Part 8 - Crush Hour; or, How Troy Got His Groove Back

Troy practically danced into his apartment after unlocking its door. He was in extremely high spirits, so much so that he honestly felt that nothing could bring him down from his own personal cloud nine. His mood the result of the amazing morning that he had had, easily the best morning he had in a very long time. Even as he made his way up to his apartment's floor, his mind replayed events over and over again.

He had found his crusher, the woman that he had been searching for. Through blood, sweat, and tears--an exaggeration, of course--Troy's hard work had finally bore fruit ripe for the picking. And like a ripe fruit, he intended to savor every last bite that he could take.

As he entered the living room, Mitch, who was per usual sitting on the couch watching TV, noticed his upbeat demeanor right away.

"Someone's in a good mood," Mitch commented. "What's going on?"

"She's the one," Troy happily announced. "She's my crusher!"

Mitch had a clear look of surprise on his face. "Oh shit, really?! You finally found a girl who's willing to step on you?"

"Not just willing. She actually wants to step on me."

"Unbelievable..." Mitch said in awe.

"In fact, we spent much of the morning doing macro: me running around on the floor while she'd try to stomp on me. I was her first, so she was still trying to take it all in, but we had a lot of fun. After that, I ate some of the big breakfast she made, and listened to her while she went on about how much she enjoyed feeling my little body bust under her feet."

"Then what are you doing here now instead of getting splattered some more?" Mitch asked. "I'd think you'd want to get as much out of her while you can, especially on a lazy Sunday like today."

"She had some errands to run with her family, so she dropped me off here," Troy answered. "We're gonna get back together later on. By the way, I'm gonna borrow the car when it's time."

Mitch shrugged. "I don't have anywhere to go today. But man, I can't believe you found your girl."

"Ha, no kidding," Troy said. "I mean, we have the same tastes in music, TV shows, movies, and video games, she's smoking-hot, she has nice feet- really nice size-ten-and-a-half feet, and she loves stepping on tinies. Plus, she has a good mind, she's smart, and we get along really well. It's like the stars themselves aligned to make this happen."

"I guess the universe had its fill of making your life miserable. ...Or maybe it's taking a break."

"Shit, I hope not. That'd be a dick move to pull the carpet right out from under me."

"Well, in any case, I'm proud of you," Mitch said. "You finally found someone to crush you like a bug. Seems like a waste of a perfectly good meal, but what're you gonna do?"

"Thanks, man," Troy said. "I really appreciate it. ...So how did you spend your night? Inside some girl's gut?"

"I wish," Mitch replied, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "For once, none of the girls I hit up were having it."

"Wait, are you serious?" Troy was genuinely surprised to hear of Mitch's failures at courting someone to make a meal out of him; after all, most women loved vore, or at least, they said that they did. "...Maybe my bad luck shifted on to you." He humored.

"Oh hell, I hope not," Mitch said. "I need my digestive fix."

Troy sighed dreamily. "Man... I'm still trying to take it all in. It almost seems like a dream, but there she is. My own personal Melissa."

Mitch was confused. "Melissa?"

"A character from this old story I read online a while back," Troy answered. "I think it was called... 'Bugman Games'? Anyway, the giantess in that story was Black and loved killing the tiny people that she shrunk, mainly by stepping on them. She was a huge bitch, in more ways than one, but I loved her attitude."

"Any vore in that?" Mitch asked.

Troy shook his head. "VERY little, if I recall."

"Bummer." Mitch shrugged. "...Well, I don't read erotica anyway, so it's no big deal."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go in my room and freshen up," Troy said. "Once she calls or texts me later on, I'm outta here."

"Just don't stay out too late," Mitch teased. "Tomorrow's an all new work week."

"Yeah, we'll try not to get carried away," Troy said, in an almost dismissive tone as he turned and started to walk into the hallway.

"The key word there is 'try'," Mitch's voice yelled back at him as he made his way towards his bedroom.

Once inside, he closed the door and pulled off his shoes. After stepping closer to his PC, which was still powered on but locked and displaying its screensaver of random scenery, Troy stared into the monitor's screen for several quiet seconds. In the interim, there was no sound, except for his breathing, the hum of the PC's fan, and those of the birds chirping outside. Even the street down below was rather silent, at least for the moment.

Then, he grinned very happily, and fought but failed to hold back an elated, victorious laugh.

"In your face, Vince Vane!" Troy said to the monitor, a picture of a moonlit ocean presently pasted upon it. "I pulled it off, despite you."

After his gloating, he touched the back of his hand, bringing up the Minimizer's control panel. Specifically, he was checking on how much energy it had left: it read 19%.

"Ooh. Might as well juice it back up right now," Troy said to himself, before going for his vials inside of his dresser.

~~~

The wait was an agonizing one; several hours passed while Troy waited for Dawn to be done with her own errands and send word out to him that she was ready. In the meantime, Troy occupied himself by doing his usual Sunday activities: browsing online and playing the video game with Mitch. Even with the various means of entertainment, it seemed that time passed by a bit slower than usual.

He thought about texting her, asking if everything was coming along nicely, but both he and Mitch agreed that that may have made him look too clingy. So, he continued to wait.

The afternoon shifted into the evening, and at around 7:00pm, while he and Mitch were still engaged in their game of Ultra Street Fighter IV, he finally heard his phone buzz with a familiar sound tone. Bringing it out to check the message that he had just received, he was happy to find that it was indeed from Dawn. The message read: "u can come over now, need a ride?"

"And there it is!" Troy announced, before replying to the message that he would be taking his roommate's car.

"Time for you to go, then?" Mitch asked. "And I was just about to wail on you, too."

"I don't want to seem too eager," Troy said.

Mitch gave him look of mild disbelief. "...Liar, that's all you've been taking about all this time."

"No, not ALL that time! ...Anyway, let's finish this match, and then I'll be on my way." After sending his response to Dawn, Troy took ahold of his Playstation 3 controller and focused back on the game on the TV screen.

Perhaps he was unable to focus due to the anticipation of what was to come for him, but Troy lost quite handily to Mitch and his admittedly quite competent Cammy. Once the letters "K.O." flashed across the screen, Troy put the controller onto the couch and shot up from its cushion. After retrieving Mitch's car keys and with everything else in order, he exited the apartment.

"Bring back pizza!" Mitch yelled as Troy left.

Troy almost rushed down to the parking garage where Mitch's car was parked. He wanted to conceal his excitement and anticipation, but he knew that at that point, it was a fool's errand. He decided to just roll with it; after all, anyone would be excited after going for so long without their needs being met.



Of course, Troy had to mind the speeding laws of the road, but he arrived at Dawn's humble abode quite quickly, pulling into and parking his car in her driveway besides her car. As he stepped out of the car, he looked upon her one story brick house, the light of the late summer evening sun shining upon it. There was still activity in the surrounding quasi-suburban neighborhood, from children still playing on the front lawn, teenagers walking and chatting amongst themselves or also playing with the children, and a few adults sitting on their porches or doing other labor. Troy felt rather envious that Dawn lived in quite a nice neighborhood, that she was able to afford such a nice house and live on her own, even.

His heart raced as he stepped onto her porch, and after a brief pause, his finger touched the doorbell button on the wall next to the door. Almost immediately, the door opened, revealing his special lady, Dawn. The curly-haired ebony beauty was clothed in a yellow tanktop, blue jeans, and the same turquoise sandals from the night before; her French pedicured toes were even more enthralling in the sunlight.

"Whoa, that was fast," Troy remarked at the quickness in which she revealed herself. "Were you standing by the door?" He jested.

"No, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I heard you pulling in, so I went to open it while you got out. Anyway, come on in, my little foot fodder." She smiled warmly, and then stepped aside to lead him inside of her house.

He entered her home, after which she closed the heavy wooden door behind them. The front hall was a mixture of reflected sunlight shining in from the nearby living room to his left and shadows on the wooden floor, algae-green walls, and white ceiling. To his right was the side hall which led to--among other things--the kitchen and the bedrooms.

"I've said it before," Troy said as he marveled at his surroundings, "but you have a really nice house. I wish I could affor-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was silenced by Dawn's soft, thick lips pressing with his. Her hands held his arms as they spent the next few seconds in their lip-locked embrace, before she finally pulled away from him, her cheeks red with blush noticeable even with her brown skin. Her mouth was curved into a sheepish smile.

"I missed you, too," Troy humored.

She chuckled. "I was thinking about you all day since you left. I'm really looking forward to some more macro play with you."

"Same here," Troy replied. "I couldn't even concentrate on beating my roommate in Street Fighter."

"I told my family about you. ...Not any of the macro and feet stuff, of course, but that you're a handsome, sweet guy that I am happy to have finally found." Dawn folded her arms. "I tell you, some of the guys I've met were real trips. I've been through so many failed dates trying to find a guy like you that you could probably write a story about it. They could call it... 'Dawn's Quandary'."

"I'd read it," Troy stated. "...Anyway, what does your family think of me?"

"From what I told them, they think you're a pretty decent guy," she answered. "They're going to want to meet you sometime very soon, just to let you know."

"That's fantastic." There was an air of dread in his voice, though he tried to mask it.

"You're not nervous, are you?" She leaned in inquisitively.

"Yeah, a little," he replied.

She shrugged. "I guess that's natural. Plus, my folks are your typical Southern Black Baptist family, so they can be a bit overbearing to some people."

Hearing this, a critical question popped into Troy's mind. "What should I do if religion comes up?"

"Just tell them that you feel something guiding your life, and leave it at that," she answered. "They may try to push it, but I'll stop them if they really lay on the Gospel."

Troy felt somewhat relieved. "Good."

"Anyway, let's go into the dining room," Dawn said, before taking ahold of his hand and leading him out of the front hall and into the side hall.

The dining room was located almost directly across from where they had entered the hall, through a doorless opening. A large table made of polished wood was set in the middle, with six chairs made of identical material set underneath it. On the table was a basket of flowers, more than likely artificial, set on top of a diamond-shaped green mat that matched the cushioning of the chairs around it. Above them hanging from the ceiling was a light fixture with a fan around it, both of which were presently turned off. The curtains were drawn over the two windows across from them; some sunlight made its way in, but overall the room was cast in a dim shade. In the wall to his right was a closed door, likely leading to the kitchen besides it.

Releasing her grip of his hand, she walked to the entrance and turned the white plastic knob on the wall slightly. The light above them came to life, shining to only moderate brightness. As she did this, Troy emptied his pockets of its belongings; his keys, phone, and wallet, and placed them onto the table.

"I don't want us to be in total darkness," Dawn said with a foxy smile.

"Yeah, because you wouldn't be able to see," Troy replied with a smirk of his own.

She chuckled, and then began to approach him. "Now, before we start... I want to know some more stuff about your macro tastes. See how we vibe."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about."

She smiled. "So how do you like to be crushed? Do you like it barefoot or with shoes?"

"Well, between those two, it doesn't really matter," Troy answered. "But when it comes to shoes, I'm a sandal type of guy."

"Oh, like these?" She directed his attention to her sandaled feet below.

"Hell yeah," Troy said as he gazed at her lovely toes as they wiggled in their shoes. "Especially those, with the thong. I think they're the sexiest type of shoe a lady can wear."

Dawn brought her right foot back, and struck a pose with them. "I'm so glad you think so!"

"Actually, I like seeing feet with sandals more than I do just bare feet, I think."

"Oh? Why's that?"

Troy shrugged. "I dunno... I guess I like how the straps hug the feet. And I especially like seeing the thong between the big and second toes. That really gets me going. More than that, it's an easy way for me to see how a girl's feet look when I'm out. If I see a cute girl, then her having nice feet would complete the package for me. ...Of course, it made it even more disappointing when a lot of girls don't want guys anywhere near their feet, but still."

Dawn folded her arms. "Interesting... But when you--I mean, you, the tiny--are about to be stepped on, it's not like you'll see the toes. But I guess it's the knowledge that matters?"

"Yeah. As long as I've seen her feet, my mind's eye will paint me the full picture. But I guess you bring up a good point. From down there, it really wouldn't matter what shoe you wear, because all I'll see is the bottom of it when it's coming down on me." Troy began to reminisce a bit. "It reminds me of something my ex said. When I asked her to put on some flip-flops or take her shoes off, and her response was that bugs don't get to choose how they get crushed."

"Your ex had the right idea," Dawn remarked. "What shoes was she wearing?"

"Brown flats," Troy answered. "But it stuck with me, because it was the first time I had ever shrunken, and the first time that I had been stepped on. Though I still do wish my first time had been with one of her sandals."

"And your ex... Did she enjoy crushing you?"

Troy mouth formed into a smile. "Oh hell yeah. I'd say she became a pro at it. There were times she did it just because, even."

"Then I guess I have some big shoes to fill for you."

"Maybe, but I don't want to compare you two, or make you think you're in competition with her." Troy stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her torso. "She's in the past, and you're the here-and-now. And right now, I wanna see what your amazing feet are made of." He kissed her on the mouth.

Dawn blushed as her dark eyes looked into his, and she grinned eagerly. "Well, let's get things started, then."

Breaking away from their brief embrace, Troy brought up his left hand and pressed his fingers against the skin on its back. With a blue light, the Minimizer program's control panel extended from inside his body and hovered before both his face and that of Dawn's. It cast a bluish glow on its surroundings--particularly upon the visages of the couple themselves--which fought to overpower the luminescence of the light above.

"I think I'll go down to two inches this time," Troy said, adjusting the size setting to the stated value. "That way, I think I'll make a nice wet crunch when you finally get me." He shot her a quick smirk.

"No complaints here," Dawn commented.

"And I'll also set the time to two- no, three minutes. Numbing? ...Mild." While making those changes, Troy also set the respawn point to the very spot on which he stood. With no other change to make, his hand hovered over the "Shrink" button on the floating screen. He briefly looking into Dawn's face through the transparency of the control panel, who watched on with much anticipation; he loved that she was eager to play the part of his personal giantess, and he was definitely eager to satisfy her own urges as well.

"Alright, let's do this!" Troy excitedly announced, before pressing the "Shrink" button.

After the control panel disappeared back into his body, Troy's vision was coated with the familiar bluish tinge as the room--and Dawn--grew exponentially and rapidly. Dawn backed away slightly as he quickly diminished in stature, shooting down through three feet tall, then two feet, then half a foot, until finally arriving at his final size of a mere two inches tall, with both the bluish glow and the room's expansion ceasing.

He always loved the feeling of being a tiny person in a much larger world. Especially when there was such a beautiful lady as Dawn in the vicinity. His black-haired muse loomed over him as if she was a skyscraper instead of the human that she was. She was already rather tall for a woman--with Troy having only an inch or two over her natural height--but now he was small enough to be completely subdued and dominated with very little effort by her beautifully-sandaled feet.

He eagerly welcomed such a thing as he gazed at both of her normally-size-10.5-but-now-gigantic peds before him.

"You're just as beautiful down here as you were up there!!" Troy yelled out to her, cupping his mouth with his hands as he did so.

Dawn giggled. "Don't you mean, MORE beautiful? Like, so beautiful that your worthless tiny body is overwhelmed by it?"

Troy laughed. "Yeah, that works better!! Everything about you is beautiful, especially your feet!!"

Her foot tapped on the polished wooden floor a few times. "Yeah, I bet. I can't wait to end your life with them. ...Temporarily end your life, I mean. I'm gonna keep my sandals on for this one."

Troy excitedly brought his fists up. "Awesome!!"

"...Because I don't want to get my beautiful feet dirty with your gunk, little man," she stated. Then, her expression shifted into one of devilish playfulness. "Anyway, I think you should run."

"Run?" Troy asked.

She nodded. "After all, half the fun of catching my prey is the chase."

It seemed as if she wanted to make a game out of this; not that Troy minded at all. After all, it made it much more exciting for him when she would inevitably get him. For his part, he decided to see just how long he could survive before her foot came crashing down upon him.

It reminded him of the games that he partook in with Dorothy.

Taking a few steps backwards, he turned and took off running away from the titaness. Wearing the perfect running shoes for the task, he was given an extra air in athleticism as he sprinted, heading towards the gigantic table in the distance. If he were allowed to reach it, he could use it as a pseudo hiding spot; she would likely retrieve him quickly, but it would at least make her work for it. He looked behind him, seeing Dawn merely standing in her same spot, arms folded as she watched him run.

A number of minutes had passed, with no action from Dawn at all. Troy simply focused on his destination ahead of him. In only a few minutes, he would reach it.

Finally, he heard a heavy footstep or two behind him, and before he could react, he was engulfed by the somewhat ovoid shadow of her right sandal as it loomed over him and descended. Thinking fast, he made a very sharp turn to his right, avoiding it just as it crashed down onto the floor right behind him with a loud crash.

"Oh, I missed!" Dawn said, feigning disappointment.

"Too bad!" Troy teased. "You need to be faster if you wanna stamp me out!!"

"Cheeky little bug, aren't you?" Dawn responded. "You'd better run faster, then."

Dawn was now on the move, now actively chasing after him, though the term "chase" was a misnomer; she merely and slowly stalked behind him, but due to the sheer size difference between them, she kept right on his trail. Meanwhile, Troy kept running, having now targeted the leg of one of the table's chairs. He did not get to marvel at it for long, before her gigantic foot stomped down right in front of him, blocking his path. With nimble footwork, he avoided colliding with the bare heel of her foot and ran around it to continue his mission.

The same foot brushed against the floor and hit his tiny body, with enough force to send him sliding some distances backwards across the polished floor. As Dawn gave chase, he stood up and sprinted away from her once more. Seeking refuge under the table was now off the table, and now he was completely vulnerable. Not that he wasn't before, but there were no other places to hide in running distance, with the other furniture in the room such as the grandfather clock and the chest all too far for him to reach.

On her part, the giant Dawn had reached him, and almost immediately went to stomp him, holding her left foot high above him before bringing it down. He dodged it again, though with how she angled the strike, it seemed that her missing him was deliberate as it hit the floor to his left. Not relenting, she did the same with her other foot, with Troy once again fleeing its shadow just as its sandal hit the wood.

Making a sharp turn, he ran towards her foot and jumped onto it, using the slight incline as a slide as well as pushing from his hands to reach the other side of it. As his own feet hit the floor, he dashed again.

"Oh hell naw!" she said, in a state of surprise. "You think you really slick, sliding across my foot like that?"

"Yep!!" Troy cockily yelled back at her as he ran.

She chuckled. "Oh, I cannot wait to flatten you!"

Dawn continued to deliver stomp after missed stomp on the tiny man scurrying along on the floor below her. Whether she was still toying with him, or if Troy's agility was serving him well up until then was up to debate, though Troy would have liked to think that it was a combination of both.

However, as he turned to avoid yet another footfall from the titaness, he stumbled upon his feet and tripped. She once again--perhaps on purpose--missed him, but as she pulled her foot back to join its companion, she flashed a mischievous grin at the tiny man, before bending her legs and jumping off of the floor and right upon Troy. After a very brief look at the soles of both of her sandals falling upon him at once, he quickly stood back up and bolted ahead as fast as he could, just barely avoiding being pulverized by Dawn's full weight as she landed on the floor, both her feet creating a deafening roar that kicked up both dust and air that blew past him.

"You are SO lucky," she pouted.

"Sorry, Mario!" Troy taunted her. "YOU'RE the slow one!!"

"Slow, huh? How's this for slow?"

Troy felt a sharp pain in his back as something huge and heavy collided with it, with enough force to send him flying forward some distance. After hitting the hard floor, despite his aching spine, he struggled to pick himself off of the floor, but as he did so, Dawn rushed to his spot and stepped right in front of him, each of the French-tipped toes on her sandaled right foot facing right at him. Before he could make a move, the foot lifted slightly and tackled him into the chest quite hard. The air rushed out of his gut as he was momentarily caught on the front end of her sandal and carried about a foot into the air before the force of her kick finally sent him flying clear across the room.

He tumbled quite violently as he hit the floor, rolling for quite a bit before he came to a stop. His back against the wood, his body ached all over, to the point where he found it hard to move a single limb much. Dawn was playing quite a brutal giantess, and it seemed that his taunting had achieved his intended effect of ticking her off, even if she was likely mostly faking it.

Clutching his aching chest, he watched as she approached, her footsteps creating a heavy tremor and crash with each step. He wanted to try to get up and run again, but his body disobeyed him. He could only lay there as she stood right over him, her very being casting a shadow over him. The expression on her face was not one of anger or frustration, but one of victory, that said to him that he had lost this round.

"I guess you're the slow one after all," Dawn said to him, her right foot tapping the floor in anticipation. "Too bad, little guy. Consider yourself de-feeted." She winked.

"Man, that was awful," Troy lightheartedly jabbed at her pun.

"Now, hold still... I really wanna feel you pop!"

With no further ado, Dawn lifted her right foot from the floor and moved it over Troy. Now completely in its shadow, Troy could see nothing but the worn sole of her sandal as she lowered the front end of it upon him. As his heart raced and the blood rushed down to his nether regions, he instinctively raised his arms as a sort or ward to brace himself for the coming impact. The shadow around him grew darker and her sole drew ever closer.

Then it met with his body. His entire being was pressed under the ball of her foot, and it did not relent. As the weight increased by the ton, he could feel his body excruciatingly and violently compress underneath it, as the weight rolled up his body. He wanted to scream--one of both pain and pleasure--but was unable to do so as the blood poured into his lungs, which too buckled under the pressure. Soon, his head too was caught, and there was a bright flash in his eyes before everything went dark.

With a wet squelch that splurted blood from underneath the front end of her sandal, Dawn's foot completely met the floor as the tiny Troy's body was compressed beneath its weight. Exerting more pressure onto him, she lifted her heel slightly and slowly moved it from side to side, grinding his body into the floorboard. Her toes flexed with each motion, bring with it the crunching sound of his bones being ground to dust under the force.

"Oh man..." She purred as her foot continued to grind out his very being, and she took relish in the sound and feel of him being reduced to a fine paste beneath her foot. It was a fun chase, but in the end, nothing gave her a high like finally exterminating him underfoot like the bug that he was.

Before long, she slid her foot back, and with it smearing a trail of red blood and mashed-up flesh and bone with it. She bent down to look at what became of her tiny beau: as expected, he was so demolished that one could not even tell that the bloody and gruesome mess was once human. Torn clothes soaked red with blood were pressed into the main splatter along with much of his remains, all of which had been flattened and twisted beyond recognition.

She backed away in a euphoric daze, her sandal tracking a bit of blood with each step. She almost lost her balance in the process of her retreat.

"This is exactly what I wanted," she said to herself as she continued to marvel at the red splatter. "Squished him just like a bug... That was frikkin' amazing!"

Though it would only be less than two minutes at this point, she was already anticipating his return, so that she could tread upon and rend him once again.

Once those short minutes passed, there was a small, glowing bluish light on the floor nearby. Upon fading, the tiny Troy was left in its place, his body all well and good, as if nothing had happened to him at all.

The Minimizer program truly was a work of wonder.

Upon returning from the clutches of death, Troy looked up at the giantess Dawn, and shot her a satisfied smile while she did the same.

"That was awesome!! Really awesome!! You're exactly the type of lady I've been looking for!!" Troy gushed. He turned over to his left, and spotted the remains of his last "life", completely flattened and torn to shreds. "Man, you really did a number on me..."

"Uh-huh!" Dawn affirmed. "I'm glad you made yourself as big as you did, because now I can really feel every bone in your body breaking. I'd like to see what it feels like without my sandals, though."

"Hey, if you wanna take them off, be my guest," Troy stated as he started to walk closer to her. "Hell, you could come in here wearing Crocs, and I'd have to sit here and take it!!"

"Ugh, don't ever suggest Crocs," she said with a laugh. "But I'll keep my sandals on for right now. Especially since they can really grind your weak little body up to a pulp."

Troy was practically swooning over her. "Man... I really love your attitude, and that you love crushing people with your feet. You won't believe what I'd had to put up with until now. So many girls hating that, and wanting to eat me instead. My roommate even dragged me to a vore party a couple of weeks ago."

"Aww, poor baby," she said in a sympathetic, coddling tone. "I could never get with the idea of eating someone. I mean, why would you eat a bug? Bugs are supposed to be squished, not swallowed."

"I wholeheartedly agree!" Troy exclaimed.

"I know people eat bugs in some parts of the world, but... Ugh." She shuddered. "That's just nasty. ...Anyway, break's over. It's time to get back to the macro games."

Troy became excited. "Don't hafta tell me twice!" With that, Troy turned around and started running again.

Once again, his body sprinted across the floor away from Dawn, who simply watched him flee. Once again, Troy was targeting the dinner table, and it seemed that minutes passed with no activity from the waiting giant. Arms folded and foot tapping, she wore a rather smug expression on her face as her eyes were locked on his tiny form. He wondered how long she would wait before deciding to make her move.

Finally, he heard her take two small steps. "You called me 'Mario' before, right?"

Troy turned and looked above him, just in time to see the bottoms of both of her sandals falling down on him like a meteor. Covered by her shadow, he tried to avoid them once again, but had no such luck; this time, she landed upon him faster than he could react. With a loud thud, he was completely smashed flat under her full body weight.

Beneath both of her feet, Dawn felt Troy's body compress underneath her, collapsing under the pressure as she focused more force upon the now-dead tiny. Then, with a quick bend of the knees, she jumped in spot and landed on him again, flattening him even further with its power. She jumped on him again, and again, and several times more, each time violently crushing his remains into a fine paste. She kept count how many times she stomped on him: it was eight.

"...And that should be a 1-Up," she said as she completed her eighth leap.

With a satisfied sigh, she stepped back, removing herself from Troy's flattened remains. Once again, he was reduced to a bloody splatter, though this time, she could more easily make out his features. His absolutely-crushed body was mostly discernible, though it had also burst open in several places, including his torso and skull, from which fluids and equally-crushed organs spilled out.

"Nice try, you little Goomba," she teased as she kneeled down and scraped his body from the floor with her fingernail. After peeling the bloody and near-paper-thin corpse from the floor, she carried it into kitchen through the nearby doorway, it dripping a trail of blood onto the floor along the way. Pressing her foot on the lever of the trash bin there, its lid lifted and she dropped him into the plastic bag inside.

Stepping off of the lever, she walked back into the dining room, her eyes glancing at the now two splatters on the previously-untainted wooden floor, and leaned back against the table. She stood there and waited for her tiny man to return to the world of the living.

Before long, Troy resurrected, sporting a very pleased grin upon his face. Looking towards the dining room entrance, he expected to see her standing ahead of him, but she was absent. Turning to scan the room with his eyes, he had just enough time to spot Dawn standing behind him before her size 10.5 foot quickly stomped him flat once again.

Upon examining the bottom of her sandal, she found him completely crushed into the sole of her shoe. She then pressed her foot against the hard surface of the floor and pulled it back, shaving and smearing him against the wood and tearing his flesh into bloody chunks.

As Troy revived once more, he was all too eager to continue on with this gruesome and morbid, yet very fun and titillating activity with his playfully-murderous lady friend, and Dawn was more than willing to oblige.

~~~

Some hours had passed since Troy and Dawn had started their macro play session, evident by the passage of the sun sinking into the horizon, painting the atmosphere a reddish amber before night fell. They had had an amazingly fun time with each other, but eventually, both of them agreed that it was time for a rest.

Now in the living room, Dawn rested her bare feet onto the coffee table in front of the couch that she sat on, while the still 2-inch Troy stood on the table and rubbed and massaged her pale soles with both hands, though at his size he could only get her heels. Not wanting to track any blood onto the carpet in the living room, she had removed her sandals--both of which were still wet and stained with his life fluids--in the dining room and left them there for the timebeing.

Their attention was split between each other and the flatscreen TV across from them, on which the local news was currently airing. It was well after 10pm, and Troy knew that he would have to leave soon, as of course both of them had work in the morning. However, he also wanted to milk as much of his time with her as he could, and perhaps she felt the same, as their conversation shifted from and to various subjects, starting with her performance during their macro play, to what tasks awaited them at their respective jobs, to discussing the topic on the news, and even to their exes.

Specifically, Dawn wanted to know more about Dorothy, and while he didn't want to her feel like she had to compare to her, he did not see any reason to hide it, particularly the stuff that they did together.

"...And there were time times where she made me watch her cook while I stood next to her on the floor," Troy said. "She would pretend to accidentally drop a tiny piece of food on the floor, which was my cue to take a bite. We also showered together sometimes, but since I was tiny, I always got rained on by her suds. She would make me scrub her feet, since she said that that was all I was good for at that size. But even without her trying to smush me, I was just happy to be around her."

"Sounds like you two were inseparable," Dawn commented. "Which is funny when you think about how you were always at each other's throats when you first met, but you ended up being together for years. And I love how she treated you like the bug you were. I wonder if she kept it up with her new man?"

"Nah," Troy answered. "She did play the part really well, but she mostly did it for my sake. The guy she's with now isn't into macro, and she said that it's kind of a breath of fresh air."

"That kind of sounds like you were a bother."

"Well, I think she meant more that we both have our own flavors. Let's face it; I was a freak." Troy chuckled sheepishly. "Her boyfriend is more vanilla, as far as she'll tell me. But she still takes care of her feet, she says."

"Guess you left a lasting impression on her," Dawn said.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I? Too bad her boyfriend isn't a macrophile so he could reap the benefits of my hard work." He joked. "...Speaking of feet, yours are just amazing."

"I know. You keep telling me that." Dawn scrunched her soles, giving Troy a front-seat view of its wrinkles above him.

"Beautiful size 10-and-a-halfs..." Troy pressed himself against her right sole and kissed it. "There was no way I could get away from these big beauties."

"You're welcome to keep trying," Dawn suggested. "It just makes it all the more better when I stomp your little behind."

"Oh, I'll never qui-"

"...The 29-year-old man shrunk himself inside of the mall and started to chase after several women," said the voice of the female news anchor on the television.

Upon hearing this, Troy turned around towards the TV, and both he and Dawn were silent and serious as their full attention was given to the story about this latest act of depravity caught by the media. After catching a brief end of footage of the interior of the Summer Sky Mall, surveillance footage of the incident in question began to play.

"The shocking scene was caught on camera and you can see this tiny speck of a man rushing to any lady he could spot, all of whom avoided him like the plague," the anchor said.

"It was horrible!" exclaimed a young dark-haired woman in uniform being interviewed. "I saw the whole thing outside of the store I work. He was running after those girls and trying to get them to step on him! I was shocked that he would try to do that here! I mean, there were kids around!"

"I don't get it," said another interviewee, this time an older woman with greying hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and donning a similar uniform as the first. "I never could understand this whole shrinking business, but he actually wanted someone to kill him! Why would you want to do that here, in a public place? No one here wants to see some guy get splattered! And if someone did do it, who's to say he won't come back and act up again?"

Troy leaned back against Dawn's foot, folding his arms in vexation as he kept watching. The news cut back to the first woman interviewed. "Did you get a sense of desperation from him?" They asked her.

She nodded quickly. "Oh, definitely. He even tried leaping at their feet when they walked away, and even held onto one girl's shoe before she shook him off. I mean, I've heard of these things happening, but I never thought I'd see it for myself!"

The screen then displayed a mug shot of the man in question: a black-haired and bearded man with pale skin and jagged facial features and slight bags under his eyes, which beamed wide into the camera. Both desperation and shame could be seen on his face.

"Tates is currently being held on a $15,000 bail at the Brisbane county jail," the anchor's voiceover said. "He is being charged with sexual harassment, public indecency, and disturbing the peace. In addition, he will have to register as a sex offender, and..."

"These morons always give us a bad name," Troy moaned.

Dawn let out an annoyed sigh. Though Troy could not see her face past her massive soles, he could tell that she was also upset. "You'd think with all the attention the other ones have gotten, they would know better than to do the exact same thing! And now he's gonna be on that list for the rest of his life."

"I can't say that I don't understand how they feel, though," Troy said. "I admit, if I were a weaker man, I probably would have succumbed to it as well."

"Y'know, I read that the feds are trying to get the creators of the Minimizer program to make a 'neutralizer'," Dawn stated. "Their plan is to inject it into those guys, and then it will--well--neutralize the program inside of them. That way, they can actually be placed in normal cells and not the heavy-duty ones they put them in now."

"That would be handy," Troy agreed. "Now, they have to keep close watch on them and make sure they don't escape, at least until their charges run out. ...Hey, if you were there in the mall, would you have stomped on him?"

"Probably... ...Not," Dawn answered. "Besides, I have you. Why'd I need to entertain some desperate perv?"

Troy laughed as he turned around, now facing her tall sole. "Yeah, you got a point. But aren't we both also pervs on some level?" He kissed her foot. "At least we can both be pervs together." Then, he licked her sole, his tongue tasting the slight salt of her flesh.

She giggled, before pulling both of her feet back and removing them from the table. However, her right foot approached him and caught him between its toes. She then crossed its leg over her left leg, her big and second toes keeping a pretty tight grip on his tiny body. Suspended in the air, he looked over at her; she rested her head against her hand, whose elbow in turn was resting on the couch's armrest. Her face wore a sultry expression, and her mouth was turned into a foxy smile.

She rocked her toes slightly. "I know it's getting late, and we both have to get back to the daily grind tomorrow, but before we call it a night, why don't you come back to the bedroom with me?"

Troy became excited. "Great idea! I can't think of a better way to send me off!"

"That's a lie and you know it," Dawn humored.

"Yeah, that's true. Anyway, why don't you gimme a ride there?"

"You got it, my tiny stud."

Dawn lowered her foot--and Troy--onto the carpeted floor. Keeping him pinned underneath her large foot momentarily, her toes finally lifted up, allowing him to pick himself up from the floor and stand up. Standing beside her foot, he turned towards it and planted a kiss on its big toe, before climbing aboard her foot and holding onto the toe.

After which, he heard the TV in the distance power off, before she herself stood up and began to walk out of the living room, through the front hall, and into the side hall. Her bare feet slapping against the floor, Troy held a tight hold onto her foot as she made her way down the hall and ultimately reached her bedroom.



Needless to say, after Troy brought himself back to his normal height, the two of them made fervent love in the bedroom. Their passions were driven by the very recent memories of that day's events: Dawn crushing a tiny person for the first time and Troy being crushed by a lady for the first time in a very long time, in addition to the myriad of ways Dawn had tread upon him hours before. The imagery was vivid, and their love inflamed, their sex was perhaps much more intense than it was the night before.

By the end of it, Troy wished he could stay over another night, but it was not possible, especially not while he still had Mitch's car. After relaxing in bed with her for a time, he decided that it was time for him to go home. After retrieving his belongings, Dawn led him out, and with a departing kiss, the two bid farewell for the night. As he drove through the darkened streets lit by the passing lights, his mind constantly replayed the evening's events. He even caught himself losing attention to the road; he was thankful that at well past 11:30pm, the roads were mostly inactive.

He pulled into his apartment complex's parking garage, and after locking the car, he made his way up to his apartment on the sixth floor. As he reached for his keys, he suddenly remembered Mitch's request to bring home pizza; in the fervor of his time with Dawn, it had completely slipped his mind. With it being so late at night, he doubted if any nearby would still be open, and even if they were, it was too late for him to go back out.

Shouldn't be a big deal, Troy thought to himself as he entered his apartment. He had probably forgotten all about it.

"What the hell, man...?" Mitch complained upon the revelation that Troy was minus one Italian pie.

~~~

Even throughout the busy week, Troy could not stop thinking of Dawn. Upon telling them, both Casey and Bill congratulated Troy for finally finding the woman of his dreams. For Troy's part, he was also a bit relieved that Bill did not have to offer his wife's services to him any longer, though he of course did not verbalize this to him. Casey also found herself rather jealous, that Dawn was able to enjoy smashing her man underfoot while she once again had to endure her boyfriend's playful wrath.

Unfortunately, Troy and Dawn were unable to meet for lunch during the week, nor did they see each other at all in the interim. According to Dawn, this only meant that once the weekend arrived, they would have to make up for the time they had lost while in each other's absence. Troy agreed, and slogged along in his daily tasks, waiting for the clock to strike 4:30pm on that Friday afternoon, Dawn's light at the end of the tunnel serving as his motivation.

Once the day had ended, he and Dawn--free from their weekly grinds for the next two days--met up at Troy's favorite diner and shared a meal together, talking and laughing about their work days and other subjects all the while. Of course, they kept their macro tendencies under wraps, away from the ears of any eavesdroppers. All the while, Dawn enthused about the food that the diner served, and vowed to make a return visit herself.

From there, with the evening still young, the two headed back to Dawn's abode...

Holding her purse and Troy's messenger bag--inside of which were, among other things, his cell phone, wallet, and keys--Dawn stepped out of the late-summer heat and into the coolness of her home. The interiors were silent, almost serene; the only sound at the moment mainly came from outside, and much of that was muffled. Dawn sighed in tired relief; among other things, she was happy that she was out of the office, away from the demands of her superiors, the incompetence of her clients, and the foolishness of her coworkers. The tech industry required a fortitude that was slowly but surely wearing away at her, though at the same time, it was a rewarding field that offered her a chance to put her skills to the test.

"...Gotta take the good with the bad, I suppose," Dawn said out loud.

Walking into the dining room to her right--its floor having since been cleansed of the blood and gore that stained it less than a week before--she placed the messenger bag flat onto the table inside. The curtains were still closed, and she contemplated opening them to let the sunlight shine in, but decided against it. It would be dark soon, anyway.

Dawn looked down towards the floor; or to be more specific, at her feet, clad in flat leather sandals.

"Alright, ride's over, little man," she said.

She almost had to squint to see him, but her eyes were able to make out the very tiny Troy stride out from between her toes and walk off of her sandal. While in the car but before they had left the diner, Troy had shrunken himself down to a measly one centimeter--the smallest that the Minimizer program would allow--and asked if he could hitch a ride on her foot as she drove home. She was rather surprised that he managed to survive the whole way through during the ride; being crushed could have sent him to whatever nearest respawn point he had, and without his phone or wallet on him, trying to contact her or anyone else may have proven difficult. She was also surprised that he managed to keep enough of a hold on her foot to not fall off once arriving, though that posed much less of an issue than the former, due to his respawn point in this very room.

Troy stumbled off of Dawn sandal, leaping down onto the hard floor below. At his very minuscule size, riding in her sandal was perhaps a very risky move, but it was one that he enjoyed immensely. Plus, he was now in her house, so there were no more worries about him getting sent back to his apartment's respawn point anymore.

After taking several more steps away from her foot, he turned around, coming face-to-face with her absolutely massive foot before him, so large that it was nearly mind-boggling. Her brown-skinned feet were donning tan sandals; unlike with her thongs, these simply had a strap going from one side of the shoe to the other on each foot. He craned his neck upward, finding her bare legs below her knee-length orange-yellow dress, over which was a brown leather belt around her waist, and completing the ensemble was a light white jacket that she wore over it. Though he could hardly see her head past her breasts due to how tiny he was compared to her, she also currently wore her hair in a ponytail, leaving only a few curls hanging over her forehead. He kept thinking it to himself, but she truly was a beautiful woman, or perhaps "goddess" was a more apt term; he was almost unworthy of being in Dawn's radiance.

"So, how was the ride, little man?" she asked, her voice booming all over.

"It was great!!" Troy cupped his hands around his mouth as he yelled back his answer.

"...Oh, wait. You're so small I can't even hear you." She kneeled down over him, bringing her youthful brown-skinned face closer to ground level. Her dark brown eyes were locked right onto him. "Try again."

"It was great!!!" Troy repeated even louder.

"Hmm..." Dawn formed a puzzled expression on her face. "Still can't really hear you, but whatever. I know you had fun in between my toes."

With her right hand, she reached down and began to poke and prod at his body. While she was not exerting any force at all, the sheer size difference between them still made her push him around.

"Guess we'll be hanging out here again tonight," she said as her fingernail bumped his chest. "You said not having a change of clothes wasn't a big deal, so I'll hold you to that."

It was true. Troy had nothing but the clothes he wore to work that day. Luckily, his red polo shirt and beige Khaki pants were picked for comfort in anticipation for this day, as well as to make his workday more pleasant. Though he could just as easily sleep in just his undergarments when it came time to.

"I'll keep your stuff in here," Dawn said. "...And I think it's time I unwind a bit, too. I'm gonna take a quick trip into my room. Wanna come?"

"Yeah!!" Troy shouted with an eager nod.

Then, with a sly smirk, she curled her finger back and held its tip with her thumb. "Too bad," she mocked.

The thumb released its restraint of her finger, which launched its tip right at Troy's body. Though it wasn't a hard hit, it was enough to send him flying halfway across the room, and he just as quickly hit the wooden floor and tumbled back a bit.

Before he could recover, Dawn had stood back upright and began to walk directly towards him, her crashing footsteps rocking his entire world; at his scale, they were more akin to mini-earthquakes. He did not have time to move before the sole of her sandal covered him in its shadow and quickly stepped down, crushing him into a red paste beneath its weight.

Dawn did not break her stride as she tread on the mite-sized man below her; she could barely even feel his body crunch as she did so. She briefly looked at the floor behind her as she left the dining room, finding a tiny splotch of blood in her wake, before resuming her focus ahead of her as she made a right turn and trekked back into her bedroom.



Four minutes after his temporary death, Troy returned to the dining room, in the same spot in which he had resurrected many times the previous Sunday. Almost immediately, he noticed Dawn standing some distance before him in front of the entrance. It was clear that she was awaiting his return, and in the time while he was away, she had shed her jacket and her sandals.

"Alright, you're back," she said to him. "...Not that I expected anything else, but still."

She approached him, her footsteps once again like heavy tremors that only grew more intense as she approach. He quite nearly lost his balance, even. Before he knew it, she was standing right over him, her very being more like a mountain in comparison to his still 1cm-high body. He could not help but shiver; he wondered if she took notice.

"I'd love to climb her," Troy said to himself.

"As you've probably noticed," she started, "I took my shoes off. I know you love being crushed with sandals, so I was happy to indulge last time. But now, I want to actually feel you burst apart."

"I'm fine either way," Troy yelled up, knowing full well that she couldn't hear him.

"...But you're a teeny bit too small for me to feel anything!" Dawn exclaimed. "I think even my pinky toe could smush you. I should try it..."

"Yeah, please!" Troy cheered.

"...But no. That'd be too hard. I'll just do it with my big toe." After saying this, she moved her right foot over to where he was. She kept her four smaller toes set on the floor, while the biggest one was held over him, like a fleshy ceiling primed to fall at a moment's notice. "Are you gonna try to run from this? I'll give you to the count of three, and if you're still under my toe by then, well... You know. ...One."

Troy briefly wondered if he should try to humor her by escaping. Even at his size, it would probably not take long for him to escape its grasp.

"Two..." she counted.

He did not have long to keep pondering, and so he simply spun around and bolted from its shadow, and none too soon at that.

"Three!"

Dawn's toe crashed down right behind him, so close that he felt it brush against his backside.

"I see you decided to run," she said. "Wise, but at the same time, pretty dumb. It's not like you can get away, right?"

"I wouldn't dream of it!" Troy shouted back at her as he continued to run from her.

"I mean, you've probably using as much energy as you can to get as far as you are now," Dawn said as she watched him. "But I can easily catch up with you in literally one step."

To prove her point, she brought her left foot over and placed it a bit besides him to his left. The purpose was not to crush him with it but to intimidate. ...Though he admitted that it would have been much more intimidating if this was nonconsensual, but the idea was there. As he continued to run, he looked back just in time to see her right foot being brought over to him as well. Again, he was cloaked by its shadow as most of the foot settled onto the wooden floor, except for her big toe under which he was now running.

"Okay, that was two steps," Dawn confessed. "...Or, it will be two steps once I finish the second one. I wonder if you can get out this time."

Despite seeming like a foregone conclusion, Troy still kept up his efforts.

"...Nah!" The toe quickly lowered, and its weight knocked Troy off of his feet and onto the floor. It did not relent; it pressed down as hard as it could, and Troy was painfully squeezed flat between it and the floor until he was reduced to a red stain on the floor.

Dawn exerted a bit of force on her toe as she felt his body pop underneath it. Then, she pulled it back, drawing a red line with its movement.

"They say, X marks the spot," she said as she manipulated her toe below to draw a small red X on the floor. As she nearly finished the second line, Troy's rent corpse rolled off of the underside of her toe, the force that she used rolling what remained of him into a sort of tiny bloody cylinder. She brought her toe down onto it and grinding it into the floor, relishing in the minute crunching that she felt against her sensitive skin.



Four minutes after his death, Troy returned, all too eager for more of what Dawn has to offer him. He craned his neck upward, towards the face of his muse standing nearby. Her mouth shifted into a smirk, before she began to slowly approach him. Troy chuckled, and ran off once more.

He noticed a red cross on the floor some ways away. It looked as if it was made with blood... His blood. He wondered what other "art" she could make from his life fluids.

"Man, I'm barely even moving, and I'm still keeping up with you," Dawn said behind him.

Troy briefly glanced behind him, and sure enough, the ebony giant was still on his tail, even with her steady stride. In fact, she was even gaining on him. He was too small to have any hope of getting away from her.

He loved that feeling most of all. The feeling of completely helplessness at the inevitability of his demise.

"Oh look, I caught up," Dawn said, before she moved her right foot over his fleeing body.

Beneath its shadow, Troy had just barely enough time to look up at her sole--and the smudge of blood on its big toe from his previous death--before it stepped down, mashing him flat underneath.

"I definitely felt that, though," she purred to herself as she kept her foot in place for several seconds, keeping what remained of Troy pinned against the hard floor, the weight of her body gradually compressing him ever more.

She picked her foot up from the floor and held it behind her. Troy's mite-sized form was smushed completely on the ball of her sole, in the middle of a blood splatter that left its mark on the floor as well. Especially at how small he was, she could not help but awe at how fragile he was, that even with the lightest of movements, he could still be destroyed in such a manner. It made his surviving the drive home all the more impressive to her.

Yet, despite the thrill of the absolute raw power she had over him, she did not see much use for him at this size. He was completely helpless.

Lowering her foot back on the floor, she made her way towards the kitchen, trampling him with each step of her right foot that marked a small red smear as it hit the floor.



Soon, Troy returned. At the same time, Dawn walked out of the kitchen, and immediately spotted his resurrected form on the floor.

"Alright," she said, her tone becoming more commanding. "That's enough of the micro business. I want you to make yourself a bit bigger. Make yourself two inches tall."

Troy nodded and did as she ordered. Bringing up the Minimizer control panel, he manipulated the size setting and then grew himself to her requested size. The room around him--including Dawn--shrunk a bit, but not by much, as everything still towered over him.

"Good," Dawn said as she walked closer to the table. There, she pulled out a chair from underneath it and turned it towards him, before sitting down on it. "Get over here." She pointed down towards her feet.

"Yes, ma'am!" Troy gleefully said as he approached her brown-skinned feet.

"Ugh, don't call me 'ma'am'," she complained. "That makes me sound old."

"Well, you are older than me," Troy stated in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Only by five years!" Dawn exclaimed.

"And you don't look a day over twenty-five," Troy complemented as he reached her foot. "Anyway, what do you want me to do?"

She wiggled her toes slightly. "I want you to do what you do best. ...Aside from being squished, that is."

Troy immediately got the hint. "Yes, ma- ...My goddess."

Throwing himself at her left foot, he went to work kissing and licking on her massive toes, still bearing the French pedicure she's had since he's known her. Dawn leaned forward as she watched him orally service her foot in any way he could. He kissed her skin and nails, licked the skin between her toes, and even nibbled in some cases; though at his size, her skin was too tough and he may have broken his teeth if he kept it up.

Dawn lifted her toes, which Troy took as a sign to worship underneath. Getting on his knees, he held onto her second toe with both hands as he licked and kissed the skin. His tongue was even able to work its way into the ridges of its toe print, and he allowed it to follow along through its grooves. Dawn's foot twitched in response, and he heard a giggle from above. Troy took this as encouragement and continued on, soon moving to her other toes to do the same. Even with his tongue drying up, he kept going on, as several minutes passed in the meanwhile.

"Wow, you're a good little foot slave, aren't you?" lauded Dawn. "Big or small, you really know how to make my feet feel appreciated."

Troy pulled himself away from her left pinky toe. "Hell yeah! They- well, you deserve it."

"Yeah, you got that right. And I'm glad I have such a tiny prince to do it!"

"You mean 'slave'?" Troy humored.

"Tomayto, tomahto. Anyway, that's enough worship from you, my little subject. Time for you to lay your life down for your queen."

"I would be honored, my queen," Troy said, before walking over and kissing the nail of her left big toe.

Dawn laughed. "That's good, very good."

She kicked her foot, not with much force, but enough to hurl Troy several feet away from her. In no real pain, Troy quickly picked himself up from the floor and, as Dawn herself stood from her seat, once again ran off. This time, being much closer to the table in the center of the room than before, he ran underneath it. Taking refuge behind the wooden legs of one of the chairs, he watched as she stepped closer.

"You really think I can't get your little ass?" Dawn said.

"Yeah, I wanna see you try!!" Troy cockily yelled out.

"Oooh!!" She grunted. "You're in for it now!"

Getting on her hands and knees, Dawn crawled underneath the table and attempted to reach for Troy. Troy, however, quickly avoided her grasp and dashed to another chair leg. Peeking out from behind it, he watched as she crawled further in and went for him. Again, he dodged her hand as it grabbed ahold of the leg that he was behind. He headed for another leg, only to be stopped in his tracks by her other hand falling into his path. He tried to run around it, but it quickly moved and slapped him onto the floor. Pinned against her palm and the wood, he tried to crawl out from underneath, but the only movement he felt was him being pulled back as her fingers curled around his body. Before long, he was being held in the palm of her hand as she returned to her feet. Her billboard-like face looked down upon him, her mouth curved into a slight playful smile.

"Told you I could get you," she said.

"Yeah, you were right," Troy admitted.

With her other hand's finger, she jabbed and poked at his stomach, the massive digit exerting almost enough force to hurl his insides out.

"I can actually feel your bones now," she said. "Unlike before when you were like a dust mite. ...I really can't wait to feel how it feels when I'm breaking your little body apart...!"

"Well, you still hafta catch me!" Troy said. Taking advantage of the break her finger took from his body, he quickly stood up and leapt off of her hand, falling the several dozen stories worth onto the floor below. If it were not for his small size, such a fall would have easily been fatal, but he hit the floor with no major injuries at all. In fact, he even landed on his feet, though he experienced a bit of recoil. After brushing it off, his feet went to work once more, putting him into another sprint.

"You're gonna make me work for this, huh?" Dawn said, rather amused. "...I like that."

Dawn went on the chase, following after him with a slow pace. Troy considered going for the table again, but he decided against it. However, with that eliminated, he was left with practically no places within reach to hide. The other furniture in the room were all arranged against the walls, and thus too far away. There was no way he would reach them. Not before being smashed, that is.

He was brought out of his rumination as he noticed the familiar shadow of Dawn's foot around him. Thinking quickly, he made a leap to his left, jumping out of the way just as her left foot struck. The entrance into the house's side hallway was far ahead of him. Thinking nothing much about it, he dashed in its general direction; he figured that if he made it, he would chalk it up to a victory for him regardless of what happens afterwards.

It seemed as if Dawn had sensed that, as she stomped down right in front of him, so close that Troy could not avoid crashing into the heel of her foot, the impact knocking him down onto the floor. However, he quickly picked himself up--taking a quick peak up Dawn's dress in the process--and ran around her foot to resume his sprint towards the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dawn asked.

"Out there!!" Troy yelled back.

"That's what you think."

With a swipe of her foot, Dawn hit Troy, knocking him on his back onto the floor to his right. As he tried to get back up, Dawn stepped on his lower torso and legs, not with an intent to crush but to keep him in place. His lower body was caught under the ball of her right foot, while the rest of him poked out from the side.

"Can you free yourself?" Dawn asked, looking down on him with playful arrogance. "Go on. Try, little man."

Troy did indeed try. He exerted as much strength as he could to get himself free, even trying to push against her foot to give himself support. His efforts were in vain; there was just too much pressure on him for it to be possible. In fact, she was even slowly and steadily increasing the amount of pressure upon his body, and the pain began to sear up as she did so. However, she was careful; it seemed that she was stopping just short of crushing him, at least for the moment.

Still, Troy continued, struggling for what seemed like minutes. He was surprised that she kept it up for so long.

After another minute, she finally lifted the side of her foot slightly, causing him to shoot out somewhat from underneath due to his own strength.

"Guess not," Dawn said.

Troy laughed as he brushed off the aching and stood up once more. Again, he went on the run, heading toward his target once more.

"Hold up, I'm not done with you yet," she said, before her heel once again appeared before him.

Instead of hitting the ground, it shot back at him, hitting him in his head and chest with moderate force and sending him flying backwards. He hit and then laid on the floor some distance further than where he had originally started, thus undoing his progress and then some. He rubbed his aching nose, and found a smear of blood on his fingers, no doubt an injury from the impact.

After approaching him, Dawn stood over him, both feet placed on the ground as she held her fists on her waist. As he looked up at her he could not help but marvel in her magnificence. She really, truly was a wonderful giantess; unlike with Dorothy who had to learn along the way, Dawn had an all-too-clear love of the role she was playing. She was the boss, and she knew it.

She picked her right foot off the floor, and lowered its big toe onto his face, pressing it against his face and then cheek, pinning his head against the hard wood below him.

"Looks like I win again, little man," Dawn said as her gigantic toe prodded his head.

"I didn't expect anything else," Troy responded. "Guess it's time for your prize, huh?"

"Damn straight." Her toe pressed against the side of his head even harder. "I'm really fighting the urge to squish your head like a grape right now. ...But I'll do that later."

She removed her toe from his head, leaving it ringing with the headache that it had inflicted. However, before he could do anything else, she lowered her entire foot onto his body, pinning him under the ball of the foot. Pressed against the heavy ceiling of flesh and the hard floor, Troy could not move himself at all; he could--and did--move his limbs about, but otherwise he was completely immobilized. He could see nothing but darkness around him, smell nothing but the slight scent of her foot, and taste nothing but her flesh.

"Oooh..." He heard her speak. "You feel really good right now. If you're trying to get out from under there, then keep trying."

Dawn was clearly taking pleasure in his minute movements. This session was akin to a cat playing with its live prey before going for the kill, and Troy loved every moment of it. So much so that, as much as he could, he went to licking her sole. His face being pressed right into her flesh made it difficult for him to breathe, but he did not care.

Dawn giggled. "H-hey! I didn't ask for all that! Okay, now it's really time for you to go splat!"

"Go right ahead," Troy said.

Whether in response to him or not, the pressure upon him began to increase by the ton. The weight started with his feet and shins, crushing both quite easily. Then, it slowly but surely rolled upward like a steamroller, soon smashing his pelvis and genitalia; even with the numbing feature it was still incredibly painful, and the pain just became even more intense as his chest fell under the pressure, his ribs shattered and even punctured into his lungs. In fact, he could even feel his body tearing itself apart under her force, and he could hear the sound of every bone in his body cracking and breaking. It was a slow, agonizing death, and yet Troy took great delight in it, even as his eyes watered and as the pressure rolled up to his head, crushing it too underneath.

Crushing Troy slowly, Dawn relished in the feeling of the tiny man's body flattening and breaking apart under her bare foot. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt his bones crunch and his body burst into a wet and sticky liquid. She loved how it felt; at two inches tall, he was both big enough for her to feel almost everything, and yet still small enough to be easily rent asunder with little effort.

After her foot settled on the floor, she focused her attention downward and continued by grinding her foot to twist and pulverize his remains into an unrecognizable mess. Starting slowly, her foot gradually picked up some speed as she ground Troy; more bones of his crunched in the process, and the blood that was being spread around squished and oozed with each twist of her foot, a significant amount of which was even spurting out from under the ball of her foot. Yet, she did not stop, not until she felt she was satisfied with turning him into purée.

After a minute, she finally ceased and removed her foot and then bent over so that she may examine what was left behind. Troy... One would ask "What Troy?" upon seeing the red smear of blood, organs, bone, and cloth left in its wake. He was completely and utterly demolished, and this time only by her bare foot; had she worn shoes, he would have been destroyed even further.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Dawn staggered to the chair and sat down on it. There, she waited for Troy to return, so that she may do it to him again, and again, and again. ...Though she figured that she would also have to think of other ways to crush him to keep things fresh.

"I'll think of something, she said, just as the bluish light appeared on the floor, from which the repaired Troy spawned.

Troy briefly looked around himself before quickly spotting her. With a very happy grin, he brought his hand up and gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled warmly in response.

After a brief break and some chatter, the two resumed their game of cat-and-mouse.

~~~

The approximately one-and-a-half-inch Troy sat on Dawn's bed, watching as she pulled her white athletic tank top over her chest. It matched very well with her white jogging shorts and the white sweatband that sat on her dresser. All contrasted quite well against her brown skin.

The two spent the better part of the previous evening macro-playing, before relaxing and then heading off to bed together. Morning seemed to come rather quickly; in fact, it was actually pretty early, at least as far as his own Saturdays went: it was just after eight. It was his first time seeing Dawn's Saturday morning routine, and according to her, she led it off with a jog around her neighborhood.

She once again tied most of her naturally-curly hair into a ponytail. "So, I'll be gone for a little bit."

"Aww man, what am I gonna do without you?" Troy half-jokingly moaned. "I'll go crazy without your beautiful big feet to keep me company."

"You'll live," Dawn said.

"By the way, when can I paint your nails?" Troy asked.

"I have to buy some polish first," Dawn answered. "I haven't had any in a while, because I've been getting French pedis at the pedicurist for a while."

"Well, I can't complain." He looked straight towards her bare feet. "It looks great on you."

Dawn laughed softly. "I know, but thanks. But what colors do you like?"

"Shoot, any color," Troy answered. "But I think pink would fit best on you."

"I like a nice sky blue," Dawn said as she approached her bed.

"Well, that's your favorite color, so I'm not surprised. I can picture you with either. Or both, alternating with each nail."

"I guess that's nice, but I prefer to stick with one color," Dawn said as she kneeled down at her bed and reached for something underneath. "Plus, it's a violation of the dress code at my office. We're lucky they even let us wear flip-flops."

Troy watched as from under the bed, she pulled out a pair of white running shoes. Sitting on the floor, she grabbed the left shoe and slid her foot into it.

"No socks?" Troy noticed.

"Nah, I don't really like socks," Dawn said.

After tying the laces on her left shoe, she reached for its companion. At that point, Troy had a sudden thought.

"Hey," he said. "I just got an idea. Why don't I come with you?"

Dawn turned her head towards him, an inquisitive expression on her face. "What, you wanna jog with me. In your work clothes and shoes?"

Troy waved both his hands in front of him. "No, no. I mean, I can ride along with you. In your shoe."

She laughed. "Oh, right. I should have known. But you'll be trapped completely inside. What if I crush you by accident?"

"It's not the first time I've rode in someone's shoe, even yours. Plus, my nearest Respawn point is in this house, so if you do crush me, I'll just wait here."

"Hmm..." Dawn looked from him, to her free shoe, and then towards the general direction of the floor to her left, as if she was mulling her decision over. "...What the hell," she said as she looked back to Troy. "Let's do it."

Troy became excited. "Great!"

Dawn smiled. "Well, I'll be happy having you with me every step of the way. ...That sounded corny, didn't it?"

"Yes."

She shrugged. "Whatever." She reached over and picked up Troy with her thumb and finger from her bed. She held him in front of her face briefly, and after a short and soft laugh, she moved him over the mouth of her right shoe and then dropped him inside of it.

Landing on the insole of her sneaker, Troy could smell the accumulative scent of her foot, the result of what he could only guess was of countless times of her wearing these shoes barefoot while running. He could even make out her foot- and toe-prints in the insole, though the darkness prevented him from seeing much of them as they faded into the darkness ahead.

"Alright, if you don't want to be smushed right away," Dawn said, her head looming high above, "then you need to get to the end of my shoe."

"Alright!" Troy shouted up at her before doing as she said, walking out of the light and into the darkness of her shoe. Further inside, the smell--becoming more like a stench at that point--became more powerful. Luckily, the odor was not too intense; at least, not intense enough to make him regret his decision. As he walked, he could feel the depression in her insole caused by her toes; it almost made him stumble over.

"Are you ready?" Dawn asked.

Troy had reached the far end of the shoe. "Yeah, I'm ready!!" Troy yelled out, before lying down against the cloth wall.

"Alright, here comes my foot."

Troy felt the show move somewhat around him, and watched as the light from the outside room became blocked by a large object. Said object ended up being her foot, which worked its way inside. Troy could only see her toes and part of her instep before the foot completely blocked all light and leaving him in darkness. He heard the sound of her skin rubbing against the insole, and soon could even feel the body heat emanating from her toes as they reached him. He expected to be pressed against the end of her shoe by her toes, but they just barely stopped short of that; seemed that her shoe offer her foot a bit of wiggle room, so to speak.

He wished he could make himself slightly bigger, but he was unsure if the Minimizer program would allow it; before enlarging someone, the program would do a brief preliminary scan to check if there was enough room for them to grow in. This was a safety measure added to ensure that shrunken people do not kill their "host" via growing inside of them and rupturing out of their bodies. Or, in Troy's case, be left with the smallest of gaps between him and Dawn's toes.

"All-right, my little shoe pebble," he heard Dawn's voice speak, muffled through the shoe. "Time for us to hit the road! Oh, and you die in there and mess up my shoes, I'll come home and kill you."

"You're just encouraging me," Troy muttered.

Soon, his world began to move, rocking back and forth and slanting upward and downward. With an upward slant, he slid into her toes; with a downward one, he hit the wall. Before he could even begin to get his bearings, the process repeated: hitting her toes - hitting the wall - hitting her toes - hitting the wall - her toes - the wall. Already, this was proving to be quite a wild ride, and Dawn had not even started jogging yet; he could only wonder how intense things would get for him once she began.

He would not have to wait long, as after the movement around him came to a brief stop, it started up again with much intensity. The sloping alternated wildly back and forth, and he was constantly being tossed from her toes to the cloth and then back again. He even started rolling and was even for split seconds being sent airborne as he collided between both hard objects. At one point, he was briefly pinned by her toes before they lifted and released him to the whims of her hustle. Occasionally, he would hear Dawns muffled voice shout greetings to what he assumed were her neighbors; neighbors who were completely unaware that she was carrying a tiny passenger inside of her shoe.

Troy had long since lost track of time, but part of him had started regretting his decision to stow away inside of Dawn's shoe. As she continued jogging, his containment began to reek of a warm mustiness that caused him to sweat and made it difficult to breathe, not that he had much air from the get-go. His clothes, already somewhat dirty from being worn for the entirely of the previous day, began to get wet with sweat, both from his own body and from the toes, which splattered onto him each time he was hurled to the wall, and also rubbed off on him whenever he made contact with them.

At one point, he even tried to capture some of the drops into his mouth, as the whole ordeal was making him thirsty. The warm, salty perspiration did little to quench him, but at the moment, it was all he had. As Dawn continue running with no break, he could do nothing but endure the ride and the smell, and wait for light and fresh to grant him release from his humid prison.

~~~

It was a good run, Dawn thought to herself as she strolled to her house's front door. In the warm, morning weather outside, she managed to get in nearly two-and-a-half miles worth of jogging, a personal best for her. She was very satisfied with herself. ...And also very tired and thirsty.

Once inside of her house, she made a beeline to the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of water inside and chugged down half of its contents. Taking a breath to exhale, she walked out of the kitchen and through the doorway into the dining room. As her running shoes created heavy footsteps against the wood, she instinctively looked towards the floor. There was nothing there; of course not, she thought. Troy was inside of her shoe, and she could feel that he was still intact. However, he was just barely moving; she wondered if he had suffocated, and if so, how long ago did it happen.

After pulling out one of the dining room table's chairs, she sat down, put her bottled water onto the floor, and reached down to untie her right shoe. With the laces loose, she pulled the shoe off, releasing her damp bare foot from within. She turned her shoe over, and almost immediately after, the tiny Troy tumbled out and fell onto the floor. She looked down at him; he laid almost lifeless on the floor, his breathing subdued and his clothes damp.

"I wonder if it was too much for him?" she asked herself as she diligently kept watch for any further movement from her fatigued little man.

After a minute or so passed, Troy finally stirred to life, his chest expanding and retracting as he began to breathe in the fresh, cool air around him. He slowly opened his eyes, finding Dawn sitting on a chair over him. He touched his chest, finding it wet with sweat from both him and Dawn, and his mouth was almost too dry to speak.

With a smile, Dawn reached over to the table and grabbed a bottle of water from it. She twisted off its cap and poured a bit of the liquid into it, and then reached down to the floor and placed the cap onto it by his head. Mustering as much strength as he could, he picked himself up and staggered over to the giant cap, which was more like a tub to him; there, he took in water with both hands and splashed the cool beverage into his mouth with ceaseless abandon. He delighted in the taste; after having nothing but Dawn's foot sweat for a period, this fresh water was like a sweet wine to him.

"Man, it must have been really rough in there!" a mesmerized Dawn remarked.

Troy nodded. "Definitely! You gave both of us a workout!"

"Honestly, I'm surprised you survived. I thought for sure you'd run out of air and suffocate. ...Not that it would have been much of an issue, but still."

"Yeah, I thought I'd die as well," Troy said between drinks. "It's funny... The program will revive you no matter what while you're under the effects of it, but if the same thing happened while you were big, then you're just S.O.L."

"Hm, yeah. So, how was it? And be honest, like I always say."

"Honestly? ...I... don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon."

"Aww... Didn't like being in my shoe, little guy?" she coddled as she rubbed his body with her toe.

"Oh, I loved being in your shoe, and I'd like to do it again. ...But without the exercise. Got any good flats?"

"I have a few pairs," she answered.

"Well, next time, when you want to just go for a walk, I'll ride along inside of those," Troy said. "...Or you can wear flip-flops and tie me to them."

"You got it, little man," Dawn said with a happy nod, before picking up her empty shoe and standing up. "Anyway, I'm gonna shower and make some breakfast. You sit tight and rest a bit, and when I get out, I wanna go over our plans for the day."

"You got it, my great goddess," Troy said.

Dawn giggled, before stepping over him and walking out of the room via the side hallway, the slapping of her bare right foot and the banging of her shoe-clad ped alternating against the floorboard. Troy was partially surprised that she didn't opt to crush him, but he figured that she decided to give him a break for the meantime.

Returning to his beverage, Troy's mind began to wander. He already had an idea of what she had in store, as she had mentioned it earlier that morning. She wanted the two of them to go on a double date with a friend and her boyfriend. According to her, neither of them were into macro, so it would simply be a regular outing; not that he expected any different, nor he did mind at all. Of course, he would have to swing by his apartment to shower himself and pick up a fresh set of clothes, as the attire he wore was in clear need of a visit to the laundromat. As Dawn had never been to his apartment, he figured that it would be a great excuse to bring her there, and for her to meet his own friend and roommate, Mitch.

...And perhaps also christen their budding relationship with his blood in his room.

~~~

"...And here we are," Troy said, having led Dawn through his complex and to the door leading into this apartment.

Dawn inquisitively looked around the hall. "It's kind of quiet. You aren't the only one on this floor, right?"

Troy shook his head as he dug for his key in his pocket. "There's three other apartments on this floor that are occupied, but they barely make any noise. That's a good thing, except when they're banging on the door because Mitch is being loud."

Dawn nodded teasingly. "Ahh... So YOU'RE the troublemakers on this floor!"

"Hey, not me. I'm a saint. It's my roomie who does all of that."

"A 'saint', huh? I dunno know about that."

Troy shot her a humoring look, before inserting and turning the key into the door, which then allowed entry into the apartment. He stepped inside first, and held the door open for Dawn to enter, her flip-flops slapping against the hard floor as she stepped inside. After closing the door, he almost immediately noticed Mitch sitting at the couch, playing the science-fiction shooter Destiny on his Xbox One. He glanced behind to see that they had entered, and then paused the gameplay.

"Look who finally showed up!" Mitch japed as he turned around on the couch. "I thought you were gonna stay out all weekend."

"Well, I need to get a change of clothes... Anyway, Dawn, this is my roommate Mitch. Mitch, Dawn."

Dawn stepped ahead and the two of them shook hands.

"Nice to meet you, Mitch," Dawn said.

"Same here," Mitch replied. "So nice to finally meet the babe who's been keeping Troy-boy busy."

"Oh yes, we've been very busy! Isn't that right, 'Troy-boy'?" She teased as she turned to Troy.

"Hahaha." Troy faked. "...But yeah. We've been having a lot of fun," he told Mitch as he embraced Dawn's waist from behind, "and she's a blast to be around. And under." He smirked.

"Yeah, Troy's been looking for someone to step on him for a long time," Mitch stated. "To tell you the truth, I thought he was gonna go crazy when no one bit the bait he was throwing out."

"Oh my!" Dawn said in surprise, though Troy could tell that much of it was feigning.

"But I'm glad he finally reeled one in, and--if you don't mind me saying this--you're a pretty good-lookin' lady yourself."

"Thanks, Mitch!" Dawn said. "You'll be happy to know that your roomie is in great hands!" She turned her head and kissed Troy on his cheek.

"By the by," Mitch started, "I know you like crushing him, but you ever consider swallowing him?"

Dawn shook her head. "Nope. I don't eat bugs."

A slightly disappointed frown formed on Mitch's face. "...Yep. You two are perfect for each other."

Troy whispered into Dawn's ear. "He's likes vore."

"Yeah, I know," Dawn whispered back.

"Anyway, what brings you both back here?" Mitch asked. "Not just to meet me. ...Right?"

"We came back so I can get a fresh set of clothes," Troy answered as he released his arms from Dawn. "And shower."

"We're going on a double date with a friend of mine and her boyfriend later," Dawn added. "The clothes he have on now are filthy." She pat Troy on the chest a few times. "So he needs to change!"

"Yeah, now that I look, you look like you've been through the ringer," Mitch observed.

"C'mon, they're not that dirty," Troy said. "...But I do need to get out of them, and get into something more comfortable."

"Oh, while you're showering, where do you want me to hang out?" Dawn asked.

"Out here with Mitch," Troy answered. "...Or you can wait in my bedroom. It's the first door on the left. Your choice."

"Hmm..." Dawn pondered over her decision, before her attention was captured by the television. "What're you playing, Mitch?"

"Destiny," Mitch answered. "You a fan?"

"Nah. I don't have an Xbox. I've always been a Playstation person." She walked ahead around the couch and approached the game shelf, where she examined their collection. "...Dark Souls... Catherine... NIER... Oh! You have Soulcalibur V. I know a lot of people hate it because it got rid of the fan favorites, but I think it's pretty solid."

"Care to go a few rounds, then?" Mitch challenged. "But I'm warning you: I'm good."

Dawn scoffed as she pulled the game case from the shelf. "Puh-leeze. I've been playing video games since you were in diapers!" She turned around to face him. "I cut my teeth playing Mario, Mega Man, Punch-Out, Contra, and Zelda on the NES. I'll be more than you can handle."

Mitch was clearly amused by her confidence. "Heh. You're on."

As Mitch stood up to make the preparations for their game--which included powering on their Playstation 3 and retrieving both PS3 controllers--Troy turned around and started to walk into the back hallway. "I'll leave you guys to that, then." He already knew what the outcome would be, but decided not to say anything about it.

Troy walked into his bedroom and immediately kicked off his loafers, and put his belongings--his keys, wallet, and phone--onto his bed. Then, he walked to his closet and after opening it, culled through the hanging shirts before finding a brown short-sleeved button-up shirt that struck his fancy; it was slightly creased, but he determined that he would not need to iron it. Afterwards, he opened his drawer and picked out a pair of black jeans. Once grabbing other essentials--fresh underwear, socks, deodorant, body wash, etc.--he made his way out of the room. As he walked through the hallway, he could hear the sound of the game Mitch and Dawn were playing; he recognized the theme music that played on Soulcalibur V's character selection screen, and the sounds of both picking their combatants. He did not have much time to take it in before he arrived into the bathroom, which was the room next to his.

With a close of the door, Troy put his fresh clothes on the sink, and after starting up the shower's water, began to remove his dirty, smelly clothes and socks from his body. Then, after retrieving his towels and getting his soap and wash, he stepped into the shower.



Feeling refreshed and donning a clean set of clothes, Troy dumped his dirty outfit into the hamper labeled with his name on it. It was becoming rather full, and so he made a note to visit the laundromat tomorrow. After brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash, he stepped out into the hallway. He could hear Mitch talking, but no audible response from Dawn. Before he could wonder the reason behind it, he found the woman in question sitting on his bed in his room.

"There you are," Dawn said with a smile. "You look real nice. All fresh and clean."

"Thanks," Troy replied. "You're not playing the game with Mitch anymore?"

"We played several matched, but then one of his friends called. I think it was a girl. So I decided to give him some privacy."

"Probably one of his 'predators'." He shrugged. "Anyway, who won?"

"He won every match." Dawn sighed wearily.

Troy laughed softly at the expected result. "Yeah, I figured. He's pretty good at Soulcalibur. Too good. That's why I stopped playing him."

Dawn giggled. "Yeah, it was a really humbling experience. ...So, we still have a bit of time before we have to meet up with Francine. What do you want to do now?"

Troy already knew the answer to that question. He closed the door--locked it, even--and began to approach her on the bed.

"...Oh," Dawn said in a tone that was a mix of realization and seduction. "I see." With a cunning smile, she kicked off her flip-flops and laid back on his bed with her feet hanging over the side.

Admittedly, this was not exactly what Troy had in mind, but he decided to go along with it. Upon reaching her, he kneeled completely onto the floor and grabbed her left foot, and began to rub and caress it.

Dawn seemed a bit surprised as she sat up. "...Oh, you're going right for my feet. Well, I'm not complaining."

Troy continued to massage her foot, his fingers working the skin of both sides of her foot, its brown skin on top and its soft pale sole below. His fingers intersected between each of her toes and rubbed between them; he rubbed both thumbs on the ball of her sole; he slowly caressed her arch with the tip of his index finger and trailed along it back and forth. Meanwhile, Dawn had laid back down on the bed and was sighing in pleasure as Troy continued, eventually moving onto and doing the same with her right foot.

Minutes passed as Troy's firm hands massaged and rubbed her foot, and soon, after pulling it closer to his mouth and kissing it, he progressed to oral services. He peppered more kisses on her foot and toes, and pressed the sole of her foot onto his lips for a long kiss. He licked all along her sole and in between her toes, then switching to taking the digits into his mouth and suckling them, starting with her biggest one. Dawn continued to moan as his wet tongue fondled the tip and underside of her toe and lapped up its taste, or lack thereof. From her big toe, he moved on to its accompanying toes, his mouth spending time at each one until he reached her pinky toe. All the while, he could feel his excitement down below.

Troy pulled her toe out of his mouth. "You really have beau-"

"Beautiful feet?" Dawn interrupted. "Yeah, I know, I know." She giggled. "And your mouth always feels great on them. ...So does your face."

She pulled both her knees back slightly, before pressing the soles of both feet into his face. His vision was completely obscured by her large feet, and he could feel her pushing on him. Deciding not to fight it, he allowed her feet to push his head onto the floor, moving his body and limbs so that half of his body would be under the bed. With her feet placed firmly on top of his face, Troy simply just laid their and took it all in, even as she began to apply more pressure upon him. He even assisted her a bit by holding her ankles with both hands and pulling at them, as he started to lick as much as he could on her arches.

After a few minutes full of Troy's subservient worship and Dawn's giggling, she finally spoke. "You mind if I stand up?"

Finding it difficult to speak, Troy simply gave her a thumbs up to affirm her suggestion. He heard the springs of his mattress relieve of the weight upon them, and said weight was shifted onto his face, which bore the entirely of her 130-something-pound frame. To be honest, it actually hurt, even with the rug between the back of his head and the floor. However, he enjoyed every second of it, that he was being used as her personal footstool, his face pressed right into her soft soles.

Clearly trying to balance on him, she alternated lifting her heels, releasing some of the pressure on one side of his face, only for it to shift to the other foot still flat on his face. After the third time, she lost her balance and stumbled off of his face. Troy laughed in response, despite his aching face.

"Oops," she muttered.

Troy pointed his index finger up at her. "Ha-ha!!" He mocked, imitating the Simpsons character Nelson's infamous laugh.

"Oh hush, you." Dawn silenced him by planting her left foot right on his face, and pressed down on it. Despite not having her full weight on his head as before, the force she was exerting was still rather painful, especially his nose which seemed to be dealt the full brunt of her power.

Troy went to lick Dawn's heel, until three knocks at the door took them both by surprise.

"Yo, Troy!" Mitch called from the other side.

As Dawn removed her foot, Troy turned his head towards the door. "Yeah?! What is it?!"

"I'm about to go out with some friends, and I'm taking the car. You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine!" Troy answered.

"We have my car, so don't worry about us," Dawn said. "You go have fun with your peeps!"

"Alright. I'm not even gonna ask what you two are doing in there, but I guess you haven't shrunk yourself since you can respond to me," Mitch said. "But I'll be seeing you. And it was nice finally meeting you, Dawn."

"Same here, Mitch!" Dawn replied.

With the departing footsteps and then the sound of the door closing in the distance, it was clear that Mitch had left the apartment. Soon, it would be time for Troy and Dawn to do the same, but before that happened, Troy's original desire still burned within him: his desire of her crushing him in his room. He had not forgotten about it, but his worship of and subduing by Dawn's feet put it on the backburner of his mind until Mitch brought up shrinking.

He turned his head to the other side and kissed Dawn's ankle, before pulling himself out from underneath her and the bed and moving off of the rug surrounding his bed and onto the hard wooden floor.

"What are you planning now?" Dawn asked.

"I was thinking..." Troy said. "I've never actually been stepped on inside of my room. It sounds silly, but I would be honored if you'd... well, do the honor in marking this occasion."

Dawn grinned. "I would be honored," she humored.

"Alright...!" Troy sat up and touched his hand, bringing up the Minimizer's control panel which hovered between him and Dawn.

Dawn looked down at her flip-flops still on the floor. "You want me to put my flip-flops back on- Wait, that's a silly question. You do."

Troy nodded as his mouth formed a slight but delighted smile. "You know me well."

After walking over and sliding her feet back into their sandals, Dawn watched as Troy made the adjustments to his settings; or rather, that he kept the settings mostly as they were, but took a minute off of the respawn period and checked that his respawn point was set up in the bedroom. With everything set, he touched the "Shrink" button, and after the panel retracted into his body, he too was quickly reduced down to size, down to the one-and-a-half inch--or four centimeters--that he had been earlier that day.

As he stood to his feet on the hard floor, he saw his bedroom in an all new air. He contemplated several times before just shrinking himself while inside just to see how it would look from the bug's perspective, but he never got around to doing it until that moment. With his relatively small bedroom--especially in comparison to Dawn's--combined with everything he had inside and packed in somewhat close quarters, the room had a more congested feel to it, almost as if he was downtown where his job was.

And then, there was Dawn herself. Normally 5-foot-10, Troy could not even begin to measure her height in comparison to his. She whimsically looked back down at him, as he took in her appearance; her curly hair had since been released from its binding and hung down freely, and along with her black flip-flops, she donned a form-fitting short-sleeved shirt with large teal and brown horizontal stripes, blue denim capris. Like him, it was clear that she had also gotten comfortable for their outing.

"I'll never tire of seeing you small," Dawn said, taking a few steps closer, the slapping of her flip-flops reverberating through his world; his eyes were momentarily locked on her massive feet. "I'm sure you feel the same about me being your murderous giant."

Troy nodded gleefully. "Hell yeah!"

"So, you gonna run now?"

"Yep!" Troy answered. "I want you to crush me, but I don't want it to be an easy kill, even with your big feet."

Dawn scoffed playfully. "Little man, you're always an easy kill. Watch."

Before Troy could even react, Dawn's right foot quickly moved over above him and stepped down. Instinctively bracing himself, he had barely any chance to even take in his impending death before said death had occurred, and he was crushed into a red paste under her sandal.

Even with the swiftness with which she had stomped on Troy, Dawn could still hear and feel his bones audibly crumble under her foot's weight. Drops of red liquid splattered out front from beneath her flip-flop as her foot settled on the floor. Not relenting in the least, she exerted more force upon the spot on which he met his demise, slightly lifting her heel as she moved it from side to side to grind the shrunken man into a pulp. Her toes flexed as they moved, the sounds of wet crunching mixed with those of the friction of her rubber sole's motion against the floor, and she continued until she could feel that he was completely ground up.

She removed her foot from the spot, and then pulled her foot back twice against the floor, wiping a red streak of blood onto it each time. She looked down at the mess below, at what used to be a living human being but was now nothing more than a crimson splatter right next to her right foot's big toe. One that you would have to convince someone to believe was once human; or at least, you would have before Minimizer went on the market.

"Told you you were an easy kill," Dawn said to the splatter. The raw brutality of her kill, that she had so much absolute power over another human being set her off like nothing before.

With a satisfied sigh, she dug into her pocket and pulled out her smartphone. It was currently 1:12pm. They still had a good hour and a half before it was time to meet up with Francine and her boyfriend Xander. Needless to say, the wait would seem like a short one, so long as her tiny man, her foot slave and foot fodder, kept her entertained.

...Of course, she would have to clean her flip-flops--and her feet once she went barefoot--when it neared time to depart. Or she could simply swing by her house and swap them out for her turquoise thong sandals; she'd figure it out by then.

Seconds after Troy returned, resurrecting a bit further away, she gave him no reprieve or warning as she stomped down on him once again. The only thing he could say was "Oh-!" just before he was sent right back into the realm of death.

"That's just how easy it is," she proudly--and arrogantly--boasted to him as her sandal twisted him into a mangled mess on the floor once again.

~~~

That night, hours later, Troy and Dawn cuddled together on her bed, enjoying each other's company as they talked about the day's events, particularly of the outing with Francine and Xander. It was rather enjoyable, to say the least, though Troy and Xander did not establish much of a rapport. Despite that, they managed to stay engrossed for much of the day, in fact only arriving back at Dawn's house less than half an hour ago.

Frankly, by the end of it, Troy was happy to once again have Dawn to himself.

"...But it was fun," Dawn said. "It's always fun hanging out with Franny. What about you?"

"Yeah, she's a cool gal," Troy answered. "I could tell you two are really close. You said you knew her since you were kids, right?"

Dawn nodded.

"Man... All the people I grew up with--the ones I care about, at least--are all over the country."

"At least you have Mitch."

"Hah, right. He'll just keep dragging me to more vore parties. ...But I can see where you're coming from. Despite his faults, he's a pretty swell guy."

"So, what did you think about Xander?" Dawn asked. "Be honest, please."

Troy took a deep breath. "I guess he's alright. It was kind of hard to find something to talk about, since we don't have much in common. But he was kind of... demanding? Overbearing? He kept trying to tell me what was best for Francine, and trying to take control of the whole date. He even called himself trying to give me some life advice, which I never asked for."

Dawn sighed. "Yeah, he does that. Between you and me, I don't think he's right for her. The way he acts, I can tell that he's the type who wants everything to revolve around him, and he has little regard for anyone else's feelings."

"I think Francine said they were together for a bit over four months, right?"

"Yeah. Which is funny. Before, Franny wouldn't have accepted any of that bull. But she's 33 years old now, so I guess she feels that her clock is ticking."

"I feel she should hold out for a better guy," Troy commented. "...But in the end, that's her business. She does look happy with him. ...I think?"

Dawn shook her head in mild frustration. "The worm... I wish I could make him shrink and get rid of him. They'd never find the body." She flashed him an evil grin.

"Wouldn't he just come back?" Troy asked.

"No, no... I mean, shrink him myself, with something aside from the Minimizer program."

"Like a shrink ray?"

"Yes!" Dawn excitedly exclaimed as her palm pat his chest. "Or better yet, if I had some kind of superpower."

"I wanna say I'm surprised to hear that," Troy said with a short laugh. "But at least with the program, you can actually crush a tiny person."

"Yeah, that's true, and I'm really, really thankful for that," Dawn said. "But the person more-or-less has to be willing to shrink, and willing to let you do that to them. And they have control over when they want to cancel the shrinking." She moved a bit closer to Troy. "As it is, they know they'll be brought back to life, so there's no real fear of death should it happen. Personally, I like the idea of forcing it on them, and not giving them that control, or any ways to resurrect themselves."

Troy listened on.

"When I was little," she continued, "I used to gather up a bunch of bugs, put them on the concrete in my backyard, and stomp on them. All of them. I even made a game out of it. I would imagine that they were tiny people trying to escape from me, and the ones who managed to get far enough from me, I'd let them go." She chuckled lightly. "Of course, with bugs, you can only do so much. They don't have emotions, or really anything but an instinct of self-preservation. They're barely aware of what's going on around them, and they really won't notice that a big foot's coming down to crush them until it's already smashing them into the ground."

Troy found this information rather interesting. "And you did that all the time?"

"As much as I could, especially when it got warm out," Dawn answered. "But eventually, my mom told me to stop, because it was 'creepy'. ...I didn't though. I just did it when no one was at home, which became easier when I got old enough to be left home alone. ...And when I started living on my own." She smiled at him.

"You still do that?" Troy asked.

"Well, yeah. Not as often, and I don't even really need to now that you're around, but before I met you, I definitely did it. Mainly to vent my frustrations. Like when I broke up with my last boyfriend because he was a cheating ass, I found this big beetle outside, imagined that it was him, and that he was begging for his life and apologizing profusely for betraying me, but the only answer I had for him was my foot. I splattered him- it, all over the floor, and I found another bug and did it again and again until I felt better." Dawn sounded rather proud of that.

"And those poor innocent bugs paid the price," Troy joked. "But it's a shame you couldn't crush him for real."

"I know, right?!" Dawn exclaimed. "But I'm kind of getting off track. I really like shrinking someone against their will and without any resurrection gimmicks, and then watch as their hopes and dreams fade as I lift my foot over them and then stomp them flat. I've imagined it many times. I even imagined it when I was crushing you."

"I could fake that," Troy suggested.

Dawn shrugged. "I guess, but it wouldn't be the same. Don't get me wrong; I love that I can crush you at all. But I have this... fantasy. I would shrink and gather up a whole bunch of people--like, around fifty or even sixty of them--put them all on the floor of an enclosed room, and then going to town." She closed her eyes, and her breathing became a bit more frantic. Her vocal tone also became more intense. "There would be so many screams and pleading, but I wouldn't care. All I'd care about is splattering them all under my feet, chasing down every one and stepping on them. By the end of it, the whole floor would be painted red with their blood. There'd be one last person left, and I'd toy with him and tease him until I ended his life as well, crushing him nice and slowly, and then grinding his weak, pathetic little body into the floor like the bug that he is."

Troy was taken aback; he did not expect her having this deep dream of sheer gruesomeness. 'She really is like Melissa. Should I be careful?' he thought. "Whoa... That's just... dark," he spoke.

Dawn opened her eyes as she looked at him. She wore a rather sheepish smile on her face. "...Yeah. ...Well, it's just a fantasy. I... don't think I could do that in real life. ...Maybe? I dunno. Does that make me sound crazy?"

"Absolutely," Troy stated plainly. "...But I think that's part of your charm." He smiled.

"Aww..." She affectionately purred.

"Also, I'd be one of those tiny guys in the room. In fact, I'd be the last guy left."

"Would you?"

"Yep. You save the best for last, right?" He grinned.

Dawn laughed. "My little bugman..." She drew in, and kissed him on the lips. He tightened his grip around her body as he reciprocated, and the two began to make out on the bed. He rolled her onto her back, and he kept kissing her mouth and her neck as he laid on top of her.

As they continued to make love--eventually to the point in which they started to remove their clothes--in Troy's mind, he began to vividly picture Dawn's scenario, of her capturing and shrinking dozens of men down to less than two inches tall, and trapping them all in a room somewhere.

(Troy was among the large group of tiny men in the room, surrounded with white walls with equally-white tiles on the floor, and there were no windows at all, with no furniture inside at all, meaning no place to hide. The only way out was the door, which was closed tight. Standing in front of the door was Dawn, arms folded with a smug smirk on her face, and wearing her outfit from the previous Sunday: a yellow tanktop, blue jeans, and turquoise thong sandals.

Perhaps Troy wanted to spice this fantasy up, because she was not the only giant in the room. To her right was none other than his exgirlfriend Dorothy, who watched the horde of tinies with an eager look of her own. The bespectacled, 5-foot-3 Taiwanese young lady donned her white, cherry-patterned sundress and red flip-flops, a personal favorite outfit of hers for him. Finally, the duo became a trio as his brunette coworker Casey flanked Dawn on the left. No particular outfit of hers stood out for him, so his imagination simply clothed her in a brown cardigan over a black knee-length dress and strappy sandals whose heels almost made her as tall as Dawn.

Among the tiny group with Troy were some familiar faces: Mitch and his friend Ethan, Bill from work, Casey's boyfriend Gus who had been the giant for her several weeks in a row, and Francine's boyfriend Xander. Yes, even Xander managed to weasel himself into this daydream of his.

Perhaps trying to take control of the situation, Xander ran ahead of the pack and attempted- nay, demanded that he (and perhaps only he) be returned to his original size. The only response Dawn had for him was a short laugh, before calling him a worm and stomping down and smearing his life out beneath her sandal.

At this point, the chase was on. The men all ran for their lives as Dawn, Dorothy, and Casey went to work in tracking and stepping on any tiny man they could, almost indiscriminately. The men were all afraid as they ran past, but Troy could do nothing but stand still and watch, even though he was in the dead center of the room.

Gus, who had been too lucky up until now, finally met his end under the heeled shoe of his girlfriend Casey. She proudly declared that his luck had run out as she twisted his body into mush. The soles of Dorothy's red flip-flops were picking up an even deeper shade of crimson as her feet trampled the men below her. She pushed on her glasses to keep them from falling on the floor as she looked downward on one man in particular who tried to avoid her. Needless to say, he was slain by her otherwise small size 4 foot.)

Back in the real world, Troy and Dawn were almost completely naked, with Troy only in his boxers and Dawn in her bra with her panties pulled halfway off of her legs. Troy moved his lips closer to her vaginal lips and kissed it a few times, before he used his tongue to stimulate her inside. She soon took to moaning in great sensual satisfaction as his wet appendage caressed the soft flesh inside.

(In the massacre inside of his imagination, Dawn's feet alternatively stepped on men one-by-one, their bodies crunching under her weight and leaving their flattened remains in their wake. Off in the distance, the middle-aged and portly Bill tried his best to run from Casey, whose heels clopped against the floor as she stalked after him. Unfortunately for him, he tired out rather quickly, which his tormentor teased him about before she knocked him to the floor and pressed her heel into him. Only his limbs remained, which limped lifeless as the rest of him was brutally crushed by the wooden pillar attached to her sandal. A much better death than had it been if it was his wife instead, Troy thought.

Troy heard a loud slapping sound behind him, originating from Dorothy's flip-flop as she stomped on a group of four tinies who were unable to escape in time. The resulting mess of their combined bodies was large, and blood dripped off from the bottom of her shoe. She paid it no mind as she quickly found--and grounded up--another target.

Dawn smeared a hapless man across the floor in front of her, before she arrived at both Mitch and Ethan. Standing his ground, Mitch took a step forward and made a demand of her that could only come from him: that if they were going to die anyway, she should instead swallow them instead of "wasting food". His request had not only given Dawn pause, but also got the attention of both Dorothy and Casey as they both looked at them. Dawn simply leered at them, tapping her foot on the progressively-red floor. Then, she tsked as she wagged her finger at them, before lifting her foot and stepping on the both of them. They tried to run, but they too met their end beneath Dawn's sandal, its originally-brown sole now a dark red.

Casey hunted down more tiny men and exterminated them all under her heels. One man got on his knees and pleaded for his life, but the chestnut-haired woman simply trod on him and moved on to the next man. In what could be the perfect insult to Mitch and Ethan, Dorothy picked a few men off of the floor and toss each one of them inside of her mouth, chewing the first one and swallowing the other two whole. A man at her feet jumped up and down as if to get her attention, also wanting to be eaten by the petite Asian woman. With a teasing shake of her head, she crushed him under her foot and smeared him by pulling her foot back.

Still in the center of the room, Troy watched as all three ladies hunted down each tiny they could find; with nowhere for them to hide, such a task was very easy. Despite the brutal bloodbath, Troy stood still, unmoving from his spot. At least, until he realized that he was the last man left. The eyes of the three giant ladies all locked upon him, and at that point, he finally took off running.)

In reality, Troy pulled his head away from Dawn's crotch. He sat up as he pulled his boxers down his thigh, freeing his long-since rock hard member. Then, he moved up a bit and began to thrust it inside of her. Holding onto her shoulders, both his and Dawn's breathing became more hectic as he repeatedly pumped his erection inside of her warm and swollen womanhood.

(Back in the fantasy, Troy ran as fast as he could, running through and even on the crushed remains of so many men. The wet floor almost made him slip and fall, but he managed to keep his balance and continued to flee. However, he had nowhere to run, and there was nowhere to hide. All he was doing was simply delaying the inevitable.

That was exemplified by Casey's heeled sandals stomping down right in his path. Skidding to a stop, he watched as she stepped right in front of him, her size 8 feet completely blocking his path as she looked down at him. Wasting no time, Troy turned around and fled in the opposite direction. However, again, he was stopped, this time by Dorothy's flip-flop, red by both design and with the blood of dozens; the shade almost matched her red polish. She reoriented her glasses as her attention was focused downward onto him. Troy tried to run from her as well, but with her other foot, she punted him across the room.

He landed several feet away, and as luck would have it, right at the waiting turquoise sandals of Dawn, the curly-haired ebony goddess. Aching in pain, Troy could hardly move; he simply laid on the floor and watched as Dawn simply looked down at him with a victoriously evil smirk on her face. After a brief pause, she lifted her foot from the floor and moved it over him. Above, he could see the sole of her sandal, painted almost entirely red with the blood and remains of the many men who were in the room. Some of the blood even dripped down on the floor besides his head, before the sandal began to lower.

Dorothy and Casey watched--and cheered--as Dawn's foot descended, and Troy could do nothing but hold his hands up to brace himself for the coming impact. His defense did no good, as they easily buckled under the weight of her foot hitting them, which quickly progressed to his body. The weight came down slowly as he was agonizingly-compressed; his legs went first, before his pelvis and chest followed right after. He screamed in sheer pain, but all he heard was the laughter of all three women who took great joy in his impending demise, one more fitting for a lowly insect. Soon, he would not even hear that, as the pressure moved to his head, and popped it like a small grape underneath it.

The other two women walked closer as Dawn grinded and twisted her foot, turning him into the same mess that the dozens of other men had been reduced to. However, Dawn spent extra time with him, relishing in every broken bone and every mashed organ that her foot created. Before long, however, she would lift her foot and remove it from the hapless tiny's flattened remains, and all three women would peer down and examine what was once Troy, who was now nothing more than yet another stain on the now-red floor. Sighing proudly, Dawn shared high-fives and happy words with Dorothy and Casey, and all three began to rave about the whole experience as they walked out of the room. Each of their different types of sandals tracked a trail out of the room as they left their gruesome, sadistic, highly-pleasuring and fun mess behind.)

Dawn bellowed a rather loud moan as Troy's sexual workout reached its apex. In response, and perhaps empowered by the raw fantasy that Troy played in his mind, he achieved a rather powerful orgasm, releasing his seed right inside of Dawn. Exhaling heavily, they held onto each other. As he felt his trickle come to an end, Troy pulled out of her and dropped his head right into her bare cleavage. He then looked up at her, and through his exhaling, smiled at her while she did the same. After a pause, he then leaned closer to her face and planted a rather long kiss on her lips.

"...I want to be with you for a long time..." Dawn softly said to him.

"Wish granted," Troy responded with a gentleness of his own. "I am yours, my queen."

She grinned, and kissed him once more.

~~~

The following night, Troy sat at the PC in his room, his monitor displaying the MacroMeet home page. He logged into his account, but he only had one objective on his mind: to deactivate it, as he no longer had any use for it.

Upon logging in, he found that he had received a message in his inbox. Curious, he opened it, and was surprised to see that its sender was the dark-haired, glasses-donning Asian woman whom he had passed over in his browsing weeks before due to her perceived resemblance to Dorothy. Even more surprising was her message: "hey :) i love crushing guys, i wish i could find one"

Troy found this both shocking and amusing; that he would finally get such a message from a woman on the site after so long. Had Dawn not been in his life, he would have assuredly jumped at that opportunity, even at the risk of it ending up like it did with Jeane. She was a very attractive woman, and if it were three weeks ago, he would have loved to see what her feet were made of.

Unfortunately, he had no choice but to turn her down.

"hey. sorry, but ive met someone already," he typed in response. "in fact, im only logging in to deactivate my account. but don't give up! bugmen like me are definitely out there. :) "

After sending the message, he navigated to the account settings page and, with no hesitation this time, clicked the "Deactivate Account" link. He confirmed the next prompt, asking him if he was sure of his decision, and with that, he was officially free from Vince Vane's matchmaking service. He kind of felt sorry for the woman who had messaged him, but he knew that she would eventually find someone to step on. As he told her, there were plenty of guys like him waiting for someone like her; he knew that all too well.

Moving onto Facebook, he decided to make a post about his now-official girlfriend Dawn, with whom he shared many interests, both sexual and nonsexual, and with whom he could see himself potentially sharing his life with. They had spent quite a bit of time together lately, and it was clear that the two of them easily understood one another, even this early in their relationship. It was one that he hoped would grow and blossom in years, perhaps decades, to come.

He posted: "I'm so glad to have found a nice, beautiful, and intelligent young lady who brightens my day and makes me feel whole again. Shout out to Dawn Smith, the new love in my life."

Over the period of the next several hours, the posting had gotten numerous "Likes" and comments congratulating him on his new girlfriend from many of his friends and family.

Among them was Dorothy herself.



[TO BE CONCLUDED]