“Relax Stacy, it was just a joke, it couldn’t have been that bad” Anisha said feeling slightly guilty for subjecting her little friend to 15 mins of pure torture. “Are you insane? I could have nearly died in there, never do something like that ever again” Stacy squealed in anger at her titanic friend. This clearly upset Anisha a good bit. “Listen here alright, I said I’m sorry. Now we can either continue the workout like we are supposed to or you can sit here crying all day as a little bitch” Anisha retorted.

Stacy was clearly annoyed at what just happened but she was willing to let it go for now. “Whatever, let’s just go home” Stacy mumbled. “Oh I don’t think so, we came here for a workout and one of us is definitely getting one” Anisha retorted. “Time for some pushups, you can do them on my palm once I’m done”. Anisha set Stacy down on her yoga mat in front of her and got ready to do some pushups. She began slowly and began upping her pace. “46, 47, 48…, 49…., 50” she shouted cheerfully. Watching a woman a hundred times her size performing pushups was truly mesmerizing for Stacy. Anisha truly looked like a goddess in front of her. Anisha had worked up copious amounts of sweat during the workout and finally got up with Stacy in her palm. “Alright Stacy, it’s your turn now. Give me about 10 pushups at least, I’ll go easy on you,” Anisha said. Stacy set herself up in the pushup position and began “1…..,2……” she struggled to reach up to even 5 and collapsed completely on her palm. “I .. I … I just can’t Anisha my body can’t take it” Stacy mumbled.

Anisha visibly annoyed responded, “Are you kidding me, Stacy, there has never been a project I set out to do that I haven’t completed, you are getting fit one way or another”. “Now if you won’t do what it takes to work up a sweat, let me help out” Anisha picked up Stacy and surrounded her with her rag. She then lifted her arm up and used the Stacy-rag combo close to her damp pits. To say her pits were sweaty was an understatement. Her gym shirt had been completely soaked, submerged, and coated with the brine. “Anisha, no what the fuck, this is sick and twisted. Let me go please” Stacy struggled to free herself from Anisha’s grip and Anisha proceeded to use her tiny friend like a sweat rag. She wiped the pits thoroughly and proceeded to wipe her other parts. Once she was done she held a defeated Stacy in front of her. “Now you’re perfect,” Anisha said with a giggle looking at her sweat-soaked buddy in her fist. Stacy couldn’t speak without puking out some of the sweat forcefully ingested into her. “Need … water … please”. Anisha finally took some pity on her friend and washed her up in her water bottle. Once she fixed her friend up she went into the shower herself for a bit of a wash. Finally, she came out and the duo got into Anisha’s car.

“Let's get some dinner and then head home” Anisha mused. Stacy couldn’t speak, Anisha was always a playful friend and roommate but today she was outright terrifying. The worst part of it all was the helplessness she felt. She was nothing but a bug compared to Anisha and if she wanted she could wipe her out of existence. “I’m sorry for being a little hard on you Stacy, once I get into the competitive spirit, I just can’t control myself,” Anisha said clearly feeling a slight tinge of guilt. “It’s okay… but please never do that again, I felt my life dwindling away every second while I was in your butt” Stacy replied. “Oh come on it couldn’t have been that bad. You know I have a slight lactose intolerance it's not the first time I’ve farted in front of you either.” Anisha said slightly embarrassed. “What do you wanna get?” Anisha muttered. “How about some Chinese?” Stacy replied. “Sounds good to me,” Anisha said driving over to the hotel for some takeaway.

They approached the woman at the counter and looked up at the menu. “Hmmm what would be good here?” Anisha thought out loud. “I’ll have a couple egg rolls and a plate of Kung pao chicken with Rice” Anisha replied to the waiter. “And what about you miss?” The waitress asked Stacy looking down. “I’ll just have the garden salad, not too hungry today” Stacy is still a little sick after the whole ordeal at the gym. At home, the girls had the takeout and sat down on the couch for a bit of relaxation. “Hey, I know what could get your arms a good workout” Anisha quirked out. “You could give my sore feet a good massage, today's gym session has killed these puppies”. Stacy was horrified at her roommate's words. No way she is still stuck tormenting her like this. “No Annie, I’m not gonna rub your disgusting feet you weirdo” Stacy barked back finally mustering the courage to stand up to her inconsiderate roommate. Normally anyone would applaud Stacy for having the guts to do it. But when you are the size of an air-bud standing next to the titan, sometimes you gotta think. Anisha was visibly angry at the poor thing. “FINE puny, how about this. You either rub my feet now, or you get to spend the night in my gym shoe. It’s really your decision”. Stacy was visibly shaken at the response but she was having none of it. She knew Anisha was only playing, she wouldn’t actually do that would she?

“Go to hell you whore, stop messing around” Stacy clapped back. Anisha then proceeded to slip out of her worn sneakers and then put them on the table. She then plucked Stacy from the couch and then hovered the little woman above her sneakers. From Stacy’s perspective, the sneaker looked like a well of despair. Something waiting to consume her at a moment's notice. Right away she could get the strong aroma of corn chips and vinegar wafting out of the shoe. Her eyes teared up at the scent and she started squirming. “Ann please, STOP this isn’t right it’s not funny anymore what has gotten into you…” Stacy screamed. “Oh, sweetheart this is only for your own good. Let's hope you turn out better on the other side” With that Annie dropped the wailing girl into her damp sneaker and then dropped her worn socks with it. She then stuffed the entire shoe into her drawer sealing poor Stacy in a rather disgusting tomb. Stacy started to tear up, why was her longtime friend acting this way, surely something was wrong. Anisha had the occasional playful squish on Stacy but she was never like this. Was she slowly starting to be consumed with the power she had over her? Stacy tried her best to move away the damp sock from the shoe but to no avail. It was too big for her and she was left hopeless.