I wrote this story for, and about, my wife. Please don't squish me, babe!


Stacey stood outside the club, waiting in line. The thump of the bass was palpable through the air and pounded though the concrete. She could feel the beat in her feet through her purple converse sneakers. She stood and tapped her toe to the rhythm subconsciously. Unlike most of the people in line, she was there for the music and had extensive knowledge of the DJ performing performing that night.

She rolled her eyes when one of the ditzy girls in front of her on her phone called the music "techno or dubstep or whatever."

She wanted to inform the girl that it was actually Trance, but held her tongue. There was no use talking to these people. They only came to these places to get wasted, high, or laid. They didn't care about the melodies of Cosmic Gate or Paul van Dyk. Stacey was a pure club-goer through and through.

She got her ticket scanned by a large man in a tight black shirt. She had printed it at home weeks ago and she has been looking forward to this for a while.
She stuffed the ticket back in her purse and waited to be checked by security.

She really hoped she wouldn't be hassled for what else she had in her compact purse. When she got up to the next security man, he waved the wand over her body and asked to see her purse. She nervously handed it over and he pawed though it. He pulled out an odd-looking device that looked like a metal brick with a circle on one side and a transparent viewfinder on one edge. It was obviously a camera but the bouncer had never seen one quite like this before.

"Just make sure the flash is off," he grumbled, put the device back, and called the next person in line. Stacey was in and she got to bring her device. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it tonight, but at the same time, she was somewhat itching to.  

She entered the club and rounded the corner and was instantly enveloped in the sounds of her favorite music. First, she went to the bar and ordered a Red Bull with vodka and found a place on the dance floor.

The opening DJ was someone local but knew how to keep the crowd going until the main show.

Her smartwatch struck midnight and the DJ handed the knobs to the headliners and the dance floor exploded with movement. People were packed in like sardines near the front, but Stacey preferred to hang back in the latter part of the room so she could have a bit of room to dance, and breathe for that matter.

The DJ duo were dropping hit after hit and the lighting and lasers were on point. They must have brought in their own people, it was so in sync.

Stacey was dancing to her heart's content and felt her body graze someone behind her. She instinctively edged forward. She thought she may have drifted into someone else's personal space. Whoever was close to her was once again upon her and she felt a hand lightly brush her side. This hand was hovering around her deliberately.

She was afraid of this. It seemed to be a common occurrence for her at this club. She spun around and found a guy about five inches shorter than her, straddling where she just was. She glared at him and he backed off.

That ought to be enough, she thought. But just a few minutes later, he was back at it. It was time to make her intentions clear.

"Could you please give me some space?" she said, through the loud thumping music. The guy just smirked and put his hands up in a mock defensive stance.

Stacey hated this part of club culture. She was not there to pick up our be picked up and nothing would sway her otherwise.

By the time the guy had his arm around her again, she had had enough. That was it. No more warnings. She listened carefully to the song that filled the room. She knew it well and knew a powerful buildup was coming. She waited until 5 seconds before the drop and whipped out her device. She turned around and aimed though the viewfinder at the guy.

He seemed confused at first but then thought it was a camera and posed with a confused smile.

Just as Stacey planned, when the drop hit, the strobe lights flashed. And so did her device.

***

Ajit didn't know what hit him. The young man saw spots in his eyes and was having a hard time getting his bearings. Those are some bright strobe lights, he thought. Even the music sounded different to him. It was both muffled but at least twice as loud. His insides also vibrated every time he was hit by the bass and it made him feel like he was on the verge of puking every half second.

What he saw next was what sent him over that verge. He gave himself a few moments to recover and wipe his mouth before looking back up, hoping that he was just experiencing the ill effects of too much gin.

They were still there and they were everywhere. Massive pairs of legs towered all around him. Immense swaying and pumping building-like structures dominated his view no matter what direction he turned.

What made matters infinitely worse was not so much the legs, but the feet attached to them. Not one was standing still or confined to one area. They were all stomping in synchronization but were somewhat chaotic in where they landed. Ajit couldn't tell if it was the bass from the music that rattled his bones or if it was the bus-sized shoes pounding the floor.

There were high heels, sneakers, loafers, flats, tennis shoes. There were even some massive bare feet stomping around with heels dangling higher up. With the exception of the open-toed shoes showing off dinner plate-sized glossy nails, he couldn't really tell if some of the giants around him were male or female.

One thing he knew for certain was that he had to get out off the dance floor. If the gargantuan stomping feet didn't kill him, the head-splitting sound of the bass would.

He ran in the direction where there seemed to be a clearing but was narrowly cut off by a massive shiny black leather pump as it came to a booming drop right in front of him. For a split second, he could see himself in its reflection and smell the leather before it rose up into the sky again. He saw the other foot drop and knew that the left one would return and had just enough time to barrel back and watch in horror as the giant uncaring shoe slammed onto the floor where he once was a second ago.

He ran the other direction but there seemed to be no reprieve from the massive stomping shoes around him. He barely had time to react as what appeared to be a Nike billboard swooshed in front of him and the aglet at the end of the shoelace lashed his face. Blood dripped down his brow and he wiped it away. He was feeling woozy and was relieved to find that he had made it to a wall.

He leaned against the white rubber wall to catch his breath and put his head onto the purple cloth to absorb and wipe away the blood.

Wait a second. He didn't remember the walls having any purple or white in them. He turned around with his back to the wall and looked out onto the dance floor. There, about 12 normal sized inches away from him was an identical purple and white wall.

That's when he realized that he was leaning against a purple converse sneaker. He was both relieved and terrified that these sneakers weren't stomping and pumping like the other deadly shoes around him. The sneaker opposite him was tapping its toe slightly.

Ajit slowly looked up above the shoe at the pale ankle where its wearer either had no-show socks or none at all. He looked higher up the massive powerful tower of smooth white skin to pair of jeans shorts and the bottom half of a shirt that contained the logo for the DJs playing tonight. He instantly recognized this titan of a person and his blood went cold.

As if on point with his sudden chilling realization, the giant woman looked down at Ajit. Her face was shrouded in dangling red hair but he recognized those fiery piercing green eyes. It was the girl he was hoping to score with earlier. The one who played hard to get, he thought.

He was saved! He wouldn't become a stain on the dance floor. Surely this woman would save him from the hundreds of dancing gargantuan shoes. That's when he watched the sinister smile creep onto the giant woman's face.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

***

After Stacey had shrunk the rude pervert, she wanted to be done with him. She half expected the dance floor to be his doom, relying on the unrelenting force of unaware club-goers to do her dirty work for her and crush that bug into unrecognizable mush.

She continued to dance and listen to one of her favorite DJs, but the thought continued to nag her. What if he survives? What if someone takes him to the authorities? All she wanted to do tonight was lose herself in the music and some perv was not going to take that away from her. He was a nuisance at normal size and now he was a headache. Stacey had to get her peace of mind.

When the track ended and seamlessly transitioned to the next, Stacey subtly went on the prowl. She continued to move with the beat to blend in and not arouse suspicion, but her eyes were scanning the floor for a little bug of a man.

All she found were discarded plastic cups and napkins that had been stomped gray into the alcohol splashed floor. Still, she wanted to at least find the red puddle he had become to ease her worry. She was relieved, but also disappointed, that she wouldn't have to get her hands, or rather feet, dirty this time. That's when she realized that one of the napkins was actually a tiny man in a white t-shirt.

She made her way in his direction, never taking her eyes off him, in case she lost him again. In a quick instant, some unaware club-goer almost creamed the little man with their shoe, but he got lucky and was only swiped by one of the laces.

While the minuscule man was stunned, Stacey crept upon him and placed her feet apart on either side of the little man. She couldn't help but tap her right toe to the melody as the DJs were playing one of her favorite remixes of a Roxette song.

She looked around the dance floor to see if anyone was watching, but to her relief, everyone was in their own little world. Dancers either gave all their attention to the DJs or to those in the packs they traveled in.

Satisfied that there would be no witnesses, Stacey looked down at her prey. She imagined her hair falling around her face resembled the snakes of Medusa to the tiny man between her shoes. After all, she was now a goddess or titan to him, why not play the part? The only difference was that she wasn't going to turn him to stone.

If she really were Medusa, she'd be facing down a tiny 2 inch stone paperweight right now as she locked eyes with the little man. Without giving it any thought, a devious smile crept onto Stacey's face. He didn't take his eyes from hers but she could see the feeling of relief gradually turn to fear. She secretly reveled in this moment, basked in this feeling of supreme power. It was a power trip like no other, sweetened only by the fact that it was happening to someone who deserved it.

Neither she nor the man moved for several seconds, just like a wild west movie at high noon. Except instead of a church bell and hawk screech, it was the thumping bass that pierced the stillness between them.

Suddenly, the little man broke the stalemate and bolted away from Stacey. He only got about 9 inches before she brought her mammoth size 11 sneaker down right in his path. He tried running the opposite direction but was knocked off his feet by her other shoe stomping his path and his hopes for escape.

Stacey leaned down and said so he could hear her, "Kinda feels bad when someone invades your personal space, huh?"

He was tired, dizzy, and probably nursing a concussion from the shoelace whip. He knew he didn't have a chance of escaping this massive being. Knowing he didn't have the breath to plead and she wouldn't be able to hear his cries of mercy over the music, he got to his knees and clasped his hands in a begging stance.

Stacey was somewhat disappointed that the little perv had given up so soon, but then again, she had set out to quickly cover her tracks in the first place.

Still in his grovelling stance, he crept toward one of her shoes, no doubt about to kiss it. But that's the last thing she wanted. Some creep's slobber on her favorite sneakers. Before he could reach her right foot, she lifted it over the pathetic bug.

Stacey lowered her foot slowly, not necessarily out of cruelty but more to prolong this orgasm of absolute power. She needed to end this but wanted to be a goddess for just a few seconds longer.

When she felt her sneaker sole make contact with tiny man's back and felt him jolt in panic, she bit her lip in anticipation and pressed down further to make sure the slippery worm couldn't slip away.

The little man was no doubt screaming but the screams fell on deaf ears. Not only could Stacey not hear his cries over the music, blood was rushing to her head because of this ultimate experience. She was a goddess and she was purging the wicked little beings from this world.

She felt his body finally give in to her pressure and blood sprayed in all directions around her right foot. Even her left sneaker became speckled on the white rubber wall, but Stacey didn't care. She was on Mt. Olympus with the rest of the gods and goddesses.

She slowly snapped out of the dream and twisted her foot back and forth. Can't have the cleaning crew coming across what resembles a tiny body.

But her trance was also broken by something else. When she had squashed the tiny pervert, cubes of ice had slid onto the floor around her, some bumping and coming to a stop at her shoes. She looked down at the ice and watched for a second how the blood began to mix with the water of the rapidly-melting cube.

Stacey looked up and to her left at a spilled drink and a girl staring at her with a look of both surprise and horror. It was the very same girl who she rolled her eyes about while waiting in line; the one who couldn't tell the difference between techno and trance.

Stacey didn't know how much the girl saw but it was apparent that it was enough to question what she had witnessed. She and the girl stared at each other and Stacey gauged how drunk or high the girl might be and whether she could just leave this as a hallucination but the girl seemed too lucid to let this go.

The girl slipped out of the crowd, trying not to panic. Stacey kept a sharp eye on her, hoping she would go for the back exit near the bathrooms and away from where everyone was facing.

She was in luck. As soon as the girl got out of the thick of the crowd, she turned toward the less densely packed back of the club.

Stacey gave the tiny puddle of mush one more twist for good measure and made her way out of the crowd hoping to cut the girl off. She almost slipped a few times as her right shoe was a bit slick but she maintained her balance. She did not drink to get drunk, only to loosen up a bit. Besides, the task at hand required focus, lest she end up on trial for murder.

Stacey had been going to raves for years and was an expert at navigating a crowd. She slipped toward the back of the room with alarming speed and was able to cut the girl off before entering the hallway with the bathrooms and back exit. She pretended to stumble into the girl and almost knocked her off of her cork wedges. The girl missed the hallway and found herself blocked from the hallway between Stacey and the back wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz," Stacey said. "I had a few too many" she lied. "Are you leaving so soon? The show just started."

The girl was obviously still shaken by what she saw and even more confused and scared.

"No. Yeah. I gotta run. I don't even like Techno. I... gotta thing tomorrow." The girl tried to slide by Stacey but she blocked her path. Even with cork wedges, the girl was a good 4 inches shorter than Stacey.

"Let me buy you a drink," Stacey said, toying with the idea of getting the girl drunk and convince her that what she saw was just the effects of too much cheap vodka.

"No I gotta... I have to... Please. I didn't see anything. I don't even know what I saw. Or how you..."

"Those are nice shoes. Where did you get them?" Stacey was trying to distract the girl while she whipped out her device. Ditzy girls love talking about their shoes but the nervous girl only looked down at her shoes for a few seconds and went back to stammering.

"Please, I didn't see anything. I won't say a word!"

Stacey had her device at the ready and with her impeccable timing, the track was in the middle of the buildup and the strobe lights started flashing.

"I know you won't," said Stacey and clicked the button.