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Chapter 2

Back to present

Hannah kept glancing over at the guy that had sat himself at the back of the boat

“Oh my god Hannah, try to at least be subtle” said Clare struggling not to laugh.

“Ok he’s put on some music, I think. Looks like he is going to just vague out – we’re good!” said Hannah

Ellen lifted her shoe off the pathetic bug, who looked shocked to still be alive, albeit a tad bruised.

“Ok little one” said Hannah “what makes you think you get to perv on people and get away with it? Were you wanking or something?”

“As I said before” calmly started Greg, lying on his back “I was just trying to get past you to my home. I swear on my life that I wasn’t trying to perv, and I promise I was not doing anything like that!”

“Hmm, where are your clothes?”

“I don’t have any, all I have is tissues to cover myself with when someone drops one, but my last one is in my home, its my blanket”

“Blanket! That’s hilarious” laughed Clare “well, what do you think Ellen?”

“I think he needs to prove how sorry he is”

“How?”

Ellen looked down at the naked man “You see Hannah’s toes? Go kiss them. If she forgives you then you can walk”

Greg looked over at the blue painted digits, which wriggled expectantly “Don’t worry little guy, I had a shower at the office before we got some drinks, so I’m clean” she said with a surprisingly warm smile

Greg saw no other option so he hopped over and stood infront of the massive toes, the smallest one the size of his head. Suddenly unsure of his decision, he thought maybe he could talk his way out of this, but before he could even turn…
“Come on we don’t have all day” huffed Ellen impatiently as she used the tip of her shoe to push Greg into Hannah’s toes.

“Careful!” exclaimed Clare “I want some attention too. Try not to crush him just yet”

Greg panicked at this ‘what did they mean “just yet”!? are they going to let me go?’ and started kissing Hannah’s toes as if his life depended on it. Which it might just do, he thought.

“Ohhhh not bad, but surface affection is meaningless, get stuck in there” she said as she splayed her toes apart.

Greg didn’t care how degrading it was at this point, he reached in between the fifth and fourth toes and kissed all the way along the sides until he reached the base of the toes, and continued along. When he was done kissing down between the big and second toes he paused. Feeling this,  Hannah scrunched her face “hey who said you could stop” she growled as she squeezed her toes together, trapping his head.

Greg’s body started thrashing as he tried to escape, pushing against the toes with his hands. The squeezing intensified, cutting off his ability to breathe, and making his movements all the more frantic. Eventually the tickling sensation became too much and Hannah released the tiny head, which flopped down lying limp on the tip of her shoe.

“Aww I think I tired him out! Looks like he needs a rest” she pouted, struggling not to laugh. The ‘rest’ lasted about 5 seconds before Hannah couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing “oh my god! I can’t believe he actually stuck his head between my toes!” and pushed her foot upwards sharply, catching Greg in the chin and sending him tumbling back onto the floor. Conscious again but seeing stars, Greg was horrified as the shadows of Ellen’s two car sized shoes rose over him before coming down slowly.

“Spread your legs and arms out in a star shape NOW!” Ellen ordered the tiny man.

Still delirious from lack of oxygen, Greg complied only to find the woman lower her shoes onto his arms and legs on each side. His left arm and leg under her right shoe, and his right arm and leg trapped below her left.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Ellen leant forwards, her boobs pushing threateningly towards Greg as she slowly increased pressure him as her body weight moved forwards. Greg felt the pressure like a vice, he could hear small strains and groans coming from his tortured limbs. As the pressure became unbearable, it receded slightly – he was still trapped but didn’t think he was about to be smooshed under some girl’s white shoes.

“Arrrghhh… please, please stop this. I just wanted to get some water, that’s all!”

“Aww, you’re just thirsty?” Ellen looked suddenly sympathetic towards the small man.

“Yes, that was all, I swear”

“Well, let me help with that” Ellen grinned as she started sucking saliva into her mouth, before letting it drip slowly out through her luscious lips. Moving her head left and right, trying to aim for the bug she had pinned down.

“No! Please don…” SPLAT – Greg’s face and chest were smashed by the glob of saliva. The viscous fluid slowly spread over his body. As soon as it made contact it started burning his eyes and skin, after trying to free his arms and legs, he realised he was completely immobilised. Trying to hold his breath as long as he could, knowing in this position inhaling would drown him he prayed that the girl would let him up, straining gently in protest.

At this point Hannah was looking shocked at the sight of the tiny man drowning in the small glob of spit, whilst Clare was losing herself laughing to the point of tears.

After what felt like eternity, when his lungs were screaming, Ellen released the pressure holding him down and moved her shoes away from him.

Back to you

It was hard to get a good view of what was happening, why were they so focused on the floor? With dread, the realisation hit you ‘no, they can’t be doing something to a shrinky can they?’ You had a bit of a giantess fetish, but all the porn you watched still used special effects. You had heard of channels where people used real shrinkies they bought or caught as the subjects of horrific torture, allowing the host’s fans to vote and bid on ways they would kill the little people. You still didn’t think that was right as they were surely still human beings.

‘Should I do something?’ you thought to yourself. ‘No better not, I’ve been here looking like I’m not paying attention, it would look creepy. Besides, it’s not like the police will turn up if I call, but if I try to help they might call them on me!’

You decided to put your music on and stop looking. Unable to help, you at least wanted to be oblivious to the plight of the poor thing.

 

 

Back to the girls

Sitting bolt upright, Greg rapidly started wiping the spit from his face, trying not to get any in his mouth.

As he sat up, the spit rolled down his front, over his stomach and onto his crotch. For a brief moment the warm sensation made him forget where he was as the sensation of a beautiful woman’s saliva on his penis, caused him to stiffen. At the reactions from the women above, he froze in shame

Hannah noticed this first “Ewwwww! Oh my god he likes that!”

Clare’s laughter at the shrinky’s plight turned to disgust, whilst Ellen smirked

“That is just nasty, pathetic bug” judged Clare.

“Oh shit guys our stop is the one after this!” noticed Hannah “let’s finish up here if you know what I mean, and get ready to go”

“What about this freak?” asked Ellen

“My turn guys” stated Clare “I vote we take him with us”

“No wait, you said if I did what you asked you would let me go” begged Greg

“No” stated Clare “Ellen said you could walk. That’s kind of what I am going to allow”

“I don’t understand, you said… you…” Greg’s hope at being freed wase evaporating infront of his eyes

“Well it’s simple” cooed Clare as she slipped her right foot from its flat, exposing her large bare foot with nails painted shiny black.

“No, please, no. I’ll do anything!”

“I want you to come for a walk with me” seductively whispered Clare as she reached her foot forwards.

Greg tried to crawl away backwards but bumped into something hard, looking around he saw Ellen’s now repositioned shoe blocking his escape. Looking up he saw Ellen’s smirking face, with Hannah leaning forwards, smiling down at him “well if it makes you feel any better, I would have let you go!” she said cheerfully

The view of Hannah and Ellen’s faces was blocked as the Clare’s foot positioned over him, all he could do was watch as the wriggling peds approached him. Once they made contact, she pushed him down hard into the floor, using her toes and the ball of her foot to dragg him across the ground until he was right infront of her. Using her big toe she prodded his still stiff and saliva covered crotch hard, causing him to flinch. “hmm, you like that, don’t ya’?”

Greg couldn’t deny that the touch of a woman, no matter where it came from was something he longed for. Involuntarily, he pushed his crotch up a bit.

Hannah and Ellen gasped and started chuckling “oh my god” whispered Ellen “that is disgusting”

“Wow little guy” purred Clare “looks like it’s been a while for you, huh? Well, allow me”

With that she started rubbing the toe back and forth slowly, increasing the pressure and speed as she went “don’t worry girls, this won’t take long, I know what I’m doing”. Alternating between rubbing his shaft with her big toe, squeezing it between her peds, and rubbing the ball of her foot gently into his crotch, she gave Greg an overwhelming experience.

Greg fully believed her statement as he lay back down and fell into bliss at the feeling. The rough yet soft toes that were rubbing and grasping at him was unlike anything he had ever felt, and Clare was careful to apply the exact amount of pressure needed to elicit the desired reaction, without crushing his manhood.

Within a couple of minutes he was ready, and shuddered uncontrollably as he climaxed, reaching his arms forward and grasping the big toe that was humping his manhood. Finally laying back panting he saw an evil smirk flash across Clare’s face. The view of her deep brown eyes and warm smile was obstructed by her toes as they slid up his body, and crashing down hard onto his chest and head. Greg, shocked by this sudden aggression tried to wriggle away, but felt her toes lift and turn, manoeuvring him until he was sideways beneath her foot, when without warning the powerful digits gripped him and lifted him off the floor.

Screaming in fear, Greg was lifted up above the floor, with his face buried in the crevice of her toes. The screams of fear soon replaced with attempted screams of agony as the toes began to squeeze. Within moments, Greg could no longer even produce a sound as the air was squeezed out of him., leaving his lungs feeling collapsed. As he was about to lose consciousness, he felt a sudden feeling of freedom. No wait, he was falling through the air ‘what’s happen…’ – BAM

Ellen and Hannah watched in amazement as Clare expertly played with the minute penism bringing him to a climax within minutes. Clare showed off her dexterity by expertly manoeuvring the man who had quickly gone from moaning in ecstasy to whimpering in fear with her slender toes. When she had him in place she squeezed and lifted him. Hannah and Ellen started giggling, and Clare grinned as she began to squeeze harder and harder with her toes, until the knuckles turned white from the exerted pressure.

After a few seconds of crushing the air from the tiny she let go, letting him fall to the floor crashing into it unceremoniously. Without giving him the chance to recover she slammed the ball of her foot back into his body and gripped again, repeating the process of lifting, squeezing, and dropping, until Hannah exclaimed “Clare hurry up, we have to go!”

“Ok, ok!” Slamming her toes down on the barely moving form once more, she gripped him and moved her foot directly over her now empty flat, Clare released the Greg one last time. Slamming onto his back and seeing stars, Greg was aware of the softer surface he had landed on.

“Guys we have to go, we’re about to pull up at the wharf!” exclaimed Hannah

“No worries” purred Clare “I’m good to ‘walk’ now” winking seductively at Hannah and lowering her foot to her now occupied shoe

As Greg’s vision began to clear, he saw what was coming down towards him, memories of the very recent abuse he had suffered causing him to react instinctively, and scurry backwards as fast as he could.

It wasn’t until he hit the end of her shoe and saw her toes blocking his only escape that he realised what he had done. In horror he realised he had nowhere to go, as the deadly, wriggling digits came closer and closer.

Clare’s foot was fully in her flat, and she could feel Greg wriggling under her toes “ohhh looks like he got lucky, he isn’t stuck under the ball of my foot, he might actually survive a while!”

“Ok let’s go!” Hannah flapped frantically

“Ok come on then!” said Ellen

 

Back to you

You watched as the girls stopped giggling and got up, hurrying to the ferry offloading ramp, the cute blonde winking at you as they passed you.

Feeling a little guilty, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the poor soul they were toying with. Looking over, you couldn’t see any bodies or blood on the floor where they were sitting ‘they must have taken him with them, poor guy. The blonde was cute though’. Although cute in your mind, the blonde still had nothing on your girlfriend back home, Sophia.

After a few minutes the ferry started pulling away from the wharf, you chanced a look over to see if you could catch sight of the group of women. Sure enough there they were, the brunette with the white trainers was leaning on a post laughing hysterically, whilst the blonde wasn’t faring much better, pointing at the raised barefoot of the hot third one ‘I can only imagine what they are laughing at’

 

Back to the girls

As the girls disembarked the ferry they politely thanked the crew member for his service, and planned what to do next

“I know a bar that isn’t too far from here” chimed in Hannah.

“Yeh ok, let’s go, I need to blow off some more steam” agreed Ellen

As they discussed what to do, Clare felt Greg slipping around inside her flat. She started scrunching her toes and grinding her foot around on the ground. She felt him starting to slide forwards as her foot began to sweat and become slippery. When Hannah and Ellen started walking, she followed suit, feeling his body slip beneath the ball of her foot, and with each step, crushing him under the cruel ball of her foot further and further. Despite the additional resilience the shrinkies had, being directly trodden on wasn’t something they could withstand.

Inside the shoe, Greg was trying his best to stay beneath the relative safety of the giantesses toes, taking a horrendous pounding with every step but managing to hold on. After what felt like ages but was in reality only a handful of steps, he had little energy left. He stopped fighting and feet his legs slide under the ball of her foot. With the next step, his legs gave out and turned into bloody mush, causing him to try and scream, but the weight of her big toe smothering his face prevented any sound from leaving. As the kept stepping, he slipped further and further, losing consciousness by the time the rest of his legs had been destroyed.

Clare kept walking, sensing he had expired, but kept on stepping with a knowing grin on her face, twisting her foot as she stepped. Another step his legs are gone, next step his torso, next his chest, finally she felt some resistance as his head pressed between her insole and big toe, until that too collapsed in a satisfying crunch.

“Hey guys!” she called to her friends who turned.

Pulling her foot out of her shoe she flashed her sole, covered in blood and viscera “I guess he didn’t want to walk with us after all?”

They all laughed hysterically for a bit, before Clare slipped her foot back into her shoe, grabbed her friends by their hands and started leading them up towards the bar “you know, I hear this place sometimes sells shrinkies if they have them in stock”.

Back to you

‘Holy shit, she put him in her shoe and crushed him’. Despite your horror at the callous act, you couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal ‘no that is wrong, he didn’t deserve that fate’

You only hoped you were never in that position with any one of those three.

You put your music back on, and tried to put it out of your mind, looking forward to getting home to your girlfriend and putting the whole rotten week behind you.

 

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