Leaving the beaming bride behind to play with her new toys, Amanda gave the Tic Tac box a brief shake over her right sandal before beginning the long walk back to her office. “I want to feel licking!” she exclaimed downwards as the tiny women tumbled between her toes. “If you do a good job, I'll let you go when I get back to my desk!” Pausing briefly to register the tiny flutters that must have been licks, Amanda started walking. Almost immediately she felt a tiny body burst under her big toe, and another under the ball of her foot on the second step, and smiled. Raising the box to eye level before putting it away, she realized she had about 5 tinies left. Perfect.

For the tiny women who'd been cast down onto the sandal, well, living hell didn't come close to describing it. Bouncing off Amanda's warm, sweaty toes, their fall had been cushioned by the soft leather insole. Finding themselves between the titanic toes, the tiny women began to shriek in fear. As soon as she heard “I want to feel licking!” Katie ran over to the sweaty, slightly odorous skin of the nearest toe and pressed her body into it, licking for all she was worth. Able to see the cruise ship sized foot before she'd been shaken onto it, she hazarded that the house sized flesh had to be her second toe. Listening to the tiny screams of one of her friends, Katie realized that she'd been ignoring Amanda's massive voice, and suddenly the ground moved underneath her. Amanda must be walking! Shrieking, she clutched tightly to the flesh of the toe as the sandal boomed back to the ground. Maybe she'd make it through this? Then, as the foot lifted for a second step, Katie felt herself squeezed between the toes as they scrunched to push off the ground. Losing her handhold, she tumbled backwards under the foot, her last sight the wrinkled sole of the wedding planner's foot as it crushed the life out of her.

Completing the four block walk back to the building she shared with Cristen, Amanda paused outside the door and gazed down at her white painted toes. They could really do with a touchup she thought, as she removed her foot from the sandal to gaze at the bottom. One, two, three,... Amanda counted the little bodies stuck to her foot. She giggled, counting 2 that had tumbled all the way back to her heel, completely pulverized. 3 were stuck to her arch, 3 to the ball, 1 stuck to the bottom of her big toe, and one stuck under her 3rd. Doing some quick math in her head (she always hated math, but she could count), she realized that one was unaccounted for. Sitting on the small bench outside the office, Amanda panicked a bit when she realized that one might be missing. She sighed with relief as she found the last tiny girl, one of the blondes, pitifully wiggling between her 3rd and 4th toe. “Awwww...” she cooed down, “you almost made it!” scrunching her toes, and eliciting almost inaudible (and likely pained) shrieks from the tiny thing.

Emma was in more pain than she'd ever been. Her left leg dangled uselessly, and it hurt to breathe. Must have broken a rib or two. She was also unable to move, adhered to the side of the titanic wedding planners toe by her pungent sweat. All of a sudden, she found her world flipped upside down, as the foot she was stuck to flipped over. Finally able to see as the toes spread, she espied Amanda's titanic visage examining something, giggling occasionally. She had just realized that she was looking at the smeared bodies of her friends when suddenly the humongous blue eyes met her own. “Awww... you almost made it!” Amanda's voice thundered down. Emma screamed as she was pressed on all sides by toe flesh as the wedding planner playfully scrunched her toes. Light and air returned, and Emma panted while looking up at her goddess, filled with terror. “I'd let you go, but you look a bit... damaged. I don't think you're gonna make it. Sorry hun.” Emma screamed again as with a small (well, titanic to her) grin Amanda scrunched her toes again, but instead of releasing as she had before, the pressure increased until all Emma felt was pain, and then nothing.

Amanda smiled as the almost inaudible squealing was first muffled by her pretty little toes, then stopped, then she registered the small little burst of the body. Wiping all of the little bodies from her foot with a tissue, she thought about just what those tiny things had gone through in their last moments, and shivered. Opening the door to the building, she realized with a burst of dread she'd forgotten to disab... when with a flash, everything went dark.

“God. Dammit.” Jennifer's titanic voice rang out. Tears streaming down her face, Amanda gazed up as the titanic toes of her boss thumped on tan flip-flops in front of her. Forgetful, she had once again forgetten to disable the office security system before entering the building. 20 minutes later, the door had opened again, and the slapping of Jennifer's enormous feet in her flip-flops filled her with dread. Last time, Jennifer had made her worship her under her desk for a week! “This is like the 8th time this has happened you ditz. I think this is the last time.” Cold dread washed over Amanda as, with a tremendous scraping noise, the sky was replaced with the sole of her enormous boss. “Wait, no, I brought some back for you! Please, Jennifer!” she screamed. With this, the enormous big toe centered itself over her and began to descend. Screaming through her tears, watching the skyscraper sized digit get larger as it got closer, the wedding planner dropped the Tic Tac box she'd been holding and threw up her hands in a meaningless gesture, then blackness. Crunch.

The now infinitesimal women in the tic tac box had watched helplessly as the titanic wedding planned was crushed under the foot of her even larger boss. At their size, the event had been almost... incomprehensible, though they thought they'd recognized a city sized big toe pressing down upon the now bug-sized brunette. Spared between the giant toes, somehow, they'd finally gotten to their feet as the mountain thundered away. The 5 began crying as they realized that this was it, the end, destined to wander an endless expanse until they starved, or eaten by a bug, or perhaps squished under a sole the size of a state.

Jennifer turned her foot over to see the bottom. “Poor thing” she muttered, as she scrunched her foot, the smeared body of her assistant stuck to the bottom. “Well, she finally got to experience the fun part of the job first hand!” Smiling, Jennifer turned to walk back to her desk to post a new Help Wanted ad on the company website, already excited to break in a new assistant.