“About time something goes my way,” Amélia said to herself as she checked herself out in the mirror. She wasn’t trying very hard to look stunning or fancy tonight, but a red short skirt coupled with a top that showed off her firm cleavage still achieved that effect. The blonde looked her best in almost everything, and absolutely her best in nothing. Genetics had been kind to Amélia and her trim body looked like she stepped out of a magazine.

Her phone buzzed again as she double checked her hotel details. It wasn’t a sleazy place, nor was it five stars. It was good enough, and she certainly felt better about it knowing her friend Alexia would be just down the hall having her own fun in room nine.

Another message notification popped up and she replied quickly, confirming her Tiny Tinder hookup for the evening. It had been surprisingly easy to find a guy that wanted to be used by an angry, beautiful blonde woman. She normally wasn’t looking for a boy toy to take her anger out on but her frustrations with how the past week of her life had gone weren’t going to relieve themselves.

Alexia had actually been the one to suggest finding a little masochist to work things out on. While Amélia was typically far gentler with her little hookups, her friend reveled in mistreating them. The less willing they were the better for her brunette friend, and while some people bragged about their ‘body count’ as the number of people they’d slept with, she had a literal body count of tinies sacrificed for her pleasure. And there were never any shortage of volunteers; Alexia put off an excellent ‘girl you can trust’ image that assured her hookups she’d never, ever, do anything to hurt them.

Amélia texted her friend to confirm with her as well, then marched out to her car.

“This is gonna be awesome,” she said as she started driving toward the motel, and room six. An immortal sex toy who literally wanted to be beat up during use was exactly what she needed.

“This is gonna be awesome,” Marc said to himself as he drove toward the hotel his date had picked out.

It wasn’t the best hotel in town but he had no issues paying for the privacy. As the tiny he usually didn’t have any real cleanup to do but it was nice to not have to worry about it at all like he would at home.

And he was really looking forward to this one; she was his daughter’s age, and a sweet, petite brunette who obviously had never done anything like this before. Alexia gave off the perfect vibes he was looking for and he knew part of the fun tonight would be introducing her to all the things a knowledgeable tiny could do to her body that she’d never imagined.

He was already hard as a rock when he pulled into the parking spot.

Alexia was already there in room nine; she was a firm believer in being early. She was wearing the schoolgirl outfit she had in her Tiny Tinder profile picture, her actual uniform from high school, and a long single braid all to complete the image that her next toy had bought hook, line, and sinker. Every man, and most women, she met on the app had bought it as well, and all of those who weren’t careful to select ‘super-tough’ on their settings quickly regretted it.

On the dresser she had a variety of toys within easy reach, currently hidden under her jacket. A new version of stomach string she was particularly interested in trying out at the end of her session. The fast-dissolving version was technically meant as a gag gift for couples, though likely no one had ever used it consensually.

“This is gonna be awesome,” she murmured as her stomach growled. 

Her phone buzzed with a message from Marc, tonight’s mark. He was parking now. Alexia double checked her request settings, making sure she could shrink him at the door just after he came in. Playing the oh-so-nervous girl always got her a good ten minutes of fun before she broke out the real toys. Everyone accepted her settings request instantly without reviewing them, assuming she had just checked ‘super-tough.’

Ooops! I shrunk you too early! she’d say with a nervous giggle. Oops! I bent your leg too far!

Marc paused at the top of the stairs, then turned right once he saw no one else was there. These hookups weren’t illegal by any means but he still felt better with less people seeing him on his way.

“Two, four, six-“ he paused, distracted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. 

Not now, he thought, knowing it was probably his date being nervous.

Was it six or nine? Marc tried to remember, until he saw the sign that he’d pre-arranged with his date. There was a small hair tie wrapped around the door handle, which turned freely in his hand. Unlocked and barely propped open.

Marc stepped in with a smile on his face, ready to explore the unexplored.

When Alexia’s newest victim didn’t reply to her last text ‘nervously’ asking him to hurry, she knew he was close. There was the sound of steps in the hallway, and she set the shrinking app to count down from ten. Then she sat her phone on the bed and walked to the door, fully intending on him opening it, getting a look at her, then shrinking early in the first ‘accident’ of their hookup until he realized what he’d actually stumbled into.

But when the door didn’t open, she opened it herself impatiently, slightly annoyed that she’d missed the timing of his arrival but still keeping her face like a ditzy schoolgirl’s. The doorway was empty, and no pile of clothes awaited in the hallway. Just in case, she walked down the hall and past Amélia’s room where her friend probably had her toy waist-deep in herself already, but there was nothing in the stairwell either.

“Great,” she said as she went back to her own room, “I either got ghosted or the damn app malfunctioned.”

In room six, Amélia’s phone vibrated but before she could check it she heard her door open. Excited, she sat up in bed prepared herself to take out her frustrations on this guy. She did want to talk to him, just for a few moments, before he shrank to make sure he really knew what he was in for. Alexia had helped her fine-tune her settings and the man had acted very knowledgeable about how she planned on treating him but sometimes things were better to discuss in-

The telltale ‘flump’ of suddenly collapsed clothing preceded the sound of the door shutting back on itself.

“What, did you shrink yourself?” she asked rhetorically, knowing the answer already as she climbed off the bed and looked at the pile of clothes. 

There was a vaguely familiar blue shirt and jeans, with what was obviously a five-inch tall man inside them. The familiarity didn’t bother her, Amélia worked in retail which was part of why she was in such a bad mood this week and this same loser had probably been in her store recently. In fact, the sudden shrinking actually made her relax a little. If he had shrunken himself pre-emptively then he obviously didn’t care for any pre-hookup chat.

She fished him out of the shirt and in the same motion turned off the light switch. Now the room was only lit by curtains that wouldn’t shut all the way, which was perfect for her. She had a few toys she might use, but Alexia’s settings and physically dominating this man were ultimately what were going to work for her tonight.

“I’m actually kinda glad you skipped the chitchat,” she told him as he squirmed lightly in her hand, clearly trying to get a better view of her, though he’d soon see everything, “I’m usually a more consensual gal but my friend suggested you little guys as therapy for tonight-“

Marc tried to fight against the hand that held him. 

“you’re lucky you’re not in her room right now-“

His daughter’s hand.

“a bit of a sadist-“

Marc tried to bite her, and she felt it, but all it did was make her laugh.

“Okay, let’s get down to it!” she said when she misinterpreted the pinpricks of his teeth, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you though, this week really sucked.”

Before Marc could even wonder what that really meant he was flying through the air. He smashed hard against the headboard and fell onto a pillow with a groan. When he landed he couldn’t help but look automatically at the cell phone laying not far away from him: the screen lit up with a notification and Marc ready the words ‘-cancel, sorry!’ on what he recognized as a Tiny Tinder ping.

Amélia was taking off her clothes like a beautiful but dimly-lit mountain as Marc realized what had happened.

He’d only been half-listening to his daughter’s story about Alexia, and part of him realized he’d dodged a bullet there. But that also meant his daughter thought he was someone else, someone who was apparently ready to be used, and used hard. And he knew his current settings were only for lightly used, and only tough enough to keep from being hurt by a nervous first-time giantess. Marc cursed himself for falling for that trap.

This is an easy fix though, he thought as he stood. Part of him really hated how incredible Amélia looked in the dim light of the hotel room.  Part of him realized if he ignored the ‘daughter’ part of tonight it would still be really fun. Assuming she didn’t break him.

“Hey! Amé-“ he started to shout, waving his hands in her direction.

Instead a pair of panties hit him perfectly in the face, knocking him down again. He rolled forward off the pillow and toward his daughter’s titanic form that was now crawling on all fours toward him.

“No talking!” she said in an authoritative voice he’d never heard from her before.

He squawked when she grabbed him roughly, then rolled onto her back to hold him in front of her face. Her eyes narrowed as she pulled her panties off his head and tossed them aside. In the dim light he was sure she’d recognize her. 

“You really do look familiar,” Amélia said to him, and Marc opened his mouth to shout to her.

Before he could get a word out she pushed his top half into her own mouth.

“Perfect!” she tried to mumble around his body while his legs and feet kicked comically outward.

Despite tonight being all about herself, she couldn’t help but sneak her tongue outward and down between the man’s legs. Just as she expected he was hard as a rock.

Do I get him off? she wondered as her hands moved down to her pussy. Basic hookup etiquette said yes, but the ‘use me like a therapy beat-up doll’ tone of their conversation hadn’t given her any answers.

Reflexively her tongue massaged his tiny prick while she lightly stroked her own labia. If she got him off now then he’d probably be pretty uncomfortable the rest of time. The thought made her feel even more in control.

Most of these guys are one-and-done, Amélia thought, get him off now and he’ll expect me to let him go. Not want to fulfill his half of the bargain.

So she slowly sucked on his entire body, making sure her tongue never stopped moving around his waist.

Marc struggled to breathe. He’d played tiny in lots of situations and settings and knew exactly what to do here. But it wasn’t working. Amélia’s throat was right in front of him and each wet breath fought against his own efforts to suck in air. He realized he couldn’t see her throat either, and for the first time ever he was sure there were going to be teeth marks around his abdomen.

He wasn’t toughened the way he should be. His settings were wrong.

No, not my settings, he realized as he cursed how stupid he’d been earlier. That Alexia girl’s! Damnit she tricked me worse than-

With a groan he exploded against his daughter’s massive tongue.

“Holy shhhhiiii,” he murmured from the strength of his sudden orgasm.

Amélia finally let her finger drag across her clit lightly when she felt the familiar flash of heat and salt on her tongue. Leaning forward, she let the man slide out of her mouth, making sure the spot he jizzed on was dragged entirely up his body on the way out. He fell down her toned stomach until he landed easily on her free hand.

“Buckle up,” she told him as she wrapped her fingers around his body. 

“It’s been a long week and I’m not stopping if you start screaming.”

Hearing those words made Marc freeze out of fear. She didn’t know he wasn’t super-tough. Or didn’t care that he wasn’t. Her hand wrapped around him easily and pinned his arms against his sides; he recognized the grip. When he was inserted far enough she’d move her hand and his arms could start massaging her walls.

“No wait Am-“

His head was plunged straight into his daughter’s steaming depths. Despite how much he hated the situation he recognized the taste of her, just like her mother’s. Then he realized how hard it was to breathe as those fluids filled his mouth. With his usual settings he would have been just fine. When her hand shifted and released his arms Marc found himself playing the part of living vibrator perfectly: if he didn’t stop fighting against her clutching wet walls he’d suffocate.

Amélia pushed her toy deep inside herself until all she could grab were his ankles. He’d instantly started massaging her insides frantically which told her she’d picked the right guy for what she needed. Without her usual gentle build-up she began driving him in and out of herself furiously. Her pussy loved the sudden intrusion and she was wetter than she could ever remember being.

Without thinking she pushed her toy completely inside herself, where he didn’t quite hit her cervix. Her fingers twisted him around almost in circles while he swung his arms, perfectly striking everywhere that a so-called full-sized man never could. 

I hope he’s suffocating! she thought as she felt an orgasm approach while her free fingertips flew across her clit. Amélia was not normally an angry girl so the cruel thought floating across her mind shocked her almost as much as her toy’s excellent efforts. It drove her to a fast orgasm in record time.

“That’s right! Suffocaaaaaate!” she whispered out as she came, pushing him deeper until she felt him push hard against her deepest walls. It was almost painful but the perfect match to the sweetness of her orgasm.

When she finished she let go of her toy and her tight snatch pushed him out quickly, aided by what were obviously some well-practiced swimming motions. Amélia looked up at the ceiling as she caught her breath. Then she sat up and looked down between her legs where her toy would be waiting for more punishment.

Not that I’ve even started with the big stuff, she thought, her mind turning to some of the things Alexia told her she enjoyed. With untoughened toys, that is. Though the thought of him suffocating or being stretched was incredibly hot she knew he was too tough for that to be a real danger. But it did make things fun.

But instead of body language that said he was eagerly awaiting her needs, he was standing and waving his arms desperately to get her attention.

With narrowed eyes she leaned forward and let herself really look at him for the first time. He was yelling, the words just barely not loud enough for her to make out. And as her eyes focused better she took in his dad bod, short beard and –

“Holy shit, Dad?!”

“Yes! Me! Dad!” Marc yelled as her hands wrapped around him again, much more gently. He knew he had bruises around his ankles but his ribs felt very tender too.

His beautiful daughter lifted him up toward her face again, holding him close enough he could feel her breath.

“You…you did this for me?” she asked, and instead of being horrified Marc saw she was smiling.

“What? No!” he said back once he was confident she could hear him, “I didn’t mean to –“

“It’s okay Dad,” she interrupted, “This is actually really cool.”

Marc was at a loss for words. Sure, part of him loved the idea of being a plaything for a girl as beautiful as his daughter. But there it was: his daughter. 

“No but I-“

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” she overrode him, her smiling growing, “I’m not gonna take it easy on your just because you’re my Dad.”

Marc tried to yell out again but it was obvious she wasn’t listening. Whatever she’d lined up with some other guy was about to happen to him. She thought they’d talked about…something…but wouldn’t hear what he had to say now.

“Buckle up!” she said again, and Marc braced himself.

Might as well try and enjoy it, he told himself as she clicked his feet into a dildo disk. Normally this was one of his favorite things.

Might be easier if I hadn’t came already, he thought as she positioned herself overhead, carefully aiming him at her snatch.

Them Amélia descended and Marc couldn’t help but laugh as he slipped deep inside of her.

Alexia sat on the edge of her hotel bed. Annoyed. Furiously she texted her date, wondering where the hell he was. 

And he couldn’t be bothered to answer. Her messages sent but there was no answer.

“Damnit!” 

Must’ve glitched out or something, she thought, angry at how the night was going. 

When Amélia stopped texting her back too, she knew her friend was getting it on with some lucky bastard. She couldn’t be mad at her friend but she’d really been looking forward to her own idea of a good time. With a much-less-lucky bastard.

After a few more minutes of waiting, and an internet search that told her there were no current complaints of Tiny Tinder outages, she gave up.

“Even told me he shrank and everything,” she muttered as she packed up her toys.

It all went into her voluminous purse with practiced ease. Anal beads, two of which were filled with her first two involuntary conquests who still vibrated constantly in an app-induced panic. A vibrator she wasn’t sure if she liked yet. Several other easy-to-carry toys that probably counted as crimes against humanity. A just-in-case condom that was still convinced she was an elementary school teacher.

Alexia knew several people who delighted in outright Tiny torture, but she’d only tried it twice and it hadn’t done much for her. But blatant sexual abuse that inevitably led to death, or maiming and casual abandonment that was probably one-hundred percent fatal? That was very much her style, and she stopped counting at twelve.

When her toys were packed she texted Amélia, sure she wouldn’t get a response until later. They had arrived together and planned on leaving together. 

“Which means I’m stuck until she gets her anger out,” Alexia pouted as she reached for the television remote.

Just before she touched it her phone buzzed. Reading her friend’s unexpected response, she quickly gathered her purse and left her own room, heading for room number six. It opened to the second keycard in her possession; the girls had shared their extras. The room was dark but she could hear her friend’s adorable whine as she orgasmed so she walked right in.

Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light and she was already peeling off her own school uniform when she saw Amélia on all fours. She was currently holding her bottom half against the headboard and Alexia smiled when she realized she probably had her toy inserted to his ankles with her clit pushed against a dildo disc. Amélia’s eyes opened when she heard her friend’s clothes hit the ground.

Marc held onto his last breath as long as he could, but as his daughter’s pussy clenched and quivered around him he began to see stars. Even in his semi-toughened state he could only hold his breath for so long, though he’d found whatever settings he was stuck with still let him survive far longer than he had any business doing. That knowledge didn’t stop him from panicking when his lungs filled with her juices instead of fresh air.

Just before he passed out she leaned forward, letting him slip from her boiling pussy in a daze. The dildo disc held his ankles tight enough that he couldn’t slip free, but that didn’t stop him from collapsing downward in exhaustion like the world’s limpest suction-cup dildo.

He sucked in wonderful fresh air while the girls talked above him. Evaluated the pain in his ribs and side, hoping nothing was broken but knowing he was probably far past that point. If he could feel the pain through the app settings then there was definitely a serious injury. A cough only made his side burn violently as though to confirm. His ankles screamed from the awkward angle they were stuck at.

“Wait, how the heck did you not know he was your dad?” Alexia said, incredulous at her best friend’s luck. She’d dreamed of a scenario like this. She glanced at the toy on the headboard and giggled; he was clearly exhausted and hurt. Amélia had been using him right.

“Well there was this tattoo on his shoulder,” her friend said, “And I never knew my dad had a tattoo!”

Amélia kept talking, but Alexia felt the world shrink in on her suddenly when she realized what had really happened. 

Amélia hadn’t linked up with her dad via the app, only pure chance had brought him here at all.

“But he seemed really into some rough use and got that I-“

Alexia had accidentally matched and lured in her best friend’s dad, who she’d been crushing on since she was eleven. How had he not recognized her on the app?

“-it felt so good and even getting my anger out on him and knowing he wanted it-“

The app hadn’t glitched on her earlier, her match had instead walked into the wrong room with the world’s worst-ever timing. 

Amélia kept talking while she detached the dildo disk from the headboard, her legs still shaking from her last orgasm. Her dad popped easily from the device and she didn’t notice him trying to get her attention as she talked to her friend. Even in the dim light Alexia could see he looked like he was in distress, though Amélia clearly had no idea.

“Everywhere but the butt,” Amélia said as she handed her dad to her friend with a giggle.

Alexia took the little man, still stunned at this turn of events. He fell into her hand and she felt the telltale signs of a tiny whose punishment was finally overwhelming the app’s settings.

Her own settings. That she had finely tuned for her own twisted enjoyment. Amélia wasn’t a practiced hand at bringing tinies to the edge and holding them there, but Alexia knew how to make the most of the situation even though he was so far beaten.

“Lay back on the bed,” she told her friend, who happily complied.

Amélia laid on the bed with her head propped up by pillows and spread her athletic legs wide. Alexia climbed between them with a grin on her face and their toy in hand.

Guess I’ll get mine after all, she thought as she lowered herself closer to her friend’s awaiting pussy. 

Not very carefully she lined up her toy’s legs with her friend’s snatch and slid him in. She was so wet he went in easily despite trying to kick his way free. Alexia could hear him trying to yell something, but Amélia was moaning enough that she knew her friend couldn’t hear.

“It’s hurting! She’s got it wrong! I’m not tough I’m-“

She silenced him with a finger over his mouth while she pushed him deeper with a giggle. When he was firmly encased in his daughter’s snatch, Alexia laid down all the way and laid her head on the inside of Amélia’s thigh. Lazily she licked her fingertip and began playing with Amélia’s clit while her toy, her dad, struggled inside of her with only his head sticking out.

“You gotta help-“ he was still trying to say.

Alexia sought out her own clit and shuddered when she made contact before she leaned forward and put her lips very close to her childhood crush’s head.

“I know,” she whispered.

Marc paused when he realized what she meant. Then panicked.

Amélia cried out in ecstasy when her toy’s efforts to please her redoubled. Alexia’s tongue on her lips, her clit, and doing circles around her toy helped as well. 

Alexia bit back her own moans; she always loved going down on her friend but the entire situation was so incredible. She made sure to pause between loving licks around her friend’s anatomy to slather Marc’s head with saliva, and to give him some nibbles. She was well practiced with just how much force it took for her teeth to break skin on tinies.

Marc screamed as teeth bit down on him, as his daughter’s canal squeezed him, as he felt bones start to break. Alexia would periodically wrap her lips around his face and apply suction, easily pulling the very air from his own lungs before she moved back to slathering everything around him with her tongue. 

Then her finger slid into the already cramped space and began jabbing him in the side. 

His eyes bulged from pain and he tried to jerk and push away from the digit. But he knew he was really only accomplishing one thing; he sure wasn’t escaping the pain being inflicted on him.

Alexia knew exactly where he was likely hurt already at, and she matched her punishing finger in his side to the rhythm of her finger across her clit. He jerked satisfyingly inside her friend and his pain pushed her along faster than her finger. The idea that she was still getting her own tiny to torture tonight, in such a kinky way, was perfect.

Before she was ready, Alexia felt her friend cum against her tongue. She temporarily abandoned her own clit strumming and sucked Amélia’s clit into her mouth. Her finger pushed Marc upward against her g-spot and just as Amélia’s legs began to buck, Alexia moved her mouth downward, replacing her tongue with her finger and wrapping her lips around Marc’s head.

Amélia lost herself to yet another orgasm. Her friend’s tongue was both skilled and knew all her perfect areas, and her toy-daddy was doing an incredible job. She squeezed down hard enough on him that she knew he would have shot out of her onto the sheets and disrupted her moment. Instead Alexia thoughtfully used her mouth to keep him in place while she expertly manipulated her clit.

When she came down she was seeing stars and heard Alexia giggle from between her legs.

“My turn,” she said, and Amélia felt her lips wrap around her toy. She was too exhausted to do anything but shudder as her dad was pulled from her snatch.

Alexia bit down on Marc’s neck, then chest, as she pulled him free. And she didn’t bite lightly. His legs kicked comically as she looked down with almost crossed eyes, then she climbed up next to her friend and rolled onto her back. She desperately wished she’d made Marc smaller so she could just swallow him; her best orgasms were during their final struggles.

But his size stopped her more than the fact that her toy’s daughter was currently catching her breath with her perfect breasts heaving right next to her.

So instead, she pulled Marc from her lips and dangled him from one leg. She shook him briefly, making him stir from what was obviously a pain-induced stupor. He looked up at her, terrified, and tried again to wave his arms and get her attention.

She blew him a kiss then lowered him down between her legs. This time he went in face-first.

Alexia stroked her clit faster this time; she knew the little toy was near the end of his endurance. He still struggled reflexively and it worked well enough for her. Just as his struggles began to slow she felt herself slip over the edge of ecstasy.

Unlike Amélia’s clenching pussy, Marc was able to slide backward out of Alexia until he fell with a pathetic scream onto the sheets.

Then he was picked up again. Almost delirious with pain he tried to shout but by now he knew there was no hope of rescue. Amélia hadn’t cared and Alexia, who he’d seen go through her awkward years, apparently loved the idea of torturing him. If there had been any question about it, she put that to rest when she looked down at him and giggled before winking and holding a finger over her mouth.

His feet were pushed once more into a steaming hot cavern, his arms roughly shoved in when he tried to fight. 

With her toy tucked in all the way, Alexia squeezed with her pussy. Her kegels were well developed. Specifically for this reason.

She only half noticed Amélia checking her phone as she squeezed. With each clench she knew she had to be hurting Marc terribly. Driving him toward his own death and her a level of orgasm that she’d never achieved anywhere else.

“Hey, no,” Amélia said as Alexia squeezed, “Daddy didn’t match with me at all! My date cancelled and I never saw the message!”

Amélia turned to her friend and held up her phone to show her. Alexia squeezed again.

Guess the game is up! Alexia thought.

Marc had no idea what was transpiring up above; he only knew it felt like he was being crushed by a python. If he could have seen himself he would have seen blood coming from his mouth.

“Oh no!” Alexia said, holding her hands against her face and hoping her friend bought her attempt at looking shocked, “I thought my app glitched earlier, but maybe your dad just wandered into the wrong room!”

Despite her fake surprise she squeezed her pussy tightly around him again. In her imagination she felt a rib cracking. 

“Well since he’s here…” she tried to say, trying to lead Amélia toward more tiny-crunching fun, “maybe we should-“

But Amélia wasn’t buying it, and her post-orgasm clarity made her think much faster than Alexia had hoped.

“No! Get him out! He’s got your settings and he’s not tough!”

Alexia had to bite back her shudder as her friend’s fingertips slipped inside of her and yanked out her toy. She wished she’d be putting him back, but there were other ways to have fun with a nearly-squashed tiny.

Marc shuddered with pain at the sudden movements, but for a moment he had a shred of hope: in the dimly lit room he could make out his daughter’s worried face even if her voice sounded too far away.

Then the light flashed on, and Amélia jumped in surprise, dropping him to the short carpet of the hotel room where he landed with a dull thud. It wasn’t the last straw for him but his body screamed in pain from everywhere. Distantly he saw another pair of legs, Alexia’s, approaching from where she’d turned on the light.

“No! He can’t be hurt like that!” Amélia said, kneeling to look at her dad. She knew what she’d seen, and right now he looked like he’d been in a car wreck.

Her pussy twitched despite everything.

“He can’t be-“

“Amé,” Alexia interrupted her, kneeling and putting a hand on her shoulder, “What all did you do to him?”

“I-I-I…everything!” she said, thinking about how wonderful using a tiny so thoroughly had been. “I thought he was tough, so I beat him up a little, and I was serious when I said everything but my – my—”

“Hey hey hey! It’s gonna be okay! Look, he’s just a tiny now and you know if he’d gone into my room like he was supposed to…”

Neither girl bothered finishing that thought. They both knew Alexia would have done much worse to him, and when Amélia found out the news would’ve been met with a shrug. Maybe a giggle. Tinies were used, abused, and ended every day.

They both watched as Marc tried to crawl away, dragging himself across the carpet toward the door. He had no hope of getting there. Even without intervention.

“We should put him out of his misery, don’t you think?” Alexia asked, hiding a grin well as she saw the anticipatory look on her friend’s face.

“How-how do we do it?” she asked. Amélia looked at her friend. “I never crushed one before. And if this was my dad I wanna do it right.”

Two minutes later they were both wearing the heels they’d laughed about, then brought just in case. Amélia because she thought that potentially stomping a super-tough tiny might be therapeutic, while Alexia liked to keep her tiny-ending options open.

Marc rolled onto his back when he felt the floor rumble. Even that act caused his chest to shudder with pain. He coughed and this time saw the red on his hand. Above him the two girls were looking down, completely naked and wearing only heels that he would have loved to see on almost any other woman.

“I want the left,” Amélia said, looking down at him in a way he didn’t like.

“Amé-“ he tried to say, but her foot came down on his arm. 

Gently at first, but the pressure grew and grew until there was no denying it: they were hearing tiny cracking bones. Amélia giggled when she saw the tiny try to pull free but then Alexia’s foot pinned down his other arm. In moments the bottom of their shoes were flat on the ground.

Marc tried to scream but it was impossible.

Both girls lifted their feet and looked down at his mangled arms. Amélia put her hands to her face but couldn’t hide her giggle. 

“I know, right?” Alexia said excitedly.

It was her foot next, smashing his right leg almost instantly. Faster than she wanted, really, but it was satisfying nonetheless. Amélia took his left leg, and in her inexperience it crunched almost instantly.

From above, what had been her father was now a quivering, suffering tiny. Both girls giggled as they watched him twitch.

“Yours,” Alexia said, nudging her friend.

“Ours,” she corrected.

The girls lifted their feet over Marc, pushing their soles together. Then descended in unison, crushing him flat. Her only regret was that she hadn’t done so slower; she knew she’d have to do this again and really take her time.