A thunderstorm was drenching the earth as Carrie finished putting in her last stud earring when she heard the doorbell ring. She excitedly opened the door to a most spectacular sight. Sam stood near the door frame with her jet-black hair slightly wet from the storm. Her bright red lips were stunning in contrast to her usual goth look. Dark framed hipster type glasses complimented her striking eyes along with her several lip/ facial piercings shining in the yellow light of her porch. She wore a low cut tight black long-sleeved t shirt that blended in with her leather skirt below. She had on fishnet stockings that decorated her pale, but shapely legs that tucked neatly into her Doc Marten boots. Carrie couldn’t help but stare at the gothic beauty before her when she suddenly snapped out of it as Sam spoke.

“Well, are you going to let me in? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?” Sam jokingly asked.

“Oh… yes, please come in” Carrie said sheepishly as she closed the door behind her. “Thank you so much for coming over”.

“Psssh, I was getting bored over there editing, I could use a girl’s night.” Sam said as she set her bag on the table while removing a bottle of wine. “Oh, I hope you like Riesling- I chilled it in the fridge before I came over.”

“Riesling’s great” Carrie remarked as she retrieved two long stem wine glasses from her cupboard.

The two poured glasses of wine, then made their way to the couch and started off with semi awkward small talk. After the second glass of wine was poured, Carrie could start to feel the warmth creeping up on her cheeks. After the initial awkwardness, both girls got more comfortable in their conversation.

“So, I’ve noticed a change in you since we started the shoot.” Sam said. “I feel like you’ve gotten much more confident in front of the camera.”

“Yeah, not going to lie, I felt super guilty with the first shoot, but it is coming more naturally to me as we have continued.” Carrie responded.

“You’re a natural, I can see it in the way you hold yourself on set. You have exactly the energy we are looking for in a model.” Sam said as she got up to get the second bottle of wine from the kitchen.

Carrie was starting to feel her inhibitions lowered as Sam filled her glass with the delicious light and sweet wine.

“Hey Sam, can I ask you a personal question?” Carrie asked sheepishly.

“Of course you can Carrie, I’m here for you” Sam responded compassionately as she placed her hand on Carrie’s thigh.

“Is it wrong that I feel sexy and empowered while crushing and dominating the shrunken men? I mean, these guys must have had families and such, but I can’t help but feel like a goddess while I’m carrying out these acts.”

Sam smiled and made direct eye contact with Carrie. “No Carrie, that’s just it, you are a goddess to these tiny bugs. You are the dominant being that can exert your will on them regardless of their feelings about it.”

Sam took a sip of wine and set her glass on the coffee table. “And it’s incredibly sexy to see a woman as free as you are ending these tiny bastards. When I look at you, I see a liberated goddess simply exercising her power on a few subjects.”

Carrie’s face was fully flushed at this point as she took a deep breath in. She finally felt right in her feelings, and that it was ok to dominate these shrunken prisoners in the manner she had before.

“Thank you Sam, you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my chest.”

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but you still have a huge weight on your chest.” Sam said with a wink while pointing at Carrie’s bust. “Speaking of, those things can really do a number on those shrunken bugs.”

Carrie laughed so hard she snorted and spilled some wine. “Oh yeah, the girls here like to make small things go squish for sure” she said as she cupped her breasts and gave them a quick shake. “This one time, I was topless in my kitchen and noticed a small spider crawling on the counter. I felt a little bit frisky so instead of squashing him with my hand or paper towel, I dropped my right breast on it. You should have seen the mess it made” she said laughing.

“Oh shit, that’s really hot Carrie” Sam said while picturing Carrie using her breasts yet again to crush the life out of a tiny bug.

“I kinda wish they sold shrunken men to toy around with from time to time.” Carrie said nonchalantly while taking another sip of the wine.

Funny you should ask, I happen to have a few with me, for.. you know.. off set action?” Sam said with a smirk as lightning stuck nearby, shaking the whole house.

Carrie sat forward on the sofa and stared wide eyed at Sam for a moment. “I call bullshit on that one” she said while laughing and taking another sip of the wine.

“See for yourself” Sam said as she walked into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of wine and a plastic container. She filled both glasses and set the plastic container on the coffee table.

“No freaking way!” Carrie exclaimed as she set the glass of wine on the table. She stared at the plastic box with her chin in her hands, wide eyed in excitement.

Sam popped open the lid, and sure enough, there were several naked shrunken men tumbling over each other. All of them were in shock to see two goddesses beaming down at them.

While Carrie was off guard and staring at the container, Sam made her move. She reached over with her hand and turned Carrie’s face towards her. The two locked eyes for a second, then Sam leaned in and kissed Carrie on the lips. Carrie responded by placing her hands on Sam’s hips and kissing her back. The two made out feverishly for a solid few minutes, tongues wrestling in their mouths. Carrie could feel Sam’s tongue ring brush against her tongue several times which sent shivers down her spine. Afterwards, the two leaned back and stared into each other’s eyes.

Carrie felt the surge of endorphins rush to her brain. Combined with the effects of the alcohol, she was on cloud nine as she exhaled slowly. Her nipples were hardening in her bra as she fought the urge to send her fingers south to take care of her horniness.

Sam leaned in and whispered Carries ear, “Want to play a game with them?”

“What do you have in mind?” Carrie asked raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s see which one of these guys can hold on the longest” she said as she plucked two shrunken prisoners from the safety of the plastic container.

Carrie’s eyes widened with excitement as she realized what Sam intended to do. Sam removed her top exposing her bare chest. Like the rest of her body, her chest was a masterpiece of tattoo art that decorated her above average sized breasts. Carrie guessed that she was a solid C cup, maybe even a D cup. Her nipples were dark brown and pierced right through the center with a solid silver bar. Her breasts were perky, but still maintained the perfect tear shape. Sam gave Carrie a wink as she took the screaming men in each hand and put them near her pierced nipples.

“Better hold on, or I’m going to drop you” She ordered to the tiny men. “I think a fall from this far will be quite disastrous for something as small as you guys are”

Carrie watched from the couch as both men grabbed onto the bars that pierced her nipples. Once Sam removed her hands, both men were suspended by the bar and holding on for dear life. Carrie let out a giggle at their attempts to hold on as Sam stood up.

Sam placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the tiny men struggling to hold onto the cold metal bar. “First one to drop is the loser, the winner gets a special reward.” She said mockingly. “Which one do you think will win Carrie?

“My money is on lefty!” Carrie excitedly proclaimed.

“Ok, I guess that leaves me with you Mr. righty” Sam said looking down at her little champion.

Both men were screaming in fear as Sam started to sway back and forth, slightly jiggling her breasts. She let out a big toothy grin as she mocked the diminutive men.

“How long can you hold on?? I bet you guys wish you’d hit the gym more often before you got shrunk, bet you didn’t know that your life would depend on you pull-up ability.”

After a few minutes, both girls could tell that the shrunken prisoners were getting tired. The shrunken prisoner on the right nipple let out a final scream before he slipped free of the nipple ring. He tumbled past her exposed navel, black skirt and fishnets before hitting the wood floor with a crack.

“Awww, bummer!” Sam exclaimed. “Looks like my guy fell first”

She looked down to the helpless shrunken man and was surprised to see him starting to move his arms trying to get up.

“Well, we don’t tolerate losers, do we Carrie?” Sam said while focusing on the broken man on the ground.

“No ma’am we don’t” Carrie said.

“What should his punishment be for losing?” Sam asked looking at Carrie.

“Hey Sam, I don’t like having loser bugs on my floor.” Carrie said while getting up from the couch. “Would you mind squishing that one for me?”

“I would be delighted to” Sam said as she raised her right boot up in the air. She paused for a moment before slamming her Doc Martan down hard on the shrunken man. His body exploded from the sudden increase in pressure. Blood shot out in every direction from the initial stomp, decorating the wooden floor with flicks of crimson. Sam then raised her heel and placed her right hand on her knee as she was twisting back and forth, completely obliterating the tiny man’s body underneath the aggressive tread of the boot. Once she was satisfied with her work, she lifted her boot to inspect the damage. There was viscera crushed into the deep tread of the boot that only resembled a crushed bug. There was nothing human left of the shrunken man. She set her foot down and looked over to her left breast to see the tiny prisoner still holding on for dear life.

“We have our winner!” Sam exclaimed, “Carrie, what is this young man’s reward?

“I have an idea for that” Carrie said as she removed her own top.

Sam stared at Carrie as she reached behind her back to release the tension on her bra. Once she removed the clips in the back, her breasts sprung free of their restraints. Sam was hypnotized at the way Carrie’s breasts undulated with her steps towards her. The breasts wobbled and swayed with each step until she stood right in front of her.

Carrie had a devilish smile as she took Sam in her arms. Both girls looked down as the tiny prisoner screamed with renewed strength. Carrie began to pull Sam towards her. They both watched in intense focus as both girl’s breasts collided into each other. Carrie licked her lips as she pulled Sam even closer, which buried the shrunken man between their tit flesh. Both girls tilted their chins up as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Carrie reached up and pulled Sam’s head toward hers so that their lips met. The two made out as they felt the tiny struggles between their nipples begin to diminish. Carrie pulled Sam closer one more time which resulted in the tiny man squishing between their nipples. Only a little blood made it through the dense boob flesh as the two girls made out. Both of their nipples were hardening as the blood acted like a lubricant as they started to grind into each other, completely lost in their passion for one another.

After a few minutes, Carrie pulled away from Sam. All that remained of the shrunken prisoner was a bloody spot that printed on both girls’ breasts. Sam took Carrie’s right breast in her hands and planted her lips firmly on her nipple. This caused waves of pleasure to overtake Carrie as she felt Sam’s tongue flick back and forth on her nipple while she continued to suckle her breast. Carrie reached down and put a hand on the back of Sam’s head and held her ponytail while she applied gentle but firm pressure. Once Sam had thoroughly cleaned Carrie’s breast, she stood up and wiped her lips with her hand.

“Well, that was something” Carrie said while panting from the stimulation.

“Yeah, I love how you reward your tiny winner.” Sam said while lazily running her finger over her left breast, massaging her pierced nipple using the blood of the tiny crushed prisoner as lubricant.

“And I loved how you punished the loser under your foot.” Carrie remarked. “It was so hot watching you crush that one - that little guy didn’t stand a chance under your boot.”

Sam snickered and looked up at Carrie. “No, he didn’t, want me to step on another one?”

Carries eyes widened as she smiled. “I would love that!”

“Ok, pick one out for me and I can do it fast or slowly for you.”

Carrie pondered her options for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.

“Let’s put him down in the hallway, and give him a head start, then chase after him and crush him!” she said excitedly.

Sam nodded at Carries suggestion and simply said “you devil” with a grin as she walked over to the end of the hallway.

Carrie reached over to the plastic container on the coffee table and picked up a thrashing shrunken prisoner. She walked over to the hallway and placed the tiny on the floor holding her hands over him until Sam was ready.

Sam closed her eyes and started counting down from 15 as Carrie released her hands over the shrunken man.

The stunned man was suddenly blinded by the hallway light as Carrie removed her hands over him. The sight before him was terrifying. One giantess was tattooed and standing tall with her eyes closed counting down. The other was kneeling over him with a huge grin on her face. He could smell the alcohol on her breath as her breathing increased in depth from the excitement. Both giantesses were shamelessly topless. He took off down the hallway. It was hopeless for sure as the distance of the hallway was like several miles for him to make with his tiny legs. He looked back and heard the goth giantess get to 3…. 2…..1….

“Ready or not here I come!” Sam exclaimed as she opened her eyes to see a tiny man running with all of his might a few feet in front of her. She stomped extra hard with her boots as she quickly decreased the distance between the two. Carrie was simply mesmerized by each stomp, her terrifying boots slamming the ground to intimidate the little guy, as well as the jiggling of her free breasts completed the package for Carrie.

“Fe fi fo fum” she jeered as her stomping feet slammed near the terrified runner. The ground shook with every stomp causing the tiny man to lose his balance and fall on his face. He turned onto his back to see his destiny. There was a beautiful gothic girl staring down at him. Tattoos brightly reflecting off of her pale skin, nipple piercings hung high above him, blood red lips curled into a devilish smile as she started to lift a booted foot high in the air. He felt the rush of air as she lifted and suspended her foot above him. All while grinning down on him. “How could they be so cruel he thought” as the hard rubber sole contacted his tiny body.

He didn’t explode just yet, she held her foot in place, mainly keeping him pinned to the worn wooden floor. He heard several thumps crashing around him as a giant face appeared to his left. He could see a gigantic blue iris staring him down as the pressure suddenly began to increase. He could no longer breathe or move as the foot continued to descend on him. All while a beautiful blue eye watched his helpless demise with sick fascination. Soon everything went black as he felt his ribs and body collapse. His last thought lingered “How could they do this to me?”

Sam lowered her boot onto the helpless prisoner, but stopped right as she felt the pressure under her foot. “Wanna watch?” she asked Carrie.

Carrie smiled, nodded, and got down on her hands and knees. She had to press her head right against the floorboards to get a good view of the doomed man. Once she was satisfied with her view, she gave Sam a thumbs up.

Sam felt the pressure build under her foot as she was crushing the life out of yet another shrunken man. She started to hear the familiar cracking, then splattering of a tiny body giving out underneath her unmerciful foot. She placed her hands on her hips as she pulled back her boot, thoroughly shredding the tiny corpse like a despicable bug. The shrunken prisoner left a crimson trail in the wake of her unstoppable boot. Now that her boots have been soiled with the blood of the tiny prisoners, she started to unlace her boots while Carrie stood up.

“Wow, that was super-hot!” Carrie exclaimed as she got to her feet. Her face was flushed with emotions and alcohol. “I have another question for you”.

“Shoot” Sam said while dropping her boots with a thud off at the front door and walking over towards Carrie wearing her fishnets.

“Do you prefer crushing them under your boots or barefoot.” Carrie asked genuinely curious.

“Mmm, well that depends on my mood.” Sam answered. “Sometimes I want to dominate them under my boots and brutally crush them like the worthless bugs they are. Usually, I’ll stomp them hard to fully splatter them under my boots or wedges. Sometimes I want to feel every bone break in their body as my soft feet slowly crush the life from them. I also like feeling them mash up between my toes like play dough.”

“Woah, that sounds nice.” Carrie said almost in a trance at the casual tone that Sam responded to her question with. “Could I watch you crush one under your foot with just the fishnets on?”

Sam glanced over to her and smiled. “I would love to do that for you, but I’d like for you to try something new if I’m going to do this.”

Carrie nodded in excitement as the two walked over to the plastic container on the coffee table.

The men in the box hadn’t seen the giantesses in a while which was not reassuring for them. The unanimously screamed in horror as both of them suddenly appeared over them. Only now they were both topless and grinning down at them. They noticed the dried blood on the gothic one’s left tit and their situation became apparent: they were going to be used for the sexual pleasure of these two giantesses.

Sam bent down and plucked out one screaming man. She held him up close to her eyes to examine him thoroughly. He had a muscular build and was probably in his late 20s she deduced as she walked over and stood in front of Carrie.

“Ok, try to be open about this, trust me, it’s weird at first, but it will feel so good in a bit.” She said to Carrie as she reached down to Carrie’s panty line.

Carrie’s eyes widened in confusion as she didn’t know what Sam was planning initially. She felt her gentle finger strokes around the top of her lacy thong underwear, which caused her to bite her lower lip in pleasure.

Sam pinched the top of Carrie’s panties and pulled them open to expose her shaven vagina. Before Carrie could react to the sudden intrusion, Sam held the shrunken man at the opening of the panties, a couple of inches below her belly button. Sam looked up and stared directly into Carrie’s eyes as she slowly lowered the thrashing man into her panties. Carrie only watched in shock of what was happening to her in the moment.

Suddenly, Sam released the tiny prisoner and he crashed and tumbled down the front of the panties. He scrambled to get to his feet, but couldn’t find purchase in the soft lacy material. Sam then released the panties, and they snapped back in place- slamming him face first into her shaven vagina. He immediately freed his head and attempted to push his body back, but the panties held him firmly in place against the massive pussy. His nose was suddenly assaulted by the feminine smell as he wiped his eyes clear of her natural lubricant.

Carrie let out a gasp of surprise from the sudden feeling of a tiny being against her vagina and stepped back. She felt the tiny man pushing against her vulva which caused a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Carrie hooked her underwear with her thumbs and peeked inside. Sure enough, there was a tiny, terrified man looking up at her. His hair was wet with her fluids, and he was trying to reach up to free his legs from her vagina. She looked back at Sam who had just dropped her skirt, leaving her only in a black lacy thong. Sam plucked another tiny man from the box. Carrie watched as Sam lowered the tiny man, held firm by her black nails, to her own panty line. She hooked one thumb behind the elastic and opened them up a few inches. Sam unceremoniously dropped the tiny prisoner into her panties and let the elastic snap shut. She rubbed the front of her lacy panties, likely to position the poor helpless shrunken man, then gave a few pats on the outside of the panties. She smiled and picked out yet another shrunken prisoner and walked to the center of the room.

“Hey Carrie, do you have any spray I could use to clean up? I don’t want to leave a mess on your nice hardwood floor?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I have a bottle under the kitchen sink, paper towels are on the counter.” Carrie said while trying to maintain composure. She could feel the tiny man attempting to free himself from her panty trap, all while stimulating her womanhood. Every kick and thrashing limb sent an electric spark that traveled up and down her spine- thoroughly intoxicating her with passion.

As Sam went into the kitchen to retrieve the cleanup instruments, Carrie’s eyes drifted down towards her panties that now held a tiny prisoner firmly to her womanhood. She remembered picking out this particular pair at the store a few months ago. They were a bit more scandalous than her normal everyday underwear- so these were reserved for date nights. When she tried them on in the store, she never imagined that a helpless shrunken man would be entrapped by the lacy design. When the cashier rung them up, no one in the room could have imagined such a cruel use for the thong underwear. They were just underwear any other day, except for today- today they served to hold a shrunken captive against her vagina for the sole purpose of sexual stimulation. Crazy huh?

Sam returned with a bottle of lemon scented spray and a couple of paper towels in her left hand, while her right firmly held a shrunken prisoner. She walked over to the center of the living room and placed the cleaning tools on the ground, ready to be used to clean up the splattered remains of an intentionally crushed shrunken man.

Sam then placed the shrunken man on the ground and stood up to her full height. She was an imposing figure to the shrunken man. Her pierced nipples jutted out from her perky breasts, leaving the shrunken man in her shadow as she raised her left stocking clad foot. The tiny prisoner didn’t make it very far when Sam used her foot to push the tiny man to the ground. She pinned him there and dragged him back to her.

Carrie was watching this simple act of dominance and couldn’t help but feel aroused. She could feel that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter while watching Sam play with the tiny guy. The shrunken prisoner in her own panties was fighting her vagina with all of his might- further stimulating her.

Sam began to roll her foot over the tiny prisoner and occasionally tap him with her toes. Her smelly feet completely covered his face while the fishnet fabric acted like ropes to hold him down.

Frank had been on the same prison transport bus when his whole world changed. He was a large and violent man who always got his way in life due to his size and aggression. He couldn’t believe that he was so effortlessly lifted from the plastic container by some topless bitch. Before the shrinking, he would be the one pushing the woman around, but now he was being carried like a doll. Darkness overtook his senses as she closed her tattooed hand around him. He heard her rummaging around for something. Finally, he felt himself lowered to the ground and light flooded his view. His surroundings were something out of the movies. A beautiful topless giantess now towered over him. Her stocking clad feet were on either side of him. Those beautiful feet connected to long slender legs and a skimpy black thong covered her soft vagina. Her smooth, decorated skin was bare from the waist up as she tilted her head to the side and smiled down at him with a wicked smile. To his left was a giant bottle of all-purpose cleaner. Its black spray nozzle was at the peak of the bottle, all far from his reach. She also placed a couple of paper towels next to the bottle.

He knew nothing good was about to happen, so he took off sprinting away from the giantess as fast as he could. Soon a dark shadow overtook him, and he was forced to the ground. Foot odor permeated all of his senses as he felt himself gently dragged over the smooth wooden floor to the giantess. He looked to the left and saw the bottle and thought to himself “Fuck, this bitch is going to crush me and use that bottle and paper towels to clean up my body.” It was terrifying to him how a mundane, everyday cleaning chemical and paper towel could be so humiliating/ intimidating to him. He was going to splatter, and the same hands that plucked him out of the box and carried him so effortlessly were going to clean him up, like a freshly crushed bug- all for their sick enjoyment.

Sam had begun smothering and toying with the tiny man when Carrie got on all fours to get a better look. She saw Sam’s pale foot flex and curl as she used her foot to torture the poor man on the ground. Carrie detected a faint foot odor emitted from Sam’s foot- no doubt from wearing boots in this weather and could only imagine how smelly it must have been for the man getting pummeled by the same foot.

Sam lifted her foot and bent down to view her handy work (rather footly work). The tiny prisoner was barely moving, his body was bruised and beaten by the simple motions of her foot. This bug had no place in society- he was too fragile now. She crouched down and examined her work.

Carrie crouched down as well and extended her index finger from her right hand. She poked and prodded the shrunken man attempting to elicit a response. The man barely moved as she toyed with him.

Sam took it upon herself to curl her middle finger on her thumb of her right hand and lower it to the diminutive prisoner. She flicked him in the balls which renewed his screaming and hopeless flailing. Satisfied with her resuscitation she stood back to her full height and covered the tiny man yet again with her fishnet covered foot.

Frank was dizzy from the beat down he received from the goth bitch’s foot. He fought her with all of his might but kept getting pressed to the floor, smothered until he thought he would pass out, and poked by the stocking clad foot. His whole world was at her mercy, and he began to realize how hopeless his situation had become. After the beatings continued, he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, giving up his fight. Suddenly, the beatings stopped, and the foot was removed, bathing him in light. He saw both giantesses crouch down on their heels and observe him. He tried to beg for mercy and raise a feeble arm up to plead his case. He was greeted by a tree trunk sized finger slamming into his side. The finger that had red nail polish on it was cruel and unmerciful as she poked and prodded his exhausted body. He could do nothing to ward off her onslaught of curious poking. She stopped for some reason and his eyes drifted to the gothic giantess. He saw the huge shiny black nails of her right index finger curling into the flicking position and lowering towards his genitals. He could do nothing as she flicked him right in the groin. The pain was immeasurable as he felt and heard his balls crush under her simple action. He writhed in pain on the ground as the shadow returned, along with the foot odor to continue his torture. A cacophony of feminine laughter was heard above as he prayed it would be over soon.

Sam pushed down on the man with the ball of her foot. The fabric of the fishnets was pushing into his skin like a tourniquet. The pain radiating from his groin kept him from feeling much else as the sole of the giant foot held him firmly to the hard and unforgiving wooden floor. Sam started to drag and roll the tiny man around, toying with him.

Carrie was drunk on the sensations coming from her panties. The shrunken man was giving his all trying to escape the moist embrace of her labia. She lazily drew circles on the front of her panties, further stimulating herself as well as lightly pushing her shrunken panty prisoner into herself. She loved the sight in front of her. She loved how Sam dominated the tiny man with the simplest of actions.

She was not denied her final pleasure as Sam pushed her foot to the ground- completely crushing the helpless shrunken man. Gore shot up between Sam’s toes as she pressed hard on her foot. Carrie let out a drunken laughter as Sam’s goddess foot squished the tiny man into oblivion. Carrie looked up at Sam with eyes sullied with pure unbridled horniness.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, now” she said with confidence that she had not felt in ages.

Sam smiled while twisting her foot back and forth, pulverizing the tiny prisoner. “I like this Carrie!” She exclaimed while pulling back her foot, ripping the tiny man’s entrails apart- never breaking eye contact. “I’m going to rock your world”

Sam took Carrie by the hand, picked up the plastic box of shrunken men, and the two girls went into the bedroom.