“Are you almost ready?” the blue-haired scientist asked. This scientist was none other than Shiki Wakana, scientist and high school idol. “Relax, Shiki, this isn’t the first time I’ve recorded something.” The blonde-haired camera woman responded. She was Natsumi Onitsuka, wannabe vlog star and fellow idol along with Shiki. “All right, we’re rolling in 5… 4… 3… 2…” Natsumi said, silently motioning the number one before she began recording. Shiki cleared her throat and turned to her lab desk. “Hello, everyone. I’m-” “Wait, Shiki, I can barely hear you. Can you talk a little louder?” “Um, yes. Hello every-” “Little louder?” “Hello-” “Yeah, you’re just too quiet. Don’t worry, I’ve got it. Hi, everyone~! It’s me, your favorite girl, Natsumi! I’ve got something super interesting to share with you guys today! My friend Shiki here just finished something super cool. Iiiiit’s, drumroll please…” She said, slapping the desk as much as she could with her free hand as she brought the camera closer to the contents on the desk. “A shrinking po-” “A shrinking potion~!!” Natsumi blurted, interrupting the soft spoken scientist.

“C’mon, Shiki, do it! Do the… y’know, the thing!” Natsumi encouraged, nodding profusely, urging her to begin the experiment proper. Shiki muttered “OK…” Before picking up the pipette that contained the chemical, squeezing the rubber end and having it drip onto a small mouse. Within moments, the mouse shrank even smaller, barely the size of a penny. “It worked!!” Shiki shouted in surprise. “Yes!! Awesome!” Natsumi cheered, turning off her recording and patting Shiki on the back. “So… is there a way to reverse it?” She asked. When she asked that, Shiki’s pupils shrank in horrific realization. “N-No.” She squeaked. “...Huh?” Natsumi said, her smiling expression unchanged. “Shiki?” “Yes?” “Why would you make a shrinking potion without a cure?” “Well, it’s technically a shrinking chemi-” “Answer the question.” Natsumi stated, her big smile still plastered on her face. “I… I was so focused on making the shrinking chemical, I forgot to make an antidote.”

Natsumi exhaled an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “Well, at least you were honest about it.” She said, hooking her arm around Shiki’s shoulder and walking her out of the lab. “Alright, let’s go home and upload this vid.” “Are you sure? The shrinking chemical isn’t totally done yet, and there wasn’t a whole lot in that video, and-” “Shiki, relax. It’ll be fine. I’ll just label it an experiment and everyone will know it’s not done yet! Simple!” “If you say so…”

……………..

Wien Margarete sat at her desk, her lavender hair flowing behind her, browsing through YouTube, searching for videos of idols performing to dislike. As she scrolled through all the purple links that showed she’d already looked at them, she noticed a new upload- something about a member of Liella2 making a shrinking potion. “Now, this could be something…” She clicked on the video, watching the poor experimental animal shrink in size when it was doused with the solution. As she watched, she sat back, her mind beginning to form an idea to eliminate not just at Liella2, but Sunny Passion as well.

After a couple minutes, she went to check to see if there were any meetups happening soon. Sure enough, there was one happening tomorrow afternoon. “Perfect… Now I just need that potion.” She said to herself out loud, standing up and getting ready to steal Shiki’s work…

………THE NEXT DAY…………

“Ugh… my head…” Yuna Hijisawa, the blonde-haired tomboy of the idol group Sunny Passion, groaned. She looked around to try and take in her surroundings. To her shock, it wasn’t her bed. Or her room. Or… anywhere she was familiar with. She was standing on something soft, plush, and an skin-like color. And… texture. And shallow holes that looked like where hair would be shaved. Finally, Yuna decided to do something that would most likely terrify her- she looked up.

Sure enough, the sight made her heart sink like a stone in water. She fell back on her rear against the soft flash beneath her. Just as she feared, she was laying on the warm, soft thigh of a giant Wien Margarete, the German transfer student and musician. “Ah, you’re finally awake. It’s about time. I thought my arm was going to get tired because of how long I’ve been holding her.” Wien spoke, her voice bombarding Yuna like a torrential waterfall of sound. Yuna held her ears shut to try and soften the blow, forcing her eyes closed in pain, before squinting back up at the titanic musician, noticing her fist coming down. She instinctively flinched, but after a few moments of not feeling completely smothered beneath a firm fist, she looked back to see her partner, Mao Hiiragi, clenched inside it. “Mao…?” Yuna said, reaching out to her partner, before Wien took her fist away. “Mao!!” Yuna shouted.

“Ah, ah, ah, not yet. Now that you’re awake, I can actually have some fun~” Wien said, lightly swinging her hand back and forth, causing Mao to moan in pain. “Mao! Let her go!” Yuna shouted. “You want her back so badly?” Wien taunted, continuing to sway her hand. “Yes! Please! I’ll… I’ll do anything! Anything you ask! Just let her go!” “In that case…” Wien began, moving to pick up Yuna. Yuna squeaked out in fear as the enormous hand ensnared her with its lithe fingers. It was dark and warm… but not for long. She was dumped onto Wien’s desk, facing an enormous computer screen. “I need your login.” Wien explained. “...Huh?” “You frequently contact a member of Leilla2, yes? Well, I need them to go somewhere, and, unfortunately, they all have me blocked. So give me your login.” “Are… Are you going to shrink them too?” “Of course I am.” “Then… I won’t do it!” Yuna protested. Wien didn’t even say anything in response- she just squeezed Mao, causing her to grit her teeth and flinch in pain. “W-Wait, stop! Alright, alright, I’ll give you the login! It’s ‘SunPass10n’!” Yuna blurted. “Much better.” Wien said, typing in the login with one hand.

“So… are you going to let us go?” “Hm? No. I just needed the login. I don't need you anymore.” “W-WHA-” Yuna didn’t get to finish her surprised shout as Wien’s other hand crashed down and stole her off the desk. She clenched her fist, constricting Yuna, who was now writhing in pain. “A-AAAAAH!!” Yuna shrieked, loud enough to stir Mao awake from across Wien’s body. “Y-Yuna…?” “AAAAAAAAGH!!” “Yuna! YUNA!” “Oh, you’re finally awake. Good. You get to watch her pop like a grape.” “Wien, stop! Let her go! Please! We’ll do anything you want!” Mao pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “That’s funny. Yuna said the same thing. At the time, I wanted your login. But now, I just want both of you to die.” “What…? No, no, wai-” She was interrupted by Yuna puking up a puddle of blood all over Mao and Wien’s hand. 

“...That wasn’t really a ‘pop’. At least, not the kind of pop I thought it was going to be. Ah, well. Beggars can’t be choosers.” Wien said, walking over to her trash can and unceremoniously dumping Yuna’s corpse into her trash can. Before it was closed, Mao caught a glimpse of Yuna’s face, a horrid cocktail, frozen in horror and confusion and sadness and desperation. It didn’t last long before the lid slammed shut and Wien walked back to the center of her room before plopping Mao on the floor. Mao didn’t even try to stand up. She put her hands on her face, taking them off to see them covered in blood. Yuna’s blood. Her best friend’s blood. She clutched her head in a mixture of terror and sadness, tears streaming down her face with no end in sight. The shadow of Wien’s foot began to loom and encroach over the poor, broken girl, before finally, Wien simply stepped on her, crushing her like a bug, making her as broken on the outside as she now was on the inside.

“Not bad,” Wien said, taking in her handiwork, “Though I think I’ll make those Leilla2 pests even smaller…” She said. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head. Crushing them herself was one thing, and it would definitely crush their spirits as well. But there was one way to ensure that their spirit, willpower, everything, was completely and utterly destroyed. A smile crept across her face. “Sometime, I even manage to impress myself…”

……………………….

“We’re here~! We’re here~! Galaxy!” Sumire, the blonde failed child star said, practically squealing with excitement. “P-Please slow down…!” Keke, the tan-haired Chinese transfer student, sputtered behind her, her lack of athleticism doing her in despite her ecstatic face. “Where’s Kanon?” Chisato, the white-haired girl of the group asked, wondering about the whereabouts of her childhood friend. “She’s probably trying to get the butterflies out of her stomach would be my guess.” Kinako, the brown-haired girl from the Japanese countryside, said. “Geez, what a long walk. Least it’s over, right, Shiki?” Mei, the tsundere red-head of the group, asked her best friend, who nodded in response. “Yeah, my feet hurt from walking  so long. How about you, Ren?” Natsumi asked the black-haired girl walking slowly next to her. Ren was absorbed in a game on some mobile console. “Ren?” She asked again. Ren continued to stare down at her screen, unaware of her friend’s vies for her attention. “Ren!” She shouted, taking her shoulders and shaking her. “Wha-?! Oh… sorry. I got way too engrossed in my game.” “Yeah, I noticed. You’re not going to be too absorbed in that thing to sing, are you?” “Wha-?! No! Of course not!”

The reason that they had all gathered today was to meet with their rival group, Sunny Passion, for a bit of friendly competition, and generally as an excuse to hang out. “We’re not going to start singing without Kanon, right?” Chisato asked. “Nah, we can wait. Here we are~!” Keke excitedly said, pointing at the house where they were going to meet. Keke took the lead as the group ascended the stairs, taking notice of the note on the door: “don’t knock; it’s open”. “Oh, perfect!” She said, skipping over and opening the door. “Hello~!” She greeted, before immediately getting shot with some sort of liquid and immediately shrinking down, disappearing from the sight of the others. “Keke?!” Kinako shouted, running to the door where she, too, was shot and shrank. All the girls noticed now, running towards the door to find their shrunken friend- each one, shot and shrank like the rest.

Scattered and separated, the girls were all dazed. Their vision was blurry, but they could still see the faint silhouette of something gigantic looming above them. As they all fell unconscious, one after the other, Wien stared down at them from high above, as if she were staring at a group of insects that came out from under a rock. She then, carefully, scooped all of them into her palm, placing them in various positions around the living room, while she went to hide in the closet, waiting for the final member of Leilla2 to arrive…

…………………..

Kanon arrived in the (to her) empty house. “Hello? Anyone here?” She wondered aloud, walking in and closing the door, inadvertently sealing her friends inside with her. Far below Kanon, her kohai, Kinako, desperately cried for her attention. “Kanoooon! Please!! Look down!! Just look down!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. But no amount of desperate cries was going to stop Kanon’s shoe from looming over her miniscule, pathetic body, descending down with surprising speed. Kinako yelped, attempting to jump away, but was immediately forced back down as Kanon completed her step, turned into an unnoticeable crimson stain underneath Kanon’s loafer.

“I’m sure this is the right house… So where are the others? I know they went ahead of me. They didn’t get lost, did they?” Kanon continued to wonder where her friends were, kicking her shoes off on the doormat, completely ignorant of the miniscule corpse between the treads. She walked into the living room, unaware of the havoc her stride caused her bandmates far below her. Keke and Sumire ran as far as they could, but, once again, Keke’s lack of athleticism did her in. She lost her breath, tripped, and fell face-first on the hardwood floor. “Keke!!” Sumire shouted, turning her body around, but it was too late; by the time her whole body had turned, Kanon’s sock had already plummeted down, smothering her beneath them and sealing her fate as nothing more than a new, additional stain on the otherwise fresh sock. “Keke! Keke, can you hear me?! Keke!!” Sumire ran up to the sock, shaking it violently, desperate to hear anything from her friend. “AH!” Kanon yelped. Sumire looked up to see Kanon’s shocked face. “BUG!” Kanon exclaimed, kicking her foot a bit and knocking Sumire away. She landed on the floor with a THUD. She could feel her bones were practically powder, decimated by the impact of Kanon’s enormous foot and the impact of her landing on the floor. She coughed up some blood, and her consciousness faded to black, likely for the last time…

Keke, meanwhile, was suffocating. She was unfortunate to have been caught in the fibers of the sock, and was now tangled in the thin white weaves as she sputtered and coughed with every monumental step. She tried to take in as much air as she could, but it was a fruitless endeavor- every step Kanon took knocked the wind out of her, forcing an insurmountable amount of pressure onto her unfit body. “S-Someone… he…lp…” Keke rasped from beneath the coffin that was Kanon’s foot. Eventually, the stepping finally stopped, leaving Keke to wheeze and rasp as Kanon simply sat on the couch in the living room.

On the couch cushion below, Kanon’s rear descended onto Ren, who had the unfortunate fate of getting her leg stuck in the couch. As her upper half was squashed beneath Kanon’s butt, her legs thrashed and twitched. The crushing didn’t instantly kill her- but she wished it had. She begged and prayed for air, for release- but Kanon’s obliviousness would never allow her to draw even a single breath. After only a minute and a half, Ren’s thrashing stopped… and she was gone.

There were three other people that were on the couch cushion that narrowly managed to avoid death at the hands (or rather, cheeks) of Kanon: Natsumi, Shiki, and Mei. They fought their way out from underneath her skirt, before stopping to gather themselves. “This… this is insane…!” Mei said, huffing. “How is this even possible? Nobody should’ve known about the shrinking chemical- the video Natsumi and I took wasn’t published!” Shiki said. Natsumi looked away, in shame, as both Shiki and Mei looked at her. “It wasn’t published… right?” Shiki asked. “Uh… well…” Natsumi muttered. “Natsumi, you didn’t…?” Mei said. “I-I, uhhh… I need to go!” Natsumi said, dashing out from the fringe of Kanon’s skirt. “Natsumi, wait!” Mei yelled. As the trio were having this fight, Kanon put her thighs together. Between the orange-haired girl’s legs, the trio experienced hell on earth. Natsumi was killed instantly, turned into a gorey, crimson stain, imperceptible to the naked eye. Mei and Shiki, however, were luckily close enough that they collided with each other rather than the immense walls of flesh pressing them together. “It’s… tight…!” Mei groaned with pained breath.

Finally, Kanon crossed one leg over the other, thankfully sliding right over Mei, who took in such deep breaths you’d think she was hogging the air. “Shiki…?” Mei wondered, looking back at the enormous mass of flesh, seeing two wriggling legs poking out from underneath the tight cross. “Shiki!!” Mei bellowed, rushing up the leg as quick as she could in order to reach her best friend. “Shiki! Shiki, can you hear me?!” “Can’t… breathe…” Shiki rasped, her voice barely able to penetrate through the thick mound of muscle. “It’s OK, Shiki, I’m here! Just… hang on!” “Help…” “I know! I’m trying!” Mei said, pulling and yanking on her leg with one hand, trying to move the leg flesh away with the other. “Come on, come on! You big, stupid-” “Huh?” Kanon felt a miniscule itch between her thighs, prompting her to separate her legs to find the source.

Shiki and Mei then slid back down to the space between her legs. Shiki fell to her knees, hyperventilating, tearing up and clinging to Mei like her life depended on it. “It’s OK, we’re gonna be OK, I promise.” Mei said. Of course, she didn’t believe that herself, but it was all she could do to keep Shiki from having a full-blown psychotic break. She wrapped her arms around Shiki, consoling her as best she could, rubbing her back up and down in a fruitless effort to make her feel better. She looked up to see Kanon’s hand, coming down onto them with the intent to destroy that which Kanon viewed as insects. She didn’t even move; she just stayed there, holding Shiki in her arms as they were both smashed into gorey pulp by the leader of Leilla2.

“So many bugs around… do they maybe not clean? Wait, no, that’s rude!” Kanon spoke aloud. Meanwhile, the last member of Leilla2 who was alive, Chisato, was on the top of the couch, having been witness to all the carnage Kanon was responsible for. She needed to get Kanon’s attention- for both their sake’s. She leapt from the top of the cushion to her childhood friend (and slight crush)’s shoulder. She trekked along the fabric until she reached her monumental head, climbing up a stray orange hair to reach her ear. She perched herself on the opening, breathed in, and yelled out, “KANOOOOON!”. She looked back to see Kanon’s fingers coming for her. As they came closer, her hopes were dashed as Kanon said “More bugs?!”. Chisato had completely trapped herself, being scooped out of Kanon’s ear and pinched between her monolithic fingers as they were brought towards her enormous, oceanic purple eye. “Kanon, please! It’s me! Just look! Please!!” Chisato begged and pleaded. “Ugh… I gotta get rid of this thing…” Kanon said, standing up and heading to the bathroom. “No! NO! KANON! IT’S ME! IT’S CHISATO! PLEASE, LISTEN! JUST LISTEN, PLEASE! KANON!!” Chisato was crying, her voice going hoarse, hoping beyond hope that her friend would recognize her. Kanon looked at the supposed insect one last time, Chisato’s face dripping with tears, knowing she was going to die. She sniffled. “Kanon, I… I love you so much… please…” Her voice was weak and exhausted from screaming. Kanon just looked at her coldly. “What a strange noise… oh well. Bye-bye, buggie.” Kanon said, as she crushed her between her fingers, taking a piece of toilet paper and wiping the remains off onto it, dropping it into the toilet and flushing it away.

Wien, this whole time, was trying to contain her laughter from the closet directly in front of the front door. Hearing that flush, she was certain that Kanon had effectively crushed all of Leilla2, all without her knowing. Now she just needed to shrink Kanon… She reached for the door, reached for the water gun she’d filled with the stolen chemical, and slammed the door open, completely unaware that the liquid container on the gun fell off, splashing the whole thing on her. The momentum she had from pushing open the door had caused her to shrink through the air, landing smack dab in the middle of Kanon’s loafer. She blinked repeatedly, trying to let her eyes adjust. She didn’t even get a moment of reprieve, as Kanon decided she’d just head back, worried about the others, her voice booming and every syllable hanging in the air like a hot air balloon. 

“GUUUEEESSSS TTHHHEEEYYYY WWEERREEN’TTT HEEERRRREEEE.” Her voice shook through the entirety of the shoe. Wien closed her ears but nothing she did could possibly help to alleviate the sheer pain of Kanon’s voice. She was far too small to even comprehend what she said. She closed one eye, glancing up with the other to see Kanon’s incomprehensibly large sock moving in, ready to reclaim its territory. Wien didn’t stand a chance. The sock swept over her, and she, somehow, miraculously, managed to slip between the sock’s fibers, right in between Kanon’s big and second toe. Was this it? Her karmic reward for sending the idols she despised to their deaths?

But things only got worse for Wien. Kanon tapped the tip of her shoe to make sure it was on comfortably. This caused Wien to go flying into the tip, smashing her face and torso on it, spurting blood from her nose. Kanon then scrunched her toes, clenching Wien with the vice of a boa constrictor. “ISSSS THEREEE A PEBBLEEEE IN MY SHOEEEE?” Kanon’s voice broke through the confinement. She promptly took off her shoe, patting it down to make sure nothing was in there. “MYYY SOOOOCK MAYBEEEE?” She yanked off her sock, exposing Wien to the fresh air and light, before immediately fishing her out from between her toes. “SOOO MANNNY WEIRDDD THINGSSS” Kanon said, flicking Wien onto the carpet. Once again, she miraculously survived, battered and bloody and bruised. But no sooner did she smash on the floor did Kanon have her shoes back on, stepping right over the “pebble” she’d just discarded, aimed right at Wien (whether Kanon knew it or not). 

As if to add insult to injury, there was gum right at the spot Wien was poised to get crushed by. She got stuck in the dirty pink trash on Kanon’s loafer, her world being flung back and forth with every step she took. “WHEEEN I GETTT HOMEEEE, I’VEEE GOTTA TAKEEE THATTT GUMMM OFFFFFF.” Kanon said, grinding her shoe against the sidewalk, liquidating Wien’s lower half.

This was Wien’s final karmic reward. To be stuck and forgotten beneath the shoe of the idol she loathed. She was even lower than dirt now, no better than the actual pebbles adorning the loafer’s trenches. Wien would spend the rest of her short life beneath Kanon completely and utterly miserable- and she knew she deserved it, deep down. This was her divine punishment, and she had to accept it. Kanon, all the meanwhile, kept walking, completely unaware that she was trampling her greatest rival, and delivering Leilla2, and Sunny Passion, the justice they deserved.

THE END