"So...uh...what do we do now?", Vanessa asked. They looked at the trembling little people in the
plastic container. The coffee table was too low and they were, evidently, able to jump off it and get
away. Vanessa had suggested a glass bowl but Clara knew how imaginative the mouse people could
be. They'd build a human ladder or something and escape with only two or so left behind.
So she got a plastic container from her room, 60cm by 40cm with 50cm high walls. Semi
transparent, only shades could be seen through it. Vanessa's question startled Clara for a moment.
She had never thought of having so many of them at her mercy at once. Also, Clara was a little
unsure. How far would they go? What was cool, what was weird? "We do what we want", She
laughed shrugging her shoulders.
The eight tiny people were huddling together in a corner of the container. They wore clothes of all
kinds of different materials. One of the three males they caught even seemed to wear a breast plate
made of chitin, like a piece of armor. Clara smirked. "Hey, you see that big bad one with the bug
armor on?", She asked. Vanessa looked more closely. "Wow, fancy one right there.", she smiled.
It was quite a man standing there amidst his pathetic peers. Bold, like the warrior Clara had
trampled on the patio but even more muscular. A beard of argentine white and fiery red. Beetling
white eyebrows. The others around him dwarfed by his size. He had scars on his arms, his bold
head and even his face. He didn't seem to have a moral raising influence on his people though. And
like all of them he stared at his own feet, desperate not to draw any attention.
Charlotte was standing apart from the group. She was the one who had carelessly delivered them to
the two towering titanesses. She was also the only naked one and, after all, didn't belong to their
tribe.
Clara saw Vanessa's eyes hungrily jump from one little person to the next. She marvelled at how big
Vanessa was, compared to the littles. Suddenly their eyes met and both of them smiled awkwardly.
Vanessa was first to break the silence: "Hey you, with the bug shell on!" The little bold warrior
shyly looked upwards to her. "I think it's fitting that you wear bug for this. 'Cause I'm gonna squash
ya like one.", Vanessa chuckled at her joke. Clara snorted. Yap, somebody was drunk. She could see
the man swallow hard, shaking violently from fear. Vanessa however made no effort to take him yet.
'How cruel', Clara thought, 'and hot.'
Clara made a move. She slipped out of her sandals and set her right foot into the container infront of
the cowering group. With a thud her bare foot made contact with the blurry plastic. "Hey little
ones.", She began smiling enthusiatically, "I'd like to give you an introduction to how it's like, being
crushed." Fearfully the tiny beings stared at her foot. Vanessa restet her chin on her arm on the edge
of the plastic container. Clara could clearly make out goose bumps on her friend's skin.
"Any volunteers?", Clara asked tapping her foot. Of course, nobody would volunteer for this.
Instead one of the females pointed her finger at Charlotte and yelled: "Take her!" Charlotte was
sobbing. Poor girl propably felt bad for having brought the giant girl's playful wrath upon them.
Clara grinned wickedly. She bent down to get closer to the tiny beautiful girl. "Charlotte? You want
to be smushed?", She asked playfully. Charlotte sobbed harder and tried to make herself as small as
possible.
Slowly tapping her foot Clara asked again: "You want to be squashed beneath my foot? You want
me to turn you into toe jam?" She wriggled her toes to scare the poor thing even more. "Come on, it
doesn't hurt that much, once you come oozing out between my toes the pain will be over. I'll roll
you a bit under my foot and break a few bones of yours but it doesn't matter 'cause you're gonna be
paste soon anyway.", Clara couldn't help but chuckle which slightly perverted her reassuring tone.
All eyes were on Charlotte.
The tiny red head stayed silent. Perhaps she assumed not to respond to the giantesses mind game
would be her best option. And the giantess opened a door for her. "Here is the deal.", Clara said,
"You pick people for us to mush and when we're done I'll set you free. What ya say? Dealio?"
Slowly, Charlotte raised her head to look into Clara's eyes. Then she nodded her head.
"You fucking whore!", a bruenette from the group furiously stormed towards Charlotte. It was the
one who had initially called for the red head's death. When she was half way there Clara tapped her
foot once again. The little thing stopped in it's tracks and fearfully discovered that Clara was
looking right at her. "Okay.", was the only thing Clara said and the little bruenette turned her head
back to Charlotte. Charlotte pointed directly at her.
"Oh nonononono, please.", the tiny girl begged, "Please, no!" But Clara's foot was allready in the
air. Spreading her arms to hold balance, Clara playfully nodged her victim to the ground and set her
toes on it to pin it down. Her toes clenched together holding the tiny thing she dragged it over to the
middle of the container. Clara looked over to Vanessa who only stared at Clara's foot and it's
captive. An evil smirk crossed her lips and her eyes were filled with mischievous joy. Clara
wondered if her friend was as wet as herself right then.
She began to scrunch her toes with the little girl in between them. She lifted her a bit and let her fall
to the ground again. Picking her back up and scrunching her toes. The poor thing's left arm was
caught unfavorably between two toes and broke like a twig. Clara let her fall to the ground a last
time and set her foot down right next to her. The girl groaned in pain. Pressing the broken left arm
to her side she pushed herself up with the other. Slowly she rose to her knees but before she could
get up fully Clara's giant foot was upon her again.
Effortless Clara pushed her victim into the ground again. She held it in place a few seconds before
she started to slowly roll it under her feet. Clara wasn't squimish at all and the little girl was rolled
around violently. A few cracks indicated more broken stuff. Clara was amazed how easily she could
piece by piece break the little toy. When she felt like she was done she set her foot next to her play
things side again. The little girl's rags were torn off and she looked run over. She was cramped in
the awkward position Clara's weight had forced her in but she slowly rolled onto her belly.
Her right arm still intact the tiny mouse girl dragged herself forward towards her group. She was
only making a milimeter per second so Clara took a moment to marvell at what she had done with
her. Feeling not quite finished yet Clara rose her foot again. She noticed the girl had a cute round
little butt. She set her big toe on it and pressed down. A little pressure at first to see the girl's
reaction. The tiny girl frantically tried to drag herself forward harder but of course the strength of
one puny little mouse arm was no match for the titaness that was Clara.
Then Clara pushed down. Hard. The tiny thing screamed in agony as it's pelvis was mashed beneath
Clara's big toe. The skin tore off in several places around it and Clara even saw a piece of the spine
sticking out.
The group of tinies watched in horror. The little girl stopped dragging herself forward. She was only
sobbing now looking into her companions' direction. Clara let the horror sink in for a moment. She
saw Vanessa licking her lips, one hand down in her pants not even paying the slightest attention to
Clara.
Clara set her foot lenghtwise on the tiny girl. The little bruenette's head was peaking out beneath
Clara's blood stained big toe. Then Clara trod down. Vanessa gasped at the horrible noises. The air
being pushed out of the girl's body. The bones breaking. The noise of the inards being forced out of
the girl's mouth or being mashed beneath Clara's foot.
The little thing was flattened under her full weight now only the head remaining intact. Almost
gently Clara's big toe rested on it. Gnashing she squashed it flat.
Vanessa's hand was still down in her jeans. Clara smiled at her friend from above: "So, you liked
that?" Vanessa cringed and quickly withdrew her hand from her crotch. Blushing she smiled and
awkwardly nodded her head.
Clara stepped off the flattened body and out of the container. A murmur went through the little
people when they saw the squashed corpse. Vanessa didn't give them much time to rest.
"Charlotte.", Vanessa bent down to the tiny red head with a warm smile, "Pick me one to mush
please." Charlotte hesitated. "Oh", Vanessa acted surprised, "You want to go yourself? How brave
of you!" Charlotte violently shook her head. With a pleading look in her eyes she pointed at the
group.
"Who?", Vanessa asked letting her hand circle above the crowd, "This one?". She pointed to a man
with hair black as a crow. Charlotte nodded her head eagerly before her expression suddenly turned
apologetical. "Aww don't worry.", Vanessa cooed and caressed Charlotte who fearfully ducked
away, "You'll find joy in your job eventually." Clara doubted it.
Vanessa nonchantically took the man and raised him infront of her face. "Hey little guy.", She
beemed at him happily, "If I sit on you, how long do you think you'll last?" The man stared back at
her in shock, stammering incoherently. "Oh what's that?", Vanessa continued playfully, "You think it
depends on the surface I put you on?" She turned around twoards the coffee table and the couch.
"You're right, I think on the table you'd smush right away.", she almost sounded deploring, "On the
couch I give you...", she walked over, sat down and teetered up and down a few times, "...ten
seconds!"
The man shook his head pleadingly. "Not enough?", Vanessa asked playfully, "Allright, let's raise to
fifteen but let's not get exuberant for a start huh?" Clara walked by Vanessa's side and kneeled
infront of the sofa. She put her head on it so that she could see Vanessa's shapely butt come down
on the poor little guy.
Vanessa lifted her behind and brought the guy beneath it. She stretched him out on his back and
pressed his chest down with her index finger. The man struggled desperately but in vain. Vanessa's
Jeans clad butt began to sink down on him. When she withdrew her hand Clara could see him try to
get up but there wasn't enough space anymore to get out. Instead he caught himself in an
unfavorable position. Vanessa's weight forced him down until he was sitting, trying pathetically to
lift the giant girl on his shoulders. His torso was pushed forwards while his legs were still infront of
him aswell.
Then he was out of sight but Vanessa didn't stop there. She continued to sink down until the
upholstery stopped giving in to her weight. Clara was fascinated by the thought of a little, thinking
creature being trapped between this giantesses sexy butt and a piece of furniture. She looked up to
Vanessa's face. Her friend smiled excitedly, licked her lips and stared onto the ceiling. She was
obviously enjoying what ever she feeling.
"He's trying to squirm.", Vanessa laughed, "But I think I'm a little too heavy for him. I feel exactly
were he is and I felt him flatten out under me. But he's trying to move, so I guess he's still alive."
Vanessa enjoyed it a little bit longer before she stood up. "So, that's about fifteen seconds.", She
said, "Let's see."
The little guy remained in the position he had been caught in. Vanessa used her index finger to flip
him on his back again. He was coughing and gasping for air. Vanessa kneeled down infront of him.
"Raise one arm", she commanded and he obeyed. "Now a leg.", she said but the man only made a
grimace of pain. "So, so", Vanessa smirked. She grabbed the man's foot and asked: "Do you feel
this?", He nodded his head, "But you can't move it?" He shook his head. Then he coughed and spat
out a little blood.
"Ooooh, I think some ribs are cracked too. And a punctuated lung.", Vanessa mused. The little guy
looked at her pleadingly. "Okay.", Vanessa said, "Here is your option. You tell me exactly how it felt
under my butt and I promise I will not sit on you again." Clara saw her cross her fingers behind her
back.
The tiny man made no effort to speak. "Fine.", Vanessa said and turned around her behind hovering
above him. "Allright!", the man yelled, "Please no more! It's horrible!", Vanessa turned around, "I
tried to hold against it but it's just too much force pressing me downwards. Like a force of nature.
First I get cought by it and then it presses me flat. I hope my body can withstand the pressure, I feel
things break inside me! My lungs are empty, I can't breathe!", he started to sobb, "I'm sure my live
is over. You move ever so slightly and I feel like I'm being pulped! I still can't breathe, can't see
either. I loose the sense for up and down, left and right. And just then it lifts off me, and I'm being
pushed upwards and the light is flooding my eyes. Please no more!"
Vanessa and Clara gasped with excitement. The man's description had made Clara hornier than
anything she'd ever heard and she could tell Vanessa was feeling something similar. They just stared
down at the sobbing man for a moment. Vanessa broke the silenence: "Well done little guy.", she
cheered happily, "You may go now." The man looked up at her in disbelief. "Th-thank you.", He
stammered. Vanessa and Clara laughed. They had broken his puny little body, just so, just for fun
and he was thanking them. And the game wasn't even over yet.
"Umm, excuse me little man...", Vanessa acted appologetical, "Umm, you are occupying my seat, so
if you please move to the side, I want to sit down. Thank you." She smiled at him innocently and
Clara could see the penny drop in his little fearfull eyes. Grunting he pulled himself forward on the
sofa. His legs rendered useless and his lungs slowly filling with blood he didn't make it far before
having to take a break. Fearfully he looked up to Vanessa's towering form. She just smiled her
innocent smile.
"Allright Sir.", She said, "I think I have given you enough time to evacuate my seat. If you wish to
remain unobliging I think I'll have to sit down reagrdless of your puny little presence." She flipped
him onto his back again and turned around. Clara saw him raise his little arms in defense as
Vanessa's butt crashed down on him. His last scream was muffled quickly. Vanessa played around
with him. She teetered up and down on the sofa and shifted left and right. After a minute or so she
said: "I think he's done.", and stood up.
He was flatter then before. His left arm was twisted in three places and his legs bent sideways. His
torso was really flattened out now. Still Clara could see he was moving his lips. "Amazing.",
Vanessa said, picked the man up and walked over to the plastic container. "Hey little people, we
have an emergency here, try to save him.", she nonchantically dropped the man right into the group.
They shrieked and turned away from him but soon they gathered around. Some tried to talk to him
but it was clear they had no real idea how to save him.
Vanessa raised her foot above the crown and brought it down slowly. The little people panicked and
darted to the sides. Smirking, Vanessa cought the little man's head under the flat heel of her worn
out shoes. Then she squashed it. When Vanessa stepped out of the container Clara saw remains of
bones and brains neatly crushed flat. "Hey you.", Clara pointed to a young blonde girl, "Search for
his teeth." Vanessa laughed mischievously. The little girl cupped her mouth with her hands and
started to cry, only staring at the flattened head.