Johnny stood, too afraid to make a move towards helping his friend.

"Now, this is how I frequently find myself having a good time." Eliza said, stopping to grunt as she forced her right bare foot out of its shoe. The cool air already working wonders as she flexed her hot foot around, wiggling the toes to get as much exposure to the cool air as possible.

"Or, at least as often as I can, it does have its limits." She concluded after sighing in comfort, and setting to work on her second shoe. The ritual repeated, with her left foot popping out of its confines, and welcoming the cooler, outside air.

Eliza kicked both of her shoes aside, the left one still dripping as it landed on its side. Her soles stuck to the hardwood floor thanks to her perspiration. Though she paid it no mind, it was having quite a different effect on Johnny, who had gone lightheaded from the sudden rise in humidity and overpowering scent.

"For one, I can only do it to men. Don't know why, just can't force it to work on any women." Eliza casually explained as she moved her right foot over Shawn, and gently pressed down, ensuring she could still see his face between her shiny, black painted toenails.

Johnny still stood, watching in terror as Shawn finally seemed to stir into coherency. He wanted desperately to warn his friend of the dangerous place he found himself. He wanted to break free of his paralyzing fear and drag his friend out of there. He wanted his remaining friend to survive.

"Wha-What the HELL is going on?!" Shawn shouted in worry as he pieced together his current situation the instant he woke up.

A quick twist of Eliza's foot brought forth an ear-splitting shriek of pain, alongside a series of quick, almost simultaneous crunches. She stared Johnny in the eye as she did it, trying to hold a straight face, though it did falter momentarily as Shawn's screams broke down into sobs.

Johnny turned his face down, no longer able to look at Eliza.

"Also seems like I can't do it all the time. Did some experimenting here and there, and it seems like it runs on some kinda internal clock, at least a month between them, though I have been able to shrink more than one guy if I go more than a month without using it." Eliza explained casually, firmly clasping and releasing Shawn's head between her still-cooling toes.

"So, I had to decide to use it only when needed. Your pathetic display in class today just confirmed what I've been considering for a very, very long time Johnny." She venomously added, putting more pressure onto her foot, renewing Shawn's struggles.

Shawn found it hard to breathe through lungs he believed were punctured, and found it hard to remain coherent over the intense pain wracking his body. Still though, one word she said had clicked in his mind. He turned his head slightly to the side, and with all his might, started to scream.

"JOHNNY?!" He managed to get out, stopping to cough after just that. "H-HELP!" was all he could manage before he could feel blood begin to rise in his throat, choking him.

Eliza smiled a wicked smile. Already thoughts of how to prolong his suffering for her pleasure, minute as it was, were playing in her mind.

"Well, John-boy? You going to rescue him?" She smiled, licking her lips and shaking her toes. "I'll let you try."

With that, Eliza spread the big and second toe of her powerful foot, revealing which parts of Shawn weren't trapped underneath her. Holding them apart gave her a great deal more air than she had received earlier, and she relished the feeling.

"Cool air and a struggling bug, what more could my feet ask for?" Eliza taunted.

Johnny was conflicted. He wanted nothing more than to save his friend. At the same time, the hopelessness in him told him it was a wasted effort. It was also an order from Eliza, who could do terrible things to him if he didn't comply. Then again it was probably just a trap, to lure him into somewhere far more dangerous.

"The clock is TICKING." Eliza said, putting a great deal of pressure onto Shawn's likely ruined lower body. Another series of sickening crunches occurred, and Eliza's pink soles turned white with the pressure on the floor.

Not knowing where his strength came from, Johnny broke into a run towards her big and second toe, where he found Shawn, clearly in a great deal of pain. The air between her toes was still thick, and her scent was everywhere, slowly beginning to affect his mind.

Shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts, Johnny bent over and grabbed Shawn beneath the shoulders, trying to pull him up from the foot that was his entire world at the moment. His back hurt with the effort, and Shawn's tortured screams of pain escalated, but he wasn't able to move Shawn.

Grunting, and trying once more, Johnny pulled back as hard as he could, but lost his balance and fell onto his own back.

"Ugh, you're so pathetic. Can't even save your own friend. You parasites sicken me." Eliza said, her voice tinged with anger as she closed her toes, and turned her foot, slightly. "Mites like you are absolutely worthless even when my, or should I say, human-sized." She laughed. "You especially John-boy, you were never MY size were you. I'm cresting six feet, as a healthy adult woman, and you were still languishing in the lower five foot range. You were a mite then, you're just more of one now. "Eliza brutally said, pressing her big toe gently into Johnny, and enjoying his fading struggles for freedom.

"I may have worst things planned for you Johnny, but I'm tempted to let you breathe your last under my toe. All day long in my shoes without socks, I'd imagine it's not too pleasant, and making it be your final breath is an all too tempting deal." Eliza threatened as she lifted her big toe off of him and turned her foot so he was back in-between the big and second toe.

Finally free of her overwhelming presence, Johnny rolled and got on one knee before inhaling deeply, trying to catch his breath. He tried his best to forget that the oxygen all around him smelled Eliza, as if he were inhaling her into his very soul. He tried to ignore the fact that his friend had just been doomed. It took a minute, but he finally managed to stumble backwards out of the gap, where he could resume catching his breath without being in such a precarious position.

"Now, as punishment for continuing to..." Eliza paused, not sure which words to use to sum up her disgust.

"Exist." She finally settled on. "Say goodbye."

Her foot separated from the ground with a sticky, moist sound, and lifted a few inches into the air. Shawn's body was still attached, and he seemed to be going into convulsions as Eliza kicked her foot lightly to try and separate his body from her sole.

Johnny sat, hugging his knees to his chest, too afraid to watch.

Frustration mounting, Eliza waved her foot more forcefully to no avail. He was stuck good, and she didn't want to bend over to peel him off just to step on him right after. She stomped her free foot, and kicked harder. The tiny bodies upper torso bobbed around uselessly, slapping her sole, but still refused to break free.

"FUCK!" Eliza shouted as her frustration reached a boiling point and she slammed the foot with Shawn trapped into the floor. Though he met the ground at a bad angle, his body practically liquefied beneath her foots power.

The cracking signaling his friends demise was thankfully muffled with how hard she had slammed the foot into the ground. He had been holding back the entire time, but the sound was enough to send Johnny over the edge. For the first time since his whole ordeal began, he wept. He wished he had a moment to himself to grieve, but it wasn't to be as Eliza's bloodied foot slapped down next to him.

"Now, what do you say?" She asked impatiently.

"Th-Thank you for not killing me Goddess Eliza!" Johnny managed to say before breaking down into sobs.

"Thanking me for killing your friend. The power I hold over you is beyond anything you've ever experienced." Eliza said with a cruel smile. "I know you didn't want to say that, but you did it anyway, out of a fear of me. A fear well-founded, I might say." She hinted.

Johnny tried to ignore her words, but she was talking about his fate, so he listened, terrified as he was.

"So let me finish explaining." Eliza said as she pressed her clean, hot foot into Johnny, rolling him around with her sole as she spoke. "So, I've considered doing this since we were both just kids, but after moving I figured I'd never see you again, and garbage like you wouldn't soil the tapestry that is my life any longer."

"I was wrong." She said, after a pause. "But I tolerated you, as long as you kept your distance I'd save my shrinking ability for ex-boyfriends, and the like. To think, you pissed me off enough since this morning to do what I'm going to do to you."

Johnny clawed at the soft, yielding foot smothering him, but was unable to get any sort of purchase on the smooth skin. He was deathly afraid of what Eliza was hinting towards, and wanted nothing more than to avoid it.

"Course, no one could ever know I'm this way. People have a problem viewing bugs like you as less than human, so I had to keep up a facade. But no more, as I'm going to dispose of you once and for all..." Eliza trailed off. "John-boy." She added with finality.

Beneath her sole, still being rolled around, Johnny was hysterical. The plush flesh all around him only gave into his struggles, still refusing to give him any sort of purchase.

"There's a second part to my powers you know, one that's got a... considerably longer timer. I've only used it twice before, and this will be my third time." Eliza taunted excitedly, rolling Johnny about more forcefully, and feeling a minuscule pop beneath her flesh.

Johnny tried to open his mouth, and let his pain be known, but as if by reflex, Eliza's foot pressed more firmly onto his upper body, forcing his mouth full of her foot's flesh.

"It's kinda weird, but, I can also turn people into things. Only done it twice before, turned a guy who broke into our house into a pillow, as I just wanted to get back to sleep once the house was safe again, and used him. As long as I slept on that pillow, I could sense he was still alive. Not being able to move, but still fully conscious, and experiencing anything that happened to him." Eliza explained, smiling happily as she told the story. "I eventually got tired of giving a thieving bug like him a free place to stay, so I burned the pillow one day, and could just sense all of the pain he was going through. It was..." she trailed off.

"It was amazing." She finished, rubbing her hand down her leg as she did. "Tried it once more on a random substitute teacher one day, just to make sure I could still do it. Sure enough, it worked, and I found myself with a new pencil, another odd choice, but I just wanted to see if it had any limits. I broke the pencil, and his spirit by association, and got the same, irreplaceable rush of power I get when I rid the world of its parasites.

Johnny now knew exactly where the conversation was going, and redoubled his efforts, which were only rewarded by another strong squeeze from the foot surrounding him, and he felt an arm break with her newest show of power.

"Course, it wasn't nearly as good as when I set the pillow on fire. I have a theory for this, and it's because I didn't allow him to suffer as much. So I told myself, the next one would need to last longer, and be something I'd wear, so I could have a constant connection to, and be the source of his torture. That way, when I finally got rid of him once and for all, the knowledge that I made the most pathetic examples of humanity suffer for some cheap thrills on my end, would be more satisfying than well, anything. Understand, John-boy?" Eliza asked, finally moving her foot away so she could smile toothily down.

Johnny was more focused on nursing his broken bones than responding, but couldn't believe what he had heard. He had always thought they were the best of friends growing up, and to know that she was willing to do something like this. It was enough to drive the man mad.

"WHY?! WHY ME?! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING" Johnny screamed at Eliza hysterically.

Toothy grin turned into a frown, as Eliza positioned her big toe over Johnny's legs and bore down without any resistance. His legs turned to mush beneath her toe, and she enjoyed his screams for a moment before giving him his answer.

"An insole to my shoe. That's what you'll be. And I already answered your question, your very existence is what offends me. If not for the fact that your knowledge of the years and years of psychological, and physical torture that await you would make this better for me, I wouldn't have even shared this much. Everything I've done for you, has only been for me. Now, before you die of blood loss, I think it's time I begin. Say goodbye to who you were."

Without any fanfare, Johnny felt a strange humming feeling passing through his body, as it began to grow stiff and immovable. The entire process lasted but a second, but he found his arms and legs were fused together, and that he was much bigger than his previous two and a half inch self.

He was still tiny in comparison to Eliza though, who picked him up and wiggled him around. He couldn't move, struggle, or fight back at all, just as Eliza had said. Emotions started welling up in Johnny's mind as she blew him a kiss, before stuffing him into the dark recesses of a shoe.

"You are paying off already." Eliza said nonchalantly as she stuffed her bloodied right sole into the shoe she had stuffed Johnny into. As soon as her foot made contact, she could feel his pleas for help, and his fear of what would happen to him. It sent shivers down her spine, and she rubbed a hand all over her chest at the feeling.

After standing, she almost collapsed again as her full weight only caused a sharp spike in the sensations.

"This is better than I imagined." She whispered to herself, her face flushed. "I need one for the other foot now, using an innocent person is just so, so much better.

Walking gingerly, Elizabeth took the first, pleasure-filled steps of what were sure to be an enjoyable few years.