She was above me, she had a mousy look to her but in an attractive way and a beauty mark above her lip, she was dressed in all black from her nylons to her dress and her lips were a dark shade of red.

“Hello little one, looks like it's my lucky day" I tried to run but she was too fast, her hand wrapped around me and I was lifted to her face. She shut the stall door behind her, her breath smelled of alcohol and I was dangerously close to her mouth. "I have the perfect spot for you" She began to pull down her pants and what I could now tell were tights, from what I could tell she was clean-shaven. Her hand started to move me closer and closer to her tights, as she dropped me I could hear a stream of piss hit the water. The falling feeling happened again and I landed in her tights right up against her thigh. The sound of her heel unzippering was all I hared before I got flipped upside-down and her fingers descended upon me. Her leg was pointed in the air and I was being pushed up or I guess down her tights towards her foot. The entire time I was being rubbed against her hot sweaty flesh. By the time I reached her calf I was soaked and smelled vaguely of her perfume, but the father she pushed me the worse the smell got until finally I made it to her foot, the smell itself was bad but bearable, she tried positioning me under her arch but I wasn't sticking as she expected, and while she struggled to get me in position being rubbed against her foot I was swallowing mouthfuls of sweat, this nylon prison was like a swamp, hot, humid and wet, even the nylon around me felt damp. She soon gave up on the arch and sent me right toward her toes, the smell got ten times worse, my head was near her big toe and my entire body was in between her sole and toes. My whole body was wet and sticky by this point where I was sticking to her foot the nylon around me made it hard to breath already but now the heat from her toes was making it impossible. She wiggled and scrunched her toes around me, the pressure felt like I was going to pop and the wiggling was like being punched. Soon the whole world shifted, and the light around me was blocked off. The air became thicker and the heat more intense, then I heard a zipper. I was in her shoe and it was hell. The sweat from her foot was coming close to drowning me, and then she stood up, the pressure of each step risked me popping, I had no sense of time or space I was a foot toy now. Time passed, at one point she stepped down hard and I felt my arm snap, but yelling out in pain just pilled my mouth with sweat. More time passed, occasionally she would scrunch her toes around me, when she did this I could feel myself getting weaker, by this point I must be covered in bruises on top of my burns, she was dancing drinking and having a blast while I was stuck under her foot in living hell, with every step getting more beaten and broken. The pressure let off and she started playing with me more with her toes, she was sitting down I think. In the time I was under her I had broken my arm and possibly a few ribs. The heat felt like I was being baked alive and the pressure soon came back as she began walking again. Finally light and some moderately fresh air. There was no longer loud music or voices so I assumed I was now in her home and she was taking off her shoes. I was buried between her toes, nylons, and carpet. Not being in the shoe was worse pressure wise, her foot not resting on the carpeted ground. Her full body weight would probably kill me right now. What happened next was a miracle, the nylon fabric was removed from her foot but I was stuck in between her toes still, she wiggled them a bit in the carpet, pressing me into it and I hared a giggle from above. In an instant, her foot lifted up and I was peeled from it. I was hanging upside-down she had grabbed me from my leg and was looking me over. That same smirk formed on her face and she set me on the nightstand.

            The room I was in was fairly average, clothes were thrown around the room, posters of various musical artists and a lot of shoes piled near the door. She was sitting on the bed looking at her phone, a smile came to her face and she looked at me, the phone came at me at an alarming rate. On the screen was a picture of a very large ass, the back of the panties stained red. The caption read "oops, that's what a night of partying will do to your ass slave" The phone pulled away and she continued to scroll. Looking around a bit more the nightstand I was on had a mirror and a glass of water, looking into the mirror I saw myself for the first time in a while, my body was purple and red, burn marks covered various parts of my body and well as having too black eyes, my left arm was limp broken. I was destroyed. In the mirror behind me, a hand was approaching fast. It was upon me. There was no warming, no foreplay, one moment I was on the nightstand and the next her hand. She laid down on the bed and started to slider her panties off with me in hand. Her dress was still on and I went headfirst into her sex. There was no beating around the bush she was already wet. I slid in easy her hand around my ankles. It was hot wet and sticky inside of her, but not in the same was as her feet, if her feet were a sauna her vagina was an oven, it was cooking me alive. In, out, in, out, in, out, in out. Every time I consumed more or her juices and I couldn't help it. I tried to stop it by thrashing about but that only mar her go faster. One hard shove into her and I didn't come back out, instead, I could feel her finger pushing me deeper in. the walls were smooth almost like silk, it was hard to breathe but I managed to get a few deep breaths here and there between how much liquid I was swallowing. The more I thrashed to escape this prison of flesh the tighter the walls got, I could hear her heartbeat getting faster and even moans from outside the walls. Tighter it got though, the already tremendous pain I was in got worse, I felt more of my ribs break. The heartbeat started to sound like a defining drum. I was going to pop, be turned into red past inside of her. The pressure kept building this was it! A tug on my legs pulled me out so fast the friction burned me. She still had two fingers in her and the climax had not come yet, as fast as I was pulled out I was dropped again. Landing in her mouth. The moans were much louder and the wet hotness was the same as before but this time there was no playing around. I was in her mouth for maybe ten seconds before she swallowed. Pushed down the long tube again I heard a scream and the heartbeat around me going at a million miles an hour. She orgasmed.  I landed in the pool again, but this time I didn't contain the same amount of liquid as before. It was much less but all; I could do was lay there in pain, beaten broken and now being digested, probably for good this time. With no party raging on it was easier to hear the outside world. Heavy panting and then "Fuck, holy fuck, you were... so... fucking good. My god I haven't came like that in so long" a couple of pats on her stomach came after. "Thanks, but could you maybe move around in there a bit, it helps me sleep" The rage-filled me and in a last-ditch effort I began punching the walls of her stomach, the whole world flipped as she changed position. I was plunged into the bile, it burned the same way, and I struggled to get out of it. Finding ground that wasn’t dissolving me I cried out. The smell of her stomach was the same but everything burned more before, I clutched at my broken arm and felt my hand peel my melting skin off. I hit the walls and screamed, the pain was unbearable, maybe she would have mercy and let me out so I pounded more. I collapsed and soon lost feeling in my legs, the nerve endings must have burned off by this point, the pain became too much and finally, she shifted again throwing me into the bile. I didn't have the strength to swim. I drifted off dissolving in her stomach.

The next morning Rose woke up, morning light shining through her window. She stretched towards the sky, her perky breasts slightly bouncing up with her. She threw her covers off and stood up. She looked at her tights on the ground and thought about how it was going to be a bitch to clean the gore from her right foot, diminished always stained. She looked at the bottom of her heels to see another diminished got crushed underneath her treads, she didn't even notice. Her stomach started to growl as she walked naked down the hallway to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and began to shit. She thought about that diminished she swallowed last night and began to text some of her friends about how amazing it was and that it listened to her and struggled inside her till she fell asleep. The group chat was flooded with pictures of crushed diminished on asses and shoes, some plastered to soles of girls and then a few pictures with toilets filled with shit and diminished bones. Rose finished and stood up snapping a picture of the shit, surprisingly enough the bones of the diminished she ate last night were right on the top. She posted the picture in the chat and flushed than sat back down to wipe. That would be the last time she thought of that diminished but not the last she would consume.