“The fuck?”

Head shooting up from the kitchen counter, Jessie narrowly avoided bouncing her skull off the low-hanging light, having picked up on the frantic knocking coming from just out of sight. She hadn’t been home long, but certainly didn’t expect any visitors at this time of the day. Nor ones that ferociously pounded upon her door in such a manner.

Wearily, the slim blonde shuffled her way out of the tiled kitchen and span to her right, wearily approaching the heavy door at the far end of the narrow hallway beyond. She barely made it three steps before the rapid knocking commenced once again. “Alright, alright! Shit,” she groaned, skidding over to the source and unlocking the door, making sure to leave the bolt in for now.

“Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m not market for any experimental dr-“ Jessie stopped speaking as soon as the door opened just enough to reveal the person beyond its bounds, “-oh… hey, Mrs. Brikstole?”

Standing hardly an inch from the formerly closed door, a short, severe looking woman glared through the vertical gap into the apartment. Her beady eyes meticulously dragging their way from point to point, before firing the young blonde a scathing look as she pushed into the door, only to bounce backwards. Jessie assumed she’d expected it to open on demand, given the snarling shock now stretched across her face.

“Why is your door locked?!” She snapped.

“Erm… I’m sorry, wha-“

“You do know I own this building? I could have you out on the street in an instant if I wanted?”

Jessie merely blinked exhaustively, scratching her head as she stood still, bemused at the unfolding scene. “Can I help, Mrs. Brikstole?”

The woman’s face contorted unpleasantly, trying in vain to craft some sickening smirk, almost as if the woman was trying to mimic some emotion that appeared completely foreign to her. “Well, you can start by opening this door, you brat!”

Leaning back and out of the brash visitor’s eyesight, the young woman rolled her eyes, taking a moment for a single short breath before quickly snapping the bolt back, allowing the door to swing freely and permit entry inside. Jessie herself took a few steps back and presented the relatively tidy hallway with an exaggerated twist of her toned body, as if introducing an eager family to some flamboyant carnival.

The older woman just pushed straight past her, tutting as she trundled her way down the corridor and turned into the kitchen. Jessie frowned, pushing the door shut with her heel as she made to follow the unexpected guest. Casting her eyes down, she still couldn’t believe the old twat didn’t leave a trail of slime wherever she traveled.

Unsurprisingly, to the tenant at least, the older woman was already trawling through the kitchen cupboards by the time Jessie reached the threshold, glass in hand and searching for something with which to fill it. The blonde on the other hand just didn’t have the energy for this shit today. Standing in the doorway and speaking above the rattling commotion. “Is there something I can help with?”

“Gosh, where is it you keep your bottles?” The scavenging woman offered up as she scrambled about, not turning to address Jessie.

Face unmoving, Jessie resigned to letting her eyes to convey the rapid disassociation she began to experience.

“Huh?”

“Your wine, brat. Where is it? I’m parched.”

“Mrs. Brikstole, Kim and I don’t drink. I did mention it when we originally moved in,” with Jessie adding under her breath, “and every other time you’ve slithered in here…”

Finally coming to a stop, the woman turned around and carelessly tossed the glass aside past her shoulder, letting it ping into the sink. Jessie winced, conscious that was another delay to her schedule.

“You lot, honestly. I’ll never understand why I even bother to let you live here. The worst tenants I’ve ever had.”

Of course Jessie could think of a few reasons, but decided they were better kept to herself. Not wanting to rile the hag up anymore than she already seemed to be. “Yeah, very sorry about that. Now, was there something I could help you with?” Jessie rubbed her eyes as she spoke, trying to dislodge the exhaustion from her face.

She didn’t see, but certainly heard another spiked tut from across the room. It appeared her landlady was only capable of responses in the fashion of the bugs she so resembled.

“Why was your rent late this month?”

Jessie had to pause for a moment at this. Trying her best to decipher the baffling question now posed to her. “…erm, it wasn’t..?”

“I told you last time. I wanted it in before the twentieth. Without fail. No ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ or ‘buts’.” Her tone remained prickly, yet still just about keeping a lid on things.

“Well, I’m sorry Mrs. Brikstole, but, legally speaking, rent isn’t due until the last day of each month, which we were days ahead of,” Jessie reasoned back, still very much caught off guard by the lunacy with which she was now faced. “And anyway, Kim and I don’t get paid till a couple days after the twentieth, so we couldn’t pay before then even if we wanted to.”

Although she felt like she was being more than reasonable, and even courteous, in her retorts, Jessie was getting the distinct feeling that her words fell upon deaf ears. An assumption confirmed almost immediately after she’d considered it.

“How dare you. I cannot believe this!” The older woman’s eyes seemed to be forcing their way out of her skull as she stamped around the kitchen counter and began to invade Jessie’s personal space, prodding up with her index finger all the while. “I give you a place to live. A roof over your ungrateful heads. And this is how you repay me?!”

The whole fiasco didn’t bother the blonde all that much, not being one to intimidate easily, especially given she stood a good head’s height above the unpleasant entity. “Well, it might comes as a surprise, but we actually do just, you know, pay you to live here, Susan, so…”

It seemed impossible, but somehow the irate woman was getting even more furious with every passing second. Like a child frantically chucking its toys from a pram. She was still doing her best to elicit some kind of fear from the young tenant, but Jessie wasn’t much for backing down. Not only reliably apathetic to a fault, but also possessing the physical conditioning to stand her ground, were things to get ugly. Not that she expected anything of the sort from Susan, of all people.

“That’s it, I’ve had up to here with you two!”

She gestured with her flailing arms to emphasise her point. Then rummaging around in her designer handbag, Mrs. Brikstole seemed to be looking for something.

Jessie just stood where she was, eying up the clock nervously. She’d meant to leave for the gym not minutes before this harassment had begun, and was now considerably late. Huffing, she scuffed at the tiles with her trainers, knowing little could be done at this point.

“I should’ve done this months ago!” The older woman continued, beyond Jessie’s concern, now drawing her phone from within the bag, as if it were some legendary weapon. Looking once more, Jessie grimaced, noticing the absolutely garish case that adorned the mobile. Bright green, laced with a horribly considered checked pattern.

“You should’ve replaced that case months ago, if you ask me.”r32;r32;r32;But she went unheard. “My husband will hear about this, and we’ll have you out of here in days!”

She was now fiddling around with the phone, scrambling to unlock it and enact her justice, however struggling with even that. Just watching this unfold was almost as painful as the prospect of getting thrown out, Jessie thought to herself. But finally did offer to interject, not entirely keen on apartment hunting again so soon.r32;r32;

“Come on, Mrs. Brikstole, don’t be like th-“

“Nope! You’ve had your chance,” she wittered, still tussling with her technology. “Too late for begging now, brat.”r32;r32;r32;And then, taking a step back, Jessie noticed something.

It wasn’t obvious at first, but seemed to explain why the woman seemed to be struggling quite so much.

As the seconds ticked on, the source of the vile woman’s issues presented itself more and more blatantly. The phone was too big for her hands. Or, more accurately, her hands were too small for the phone. More so with each passing moment.

“Erm… Mrs. Brikstole…” Jessie murmured, taking a couple more steps back.

But the woman was too far gone, not even looking up. “-oh you’ll be sorry! You’ll see!”

Jessie already towered over her superior, even when she’d first entered the flat. But now, that fact was getting downright farcical. Where she’d once been level with Jessie’s collar, Mrs. Brikstole hardly reached her restrained bosom.

“Earth to Susannn?” Jessie sang, holding back a slight giggle as the woman finally turned to her.

“What is… it…” She began fiercely, only for all the colour to drain from her face as she whimpered the last word.

All she could was stare and quiver.

An unbecoming look of utter fear having now consumed the formerly rampaging bitch. Her snarling, gnashing demeanour replaced by little more than meek, pleading stare. Silently embracing the reality of what was happening to her, in real time. And Jessie was loving every single second of it, not even trying to hide her smugness. Watching on rapturously as her landlady quite literally shrank before her crystalline eyes.

“Damn. Guess we’ll be staying here after all then, huh?”

Susan ’s helpless stare started to contort, the newly situated dwarf looking ready to explode in both rage and misery. She was now hardly scraping three foot tall as she drifted below Jessie’s hips and yet further towards the polished tiles below. Of course neither her apparel nor accessories were diminishing with her, so the humiliation of it all only amplified as she got closer to the ground. Breezing past two feet, then to one foot, and finally settling at little more than a few inches in height.

The once violently unpleasant woman now stood totally still, shivering and humiliated, surrounded in a torrent of her own apparel. Susan tried to cover herself up, but it did little good, especially as her vision raised and locked eyes with the only witness to her predicament.

“How’s the view, shorty?”

The tiny woman trembled at the sight and sound of the newly empowered giantess that began to strategically stomp towards her. With not only the ground, but her very being beginning to shake as she moved. “P-please, I… I…”r32;r32;r32;“Eh? Sorry, what’s that?” Jessie cupped her hand to her ear and turned to the side, pretending to better comprehend the terrified squeak of a voice coming from far beneath her. “Speak up, you’re a little… well, small.”

Susan looked hollowed out. All that bravado and superiority having been sucked away in less than a minute. Leaving her a helpless, hopeless wreck, now at the mercy of the young adult looming over her. “I… I didn’t mean what I said b-before…”

“Sorry, still can’t quite hear you. Hold on,” the giantess boomed, hastily bending down and snatching up the doll-sized woman as if she was nothing more than a wayward toy. Of course, the little landlady howled as the enormous palm collided with her, fingers coiling themselves about her person, but Jessie paid her little mind.

“Look, I’d really love to hang around here and chat more. I’m sure you’ve got lots of important things to say, but I’m already super late for the gym, so we’ll have to save that until I’m back, okay?”

“No! No, wait!” Susan bleated out, panicked and weary. Not wanting to be left alone in her new predicament. “Please don’t leave me here. You have to help me…”

“Well duh, of course I’m not gonna fucking leave you here. How stupid do I look? God knows what chaos you’d inflict on our place at this size. Though, it’s a strong no on the second point,” she stated callously, flashing the tiny woman a retributive look. “What was it you said before? ‘Too late for begging now, brat’?”

The previous humility and fear shown by the little nuisance contorted, flashing back to the earlier display of rampant anger. It was astounding just how recklessly the tiny woman’s emotions seemed to bounce from one state to another. Watching this, Jessie thought she probably would’ve been caught off guard by this, were it not for the fact that any impact was severely lessened given the woman’s now grape sized face.

“Mhm, yeah? Well… that,” the blonde added, broadening her smirk somewhat.

But before Susan’s petite rage could unleash, Jessie casually reached her arm around and deposited her landlady into the tight pocket upon the rear of her spandex. Instantly silencing any rebellion that could’ve come from the woman with the snap of the lycra. 

Without further thought, the young woman dashed over to her bedroom and snatched up the black, gym satchel waiting for her. Slinging it over her shoulder with a swift heave and casting back into the kitchen. Landing hard with her trainered feet as she came to a stop. Looking down at the floor.

Jessie wondered for a few moments whether she ought to tidy away the discarded clothes and bag. She wasn’t expecting any visitors and she doubted Kim would be back before she was, but still, it played upon her scattered mind a second. However, that consideration was swiftly brushed aside by the playful movements she felt against her sizeable right cheek. Although she couldn't see, she very much imagined the state of poor woman. Probably stretched silly against her backside.

Meanwhile, formlessly plastered against the gargantuan glute, Susan was clawing against the tight material, searching desperately for some reprieve or escape or hope in the darkness of her new position. She noted, even through her scrambled whimpers, just how interminably soft and, for now, remarkably clean smelling everything was. But there was no way that would last.

“Right, c’mon let’s get out of here,” she began, heading to the exit, still addressing her ass. “Bet it’s been a while since you last hit cardio, huh? You sounded out of breath just fucking up our kitchen.”

Jessie swept open the door and slipped around it as she fumbled for her keys.

r32;

“Don’t worry. I’ll get us both sweating.”

The door slammed shut. Leaving the apartment in a temporary, merciful silence.

—————

Several hours later, the same apartment complex became occupied once again.

An exhausted looking, smartly dressed redhead clacked her way up the building’s bland stairwell. Polished heels snapping from one step to another, each time planting flat and steadily, so as not to send herself drifting forwards to wind up with her jaw wrapped around the next stair up. And with every subsequent lifting and lowering of her legs, the neatly hemmed edge of her trousers skated across the lip of her heels, faintly concealing her bare skin beneath.

Eventually she reached the top, bustling along the empty corridor and fumbling inside a blazer pocket, causing much rustling and jangling from within. Her keys soon emerged and once she’d reached the apartment door she sought, Kimberley slipped inside and snapped the wooden brace shut behind her. Instantly falling back against the door and letting out a deep sigh, as her head knocked against the frame.

She looked quite tall, slim but not malnourished, and remarkably collected for someone in their earlier twenties. Holding herself steadily and maintaining an aura of professionalism even isolated with her own company. Her eyes were sharp yet dull, and the little makeup she wore did little to enhance her features.

“Jesssssss! You home?!” She called out, receiving no reply.

Sighing once more, she rested there for a further minute, assuming her roommate must’ve still been at the gym, a little longer than normal. Yet she was so wrapped within her own thoughts, Kimberley failed to catch the low rumbling to her rear. Only when she finally caught the sound of keys being shoved into the open lock, did her eyes shoot open as she practically threw herself away from the door, stumbling forwards and colliding with the wall as she launched.

Milliseconds later, the door swung open and pancaked into the entryway, which would’ve almost certainly flattened the redhead had she spend any longer against it.

Turning around, eyes still wide, Kimberley watched a familiar blonde beam upon crossing the threshold. Her white trainers squeaking against the floor as she moved.

“Eyyy, Kimi!” Jessie exclaimed brightly, sweeping forwards and snapping her arms around the panting girl, not before kicking the door shut behind her. “I thought I saw your car outside.”

“Jess… you really need to be more careful with that door,” the embraced girl said, still gathering herself.

The shorter blonde looked slightly puzzled at this, turning over her shoulder, then back to Kimberley’s beleaguered expression, and then back to the door again. Jessie smirked, now putting two and two together. “Wait, don’t tell me you were vibing against the door again?”

“Take a wild guess.”

Jessie finally released her roommate, but only to guffaw wildly and land beside the redhead, with her own back against the wall. She vibrated heartily as she chuckled.

Kimberley watched on, a little repulsed at the excess sweat that had just been pasted onto her work attire. It was clear Jessie come straight from the gym, having skipped a shower, but the taller of the two couldn’t help but notice how her partner’s bare skin seeming to be sticking to the fading plaster as she bounced back and forth. Her whole, rounded face was glistening.

“Well, I was actually gonna make a sandwich, but I didn’t mean for you to be my filling, Kimi. Honest,” Jessie wheezed, snatching at what little composure she could muster.

Kimberley merely rolled her eyes, motioning towards the kitchen before entering and leaving the blonde to calm herself down. Although, she was unable to resist catching the briefest of glances at Jessie firm backside as she passed, along with the mildest of stains it was leaving against the cream surface. Must’ve been a pretty intense session, she though to herself.

“Woah, the fuck? Jess, what is this?”

Jessie poked her head around the corner following the question, still struggling to wipe the mirth from her face. “What’s what? The kitchen? Ahh, that’s been here for a while.”

Kimberley regretted having even bothered, refusing to play into Jessie’s blatant sarcasm.

“No, this!” She pointed down at the pile of messy clothes and random detritus that now littered one side of the previously impeccable floor. Before adding, appropriate to the response she’d originally received, “-you ass.”

“Ah…” Jessie followed up, now slinking into the room. “Yeah… I meant to tell you. Susan actually… erm, popped by earlier.”

“And what? She decided to strip for you?”

Jessie chuckled a little too much at this. “Well… yeah. Kinda?”

Kimberley smiled spuriously at her roommate, quite clearly aware she was missing something.

“Look, it’ll be more fun to show ya,” the sweaty blonde replied, leaning forwards and grasping the pale hand of her roommate, who winced at the sticky sensation. “Come on, follow the leader.”

Jessie then whisked Kimberley from the kitchen and span her into the opposite room, that being their modest lounge area. Complete with couch, tv, and various other cosy fixtures. It was quite tidy, but still very lived-in.

“Sit,” Jessie said, neatly patting the cushion beside her after violently crashing down onto the sofa.

“Urgh, Jess, not on there. You’re still dripping. I can literally see,” she groaned, pointing down at the young woman’s palm imprinting against the cushion. “Can’t you just shower first? Like, I can wait.”

“No can do, I’m afraid. It’d ruin the surprise,” Jessie shook her head firmly, still patting the space beside her and smiling. “Just sit. Trust me.”

Eyes rolling, Kimberley was unable to deny that smile for very long, before tentatively lowering herself down beside her roommate, grimacing a little as she obscured the handprint with her own skirted rear-end. But no sooner had she settled into place, were two shining, bronzed legs thrown up onto her lap, splattering her skirt with an additionally showering of Jessie’s perspiration.

“Fuck, Jess! I need to wear this tomorrow!”

“Hey, stop being so dramatic. I can clean it,” she teased, still toting a brazen smile.

Kimberley groaned again, hovering her hands above the sticky limbs, unsure what to do with them. God knows she didn’t want to touch anymore of Jessie’s sweat than she had to. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

The eager blonde flicked her matted hair past her shoulder, pouting across at her frustrated leg-rest. “Just wait till you see what else I am…”

Not for the first time since returning home, Kimberley looked at Jessie in bemusement, but was past the point of bothering to solve her cryptic behaviour. Her pale hands relented and came to rest upon the golden shins atop her thighs, still writhing slightly as the office girl felt the nasty sensations she’d known were coming.

“Right, just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take my shoes off,” Jessie replied cooly.

“Get fucked.”

“Later. But shoes first,” she said, now bouncing her legs upon the redhead’s lap.

Kimberley’s face was impenetrable. She couldn’t have looked any less enthused, as if Jessie just told her to leap from the window. “I’m not taking your shoes off, Jess.”

“Come onnnnnnn. They’re not even that bad,” she cooed, flexing her feet around, only to undercut her hollow claim with several grim squelches from within the abused trainers. “Okay, bad. But not thattttt bad.”

“I can literally see your ankles. You didn’t wear socks, did you?”

Jessie shook her head proudly. “Look, just do it, and I swearrrr, I’ll make it up to you later. I swear it on the knowledge that this room might need fumigating after we’re done.”

Kimberley raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. “Fine, but we’re doing anything and everything I want this evening. Right?”

Jessie nodded silently, still wiggling her feet excitedly. And finally, Kimberley mellowed, matching the blonde’s smile, admittedly in a far more devilish fashion. “Better hope you’ve gotten better at holding your breath then…”

Jessie’s smile wavered ever so slightly at the last comment, her eyes widening a little in turn, so much so that Kimberley could’ve sworn she heard something akin to a nervous gulp from her partner. At least she’d made a strong impression on the girl last time.

Obediently, Kimberley began to unlace the first of the white trainers, however didn’t remove it until she’d also untied the knot upon the second. Partly for efficiency, but mainly given she want to spend as little time in the presence of Jessie’s notorious foot odour as she possibly could. The knowledge she’d have to endure even a second of it was unpleasant enough, let alone needing to unnecessarily extend that time.

Once both shoes were loosened, already starting to leak a bit of their sour fragrance into the wider room, Kimberley grasped the heels of both trainers and then tugged sharply, pulling each from its foot with a swift pop. Once free, both shoes tumbled from her hands and dropped down to the floor below.

“Ahhhhhh, that’s the stuff…” Jessie purred, indulging in the cool air that swept around her unleashed toes. They were unpainted, yet still nicely maintained, along with the rest of her amber foot. Meanwhile, her other half said very little, intent on inhaling on when absolutely necessary. Even without taking a breath, Kimberley was certain the air about her had gotten a little heavier in the aftermath of Jessie’s footwear emptying. Like that was any surprise.

“…can I go now?” The redhead whispered, still partially concentrating on limiting her breathing.

Jessie just giggled, her cheeks reddening as the thought of what came next drifted into her mind. “Hmm, not yet. You haven’t even said hello to Susan. So come on, don’t be rude.”

Kimberley squinted at the relaxed blonde, catching the slightest bit of stink and shuddering. Even after years together, the full force of Jessie’s foot aroma could still send her reeling. But even still, she felt her eyes drawn back down to those very feet as they shifted upon her lap. One foot crossing itself over the other and baring Jessie’s steamy, right-sided sole in Kimberley’s direction.

The sight caused her eyes to flash as her hand snapped to her mouth, accidentally pasting a bit of sweat onto her upper lip. Subsequently losing a grip on her composure, Kimberley gasped. And then instantly spluttered for air.

Amused, Jessie could already feel what her partner had just witnessed, but eagerly desired the chance at a look for herself, so hastily bent one knee up and balanced the occupied foot upon its apex.

Glued to her positively foul foot was a familiar tiny, nude woman. Skin almost as crimson as the expansive sole surrounding her, and undoubtedly just as smelly. Her arms and legs splayed out wide across the surface of the her foot, whilst the woman’s face was brutally compressed into the malleable flesh upon the ball of the foot. Jessie thought it looked as if she was giving the world’s sweatiest hug.

Finally getting her coughing under control, Kimberley just about managed to stabilise herself, partially due to the incredibly shallow breaths she was now taking. “Jess… tell me that’s not…”

“You can pretend it isn’t, if that makes you feel any better?”

The redhead snuck another hesitant look at the blonde’s slimy foot, only to feel a chill run down her spine as she imagined what the tiny woman’s last few hours must’ve been like. Jessie had been a gym nut for as long as Kimberley had known her, and one that seemed incapable of taking a workout lightly.  “It doesn’t.”

“I dunno why you care. She was gonna kick us out anyways,” Jessie trailed off, starting to play with her foot absentmindedly.

“She, what?”

“Oh yeah. Only reason she showed up here,” Jessie continued. “Banging on the door, barging in, searching through the kitchen.”

“Looking for wine?”

“What else? And then she got in a fuss, starting ranting, shouting, threatening to call her dearest husband, and then, poof,” Jessie added a flourish with her hands. “Bitch shrinks right down.”r32;

Kimberley still looked quite suspicious, knowing far better than to take Jessie at her word in any situation where the latter might be at fault. But still, it seemed plausible enough to her, at least for now. Or maybe her mind was just struggling to keep up in the odorous room in which she currently sat.

“Must’ve had that recent virus, or whatever,” Jessie said, still greatly enjoying the woman who appeared as little more than a plaything to the gargantuan girl. Who added, in a spitefully childish tone, sharply prodding Susan’s exposed back, “…the poor widdle fing…”

“So, she shrinks, and your first thought was to wear her to the gym? Not, I don’t know, call her husband, or the police, or something?”

“Oh yeah, great idea! I forgot you were that keen to go flat hunting again so soon!” The blonde said, looking dryly at Kimberley. “Let me go and grab her phone real quick actually, and she can tell her hubby all about the wonderful afternoon we’ve just had together. One hell of a bonding experience, huh Suzie?”

Jessie shook her foot, releasing a symphony of sticky sounds, intermixed with a fair few hardly audible moans.

“Before you shoved her in your sweaty fucking shoe, you dolt,” Kimberley retorted, now a little more acclimatised to the putrid aroma that still swirled about them.

“She was gonna kick us out before she got wormified. I just… removed that option. And no, it wasn’t my first though. It was my third. First, pocket. Second, buns. Third, trainers.”

Shaking her head, Kimberley looked thoroughly resigned to the current situation. It might’ve worried her something fierce, being keenly aware of the consequences of harbouring an unregistered, diminished person, but all the same, she couldn’t say she was exactly sad to see the justice her roommate had dealt out. Something that appeared to show upon her sharpened features, going by Jessie’s watchful response.

“Yeahhhh, knew you’d come around, Kimi. You always do!”

“Only because we out of options. Notifying anyone now would only get us in more trouble. So we’ll just have to hope no one knew she was coming here.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll be fine. Just need to clean up her stuff in a bit, is all. Her man’ll probably think she’s cheated on him, anyways.”

“Traded him in for a younger model,” Kimberley reasoned.

“…which she has,” Jessie said, winking as she gave Susan form another sharp poke into her youthful sole, sticking her tongue out at her smartly dressed counterpart.

Rolling her eyes for what seemed the hundredth time since she returned home, Kimberley hopped up to her feet, wobbling slightly on the sudden requirement of her fragile footwear. “Right, I’ll sort the mess and you… peel her off,” she muttered, turning to exit, adding, “and please, put your shoes back on, Jess. For my sake, if nothing else.”

“Ewwww, no way! I’ll take her off, but I am not putting those things back on. They stink.”

Now Kimberley moved to leave the room, her journey scored by the horrible sounds of tormented whimpers and moistened flesh being peeled apart. She could hear Mrs. Brikstole’s pitiable pleading mixed with the vile sounds Jessie’s sweaty appendage replied with, along with many a good-humoured tease from the giant girl whose stinky foot had utterly humbled the power-crazed parasite. But before she could reach the door, Kimberley was stopped in her tracks by that same voice.

“Kimiiiiii…” Jessie sang, smiling and flashing her eyelashes innocently.

Closing her eyes and hiding a smile, she turned around and faced the seated blonde, who now held the soaking, miserable landlady between her fingers as one might’ve clutched at a used bandage.r32;r32;r32;“Whatttttt?” The redhead replied, uncannily aping her partner’s sickeningly sweet tone.

“How’re your heels…? Especially after such a looooong day?”

“…they’re… tight…” She said, eyes narrowing.

r32;“Mmmm, and your feet?”

Kimberley knew where this was headed.

“…sore…”

“Mmmm?”

“…tired…”

“Mmmmmmm?”

“…”

“…lonely?” Jessie posited coyly, now raising up the dangling woman, still held between her fingertips.

Although she was still reeling from her annihilation within Jessie’s noxious trainer, Susan looked surprisingly cogent. Her frantic eyes darting back and forth between the two girls, following along and realising the nature of their discussion just a fraction too late.

“…very.” Kimberley replied with an icy smile.

“No, no, no, no- Wait! WAIT!” The minuscule woman began to splutter out, still hanging by her hair and watching in horror as the giant redhead took her seat once again. Crossing one leg over the other and carefully reaching down to her elevated, right-sided heel. The black leather was polished, clean and pristine, but there was no way the insides matched that exterior.

The giant girls both ignored her, too focused on the game at hand.

“Well, I think I’ve got just the solution, hun,” the blonde said. “My own personal home remedy, don’t ya know?”

“Oh?” Kimberley feigned surprise, maintaining the ruse of her own naivety.

“Finest foot service this side of the Atlantic, I’ll have you know. And very rare indeed.”

Susan was flailing around violently, trying to claw at Jessie finger, if not tear her scalp from from the hair which permitted her subjugation.

“You fucking brats! I’m a person, not a fucking toy! Or a shoe! Or a-“

Susan’s anguished yells were hastily silenced as Jessie turned her hand and rested the soft centre of her thumb over the woman’s face, muffling her with ease.

“Well, fancy a trial, my dear?”

“Ohhhh, if you insist…” Kimberley drawled, barely containing her laughter now, astonished Jess had managed to keep her own straight face.

With a concerted effort, the redhead gripped the thin heel of her shoe and drew it free. The withdrawal of her long, pale foot matched the grim sounds her blonde confidant’s own shoes had made upon removal. Perhaps not quite as wet sounding, but still permitting a ghastly amount of near-visible steam to burst from within.

Kimberley’s beautiful foot slipped free and bared in the warm, afternoon light. High arch and pale skin of particular note, along with her red-tipped toes, each wriggling as the foot moved back down, crossing over her leg once again as the vacant heel was handed off. Jessie snatched it greedily and strategically began to slide the landlady inside the unpleasant office shoe. Still keeping her thumb in place to smother its victim. However, once Susan rested against the length of the crimson insole, stained all over by the evidence of Kimberley’s dedicated work ethic, Jessie removed her thumb and finished off the performance.

“Ready for part two, little Suzie?” She cooed, still brandishing her sickening smile.

The incredibly irate and empty looking woman appeared to have attempted a response, only be punched in the lungs by the fresh odour to which she was subjected. Wheezing and gagging as she rolled about on the incline.

“Ohhh, come on. Don’t be so sour,” Kimberley joined in, appearing just as eager as her partner now, taking the shoe back from Jessie and lowering towards her waiting foot. “Look, there’s a bright side to your new accommodation…”r32;r32;r32;She paused for a fraction of a second, keeping all involved in a tentative suspense, until she was sure the woman was listening. Both pairs of eyes colliding. Two harrowed, two devious.

“…we won’t even make you pay rent.”

And without another word, Kimberley slipped her foot back into the heel and flattened the woman within. Smothering Susan’s whole being with nothing more than her moistened sole. She let out a contented sigh as she felt every inch of the woman sink into her foot, cushioning it perfectly. Meanwhile, Jessie just watched on, shaking her head in total disbelief.

“Fuck. Why didn’t I think of that line?”