GETTING UP FOR WORKBySquishedGoo  A SQUISH STORY, normal size woman with small men. This is part 1.  ( SQI..SPLUUUTH SLURP) “EEwwwww GOD! What was that?” Rachael said out loud. She lifted her foot to see what she had stepped on crawling out of bed.  Looking down she could see what looked like a little arm still stuck between her toes and a smeared mess with a semblance of a lower part of a leg remaining on the floor. She instantly giggled going from disgust to giddiness upon knowing what had just ‘deservingly’ died. With her foot still raised and a smile on her face she wiggled her toes till the little arm and remaining muck fell to the floor. “Serves you right bug.” she said grabbing a tissue from the night stand to wipe the blood and goo from her sole. “If you little things weren’t so gooey (wiping it from between her toes) I’d step on you things barefooted more often. (Giggle) HOWEVER, Too much toe jam from you little bug men.” After she got her foot wiped clean, she wiped up the floor with a few more tissues and proceeded to the bathroom to get ready for work.                (Meanwhile in the kitchen)  “Hurry up men. She’ll awake any moment. Let’s move these supplies. Hurry up let’s go.” The words bellowed out by Brent the group leader. Brent was abnormally tall standing at a full 2.5” tall whilst the others were between the normal 1 to 2” in height.                                “SHE’S UP…SHE’S UP …. OHH GOD!” Screams came from the look out chain. The ‘Warning Relay Team’. A chain of mini men established to relay a warning to the ‘Food Gathering Crew’. It was then that the food crew heard the sound of water start running through the pipes. “WRAP IT UP MEN. WRAP IT UP …PULL OUT.” Yelled Brent. Then it dawned on him, Why hadn’t he gotten the report sooner from Mickey when she started to stir in bed? To which the warning relay team passed down his answer. “Mickey, NOOOO! Mickey’s been mashed. He’s dead.”  Brent hung his head wondering if there was some other way he could have organized this excursion better. One of his men were not coming back. He felt ill but knew he had a responsibility to get his other men out of there. “ALRIGHT! Pull in the warning relay team. Food division, take what you have. Let’s roll.”                (Meanwhile in the master bathroom) While Rachael was washing her face she couldn’t help but giggle about the man that was just there waiting for her foot. “Chock up another one,” she  said under her breath looking in the mirror… “WAIT A MINUTE!” She said out loud instantly coming  fully awake. “Why? Why WAS he down there?”  A smile crossed her  face knowing the answer before even asking the question. It could only be one of two things:  He WANTED to get squished. -Which they NEVER do. ORRRRR…. He was a stake out. Which then meant that there were others.                 She spun around wiping off her face and put on her slippers. ‘Time for a little fun to start the morning’ she thought to herself. Then she thought about it and giggled a little more. “NO! WHAT THE HELL, I am really going to make a statement. BAREFOOTED! (giggle) Time for some of that nasty toe jam.” Grabbing her towel she slipped her feet back out of the slippers and made her way to the door. Upon opening it she looked down the hallway to see several little men running down the other way in retreat. they were all about two feet distance from one another. From her vantage anyway.                “Where are you all going?” she laughingly called out to them. It caused  them all to simultaneously  look back and stumble over themselves in terror. She immediately started making her way down the hall. They all got back up and started running for all they could. One little guy was quite speedy. He was able to catch  up to another whom he shoved down so she would squish that guy first allowing him more time to escape. She saw that little act and enjoyed his selling another’s life short to save his.  Only they were ALL gunna get it.                 The first one she caught up to quickly and stomped him hard with a little twist. What hadn’t splattered out was twisted into a semicircle smear. From there she decided  to strategize. She wanted to get as many as possible with the most fun as possible. With that, she started aiming for just their legs. She moved down the hall quickly getting five more men including the little speedy one. ‘Not quite fast enough…Sooooorrrry’ She teased upon over taking him.  She had simply come up upon each of them giving them a simple tap in the back with her toes causing them to fall. Once knocked down, she stepped on their legs around the ankles. She continued by following a sixth into the kitchen where after a short surveillance of the floor eyed another seven. They were all stacked up at a hole in the corner near the floor board. She also noticed one awkward taller one. The sixth mini man whom she’d chased into the kitchen was promptly stomped, ground, and smeared,  upon completion of that survey. It completely terrorized the ones trying to get through the hole giving the exact effect she was going for. They started fighting over who was next to go through. Effectively, not a one of them was able to make it out before she made her way to block off their escape.  They quickly scattered and ran out in various directions. One brave guy dove back toward the hole making his way half way out before she gripped him with her toes and dragged him screaming and pleading back out onto the floor. His finger nails ripped from his fingers as he tried to claw his way toward the hole but it was no use against her strength. She dragged him far enough away to dispose of  him.                (giggle) “NOW! you didn’t really think I was going to let you leave did you? …. Or LIVE! (Giggle)” He was in a full panic. Screaming incoherent cries, he looked up over his shoulder at her while still trying to crawl away. She smiled in delight as she slid her foot up a little more to completely cover him. He just screamed as he saw the front of her foot slowly lowering. She took her time gently pressing down  and bit her lower lip at the feeling of his squirming  under her bare sole. His little hands were still shooting out from under her toes as if her were still trying to crawl away. She looked about the floor at the others as she slowly pressed. She watched their faces as the one under her foot started crackling and crunching. She gave a sigh. Then taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and casually cruelly increased the pressure. It burst with a little squirt of brains and fluids shooting out in front of her foot. The rest just oozed out the sides and squished up between her toes. She focused her attention on one that was about three feet in front of her paralyzed in fear.                He was staring up at her terrorized. She giggled and said to her next squish in a low voice with a seductive face, “Look... Look at him ... Look at what’s left under my foot,”  He just stared up at her. (giggling) “LOOK!” She half heartedly ordered. He slowly filtered his eyes down her immaculate body and sexy legs to a gore ridden foot. She watched him and as he gazed upon his little friends remains she giggled again and lifted her heel and ground the remains as hard as she could. She watched as his face changed and he puked. “AWE…… You threw-up your last meal…… HERE! Let me give you some fresh meat to chew on.” Stepping off the remains, she took a step towards him and then with the other foot stepped forward to where she was now standing right over him. She lifted the gore wrenched foot high over him wiggling her toes. Droplets of blood and mush showered him. He fell onto his back and stared up in a blank stare. “What?” (Laugh) “No panic? ….. Your no fun.” and just casually lowered her foot from high above. It was neither fast nor slow. Just enough for a single squelching  crunch. After a single twist, she angled her foot up on its side and slid it in a rainbow smearing him.                 Some of the men had kept running. A couple had escaped to various crevices inaccessible to her. But a couple others were still looking for a place to hide as well as those immobilized in the hall. Then there was that tall awkward one scurrying about under the lip of the cupboards which hung out over the floor. He was obviously looking for a hole to climb up into. “HMMMMM,… You Just MUST be the little leader of this group,” as she made her way over to him. He just stopped his frantic search and looked up at her. It was over. She stopped a couple feet in front of him and bent down. “Come out from under there and confront me.  …Are you? Are you the leader of this little band of thieves?”                 It took all he could muster but he WAS the leader and had to be strong. “Y-Yes ma’am I am (gulp) The front man for these men. It is M-MY fault they are here. We..”                 “MAN? FRONT man? You’re a bug! A thief, like a little ant.” She said cutting him off. She stood up and grabbed a glass off the counter. “Here,” she said placing it upside down over him. “I want you to see what your  thievery has cost YOUR men.”                She took a moment to look about the room. There was one little man making his way to the refrigerator. She quickly chased after him to get him before he could get to its protection.  Diving at the last second, he just misted the slamming of her foot and rolled to safety crawling between the crevice of the cupboard and refrigerator. “Hmm. Good job little bug.” she said quickly panning for her next little bit of fun. There was one poor little bug stuck up against the far wall with NO place to run. She just looked at him and smiled. She tucked her hands behind her back and did this light footed bouncing prance towards him. Teasing him looking around at the ceiling and at other various areas until she was upon him and then just looked strait dawn at him;                “Hmmm, A COCHROACH. You really have to PUSH your foot down on those to kill them.” She smiled at him very seductively and wink. With a very low seductive voice she whispered, “Good bye bug.” lifting her foot up over him. He screamed, begged, and pleaded. She gave him a moment to savor the terror.  She was about to settle her foot down when she thought about twice it. Removing her foot from him, she asked, “Would you do anything to live?”                 “Oh YES. OH GOD YES! PLEASE!PLEASE! ANYTHING!!!”                …… “ANYTHING?” She mocked ….                “YES YES YES! ANYTHING PLEEEEEASE!” he replied.                 “Fine! I want to know the location of your little bug nest. Where you MEN reside…… HMMMMMM?.. Where is it?” She asked. He was there in a perplexed state. Speechless. “That is not an answer.” she said and started to lift her foot slowly. His jaw was moving but he wasn’t saying anything. “Hmmm? I guess you really weren’t willing to do ANYthing to live. GOOD BYE!” and speed up lifting her foot up over him again. She was ready to shove her  foot down and squash the insect when she heard ….. “NOOOOO WAAAAAAIIIIIT!” (Removing here foot) “Wh-what is g-going to h-hap--”                 “DO YOU want to live or not?.. Do not question ME. Answer or be mushed. 5-4-3--2---1(Lifting her foot) Goodb--”                 “OK OK…… the gutter. D-drain there is a-a-a- ledge we walked along to your house. It comes up at your nieg--”                 “I DID NOT ASK FOR DIRECTIONS! Just tell me WERE it is.”                 ………  (gulp) “In the back  of that b-big electrical box on the c-c-corner. Th-the that sewer warning one.”                  “Goooood,” She purred, “I will keep my promise… ‘I’ … will not kill you. My friend just loves to squish you little things.  I’ll take you to work with me and give you to her (giggle). …..OH SHOOT!,” as her face changed. “I am going to be late. I need to get dressed and outta here.”                 “NO NO.. OH GOD NO PLEEEEEASE… GOD YOU SAID I COULD LIVE……You said I would liiiiiiiive,” He cried out and started sobbing uncontrollably.                “Ohhhh, what to do with this insect?” she asked her self under her breath. “Well, I won’t kill ya’ but I never said I wouldn’t hurt you.” And she stepped down lightly on his ankle breaking it. He screamed and writhed in pain. He rolled on the ground grabbing his ankle crying and begging but it fell on deaf ears.                 She took a moment to wipe off her foot so as not to track the muck everywhere. Then she got a dinner knife out of the drawer and took it with the towel to plug up the whole. That would cut off that avenue of escape for any of the others who’d gotten away to hiding places.  She then left the remaining two there and made her way back to her bedroom paying little mind to those in the hall awaiting their turns. She grabbed a mid length skirt, black stockings, and her 3” black strappy heels. She slid into her skirt and made her way down the hall with her stockings and shoes in hand. “You guys are in trouble,” she said with a slight smile on her face passing them bye. She proceeded back to the kitchen where she grabbed her tongs and a bowl. “I’ll mush’em with my bare feet, but I sure as hell ain’t touchen those things with my hands.” She left her shoes next to a chair and went back to the hallway where she gathered up the bugs. She placed one in each stocking and the other three in the bowl. The one closest to the kitchen was abnormally fat. That must have been why he was stationed closest to the escape rout. She only paid notice because they are typically much juicier when you step on them. She walked her way back toward the chair stopping only to drop the fat one along the way. The two now remaining in the bowl were the one that got pushed down and the one that did the pushing.                 She took a seat rather leisurely placing the bowl on the floor. Letting one stocking drop next to the bowl. She started putting the other one on with the man still inside. He started screaming hysterically, but once again she could care less.  She just felt the nice smooth silky texture of the nylon as it slid up her leg. The little bug inside was nothing more than the frosting to dip her toes in. She went a little extra slow as she slid into the foot part. Partly for dramatics. The other for proper positioning. She pulled it taught for a nice snug fit and pushed out her leg waving her foot up and down and side to side. A slight smile crossed her face as it felt to be in place with the little squirming bug compressed to her sole. “Hmmm (smile) And now for the other.” She gently settled the one stocking clad foot down resting more of the weight back towards her heel. As the little shit contained within was more towards the toe.                  She reached down beside her to the other stocking. The little man inside, when not entranced with the fate of his protégée, was trying to climb his way through the maze of cloth and out of imminent death.  Unfortunate for him however, the time he wasted watching may have made the difference. He fell back down to the toe of the stocking upon its lifting from the ground. His heart pounded and his mind raced. The pain she had done to his legs earlier was atrocious but this now was it. She was putting him in his final place and he knew it. Terror raced thru him. He didn’t have any escape. He cried and softly begged knowing it would do no good. He felt the shifting of the nylon prison knowing her foot was making its entrance to seal his fate. She was in some what of a rush for work but refused to rush their death’s. She enjoyed taking her time and making it as horrible as possible for them. A new level of terror hit the poor bug as the nylon above him slowly separated and bare flesh toes slid their way in over him. The foot did not stop its entrance until he felt him self pulled up tight against the sole. Then he felt the squeeze out of his lungs and gravity pulling him in every direction. He could only remember moments before as he watched her pull her other stocking taught whipping her foot around to settle it in. It was now him and shortly she would be pressing him out of existence.                 She settled her foot in nice and taught and reached down to grab its shoe while keeping it raised. A casual smile once again crossed her sexy lips as she gently loosened the ankle strap. Bringing her knee up to her chest she tipped  her stockinged toes down allowing her foot to glide into its shoe. She maneuvered her foot around a little once in it for a good snug fit and tightened the ankle strap. Putting that foot down on the ground she focused its weight on the heel. She did not want him to mush just yet. She lifted the other foot with its poor little waiting sacrifice. Reaching down to grab the other shoe she winking at the two bugs in her bowl. She loosened the strap and began to slide that foot in with the poor little man inside. Him knowing his end was almost here. Once she had both men settled in place in her shoes she lightly allowed the shoes to rest flat on the floor. The stress on the poor men was enough such that they did not squish but she could feel the vibrations of both their trembling bodies through her feet.                 She giggled wondering why she had never done all this stuff before. It was GREAT. Up till now all she had ever done was go out of her way to step on one if she saw them. She would just tease them a little and then squish them under her shoe. Only a couple times had she ever done it barefoot. That was only due to the fact that she was barefoot at the time and situations existed such that her shoes were not immediately obtainable. She had always considered them disgusting and messy.  But a kill was a kill. And if she saw it and had the opportunity it was squished.                 Her dislike for them has always been passionate. Bestowed on her at an early age by her mother, she watched her mother hunt them down when there were signs of their presence. Her mother had a cruel hatred for them. She would seek out there nests and smush every last one she could. Only when her mom did it, it was more of an exterminator type of thing. For her, she just loved to feel them give way to her. The crying and crunching. The begging and popping. Their pleading and splatting.  Their squirting and smearing. Their dying for her. She enjoyed it and now she had reached a new level.                She wanted to lean into the toes of her feet and feel them both burst. A two for one deal however, was to good to pass up. She took her tongs and placed the two remaining bug men in her bowl in front of each shoe. Each of them complimented her by staying there in place paralyzed with fear and somewhat defeated. This was it. It was over. Their fates were inevitable now. She just looked down upon them with a satisfied smile. It was time to get on with it and get to work…. Looking down at the one in front of her left shoe, she wiggled her toes and asked, “You were the one that shoved him down in the hall weren’t you?”  Referencing  the one at her right with a nudge of her head while keeping her eyes on the one at her left in wait of his response. He did not answer verbally. Just nodded his head yes as he started to sob.                 “Why?” She asked calmly. “You didn’t want this to happen to you?” She  then lifted up the toe of her right shoe pivoting it on its heel and slid it forward over the man on her right. Changing her gaze as she did upon the one at her right to watch him disappear under the tip of her shoe and her cute sexy toes. She MMM’ed and smiled looking back at the one at her left. You could hear the cries of “GOD PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE NO! NO! …..(sob) NO. NO. Oh God no.” As she just hovered her foot in place and continued to look at the left one. “I’ll go slow so you can hear them crackle and crunch. Then,…. It’s your turn,” As she started to settle her foot down. Continuing from under her foot you could hear….. “Noo. Noho. NO! NO! NO! OH GOD! GOD NO!” As it saw her shoe start coming down on it…… “NOOO! PLEEE…” His screams quickly became muffled as her shoes’ sole settled down on his face. The man at her left was mesmerized in wide eyed glare staring at what was about to occur. She had a wide grin as she start to apply just a little pressure and then started to gently settle her wait into it. Hearing a little crackle here a pop there and an occasional crunch she started to become a little wet under her skirt.                 The one under her foot was squirming for all it could. It was definitely going to outlast the one under her shoe. The bottom of her foot was giving it a cushion not afforded the one between the sole of her shoe and the hard floor. She waited for a couple more crackles then gave a hard push downward. The one under her shoe exploded and shot it guts and brains out in front of her and oozed out the sides. The one under her foot however needed a little more to give way and she leaned down hard into her foot. That one too then burst, with a load muffled crunch, squishing up into her toes. The meaty parts were held in by the stocking but the liquids dribbled out and ran down the tip and over the side of the shoe. She then started to grind her foot back and forth pushing it down to really smear out the remains.                She sighed and relaxed back into her seat. Once again gazing down upon the one at her left. (Giggle) “MMM, So what did you think?” It just stared at her other foot where it had witness the cruel massacre. “Oh What? You want to see what is left? I seriously doubt there is all that much.” She mocked temporarily pivoting that shoe once again upon its heel. Shifting it off to the side to see. “Nope, just a smear.” Then settled it back down on top. “Well….” Acting impatient now. “It’s your turn to be a smear.” Followed with her lifting the toe of her left foot and sliding it forward to squish these two petrified bugs.                 She cleared her mind so as to focus all her attention on the feelings emanating from the bottom of her left foot. Slowly she lowered it. Just as she had done with the right waiting for the terror of anticipation to build. Then settled it down feeling their little bodies slowly compressing. The radiating screams of horror. Their skeletal structures giving way. Their flesh molding and conforming. Finally The big crunching and popping. The mushing of their innards smashing out and spreading as she applied more and more force. The toes of both feet now engulfed with silky squishy goo. Each shoe sliding around in the smeared wet remains on the slick floor. She giggled with girlish glee as she gently stood up. Being careful not to slip on the mess.                 She made her way over to the fat plump one she’d dropped in the middle of the floor moments earlier. It slobbered all over its self shaking its head no. Standing above him she looked down upon it and said, “I guess I’ll go with the right one on you.” With out hesitation she lifted her right foot up as high as she could, stamping it down with all her strength. As expected its splatter went everywhere. All over her left leg and shoe, the walls, even the cabinets on the other side of the room. Over where the little leader Brent awaited his own fate. There was even splatter on the glass which encased him.                She lifted her foot and shook it to get what ever might possibly have still been under it off. Then made her way toward Brent where the paper towels were. After a quick wipe of what she could of her shoes, she proceeded to the phone where she made two calls. One to the house cleaning service to get some one to clean up the mess, the other to her work to let them know she would be a little late. Without skipping a beat, Rachael grabbed a thick freezer lock bag and scooped Brent and the other bug for her friend inside to take to work.                Being careful not to step in any remains which would further perpetuate the mess, she grabbed her purse and keys and proceeded out the door. The feeling of the mush squishing in and out her toes with each step set a firing tingle of sexual arousal within her as she made her way to her car and left for work.