From the red grass field I was in the shadow of Crystal's massive frame loomed over me. I shivered out of fear and cold below her.

To Crystal, I couldn't have been more than 10 inches from the tip of her shoes. It looked to be at most 20 yards to me, and the pink loafers looked to be as large as viking longships, the pink suede shifting and contorting as she moved her feet within them,almost making them appear as if they were shifting about in a squall. Occasionally the tip of the shoe would be lifted to reveal it's sole – her right shoe had a white thing smashed into it, probably dried gum that was easily 2 to 3 times larger than me, with dirt caking it and between the gaps of her shoes. The noise of her feet inside sounded like a deep scratching – almost like a a bear sharpening it's claws against a tree – but louder.

Her enormous legs were above that, covered in tight fitting yoga pants, which ascended into the sky, stretching another 70-80 yards into the air, neither thick nor skinny, before meeting her shirt. Her breasts stuck out from under her white shirt enough to cut off the bottom of her face, so her head was tilted down completely to see me at her feet. She was so far above me that it looked like her head was in heaven, the light around the her face and the distance from it made it difficult to see clearly.

The red grass I was in went about a yard up, reaching the bottom of my chest, and was spread out before me like a vast alien plain. It was thick and tall enough to cover my penis, and for the first time I felt like I wasn't completely naked because of it.

And off, over a 1000 yards away, was Amoe, still in the room, sitting at the desk and texting on her phone. She wasn't facing me and had her headphones in, leaving me basically alone with the giant in front of me.

I was watching the tip of Crystal's right shoe lift far above me as put her weight on her heel, the pink longship contorting as if it hit a huge wave. Her toes shifted within them, the noise audible as her nails scratched the inside of the suede shoe, which bent the tip of the shoe further upward. I nervously stared as dirt fell from the bottoms of them, bits of particles that looked like rocks from a collapsing mine shaft. Her right foot lingered like this, the bottom of it now looking to be 5 to 10 yards above me, before slamming down into the carpet, the sudden shockwave knocking me down. I heard what sounded like the crack of gunfire above me before I realized it was Crystal giggling.

“Well, tiny boy?” It was Crystal, her booming voice still sounded like her but also sounded like thunder from the sky, vibrating me as I lied on the floor.

Being on the floor now made me shiver in fear. The truth is, she was pretty. But her beauty seemed more like a goddess then of a person, her huge figure looming over me was frightening; she seemed to relish the position she was in, and the fact that even her smallest movements could send me tumbling to the floor.

I was afraid to move. But her voice boomed at me again.

“Get up midget” She said, her voice more authoritative.

I complied simply out of fear, getting onto an unsteady knee, using all my energy to stand over my general exhaustion. I stood, and the pink longships hadn't moved from their original position, the huge things flanking both sides of my body about 20 yards from me.

“Look at me” Crystal commanded.

I looked up, and shuddered. Crystal hadn't changed, I was simply more frightened than before. Her face in heaven was neutral, her arctic blue eyes looked down on me coldly. She did look like a goddess.

“Well?” Her voice boomed, vibrating me.

But I didn't say anything. I was young and naive, and I still thought of myself as a person. Even exhausted as I was, I felt a sudden surge of pride. I wasn't going to be intimidated.

Crystal was studying me, and smiled deviously, as if she knew what I was thinking.

“What? Do you want a closer look?” Her voice boomed as she laughed, the girlish sound an alien thunderstorm.

She didn't move. I was afraid – and she let the dread wash over me like a wave. She continued to smile and laugh, until she slowly brought her huge longship of pink loafer up, bending her knee completely at a 90 degree angle. The thing cast me in a dark shadow and I watched it in fear, dirt and dust and strands of carpet rained down on me from the sky like a storm, bits and pieces hitting my naked body.

And then it descended, rapidly and like a blur, right on top of me. I only could comprehend my terror, a swelling of fear that seemed to overtake every nerve in my body as the her sole appeared to land right on top of me, her thunderstorm of laughter all I could hear. This was it – my life was about to end as a bloody pulp under Crystal's loafer.

BOOOM

It felt like I was hit by an explosion. The blast of air and the tremors of the earth sent me airborne, and as I opened my eyes time seemed to be moving in slow motion. The red carpet below me looked still like a grass field, but I could see the air pushing on it like ripples in a wave, tracing my vision back to its location on my right was the pink longship of a loafer, my naked body above it by about 5 yards above the tip of the shoe.

In an instant I was slammed back into the earth, dazed and confused. Crystal's laughter boomed above me and I simply quaked below her, scared off my ass.

Why was this happening to me? What had my life become? This was supposed to be a night to support men's rights, but had quickly turned into a nightmare.

Hindsight was 20/20, and what happened tonight would only be the tip of the iceberg, the first step in the psychological and physical nightmare that was minimization.

But I wasn't thinking about that then. Instead, I was lying face down in the long red grass as Crystal's laughter boomed above me. I didn't turn to look up at her, I simply shook in the grass below her, scared and exhausted. And then I heard a noise that frightened me further, the sound of a cork being removed from a bottle, the noise at my tiny size sounded like an energy weapon being fired in a cave.

She was drinking more. Oh god. I'm now entirely convinced that alcohol is what made this such a nightmare – I'm not even sure how much of this the girls even comprehended due to themselves being drunk. And Crystal, apparently, wasn't done yet.

I felt a sharp blow to my back which left a stinging sensation. The sharp pain shot a surge of adrenaline I didn't know I had, and I scrambled up onto me feet, ready to bolt. Crystals right loafer appeared as a huge pink wall to my left, and as I turned to run I was hit by a splash of liquid. I paused to look at it on my skin, and realized what had hit me. A drop of wine. I craned my head upwards, Crystals right leg was directly next to me and made it appear like I was looking up a black building before they connected at her pelvis, and above that the angle was too steep to make out anything of her body besides are boobs sticking out. But I could see her arms far in the sky, and the bottle titled towards her mouth, she was taking a long, slow drink, and occasional droplets of wine must have leaked from the side of her mouth only to fall to the ground at a terrifying velocity, with enough force and momentum to feel like I was being punched by a boxer. I instinctively went to take cover, and tucked myself under the side of the loafer, the side of the shoe was basically flat but there was enough of bulge above the sole of the shoe to provide a slim amount of cover.

Crystal was looking down at Mark, and could tell he was afraid. She had him right where she wanted.

She knew exactly what she was doing. “What, do you want a closer look?” she said, simultaneously laughing, knowing the power she had over the tiny boy. She stared down at the tiny boy who looked up at her, he was so cute and helpless, wide eyed with fear. It made her feel like a god. But she wanted more. She wanted Mark to worship her.

So she continued to laugh, and began to raise her right foot, staring down at the tiny man who could clearly comprehend what was happening but was too afraid to move. The power felt almost palpable. She bent her knee to almost a 90 degree angle, exaggerating her movements, wanting to savor and to scare the life out of Mark. And she was – she could tell. Mark looked horribly afraid, like a man sentenced to die. The look was addicting – a conveyance of her raw power in the terror of another person. Her loafer now hovered a foot or two in the air over the tiny boy, casting him a dark shadow. Even if he had run, if she had wanted, he would have never been able to escape – she could easily turn him into paste.

I'm a god. It's time Mark come to accept me as his god.

And without thinking Crystal slammed her foot down, and if she was honest with herself, wasn't entirely in control. But her subconscious mind did exactly what she wanted – aimed as close to Mark as possible without hitting him.

And her foot slamming to the ground was exhilarating. To her it felt like only that, just a stomp on the ground. But to Mark it must have been like a terrifying car bomb, and she watched the concussive force knock him into the air and away from her loafer, he was sent up high enough to get over the top of her shoe.

The rush of power and the ease in which sent Mark flying was just too much for her, and she found herself laughing uncontrollably. Mark below her was shaking in the grass, clearly so terrified and shell shocked. He couldn't move.

I'll be a patient with him. By the end of the night he will accept me as his goddess.

And so she let him reorient himself without rushing him. In the meantime she leaned over to the couch (which was only a few feet away) and grabbed an open bottle with a cork in it. She looked down to see Mark still next to her right flat, her left one still in it's original position slightly behind it. He looked so cute down there shaking. She laughed and opened the bottle, and drank long and deeply from it. She needed the energy. It was only just past midnight, and foresaw this night going on for a few more hours.

Eventually the high velocity wine drops stopped, leaving an unnerving silence. Amoe was still off in the distance not facing us on her phone, and I could hear only the audible noise of the keyboard app. The loafer I was near didn't move, but I could sense it shifting behind me, the foot inside began scratching the tip with otherworldly noise that caused me to bolt away from it in fear.

I took a few steps forward and then Crystals' voice echoed from the heavens. I looked up, only her arctic blue eyes visible on her face, the rest blocked from below by the rest of her body. Her head craned forward so I could see her eyes past the bottom of her black yoga clad crotch and the boobs within the white shirt, her red hair dangling from the sky like I was under some kind of gigantic exotic tree.

“Tiny maaaaaan” Her voice boomed, the red carpet vibrating around me making it difficult to remain upright. “Do you think I'm pretty?”

I was filled with dread again, and I found my throat dry – the fear of Crystal making it impossible for me to talk. I could only see her eyes, I couldn't make out the rest of her face, but I heard a thunderous giggle, and I knew she was enjoying herself, relishing my obvious terror.

“Do you need me to get closer?” Her voice boomed, laughter coming before and after it. I knew what was going to happen before it did, my anxiety spiking as Crystals left pink loafer which was about 20 yards in front of me still was suddenly high in the air above me.

The terror of her stomp overrode my own fear preventing me from talking.

“No!” I screamed, so afraid the words coming out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying.

Upon releasing my shout I watched Crystal's mouth twist into a smile, but then stared in horror as the pink loafer shifted over me like a humongous space ship, casting me in a dark shadow, leaving me shielding my head as bits of dirt fell on me like a hailstorm. I could no longer see anything but the sole of it above me.

Terrified I shouted again, hoping to appease her. “You're pretty!”

Crystal laughed. “Awww, that's so sweet of you” Her words barely had finished coming out her mouth when the left loafer fell directly on top of me.

BOOOOM

I was in the air again. This time was similar to the last, except time didn't appear to slow down – just one fast blur of movement, an ascent and descent, red, pink, black and white color all spinning around me like some kind of strange Rorschach.

But I didn't land in the carpet. I was blown up and away from her left loafer, straight in the wall of the right loafer, stunning me. I helplessly fell down to the ground from here, dazed and confused onto my back, my ears ringing, my body bruised – but otherwise alive.

It took a few seconds for my hearing to come back. And Crystal was laughing. I could see her chest moving and her hands up to her face, but I was directly below her crotch and her eyes were only out far enough so she could see me.

The loafers were now on either side of me, about 15 yards between them, but I was only about a yard from the right one. Two huge pink walls, completely crushing the red grass they came in contact with, their soles completely flat. They extended another 15 yards in either direction.

I trembled nakedly on my back as Crystal's booming laughter shook the floor, I was surrounded by her Suede shoes, her monolithic yoga clad legs above them ascending like black skyscrapers. Her small but plump butt visible about 75 yards above me.

I was on the verge of bursting into tears, but Crystal wasn't done with me. In fact, this was only the beginning. Her voice boomed.

“How pretty am I Mark?”

Her red hair shimmered like copper ropes down in front of her face and chest, her arctic blue eyes below them, only a few red freckles visible before the rest of her face was cut off. I was thoroughly terrified of Crystal, and I yelled a haphazard response.

“You're really pretty Crystal!” Her terror coerced me into saying it, I had to please this giantess or risk being crushed.

“Hmm?” was all she said. Even something as simple as that vibrated me on the floor and filled me with dread. She continued to stare and I yelled again.

“You're beautiful!” I yelled, hoping against hope to appease her, hoping she would stop torturing me.

But I knew in my heart of hearts that this was only just the start of this situation. She was leading me somewhere – but I wasn't quite sure where yet.

“C'mon silly bug” She said with a giggle, her booming voice thundering over my trembling naked from my back in the tall red grass. “You can do better”

And then, to my horror, she lifted the tip of her right loafer clad foot next to me, her heel remaining on the ground, and swung it over me, the white gum from below looking more gray and filled with chunks of dirt, strangely warping around the grooves of the sole like it was part of it's design.

I felt like a bug. It must have been 3 times higher than me standing.

“How beautiful?” Her voice boomed, the rest of her body no longer visible, just her the massive gum clad sole above me, leaving me cast in it's dark shadow. Bits of filth fell from the soul, like a shower of raining dirt.

I stood up and ran away from it, my fear no longer freezing me but causing me to move faster than I'd ever moved, my exhaustion now gone and subsumed by mortal terror. I was running towards her left loafer, illogical of course, but it made some sense, if I ran in any other direction I would have been running further under her sole. I hadn't made it far at all, only out from under her loafer when her laughing voice thundered and the shadow was back over me.

boom

A pink wall slammed down to my right, the concussive force knocking me back onto my ass. With the thunder of laughter from above, I attempted to stand and run, but found myself disoriented, my balance unsteady. Crystals right loafer was now at an angle, the way behind me cut off, but also the way to my right, only a gap of light between the the tip of the two loafers. And so I panicked, running back towards the heel, the gap of light coming from between her shoes here looking like the opening of a tunnel.

Crystal continued to laugh. “Where do you think you're going bug?”

Why did she keep calling me bug? Is that what I am now? Just a bug?

A dark shadow was cast over me again, and particles of dust fell from above me striking me in the head like a stone with enough force for me tumble and fall. The light turned darker and I felt a rush of wind. I screamed in terror.

This is it. She's going to squash me like a bug.

Crystal toyed with the tiny boy below her, trying to scare the life out of him. She had no intent of hurting him, but she wanted him to realize how helpless he was before her, he wanted him to admit that she was a goddess in beauty and power.

She took a long, deep drink of wine and picked her right foot off the ground, leaving the ball of her foot down just to swing the rest her shoe, the heel over him. He began to run hopelessly, his little form barely appearing to move below her. She relished the moment, and took another swig from her wine while leaving her eyes on the tiny boy, before laughing by his amusingly futile attempt of escaping her.

“Where do you think you're going bug?” She said, swinging her foot over the top of the tiny boy, no longer able to see him, laughing all the while, just imaging the terror he must have been experiencing thinking that this was the end of him filled her with unparalleled glee.

He really is a bug. Crystal thought, drinking more wine, the heady feeling of the alcohol mixed with intoxicating feeling of power, making her feel so very alive.

And then she began to lower her heel, slowly, not entirely sure what her plan was, thinking for a second that perhaps she should crush him.

No. She thought. Where would be the fun in that? I want Mark to worship me as his god.

She could hear his tiny screams from under her shoe but she continued to lower her heel anyway, laughing all the while.

But his Goddess does have to show him his new purpose.

I screamed and tried to scramble forward, onto my hands and knees, but the heel continued to lower, and pressed into me. I got a few yards forward, towards the side of the loafer, when it hit my back and sent me tumbling into the red grass.

Crystal laughed as I screamed below her, and the flat sole of her loafers heel fell onto me, irresistible and hard, until it pushed me onto my stomach. I was attempting to crawl, and only made it foot or two until it rested on my back, pushing the air from my lungs to the point I could only draw a fraction of breath, and locked me in place.

Almost the top half of my chest was out from under her shoe, my face pressed into the red grass taking short shallow breaths, still struggling to push off from the suede pink wall which pinned me from above. The rough sole felt cold and hard against my back, the grooves of the shoe pushing painfully into my skin. I was powerless

Laughter boomed above me as the rough sole above me violently dragged me sideways, flipping me onto my back in a painful rolling that I thought was about to snap my arms for a second. The hard sole was pressing my flaccid penis awkwardly onto by abdomen, the sensation painful and uncomfortable.

I must have looked as scared as I felt, because when Crystal's arctic blue eyes looked at me she grinned from ear to ear. Her white face looked like a cloud in the sky, her long red hair looked like tens of thousands of glimmering copper chains that were dozens of yards long, swaying in a strange breeze.

“How do I look?” Her voice boomed down on me again, still locked partially under her loafer. It looked like a great pink wall I was trapped under.

Crystal terrified me but the fear of being crushed made me desperate, and I finally asked the obvious.

“Crystal! What are you doing?!” I screamed in horror.

Crystal began to giggle, each breath causing her shoe to press onto and off me slightly, forcing air from my chest and making me panic further.

“I'm asking you a question, silly” Her booming voice was strangely cute and bubbly, like she was talking to dog. It only increased my fear.

She laughed as I looked in and frightened confusion, before her voice boomed back over me.

“Look, it's not that difficult of question. Let me show you.” She paused to giggle, each little laugh squeezing more and more air from my lungs.

I was gasping below her as she continued to speak, her booming voice vibrating everything around me.

“To me, you look like a bug. You look like a bug about to be squashed to be perfectly honest.” Her face curled into a wide grin revealing her exposed to teeth, before she lifted her shoe and slowly brought the sole over my body, until only my head was exposed below it.

“You look terrified. I've never seen anything so tiny look so afraid.”

She giggled, and then the sole of the shoe began to lower, and I felt the cold surface begin to press into me, until locking me in place.

“You should be.” She smile. “I could crush you whenever I want.”

The words of being crushed made my anxiety spike and tried to get away, pushing on the wall trapping my lower body uselessly. She laughed and her sole pressed all the air from my lungs, before lifting it off enough to let me take small breaths.

“You look so cute when you struggle like that. It's pathetic. You can't get away.” She giggled and the sole pressed onto and off of me as she did.

“You think if I wanted to crush you you'd still be alive? You can't escape. It be so easy...”

Her smile wore off and she looked down at me coldly. The pressure began to increase slowly, and my adrenaline spiked, and I started to scream.

Crystal just giggled until the weight completely prevented me from breathing, tears coursing from my eyes as I awaited my doom.

“But you sound...” She paused, and put a finger under chin, tapping it a few times. “You sound like a little mouse cornered by snake.”

She stared at me, her arctic blue eyes looked like they could be huge blue suns in the sky. The pink wall of the loafer was taking up much of my vision below her.

Mercifully, she lifted the sole of her shoe off me now, releasing me from my prison, before slamming it down directly next me, only a yard off to my left. She lifted the enormous black tower of her other leg, only a few inches to her dozens of yards to me, before I saw it descend from the sky onto me. I flinched in fear, closing my eyes as a blast of wind sent me slamming into the shoe already next to me.

I opened my eyes disoriented and confused, the long red grass around me still swaying. Both shoes were now only giving me a yard of space between them, the pink sued looking like huge walls trapping me between them. The bulged a bit about 2-3 yards before going back up towards the the skin of her ankle above them.

She was directly on top of me, looking straight down and laughing, and I found myself standing up. I realized I was completely surrounded by pink walls, I was in a gap about less than 3 yards wide far less than 10 yards long, a natural pocket which formed between the two loafers design. She had brought them adjacent to each other, the walls of the shoe touching to create a pink loafer cavern, with me trapped at the bottom. The soles were flat and gave me no options of crawling under.

She trapped me like a bug between her shoes.

What was happening to me?

“So” her voice boomed, and she composed herself. She bent forward slightly to look at me, her face and hair off in the heavens, just a skyscraper off in the sky.

“How do I look, bug?”

My stomach sank, but I found myself looking, and I realized I no longer saw Crystal. I saw an enormous monster of a person, like godzilla. I almost said it, but I was terrified of Crystal. I had no intention of insulting her.

“You look like god” I said, preventing myself from saying godzilla. Crystal smiled.

Her voice boomed around me as she stood up straight, no longer looking at me, off towards a mirror as she smiled at her reflection.

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Crystal looked at herself in the mirror, and and could see Amoe sitting at the desk in the reflection. She had her headphones in and I was looking at her phone, and had no idea what was happening in the room. The two other girls snored, Stephanie the little spoon to Kelly, her face nuzzling into the larger girls armpit.

I really do look like a god, don't I?

She looked back at the tiny boy now trapped between her loafers. He did look like a bug, so small and pathetic he was trapped between her shoes. Absolutely adorable.

“Goddess, don't you mean?” She said smiling.

The little boy squeaked back up at her. “Yes, a goddess!”

A goddess?

She tsk tsked him, and the little boy flinched at the noise, causing her to chuckle. She picked her heels up off the ground slightly before bringing her weight back onto them, the small amount of moment causing the tiny naked man to tumble to the ground below her.

“Wrong. You look like a bug” She said with a giggle as the boy trembled from his back.

“Where as I...” She didn't need to finish, the tiny boy squeaked words finally understanding.

“You're the goddess! My goddess! Your beautiful, like Aphrodite, only prettier!”

Crystal smiled. The tiny boy finally understood, and even though the words caked with the sound of terror and were clearly coerced, made her feel wonderful. She felt valued and beautiful, and it made her heart flutter.

Mark had complemented her for her beauty – his cute little curls accentuating his goofy personality. He really was a great guy.

She wasn't looking at him as she daydreamed above him, eventually she turned to look back at the tiny man trapped between her shoes. She deftly picked up one of them, and scooped her shoe off before doing the same with the other. The little man still frozen below her, before she placed them back around him, trapping back in her shoe cave.

Crystals feet were out of her shoes, but the cage was still around me, her legs spread apart now making them them appear to descend 75 or so yards on either side of him before disappearing behind the pink wall of the loafer.

What was happening to me? I found calling Crystal my goddess, somehow, natural. It was all incredibly strange and terrifying.

The area around me darkened and I looked up, her white face with arctic blue eyes only about 30 yards above me. Her long red hair fell down around it, giving me the perspective of a shimmering red wall that cut off my vision outside of it. It made her face appear like the canopy in some kind of strange enormous alien forest, scrunching her freckles as her voice boomed hot wine air down onto me, blowing the carpet about as dust and dirt whipped around me.

“Your goddess is going to slip into something more, comfortable, and you can properly worship her.” She giggled. “Speaking of which – you don't look like like you are properly revering her.”

I didn't need to be asked twice, even the warm wine wind gusting around me filled me with dread.

I got on my knees, prepared to prostrate myself before her. “Yes, goddess” I said meekly, relieved to no longer be under her shoe, more accepting of the horrible situation I was in, just praying it might end.

“Good my little bug” Crystal said, her shoes and face my world.

She stood up, her face ascending back into the heavens. Her leg began to shift upwards, the walls of the loafer too high for me to see what the lower part of her leg was doing, I stared meekly from my knees, and then the huge bare foot of Crystal's slowly came over from the edge of the pink wall, looking like an enormous spaceship. It made the whole area in dark, and I could smell and feel the heat from it, the light drowning it from behind and making the dark underside look like a silhouette.

It eventually came to a stop over me, light peaking through her white big and second toe leaving me illuminated in a ray of light, Crystal's eyes visible from in between her toes.

“Do you trust me Mark?” Crystal said, and I watched in terror as the suede loafer walls to my sides began to get collapsed under Crystal's foots weight, slowly lowering the massive foot onto me.

I didn't hesitate, my fear now dictating my behavior, and I yelled from my knees.

“Yes, I trust you goddess!”

Crystal laughed and and her foot seemed to disappear above me, leaving me to bathe in the light, narrowly avoiding getting crushed again.

“Now don't you go anywhere” She laughed as her face ascended back into the sky. She took a step forward, her pale white foot passing above me like some kind of huge ship, discolored around the balls of her foot and heel, moving faster than a high speed train and disappearing off into the distance. The world shook around me as her foot landed, a booming echoing like explosions, and with another boom she disappeared from my vision, until her footsteps and vibrations lessened and lessened until I heard the door close. And then it was quiet, and I was on my knees, alone, naked and trapped.

But I heard the strange noise of buttons being pressed, and realized I wasn't alone. Amoe was still in the room. Had she not noticed anything that happened? I couldn't see her from where I was, the pink walls to the side of me only letting me see the light off in the sky.

I shouted nakedly from my knees, still too terrified to stand. “Amoe! Amoe! Please!”

I paused but heard nothing other than the tapping of her phone. Could she still not hear me? Was I really that small?

I broke down and began to sob, my tears coursing down my naked body.