Carrie woke up the next day to her alarm as usual but felt refreshed
overall. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a day like that” she thought to
herself as she sipped her morning coffee. After breakfast she got dressed for
the day. She felt invigorated from the previous day of shopping, so she donned
her new outfit- a bubbly yellow sundress. This sundress was the perfect fit for
her body and ended with a flowy skirt that hung a few inches above her knees.
She twirled herself back and forth in the mirror in admiration of her new
purchase. She slipped on her ballet flats, gave a quick little skip into the hallway,
grabbed her keys, and headed out for another photoshoot. She felt like an
entirely new woman today.

Sam opened the door after Carrie rang the doorbell.

“Morning Carrie, it’s great to see you again” Sam said
excitedly.

“Good morning Sam, I’m glad to see you as well.” Carrie
replied

JT was on the phone in the living room as the two passed
towards the dining room. He looked up and smiled at Carrie, then quickly turned
his head while talking quietly to whoever was on the other line.

Carrie was setting her purse down in the kitchen when she
noticed a pair of brand-new high heels sitting on the chair where she was the
day prior. They were black leather, strappy, open-toe stilettos with red
bottoms and four-inch heels. Sam walked over from the camera equipment and
smiled at Carrie.

“Go ahead and try them on! I picked them up for you
yesterday, size 7 right?” Sam said with enthusiasm.

Carrie was shocked at the beauty of the heels. She’s never
worn heels like this before as they were always out of her price range. She set
the heels on the ground of the dining room and slipped off her ballet flats.
She carefully inserted her foot into the right heel, and then the left. After
adjusting the straps to fit her feet she stood up and found her balance. She
felt so empowered wearing these heels. The four-inch heels boosted her height
while her beautifully painted crimson toenails peeked through the tip of the
expensive shoe- completing the look. The muscles of her long and shapely legs
flexed and relaxed as she practiced a little walk to get comfortable walking in
the new shoes.

JT was staring from the entryway of the next room when he
interrupted her by clearing his throat and saying “Those look great on you! Our
next client is gifting them to you if you complete the next shoot.”

Carrie stopped in her tracks and looked up at him. Her face
was in complete surprise as she had never owned shoes like this.

JT continued, “The next shoot will involve several poses
with shrunken men around your feet, we will be focusing on the point of view
from the ground, so you will notice several cameras level with the floor.”

Before Carrie could say anything, JT brought up a duffle bag
to the table and unzipped it. There were several large bundles of cash that
spilled out onto the wooden table.

“We have had requests to make some of these videos which
will increase the cost to the client, so the payout for today would be
$20,000”.

Carrie’s jaw dropped. She stood there silently staring at
the money. She knew at that price point that some sicko would be getting off to
her squashing these helpless shrunken men. She glanced down at her feet and
flexed her toes. Pushing her conscience aside, she sighed and agreed to proceed
with the next shoot. She looked up and saw Sam setting up her equipment on the
kitchen floor this time.

Noticing her stare Sam looked up and said “I like the
lighting more in here, plus the cabinets are a nice backdrop.”

Carrie walked over to survey the new location. Her heels
clicked menacingly on the older marble tile as she rounded the counter and
looked over. It was a smaller kitchen, but it had more floor space than the
dining room.

“Alright, I’m all ready with the cameras, are you ready
Carrie?” Sam asked as she stood up.

Carrie got a good look at Sam today in the bright lighting
of the kitchen. Her jet-black hair was in her usual pony tail with her cute
bangs puffing out on her forehead. Today she wore dark-rimmed glasses that
complimented her punk look. She wore an old rock band tank top and no bra as
her pierced nipples were poking towards Carrie. Her black ripped skinny jeans
tucked into her Doc Martens that gave her a couple of inches more in height.

Carrie gave a nervous smile as she felt a slight girl-crush
coming on while Sam walked by to get the plastic container of doomed shrunken
men. Sam popped open the lid and pulled out a recently familiar sight: a
wriggling naked shrunken man. While she was distracted pushing the lid back on
the little man thrashed so hard in her finger grasp that he broke free of her
grip. Sam immediately moved to catch the free-falling little man but missed. He
fell with a slight crack against the tile floor.

“Shit!” Sam exclaimed as she finished closing the lid and
bent down on her heels to inspect the shrunken man on the tile. His legs were
broken for sure as they were contorted in unnatural angle. Blood was seeping
from several spots, and he was weakly trying to raise his arms up.

Carrie walked over to inspect damage and was shocked to see
the little man still alive.

“What do we do?” Carrie asked

“Well, I don’t think he will be standing anytime soon, so he
will be useless for the next shoot.” Sam said nonchalantly.

Carrie put her hands on her knees as she bent down to get a
better view of the writhing man. “He looks like he’s in so much pain!” she said
as she started to feel empathy building for the shrunken man.

“Do you want to put him out of his misery? Or would want me
to do it? Sam asked.

“I’ll do it, I feel terrible for him.” Carrie said as she
walked over to the broken man.

“Alright go for it” Sam said while standing up and taking a
step back.

Carrie stood with the broken man between her feet. She saw
him weakly trying to shout at her and wave his hands at her. She closed her
eyes, took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as she tried to imagine how
far the money could take her this time. When she opened her eyes, she stared
down at the diminutive man. He looked no different than the bugs she
exterminated at the diner the other day. He was a smaller being that was
completely at her mercy simply because she was bigger. She convinced herself
that she was doing just that- granting him mercy. She put her right hand on the
counter to brace herself and slowly raised her right foot to knee level. She
was about to stomp her foot down to splatter the poor broken man when she heard
Sam shout “Stop!”

Carrie froze in her position and looked over at Sam with an
inquisitive look on her face. Sam had been staring at Carrie this whole time.
She asked her “Would you mind if I got a better look?”

Carrie shrugged her shoulders unsure of what Sam was asking,
but soon realized as Sam began to get on all fours and lower her head to get as
close to the ground as possible. Sam was visibly excited as she asked Carrie to
continue.”

“Ok, I’m ready now!” She said with a smile. “Squish the
little bastard”

Carrie was shocked at the strange request, but again, every
request that has happened in this house has been strange to her. She rolled her
eyes and began to lower her foot. She could see over the toe section of the
shoe that the man began to struggle more- apparently realizing what was
happening. His broken legs wouldn’t budge so he could only shout and wave his
arms to ward off the imminent destruction heading his way. Carrie moved her
foot so it was completely covering the shrunken man, and lowered it until she
felt pressure under her foot. She knew that the man was struggling under her
heel with all of his might.

Carrie pondered to herself while staring at the expensive
heel on her right foot. This was just a fashionable women’s footwear item. It
only served to enhance her attractiveness while providing protection for her
feet from the ground below. It would be worn to events like weddings and
parties, but beyond that- it was just a shoe. But in this instance, it was the
only thing separating a terrified, but badly injured shrunken man from the
softness of her foot. It would provide the hardness to crush and mutilate his
body on the tile floor of some random house. No one would have ever expected
all of that to happen to these mundane objects, but today- it all was real.

She shivered at the thought and decided enough was enough
and pressed her foot down with all of her weight. She felt the crunch as the
man’s body literally exploded under her. Blood matching the color of her
painted toenails shot out in front and to the sides of the ball of her foot.

She stood there for a second, then began to lift her foot up
to inspect the damage. There was a flattened man there with his legs contorted,
arms above his head, and guts pushing though his right side. She stared for a
few seconds when she thought she may have seen him move a tiny bit. In horror
she pressed her right foot again on the shrunken man. This time there was more
of a squelch than a bone crushing sound emitted. She began to grind her foot
back and forth on his body to mince him and confirm the end of his suffering.
She rocked her left to right about four times before lifting her foot again.
This time there was nothing recognizable as human. There was a dark smear
littered with broken bones and mangled organs and viscera. She rested her right
foot next to her left and looked over at Sam.

Sam was visibly flushed in the face as she started to get
up. “Wow Carrie, that was hot as shit!” she said. “That little shit was
pulverized under your shoe”.

Carrie was a bit taken back by the comment as she did it all
as a mercy kill, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly empowered by the
action. Here was a tiny shrunken man who could do nothing but watch her simply
lower her foot until he was crushed into an unrecognizable smear by her mundane
action.

“Ok, now that we took care of that little accident, let’s go
over to the kitchen for the real shoot” Sam instructed.

Carrie walked to the middle of the kitchen and stook there
patiently while Sam carefully picked out another shrunken man. This time she
cupped her hands around the terrified shrunken prisoner as she walked over to
place him near Carrie’s feet. JT had entered the room and pulled up a chair to
begin directing the shoot.

Sam unceremoniously dropped the diminutive man a couple of
inches from her hands onto the cold, hard tile of the kitchen. The shrunken man
fell in a scrambled mess as he sought to get his bearings. Once he got to his feet,
he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked up to the skyscraper of a young woman
standing before him. Her face was in the heavens as she peered down at him. Her
large breasts jutted out in front of her as she rested her hands on her hips.
Her yellow sundress hugged her every curve in the most flattering of ways. Her shapely
legs extended like pillars far out of reach. Her feet were clad in striking
high heels that glimmered from shoe polish. Her crimson painted toes pointed
towards him, each larger than his entire body. She was a striking monolith
standing before him.

JT turned his tablet to face Carrie with today’s
instructions. The tablet read: tell him to get closer to your feet, and have
him worship them.

Carrie saw this, raised her brow, then commanded to the tiny
man: “Come over and kiss my big toe”

The little man was obviously terrified, but realized the
danger he was in by disobeying the giantess standing before him. He ran over
and began kissing and licking her big toe with all of his might. Carrie saw
this act of humble obedience and let out a quiet chuckle. In any other
circumstance, this man probably would have towered over her tiny frame, but
today, he was the size of a bug in front of her. She had forced him to kiss her
toe simply because she was much bigger than him. Carrie felt a tingle from her
groin as the thoughts of dominance washed over her. She could step on him and
crush his entire body underneath her foot, just like she did to the other
prisoner, and it wouldn’t even be much effort for her. She felt his tiny
efforts on her big toes and pleasant vibrations rang up the inside of her calf
up to her womanhood. She looked up from her daze and saw the tablet had another
message for her: “kick him around a little.”

Carrie returned her gaze to the diminutive man before her.
She pulled her right foot a couple of inches away from the tiny man and gave
him a little kick with her big toe. She felt him smack into it as he flew
towards the end of the tile he was standing on. He tried to get up to right
himself as she brought over her left foot and gave him a little tap. The side
of her foot knocked him back town as he rolled over himself. Before he could do
anything, the right foot was back at it- knocking him back to the left side of
the tile. This process repeated over and over as Carrie toyed with the tiny
man.

Bloodied and battered, the little man could do nothing to
stop the giantess and her whims. No matter what he said, or did, he was
completely at her mercy. If she wanted to kick him, she could. If she wanted to
crush him, she could. He realized how powerless he was in his current state and
began to weep in agony.

The feet didn’t show any mercy to his situation, however. He
was getting rolled back and forth by an onslaught of kicks and taps that
battered his tiny body. He would feebly raise an arm to ward off an impending
kick only to have those pretty toes slam into him over and over. All this while
a subtle foot odor overpowered all of his sense.

Carrie was knocking the little man around and couldn’t help
but feel aroused at her dominance over the helpless man. She watched him writhe
and sputter on the cold tile but showed no mercy. Her womanhood ached for
stimulation as she felt her nipples harden in her bra. She looked up to the
tablet which now read: “Crush him with a hard stomp”

Carrie, who previously would have rejected the order, found
herself somewhat excited to execute the tiny man. She paused from tumbling the
tiny man around like a rock on a hiking trail and stood before him.

“Sorry little bug, it’s time for you to go squish” she said
mockingly.

The shrunken man was too battered and bloody to respond
meaningfully. He only could twitch his arms and legs a little in protest for
what is about to happen.

Carrie held onto the countertop as she raised her right foot
high in the air. Her right foot was her preferred foot for crushing bugs at the
diner, so it just felt more comfortable to her to crush the man in the same
manner. Unbeknownst to her, the previously crushed prisoner’s innards were
still plastered to the slight tread of the designer heels. Carrie peered over
her large bust to ensure she was on target, and then slammed her foot down with
authority on the shrunken man. His body exploded immediately, showering nearby
tiles with blood.

Carrie then rested her weight on her right foot to fully
crush his body. Before removing her foot, she looked up to JT for any
additional instruction. He simply nodded at her in approval. Carrie elected to
drag her foot back to her left foot, which left a grisly crimson smear that was
littered with broken bones and pulverized organs.

Sam silently clapped indicating that Carrie had performed
her duties exceeding everyone’s expectations. Sam then popped open the lid of
the plastic container and withdrew another trembling prisoner. She walked over
to where Carrie stood and gently placed the terrified shrunken man at her feet,
then she walked back to her position behind the cameras.

JT gave Carrie a slight wave and pointed towards the
illuminated screen of the tablet in his arm. It now read: Impale him with your
heel.

Carrie blushed at the cruelty of the odd request. She had
begun to adjust to the idea of crushing the tiny men under her high heel clad
feet, but to take the spike of the heel and drive it through the tiny man
seemed a bit much. She sighed and pushed her conscience away yet again and
looked down at the doomed bug/man on the floor.

The tiny prisoner had got to his feet and looked up in
horror to the giantess before him. Her gaze from above pierced right through
his soul. He turned to run from her, screaming in terror. He hadn’t gotten but
a few steps when something hard drove right into his back.

Carrie looked over her bust at the small man as he got to
his feet. “He must be so terrified” she thought to herself as he began to run
from her. She let out a small chuckle at his attempts to ward off the
inevitable. She gave him a slight kick right in his back to get him into a
proper position to complete her task. The kick accidently sent him flying a few
feet in front of her. Her heels clicked on the tiles as she got in position above
the shrunken man- now unable to move from the waist down.

The tiny prisoner had the wind knocked out of him and was in
excruciating pain as he tumbled over the dirty tile of the kitchen floor. When he
finally stopped, he was face down, and unable to move his legs. He heard the
deathly clicking of the heels from the cruel giantess above- who didn’t even
know his name. He screamed for all his worth.

Carrie approached the shrunken man wondering why he hadn’t tried
to get up and continue his escape. She stood, one foot on each side of the tiny
man and gave him a slight kick with her right heel to turn him supine. She succeeded
in knocking him on his back as his arms continued to wave in the air. She grabbed
the counter with her right hand again and raised her left heel this time. She
let the ball of her foot contact the ground in above of the shrunken man as she
positioned the deadly pillar of her heel over the broken mans abdomen. She
slowly lowered the spike so she wouldn’t miss. Once she felt the familiar pressure
of a shrunken man’s body under her heel, she stood on her left foot- bearing
all of her weight on it.  She heard a
crunch and splatter as the heel drove right through the man’s abdomen. She put
her weight on the ball of her foot once again and lifted her heel. To her
astonishment and horror, the shrunken man came up with the heel- this time
impaled by the designer shoe.

The tiny prisoner was choking on blood when he felt like he
was hit by a truck on his right side by a shoe the size of a bus. He was
knocked on his back and saw the giantess getting into position to crush the
life out of him. He prayed for mercy and a quick death as he saw her extend her
left foot above him. To his dismay- she placed her foot above his head, with
only the deadly spike of her high heel looming above him. This renewed his
fight to survive as he knew nothing good was about to happen. He screamed and
thrashed his upper limbs around trying to get up, but his legs no longer
worked. He was forced down by the rubber sole of the pillar above him. He
smelled a faint foot odor as he looked up to see a focused giantess- focused on
killing him. He had a clear line of sight up the skirt of her sundress and
could faintly see the light-yellow panties that covered her womanhood. Before
he knew it, the heel slammed down with a force that liquified his organs. He screamed
as he looked down his body and saw nothing but a shiny black heel with a red
bottom. He was beginning to pass out as he felt his body lifted into the air.

Carrie pulled her heel back behind her leg to see the
impaled shrunken man barely moving from the shock of his injuries. She felt bad
for him as she looked to JT for guidance on how to end it mercifully for the
shrunken man. JT only held a sign that said “scrape him off your heel and mash
him”

Carrie quickly complied as she didn’t want the man to suffer
further. She lowered her left heel again to the ground and tilted it outward.
She used her right foot to scrape the damaged shrunken man off of her foot.

He fell to the ground with a wet splat. Blood and intestines
dripped down her deadly left heel as she adjusted her feet so she was standing
above him. She decided there would be no fanfare on this squish as she simply
placed her right foot on the broken man and rubbed it back and forth until there
was nothing left but a dark red smear on the tile.

Sam exclaimed from behind the cameras “God that was brutal,
nice job Carrie! We just have one more for today, could you take off the heels real
quick?”

Carrie began unlacing the shiny leather straps and thought “Oh
geez, I bet they are going to want me to step on one barefoot, gross”. Her
motivation returned when she glanced over at the table containing the money. She
lifted the blood-soaked shoes and handed them to Sam who set them aside and
plucked out another terrified man. She pulled out some double-sided tape and tore
off a small strip. She then stuck the tiny man to the piece of tape on the
ground in front of Carrie and walked back to her cameras.

Carlos fought with all of his might to free himself from the
grip of the gothic goddess that had him pinched in her fingers. He hadn’t seen
his friend Clyde for a couple of days, so he knew nothing good was coming his
way now that he was selected by the giantess. He heard her rip something in the
distance and he soon found himself stuck in the supine position to the cold
tile with a beautiful busty giantess standing barefoot before him. He was awestruck
with emotions as he eyed the monolith before him. He tried to move his arms and
legs, but all of his limbs were held down by the tape.

Carrie looked up to JT to see that he had written “Slow barefoot
crush” on the tablet. She sighed and stepped into position. She couldn’t believe
that people wanted to see this happen. A shrunken man in front of a woman, and
they simply wanted to see her crush him like a bug. It all seemed wrong and a
poor use of a shrunken man, but the pile of money said otherwise. She placed
her hands on her hips and raised her right foot shaking her head.

Carlos could see the giantess contemplating something but
soon began screaming in horror as she raised her right foot over him. The foot
cast a deadly shadow as it loomed over his entire body. He could see each
little wrinkle from years of standing on her feet. The foot odor began to wash
over him as the light began to dim as the foot began to lower. He could see
every detail of her foot: the waves of footprint, the pieces of sand adhered to
her foot, the cute little toes that were at eye level as they descended towards
him.

Carrie began to lower her foot onto the man trapped by the
tape. She kept his face between her big and second toe to ensure proper
crushing placement. Once she began to feel the counter pressure of his tiny body,
she focused on the feelings coming from her foot. She was about to snuff out a
tiny life for the enjoyment of some unknown person. She used to object to the action
but was beginning to feel more comfortable with executing the tiny men. She
felt empowered and aroused at the fact that the simplest movement of her foot
could mean the end for the tiny prisoner. She began to push down as she saw the
tiny mans face turn bright red from the pressure. She couldn’t hear his screams,
nor feel any thrashing of limbs like before because he was adhered to the piece
of tape. Her foot pushed down harder until she heard a splat indicating that
the man had been fully crushed. Blood shot up between her toes like stepping in
mud. She cringed at the thought but couldn’t help that it kind of felt good to
her. His guts spread out between the tape and the sole of her foot in a pleasant
squishy manner. She sighed with relief knowing that this shoot was over and
looked over towards JT. The sign now read “raise your foot to show the client
the damage”

“Gross” Carrie thought to herself as she quietly complied by
raising her right foot towards the cameras while balancing on her left. The
tape, that now contained a mangled crushed body, had stuck to the sole of her
foot. Blood was seeping around the edges and running down her perfectly soft sole
as she made an awkward pose for the cameras. After several flashes of light and
camera shutters, Sam stood up and smiled. JT was in the background clapping
before pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a call in the other room.
Carrie set her right foot down with a squelch as Sam came over with more wet wipes
to clean her off.

Carrie reached for the wipes, which Sam shook her head no saying
“I got you”. Carrie shrugged and raised her right foot to Sam. Sam’s delicate
touch sent shivers up Carrie’s spine giving her feelings that she hadn’t felt
in a long time. Sam deliberately and diligently cleaned between each of Carrie’s
toes sending waves of pleasure to her womanhood. Carrie let out a soft moan
that did not go unnoticed by Sam. Sam simply looked up at Carrie and gave a
cute wink while running one of her tattooed fingers between Carrie’s big toe
and second toe- where Carlos met his end. She let go of Carrie’s foot and as her
foot began to settle to the ground, Carrie made eye contact with Sam. Without
breaking eye contact, Sam raised the index finger that was just between Carrie’s
toes and licked it with a wink, then turned to her camera equipment.

Carrie couldn’t believe what just happened- she just crushed
several men beneath her feet and had a brush with a lesbian encounter that left
her flushed in the face. She had never felt this way with a woman, and she felt
confused and aroused all at once.

She walked around the corner to gather her belongings and
cash when Sam stopped her.

“Don’t forget your heels, they looked great on you” she said
with a smile, then turned to clean up the kitchen full of blood splotches.

“Thank you, Sam,” Carrie said with a stutter in her voice.
She had never considered herself into girls at all, but she was having feelings
that she had never had before. Carrie grabbed the heels and duffle bag of money
and headed out to her car.

Once in her car, she set down the heels and admired them.
She never could have afforded such nice items in the past, but now she could
which was tremendously empowering. It was also empowering to feel those tiny
men splatter like bugs beneath her feet she thought to herself as she turned
the key in the ignition. She glanced over to the gifted heels and noticed a
small note tucked inside the black leather. She pulled it out, unfolded it, and
read the writing on it.

“I’m free tonight, are you 😉?– Sam” the note read with a tiny cute heart
drawn next to Sam’s name. Below the message was Sam’s number.

Carrie instantly felt herself blush as she surveyed her
surroundings and clutched the note close to her chest. Her heart was pounding
outside of her chest as she felt the blood rushing to her face. She was nervous
as she hadn’t had anyone over in a long while romantically, but she felt like a
new woman since her time with JT and Sam. “Maybe its time for something different
for a change” she thought to herself as she began to drive home. She felt butterflies
in her stomach as well as giddy while driving home. She pulled out her phone at
a stoplight and texted the number her address.

Sam texted back “Ill bring wine, does 8 work for you?”

Carrie texted “That works”

Sam replied “Good, I’ll see you then <3"

Carrie exhaled as she opened the door to her home. Oh shit, what had she done now, she thought to herself. She never would be so bold to invite someone over to her house when she knew there was an attraction. And she never had been with a girl, what was she thinking?!

She set her keys on the counter and began to clean her house knowing Sam was coming over later with a bottle of wine. She hummed to herself a cheerful tune as she got her house, specifically the bedroom ready for her special guest.