Another word day Ugh. I got out of bed and checked the clock, 9AM. As I rub the tired out of my eyes I sulk my way out of bed. Another day of work I think to myself. I get the same outfit that I have to wear everyday for my shitty cook job and put it on. A lame black t shirt and jeans. Nothing inspired and nothing originally. I thought back how I had just recently started this job and was still learning and training, with that in mind I could always quit if it got to soul crushing. I went downstairs and made myself some breakfast, just a bagel and cream cheese with a fresh cup of coffee. With that I was almost running late so I grabbed my keys and drove to work. Driving in my car with only my thoughts I began to wonder if I was really lucky, After the SDD Pandemic the state of the world wasn’t the best despite the mass atrocities happening to the Inchie’s the bigger world sucked too. Even with a college degree you could no longer get any meaningful job and I was forced into the service industry. Maybe being an inchie wouldn’t even be that bad, fending for yourself in the wild, just worrying about hunting and predators of all sorts at least it would be more exciting than this shit. I arrived at the restaurant and sluggishly walked in. I greeted the other cooks on the line, there was Rob and Danny from what I had gathered they were pretty cool but its work so I’m forced to hang out with them. I walked through the restaurant saying hi and good morning to everyone, the restaurant had an almost fully female wait staff and for the most part I they were all quiet pretty. Clearly they made good tips. I got to the iPad that everyone punched in on and clocked in. I stumbled for a minute, I began to feel light headed and I had intense tunnel vison I tried to make it back towards the kitchen when I felt my vision slowly being engulfed with blackness, the last thing I remember is hitting the ground. I awoke to loud noises all around me, voices sounding like football stadium announcers, I opened my eyes but everything was still black. I tried to move but my whole body was stuck in maybe a tube or some sorts I wasn’t sure

“Oh looks like he’s awake!” I heard a feminine voice say. It sounded like it came from all around me and the tube I was in tightened up.

“Let me see, I’m still mad you found the new guy” Said another distinct female voice. I was blinded by light as the tube around me unfurled. My eyes began to adjust as I took in where I truly was. I was in the palm of one of the servers. Looking up at her face she had brown hair that was tied in a ponytail and looked to be twenty something. Her face was defined with piercing green eyes and mousier features but still attractive she also had full sleeves of tattoos and a pierced nose. The other girl staring down at me was one I recognized as Shay. She had blonde hair but with a skinnier build I practically pissed myself looking up at these two colossal women, I have to be at least two inches tall possibly less and what that really means is I contracted SDD. I am now an inchie.

“So what are you going to do with him, personally he looks tasty” Shay said. I watched as she licked her lips with a predatory look that her eyes had staring directly at me,

“The one in my shoe just gave way on the way in this morning so this is his replacement” The woman holding me said.
“Wasn’t that Frank? You had him in there for like a year right?” Shay replied.

“No idea who Frank is but yeah he lasted a long time, Hope this one lasts longer honestly I hate breaking in new ones.” The woman holding me said that as her hand clasped around me once more, I was thrust downward until I was practically at the floor. I could see her work shoes. With her other hand she grabbed the tan timberland boots that was stained with bits of food and grossness of working in restaurants, she removed the shoe to show her socked foot and her toes wiggled in the fresh air. I noticed that the toes of her sock were stained red, there was a paste of some sort coating the ball of her foot all the way to the toes.

“How do you always get yours to last so long, mine pop after like four days” Shay said.

“I don’t know, hey can you cover my shift tomorrow?” My captor said, and with that she brought me closer to her socked foot. As my body was moved closer and closer I cold make out the details of the red paste. It wasn’t jam or anything of that nature, it was remains. I was mortified, this was the tiny she talked about that had today of all days decided to explode under her foot. My mind began to race, would I meet the same fate? I need to get out of this! I Began to scream and trash but it was no use, her hand was still bringing me closer to her toes and the mess under them. I could smell the foot odor emanating off her foot and with a final act of cruelty she pressed my body into her toes, my head resting near the big toe but my body wedged between her toes and the ball of her foot. I still didn’t know this mystery servers name, I had never seen her before today and now I was going to be her Inchie Insole. The gore of the last inchie covered my body as her toes squeezed the air from my lungs. The taste of iron and sweat overwhelmed my senses. I was covered in bits of blood and guts as her foot moved towards the mouth of her shoe. Her toes were holding me in place and I no longer could hear the conversation but I doubt it was about me anymore. The mouth of the shoe was growing ominously close and I tried so hard to break free from the grasp of her socked toes. The light is fading around me, she is putting her shoe back on but this time along with me in it. The smell grew more and more intense and the heat from the shoe grew. The light faded around me as the foot holding me in place fully entered the shoe. It was now pitch black and my eyes could not adjust in time. I was moved deeper and deeper the smell of not only feet and sweat but also blood and viscera grew stronger. With a final thud her foot settled in place and the toes around me relaxed pressing myself into what I could only imagine is the gore left behind from the soul who’s job I have been promoted too. I’m mortified the fear consuming my body. The only things I could feel was the gore I was covered and sitting in reminding me of my future and the looming presence of the white socked toes above me. Her toes began to wiggle feeling my entire body and suddenly the pressure of her foot began to rise. The wind from my lungs were pushed out as the pressure increased rapidly. I felt as if I would meet the same fate as the last inchie that was in my place. The pressure stopped just before I thought that my body was going to give way. Then she started to walk, I felt my stomach sink into my feet as the shoe and the foot guiding it thrust themselves into the air. I am held in place pretty well by her toes and I began to brace for impact of the inevitable step back down. There is a moment of free falling and my body is now being pressed upwards into her toes not enough to shake me from my position. And then the foot lands and the pressure rises again. I don’t know if I’m going to last long with this constant movement. I’m scared and wondering what step will be my last as she just goes about her day.

I very quickly am losing track of time. I think it’s been several hours with nothing of note going on. The heat rose and the sweat began to pool soaking her already wet with blood sock and myself. Occasionally there will be time periods where she is not moving and her toes begin to squeeze and press into me to ease her boredom. I can hear things outside the shoe but not in the clarity to make out words just the low rumble of her movements and the conversations she’s having. I have a lot of time to think now, I wonder what it was like for the last Inchie in my position, a year is a long time, I feel worn out and its barely been through a single shift. Time is passing slow in her boot, the remains of the last tiny never got a chance to dry and the sweat coming off her foot was keeping it all moist. The toes curled around my tiny form again, she clearly enjoyed the feeling of an inchie in her shoe. I wonder if there’s another one in the other boot? I guess ill never find out.

The noise of the restaurant stopped and I can hear a car starting. My entire prison tipped upwards as I can only assume her foot is on the pedal. I’m slipping away from the toes, this new position is sending me under the ball of her foot. This can’t be good. I’m under the ball of her foot and the pressure here is more intense than the toes, the rough fabric of the sock is suffocating and every time she accelerates her foot presses into me. The car engine stops. Oh god I’m still under the ball of her foot, the shoe changes positions to resting and I’m being crushed, her foot touches the ground and all the air leaves my lungs, *CRACK* My arm snapped under the weight, this is it. With my eyes closed I wait for the inevitable, but it doesn’t come, the boot tilts again and the toe slams against the ground throwing me out from under the ball back to her toes. She then takes the step with me safe for the most part. My arm is clearly broken and the pain is searing, I don’t know what to do and her toes just keep scrunching my whole body. The pressure resides and her foot leaves the shoe. The rush of fresh air comes from the opening and for the first time since going in I can see again. I’m not sure if the blood is mine or the last inchies but as I feel around my body I can’t find any wounds other than the pain in my arm. The shoe is lifted into the air and I tumble from the toes to the heel and hit the back of the boot. I look up and see the face of my captor, she seems tired and has a concerned look on her face. She’s examining me and it only lasts a second before her face moves from the opening, The shoe is placed back on the floor and she walks away. I sit and wait, with more lighting I’m able to explore the shoe more, they are obviously old. There’s wear and tear that I imagine she doesn’t even notice and why would she, she isn’t living in them. The number 8 is written on the insole of the shoe I noticed as well as a clear darkening of the insole of where her foot rests. I see other parts of the shoe that are stained red a grim reminder that I am not the first to be tapped in this boot. The remains of frank are drying out and as they do the outline of her toe prints start to shine through. Its weird to be this tiny. The boot feels like a house almost if houses smelled like feet and rotting flesh. There must be a way out, climbing doesn’t seem like it would get me anywhere as the opening is far to high for me to reach and the side of the boot is a slick almost nylon texture. I guess ill just wait.

Day turned to night. I could hear a TV or someone talking maybe in the distance a few times. I wonder if she lives alone or if there are others. So far no one has come in or out of the door and the house is dark now. The lights in whatever room I was left in with the shoes are not on and its just complete darkness now. My nose slightly got used to the smell where it was bearing but now my stomach gurgles for food. How did the last Inchie last so long? Was she feeding him? These thoughts raced through my mind. The only edible thing was the remains of frank and they had already begun to turn so that was ever more so out of the question than before. finally, after thinking and thinking I passed out from exhaustion.

I was awoken with a jolt. My body flew to the toe of the boot. Panicked I realized that this was not my bed in my apartment. I didn’t know where I was and then I saw the black socked foot entering the mouth of the boot. I remember now, I diminished yesterday. Her socked toes scrunched around me as the laces were tied above me. I was back under her toes. I thought that she would’ve talked to me by now possibly, or even acknowledge my existence with something other than her toes. But no, I wasn’t that important clearly. I was to make her shifts more comfortable and more so I was replaceable. She began her drive and it was much the same as it was yesterday, I’m getting used to the pressure more than the day before so I guess that’s nice. She walked into work and I hung desperately to her toes as not to get dislodged and crushed. It was quiet, clearly the place wasn’t open and she was going in early to set up. Though it was hard to hear the outside world through the sock, her foot, and the boot I still could make out a few people talking

“Still got that inchie Kay?” I heard what I thought to be the voice of Shay say.

“Huh? Oh you mean the one I found yesterday, yeah still in my boot” She said lifting her boot up and scrunching her toes around me.

“I have a feeling that this one is at least going to make it through the week, ya know some just fit really nice under the toes and he fits perfect” Kay my captor said. I realized I finally got her name. Kay. I remember seeing it on the schedule but we never worked shifts together.

“Who got a new Inchie?” Said a third unknown female voice.

“The new guy diminished the other day and now Kay has him in her boot” Shay said.

“how come you always find the guys that diminish at work, its so unfair” The unknown voice said

“Calm down Lyds, if you came in on time you would’ve gotten him first” Kay said. The conversation changed to work life and the shift for the day. As Kay walked around more the heat began to rise just like yesterday. Her socks started to get damp and the air was humid. The smell of cheesy feet was all that I cold smell and the fact that it was pitch black in the boot and I couldn’t see heightened my other senses. The noise of the restaurant drowned out really anything I would’ve heard if it was quiet. Kay toes wiggled and scrunched at my tiny form any chance they got. They began to squeeze me, the sock wet and thick in my face. I was being water boarded practically I tried to push back with my arms but this prompted the squeezing to get tighter hurting my already broken arm. I noticed that Kay liked with I squirmed a bit. The toes poked and prodded only when I lay still for too long. If I consistently move then the torrent of toes dies down. She must get some sick pleasure from feeling me wiggle under her toes. It must have been hours by now, at this point I’m covered head to toe in my own sweat and hers, my body is bruised and battered from a day at work. Maybe I should just throw myself under the ball of her foot. Just end this torturous hell, I can’t, I can’t kill myself yet there has to be a way out of here, maybe in a week or a month she will slip up and ill escape, go somewhere nice. Maybe the nearby woods try to find a colony of wild Inchies. There was talks a lot about Inchies that hide in the woods in old tree stumps or abandoned pipes.

Kay finally removed her foot from the boot. It feels like a swamp in here, the air is musty and humid and the heat left from her foot emanated the walls around me, bringing myself to my feet I see that I'm standing in a puddle of sweat, so thirsty and exhausted I lap up as much as I can, Its salty and some tastes like rotting flesh, parts of frank and others who have met there end here must get re-hydrated every day she goes to work and sweats this much. I collapse in the puddle still hungry but my thirst quenched for now. Comparatively in size there must be more water than salt in her sweat right? I at least tell myself this to make the situation seem better. The light coming from the opening of the boot quickly goes out and I jolt up expecting Kays foot but to my surprise its her hand, She places something at the heel of her shoe and I hear the booming of her footsteps getting further and further away. I walk carefully over to the heel to inspect what she left. Its breadcrumbs. A small piece of bread, a crumb to a normally sized person such as Kay but to me it’s a whole loaf maybe even more. Without hesitation I ravage the bread and rip piece after piece eating the entire thing. I feel sick to my stomach I ate so much bread. So this is how frank survived so long. No words get exchanged and besides playing with me under her toes there is no acknowledgement but in some way shape or from she cares for me, wants to keep me alive for as long as possible. Feeding me is a chore she has to do like taking out the trash or doing the dishes. She doesn’t talk to the dishes or trash she just does the task. I am an object to her, my value is tied to how well I keep her distracted at work under her feet. The reality is weighing heavy on my that when I lost my size my value and worth diminished too. I’m barely an Inchie, I’m just a foot toy. Tears streamed down my face, my vision blurry and my body exhausted, I collapsed.

My body aches as I stretch and wake up. Looking out the mouth of the shoe I can see that it’s clearly night. The lights are off in the front hallway. I can hear the faint walking and moving of kay. I get up to my feet and stretch my legs. Looking at my arms other than the one still in pain from a break someplace in it, they are red and purple, bruised from being under the foot of a giant. It looks like the rest of my body is the same way, bruised and battered. I’m hearing footsteps getting closer and closer. Staring out of the boot I’m blinded. A flashbang just went off and before I can even move the darkness sets back in but not from the light but Kays foot. I have no time to react as her bare sole enters the boot. When her heel pops into place I’m stuck under her arch. The arch is much tighter than the toes, I can’t move at all and I can barely breathe. There’s a lot more pressure and her barefoot instantly begins to sweat. What could she be doing? Her weight settles onto me and she begins to walk. The first step knocks the air out of my lungs. This is it isn’t it? The arch is where Inchies go to die. Step after step after step each time increasing the pressure and the heat. Kays foot actually smells nice for a change too. Like peaches or maybe a citrus but that smell doesn’t last as she continues to walk the sweat continues to pool. My body sticks to her sole like glue. I’m drenched now in her sweat and mine, the walking has stopped and she’s just standing on me, at least with walking there’s a chance to catch my breath but when she’s just standing there’s no way to get any air. The pressure the heat, its all getting to me, the lack of oxygen in my brain. I feel so dizzy, this is it. I blacked out.
I’m woken up by the sound of something loud crashing. Getting my bearing I’m still under the arch. I realize the sound is the door to her house shutting, I hear it every day. How long was I out? Kays’s foot begins to move but this time I’m stuck to it. I try to move my limbs or even my head but my whole body is stuck to her arch like glue. She lifts her foot out of the shoe with me still on it. Panicking I do everything I can to remove myself. I can see the ground below me and it starts getting closer and closer. Her foot steps down onto the cold linoleum. I brace for impact. This is going to be it. Her foot makes contact with me still under the arch and the pressure is like none I’ve experienced before but just as quickly as it came it leaves and I’m no longer stuck to her foot. As the colossal Kay walks away from me the lights go off and I am left on the cool ground.
For the first time since diminishing I’m free. Should I run and try to escape? What if she gets mad when she finds me? Guess I’ll just have to not get caught. I take a moment to rest. I’m all good and rested so now its time to explore. The front hall is huge and what usually would take me a few steps to traverse now is going to take me possibly the whole night. My eyes adjust to the dark and I can see that she’s left her work bag on the side table but the strap is hanging off allowing an easy way up. I get myself ready and begin the climb. The black leather of the strap makes climbing it fairly easy just got to stay focused. About half way up I’m getting tired and looking down it seems like this is scaling a building at this size. The strap suddenly shifts. Looking up I see that the bag was already teetering to begin with but my weight must be sending it over the edge. The bag slips off the side table. I lose my grip and begin to freefall and brace for impact.
Its dark again, and it seems that the fall didn’t kill me, but this was a different dark than the last dark I was in. feeling my way around I bumped into a wall. Feeling what it was it was clear that the black leather purse had landed on top of me trapping me inside. I push against the leather but its not budging. Feeling my way all around I can feel some of the contents that have dropped out of her purse. The usual girl purse things, lipstick, lose change, a pad and tampon, crumbs, and gum. There’re other things I cant make out in the dark but the reality of my situation is that I’m fucked. Me being trapped by her is not only showing that I escaped but also that I knocked over her whole purse. Looking for maybe a place to hide I find a zipper on the inside, a little pocket within the purse. With my last remaining energy, I unzip it and out falls bones. I fall back as they drop onto me. It’s a full inchie skeleton that was in there and from the looks of the old and dried out bones that it had been there for a while, Poor guy must’ve been forgotten about or maybe had the same idea as me and was zipped shut and died inside of there. It’s also possible that Kay is just keeping the bones of someone. Maybe this was a family member of hers or a good friend. Regardless of who they were, now they were just bones and bones in my way. I hoisted myself back up and crawled into the bone pocket against my best judgment. Closing the zipper slightly I got into a good position and then fell asleep.
I awoke to the purse being flipped right side up.
“Fuck, I’m late, Shit fuck.” I heard kay say but from my small pocket I could hear her say. Things started falling back into the purse as quickly and in a hurry as she shoveled them all in. Once she had finished I heard the door open and her taking the purse with me in it to her car. The engine started and she began to drive.
Did she not feel me missing from her boot? There was not looking or even mention, clearly my presence wasn’t missed. Her taking me in her purse brought up a whole new slew of issues. Mainly how the fuck I was going to get out of this. From overhearing the other servers I doubt going to any of them from help would have me ending up in some other shoe or even worse one of their stomachs. If I do get a chance to escape especially stay away from Shay. The car stopped and yet again the bag I was in was grabbed. Rushing into work to not be late she could care less about the safety of the content of her purse. The still agape entrance to the purse allowed me to see her practically running into the building. She opened the kitchen door and BOOM.
I went flying with all the rest of the purse contents onto the floor. She had slammed into someone.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry Kay. Here ill clean this up you go clock in.” a voice boomed above me. A very familiar voice. Turning to look up there she stood. Shay
“Thank you so much ill be right back to help clean up” Kay said leaving the room. I was now alone with Shay. I was practically at her feet. She was wearing white Reebok with black ankle socks peeping right over the shoe. Following her long white legs up my eyes reached her incredibly short jean shorts. They hugged her ass accentuating it and probably increasing the amount of tips she made. Continuing up she had on the restaurants branded T-shirt and her blonde curly hair was in a bun. Our eyes met. She most clearly was staring right at me as the grin on her face began to grow. She squatted down to start picking up the spilled content of the purse. I took off running, I chose a direction away form her and ran but her fingers were too quick and I was snatched up. She didn’t even look at me just threw me right into her back pocket. The pocket was warm and tight. Her ass fit so tight into the pants that there was barely any room for me. I was pinned as she continued to pick up the purse contents.
“Okay I’m clocked in lemme help you with that” Kay said
“Its alright I got it all here you go. I gotta go use the bathroom real quick you got everything under control?” Shay responded
“yeah I got it covered” Kay said. Shay began to walk away, the restaurant was quiet this early. The sound of the squeaking bathroom door swung open and Shay stepped in. Her hand grabbed me out of her back pocket and brought me right up to her face. The blue eyes behind her thick square glasses pierced into me. Her fingers poked and prodded, flipping me over and examining me.
“I was right, you were the guy Kay found the other day. She never takes inchies out of her boots alive so what makes you so special.” Shay asked not really expecting and answer, these all were questions to herself.
“Looks like she broke your arm, well that won’t matter soon enough. Let’s set some things straight here fucker. From now on you’re MINE. You’re going to go in my shoe and let me tell you it’s not going to be pleasant, its going to get sweaty, real sweaty. Most inches I put in them drown. I eat fuckers like you for breakfast, LITERALLY. You are no longer a person or even an inchie you’re whatever my foot wants you to be now and you’re not going to last a week, you may fucking die under my toes today. I don’t fucking care, its an honor for you to die under my feet and when you finally go you’ll still stay in my shoes until there’s nothing fucking left of you and ill add you to the long list of stupid fucking inchies that exploded under my feet because I wanted to feel them pop. Got all that? I cant wait to feel your guts in between my toes you worthless piece of shit inchie. Have fun turning into mush in my shoes, the least you can do to thank me is last more than a day.” Shay spoke all the while taking off her shoe and lowering me down into it.
“Get fucked you stupid fucking bug” was the last thing she said to me as her socked foot descended into her shoe. At this point it seemed hopeless to even try to survive. This monster clearly took pleasure in crushing and owning inchies to an unhealthy level. Yet I still ran to the toes as fast as I could. Survival instincts took over. Her black ankle sock fully entered the shoe and there was much less wiggle room for me. The white Reeboks were tight on her feet meaning that I was pressed directly into the wet, damp, hot fabric of her socks and she immediately began to sweat. She wasn’t kidding that her feet produce so much sweat. I’m used to the walking while under foot now from Kay but Shays foot was more brutal. Every step felt like she was trying to make me pop and there was no wiggling of the toes just the occasional scrunch and increase in pressure pushing down on me. The taste of her sweat was worse too, It was more salty and pungent, almost like onions but much more tangy than Kays. The day continued on and all conversations from the big world were lost on me. I was too busy focusing on survival. Shay was clearly taking much more pleasure than Kay in my suffering. Where kay was using me as an object indifferent to my suffering Shay was cruel and enjoyed when I struggled for the fact that it meant she was in control. At one point she stomped her foot down and my leg snapped or maybe just popped out of place. The pain was excruciating, and it felt like my leg was on fire. The pain died down and I can only imagine that her stomp was an attempt to snuff me out on day one. I reasoned with myself that if I escaped Kay I could escape Shay too. The sweat is building up and the sock is getting wetter and wetter. There is now a pool of sweat under me that if continually growing at the rate it could actually drown me. The wet sock felt like being waterboarded but much worse too . The heat was just growing and growing in her shoe and there was nothing I could do about it. Like she said I wasn’t even and inchie just a toy or whatever her foot wants me to be.
I began thrashing and squirming trying whatever I could to free myself from this hell but this only made her scrunch harder. The pain, the pressure, the heat, the sweat. It was all too much. My consciousness was beginning to fade. I was going to pass out and that surely would be the end for me. Her toes scrunched again pushing me deeper into them and with that my vision went black.
I awoke in darkness, it wasn’t the shoe though because there was a distinct lack of foot odor. I sat up feeling my body for injuries and found myself to be covered in bandages. A light turned on far above me. It looks like I’m in a bed but one made for inchies, the fabric is rough and not soft at all but despite my bruises and broken bones someone had patched me up. Looking out through my see through walls of the box I’m in I see a blurred figure in the doorway of the much larger room that I’m in. It’s a women and I can make out her figure, she seems to be shorter than Shay and has brown wavy hair. She is walking closer and closer to me, jumping out of bed I fall to the cold plastic floor. It seems I’m not strong enough to stand yet after passing out under shays toes. Looking to my right and left I see more cubicles all like mine with a bed and opaque walls. The ceiling of my cubical is open as the women gets closer and closer. She stops at the edge of what I can only assume is the table and her face slowly creeps over the lip of my cubical, her hair barley touching the top of the room I am in. I recognized her immediately, its Leia. Leia is one of the other cooks that I worked with, arguably very attractive with her short brown curly hair and her cute nose that points ever so slightly up, she has brown eyes and a smile on her face that under different circumstances would be endearing but now is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Her lips slightly part and her tongue slips out between them over her lips before quickly darting back inside.
“Hey Shay!, which one can I eat!” Leia shouts as her eyes still look directly through me. I can hear a voice somewhere far away, clearly its Shays but its too far away for me to hear.
“Awww come on but the other one looks so tasty!” Leia yelled again. Shay said something back that again I cannot hear. Leia’s smile quickly turned to a frown and an overdramatic one at that.
“Fine…. Come here fucker” she said in a much quieter tone clearly speaking to one of the inchies maybe even me. Her hand quickly rose over the cubicles and descended from the heavens. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball waiting for the inevitable. I waited and waited but it never came. My eyes shot open to the sound of screaming and begging. Looking up I could see the well manicured nails of Leia’s hand holding another inchie of similar stature to myself. He is kicking and screaming as Leia looks at him with hunger in her eyes. She lifts him right to her face and smile and licks her lips again. Her tongue snakes its way out and just the tip starts and the mans feet and travels all the way up to his head. He’s trying to push her away, kicking and punching and now crying but I know its no use, us inchies can’t fight back, were too small.. She makes a slurping noise and he is sucked entirely into her mouth like a long strand of pasta. She giggles in an uncharacteristic way as his arms poke out through her lips. He’s pulling himself out and she just can’t contain her laughter. His head pops out and she throws her head back hard and swift. There isn’t even a scream from the man just a loud GULP. Her hands claw at her own neck as I see the lump travel down her throat. She lets out a sigh and moves her face very close to the opening of my cubical.
*BuuUURP*
She blows the burp right into me causing me to gag, the smell is of French fry’s and burgers
“That really hit the spot, too bad its not you in there right now, you looked way tastier and I bet you’re a fighter, you just have that look in your eyes” Leia said directly to me before turning around
“You eat the brown haired one yet?” Shay said waking into the room
“yeah the one on the right” Leia replied
“No… the one on the left?” Shay said and quickly ran over to the table
“Fuckkkkkk you at the new one, this one clearly has brown hair.” Shay snapped as she looked right at me
“Aww that’s the one I wanted too. I’m Sorry Shay I swear the other one had brown hair” Leia said pouting that she didn’t get to swallow me alive and whole.
“Its alright there just stupid fucking inchies its not the biggest deal, you can still use this one for your shift tomorrow I just want him alive at shift change, I’ll be so pissed if you smash him, like I really one feel this one pop tomorrow.” Shay said annoyed at Leia.
Yeah sure no problem, *Urrrp* Fuck this one is making me gassy. Okay see you tomorrow and I promise he will be alive.” Leia said as her well manicured fingers descended upon me.

I am thrust upwards as she brings me right up to her A cup breasts, with her other hand she pulls back her shirt and bra exposing her soft breast and pink nipple. The fingers grasping me move me forward, My hands dart in front of my face to brace for impact. It feels like I was just hit by a boob train and before I know it her bra snaps back into place and I am firmly stuck to her nipple. I try to lift my head from the suffocating supple flesh covering my head and I am only able to barely get my head to be able to breathe. In this time, I feel her nipple become erect from my squirming. When I finally no longer fear getting suffocated in her small but perky breasts I finally turn my attention outwards. I hear the sound of a car and then the music on the radio. It’s a classic rock station and the song playing is come on Eileen. She hums along all the meanwhile I can only think about the Inchie digesting away in her stomach because of a miscommunication, how close I was to being in his spot right now.

“Urrrpp, Ahhhh” I heard above me from Leia, another reminder of the untimely fate that I almost ended up. Anxiety built up in my chest, all the death and close calls the past few days were getting to me mentally. My breathing increased and my vison went blurry. The boob started to close in on me. I’m going to die aren’t I? In some horrific way? Theres no avoiding it now, making it this far must have been a stroke of luck, Oh god… I’m going to die… Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! The sweat from my panicked state and the breasts I was firmly stuck to begin to build. Her sweat smelled almost sweet like some fruity perfume possibly. My limbs moved and with the new lubricant I squirmed. Panicking and knowing I needed to get out of here in any way possible I tried for freedom.

“Mhhhmmm Okay… Save that for when I get home.” Leia said from above me and I was pressed firmly into her breast. Her hand was over my whole body as she was grabbing her own chest. The air pocket I had carved out was gone and when the hand released I couldn’t find it. With one of my arms useless I couldn’t pull myself out of this one. My mind went foggy and my vision blurred before the darkness engulfed my vison.

I Awoke in a start. I tried to move my arms and legs but I couldn’t. opening my eyes the room was dark. I looked down at my body to see it restrained with string. Scanning around the room I saw it was giant in comparison to me like most places are now. The only light was strewn from a TV in the room playing some show I had never seen. Turning my focus to the other direction I saw her. There she was, Leia. She was in baggy sweat pants and a tank top with no bra, her hair let down and in one hand a pint of Ben and Jerrys and in the other a spoon. Her eyes were fixated on the TV and not at me in the slightest. Every other second or so her legs moved, it looked like she was itching her feet or scratching them. I couldn’t really tell. I watched as the spoon plunged into the pint and the chunk of cherry Garcia was brought up to her mouth and past her lips. Somewhere in her gut, probably her small intestine was that poor soul that she ate earlier. She clearly didn’t care though. She wasn’t thinking of the life she took just like tomorrow she wouldn’t think of this ice cream she was eating either.

Looking around more the coffee table I was on had the usual coasters, remotes and some old plates and cups, a bit messy but not unreasonable. I couldn’t do anything else but turn my attention to the TV and watch it with her. For the first time I had diminished I felt equal to a person much larger than me. We were at that moment just two people watching TV together. After an episode or two my attention turned back to Leia, the pint now finished and her hand gently resting on her protruding belly.

“Fuck, can’t even do a simple job ugh.” Leia spoke as she shot up and looked down to the floor at her feet. Her right foot lifted and I watched as she brought it up to the coffee table, her heel shaking as it slammed down onto it. Looking up in horror I saw her blood covered foot. For an average person it was a small foot, very delicate and well manicured but the smell hit my nose right as she brought it up. It wasn’t that of blood either, not this was the smell of sweat and foot gunk. My noise recoiled and her other foot was put up and positioned right next to the other. The blood dripped from the balls to the heels following the groves in the skin creating semi-circle after semi-circle as it dripped. The remains of another poor inchie were plastered to the balls of her feet. Nothing was recognizable anymore, maybe you could see the chunk of brain or string of intestine but for the most part it was just mush.
“Looks like its your lucky day dude, you’ve just been promoted to foot massager for the night, try not to fucking explode like your predecessor okay? I only have like three more episodes in the series anyways.” Leia said her brown eyes looking directly into mine. Her fingers plucked me off the table and placed me on the floor still bound and unable to move. I was placed on my back in the wet puddle of blood on the floor where the last Inchie met their end. I watched staring up unable to see her face just her legs illuminated by the TV light shift and begin to descend. Her right knee bent and her foot entered my view. It began its slow descent right towards me. I watched in horror as the blood soaked sole filled my entire vision. I turned my head as the ball of her foot made contact with my whole body. There was a slight buildup of pressure but then it stopped. Blood and sweat and foot grime invaded my nostrils and mouth as I spit and sputtered trying to avoid getting it in my mouth. The pressure increased slightly as I slid along the floor guided by her foot. The blood from the last Inchie made it very slippery so I slid with ease. Soon the foot lifted and repositioned and the pressure greatly increased! Her foot began to roll me up and down her sole pressing me into certain spots as I began to spin. My whole body was spinning as it went up to her toes and back down to the heel. I was covered now in gore and blood. I couldn’t see as the blood burned as it got into my eyes. The pressure released as her other foot took control. The same situation, rolling up and down, up and down. Right on her arch she pressed hard into me I thought I was going to pop. She focused me on that spot in now much smaller rolls to focus the area. My body was aching. My head was dizzy and this was life now. There was a brief break and her foot lifted off my body. I caught my breath as I opened my eyes. Her soft soles were on either side of me. I looked up and I couldn’t even see her face, she wasn’t even looking at me just idly massaging her feet with my entire body. Her one foot grabbed me with her toes. The smell here is worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. It smelled almost like vomit but viler. Her foot connected with her other one and began to now roll be between them. From her toes to heel I was being pressed into the soft flesh on all sides of me. The pressure was building I could feel my bones and jaw creak with each rotation. I tried to squirm to let her know that she was going to kill me like the last inchie in my place.

“Hehehe, No wiggling dude that tickles. You feel really good on my feet you know? I may have to see if Shay will let me keep you and then you can be my like full time foot massager. At least for a few days.” Leia said the whole time still rubbing my body up and down her soles. Her feet finally rested on the ground and allowed me to rest. Her toes gripped and played with my almost limp body at this point. I didn’t have much more fight in me. Her show finally ended and her fingers wrapped around my tired frame.

“Good fucking job dude.” Leia said as she grabbed with her other hand a long white Nike sock from the floor. The sole of it was clearly covered in dirt and grime and farther up food bits. This clearly was one of her used work socks. She opened the top of it and my eyes grew wide. I was too tired to fight so I just let it happen as she dropped me into the sock as I slipped all the way to the toe. I couldn’t even get a breath in before the smell hit. It was the worst smell I could imagine, not even there would be no words in any language to describe how bad it was. I instantly passed out.

I was falling. I screamed out in fear as I made contact with something warm soft and squishy. Looking around I was in Leia's palm.

“Phew, thought you were fucking dead dude. Shay would’ve killed me” Leia said her morning breath blasting me in the face. Her eyes shifted from me and she began walking. Her fingers curled around me. I started to turn sideways as her fist opened up and I was fee falling again. I landed with a thud and a blast in the face by the same smell as the other night. Getting to my feet I quickly realized that I was in her work shoe. Leia was known at work for her work shoes and how worn out and old they were. When I started it was somewhat of a gossip topic and now I was in them. The sides and sole were peeling and worn out. There was a permanent outline of her sole. Looking up I saw her sliding her foot into the sock that I spent the night in. The shoe was lifted up and her hand descended in around me. I slid to the toe section. The shoe itself was littered with grime and muck in the edges and her footprint had permanently dented the insole. As her hand slipped me deeper I saw right where her toes and sole met there was clamps. She positioned me so my head would be right under her big toe and strapped me in. The smell at this point I was getting used to. Hundred of inchies must’ve died in this exact spot and it looks like she never really cleaned out their remains. The light was blocked out from her massive socked foot. The toes wiggled as they entered like a five headed Cerberus and I was a tasty dog bone. The toes passed over me and settled. There was a moment of silence before the pressure increased. This shoe was a much snugger fit on Leia than with the other shoes I've been in. Just standing not walking felt like I was going to pop and I had a whole day to endure this.

The walk to the car was hell. The temperature was already rising and the sweat was pooling. When she got to the car there was a break in the nice air-conditioned car but it only delayed the inevitable. Leia arrived at work and I could hear the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. She was starting prep work and I was fighting for my life. The heat here was really rising and the socked toes were getting soaked. There was a pool building around my body. My breaths were labored as she walked back and forth around the kitchen, not paying a single attention to either inchie in her shoes.
Things stayed relatively the same for what felt like hours. There was no sense of time under her feet, it could’ve been minutes for all I know. I heard the noise die down as she walked somewhere with a purpose but all of a sudden she stopped dead in her tracks.

“NO PLEASE” I heard another voice. Much closer than any others I heard. My stomach fell into my ass as her foot rose into the air. Her foot began to lower at a slowish pace and the voice crying and begging got louder and louder. It was another inchie I realized and a moment later after my epiphany.

“WAIT NO! OH GOD! WE CAN TALK WAIT!” She screamed as I was continuously lowered. The shoe rested as the crying and screaming turned into more grunts. The pressure was slightly increasing on myself as I could only imagine Leia continued to press down.

I could hear the crunching of bones. The sound sent chills up my spine. I could feel it in my teeth as the crunching stopped and I could hear a pressure build up, the groans turned into gurgles and then in an instant


“SQELCH”


And the shoe pressed into the ground. I listened in horror as the inchie popped. The sound of wet sloshing replaced all cries. Leia ground her foot into the ground turning them into nothing more than kitchen dirt embedded in the treads of her nonslip shoes. The only thing separating me and what was left of the other inchie being less than an inch of worn down insole.