imminent destruction heading his way. Carrie moved her
foot so it was completely covering the shrunken man, and lowered it until she
felt pressure under her foot. She knew that the man was struggling under her
heel with all of his might.

Carrie pondered to herself while staring at the expensive
heel on her right foot. This was just a fashionable women’s footwear item. It
only served to enhance her attractiveness while providing protection for her
feet from the ground below. It would be worn to events like weddings and
parties, but beyond that- it was just a shoe. But in this instance, it was the
only thing separating a terrified, but badly injured shrunken man from the
softness of her foot. It would provide the hardness to crush and mutilate his
body on the tile floor of some random house. No one would have ever expected
all of that to happen to these mundane objects, but today- it all was real.

She shivered at the thought and decided enough was enough
and pressed her foot down with all of her weight. She felt the crunch as the
man’s body literally exploded under her. Blood matching the color of her
painted toenails shot out in front and to the sides of the ball of her foot.

She stood there for a second, then began to lift her foot up
to inspect the damage. There was a flattened man there with his legs contorted,
arms above his head, and guts pushing though his right side. She stared for a
few seconds when she thought she may have seen him move a tiny bit. In horror
she pressed her right foot again on the shrunken man. This time there was more
of a squelch than a bone crushing sound emitted. She began to grind her foot
back and forth on his body to mince him and confirm the end of his suffering.
She rocked her left to right about four times before lifting her foot again.
This time there was nothing recognizable as human. There was a dark smear
littered with broken bones and mangled organs and viscera. She rested her right
foot next to her left and looked over at Sam.

Sam was visibly flushed in the face as she started to get
up. “Wow Carrie, that was hot as shit!” she said. “That little shit was
pulverized under your shoe”.

Carrie was a bit taken back by the comment as she did it all
as a mercy kill, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly empowered by the
action. Here was a tiny shrunken man who could do nothing but watch her simply
lower her foot until he was crushed into an unrecognizable smear by her mundane
action.

“Ok, now that we took care of that little accident, let’s go
over to the kitchen for the real shoot” Sam instructed.

Carrie walked to the middle of the kitchen and stook there
patiently while Sam carefully picked out another shrunken man. This time she
cupped her hands around the terrified shrunken prisoner as she walked over to
place him near Carrie’s feet. JT had entered the room and pulled up a chair to
begin directing the shoot.

Sam unceremoniously dropped the diminutive man a couple of
inches from her hands onto the cold, hard tile of the kitchen. The shrunken man
fell in a scrambled mess as he sought to get his bearings. Once he got to his feet,
he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked up to the skyscraper of a young woman
standing before him. Her face was in the heavens as she peered down at him. Her
large breasts jutted out in front of her as she rested her hands on her hips.
Her yellow sundress hugged her every curve in the most flattering of ways. Her shapely
legs extended like pillars far out of reach. Her feet were clad in striking
high heels that glimmered from shoe polish. Her crimson painted toes pointed
towards him, each larger than his entire body. She was a striking monolith
standing before him.

JT turned his tablet to face Carrie with today’s
instructions. The tablet read: tell him to get closer to your feet, and have
him worship them.

Carrie saw this, raised her brow, then commanded to the tiny
man: “Come over and kiss my big toe”

The little man was obviously terrified, but realized the
danger he was in by disobeying the giantess standing before him. He ran over
and began kissing and licking her big toe with all of his might. Carrie saw
this act of humble obedience and let out a quiet chuckle. In any other
circumstance, this man probably would have towered over her tiny frame, but
today, he was the size of a bug in front of her. She had forced him to kiss her
toe simply because she was much bigger than him. Carrie felt a tingle from her
groin as the thoughts of dominance washed over her. She could step on him and
crush his entire body underneath her foot, just like she did to the other
prisoner, and it wouldn’t even be much effort for her. She felt his tiny
efforts on her big toes and pleasant vibrations rang up the inside of her calf
up to her womanhood. She looked up from her daze and saw the tablet had another
message for her: “kick him around a little.”

Carrie returned her gaze to the diminutive man before her.
She pulled her right foot a couple of inches away from the tiny man and gave
him a little kick with her big toe. She felt him smack into it as he flew
towards the end of the tile he was standing on. He tried to get up to right
himself as she brought over her left foot and gave him a little tap. The side
of her foot knocked him back town as he rolled over himself. Before he could do
anything, the right foot was back at it- knocking him back to the left side of
the tile. This process repeated over and over as Carrie toyed with the tiny
man.

Bloodied and battered, the little man could do nothing to
stop the giantess and her whims. No matter what he said, or did, he was
completely at her mercy. If she wanted to kick him, she could. If she wanted to
crush him, she could. He realized how powerless he was in his current state and
began to weep in agony.

The feet didn’t show any mercy to his situation, however. He
was getting rolled back and forth by an onslaught of kicks and taps that
battered his tiny body. He would feebly raise an arm to ward off an impending
kick only to have those pretty toes slam into him over and over. All this while
a subtle foot odor overpowered all of his sense.

Carrie was knocking the little man around and couldn’t help
but feel aroused at her dominance over the helpless man. She watched him writhe
and sputter on the cold tile but showed no mercy. Her womanhood ached for
stimulation as she felt her nipples harden in her bra. She looked up to the
tablet which now read: “Crush him with a hard stomp”

Carrie, who previously would have rejected the order, found
herself somewhat excited to execute the tiny man. She paused from tumbling the
tiny man around like a rock on a hiking trail and stood before him.

“Sorry little bug, it’s time for you to go squish” she said
mockingly.

The shrunken man was too battered and bloody to respond
meaningfully. He only could twitch his arms and legs a little in protest for
what is about to happen.

Carrie held onto the countertop as she raised her right foot
high in the air. Her right foot was her preferred foot for crushing bugs at the
diner, so it just felt more comfortable to her to crush the man in the same
manner. Unbeknownst to her, the previously crushed prisoner’s innards were
still plastered to the slight tread of the designer heels. Carrie peered over
her large bust to ensure she was on target, and then slammed her foot down with
authority on the shrunken man. His body exploded immediately, showering nearby
tiles with blood.

Carrie then rested her weight on her right foot to fully
crush his body. Before removing her foot, she looked up to JT for any
additional instruction. He simply nodded at her in approval. Carrie elected to
drag her foot back to her left foot, which left a grisly crimson smear that was
littered with broken bones and pulverized organs.

Sam silently clapped indicating that Carrie had performed
her duties exceeding everyone’s expectations. Sam then popped open the lid of
the plastic container and withdrew another trembling prisoner. She walked over
to where Carrie stood and gently placed the terrified shrunken man at her feet,
then she walked back to her position behind the cameras.

JT gave Carrie a slight wave and pointed towards the
illuminated screen of the tablet in his arm. It now read: Impale him with your
heel.

Carrie blushed at the cruelty of the odd request. She had
begun to adjust to the idea of crushing the tiny men under her high heel clad
feet, but to take the spike of the heel and drive it through the tiny man
seemed a bit much. She sighed and pushed her conscience away yet again and
looked down at the doomed bug/man on the floor.

The tiny prisoner had got to his feet and looked up in
horror to the giantess before him. Her gaze from above pierced right through
his soul. He turned to run from her, screaming in terror. He hadn’t gotten but
a few steps when something hard drove right into his back.

Carrie looked over her bust at the small man as he got to
his feet. “He must be so terrified” she thought to herself as he began to run
from her. She let out a small chuckle at his attempts to ward off the
inevitable. She gave him a slight kick right in his back to get him into a
proper position to complete her task. The kick accidently sent him flying a few
feet in front of her. Her heels clicked on the tiles as she got in position above
the shrunken man- now unable to move from the waist down.

The tiny prisoner had the wind knocked out of him and was in
excruciating pain as he tumbled over the dirty tile of the kitchen floor. When he
finally stopped, he was face down, and unable to move his legs. He heard the
deathly clicking of the heels from the cruel giantess above- who didn’t even
know his name. He screamed for all his worth.

Carrie approached the shrunken man wondering why he hadn’t tried
to get up and continue his escape. She stood, one foot on each side of the tiny
man and gave him a slight kick with her right heel to turn him supine. She succeeded
in knocking him on his back as his arms continued to wave in the air. She grabbed
the counter with her right hand again and raised her left heel this time. She
let the ball of her foot contact the ground in above of the shrunken man as she
positioned the deadly pillar of her heel over the broken mans abdomen. She
slowly lowered the spike so she wouldn’t miss. Once she felt the familiar pressure
of a shrunken man’s body under her heel, she stood on her left foot- bearing
all of her weight on it.  She heard a
crunch and splatter as the heel drove right through the man’s abdomen. She put
her weight on the ball of her foot once again and lifted her heel. To her
astonishment and horror, the shrunken man came up with the heel- this time
impaled by the designer shoe.

The tiny prisoner was choking on blood when he felt like he
was hit by a truck on his right side by a shoe the size of a bus. He was
knocked on his back and saw the giantess getting into position to crush the
life out of him. He prayed for mercy and a quick death as he saw her extend her
left foot above him. To his dismay- she placed her foot above his head, with
only the deadly spike of her high heel looming above him. This renewed his
fight to survive as he knew nothing good was about to happen. He screamed and
thrashed his upper limbs around trying to get up, but his legs no longer
worked. He was forced down by the rubber sole of the pillar above him. He
smelled a faint foot odor as he looked up to see a focused giantess- focused on
killing him. He had a clear line of sight up the skirt of her sundress and
could faintly see the light-yellow panties that covered her womanhood. Before
he knew it, the heel slammed down with a force that liquified his organs. He screamed
as he looked down his body and saw nothing but a shiny black heel with a red
bottom. He was beginning to pass out as he felt his body lifted into the air.

Carrie pulled her heel back behind her leg to see the
impaled shrunken man barely moving from the shock of his injuries. She felt bad
for him as she looked to JT for guidance on how to end it mercifully for the
shrunken man. JT only held a sign that said “scrape him off your heel and mash
him”

Carrie quickly complied as she didn’t want the man to suffer
further. She lowered her left heel again to the ground and tilted it outward.
She used her right foot to scrape the damaged shrunken man off of her foot.

He fell to the ground with a wet splat. Blood and intestines
dripped down her deadly left heel as she adjusted her feet so she was standing
above him. She decided there would be no fanfare on this squish as she simply
placed her right foot on the broken man and rubbed it back and forth until there
was nothing left but a dark red smear on the tile.

Sam exclaimed from behind the cameras “God that was brutal,
nice job Carrie! We just have one more for today, could you take off the heels real
quick?”

Carrie began unlacing the shiny leather straps and thought “Oh
geez, I bet they are going to want me to step on one barefoot, gross”. Her
motivation returned when she glanced over at the table containing the money. She
lifted the blood-soaked shoes and handed them to Sam who set them aside and
plucked out another terrified man. She pulled out some double-sided tape and tore
off a small strip. She then stuck the tiny man to the piece of tape on the
ground in front of Carrie and walked back to her cameras.

Carlos fought with all of his might to free himself from the
grip of the gothic goddess that had him pinched in her fingers. He hadn’t seen
his friend Clyde for a couple of days, so he knew nothing good was coming his
way now that he was selected by the giantess. He heard her rip something in the
distance and he soon found himself stuck in the supine position to the cold
tile with a beautiful busty giantess standing barefoot before him. He was awestruck
with emotions as he eyed the monolith before him. He tried to move his arms and
legs, but all of his limbs were held down by the tape.

Carrie looked up to JT to see that he had written “Slow barefoot
crush” on the tablet. She sighed and stepped into position. She couldn’t believe
that people wanted to see this happen. A shrunken man in front of a woman, and
they simply wanted to see her crush him like a bug. It all seemed wrong and a
poor use of a shrunken man, but the pile of money said otherwise. She placed
her hands on her hips and raised her right foot shaking her head.

Carlos could see the giantess contemplating something but
soon began screaming in horror as she raised her right foot over him. The foot
cast a deadly shadow as it loomed over his entire body. He could see each
little wrinkle from years of standing on her feet. The foot odor began to wash
over him as the light began to dim as the foot began to lower. He could see
every detail of her foot: the waves of footprint, the pieces of sand adhered to
her foot, the cute little toes that were at eye level as they descended towards
him.

Carrie began to lower her foot onto the man trapped by the
tape. She kept his face between her big and second toe to ensure proper
crushing placement. Once she began to feel the counter pressure of his tiny body,
she focused on the feelings coming from her foot. She was about to snuff out a
tiny life for the enjoyment of some unknown person. She used to object to the action
but was beginning to feel more comfortable with executing the tiny men. She
felt empowered and aroused at the fact that the simplest movement of her foot
could mean the end for the tiny prisoner. She began to push down as she saw the
tiny mans face turn bright red from the pressure. She couldn’t hear his screams,
nor feel any thrashing of limbs like before because he was adhered to the piece
of tape. Her foot pushed down harder until she heard a splat indicating that
the man had been fully crushed. Blood shot up between her toes like stepping in
mud. She cringed at the thought but couldn’t help that it kind of felt good to
her. His guts spread out between the tape and the sole of her foot in a pleasant
squishy manner. She sighed with relief knowing that this shoot was over and
looked over towards JT. The sign now read “raise your foot to show the client
the damage”

“Gross” Carrie thought to herself as she quietly complied by
raising her right foot towards the cameras while balancing on her left. The
tape, that now contained a mangled crushed body, had stuck to the sole of her
foot. Blood was seeping around the edges and running down her perfectly soft sole
as she made an awkward pose for the cameras. After several flashes of light and
camera shutters, Sam stood up and smiled. JT was in the background clapping
before pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a call in the other room.
Carrie set her right foot down with a squelch as Sam came over with more wet wipes
to clean her off.

Carrie reached for the wipes, which Sam shook her head no saying
“I got you”. Carrie shrugged and raised her right foot to Sam. Sam’s delicate
touch sent shivers up Carrie’s spine giving her feelings that she hadn’t felt
in a long time. Sam deliberately and diligently cleaned between each of Carrie’s
toes sending waves of pleasure to her womanhood. Carrie let out a soft moan
that did not go unnoticed by Sam. Sam simply looked up at Carrie and gave a
cute wink while running one of her tattooed fingers between Carrie’s big toe
and second toe- where Carlos met his end. She let go of Carrie’s foot and as her
foot began to settle to the ground, Carrie made eye contact with Sam. Without
breaking eye contact, Sam raised the index finger that was just between Carrie’s
toes and licked it with a wink, then turned to her camera equipment.

Carrie couldn’t believe what just happened- she just crushed
several men beneath her feet and had a brush with a lesbian encounter that left
her flushed in the face. She had never felt this way with a woman, and she felt
confused and aroused all at once.

She walked around the corner to gather her belongings and
cash when Sam stopped her.

“Don’t forget your heels, they looked great on you” she said
with a smile, then turned to clean up the kitchen full of blood splotches.

“Thank you, Sam,” Carrie said with a stutter in her voice.
She had never considered herself into girls at all, but she was having feelings
that she had never had before. Carrie grabbed the heels and duffle bag of money
and headed out to her car.

Once in her car, she set down the heels and admired them.
She never could have afforded such nice items in the past, but now she could
which was tremendously empowering. It was also empowering to feel those tiny
men splatter like bugs beneath her feet she thought to herself as she turned
the key in the ignition. She glanced over to the gifted heels and noticed a
small note tucked inside the black leather. She pulled it out, unfolded it, and
read the writing on it.

“I’m free tonight, are you 😉?– Sam” the note read with a tiny cute heart
drawn next to Sam’s name. Below the message was Sam’s number.

Carrie instantly felt herself blush as she surveyed her
surroundings and clutched the note close to her chest. Her heart was pounding
outside of her chest as she felt the blood rushing to her face. She was nervous
as she hadn’t had anyone over in a long while romantically, but she felt like a
new woman since her time with JT and Sam. “Maybe its time for something different
for a change” she thought to herself as she began to drive home. She felt butterflies
in her stomach as well as giddy while driving home. She pulled out her phone at
a stoplight and texted the number her address.

Sam texted back “Ill bring wine, does 8 work for you?”

Carrie texted “That works”

Sam replied “Good, I’ll see you then <3"

Carrie exhaled as she opened the door to her home. Oh shit, what had she done now, she thought to herself. She never would be so bold to invite someone over to her house when she knew there was an attraction. And she never had been with a girl, what was she thinking?!

She set her keys on the counter and began to clean her house knowing Sam was coming over later with a bottle of wine. She hummed to herself a cheerful tune as she got her house, specifically the bedroom ready for her special guest.

A thunderstorm was drenching the earth as Carrie finished putting in her last stud earring when she heard the doorbell ring. She excitedly opened the door to a most spectacular sight. Sam stood near the door frame with her jet-black hair slightly wet from the storm. Her bright red lips were stunning in contrast to her usual goth look. Dark framed hipster type glasses complimented her striking eyes along with her several lip/ facial piercings shining in the yellow light of her porch. She wore a low cut tight black long-sleeved t shirt that blended in with her leather skirt below. She had on fishnet stockings that decorated her pale, but shapely legs that tucked neatly into her Doc Marten boots. Carrie couldn’t help but stare at the gothic beauty before her when she suddenly snapped out of it as Sam spoke.

“Well, are you going to let me in? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?” Sam jokingly asked.

“Oh… yes, please come in” Carrie said sheepishly as she closed the door behind her. “Thank you so much for coming over”.

“Psssh, I was getting bored over there editing, I could use a girl’s night.” Sam said as she set her bag on the table while removing a bottle of wine. “Oh, I hope you like Riesling- I chilled it in the fridge before I came over.”

“Riesling’s great” Carrie remarked as she retrieved two long stem wine glasses from her cupboard.

The two poured glasses of wine, then made their way to the couch and started off with semi awkward small talk. After the second glass of wine was poured, Carrie could start to feel the warmth creeping up on her cheeks. After the initial awkwardness, both girls got more comfortable in their conversation.

“So, I’ve noticed a change in you since we started the shoot.” Sam said. “I feel like you’ve gotten much more confident in front of the camera.”

“Yeah, not going to lie, I felt super guilty with the first shoot, but it is coming more naturally to me as we have continued.” Carrie responded.

“You’re a natural, I can see it in the way you hold yourself on set. You have exactly the energy we are looking for in a model.” Sam said as she got up to get the second bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Carrie was starting to feel her inhibitions lowered as Sam filled her glass with the delicious light and sweet wine.

“Hey Sam, can I ask you a personal question?” Carrie asked sheepishly.

“Of course you can Carrie, I’m here for you” Sam responded compassionately as she placed her hand on Carrie’s thigh.

“Is it wrong that I feel sexy and empowered while crushing and dominating the shrunken men? I mean, these guys must have had families and such, but I can’t help but feel like a goddess while I’m carrying out these acts.”

Sam smiled and made direct eye contact with Carrie. “No Carrie, that’s just it, you are a goddess to these tiny bugs. You are the dominant being that can exert your will on them regardless of their feelings about it.”

Sam took a sip of wine and set her glass on the coffee table. “And it’s incredibly sexy to see a woman as free as you are ending these tiny bastards. When I look at you, I see a liberated goddess simply exercising her power on a few subjects.”

Carrie’s face was fully flushed at this point as she took a deep breath in. She finally felt right in her feelings, and that it was ok to dominate these shrunken prisoners in the manner she had before.

“Thank you Sam, you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my chest.”

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but you still have a huge weight on your chest.” Sam said with a wink while pointing at Carrie’s bust. “Speaking of, those things can really do a number on those shrunken bugs.”

Carrie laughed so hard she snorted and spilled some wine. “Oh yeah, the girls here like to make small things go squish for sure” she said as she cupped her breasts and gave them a quick shake. “This one time, I was topless in my kitchen and noticed a small spider crawling on the counter. I felt a little bit frisky so instead of squashing him with my hand or paper towel, I dropped my right breast on it. You should have seen the mess it made” she said laughing.

“Oh shit, that’s really hot Carrie” Sam said while picturing Carrie using her breasts yet again to crush the life out of a tiny bug.

“I kinda wish they sold shrunken men to toy around with from time to time.” Carrie said nonchalantly while taking another sip of the wine.

Funny you should ask, I happen to have a few with me, for.. you know.. off set action?” Sam said with a smirk as lightning stuck nearby, shaking the whole house.

Carrie sat forward on the sofa and stared wide eyed at Sam for a moment. “I call bullshit on that one” she said while laughing and taking another sip of the wine.

“See for yourself” Sam said as she walked into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of wine and a plastic container. She filled both glasses and set the plastic container on the coffee table.

“No freaking way!” Carrie exclaimed as she set the glass of wine on the table. She stared at the plastic box with her chin in her hands, wide eyed in excitement.

Sam popped open the lid, and sure enough, there were several naked shrunken men tumbling over each other. All of them were in shock to see two goddesses beaming down at them.

While Carrie was off guard and staring at the container, Sam made her move. She reached over with her hand and turned Carrie’s face towards her. The two locked eyes for a second, then Sam leaned in and kissed Carrie on the lips. Carrie responded by placing her hands on Sam’s hips and kissing her back. The two made out feverishly for a solid few minutes, tongues wrestling in their mouths. Carrie could feel Sam’s tongue ring brush against her tongue several times which sent shivers down her spine. Afterwards, the two leaned back and stared into each other’s eyes.

Carrie felt the surge of endorphins rush to her brain. Combined with the effects of the alcohol, she was on cloud nine as she exhaled slowly. Her nipples were hardening in her bra as she fought the urge to send her fingers south to take care of her horniness.

Sam leaned in and whispered Carries ear, “Want to play a game with them?”

“What do you have in mind?” Carrie asked raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s see which one of these guys can hold on the longest” she said as she plucked two shrunken prisoners from the safety of the plastic container.

Carrie’s eyes widened with excitement as she realized what Sam intended to do. Sam removed her top exposing her bare chest. Like the rest of her body, her chest was a masterpiece of tattoo art that decorated her above average sized breasts. Carrie guessed that she was a solid C cup, maybe even a D cup. Her nipples were dark brown and pierced right through the center with a solid silver bar. Her breasts were perky, but still maintained the perfect tear shape. Sam gave Carrie a wink as she took the screaming men in each hand and put them near her pierced nipples.

“Better hold on, or I’m going to drop you” She ordered to the tiny men. “I think a fall from this far will be quite disastrous for something as small as you guys are”

Carrie watched from the couch as both men grabbed onto the bars that pierced her nipples. Once Sam removed her hands, both men were suspended by the bar and holding on for dear life. Carrie let out a giggle at their attempts to hold on as Sam stood up.

Sam placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the tiny men struggling to hold onto the cold metal bar. “First one to drop is the loser, the winner gets a special reward.” She said mockingly. “Which one do you think will win Carrie?

“My money is on lefty!” Carrie excitedly proclaimed.

“Ok, I guess that leaves me with you Mr. righty” Sam said looking down at her little champion.

Both men were screaming in fear as Sam started to sway back and forth, slightly jiggling her breasts. She let out a big toothy grin as she mocked the diminutive men.

“How long can you hold on?? I bet you guys wish you’d hit the gym more often before you got shrunk, bet you didn’t know that your life would depend on you pull-up ability.”

After a few minutes, both girls could tell that the shrunken prisoners were getting tired. The shrunken prisoner on the right nipple let out a final scream before he slipped free of the nipple ring. He tumbled past her exposed navel, black skirt and fishnets before hitting the wood floor with a crack.

“Awww, bummer!” Sam exclaimed. “Looks like my guy fell first”

She looked down to the helpless shrunken man and was surprised to see him starting to move his arms trying to get up.

“Well, we don’t tolerate losers, do we Carrie?” Sam said while focusing on the broken man on the ground.

“No ma’am we don’t” Carrie said.

“What should his punishment be for losing?” Sam asked looking at Carrie.

“Hey Sam, I don’t like having loser bugs on my floor.” Carrie said while getting up from the couch. “Would you mind squishing that one for me?”

“I would be delighted to” Sam said as she raised her right boot up in the air. She paused for a moment before slamming her Doc Martan down hard on the shrunken man. His body exploded from the sudden increase in pressure. Blood shot out in every direction from the initial stomp, decorating the wooden floor with flicks of crimson. Sam then raised her heel and placed her right hand on her knee as she was twisting back and forth, completely obliterating the tiny man’s body underneath the aggressive tread of the boot. Once she was satisfied with her work, she lifted her boot to inspect the damage. There was viscera crushed into the deep tread of the boot that only resembled a crushed bug. There was nothing human left of the shrunken man. She set her foot down and looked over to her left breast to see the tiny prisoner still holding on for dear life.

“We have our winner!” Sam exclaimed, “Carrie, what is this young man’s reward?

“I have an idea for that” Carrie said as she removed her own top.

Sam stared at Carrie as she reached behind her back to release the tension on her bra. Once she removed the clips in the back, her breasts sprung free of their restraints. Sam was hypnotized at the way Carrie’s breasts undulated with her steps towards her. The breasts wobbled and swayed with each step until she stood right in front of her.

Carrie had a devilish smile as she took Sam in her arms. Both girls looked down as the tiny prisoner screamed with renewed strength. Carrie began to pull Sam towards her. They both watched in intense focus as both girl’s breasts collided into each other. Carrie licked her lips as she pulled Sam even closer, which buried the shrunken man between their tit flesh. Both girls tilted their chins up as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Carrie reached up and pulled Sam’s head toward hers so that their lips met. The two made out as they felt the tiny struggles between their nipples begin to diminish. Carrie pulled Sam closer one more time which resulted in the tiny man squishing between their nipples. Only a little blood made it through the dense boob flesh as the two girls made out. Both of their nipples were hardening as the blood acted like a lubricant as they started to grind into each other, completely lost in their passion for one another.

After a few minutes, Carrie pulled away from Sam. All that remained of the shrunken prisoner was a bloody spot that printed on both girls’ breasts. Sam took Carrie’s right breast in her hands and planted her lips firmly on her nipple. This caused waves of pleasure to overtake Carrie as she felt Sam’s tongue flick back and forth on her nipple while she continued to suckle her breast. Carrie reached down and put a hand on the back of Sam’s head and held her ponytail while she applied gentle but firm pressure. Once Sam had thoroughly cleaned Carrie’s breast, she stood up and wiped her lips with her hand.

“Well, that was something” Carrie said while panting from the stimulation.

“Yeah, I love how you reward your tiny winner.” Sam said while lazily running her finger over her left breast, massaging her pierced nipple using the blood of the tiny crushed prisoner as lubricant.

“And I loved how you punished the loser under your foot.” Carrie remarked. “It was so hot watching you crush that one - that little guy didn’t stand a chance under your boot.”

Sam snickered and looked up at Carrie. “No, he didn’t, want me to step on another one?”

Carries eyes widened as she smiled. “I would love that!”

“Ok, pick one out for me and I can do it fast or slowly for you.”

Carrie pondered her options for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.

“Let’s put him down in the hallway, and give him a head start, then chase after him and crush him!” she said excitedly.

Sam nodded at Carries suggestion and simply said “you devil” with a grin as she walked over to the end of the hallway.

Carrie reached over to the plastic container on the coffee table and picked up a thrashing shrunken prisoner. She walked over to the hallway and placed the tiny on the floor holding her hands over him until Sam was ready.

Sam closed her eyes and started counting down from 15 as Carrie released her hands over the shrunken man.

The stunned man was suddenly blinded by the hallway light as Carrie removed her hands over him. The sight before him was terrifying. One giantess was tattooed and standing tall with her eyes closed counting down. The other was kneeling over him with a huge grin on her face. He could smell the alcohol on her breath as her breathing increased in depth from the excitement. Both giantesses were shamelessly topless. He took off down the hallway. It was hopeless for sure as the distance of the hallway was like several miles for him to make with his tiny legs. He looked back and heard the goth giantess get to 3…. 2…..1….

“Ready or not here I come!” Sam exclaimed as she opened her eyes to see a tiny man running with all of his might a few feet in front of her. She stomped extra hard with her boots as she quickly decreased the distance between the two. Carrie was simply mesmerized by each stomp, her terrifying boots slamming the ground to intimidate the little guy, as well as the jiggling of her free breasts completed the package for Carrie.

“Fe fi fo fum” she jeered as her stomping feet slammed near the terrified runner. The ground shook with every stomp causing the tiny man to lose his balance and fall on his face. He turned onto his back to see his destiny. There was a beautiful gothic girl staring down at him. Tattoos brightly reflecting off of her pale skin, nipple piercings hung high above him, blood red lips curled into a devilish smile as she started to lift a booted foot high in the air. He felt the rush of air as she lifted and suspended her foot above him. All while grinning down on him. “How could they be so cruel he thought” as the hard rubber sole contacted his tiny body.

He didn’t explode just yet, she held her foot in place, mainly keeping him pinned to the worn wooden floor. He heard several thumps crashing around him as a giant face appeared to his left. He could see a gigantic blue iris staring him down as the pressure suddenly began to increase. He could no longer breathe or move as the foot continued to descend on him. All while a beautiful blue eye watched his helpless demise with sick fascination. Soon everything went black as he felt his ribs and body collapse. His last thought lingered “How could they do this to me?”

Sam lowered her boot onto the helpless prisoner, but stopped right as she felt the pressure under her foot. “Wanna watch?” she asked Carrie.

Carrie smiled, nodded, and got down on her hands and knees. She had to press her head right against the floorboards to get a good view of the doomed man. Once she was satisfied with her view, she gave Sam a thumbs up.

Sam felt the pressure build under her foot as she was crushing the life out of yet another shrunken man. She started to hear the familiar cracking, then splattering of a tiny body giving out underneath her unmerciful foot. She placed her hands on her hips as she pulled back her boot, thoroughly shredding the tiny corpse like a despicable bug. The shrunken prisoner left a crimson trail in the wake of her unstoppable boot. Now that her boots have been soiled with the blood of the tiny prisoners, she started to unlace her boots while Carrie stood up.

“Wow, that was super-hot!” Carrie exclaimed as she got to her feet. Her face was flushed with emotions and alcohol. “I have another question for you”.

“Shoot” Sam said while dropping her boots with a thud off at the front door and walking over towards Carrie wearing her fishnets.

“Do you prefer crushing them under your boots or barefoot.” Carrie asked genuinely curious.

“Mmm, well that depends on my mood.” Sam answered. “Sometimes I want to dominate them under my boots and brutally crush them like the worthless bugs they are. Usually, I’ll stomp them hard to fully splatter them under my boots or wedges. Sometimes I want to feel every bone break in their body as my soft feet slowly crush the life from them. I also like feeling them mash up between my toes like play dough.”

“Woah, that sounds nice.” Carrie said almost in a trance at the casual tone that Sam responded to her question with. “Could I watch you crush one under your foot with just the fishnets on?”

Sam glanced over to her and smiled. “I would love to do that for you, but I’d like for you to try something new if I’m going to do this.”

Carrie nodded in excitement as the two walked over to the plastic container on the coffee table.

The men in the box hadn’t seen the giantesses in a while which was not reassuring for them. The unanimously screamed in horror as both of them suddenly appeared over them. Only now they were both topless and grinning down at them. They noticed the dried blood on the gothic one’s left tit and their situation became apparent: they were going to be used for the sexual pleasure of these two giantesses.

Sam bent down and plucked out one screaming man. She held him up close to her eyes to examine him thoroughly. He had a muscular build and was probably in his late 20s she deduced as she walked over and stood in front of Carrie.

“Ok, try to be open about this, trust me, it’s weird at first, but it will feel so good in a bit.” She said to Carrie as she reached down to Carrie’s panty line.

Carrie’s eyes widened in confusion as she didn’t know what Sam was planning initially. She felt her gentle finger strokes around the top of her lacy thong underwear, which caused her to bite her lower lip in pleasure.

Sam pinched the top of Carrie’s panties and pulled them open to expose her shaven vagina. Before Carrie could react to the sudden intrusion, Sam held the shrunken man at the opening of the panties, a couple of inches below her belly button. Sam looked up and stared directly into Carrie’s eyes as she slowly lowered the thrashing man into her panties. Carrie only watched in shock of what was happening to her in the moment.

Suddenly, Sam released the tiny prisoner and he crashed and tumbled down the front of the panties. He scrambled to get to his feet, but couldn’t find purchase in the soft lacy material. Sam then released the panties, and they snapped back in place- slamming him face first into her shaven vagina. He immediately freed his head and attempted to push his body back, but the panties held him firmly in place against the massive pussy. His nose was suddenly assaulted by the feminine smell as he wiped his eyes clear of her natural lubricant.

Carrie let out a gasp of surprise from the sudden feeling of a tiny being against her vagina and stepped back. She felt the tiny man pushing against her vulva which caused a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Carrie hooked her underwear with her thumbs and peeked inside. Sure enough, there was a tiny, terrified man looking up at her. His hair was wet with her fluids, and he was trying to reach up to free his legs from her vagina. She looked back at Sam who had just dropped her skirt, leaving her only in a black lacy thong. Sam plucked another tiny man from the box. Carrie watched as Sam lowered the tiny man, held firm by her black nails, to her own panty line. She hooked one thumb behind the elastic and opened them up a few inches. Sam unceremoniously dropped the tiny prisoner into her panties and let the elastic snap shut. She rubbed the front of her lacy panties, likely to position the poor helpless shrunken man, then gave a few pats on the outside of the panties. She smiled and picked out yet another shrunken prisoner and walked to the center of the room.

“Hey Carrie, do you have any spray I could use to clean up? I don’t want to leave a mess on your nice hardwood floor?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I have a bottle under the kitchen sink, paper towels are on the counter.” Carrie said while trying to maintain composure. She could feel the tiny man attempting to free himself from her panty trap, all while stimulating her womanhood. Every kick and thrashing limb sent an electric spark that traveled up and down her spine- thoroughly intoxicating her with passion.

As Sam went into the kitchen to retrieve the cleanup instruments, Carrie’s eyes drifted down towards her panties that now held a tiny prisoner firmly to her womanhood. She remembered picking out this particular pair at the store a few months ago. They were a bit more scandalous than her normal everyday underwear- so these were reserved for date nights. When she tried them on in the store, she never imagined that a helpless shrunken man would be entrapped by the lacy design. When the cashier rung them up, no one in the room could have imagined such a cruel use for the thong underwear. They were just underwear any other day, except for today- today they served to hold a shrunken captive against her vagina for the sole purpose of sexual stimulation. Crazy huh?

Sam returned with a bottle of lemon scented spray and a couple of paper towels in her left hand, while her right firmly held a shrunken prisoner. She walked over to the center of the living room and placed the cleaning tools on the ground, ready to be used to clean up the splattered remains of an intentionally crushed shrunken man.

Sam then placed the shrunken man on the ground and stood up to her full height. She was an imposing figure to the shrunken man. Her pierced nipples jutted out from her perky breasts, leaving the shrunken man in her shadow as she raised her left stocking clad foot. The tiny prisoner didn’t make it very far when Sam used her foot to push the tiny man to the ground. She pinned him there and dragged him back to her.

Carrie was watching this simple act of dominance and couldn’t help but feel aroused. She could feel that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter while watching Sam play with the tiny guy. The shrunken prisoner in her own panties was fighting her vagina with all of his might- further stimulating her.

Sam began to roll her foot over the tiny prisoner and occasionally tap him with her toes. Her smelly feet completely covered his face while the fishnet fabric acted like ropes to hold him down.

Frank had been on the same prison transport bus when his whole world changed. He was a large and violent man who always got his way in life due to his size and aggression. He couldn’t believe that he was so effortlessly lifted from the plastic container by some topless bitch. Before the shrinking, he would be the one pushing the woman around, but now he was being carried like a doll. Darkness overtook his senses as she closed her tattooed hand around him. He heard her rummaging around for something. Finally, he felt himself lowered to the ground and light flooded his view. His surroundings were something out of the movies. A beautiful topless giantess now towered over him. Her stocking clad feet were on either side of him. Those beautiful feet connected to long slender legs and a skimpy black thong covered her soft vagina. Her smooth, decorated skin was bare from the waist up as she tilted her head to the side and smiled down at him with a wicked smile. To his left was a giant bottle of all-purpose cleaner. Its black spray nozzle was at the peak of the bottle, all far from his reach. She also placed a couple of paper towels next to the bottle.

He knew nothing good was about to happen, so he took off sprinting away from the giantess as fast as he could. Soon a dark shadow overtook him, and he was forced to the ground. Foot odor permeated all of his senses as he felt himself gently dragged over the smooth wooden floor to the giantess. He looked to the left and saw the bottle and thought to himself “Fuck, this bitch is going to crush me and use that bottle and paper towels to clean up my body.” It was terrifying to him how a mundane, everyday cleaning chemical and paper towel could be so humiliating/ intimidating to him. He was going to splatter, and the same hands that plucked him out of the box and carried him so effortlessly were going to clean him up, like a freshly crushed bug- all for their sick enjoyment.

Sam had begun smothering and toying with the tiny man when Carrie got on all fours to get a better look. She saw Sam’s pale foot flex and curl as she used her foot to torture the poor man on the ground. Carrie detected a faint foot odor emitted from Sam’s foot- no doubt from wearing boots in this weather and could only imagine how smelly it must have been for the man getting pummeled by the same foot.

Sam lifted her foot and bent down to view her handy work (rather footly work). The tiny prisoner was barely moving, his body was bruised and beaten by the simple motions of her foot. This bug had no place in society- he was too fragile now. She crouched down and examined her work.

Carrie crouched down as well and extended her index finger from her right hand. She poked and prodded the shrunken man attempting to elicit a response. The man barely moved as she toyed with him.

Sam took it upon herself to curl her middle finger on her thumb of her right hand and lower it to the diminutive prisoner. She flicked him in the balls which renewed his screaming and hopeless flailing. Satisfied with her resuscitation she stood back to her full height and covered the tiny man yet again with her fishnet covered foot.

Frank was dizzy from the beat down he received from the goth bitch’s foot. He fought her with all of his might but kept getting pressed to the floor, smothered until he thought he would pass out, and poked by the stocking clad foot. His whole world was at her mercy, and he began to realize how hopeless his situation had become. After the beatings continued, he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, giving up his fight. Suddenly, the beatings stopped, and the foot was removed, bathing him in light. He saw both giantesses crouch down on their heels and observe him. He tried to beg for mercy and raise a feeble arm up to plead his case. He was greeted by a tree trunk sized finger slamming into his side. The finger that had red nail polish on it was cruel and unmerciful as she poked and prodded his exhausted body. He could do nothing to ward off her onslaught of curious poking. She stopped for some reason and his eyes drifted to the gothic giantess. He saw the huge shiny black nails of her right index finger curling into the flicking position and lowering towards his genitals. He could do nothing as she flicked him right in the groin. The pain was immeasurable as he felt and heard his balls crush under her simple action. He writhed in pain on the ground as the shadow returned, along with the foot odor to continue his torture. A cacophony of feminine laughter was heard above as he prayed it would be over soon.

Sam pushed down on the man with the ball of her foot. The fabric of the fishnets was pushing into his skin like a tourniquet. The pain radiating from his groin kept him from feeling much else as the sole of the giant foot held him firmly to the hard and unforgiving wooden floor. Sam started to drag and roll the tiny man around, toying with him.

Carrie was drunk on the sensations coming from her panties. The shrunken man was giving his all trying to escape the moist embrace of her labia. She lazily drew circles on the front of her panties, further stimulating herself as well as lightly pushing her shrunken panty prisoner into herself. She loved the sight in front of her. She loved how Sam dominated the tiny man with the simplest of actions.

She was not denied her final pleasure as Sam pushed her foot to the ground- completely crushing the helpless shrunken man. Gore shot up between Sam’s toes as she pressed hard on her foot. Carrie let out a drunken laughter as Sam’s goddess foot squished the tiny man into oblivion. Carrie looked up at Sam with eyes sullied with pure unbridled horniness.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, now” she said with confidence that she had not felt in ages.

Sam smiled while twisting her foot back and forth, pulverizing the tiny prisoner. “I like this Carrie!” She exclaimed while pulling back her foot, ripping the tiny man’s entrails apart- never breaking eye contact. “I’m going to rock your world”

Sam took Carrie by the hand, picked up the plastic box of shrunken men, and the two girls went into the bedroom.

Carrie flicked on the lights to her bedroom as the two eagerly walked in. Sam set the container of shrunken men on the plush duvet and started to remove her blood-stained fishnets. Carrie dropped herself butt first on the bed with a pleasurable exhale. The tiny panty prisoner was doing a great job of stimulating her most sensitive areas while desperately trying to escape. She idly dropped her right hand to the front of her panties and slowly rubbed her fingers in a circular motion.

“Poor guy must be drowning in there” she commented while looking at Sam with glazed over eyes.

“He hasn’t seen anything yet” Sam replied while reaching into the container to extract another shrunken man.

Sam plucked out a squirming prisoner from the box and popped him right into her open mouth.

Carries eyes widened, unsure of what was coming next.

Sam gave a devilish smile and stuck out her tongue. There was a soaked, terrified man struggling to hold onto Sam’s tongue ring. He reached out an arm and started shouting at Carrie. Sam quickly retracted her tongue, and the screams became muffled. Sam’s lips began contorting as she was moving the tiny man around in her mouth, battering the shrunken captive. She then leaned over and kissed Carrie on the lips, forcing the tiny man into Carrie’s mouth.

Carrie let out a surprised gasp at the sudden intrusion, but secretly loved the tiny ministrations from the struggle going on in her mouth. Here was a big bad prisoner that was reduced in size, now completely helpless in her mouth. She shuttered at the thought, and her panties started soaking through. Carrie playfully shoved the man against the roof of her mouth before pushing him back into Sam’s mouth. Sam moaned and suckled on the tiny man for a bit before pushing him back into Carrie’s awaiting mouth.

After a few minutes of making out, Sam pulled away, leaving the tiny man in Carrie’s mouth and began to kiss her way down her abdomen. Carrie could feel Sam’s warm breath and soft kisses all over her belly which sent shockwaves of pleasure to her pussy. Sam’s fingers hooked under the sides Carrie’s thong, and she began to pull them down. Carrie assisted by lifting her butt up a little, then dropping it back down once the panties were at her knees. Sam pulled the underwear off and dropped them on the floor. Before her was the beautiful, busty blonde from the photoshoots writhing in pleasure. Her shaven pussy was glistening in anticipation. There was a tiny, soaked prisoner stuck in her heavenly folds as Sam spread Carrie’s legs apart.

The tiny prisoner howled in fear as a giantess face appeared before him. He had been fighting the biggest pussy of his life when suddenly he was drenched in the light emitted from the ceiling fan.

“You’re so fucked little man” Sam said with a smile as she lowered her head to Carrie’s awaiting pussy.

Sam started licking around Carrie’s vagina, teasing her as she stimulated her most sensitive areas. She paused over her clit and started to suckle it while slowly bringing her right middle and index fingers into the action. A quick sweep of her outer lips was all that was needed to properly lubricate her fingers as she started to press on the tiny man, pushing him deeper into the pussy. He fought with all of his might, but her was certainly no match for the tree trunk like fingers forcing him into the wet confines of Carrie’s pussy.

Carrie moaned loudly as she felt Sam working her clit while starting to finger her. No man had ever made her feel this way before as she seemed to hit all of the right spots at the right time. Carrie couldn’t hold back her gasp of pleasure as she felt the fingers enter her. When the fingers retreated, she felt the tiny man fighting to get out of her pussy. His tiny struggle was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel him gaining some ground and almost get out, but Sam would simply push him back in with her two fingers.

The tiny man in her mouth was fighting her tongue, attempting to escape. She simply dominated him with her tongue muscle. She slammed him into her cheek, then tossed him between her molars. “One bite and he’s toast” she thought to herself as Sam worked her pussy.

An orgasm was beginning to build within Carrie as she felt her legs starting to shake. Sam noticed this and pushed the tiny man inside as far as she could. She then hooked her fingers and began to rub her fingers on Carrie’s G-spot while continuing to assault her clit with her tongue. Carrie let out a cry of pleasure and her vagina clamped down hard on the tiny man. While this was happening, she instinctively swallowed the man who had been fighting her tongue the whole time. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her as she felt the rush of endorphins to her brain. She finally relaxed and the tiny man began to slip out of the moist prison of her vagina.

Sam caught him and pulled him out the rest of the way. She held him up between her fingers like a trophy before Carrie. The man was barely alive. His body was bruised, soaked, and limbs were contorted in all sorts of ways. He let out a feeble gasp as he dangled between the goth girl’s cruel fingers.

“Don’t think he’s got much more to offer for us Carrie” she said with a smile.

“Guess it’s about time to put him out of his misery.” Carrie replied, still breathing heavily from the afterglow of her orgasm.

Sam rested the tiny broken man in the palm of her left hand. He coughed up blood as he feebly tried to roll supine to crawl away. Sam pointed her index finger of her right hand and slowly lowered her finger to his abdomen. He could do nothing as the cruel giantess’s finger pushed into his abdomen relentlessly. He looked up to see two beautiful women staring down at him, fascinated by his demise. The finger started rotating back and forth- fully obliterating him from the stomach down. His vision was fading as the blonde giantess’s fingers reached towards his head.

Sam was mulching the tiny man under the pad of her index finger as Carrie reached towards his head with her thumb and index finger. She pinched his tiny head between her two fingers and gave it a quick squeeze. His head erupted from the sudden increase in pressure, and his body went limp. Carrie stared in sick fascination as she rubbed her fingers together, fully grinding out the remains of the tiny man.

“Your turn” Carrie said with an exhale.

Sam nodded with a wicked smile and laid back on the bed while Carrie reached down and pulled off her black thong. The thoroughly soaked tiny panty captive from before was holding onto Sam’s clit piercing for dear life.

Carrie wasted no time plucking the shrunken man from the piercing and dropping him in her mouth to coat him in her spit. She then got on her knees in front of Sam and slowly spread her legs open. With the tiny still in her mouth, she slowly kissed her way from Sam’s right knee to her awaiting vagina. She slowly kissed and suckled on Sam’s clit, which shot electric currents up Sam’s spine causing her to moan softly. Sam started teasing her nipples while admiring the view between her legs. 

“Shove that little fucker inside me” she ordered. “I want to break him with my pussy”.

Carrie smiled and gratefully obliged Sam’s request. She maneuvered her tongue to position the tiny man at her lips and forced him inside Sam’s glistening pussy. Sam moaned and contracted her legs at the sudden intrusion of the flailing captive.

Carrie backed away to admire her handy work. There, between the soaked pussy lips of her tattooed lover, were two legs kicking wildly to escape. She let out a soft giggle at his pathetic attempts to fight the giant pussy. This poor shrunken man was about to be in the fight of his life- against a pussy that was eager to devour him whole. She brought her index and middle finger up and roughly shoved the kicking legs inside of Sam. Sam bucked on the bed, completely lost in the bliss emitting from her sexual stimulation.

Carrie then pulled her fingers out of Sam’s pussy with an audible “SLURP” revealing that her pussy had consumed the man whole. She suddenly got a devilish idea and got up to open her bedside table’s drawer.

“Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you” she told Sam.

Sam happily complied while still lazily drawing circles over her pierced nipples.

 Carrie pulled out her favorite vibrating dildo and returned to her position between Sam’s shaking legs.

The little man had fought for his life and was finally getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. He reached forward and pulled his head to the opening of Sam’s throbbing vagina. Her powerful muscles crushed and mashed his tiny body, but he was determined. He finally felt some sense of hope when he took his first breath of fresh air. That bit of hope was obliterated when he saw what was coming his way.

Carrie got down on her knees and began to suck on her dildo to lube it up for Sam- not that much would be required. Suddenly two little hands popped through the slit in front of her. Carrie smiled wickedly and started to position the dildo in front of Sam’s pussy. She waited until she saw the tiny man’s face pull through. The two made eye contact, then she started to push the dildo towards the tiny man. He could do nothing to stop the train of a sex toy approaching him without mercy. Carrie felt Sam shutter as the dildo first made contact with her sensitive skin. Without stopping, she continued to insert the purple sex toy. Sam’s vagina expanded to accept the treat that was plowing forward. Carrie saw the little arms thrash once, then disappear as she penetrated her lover. She pushed him all the way in, until she felt the tip touch Sam’s cervix. Slowly, she started to fuck Sam with the toy, inserting and removing the toy, feeling around for the tiny captive.

The tiny prisoner’s heart sank when he saw the naked giantess staring down at him- he knew there would be no escape. When he saw the purple monster in her hand start to approach him, he screamed in terror. His wail went unnoticed by the duo as the sex toy plowed him back into the silky tissue of Sam’s vagina.

After several pumps, Carrie could tell Sam was getting close, so it was time to pick it up. Her pace sped up as she flipped on the switch to start the vibration. The toy emitted a loud humming sound as it plowed Sam’s soaking pussy.

The tiny prisoner was in hell. Darkness pervaded all of his senses. The rhythmic pounding of Sam’s heartbeat was all he heard. He was thoroughly drenched in her fluids as he gasped for air while being smothered by the oppressive heat. The walls around him squeezed him without mercy. His entire existence was now to serve the giantess vagina that was crushing the life out of him. The contractions of the walls around him started to pick up pace as he began to black out.

The stimulation was too much for Sam as she clenched down on the purple vibrator and screamed out in pleasure. Her body went limp after several contractions, and Carrie slowly removed the purple vibrator. The tip was now soaked in blood from the poor shrunken man- no doubt crushed in the process of Sam achieving orgasm. After a few seconds, Sam’s vagina contracted and forced out the broken and crushed body of her pussy prisoner. His limp body was rudely dumped out onto the white sheets of Carrie’s bed along with a small puddle of Sam’s fluids mixed with blood.

Sam sat up and slowly picked up the destroyed body of her pussy toy.

“Never gets old feeling them fight in there” she whispered. Her face was still flushed from the aftermath of their lovemaking.

She dangled the tiny man between her forefinger and thumb before her face. She admired the way his limbs hung limp as she dangled him back and forth. Unceremoniously, she popped him in her mouth and positioned him between her molars. Carrie watched with sick fascination as Sam’s jaw bobbed up and down. She could hear the tiny bones of the prisoner crushing between Sam’s teeth as she masticated him. His body stood no chance as her sharp teeth and powerful jaw reduced his entire existence to a meaty pulp. Before she swallowed, she opened her mouth to show Carrie the carnage.

Carrie admired the sheer power of Sam’s jaw and teeth. Those pearly white stones that served to break down food to sustain Sam had been utilized to break down a tiny person like a car compactor. Sam slowly closed her mouth, and with an audible sound, swallowed the mush.

Sam then laid back on Carrie’s bed while Carrie climbed up next to her. The two cuddled for some time, making out softly. Sam blindly reached for the container of shrunken prisoners and pulled out one more thrashing man. She held him in the air so both giantesses could get a good view of him.

“Thank you for introducing this to me, I didn’t know what I was missing out on” Carrie whispered into Sam’s ear.

“Of course, I’m glad you share this passion with me.” Sam replied

“I’m sleepy, let’s go to bed now” Carrie said cutely.

“Yeah me too, but before that, can I see what those tits can do to this little guy?” Sam said with a smirk.

“Mmhmm” Carrie replied with a smile growing on her face. She rolled to her back and spread her massive bust open. The canyon of cleavage easily swallowed the tiny man as Sam dropped him onto Carrie’s sternum.

Marcus screamed as he was dropped from the giantess’s hand. One minute he’s minding his business on the prison bus, the next, he is in a plastic box surrounded by other naked men. Now he is free falling from a giant hand. He landed with a thud on a soft, but firm surface, like a gym mat. He quickly stood up to his feet to get his bearings. To his left and right were two pale white walls at seemed to extend to the heavens. Above him was a ceiling fan that was whirring at top speed and in front of him was a gigantic face. The face was rosy with passion as the giantess tilted her head to the side and smiled. The air was heavy with feminine sex scent as he took off away from the blue eyes that seemed to stare right through his soul. As he turned around, he found that his exit was obstructed by another giantess face. This one had more of a goth look, but still had the same wicked smile.

Carrie was delighted in the feeling of the shrunken man running down her sternum. His little feet tickled her sensitive flesh as he attempted to escape her gaze. Sam laid down on her belly to get a better view which seemed to stop him in his tracks. She watched him look around for some form of escape when she started to press her boobs together. She thought she could even hear him shriek as the fleshy walls started to close in on him.

Marcus realized his position now. He was standing between the breasts of a well-endowed giantess. He looked up, down and all around to find some way to escape, but there was nothing but walls of boob flesh and the giant faces. He screamed when he felt the ground moving and the walls coming in on him. “Fuck, this bitch is going to squash me with her boobs” he thought to himself as he took off running towards the blonde. The walls moved slowly at first, but then slammed together with force that knocked the wind out him.

Carrie noticed him running up towards her face as she decided to speed things up by slamming her tits together. She could feel the tiny guy get plastered to the inner walls of her bust. She released her tits and watched as he fell to his knees gasping for breath. There would be no rest for this little one she thought to herself as she slammed her boobs together again.

Marcus was coughing and struggling to catch his breath as the boobs slammed into him again. This time he fell supine. His ears were ringing as he scrambled to get to his feet. SLAM!! Again, they crushed him between them, but this time the pressure was not released.

Carrie slammed and released her boobs again watching the tiny guy struggle against her impressive bust. Sam watched with utter fascination as Carrie played her grisly game with the tiny shrunken man. She decided enough was enough and clasped her boobs together on the shrunken man. She could feel him struggling to escape as she started to grind her breasts up and down.

Marcus fought with all his strength to escape the warm embrace of the gigantic titties, but he was no match for them.  He felt his shoulder dislocate as the walls started moving in opposite directions, smearing his little body against themselves. He felt his ribs cave in, spine rupture, then nothing.

Carrie pressed her little titty victim hard and started to grind out his body between her massive bust. She started to feel a warm trickling of fluid start to flow down towards her abdomen, signaling that the tiny guy had been crushed and pulverized between her boobs. She grinded him a few more times for good measure then released her breasts to fall to their natural resting places. Where the tiny guy once stood, was now a mashed, unrecognizable mess of organs and viscera that left tiny thinning ropes connecting her breasts as they separated.

“You’re fucking amazing!” Sam exclaimed as she wiped the mess from their most recent victim away using tissues from the bedside table.

“Little fucker didn’t stand a chance against these tits” Carrie said as she gave herself a quick boob shake while nestling her head in her pillow and pulling up the covers.

“Not at all” Sam said as she threw the balled-up tissues into the garbage can across the room.

“Good night” Carrie said with closed eyes, seemingly at ease with the fact that she just crushed the life out of a tiny person using nothing but her breasts.

“Night” Sam replied while turning off the lights and getting under the covers next to Carrie.

Both girls passed out from there night of sexual exploration and wine consumption. The plastic container of men still resting on the top of the sheets- uncovered and slightly tilted to the side…

Carrie awoke to the golden glimmer of the morning sun as it bathed both girls in filtered sunlight through the semi-opened blinds. She let out a tired yawn as she stretched her arms up in the air. Her head slightly pounded with the aftermath of the bottles of wine consumed from the night prior. She hoisted herself up in the bed and admired the beautiful girl that made her night. Sam was still asleep on her side as Carrie swung her legs off the bed, slipped on a tank top and some panties, and made her way to the bathroom.

About halfway to the bathroom, she heard a distinctive CRUNCH emitted from under the ball of her right foot. Still half asleep, she lazily lifted her foot to see what she had just stepped on. There was a splatter of blood left on the wooden floor that matched the blood stain on the bottom of her foot. She focused her eyes to see the splattered remains of one of the shrunken inmates from her previous night of fun with Sam as it sloughed off her pink skin and landed on the hard wooden floor with a splat.

“That’s funny” she thought to herself. “I don’t remember leaving any of them out last night” even though most of the night was still a blur.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed tiny movement on the floor towards the end of the hallway. She made her way over to get a better view of what she saw. Sure enough, there was another shrunken man on the floor booking it to the doorway.

Bewildered, Carrie reached down and plucked the tiny man off of the floor between her thumb and forefinger. As he wriggled in her grasp, Carrie felt the compulsion to squeeze her fingers together to exterminate the tiny man as if he was just an intrusive bug.

“Better tell Sam that we have a few escapees running around” she thought to herself. She was heading back to the bedroom to wake Sam when suddenly her bladder reminded her of the reason why she got up. Looking around, she saw an empty coffee mug sitting on the kitchen counter. She walked over to it and dropped the tiny prisoner inside to deal with him later before making her way to the bathroom.

After relieving herself and washing her face with cold water, Carrie exited the bathroom and headed to the bedroom to inform Sam of her discovery.

“Hey Sam, I think some of the tinies got out while we slept- I accidentally stepped on one in the hallway and found another running towards the door.” She announced.

Sam stirred as she awoke to Carrie’s announcement. Carrie half expected her to be surprised or angry that there are now an unknown number of shrunken prisoners loose in her house. This was not the case as Sam simply yawned and smiled at Carrie.

“Well, I guess you’ll have to get an exterminator here when you get a chance to deal with your pests, or you can deal with them yourself.” Sam said as she adjusted her dark rim glasses over her nose.

“Oh, I can handle a few bugs no sweat, but what if one gets outside and alerts someone?” Carrie asked.

“Do you honestly think any of these shrunken fucks could live a day out there? The world is a cruel place, but it is much more hostile towards small things.” Sam said as she was pulling the covers off. “Besides, maybe your friend you found could be persuaded to rat out his fellow escapees.”

Carrie had never thought of it, but she did have one tiny trapped in a coffee mug. She was never a cruel girl, but she definitely wanted to find the remaining missing prisoners- whatever it takes. Her thoughts sunk to darkness. Being a giantess allowed for everyday utensils and kitchen appliances to be tools of immeasurable persuasion for a tiny man to give up his fellow inmates. Horrors that humans were never meant to face. A pair of dull scissors that could only cause a minor cut on a normal sized person could sever limbs completely and decapitate with ease. Thumb tacks could impale and crucify a tiny man with only a few delicate movements of her cruel fingers. A simple cigarette lighter could incinerate a whole tiny man with just a simple flick of her finger. A blender could puree one in seconds. Carrie shuttered at the thought and hoped that it wouldn’t come to it as she picked up the mug that was holding her trapped tiny.

“Hey Carrie, I gotta fly, JT needs me at the studio to set up for the last set.” Sam called out from the bathroom. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, just take care of the remaining tinies and JT will be none the wiser.”

Carrie looked down at the tiny man trapped in the dirty coffee mug. He looked so pitiful as he stumbled to hold balance as she held the mug in her hands. There was no hope of escaping from the confines of the coffee mug. His whole world was the white ceramic walls with distinctive coffee stains and the smell of old coffee permeating the air. Above him were the gentle blue eyes of one of the girls that was responsible for the humiliating extermination of his fellow prisoners the night before.

Carrie gave the mug a small shake to knock the little guy down. Once he turned onto his back to look up she asked: “Are you going to tell me where the rest of you guys are?”

The tiny in the mug shouted back “Fuck you bitch, I’ll never talk.”

Carrie could barely make out what he was saying but the message was delivered. She let out a soft giggle as she mocked him by letting out a grin, “we will see about that little man”. She then gave the mug a quick playful shake before setting it down to give Sam a quick kiss goodbye as she headed towards the door.

Carrie watched Sam’s car pull out of her driveway and speed off down the road, leaving her in the silence of her own home. She closed and locked the door behind her with a new mission on her mind: hunting down the missing tinies. She surveyed the room briefly, no doubt all remaining men are in hiding. She then went down on all fours and crawled around the living room.

There was a slight movement near one of the legs of the couch that caught her attention. Carrie lunged toward the wooden support to find another shrunken prisoner. She roughly grabbed him with her hand and held him close to her face. Her eyes beaming down on him as she sat on the floor with her back to the couch. She noticed he was terrified, but he didn’t seem as defiant as the other tiny she found.

“Do you know where the rest of you guys are hiding” She asked.

The tiny in her hand let out a wail before shaking his head no.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, I guess that means you’re no longer of use to me” Carrie whispered. “Guess I’ll have to just eat you.”

With that she raised the tiny man above her open mouth. Her bright white teeth glistened in the sunlight as she stuck out her tongue to accept her meal. The tiny man between her fingers screamed as she lowered him towards her awaiting maw.

She then licked him slowly from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, leaving him soaked in her saliva. She held him up once again, ready to toss him in for real this time when she noticed that he was fully erect.

Carrie chuckled, “Is that for me?” while pointing at his tiny erection.

The tiny man tried to conceal his arousal feebly in embarrassment.

“Do you get turned on by our size differences and all of the possibilities that we can now enjoy?”

The tiny man looked down, slightly ashamed and nodded yes.

Carrie’s eyes lit up as she gently placed the tiny man in palm of her hand. “You don’t have to be ashamed of liking this, to be honest, I felt shame at first, but I grew to accept it once I understood it. Once I realized the power I have over shrunken men such as yourself, the rest of the problems of the world began to slip away.” Carrie continued, “We both have a role in this and the sooner you accept yours, the better this can be for the both of us.”

The tiny man in her palm seemed to ponder the thought and gave a tiny thumbs up.

“Oh, and my name is Carrie by the way” she said. “What’s yours?”

The tiny man in the palm of her hand fell on he back as she pulled her hand closer to her ear to hear him shout.

“Tim!” the tiny man exclaimed while trying to stand up.

“Well Tiny Tim, hope you don’t mind me calling you that, what do you say we work together on a little issue I’m having. You see, I need to find the rest of the shrunken guys that escaped last night, and I think we could work something out that benefits the both of us.”

“If you let me live, I will be your slave to do whatever you want” Tim shouted towards Carrie’s ear.

Carrie chuckled, “you’re not in much of a place to do much bargaining, but I can accept that as there happens to be an open spot for that position.”

Tim continued: “you also have to protect me from the other prisoners, I don’t get along with most of them, especially the guy you have in the mug, he used to beat me up daily.”

“I knew he was a little shit” Carrie said as she started to stand up and walk to the kitchen where the mug and tiny prisoner remained. “Want me to take care of him first as a sign of good faith?”

Tim nodded as he struggled to stand up once again on the unstable surface of Carrie’s palm. Each of her steps was like an earthquake to him as she slowly walked towards the kitchen. He looked up and saw those beautiful blue eyes staring down at him.

“How would you like me to end him, Tim?” Carrie asked slightly doe eyed. “I want to see how creative you can be.” She said with a wink and a smile.

Tim’s heart was fluttering. He always had the GTS kink, but he kept it inside. He has never told anyone about his fetish, mainly because of fear of rejection, but also because it was simply impossible to act out on his desires. Now he has found himself in the palm of a real-life beautiful giantess who seems to actually enjoy being a giantess. His former tormenter was now at his mercy because of the power that Carrie now held.

“I want you to swallow him whole, he was terrible to me, and I don’t want his end to be quick.” Tim shouted to Carrie.

“Ohhh, I like that one”, Carrie purred as she gently set Tim down on the counter.

Tim took in his surroundings. Next to him was a monolithic coffee mug that he knew contained a man his size. In the distance across a plain of yellowish white countertop was a white microwave with 12:00 flashing on the timer indicating that Carrie just didn’t care enough to reset it since the last power flicker. A yellowish white refrigerator stood in the distance that cast a loud humming sound that would be easy to be deaf to had it not been for his sudden introduction to his new reality. He was broken from his trance when Carrie suddenly tilted the cup to the side to drop his former tormentor out right next to him.

“Oh shit” cried Tim as he started to run away as the man in the cup began to stand up.

“I’m going to kill you Tim” shouted the man as he took off to catch Tim.

“Nuh uh uh” teased Carrie as she easily plucked the man from the cup between her thumb and forefinger and held him at eye level.

“Tim here says that you have been particularly terrible to him while in prison.” Carrie said mockingly while dangling the diminutive man before her face. She could make out a slew of expletives shouted from the tiny prisoner.

Carrie continued: “Tim and I are buds now, so he decided your fate, and I agree it’s the best way to get rid of you. See, I was going to just squish you like a bug, but Tim is a creative one. It truly is a shame how you treated him; you could have been the one deciding the fate of the other prisoners.”

With that Carrie tilted her head back and opened her mouth. She began to slowly lower the thrashing prisoner into her awaiting maw. She felt a slight tickle of his feet kicking as he passed her lips and made contact with her tongue. She then let go and felt the weight of his tiny body fall onto her tongue. He was putting up a good fight battling her tongue as she sloshed him around in her mouth, feeling every inch of his tiny body as he fought for his life. She would ram him against the roof of her mouth and then roll him from side to side against her teeth, teasing him with his demise. The battle was already lost on his part though, there was no possible way for him to escape this one. Carrie tilted her head back ready to swallow when she noticed Tim on the counter. He was staring at her wide eyed, and very much aroused. She took advantage of this opportunity to play along with Tim’s fantasy by lowering her face to counter level. She made direct eye contact with Tim as she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for Tim to see his former tormentor.

Tim saw Carrie smile then lower herself to the counter level and open her mouth for him to see the other prisoner. In the middle of her tongue was the guy that had broken his spirit by daily bullying. Now he was completely saturated in this giantess’s mouth and completely at her mercy. He couldn’t help but feel his stiffening member at the sight before him. The prisoner in Carrie’s mouth coughed and called out to Tim for mercy, but none would be granted today. Carrie gave a wink and quickly closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Tim swore he could notice a lump going down Carrie’s neck as she swallowed and exhaled in pleasure. She then opened her mouth to show that her now empty mouth had made the other tiny prisoner completely disappear.

It was too much for Tim, he yearned to pleasure himself to Carrie for her cruel act of revenge. As he reached down to stroke his member, Carrie stopped him.

“We will get to that later, first we need to find the other prisoners.” She admonished.

Tim sighed and agreed. “I saw two run under the couch, one ran for the kitchen, and one ran towards the bathroom.”

“That’s better” Carrie said excitedly as she picked Tim up in her right hand. “Let’s get this over with so I can stop by my old work to put in my notice.”

Carrie walked over to the couch, set Tim down on the coffee table, and got down on all 4s to get a better look under it. She used her phone light to see better when sure enough, she saw two tiny men running for cover behind one of the legs. “Not so fast” she scolded as she reached for them. She was able to grab one with her left hand while the other ran out into the open. Carrie set her phone down on the coffee table and stood up to her full height. The tiny man was running towards the coffee table when he was scooped up by Carrie’s right hand.

Carrie admired her catch and the value of the information given to her by Tim. She dropped both men on her glass coffee table a few feet away from Tim. She gently picked up Tim and placed him under the table. “Here is your first reward for helping me find these guys” Carrie announced as she placed her right bare foot on the glass table near the two prisoners.

Tim could see the pressure under her foot as her foot went from light pink to bright white as she applied a little pressure on the glass table. He saw her smile as she raised right foot again, but this time she hovered it over the two shrunken prisoners. She gritted her teeth as she lowered it towards the terrified men. One of the shrunken men was able to dodge successfully while one got trapped under her foot. Carrie continued to add weight slowly as the man violently attempted to fight her foot off. There came a point when there was no more room for movement, so he became trapped and immobilized by the soft pad of Carrie’s right foot. Carrie began to add more weight once she noticed the movements stop until she felt the familiar pop of a shrunken body crushing under her weight.

Tim was awestruck at the display above him. He was able to fully see everything as her foot blanched from pink to white and when the shrunken prisoner’s body finally gave in. He saw the rush of red liquid erupt from his body as his corpse flattened underneath Carrie’s cute foot. He could see Carrie’s elated expression as she raised her heel and started to twist her foot back and forth turning the man into mush. The other prisoner on the table howled in fear and ran away from Carrie’s foot as it was sloshing back and forth. He got to the edge of the table when he realized there was no way out of this one. He looked up to see the giantess staring down at him.

Carrie finished grinding out the first prisoner on her glass table and winked at Tim through the glass. She could see that he was loving this, and she loved the fact that she had a little fan. She felt like rewarding Tim for his good behavior in letting her know the locations of the remaining men. She noticed the other prisoner standing at the edge of the table looking down. She used this opportunity to lift her right foot again and move it closer to the remaining prisoner.

Tim watched as Carrie lifted her right foot from the mess she made of the first prisoner. Her foot made a “Schulch” sound as the liquified entrails of the first prisoner adhered to her soft foot skin. He watched her slowly move her foot towards the other prisoner wiggling her toes playfully.

“I’m going to squish you under my foot like a bug” Carrie said mockingly. Which filled the remaining prisoner with dread. He suddenly jumped off of the coffee table and landed hard on the wooden floor. Tim ran over to the man to see that both of his legs were obviously broken and he was trembling. The ground rumbled as the giantess positioned herself over the two tiny men. The man with the broken legs let out a whimper as Carrie lifted her foot again.

Tim knew better than to stand close, so he backed away and watched as Carrie lowered her right foot on the broken man. Tim felt a hint of guilt as he watched the foot lower onto the helpless man. Here he was standing on the wooden floor of the living room watching this cruel young woman snuff the life out of his fellow prisoners without mercy. He knew no one was coming to his or anyone’s rescue and that he was lucky enough that this giantess took favor in him, or else he would have already been a stain under her foot. His trance was broken by the increased wailing coming from beneath the foot that was right in front of him. Carrie’s painted toes flexed playfully as she toyed with the broken man by applying some pressure, then letting off.

“Wanna get close?” She asked Tim.

Tim decided to live in the moment and put aside all humanity to enjoy the fact that his fantasy is now coming true despite all odds. He crouched down to see the doomed man under the massive foot. He looked up to see Carrie standing tall, above like a tower. Her left hand caressed her right breast through her shirt as her right hand was tracing up and down the outside of her panties, teasing herself.

“Holy fuck” Tim thought to himself, “she really enjoys this.”

With that, and much to Tim’s surprise, Carrie stomped down hard putting all her weight on the broken man. He compressed instantly as blood shot out drenching Tim as well as the ground around him. Tim recoiled and fell on his back from the force. He could see Carrie barring her teeth as she ground out the squashed prisoner under her foot. She calmly grabbed a few tissues from the table and cleaned off her foot and the glass table from her other victim. Her face was as though she just exterminated a pest and was now doing the grisly task of clean up. Once she was done, she quickly scooped Tim up and walked over to the bathroom sink.

Tim was assaulted by the torrent of water coming from the faucet as Carrie roughly washed the blood off of him. Once he was clean, she gently patted him dry with a hand towel.

“There should be one in here somewhere, right?” Carrie asked as she set Tim down gently on the top of the porcelain toilet. He watched Carrie search around when he noticed movement down the back of the toilet. He attempted to signal her, but it was to no avail as his voice wouldn’t reach her ears. Carrie stood up in frustration of not finding the escapee around the sink or trash can when she noticed Tim signaling to look behind the toilet.

Carrie leaned over the top of the tank to see what Tim was pointing at. She had to squint to see and lowered down to get a better view. Sure enough, there was a shrunken guy hiding behind the toilet. She smiled and backed up to see Tim gasping for air laying on his back on top of the tank. She looked down and was embarrassed as she realized that she nearly accidentally crushed Tim under her voluptuous breasts when she looked over the edge.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry” she said as she gently scooped Tim up in the palm of her hand. He was gasping for air, but still intact.

One moment Tim was relieved that the giantess noticed his signaling, the next he was staring up at the biggest pair of breasts he had ever seen. He admired Carrie’s impressive bust as her tits jiggled above him while she searched behind the tank. He didn’t even consider the danger he was in until the mighty breasts above him began to lower. He screamed and looked for an escape route. His screams fell on deaf ears as the ceiling above him began to lower. There was nothing that could be done, so he embraced his fate and attempted to run to her cleavage where at least there might be less chance of being crushed. Tim became overwhelmed by Carrie’s enormous bust as she unknowingly settled her assets on the porcelain tank cover. It was a soft, but unstoppable pressure that began to build. Just as he was about to blackout, the weight was suddenly lifted, and he was greeted by a concerned looking Carrie.

Carrie pulled back the shower curtain and gently set Tim down on the edge of the bathtub while he caught his breath. She wasted no time in capturing the escaped prisoner from behind the toilet and deposited him in the tub of the shower so there was no possible way he could get away from her while she checked on Tim.

“Guess I need to be a little bit more careful” Carrie said as she sat down on the bathroom floor to be more on Tim’s level. “Are you ok?”

Tim gave a thumbs up and started to stand up. He was on a narrow strip of white porcelain with steep drops on either side. One side was the giantess that he was growing fond of, and the other side was a white porcelain basin that now trapped a helpless tiny prisoner. He watched from his vantage point as the tiny many made hopeless attempts at scaling the vertical walls of the tub. Every time he tried; he would slide right back to the middle of the tub.

Carrie got up on her knees and rubbed her belly. Tim was just about at the level of her navel. “Mmmm, you know I can still feel that guy I swallowed fighting me in there.” Tim swore he could barely hear a scream emitted from her stomach area as she moved closer for him to get a close up of her stomach. “It’s such a turn on knowing that he will eventually become part of me.” She purred as she lifted her tank top to just under her breasts to admire her flat belly.

“You sit here and recover, I’m going to go to the kitchen to find the last escapee, do me a favor and keep an eye on that guy down there” Carrie said as she stood up and left the room.

Carrie walked around the corner down the hallway of her house and began to search the floor in the kitchen. After a few minutes, she saw movement next to the refrigerator. Before the tiny guy could get out of reach, she was on him and had him in the grasp of her hand. She stood up and walked back to the bathroom where Tim and the other tiny prisoner were.

Carrie lowered her hand into the tub and dropped the second prisoner in the confines of the tub. She looked at her phone and saw what time it was and started to get undressed.

Tim watched as the giantess returned with another terrified shrunken man in her grasp. The way she just walked in like the whole scenario was completely ordinary caused him to shudder. How could this girl be so comfortable exterminating the prisoners? He thought to himself. He watched as her long arm dropped the new shrunken prisoner in the tub with the other one. His attention was immediately on Carrie as she began to undress right in front of him.

Carrie reached over to the temperature dial and turned on the shower. The shrunken men on the floor of the tub ran for cover from the torrent of water suddenly falling from above. Bucket sized drops of water fell around them and threatened to sweep them away towards the drain which would mean certain death. The two men ran to the sides of the tub to escape the main spray from the shower. Carrie then picked Tim up and placed him in the empty soap holder while she stepped into the shower.

Completely ignoring all three shrunken men, she went about her hygiene routine starting with pouring liquid soap into her hands and working it around her body. She didn’t realize how dirty she was after the night with Sam and her extermination of the shrunken prisoners. It was feeling so good to get clean again. She watched as some dried blood from her feet formed faint ribbons leading to the drain. As her hands explored her body, she looked down to see that she had three admirers. Her thoughts glazed over the events of the night before and her nipples began to stiffen in arousal. Her left hand crept up to caress her left breast while her right hand lowered to her awaiting pussy. Rubbing her clit in slow circles she relaxed her shoulders and let out a low moan. As her arousal increased, so did the pace at which she was rubbing her clit. She looked to the shrunken men and Tim and smiled.

“Tim, feel free to join me in rubbing one out, cleanup is easy in here” she said with a wink. She could see Tim masturbating to her naked body which turned her on further. She lifted her right foot up and moved it to the two prisoners in the tub. This caused them to split and run in either direction.

“Go ahead and run, there’s no escape in here.” She said mockingly. “At least we won’t have to worry about clean up now will we?”

She slammed her foot down near one of the shrunken men. The blast of water knocked him over and he fell face down on the tub. She granted him no mercy as she raised her other bare foot up and slammed it on his tiny body. His tiny body exploded from the sudden increase in pressure. His blood mixing with the soapy water washed away towards the drain. Within seconds, there was nothing left of the man that once stood there.

Carrie giggled at how easy it was to dispose of the men in here. She would have to let Sam know of this technique later she thought to herself. Carrie looked at the other terrified man who was backed into the corner of the tub. She knew she was getting close, but just needed something to take her over the edge. She reached down and picked up the tiny naked guy. She held him in between her fingers when she got a devilish idea. She then gently lowered him to her right erect nipple.

“You better hold on for your life” she commanded.

The tiny guy obliged knowing that there was really no alternative. Carrie’s knees got weak as she felt the tiny guy grip onto her erect nipple. She stood there for a few seconds admiring his strength while her hands explored her womanhood. Feeling like she was close, she knew what she had to do to achieve orgasm. Standing over the soap tray that contained Tim, she leaned forward towards the wall.

The shrunken prisoner was too preoccupied with holding on for his dear life to realized that the wall of the shower was fast approaching. He looked over to the other breast that Carrie was grasping. He watches as her fingers alternated between rubbing her nipple and squeezing the breast. He knew what would happen if she decided to play with the breast that he now held onto. Next thing he felt was a hard surface slam into his back. Carrie felt her hard nipple contact the cold tile of the shower wall. She could feel orgasm coming so she pushed forward.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as the wave of pleasure overtook her. She pushed hard against the wall and felt the tiny prisoner smash between her nipple and the tile. That was enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy contracted and released a squirt of her juices as she violently ran her fingers over her clit. Her legs were getting weak and as a result she lowered herself towards the tub. This fully smeared the tiny prisoner against the tile as she sat down, dragging her breast in a long line against the tile. Once she sat down, she let the hot water cascade over her while she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Tim was overwhelmed at the sight before him. Towering above him was the busty naked giantess that had somehow taken a liking to him. She had just dispatched one of his fellow prisoners under her lovely foot and was in the process of touching herself. He nearly came when she told him to masturbate to her. As he was pleasuring himself, he watched with curiosity as she picked up the last shrunken prisoner. When she forced the prisoner to hold onto her nipple, he knew he was getting close. Part of him was jealous of the man holding onto the mammoth nipple. This jealousy faded quickly when he watched her approach the wall above him and crush the poor man against the cold tile without mercy. Her bulbous breast spread out and flattened against the tile as a thin line of blood traced downward to his position. He was pushed to orgasm when he saw the gigantic pussy above him contracting and orgasming. He rested back in the soap tray as the giantess lowered herself to the floor of the tub.

After a few breaths, Carrie stood up and turned the shower head to the bloody splotch on the wall. The torrent of water easily washed away the remains of the shrunken nipple toy. She looked down at Tim and smiled.

“Hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” She said between breaths.

She reached over to the knob and turned of the water. Tim watched from his position as she used a towel to dry off. After a few minutes he was picked up by Carrie and was set on a hand towel on the sink while she got ready. Carrie left for a few minutes and came back fully dressed for the day.

She was wearing black leggings, black bra, and a black rock band T-shirt that hug her impressive bust nicely.

“Ok, I need to stop by my old job to let them know I quit, and you’re going to come with me.” She continued, “As you can see, I don’t have any pockets, and I don’t think you’ll survive in my purse, so bra or panties?”

Tim was in shock and didn’t know what to decide, both had merits and downfalls. He has now seen how destructive her soft breasts can be, but he didn’t think he would last too long in the confines of her panties.

Carrie began to get impatient “Alright, I’ll pick for you” with that, she scooped him up with her right hand and lifted her shirt to her neck with her left hand. She then pulled the cup away from her right breast and dropped Tim in. He settled near the middle of the cup which was where her nipple would be. She let the bra snap back to place and pulled her shirt down, covering him completely. She admired herself for a few seconds in the mirror, ensuring that no one would notice that she had a tiny stowaway and grabbed her keys to her car. As she turned on the engine, she looked down at her right breast. There under several layers of clothing, was a tiny man who was trapped against one of her most intimate areas. She smirked and poked her boob near Tim. This elicited some tiny movements, that felt pretty good to Carrie. “You better not make a sound, or ill crush you right where you are.” She warned.

With that she pulled out of her driveway and headed to her soon to be former place of work.