Olivia stared blankly at the quickly setting sun as the evening glow washed the scenery in golden light. It was beautiful, but unfortunately, the reality of her toy shop job held her back from experiencing the majesty of the evening. A rustling from the inside of the store snapped her back to reality. For a moment, she thought one of the animals was causing a fuss, but Olivia spun around only to see her boss who was in the middle of clambering down from a shelf ladder.
“Ah, just you.” Olivia commented. Her boss was an older gentleman, but he mostly left her alone. She did a good enough job, so she thought, so he didn’t seem to mind her simply sitting around when times got slow.
“You can go ahead and flip the open sign now; I doubt we’re getting any more customers tonight.”
“Will do!” Olivia walked to the doorway and flipped the “Open” sign over, locking the door behind her. “What do I gotta do before I head out?”
“I went ahead and cleaned up some of the shelves already, so you don’t need to worry about that. Really, the big thing that needs to be done is just sweeping at this point.” He paused for a moment, “Oh yeah, we’re getting a new shipment of tinies in tomorrow, so I need you to make some room for them in the tank. Go ahead and deal with that for me. If you want to take some home, go ahead, I just want ‘em all gone before tomorrow.”
Olivia perked up at the last task. While tinies were a popular toy option for sure, it was common for there to be a few left over in the tanks by the end of the month. Some of them were damaged or just simply unappealing to the customer base. Since they get a new shipment every month and the boss didn’t want to keep non-selling merchandise on the shelves, it was typically up to her to dispose of the few leftovers that no one seemed to want. As boring as her job could be at times, she always looked forward to the end of the month’s cleanup.
“Yes sir!” She responded enthusiastically, quickly grabbing a broom propped up against a wall.
“Alright then! I need to go do something at home, so I’m going to leave you to lock up. Thanks for your hard work!” Olivia saluted as he grabbed his things from a table and disappeared into the back.
Now alone in the store, Olivia was giddy with excitement as she rushed to clean up the storefront. Tinies were a popular toy option for a lot of people, for whatever purposes their owners could come up with. Supposedly at one point they were all humans that shrunk, but that was so long ago that no one saw them as people anymore. That’s how, despite looking and talking like people, they lived in a tank on sale for anyone to buy. Some people purchased them as pets to care for, but not all of them could be so fortunate. Many a time Olivia watched as people bought a tiny, only to drop it down their pants or in their shoes the minute they completed the sale. She couldn’t judge, however, given her own use for the creatures. As she pushed the mop past their row of well-lit tiny tanks, she abruptly tapped the plexiglass wall with the sole of her shoe, snickering to herself as she listened to their pathetic miniscule squeaks from her kick. They’d have more than that to fear after she got ahold of them.
With a sigh of relief, she finished mopping the toy store floor, quickly ditching the mop in a supply closet before grabbing a small tub and returning to the tiny tank.
The two-dozen inch-tall people looked to the sky as the top of their enclosure opened up to reveal the gargantuan face of Olivia. A full month of living in the tank had conditioned them to think it was time to be fed, so the small crowd eagerly rushed out to greet their enormous caretaker. However, instead of food raining from the sky, her hand instead raced down to snatch an entire handful of tinies before roughly depositing them into the tub. Before the tinies could even react, the entire crowd was snatched from the tank and thrown into the plastic container.
The crowd murmured to itself in confusion as they looked around the cloudy container. High above, their normally gloomy caretaker seemed almost giddy to be taking them to wherever she was taking them to. They didn’t know much about her, all things considered. Amidst the pastiche of faces and customers that passed their tank, she was the one constant. The sudden change in demeanor did little to satiate their concerns as they were helplessly ferried through the back door.
The backroom was sparsely filled with a small handful of boxes, with most of the other inventory either on the shelves or pushed to the side to make room for tomorrow’s shipments. Perfect, she thought, there were very few places for them to hide.
Olivia came to a stop in the middle of the room and she knelt down before abruptly dumping the container onto the ground. A chorus of tiny yelps rang out as a rain of nude tiny bodies tumbled from the container and onto the cold, hard concrete floor.
They were used to being dwarfed by the gigantic girl who cleaned their enclosure and fed them, but the placement of their cage meant they very rarely got a proper view of the full enormity of the woman called Olivia. Her beat up, worn purple Converse alone were the size of city buses to them, leaving them eye-level with the off-white grimy rubber wall. Looking up, her black jeans stretched into the sky like dark pillars, eventually leading to a band tee and windbreaker, finally followed by her unusually excited face.
“Well, it’s the end of the month, and unfortunately, your little pests weren’t good enough to be sold. Now, we don’t like keeping non-selling merchandise on the shelves, so unfortunately for you, I’m just gonna crush you. It was nice taking care of you though, now squish nicely for me.”
As her booming declaration struck them, the crowd grew increasingly agitated, before she proudly announced their fate. The instant she declared their deaths, the crowd suddenly exploded as all of the tinies ran for their lives across the field of concrete.
Olivia’s shoe raced into the sky, before she brought it down with unimaginable force on a cluster of escapees. A seismic blast rippled across the ground, knocking many fleeing tinies off their feet, and buffeting the rest with a blast of wind. Those under her shoe had a brief moment to look to the sky before a hammer of rubber instantly obliterated them. Jets of blood squirted from beneath her shoe as their minuscule bodies exploded into unrecognizable gore. One woman next to Olivia’s shoe who narrowly survived the footfall screamed hysterically as the blood and viscera of one of the victims sprayed across her body. The rest could only either watch in horror or push the terrifying thoughts from their minds as they continued to flee. There had to be some way of escaping this hell.
Olivia pivoted, scanning the ground for her next step. All around, pale little bodies fruitlessly dashed away in all directions. Her next step came down like a hammer of death on a few more escapees, painting the soles of her Converse with yet more blood. Her shoe lifted, showing the grisly remains of the tinies. Where once were human figures were now crushed smears, ugly crimson streaks crushed to unrecognizable pulp beneath the firm rubber. Strings of bloody viscera stretched from the splotches on the ground to their twins on her sole, quickly breaking as she lifted her sole once more.
This time, the worn shoe clattered to the ground, quickly followed by her sock and the other shoe. Olivia winced at the cold of the concrete under her bare foot as she discarded her shoes. By now it was apparent just how much she was enjoying her experience as her massive, smelly bare soles slapped against the stone towards their next victims.
A few steps covered what it took the next little group a full minute to traverse. Suddenly, Olivia’s sole slammed down next to the cluster before roughly sweeping over the tinies. A wall of grimy, sweaty foot flesh suddenly barreled over them. The entire group was thrown from their feet under a tsunami of foot before sweeping them into a pile. Limbs shattered and a chorus of sweet tiny shrieks reached Olivia’s ears. The moaning pile of tinies could do absolutely nothing as the sky became a patchwork of sweat, filth and their former caretaker’s foot. The acrid stench of feet and the desperate wails of the condemned filled the air, and tiny hands outstretched in a feeble attempt to withstand the force of a god.
Olivia’s foot sunk into the pile, their squishy tiny bodies providing just the thinnest bit of resistance against her weight, a brief respite that almost instantly was expensed as thousands of tons of force compressed them down. Wails turned to grunts, which turned to dying gurgles as their tiny guts slowly began to seep from their organs. Bones shattered and pulverized, and organs popped, yet Olivia’s weight continued to rise on the piles of broken bodies and twisted limbs.
With one firm press, the pile of tinies liquefied as their little bodies ruptured and melded into a singular pat of gore. Mushy blood and goo squelched out from Olivia’s sole, homogenizing what must have been 6 or 7 tiny lives into a singular splat on the ground. She cooed as the warm liquid seeped across the ball of her foot, quickly cooling against the air and concrete. She swiped her foot into the ground, leaving a streak of blood and chunky viscera on the ground. Abject domination, and the control of life and death over lesser beings coursed through her veins. At one point, they trusted her, and this is how she repaid them.
Olivia looked around the room again with a frown. By now, the rest of the tinies had disappeared into hiding, leaving nothing but the crimson streaks of her massacre to dry on the floor. Every step left her foot sticking to the floor as the tacky blood left ruddy splotches on the ground. With an exaggerated spin, she plopped herself down on some boxes and splayed out her toes.
“Alright you little specks, just so you know, we’ve had a pest problem for quite a bit, and we’re going to have an exterminator come and spray in 2 days. If the bugs don’t get you and rip you to shreds, the pesticides they’ll put down will have you wishing they did. So, I have a little proposal. Why don’t you come on out and clean my feet… and maybe I’ll take the rest of you home. Hm? I would think that being a cute girl’s foot pet is a much better fate than being consumed by a spider or dying alone from nasty chemicals. Just come on out and get to work and I may spare you!”
Olivia patiently waited on her makeshift seat for the familiar sight of pale little creatures nervously approaching her feet. She tried her best to stifle a laugh. Even after she so callously massacred so many of them, they still seek some form of safety at the same feet that liquefied their friends. The tacky remains of those specks were smeared across the cliffs, speckled with dirt and filth picked up by her step. The crowd stared blankly at her soles, not a single one willing to make the first move. Olivia frowned and dropped her toe down on one of them. One more squirt of blood stained the floor, spraying viscera all over the shellshocked bystanders.
“Get to work or the rest of you will join them.” Olivia ordered, before pulling her phone from her pocket.
The tinies instantly rushed towards her foot and began to scale the wrinkled, sweaty wall. A dozen mouths and two dozen hands set to work, slowly but surely removing grime and filth from her feet. Even the crushed smears, no matter how much the idea of licking the remains of their former friends off of their demented captress’s soles was, their survival quickly overrode their disgust for the foul sludge they choked down. One found itself caught between her toes. Olivia looked away from her phone before quickly leaning forward to snatch the tiny from her toes.
She stared at the frantic, panicked little creature between her fingers. He was surprisingly cute, well built and attractive. In another life, perhaps she might have wanted to get with him, but unfortunately, the universe doomed him to be tiny. There were other cute boys out there anyway, she mused to herself as she absentmindedly tossed him into her mouth.
She didn’t always eat them, but every time she did, she always enjoyed the panic in her mouth before she did it. The frantic flails, the pathetic squeaks as just her simply moving her tongue around created a violent maelstrom of chaos for the hapless little creature in her maw. Oceans of saliva battered him around, and the pink, squishy wall of her tongue deftly manipulated him like the toy he was to her. On occasion he’d smack against the pearlescent pillars of her teeth, each impact threatening to break him as she violently toyed with her meal. All of this was merely foreplay for what she had in mind for him.
His screams amplified as she deftly deposited him onto her molars. He flailed in desperation, trying to escape what he knew was coming, but Olivia was too quick, and gently, but firmly pressed down, feeling the trembling boy between her teeth. It was over. Her jaw was like a hydraulic press, digging the sharp points of the teeth into his body as he desperately squirmed for some form of mercy. His begs turn to soft wheezes, then to gurgles as the overwhelming pressure overcame his tiny body. Gore exploded inside her mouth, as her teeth firmly obliterated the cute boy into a cute spray of visera. The crunching attracted the attention of the specks at her feet, who turned to look at her. Olivia simply smiled, proudly baring her bloodstained teeth for all to see. A few more firm chews rendered what was left of his body into a fine pulp, which she quickly swallowed. She flipped open her phone camera and used it to peer into her own mouth. Most of him was washed away by her saliva, but bits of blood and viscera clung to her teeth and gums as a nice reminder of the carnage just biting down on a tiny caused inside of her. She snapped a photo; a quick memento to remember today, before turning back to her tinies.
“Ok ok. Let’s figure out what to do with the rest of you.” Olivia deftly shook the tinies from her right foot, before lifting it onto her knee.
“The seller was right, you guys really can clean.” She mumbled to them as she admired her foot. All the dirt, grime and crushed tinies was completely washed away, as if she never even stepped barefoot onto the filthy floor.
“Now, for your reward. Hmm…” She audibly murmured as she thought about what to do with them. “If you guys are so good at worship, perhaps I have another purpose for you.”
Olivia reached down and snatched 5 more tinies from the ground, leaving the last 5 with only each other in the shadow of her soles. This drawing was a mixed bag of tiny guys and girls. They were cute enough, but unfortunately none of them was attractive as the boy currently melting in her stomach. Oh well, they’d do well enough for what she was going to do with them. Olivia deftly unbuttoned her pants with one hand and exposed her solid purple panties. A dark stain along the crotch quickly revealed to them just how she felt about the senseless brutality she so cruelly inflicted.
With no other fanfare, she lifted the waistband and dropped the squirming little things down into the depths.
“Lick.” Was the only command she gave before sealing them in for good.
The pile of tinies squirmed aimlessly in the damp, burning cavern they were trapped in. Slick flesh and tacky fabric encased them, making movement throughout the woman’s panty incredibly difficult. The stench of her pussy was thick in the air, cloying and unforgiving, creating a hellish atmosphere. Their confinement tightened as Olivia gently rubbed her crotch. As she relished the sensation of tiny bodies squirming against her, she turned back to the last tinies.
“Now!” She exclaimed, grabbing a small box from the stack next to her. “Let’s get you guys somewhere safe.” Olivia quickly scooped up the last of the survivors and neatly deposited them inside.
A disquieting silence overcame the survivors. The same girl who had just brutalized and massacred them was now offering to spare them and even smiling cheerfully as she carried them towards the exit. A few began to talk, but no conversation ever materialized as Olivia grabbed her belongings and headed through the storefront towards the door.
Olivia looked around one last time, making sure everything was as it should be. She was opening tomorrow so she would make sure her little mess was cleaned up before anyone else saw. With a delighted sigh, she locked the door of the store behind her, set the alarm and stepped out into the cool, crisp night. Everything was nice and peaceful in the darkness, just how she liked her workdays to end.
With her free hand, she unlocked the door to her worn out old car. She quickly dumped her stuff in the passenger seat before walking back around to the driver’s side; box in hand.
“Remember how I said you were safe? I kinda lied. If any of you are alive after this ride, then maybe I’ll keep you around as foot slaves or something. We’ll see. Nice knowing you little shits, now die under my ass like the bugs you are.”
Olivia unceremoniously dumped the box onto her seat. The tinies beneath cried and protested in desperation, but she couldn’t care less as she ungraciously plopped her ass down on top of them. A jean-clad meteor impacted the surface of her seat, instantly annihilating most of them beneath the deceptively firm denim and her buttocks. Olivia cheerfully wiggled her ass into the seat, making sure she properly ground up the last of the stragglers before putting the key in her ignition and heading back home for a well-deserved rest after such a long day.
One tiny had managed to escape it all. He was lucky enough to slip out through a crack in the back door the instant that cruel titaness took her first lethal step. While trying not to think of the brutal slaughter happening behind him, he could do nothing but run, not even knowing where to, just anywhere but where he was. His desperate escape led him to the front of the store, where just a month before, he had entered that forsaken place. He had no time to dwell on the past. All he could do was run.
After a bit more, he knew he had to take a break. With no more strength left in his tiny body, he finally stopped to rest beneath the shadow of a massive car. At the very least, the beast above would shelter him from any predators that could have snatched him away. As soon as he sat down, his eyes grew heavy, and he quickly passed out beneath the vast rubber wall of the tire.
Strange sounds woke him up. First, it was footsteps, then the sound of talking. Through his grogginess, he could almost make it out as Olivia, but his body was worn down and sore. Finally, a blaring roar filled his ears as some mechanical device above him emitted its fierce call. He had barely any time at all to drag himself out of the way as the rubber tire above that was sheltering him suddenly lurched backwards, instantly rolling over him and reducing him to an unrecognizable grime, the thin paste of his body too readily bonding to the thick road dust and soot that had accumulated on the worn-down tire. The final tiny, who had thought his escape from the cruel caretaker, was quickly scrubbed off by the repetitive scraping against the asphalt and forgotten for good.
An uneventful twenty minutes later and Olivia quickly turned into her apartment’s parking. She stood up, frowning but not unsurprised at how not a single tiny had managed to survive. Five ruddy smears were plastered into the leather, as not a single one could endure her ass. She would make sure to wipe it up at some point, but for now, the post-work fatigue overrode her desire to keep her car clean. Their loss was no big deal anyway, as the last few stragglers in her panties were still there to meet her needs. She smirked at the slight feeling of movement against her pussy. They were definitely still alive, and they would definitely be put to their proper usage. After she took a shower, of course.