Memories flashed before his eyes, and even the most miniscule and seemingly unimportant of his life’s events were carefully played back to him by his brain.

               He laughed. Normally he had terrible memory, but for some reason today of all days even the most forgettable things were as clear as if they were recorded on tape. From his first day of kindergarten to the faint smell of lilacs on his ex-girlfriends shirt; he remembered everything in perfect detail.

               Perhaps it was caused by the fact that he hadn’t had normal human contact in days, or a more likely reason; that this was the day he was going to die.

               Standing up in his dark dry prison, the man made one last desperate search around the exterior of his gigantic wooden container for any kind of exit at all, but just
like before there was none to be found.

               “Well… fuck, at least I tried.” He said frustrated by his now inevitable death.

               Throwing himself onto one of her socks he reasoned that at the very least if he is going to die, than he’s going out in style. He laid down on the enormous girls socks; each one from his perspective was almost the size of a house.

               This got him thinking about how the hell he even got into this mess in the first place.

               He remembered; it was at a party just after Prom. All of his friends and their
friends were there, and thanks to the neighbors being either college kids or out of town there was no chance of a noise complaint.

                At the time he felt like he deserved the party. After all as the head of his school’s soccer team and one of the top athletes in the nation he felt like a good break would be good for him. Not that he could really consider it a break since he pretty much got drunk like this every weekend for four years straight. His only regret at that time was not being able to share a drink with his friend Peter who disappeared a few months ago.

               Stumbling around the poorly lit kitchen completely drunk, half-high, and semi-erect, he remembered that’s when he saw her; the girl who would seal his fate. Angela
Wilson was her name at the time; he later realized that her real name was Angela Covington.

               He thought about his girlfriend for a second, what she would think? Of course sadly for his now ex-girlfriend in his mind sex always came first, and without hesitation he drunkenly texted a simple “I’m breaking up with you :)” before stumbling towards the two hotter younger girls.

               He made his approach, his phone being blasted by his girlfriend and her overly dramatic friends. Not wanting to ruin the inevitable sex with these two lovely looking freshmen girls he pulled out his phone and tossed it casually into the punch bowl. He would have ended up getting a new one anyways since his dad was very wealthy.

               “Me, you, and your friend, upstairs. Bedroom. Now!” he remembered sputtering drunkenly towards the girl who he would eventually come to know as Angela Covington and her friend whose name he didn’t care to remember.

               The two girls looked at him in a combination of shock and suspicion as if he wasn’t what they expected. It was obvious they simply didn’t have enough to drink.

               “Fucking chicks, never know what they want.” He remembered thinking as he swayed across the linoleum floor to the refrigerator of whoevers house this was. Then
reaching for the Vodka bottle, he saw a small mason jar near the back filled with a clear liquid.

               “Yep, that’s some goddamn moonshine alright.” He thought to himself as he grabbed the jar and left the fridge open to go locate some Dixie cups only taking a moment to look back at the two girls to see if they were still there.

               Quickly he poured three cups, and pulled out a pill bottle from his pocket. Using the lid of the container and the pressure of his hand he managed to crack open two pills while using his other to pretend like he was still making the drinks. Then with lighting fast precision he poured the contents of the pills into the girls’ drinks.

               “Heyyy…” he said as he walked over to her and realizing he didn’t know their names

               “Angela Wilson” she said softly.

               “Ok. Angela. Listen up, you and your friend here aren’t drinking. Now I can’t have people at my party who aren’t drinking. So…”

               “So we should drink then?” Said Angela.

               “Exactly.” He remembered saying to her.

               Almost immediately the effects of the pills started taking effect and after about 5 minutes the poor blonde girl could barely stand in her heels. Quickly he ripped
the girl from the company of her confused friend and practically dragged her up the stairs.

               He remembered his heart was racing. Every time he did this he made sure that absolutely nothing could go wrong and so rather than go for the open bedroom he went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Little Miss Angela was now completely unconscious, and at that point he was fully erect.

               He made quick work stripping the drugged girl of all her clothing and hiding her various articles underneath the sink (he had done this several times before after all). Then he pulled out a small digital camera from his back pocket, and started recording the scene and the naked girl. He did this both for his own personal pleasure and so that he could possibly blackmail this girl once this was all through.

               A loud series of thumps were heard in the background disturbing him from his flashback. It was Angela, she was awake and soon his life would be over. Of course before that happened he wanted to reflect on everything that led him to this.

               He remembered the scene again; he was in the bathroom with who was eventually going to be his captor lying naked in the bathtub. As he looked at Angela Wilson’s drugged young body he came up with many horrifying ideas to have fun with her. Then taking a swig of that moonshine he stole earlier, he mounted the helpless girl and began to undo the zipper and button on his expensive designer shorts.

               He remembered a knock at the door.

               “Yo! I’m in here taken a shit, come back later bro!” he said to whoever was at the door.

               “Kevin Meyers, I know what you’re doing in there with my friend.” Said what sounded like a girl.

               “You…You tryin to join us?” said Kevin who at the time assumed foolishly that she wanted a threesome.

               “Welllll, I don’t want my friend getting all the attentionnn… So yeah.” she whispered in a soft seductive voice while tapping on the door.

               He remembered the excitement he felt as he dismounted the girl and opened the door to the smiling face of her eager Indian friend. The smiling girl pulled out what looked like a perfume bottle from her purse and sprayed him in the eyes. At first he thought it was pepper spray, but soon he realized that it was far worse.

As he stumbled around the room temporarily blinded he felt his muscles become tense and rigid; his head began to spin. Finally he blacked out and hit the floor like a sack of bricks, or as the girls would later say ‘like a sack of shit.’

               When he woke up everything around him was different. He could no longer hear the blasting music from the stereo setup downstairs, or the faint sounds of chatter from the party below. Looking around he remembered realizing that he probably wasn’t at the party at all. If fact it appeared as though he was trapped in some kind of oversized fabric bag.

               All he could hear was two pairs of footsteps that seemed far away and yet still close to him. As well as two booming voices that sounded as if they were being projected over a speaker.

               “HEY! What the fuck is going on…” he shouted to no response.

               “You dickweeds listen up! My dad is the head of a legal firm, and when he finds out about this you shitstains are dead, you hear me? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU KIDNAP ME!” he remembered screaming as loud as he could and thrashed about in what he thought was an oversized burlap sack.

               “Angela? He’s awake.” Said one of the voices to the other.

               “I don’t want to deal with him right now after what I went through to get him.” Said the other voice coldly but with a hint of fear lingering on the tips of her words.

                 An enormous dark figure moved towards him from above. He remembered that was the moment his entire reality was shattered, and as he was lifted into the light he saw for the first time what would end up haunting him every night from that point forward.

               It was the two girls from the party only their bodies were the size of mountains. Even their most delicate of appendages seemed to wield immense power as the impossibly gigantic girls looked down upon the small attempted rapist in their hands. It was at this point that he realized he was naked and instinctively covered himself much to the enjoyment of the two colossus sized girls.

               He was once again ripped from his memories by the deep trembles of her distant footsteps and the sound of his oversized jailer humming a morning tune in the
background; it would seem his time was almost through.  

               Once again escape was impossible; the only thing he could do was reflect on his actions. This of course was ironic considering it would likely be the first and last time he would get to do this.

               The next few weeks for him were hell, and to his credit he fought back with everything he had. He refused to eat; he insulted both girls whenever possible both to their faces and behind their backs, and out of spite often stayed up all night screaming his head off just so Angela couldn’t get any sleep.

               The girls of course made sure he was just as miserable as they were. Daily beatings, humiliating and dehumanizing games, and probably the worse for him having his entire body stuffed into the Indian girls snatch every time she felt in the mood.

               He then realized that he wasn’t in the wrong at all, but they were. Sure he attempted to rape the blonde, but they could have called the cops. And as his father once said “If you do onto your enemy what they do to you… you are no better than
they are.”

               He felt the wooden ground of the drawer vibrate beneath him; it was time.

               “Kevin Meyers… today is your last day on Earth. Do you have anything left to say?” said Angela whose planet sized face loomed ominously over him eclipsing the ceiling light and once again reminding him that to her he was a just a miserable speck living in her sock drawer. Although she tried to hide her emotions it was clear from the way she looked at him that she felt only hatred towards him.

               Looking at her filled him with rage and unpleasant memories of torture, but at the same time a sense of awe. At his scale he could see every beautiful curve on her face as clear as day. From the shine of her golden hair, each strand thick enough to support his entire weight, to the barely noticeable shimmer of saliva and lipstick glitter on her lips and teeth. Every radiant feature reminded him why he practically fell in love with her at the party.

               But, perfect as she was it didn’t change the fact that she was going to kill him.

               “Shut it you filthy slut, how about you shrink your ass down here and kill me properly.” he screamed hopelessly at her knowing it would make no difference.

               Angela like usual seemed almost disappointed in him as if every time she peeked in at him she expected a more pleasant outcome.

               Without another word her enormous hand reached for him. Quickly he sprinted to the back of the sock drawer determined to not get caught. But Angela was simply too large and her hand too fast for him to avoid and in no time he found himself
completely engulfed in a warm prison of warm creamy flesh.

               Her vast muscles surrounded and incased him in a tomb of flesh. He clawed desperately at her soft silky palm knowing full well that it would do nothing for him, but
feeling satisfied that he fought with all he had.

               Rather than place him on the floor and crush him like he expected, she decided for whatever reason to toss him into her pocket. He hit his head hard against what he figured was a lipstick container, but fortunately his fall was broken by a crumpled 20$ bill. Of course considering he was inside a giant teenage girls pocket waiting to die nothing was truly fortunate about his situation.

               As the monster of a girl named Angela began to walk, her powerful thighs pushed and pulled against the tight fabric of her shorts, slamming him repetitively into the rock hard surface of her muscular leg and ass cheek. Even from the other side of the fabric he could feel her immense ass vibrating in perfect harmony with her body.  Were he not as small as he was now he would have had a boner.

Then came the stairs, and as she walked down them gravity forced him off the ground and slammed him with brutal efficiency into the assortment of items lying at the bottom of her pocket. By the time she had fully descended the staircase he swore that he had a concussion.

               Fortunately his beautiful captor had a sense of mercy, and when she reached the bottom of the stairs she began to walk softly as if she was consciously aware of his misery.

               He was amazed at how the simple act of her walking down the stairs had nearly killed him, and for a moment briefly contemplated how much power her leg held as it swung forward like the world’s most devastating and beautiful pendulum.

               “Listen dear we need to talk about the assignment” He heard her mother say.

               Her vast body tensed almost instantaneously upon hearing her mother speak.

               “There’s nothing to talk about mom, I’m not doing it…” he heard Angela say before his ability to listen was cut out by the fabric of her shorts suddenly becoming a lot tighter and pressing him hard into her thigh.

               She had sat down to eat.

               The next few minutes were torture. He had barely any air to breath, and the air he did have was saturated with the heat emanating from Angela’s posterior. Fortunately every time she decided to yell at her parents she stood up allowing him the chance to breathe.

               “That’s Priya mom, I’ll see you later.” Said his captor Angela coldly who then began to walk much harder than before almost as if she either didn’t care or wanted him
to suffer.

               A powerful thunder-like booming noise was heard from behind him which he recognized as the door slamming. Then from the left came the all too familiar voice of Her Indian friend whose name he just remembered was Priya.

               “…Are you ready to finally go through with it?” he heard Priya say in an awkward chipper tone.

               “Yeah there’s no going back, Josh Maybury has to die…” she said pausing momentarily as if to give him a false sense of hope.

“…but first Kevin Myers has to.”  She finished just before her gargantuan hand was shoved into the pocket he was in in an effort to grab him.

               He could almost feel the killing intent from her hand as it searched for the right angle to grab him. This time there was no mercy, no holding back. Her massive fingers gripped him harshly without care, and squeezed him into a ball in her hands; the smell of cheap soap and whatever she had for breakfast accompanied him as he was dragged out of her pocket and thrust high into the air to the awaiting faces of his two captors.

               He knew he was going to die; this was it, the very last moments of his life. He
wondered briefly what it will feel like. Would his vision simply cut to black forever? Or perhaps he will feel like he’s going to sleep only to wake up somewhere else?

               He looked around at the scenery; it all seemed to move in slow-motion, from the gentle sway of the trees to the way the girls colossal bodies moved. He noticed they were talking, of course for some reason he couldn’t hear them, if fact the only thing he could hear was his own breathing.

               But enough was enough; he wasn’t about ready to go out with any regrets. Before he died he had to let this bitch know what was coming to her.

               He was filled with rage, and all he saw was red. “HEY YOU BITCH! NOBODY FUCKS WITH KEVIN MYERS. You just wait you sick little cunt until my friends arrive then were all gonna rape the shit outta you… you BITCH!” he screamed as loud as he possibly could.

               He stared up the two smiling girls who may as well have been gods; His bravery and persistence apparently falling upon deaf ears.

               Angela’s mouth contorted into a smile at least twice the size of his body, her moist glittery lower lip quivering in an attempt to hold back a laugh. Priya on the other hand simply stared at him; a smug half-grin across her face as if to say “Your Fucked.”

               “Right, you keep on thinking that.” She said before turning her palm completely upside down.

               He felt the ground beneath him violently shift, and fall away from him. Next thing he knew he was falling towards the opening of her shoe.

               “Goodbye Kevin.” He heard Angela say as he plummeted towards what he was certain would be his death.

                And he was almost correct.

               His abdomen smacked hard against the tongue of her open shoe with a fierce painful crack causing him to spiral through the air until he landed harshly on the worn out fluff inside of the moccasin which much to his disgust was warm and slightly damp from Angela’s foot.

               He frantically attempted to get to his feet, but much to his shock his legs wouldn’t move. Then trying to force himself up an overwhelming pain shot up from his lower back, causing him to scream and collapse on the ground.        

               His back had broken from the fall, and all he could do was lay there staring up at Angela’s mind-bogglingly huge figure, her enormous smiling face hung above him like the moon, and was arguably a million times more radiant.

                Her body was equally impressive. Tone legs the size of skyscrapers that could move impossible distances in seconds and possessed the power to obliterate anything in their path in a single earth shattering step. An ass of such massive proportion and weight that it stretched the fibers of her shorts to the breaking point, and when she flexed an incalculable mass of Butt and thigh muscle bulged and contracted causing ripples and stretches to occur on her form fitting shorts. He had to admit she was put together well; his only regret was that he never got to screw her before he died.

                 Angela’s massive bare foot rose high above the open part of the shoe blocking out the warm light of the sun and intensifying the already overpowering odor that surrounded him. Due to his back being broken he could only stare up helplessly as the vast surface of peach colored flesh descended on him.

                 Her foot moved with incredible precision, and before he had time to react she had already positioned him beneath her truck sized toes which radiated intense heat from her body. Normally indiscernible Bits of dirt and dust that had been trapped in the moist folds of her foot found their way onto his body where they cut and stained his skin.

All of this was already too much for him, and then she began to walk.

For him it was worse than death, one leg after another slamming over and over into the ground. If it wasn’t for Angela’s soft toes absorbing part of the impact he would have likely died.

“Youuu were kidding about walking right?” he managed to hear Priya say.

“Well…yeah of course. Did you actually think that I wanted to walk 12 miles?” said Angela laughing as she stepped onto what sounded like a schoolbus.

Then next hour was possibly the slowest hour he ever had to endure. Despite there being no objective measurement of time, Angela made sure he knew exactly what an hour felt like. Every few seconds she would either lightly tap her foot which compressed his already broken spine or scrunch her thick meaty toes together nearly suffocating him in the leathery folds of her flesh.

Finally Angela removed her moccasin in what looked like the cafeteria of her school, then without so much as a sarcastic comment she dumped his body on the floor before walking away.

Hours passed, and soon it was lunchtime. A deafening bell sounded throughout the still empty room, and in seconds students flooded the room. He could only stare in awe as giants of all shapes, sizes, and colors walked casually by him; their godlike figures moving towards him completely oblivious of his plight; their massive feet vibrating the ground beneath him.

Thousands of legs and shoes smashed next to him, kicking up dust and dirt as the giant stampede moved together towards what he assumed was the lunch line. He looked up momentarily only to see an enormous black wall moving quickly on top of him, and the face of an innocent looking Asian girl of to whom it belonged to. Instinctively he threw out his right arm in self-defense but to no avail.

The colossal flip flop of this girl came crashing down on him with brutal efficiency. His arm snapped in half, and his face was pressed into the ground by the rubber. Pain shot through him like a bullet only to be replaced moments later by shock.

As fate would have it the lunch line happened to end a few inches in front of him, and so rather than press down with her full weight the girl had stopped before she crushed him fully.

Minutes passed and the girl began to grow impatient, and started to tap her foot unsatisfied at the pace of the line.

The huge black rubber sole retreated into the sky, and for a second he thought she had noticed him. Sadly however her face was focused on her cell phone and her long black hair which she idly twirled in her hand.

“Please… Hel” he sputtered before he was cut off by the rubber of the flip flop slamming into him over and over. By the time her barrage had ended his face was entirely crushed, and his jaw was ripped from his now dented skull. His ribcage collapsed under the force of the impact, causing his shattered ribs to pierce his internal organs. Ironically his amazing athletic prowess only served to prolong his death as his mortally wounded body fought desperately to survive.

Finally the line began to move, and so did she. She pressed down with all her weight to take a step forward and unknowingly smeared what remained of Kevin Meyer’s body into the grooves of her sandal. Throughout the day this girl took many steps each one further grinding his body into an indiscernible paste on the bottom of her shoe.