Sarah continued to daydream as she was finally leaving the plane. There wasn't much left to do now except for Sarah and Dianne to check into the hotel. They would have an early day tomorrow, so they both agreed to relax for the evening. Sarah was eager to teach Dianne about inserts back at the hotel, and found herself reflecting on her first tiny experience again.

***

As Sarah came back in she sat down next to her mother, her one foot out of her ugg, the smell of which she even noticed a bit sitting on the couch. One little man was still in the box, he had wedged himself into a corner and was staring straight down, obviously scared. She didn't know where the other one was, but had a strange feeling that she knew why her ugg was off. She set her shoes down on the floor in front of them.

Her sneakers were a typical pair of running shoes. When they were new they had a disruptive pattern of black and white, giving them a digital look. Now, they were clearly dirty, and white had turned a shade of yellow, the soles along the bottom and sides covered in miscellaneous filth and vegetation. She'd worn out the back of the heel on the inside, revealing a white plastic layer, and the insoles were so thoroughly worn none of the design had survived, the mangled thing clearly formed around the shape of Sarah's foot.

The tiny man below Sarah's mothers foot couldn't see any of this, the faint light that poured in between the giantesses toes only allowing him to see the toe cocoon he was a prisoner too. But the earth shook violently for the tiny boy from Sarah's booming steps and her depositing of the shoes on the ground. The little man was terrified by what was happening around him, and he instinctively licked the toe skin above him harder and faster in fear, somehow hoping that perhaps the woman who had imprisoned him here would spare him if he pleased her, hoping that his fate would simply be to remain trapped under this woman's toes, licking them forever.

And then the toe cave lifted off him, and he instinctively lurched upward after it, still attempting to lick the toes haplessly. When his eyes finally adjusted to the sudden increase in light, he looked up. Sarah's mother was coldly staring down at him as she swung her bare foot back over her leg, crossing it, and began to bob her toes back and forth, flexing her ankle up and down and making the skin below her foot contort like a yellow wave.

For a second he remembered that his tiny brother was still up there, trapped between the woman's toes, before he tried to push it from his mind. It was easy enough, because Sarah's gaze shifted down upon him, and her booming voice felt like it sent a shockwave through him.

“Oh, there he is” The giant woman turned to her mother. “What was he doing down there?”

Sarah's mother turned to her daughter and smiled, before turning back towards the tiny man far below her. Her stare sent a shiver down his spine.

“Oh. I was just using him for a little diversion. Rather a personal pleasure of mine.”

Sarah's mothers huge foot lingered above him, her bare skin revealing the swirls of her skin which were still glistening with sweat. She flexed her wrinkly sole over him, the skin bulging and contorting like waves in the sea. He watched as sweat rolled along the bottom of her sole, down to the bulge under the ball of her foot by her toes. It turned into a drop and which he watched fall and splash down near him, the warm mist causing him to twitch in fright. The women's eyes were on him, they were two huge buildings sitting next to him, their feet lingering above and in front of him, Sarah's gray socks clinging her huge feet as she had her legs crossed as well.

“Well that's totally not vague” Sarah said, who started to bob her foot up and down, creating a gust of funky smelling wind.

The mother turned to her daughter and smiled. “Well, if you must know, he was giving my toes a little massage with his tongue.”

She turned and looked down at the tiny man below her bare foot, flexing her toes, and for a second saw his tiny naked brother wedged between her toes before they relaxed, enveloping him between the web of skin between her toes. He felt like nothing more than a tiny pebble, and as her toes relaxed upon him she could feel his tiny body give a bit as her flesh completely surrounded him.

And just like that he was gone, no longer visible to the naked eye. She smiled.

Sarah looked at her mother and scrunched up her nose. “Ew, that's gross. Like, he licks your feet, and you enjoy it?” She had her hands around her knees and she was pulling back her foot so that her gray sock was curled upward over the boy. He was on his knees below her, trembling.

“Yes, dear. You might think it's odd, but it's really quite pleasurable.” She began to run her fingers through her toes, bits of little blank gunk gathering in little balls that she rolled up between her fingers. Each for each accumulation of filth she gathered she would reposition her hand above the tiny teen, for which she would rub her fingers together, created a shower of gunk onto the tiny boy. She deliberately skipped the one that his brother was in.

“You don't think that it's, like, weird?” Sarah asked, her voice thunder.

Her mother giggled for a second, before she said. “How different is it to getting a pedicure or a massage?” She smiled, and reached down towards her daughters foot, ripping off her sock to reveal the white sole of her foot, the thick callouses underneath her feet brown in color compared to the rest her skin. Her feet looked far rougher, there were callouses on her toes, ball, and heel, which were thick and brown, and had visible layers of dirt caked into them. Layers of torn skin were on the ball of her foot and heel, with a thick spot on under the joint of her big toe. There was a recently drained pocket of puss adjacent to her big toe and the ball. It must have burst recently, looking white and visibly disconnected from her foot, the skin soft and baggy with a small hole near the top.

The tiny teen was terrified. Every moment seemed to make his life pass into an ever increasing hell. Her foot looked huge and rough, like a double decker bus that had gone through the destruction derby. He was dumbfounded by it, and found himself staring. It was obviously toned and muscular, and she was clearly used to running.

The mother's voice boomed around him.

“Wow. You poor thing. I knew you were a runner, but if I had seen you tootsies like this before, I would have gotten you inserts sooner.”

Both of the woman looked down at the tiny boy trembling by their feet. He looked up at them, their huge bare feet above him like bridges, the old womans paler yellow flesh juxtaposed with the brown callouses under Sarah's feet, a ridge of lighter yellow skin between them.

“Him? You want him to, like, what? Be an insert?”

She looked at her mother quizzically, still not understanding what she meant. Her mother rolled her eyes at her daughter naivete.

She reached down towards the tiny man. Her hand looked like a huge crane coming from the sky to the tiny boy, darkening the sky above him. Her fingers grabbed him by the head, jerking him into the air painfully.

Sarah watched as the tiny man let out a pitiful scream as her mother jerked him violently upwards by his head. Her mother then rotated her arm gracefully, the wind resistance on the tiny man causing his legs to drag behind him before stopping above the opening of her right sneaker. She understood what she meant now, and her eyes widened in morbid fascination, as the little man in her mothers hands began to scream, realizing his fate.

The tiny man dangling over Sarah's shoe could smell it even from the foot or two he was still above it. Unlike the ugg, which smelled hot and stuffy, the sneaker was more ripe than anything else. But he was still above it in the fresh air of the room, and he began to scream in terror, uselessly trying to free himself from the mothers pincer like grip on his head. The old woman giggled above him, and each laugh increased the pressure on his head to the point he felt like it might burst, before it slackened enough only to repeat itself.

And then he was falling, the torn up insole below looked like it was accelerating upwards at him, it's white color now more of a dark gray, more dark around the areas where her foot rested. There were torn bits of insole left about, some sections revealing a yellow foamy layer beneath it.

Squelch

Sarah watched as the tiny man landed hard on her worn insole, the sudden blow causing him to bounce into the air as her damp insole made a wet noise as the tiny boy slammed into it. He landed like a ragdoll in the shallow area of her heel, an area so well worn that it looked like only a thin layer of the insole had survived, the yellow foam now stained black with dirt and sweat.

The tiny man had landed hard on the insole, only to bounce from the violent force before slamming down on his head, his vision blurred from the sudden blow, leaving him dizzy and confused. There was a spray of cold sweat now coating his tiny naked body from the insole, it had oozed out upon him landing, but even now lying on top of it he could feel the sweat that had been absorbed within it, freely moving onto the new surface of his body as he lay on thin layer of mud like material.

The tiny boys ears were ringing when he finally picked his head up from the sole to look around. There was the dark cavern before him, the walls looked dark gray before turning black in the deep confines of cave. To his sides were jagged walls – worn and torn fabric that revealed plastic like material beneath it, the colors stained with browns and blacks, white material stained yellow from sweat.

He tried to stand but found himself weak and unbalanced, and even lifting his head up was difficult task. He stopped to lay down, trying to breathe, he felt like he was having an asthma attack in the ripe sweaty environment.

Sarah's mother giggled as her daughter stared at the tiny man now in Sarah's worn sneaker. He was struggling to get up, but couldn't. She turned to her daughter, knowing that this would be the perfect time to orient Sarah to men's new purpose in the world.

I wonder what she'll do. Her mother thought.

The mother spoke. “Try it out, honey”

Sarah looked at her mother, and then turned to look down at man in her shoe. He was still sprawled out in the heel of her worn insole, struggling to breathe. Now she understood.

The tiny man below them could only here their voices muffled over the ringing of his ears. The shoe seemed to vibrate around him, and he was suddenly reminded of where he was, and what he was – and his anxiety began to spike.

“You want me to use him as, like, an orthotic?” She said, shifting her right foot closer to the shoe, casting the little man in her foots shadow.

The tiny man could only sense the ripe shoe around him, and could even taste the funky taste in his mouth like sour vinegar, when he noticed the decrease in light, the environment suddenly cast in a dark shadow. His anxiety spiked, and instinctively rolled himself over, still desperately trying get a breath into his lungs as he struggled to breathe fetid air. What blocked the light above him was a foot, Sarah's, and he could see how worn the bottoms were, the torn skin was full of dirt, the callouses thick and brown in comparison to the rest of her skin.

The woman's voices were still muffled, but slightly clearer, and he could make out only some of their words over his ringing ears, the shoe vibrating around him.

“Exactly sweety. Look at your poor tootsies. You've been running on them too hard. They need a break.”

Sarah shifted her foot upwards for a second to see the tiny man below her, he was now on his back, looking at her from within running shoe. She made eye contact with him for a second, and couldn't help but be disgusted by how pathetic he looked.

Still, the idea of putting her foot into the shoe with a tiny man inside of it just seemed too strange.

She started to protest. “Yea, but like, he's-”

Sarah's mother cut her off. “No but's missy. This is my gift to you – you at least have to try it. Also, it's not a 'he' anymore honey. It's an insert. This is where it belongs. Understand?”

Sarah looked at her mother, and the back down at the tiny man. Her foot started to shake nervously, but she said the words not fully believing them.

“I understand.”

The little man below watched as the foot shifted above him. He could only make out part of the foot and part of they yellow leg in the light above him, until the foot shifted, and he found himself staring at Sarah in the eyes. He didn't say anything, he was too scared too, but the giantess was looking right at him. He wanted to scream, wanted to beg for help, but he knew the mother was out there too, and he knew in his heart of hearts that this fate would probably be better than any the mother would give him otherwise. He just prayed that the goddess above him would be merciful.

The foot shifted back over him, and began to shift rapidly up and down, short choppy movements. The air around him began to swirl, and bits of dust and dried skin started to shower down upon him, making it difficult for him to breathe without getting stuff caught on his mouth and nose, the foul wet sweat on his skin becoming an adhesive to the particulates, making his skin suddenly looking like it was covered in some strange dirty snow.

Sarah looked down at the shoe, and uncrossed her legs. She could now see the tiny man in her shoe, on his back, trembling. The feeling she had earlier when she watched her mother taunting the boy on her tongue suddenly tripled, she had this strange morbid fascination, but it was almost like she wasn't in control of her body, it was on autopilot, as if she was putting her shoes on before going on a run.

The tiny man watched in a daze as Sarah's foot lowered towards the cave like opening of the shoe. It continued to get bigger and bigger as it descended, making the environment increasingly dark, cutting off more and more air and making everything him around him smell like more ripe wet sweat. Detritus fell on him from the dirty sole above him, it contorted as it lowered, the dirt caked callouses above him sometimes looking more like the side of a cliff than a foot.

It reached a point where the tiny teen could see nothing above him then the foot, and he realized it was soon to enter the shoe. The enormous toes were now pulled back above him, and dipped into the shoe, the foot now suddenly only about a dozen yards above him, the toes already under the tongue.

Even in his delirious state, the tiny teen suddenly found a surge of adrenaline, and used all his strength to push himself upwards onto his feet, unsteadily starting to run. It was purely instinctive, and he scrambled on all fours away from the foot, further into the dark cave of the shoe, the environment around him becoming more dank and putrid. He was desperate, unbalanced, using all his energy to crawl as quickly as he could.

Sarah watched as the tiny mans eyes widened as she swept her foot over the mouth of the shoe, blocking him from sight. As she did, her pulse beat faster. She could feel her bare foot entering into the shoe, it was still damp from sweat from her run earlier, and for a second she tried to imagine what it must be like for the tiny man, how overwhelmingly hopeless he must have felt, further enrapturing her in her movements.

She knew soon she would slip her foot into the shoe completely, and there would be a tiny man trapped under her, some strange new sensation that she had never experienced before, but was now morbidly fascinated by. She knew that he would probably die, and that gross fact alone caused her heart to flutter, her pulse to beat faster. Even though she was sickened by the idea, there was another part of her that was curious – even excited.

She pushed her foot into the shoe further, before instinctively tipping the shoe upward and shaking it, allowing her toes to sink deeper into the shoe. As she did, she could see under the bottom of her calloused heel her grimy insole, and her heart skipped beat as she heard a pathetic scream as the tiny man tumbling backwards, back down below her heel, slamming into the wall of the shoe below him.

Sarah's mother giggled as Sarah could feel her toes reaching the tip of her damp shoes, her foot now almost entirely inserted, only her heel still outside the shoe. It was a rookie mistake, she knew, a tiny man wouldn't last very long under her heel, but it was something her daughter could only learn through experience.

She stared down through the gap between her heel and shoe as she put her shoe back down below her, and watched the tiny man fall into the crater that her heel and dug into the shoe. The tiny man was obviously dazed, but new enough to begin to scream. It only made Sarah more enthralled, and she started to push her heel into the shoe. Even to her it seemed to happen unbelievably slowly, and she felt like an observer. All she could sense was her foot surrounded by the damp shoe, the inevitable couple of inches that before her heel would touch the sole, and the tiny screams of the boy below her.

The tiny boy could only scream as he watched the calloused heel of Sarah enter the shoe. He could see only her eyes briefly from above the wall of the shoe and below her brown calloused heel, clearly hardened from use. It looked more like stone than skin, and soon was dipping below the wall, cutting off his vision of anything outside the shoe, the environment becoming dark and dank as more and more of the outside world was being blocked out by her heel.

He was utterly terrified, and in panic looked around, in a desperate hope to escape, but there was nowhere to go, only the walls of the shoe behind him, and rest of Sarah's foot outside the crater, her skin below her arch looking like a soft sloped wave of skin. He tried to crawl towards it, hoping to escape the heel, but he was too weak, the slope of the insole's heel to high and slippery, and he couldn't move, he was like a hamster on a wheel, just pushing with all his strength and getting no traction.

The shoe was becoming darker, the heat and smell increasing, and he could suddenly sense the heel above him, it was close enough to give off a strong heat now, the intensity increasing as every moment passed. He looked up at it, the dark brown skin was crusting and caked with dirt, the callous was thick and seemed to spread out in every direction above him.

He didn't realize he was screaming anymore, he was so terrified of his impending doom that he could sense nothing but fear. Soon the heel was only a foot or so away, the only thing he could see now, and then it was on him, at first it felt like a large piece of flat wood, but then the pressure began to increase, and then he started to feel pain. The air was being slowly pressed out of his lungs, the noise he was making now was more of a pitiful wheeze as his lungs were slowly being compressed. His face was being pushed to the side of the damp insole, cold sweat oozing from it's surface around him, stingy his mouth and eyes.

The mud like insole gave only slightly, it was so worn here from the heel that most of it had been shaved away. The hard bark like leather skin had twisted his face to his sides, pushing the skin down from above so that his mouth was scrunched between the two surfaces, the sweat oozing out of the sole was starting rise up over his lips as he sunk a few inches into the insole. The calloused heel was pinning his arms and legs against the increasingly hard surface below the insole, which was pushing into his back, and the tops of his feet were being forced painfully downwards.

As the pressure slowly increased, he found himself unable to breathe anymore, his chest being so thoroughly compressed that all of the hair had been pushed out of him. The pain caused him to instinctively struggle, as the pressure increased on his bones, and it felt like his skin was being painfully pushed into his ribs.

Sarah, at first, didn't feel the tiny man below her calloused foot, but she could sense he was below her heel. She gradually wanted increased the pressure, a morbid fascination instilling in her. She could feel the tiny thing sink into her insole at first, before it would give out no more below her, her cold sweat oozed from the surface and creating only a slight damp feeling on her rough heel.

Sweat submerged a part of the tiny boys face and body as his arms and legs were being pushed painfully downwards, his feet being pushed forward to the point he felt they were going to be ripped from their bones. He wanted to scream in pain, but there was no air left in his lungs, all he could do was writhe in pain as his bones began to crack.

CRACK

Shooting pain shot out from the top of his feet, a spray of warm appearing from the bark of the callous above him. The bark stopped pressing into him, before reversing, allowing the tiny boy to draw in a breath before he began screaming in pain. He could see his own blood dripping from the top of his ankles, mixing with the sweat around him to form a pinkish puddle at the bottom of the crater of the heel. The brownish heel above him dripped with blood, lifting enough to make the environment lit from the light above him, his eyes adjusting to see Sarah's eyes looking down upon him between wall of the shoe and her heel.

“Eww” her voice boomed around him. Blood poured from the place where his feet were, now just a mish mash of blood and bone. He was screaming, a high pitch whine that sounded more like a pig than a person.

Sarah giggled. “Like, I think I broke hi” She paused to correct himself, still giggling. “it”.

Sarah's mother laughed debonairly. “Don't worry honey. Most women break their first ones. You learn through experience.” She looked down at the tiny boy under her daughters rough heel. “Besides, you haven't even tried it yet. You barely put your foot in the shoe.”

The tiny boy's own blood dropped off the bottom of Sarah's bark like heel, creating a small splash in the shallow puddle around him. He was still screaming, quaking from the pit, becoming more and more weak as he lost blood. Her mother stuck her fingers into the shoe, and flipped him onto his back, allowing her to get a better look at him.

“Oh would you be quiet in there!” Sarah's mother voice boomed, the shoe quaking around him. The little boy was terrified, but he didn't stop screaming, he had become delirious. Sarah stared down at tiny thing, a strange feeling sweeping through her as she listened to him scream in pain.

“Don't worry about it Mom. I guess I should get used to this.” Her mother smiled and Sarah began to lower her heel back onto the tiny boy. He could see the woman's eyes looking at him before being cut off by the bottom of her heel as fully entered the wall of the shoe, the environment around him getting darker and more humid as more and more of her foot entered the shoe.

The terror of his impending doom dawned on him, and he began to beg. The rough heel above him was coated with a thin layer of his blood, the red liquid filling the grooves of her on her heel.

“Please!” The tiny boy screamed “Please! I'll do anything. I don't want to die!”

Sarah paused, the boys tiny pleas were pathetic, but aroused a sudden sympathy within her.
Sarah's mother began laughing, and turned to her daughter. “Your not having second thoughts, are you?”

Sarah looked at her mother. “Well, I mean, he's making an awful lot of noise”

Her mother laughed. “There is one way to stop that. Go on honey. Try it on”

Sarah looked down at the back of her heel, her foot partway into the shoe. She could hear the little boy screaming, and even though she felt bad, her foot pushed down deeper into the shoe, a morbid curiosity pushing her forward, as if she was puppet in control.

“Please! Stop! Pleeaase!”

The tiny boy was begging as the hard heel made contact with his body, the pressure gradually increasing. The air was being pushed from his lungs as head was forced painfully to the side, his arms and legs pinned to the mud like insole as he sunk into, a mixture of blood and sweat erupting from the worn heel around him.

The tiny boy screamed, his voice sounding like he was trying to gargle as he yelled through puddle partially drowning him. The air as being pushed from his lungs rapidly, he as no longer sinking into the insole, the pressure increasing as the bark like flesh above him pushed down onto him, warping around his body. He could taste the bark like sole as it pushed onto his face, getting into his mouth, it was hard and salty.

The pressure continued to increase, all the air was pushed from his lungs, and he felt his ribs searing with pain. Sarah could feel him distinctly now, he was a tiny little bump under her heel. Her rough skin meant that she only felt a tiny amount of pressure as she struggled below him, his breath on her thick skin created a tiny bit of a tickle, sending a shiver up her spine.

He was no longer screaming, completely pinned under her bark like skin, and Sarah stopped increasing the pressure, pausing for a moment, and closed her eyes. She drew in a deep breath, tried to feel everything from under her heel, she could feel the tiny man's body against her rough skin, his naked member trapped beneath her felt like nothing more than a soft sponge.

She began to push down again, increasing the pressure.

Crack

The boys tiny body gave out slightly below her, and Sarah felt a rush of raw power.

Crack crack crack

The boys tiny body gave beneath her, she could feel his bones beginning to shatter.

The tiny boy couldn't scream, all he could feel was pain as his ribs shattered, the sound of his own bones cracking as the dark callous pushed into his tiny body like a boulder. Blood erupted from his mouth as he coughed it onto the roof of hard skin pressing downward onto his face, only one of his eyes remained open as area between Sarah's heel and the insole as down to only a few inches. He spasmed uncontrollably as he felt his insides being pressed into his bones, and he felt like he was about to burst.

But then the heel lifted off of him, the roof of flesh moving upward and at an angle, he could see his own blood on the skin as he stared up at it deliriously, drawing in painful breaths as his body erupted in pain. His own body was now covered in his own blood, some of his shattered ribs were now sticking out of his skin, everything bloody and mangled.

Sarah picked up her heel enough to see it now covered in blood, and looked down at the tiny boy below it, his smashed body covered in blood. He was coughing up his own blood, the noise he was making now sounded like a pig drowning. Sarah felt a rush of adrenaline upon looking at him, her heart beat faster as the feeling of raw power over her.

Sarah looked up at her mother intensely. “Looks like a broke him. These things won't last very long if they are all like this.”

Her mother laughed. “Well your heel is a bit on the rougher side. Besides, you're still learning. The heel isn't the optimal spot for support anyway.”

The tiny man whined and coughed up blood more below her heel, which she bobbed up and down above the tiny man, blood and detritus dripping down onto him.

“Good point. I'll make sure the next one is under my arch” She looked down at the tiny mangled boy, he was twitching in the dirty imprint of her heel, a small pool of blood was around him.

“What do we do about...” She paused. “It?” Sarah turned her eyes down towards the tiny boy.

He was in delirious pain, convulsing as he screamed and coughed up his own blood, his body twitching as his bones and muscles had been smashed and torn from his ligaments. He could hear the woman's voice booming above him, and looked up and the rough calloused heel which dripped with his own blood down onto him, splashing him in own red liquid. He could see their faces hovering like blimps in the sky above him past the heel. The mother was smiling, her eyes sparkling like stars. Sarah's expression was neutral, although she had intense stare.

Sarah's mom turned to look at her daughter. “Put it out of it's misery. That's why you have two. I'll get you another to complete the pair.”

Sarah looked down at the mangled tiny below her, turning over what her mother said in her mind.

Put him out of his misery. She stared at him, realizing she was about to do.

Kill another human being. She felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought, but then a deep pang of guilt.

Murder. Just for my comfort. She blinked, and another part of her mind presented an excuse for her.

But he's not a person. Look at how tiny he is. He's just a bug.

She stared at him, saw him twitching in pain, squealing like a pig. She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

That's not a man. It's not murder. It's just a broken thing.

She looked up at her mother and stood up, her heel still out of her shoe, she twisted her head around to look down into her shoe. The front of her foot was fully inserted, but she lifted her heel up so that that tongue was pushed upward, allowing back of her foot to be almost completely vertical. She looked down past her heel, down at the tiny boy below her.

“Sorry about this” She said looking down past her heel. “It's nothing personal. You were my first insert, so I'm still getting used to it.”

She looked at his bloody face, and recognized that he comprehended what was happening, his eyes wide with fear. The look filled her with morbid excitement. He must have tried to speak, but his body was too mangled, and it sounded more like gurgling whimper than words.

Her mother turned to her daughter. “Don't apologize. This is it's place. You don't apologize to your shoes before you throw them away.”

Sarah continued to stare at the tiny man. “I know, just like, it felt like that right thing to do”

Her mother laughed and looked at the tiny boy. “Hey you tiny bug. Just know that you're life and death was for the comfort of my daughter. Just look at her poor heel.” She laughed. “It'll be the last thing you see and feel” She looked at her daughter. “Go on”.

Sarah looked down at the tiny man below her, trapped in her shoe, at the bottom of crater that formed in the heel of her shoe.

“Bye you pathetic bug!” she said, laughing in unison with her mother, before lowering her heel. The boy began to whine below her, until she could no longer see him, her heel now entering the mouth of the shoe.

The tiny man watched in terror as the brown weathered heel got closer and closer, seeing his own blood mixed in with the dirt and dead skin that was on the callous of her foot. The environment became hotter and humid as her foot got closer and closer, the shoe smelling like dried vinegar as foot compressed more air.

When it was inches away it paused, only to collapse on him with a squelch, pushing him into the muddy insole, the blood and sweat oozing around him. The pressure increased as he stopped sinking, and he could feel the pain coursing out over his entire body, his already broken bones where shifting within him, the pressure increasing, to the point he felt that he knew he would soon burst. He gave one last scream when the pressure reached it's breaking point.

Sarah felt and heard an audible wet crunch, and hot blood oozed out from the side of her heel. She fully put her weight onto her foot and stood up, her shoe finally inserted. She felt a rush of raw power, a morbid curiosity of crushing her first human being filling her with strange glee.

She smiled, and looked at her mother. “I think that's it”

Her mother spoke. “How did it feel? Did you like it?”

She picked up her heel slightly before dropping it back down onto the insole, an audible squelch was heard as she could feel the boy who was now paste oozing around her heel.

“I don't know, it felt...” She paused. “It felt amazing”

She smiled, and hugged her mom. “Thanks mom. This was great! I never realized how awesome tinies could be.”

She reached down to her shoe, pulling the bottom of it off her foot, her heel was now covered in blood and gore, a bit of bone and skin dripped down along the bottom of her foot, reaching the ball. The boys smashed corpse looked more like raw meat than a person in the crater of the dirty insole, the whole thing was filled with blood.

“Eww” Sarah said. “Now I have to clean up this mess”

Her mother laughed, and reached into the box with the other tiny man in it. She plucked him between her fingers, before moving him to the floor, and depositing him to the ground.

Sarah sat back down, and looked at the next tiny man below her. Her mother turned and spoke to her.

“No you don't. That's what it's for” She pointed at the tiny man.

“You mean...?” Sarah paused, before smiling. “That's pretty messed up mom. That's his brother”

Her mother laughed. “They aren't people – they are objects. There is nothing messed up about it.”

Sarah looked at the tiny boy, who was now quaking on the ground, she kicked out her foot so that it was resting on the back of her heel, dripping with blood.

Her mother snapped her fingers and pointed at Sarah's bloody sole. “Go on bug. Clean up my daughters foot.”

The little boy trembled, but walked forward towards the huge foot, the toes high above him. He was only an inch tall, and so most of the foot well above him, going about 20 yards into the air.

He got closer and closer, seeing the blood and gore in more and more detail, bits of bone and flesh mixed in with dirt and dead skin at the bottom her calloused heel. Once he was close enough it was all he could see in front of him and began to cry, but continued to move forward.

Once he was a few yards away he paused, crying. He looked up at the mother, who's face was still visible, he could see nothing else but the huge foot in front of him.

“Go on, bug. Unless you want the same fate.” He turned back to the heel, and looked forward, blood and bone mixed in dirt, covered the rough heel. He stuck his face into it, and put open his tongue, and tasted blood and raw flesh, bits of bone and dirt were hard and stuck to his tongue.

He began to lap up the gore on the heel. His tiny tongue would lap at the blood and immediately be replaced as more blood poured into the gap he created. He sobbed as he did his duty.

Sarah leaned to the right to see the tiny boy at the bottom of her heel. He was licking up the remains of his dead brother on her sole, his tiny tongue barely could be felt over the warm blood coating her sole.

She smiled, and grabbed her coffee. She never felt more alive then she did right now. It was going to take a few hours for him to finish lapping the blood off her heel, so she put on the TV, and sat and laughed with her mother. When he was done, her mother dropped him in her shoe, and he spent the rest of the night cleaning up the gory mess.

She had him for another week, and his life ended before he ever got out of that shoe.

She still had a lot to learn.