Mary wasn’t exactly the most fortunate in love. She put too much of herself into every relationship far too early. She had already had two ex-boyfriends, which hadn’t worked out for their own separate reasons.
Her first boyfriend was Barney. Barney was a bit clingy, and didn’t really give her much in the way of personal space. He always disapproved when she went out with friends, and continued to claw his way into every facet of her life. It finally got to be too much for her, and she broke up with him.
Harold, on the other hand, was a hardcore player. There wasn’t a second of the day Harold didn’t have a woman clinging to his arm. He gave her the space she needed after being in a couple with Barney, but it was hardly a happier relationship. Waitresses would hit on them at any restaurant they visited. His coworkers would flirt with him regularly. It was all very stressful for Mary. Her last straw was when she learned Harold was still sleeping with one of his exes. When she confronted him about it, he blamed her for not being good enough to satisfy him. He even broke up with her on the spot!
Because she had so little luck in love, she always had an excuse to drink, and Mary was hardly the most responsible drinker in the world. Therefore, it was no surprise when she ended her night at Maurice’s Moonshine Bar far too intoxicated to drive. As she stumbled out into the parking lot fumbling with her car keys, her friend Peter stopped her.
“Hold up, Mary! You can’t go home like that! Here, let me call you a taxi…”
“Idsh fiiiiiiiine, I - *hiccup* I only live a few blocksh down thad way…”
Mary pointed in a vague direction that Peter knew wasn’t the direction of her house. Peter knew that Mary clearly wasn’t in a state of mind to start driving. Mary dropped her keys trying to pick them up, so Peter picked them up.
“Heeeeeyyyyyy, give thoshe ba- *hiccup* back I need thoshe …”
“Here, why don’t I drive you home? You get in the passenger's seat, and I’ll drive you home.”
Something kicked into Mary’s inebriated mind that sent her on the defense. “No, you can’d my car ishn’d cleaaan…”
“Come on, Mary. I’m sure it’s not that bad…”
“Shdoooooop!” Mary said as she fiddled with her brooch.
Mary had a secret that not many people knew about. When she was younger, Mary had dabbled in the teachings of some fairly arcane tomes. She always had a fascination with the mystical, and had used her knowledge to some very dark ends. Unfortunately for her exes, Barney and Harold had become victims to her dark sorcery. Using this brooch as a sink for the universal energy she wanted to harness, she shrank her two exes down to an inch tall. This particular day, she had tied them to her acceleration and brake pedals on her car. She knew that if Peter saw them, her secret would be blown.
Desperate to make the brooch do something about the problem, but too drunk to do anything particularly clever with it, she finally got something to work. She made her way to the passenger seat. At first, she thought she had successfully teleported them away until a slight movement caught her eye. It turns out that the pair hadn’t actually gone anywhere, they had just become even smaller. So small that if Mary hadn’t already known they used to be there, she would have never realized they were there currently.
Mary was snapped out of her staring by the sound of the ignition starting. Peter eased his grey sandal onto the brake pedal as he changed the car into reverse and released the emergency brake.
Barney was having a rough day to say the least. Mary had been tormenting him all day on her way to complete her errands. The soles of her ruby high-heel shoes would mash against his legs and chest as she drove. Occasionally she would press down on him with her heel. Sometimes she would even slip out to press her nylons into his face. His only reprieve would be when she left the car to grab groceries, drop off the dry cleaning, etc.
To make matters worse, there was another guy in the car on the accelerator pedal. Apparently, since Mary left him, the little slut had gotten with some two-bit muscle man that slept around on her. While Barney was glad Mary had gotten her heart broken for being a brainless bimbo and running around like he warned her not to, he still didn’t want to have the fact that Mary was seeing other people shoved in his face. It was Mary’s fault for not seeing that he was perfect for her, so why was he being punished?
Barney wasn’t sure what Mary was planning when he and the other guy in the car with him shrunk. He was even more confused when he saw her get into the passenger’s seat. But as soon as Peter stepped into the car, he knew what was going to happen. He tried to get the giant’s attention, but the sandal rose over him before he could get his attention.
The sandal was even more hellish than the high heels. Firstly, Mary’s shoes had been fresh and new. This was the first time Mary had even worn them. Peter’s shoes, on the other hand, were covered in all sorts of dirt, dust, and caked-in grime. That isn’t even taking into account how sticky they were from the unwashed bar floor. To make matters worse, while Mary’s shoes had not yet had the scent of her feet baked into them, Peter’s feet were mostly out in the open. The odor of sweat overwhelmed Barney, who was pinned uncomfortably to the pedal by his leg.
Mary stared at the scene going on below her. The car hadn’t even really started moving and already her friend was subjecting one of her tormentors to untold torture without even knowing. Mary felt her panties become slick as he watched Peter’s toes press into the foam that would make Barney pay for all the suffering she went through.
The trip wasn’t going to be long, but boy, was it going to be fun.
Peter eased off the brake and rolled backwards out of the parking spot. He threw the car into drive, and gave the car just a slight bit of acceleration to get the car moving. Mary stared transfixed at the spectacle below as Harold had his turn beneath Peter.
Harold fared a bit better than Barney under Peter’s sandal. He had a fair bit more muscle than his brake-bound compatriot from actually working out, but Peter was the size of a skyscraper to the shrunken muscleman. His real advantage was that Peter didn’t take very good care of his shoes, and the sandal had a slight gash that Harold managed to fit into. It was hardly a welcoming prospect to be jammed in his sole like a grain of dirt, but he was surviving.
Upon reflection, Harold wished he had been a bit more selective with his flings. He had an uncomfortable gut feeling that Mary saw their relationship as something more than FWB when she kept comparing him to her creep of an ex. At first, he thought it was just to set the mood. But as time went on, it became more and more clear that Mary saw him not as a sex patner like he saw her, but as a boyfriend.
It came to a head when Mary found him with this 9/10 cutie he had been putting the moves on for a good hour. Mary caused a huge stink and blew up at him. Harold had enough and told her to never contact him again. It was only a few months later that he would be accosted by her outside the supermarket. Before Harold knew what was happening, Mary had him in her clutches to play her sick games.
Mary watched the tiny man squirm to try and stay safe. She had tormented this bastard over and over again, but had never seen it as a bystander before, watching a shrunken person struggle beneath a completely indifferent and uncaring giant. Mary, in her drunken state, slightly peeled her panties away and slipped her fingers into her sopping wet pussy lips.
Peter was overall very uncomfortable as he took his friend home. Mary had done nothing since he got behind the wheel, except to stare longingly at his toes and drool. He had heard of foot fetishes before, but he hadn’t really even seen anybody ogle his feet before, especially a friend, and especially so blatantly. By the time he had gone down the first block, Mary was already soaking her seat as she masturbated to his toes.
Peter really didn’t know what to do about the situation. Mary was obviously very drunk, and probably wasn’t of as sound a mind as one would want. But the entire ride made him feel dirty. As though he was being forced to take part in something unclean against his will.
Having a woman masturbating in the passenger seat is pretty distracting, so when a blue Honda breezed past the stop sign to get into Peter’s lane, it almost led to a very nasty accident. Harold felt the sandal lift of him rapidly, as it slammed hard onto the brakes, bringing the car to a stop just in time. Peter was very fortunate that he managed to avoid this near-death experience.
Barney was significantly less fortunate. The people by the brake pedals couldn’t see the predicament up above, and had no way of knowing about the near-miss going on above them. He already didn’t fit into the divet in the sole of Peter’s sandal, and when Peter slammed his foot down, he didn’t have any time to react to the descending shoe. One second, he was finally getting a break from getting stepped on. The next, Peter slammed down on him with full force.
He couldn’t take the pressure. Barney splattered like a paint pellet under a steamroller. Even if you looked at what remained of him under a microscope, there wouldn’t be anything left even recognizably human. Barney was left a miniscule stain on the brake pedal of Mary’s car and the bottom of Peter’s sole.
After that close call, Peter tried to keep his eyes on the road. Mary was moaning and panting, turned on by the smudge that used to be a person. But Peter tried to ignore her as he finally got his misbehaved, inappropriate, and intoxicated passenger to her destination.
Harold was shocked to see the state the man on the other pedal was in, but it didn’t matter to him long, as Peter’s foot once again came to rest on him. He squeezed into the tight gap and simply settled in for the rest of the trip. Because Mary lived on top of a pretty steep hill, this would be the final place his foot would rest up until the end of the trip.
Mary spent the rest of the trip fantasizing about Peter doing all sorts of horrible things to these tiny specks. Drowning them in his coffee as he sucked them all down, sitting on them as their little limbs tried to fight against his big tush, even blowing them out the window with a single breath. All without even realizing. Mary reached climax as she finally calmed down.
Peter tried to leave the car, wanting this whole ordeal to just end, but Mary stopped him.
“Thanksh Peder… Thad wash *hiccup* the beshd ride I’ve eva had~”
She hugged Peter around his neck, her disgusting wet fingers settling on the back of his head. Mary kissed him on the cheek as she stumbled into the house. Peter gets a shiver as he walks back to the bar. He knew that Mary was a blackout drunk and hoped she would wake up tomorrow forgetting anything ever happened. But unfortunately for Peter, as well as the countless shrunken people that would soon be scattered beneath him every day, tonight was going to be a night Mary would never forget. Not for the rest of her life.