Act I: Young Blood

“Ugh, what the fuck……...?” groaned Anura as his head throbbed with extreme pain, like it was the worse brain freeze he had ever had, while his surroundings began to take more shape as the blurred grey and white murkiness slowly faded away.

Imagine his absolute shock when he realised that he was sitting on a baby blue plastic chair behind a thick, solid, hard grey desk with a slide-out grey plastic tub, that was filled with his books and stationery inside a classroom. As his pupils dilated and he took in his surroundings, he soon realised that the classroom he was sitting in looked quite familiar.

He was sitting inside a brightly coloured senior-level primary school classroom consisting of furry fabric-covered walls with a range of different colours including red, blue, green, and white and dozens of posters covering a wide range of subjects including maths, English and science plastered all over the walls and the floor that was covered with furry blue carpet. Around the sides of the classroom were shelves and tubs filled with equipment such as books, scissors, glue sticks, colouring pencils and texters with the desks arranged in a way that made the students face each other in groups of 6.

Looking at his reflection in the shiny polished surface of his desk, he was shocked to see the face of his immature 12-year-old self staring back at him with no sparse facial hair stubble, his light reddish brown tween face and his small, almost 5-foot scrawny stature in his school uniform consisting of a blue buttoned shirt with grey shorts, grey socks and black laced school shoes. That could only mean one thing.

He was still passed out from whatever poisonous gas that fucking moron had released into the air with his stupid fucking drug canister and now he was reliving his most significant memories and fantasies he had cooked up inside his head while he was still unconscious.

He was hallucinating again.

Looking towards the front of his sixth grade classroom, he was shocked to see his sixth grade teacher 26-year-old Orina Sweetling standing at the front of the classroom in her dark green buttoned jacket with her white undershirt underneath, a black frilled dress that reached up to her knees and a set of brown ballet flats. The Australian born, ethically Han Chinese lady who could trace her ancestors back to the 1860’s Victorian Gold rush around Ararat and Ballarat was gesturing excitingly to the monitor generated image from her laptop that was being projected onto the whiteboard along with some notes written around it in blue texter with her whiteboard marker.

But when he saw the image of the bright red stiletto high heels, however, with the writing around that read ‘Write a short story that revolves around the concept of the image displayed here’ he knew exactly what memory he was reliving all over again.

The bright red, stiletto high heels had resulted in him writing his first ever giantess-shrinking themed and size fetish story.

It was quite notorious, gory and violent as well, with its unhappy ending, never mind the fact that a 12-year-old boy wrote it.

“Okay class!” chimed Ms Sweetling with a pearly white smile towards the sixth grade class of girls and boys. “For English today I want you to write a creative short story that revolves around the concept of the bright red stiletto high heels as shown on the board. Doesn’t have to be super long, around 2 to 3 pages and I will give you around 2 hours, from the end of recess all the way up until lunchtime. Super excited to see what you kids come up with!”    

She then added, “To make it extra fun I want the stories submitted anonymously and try not to make your handwriting look like your own so I can have the pleasure of deciphering of who wrote what!”

As soon as she said those words, there was a bright flash of light that blinded Anura as he was transported forward in time into his reliving of his memory.

Anura soon found himself standing right in front of Ms Sweetling’s desk on the left-hand side of the whiteboard with her sitting comfortably in her large black cushiony, mesh fabric, swivel office chair in front of a brown wooden desk. She was crouched over slightly with her holding a red marking pen in her hand while she went through a stack of lined papers containing students’ stories, each with a unique cursive style that each student had purposefully tried to alter to not make it look like their usual style. Her Dell laptop was open in front of her while several books, folders, loose papers and stationery were scattered all around her desk while the underneath black drawers were also slightly jarred open.

As his pupils traced down to her feet, he suddenly realised that Ms Sweetling had casually slipped out of her brown leather ballet flats and then pushed them gently to the underneath side wall of her desk, resulting in exposing her naked raw bare feet completely in his field of vision……….

It was almost like he was in a hypnotic trance and he just couldn’t take his eyes off her mesmerising bare feet. The long slender elegant toes with her toenails and cuticles topped off with a coat of glistening slate grey nail polish, the wrinkled pruned underside of her sweaty reddened soles that formed the lovely beautiful shape and arch of her foot. As he continued to stare in his hypnotic trance, she began to casually play with her brown leather ballet flats while she marked her students’ stories. Sometimes she would gently kick around her brown leather ballet flats in between the inward facing sides of her feet while other times she would half-slip her feet back into her flats and wiggle them around before then drumming her metallic grey painted toes against the grimy sweat-soaked furry ash grey insole and the short sides of her flat. She would even at times pinch the sides of one of her brown leather ballet flats in between her reddened moist toes and dangle them within her grasp like a crane or a wrecking ball before abruptly dropping them to the ground. He could even detect the hint of sweaty pungent feet and old leather in his nostrils which was being spread around in the air from the currents from the air conditioner in the classroom while it simmered at a muggy 30 degrees Celsius outside.

It was a glorious display of unaware foot and shoe foreplay that he just couldn’t take his eyes off secretly. And it resulted in some forbidden and somewhat perverted feelings deep down inside Anura as he realised later on as he got older.

He had a weird and morbid fascination with girls' and women’s feet that had resulted in him feeling a weird electrifying tingling feeling all over his body, ever since he was in preschool. But in recent months as he hit puberty the 12-year-old boy Anura had felt those tingling feelings become much stronger towards his groin along with nervous sweating and even the build-up of drool inside his maw. As he got older, he soon discovered what it truly was and now that he was 23 years old, he knew he had a strong foot fetish. But it was the particular forbidden attraction to his sixth grade teacher’s feet when he was 12 years old that those bottled-up feelings had really started to kick off and develop further on the cusp of early puberty, the very feeling that made him start realising that those electrifying tingles were sexually driven. One of his most significant self-discovering memories.

All these bottled-up forbidden feelings had resulted in his 12-year-old self writing a macrophilia story that he had submitted to his sixth grade teacher which had resulted in triggering a rather awkward and embarrassing reaction from her. It was probably because he had really started to explore that adult erotic fiction site Giantessworld at the time as well.

He really thought that by being anonymous she wouldn’t be able to decipher who wrote it…………

As he continued to stare at Ms Sweetling’s metallic grey shiny painted toes, which were now rubbing and tapping themselves gently against the carpet in his hypnotic trance, she looked up from marking her sixth grade students’ stories and then realised that one of her students was standing right in front of her desk.

“Oh, hi Anura!” she smiled sweetly at him with a pearly white smile while raising her bare feet slightly, resulting in her flashing her moist reddened soles in his direction. “Did you need anything sweetheart?”

“Um, no miss, I just wanted to drop this off……” replied the 12-year-old boy Anura hastily looking up and handing her a signed permission slip from his mother for the upcoming field trip to the Scienceworks Museum in Sportswood, Melbourne. 

“Oh, thanks for that sweetheart………” she smiled with her taking the permission slip from his outstretched hand, pulling out the top drawer on the left-hand side and then putting it inside. Then she looked at the pile of handwritten stories with some scribbled corrections with her red pen and sighed in a slightly irritated tone.

“You know Anura, I am seriously beginning to regret letting people submit their stories completely anonymously, let alone having no restrictions on the content of the stories!” confided Ms. Sweetling with her picking up a couple of sheets of lined paper with some red pen corrections. Anura’s heart leapt up into his throat when he saw that it was his story titled ‘Shrunken Misfortune’ that had been picked up, where he had tried his best to disguise his writing style by trying to be as anonymous as possible.

“I mean, listen to this one!” she exclaimed as she held the story in front of her face and began to read it:

“Mark’s head started spinning. His heart started pumping a million miles per hour. He was now utterly petrified……………”

As she continued to read, Anura’s heart rate began to accelerate by the second while her face continued to be twisted into a series of frowns and disgust.

“Slipping her slim foot inside firmly, she started to lift the other foot. Mark looked up to see a titanic shape blotting out the sun. He started to panic when he realised it was Penny’s foot. “PENNY, NOOO! I AM IN HERE!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. But his pleas were unheard. The foot came crashing down on top of him, getting compressed by the tip of the shoe and Penny’s big toe. He started to bleed, his blood mixing with Lucy’s foot sweat. He felt another jabbing pain as Penny’s second toe squished him in the left ribs. Now he was getting compressed by three forces. Mark was now soaked in a mixture of blood and foot sweat.  Huge gaping gashes tore through his whole body. He had the final strength to scream “PENNY HELP!!”. But no one could hear him.”

Then she reached the climax of the story:

“Mark’s body couldn’t take it anymore and popped, his blood and guts flying everywhere, plopping on her nails and toes. Under her massive mammoth toe were the gooey remains of Mark………”  

When Ms Sweetling reached the climax of the story she roughly slammed and rustled the lined handwritten sheets of the story on her desk and remarked “Amazing!” sarcastically while looking right at him and rolling her eyes.

“Do you really think so?” inquired Anura with cheerful optimism and a hopeful smile on his face.

“Yes, there is absolutely no way a 12-year-old child would ever write this!” she scoffed. “Especially something so sick, violent and disturbing as this with such an unhappy ending! I am willing to bet that the creepy janitor might have written this and then slipped this on my desk, pretending to be a kid! He clearly has an unhealthy obsession with feet and crushing and he seems to relish in it! Hence why it might be an unhappy ending for normal people like us, for someone like him he loves it and clearly enjoys it in a dirty way! It belongs in the backburner of the internet for other creeps like him along with all the other disgusting stuff like this! It’s the most sickest and disgusting thing I have ever read in my entire life!!”  

Shocked and offended, Anura retorted: “Well, putting aside its content, I thought it was rather well written!”

Ms Sweetling then looked at him with her mouth dropped open for a second. Then her face transformed into a facial expression etched in a mocking leer with a hint of curiosity as she quickly deduced the identity of the true writer of the story.

Cocking her head to the side in curiosity, she then asked “Did you write this?”

Anura’s face turned bright red like a tomato and his face burned red hot with embarrassment. Sweating nervously with a few beads of sweat running down his forehead and quivering, the 12-year-old boy squealed out in his tween boy voice “Most certainly not!!!”

“Anura Ahsoka Erandathi Wickramasinghe!!” exclaimed Ms Sweetling. “Do you fantasise about being shrunk to the size of a bug, stuffed inside a girl’s stinky shoe and squashed under and in between her beautiful toes!!”

“Of course not, Miss!!” exclaimed Anura with his face turning even brighter red with embarrassment and more beads of sweat trickling down his forehead while his quivering intensified. Looking outside towards the window and the asphalt concrete courtyard he then stated, “Now if you will excuse me, I’m going out for recess!!”

“Fuck……...” he muttered under his breath.

As he turned his back towards Ms Sweetling, he heard a snort of muffled laughter coming from Ms Sweetling behind his back with her covering her mouth with her hand and trying to suppress the mocking laughs erupting from her throat. 

That’s when his nightmarish hallucinations really kicked into overdrive.

As he turned his back towards her, he gave a sharp shrill scream as the eyes of her pupils transformed from dark brown to a glowing, blood red that signified the true evil lurking inside of her. This was actually rather ironic given the fact that in real life Ms Sweetling was the best, sweetest and nicest teacher he had ever had out of his entire schooling experience and yet for some reason she was being portrayed in his nightmare as her polar opposite and as the devil in human flesh. Cocking her head into a mocking leer with her flashing her pearly white teeth she stated chillingly: “If you’re so proud of your dirty little story Anura you can read it in front of the whole school…………”

 As soon as she uttered these words the floor beneath his feet fell apart to reveal a large black, gaping, ominous, bottomless sinkhole.  He gave a shrill scream as he plunged right through that sinkhole as the hallucination of his sixth grade classroom rapidly blurred away from his perceptual view, with it transforming into a point of singularity as he continued rapidly plunging down, down, down…... towards into the pitch-black abyss into the unknown.

Unable to take it, he tightly closed his eyes shut………….

When his feet stopped their downward, free-falling motion with him abruptly stopping feet first, he opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself standing on a set of polished wooden floorboards, which appeared to be a stage of some sort with two flights of wooden stairs on both sides. He looked at his brown hands and quickly realised that for some reason he was clutching the lined handwritten sheets containing his short and somewhat perverted giantess story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’.  Looking behind him he was horrified to find two sets of massive draping blood-red theatre stage curtains towering 50 feet above his head with a set of Greek-styled, white marble pillars and a frilled fabric lighter red stage curtain lining around the frame of the theatre wing.

When he looked upwards however he was even more mortified to find a gigantic looming figure of his sixth grade teacher Orina Sweetling, who was looking down at him with a mocking grin, revealing her pearly white teeth, with each tooth being as big as his entire head. Her East Asian dark hazel brown hooded eyes were looking right into his soul while her eyelashes and the creases of her eyes were twitching a bit. Judging by her colossal upper torso, which sported her dark green buttoned jacket and her white undershirt containing her perky balloony tits, which were as big as a 5-storey apartment building that could smother him within their clammy grasp, Anura estimated she must have been at least 50 metres tall. Her hands, which were as big as school buses with long curled fingers and cuticles that were sporting slate glistening grey nail polish that was the same colour as her toes, loomed over him like clutched claws like she was his puppet master, who was making her tiny little puppet boy humiliate himself on stage.

“Come on Anura…….” she jeered. “Don’t be shy now! You always act like such a docile, little mouse but little do they know what goes inside that insane, dirty little mind of yours, you little weirdo! Time to show everyone who you truly are…………”

She flexed her pupils towards the front of the stage and uttered: “The world’s a stage sweetheart……. Come on Anura, let’s see how many fans came to hear your weird little story……...”

Anura’s eyes then turned towards the front of the stage and almost collapsed and fainted in sheer horror at what he just witnessed. Around a hundred sixth grade students, which was his entire cohort, were seated in red fabric velvet chairs, that were surrounding him at a 360-degree angle in multiple curved rows, that were raised one step higher to gain a full view of the central area. A flight of stairs had been carved from the very first row at ground level within the central area of the stage to the highest and last back seated row at the top, which was at a 10-metre vertical height above the central area of the bright stage. Suspended in pitch black nothingness of the black abyss and void of his mind, with no walls and ceiling so that he couldn’t run away to escape even if he tried, was every introvert with crippling social anxiety’s worst nightmare. Being the centre of attention in front of dozens of judgemental people, who had their eyes glued on you, watching and listening to your every word and movement and were ready to tear you apart like ravenous bloodthirsty wolves at the slightest hint of discontent. He could see all of them eyeing him, all dressed up in their blue buttoned shirts and grey shorts for the boys and blue and checkered uniforms dresses for the girls, with some of them wearing their green and gold patterned sports uniforms and were watching him hungrily with their intense stares and glares.

As soon as Ms Sweetling shined a bright whitish, yellow stage spotlight that exposed himself within a hundred kilometre radius, Anura just wanted to curl himself into a ball, like a snail retreating back into its shell so that no one could see him………

With tears in his eyes, he looked up at Ms Sweetling’s gigantic looming, jeering face peeping over the top thick wood frame of the stage curtains, which was so big it was like the moon that was casting a vast dark shadow over him and most of the stage, resulting in making him feel utterly insignificant and helpless at the complete mercy of a much larger being.

 “Please don’t make me do this, miss!” he cried. “I’m so scared!”

Ms Sweetling’s face soon turned into an angry scowl which resulted in her suddenly slamming her school bus-sized fist onto the stage area right next to him, with her slate grey painted curled thumb facing right towards him so that he could see the twinkles of stage light reflected off the polished grey cuticle right into his eyes. The force from the impact resulted in a massive explosive boom and massive shockwave, which was so powerful it resulted in him being thrown off his feet onto his hands and knees, with even shards and splinters of wood flying everywhere from the sickening crunch of her double decker bus sized fist sinking deep into the floorboards of the stage. When Ms Sweetling lifted her colossal fist, a shower of sawdust fell from the bottom of her clenched fist, along with a deep fist-shaped impact crater with cracked wood and crumbling floorboards around the rim of the fist shaped impact crater.

“You’ll do it!!” she hissed menacingly.

Gulping nervously with uncontrollable shivering, he got up off his bruised and cut knees and hands that even had pieces of wooden splinters sticking out of the wounds and then slowly made his way to the ominous black microphone and stand that had been placed directly in the front central area of the stage. As he leaned his mouth into the microphone and looked at his Shrunken Misfortune story, he could feel and see around a hundred pairs of sixth grade students’ eyes burning right into him, who were comfortably sitting from their red velvet theatre chairs.

“H-e-lllll-oooooo ev-e-rrrrrrrr-yyyyyy-ooooooo-n-e……………. I would………. l-i-kkkkkkk-eeeeee…………….to……. s-hhhhhhhhh-are………... a story………. that I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I…………. w-rrrrrr-ooooooo-te……………...” began Anura with uncontrollable stuttering and him wheezing and gasping in his throat like he had something big lodged deep inside. His entire body was shivering uncontrollably and his face turned bright red with sweat dripping down his forehead.

He just couldn’t get the next words out………….

Petrified by public speaking in front of a large group of his judgemental classmates, nevertheless being forced to read his taboo story by his cruel sixth grade teacher that would almost certainly destroy his entire reputation, he just stood there for the next several minutes, wheezing, coughing, stuttering and spluttering uncontrollably with him rustling the handwritten papers of his story Shrunken Misfortune in his hands while his entire body shivered and squirmed in discomfort. His classmates continued to watch him have an anxiety/panic attack with some of the crueller classmates snickering and smirking at him while others grumbled with discontent at the pathetic spectacle by the weirdo in front of them.

As Anura turned around and crouched down several times with him trying to muffle his uncontrollable, blurted out, stuttering sounds by putting his hands and forearms over his mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds he could hear the snide remarks from his classmates behind him.   

“Handicaps. No one wants to see this!” scoffed one of the girls.

“This is so sad, its actually kind of funny!” sneered another boy.

At one point Anura looked up and saw Ms Sweetling looking down from the top of the thick, wooden, stage curtain frame with a sick, leering toothy grin plastered across her face. She was definitely enjoying this, especially his humiliation in front of the entire sixth grade cohort.

Angered that people were relishing in his suffering, he swallowed up his social anxiety and inched his way back towards the microphone and stand, and then took a deep breath and began to read with him trying to shove all that fluttering, naked fear back down into his guts and put a brave face on.

“Mark’s head started spinning. His heart started pumping a million miles per hour. He was now utterly petrified…………...” began Anura in a nervous but unbroken, continuous line this time with no stuttering.

The noise of the hallucinated, black void theatre that was floating in mid-air dropped down to a pin drop.

Anura gulped nervously and then looked at the facial expressions of his sixth grade classmates. Some of them were looking at him with their angry and disgruntled expressions, others with bored expressions while some of them just looked at him in shock and confusion.

“Um excuse me………. I said……” Anura said, trying to clear the air and the awkwardness in the theatre due to the bizarre nature of his creepy, little short story that was being presented to the public.

“Get off the stage, freak!!” yelled out one boy, which resulted in an eruption of raucous cruel mocking laughter from everyone in the theatre, with some of them even booing at him in a mocking fashion with them cupping their hands around their mouths to amplify the sounds forwards. 

From deep inside Anura’s soul, a little bit of anger bubbled its way up to the surface.  

“Argh, you jerks are jerks!!” yelled Anura into the microphone. “You don’t even understand fine literature and wouldn’t know a good story even if it hit you in the fucking face!!”   

The angry outburst of the 12-year-old boy was interrupted by a shower of bubbling, frothy thick spit slamming down right on top of his head and then causing him to be completely drenched from head to toe. The force of the spit ball was so strong that it caused him to sink onto his hands and knees suddenly in submissiveness with his entire vision blurring for several seconds and his entire head throbbing in extreme pain. In fact, he swore he could even feel some blood trickling from his scalp and oozing in between the fine, spiky black hairs before it then trickled down his forehead and over the bridge of his nose along with severe bruising on his head and dizziness.  

The spit ball was around five times his size, with an enormous volume that was thicker than water and due to the force it had exerted on him, it made him feel like he had been hit with a dump truck water load that had been poured directly on him from several metres above. Due to the thicker texture of the saliva, he soon found himself encased in a gooey spit bubble in which he desperately treaded to keep his head above the surface and to keep himself from suffocating. Due to the enzymes inside the saliva, it also caused his soft brown skin to be irritated, reddish and swollen, while his eyes burned with excruciating pain as well like they had had lemon and vinegar directly poured into them, causing him to shriek and close his eyes, with bloody tears trickling down his cheeks from his eye sockets from the extreme irritation. And what was really heartbreaking was that during all of this he could still hear the raucous cruel laughter from everyone around him in the theatre, who seemed to relish in his humiliation and suffering. 

However, the spit bubble began to break apart luckily for Anura, due to the exposure to the cool dry evaporative atmosphere, resulting in the liquid residue inside the spit bubble expanding and then spreading out across the floor. This resulted in the skin of the spit bubble popping and freeing Anura from his spit bubble prison. Anura gasped a breath of fresh air as he collapsed onto his hands and knees, with him still tasting the stale taste of honey and peppermint he had in his mouth with him coughing and spluttering with disgust.

Looking above him, he was horrified by Ms Sweetling’s gigantic head and upper torso looming over the thick, top, wooden mainframe of the theatre wing with her smacking her bright pinkish lips and gurgling some more spit in her throat and the tip of her tongue sliding across her top lip like a snake before it slid back into her maw. This made him realise that it was his puppet master Ms Sweetling who had literally spat on his tiny form as ‘punishment’ for his outburst which apparently the entire sixth grade cohort seemed to think was some form of sick amusement.

He had always been told most of the time to keep his mouth shut and speak only when he was spoken to…………

“Jerks, are we?!” sneered Ms Sweetling with her grinning to reveal her massive pearly white teeth in which she then proceeded to gnash together in a threatening fashion, resulting in strings and webs of sticky saliva forming between her slobbery, red thrashing tongue and the palate of her mouth. She then reached down with her left hand in a claw-pinching grabbing motion in which she then placed all her grey-painted glossy fingernails on the stage floorboards like a spider and then began drumming and tapping themselves ominously with loud hard thumps and echoes as they slowly began to make their way towards the 12-year-old battered form of Anura, who was sobbing quietly to himself and was still drenched in her spit, with some blood coming from his head and his eyes reddened.

 “No miss, I am sorry for my outburst!!” screamed Anura in pure, naked terror as her plushy forefinger and thumb pinched around his torso and raised him to her grinning face with her raven black hair and delicate East Asian features that were displayed in front of him like an IMAX screen.

“I don’t think you are truly sorry yet……” sneered Ms Sweetling, with her face twisted into a wide leer as she pinched her tiny sixth grade student in between her fingers. She then squeezed him around the torso causing him to squeal and gurgle painfully and then to thrash and kick his tiny arms and legs frantically much to the sick delight of the rest of the cohort who whooped and cheered.  As he felt her warm breath waft all over him while she smacked her lips and pried open her maw which smelled of honey and soy sauce she uttered ominously: “I think you need a change of scenery for you to read your disgusting little story. Maybe then you will do better with a smaller audience that you know more personally………”

 Without further ado and in a monstrous display of cruelty, Ms Sweetling flicked the tiny 12-year-old brown Asian boy into her maw with a swift swiping and flicking movement of her thumb and forefinger with her swallowing him whole in one gulp and a visible tiny lump moving down her neck, past her shapely breasts, inside her dark green buttoned jacket and white undershirt and then finally down, down into her stomach.

“Not bad…...” she remarked. “But a bit spicy!” with her grinning at her racial joke. “Kind of like a dumpling!” Then she gave a soft wet burp which made her blush and then cover her mouth with her fingers. 

Meanwhile, Anura gave a blood-curdling shriek as he was catapulted from her massive fingers and was then faced with an impenetrable fortress of white shiny stalagmites and stalactites, which in reality were Ms Sweetling’s massive chomping teeth that were as big as his entire body and were like grinding pistons that could grind him into lifeless meat. As he sailed in the gap in between her teeth, he then landed on the slobbery thrashing mess of her red tongue, which was twisting and bucking up and down like a bit of live sausage. As he landed on her tongue, he could feel hundreds of lumpy, rubbery tastebuds, which were the same size as his fists, pressing into his body with a wet squelch sound as they poked and prodded into his flesh and absorbed the texture of his taste. From inside her maw, he could see bits of food including what looked like tiny dumpling pastry pieces lodged in between the gaps of her teeth at the back as well as the pulsating wall and squelching inner cheek skin all around him along with the shower of saliva strings that rained down from her palate and the roof of her mouth above directly onto him.            

 As Ms Sweetling closed her mouth, she sealed him from the outside world and plunged him into complete darkness. Her plushy lips snuffed out the last remaining rays of light trickling into her maw. Then in one swift movement, the torrent of saliva dragged him backwards to the back of her mouth where under her dangling, pendulum-like, pink, fleshy slobbery uvula, the immense sound of wet gurgling and squelching was ringing in his ears. He then plunged down her oesophagus with him swept up in the torrent of the saliva waterfall and him screaming all the way as he plunged into the cavernous, ominous black abyss in which he then blacked out………

When he woke up again, he soon found himself blinded by a blinding white light that was shining directly above him.  As his eyes adjusted to the bright luminosity, he looked up to a single bright overhanging lampshade ceiling light that lit up the small room of whatever his subconsciousness had teleported himself to. As he looked around, he quickly realised it was a dark room that was lit up by the only light above him, where the light dimmed out towards the edges, with white walls all around him and a polished glistening black slate floor with no windows except for a single metal door with a rectangular door handle. He quickly realised that he was standing upon a plain white wooden table with a metal underframe and himself around 50 feet off the ground from his perspective, with two white chairs on each side of him and still shrunk to his puny doll-like state about the size of an action figure. It appeared that his nightmare had now teleported him to some interrogation room or prisoner holding cell.

As he looked at his reflection on the polished surface of the white wooden table that he was standing on, he realised with disdain that he was still being portrayed as his 12-year-old self with him wearing his school uniform and for some bizarre reason was still holding his short story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’ with all the handwritten lined pages perfectly preserved.

Suddenly the metal door swung open with a loud creak and his gigantic sixth grade teacher Ms Sweetling walked in, who was still wearing her dark green buttoned jacket, white undershirt, knee-high black skirt and brown flats. As she walked right over to him, with her looming presence casting a vast shadow over him, she placed her hands on either side of him and curled her fingers like clenched spiders, with her grey-painted fingernails drumming in rhythm. Anura couldn’t help but shiver in fear again.

“Hi Anura….” she jeered with her grinning widely to reveal her pearly white teeth and her pinkish, slobbery tongue and maw that Anura had just been inside just moments earlier which resulted in causing him to shiver in fear again as he knew now what it was like to be a prisoner inside there. “Hope you had some time-out to think about your actions in my stomach you bad boy……” she remarked with her unbuttoning her dark green jacket and lifting her white undershirt to reveal her bare stomach and navel. The yellowish mass of lean fat around her waist and her twisted navel with grey fluffs of belly button fluff inside then twitched and wetly gurgled loudly resulting in causing Anura to shriek loudly and fall to his knees in naked terror as he did not want to be digested inside her stomach again as his ruthless sixth grade teacher had already tried to do to him.

“Oh, stop faking it Anura!” snarled Ms Sweetling. “I know deep down you are enjoying every little single bit of this!”

Deep down, he knew that he should be dead with his corpse being digested and being absorbed as part of that stomach in front of him as fat since she had swallowed him whole in one gulp but this was all happening inside his mind so his mind had interesting ways of making the transition from one nightmare to another through the jumpstart of perceived death. Events didn’t need to make logical sense in a nightmare. And the dialogue coming out of Ms Sweetling’s mouth was actually the darker twisted half of his subconscious that was berating him since in real life Ms Sweetling was actually really kind and gentle as a school teacher and never talked to kids especially in such an aggressive or unpleasant tone.

Ms Sweetling laughed when she looked down and spotted the story in his hands with her then saying: “Oh good, so you still have your perverted, little story! Great! These three girls that I am about to send in know you personally as some of my fellow students and don’t really like you at all to begin with so I can’t wait to see what they will think about you after this!” She then turned around and started heading back towards the metal door.

As she went through the metal door she called out: “Have fun girls!”

The gears in Anura’s head turned in fearful curiosity. Which girls could she be referring to………...

But then when he saw three gigantic sixth grade girls, who were all in their green and gold sports uniform that had the emblem of the Emu and the wattle tree logo plastered across their top pocket chest area that read St. Mary, he knew exactly which girls she had brought in and their interactions with him hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant.

His blood ran cold………

Fuck.

The first girl was Emily Heartthrob, a 12-year-old girl with long golden blond hair that reached down to her shoulders and had deep ocean blue eyes. She was the tallest girl in his sixth grade cohort from what he could remember and was one of the top female athletes at their school who especially excelled in cross-country, long jump and triple jump, an advantage given due to her height of 5 foot 2 inches (157cm) which was quite impressive for a girl her age. She was also one of the most popular girls in his cohort and didn’t exactly like quiet, meek guys like Anura who she saw as a creepy, shy weirdo and would often scoff at him and even sometimes passively bully him like laughing at him in front of everyone else when he wasn’t as athletic or sporty as the top boy athletes in their cohort.

The second girl was Ava Windsor, a 12-year-old light brunette girl with chocolate brown locks who most of the time had her hair done up in an angel horse ponytail and was also on the girls cross country interschool team, who was another top female athlete, though was not as good as Emily and was around 4 foot 11 inches (148cm) tall. Like Emily, she also picked on perceived weaker, shy nerdy guys and girls along with the popular kids in their cohort and had a habit of always chewing gum, which led her to often place chewing gum on and underneath Anura’s desk out of spite as well as spreading awful rumours and outright embarrassing lies about him behind his back.

The third girl was probably the most arrogant and snobbish of them all and her name was Rita Patel, who ironically was the shortest out of the three girls at 4 foot 8 inches (143cm). She was an Indian Hindu girl who was born to a rich upper caste family as an only child and had moved to Australia when she was around 6 years old. The 12-year-old light browned skinned girl had extremely long curly black hair that reached down to her elbows and like her friends, Ava and Emily was also on the sixth grade girls cross country interschool team. She had a certain persona of entitlement and selfishness, which often led her to expect kids who she perceived as lesser than herself to bow down to her and accommodate her every need, like she was some kind of royalty simply because she was the school valedictorian who was perfect and excelled in every subject and socially acceptable extra-curricular. The school loved to parade her around like their golden prize to other schools. When kids, for example, like Anura, wouldn’t grovel for her on their knees she would bully them more aggressively compared to Emily and Ava and would do stuff like stomping all over their books and homework and public rituals of humiliation like berating personal insults in front of everyone, viciously cyberbullying them on Facebook and vandalising their personal property. 

Nevertheless, to say it was already degrading that a boy was getting bullied by three girls according to his father who had accused him of being less of a man. His dad just didn’t understand the power structure of the school and the fact that it wasn’t as simple to physically fight back using his fists when you had like ten people on one and especially when some of them were girls. As he realised over the years people seemed to think girls were more ‘innocent’ than boys and would often side with them, despite the fact that he knew girls could be just as savage.

He hadn’t had the most pleasant interactions with the three top cross-country runners on the sixth grade girls' cross-country interschool team. Now that he was shrunk down to doll size and completely helpless, he shuddered to think what they would do with him now.

Anura felt absolutely terrified as the three girls stood around the table like a pack of wolves who had surrounded a helpless deer and were now eyeing him up hungrily and deciding what to do with the prey that they had captured. Their gigantic heads, with their manes of blond, brown and black hair that glinted in the white light and their looming upper torsos with their reflective shiny sports uniform t-shirts twinkling like stars, casted vast shadows over him, resulting in making him feel completely helpless and dominated.

“Well, well, well………. this is a fine sight!” snickered Emily with her glaring down at him with a hungry look in her ocean-blue eyes. “I always knew you were a little creepy weirdo but after reading your story now I know what really goes on inside that sick little mind of yours!”

“Oh, and by the way Anura, we all read your disgusting little story already!” interrupted Ava with a massive smirk plastered across her face. “No need to read it out to us!!”

‘Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!’ screamed Anura inside his head with him absolutely horrified that they knew what kind of fantasies went on inside his head.

“I want to play with the little shit first!” snickered Emily with her reaching out with a gigantic hand the size of a school bus that had long sharp unpainted fingernails and a black hairband wrapped around her wrist. Her forefinger and thumb that was pinched in a claw-grabbing motion slowly closed in on him like a shark closing in on a guppy and then squeezed him around his torso with her then slowly lifting him up to her face.

“Put me down, you fucking bitch!!” screamed Anura but his resistance was futile as Emily sharply squeezed him around his torso, resulting in pig-like squealing and wet choking gurgles emanating from his lips as his entire torso was wracked with pain. He felt like his torso was being squeezed through a printing press with multiple purplish bruises erupting all over his chest area, stomach and abdomen. As he was raised up past her chest area, he could see the vast expanse of green and gold shiny fabric from her school sports t-shirt as well as the school logo of the Emu and the wattle tree and the words ‘St. Mary and Year 6’ plastered across the chest pocket area with her developing tween breast buds slightly poking through.

“He squealed like a little pig!!” snickered Ava.

Soon he was facing the gigantic, billboard-sized face of Emily Heartthrob with her Amazon thick blond jungle of golden blond hair and locks cascaded messily over the sides of her head and reaching down all the way to her shoulders like draping tentacles with her ocean blue eyes glaring hungrily right at him. As he squirmed and kicked with his legs and thrashed his arms helplessly in the air that were sticking out the sides of her massive fleshy digits while being squeezed mercilessly in between her forefinger and thumb, her mouth was etched in a wide, pearly white, toothed sneer.   

“I will have none of that, you little cunt!” she hissed menacingly. “You’re my little bitch now. All mine…….” she sighed with power-driven satisfaction and then licked her top lip hungrily.

“Hmmmm…...I wonder what a little boy would taste like……...” she mused with her deep in thought for a moment before then grinning at him and opening her maw wide open to reveal her pearly white chomping teeth that were the same size and length as his entire body with her thrashing her slobbery red tongue around, which were lined with hundreds of lumpy taste buds with each one being the same size as one of his hands. From his helpless vantage point pinched in between her massive fingers directly in front of her maw with him flailing his little limbs around helplessly in pure naked terror as they stuck out of the sides of her gigantic fleshy digits, Anura could see every single little detail. This included her pink dangling pendulum-like uvula right at the back of her throat, where her tongue dropped off like a cliff face into the horrifying black abyss of the start of her oesophagus and her stretched inner pink cheek skin lining all around the curvature of the surface area of her maw. Her drooling maw wetly squelched loudly while strings of gooey saliva dripped down from the roof of her mouth along with a warm breath wafting all over him which had a scent of fermenting bacon and eggs……..

Emily then proceeded to extend her slobbery red tongue outwards like a conveyor belt right past her wide open, pinkish red plushy lips, which then twisted into a downwards pointing sickle shape and then headed straight towards her little living morsel that was being squeezed mercilessly in between her massive fingers while a set of ominous chuckles rumbled from deep inside her throat.

“MMMMMM……...Yum! My Favourite!!” she giggled.

“No Emily, please don’t eat me!!” shrieked Anura in pure terror. His high-pitched screams were interrupted by a disgusting slimy wet gigantic pink organ that rolled over him like a steamroller, which resulted in smothering him into Emily's grooved fingerprint and thumbprint and then soaking him in a disgusting frothy mixture of Emily’s saliva. He screamed as loudly as his vocal cords would let him but it was muffled into the revolting slimy pink wet carpet of Emily’s tongue as his face was firmly pressed into it with him struggling to breathe as her moist tongue clamped down over his nose and mouth and snuffed out most of the free oxygen. As the seconds progressed, he could feel every little grooved bump and lump moving over him which he soon realised with disgust were Emily’s taste buds that were saturating his flavour all over his body and taste-tasting him. A second later he heard a satisfied even louder “MMMMMMMM!!!” echoing all around him resulting in making him shiver with even more fear.  She liked his taste……   

As Emily removed her massive tongue from his tiny body with a loud wet sloppy pop, he coughed and spluttered with his entire body and school uniform soaked in her bubbling frothy saliva. As he wiped her spit from his hair and eyes, he looked up shivering uncontrollably into her cruel gigantic grinning face and ocean blue eyes with her licking her top lip hungrily.

“He’s all nice and salty, like a little snack!” she sneered, much to the laughter of the other two tween girls right next to her. “With a hint of spice and curry if you know what I mean…...” she snickered with her looking down at his brown skin, grinning at her racial jab and blowing her warm breath all over him from her terrifying, wide open, maw which had a stench of eggs and bacon.

“Want to have some more fun, my little shrunken boy?” she smirked. “I mean let’s be honest, based on your creepy little short story, I know deep down you are really enjoying every single little second of this…...”

As she began to lower him down towards her lower body Anura could see the twin towers of her white muscular athletic legs and feet, which were encased inside pink and white sports socks with a pair of black and white Nike runners along with the green hem of her sports shorts which had a waistline string tied in a bow just below her belly button above her abdomen.

Emily continued to lower Anura down with him firmly pinched in between her wet, spit-covered fingertips until he was facing a wall of green and gold canvas of fabric cloth, which he soon deduced was where her stomach was underneath it. With horror, he saw her free hand lift up her sports uniform t-shirt, revealing her bare, exposed creamy white stomach and navel, which had a layer of lean fat covering it with it even sporting a set of small toned abs, which was extremely impressive for such a young 12-year-old athletic girl. Out of the corner of his eye, he even spotted a glimpse of her training bra above him with it holding her developing tween breast buds. 

An eruption of noisy wet gurgles and squelching could be heard from deep inside her stomach along with her somewhat cute navel, which had grey belly button fluff tightly packed inside like sardines with it twitching slightly. Anura then heard her booming voice utter: “Want to hear something?” before she began slowly moving him closer and closer towards it. With a muffled scream, she pressed him right into her bare stomach and soft lean white tummy fat with her fingertips, causing him to be slightly smothered with her giggling upon feeling his panicked twitching and wiggling of his little body against her bare, white belly fat.  

“Hear that?” she grinned. “That’s the eggs and bacon I have been having for breakfast for the last several days for my upcoming 5-kilometre cross-country run….” she uttered with her ignoring the tiny helpless muffled screams from the 12-year-old boy pressed into her stomach who was struggling to breathe as her clammy white stomach skin and flesh pressed down on his mouth and nose. “Trouble is they don’t really give quite the boost of long-term energy as I would like to as they run through my gut fairly quickly and tend to tense up my stomach a little bit as well. But I wonder if a tiny little human can be converted to my long-term, lean fat reserves and a little bit of extra protein for my muscles and tendons as well to win the race…...” she sneered upon feeling his petrified shivering, which was the uttermost delightful to her as she felt a surge of raw power run through her.

Then without further ado she swiftly plunged his tiny Lego minifigure sized head into her navel and began indiscriminately turning his head around like a screwdriver with her trying to clean out her belly button fluff out by using his tiny head. Anura screamed and screamed as he soon found himself surrounded by a series of multiple folds of twisted navel knots and swirls that were smeared with wet and dry greyish-black fuzzy belly button fluff which wrapped around him like an itchy slimy blanket with his head sinking into the fuzzy mass like foam. The light was very dim and close to pitch black inside Emily’s navel and he was struggling to breathe inside this minuscule pocket of oxygen with the twisted folds of navel flesh and knots along with Emily’s foamy belly button fluff pressing down on his eyes and mouth which were resulting in slowly suffocating him bit by bit.

“Oh, fuck yeah!!” sneered Emily as she continued twisting his tiny Lego minifigure sized head inside her tight navel like a screwdriver with her enjoying the muffled screams coming from the tiny boy inside, which resulted in causing her to bite her lip in pleasure and feel an electrifying tingling sensation to flood her early pubertal body in a way she had never felt before that was stronger in between her legs.  She then jeered: “Get right in there!!” Feeling the twitching and thrashing of his tiny head wiggling and turning around inside her navel with it frequently rubbing up against her twisted navel knot flesh she then giggled and added: “Why are you screaming like a stupid little baby in there?! Don’t get squirmy!! Awwww, maybe you can’t breathe?!”

At one point he saw out of the corner of his eye a wall of thin, wrinkled blurry, almost translucent skin that was separating him from Emily’s stomach cavity. As he perked up his ears, he heard the sound of wet gurgling and squelching, like something was being digested and he soon realised with horror that he was seeing a snapshot inside Emily’s stomach where her eggs and bacon from her breakfast earlier in the morning were being digested, a place that he could be ending up very soon and suffer a similar fate.

Just when he thought he would pass out due to oxygen starvation, she pulled his tiny head out from her navel with her fingertips, with them retreating from her white stomach skin and tugging on his lower body.

“Ah, fuck yeah……… that’s so much better…...” sighed Emily with her giving Anura’s torso pinched in between her forefinger and thumb another sharp squeeze, resulting in another sharp pig like squeal to erupt from his tiny lips. “Much better than using my fucking finger to pick my belly button. Hey, I think I gave you a little fucking wig Anura!”

Anura touched his head and tears came to his eyes as he realised that Emily’s disgusting dry and moist greyish-black fuzzy belly button fluff that had accumulated over time inside her sweaty navel had now moulded itself nicely around his scalp in a spherical shape, with some splotches on his face and torso as well. He had never felt so degraded and humiliated in his entire life.

Emily then placed the broken and humiliated doll-sized Anura back onto the plain white wooden table and then wiped all the belly button fluff off him with her sharp fingertip. The immense ringed grooves of her grimy fingerprint and her razor-sharp distal edge of her unpainted fingernail resulted in some red scratches being slashed across his face and torso and tearing some rips in his blue school shirt as her gigantic fingernail got snagged on some of the tiny fabric threads.

“Okay, one of you can play with him next!” said Emily. ‘I have had my fun for now…...”.

“Ugh…...” groaned Anura groggily with him still dizzy from having his head shoved right up Emily's navel.

His thoughts were interrupted as two massive hands slammed down on either side of him with such force that it created a sonic boom and shockwave that threw him off his feet and shook the entire table. Turning his head around on either side of him in horror, he then saw two hands poised and clenched like claws that had fingernails that were chipped with a teal nail polish that was flaking towards the edges and were drumming themselves against the table in a steady, menacing rhythm. Shaking with petrified fear, he looked up to see the gigantic looming face and torso of Ava Windsor that was as big as a skyscraper compared to him and was casting a vast dark shadow over his puny presence. Wearing an identical green gold sports uniform t-shirt to Emily Heartthrob with her light brunette hair tied up in a ponytail, she looked down at him with her plasma-tv sized brown hazel eyes in glee with the light brown freckles peppered across her white cheeks lighting up since her face was twisted into a wide sickening pearly white, half toothy leer. While hungrily gazing upon him, she chewed some pink chewing gum in the corner of her mouth with the sickening grinding sound of her molars and jaw muscles ringing in Anura’s ears like pistons. 

“I’m not going to lie; he’s actually kind of cute!” giggled Ava much to the scoffed laughter of her two school friends as she reached out to the helpless Anura sprawled on the white wooden table with her teal-painted fingertips and then pinched him around his torso with her squeezing him tightly. This resulted in him squealing in pain and deepening his purplish bruises on his chest, stomach and abdomen which had already been created by Emily’s excessive squeezing.

 As she brought him up to her mountain-sized face, with her small metal bud earrings that were the same size as his head twitching slightly inside her earlobes and glinting like stars in the twilight, she gave him another sharp squeeze around his torso, causing him to squeal loudly again in sharp pain. She then opened her maw slightly and chuckled, however to Anura it sounded like roaring thunder. He could feel her warm breath waft all over him that smelt of watermelon and cherry bubble-gum with him gazing upon her horrifying set of pearly white teeth that were the same size as his entire body with the slobbery red carpet of her tongue lined with hundreds of tastebuds, her dangling pendulum-like uvula at the back of her mouth and her inner cheek skin which had all been stained a darker reddish green due to the bubble gum she was repeatedly chomping down on. But the most disturbing thing of all was that he could see the sticky ball of greenish-red bubble gum being lodged in between two of her side, recently grown, 12-year-old molars that was being stretched, pulled, pressed and moulded by her tremendous set of jaw muscles, which moved up and down in a rhythmic motion like pistons.

“I am not going to lie your funny little squeals are so cute, like a cute little pig!” she giggled. “You honestly remind me of the Barbie dolls that I used to play with when I was younger…….” with her squeezing Anura tightly around his torso once again, resulting in another sharp squeal of pain much to her utter delight. “Almost makes me want to kiss you!” she grinned much to the raucous laughter of the other two tween girls.

“Ewwwww Ava, don’t kiss him!!” snickered Emily. “You might catch his creepy nerdiness!!”

“Well, it’s not like any girl will ever kiss this fucking loser in his miserable, pathetic little life!! No girl could ever love such a disgusting creature!” snickered Ava. “I might as well give him the benefit of the doubt and show him what’s it like for once in his life……”

Without further ado, she raised the tiny boy to her bubble-gum-stained plushy pinkish red lips that were mockingly flexing at him in a kissing pout and then began roughly pressing him into her cushiony pinkish red lips with her teal-painted fingertips, resulting in a wet smack and squelch sound with her roughly rubbing him up against her sharp lip ridges and crevices.

However, there was no love or gentleness involved, instead, it was a cruel kiss of mockery which was violent and brutal due to her handling, which could qualify as borderline sexual assault. Anura screamed as he was coated in a thick, frothy, bubbly layer of pink-tainted, bubble-gum-tasting spit and saliva with his shrieks being muffled by the clammy surface of her lip skin which wrapped around his head and torso like a slimy plastic bag. The 12-year-old’s teal-painted fingertips continued to drag him up and down her top and bottom lips with him even passing over the tightly sealed, parting, cavernous gap in between her lips by tugging on his torso that was clenched tightly in between her forefinger and thumbprint. As his body passed over the sharp rough lip ridges and crevices, he could feel bloody cuts and gashes being torn across his torso, limbs and face, resulting in blood trickling all over his body and staining his blue school uniform a red brownish iron-oxidised red as well as feeling the blast of her hot breath slip out and a jolt in his body like a roller-coaster as he passed over the curved gap in between her top and bottom lips.

“Mwah!! Mwah!! Mwah!!” mocked Ava loudly and dramatically with her pulling Anura from her lips with a wet kissing smack and pop, resulting in revealing Anura to be battered, bruised and bleeding in between her fingertips like he had been jumped on by five people. “How did you like that Anura? Did you like my sweet, lovely, cuddly kiss, my little lover boy? My cute little Romeo!!” she jeered with her continuing to make mocking loud kissing noises and blowing kisses in his direction.

Anura was too broken and depressed by this point to even respond and just lay their suspended in between her fingertips with him crying bitterly to himself. As he looked out of the corner of his eye, he could see droplets of his own blood smeared across Ava’s top and bottom lip which glistened with absorbed bubble-gum tainted saliva.

“You can think of me as your Juliet, Anura!! Awww, I don’t think my little Romeo enjoyed his first kiss as much as he thought he would!” sneered Ava. “I might give him something a little bit extra to make my tiny little lover boy’s moment extra special!”

She then proceeded to move Anura closer and closer to her mouth, which was still chewing her cherished cherry watermelon bubble-gum with her massive bulging jaw muscles and molars that were still moving like pistons. Her lips then slightly parted, which was then followed by a whooshing, blowing sound of her cherry and watermelon-tainted breath blowing all over Anura, however, it was much stronger this time, almost like a hurricane.

“What……...” muttered Anura. His confusion soon turned to horror as he saw a pink bubble gum balloon protruding from the corner of her mouth and inching its way closer and closer towards him with him pinched helplessly in between her teal painted fingertips directly in front of her mouth and with terrifying precision directly towards him. The pink bubble gum balloon continued to swell up larger and larger as Ava continued pumping it with her rank breath with it getting within touching distance of Anura until………...

BANG!!!

Anura was splattered in strings of Ava’s sticky regurgitated pink chewing gum with a sound and shockwave so loud and close to him that it actually caused his eardrums to partially rupture and blood to trickle down out of his ears. Strings of pink gum that were soaked in Ava’s saliva and bubbling enzymes hung from his shoulders, hair and torso with his blood dripping from his body and mixing in with the sticky mixture, resulting in adding a cruel, nice final touch.

“Bullseye!!” sneered Ava.

“You know, you really are like a tiny, living doll…...” mused Ava as she released Anura into the creased, white palm of her hand by letting him slide down in between her thumb and forefinger and then started prodding and poking him with her sharp teal-painted fingertips of her other hand. This resulted in more painful groans from Anura as her plushy fingertips pressed and rubbed around and into his open torso wounds and then rubbed themselves all over his head, face and scalp with him wincing every time a razor sharp, microscopic edge of her fingernail nicked his brown skin.

“I am wondering if I should give you to my cute, adorable little Prep Buddy Sophia…….” mused Ava with her biting her lip in thought. “Her 6th birthday is coming up very soon and she has a huge collection of dolls. I have basically given her more than half of my own old Barbie dolls. Giving her a little, living doll like you would be a dream come true for her and the best birthday present ever with endless hours and ways of playtime…….”

“Let’s be honest, she would get bored with him pretty, fucking quickly!” interrupted Emily. “I mean the little fucking tweeb barely even talks, he just squirms around a lot, cries and can barely strike up a conversation. What sort of a shitty toy is that!”

“He’s also a fucking Timmy!!” sneered Ava. “I mean, big major ick!! No wonder why no girl wants to date such a weak, beta male who looks like he will hide in the fucking corner in a time of crisis rather than protect his lady!! Fucking horrendous athletic ability with shitty motor coordination skills and I bet that he barely has any fucking muscles!! The most fucking disgusting and repulsive thing to a girl!! I bet he can’t even help a girl open a fucking jar!! Ewwwww!!!”

“God, the fact that we are so much fucking better at sports than him and outperform him in fitness of any kind is kind of turning the gender fucking tables, huh Ava?!!” sneered Emily. “In fact, it fills me up with so much tingling joy throughout my entire body in a way I have never felt before……”

Timmy was an offensive slur and insult used mainly by sporty boys to bully other boys who weren’t as athletic or physically strong as themselves or who were generally not very good in sports or had no interest in them. Sometimes though, other athletic or sporty girls would also use the insult to pick on or bully perceived nerdy and shy boys who were average or below average in sports or not into sports in general, which tied into the masculine physique that a lot of boys faced pressure to conform to throughout their schooling career and faced ridicule for not trying to conform to it, which was being ripped, tall, excelling in almost every sport and having big muscles. Over the years it had also become somewhat of a homophobic slur as well to imply whether a boy was gay.   

It seemed that when you were a school boy and teenager, girls favoured brawn a lot more than brains.  The slur ‘Timmy’ became more and more widespread and used more often, especially when Anura went to high school later on in the ninth and tenth grades, especially.

“At least she would be more well-behaved than my fucking Prep Buddy Lily!!” remarked Rita. “She’s a real little fucking monster!! My prep buddy is a real loud big mouth and naughty, obnoxious, little brat who doesn’t do what she is fucking told! Has quite the greedy little appetite as well!! Never stops craving for fucking bacon, her favourite food in the whole wide world!!”

“Oh yeah, I guess you’re right…...” replied Ava with her bringing her chipped, teal-painted thumbnail and pressing it right up against Anura’s neck like a razor-sharp guillotine with the full force of her thumb pressing his tiny body into the creased, white palm of her hand, resulting in completely pinning and immobilising him.  This resulted in wet raspy gurgles and sharp shrieks from Anura with him banging his tiny fists against the vast sheer size of the teal-coloured cuticle and nail plate of her thumbnail, which was about the size of a knight’s shield to him. As the pressing of the razor-sharp edge of her thumbnail into his brown neck gradually became harder and harder, it caused a thin red line of blood to form around the circumference of his neck from the clean cut as well as significant reddening. “Oh, I really want to pop his little fucking head off like fucking bubble-wrap, it’s so tempting!” she sneered. “I fucking love popping bubble wrap!”

She then released her gigantic, sharp thumbnail off his neck, resulting in Anura coughing, spluttering and gasping for air with him sprawled on her creased white, slightly clenched palm and thrashing his limbs around floppily in absolute agony. Anura then looked up with him shivering uncontrollably at her gigantic IMAX sized face which was etched in an evil smirk with her uttering “I think I have another use for him…….”

“Ugggghhhh…….” groaned Anura as he rubbed his throbbing, aching head and lay there sprawled right in the centre of her palm. He soon found himself once again pinched around the torso roughly in between her teal-painted forefinger and thumb as she casually plucked him off her left palm with her right hand and then started slowly moving him behind her much to his utter confusion.

Ava soon swivelled around so that her back was facing towards the table with her bringing Anura behind her back by pivoting her arm around and then slowly began lowering him down further and further with her other arm pivoting around behind her as well with her left hand to greet Anura. At first, Anura was still baffled by what she was up to but then when she dug her fingers and thumb into the waistband of her green reflective shiny sports shorts and light grey triangular V-shaped elastic panties with her clenching them together in between her curled thumb and fingers and then pulled them down off her white spherical rounded butt cheeks in one swift tug  so that the crumpled lower half of the waistband of both of her garments were hanging off the top area of her quads, he then realised with absolute horror what she was about to do.  

“Holy fuck!!” screamed Anura with tears in his eyes. “Please don’t Ava, I am begging you!!!” 

“Yep!!” squealed Ava with uncontrollable sadistic glee. “You’re going to go in my butt!!”

Hearing the terrified screams coming from her shrunken captive behind her Ava snorted a series of giggles and replied: “You know the new warm-ups that our coach has been making us do before our cross-country training has really been killing my quads lately. Like doing squats and making us hold a metal weight plate in front of our torsos at the same time literally makes my quads feel like they have gone right through a hydraulic presser. When I asked my coach about what to do about the aches and pain, she suggested rubbing ointment or slipping something soft in between my butt crack to ease my gluteus maximus……”

All Anura could do was weep and sob uncontrollably as he reached the hellish valley crevice running symmetrically right in between two massive rounded creamy white mounds that were shaped like massive twin fleshy, creamy, white rounded mountains in a perfect parabolic arc. Her colossal butt crack looked like the Grand Canyon that was ready to swallow him up inside within its hellish embrace and concealed a blackness that he knew contained even worse horrors than he could have ever imagined.

“Oh, come on, it won’t be that bad!” snorted Ava in a series of giggles with her slapping and pinching her right creamy, white butt cheek with her free hand and teal-painted fingertips which resulted in causing a wobble of lean fat to vibrate like waves all across the springy, soft texture of the 12-year-old girl’s butt cheek like tough but fluffy marshmallows and causing Anura to flinch. “I mean yes, my ass crack will stink a bit like shit but on the bright side it will be all nice and toasty in there for you! My ass cheeks will keep you all nice and cuddly with their hugging embrace and your soft little body will really help cushion my gluteus maximus!! I even promise that I will take you out of there before I take a dump in the morning!! Just give me a little pinch to remind me, ok?!” she giggled devilishly with her looking back at him by twisting her neck fully and cheekily winking at him with her brunette ponytail whipping over her shoulder and the brown peppery freckles on her cheeks twitching and lighting up in sadistic delight, making him shudder and his eyes bulge right out of his sockets in naked terror.

As he approached closer and closer to Ava’s gigantic, looming butt crack, she bent over at her waist and allowed her white, symmetrical butt cheeks to part and the valley of her butt crack to open up like a blossoming spring flower opening its petals, while she blushed, grinned and bit her lip, revealing the monstrous darkness that it tucked away inside. From his vantage point, the 12-year-old boy could see every single little detail including the sticky, smelly, side inner walls of her butt cheeks that contained bits of microscopic scraps of white toilet paper and pieces of brown crap peppered along its surface. In the centre of this butt crack lining was the most revolting and horrifying thing Anura had ever seen in his entire life which was the twitching meaty pink ring and black abyss of her hellish anus and sphincter which looked like it could swallow him whole in one gulp with its circumference glistening with a thin layer of anal slime. Ava’s anus twitched hungrily like the Yellowstone geyser like it was ready to erupt at any moment.

As he reached the parting cavernous valley of the 12-year-old girl’s butt crack, a stench of butt sweat that was plastered all over her white butt cheeks as a reflective transparent coat, rotten gas and shit filled his nostrils which resulted in making him hurl with disgust. His feet were so close now that his black school shoes were practically dangling over the starting point of the parting fleshy valley of Ava’s butt crack with the scruffs of his shoes nicking against the soft, firm springy sides of the corners of her butt cheeks. He was now just moments away from slipping inside the tight, hugging embrace of Ava’s gigantic butt cheeks and being sealed up inside her butt crack with him firmly pressed right up against her rank, squishy, moist, meaty anus………

“Oh, fuck yeah!!” snickered Ava with her flexing the muscles around her anus and sphincter menacingly and then sneering: “Take a nice long look at my nice, juicy asshole……. I think it’s hungry……... I think it just wants to eat you up…….”

“Please, please, please I beg you, I will do anything, anything, fucking anything you want Ava!!” screamed Anura with him frantically squirming in between her teal-painted fingertips in a wild panic. “I will do all your homework till the end of year 12, I’ll give you all my lunch for the rest of the year, I will even massage your feet and paint your toes after your cross country runs, just please, please don’t stick me up your fucking ass!!” he sobbed. That last point probably wouldn’t work though since he had exposed his secret fascination with feet through his forbidden story and he knew that Ava would already know that he would probably secretly enjoy the last plea he made so it really wouldn’t be a humiliating thing that he absolutely hated.  

Then suddenly he heard Rita interjecting.

“Ewwwww Ava, don’t stick him up your asshole!!” giggled Rita. “Then I won’t be able to pick him up with my bare hands to play with him as well since all your sticky butt slime and crap will be smeared all over the little shit!!”

Anura’s black school shoes were suspended just millimetres above Ava’s hellish massive butt crack when she stopped and decided to just hold him there in mid-air with him still pinched helplessly in between her teal-painted fingertips. She was turned at a 45-degree angle towards Rita from her back, allowing Anura to see Rita grinning evilly at him in her identical green and gold school sports uniform while her equally gigantic butt was pointed towards the ledge of the white table with the white chair pushed aside. As he continued whimpering while looking at Rita’s black curly hair cascading like ocean waves over her shoulders, he gasped in shock as he saw his subconscious conjure up another identical 12-year-old clone to him, down to the exact same school uniform and terrified facial expression on his face right out of thin air and directly in front of Rita’s synthetic fabric sports shorts clad butt cheeks. It was like looking at a mirror image of himself who gave a terrified high-pitched wail as he saw Rita’s colossal, looming butt cheeks hover above the ledge of the white table where he stood there with his knees knocking in overdrive with petrified fear.     

“You know Anura, if you don’t like to get nice and cosy with Ava’s juicy ass you could try mine instead!” jeered Rita as she pulled the backside of the waistband of her reflective green sport shorts and light grey, triangular V-shaped, elastic panties down with her gripping them together between her clenched fingers and then pushed them down slightly further so that they were hanging off the upper area of her quads. This allowed Anura to gaze upon another set of voluminous, athletic butt cheeks that were the size of the Titanic, which were very similar to Ava’s but instead were a light chocolate brown colour.  As Anura gawked upon the perverted sight in front of him he couldn’t believe tween girls of this age with all their pubertal hormones flowing through them could be this vulgar and sick.

Rita mooned the real Anura pinched in between Ava’s teal-painted fingertips with her flashing her gigantic butt cheeks and giving him quite the Miley Cyrus twerking show. He first saw her point her gigantic bare butt cheeks directly in his direction and then bended over, resulting in her light brown butt cheeks parting open to reveal the horrifying, twitching, meaty black and pinkish ring of her anus and her inner butt crack, which glinted with a thin layer of anal slime, microscopic pieces of white toilet paper and specks of shit. As she continued flexing and wiggling her voluminous butt cheeks right in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice that while she was mooning him in front of both of her friends, the fat on her butt cheeks didn’t jiggle as much or wasn’t as soft, resulting in a much tougher texture than the fat on Ava’s butt cheeks.

Rita then turned her naked butt around to the conjured-up clone of Anura that was directly under her naked butt cheeks, with him facing a wall of crumpled up green sports shorts and light grey V-shaped panties that was hanging right off the light brown tanned athletic muscle and skin of her quads, until it was directly facing him at a 90-degree angle.

“You know the squats that our coach has been making us do where we have to hold that fucking metal weight plate, has also been making me feel like shit lately……” mused Rita with her biting her lip in thought for a moment before then flashing a toothy grin. “Makes my ass feel like it has gone through a fucking hydraulic press!! But unlike Ava, I think my butt cheeks feeling something warm, soft and jelly-like that they can absorb will result in them softening them up rather than wedging something right inside my butt crack…….”

The clone of Anura shrieked as Rita began lowering her gargantuan, light brown butt cheeks closer and closer to Anura 2.0, which resulted in him falling to his hands and knees and curling himself into a tight ball, with him screaming and sobbing uncontrollably. As they got closer and closer, the twin moon-sized brown butt cheeks gradually blotted out the ceiling light in a partial solar eclipse with them parting wider and wider gradually as she bent down to sit on him and flatten him on the white table ledge under her bare, naked butt cheeks. This resulted in revealing her monstrous butt crack that was dripping with shiny anal slime and the puckering black hole of her anus, which had a thin, pink meaty ring circumference.

“You don’t mind if I take a seat, do you Anura 2.0?” giggled Rita mischievously with her looking behind her at the tiny helpless boy clone on the table cowering underneath her naked butt cheeks and winking at him, before even sticking out her tongue and flashing her pearly white teeth in the thottiest expression imaginable.

“Please Rita, have mercy, have mercy, I beg of you!!” sobbed the clone of Anura uncontrollably with tears streaming down his cheeks as her naked butt hovered just centimetres above him.

Rita then burst into a series of sadistic giggles with her flexing and jiggling her massive light, chocolate brown, butt cheeks and booty, that was hovering just above him and filling the entire sky above him with her then giggling: “Did you really, really think you could hide on the table away from my giant feet and not have my giant, giant………BUTT!!!……...Not squish you!!!”

“It’s just like that ruthless karate teacher guy Kreese from that 1980’s film that you love so much……” whispered Rita throatily. “No mercy……”

The clone of Anura screamed and screamed as he felt Rita’s butt fat and skin smother him under their clammy light brown and tougher elastic hugging fleshy embrace, resulting in suffocating him as the pressure began to build up and the smell of butt sweat mixed with shit filled his mouth and nostrils, with a hint of wet synthetic fabric. The lower half of his body was pinned under her left butt cheek while the top of his body was pinned under her right butt cheek with a small section of his midsection and torso directly smothered inside her butt crack right under her twitching, hungry anus. As Rita began settling more of her weight on the tiny boy pinned under her naked butt, she could feel the wriggling under her butt cheeks getting more frantic and panicked, resulting in electrifying tingles and pleasurable massaging sensations in her elastic springy butt cheeks that were the most delightful to her along with an electrifying tingling feeling flooding her entire body that she had never felt before that became stronger in between her legs. As she continued to press down on the tiny boy with her biting her lip and murmuring to herself, she then felt a series of loud cracks and crunches under her naked butt which resulted in her butt sinking a little further into the white wooden table ledge, followed by some wet moisture forming which actually felt soothing…….

For the clone of Anura however, it was the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his entire life as he felt several of his ribs and bones in his arms and legs break like twigs, resulting in red hot, sharp pain. This was followed by bloody ripping gashes tearing throughout his entire body due to the relentless pressure where his blood was smeared and dripped all over his body and the underside of Rita’s brown butt cheek skin, which resulted in staining his blue school uniform a dark oxidised reddish brown as he coughed up more and more blood from deep inside his throat. Due to his excessive injuries, he stopped wiggling and thrashing around as much, resulting in Rita pouting with her curling her bottom lip and then distributing her full body weight to her butt cheeks, resulting in them pressing the tiny boy further into the white wooden table ledge, hoping the struggles would return…….

Little did she know that this pressure would be too much for the clone of Anura to handle anymore as he violently popped like a grape due to the unbearable pressure from her colossal butt cheeks above. His, heart, lungs and intestines were forced through his midsection like a tube of toothpaste with his torso splitting open like a boiled egg and then firing his mutilated organs like cannonballs into the rank, moist, squishy hellhole of her puckering anus. The black hole with its gleaming sinister pink, meaty ring circumference hungrily swallowed up his measly gut offerings into the depths of Rita’s rectum while the rest of his upper and lower body was flattened like a pancake under her bare brown naked butt cheeks with his red oxygenated blood squirting like ketch-up from a sauce bottle all over the stretchy elastic skin, fat and flesh of her butt cheeks. Meanwhile his own flesh, muscles, nerves and fragmented hard, crunchy, white bone shards with spongy bone marrow inside were mashed up into ground-up hamburger meat by her colossal weight and pressure from above.

Rita gasped as she felt a sudden wetness and soft squishiness of watery, soft, paste under her bare butt cheeks and tickling her brown skin as well as feeling a sudden wetness and lumpy squishiness in her puckering anus. She then continued to grind her naked bloodstained butt cheeks into the white wooden table ledge a few times with her looking behind her and uncontrollably giggling. “Oh!! Oh!!” she giggled with her then putting her fingers in front of her mouth in a Ooopsy Daisy pose and then saying: “Ooops!! Squished ya!!” 

“Damn, he really did soften up my ass. Even my asshole……” she sighed with satisfaction as she got up, resulting in a sticky, stringy, gory web paste of blood and guts forming in between the skin of her light chocolate brown butt cheeks and the white table ledge, which quickly broke apart due to the momentum. She then looked behind her and grinned upon seeing a bloody imprint of a human shape plastered across both of her light brown butt cheeks along with some chunks of flesh hanging off them and a wet splatter of blood, guts and bone shards mashed into the white wooden table ledge in a somewhat disturbing butt shaped imprint as lifeless hamburger meat. “All nice and soft like hamburger meat!!” she snickered.

The original Anura could do nothing but vomit upon seeing the gruesome sight before him as his clone had just been violently crushed under Rita Patel’s naked butt without any hesitations or remorse with him still being pinched in between Ava’s teal-painted fingertips. Luckily, he didn’t get any specs of vomit residue on her fingers, particularly in between the grooves of her fingerprint and thumbprint and she hadn’t even noticed, otherwise, he was certain she would have squashed him like a bug in between her fingertips in disgust without a moment’s hesitation. The greenish brown vomit instead missed the vast expanse of her massive fingers and thumb and then completely sailed more than a hundred metres down past the back of Ava’s gargantuan twin, white athletic legs until it disappeared into a point of singularity from his view and splattered as a microscopic puddle on the black slate floor right next to Ava’s bright hot pink Asics shoes. 

As Rita mooned her sickening display of monstrous cruelty to the original Anura by flexing and wiggling her bare, light brown, naked butt cheeks, which now had their grisly bloody splatter decoration of his clone’s corpse directly in his direction with the light brown fat and flesh on her butt cheeks jiggling slightly, he knew that this was way too much for him and he just had to wake himself up. As Rita began to pull up her reflective, green sports shorts and light grey, triangular V-shaped, elastic panties back up her quads to cover her light brown exposed butt cheeks, Anura desperately tried to wiggle his way out of the iron-tight grip of Ava’s teal-painted forefinger and thumb and jump towards the black slate floor to wake himself up through the subconscious perceived perception of death through falling.

It was a horrifying feeling when you were trapped in a traumatising, horrific nightmare that you just couldn’t wake yourself from no matter how hard you tried. Maybe he would be transitioned to an even worse nightmare but he honestly couldn’t think of a nightmare that could be worse than this……

As he managed to slip out of the iron-tight grip of Ava’s forefinger and thumb by wiggling and squeezing his tiny body like a snake in between her slippery, sweaty fingerprint and thumbprint, he then found himself suspended in freefall for a second in mid-air. Then he began to plummet faster and faster down alongside the back of Ava’s exposed white, athletic leg right towards the black slate floor and the back rubbery heel of her bright hot, pink Asics shoes with them rapidly filling up his perceptual view as he got closer and closer. In the corner of his eye, he could see Ava pulling up the back of the waistband of her green, reflective sports shorts and light grey triangular V-shaped, elastic panties back over her moon-sized white creamy butt cheeks with her covering them up.   

Unfortunately, his cruel, vivid subconscious just couldn’t be jumpstarted that easily……...

And it could simulate realistic pain to a frightening degree………

CRUNCH!!

Anura slammed into the cold, rock-hard, black slate floor knee-first before then flopping onto his chest and torso, resulting in an excruciating sharp snapping pain and sound as the bones of his legs were shattered into hundreds of splintered bone fragments. The violent force of gravity pulsating through his brittle legs and chest also resulted in blood erupting from his chest and staining his originally, blue school uniform an even darker shade of iron oxidised, reddish brown as well as white splinters of bone shards sticking out from his legs like shards of glass at awkward angles. Blood poured from the multiple open fissures and ruptures along his calves, thighs and shins caused by his bone fragments ripping his skin and flesh out and protruding from his body due to the sheer torsion of the force of the impact which had twisted and snapped them like twigs. Anura knew he was permanently paralysed in this nightmare scenario since his subconscious refused to let him die and instead replicated the most realistic, excruciating pain he could ever feel in his entire life as he felt both of his legs were rendered completely useless, resulting in him using his arms to crawl on his bloody torso and leaving a bloody trail behind him. As he slid his bleeding, broken body across the smooth, shiny, black slate floor right next to Ava’s bright hot pink Asics shoe, the resemblance was rather similar like a snail or a slug would when leaving a slime trail while slithering along.

As he coughed up another mouthful of blood in his mouth, he looked up to see two gargantuan tween goddesses towering above him like skyscrapers, with their white, athletic twin legs rising up and up until they disappeared into the cuffs of their green reflective sports shorts, with their green and gold sports school uniform t-shirts and developing tween breast buds slightly poking through. Above the slightly bulging tween breast buds were the loosely blond-haired Emily Heartthrob and angel horse ponytailed, brunette, freckle-faced Ava Windsor looking down at him with a massive pearly white-toothed jeer plastered across their faces and casting vast shadows over him with their behemoth presences. The pairs of black and white Nike sneakers and hot pink and white Asics shoes that were the size of houses were presented right in front of his helpless tiny frame grovelling on the floor like twin powerhouse altars. To the left side of them, he could see the outline of the white table and chairs looming over him like the Himalayas that he was at the foothills of.

“Well, I guess he’s all broken now and we can’t play with him anymore……” remarked Emily with her hands on her hips. “That’s a shame……...I guess we should put him out of his misery………”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right Emily!!” giggled Ava who started raising her massive left hot pink and white Asics runner above him much to Anura’s horror. “He looks like a little bug down there!! He always was a pathetic, weak, little bug in real life and now he’s literally the size of one!! And I think we all know what happens to stupid little bugs that stray too close to people’s shoes………”

“Yeah, you’re absolutely right Ava!!” snickered Emily. “We should squash that little fucking loser!!”

“NO!! NO!! NO!!” squealed Anura in pure terror, who was too helpless to even run away since he was paralysed from the waist down and had the crawling speed of a snail. He looked up with tears in his eyes to see the bottom of Ava’s pink and white patterned, grooved treads of her hot pink and white Asics runner slowly moving over him, which had bits of grass, pebbles and soil wedged in between the grooves and treads of her shoe as well as a disgusting large, fresh, sticky blob of blackened pinkish gum that was creating a sticky web every time she peeled the bottom of her shoe from the ground to take a step. It was most likely the same piece of bubble gum that she had tormented Anura with earlier that she had now spat out onto the floor and stepped on for good measure. But the most horrifying thing of all was the yellow-brownish, gutty remains of a beetle that had popped like a grape when she had most likely knowingly squashed and grinded under her shoe in disgust when it had crossed her path or unknowingly stomped on most likely when she was running when training. Its lifeless beady black eyes stared at him, while its crunchy exoskeleton shards and yellowish-brown guts were smeared all over the treads of her hot pink and white Asics runner like a soft pancake mix. A gruesome fate that he was about to endure very soon.

Time seemed to stand still as the sole of Ava’s hot pink and white Asics runner filled his entire perceptual vision with it hovering over him and casting an ominous black shadow with it inching closer and closer to him…………...

Then he heard Rita’s voice randomly calling out of the blue much to his utter shock…………

“Wait Ava!!” called out Rita in her booming, echoing voice. “Don’t squish him!!”

“What? Why?” pouted Ava with her curling her bottom lip in disappointment and hovering her hot pink and white Asics sneaker just centimetres above Anura’s tiny action-figured sized form. “But I really wanted to squish him!!”

Grumbling in annoyance, she then put her foot back down with an ear-shattering, thunderous boom that sent vibrations in Anura’s direction. Anura groaned painfully while facing the hot pink and white rubbery tip of Ava’s hot pink and white Asics runner while out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rita’s navy blue and white New Balance sneakers stomp into his field of view with a series of ear shattering loud booms. He shivered as he saw Ava shuffle her feet away to the right-hand side, resulting in Rita squeezing in between Ava and Emily and allowing the tips of both Rita’s navy blue and white New Balance sneakers to be directly facing him. Anura gazed upon the bold navy-blue letter ‘N’ inscribed in both of her shoes with the cuffs of her purple banded sports socks peeking out from the mouth of the shoes and covering her brown ankles.   

“There’s something I have always wanted to try…….”  smirked Rita with her looking at Ava and Emily mischievously. “Remember in his creepy weirdo story Shrunken Misfortune he went into explicit and gory detail about how that little guy squished in between that girl’s bare toes with him describing not just the extreme pain he felt but the tickling pop she felt as well?”

“Yeah…….” replied Ava and Emily in unison with them in slight confusion and curiosity at the same time.

“Well…...” sneered Rita with her looking down at the battered, tiny form of Anura grovelling on the black slate floor with a sick grin plastered across her face and fluttering her light purple highlighted eyelids at him. “I kind of want to know what that feels like as well………” with her then crouching down, which resulted in allowing Anura to see more of her immense face and torso fill up more of his perpetual vision along with her light brown, long fingers and unpainted fingernails. Her fingertips then casually began playing with the white laces of her navy blue and white New Balance sneakers, that were as thick as ropes to him with them gracefully undoing the butterfly knots with her fingers that were twice his height, which resulted in allowing them to sprawl loosely and hang off the sides of her navy blue and white New Balance sneakers like untangled vines. Pressing the tip of her other sneaker into the heel of her shoe by bringing it behind her other foot and flexing it at the ankle joint, she then allowed her purple and white banded socked foot to effortlessly slide from her untied shoe.   

“Don’t tell me……” gasped Ava with sick, sadistic glee plastered across her face.

“Yep!” giggled Rita with her repeating the untying process with her other shoe and then casually kicking her loose, untied shoe off which then clunked on its side, resulting in allowing Anura to gaze upon the treads of the sole of the navy blue and white New Balance sneaker that was facing directly towards him. It was very similar to Ava’s with the same leaves, twigs, soil, pebbles and dirt that were wedged in between the treads of the shoe as well as the horrifying remains of a cricket that had been squashed mercilessly under her sneaker with its crunchy exoskeleton shards and yellowish-brown guts that were smeared all over the treads of her navy blue and white New Balance sneaker, while its lifeless beady black eyes stared at him.

A revolting odour of vinegar and rotten cheese began wafting in the interrogation room from Rita’s lucky purple and white banded sports socks that she wore to every single one of her competitive interschool cross-country runs and hadn’t washed them in months. As she wiggled her sweaty, moist toes inside her socked feet, the smell and noxious fumes wafted its way upwards towards the noses of Emily and Ava who pinched their noses in disgust.

“Ewwwww!!!” giggled Ava. “When was the last time you changed your socks, Rita?!”

“Well, they are my fucking lucky socks after all!!” replied Rita in a snicker with her then wiggling her toes inside the sweaty, brown, dirt-stained, purple and white striped sports socks. She then crouched down and hooked two fingers into the back of one of her purple and white striped sports socks and began to pull back.

A grotesque, moist, peeling sound could be heard as the inner fabric of Rita’s sock began to free themselves from the sticky clasp of her sweat-soaked bare sole and buttery moist foot skin, which resulted in releasing a stink bomb of foot sweat particles, vinegar and rotten cheese into the tainted air as more of her bare foot was freed from the clothy prison of her sock. She had to tug extra hard around her toes, since they had clenched themselves around the end of the toe section of her sock, with them squeezed together to fit the tight claustrophobic form of her sock. Repeating this process with her other foot while balancing on one leg and crouching down rather skilfully, she then casually discarded both revolting, wet, sopping cotton rags next to her discarded, upturned navy blue and white New Balance sneakers, with the inner fabric of her socks stained brown and grey with foot sweat and dirt that had accumulated over her cross country runs.

Horrified, the paralysed tiny form of Anura gazed upon the monstrous display of Rita’s newly freed bare feet directly in front of him which were connected to a twin set of brown, athletic leg towers and then disappeared into the cuffs of her green reflective, school uniform, sports shorts.

The light brown skin of her foot glistened with a fresh coat of buttery foot sweat, which was polluting the air with an aroma of vinegar and rotten cheese as the sweaty moist skin was exposed to the cool, evaporative atmosphere after being trapped inside the moist, muggy environment of her purple and white striped sports sock with her newly freed bare foot releasing vaporised sweat particles into the air.  Her long, brown slimy toes with razor-sharp toenails on the end along with chipped, black nail polish wriggled and drummed themselves against the cool, black slate floor like monstrous, gigantic worms that resulted in sending ominous vibrations in his direction. As her massive meaty toes wiggled and spread apart, Anura saw the revolting, gigantic wet clumps of greyish black toe jam and frayed pink and white sock fuzz wedged right in between the 12-year-old girl’s toes as well as the inner skin of her toes which had some frayed threads of pink and white sock fuzz peppering the top of the sides of her bare foot and further down along the expanse of her brown skin. As Rita flexed her mighty toes upwards, he was greeted by a glimpse of her moist, reddened, light brown sole which was smeared with larger clumps and sections of pink and white sock fuzz that was glistening with additional buttery foot sweat along with flecks and specs of brown dirt that was mixed in resulting in creating a putrid additional layer to the bottom of her sole that had built up over several months of the sixth grade athletic girl’s cross country runs and training.  

“Ahhhh……. Much Better…….” sighed Rita as she wiggled her moist sweaty light brown toes against the cool surface of the black slate floor with her airing them out in front of the quivering helpless Anura sprawled in front of her newly freed bare feet and airing their noxious fumes directly all over him with her chuckling upon hearing his coughing and spluttering. “That feels so good…….”

“Ewwwww Rita, don’t air those moist puppies in my direction!!” snickered Emily with her pinching her nose in slight disgust and then looking down at the tiny pathetic Anura. “To be honest though, I feel a little bit sorry for the little fucking maggot who has to endure the full brunt of your fucking rancid feet…...”

“Too bad he’s going to be squashed under them very soon…...” uttered Rita throatily with a drunken tone of absolute power in her voice. She then demonstrated this by cracking her toes loudly at the joints by absentmindedly curling and bending them to their maximum, resulting in a crackling that sounded like fire and sending petrified whimpers from tiny Anura down below while fluttering her light purple highlighted eyelids from far above him. “I can’t wait to smoosh you, my little boy!!” she sneered while rubbing her toes together in excitement and then rubbing one bare foot over the other.  “Yes, that will be your fate……... I will smoosh you…….” 

“It’s so fucking funny that all these years later he’s still fucking terrified of us!!” sneered Ava with her putting her hands on her hips proudly and then looking down at him with an awful tyrannical smirk plastered across her face with her brown freckles on her cheeks lighting up in sadistic glee and her brunette angel horse ponytail bobbing just behind her shoulders. “11 years later and we still manage to plague and enter his nightmares whenever we want and him shitting his pants at the mere thought of us!!”

A grotesque, wet peeling sound could be heard as Rita lifted her sweaty bare foot off the cold, hard, black slate floor and then slowly began moving it towards the crippled Anura, who had curled himself into a tight ball with a small puddle of blood surrounding him due to his extensive injuries. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rita’s monstrous light brown meaty toes wiggling right in front of his face which resulted in allowing him to see her razor-sharp toenails that looked like serrated steak knives on the ends of her toes as well as the chipped, glistening, black shiny toenail polish that was peppering her cuticles and nail plates with it flaking towards the edges. The strong musky, scent of vinegar and rotten cheese from her emanating foot sweat filled his nostrils which resulted in making him want to hurl with disgust.

Far above him like the full moon in the sky, he could see Rita Patel’s cruel face etched in a pearly white toothy grin with her very long, curly black hair cascading over her shoulders all the way down to her waist like draping tentacles, while she battered her light purple highlighted eyelids at him. Her cruel grinning face was soon eclipsed by the massive expanse of her reddened, light brownish creamy, moist pungent sole, which had a grotesque amount of pink and white slimy thready sock fuzz covering the expanse of her sole in patches, which was even present along the arch and heel of her bare foot.  He could see glimpses of her mocking, grinning, IMAX sized face in between her monstrous toes, which were wiggling and squirming from the joints of her toes as if they were signifying his end and waving at him, while the wet toe jam and sock fuzz squelched in between the crevices and inner skin of her colossal digits as she continued scrunching her toes. 

“Smell my foot, you nerdy loser!!” giggled Rita as she continued scrunching her thick, meaty toes and mashing the sock lint and toe jam in between them with her chuckling upon feeling grimy droplets of foot sweat oozing along the length of her long light brown toes and then off the tips of her razor-sharp toenails with them dripping down onto Anura’s tiny, bleeding form. Anura screamed as the salty, vinegary liquid burned at his open bloody wounds and his brown skin as his entire body was soaked in her vile fluids with each droplet, that was as big as his entire head with them splashing down on top of him with each wiggle of Rita’s gigantic toes. Out of the corner of his eye as he wiped her foot sweat from his hair and eyes with his remaining bruised bleeding hand, he noticed the mashed pancake paste of the cricket with its crunchy, exoskeleton shards and yellowish-brown guts that were smeared all over the treads of her navy blue and white upturned New Balance sneaker less than a hundred metres away from her hovering pungent bare foot. Her twin shoe was standing right next to it upright, with the treaded, grooved rubbery sole resting on the black slate floor and half of the scrunched-up, inside-out, fabric ball of her purple and white, grimy sports sock sticking out of the mouth of the shoe. As he gazed upon the cricket’s lifeless beady black eyes from its partially preserved head that was sitting within the gutty paste of the rest of its body that was smeared all over the bottom of her shoe, he seriously wondered if the cricket had a more merciful death.  With the noxious fumes emanating from Rita’s foul bare foot and the biohazardous waste that was smeared all over her naked, reddened, light creamy brown, bare sole and in between her toes, being smothered under that stinking fleshy mass compared to the cold hard rubbery treads of her dirty sneaker seemed like an even more painful way to go. It was almost like a double death to be squashed under all this filth since he would be smothered first under her soft pungent flesh and soaked in her vile bodily fluids before finally popping like a grape.  

“Any last words, little bug!!” giggled Rita with her hovering her bare foot over the tiny 12-year-old boy. “I mean you must have wanted it this way with the way you wrote about it so passionately in your story!!” with her casually shrugging her shoulders sarcastically and smirking, which caused Anura’s face to flush red with embarrassment. “It’s a dream come true for you and who better than me than to carry out the honour!! Ready to be squished!!” she giggled with her wiggling her toes that were hovering over his body while twinkles of light reflected off her spotty black nail polish peppered on the nail plates and cuticles of her toes.

A little bit of red-hot rage bubbled its way from the surface from deep inside Anura.

“FUCK YOU!!” he roared. “Go drink cow piss and bathe in fucking cowpats, you dirty, fucking Hindu skank!!”

He knew in a real shrinking scenario that it would have been impossible for Rita to hear more than a tiny little inaudible squeak coming from his lips given their colossal size difference. But since this was a nightmare his subconscious made Rita hear him somehow despite the laws of physics, just to spite him even more.

“Oh, so I am a dirty, little Indian whore in your eyes, huh Anura?” whispered Rita throatily with her glaring down at him and licking the top of her lip with the tip of her red, slobbery tongue darting out as she relished in her power trip. “That’s funny coming from a fucking anchor baby like yourself……” which resulted in causing a few tears to trickle down his cheeks. “I guess your anti-Indian sentiment must have come from your Sri Lankan Parents, huh?! Since we are on the subject of race, what was it that that secret, pretty white crush of yours said again?” sneered Rita with her flashing a toothy grin. “Oh yeah that’s right, she still thought you were a foreigner and an overseas migrant when she asked ‘Was that your first place when you came to Australia?’ when you were trying to indirectly show that you were a born and bred Aussie and were proudly talking about the fact that you were born in Moonee Ponds!! It’s so fucking hilarious that it backfired on you!!” which then caused even more tears to trickle down Anura’s cheeks. 

Time seemed to slow down for Anura as Rita’s disgusting, pungent, moist bare sole came down slowly upon him with it filling up more and more of his perceptual view and the grotesque details of her sock fuzz becoming clearer and clearer in detail with droplets of salty foot sweat dripping all over his body from her moist, reddened, pungent sole. As her repulsive foot sweat burned and irritated his brown skin he could hear the cruel mocking laughter of Ava, Emily and Rita ringing in his ears, though Rita was the loudest one since obviously she was the closest one to him.

“He’s so fucking scared!!” snickered Rita in pure sadistic glee. “He should be!! What an absolute fucking, insignificant little loser!!”

Then she cruelly added: “No one likes a mummy’s boy……... Especially one who’s trying to get a PHD and barely spends time with her son anymore. Tell your mummy I said hi………” 

The clammy sole skin smothered almost his entire body under the reddened, moist sole of the 12-year-old athletic girl, with his head peeking out in between her toes, resulting in a mouthful of slimy pink and white thready sock fuzz and soft, spongy, greyish black toe jam getting shovelled right into his horrified, gaping mouth. The rest of his body was then flattened under the relentless crushing pressure from the ball of her foot, which was doing the horrible job of flattening him under a moist pungent steamroller and was gradually increasing by the millisecond. He then could feel his blood being squeezed out of his open wounds and fissures like an orange that was being juiced, with his red, oxygenated blood smearing all over the reddened, sweaty sole of her bare foot which resulted in creating a soothing, moisturising sensation. His throat was lodged with her slimy pink and white thready sock fuzz and soft, spongy, greyish black toe jam that was wedged in between her toes, which then resulted in rendering him unable to breathe and was suffocating him bit by bit with every single one of his breaths being filled with the revolting tainted air of vinegar and rotten cheese from her emanating foot sweat that was polluting his air supply.

His bones began to break and creak, which was then followed by more sharp, snapping sounds as Rita continued smothering him bit by bit under her sweaty, stinky bare foot with her increasing the pressure and distributing her body weight bit by bit. New fissures and gashes tore through his entire body which resulted in adding to the bloody imprint smeared all over her bare foot. She could feel several crunches and snaps beneath her bare foot that was engulfing Anura, much to the delight of her other two athletic friends who were laughing along with her as she felt the pathetic squirming and wiggling of the little nerdy bug boy who was pinned beneath her bare foot and the cold, hard black slate floor with the added benefit of the moist sensation of his blood moisturising her bare soles. And as she pressed down a little harder……. his struggles got a bit better!! A pearly toothy grinned Rita continued pressing down harder and harder, bit by bit, with her enjoying the pathetic struggling of the little, socially awkward dork which sent electrifying tingles and pleasurable massaging sensations in the ball of the sensitive nerve endings of her bare foot which resulted in relieving the tension she had built up in her feet while doing her cross country runs.

“Oooohh, I think I heard a crackling sound!!” squealed  Rita in pure sadistic glee as she continued smothering the tiny helpless boy under her bare foot, which was then followed by a loud, sickening crack of bone and a muffled scream under her toes, much to the utter delight of Ava and Emily who were giggling in ecstatic glee and their eyes completely fixated on Rita’s bare foot and the pathetic, wiggling tiny, lifeform underneath it where they could catch a tiny glimpse of it every now and then in between her toes. “Like a nice, tickling, crackling noise under my foot!! What was that? Was it your legs?!” This was followed by another a loud, sickening crack of bone and another muffled scream which caused Rita to giggle and reply: “Oh wow!! Oh, something definitely cracked there!!” 

 As time progressed however his injuries got more and more severe and he stopped wiggling and thrashing around as much due to the relentless pressure, resulting in Rita pouting with her curling her bottom lip in disappointment and then distributing her full body weight to her bare foot. She hoped that by pressing the tiny boy further down under her toes and the ball of her foot into the black slate floor that the struggles would return…….

 Meanwhile, the bleeding and battered Anura felt his overwhelming panic reach new heights as the pressure quickly became more and more extreme. He couldn’t breathe and his mind was a mess as complete and utter panic set in on him.

This couldn’t be how it ended, this just couldn’t. He didn’t want to die under Rita Patel’s gigantic, stinky, disgusting foot! 

It only took a second more before the overwhelming, unbearable weight of Rita’s meaty bare foot and her putrid toes clenching around his head in between her toes began to crack his skull and mash his innards. He felt horrible, horrendous sharp pain in his head and his thoughts began to get rather foggy as blood trickled from his scalp down his forehead with his mouth still choking on her secretions from her athletic, cross-country races including her spongy, greyish black toe jam and slimy, pink and white sock fuzz. This only lasted for a brief moment as Anura felt his face become flush while it felt as if his entire torso was quickly collapsing in on itself as he experienced a sudden, sharp pain in his torso he had never felt before.

He could just barely hear Rita’s muffled, taunting laughter while continued to be smothered under her pungent sole flesh with the gigantic, athletic, sixth grade bully clearly enjoying herself as she continued pressing down on the tiny, pathetic, tweeb under her immense unwashed ped with her crushing him ever so slowly and painfully.

As Rita allowed her full body weight to press down on the tiny nerd by leaning onto the ball of her bare foot, Anura’s body just couldn’t take it anymore. An excruciating pain ripped through his entire body for a split second before it suddenly ceased and he blacked out with him finally released from the clutches of this traumatising nightmare………

SQUISH!! CRUNCH!!!

Warm, thick red blood squirted out from underneath Rita’s bare foot with jets of blood being projected from the front of her bare foot and in between her toes. The force exerted by the pressure of her bare foot was so strong that droplets of blood actually splattered all over Ava and Emily’s white exposed shins and Emily’s black and white and Ava’s hot pink and white Nike and Asics sneakers as a fine red mist. Soft jelly-like flesh, innards and guts squelched in between her toes and flattened into soft playdough under the ball of her foot with Anura’s heart, lungs and stomach bursting from his torso which then split like a banana and popped like wet juicy balloons in stringy gut meat that smeared itself all over the bottom of her foot as a thick, red paste. His intestines were violently forced out through his mouth like spaghetti with it mixing in with her spongy, greyish, black toe jam and slimy, pink and white thready sock fuzz with it resulting in creating a grotesque paste. As she clenched her toes in pleasure from the wet, squishy sensation beneath her bare foot his tiny little head popped like a grape with his brains, eyeballs, face flesh, muscles, tendons, nerve endings and bits of hard crunchy white skull shards exploding all over the inner skin of her toes and adding to the grotesque paste and putrid toe jam. Wet, bubbly, blood and guts squelched in between her toes as Anura’s corpse folded itself into lifeless red meat while hard crunching could be heard towards the end as his bones were shattering into hundreds of shards as Rita continued to relentlessly press down on his broken corpse.

“Oh, fuck yeah…….” sighed Rita with her biting her lip and humming to herself in satisfaction as she began grinding and twisting the heavy ball of her foot on top of Anura’s broken and liquefied corpse with her feeling the satisfying, biscuity crunch of his bones shattering and grinding into hundreds of tiny fragments from the sheer mashing and twisting force being exerted by the heavy ball of her foot. When she was satisfied that his corpse had been completely defiled, she then casually laid her barefoot on top of the lifeless, red meat paste that was once Anura and then wiggled her chipped, razor-sharp, long black painted toenails and cuticles, which were sticky with his blood and guts. His bloody droplets were even adding a disturbing but pretty decoration to the spotty black nail polish peppered across her cuticles and nail plates, resulting in creating an intricate pattern by filling the missing gaps.

“Feels kind of slimy!!” giggled Rita as she absentmindedly rubbed her sticky and gooey toes together with her smearing Anura’s bloody, gutty paste further into her inner toe skin. “Like a caterpillar!!”

“Yeah, it feels slimy!!” nodded Ava in giddy agreement. “And if you like listen closely towards the end where his body really starts to fold in on itself you can hear a really nice satisfying crunch!!” she squealed in glee with her using a series of clenched hand gestures and then clasping her hands together in pure glee and excitement.

The three, cruel, sixth grade bully girls from the girl’s school cross country team continued to snicker and laugh sadistically among themselves as they relished in their latest torment and suffering they had inflicted over their latest pathetic, little, nerdy victim in total victory. They knew that they could get away with anything since they were the school’s prized top athletes and Anura was nobody in the school’s eyes, who was actually kind of an embarrassment due to how socially awkward he was. As they continued to laugh, the interrogation room including the white table, chairs, walls, ceiling light, metal door and black slate floor began to break apart into atomized confetti as this segment of Anura’s excruciating long nightmare was finally over. The three girls Ava, Emily and Rita also broke apart into atomized confetti at their feet first, followed by their white and brown skin, then their green and gold reflective school sports uniform and then finally their intricate faces and hairstyles as the entire vision faded away into the black void of Anura’s mind…….

“Ugh…….” groaned Anura as he opened his eyes and was greeted by a blinding, white, stage light. He then looked down at his body and was surprised to see that all the gruesome cuts and body mutilations that he had undergone by those three sadistic, sixth grade, athletic girls had now magically healed, resulting in him being in tip-top, peak physical, healthy condition. His heart sank however as he realised that he was still wearing his sixth grade blue shirt and grey shorts that were part of his school uniform. As he looked around, he then realised that he was standing on the same wooden stage as his public speaking nightmare from earlier with the set of polished brown wooden floorboards and two flights of stairs on either side. He hadn’t woken up, instead, he was still trapped inside the prison of his own subconscious with his nightmare still ongoing……...

Looking behind him, he then saw the same two sets of massive, draping, blood-red theatre stage curtains that were towering 50 feet above his head with a set of Greek-styled, white marble pillars and a frilled fabric, lighter red, stage curtain lining around the frame of the theatre wing. Behind the top thick wooden frame of the stage curtains was the gigantic form of his sixth grade teacher Orina Sweetling with her flashing a massive pearly white sneer at him with her colossal green jacket, white undershirt and perky breasts that slightly rustled and loomed over him. Her black hair was loosely cascaded over her shoulders while she sneered at him with her cruel East Asian hooded eyes and her black slate-painted fingernails peeked over the top of the thick wooden frame with her fingers clenched over the frame. Her presence cast a vast dark shadow over him and most of the stage which demonstrated her enforcing her status over him as his puppet master.

“Oh!” she grinned at him with a sickly-sweet smile. “Did you enjoy your time-out with the sporty girls Anura? I bet they knocked you around a bit huh?” making Anura gulp nervously. “Anyway, since you are so scared of talking in front of people your own age, I figured little babies might be a more suitable fit for you…….”

It was at this point Anura realised that he was somehow still clutching the lined, handwritten papers of his story Shrunken Misfortune like it had regenerated out of thin air. “What…...” he croaked with him looking towards the microphone and microphone stand in the front central area of the stage.

He gazed upon the seating area, which was red fabric velvet chairs that were surrounding him at a 360-degree angle in multiple rows, that were raised one step higher to gain a full view of the central area. A flight of stairs had been intricately carved from the very first row at ground level with the central area of the stage to the highest and last back seated row at the top of a 10-metre vertical height above the central area of the bright stage. As he slowly slumped his way to the microphone and microphone stand, he scrutinised his eyes on the much younger immature faces seated in their comfortable red velvet chairs who were the youngest demographic in the entire school and soon realised what she really meant by the phrase ‘baby audience’.

 Around a hundred Prep students, who were barely 5 and 6 years old and had just started school were sitting in their cute little blue buttoned shirts and grey shorts for the boys, and blue and white checkered uniforms dresses for the girls, with some of them wearing their adorable little green and gold patterned sports uniforms. Despite being half his age, they still had that hungry, judgemental look in their eyes with their intense stares, glares and puffy pouts with some of them grinning with a cheeky, gummy gap-toothed smile.

He had barely uttered a single word as he rustled the lined papers of his handwritten story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’ on the podium when the name-calling had already begun. The content of the story was quite explicitly, violent, bloody and gory as well, with a disturbing unhappy ending for such a young, sensitive, innocent audience who probably would only watch G-rated cartoons, so he honestly had no idea why his teacher Ms Sweetling was making him read it in front of a bunch of cute little Prep Students half his age.

“Boooo!!!” shouted one little boy from the audience.

“You’re boring, you stink!!” shouted another cute little blond girl from the audience with her blowing a slobbery raspberry and the tip of her tongue darting out of her puffy lips. This resulted in spreading flecks of spit everywhere, much to the amusement of the other Prep kids who were giggling naughtily in delight. Several of the other kids also started copying her with them also blowing raspberries one after the other.

Pbbbt!!! Pbbbt!! Pbbbt!! Pbbbt!!

“Yeesh, tough crowd, huh Anura?!” snorted Ms Sweetling with devilish laughter.

All Anura could do was grumble quietly to himself and mouth a silent ‘Fuck You’ to the massive bitch of this demented version of his sixth grade teacher.

“But I think I have a solution for that…….” she smirked with her taking one hand off the top, wooden main frame of the theatre wing perimeter and then pressing her grey slate-painted thumb and middle finger together.  “Perhaps you will do better one-on-one with one of them…….” she mused with her snapping her fingers in one swift movement. This resulted in a thunderous boom that sounded like a thunderclap which then resulted in causing Anura to wince and cover his ears before the entire audience of Prep students and red velvet chairs as well as the wooden stage he was standing on and the theatre structure and curtains behind him fading away into blackness as he blacked out once again……...

“Fuck…...” groaned Anura as he woke up in a setting that he was rather familiar with as he adjusted his eyes to the bright white light. As his eyes adjusted to the luminosity, he soon realised with horror that it was the exact same interrogation room where he had endured his brutal torture at the hands, feet and butts of those three, sixth grade, athletic girl bullies. The same overhanging ceiling light lampshade was hovering above him along with the white walls, black polished slate floor and no windows except for a single metal door with a rectangular door handle. He was even standing on the exact same white wooden table around 50 feet off the ground from his perspective, with two white chairs on each side of him and him still shrunk down to his puny doll-like state, about the size of an action figure and in the exact same lighting atmosphere, where it was mostly dark due to the single light above him where the light dimmed out towards the edges.

Gulping nervously, he then looked up at the jeering face of his sixth grade teacher Ms Sweetling who was still dressed in her dark green buttoned jacket, white undershirt, knee-high black skirt and brown flats with her perky breasts, vast upper torso and overhanging moon-sized head that was casting a dark shadow over him.  Even her hands were poised in the exact same position as before with her colossal hands placed on each side of him like clenched spiders with her grey-painted fingernails drumming in synchronised rhythm.

Suddenly Anura heard the sound of exciting banging and giddy thumping at the metal door with cold, hard, loud echoing being heard which was then followed by childish giggling that sounded feminine in nature, which resulted in causing him to flinch slightly and shiver in fear. Ms Sweetling then chuckled slightly with her looking down at him with a massive pearly white toothy grin and then stated: “I think your new, cute little friend is really excited to meet you Anura!! I will open the door to let her inside and see you in a bit…….”.

Strolling towards the door, Ms Sweetling then casually pushed down on the rectangular door handle which resulted in allowing an adorable little girl whose height barely reached the height of the sixth grade teacher’s waist to rush in and hug Ms Sweetling around the waist. “Have fun with him in there, my adorable little sweetheart!!” chuckled Ms Sweetling. “Don’t break your new dolly too quickly, huh pumpkin?”

“Yay!! Thanks for the new toy miss!!” giggled the very immature young girl who was barely older than a toddler.

As Ms Sweetling waltzed right out of there and then closed the door behind her, Anura then turned his attention to the young child who was rapidly skipping towards the white table and then his blood ran cold as he realised which mischievous little bratty girl Ms Sweetling had brought in.

Fuck.

It was the same blond little girl who had blown the very first raspberry when he had been forced to read his short story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’ in front of those Prep students.

She was also Rita Patel’s prep buddy, which was the one she had mentioned as being very naughty, never doing what she was told and having a ravenous appetite for bacon.

Lily Gardner.

Lily Gardener was quite the 6-year-old, obnoxious little chatterbox who was constantly talking in class and would never ever sit still. She would squeal and talk over the teacher when she was trying to read them a story or show them a demonstration of an activity. She had earned quite the reputation among her classmates as the annoying little girl who loved being in the centre of attention and everything revolving around her. Even her parents had nicked named her the little bouncing devil and blabbermouth who couldn’t keep her lips sealed and just had to blab on and on about every single little detail that no one wanted to hear. Sometimes the teacher even had to physically chase her around to keep her still and seated since she was so hyperactive and loved rebelling against authority and being naughty.

But the most irritating thing about her was her insatiable hunger. She could never stop eating and would always be munching constantly like an elephant due to her hypermetabolism. Despite eating all the time and some adults expressing concern that she might gain weight and become overweight or obese, her body just seemed to burn right through the calories since she still managed to maintain her cute, slender, average frame. The doctors assumed it might be because her body was going through a bit of a rapid growing phase. Sometimes she would even steal candy from the prizes jar, which was intended to be handed out to prep students as a reward for good behaviour or getting a question right, when the teacher wasn’t looking. But the worst thing she did was nicking other kids’ lunches with her especially targeting bacon and despite having her own already. Now she was starting to bully them out of it as well and it was starting to get out of hand.

Quite the polar opposite of Anura who had slunk in the shadows as an invisible guy when he was her age, hated being the centre of attention and would constantly grovel to please other people with him still having these characteristics to this day.

Now she was peering down at him in her cute royal blue and white checkered primary school uniform dress and navy blue, wide-brimmed, hat with her cute little, string chin strap loosely dangling below her chin in front of her neck and also having two top, large, dress navy blue buttons that formed part of her dress collar and was around her flat-chested torso and nipples. Out of the sides of her wide-brimmed, navy school uniform hat sprouted two long, curtain wave, drapes of golden blond hair that completely covered her ears and reached down and just touched her shoulders while her massive ocean blue eyes which were the same size as his entire head studied him with intense curiosity. Her mouth was etched into a massive, chilling and powerful gummy, gap-toothed, grin with several of her front teeth completely missing which resulted in allowing him to see a snapshot directly into her gaping maw, which was large enough to swallow an entire bedroom. Sharp nipping, white baby teeth were glinting on either side of the gummy-toothed gap in the corners of her mouth while her cute pinkish red, plushy lips glinted with a thin layer of saliva. The outline of her dangling uvula could be seen in the enveloping darkness at the back of her mouth which was swallowing up the outside light into the depths of her throat the further it penetrated deeper inside her maw while her slobbery red tongue, which was lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds, flexed, thrashed and then licked and tickled the gap in between her two front sets of developing and growing baby teeth.  The crinkles around her seemingly adorable, cute gummy smile formed a nice upside-down V-shape that connected to the bridge of her cute button nose. The sheer expanse of her torso and royal blue and white checkered school uniform dress formed a colossal wall right in front of the ledge of the white table with her presence casting a vast shadow over him as her entire upper body loomed over him.   

As Lily rubbed her pudgy, pinkish white fingers and hands above him in absolute glee, she then cracked her knuckles at the joints which resulted in sending thunderous cracks that made him flinch and her childishly giggling with the 12-year-old boy’s face flushing red in embarrassment for being intimidated by a 6-year-old girl who was half his age. As she continued giggling cutely in pure joy with the mockery ringing in his ears like a thousand drums, he then got a whiff of her rank breath from deep inside her maw and the back of her throat which smelt like fermenting sugary candy mixed in with pork and bacon……….

“Well, hi there!!” she giggled with her grinning widely with her gummy gap-toothed smile that filled up his entire perceptual vision. “Ms Sweetling said you wrote a naughty story in the big kid’s class!! Can you read it to me as a bedtime story!!”

Mortified that he was at the complete whim, power and utter mercy of a cute 6-year-old girl who would normally be powerless to the world around her, which ironically was a major component in his macrophilia stories, Anura gulped nervously. The fantasy that he had written on paper was now presented right in front of his eyes. He was living the dream and was now quite literally a girl’s living doll.

One thing was for certain however, he couldn’t let a little girl who was barely older than a toddler and could barely read and write for that matter, listen to his violent, bloody and gory story with its unhappy ending, which was clearly R-rated and intended for mature audiences.

Even if it was so ironic that an underage 12-year-old boy wrote it, who technically couldn’t even share it with people his own age, due to how graphic and disturbing it was.

“No!” he shouted boldly. “I am not reading my story to a little girl!! It’s for big kids only!!”

“Little girl!!” snarled Lily, with her face twisting into a frown with her crooked white baby teeth glinting menacingly in the ceiling light of the interrogation room. “Let me tell you something, right now it seems that you are the little, dolly boy!!” she sneered with her looking down at his doll-sized frame and then licking her lips hungrily. Then she giggled with her looking down at her torso before extending her arms outwards and waving it in slow circular motions. “And I’m the big, big, big, girl who’s so much bigger than you!!”

Then she grinned with a power-hungry, gummy, gap-toothed smile and said: “You don’t think I can handle bad and naughty things, huh Anura? I know you wrote something about a shrunken little man getting hurt by a giant girl and you actually enjoyed it!! Just like I enjoy being naughty………” she drooled, with a dribble of saliva trickling over her plump lower pinkish lip and then splattering right in front of him as a big droplet. This resulted in droplets splattering all over him and causing him to shriek back in surprise. He could still taste the hint of her fermenting sugary candy, pork and bacon wafting off from her spit and slobbery saliva.

Due to Lily being barely 3 foot 6 inches (106cm) tall, her flat chest, nipples and torso barely reached the top ledge of the white table. Placing both pudgy hands and arms on either side of her prized cute little dolly boy with her fingers slightly clenched in glee, she then bobbed her head down so that her chin was resting against the white table top and then opened her maw to reveal two sets of sharp nipping, white crooked, baby teeth with a massive gummy gap in the middle, allowing Anura to see a full snapshot inside her maw. Squelching pink, slimy, inner cheek skin could be seen pulsating with her jaw muscles bulging with every twitching movement of her lower jaw while her cute elastic plushy gummy lips glistened with a thin coat of saliva. The outline of her dangling uvula could also be seen in the enveloping darkness at the back of her mouth, which was swallowing up the outside light into the depths of her throat the further it penetrated deeper inside her maw while her slobbery red tongue, which was lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds, flexed and thrashed with a green lime gummy bear stuck to it………

Then he heard Lily’s booming voice giggle and utter, “Let me show you Anura, I, too, can enjoy hurting people... just like you did to that shrunken little man in that naughty little story of yours!!”

This was followed by a terrifying wet, gurgling sound that came far down below him, beyond the ledge of the white table. Far down below him, out of the corner of his eye, he swore that he could see the outline of the fabric of Lily’s blue and white checkered school dress that was covering her waist and abdomen twitch and jiggle slightly which could only mean one thing……...

Her stomach had grumbled and she was hungry…………….

The lime green gummy bear on her tongue that was sliding around on the lumpy tastebuds of her thrashing, slobbery tongue suddenly started bubbling and frothing as it began to shapeshift much to Anura’s shock. The green blob twisted and moulded until it had a set of two legs, two arms, and then a head forming with its skin then turning a reddish brown. Then hair began to sprout from its newly formed scalp along with a set of grey shorts, black laced shoes and socks and a blue buttoned uniformed shirt that was slowly taking shape…….

“Help me!! Help me!! Help me!!” shrieked the helpless, high pitched, voice coming from the newly formed, tiny human that had magically sprouted from the lime green gummy bear.

And it wasn’t just any little human…………

A tiny identical clone of Anura had just been born right inside Lily’s maw with him birthed straight from the gooey remains of the lime green gummy bear. Anura's heart leapt up into his throat and his blood turned to ice as he saw the little clone of himself getting soaked in showers of saliva raining down from above from the roof of Lily’s mouth. His nightmares seemed to have a common trend of conjuring clones of himself to be tortured and killed in gruesome and disturbing situations where he would be forced to spectate as shown with the three, sixth grade, sporty girls from earlier. As he continued watching in horror, he then saw Lily casually start flicking and thrashing the tiny 12-year-old boy who was half her age around inside her maw like he was a piece of meat…….

Given the fact that she was only 6 years old, she still kept her mouth wide open while she had food inside and chewed, which resulted in allowing Anura to witness every single ghastly detail. The tiny clone of himself was violently flung against the inner elastic, pink, slimy cheek skin from the sharp jolting motion of her pinkish red tongue in harsh circular movements in which he then reflected back onto her tongue like a ping pong ball due to the stretchy elasticity. This process was repeated several times all over her maw with him flung against the hard white enamel of her crooked baby teeth, which surrounded him in a semi-circle of jagged rocks, and the roof of her mouth while she casually played with the newly formed little meaty clone of Anura in her mouth. Due to the violent thrashing, significant purplish bruises and bloody cuts began forming all over his body with the blood trickling down and staining his blue school uniform a dark-oxidised red while droplets of blood splattered onto the lumpy grooved tastebuds that were lining the entire surface of her tongue with the blood mixing in with her enzymes and saliva all over his body.

“Yum!” boomed Lily’s voice as she savoured the tiny tween clone boy’s taste. “Bacon candy………”

Then Lily pushed the clone of Anura to the corner of her mouth where two rows of crooked, jagged half-developing, sharp nipping baby teeth were located with them glinting in the light just to the left of her front gummy tooth gap where her naked, pink elastic gums flashed with a fresh thin coat of saliva and enzymes. Flexing her gargantuan tongue with surgical precision so that the tiny tween clone boy’s bicep was lined right up with her first set of semi-developing, baby crushing molars and razor-sharp canines, with their sharpness prickling the naked brown skin and fabric of his blue school uniform shirt.

 The jaw muscles in Lily’s white rosy cheeks twitched for a split second.

Anura and his identical clone locked eyes for a moment with the eyes of his tween clone lit up in pure naked terror and helplessness.

“Please………” he croaked.

And then Lily’s front top set of nipping, corner, crooked baby teeth and crushing baby molars came down like a mighty hammer.

CRUNCH!! SQUELCH!!!!

It was as easy as biting right through a pie crust……...

An eruption of red, oxygenated blood squirted from his bicep which was then followed by the wet crunching of bone and squelching of firm tendons and muscles. Her baby canine teeth penetrated and slashed his soft muscle and tendon flesh with them making light work of it and slashing it into strips of red meat and flesh while her frontmost set of still semi-developing, half-grown, baby molars crunched through most of his hard shoulder bones with them crunching around 75% of the way through which then resulted in almost completely severing his arm from the rest of his body. Due to the developing nature and bluntness of her baby teeth, the clone of Anura almost wished she was an adult or a tween at the very least with all her adult teeth intact so that he could at least end his suffering more quickly with clean cuts and complete mashing rather than repeated half stabs and jabs. A heartbreaking painful shriek could be heard from the tiny clone which was then followed by bloody wet gurgling as the sheer shock from the pain had caused him to start coughing up blood. As the gushing of his warm blood drenched the front tip of her tongue and stained the white enamel of her crooked baby teeth a reddish-white, the real Anura then heard the sound of Lily giggling with a muffled full mouth of a dying boy inside as she gurgled the fresh blood of his mutilated clone inside her maw. Tears came to his eyes as he was unable to process the butchery that was happening right in front of his eyes and yet it was impossible to look away, with her laugh deceivingly sounding so cute, given her adorable appearance but the action that she was doing made it seem like it was straight from the depths of fiery hell that was being committed by a literal demon. At one point she sealed her cute gummy pink lips around his half-severed arm which was sticking out just beyond the outer expanse of her lips and maw, resulting in his bloody clone’s arm sticking out of her mouth like a lollipop. She then began to suck on it like any other kid would do with a lollipop in their mouth with small streaks of fresh blood trickling over her bottom lip and down her chin. Blood trickling across his reddish-brown gashed skin began to be sucked back into her maw in between the microscopic gap in between her lips, resulting in stains of blood smearing across her lips. Blood accumulated in her maw from the fresh cuts across his body that had been dished out from her baby teeth in which she gurgled and then swallowed with a big satisfied tasty gulp and moans of pleasure like she was some sort of vampire while she continued to drink and savour his blood and the mutilated arm sticking out of her mouth twitched in slow painful motions, meaning that the tween boy clone inside her maw was still alive…….

A second crunch from her baby molars completely obliterated the shoulder bones and joints in his mutilated arm into dozens of crunchy white biscuity shards, which then resulted in completely severing it from the rest of his body and resulting in another set of high-pitched shrieks and wet gurgling erupting from inside her maw. The severed, bloody arm then started to fall out of the clasp of her pink blood-stained lips and slip towards the ground but her blood-stained tip of her tongue quickly darted out and caught it before it could roll down her chin. Opening her maw again, the traumatised real Anura watched in horror as he saw his bloody, bleeding-out clone being flicked around on the bloody carpet of her massive tongue, which now had streams of blood running in between the grooves of her tastebuds towards the back of her mouth and flowing under her dangling pendulum-like uvula before it then cascaded over like a waterfall. The mutilated clone of Anura was once again flicked around like a pinball against the hard enamel of her crooked baby teeth with her lining his tiny body up with surgical precision right under the top and bottom row of Lily’s semi-developing baby and permanent teeth.

And this time she didn’t chew softly, hold back and chewed with her maw completely open, like all young kids do with that childish habit that parents scold them for rude table manners.

 CRUNCH!! SQUELCH!!!! CRUNCH!! SQUELCH!!!!  CRUNCH!! SQUELCH!!!! CRUNCH!! SQUELCH!!!!  

The corpse of Anura’s clone was mashed into hundreds of bite-sized chunks of raw meat and flesh with crunchy biscuity white pieces of bone and spongy bone marrow mixed into the red, gory, meat paste as Lily’s bulging jaw muscles were pulsating from her rosy white cheeks and made light work of the tiny tween boy’s corpse, with a series of satisfied muffled hums and moans as she savoured the bacon candy taste coming from his saturated flesh and fresh, juicy blood.  Her bulging jaw muscles moved up and down with effortless, smooth motion like pistons as they worked like a meat grinder to break apart the intricate muscular system, nervous system, tendons, ligaments and all his organs into unrecognisable shredded and diced-up chunks of lifeless, red meat. Through the front, gummy toothed, gap and blood-stained, gnashing, crooked baby teeth Anura could see a sickly-sweet wet paste of sticky blood and guts stretch elastically in between the roof of her mouth and her blood-stained tongue like a spider’s web while his demolished clone’s stomach, liver and intestines spilled out onto her naked, raw massive tongue like spaghetti and meatballs from a deep serration right through the middle of his torso.

“NOM!! NOM!! NOM!! NOM!! NOM!!” giggled Lily cutely in a devilish way as she continued happily munching on the tween boy clone of Anura.

At one point one of his fully intact severed legs, with his shoe and sock still attached to the end of his foot and some of his spaghetti-like intestines, rolled towards the tip of her tongue and almost fell out of her open maw completely. His severed leg fell out of her open maw and rolled over her plump bottom, blood-stained, pinkish red lip and fell onto the white wooden table right in front of the original Anura with a wet plop, which resulted in causing him to shriek and then recoil back in horror while a bloody puddle formed around it. Meanwhile, his spaghetti-like intestines were slurped back in between her blood-stained gummy lips with a quick suction motion, which then resulted in it flapping and thrashing around like a bit of live sausage and strands of spaghetti. During this motion fresh blood squirted out gruesomely like jets from a garden hose due to the sharp squeezing and propulsion force being exerted by the clasp of her blood-stained gummy lips. This blood then splattered Anura right in the face, eyes, and upper torso with slobbery, saliva tainted, fresh blood from his clone’s chewed up corpse that stained his originally blue school uniform a dark oxygenated reddish brown and irritated his naked, brown skin since the blood was laced with Lily’s digestive enzymes.

“OH FUCK!!!” sobbed Anura as he wiped the sticky blood and Lily’s bubbly spit from his eyes and face. “OHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” he sobbed with tears streaming down his face.

Once Lily was satisfied that she had munched on her delectable treat fully with her chewing finished and pure joy now etched across her bulging rosy white cheeks, ocean blue eyes and cute, twitching button nose, with her having extracted all the bacon candy flavour from her tiny tween clone boy treat, she then began to swallow the dozens of macerated pieces of soft, shredded, red flesh and meaty paste down her greedy gullet. One by one, each meaty chunk began to be swept away by the current of the rivers of blood and saliva flowing across her blood-stained tongue, under her dangling pendulum-like uvula and then finally over the event horizon where the lumped back of her tongue met and connected to the start of her oesophagus. The last body part to succumb to her ravenous appetite was his severed head, which was mostly intact but not for long as her back molars quickly crunched this after rolling like a soccer ball and then getting pinned by two of them in the back corner of her mouth. His severed head exploded into bits of spongy, cauliflower-like, pink brain matter and goo, facial muscles and tendons, brown bits of skin, eyeballs and biscuity, white skull shards which were all slurped down her greedy gullet as well. 

“Ahhhh…….” sighed Lily with delight and then chimed out “Yum!!”      

Anura gasped with horror as he saw Lily tilt her head downwards at a 45-degree angle and then smile at him with a gummy, gap-toothed, smile with the adorable cuteness of it scrubbed away and instead replaced with absolute bloody, gory carnage and horror smeared across it. Her rubbery, pinkish red, plush gummy lips and the immediate area around her cheeks that was close to her mouth were now smeared with fresh blood stains with it looking rather reminiscent like it was tomato sauce. The hard enamel of her pearly white, crooked, baby teeth on both sides of the gaping, front, gummy gap in the corners of her mouth was now stained a whitish red with dried-up crusts of blood peppering her enamel. Long thin and fat strings of gut, confetti scraps of brown, elastic, stretchy skin, chunks of red meaty flesh and blood-stained pieces of blue uniform fabric were wedged right in between her crooked baby teeth with it mixing in with her other tooth gunk while more droplets of blood were dripping from the front, central, gummy toothed gap in between her two sets of crooked baby teeth right onto the tip of her tongue with a squelchy plop. Her entire slobbery red tongue that was lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds and her inner cheek skin, was now stained a dark red. Anura swore that he could even see hard, crunchy, biscuity white shards of bone wedged deep inside like toothpicks and were also mixed in with the tooth gunk in between her crooked baby teeth with blood dripping off the dangling pendulum ball of her uvula.  The image of an adorable, smiling 6-year-old, little girl being transformed into a ravenous, carnivorous, bloodthirsty monster due to the blood and gore splattered across that cute smile was the most horrific thing that Anura had ever seen in his entire life.

 A wet gurgling noise suddenly rumbled in her throat which was then followed by it increasing in frequency and magnitude until……………

BURP!!!!!!!

An ear-shattering burp erupted from Lily’s throat which then resulted in bloody flecks of spit and saliva flying out of her mouth like water from a sprinkler and showering Anura in the vile bloody mist and caused him to start coughing and spluttering with horror and disgust. The dangling, pendulum ball of her uvula at the back of her gaping mouth, which Anura had a clear view of through her front gummy toothy gap vibrated like wet jelly. Suddenly a hard, white fragment of his clone’s skull flew out from the back of her mouth like a bullet and then landed right at his black school shoes with the curved cranium shape of the skull clearly present in the fragment as well as the grooved cracks and folds in the surface of the skull fragment with wet clumps of pink, cauliflower-like, brain matter still stuck to the underside of it while it was stained red with blood stains. This caused Anura to cry and sob and then close his eyes and shield his face in his hands in horror at the gruesome carnage inflicted by Lily’s crooked baby teeth on the desecration of his clone’s corpse.

“Excuse me!!” giggled Lily with a fucked-up, bloody and gory, gummy gap-toothed smile and then snickered upon seeing the skull fragment she had burped out from her guts right in front of Anura and the severed leg that had accidentally fallen out of her maw in front of Anura while she was munching on her fresh, meaty live treat. “I’m a messy eater!”

Feeling a long, white, bone fragment shard that was sticking out in between her crooked, left, frontmost side baby tooth that was slanted at a 25-degree angle and the elastic gummy stickiness of her central, front, naked, gummy toothed gap like a toothpick, she frowned and pouted slightly before then extending the blood-stained tip of her tongue outwards. The top of her tongue curved like a sickle towards the top row of her baby teeth and the central, front, naked, gummy-toothed gap before it then pressed into the jutting piece of bone fragment wedged right in between the gap.

“Mmmmmm!!!!” she hummed with satisfaction and glee. “I think I have a piece of his little bone stuck in between my teeth!”   

Successfully flicking it out onto the tip of her blood-stained tongue and nestling it in between the grooves of a few lumpy tastebuds with a few good strokes and licks with the tip of her tongue, she then casually plucked it off her tongue by sticking her pudgy little fingers into her mouth. Pinching the long, blood-stained, fragment of bone in between her pudgy forefinger and thumb, which appeared to be part of the clone’s femur, in an absolutely shocking and monstrous display of cruelty she then began indiscriminately shoving it in between the crooked gaps of her blood-stained, baby teeth and using it crudely as a toothpick much to Anura’s horror. Rubbing the top of the fragment of the clone’s femur bone firmly into her accumulated tooth gunk with her gripping the bottom of it tightly in between her pudgy forefinger and thumb, it soon began accumulating strings of gut, confetti scraps of brown, elastic, stretchy skin, chunks of red meaty flesh and blood-stained pieces of blue uniform fabric that was all mashed together as a saliva drenched, sickly sweet, blob on the end of her makeshift bony fragment toothpick. While she was doing this some of her baby teeth wiggled inside the gum and enamel beds while she continued grinning at him sadistically.

“I can feel some of my teeth wriggling!! I think there’s one or two?!” she giggled. “More coins for me from the Tooth Fairy for learning how to count!!”

He couldn’t believe that a supposed cute-looking, adorable, 6-year-old girl was capable of such cruelty and sadism, with her being so casual about it as well……… 

As she continued picking the sticky, gooey flesh in between her crooked baby teeth by using the clone’s fragmented femur bone crudely as a makeshift toothpick, she then sneered at him and giggled: “Are you going to read your naughty, little, bedtime story now, Anura?”

Before Anura could answer a loud, wet gurgle erupted from down below from Lily’s stomach as it digested the measly remains of the clone, with him seeing the quivering outline of wobbling stomach flesh out of the corner of his eye through the blue and checkered fabric of her size 5, prep school dress around her waist that was peeking just over the ledge of the white wooden table as she slightly stood up on the tips of her black, Mary Jane school shoes. 

“Or……” she added ominously. “I could save room for dessert you know……” she snickered with an awful tyrannical, childish giggle. “I skipped breakfast today and my tummy is still really hungry you know……...”

This was just too much for Anura to handle……

Warm, fresh piss spurted out from his dick in his grey school shorts in warm, yellow streaks with it seeping through his underwear, running over his thighs and then out of the cuffs of his grey school shorts and then down his naked exposed legs as he pissed himself in naked terror. While his bladder relieved itself in petrified horror, he could also feel a hot burning, tingling, sensation writhe all over his body with it stronger towards his groin due to him being so vulnerable and tiny at the complete and utter mercy of a giant female being. It was that strange familiar feeling that he didn’t fully understand yet that he had felt when writing his forbidden story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’………...

Suddenly the metal steel door swung open.

Quivering with tears in his eyes, Anura turned around to see the colossal, much larger frame of Ms Sweetling in her dark green buttoned jacket, white undershirt and black frilled skirt who then casually strolled over to the white table to where cute, little Lily was resting her chin. The much taller, young woman looked down on the cute, blond-haired, Prep Student with her navel and waist just reaching over the ledge of the white wooden table and her being almost twice Lily’s height. The really disturbing thing was that she was completely unfazed at the sight of Lily’s bloody and gory, gummy toothed gap smile upon seeing all the blood and guts smeared all over her crooked baby teeth and cute, pinkish red, plushy lips. Ms Sweetling giggled as she saw Lily adjust her wide-brimmed navy hat and chin strap loosely dangling underneath her chin in front of her neck with her pudgy little white hands and fingers, which were smeared with streaks of blood. 

“Hi my little sweetheart!!” giggled Ms Sweetling with her rubbing the top of her wide brimmed hat and head with her hand lovingly. “Did you have fun with the bad boy in there?” she snickered with her winking at Anura with sick glee, which resulted in causing him to flinch and shudder with horror.

“He’s a very boring dolly, miss!!!” pouted Lily with big, puffy, bottom blood-stained pinkish red lips, before then casually licking the gummy, front, central toothed gap in between her baby teeth with the tip of her blood-stained tongue, which was etched into an upwards sickle shape and then casually smacked her blood-stained lips.  It was a silly childish habit that many Prep kids her age did but with all the blood and guts smeared across it, now it looked so sickening and disturbing. “He’s still refusing to read out his naughty little story!! What a bad boy!! And this little dolly boy doesn’t even want to talk or play with me!!”

Lily then casually flicked the clone’s fragmented, grubby femur bone with her thumb off her pointer finger onto the ground right near her foot, which was encased inside her white sock and black Mary Jane school shoe.  She then raised her Mary Jane school shoe and crushed it like an insignificant crumb under the rubbery treads of her black Mary Jane school shoe with an audible, biscuity like, crunch being heard.

Ms Sweetling then spotted Anura’s urine wet spot on the groin area of his grey school shorts with her sharp eyesight out of the corner of her eye, much to her utter delight and his utter dismay.

“Looks like you made the naughty, little, big boy pee himself, sweetheart!!” snickered Ms Sweetling with a series of chuckles.

“Wait, what, I actually did?!” gasped Lily, with her spinning her head around in glee and bobbing her head downwards right up to Anura, with her chin sliding up against the surface of the white wooden table until Anura could see his entire perceptual vision filled up with her massive head; blond hair, wide-brimmed navy hat, gory bloody lips, bloodstained crooked baby teeth and all.  

“Oh my god, I actually made a big boy pee his pants like a little baby!!” giggled Lily hysterically with Anura seeing a full mawshot of her bloody and gory maw, with the dangling pendulum ball of her uvula at the back of her throat vibrating like wobbly jelly due to her childish giggles erupting from the back of her throat. “Ewwwww, you look like a little baby who still wears nappies and needs his nappy changed!!! Just like my baby brother!!”

The humiliation of the two cruel giantesses seeing the wet, urine spot on his groin which was his most secluded private part that had relieved itself due to their sadism and cruelty with them terrifying him right to his very core was too much for him to handle anymore. He collapsed onto the ground on his hands and knees in a sobbing, nervous wreck and then curled himself up into a ball in a defensive position. He shielded his face into his forearms, tucked his arms into his chest and then began bawling his eyes out with tears streaming out of his eye sockets and then down his face. Even though his face was hidden from their prying eyes due to him burying it in his forearms, they could still hear his muffled sobs and cries which resulted in causing Lily to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“Is he crying, miss?” asked Lily with her perplexed. “I didn’t know that boys cried………...”

Ms Sweetling laughed heartily and replied: “Oh yes, they most certainly do sweetheart!! They just do it when no one can see them!! Besides most people only care and offer comfort when girls are sad and crying……...”  

“Please, please, please, why are you doing this to me miss?” sobbed Anura in between wails. “Please miss, I promise I will never write such stories ever again!!”

“Ugh, he’s whining like a little baby now!!” pouted Lily with her big, puffy, bottom, blood-stained pinkish red lips. “He’s no fun to play with now at all!! I hate stupid little baby dollies!! What am I supposed to do with him now?” 

“On the bright side, I will say that I think you might of sort of cured his stuttering……” injected Ms Sweetling. “That was actually the first time I heard him say a full sentence, without him stuttering over his sounds or syllables once!! I guess all he needed was a really good traumatising shock and scare!!” she giggled with her looking at Lily’s bloodstained crooked baby teeth and naked, pink gummy, blood-stained gaps with blood smeared across her puffy pink lips and rosy white cheeks. “Just like the hiccups!!”

Of course, it was completely absurd to suggest stuttering could be cured like this in real life, what was actually happening was that it was just his subconscious trying to justify the brutality and horror of his nightmare.  

“So Lily, didn’t you say you skipped breakfast?” chimed in Ms Sweetling with a sick, pearly white, toothy sneer plastered across her face. “I guess if he’s a boring little dolly boy, you could always eat him!! He would be just the right amount of protein for a growing, hungry little girl like you!! And it looks like you have already helped yourself to another yummy little man!!” she giggled upon seeing the blood and guts smeared across Lily’s rosy white cheeks, cute pinkish red lips, naked gums and gaps and crooked baby teeth.

“Wow, can I really eat him miss?” giggled Lily. “The other little boy I ate wasn’t really a person at all; it was instead a gummy bear that had magically shape-shifted into a little clone boy!! But he was a little bland though, he tasted like spicy burnt bacon with a hint of sweetness………...”

“Oh yes, my little sweetheart, you most definitely can eat him!!” giggled Ms Sweetling, which resulted in petrified wails and shrieks from Anura below as those words of approval and betrayal from his sixth grade teacher that gave the all clear for the bratty, 6-year-old, Prep girl to devour him sealed his fate. “He’s a new spicy exotic Asian food, if you know what I mean!! It’s always good to try new cultural dishes from the South Asian Subcontinent!! And I think I have just the thing that might help…….”

“But it does feel a bit mean to just eat him……” pouted Lily with her puffy, blood-stained, bottom pinkish red lip with her mind wondering in deep thought. “Maybe I shouldn’t eat him and keep him as my cute little dolly…….”

“Santa also told me that he’s on the naughty list for being a bad boy!!” added Ms Sweetling with an awful tyrannical giggle.

“Oh!!” gasped Lily with her face lighting up with joy. “In that case, he definitely deserves to be eaten!!”  

 “What!” gasped Anura with his blood running cold with horror. “No! No! No! Please Lily, don’t eat me!!” he screamed with tears streaming down his face as Lily reached out with her pudgy forefinger and thumb, with a massive bloody and gory, gummy, gap-toothed smile plastered across her face. He desperately tried to shield himself by throwing his arms over his head and upper torso and then tried to push his arms up against her looming massive, outstretched digits but it was all for naught as the child’s fingertips pinched him mercilessly around his torso and squeezed him slightly for additional grip before then lifting him up slowly up off the surface of the white wooden table like a claw grabbing machine in a junkyard.

“No! No!! Ahhhhhhh!!!! No!!”  screamed Anura with him kicking his legs and thrashing his arms about frantically, which were sticking out of the clasp of her plushy fingertips, in a wild fight for freedom but it was all for naught as Lily squeezed on him slightly harder with her grooved fingertips with them sinking into the soft flesh of his torso through the fabric of his blue school uniform. This resulted in wet croaky rasps and wet gurgles from Anura’s throat due to the sheer force of her massive fingertips squeezing down on his fragile little body, which had accumulated some fresh, purplish bruises due to her cruel squeezing. His entire perceptual vision was filled with the vast expanse of her blue and white checkered school uniform fabric and her top two blue buttons covering her upper torso, flat chest and nipples, while most disturbingly of all, he could feel part of Lily’s thumbprint was pressed over his urine spot and his groin where her thumbprint was compressing down on his crotch on top of the fabric of his grey school shorts. This resulted in painful twitching from the soft skin pressing down as well as that flustered hot feeling and tingling that he didn’t fully understand yet……...    

“Ooooooo, he’s going to feel so good squirming down my throat and tickling me inside my belly if he keeps this up!!” giggled Lily as she continued bringing the tiny tween boy pinched in between her fingertips slowly towards her bloody and gory open maw, with the feeling of his struggling and wiggling in between her fingertips the uttermost pleasant to her. “So Soft, tender, rare and Juicy!! Mummy always said that the fresher the food the better!!” she drooled with saliva and spit dribbling out of her bottom, plushy, pinkish red lip and then running down her chin before it fell as fat droplets to the ground right on top of the buckle of her black Mary Jane school shoe and leaving a wet spot on an exposed section of her white school sock running underneath the buckle. She then licked her blood-stained, gummy lips hungrily while looking at Anura with her moon-sized head and the golden blond hair sticking out from the sides of her wide-brimmed, navy hat that slightly rustled in the still air, with her looking at him with a predatory glare in her ocean blue eyes.

“Wait sweetheart……” said Ms Sweetling with her reaching into the inside pocket of her dark green, buttoned jacket and then pulling out some condiment dipping container with multiple different sauces inside. She then casually pulled the plastic film off it, flicked it away with her grey painted pointer finger and thumb and then placed it on the white wooden table in front of Lily.  Wheezing painfully in between Lily’s fingertips due to his captors excessive squeezing, Anura then saw thick moist sauces of different colours and flavours including white, red and brown, with them glinting at him from down below on the white wooden table while he was suspended in mid-air in between Lily’s fingertips. “Thought you might want to add a little bit of more flavour to him………” sneered Ms Sweetling.

“Ah, nooooooooo!!!” shrieked Anura with absolute horror as Lily hovered her fingertips above the assorted tray of condiment sauces with glee and then began lowering her hand directly towards it. “AHHH!!! AHHHH!!!! NO! NO!! NO!!” screamed Anura as he rapidly approached a pool of white sauce inside a grey plastic tub with it rapidly filling up his perceptual vision and pathetically thrashing and kicking his arms and legs wildly, that were sticking out of the clasp of Lily’s plushy fingerprints, aimlessly in naked terror.

“Mmmmmm……I think I will try the mayonnaise first!!” giggled Lily sinisterly with her cruel childish giggling echoing in his ears.

“AHHHHHH!!!!!” shrieked Anura with high pitched, blood curdling screams as he was dunked headfirst into the creamy white mayonnaise.

Fresh, sticky, mayonnaise was first smeared all over his body and then invaded his mouth and nostrils, with buckets of it clogging up his throat and making him feel like he was being drowned through waterboarding as a set of colossal digits pushed and restrained his head and upper torso under the white, sticky sauce. Thick, creamy, white sauce burned and irritated his eyes and all he could see was white blurriness, while Lily dragged his tiny, measly body along the bottom of the plastic tray which resulted in coating and smearing his entire body in a thick, gooey layer. Her colossal fingertips fiddled and prodded at his tiny body, which then slid and flipped him effortlessly in between her plushy fingertips dozens of times as she rubbed him right through the middle of the sauce to try and accumulate as much sauce as possible and really make it stick to him. Finally, when Anura was coated in enough mayonnaise that was satisfactory enough for her taste and he thought he was going to pass out due to the lack of oxygen, she yanked him out which resulted in causing him to cough, splutter and gasp in fresh gulps of oxygen. He screamed and wiped the mayonnaise from his eyes, mouth, nose and hair with his hands which allowed his vision to return.

That was short-lived, however……….

“And now for the tomato sauce!!” she giggled with her excitingly shifting her fingertips to the red tomato sauce tub that was adjacent to the mayonnaise one and was inside the same connected plastic grey tray and also had the exact same volume and shape. Anura barely had time to scream before he was dunked in once again and smeared in a second coat of tomato sauce all over his fresh white mayonnaise layer, with him experiencing the same drowning and waterboarding feeling, blindless and the rapid and violent jerking of his body through her fingertips as she dragged him through the thick, tomato sauce like a piece of meat. He wasn’t a human anymore; he was nothing more than a piece of food for a cruel, 6-year-old, devilish brat.

“Oh God!! Oh God!! Please Lily Stop!! Please Stop!! Stop!! Stop!!” sobbed Anura with tears streaming down his face as he coughed and spluttered a mouthful of tomato sauce that he had choked on and had been shoved down his throat, with some of it also inhaled and stuck deep inside his nostrils while being waterboarded in the red, sticky sludge. He screamed and wiped the tomato sauce from his eyes, mouth, nose and hair with his hands and then wailed: “Please, I don’t want to be eaten!!”

In response to this, Ms Sweetling, who was watching intently, sneered and replied: “God can’t help you Anura!! We are your Goddesses now!!”

Lily giggled devilishly and then added: “Snacks don’t get to choose, silly!!”

“Sweetheart, didn’t your mummy teach you that it’s not good table manners to play with your food for too long!!” giggled Ms Sweetling. 

The third and final sauce that she dunked him inside was the worst one of all and was adjacent to the red tomato sauce. It was the spicy, yellowish-brown, curry sauce which was a cruel, ironic racial jab due to his ethnic background. As Lily once again dunked him inside the thick, brown pool of sauce, it was consideringly thicker with brown peppery chunks of unground pepper inside. Lily really had to push his body through the thicker viscosity of the brown sauce to accumulate as much curry sauce and black unground peppery chunks as possible to his brown reddish skin and blue school uniform. At one point she even pinched him around his abdomen and butt and then started bobbing him up and down like he was attached to a bungee cord which then resulted in his head, shoulders and the top half of his body getting dipped in and out several times. He screamed and screamed with him coughing and spluttering the curry sauce out of his nasal and throat passageways and then rubbing the spicy residue from his reddened, irritated eyes, which were horrifyingly starting to burn his skin as well, resulting in a hot burning sensation all over his body. Finally, she finished by flipping and twisting him at a 45-degree angle within her plushy, sauce smeared fingertips before then dunking his legs and lower body several times inside the brown, thick, creamy mixture and then slowly began raising him towards her maw. Anura cried out as he was covered in the residue of three different sauces across every square centimetre of his body with him completely soaked while his torso was pinched in between Lily’s fingertips, which gave another slight squeeze which then resulted in causing him to squeal out painfully once again.

“Mmmmmm………” moaned Lily in delight with her licking her blood-stained, gummy lips.

“Wait sweetheart!!” chimed Ms Sweetling with her pulling out another transparent bottle shaker from the inside pocket of her dark green, buttoned jacket which appeared to have shredded, pink crispy material inside. She then bent down and handed it to the 3 feet 6 inches (106cm) tall blond Prep student who was bouncing up and down with giddy excitement with her hands outstretched in glee. “Don’t forget to add your most favourite ingredient of all!! Bacon!!”

“Yay!! Bacon!!” squealed Lily with giddy excitement as she clasped the bottle shaker full of shredded bacon bits in her tight, warm, pudgy fist of her other hand and then started violently shaking it up and down which resulted in causing the bacon bits to scatter and flurry everywhere inside the transparent shaker and bang against the walls of the shaker like confetti. “Bacon makes everything taste better!!”

Giggling with excitement, she then tilted the jar over her fingertips to where Anura was still clenched helplessly in between them and then gave it a few good shakes. Anura looked up with tears in his eyes to the peppered-holed, black surface of the bottle shaker that was hovering above him with it clenched within the warm fist of her other hand. Suddenly a shower of pink bacon bits erupted from its openings and then smothered him all over his body. Anura screamed as bits of pink, crispy bacon bits, with some of them as big as his forearm, stuck themselves all over his body. Bits of bacon stuck themselves to his sauce smeared school uniform, any part of his exposed skin, with some of it even landing right in his hair like dandruff. It was the bacon bits that were smearing themselves all over his body and sticking to him due to the three layers of sauces that really sold him home to the point that he was nothing more than a piece of meat for this hungry, carnivorous, bacon-loving cute little blond Prep girl.

And it was about to get even more fucked up………...

“Oh, hey Anura, that’s not just any bacon you know!” sneered Ms Sweetling with a toothy grin. “That’s bacon from a particular kind of pig!!!........... If you know what I mean…….” she snickered with her winking at him and a cruel gleam in her East Asian hooded eyes.

“What?........” gasped Anura with his mind filled and swimming with absolute confusion and bafflement for a good few seconds. Then he realised with horror what she had actually meant……….

His youngest cousin Divya had a pet pig called Bacon that her father had accidentally come across when she was around 11 years old and had been accidentally rescued. It had originally come from the back of a livestock truck that was on the way to the abattoir and would have been killed and become pork, bacon or ham had it not escaped while the truck was on the road and her father accidentally stumbling across it and then intervened. The cute, adorable, spotted piglet had snuck onto the back of his Ute in its desperate bid for freedom and having her father accidentally stumbling across it had decided to give it to his daughter as a companion and hence given its ironic name Bacon due to it escaping its original fate. Ironically Divya already had a pet hamster, cockatoo and a possum but the more pets she had the merrier, as they would often joke together.

But Divya’s neighbours strongly disliked her unusual and rather strange, exotic pets. Despite the fact that her animal friends hadn’t even done anything disruptive, they had called animal control and even Victoria Police multiple times to try to get them taken away. One time Parks Victoria had even showed up and told Divya that she needed a native title permit to keep her precious possum and cockatoo since they were native Australian fauna. It had cost her father $7000 to register that permit but he would do anything to keep his little girl happy and not have her heartbroken.

But her pet pig Bacon was another horrific matter. Each pig raised for meat had an unique identifying number chip threaded into their ear, which enabled the Australian agricultural and meat industry to keep track on the exact number of pigs that were supposed to be ’processed’.  Both the abattoir that Bacon was originally destined for, the pig farmer and the transportation industry had been notified of a missing pig that had escaped which had cost them around $300. Despite these industries looking for Bacon for years they never could truly find him since Divya had hidden him so well with them having given up over time. However, since more people in society considered pigs food rather than friends or pets, she was terrified someone would kidnap Bacon when she wasn’t looking and notify the Australian agricultural industries of their long, lost missing pig who would most likely turn him into his primary intended purpose: meat.

Now it seemed that his youngest cousin’s worst nightmare had come true………

“No!!” shrieked Anura with tears in his eyes. “Tell me you didn’t!!”

Ms Sweetling laughed and replied: “I found this yummy, little pig wandering the streets of Eaglemont and then promptly turned him in to the proper authorities. Finally, they gave that stupid, little pig his true purpose in life, to fill our stomachs and savour his delicious taste!!” she snorted with devilish laughter. “The abattoir even promised to give me a cut of his tasty meat as a reward for turning in that tricky, little escaped pig that they had been looking for so long!! You should have seen how much your stupid, little cousin cried and cried and seen how completely heartbroken she was!!”

Hurting his youngest cousin crossed a line for Anura.

With rage boiling in his blood, he roared out: “Fuck You, You Disgusting Chink!! All You Fucking Gooks and white cunts as well, for that matter think when you see an animal is how fucking tasty it is!!! Never giving a shit about the best interests of an animal!! Why am I not surprised coming from someone like you, when in fucking China and Hong Kong, which has one of the highest meat consumption rates in the world, the only thing with four legs that they don’t eat is the table and they eat fucking dogs and cats as well for that matter, with that country even having an entire fucking festival dedicated to it!! My cousin cherished and adored that pig!!”

With angry tears in his eyes, he then looked at the measly remains of Bacon that was gruesomely smeared all over him and then croaked out: “I’m so sorry my sweet, little Bacon…….”                

Lily gasped and said: “Miss, he said bad and rude words!! I can see why he’s on Santa's naughty list now!!”

“Wow, so your response is to call me a chink and a gook, huh Anura?” snarled Ms Sweetling with her face twisted into a contorted frown. “You do realise that my ancestors have been here since the 1860’s, so I have more Aussie legitimacy and blood than you as a fucking anchor baby!! Anyway, there are still some white people who still assume out of first instinct you’re a foreign migrant who didn’t really grow up here because you’re brown, no matter how friendly they are to you!! At least I’m more established!! Let me tell you something Anura, how did it feel when that secret, little, unrequited crush of yours said what she said when you told her that you used to live in Moonee Ponds and trying to indirectly show her that you grew up here……. what was it again………?” she mused with her putting a slate grey painted fingernail on her lip mockingly and then grinned.

“Oh yeah, that’s right, she said ‘was that your first place when you came to Australia’?” she uttered with a big, wide, toothy sneer.

Words can be extremely hurtful, especially when the person saying it doesn’t realise how hurtful it truly is and has no intention to offend that person. It’s like throwing a rock into a lake, but do you know how far that rock sinks down below?

And those words felt like he had been stabbed in the chest when that sweet, unrequited, little crush of his had uttered them to him, with her implying that he was still some sort of outsider.

And since this was his subconscious nightmare…………

Blood erupted from his chest when Ms Sweetling uttered those painful words to him with the hurtful nature of the phrase causing blood from his chest to burst and then trickle all over his torso in multiple different directions from a central stab wound like the words had literally stabbed him right in the chest. The blood then mixed in with the sticky sauce residue and Bacon’s meaty remains that were smeared all over his body. He could feel himself coughing up a mouthful of metallic blood in his throat.

“Oh, and just so you know……” snickered Ms Sweetling with her looking at the yellow chunky blobs that were smeared all over his body that was covered by creamy, white mayonnaise. “The bits of mayonnaise had pieces of shredded Coon Cheese inside……” she winked at him, resulting in making Anura shudder.  Coon Cheese was one of Australia’s most popular cheese brands, though its name was controversial to say the least due to its racial connotations in the US despite the cheese being literally named after a white man called Edward William Coon.  

“I think I am going to eat him now……” mused Lily with her biting her lip slightly. “He’s on Santa’s naughty list after all and I don’t like playing with my food for too long……...”

 Fed up with the misery and suffering that had been inflicted upon him, Anura decided to yell out one more final hurtful jab.

“There is no Santa Claus, you stupid, little, fucking brat!!” he yelled out angrily with him spitting out a mouthful of blood. “It’s just your fucking shitty parents getting gifts for you on Christmas that you clearly don’t fucking deserve!!!”

Lily’s cute bloody and gory, gummy, gap-toothed smile immediately transformed into an angry pouting frown, with her cute button nose twitching with anger and her eyebrows glaring at him with rage. Her ocean blue eyes rapidly filled with hurtful rage while her bottom, blood-smeared, pinkish red lip trembled and quivered like she was about to burst into tears.

“You horrible jerk!” she screamed with angry tears welling up in her eyes and her voice so loud that it resulted in Anura’s eardrums throbbing with extreme pain due to the shock of the immense soundwaves, with fresh blood forming in his ear canals that resulted in causing him to wince and cover his ears. “I give him cookies and milk every Christmas Eve as well!! Are you saying mummy and daddy eat those as well?”

Ms Sweetling tisked in disapproval with her wagging her grey painted, pointer fingernail at Anura and then added: “What a horrible thing to say to a little girl!! Of course, Santa is real!!” she said with her winking at Lily which resulted in causing the little Prep blond girl to calm down slightly.  

“You are right miss; he definitely is on Santa’s naughty list!!” stated Lily with her narrowing her eyebrows at him and then breaking into a relieved, bloody and gory, gummy, gap-toothed smile. “Especially if he denies he exists and is a non-believer!! That definitely guarantees him a spot on the naughty list!!”

“I’m going to eat you now, my tasty, little, bacon boy!!” she giggled with her then raising him up to her drooling, open maw and squeezing the tiny tween boy in between her sauced smeared, plushy fingertips, which resulted in causing another series of painful squeals to erupt from his tiny lips. “But don’t worry, I promise I will say hello to whatever is left of you when I take a nice, big poo tomorrow!!”. This shocked Anura since he was surprised that a girl her age would have a basic understanding of human digestion. 

Then, as if to add extra insult to injury and feeling a gurgling in her gut and colon, with it building up and reaching her rectum and then bubbling and pressurising, with it trying to get released, she grinned a bloody, gummy, gap-toothed, mischievous smile. Then she released a fart, with a puff of hot wind slipping out in between her bum cheeks and lingering in the air with the strong scent of fermenting, half-digested pork in the air with a hint of fermenting sugar and candy. This caused the helpless tiny tween boy pinched in between her fingertips to shriek even louder and thrash his limbs in the air wildly, that were sticking out of the sides of her plushy fingerprints, in a mad panic with the smell of her lingering fart indicating his ominous future fate in the next 48 hours.

“Ahhh……I farted……...” giggled Lily cheekily with her sighing a bit and then dropping her guts in relief with a slight gurgling coming from her colon.

“Yeah, I can tell……” grimaced Ms Sweetling with her wrinkling her nose a bit upon sniffing the lingering smell of Lily’s fart in her nostrils. She then grinned a bit and remarked: “I see you helped yourself to all of those yummy pork chops from that dumb girl’s stupid pet pig Bacon from earlier. He was so much better at being someone’s dinner than being an annoying, lazy and filthy disgusting creature on the streets!”

Anura wanted to stab this demented, twisted version of Ms Sweetling to death for breaking his youngest cousin Divya’s heart but deep down he knew that he wouldn’t be able to even lay a dent on either of them at this tiny size.   

“HELP ME!!” cried Anura to Ms Sweetling as Lily began to raise and outstretch her arm far above her head with her short sleeve of her blue and white checkered school dress bunching back towards her shoulder as she raised her arm upwards with her then tilting her head back, opening her maw wide and showing him her bloodstained, gummy, gap-toothed, baby teeth in a sickening grin. 

Instead, much to his utter shock, horror and betrayal, Ms Sweetling pulled out a 2007 Samsung black flip phone from the right front inside pocket of her dark green, buttoned jacket. She then flipped it open and pointed the gleaming phone camera lens on the left-hand corner of the top, outside, black surface of the flip phone directly at Lily and the tiny, squirming lifeform pinched helplessly in between her pudgy, bloodstained fingertips. The camera lens then began to shine brightly and then flicker slightly, which indicated that the flip phone camera had been turned on.

“Smile for the camera sweetheart!!” giggled Ms Sweetling. “I want to capture this moment for you to cherish forever!!”

Lily giggled and then turned her head towards the camera with her flashing a bloody, gory baby gap-toothed, gummy smile and gave a wave at the flip phone camera with her other hand, while giving the tiny tween boy pinched in between her fingertips of the hand holding him another sharp squeeze which resulted in causing him to squeal painfully again.

“NO, PLEASE HELP!!” cried Anura to Ms Sweetling desperately with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

Lily raised her fingertips above her mouth and tilted her head back, resulting in allowing Anura to see that grisly mawshot again. The blood smeared across her rubbery pinkish red plushy lips and rosy white cheeks. The blood-stained crooked baby teeth wedged with white biscuity bone shards, long thin and fat strings of gut, scraps of brown elastic stretchy skin and blood-stained pieces of blue uniform fabric that were mixed in with her tooth gunk. Her slobbery red tongue that was lined with hundreds of lumpy tastebuds and her squelching inner cheek skin that were stained red and oozing with blood. The blood dripping off the dangling pendulum ball of her uvula at the back of her throat. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

“HELP ME!! HELP!!” Anura cried out one last time desperately as Lily dangled him upside down over her gaping maw with her fiddling with his tiny body in between her fingers while she dangled him upside down, where he got a warm blast of her hot breath from deep inside her gut, including the scent of fermenting sugar and digesting red flesh. He could hear her sadistically and childishly giggling in ecstatic glee, like a little kid who had gotten their hands on a delicious piece of candy.   

With a swift flick of her thumbprint which slid Anura off the plushy, sauced smeared, fingerprint of her forefinger, Anura was catapulted like a Smartie or M&M’s towards her horrible gaping maw in a parabolic arc, with his body initially gaining some altitude before plunging straight downwards to her greedy gullet. Lily had casually flicked him into the air to catch him with her mouth goofily as if he was some sort of Smartie or M&M’s. The sound of horrible childish giggling mixed in with the cruel laughter of his sixth grade teacher could be heard ringing in his ears, which resulted in drowning out his terrified screams as he sailed and then plunged straight towards Lily’s hungry, gaping maw. As he sailed through the jagged wall of stalactites and stalagmites of her blood-stained, crooked, baby teeth from the sides of her mouth and through the gateway of her blood-stained, plushy, pinkish red lips, he then landed on the tip of her blood-stained, red, outstretched tongue.

“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!” Anura screamed with a blood curdling shriek as he plunged straight down into Lily’s cavernous gaping maw with him screaming all the way down. 

Lily then sealed her mouth completely shut with her plushy pinkish red lips snuffing out the last remnants of light. Bloody rivers of saliva and enzymes that ran in between the lumpy grooves of her tastebuds soon whisked him away to the back of her throat, where he passed under the pendulum ball of her uvula which showered him in a few more droplets of blood, while the saliva and enzymes burned at his sauce smeared brown skin with delight and them savouring and extracting his rich flavour. Then with a final scream, he went over the event horizon of no return over the waterfall where the back of her tongue met with the start of her oesophagus and plunged downwards into the depths of her greedy gullet with him hearing the cruel childish laughter of the blond 6-year-old girl that was mixed in with his sixth grade teacher’s. Lily swallowed him alive and whole, probably to feel him kicking and squirming in her throat and tickle her from within her stomach while being digested alive was his last thought that came to his mind as he thought about why she didn’t chew him up as everything faded to black…….

“Fucking Hell…...” croaked Anura and then stopped with surprise with him realising that his voice had gotten considerably deeper. Looking down at his outfit he realised that he was now wearing his ant t-shirt, Denim jacket and medium blue jeans which was the same outfit that he had been wearing when he was in The Great Emu Pub with his limbs increasing in length as well as his body having a stockier 5-foot 10 inches (177cm) build. Feeling the microscopic, furry, patchy beard stubble under his chin, he realised that he had transformed back into his 23-year-old current version of himself.

Blinded by a bright white light to which his eyes slowly adjusted to the luminosity of, he then groaned in frustration as he realised that he was still on that awful, exposing, wooden theatre stage that was suspended within the black void of his mind. The same wooden stage with the set of polished brown wooden floorboards and two flights of stairs on either side, the same two sets of massive, draping, blood-red, theatre stage curtains that were towering 50 feet above his head behind him and even the exact same Greek-styled, white marble pillars and a frilled, fabric lighter red stage curtain lining around the frame of the theatre wing. It was all becoming way too familiar for him.

Looking up he gasped as he saw the gigantic form of his sixth grade teacher Orina Sweetling behind the top, thick, wooden frame of the stage curtains in the exact same pose as before. Smiling at him with a massive, pearly, white toothy sneer with her colossal buttoned green jacket, white undershirt and perky breasts that slightly rustled loomed over him, with her black hair loosely cascaded over her shoulders. She sneered at him with her cruel, East Asian, hooded eyes while her black, slate-painted fingernails peeked over the top of the thick, wooden frame with her fingers clenched over the frame and her sheer presence casting a vast shadow over him and most of the stage which demonstrated her enforcing her status as his puppet master.

Despite him ageing rapidly to his 23-year-old self as a young man, his sixth grade teacher hadn’t aged at all and still treated him like a 12-year-old boy in this latest sequence of the nightmare.

 “So Anura, I see that you have all grown up now!!” boomed Ms Sweetling’s voice from the top of the thick wooden frame of the theatre wing. “If you have really grown up now and overcome this childhood shyness then read what I have prepared for you right in front of your university cohort!! Come on now, don’t be shy!!”

Anura then looked at the papers in his hands and was relieved to see that it wasn’t the perverted size fetish short story ‘Shrunken Misfortune’ that he had written in sixth grade but instead his 5000-word research report on Microplastics in the Ocean that he had actually scored really well in and gotten 88% and an A grade for. Smiling a bit at the typed printed pages in front of him, with some pride for something he had actually achieved, he then slowly made his way to the microphone and microphone stand in the front central area of the stage.

He gazed upon the seating area, which was red, fabric velvet chairs that were surrounding him at a 360-degree angle in multiple rows and were raised one step higher to gain a full view of the central area. A flight of stairs had been carved symmetrically from the very first row at ground level within the central area of the stage to the highest and last back seated row at the top of a 10-metre vertical height above the central area of the bright stage.

Seated within each of those seats were all the undergrad students from his cohort, who were young men and women in their early 20’s and were all scrutinising him with their judgemental expressions and ready to dissect and tear apart the research he had presented in front of him. Suddenly he didn’t feel as confident anymore despite being knowledgeable in the subject matter, resulting in his knees starting to knock and his legs turning to jelly, with him having another social anxiety and stuttering panic attack. 

“I……. I…... I” began Anura with the words barely escaping his lips like he had something big lodged deep inside his throat. “H-e-lllll-oooooo ev-e-rrrrrrrr-yyyyyy-ooooooo-n-e……………” he wheezed out again painfully with the words being squeezed out of his larynx like an almost empty bottle of ketchup. The uncontrollable stuttering, wheezing and gasping from his throat had started all over again with his entire body shivering and quivering and his face turned bright red with sweat dripping down his forehead. Even his whole body squirmed and writhed as the sick queasiness spread to his muscles.

“Pathetic, absolutely pathetic!!” sneered Ms Sweetling’s massive frame that was looming from above. “You haven’t overcome it or changed at all!!”   

He really, really hated talking in front of people………

Then in the crowd, he spotted a familiar face.

Golden long blond hair that was tied up in a bun behind her head with two tuffs of golden blond hair locks tucked behind her ears, with ocean blue eyes looking at him with a gentle softness in their eyes. With that caramel-coloured sweater, cute twitching button nose, silver button earrings that glinted in the light and a metal beaded necklace, it couldn’t be anyone else but Charlotte Beeline….

The funniest thing about all of this was that his subconscious’s interpretation of her was that it had even given her a glowing, shining halo just above her head just to signify the fact that she was an angel.

Giving him a lovely, supportive closed smile from within the audience with her supportive, light blue eyes that were filled with interest and encouragement in what he had to say, resulted in making his nerves melt away with him then clearing his throat with a bit more confidence. He had always heard of a technique to reduce stage fright for people who were terrified of speaking in front of big crowds and that technique was to focus on just one person that he really trusted and deliver that speech just to them.

And that person was Charlotte Beeline. At least one person wouldn’t treat him like utter shit and wouldn’t see him as a pathetic loser and then laugh at him.

But when he looked down at his printed sheets that were rustling in his hands, he was shocked and horrified to see that the text had completely changed and it wasn’t his 5000-word report on Microplastics in the Ocean anymore.

It was instead a small, printed paragraph that was detailing the secret that he had told Charlotte.

The secret that he would probably kill himself if the rest of the cohort found out about his secret and how they were involved in this somewhat as well……

“No!!” gasped Anura with horror and him scrunching up the paper in his fist, with tears streaming down his cheeks and then throwing the ball of scrunched-up paper to the side of the stage, where it landed with a series of soft thumps and bouncing a few times. “Holy Fuck, no!!”

The sound of cruel cackling filled his ears as he looked up to see Ms Sweetling jeering at him with her gigantic frame and her black slate-painted fingernails peeking over the top of the thick wooden frame, with her clenching harder into it while the rest of the frame including her colossal green buttoned jacket, white undershirt and perky breasts was leaning further into it, which resulted in causing a series of loud creaks as it buckled under her weight.

“You didn’t think I knew about that pathetic, stupid little lover boy’s stunt that you pulled, huh Anura?” giggled Ms Sweetling. “Confessing to that secret, sweet, lovely blond crush of yours about the secret that was burning deep down inside of you and was just waiting to burst out and share with someone special and then even going out of your way to share it with her and accommodate her!! You must have felt so fucking stupid when you realised how pathetic and desperate it made you look and the lack of difference that it made, huh?”

Tears trickled out of his eyes, with his entire face burning red with embarrassment and shame. “Please stop…...”

“The cohort being involved somewhat in all of this is even funnier as well!!” jeered Ms Sweetling. “I wonder how they would feel if they found out about the embarrassing stunt that you pulled just for Charlotte, huh? Knowing that you had something to do with it?”

“Oh, and I think I will even tell your mummy as well!!” she jeered with an even pearlier white, toothy, mocking grin. “She deserves to know more than anyone else, don’t you think given the fact you roped her into this as well? You never did tell your mummy about Charlotte or what you did, didn’t you Anura?”

“You even told her via fucking texts, rather than face to face, because you’re a socially awkward, shy, snivelling little bitch!!” she snorted with even more cruel cackling. “Those fucking messages are all the proof of the fucking writing on the wall!!” 

“And to top it all off, she didn’t even know that what you had actually told her was even a secret, didn’t she?” snorted Ms Sweetling with an awful, tyrannical giggle. “I wonder how she would react to all of this when I give her all the context and she finds out the truth…….”

This was a fate worse than death. Having his mother find out about the secret that he had told Charlotte as well as Charlotte herself realising that what he had told her was actually a secret and the lengths he had gone to accommodate her, which would be followed by the mockery and humiliation from his university cohort, would probably be a torture worse than death…...

“Fuck you…...” Anura croaked angrily with his blurry eyes reddened with fresh tears that were streaming down his cheeks. “I would rather die………”

Looking at him with a mocking, fake, sympathetic pout, Ms Sweetling sneered and giggled: “That can be arranged, you know? Suit yourself!!” she said mockingly with her shrugging her shoulders. She then snapped her grey-painted forefinger and thumb which then resulted in a thunderous boom that sounded like a thunderclap which resulted in causing Anura to wince and cover his ears. Suddenly a black hole appeared right next to him with it immediately sucking him inside in a single gulp into its cavernous, black abyss with its disk of shining light around its black circumference as he blacked out again………

“Ugh…. What…….” groaned Anura as he found himself sprawled on a soft fleshy surface. Looking around he was shocked to see the familiar brightly coloured walls of his sixth grade classroom that was consisting of furry, fabric covered walls that had a range of different colours including red, blue, green, and white. Dozens of posters that were covering a wide range of subjects including maths, English and science were also plastered all over the walls with the sides of the classroom having shelves and tubs pressed up against it that were filled with equipment such as books, scissors, glue sticks, colouring pencils and texters. Standing up shakingly, he then realised that he could see the blue carpeted floor and the school desks that were arranged in a way that made the students face each other in groups of six through the gaps of some large, yellowish-tanned, curled fleshy structures that were right in front of him.

Peering over the edge of the fleshy, yellowish white, platform, he was horrified to see Ms Sweetling’s desk right below him with her stack of papers on one side, her Dell laptop in the middle, and several books, folders, loose papers and stationery that were scattered all around the sides of her desk. Her black drawers were slightly peeking out, which were revealing more paperwork, files, books and other teaching material with the brown wooden structure of the desk rising up like a set of twin colossal mountains from two rectangular bases that were making contact with the surface of the ground and had a leg space in between separating them. It was like they had been sliced in the middle to give their flat, smooth, rectangular brown surface while an underneath, cavernous space was in between the two structural parts, that connected at the top and resulted in forming a space that was big enough to house the Titanic.  

He had returned back to his sixth grade classroom………….

Hearing a loud humph above him, followed by the fleshy, creased, yellowish tanned platform under him wobbling slightly, Anura looked up and gave an almighty shriek as he saw the face of his sixth grade teacher sneering at him with her East Asian hooded eyes, pearly white toothy smile, triangular rounded nose and cascading black hair over her shoulder. Her head was the size of a blimp to him with her face taking up his entire perceptual vision and most of the sky above him while her fingers curled around him like fleshy cages as he lay trapped helplessly in her warm fist. Realising that his voice was considerably deeper than his high-pitched tween self, Anura realised that while he was the current 23-year-old version of himself, his sixth grade teacher hadn’t aged with him and was still in her youthful, 26-year-old biological form despite the fact that she should be 37 years old.

Out of the corner of his eye at the edge of her hand where it was more exposed and met with the cylindrical curvature of her wrist, he could see the crease line of her massive perky tits ballooning out and puffing out her white undershirt and green lime, buttoned jacket outwards with a thin, silver catholic cross nestled in between them. He shuddered as he did not want to imagine what it would be like to be suffocated to death in case he accidentally slipped inside that hellish titty valley.

“Well, hi Anura, it’s so nice to see how much you have grown!!” giggled Ms Sweetling with her booming voice that rattled Anura’s eardrums due to her close proximity. “Especially in your little birthday suit……...”

Anura gave an almighty shriek as he looked down at his sparsely, furry, exposed chest and exposed crotch and then realised with horror that he was completely naked, except for his cute, little Essendon Bombers socks that were covering his feet.  “Awww, it’s so cute that you’re all naked apart from your little socks!!” sneered Ms Sweetling. “I can see your cute, little dick!”

With horror he realised that his 6.5-inch erect cock had started to become rock hard and started flexing up and down in pleasure to the gigantic presence of Ms Sweetling with his scrotum and testicles dangling like firm, tough, jiggling tofu. And since Ms Sweetling had a full view of his junk, now she could see exactly how aroused he got with him unable to contain it within his pants and underwear anymore.  

“OOOOOO what do we have here!!” cooed Ms Sweetling mockingly with her reaching towards the doll-sized Anura that was sprawled helplessly within her palm with the slate grey painted fingernails of her other hand, with her forefinger and thumb pinched like a crab claw menacingly. “I think your cute little dick is very excited to see me…….”

“NOOOOO PLEASE STOP!!!” screamed Anura with tears in his eyes as Ms Sweetling casually flicked him onto his back with a single flick of her mighty forefinger, resulting in deep grunts and wheezing from Anura as he hit the soft creasy flesh of her palm with rough force and his legs sprawled wide open. This resulted in exposing his throbbing, erect cock and swollen balls right in front of Ms Sweetling’s prying fingers………...

Anura gave a painful squeal and croak as he felt the fingertip of Ms Sweetling’s grey-painted forefinger and thumb gently clasp around his itty-bitty little cock with the cuticles and nail plates of her finger and thumb being so large that just the glistening distal edge covered his entire dick and testicles and the surface area of her grey painted cuticles and nail plates being larger than his entire head. Anura winced as he felt Ms Sweetling’s plushy fingerprints of her fleshy pads, that had a little bit of sweat and grime adhered on them, sink into his reddish brown foreskin and cock shaft and then started sliding them up and down in a steady, rhythmic motion. A searing, throbbing, tingling feeling flooded Anura’s entire cock shaft initially which then started to follow him along his cock wherever her gigantic fleshy fingerprints stroked him up and down intrusively and made contact with the specific surface area of his cock shaft that Ms Sweetling’s massive digits were pressing down on top of while she continued her forced hand job. Then he felt the tip of her pinkie finger snake up underneath his legs and gently start stroking his furry scrotum and testicle sacs much to his utter horror as he felt Ms Sweetling begin to molest him.

“I am claiming this cute, little, boy thingy as mine……….” she cruelly giggled with her mocking laughter ringing in his ears.

Pain and pleasure flooded Anura’s entire mind and body as he felt a sharp, hot, pleasurable tingling feeling in between his legs while his brain was horrified by the fact that he was being violated against his will in the most horrific way possible which resulted in nervous spasms shooting out throughout his whole body and his body bucking up and down uncontrollably while he kicked his socked feet and legs in a wild fight for freedom.

“Please stop!! Please Stop!! I beg you!! Help!! Help!! Someone Help!!” sobbed Anura with tears streaming down his cheeks with him continuing to scream and scream uncontrollably as he felt a hot, flustered sensation wash all over him with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and his heart racing. He could feel hot, sticky, white translucent pre-cum leaking and oozing out of the tip of his pink exposed cock slit like a slowly erupting volcano, which then stickily trickled down his foreskin and then down his shaft with her tickling under his scrotum at the same time as Ms Sweetling continued molesting him with her gigantic fingers. “NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! NO!!! Please………” he wheezed and croaked in between breaths with painful betraying cries of pleasure as the warmth and tingling in his groin reached a tantalising crescendo……...

“Oh, here it cums!!” laughed Ms Sweetling heartily with her giggling at her pun……...

“NGGGGHHHHH!!!” cried Anura with tears streaming down his cheeks as a jet of semen erupted from the pink exposed penis slit of his erect cock like a violent volcano lava eruption with it then splattering all over his cock shaft as hot, sticky, white jizz while strings of it covered the massive grey painted cuticles and nail plates of Ms Sweetling’s forefinger and thumb with the jizz adding a grotesque pattern and mix of colour to her slate grey nail polish. Hot pleasurable tingling continued writhing throughout his entire groin which resulted in him croaking: “AAAAAHHHHHHHHH…………” softly as a whisper while thick droplets of cum oozed out of his cock with his body betraying him by the cruel molestation committed by his sixth grade teacher on her former, now aged-up student.  

As a young man, he had always been taught and been under the impression that while molestation could happen to younger boys and women and girls were mostly the victims of molestation, the perpetrators would almost always be men. Never in his wildest dreams could society and part of himself for that matter imagine that a woman could commit full blown sexual assault, rape and molestation on another man, especially an adult man who had sexually matured and was all grown up…….

How can a man tell the fact that he was raped by a woman?

Especially when the common response was that he must be a lucky guy and must have enjoyed it……

As Anura lay softly crying to himself with him curled up in a ball having experienced the most humiliating and worst thing in his entire life with his entire sense of masculinity damaged while remnants of cum oozed off his throbbing, half erect cock onto the fleshy, creased surface of Ms Sweetling’s palm, Ms Sweetling casually removed her massive fingers and thumb off Anura’s violated genitals calmly and then stuck them absentmindedly and began sucking on them loudly much to Anura’s disgust. Sucking off all of Anura’s sticky white cum off her grey-painted fingernails and fingertips with a sick smirk plastered across her face she then gurgled the fluid in her mouth before swallowing it with a big gulp and then smiling at him again with a sick pearly white toothy smile.

“You taste pretty good, actually!! Yum!!” chimed Ms Sweetling and then smiled even wider upon seeing the sticky white cum still uncontrollably leaking from the tip of Anura’s dick and then stickily trickling down his brown cock shaft while he wept bitterly to himself in utter humiliation. “Boy I really made your cute little dick very happy, didn’t I?” she snorted with devilish laughter.  “Made you squirt, didn’t I? Squirt!! Squirt!!” she giggled while she pinched her grey-painted forefinger and thumb together like a crab right in front of his tiny face in sadistic mockery and then squishing a microscopic blob of Anura’s sticky, whitish, translucent cum in between the pads of her massive plushy fingertips……….

“Now……” she whispered drunk with absolute power while Anura looked over her massive, curled fingertips towards the edge of her palm where he was residing on and then gasped as he saw a frilled, black hemmed skirt that was connected to her white undershirt and green lime, buttoned, jacketed torso while two twin massive, fleshy, yellowish tanned, bare exposed legs came out from the mouth of the skirt and were snaking their way underneath the cavernous middle space of her desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he then saw Ms Sweetling casually press the tip of her brown ballet flat against the heel of her other brown ballet flat which resulted in allowing her smooth barefoot to slip out gracefully from the clasp of her brown ballet flat and then casually kick away her brown ballet flat to the side inside wall of the cavernous desk space. As she wriggled her mighty, slate grey painted meaty toes a few times to air them out that were moist and reddened with sweat and the nail polish on her toes twinkling at him from down below, she then flexed her mighty bare foot at the ankle to ease the tension in her foot and then moaned: “Now the real fun begins……….”

Looking back behind him, Anura gave an almighty shriek as Ms Sweetling’s forefinger and thumb of her other hand rapidly approached him in a crab-pinching motion with them then casually pinching him around his torso and then lifting him into the air. He could still feel the sticky remnants of his squeezed-out cum that had been molested out of him by these very same massive digits holding him were still smeared all over her massive fingertips and resulted in sticking to his bare fuzzy chest as a sticky gooey crust while they squeezed around his tiny helpless body, which resulted in making him feel sick with disgust and horror at the monstrous irony of the very same massive digits that had molested him now having control over the life of his entire puny little body while being suspended by them in the air quite literally.  The organs inside him sloshed and jostled around inside his body, which resulted in making him feel queasy as Ms Sweetling slowly lowered him down towards the exposed, sweaty, moist, grimy, fuzzy insole of her worn out, old brown ballet flat that had been casually discarded halfway under the underside cavernous desk space where her massive, moist, reddened, slate grey-painted toes were casually gripping the solid base heel of the flat.

With a sharp squeal, she then plopped Anura right onto the grey, fuzzy, sweat-soaked insole of her brown ballet flat with a wet squelch. Immediately Anura’s nose was assaulted with the stench of rotten cheese, salty vinegar, corn chips and muggy foot sweat which unfortunately resulted in his molested, floppy bruised dick that had been mercilessly squeezed in between Ms Sweetling’s fingers starting to perk up again with happiness subconsciously. As he peered further inside the musky, sockless, slip-on shoe that curved inwards in a rounded, spherical, curved tipped end where the light dimmed underneath the front, overhead, vamp covering section, he then saw with horror that the side fabric of the brownish grey inner walls and inside smooth lining of the flat was smothered in a grubby layer of foot lint, with microscopic chunks of old toe grime and toe jam that dripped down from the inner vamp ceiling of the shoe. It was disgustingly caked with the build-up of old toe grime and toe jam over the hundreds of times Ms Sweetling had pressed her hot, sweaty, moist bare toes snuggly right up against the inner vamp ceiling when slipping her brown ballet flats on. Worst of all he could see the imprint of her sweaty, moist, bare sole that had permanently pressed into the fuzzy insole as a grungy, black bare footprint with the tips of her toes forming a grubby toeprint against the rounded tip of the brown ballet flat. In the central area of the fuzzy insole, Anura could see the faint half-faded lettering of the words ‘Hush Puppies’.

Then he heard a cruel snort of devilish laughter behind him, which resulted in causing him to spin his head around and then gasp in horror at the sight of Ms Sweetling’s gigantic, wiggling, slate grey painted, sweaty, reddened meaty toes that were twice the size of his entire body and wiggling and flexing menacingly like fleshy monstrous worms over the heel inner, plasticky barrier of her brown ballet flat. Her immediate massive toes were connected to her jumbo jet sized bare foot, which then connected to a yellowish tanned leg that soared way above him like the Empire State Building, until it connected and went up into the massive frilled hem of her black skirt that looked like a colossal umbrella. The sheer presence and expanse of her perky tits, white undershirt and lime green, buttoned jacket were so gargantuan Anura felt like he was looking at a thunderstorm cloud, while her massive head was so far above him that he had to actually squint to see her finer facial features like he was looking at the moon. Never before had he felt so small and helpless.

Then her booming voice uttered: “Sorry for the odours Anura!!” with her then smirking, giggling and then added: “Although let’s be honest, your cute, little dick probably loves it!! Nice and ripe!! Seven years of wear and tear from all my days back at campus!! Really embedded my scent into them!!”

As soon as she said these words, a big, juicy, fresh bead of foot sweat rolled from right in between the crevice of her big toe and second toe and then landed with a wet plop right on the grimy, fuzzy insole of her brown ballet flat, with the slate grey nail polish of her cuticles twinkling and glinting at him. This caused his cock to further harden with the remnants of fresh pre-cum starting to ooze out of the tip of his steadily rising, erect cock. 

Further snickering, Ms Sweetling then ordered with a purely authoritarian tone in her voice: “Alright Anura, I want you to have a nice, little wank and then bust out a nice, little, sticky white load anywhere within my shoe, only to the smell of my feet and while looking at either my toes or the grubby insides of my favourite brown ballet flats!!”. Her booming voice made Anura’s eyes water and tear up with embarrassment as now she was forcing him to ejaculate against his will which was the ultimate form of control, to have power over a person’s very arousal. “Now do it or I will fucking squish you like a fucking bug!!” her voice yelled terrifyingly with her bending her big toe at the joint and cracking it at the same time, resulting in a crackle that sounded like sparks of fire and burning embers and the slate grey painted cuticle and nail plate of her big toe glinting menacingly at him when it flashed right in front of his eyesight. She had now enforced her authority and complete domination over him, even down to his very arousal.

Completely humiliated and utterly helpless with tears in his eyes, Anura clasped his warm fist around the shaft of his brown cock and then began to stroke it up and down with him feeling a hot, burning pleasant, tingling sensation in his genitals with more pre-cum oozing slowly out of the tip of the reddish pink slit of his exposed cock. The pre-cum and tingling sensation grew when he took a deep breath from his sixth grade teacher’s pungent feet while he could hear the cruel giggling and snickering from Ms Sweetling coming from above.

“Oh, stop with all the fucking bullshitting about you hating it!” sneered Ms Sweetling. “I know deep down, you really are enjoying every single little bit of this!! Every day when you were in high school and as soon as you got home, you used to jump straight onto your laptop and surf that erotic size fetish story site Giantessworld and then have a nice little wank to the foot fetish, foot worship or crushing fetish stories on there!! You feel right at home with those people that are just as fucked up as you, don’t you?.............”

All Anura could do was grunt quietly to himself and continue to pump his meat inside her colossal, rank, brown ballet flat.

“Rub your itsy-bitsy little cock against the fuzzy insole and the inner plasticky walls of my shoe……...” Ms sweetling uttered throatily. “Come on Anura, you know you want to………”

Feeling the build-up of unintentional drool inside his mouth, Anura rubbed his swollen dick against the grubby, inner plasticky walls with him finally fully giving in to his urges and resulting in smearing his white, shiny, translucent pre-cum all over the walls of the brown ballet flat and getting crusty flakes of her foot grime plastered on the brown shaft and foreskin of his dick. He then proceeded to collapse onto his hands and knees and start humping the fuzzy, sweaty insole of her brown ballet flat like a wild animal in rapid heat, resulting in getting his dick saturated in her salty, vinegary foot sweat and bits of her fuzzy, foot lint and grime. As he continued thrusting his hips into the sweat-soaked insole and smearing it in his streaks of white, translucent, pre-cum, he could hear the hysterical, cruel, mocking laughter coming from Ms Sweetling above at her former matured student’s older mind and the perverted insanity he had let himself be controlled by with her thrilled by the fact that she had finally broken his spirit and mind.

“Oh Anura………” she cooed gently with a sickly-sweet tone in her voice. This caused Anura to snap out of his trance of mindlessly fucking her insole temporarily and then rise up to his socked feet and look behind to see Ms Sweetling had parted her big and second toes apart, which resulted in revealing the hidden jewels inside the crevice in between her big toe and second toe. Her big toe and second toe were resting on top of the plasticky heel base which resulted in sinking it into a contorted half shape under their weight. The inner skin of her toes facing into the crevice was smothered in a fresh, buttery layer of glistening foot sweat with big meaty chunks of toe jam, fuzzy lint, bits of dirt and grime peppering the surface area like encrusted crystals inside an underground mining cave, while the edge of her slate grey painted cuticles and nail plates lined the tops of her toes towards the outer entrance like an obsidian passageway. And smeared all over the rounded tip of her yellowish tanned toe crevice right in between her big toe was the biggest meatiest chunk of greyish black fuzzy toe jam that Anura had ever seen in his entire life with it squelching and simmering with fresh foot juices from Ms Sweetling, which was one where he could fully sink his horny dick inside its warm, soft, moist, squishy embrace.

“Ngggghh…….” Anura drooled hornily; while staring at it hungrily and his excited dick going rock hard and flexing itself with pure joy with it oozing pre-cum out of its reddish pink exposed penis slit and all his common sense and reasoning being thrown out the window and instead replaced with a burning, hungry, horny desire for his perverted foot fetish and giantess fetish desires that needed to be fulfilled……….

“I have a special treat for you!!” sang Ms Sweetling in a sickly sweet, mocking, soothing voice. “Stick your itsy-bitsy little cock in there while it's juicy, moist and fresh!! Mmmmmmm……Yum! Yum! Nice, toasty and hot!! Yummy!! Just how you like it…….”

Her words caused Anura to start slowly trudging straight towards it gingerly, with him clutching his swollen erect cock in his hand and causing her to throatily whisper out in a seductive whisper: “That’s a good boy………. You’re my good boy…………”

As Anura slowly trudged in between Ms Sweetling’s big toe and second toe, she then slowly closed them around him like a smelly meaty trap, resulting in a soft squishing sound and caking him in her sticky foot juices. His nasal and oral passageways were completely inundated by the salty vinegary sweat and rotten cheese wafting from her pungent toes surrounding him, resulting in his dick hardening even further and even resulting in him puking onto the microscopic, sweat-soaked, grey, soft fabric and fuzzy area of her insole in disgust at the vile odour assaulting his senses, with a puddle of yellowish green puke forming and droplets of it splattering on the inner skin of her toes on either side of him like gargantuan fleshy, yellowed tanned, pungent walls. The inner skin of her toes that were coated in their sticky, buttery layer of foot sweat then began sliding him in between as they made direct contact on the sides of his body and squeezing around him like a piece of meat right towards the gigantic blob of toe jam right in the rounded central tip of her toe crevice in between her big toe and second toe and resulting in coating his entire body with blobs and grimy layers of toe grime and assorted dirt. This also included his excited dick, which continued oozing pre-cum out of his reddish pink, exposed cock tip in pleasure due to Ms Sweetling’s toe secretions saturating it. The squeezing of her toes on his fragile little body wasn’t very gentle, however, and resulted in leaving some large purplish bruises along his ribs and streaks of his own blood trailing the inner skin of her toes as he slid further along them. His dick was so hard right now he could feel his scrotum and testicle sacs even hurting now with him getting a painful tingling sensation of blue balls after being so aroused for such a long period of time……….

When he was pushed into the massive ball of greyish, fuzzy toe jam that was nestled right in the middle of the crevice in between her big toe and second toe, his entire body was swallowed right up to his chest area with his head and shoulders just peeking out in the massive meaty sludge, which resulted in his entire body being marinated in her foot juices. Droplets of foot sweat trickled down from the 2m high, inner, fleshy, toe crevice skin wall cliff faces above him from the surface of her yellowish tanned toes and the slate grey painted cuticles and nail plates like showers of rain, resulting in him being absolutely soaked in the sticky liquid as more droplets were shaken loose due to the twitching and slight wiggling of her massive meaty toes as they squeezed Anura harder and harder. As they continued to squeeze and squeeze, Anura could feel the grimy, grooved toeprint lines starting to cut into his skin as they dug into the sides of his body, resulting in trickles of blood pooling at his socked feet while several fresh, new, purplish bruises popped up as he continued to be smothered in her foot grime and juices.

But his dick was in absolute heaven now and he didn’t even need to stroke it anymore, with the hugging embrace of Ms Sweetling’s massive putrid toes doing all the work for him. The soft lukewarm, moist, jelly encasing his very happy and satisfied dick resulted in his cock being harder than a steel blade, with it pulsating and throbbing harder and harder as Ms Sweetling’s massive toes continued to squeeze around her tiny, former, now older student. It was so hard right now that Anura’s dick was being pressed right inside the deepest, mustiest, fold of rank flesh in the central rounded tip of her toe crevice in between her big toe and second toe with it pressing around his dick like a clamshell so hard it was a miracle it wasn’t snapped off like a twig and wine pressed into liquefied red meat and freshly squeezed out cum. As the pleasure reached the maximum, tantalising crescendo, Anura knew he was almost there…………

“Oh, Fuck Yeah!!! Fuck!!! NGHHHHHH!!!!!” Anura cried out in pure horny ecstasy.

A torrent of creamy white jizz erupted from the tip of his pink, exposed cock slit as a pure hot, tingling feeling flooded his entire groin. With nowhere else to go, it became absorbed into the massive greyish blob of Ms Sweetling’s toe jam with cum leaking out of the peppered holes of the soft ball of toe jam like whipped cream, resulting in making it look like a grotesque, greyish brown, chocolate sundae. Strings of cum were also projected further around the bare rounded tip of her toe crevice all around him in between her big toe and second toe that was resting up against the back of the toe jam ball, with his cum sticking to the grooved toe print lines like silly string and sticky white blobs. Anura continued breathing heavily with his own sweat dripping down his forehead and his face flustered red as he emptied his balls in pure bliss like he had never done before, it was a moment that felt like a small eternity... a wonderful eternity……...

Finally, when he had finished busting a nut and filled Ms Sweetling's toe crevice in between her big toe and second toe with his fresh, hot seed, he then collapsed onto the ground on his knees while his lower body was still encased within Ms Sweetling’s wad of moist, pungent, toe jam which now had his own additional ingredient with himself now in pure exhaustion and panting heavily and hornily, with his drooling tongue hanging out of his mouth.

He then heard Ms Sweetling’s booming sickly sweet voice mockingly sneer and coo at him down below: “I see you happy down there!!! Good boy!! My smelly, little, rank toes really made your cute little peepee squirt, didn’t they? Squirt! Squirt!!” Then she added in a disturbing throaty whisper that reached his ears: “That’s a good boy……. You’re my good boy……...”

“Alrighty then!” chimed Ms Sweetling with sudden perkiness in her voice and then releasing the clench of her toes and shuffling them sideways and upwards which resulted in allowing Anura’s tiny body to slide out of the central mass of Ms Sweetling’s gigantic mass of greyish black toe jam and now had the additional ingredient of his freshly deposited jizz and resulting in him falling onto his bare ass on the sweat-soaked, fuzzy insole. His entire body was smeared in chunks of greyish moist, soft, jelly-like, toe jam that had adhered to his skin while the rest of the mass still remained wedged in between her big toe and second toe in the deepest part of her toe crevice. Looking up nervously, he then saw the surrounding 2.5m high side walls of the curved heel base of her brown ballet flat, which consisted of a plasticky outer exterior and a light caramel coloured, fabric lined, interior wall while the heel base of the side wall had sunk halfway inwards under the mass of her ball of her naked foot and moist sole.

Her massive colossal toes, which were the size of an 18-wheeler truck and four times the size of his entire body, were hovering less than a metre above his head, while he lay sprawled close to the side wall and back heel wall of her brown ballet flat. His entire perceptual vision was filled up by five, meaty, yellow-tanned digits that stretched for 50 metres in both directions on each side of him with them then wiggling and squirming with glee, resulting in fresh droplets of foot sweat, which were saturated in foot grime particles and lint, showering him and drenching him annoy as they plopped onto his pathetic puny body while sparkles and twinkles of light reflected off her slate grey painted toe cuticles and nail plates right into his eyes as they flexed in front of his face. Under the moist, reddened, yellowish tanned, vast expanse of her wrinkled pruned sole was the grinning face of Ms Sweetling in the gap in between her toes, that was so far above him it was like a twinkling star in the night sky where he could barely make out her facial features.

“Are you ready for our final game Anura!!” she giggled cruelly.

Whimpering helplessly, Anura painstakingly nodded yes, with him terrified by the prospect of even worse possibilities that she could have in store for him.

Grinning even wider, she then uttered: “I’m going to count to ten Anura and then you have to cum and drop another nice little fresh load on my fuzzy, sweat-soaked, insole!!” she snickered. “And if you don’t……...”

 With horror, Anura realised that Ms Sweetling was slowly lowering the gargantuan fleshy toepads of her big toe and second toe closer and closer on top of his body, with their grimy, grooved toeprints becoming finer and finer in detail as they got closer and closer to him.  

“NO MISS!!” cried Anura with tears streaming down his cheeks as he frantically started stroking his pent-up, floppy, exhausted dick in a desperate wild panic, which was now completely tired and dried up of semen, resulting in him being unable to get another boner. He knew this since the hot, pleasant, tingling sensation had disappeared and had now been replaced with the cold, sharp stabbing feeling in his cock shaft and the prickling feeling in his scrotum and testicle sacs, which was a strong indicator that it was too tied to be aroused. “I just fucking cummed!!”

“That’s why it makes it so much better!!” chuckled Ms sweetling as she lowered her meaty digits even closer to Anura, which was so close now he could reach out and touch her grimy toeprints while the pungent odour coming from her feet was so strong that it was tainting his every breath. “I want to know just how strong your arousal is, given the fact that you used to secretly check out my feet out of the corners of your eyes every time I slipped out of my flats to air my feet out and walked around the classroom barefoot whenever you were in my class!! Don’t think I didn’t notice!! You dirty, little, foot fetish cunt!! Let’s see just how strong you cop a boner when my pretty little toes are threatening to smoosh you!!” 

“Harder!!” she ordered threateningly while Anura frantically jerked off his floppy, exhausted dick pathetically as she continued lowering them millimetre by millimetre. “Faster!!”

“Awwwwww, you’re not doing it well enough!!” she laughed cruelly. “Not fast enough!! Shall I crush you? Shall I? Awww, are you only getting a cute, little boner now!! Too late!! Goodbye little Anura I’m going to squish you into toe jam!!” she sang in her mocking sing-song voice.

“OH GOSH, NO MISS, PLEASE!!!” Anura sobbed with tears streaming down his cheeks and completely heartbroken as Ms Sweetling’s massive meaty toes began to descend. He couldn’t believe the irony of the situation, that the nicest, sweetest teacher he had ever had in real life was being so cruel inside his mind and was going to kill him like this in his nightmare.

“Oh, I can’t wait!!” sneered Ms Sweetling. “You’re going to squish in between my toes, all your guts and intestines squirting out like a grape!! PFFFFFTTT!!” with her blowing a slobbery raspberry with the tip of her tongue and flecks of spit flying everywhere and then adding something that made his blood run cold with naked fear: “I wonder what sound you will make after I hear you stop screaming!!”

 Time seemed to slow down for Anura as Ms Sweetling’s disgusting grimy toepads came down slowly with them filling up more and more of his perceptual view and the grotesque details of her grime lines in between her grooved toeprints becoming clearer and clearer in detail with droplets of salty foot sweat dripping all over his body from her moist, reddened, pungent sole.

Ms Sweetling’s clammy, sweaty, reddened, moist skin of her toeprints then smothered almost his entire body under her the toeprints of her big toe and second toe, which were equally distributed on both sides of his body symmetrically down the middle. His body was flattened under the relentless, crushing pressure which was doing the horrible job of flattening him under a steamroller, which was gradually increasing by the millisecond. As the pressure increased, he could feel himself finally getting a boner ironically with his dick perking up and pressing up against the fleshy underside of her toepads in response to his violent crushing fetish fantasy dream finally coming true. Pain wracked everywhere all over his body, with his bones beginning to creak and groan as he felt the flesh and blood being compressed but his dick was in pure ecstasy and pleasure as it rubbed hungrily harder and harder against the grooved grime lines of her fleshy toeprints in response to the increasing hugging pillowy embrace, with the smothering, pain and crushing pressure only increasing his arousal. Pre-cum also started leaking out of the top of his reddened, pink cock slit and then smeared all over the clammy, yellowish white, moist, reddened skin while his scrotum and testicles throbbed.  

Bones began to snap like twigs as Ms Sweetling continued smothering him bit by bit under her massive sweaty toes with her increasing the pressure and distributing her body weight bit by bit. New fissures and bloody gashes tore throughout his body with it adding to the bloody print smeared all over her fleshy toepads, while the several crunches and snaps between her toepads were the most delightful to her, almost like a new foot massage. Blood began moisturising her toepads and as she pressed down a little harder, his struggles got a bit better!!   A pearly grinned Ms Sweetling then continued pressing down harder and harder slowly, with her enjoying the pathetic struggling of the perverted little cunt while also feeling his micro-sized dick tickling her skin.

He could just barely hear Ms Sweetling’s muffled, taunting cruel laughter with his gigantic, former sixth grade teacher clearly enjoying herself as she continued pressing down bit by bit on her tiny former student with a secret fetish under her immense unwashed ped with her crushing him ever so slowly and painfully.

As Ms Sweetling allowed her full body weight to press down on her tiny former, now older student by leaning onto the ball of her bare foot, Anura’s puny body just couldn’t take it anymore. An excruciating pain ripped through his entire body with him feeling like his entire torso was quickly collapsing in on itself and excruciating sharp pain in his torso that he had never felt before, followed by horrible, horrendous pain in his head and his thoughts beginning to get rather foggy. The last sensation he felt before he blacked out was his organs being forced upwards through his mouth which was then followed by a massive, sharp, stabbing, tingling pain through his testicles and cock, where his ball sac exploded into a flurry of cum, blood, scrotum skin, soft testicle ball meat and stringy testicular tract gut while he experienced the best orgasm, he had ever had in his entire life just before passing out with him cumming one last time before he died………

Meanwhile from above, Ms Sweetling gasped as she felt her tiny former student’s body explode under her meaty digits, with the slate grey-painted cuticles of her big toe and second toe getting sprayed with droplets and streaks of blood while his guts, intestines, muscles, tendons, scraps of brown skin, bone fragments and bone shards were mashed into a thick paste, which then squelched in between her toes and mixed in with her toe jam. Wiggling her toes which were sticky with blood and guts, she then looked down and grinned upon feeling a tiny, intact, rock-hard, severed dick wedged right in between one of the grime lines of her big toepad.

She really did squish him, quite literally, into her toe jam after all………