It wasn't all bad for people who had been shrunk by RedCo. Sure they were treated as second class citizens, sure they were barely inches tall compared to everyone else. However, some of them had managed to somewhat reintegrate into society. Companies often bought Reds and put them to work like your average Joe. And, in fact, Joe was one of those lucky few.
Joe hadn't been bought by anyone for recreational purposes. He worked in an office, like most people, at a desk with a PC shrunk down to his size. It was a sweet life for a Red, he knew this much.
“Hey Joe, how are you today? Joe's colleague, Kelly, asked peering down at his desk. Kelly was the sexiest girl in the office, she had a figure battling Marilyn Monroe's and the face of a goddess. “I'm good, how are you?” Joe responded up to her. “Great thanks! We are all going out partying later, are you coming?” She asked. Joe considered for a second before realising he'd probably die at this size and politely turned her down.
“Spoilt sport!” She said, sticking her tongue out at him. Kelly gave him a light wave as she turned to walk away. He watched her walk down the office back to her desk, her beautiful ass swaying beneath her tight black dress and her heels clicking against the floor with each step she took.
The office was set up to accommodate Reds now, rather than them having to be carried or risk being crushed on the floor, they could walk along tiny bridges designed to allow them to get from desk to desk. If they needed to speak to anyone, they could just walk over to their desk with no fear they'll be crushed on the way.
Joe pondered Kelly's request of going out partying later, maybe he could. He did really like Kelly and he hated disappointing her. Maybe he could go, it would give him a chance to get close to Kelly. She'd have to be close to him, she couldn't exactly put him down at all, he rationalised.
Deciding that he wouldn't die going out partying, Joe began his trek to Kelly's desk. Along the bridge he went, walking past each colleague as he went. Due to his size, the usually short walk, was a ten minute hike.
As Joe reached Kelly's desk, he peered over at her. She was stood up, mindlessly wiping it down and just generally giving it a bit of a spring clean. Looking up past her chest and along her slender neck, he craned his own neck to view her head; finding headphones in each ear.
Undeterred by this, Joe pressed on, he had worked with Kelly a long time and headphones had never stopped her noticing him. As she absentmindedly wiped down her desk, Joe stood by her keyboard and began to wave towards her.
Having no luck so far, he pushed closer to Kelly and was now near the edge of her desk. Jumping and waving to her, he took note of her unnoticing face as it stared into space rather than the desk she was wiping. Looking to his left, he saw the rag which she had been using still in her hand swiftly gliding across her desk.
Kelly saw nothing of Joe below her and soon the rag closed in on him, with each swipe narrowly dodging his tiny form. Seeing these close calls with the rag, Joe began to run back to the safety of the back end of Kelly's desk where the bridge was.
Now finished wiping down her desk, Kelly gave it one quick brush across the top. And with that: she opened her drawer, threw the rag inside and sat down at her desk. Just as the final brush had came across the desk, it made contact with Joe's back as he ran away from it.
Joe was propelled forwards as the rag swooped away and then curved around towards Kelly in one quick motion. As the rag came to a stop at the edge of the desk, Joe found himself launched towards Kelly's chair.
Hitting the chair and tumbling with multiple thuds, he peered up to see Kelly's ass descending upon him; her dress had lifted slightly as she did so. As her ass fell completely onto the chair, her cheeks encased themselves around Joe's tiny body. Feeling the chair on her ass cheeks, and also feeling slightly immodest, Kelly quickly lifted her bottom up an inch and tugged her dress back over it. As Kelly briefly lifted her ass, Joe was pulled up with it and soon the chair below him was replaced with the fabric of her dress.
Now pinned on all sides, Joe tried to budge but found that Kelly's tight ass had him completely wedged in. Done with her tidying, Kelly pulled her chair under the desk and slipped off her heels to let her feet breathe.
Having felt something uncomfortable with her chair, perhaps a spring sticking up or something, Kelly began to shuffle in her seat. Grinding her ass into the seat, she tried to force what stuck into her ass back into the chair.
Joe felt the full force of Kelly's weight as she twisted and grinded on top of him, her thinly covered asshole smearing against him as she did. With her dress beneath him and her weight on top of him, Joe was subject to only Kelly's whims.
Getting no results, Kelly switched her motion from forwards and backwards to left to right. Rather than her asshole now sliding back and forth over Joe, one cheek would move to one side and then the other to the other. This movement, combined with the friction between her ass and the dress, eventually had her cheeks spread extremely wide on top of Joe.
Feeling relief as he was no longer pinned between her cheeks, Joe tried to move. He was able to wriggle ever so slightly, with the only issues now being that she could move again at any moment and that her smelling asshole was stationary directly above him.
Kelly noticed that when her cheeks were spread so widely, that the discomfort went away. She didn't mind this position, she liked the feeling of them being spread like this a little anyway.
Despite the slightest bit more freedom, Joe was still on his back and only given enough room to shuffle ever so slightly. Nonetheless it was enough to get him on his way and he began to writhe towards the front of the chair.
30 minutes went by and Joe was now at Kelly's thighs as she sat in her chair. Suddenly he felt his world move as Kelly began to rise. “Ready for the meeting, Kelly?” a familiar voice asked. “I'll be right there” Kelly responded.
As Kelly stood up, Joe found himself sliding down her dress as it got steeper. Clawing at the fabric, he tried to latch on. With no such luck, Joe found himself sliding straight off the edge of her dress and falling the equivalent of a ten story buildings height towards the floor between her legs.
Thankful his reduction in size had made him more resilient but also not thankful for that same reduction putting him in these scenarios, Joe zoomed towards the floor. With a large thud, Joe smashed into the floor like a meteor.
Upon impact, Joe blacked out for what must have been a very brief moment. As his eyes fluttered open, he was met with the blurred image of Kelly's foot gliding towards him. Panicking, he clawed backwards as far as he could. Looking around as he moved, he saw: a black incline in front of him, black walls around him and a black ceiling above him. The only area that wasn't black was the hole above the incline that currently had a foot invading it.
Realising he was trapped in Kelly's shoe, he moved back as far as he could, pressing against the front of the shoe, as the foot edged closer and closer; the space getting darker and darker as it did. As her foot reached the front of the heel, Joe found her bare toes looming over his tiny body.
Having now put one heel on, Kelly quickly bent over and slid the other one over her foot. She began walking to the meeting room. The toes ominously hovered above Joe before Kelly took her first step. Suddenly, as she did so, those predator-like toes crashed down on top of him.
Crushed with each step and relieved with each lift of her foot, Joe tried to scramble to some sort of safe space within the heel but could find no such place. Kelly continued walking to the meeting room, noticing something in her heel but not bothering to query it.
Now in the meeting room, Kelly planted her rear upon a chair and waited patiently for it to begin. Relieved that Kelly had stopped walking, Joe took a moment to breathe and recover from his beating.
He couldn't help but remark on the beauty of Kelly's feet: her smooth and flawless skin, her red painted nails, even the scent was aromatic. His appreciation for her feet was short lived as he, now stood in the gap between her big toe and her index toe, watched as her toes began to curl.
And curl they did, eventually curling to the full extent of wrapping themselves around his body. Kelly, bored with the meeting thus far, decided the object in her shoe would be suitable for curing her boredom. She began playing with it with her toes, grabbing and releasing it, rubbing it against the ball of her foot.
Joe had no idea what was going on, did Kelly know he was in her shoe? Why was she crushing and toying with him? He tried to escape each time her toes released him, but each movement of his was quickly met with the crushing pressure of her toes contracting over him again and again.
Joe lost track of time in this torturous position. He assumed it must’ve been 30 minutes or so because at this point, from all the crunches Kelly’s toes had done, she had began to sweat. With each curl, Joe would find himself subject to the salty excretions of her feet. He wailed out for help, only to be met by a mouthful of her sweat upon each wail.
Soon the meeting was over. All rising and exchanging handshakes, one by one they exited the room and returned to their desks. As Kelly’s long and slender legs straightened, she felt the object beneath her toes being crushed under her weight. She liked this feeling and so with each step she made, she ensured that a little extra force was pushed down on that foot.
Quickly returning to her desk, Kelly planted her behind back in her chair and turned on her PC. Remembering the tiny object in her heel, she slid it to investigate. Relieved from the pressure of the heel, she aired out her foot which had a relatively bad stench emanating from it now. Still curious about what she had been toying with for so long, she peered inside.