Chapter 2
Back
to present
Hannah kept
glancing over at the guy that had sat himself at the back of the boat
“Oh my god
Hannah, try to at least be subtle” said Clare struggling not to laugh.
“Ok he’s
put on some music, I think. Looks like he is going to just vague out – we’re
good!” said Hannah
Ellen
lifted her shoe off the pathetic bug, who looked shocked to still be alive, albeit
a tad bruised.
“Ok little
one” said Hannah “what makes you think you get to perv on people and get away
with it? Were you wanking or something?”
“As I said
before” calmly started Greg, lying on his back “I was just trying to get past
you to my home. I swear on my life that I wasn’t trying to perv, and I promise
I was not doing anything like that!”
“Hmm, where
are your clothes?”
“I don’t
have any, all I have is tissues to cover myself with when someone drops one,
but my last one is in my home, its my blanket”
“Blanket!
That’s hilarious” laughed Clare “well, what do you think Ellen?”
“I think he
needs to prove how sorry he is”
“How?”
Ellen
looked down at the naked man “You see Hannah’s toes? Go kiss them. If she
forgives you then you can walk”
Greg looked
over at the blue painted digits, which wriggled expectantly “Don’t worry little
guy, I had a shower at the office before we got some drinks, so I’m clean” she
said with a surprisingly warm smile
Greg saw no
other option so he hopped over and stood infront of the massive toes, the smallest
one the size of his head. Suddenly unsure of his decision, he thought maybe he
could talk his way out of this, but before he could even turn…
“Come on we don’t have all day” huffed Ellen impatiently as she used the tip of
her shoe to push Greg into Hannah’s toes.
“Careful!”
exclaimed Clare “I want some attention too. Try not to crush him just yet”
Greg
panicked at this ‘what did they mean “just yet”!? are they going to let me go?’
and started kissing Hannah’s toes as if his life depended on it. Which it might
just do, he thought.
“Ohhhh not bad,
but surface affection is meaningless, get stuck in there” she said as she
splayed her toes apart.
Greg didn’t
care how degrading it was at this point, he reached in between the fifth and fourth
toes and kissed all the way along the sides until he reached the base of the
toes, and continued along. When he was done kissing down between the big and
second toes he paused. Feeling this, Hannah
scrunched her face “hey who said you could stop” she growled as she squeezed
her toes together, trapping his head.
Greg’s body
started thrashing as he tried to escape, pushing against the toes with his
hands. The squeezing intensified, cutting off his ability to breathe, and
making his movements all the more frantic. Eventually the tickling sensation became
too much and Hannah released the tiny head, which flopped down lying limp on
the tip of her shoe.
“Aww I
think I tired him out! Looks like he needs a rest” she pouted, struggling not
to laugh. The ‘rest’ lasted about 5 seconds before Hannah couldn’t hold it in
any longer and burst out laughing “oh my god! I can’t believe he actually stuck
his head between my toes!” and pushed her foot upwards sharply, catching Greg
in the chin and sending him tumbling back onto the floor. Conscious again but seeing
stars, Greg was horrified as the shadows of Ellen’s two car sized shoes rose
over him before coming down slowly.
“Spread
your legs and arms out in a star shape NOW!” Ellen ordered the tiny man.
Still delirious
from lack of oxygen, Greg complied only to find the woman lower her shoes onto
his arms and legs on each side. His left arm and leg under her right shoe, and
his right arm and leg trapped below her left.
Grinning
like a Cheshire cat, Ellen leant forwards, her boobs pushing threateningly
towards Greg as she slowly increased pressure him as her body weight moved
forwards. Greg felt the pressure like a vice, he could hear small strains and
groans coming from his tortured limbs. As the pressure became unbearable, it
receded slightly – he was still trapped but didn’t think he was about to be smooshed
under some girl’s white shoes.
“Arrrghhh…
please, please stop this. I just wanted to get some water, that’s all!”
“Aww,
you’re just thirsty?” Ellen looked suddenly sympathetic towards the small man.
“Yes, that
was all, I swear”
“Well, let
me help with that” Ellen grinned as she started sucking saliva into her mouth,
before letting it drip slowly out through her luscious lips. Moving her head
left and right, trying to aim for the bug she had pinned down.
“No! Please
don…” SPLAT – Greg’s face and chest were smashed by the glob of saliva. The
viscous fluid slowly spread over his body. As soon as it made contact it
started burning his eyes and skin, after trying to free his arms and legs, he realised
he was completely immobilised. Trying to hold his breath as long as he could,
knowing in this position inhaling would drown him he prayed that the girl would
let him up, straining gently in protest.
At this
point Hannah was looking shocked at the sight of the tiny man drowning in the
small glob of spit, whilst Clare was losing herself laughing to the point of
tears.
After what
felt like eternity, when his lungs were screaming, Ellen released the pressure
holding him down and moved her shoes away from him.
Back
to you
It was hard
to get a good view of what was happening, why were they so focused on the
floor? With dread, the realisation hit you ‘no, they can’t be doing something
to a shrinky can they?’ You had a bit of a giantess fetish, but all the porn
you watched still used special effects. You had heard of channels where people
used real shrinkies they bought or caught as the subjects of horrific torture,
allowing the host’s fans to vote and bid on ways they would kill the little
people. You still didn’t think that was right as they were surely still human
beings.
‘Should I
do something?’ you thought to yourself. ‘No better not, I’ve been here looking
like I’m not paying attention, it would look creepy. Besides, it’s not like the
police will turn up if I call, but if I try to help they might call them on me!’
You decided
to put your music on and stop looking. Unable to help, you at least wanted to
be oblivious to the plight of the poor thing.
Back
to the girls
Sitting
bolt upright, Greg rapidly started wiping the spit from his face, trying not to
get any in his mouth.
As he sat up,
the spit rolled down his front, over his stomach and onto his crotch. For a
brief moment the warm sensation made him forget where he was as the sensation
of a beautiful woman’s saliva on his penis, caused him to stiffen. At the
reactions from the women above, he froze in shame
Hannah
noticed this first “Ewwwww! Oh my god he likes that!”
Clare’s
laughter at the shrinky’s plight turned to disgust, whilst Ellen smirked
“That is
just nasty, pathetic bug” judged Clare.
“Oh shit
guys our stop is the one after this!” noticed Hannah “let’s finish up here if
you know what I mean, and get ready to go”
“What about
this freak?” asked Ellen
“My turn
guys” stated Clare “I vote we take him with us”
“No wait,
you said if I did what you asked you would let me go” begged Greg
“No” stated
Clare “Ellen said you could walk. That’s kind of what I am going to allow”
“I don’t understand,
you said… you…” Greg’s hope at being freed wase evaporating infront of his eyes
“Well it’s
simple” cooed Clare as she slipped her right foot from its flat, exposing her
large bare foot with nails painted shiny black.
“No,
please, no. I’ll do anything!”
“I want you
to come for a walk with me” seductively whispered Clare as she reached her foot
forwards.
Greg tried
to crawl away backwards but bumped into something hard, looking around he saw
Ellen’s now repositioned shoe blocking his escape. Looking up he saw Ellen’s
smirking face, with Hannah leaning forwards, smiling down at him “well if it
makes you feel any better, I would have let you go!” she said cheerfully
The view of
Hannah and Ellen’s faces was blocked as the Clare’s foot positioned over him,
all he could do was watch as the wriggling peds approached him. Once they made
contact, she pushed him down hard into the floor, using her toes and the ball
of her foot to dragg him across the ground until he was right infront of her.
Using her big toe she prodded his still stiff and saliva covered crotch hard,
causing him to flinch. “hmm, you like that, don’t ya’?”
Greg
couldn’t deny that the touch of a woman, no matter where it came from was
something he longed for. Involuntarily, he pushed his crotch up a bit.
Hannah and
Ellen gasped and started chuckling “oh my god” whispered Ellen “that is
disgusting”
“Wow little
guy” purred Clare “looks like it’s been a while for you, huh? Well, allow me”
With that
she started rubbing the toe back and forth slowly, increasing the pressure and
speed as she went “don’t worry girls, this won’t take long, I know what I’m
doing”. Alternating between rubbing his shaft with her big toe, squeezing it
between her peds, and rubbing the ball of her foot gently into his crotch, she gave
Greg an overwhelming experience.
Greg fully
believed her statement as he lay back down and fell into bliss at the feeling.
The rough yet soft toes that were rubbing and grasping at him was unlike anything
he had ever felt, and Clare was careful to apply the exact amount of pressure
needed to elicit the desired reaction, without crushing his manhood.
Within a couple
of minutes he was ready, and shuddered uncontrollably as he climaxed, reaching
his arms forward and grasping the big toe that was humping his manhood. Finally
laying back panting he saw an evil smirk flash across Clare’s face. The view of
her deep brown eyes and warm smile was obstructed by her toes as they slid up
his body, and crashing down hard onto his chest and head. Greg, shocked by this
sudden aggression tried to wriggle away, but felt her toes lift and turn,
manoeuvring him until he was sideways beneath her foot, when without warning the
powerful digits gripped him and lifted him off the floor.
Screaming
in fear, Greg was lifted up above the floor, with his face buried in the
crevice of her toes. The screams of fear soon replaced with attempted screams
of agony as the toes began to squeeze. Within moments, Greg could no longer
even produce a sound as the air was squeezed out of him., leaving his lungs
feeling collapsed. As he was about to lose consciousness, he felt a sudden
feeling of freedom. No wait, he was falling through the air ‘what’s happen…’ –
BAM
Ellen and
Hannah watched in amazement as Clare expertly played with the minute penism
bringing him to a climax within minutes. Clare showed off her dexterity by
expertly manoeuvring the man who had quickly gone from moaning in ecstasy to
whimpering in fear with her slender toes. When she had him in place she
squeezed and lifted him. Hannah and Ellen started giggling, and Clare grinned
as she began to squeeze harder and harder with her toes, until the knuckles
turned white from the exerted pressure.
After a few
seconds of crushing the air from the tiny she let go, letting him fall to the
floor crashing into it unceremoniously. Without giving him the chance to
recover she slammed the ball of her foot back into his body and gripped again,
repeating the process of lifting, squeezing, and dropping, until Hannah exclaimed
“Clare hurry up, we have to go!”
“Ok, ok!”
Slamming her toes down on the barely moving form once more, she gripped him and
moved her foot directly over her now empty flat, Clare released the Greg one
last time. Slamming onto his back and seeing stars, Greg was aware of the
softer surface he had landed on.
“Guys we
have to go, we’re about to pull up at the wharf!” exclaimed Hannah
“No
worries” purred Clare “I’m good to ‘walk’ now” winking seductively at Hannah
and lowering her foot to her now occupied shoe
As Greg’s
vision began to clear, he saw what was coming down towards him, memories of the
very recent abuse he had suffered causing him to react instinctively, and
scurry backwards as fast as he could.
It wasn’t
until he hit the end of her shoe and saw her toes blocking his only escape that
he realised what he had done. In horror he realised he had nowhere to go, as
the deadly, wriggling digits came closer and closer.
Clare’s
foot was fully in her flat, and she could feel Greg wriggling under her toes
“ohhh looks like he got lucky, he isn’t stuck under the ball of my foot, he
might actually survive a while!”
“Ok let’s
go!” Hannah flapped frantically
“Ok come on
then!” said Ellen
Back
to you
You watched
as the girls stopped giggling and got up, hurrying to the ferry offloading
ramp, the cute blonde winking at you as they passed you.
Feeling a
little guilty, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the poor soul
they were toying with. Looking over, you couldn’t see any bodies or blood on
the floor where they were sitting ‘they must have taken him with them, poor
guy. The blonde was cute though’. Although cute in your mind, the blonde still
had nothing on your girlfriend back home, Sophia.
After a few
minutes the ferry started pulling away from the wharf, you chanced a look over
to see if you could catch sight of the group of women. Sure enough there they
were, the brunette with the white trainers was leaning on a post laughing
hysterically, whilst the blonde wasn’t faring much better, pointing at the
raised barefoot of the hot third one ‘I can only imagine what they are laughing
at’
Back
to the girls
As the
girls disembarked the ferry they politely thanked the crew member for his
service, and planned what to do next
“I know a
bar that isn’t too far from here” chimed in Hannah.
“Yeh ok,
let’s go, I need to blow off some more steam” agreed Ellen
As they discussed
what to do, Clare felt Greg slipping around inside her flat. She started
scrunching her toes and grinding her foot around on the ground. She felt him
starting to slide forwards as her foot began to sweat and become slippery. When
Hannah and Ellen started walking, she followed suit, feeling his body slip
beneath the ball of her foot, and with each step, crushing him under the cruel
ball of her foot further and further. Despite the additional resilience the shrinkies
had, being directly trodden on wasn’t something they could withstand.
Inside the
shoe, Greg was trying his best to stay beneath the relative safety of the
giantesses toes, taking a horrendous pounding with every step but managing to
hold on. After what felt like ages but was in reality only a handful of steps,
he had little energy left. He stopped fighting and feet his legs slide under
the ball of her foot. With the next step, his legs gave out and turned into
bloody mush, causing him to try and scream, but the weight of her big toe
smothering his face prevented any sound from leaving. As the kept stepping, he
slipped further and further, losing consciousness by the time the rest of his
legs had been destroyed.
Clare kept
walking, sensing he had expired, but kept on stepping with a knowing grin on
her face, twisting her foot as she stepped. Another step his legs are gone,
next step his torso, next his chest, finally she felt some resistance as his
head pressed between her insole and big toe, until that too collapsed in a
satisfying crunch.
“Hey guys!”
she called to her friends who turned.
Pulling her
foot out of her shoe she flashed her sole, covered in blood and viscera “I
guess he didn’t want to walk with us after all?”
They all
laughed hysterically for a bit, before Clare slipped her foot back into her
shoe, grabbed her friends by their hands and started leading them up towards
the bar “you know, I hear this place sometimes sells shrinkies if they have
them in stock”.
Back
to you
‘Holy shit,
she put him in her shoe and crushed him’. Despite your horror at the callous
act, you couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal ‘no that is wrong, he
didn’t deserve that fate’
You only
hoped you were never in that position with any one of those three.
You put
your music back on, and tried to put it out of your mind, looking forward to
getting home to your girlfriend and putting the whole rotten week behind you.