Mary knew what had happened the moment she regained consciousness, and pulled her face up from the dirt and spat the grit out of her mouth: Melanie had shrunk her again. Immediately the tiny woman began to panic, scrambling to get to her feet.
As she tried to rise she felt a telltale tightness seize her chest and throat; she doubled over, hacking painfully as she pressed one hand to her chest and reached for the inhaler she always kept in her pocket with the other. It was the worst possible time for Mary's asthma to flare up, but it always did when she was stressed -- which seemed to be a constant, around Melanie, who was flat-out mean to Mary on the best of days, but usually just shrunk her and tortured her out of the blue.
Mary, a waifish young woman with long, pale silver hair and big, red-brown eyes, looked positively stick-like at her new tiny size. Her clothes shrunk with her, but her cute pink sweater and short black skirt were now covered in dirt, just like her pale, thin arms and legs; Melanie had shrunk Mary without warning as the innocent young woman strolled through the park.
High above came a sharp peal of laughter as a shadow swallowed up the dirt plane that stretched all around the tiny woman; it was Melanie, of course. The giant smirked down at her prey, wearing a simple white spaghetti-strap dress over a pair of dark jeans; she lifted a leg and hovered the sole of one foot over Mary, which -- the tiny woman noted with dismay -- was bare and covered with streaks of brown grime. "Wow, fuckin' pathetic! At least a bug would run. You just sit there coughing. Well, lemme help ya get a move on, loser!"
There was a blur of movement as the giant shifted her stance, and then all at once Melanie's huge foot, turned sideways, was soaring toward Mary like a golf club swinging to strike a ball. Mary threw her hands up to shield herself from the blow, but it was no use: for a moment in time the soft, plush flesh of Melanie's instep molded all around Mary; then the tiny woman was hit by the firm wall of muscle and bone it covered, and was sent tumbling through the air. And so Melanie "helped" Mary: by kicking her a lot faster than she'd be able to run on her own.
Mary landed hard against the ground with a painful pop of one shoulder; she flopped end over end until she finally came to rest on her stomach. The tiny woman coughed and wheezed, and raised her hand up just to see that she must have dropped her inhaler from the force of Melanie's kick. Her panicked eyes shot up toward the approaching, towering form of Melanie as another round of painful coughs shook her; Melanie's cruel, dark brown eyes were locked on Mary's fallen form; she brushed her matching dark brown bangs aside -- her hair was cut short, and tomboyish -- as her smirk widened.
"You know, usually I kick you around until you're begging me to stop," Melanie said, standing over Mary with her hands on her hips. "But I'm bored of you." The giant lifted one leg, and again showed the tiny creature her dirt-streaked sole. "I think, today, I'm just gonna crush you once and for all!"
"Melanie, please!" Mary fell back, raising her one good arm as she watched Melanie's arrogant, smiling face disappear behind her ever-expanding sole; it lowered down with no signs of slowing. The tiny woman tried to roll out of the way with a pathetic yelp, but it was no use: her body curled up as she had another wheezing fit, which was too forceful to allow her even a scream.
Melanie's dirty bare sole, now just above her, was too huge for Mary to take in all at once, and then in the next moment it was pressing her down; the giant's plush flesh was warm and -- in a way Mary was familiar with -- damp with sweat. Mary's thin little body was caught sideways beneath it, and she felt her shoulder blades get pressed painfully together as the weight settled on her. She was used to Melanie stepping down on her, but this time it felt different: there was a lot more pressure as Melanie deliberately pressed down. Mary's screams for mercy were ignored as the slab of flesh on top of her smashed her beneath it more and more, and several of Mary's ribs crackled as they snapped.
Oh god, Mary thought, she's really going to crush me! Then Melanie's sole lifted, the pressure mercifully lessening, and Mary immediately clamored to find her footing once again. She fought through her coughs, wild with panic; her clothes were damp and clammy from the sweat of the giant woman's sole, and her skin was grubby with dirt. But Melanie's foot didn't move far: with a simple, "Nope, you're not getting away," Melanie's huge toes curled and then released, plowing into Mary's tiny form and bowling her over.
Mary flopped onto her back, every cough now extremely painful; she could feel where her ribs had cracked in a line. Pleadingly she looked up into Melanie's face high above; the giant woman just smirked, and all at once her grubby toes were hanging overhead, wiggling.
"Aw, wishing you could beg, bug-girl? I guess I didn't give you a chance, huh. Well, okay..." Melanie's hot, sweaty sole covered Mary's body once more, this time with her giant toes positioned over the pale, thin woman's tearful face. "...Kiss my toes, bug-bitch. Beg my smelly toes to spare your pathetic fuckin' life." Immediately Mary started peppering the clammy undersides of Melanie's fragrant toes with kisses, babbling apologies for getting in the way of the giant woman's feet, and pleading for her to spare her life; she kissed, and coughed, and kissed for all she was worth.
Melanie's smug laughter filled the air. "Ha! Did you really think that would work? How dumb can you be, damn." The giant woman's heavy toes started to wiggle, bouncing up and down and beating Mary's little head into the ground. Her skull was pressed down into the dirt as Melanie's fleshy toes rained down onto it; Mary's felt her nose crack and blood trickled down either side of her face, hot and wet. Damp grime smeared all over her features as Melanie's grubby toes rubbed all over her face. She caught flashes of Melanie's pitiless face high above from in-between her brutal toes, and, deep down, she knew that the giant had no intention of sparing her; it made it all the more humiliating that she now had the taste of Melanie's sweat on her lips, and the strong aroma of the giant's foot filled her every breath.
Without warning Melanie's foot lifted off of Mary, whose asthma took the reprieve to double her over on her side and paralyze her with a fit of coughs, rather than letting her flee. And then the foot lowered, slamming down onto Mary, whose good arm was caught at the wrong angle; her forearm snapped in half with a sudden, sharp pain. Melanie's foot lifted again, and Mary's legs scrambled to free her from the dirt, but, just as quickly, the sole lowered, and Mary's struggling legs were forced flat in an unnatural arrangement; she screamed into Melanie's hot foot-flesh as a crackle of bones traveled up from her toes to her hips as her legs completely shattered.
The giant lifted her foot, pausing this time to take in the sight of Mary squirming in the dirt below her. The tiny woman couldn't go anywhere; her limbs were ruined. "You're so goddamn pathetic," Melanie said. "I should have done this a looong time ago."
And then the giant's foot lowered once more, and Mary knew: this was the end. She was right. Melanie's dirt-streaked, sweaty sole crashed down onto her, and the tiny woman felt her body break, and crumple, and collapse in on itself; she felt things inside of her burst and rupture in ways that couldn't be fixed. The pressure was immense; her body flattened beneath the sole of Melanie's foot, and Mary's could only experience it all with horror as she vomited up guts they were squeezed up through her as if her body were a tube of toothpaste; she felt her intestines get forced out of her anus and spill out of the ruin sides of her body.
The pain was a shock to the tiny woman's mind, but Mary was forced to experience every second of it, her voice in her head screaming out for death to save her from it: her last, terrible moments on Earth were spent feeling what was left of her get rolled up as Melanie casually slid her foot forward, ending up under Melanie's broad, round heel; the giant's heel then pressed down and, finally, Mary's skull shattered and her gooey brain matter oozed out through the cracks.
For her part, Melanie lifted her bare foot and looked down at the ground at her footprints in the dirt. She spotted Mary's balled up remains and grinned, stomping down on them one last time as she walked off; Mary's pitiful little body stuck to her grimy sole for a few steps, and then fell away, looking like little more than a squashed bug in the dirt.
Mary liked Laura. A lot. In fact, in her heart of hearts, Mary would admit that she loved her -- Laura was perfectly her type as a tomboyish young woman who didn't feel the need to get dolled up, and never acted in the way anyone else wanted her to; she was a unique individual, and one of the most fun-loving people Mary had ever met; that playful spirit also came with an amazingly kind heart, and Laura was always there for Mary, no matter what -- but Mary hadn't told Laura that she loved her, not yet. She was just too shy.
And now Laura was screaming as she dangled from between Melanie's huge toes. Mary was screaming, too, helplessly watching from the plush unstable platform that was Melanie's bed; she rushed forward and beat at the soft, damp flesh of Melanie's sole, but the towering wall of wrinkled skin showed no notice of her efforts. Melanie's distant and joyful laughter was uninterrupted as she flexed her powerful toes around their squirming prey.
"I know you like Laura, Mary," Melanie taunted, endlessly squeezing the tiny woman with her scrunching digits. "Like, a lot. More than even Laura knows, I bet." Melanie cackled with delight. "Maybe I should just smoosh the guts out of her, right here, right now."
High above Mary, Melanie's thick toes curled tightly, eliciting a staccato crackle from Laura, as well as a wail of pain -- her ribs must have shattered, Mary thought with terror.
"No! Melanie! Stop! Please!" Mary wailed and continued to punch and kick at Melanie's round, hard heel. A briny stink filled Mary's every breath -- Melanie liked to wear sandals, or shoes without socks, or no shoes at all, and it was a hot day out -- but Mary endured the humiliating scent, pushing it out of her mind and trying to focus on saving her one true love.
The tiny young woman felt the giant form lounging before her suddenly shift, and all at once Melanie's visage was in the air high above her, grinning down as the giant peered over her feet at the two tiny women at her mercy. Melanie's inky brown eyes took in the cruel scene with obvious pleasure, and she swiped at the dark brown, almost black hairs of her bangs calmly while Laura and Mary both freaked out at her feet.
Melanie plucked Laura up from between her toes and then sat back against her pillows; Mary squealed in a panic, and found Melanie's foot moving away: the giant spread her legs and gave Mary a view of her, so the tiny person could look up the length of her bare legs and up under the short skirt she wore. Melanie wasn't wearing panties, and she played with her naked sex with one hand, while holding Laura's struggling form with the other.
Tiny Mary felt helpless as she looked at the giant form of Melanie. The silver-haired, pale little woman's big red-brown eyes were full of tears. Mary was naked, just like Laura; Melanie had stripped them both after shrinking the pair suddenly as they were out for a walk together. One moment, all seemed right in the world: Mary was strolling along with Laura, the two deeply engaged in conversation with one another; then the next they were the size of bugs, unable to run as Melanie's approaching stomping feet violently shook the world around them, her laughter everywhere.
With no other option left, in a hopeless situation, Mary charged forward across the bedspread, feeling a bit like it'd take forever to run the length of Melanie's long, outstretched leg. She didn't get to find out: the giant shifted and one of Melanie's huge feet intercepted Mary, pressing her down onto her side and pinning her so that her body was trapped beneath Melanie's row of warm, damp toes; her tiny head was left looking down the length of the cruel giant's foot and her smirking face so far away. Melanie let out a predatory purr as she flexed her toes around Mary's little body, shaking a tiny, distant Laura between her fingers like a cat dangling a mouse.
"What a little hero," Melanie said, giggling. "Did you really think you could -- what -- save Laura?" Mary cried out as the giant toes resting on her flexed and she was forced up into the arch underneath them, pressured from all sides by Melanie's hot flesh; a cloyingly salty scent wafted out from between the overpowering digits. "Did you really think," and Melanie continually scrunched her toes around a screaming little Mary, "that you could stop me from doing whatever" -- scrunch -- "I" -- scrunch -- "want?" Scrunch!
The final flex of Melanie's toes pulled Mary up at an odd angle. The tiny young woman gasped as she felt her arm slide up between her giant rival's slick toes. She cried out, "Melanie, no, please!" but Melanie only laughed over her pleas, and with a loud snap Mary's upper arm broke in two. Then the powerful digits relaxed and Mary fell from them, dropping down onto the soft bedspread to sob and hold her wounded arm. She could only watch helplessly as the toes lowered once more, covering her up from the neck down and putting painful pressure onto her broken bones.
"Mmm," Melanie purred. "You're crunchy. It's so, so tempting to squish you before this fuckin' bug here, but why rush my fun..."
Mary's head was exposed, and she could see down the curvy side of Melanie's instep toward where the giant dangled Laura in her grip; with her free hand, Melanie reached down and spread her ass cheeks with two fingers with practiced ease, parting her index finger and the next into a V-shape; she exposed the pink flesh of her asshole to squirming little Laura, and grinned wickedly over at Mary, who gasped.
Mary saw the terror on Laura's little face, even at that distance. She almost didn't look like Laura anymore, she was so scared: her messy brown hair was matted with sweat -- both her own and from Melanie's feet -- and bruises blossomed on her face and body from the seemingly endless day of torture the two shrunken women had already endured. Laura, her arm shaking, reached out to Mary and wailed her name, and Mary choked back her tears.
And then Laura's body was turning in air, and Melanie guided Laura head-first into her waiting anus; the small woman's shrill screams were quickly muffled and then drowned out by a wet squelching. Melanie moaned, and held Laura by her legs; she pumped her struggling form in and out of her asshole a few times, and then slid her all the way in: only Laura's little bare soles were visible. They squirmed around, though that clearly only made Melanie more turned on; the giant gazed down on Mary with reddened cheeks, biting her lip as arousal glazed her eyes. "Your little girlfriend feels so good in my ass, Mary. Oh god; the way she's fighting me..."
Mary watched, horrified, as Melanie closed her eyes as leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of Laura's struggles. The giant woman's toes held Mary in place, and every time Mary thought to make a move to escape them the pain in her arm flared up like a fire burning inside it. Mary bawled as she watched Laura's tiny feet kicking around, and Melanie started to rock her huge hips back and forth as she murmured with delight. "You can't even imagine how fuckin' good this feels," Melanie said under her breath.
The giant cracked one eye and smiled at Mary. "God, she's just so... helpless." Then she bit her lip and Mary heard a series of crackles; her eyes widened: the puckered flesh of Melanie's asshole tightened around Laura's hidden form, and her feet kicked as Melanie squeezed her so hard that she broke bones. With a pleased "mmm" Melanie clenched her ass again and again, Laura's body popping and snapping with every flex of her muscles. The tiny woman's screams of pain were so loud that even Mary could hear them on the other side of the bed, trapped under Melanie's warm, fragrant, heavy toes.
"Seems like Laura's starting to lose some of her fight, Mary." Melanie chuckled, drumming her toes over Mary's fallen form. The big, meaty appendages beat down on her like oversized fists, pummeling her into the bedspread. She felt herself starting to bruise where they slammed down on her; the spots were tender as Melanie's toes continued to tenderize her. In the distance, Laura's feet were indeed looking like they were squirming around less, and started to twitch unnaturally -- whether Laura was succumbing to her injuries, or simply fighting for air, Mary didn't know. "Gosh, what a way to go. Can you imagine? Suffocating in my ass. Your little lover is pretty much my shit right now. And you: you're just dirt under my toes." With this proclamation, one of Melanie's toes came down especially hard, landing on Mary's knee and pushing it back too far until it popped loudly and painfully.
But the toes didn't stop there. Mary's vision swam between Laura's little twitching soles and Melanie's cruel, uncaring visage; there was nothing she could do to stop Melanie's toes. She wheezed under them, wounded, feeling pieces of her crumple and break and snap. Melanie's big toe pressed down on her torso and shattered all her ribs at once; even her little toe struck one of Mary's tiny feet with enough force to mash it flat; Mary's hips crumbled beneath Melanie's wiggling middle toe -- and then the giant's digits got to scrunching again, pulling Mary up under them and breaking as many of the rest of her bones as they could. When she was dropped back down onto the mattress again, Mary looked out at where Laura was, listless -- her mind was so numb with pain -- and she saw how the tiny feet of Laura didn't move at all. They were completely still.
"Want to join your little friend, Mary? You're so fucking pathetic. You couldn't stop me from killing your girlfriend; now you won't be able to stop me from ending your pitiful existence."
Then Melanie's brutal toes left Mary as the giant slid her foot forward; Mary found her broken body getting rolled over -- her bruises aching, her shattered bones shifting painfully -- until she came to rest face-up under the ball of Melanie's foot. All at once it was a stifling change, and the wall of flesh settled heavily on the features of Mary's face. She could barely breathe, and the air she did manage to get into her squished nose was thick with the scent of Melanie's foot; then sweat clogged her nostrils and Mary couldn't breathe at all.
The diminutive woman started to panic. Melanie had really done it -- she'd killed Laura. And now she's going to kill me, Mary thought. Her body started to tighten as her lungs and throat yearned for air to pass into them, but there was none. Melanie's foot started to move on top of her, rhythmically, and Mary realized that Melanie was masturbating as she suffocated beneath the giant's sole. The pressure on her face was too great to move it: she couldn't turn her head to force in a breath; she couldn't even open her mouth to scream. Her broken body creaked beneath the slab of flesh pinning her to the bedspread.
Please, Mary begged in her mind, Not like this!
As her consciousness dimmed and darkness crept in from the corners like ink being poured into her brain, Mary heard Melanie's repeated, "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" as the cruel giant came to the feeling of Mary suffocating to death beneath the ball of her foot.
Melanie relaxed for quite a while afterward, enjoying the motionless little bodies of the lives she'd ended for her pleasure. She closed her eyes and simply drank in the stillness of them both: the sliver of Laura up her asshole, and of crumpled shape of Mary beneath her sole.