I really should start making a list for when I go shopping. I am going in circles around this super market, looking for who knows what. I mean I came here for something, but... Wait this is a weird way to start isn't it?

Last time I narrated I had an A-Bomb dropped on my mundane existence. How about I recap what happened because it has been roughly a week since the day I decided to crush a bitch under my foot... Was that out of taste? I mean about talking ill of the dead. I mean she is gone and her reign of terror over my life is done so calling her a bitch might be a bit much and terribly insulting... Especially since I am the one who killed her... HOLY SHIT! I still can't believe I killed a person. It has been a while and I don't feel bad or anything, but I do worry for my mental health.

I crushed a woman... A begging woman... A woman who wanted to live her life and I erased her under my dirty sock like a fucking roach crawling around my kitchen floor. The only difference was that I can feel her squirm under my foot and well... a roach just dies without a fight. She also screamed... Like really loud, but roaches don't scream.

I am going on a tangent here, let me get back on track. So last week I found a magic book with the power to shrink people. I used this to shrink a bitch of a co-worker... Did I just call her a bitch again!? I gotta stop. I mean isn't it good enough that I already killed her in cold blood? Whatever I don't care anymore. If I refer to the dead woman as a bitch again I will just accept it.

Moving on! A co-worker who had been bullying me was going to out me about working at a sleazy joint as a hostess. Of course she was going to make it sound like I was a cheap whore who covers the bumps on her lips. When in fact I am clean and don't let anything those men at the club own enter me. But perception would destroy my image. So I shrunk her with the magic book and crushed her under my foot. I might have enjoyed doing  that a little more than I should have.

Next I returned home and was greeted by an imp... yeah an imp. She looked more like a short punk rock chick, but she assured me she was an imp. How you ask? Well she sprouted some clear fly like wings and a little devilish arrow tip tail. It could be elaborate cosplay you say? Well she can also levitate. Fine I get it, even magicians can do that. Well how about this. I am the only one who can see or touch her. How do I know this? Well she is floating right next to me, with her tail and wings out and she didn't bother to get dressed so she is stark naked and not a damn person notices her! Proof enough for ya?

After mentioning her I realize why I am here. I need to pick up some pears. She loves eating pears for some reason. Why does a mystical creature like fruit? I don't know, but she constantly begs me for them and she lives with me so she is always a bother.

I am fucking being haunted by this imp because I used that Shrink note. Now I have to take part in some game to become god, which I am in no way going to participate in. Heck I still don't know if I even believe that part of the book. I mean a game to become god sounds too absurd, even by the standard of weirdness I have been exposed to lately.

About two days later I was questioned by the police concerning the disappearance of my co-worker. In fact they interrogated everyone at school from faculty to students, hell even the janitor. Luckily I was not a prime suspect despite me and my Santiago's bad blood. She kept her bullying behind closed doors so no one knew that I had reason to cause her harm.

I will admit that I was first frightened of being caught for the crime, but hell they didn't know I had any motive to kill her. Or I should say lead to her disappearance since they didn't consider her dead during that time just missing until the search was called off. They could never find her body anyway? It was mostly stuck to the bottom of my sock and some of her innards were wiped up by a paper towel, all of which I burned. They also didn't know the method I used to get rid of miss bullying bitch. They would never conceive in a million years that she was shrunk by a magic book and disposed of like a bug. There was no way I could be nailed for this crime.

No lets jump to today I actually attended Ms. Santiago's funeral. I didn't want to, but it would have been suspicious if I did not show up. I needed more padding to drive off suspicion towards me. It was a sad funeral, but not because of well the passing of a person, but mostly because no one cared except the deceased's family. I can see all or at least of her co-workers from the school was not too saddened by her passing. I guess she got on everyone's nerves in some way or another. I might have done a civil service by killing this woman.

Now this is where I am at in my life after the event of the most fucked up thing I had done in life. Don't get me wrong I don't regret it, but hell it was pretty messed up... Yet satisfying and no not just because I removed someone who was a hindrance to my life, but well... It physically felt good in some way. Almost therapeutic, or should I say euphoric. I can swear that it turned me on. Not enough to make me cream my panties, but I felt some sort of pleasure that I can only classify as sexual.

Maybe it was the sense of power I felt over my bully. It was like I was a god. A magnanimous being that could wipe out a human life with something as simple as apply pressure to the bottom of my foot. People need weapons, poisons and even fighting skills to kill another person, but I killed a person as simply as I would crush a brittle leaf beneath my shoe.

Maybe becoming a god would not be such a bad thing. I mean I already like that little taste of divinity as I made another human succumb to my cruel will... No! What am I even considering. I want no part in any craziness of becoming a god. That sounds like way too much effort to achieve and more effort to live out. I mean I can hardly teach the idiot students in my class. So how am I supposed to be some guide of humanity?

"Hey Frizzy! We going to like get them pears any time soon?"

I stare at Loki not only upset about my nick name Frizzy, which she says she gave me due to my hair, but she knows I can't talk to her in public. I mean I could, but I would look like I am crazy since no one can see her. Yet she constantly insist on talking to me anyway.

"Are you ignoring me? Who cares how you would look? You will be a god anyway, so don't be so cold and ignore me. Ya hear me Frizzy?"

She also constantly insist on me becoming god, or at least participate to become god, but I keep telling her it is not for me. I mean I can't be too sure, but I am sure that it would be a drag to be god.

I just realized that it is getting late and I have work at the damned club today. I quickly finish up my shopping and make sure to get plenty of pears so that I won't have to go shopping again for a while... Hopefully. Loki really needs to keep her appetite in check. Heck I am more than sure she doesn't need to eat, but just wants to eat.

After a short walk back home I jump into the shower to get myself cleaned for the clientele that await me. Well not like there is a lot waiting for me, maybe tonight would just be a guy or two who is into my feet. Maybe even my best customer will be there to make tonight a worthwhile payday.

I slip into a frilly dark blue dress skirt. Then I struggle a bit to put on my black open toe heels. They are a pain to put on, but they compliment my feet very well and they have a lot of open space so I can show off all my toes and my long glistening light brown pedicure nails. I am sure the guys will love this color. Most girls go for red or pink, but I wanted to be different. Not that I needed to. My feet standout since my they are considered the best of all my fellow hostess.

"So you are heading out to work at that place you hate?" Loki ask me knowing full well the answer, but I know where this conversation is going.

"Yeah! you know I am."

"You should focus more on utilizing the shrink note to take out your enemies. The game of god will begin once the final note bearer is chosen ya know."

"I have no reason to use the note. I already used it to get rid of the only person I would really want to use it on. I have no more use for it."

"You say that yet you still carry it around."

"What can I say? It can be helpful if I ever encounter a problem. It is basically a weapon and like any weapon I don't want to use it, but I rather keep it on me just in case."

"Come on! Why is my shrink note bearer so boring. Use it for something please! Give my existence some excitement.  I know! How about using it for something like punishing bad people. Make yourself into some type of recognizable Grimm Reaper that slays the wicked."

I can't even fathom how she came up with such an idea. I can tell she is desperate for me to do anything if it means adding any form of excitement.

"So if I won't use the note for me, I should use it for the world? Please I don't give a crap about others. I don't care about being some righteous hero and punish the bad guys. Plus how will I even do that? I would need knowledge on criminals and well I aint a police officer or know anyone who works for the police to get information on criminals. So stop trying to make me do crazy crap with this book."

"Fine I will leave you alone, but you better get used to the power of the note and all it can grant you or else the other god candidates will get you. there is still so much you can test, like controlling a person's actions before they shrink"

I ignore her advice and just take off. I don't have time to worry about some dumb game. Especially one that I am not even going to participate in. When the time comes I will just quit the game and let others fight over the prize.

I am sure some think it is pretty well dumb of me to not fight to be a god, but that is way too much baggage and I don't know what being a god even entails. I might lose my body and be nothing more than a thinking glowing ball that has to hear the bitching of people in need or want wishes fulfilled. I don want to give up the existence I am used to become something I can't even understand.

I think I will just remain an unmotivated teacher instructing more unmotivated, doomed to fail in life students and work as a hostess that makes guys who like feet drool. That will be my life. It is not ideal, but hell I understand it and well maybe I can be promoted or something and my life will improve. I will keep hope that my crappy life will change in a normal way. Not by attaining some divine existence which can be nothing more than horrible existence. See I thought things out a bit.

I wrap myself in a long coat to hide my risqué dress from the other bus goers. The wait for the bus was not long. it comes pretty frequent and luckily when I got on there were not a lot of people on bus. I really hate seeing people on the bus. It is always so sad and disgusting. I mean seriously next time you go on the bus look at the people and most of them would seem like trash in your eyes.

My stop finally comes and my heart sinks into my stomach. I always get nervous about doing this job. It requires me to act like I actually give a shit about these pervy guys and well I am legit scared about not being wanted.

Don't get me wrong I don't care for the attention of these guys, but to not be wanted is disheartening. It would make me feel ugly not as good as the other girls around me and losing to those bimbos is something I can't take as a woman who actually has respect for herself enough to not sleep with the patrons.

I walk toward an unguarded black door, looking around me as usual just to see if there are people in the area judging me for working at this place. I open it up and step into the bright club with its crimson, yellow and orange lights. I glance at the wall to wall couches made of red felt like material littered with the bodies of pervy men and half naked chicks seeking a pay day. Then I see my best customer rushing towards me like a puppy to its master.

"Abby my dear! I am glad you can make it." What the hell does that mean? I work at this place of course I am here. He said he was glad I made it as if I was invited to a party or something.

"Hi there Mr. Peoples." I say as ecstatically as I could sporting the most fake as ass smile ever made in the history of fake shit.

"You know to call me Jacob my dear. I may be old, but please treat me as you would any youngun." The fact that he says youngun is the reason I think he is older than fuck and treat him as such.

"Don't worry, I know you are young at heart. Now how about showing me how young you are." I gently rub my foot between his thighs to tantalize that old cock of his into action and make him spend, spend and spend even more as he thinks with nothing more than his dick.

"Goodness Abby! Your toes are as beautiful as ever and that pedicure! Not many girls can pull off light brown. I knew that your feet were something special."

"Oh stop. You are too flattering. How about we take a seat and then we can have some fun conversation. You can even compliment my feet all you want and please do so, because well... It turns me on."

I said all that crap trying to hold back my facial muscles from cringing.

"Hey, Jewish girl!" I turn disappointed that I responded to such a messed up greeting. It was some tool in a suite, well not a tool more like a scrawny guy with enough money to be here. I mean he looks pretty busted and kinda creepy."

"M-My name is Earl Higgins and I choose you for tonight. I want a girl with nice feet for the night."

"Sorry, but I already have customer, maybe later on." I really don't want to be with him, but hell a customer is a customer. I might consider it if he brings down the creep factor.

"Listen, you can just leave with me! I will give you a lot for a foot job, so let's go."

"Sorry I am not that kind of girl. Go on Craig's list if you want something like that."

"Yeah! Abby is not that type of girl, plus I will take her for the whole night. So go away boy." I don't like the old creep, but he is a gentleman I will give him that.

"FINE! You just missed out on a big payday." I also missed out on some awkward creeps cum on my feet, so yeah I am okay without that guys money. He huffs and then storms off looking for another girl to victimize with his annoying voice and bumpy face.

Now that the annoyance is gone. I can mingle with my best customer for the night, but I get an odd feeling, like I should be taking caution.

I instruct Jacob to get a spot for us while I take my time to prepare something just in case. I reach into my bag until I find the shrink note. I peer through the pages and rip out a piece just the size of my pinkie finger. I stuff it into my coat pocket along with a pen. From my understanding of the rules and what has been confirmed to me by Loki, even a piece of the note can be used to shrink people. I don't want to use it, but I am feeling uneasy and I need some insurance.

Yet doing this will make me have to kill again. I can't unshrinking someone and well I cant risk them being found and outing me. So I have no choice, but to kill. It is a hell of a choice. I mean do I really want to kill again? I did it so easy before to that bitch, but I am afraid that doing it again might weigh on me... No! If I use it that means it was because I had to.

I am not some murderer just looking for a reason to kill. This would be as good as self defense. I need to suck it up and be prepared to do the deed if it needs to be done. I see Jacob wave me down and just like that my doubt disappears. I can't have those thoughts in my head at the moment. I need to think about acting in a way that would please the old foot lover because hell I need a decent payout tonight.

The night was getting older and I was raking in the cash. I have been with this prev for like three hours just letting him admire me and well there was some touching here and there, but all initiated by me. I mean I needed to go all out for this money, but nothing too sexual. I just removed  my shoes and rubbed my bare feet across his lap. The feeling of his tailored pants actually felt pretty good against my naked soles.

I was pretty strategic on how I performed my foot play. I gently rubbed across his legs then I would apply pressure to the ball of my feet against the inner of his thighs and kneed my toes on him. He loved every moment, especially when I would move my feet a bit further up close to his crotch, but I didn't give his dick the prize it sleeked. I stopped short. Teasing the old creep as much as I could. He was completely under the spell of my feet, but this magic would not end with the best ejaculation of his life. No I am going to leave him with a serious case of blue balls.

"Oh Abby! You are amazing... Don't take this the wrong way, but I can see why that bastard wanted a foot job. Your feet are just divine my dear. I can't get enough of them. I just want to do so much to them and have them do many things to me."

"You are so sweet. You really know how to make a girl feel special. Sadly my shift is almost done with and our night is just about over."

"I understand. How about a final payment of the night?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fat wallet. My eyes glow with anticipation of the payment since he already dropped 200 bucks on me earlier. He pulls three $100 bills, rolls them up like a green cigarette and slips them between my big and second toe. I pull my foot back and take back the cash slightly stained by some moisture between my toes.

"You are the best Jacob!" I say with glee before giving him a big hug. I did not want to touch him any further, but I was so happy and this show of appreciation would make my favorite customer crave me more and that meant more money next time.

I slipped on my shoes and waved good bye to my customer. My boss also shot me a wave as well as some of the other girls that worked there. It was such an easy day of work. I mean $500 for just some innocent foot play.

I head out after I wave back to everyone, since I need to go and catch my bus, but I am afraid that would not be as simple as I thought. I figured something like this would happen, but really, really hoped it wouldn't. Staring me down with no one else in sight was the man that wanted my feet on his meat.

He calls me over with his finger. I think of just taking off as fast as I can, but running would not yield good results especially with these shoes. I think the best idea is too scream and get help from the workers still in the club.

"Come on, just shrink him." I hear the cruel gentle voice from behind me. I turn my head and see Loki levitating behind me and she actually bothered to put on her clothes.

I wondered why she was even here. She never followed me to any of my jobs before, I just wondered why she would be here now. Did she know I was in danger?

"You can yell for help, but this guy is loaded right? He won't suffer he might have the police or your bosses in his pocket. Even if he is barred from coming here, he will surly wait for you to come out and rape you or something. Hell he might even follow you home and get what he wants from your body there in your own bed. He is a danger to your life. You know what should be done."

The imp was right. Rich guys like him never get served justice and I will regret it if he were to break into my home and... No! I don't even want to imagine what the bumpy face bastard would do to me.

"Y-You are going to give me what I want... You can get all dirty with that old man, but not me? What kind of whore are you?" The creep yells at me, but not enough to draw attention of the people in the club.

I grind my teeth in anger, but my mind is not completely fogged with. it is still sharp enough to remember his first and last name.

"Frizzy do you by chance not know his name? For a price I can give you a little present that could allow you to see his name, but there would be a price."

"I already know it." I don't know what Loki was talking about with this present, but she was sure trying to sell what she had and I did not want to pay any price to this fiend. Since I know it would be too much no matter the currency.

"Fine I will give you what you want, but in private." I point to an alley between a deli and a Laundromat no more than 30 steps away.

"Okay, but you lead the way. I don't want you trying to run and I want eyes on you at all times"

I reach into my coat pocket and pull out the piece of Shrink Note and the pen. I step in front of him to lead the way to the alley which worked just fine since he could not see me scribbling on the torn paper.

Earl Higgins the size of an ant

I tuck the pen and paper back into coat and turn into the dirty alley. I keep on walking until the asshole commands me to stop.

"You were a bad girl. I am supposed to get what I want, especially from money grubbing whores like you. What is the point of being rich if I can't even fuck a whore that I can clearly afford?"

"Are you going to pay me?"

"P-pay?"

"Yeah if I am a whore than give me my money. You want to do this the right way right? Or do you want to be a bastard and just force me to do what you want?"

"Fine, I am good for it. I will respect your profession whore."

He pulls out some cash from his pocket and tosses it to the floor. and I see four Benjamins staring back at me. I didn't think he would really pay up, but I figured why not give it a try just to get some cash before I kill him.

"Now remove your shoes and you will pleasure m-my cock... Got it!"

This is like the longest 30 seconds of my life. Just shrink already you bastard, SHRINK! And as if answering my demands the piece of shit human being that stood before me vanished from sight.

"Finally! That took freaking forever. " I reach down and pick up my money, but I give a little chuckle because right behind my dollars is Earl flailing around in a mess of confusion about his new size. He is so incredibly small. Hell even the shrunken Ms, Santiago would have been a giant compared to him. I wasn't aware how puny ants really are. I mean I knew they were small, but when I see a human at that miniscule size it makes me really appreciate how incredibly huge a human is compared to an average ant.

I can mildly see hear his voice, I expected a squeaking sound, but it was not a squeak. Just an annoying, low tone inaudible mess. Really not what I was expecting. I wonder how I look compared to him? Can he even comprehend me with his tiny eyes? Maybe I should just stop worrying and do what I need to do... Right?

"Listen I am not sure if you can even understand me, but you did this to yourself. I mean seriously forcing a girl to pleasure you? You have some nerve and I guess I should feel bad, since I have to kill you, but I think I am doing a good thing getting rid of scum like you. I am sure I am not the first girl you tried to force to sexually pleasure you and hell I doubt I would have been the last. As I see it I am getting rid of a dirty rapist who thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has money."

I lift my cash from the ground and I see his body fly back a little and lands on his ass. Just my large hand lifting the dollars generated enough air pressure to send him tumbling. Just how frail can he be? Or maybe I am giving myself too much credit and he just fell because he is scared that my hand was coming for him. I would like to think it was the former since it would make me feel... well strong, unstoppable, heck godly is the best term. 

I wonder if I can fuck with him a bit, maybe make him piss his pants. I slowly raise the toe section of my open toe shoes and clack them down on the concrete a few inches from him. I watch his body bounce up and come crashing down hard.

"How pathetic, just a single tap from the toe of my shoe sent you soaring. What was it like? Was it like a powerful earthquake? Or was my gentle tap like a bomb going off right near you?"

This might be out of taste, but I am having bit of fun messing around with my soon to be victim. I am no different than a murderer who first tortures their prey. It is a disgusting thing to do, but I feel no remorse. Why should I feel anything but hate and disgust for this pathetic excuse of a man? He was going to force me to put my feet on his dick even though I already denied him. This guy is a piece of shit. Really the worst type of person and hell I even killed a woman in cold blood and someone like me finds this creep to be repulsive.

"Keep going Frizzy, his screams are pure elation for me."

"Wait you can hear him?"

"Not just hear. I can even see him. I can view and hear everything perfectly. That is just the nature of my senses."

"That is pretty amazing. I wish I could see and hear him, I really want to enjoy killing this little fucker."

"You can have my senses... For a price that is."

"Sorry, but I am sure that prize would be too steep. How about just giving me a play by play?"

"Fine..."

I think about how to get rid of this guy. There are so many options. I can crush him in the palm of my hand, heck he is so small I can pinch him between my finger tips and just grind them until his is nothing but a gooey stain stretching between my parting finger tips. Maybe I can eat him. That seems interesting, but do I want to add cannibal on top of being a murderer? I kinda do? I want to eat a person just to try it, but he is disgusting. I don't want that in me.

I can just smash him under my shoe. No, maybe with my bare feet. It felt so good to crush Ms. Santiago before and that was just with my sock. The sensation was so amazing, but I couldn't help but think that the crushing would have been better if I felt her flatten under the flesh of my bare feet. Damn I don't want to miss this opportunity. It is not like I plan to shrink another person again so I might as well use this opportunity to feel a tiny person die under my bare feet.

I know that is not something I should desire, but the feeling is amazing. When I crushed that tiny woman something stirred up inside me and the feeling of being all powerful and the ability to control the very existence of a puny human who stares at me as a cruel god gave me pleasure. It would be a mistake to not mention the physical feeling of an actual human body giving away under the sheer weight of my foot and hell it was too good. I craved to have that feeling again, but not enough to just go out and kill for the hell of it, but now that I am in the situation to relive that amazing feeling. I need to do this in the most pleasurable way possible.

I can't even take another second without trying to kill this fucker. I am going to make him a stain between my toes now. I reach down and loosen my feet from the confines of my shoes and until they slightly dangle loosely off of my feet. I love these shoes but regardless I kick them away in different directions in this dirty alley and speaking of dirty alley, my feet are now bare unprotected from the nasty floor, but I don't really care too much.

"You wanted my feet did you not? And you did pay for my feet, so I will give them too you, but I am sure you would regret it in the end... Or maybe not since you will be like dead and stuff."

I lift my right foot over his body, my large toes easily erase his presence from my sight. Loki appeals to my demand and gives me a play by play of the tiny man's situation. She tells me how he crumbles to his knees and begins to beg for forgiveness. His eyes watering and his hands claps as if he was in prayer, but I am no god, even though I feel like one and hell he is not getting any mercy from me.

I lower the ball of my foot to the cool floor while my still leaving my gigantic skyscraper-esque toes extended in the air above him. I begin to curl my toes to tease the poor fucker, just to see how he would react, but it seemed that the dirt adhered to my toes began to crumble off my toes and rain down like boulders and around him. The filth from my toes caked onto his bug sized body leaving him in place defenseless against me, or I should say more defenseless since it was not like he stood a chance against me anyway. Mind you these are the detail I am hearing from Loki who could see and hear everything.

I slowly lower my toes. Purposely being methodical to just up the fear a bit since I really want him to suffer for basically trying to rape me. Loki laughs hysterically as she hears the man cry about the ripe smell of my gargantuan toes.

I am surprised to hear that they smell since I really take care of my feet and I don't want them to smell at work, granted I know guys with a foot fetish tend to like smelly feet, but I refuse to purposely keep my feet smelly to satisfy those men. I guess the dirt on my feet from this cruddy alley made my feet smell a bit and well I guess at his size my normally not smelly feet are in fact pretty putrid.

"So my feet smell. I thought a foot lover would like smelly feet. Do you not want my feet anymore? Well too bad. You are going to get them and not just your dick will feel my soft toes, your entire body will feel them before you are crushed by them."

A pulsation of madness tears through my body like an unstoppable force. I can feel my desire to kill and the pleasure of that stems from the very thought off it bubble to the surface.

My toes react to my will to kill and come down on the spec of a man. I can feel his squirming body pinned beneath the supple digit of my middle toe. His body flails with life, his every movement dedicated to surviving my onslaught, but the fucker must have known his actions would amount to nothing more than pleasing the giant bitch who is getting off on killing him.

He continued to beg franticly as his body was being flattened between the rough surface below and the heavy dense flesh crushing him from above. The pathetic body was giving away and I knew it. I could feel his efforts to struggle fading with each passing second he spent suffering under my toe.

Loki laughed at the tiny man bawling his eyes out literally crying from the pain of having his body mercilessly crushed. His bones snapping as his normally stationary organs begin to slosh around as his body becomes smaller and smaller as he is flattened.

"How about making him smaller? I mean really small." I halt my assault on the tiny man to consider Loki's proposal.

"Is that possible?"

"It sure is, how about giving it a go?"

The idea seems rather interesting and I really want to see how far I can take things. I remove the piece of shrink note from my pocket and decide to write.

Earl Higgins 1/1000 of his current size

I lift my toes off of the man and reach down to pick him up gently enough to not kill him. I pluck him between my pointer finger and thumb. I take a seat on a nearby trash can and prop my right foot over my left knee. I look down at my foot disgusted at the soot all over it, but I don't have time for that. I only have a few seconds  to put him where I want, before he shrinks again.

I plop the tiny man right onto the tip of my fourth toe and watch his helpless body slither down my toe like a slug trailing down a stone. I don't want him to fall off so I use my finger tip and press him into the collective mire of dirt on my toe until he is stuck in place.

"Tell me if you can see him after this? He is about to get too small for me to even feel."

I look down just waiting for the seconds to pass. I can't wait to see how small he will become. This 30 seconds seems even longer than the first time I shrunk him, but the wait is eventually rewarded as his body totally disappears along with the feeling of his body on me.

"Amazing! You made him unbelievably small. So small that his brain cannot even comprehend his surroundings. He was once on your toe as the size of an ant, but now he is so small that is trapped between a ridge that forms the pattern of your toe prints. To him your skin is not even a smooth plain anymore, just a collection of massive pale plates. His view of you is as if from a high powered microscope."

"Holy shit, I didn't even know I can make someone so small. That is amazing!"

"He is so confused, I don't even know if he understands the gravity of his situation. He has left the perceivable realm and entered the realm of a microscopic bacteria that not even an insect could comprehend with compound eyes. He is also getting faint from the lack of oxygen. There is not much air passing through the cavern of your toe prints and the miles high ridges that build them."

"I don't want him to die of suffocation, but he is so small that I can't even crush him. Damn I really want to kill him myself."

"He is easy to kill, you can take a step and the dirt that cakes onto your toe would crush him. Sometime in the shower would drown him or even a simple bit of perspiration could do the job. His body is not built to survive at this size he is very vulnerable."

"That last one sounds interesting."

I scrunch my toes together hard until they become beet red. I then begin to rub my feet to warm them up a bit. From what I understand foot sweat is easy to produce, that is a contributor for why feet smell so often. Even when feet are not noticeably sweaty they perspire enough to make feet a bit clammy and that is all I needed.

"You did it!"

"Already?"

"Yeah it was an amazing sight. He flailed around screaming as just the scrunching of your toes rocked him around, then he began to heave as you feet became hotter and for his size that little bit of heat on your toes was enough to give a person a sun burn and dry out a person's eye balls."

"Glad to hear that he suffered a bit."

"A bit? It was a whole lot of pain. His body was already broken by your toe earlier. Then he was suffocating and his body was burning up. it was pure torture. But it ended painlessly, just a bit of sweat and natural oil formed from a massive pore and the forming sweat backed enough pressure to crush him and break him into meaty pieces. Those pieces are now leaking out your prints and some of his body parts are even dissolving because of the heat. If you wanted him to suffer a gruesome death well you got what you wanted."

I find and slip on my shoes satisfied with what I had done for woman everywhere. Taking care of a piece of shit who thought he could take our bodies because he has money. I wanted him to suffer and I got what I wanted. Hell I even got some cash from him. Over all this night produced a good cash haul and some pleasure.

"Let us get home Loki. I got to teach class tomorrow, but I was wondering why you even came here. You never come with me to work."

"Damn I almost forgot in all the excitement, but I needed to tell you that the last god candidate has been selected. The game is officially on."

"That means nothing to me. I don't plan to join, so let someone else be god. This is not my issue and you just have to deal with it Loki."

The game to become god. I refuse to take part in such a thing, but it makes me wonder that what type of person might win if I don't even try. My whole existence can be the play thing of another. I need time to think of what I am doing. I don't want to become god, but I sure as hell don't want anyone else to become god. That could be disastrous if they were given the ability to do anything, granted they could become a blob with no will and serve as just a non-acting entity, but what if the prize is to become some ultimate being? Who am I kidding. I don't deserve such a title. Maybe I should just step away and let those who want it fight for it... Maybe.