"Really, Kendra? You brought him home last night?" 

"Oh come on, it's not like anyone is going to find out about it anyway. And besides, I haven't had a man in almost two whole weeks now."

Cassie knew that Kendra had flings with Jake in the past, but she never expected to see him at the Delta Zeta house. She never really felt anything towards him either way, but seeing him here did bring a smile to her face. She slipped her feet out of her flats and propped them up on the glass table. "Has it really been that long? What about that one nerdy kid we brought back not too long ago?"

Kendra looked puzzled. "You mean George? No, he was like three weeks ago at least. What ever happened to him anyway? I remember the three of us in your room that night and I must have blacked out after that because its the last time I remember seeing him."

"Hmm... Well I'm not too sure, I was pretty drunk that night too. I think he's with Payton now though, I've heard her talking about him a few times. It's a shame really, I was having alot of fun with him too." She glanced down at her feet with disgust in her eyes. "More fun than this little guy, anyway."

Jake looked up at her from between the two giant feet that he was massaging. He opened his mouth to say somehting when he was suddenly cut off by Kendra's voice, simultaneously sweet and threatening.

"Before you say anything little man, I want you to know that if we hear you beg or ask about being returned to your normal size one more time, I'm just going to pick up her flats and crush you with them. You'd better just keep your mouth closed and do a better job of rubbing her feet."

Cassie reached down and picked up one of her shoes. "I say we just crush him anyway. There's plenty of guys who are more entertaining than this little one. What kind of a loser can't even give a good foot rub?"

Kendra thought about it for a minute, and even considered letting Cassie have her way right then and there. "Not quite yet. Jake was always good to me the few times we hooked up, so I think he deserves to live at least a little longer." Kendra leaned forward and plucked Jake from the table. "I think that my feet could use a little attention too though." Kendra dropped Jake to the floor, oblivious to the damage that might be done from the fall. 

Jake landed hard, pain shooting through his back from the fall. Just a moment ago, this gigantic blonde had threatened to crush him if he so much as spoke up in protest of his servitude, and now she was advocating for him to stay alive. He looked up to see that he had landed right next to the black flat that Cassie had left on the floor. The sight of it made him wonder if Kendra had really meant what she said. 

He envisioned Kendra casually reaching down for Cassie's shoe and using it to smash him as if he was nothing more than a bug and began to wonder why the two girls were treating him like this. He had always been on good terms with Kendra. She had been the one to introduce him to Cassie, and though those two never talked much, they seemed to get along just fine. 

His thoughts drifted back to a time when he had nearly asked Kendra to be his girlfriend. They had both been sleeping together and hooking up for some time, and he was nearly ready to take it to the next level when he decided against it at the last minute. 

Kendra was everything that he wanted in a woman - a beautiful, athletic blonde with huge breasts and a toned butt, but further than that, she was intelligent too. As one of the most promising students at their college, Jake knew that Kendra had the world in the palm of her hand, but had been too afraid to leave behind the single lifestyle to make any serious moves on her.

He wondered if he could have avoided his current situation had he been ready for commitment.

Before his mind had time to settle on an answer, panic shot through his veins as he saw Kendra raise her foot and quickly slam it down on top of him. 

Smack

"Hahahaha! I heard that one! $20 says he's a stain when you lift up your foot."

"No, not quite yet. I would have felt him crunch if that was the case."

Dazed from the impact, Jake heard this exchange between the two girls. He felt a sharp pain through his leg and suspected that it might be broken. "She could have killed me just now... and they're just laughing about it? Is this all that I am to Kendra now?", he wondered.

His thoughts were once again cut off by Kendra's sweet but demanding voice. "No more daydreaming little Jake. If you're going to live as my slave, you're going to take care of my feet when I tell you to. Next time I'll make sure that you go crunch. Now start licking."

Tears began to well up in Jake's eyes, but he did as he was commanded.

"Just kill it already, it's not even a good slave."

The conversational tone of her voice made Jake realize how insignificant he really was. Here was a sweet, beautiful brunette that he thought he was friends with casually talking about taking his life with her best friend, and he was powerless to do anything about it. The gravity of his situation was beginning to sink in.

"I'll let him live for a while. He just needs some time to adjust to his new life. I can feel him licking down there under my foot now anyway. And besides, I could use a new human insole for my shoes. My last one got all broken up and couldn't really communicate the pain he was in anymore, so I had to throw him out."

Jake couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this going to be his fate? To be slowly crushed up and tortured under Kendra's feet, and thrown away like a piece of garbage once she was done with him?

"Yeah, they're pretty fun up to the point where they start begging for you to kill them. After that they just get sort of boring and you have to get rid of them. I don't know about this one though, he seems pretty boring to begin with."

"Maybe it's just because I know him better than you do... its always more fun having a slave that knew you when they were human. I actually want to go grab a pair of shoes to see how he feels inside of them. Can you keep him here? I'll be right back!"

Kendra's foot lifted up and jake was relieved to finally breathe fresh air, although the smell of her feet still lingered in his nose. He looked up at the beautiful brunette sitting next to Kendra on the couch, and shuddered at the thought of being left alone with her.

"I'll make sure he doesn't go anywhere." Cassie laid her foot over Jake and scrunched him up inside of her toes. 

Kendra got up and headed to the stairs. "Thanks Cass!"

Cassie picked Jake up off of the ground scrunched between her toes and dropped him inside of the flat that was still on the floor. Without saying a word, she slid her foot into the flat and walked to the kitchen to grab a drink.

The smell underneath Kendra's feet had been bad, but compared to this it was like smelling freshly picked flowers. The air inside of Cassie's flat was hardly breathable, and Jake couldn't tell if the shoes were just that old or if she had intentionally made them as dirty as possible for the little men that she puts inside of them. He assumed it was the latter.

Cassie poured a glass of water, but she wasn't really paying attention to that. She hadn't come out here just to get a drink. Her focus was much lower to the ground than her glass of water - it was on the shrunken man inside of her shoe.

She wiggled her foot around just enough to figure out exactly where Jake was under her foot without making it obvious enough to give him any sort of warning. He was right underneath of her toes instead of her actual foot, so this was going to be harder than she had hoped. Without warning, she immediately went up on her tiptoes and back down again. 

"One more time for good measure", she thought to herself. Almost immediately, she went up and came back down a few seconds later. 

Jake had found what seemed to be the safest area inside of Cassie's shoe - the space right underneath of her toes. It seemed to be the area that received the least pressure, and although the smell was bad, he decided he would use this experience as practice for when he became Kendra's insole. 

As Jake was thinking about what was to come, he suddenly felt an immense pressure as if his entire body was about to be crushed. It lasted only a few seconds and the subsided.

"W...What was that?" He said out loud. He knew now that Kendra must have held back when she slammed her foot into him, because that was the most pain he had felt in his entire life. And suddenly, the pain came a second time. 

Jake screamed in agony, and then suddenly light flooded into the shoe.

Cassie slipped the flat off of her foot and dumped Jake out onto the kitchen floor. "Sorry little guy, I'm just stretching out for a run and I sort of forgot you were in there. Good thing you didn't get crushed up from those tiptoes."

From Jake's few conversations with Cassie, one of the things that he remembered was how much Cassie hated cardio. He thought it was weird that she would be going for a run, and especially the day after a night of hard partying when she was probably still hungover. Before he had any more time to think about it, he was scooped up and placed back inside of her shoe.

Cassie made sure to position him right where the ball of her foot would be, and then quickly slid the flat onto her foot.

"Well, so much for him not seeing it coming. I at least wanted to have a little bit of fun with him." She lifted her foot up and stomped down as hard as she could three times. "I hate how tough some of these little things are..." Cassie stepped up onto the kitchen counter for the finishing blow. "Good riddance you boring little ant."

Cassie jumped from the counter and then slid the flat off of her foot once again. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry little guy!" She dumped his still twitching body out onto the kitchen floor.

"C...Cassie"

"I guess my bare foot is just too soft for this", she thought to herself. Sliding the flat onto her foot one final time, she locked eyes with Jake. "I didn't even see you on the floor there! I'm so sorry I just crushed you underneath my flat!"

"W...What?" Jake managed to mutter just before his death.

"Oh, let me just show you what I mean!" Cassie slammed her flat down on top of him and couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "I guess he entertained me a little bit after all."

Kendra walked into the kitchen with a pair of brown thigh-high boots. Her eyes went to the red stain on the floor in front of Cassie. "Don't tell me that's all thats left of him."

"Sorry! Its hard to see them on the ground when they're so small."

"Its fine, I've crushed so many slaves on accident that I've lost count. And you were right too, he was pretty boring anyway."

Both girls laughed and started discussing who they could shrink next to replace him as Kendra's new insole. 

George had never been so excited in his entire life. Whenever José had suggested that he come to the Alpha Sig party, he was originally reluctant. He had always been an introverted person and rarely had fun at those types of events. It wasn't necessarily that he didn't enjoy being around people - in fact, he loved that. He just lacked the social skills to make a deep connection with most people. Those big parties always ended up with him feeling awkward and wishing he was home playing World of Warcraft.

José had been a close friend of George's for years now so after some heavy persuasion he was convinced to come. After all, it was best to maintain the few social ties that he did have.  What he didn't know was that this party would be unlike any other - at least for him.

"Look at all these cuties! What do you say we go talk to one of them, George?"

George grimaced. He had no real experience with girls and had been rejected every time he tried to talk to one. The thought of it gave him butterflies in his stomach, and as someone who was afraid to get charged with an underage, he couldn't muster up the liquid courage to do it either. "Sure", he muttered.

He started to follow José when he felt a hand on his shoulder. What he saw when he turned around shocked him. Even in the dimly-lit room, he recognized the long black hair, the alluring eyes, and the short but athletic body of the girl in front of him.

"Hey, cutie. Why don't you ditch the loser and talk to me for a little bit?" 

George looked her up and down and was at a loss for words. He knew exactly who she was - a Delta Zeta sister regarded as the meanest member of the sorority... and she wanted to talk to him. 

All of the Delta Zeta girls were considered to be goddesses on campus, but Payton was in a league above that. There wasn't one particular asset that stood out about her - every part of her body seemed to be equally exceptional. George had met her freshman year and the image of her full breasts, toned stomach, and her thick ass had stayed in his mind all of these years. He looked down from her crop top to her black miniskirt in disbelief.

 "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?"

George snapped out of his starstruck state. "Oh... I... I'm George... We met... Uh... We met two years ago."

"Hmm... did we? Can't say I remember that. What a shame, you could've been mine all this time!"

"Hah yeah... Uh... You insulted me back then... but I changed a lot since then. You... don't think I'm a loser now right?"

"A loser? There's no way! I can't believe I called a cute guy like you a loser!"

George was starting to feel a little more confident. He had never been accepted by a girl before and for a girl like Payton to validate him did a lot for his ego. "Well it's okay, it's in the past now. So... how are you liking the party so far?"

"Oh, it's alright. I'm thinking about leaving pretty soon though. I want to know about you though! Tell me more about yourself." Payton loved the power she had over this guy already. Even the concept of talking to her was making him nervous. She pretended to listen as he droned on and on about his nerdy hobbies.

That didn't last long before she decided it was time to speed things up a bit. She pulled her phone out of the waistband of her skirt and glanced down to check the time. "Tell you what George, I need to get going now, but we're going to have an afterparty at the Delta Zeta house and I would love for you to be there. What do you think about coming back and spending some more time with me?"

That was one offer that George just couldn't refuse. He walked back in high hopes that he was about to lose his virginity to one of the hottest girls on campus. Payton's flirtatious vibe made him feel as though it could actually happen. He just needed to avoid any social missteps until the afterparty was over.

Back at the sorority house, George wasn't greeted by as many sisters as he had expected. In fact, he was only introduced to two - a bombshell blonde named Kendra and a cute brunette named Cassie. Like every Delta Zeta member, they were stunning, but George was a little disappointed when Payton left him alone with the other two in Kendra's room. 

She had only left briefly to make drinks for everyone, but George already felt a longing for her presence.  

He tried making conversation with the two girls, but they seemed disinterested in him. The only attention they gave him was when he looked over at Kendra while she was on her phone and noticed a loading screen with the Delta Zeta symbols. "So do you girls have your own app or something?" He immediately regretted the comment when Kendra went into a speech about how rude it is to spy on someone else's phone.

He was about to apologize when Payton came back into the room carrying six mixed drinks on a tray. "Two for each of us - since I know you said you don't drink, George."

He blushed, embarrassed to be the only sober one at the party, although it wasn't much of an afterparty.

Kendra handed Payton her phone. "I think we're about ready."

Payton looked down and tapped the phone a few times. She moved over to the couch and sat right next to George, putting her arm around him. "Care if we get a picture together in just a sec?"

"Sure!" he said, and couldn't help but look down at the phone one more time. He could see that she was still in the Delta Zeta app by the logo in the top right corner. He saw some sort of dial and the word "durability" before Payton jumped back over to the bed where Kendra and Cassie were sitting. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of an app they were using and why Payton was so focused on it instead of him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of laughter from Kendra and Cassie. "You're so cruel", Cassie said. 

Payton looked George dead in the eye. "Say cheese, loser!" She held the phone up and a red flash of light engulfed George's vision before everything went black. 

"Say cheese, loser!" The words echoed in George's head. For a few moments, it was as if he was floating in space. He couldn't hear, see, smell or sense anything. There was only emptiness, and Payton's voice echoing in his head.

"Loser... "

"Loser... "

"Loser... "

He felt his vision starting to return, but he knew that he must have awakened to some sort of dream world. At first, his surroundings were unrecognizable. As he started to take in more and more of the world, he realized that everything had simply grown around him. In front of him were the same three girls that had just been at the Delta Zeta afterparty. Only this time, the previously short Payton towered over him even in her seated position. Looking straight ahead, he could see that he was eye-level with the toe of her black knee-high boots. Even that didn't last long, as she lifted them so that only the heel was touching the ground.

"So, loser, I had to get the bottoms of my boots dirty walking all the way to that filthy frat house and back just so that I could shrink a little nerd like you. I think you should apologize to me by licking them clean." 

Kendra reached down into the small garbage can by her bed and plucked something out of it. "And if you don't listen to her, this is how you're going to end up." George saw her toss something to the ground and nearly threw up when he realized what it was.

In front of him, he saw the mangled, barely recognizable body of another man the same size as him. Each limb had been broken or torn off and bones were protruding from nearly every part of his body. 

Payton's once sweet-sounding voice now seemed to boom. "No, that's not what will happen. That little guy just got stepped on a lot as her insole. If you disobey me I'm going to do much worse than that. Honestly, even if you're a perfect little loser for me I'll probably still do worse than that. You were an idiot to think you would ever have a chance with a girl like me." 

George instinctively turned and tried to run.

That was exactly what Payton wanted. She stood and closed the distance with only two steps.

*Smack*

*Smack*

Payton lifted her boot high into the air and stomped down twice. 

Cassie waited almost a full minute before speaking up. "Well don't keep grinding him back and forth under your boot like that, it's no fun if he dies this early."

This was enough for a little giggle from Kendra. "You've never seen one of them shrink with max durability, huh?"

Payton's full attention was on the loser under her foot. "I'm going to crush you out like a little cigarette." She continued to twist her foot back and forth and then shifted all of her weight onto that foot. Maintaining the pressure, she pulled the little man backward as far as her foot would go before finally lifting it. 

"Well, I think this is the first time you've brought a genuine smile to my face, George. I'm looking forward to many more! Now, how about that apology you owe me?" She sat back down and extended her feet so George could reach them.

George couldn't see anything through the blood and tears in his eyes. In a matter of minutes, his will was broken by this giant sorority sister. In the back of his mind, he wondered how he was still alive. The pain shooting through every part of his body assured him that he should be dead. He knew he couldn't focus on that though, and started to lick the sole of Payton's boot. 

Emma’s bare foot dragged across the polished wood floor. With a feigned look of pity, she lifted her foot and looked down at the shrunken man cowering beneath her toes. His cries for help reached her ears, but she pretended not to hear him. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she wasn’t going to pass up this chance to have some fun. 

“I can’t believe they let little bugs in this house! You’d think they would have it nice and clean for bid day…”, her voice trailed off as she lifted her foot once more. 

Lying on his back, David looked up at the gigantic foot far above him. He knew that he had to get up, to move his limbs and escape from the giant woman in front of him, but he could only feel a paralyzing pain throughout his body. By common sense alone, he should have been dead by now. The blonde giantess only weighed in at 137 pounds. Four stomps from her bare feet wouldn’t have done much to David’s 190-pound body, but at his new stature, Emma was the size of a mountain to him. A mountain that had tried to crush him flat with its full weight. 

*Smack!*

For the fifth time, Emma drove her size 8 into David’s miniature body. This time, she decided to try a stomp and twist. 

Once more, David’s world turned to black as his girlfriend’s flesh surrounded his body, pressing him into the wood. He felt the wind leave his body as his ribcage was crushed to dust, and cried out in pain as new bones broke with each twist of Emma’s foot. As the light returned to his eyes, he desperately wanted to believe that this was all a dream. That this time, he would open his eyes to see his girlfriend lying next to him in bed instead of using him as a stress ball for her feet. In fact, it had to be a dream - the fact that the same bones had broken five times told him that much.

The smile on Emma’s face told him otherwise.

He had seen that playful grin before and the memory brought a newfound terror to his mind. 

During their second year of dating, David had asked to stay at Emma’s place for a few days because of a cockroach infestation in his house. The request seemed innocuous enough, given that they had already been sleeping together for more than a year. Emma’s request that he wait an entire week to hire an exterminator seemed odd, but she eventually talked him into it while he stayed at her house. He had tried to ask her why it was so important for him to wait, but was repeatedly met with a short “You’ll see.”  The rest of the week seemed to pass by as normal, aside from one other small anomaly - David hadn’t seen Emma take her shoes off the entire week. She wasn’t usually the type to wear shoes indoors, but David assumed she was just trying something new - until she asked to spend the day at his house.

Knowing better than to question his girlfriend about the roach situation anymore, David let Emma have her way and drove back to the house. As if on cue, a cockroach scattered across the floor as soon as the duo stepped inside, and Emma’s sneaker was quick to rise into the air. David watched the smile creep across her face as her light blue Nike turned the bug to paste. 

“And this is why I wanted to come here today”, Emma said nonchalantly. 

Confused, David began explaining to her that she wouldn’t be able to get rid of them all like that. He stopped mid-sentence as he began to take in her facial expression.

The smile on Emma’s face was both playful and menacing. It reminded David of a lioness before she kills her prey - did his girlfriend come here just to squash bugs for fun?

“I know we can’t get rid of them all - that’s the point. We have a house full of living things that I can torture and kill beneath my feet. Why waste the opportunity?”

David couldn’t believe he was hearing this from Emma. In all the time he had known her, she had been the personification of the “girl next door”. He couldn’t imagine such a sweet and docile girl - HIS sweet and docile girl - torturing another living thing. But believe it or not, she was standing in front of him with another roach pinned beneath her sneaker. She had it pinned to the ground, slowly applying pressure as the guts began to seep out… and then she stopped. It was still alive, squirming, but unable to walk, and Emma’s smile just grew bigger. She placed her foot back on top of it, slowly rocking it back and forth until there was finally one last *squelch* as she put her full weight onto the foot. 

Emma’s laugh proved her ignorance of David’s disapproval.

“Come on babe, lighten up a bit. I mean, what other bugs are strong enough to torture like that?”

“I really don’t think we should be doing this…”

Emma reached down and slipped her Nike off, holding it up to David’s face.

“Smell.”

The odor of Emma’s feet had reached David’s nose before she could even get the shoe all the way off. He pushed back at the shoe and started to pull away. 

“You know I hate feet, Emma. Get that away from me, and why does it smell so bad?”

“These things have a sense of smell too, you know. Haven’t you noticed me adding an extra mile to my daily runs this week? That I haven’t taken these shoes off in seven days?”

David was nauseated from the smell, and tried convincing her that it was time to go. 

“We can’t… they’re living things too, Emma. What if it was someone like me on the ground?”

Emma shrugged and took a step with her pink-socked foot. 

“Smoosh”

He spent the rest of the day watching his girlfriend torture and kill the bugs. He watched as she put them inside of her sweaty Nikes, squished them beneath both socked and bare feet, held them between her unwashed toes, and walked on top of them while they were inside of her sock.

It was something that he had put out of his head until this very moment. 

As soon as he was shrunken inside of the Delta Zeta house, he knew that he just needed to find his girlfriend and he would be saved. Even after being stomped on, he knew that he just needed Emma to recognize him.

But now, that memory was playing on repeat inside of his head. He had forgotten just how cruel Emma had been to the bugs in that house. He wanted to believe that she would recognize him and save him, but a single word in particular was ringing out in his thoughts. 

“Smoosh”

“Smoosh”

“Smoosh”

As the scene played over and over again in his head, he saw a sudden shade of blue in the sky and recognized that he must be hallucinating. Instead of Emma’s bare foot hovering above him, he now saw the same blue Nike from that day.

Another hard stomp. 

Emma’s foot fell immediately to his left. The sound of rubber hitting wood blasted his eardrums, and the gigantic Nike checkmark to his left told him that it was no hallucination. He remembered now that she had worn those shoes when they left for bid day. He cursed himself, as she realized she must have left to put them on as he was lost in his thoughts. He had missed his chance for escape. The shoe was once again lifted into the air, and one word rang out before he was pulverized beneath the rubber sole.

“Smoosh”

If David’s body was on fire before, it was in Hell now. He felt each individual bone in his body melt to dust under the rubber of Emma’s shoe. The squeaks of her shoe against the wood blew out his eardrums as she twisted left and right, and dragged him back and forth. With each movement of her shoe, new cuts and lacerations appeared on his skin. This had to be the end. He had to be dead.

But Emma’s face emerged once more as she removed the pressure. David surged with emotion as he saw how much fun she was having with this. Until this point, he had toned our her girlish giggles, but they had now erupted into full-blown laughter. The smile beaming across her face was bigger than any he had seen in their relationship, and her eyes revealed her thirst to watch him suffer.

He made one last effort to call out to her, to let her know that it was him under her foot.

“Emma… plea…se…”

He closed his eyes and expected to be smashed once more, but a sudden wave of relief swept over him as Emma reached down and picked him up between her pointer finger and thumb. She held him up at face-level, and the two made deep eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. David started to speak, to tell Emma that it was him and to beg for help.

The voice of the giantess cut him off.

“I’ve known it’s you this whole time, so you can stop begging me for help now. I’ve got a real-life shrunken human being at my disposal, and it seems like I can play rough without breaking you too. This isn’t something that happens every day, so I think you’re demoted from boyfriend to foot bitch.”

Anger and sadness simultaneously swelled in David’s throat. 

Emma sat him in the palm of her hand and watched patiently. Stomping on her shrunken boyfriend was fun, but it was time to take a break and watch the tears roll.

“Y…You…Our relationship… How can you treat… your boyfriend like this? You can’t just… throw all of those years away.”

“Well, I guess you could say I’m breaking up with you. Or more appropriately, just breaking you. I don’t really have much use for a boyfriend at your size anyway.”

Emma made a tight fist, crushing David in the palm of her hand, her fingernails digging into his torso like swords. 

“Can’t consider you a person when I can just make you go smush like that, either. If you look like a bug and smush like a bug, I’m treating you like a bug. Now dry those tears, I’ve got something special for you since I know you can survive being stepped on.”

Emma sat down and set David down on her left thigh, exposed by the short jean shorts she was wearing. As she reached down towards her right foot, David should have known what was coming next. 

Her hand returned holding a thin pink sock that David could smell all the way from his position on her leg. He immediately recognized it as THE pink sock. 

It was a wonder that this sock had no holes in it, because Emma wore it for any kind of physical activity. Runs, volleyball, tennis, hikes, class - this sock had seen it all. Shortly after the roach massacre, Emma had decided to completely stop washing it. After her performance that day, David could only assume this was to torture bugs in some odd way. And today, he knew that he was the bug.

Emma masterfully held the sock open with one hand, while holding David above it with the other. As he hung over the sock’s opening, Emma took a long moment to gaze into his eyes. She was in love with the expression of terror that stuck to his face. This little bug was fully sentient and aware of what was about to happen, and that excited Emma like no other bug before. She was now capable of psychological torture instead of just physical torture, and the power was intoxicating. Something that had once been considered a human was about to be used as the insole of her Nike. She didn’t know how her boyfriend shrunk, but she was already looking forward to an endless number of ways to torture him. She really hoped that he could survive inside of her socks and shoes.

“In you go”, the cheery tone was almost ironic as she dropped David into the open sock. A fleshy intruder immediately followed, and David struggled to breathe in the years-unwashed sock. She straightened her leg out and wiggled her toes. 

“Tell you what, little guy. You get the honor of being the first to clean that sock in years. If you lick it clean… and my foot, too. Lick my sock and my foot clean while you’re in there, and I’ll try to find a way to turn you back to normal.”

Both parties knew that there was no chance of Emma helping David at this point, but he found a command from such a powerful goddess difficult to deny, and his tongue began touching Emma’s flesh. 

He was engulfed in further darkness as he felt Emma’s foot slide into the Nike. With one single step, he knew that his pain was just beginning. He had prayed that Emma’s real insole would be soft enough to give him some cushioning, but he once again felt the full pain of being smashed under Emma’s foot. And this time, there would be no breaks in-between the stomps. She gave the ground a light kick.

“Just wait until we go for our runs!”

Emma started to wonder what had happened to make David this small. She vaguely remembered filling out some sort of questionnaire about shrunken men for Delta Zeta at the start of the semester, along with every other hopeful girl. She thought the questions seemed out of place, but couldn’t deny that she enjoyed describing how she would torture the shrinkees. For David to shrink on bid day, in the Delta Zeta house nonetheless, made Emma wonder if it was somehow related. She did think that it was odd for each girl to be required to bring their boyfriend, or closest male friend if they were single. 

Her answer came quickly, as Cassie entered the room. 

“Congratulations, Emma! With that little man in your shoe, you’re now a full-fledged Delta Zeta!”

Now Emma was the one who was confused. Her face turned bright red, and she could feel sweat starting to drip down her forehead.

“Well, about that… I mean, he’s just a little bug. Are you really going to tell someone about…”

Cassie ignored the stammering and threw a handful of shrunken people onto the floor. Emma was speechless as she counted six people - three women and three men

“No, no, we’re the ones who shrunk them. The final part of your initiation depends on how you react to your shrunken boyfriend. All of us kill and enslave these little shrimps, usually just for fun. We need to be sure we can trust our girls and that they’re okay with this, so what better way than making them squash their significant other?”

That devilish smile returned to Emma’s face. Her eyes turned to the shrunken people on the floor.

“So you mean… We can bugify men whenever we want?”

“Of course! It’s as simple as us putting an app on your phone. There is, however, one small caveat. Each girl does need to kill a shrunken man before they can join. We can set the bugs to different durability levels, and it seems like yours accidentally got set to 10.”

Emma’s foot was raised before Cassie could even finish her sentence. 

“Well, I spy six more that I can kill right there!”, she beamed. 

Cassie was pleased with the enthusiasm, but grabbed Emma’s leg before she could land a killing blow.

“You might want to look at them first. You’ll learn that it’s a lot more fun when you know who they are.”

Emma took a closer look and recognized three of the other Delta Zeta pledges, quickly deducing that the three men must be their boyfriends. 

Cassie spoke up, “You might have guessed it, but this is what happens to the girls who refuse to stomp out their little lover. You only need to kill one of the six, since I know they were your friends.”

The six small voices fought to be heard, begging and pleading for the sisters to let them go. Emma’s voice was enough to drown all of them out.

“Okay little lovebirds, since you wanted to stick together so badly, it looks like two of you will end up sticking to the bottom of my shoe.”

She sat on the floor, legs outstretched with her soles facing the group of shrunken pledges and their boyfriends.

“I think we’re going to play a little game to decide which one of you gets turned to mush. You’ll all get into pairs with your significant other and start licking the soles of my Nikes. Whoever has the cleanest shoe at the end, gets to live. Go!”

Amanda and Patrick hurriedly rushed to the left shoe. They started licking away bits of dirt and grime, pieces of gravel, and mud that Emma had picked up on her runs. The shoe was undoubtedly dirty, but they felt bad for the team that had to deal with the right shoe. The opposite foot was objectively filthier than the left. A wad of green chewing gum graced the heel, and clumps of mud were caked into the tread of the shoe. There were dark grass stains mixed among the rest of the filth. The smell was equally repulsive on both sides. 

Amy and Ben tentatively approached the right side, visibly fearful of the task at hand. Amy started lapping away at some of the cleaner parts, while ben tried to lick up the bigger clumps of dirt and mud.

Neither Cassie nor Emma could stifle their laughs as the former pledges so obediently lapped away at the shoes. They knew that all three of the girls in front of them previously had bright futures and career aspirations. That was a basic necessity to even be considered for Delta Zeta. The three were to be a future lawyer, nurse, and engineer. Each of them had held leadership positions in their extracurricular activities. They had lived fulfilled love lives with boyfriends that they just couldn’t come to squash. To see those “people” on the floor, licking Emma’s shoes, got both sisters drunk with power. 

Tori and Patrick exchanged worried looks as they hesitantly moved towards the left shoe. Both shoes already had teams, and the left was, after all, far easier to clean. Before they could even get one lick, Emma scooped them up in one hand.

“Now, now. I have two feet and I see two teams.”

Emma could barely hear Tori’s voice as she shouted out, “We were pledges together! You heard her Emma, you only need to kill one! Please, we’ve gone through this entire semester together. I can’t-“  

Emma’s booming voice overtook Tori’s with a single word. She grabbed Patrick with her other hand and extended it towards Cassie. 

“Snack?”

“Mmmm…”, Cassie licked her lips and wasted no time plunging Patrick into her mouth. An audible crunching was heard throughout the room each time Cassie chewed. “Crunchy, but not very filling.” 

Emma shot an annoyed look at Tori as a shrill shrieking filled the room. “NOOOO! YOU ATE MY BOYFRIEND! YOU’RE A MONSTER! YOU-”

The wind rushed through Tori’s hair as she was lifted to Emma’s face. “Guess you should’ve eaten him when you had the chance.” Emma’s head tilted back, as Tori dangled above the open mouth. Emma’s tongue came out and ran the length of Tori’s body, while Tori’s screams became incoherent. “That’s really getting annoying. I’m going to have to shut you up now. Try to make sure you struggle on the way down, I want to feel you fighting in my belly.” Emma released her grip, and Tori plunged down her throat whole and alive. A light, girlish burp escaped Emma’s mouth as she looked down to see how the slaves at her feet were coming along. 

Amy was flailing around, stuck in the chewing gum on the shoe while Ben was frantically trying to dig her out. Her entire torso was somehow covered in the green sticky substance with just her legs and head sticking out. Emma laughed at the pathetic display before checking Amanda and Patrick’s progress and noticing that the left shoe was surprisingly clean. “It seems pretty clear to me who our winners are. I mean, how did you even get tangled up in there Amy? Even if you had won, one step and you’d be dead. Pathetic.”

Both giantesses ignored Ben as he took off in a full sprint. Emma simply plucked the gum, Amy and all, from the bottom of her shoe.

“I normally don’t like leftovers, but what the hell”, Emma threw the piece of gum into her mouth and began to chew. Her face soured as she tasted the dirt and grime stuck to the piece of gum. “You’re definitely paying for this,” she thought to herself as she carefully gnawed on the gum. 

The same shrill shrieks escaped Amy as did Tori, but Emma decided she was going to make these ones last. Amy was sure she was dead as bright white molars clamped down on her body, but her life was prolonged as they only clenched hard enough to leave deep cuts on the body. Her screams grew louder as Emma’s tongue manipulated the piece of gum and ran across Amy’s feet. Amy didn’t realize what was happening until the first bite. One full chomp, and her left toes were suddenly gone. Emma was going to eat her piece by piece.

“Well, it still has some flavor to it.” Emma said as the blood gushed out from Amy’s foot. She knocked the gum around in her mouth, contorting Amy’s body in ways that nearly made it snap.

“Wonder if I can blow a bubble”

After minutes that seemed like hours, the next bite came and Amy’s right toes were gone. Emma sucked on the gum and rolled it across her tongue. “I’m eating this off of my shoe, so you know I’ve gotta make the torture worth it”. Minutes turned to an hour as Emma worked her way up Amy’s body, biting off tiny piece by tiny piece.

Ben’s hopes were high as he started to near the door. If he could just make his escape away from these psycho sisters, SOMEONE in this sorority house had to be sane enough to help him. He knew that his girlfriend was still alive and being tortured right behind him, and he felt a dash of shame for leaving her. He glanced back one last time as he closed in on the exit, and ran headfirst into Emma’s Nike. 

“Going somewhere?”

He fell to the ground, too exhausted to muster a response. Emma flipped his tiny body on its back and pulled his gum-covered, half-decapitated girlfriend from her mouth. As he saw the gum beginning to descend towards him, he relaxed his muscles and gave up hope of escape. He thought he saw a smile from his girlfriend - tortured, but still alive, as Emma stuck the gum on top of him, reuniting the two. 

“Get your goodbye kisses in now, lovebirds.” 

The blue Nike that they had been forced to lick descended onto the piece of gum, and a bright burst of crimson soaked the floor. 

Amanda and Patrick watched on in horror as Emma returned to where they were standing. “Well, I guess you two are the lucky winners.” She reached down and pulled first the bloody shoe off, followed by the clean sneaker. She peeled her pink socks off and tossed them to the side, David still inside. 

Amanda fell to her knees and began praising Emma. Even after the horrors she had just witnesses, she thought it best to remain on Emma’s good side to ensure she was returned to normal size. On her knees, bowing and showering Emma with praise for saving her, she didn’t notice the giant bare foot hovering above her. Patrick simply looked up, hopelessly, at the inevitable. Emma’s toes wiggled in the air as she fought back a giggle. “Ohhhh, Amanda!”

*Splat*

Emma’s size 8 slammed down, killing only Patrick. Emma placed her toes on top of Amanda, sliding her back and forth in her boyfriend’s remains until finally standing on tiptoes, squashing the last of the bug-pledges. 

The click of an iPhone’s video recorder was heard as Emma turned around to see Cassie finishing a recording of the fun. Cassie’s smile was even bigger than Emma’s. “I’m so glad we let you join.”

Emma unraveled the pink sock containing David and dumped him onto the floor, directly in-between her bloody soles and the blood-stained Nikes, and David heard the one word he now dreaded even more than “Smoosh”.

“Lick”

When Jenna pledged Delta Zeta, she expected to have your stereotypical Greek life experience - participating in fundraisers and social events with her sisters during the day and drinking to blackout during the night. There would be many benefits to joining the sorority - climbing the social ladder and forging lifelong friendships among them. The thing that was most alluring to her, though, was the number of men who would be vying for her. She knew that Delta Zeta was regarded as the hottest sorority, and that fact alone would give her power over nearly any guy on campus. At the time, she never could have imagined the amount of power she would truly gain over them. 

Three years later, she found herself sitting next to one of her DZ sisters and holding a whole man between her pointer finger and thumb. As she thought back to her first kill, she remembered how exhilarating it had all seemed back then. She remembered the look of fear in her bug-sized boyfriend’s eyes as he tried to run from her giant bare foot. His cries for help as she squished first one leg and then the other. The jolts of adrenaline as she slowly popped the rest of his body under her size 8 sole. It was a moment she would savor forever, and she loved every part of it. 

She sighed as she realized that killing her little slaves would never feel as special as it did back then. By now, her kill count had to be at least in the high hundreds. It was nearly a daily occurrence for one of the little bugs to become a late-night snack or a one-time stress ball for her foot. The novelty had worn off. 

She tried to remember the name of the man - if he could be called that - in-between her fingers. She had just shrunken him a few hours ago, so she figured that he must be a pretty boring guy if she had forgotten his name already. She didn’t think too hard about it - a name wasn’t going to change the fate that she had planned for him.

As she lifted him higher into the air and slowly opened her mouth, she took a moment to savor the absolute terror that her little slave was in. She loved to feel her shrunken men slide across her tongue and desperately flail down the back of her throat, but this moment had to be her favorite part of the kill. As she suggestively rubbed her bare stomach, exposed by her black crop top, the shrunken man began to cry. He didn’t understand why the giant brunette was being so cruel when she had been funny and flirtatious just hours before. 

If the tears hadn’t started to well up in his eyes just then, she would have dropped him right into her open mouth. Instead, she decided to wait a few more moments and watch the waterworks. Her lips came together for a brief second as she uttered one word to the prisoner in her grasp. 

“Crybaby.”

Her finger and thumb separated, and the nameless man fell into the gaping chasm below. He was coated in her saliva as her tongue rolled him around just long enough to identify a foot. With one practiced movement of the tongue, she positioned her snack so that only the foot was underneath her gigantic molar and listened gleefully for the scream as she bit down. 

She had to keep most of him intact if she wanted him to struggle on the way down, so she unceremoniously swallowed the rest of him and let out a burp worthy of a giantess. 

“Unladylike”, Maddie chimed in. 

Jenna ignored the comment. “Are we still piercing one of them today?”

Maddie looked down at the shrunken men licking Jenna’s white Adidas sneakers.

“I didn’t bring any, so we’d have to use one of those.”

Jenna tried to remember who the two men were. She knew that the one on the left had been part of some fraternity, and the one on the right was some huge nerd from one of her classes, though she couldn’t remember which one. She knew that the nerd would be a lot more fun. 

There was an audible crunch as her left foot made contact with the ground and fresh bloodstains appeared on the bottom of her shoe. She would need to find herself a slave to lick that off later, but for now it was time to give her classmate his prize. 

“That one will do just fine.” The coldness in her voice sent a shiver down the shrunken man’s spine. She had promised to return them to normal if they licked her shoes clean, and the realization that his efforts may have been for nothing began to dawn on him. He didn’t know what “piercing” meant, but given that his gigantic classmate had just killed two men in front of him, he assumed that it wasn’t good. He fell to his knees and did the only thing he could think of - beg for his life.

His cries were mostly desperate promises to clean shoes for the rest of his life, which earned a small giggle from Maddie as she reached for the paperclip and lighter on the table to her right. 

She spoke with threatening authority as she began to straighten out the paperclip, “We can turn any man on campus into our little shoe licker. That’s all you little freaks are good for once you’re this small. It’s not a reason to let you live.” She flicked the lighter and held the flame to the end of the paperclip.

Before the shrunken man could say anything else, Jenna’s voice boomed out. “We’re definitely recording this.” 

She casually propped her phone on the table as if she was about to record something for an instagram post instead of killing a shrunken person. Her excitement was starting to build as she thought about the pain she was about to inflict on the little nerd from class. She hadn’t tortured one of them like this for a long time.

Like a bird swooping its prey from the ground, Jenna’s fingers snatched up the shrunken man by his arms and held him in front of the camera. She grabbed his legs with her other hand and began to lightly pull, stretching him out and preventing any form of movement.

The shrunken man finally realized what was about to happen when Jenna spoke up. 

“I think we should start with a bellybutton piercing, since I always see him staring at mine when I wear these crop tops.”

Maddie took a moment to hold the paperclip in front of the bug’s face. 

“Hear that, little thing? I’m about to put this straight through you.” 

Although she had less experience torturing these things than Jenna did, she still knew how to get some fun out of them before they die. She started slowly, listening to the screams of pain as she poked the man’s stomach with the hot paperclip.

His cries for help grew incoherent as the pain started to overwhelm him, but that didn’t matter to the two girls anymore. They couldn’t hear his words over their own laughter anyway. He tried to break free of Jenna’s grip, but his struggles only added to her enjoyment. 

“I’m just getting started, little one. Can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I push it all the way through! Hold him tight, Jenna.” Maddie began to slowly push the paperclip through the shrunken man while trying to control her laughter so she could be as surgical as possible. After all, she didn’t want the fun to end too early.

As the paperclip made its way to the other end of the shrunken man, there was a loud tear as the skin of his back ripped apart. 

“Aaaand finished! How do you like your new piercing, little bug?”, Jenna held him up to the camera as she spoke. A quick flick of her finger made both of the girls erupt into laughter again.

“He’s like a homemade fidget spinner!”, Jenna said as both girls took their turns flicking his tiny body. 

The shrunken nerd’s shrieks would have been ear-piercing if he had been a full-sized man. His body was erupting with more pain than he ever imagined was possible, and each flick of the girl’s painted fingernails sent even more pain jolting through him. He couldn’t understand why a girl that he thought was his friend would take so much pleasure in this cruel torture. 

As the girls took turns making more holes in their little toy’s body, he couldn’t help but scream out to Jenna. 

“WHY?? PLEASE, JUST KILL ME!! WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS??”

To his surprise, Jenna actually responded. “Why? Because you’re a little fucking bug-nerd, and because I can.” 

She grabbed the camera and dropped her toy to the ground. “It’s also because you’re a fucking bug that I’m about to do this.”

Within seconds, the textured bottom of her white Adidas smashed into the little man on the ground, splattering blood over her one clean shoe.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go find someone to lick these clean.”