Giantess World
GETTING UP FOR WORKPart 2RACHAEL’S ARRIVALBy SquishedGoo Regular size women, small men, foot crushing and a couple bits of strong language. “Hello Ms. Peterson.” “Good morning Ms. Peterson.” “Good morning Ms. Peterson.” “Hey Rache how ya do’in. How come you were late this morning?”(Laugh) “ OHhooo Jen child… Wait till you see what I’ve got for you. Let‘s go into your office and I‘ll tell you all about it.” Rachael and Jennifer proceed into Jennifer’s office where Rachael closes the blinds and locks the door. “Darn Rache, you ain’t going to attack me are you.” (laugh) (laugh) “Well, I’m so horny right now I could actually consider going lesbo. But no.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out the bag with Brent and the broken ankled other mini man. Jennifer’s jaw drops with a huge smile at seeing the contents of the bag. “UH? Jen hun….. Would you P..LEEEASE take a good look at my shoes. (Smile) Uh hum, BOTH of them,” concluding with a little swagger. Jen closed her mouth keeping the huge smile. She actually got down on her knees to get a good look. (lightly laughing) “Oh my god! …How many of those damned things did you get?” looking up at Rachael for a response. “Oh gee. Gosh, like eight? Yeah I think it was eight maybe nine?… Oh no wait there was the one getting out of bed so I guess like Nine? Ten? (laugh) gosh give me a sec. … The one out of bed…. Hall…The fat splat in the kitchen… the escapee… four with the shoes? … oh oh yeah …. The sixth hallway splat going into the kitchen. So how many is that? 1,2,3.…8? Hmmm, I thought I had gotten more than that. Oh well. Anyway! This little messed up one right hear was spared by me. I got him to tell me where their hide out is. You see JEN! I promised him that I!!! Would not squish him if he told me. ….BUT! I NEEEEVER promised to protect him from anyone else who may want to play a little game of ‘How Loud Can You CRUNCH.’” “Well, damn then let that cat out of the bag.” (laugh) Standing up in eager anticipation. “OK. Well I know how much you love to smush them SOOOOO…..” Rachael lifting the bag up in front of her face. Looking into ithe bag at the, about to be, ‘CRUNCHEE.’ He’s crying and pawing at the plasatic in a feeble attempt to tare himself free. (giggle) Looking back at Jen. “You don’t mind if I get down on the floor to watch you squish this thing do you?” (Chuckle)“Of course not. By all means please. ..Huh, (chuckle)… Would you like that original? Or extra crunchy?” They both laugh hysterically at the joke while Rachael gets down on her knees and opens the bag. “Rache, How do you want me to do it. I’d be more than happy to do it in shoe. But with these open toed pumps you won’t see much. If we do it on the carpet we’ll have to put something down so as not to stain it.” “Oh yeah. Duh. (Smile) How about on top of your desk.” “HUH-HA! That’s awesome. LET’S DO IT!” Walking over to the desk, “ Shoes on or off?” “You can keep them on. Just as long as I get to see him flatten. (giggle) …Why? Do you WANT to do it barefoot?” “Naw. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna squish it.” “Hmm, (sly smile) It’s just that you mention in shoe and then strait barefoot so?” “Nope. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna kill it. Just giving you, the casual observer, options is all. Kinda like full service squisher. You order it how you like it and I’ll make it happen.” (chuckle) “That’s awesome. Go into business doing squish shows.” “Alright, alright, can I please mush that thing now. You know you can’t dangle one of those things in front of me and then make me wait.” Climbing up on the desk, she points the toe of her shoe to the corner, “Right there,” Jennifer said picking the placement spot for the kill . She then slid the stack of papers which were setting there out of the way with her foot. “This corner. It will be our mushing corner from now on. Any time one of us has one, we’ll bring it in here and do it on this corner….. (Giggle) NOW! Put him up here!” giving a little swagger of her own and a coy hand sweep of her hair. “Ok. I want it shoe on, as slow as you can possibly make it. When pressing, …square your foot up on top of it so it goes strait down. (chuckle) Otherwise his head will burst and quirt all over me.” (Laugh) “Alrighty. Get him up here. And get in position Rache. I’m so eager to finish it” “Okay, I’m gunna watch from the side.” Holding onto Brent she flips the other little guy out onto the desk. He ended up on his stomach looking all around panicked. He apparently forgot about his broken ankle trying to get up to run. He promptly fell. In a panic he rolled over onto his back and started looking wildly back and forth at the two women standing over him. One of them WAY over him. The other to whom he’d confessed his colleagues’ hide out was much closer and bent down till her huge face was level with his little body. It got his attention and he rolled his head toward her and just stared in wide-eyed horror. She smiled at him and motioned him with her eyes to look up. He did. There before him was a raised shoe. Just far away enough from him that he could barely see the wiggling tips of Jennifer’s toes through the open toe. Above that, way above that, he saw a gleaming smiling face looking back down. Once again he was entranced. Now on her face way above his. His entrancement was broken by the disappearance of her face from the movement of her shoe over his. He started to shack his head back and forth in a ‘NO’ pattern. Now apparently sobbing as well. He then started a panic motion of looking at Rachael and then at the bottom of the shoe which was growing closer. To Rachael and back to the shoe that was even closer yet. Sobbing and breathing heavy, looked back at Rachael then went to shift his head back to the bottom of the shoe but was cut off. It was to close now. His head was going to get squished from the side. Rachael would be able to watch his face now as it slowly gets crushed. Rachael quickly got aroused. Looking up for a moment at Jennifer, “uh.uh… Oh MY G… WHEW!!! I think I’m going to orgasm before this…. Whew. He was panicking and his.. (gulp) his head. It went to my side I can see his pathetic face. (Breathing a little heavy) Whew. (light laugh). God I want this thing smushed.” Quickly looking back at that pathetic face she could see it slowly being compressed. Turning red. She could barely see the slowness of the foot’s descent. His face being compressed with idle twitching from him. His little eyes starting to bug out. It was now Rachael’s turn to allow her wide grinning mouth to drop open. Knowing his last vision before death would be nothing more than a sliver of her ecstatic face watching him die. Her eyes glued to his ever shadowing, compressing, smashing, head, body, and face. crackle, crunch - His rib cage was now giving way. His face looked like it was starting to protrude out toward Rachael as his head compressed further. Then ‘crack’ - His upper eye kind of rolling to the side a little. A giggle came from Jennifer as she decided to avoid the whole flat footed thing. She leaned into the toes a little more. She wanted more of a chest and head kill. Rachael could careless and frankly wouldn’t have even noticed. Her panties were thoroughly soaked. She was so intent on seeing every moment of its demise. Its face was bright red. Its mouth completely distorted. Eyes bulging out with one of them now off angle. Still alive and conscious. craCRUNCH - Jennifer’s foot made a noticeable descent of about an eighth inch or so. It seemed its chest and head simultaneously had an all out failure. It wasn’t completely smushed yet. Only, both eyes were out of alignment and virtually out of their sockets. Its nose was somewhat pointing upward. Its mouth was now opening top to bottom on its semblance of a face as apposed to side to side. Rachael did not see any remaining signs of life and decided it was time to be finished. She stood up. Looked up at Jennifer with a huge smile of victory and ordered, “SMUSH IT!” Jennifer looking down at Rachael with a smile casually pressing her foot down into it. An audible squelching crackle and crunch was heard. Her toes slid down a little more into the open toe. Turning white as she leaned into it, she gave one single sided to side twist with her heel raised. Mushed remains came oozing out from under the sides and tip of her shoe. Tears of ecstasy swelled in Rachael’s eyes and she trembled. It was finally MUSHED. She started to breath heavy again and had to sit down on the floor where she was standing. She sat there for a second to gather herself. Jennifer seeing her friends reaction asked, “Damn! Was it THAT good? (chuckle) I know I loved doing it but DAMN. I guess watchin’em get it is where its at, aye?.” “Whew.” Gathering her breath looking up to Jennifer, “ Oh SHOOT! Quick! (laugh) Grab a paper or something… it’s about to start dripping from your desk.” Rachael popping out of it, stood up but, was still quite noticeably weak in the knees. She grabbed a clean edge of the desk to balance herself exclaiming once again, “Whew! Wow. (chuckle) That truly was awesome Jen.” Looking around she noticed they had nothing to clean up with. Jennifer worked on her own initiative to allow Rachael some recovery time. She quickly stepped out of the mashing shoe leaving it in its place. Reaching behind her she removed the other pump for balance before stepping down. She grabbed an insignificant piece of paper placing it on the floor where any drippings would occur. “Ya know Rache, that was a LOT of fun. …. My only question now IIIIIISSSSS (giggle) …..WHAT are we going to do with…..” She stopped mid sentence. About to ask about the other small guy looking down at the bag. That look down changed with what she DIDN’Tsee. He was gone. “RACHE!” “Huh, What? (Light laugh) sorry. I’m ok now what?” Shaking her head a little as if shaking it off. “The bag. You never sealed it after you dumped that one guy out. The other one is running around here somewhere.” “Oh CRAP!…. There’s NO WAY that THAT little fucking thing is going to get away. HELL NO!” “Dang Rache. I never hear THAT kinda language from you. (chuckle) I guess you really hate those little things don’t ya?” “No. Well, yes but, he was the leader of that whole little group. I was specifically saving him for the last. There is no way for him to get out of here except that door. On top of which there is nowhere near enough room for him to slip under. So yeah, he’s in here alright. .. Ok, give me a second to think here. We need to clean up your desk before things get busy. And ourselves (laugh). That needs to be first. I’m going to go to the bathroom and grab some paper towels. You stay here. Guard that door. Lock it behind me. Then search for him.” (giggle)“ And whatcha want me ta do with him when I find him.” Looking at Rachael with a cute wicked grin. “OH NO HUN! This ones MINE! (Giggle) But you’re TOTALLY invited to watch? …if you’d like?” They both gleamed in wicked joy at one another savoring what was to be. “Now I’m gunna go get those towels. If you find that thing before I get back, DON’T SQUISH IT! Ok? (laugh) Just like scoop it back into the bag or something. Anyway, I’ll knock once, pause, and then twice. That’ll be your cue to let me back in. alright?” “Yeah. Ok.” “Oh… You’ve got the glasses at the mini-bar. Use one of those. That thing is used to that. Hmm, poetic justice he-he.” “Oh yeah. Good idea Rache. See ya in a bit.” Brent was nowhere to be seen nor anywhere near the door as Rachael unlocks it to leave. Upon Rachael’s exodus, Jennifer immediately relocks the door and starts her search for the bug on death row. She migrated her way along the right side of the room to the mini-bar where she grabbed a couple glasses. While Rachael makes her way to the bathroom many fellow co-workers grant her the normal ‘good mornings’ and ‘hellos.’ She responds in kind while staying on the mission at hand. Once in the bathroom however, she takes an extra moment to gather herself. Splashing water on her face. Wiping down. She takes notice of how not just wet but, virtually soaked, her panties have become. Luckily, like any sophisticated woman, she keeps an extra pair at work in case of a female emergency. Only with Brent still remaining to be disposed of it was knowingly way too soon to change out. She grabbed some extra towels padding them about her attire so as not to draw attention. She took one last moment, a deep breath, then proceeded on to her office to grab that other pair of panties. She made a quick stop to talk to her secretary for a briefing of the day’s schedule. Then continued into the office where a stack of messages awaited her on her desk. They would definitely wait for later. Back in Jennifer’s office, Jennifer was down on her hands and knees looking about unable to find that little bug man. It did not seem like there were TOO many places to hide. And it’s not like he can just get somewhere real quick. She could not find him behind the filing cabinets or under any furniture. All the furniture was up on legs suspended from the ground. Easy to see under. Her desk was the only piece which went solid to the floor. He was not anywhere around it? While she was looking, trying to guess where he could have hidden himself, there was the sequence of knocks to tell her Rachael was back. “Humph,” Jennifer pouted to herself getting up to let Rachael in. “Hey Jen. You find it?” “NO. That little shit did a good job of hiding himself.” “hmm, (light laugh) While I MUST say I am surprised. I know if anyone were to get him it’d be you. We know it’s in here.” Rachael continued on. Calling out to Brent, “… OOOOOOOOOH BUUUUUUUUUUG MAAAAAAAAN? WHEEEEEERE ARRRRRRRE YOOOOOOOOOOU? (Giggle) We’re gunna getchya and SSSQQQQUUUUIIIIIIISSSSHHH YOOOOOOOU.” (giggle) “ I’ve looked all over Rache. I am quite surprised myself. The morning started out awesome but now this little shit is startin’ to piss me off.” “Don’t worry Jen. You WILL get the same pleasure I had this morning. A nice little close-up for your viewing pleasure. It’s just a matter time is all. How long is he gunna make us wait… I‘ll get him.” “Well remember, Rache, I have the McCormack people coming at 10. And I still have some preparations to do. Plus clean of the stupid mess these things make.” (Laugh) “Chill out Jen. Just help me look.” “Alright, alright. Sorry. I just got bummed by not just finding that thing right off. I mean (chuckle) It should WANT to die for us right.” (Laugh) “You’d THINK. But for some reason THEY just don’t see it that way.” “You think they’d be honored or something. Hmm, (shrugging shoulders) I guess not.” “Hey JEN? …You uh… You didn’t happen to check where any electrical cords are did you?” Rachael asked with a huge smile looking over at Jen.” Jennifer gaining a huge smile, “SHIT!….No.” Her voice got soft and she shook her head in disbelief of herself. “Uh-huh.” Rachael walked over to the mini-bar where the coffee maker was. Looking back at Jennifer they both new that HAD to be the answer. With a jovial laughing tone, “Come out. Come out. Wherever you are.” She gave it a moment for anticipation to build then casually slid the Coffee maker to the side. …He wasn’t there. Her eyes squinted a little. She’d expected him to be there and he wasn’t. Now she was a little more than put out herself by this. Jen popped in thinking he was there, “Alright now let’s do this.” Happy and smiling. “HE’S .. NOT..HERE!” Rachael responded in an angered tone. She slowly surveyed the area through her squinted eyes. In the opposite corner was a bottle of champagne. “Hmm.” A smile once again crossing her face. “Well? If at first you don’t succeed try again.” She raised her hand to the neck of the bottle and pulled it away. There it was. I small puddle formed at its feet as he peed himself seeing the bottle removed. His blown cover with it. Held up high shaking back and forth, Rachael showed Jen the bottle saying, “I guess he wants us to drink this when we’re done.” “ALRIGHT!… NOW, Can we finally do this thing. This is killing me.” “Yep. Let’s do it. Oh, first we need to clean your desk and that shoe of yours. Yuck. Here,” Handing here a couple of the paper towels. “You clean yours, I’ll clean mine.” Rachael removed the remaining towels she’d stowed about her. Telling Brent, “These are what I going to use to wipe YOU up with.” Rachael took one of the remaining glasses of the mini-bar and turned it upside down over him after using the tongs from the ice bucket to nock him out of the corner. Trapped there she left him to help Jennifer get her desk more organized. She picked up the bag the two men had been in and went back to the mini-bar. When Jen was done wiping away the mess she came over to hold the bag open under the lip of the mini-bar. Rachael slid the glass forward till he fell back into his holding cell. It was now time to come full circle on this and get back to their days activities of work. Rachael stepped onto the desk chair and up onto the desk standing tall in her strappy heels and stocking clad feet. A look of eager meanness emanated from her. More than joy as she looked down at that bag. It was WAY past time for that thing to die. It had cheated her and Jennifer out of way to much of their times. Not to mention the fact that it was stealing from her. “Put that thing up here. …Now, How did YOU wanna see me do it. To be honest, I just wanna kill the thing. I don’t care how in the least.” (Giggle) “Alright…. (Big smile) BARE foot.” Looking up at Rachael with a certain smirk. Rachael’s mode shifted back to one of joy with that. It was a turn of Jennifer who’d been wound up a moment prior but more jovial now. It brought back Rachael who’d become a little wound herself with Brent’s attempted escape. (Giggle) “Okaaay? Bare stockinged? Or bare bare?” “OHHHHH BAAAARE Bare baby! I wanna see this thing squishing up between your toes. After what it put us through? Heck yea!” “You know I’ll have to get down to take off these stockings. Well, one of them anyway.” “Yeah! SO!… (With a wicked grin) Barefoot.” “What about your ten o’clock?” Jennifer responded sarcastically, “Hmm… Sorry, I was held up. It couldn’t be helped.” Then shrugged her shoulders to suggest, ‘hey this comes first’. Rachael bent over to look down into the bag. While looking at Brent grinning widely, she asked Jennifer, “Enough said. Which foot?” She wiggled her hips side to side. Then giggled as she vigorously wiggled her stockinged toes for dramatic display. Jennifer moved the bag close to Rachael’s feet so he could observe the fruitful display. Jennifer asked the little bug man, “I don’t know. What looks good to you little guy? You’re the one who’s going to get mushed between them.” All said and done through the whole ordeal Brent had done a good job of maintaining his composure. But after what he had seen, the fact that it was right here, right now, started to finally take its toll. He was driven not to give these bitches the satisfaction. However, the wiggling stockinged toes an inch from his clear plastic prison was to much and he himself, as hard as he tried not to, started to quiver and cry. It was an odd thing. The ladies LOVE to see their little bug men scream and cry before the kill. Seeing them panic is an essential part of the thrill. Most of the mini-men, a good 96-97%, do. Brent was one of the few who had not given them that satisfaction. At least not till this point. Only thing was, considering what he’d put them through… In particular Rachael, they could have really cared less. At that point if he cried, panicked, whatever, it was his time to deservingly suffer the consequences of his actions and die for them. It was revenge more than fun… But of course taking revenge IS often fun. Especially when it results in the complete annihilation of the offender. “SO?… Have you picked one bug? … I know she’s got stockings on right now but, I’m sure you can see through them enough to pick the set of toes you want to become jam for.” She gives him an extra second to look at them as Rachael stands back up strait. Rachael then slides her left foot forward raising her heel up. Thus allowing her wiggling toes to point down for a better close-up. Jennifer tucked her free hand behind Brent while Rachael slid her foot forward even more. Moving her wiggling toes into him. With only the clear plastic between them, Rachael gently battered him around with them. Rachael asked Brent, “Come on now little leader bug. Do you like my left toesies? … Well, I guess in ALL FARENESS, you can’t make a good choice with out seeing your other option.” With that she casually removed her left foot. Stepping it back down about five inches away. Adding a little side to side grind as it settled into the desk top. Raising her right foot, she moved it into his face for a good close up. “Okay now. There’s both.” Removing that foot now as well just stepping back onto the desk top. “What’s it gunna be? It’s simple LEFT? Or RIGHT?… Hmmm?” “OH, CRIST! JUST SMUSH IT WITH THE LEFT! I’LL GET A BETTER VIEW THAT WAY.” Jennifer stated impatiently. “Okay.” Rachael responded with a shrug of her shoulders. She pivoted upon her toes spinning around. Stepping down from the desk making her way down to the floor, she sat in the chair. It was finally time for her shoe and stocking removal. A moment that would play out in eternal slow motion for Brent. Jennifer sealed the bag and walked around to the other side where Rachael was preparing herself. Jennifer placed the bag on the floor where the little bug man could watch Rachael readying herself. He did not want to watch but was some what transfixed on it. It would have been slow motion at quick speed. But Rachael was by no means going to hurry. She didn’t go slow but definitely took her time as she brought her left knee up and started to undo the ankle strap. It easily came undone. She slipped her fingers to the back of her ankle. Slipping down the back of the ankle strap, she slid the shoe forward for removal. While doing so she took a quick moment to look over at the bag and giggle. Then focused back on her preparation. She put the shoe beside her on the floor then reached up under her skirt to undo the garter. Brent was cowered down but still watching from an angle. He was doing all he could to stand tall. Figuratively speaking. These two women were filled with true wickedness to be so rude and cruel. His mind was racing a FEW miles a minute. It’s a tough world out there. Especially when you are not at the top of the food chain. But he was just trying to get some food for his people to survive. …Of course there is risk. …Of course if you are caught it will often result in your death…. BUT THIS? WHY? WHY? How could they? How could they enjoy it THIS MUCH? As much as his insides where turned in knots, the terror of watching what was happening, knowing what the final result was leading to, he just COULD NOT take his eyes away. Rachael casually unsnapped the garter. She slid her index fingers under the top edge of the left stocking on each side of her leg. Gently, methodically, she slid the garment half down her thigh where she paused to switched from her index fingers to her thumbs to finish the removal. As she continued she used her fingers like a spider to neatly stack the fabric. She was working her way down her calf when she asked, “Hey Jen, Grab a towel to catch this stuff remaining in my stocking. Actually grab a second to wipe the remains from my foot. This one’s gunna be nice and fresh for ya. Oh, and that piece of paper on the floor slid it over in case any thing does drop. Thanks Hun.” Jennifer did as asked. She slid the paper over into place first since it was right there. Then walked around the desk to retrieve the stack of paper towels Rachael had brought in earlier. Upon her return She found Rachael with her thumbs at her heel ready to peel out her foot. “ Good just in time. I don’t really expect much but hold a towel down there anyway.” She pulled out her foot causing the fabric to double back on itself and pull inside out. There were some meaty parts remaining which were compressed into the fabric and somewhat molded to the imprint of her foot. “They sure do ruin these things for as much fun as it is,” Jennifer acknowledged. Looking at the stocking “Yeah. Well,.. Wipe it clean if you can. As disgusting as it is to put back on, I plan to do so after that thing.” Nodding her head over to the bag containing Brent. “I want to carry what I can of it with me the rest of the day. It‘ll also allow me to wear both stockings. Otherwise I‘ll have to take off the other as well.” (Chuckle) “ Hey! YOU said clean up your own right?” (Laugh) “Crap. Just give me the damned towel.” Holding the stacked fabric in one hand she wiped away what she could. It was flimsy and hard to do. Basically, wrap the towel around and pull down. Some of the muck peeled away. Pulling and tugging on the fabric threads as the meaty remains had compacted enough through her walking on them to encase them within. Other bits would not remove and she had to leave them. While she was working on that, Jennifer grabbed a towel and bent down to wipe off the sole of Rachael’s foot to save time. It was up to Rachael to get between the toes though. While Rachael let the fabric be to wipe out the old jam in her toes, Jennifer got up grabbing the bag to get the new jam ready. With her toes wiped off, Rachael stood up avoiding the ‘catch’ paper which remained. She noticed a couple droplets and thought how good an idea it was to have had it down there. She then turned. stepping on the chair and onto the desk. She took the step needed to get into position for the final event. Standing tall and proud it was time for her revenge. Both of theirs. And was time for Jennifer to get her long awaited show. Neither of them had ever just taken the time to watch another person mush one of these things before. It was always a do it yourself or a, ‘ Hey look at that over there. Go get it,’ deal. Rachael had had that pleasure this morning and now it was her turn to reciprocate for Jennifer. Jennifer got tingly. Knots grew in her stomach in anxious anticipation. She looked at the awaiting foot of Rachael as her toes splayed positioning herself for this climactic event. That poor little bug was toast. She got a little nervous and her hands were trembling with excitement as she pulled open the plastic prison of the doomed bug man. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavy with just a slight grin as she dumped it out onto the desk top. It rolled out landing on its back. Looking up he had Jennifer on his left. She basically looked to him like she was just eagerly waiting his squishing. Rachel was standing HIGH above on his right. Hands on her hips with a proud smile of victory gazing down. With a terrified gulp he followed his eyes down her body. What probably only took a couple seconds seemed like an hour to him. He could make out every inch of fabric. Every wrinkle of her blouse and skirt. The number of stones in her belt. The tiny mole on the inside of her upper thigh. The perfect shaped knee. The shapely calf. And finally down to the thin ankle attached to the weapon of doom of HUNDREDS of mini-men before him. A weapon which knows no prejudice. He would be nothing more than one of those stones in her belt. Just another one of her daily cups of coffee. The only thing making him special was that some other girl named Jennifer was going to get to watch a close up view of his being cruelly destroyed. It wasn’t right. This can’t happen. One person should not be allowed to be carelessly executed just because they are of a smaller breed. He IS a living person. They are people too. Was there no compassion? Oh yes there WAS compassion. That of disposition. To them he IS a bug. Only SLIGHTLY better than a cockroach. Only in that they can actually speak and show emotions which can be interpreted by those way above making it a little more special then just stepping on some roach. Not to mention the added gift that they look like people. So to them it’s like being able to squish their ex-boyfriend who did them wrong somehow. If not just for the fun of killing something. Rachael broke the few moments’ worth of silence. “Well, Shall we proceed on? I think we’ve given it enough time to comprehend what‘s about to happen to it. Don’t you?” Her grin growing wide Jennifer answered, “OH YEAH! Time ta DO IT!” Brent just laid there staring at her bare foot thinking how wrong this was. About how this shouldn’t be happening. He just passively heard them talking above. It didn’t matter anymore. Then there was movement of the foot before his eyes and that set the wheels in motion. Rachael started to raise her foot to position the little bug man and then place her foot down on him for the finishing show. He looked mesmerized or in shock until she started to lift it. Then he started to panic and squirm about in an uncoordinated manner. Rachael watched the little bug man that looked somewhat lost as it tried to move about. It almost looked as if she and Jenn had scared the thing into a state of mentally challenged. It was cute. Not that they would have cared one way or the other, but Rachael gleamed with joy at their apparent breaking of him. He was no longer tall and proud taking it like a man. It was a bug trying to survive. …But of course it wouldn’t. For extra effect, Rachael wiggled her toes while her foot hung over top of it. Jennifer bent down to get a good side view looking in at him. He was at the wrong angle for both of them so Rachael squared her foot up on top of him settling it down. Then shifted it dragging him into proper position. Once there she made a couple minor adjustments to the position of her foot itself. Settling in she looked at Jennifer as if to say she was ready. Brent watched the foot looming overhead. ‘Oh why? Why?’ He couldn’t help but continue to dwell on how they could do this but here it was. Closer and closer to the end. He was truly petrified though once again somewhat coherent mentally. He was not accustomed to the feelings he was having. He was strait terrified such that he couldn’t coordinate his body movements. Deep down he knew but it was never actually him down here. It was his turn now. Now he knew and was about to completely know what all his colleagues and others like him had gone through. Jennifer looked up at Rachael. “I think I could have seen it better if I’d had you keep your shoe on. Oh well. I guess I’ll still get a got look at it mushing up into your toes. (giggle) You settled and ready now?” “Ah huh. Let’s me just preeeess dooooooown a little more.” Rachael said as she settled her foot more allowing some weight to rest on it. Jennifer quickly looked back down and maneuvered her head a little to try to see under Rachael’s foot. The foot flesh surrounded the upper layer of its body. Its head was face up into the bare sole. Jennifer was a little disappointed she could not look into its eyes like Rachael got to. She knew however, that this was the best position for squashing a head and did not say anything. She just wanted to be up close when man bug guts oozed between those toes. Rachael asked Jennifer, “Can you see it?” “ I can see enough. Like I said for bottom view it’s much better with shoes on.” “Do you still want me to take my time? I can just squash it right now and turn into jam for you?” “No, don’t do that. Take your time with it. We both want it to suffer more right. I mean, you can only do it once. Right?” (light laugh) “Yeah I guess that’s true. And gosh knows how much I want THIS one to pay. I will focus on just its chest and head though for you.” “ Actually try to get the whole torso and head. There’s a lot of good MUSH in that lower part to have ooze through your toes for me. I wanna see as much mess oozing from them as possible remember. For all that thing is worth.” “Okay, I’ll drop my heel back down a little then. Gosh, you know, who would have thought smashing one of these things would be so technical. …. I still hope I can makes its head crush while its still alive. You know how much that means to me.” (Laugh) “Well remember… when dealing with a bare footed kill you have the ball of your foot, That ridge just back of the toe line and your arch. The amount of crush in each of them is greater than the other in that order. So by focusing on the abdomen, You should actually get a full well rounded squish.” “My GOD Jen! How many of these things have you done this way?” “What, BAREFOOT? Gosh, ...Lots. That’s the way I always used to do it in the garden. I would work out there barefoot and find them all the time. I’d just step on them. (giggle) Sometimes given ’em an extra twist for fun. Shoot it was so regular I didn’t even think about it. Just stepped on ’em.” “UH (Mouth coming open in shock for a second) Girl… you been holden out on me. You never told me that.” “Why? It’s not that big a deal. Besides that was a while back. That was like three houses ago. (giggle) In fact,…. When I sold that place I told the woman that was moving in there of the infestation. Her exact words were, ‘GOOD. I like a good challenge.’ I never asked how she dispatched with them. I figured it was her business and really didn’t care at that point to bother asking…. (crack)… ooh ooh, it‘s going I just heard it give a little crunch.” “Slower or Faster?” “UHHH… God. I wanna see it suffer more but I’m getting impatient waiting. I want it SMUSHED.. Uuuh” “Okay. So faster or slower?” “Fine GOD. Let me get in cloooooser here. OK! Take your time but DO IT! Finish him.” Jennifer positioned her face an inch off the corner of Rachael’s toes trying to get a view from both ends. “Well,.. Here goes.” Rachael said lifting her heel a little, unable to avoid the sure head crush. She steadily started to increase the pressure. Jennifer wasn’t sure but she thought she heard a muffled scream and then its head burst. It squirted a little star pattern out from under Rachael’s foot and a droplet hit her in the cheek. Jennifer shrieked jumping back a little out of surprise. Quickly she got back in position ordering Rachael, “Now TOE JAM that fucking thing!” She actually seemed angered awaiting its gooey ooze as apposed to joyous. She intently watched just the tops of the toes now awaiting her prize. Rachael lowered her heel completely down putting all her weight on it. She then started to shift that weight forward. Most of its remains and internals started mushing forward up towards her toes with some seepage out the sides. As they got up under the toe ridge-line she shoved the front of her foot down. From between her third and fourth toes shot up a nice sized squirt which looked like a tiny geyser. Jennifer gave a little scream of joy as her mouth came a little open. Grinning widely . Her eyes were glued waiting for more. Rachael drove the front of her foot down raising the heel back up. At a much steeper angle this time. Her toes turned white driving down into its remains mushing them up between them. Little squiggles of mushed ooze came up out the tops of the tight spaces between her toes. A little twisting grind of her foot allowed for a little more but that was it. They both loved to see it smushed and toe jammed but wanted much more of the jam part. Jennifer, though disappointed with the amount, still got off on being able to see what it looked like up close. The best she’d ever gotten was bending over to watch it once when she smushed one herself. This time her face was within an inch and actually got to see it squishing. (giggle) “Whew you’re right. That was TOTALLY amazing to watch up close. To see him being squished up like that. That was WAY to cool. Next time we’ll have to reverse it. Me Barefoot and you with a shoe on.” (Giggle) “I told you, you liked to do them barefooted. Uhgh, this thing is messy. To bad it was over so fast though. Oh well. Just have to do some more I guess.” “You know, between you and me we have quite a bit of fun awaiting us.” Rachael looked at Jennifer inquisitively as to what she was talking about. Jennifer answered the look telling her, “Well, YOU said that one of these things.. The first one in fact, had told you of a hide out of theirs. I also have a little secret of MY own. I had caught a little group just like you did. Only instead of your approach, of which I’ll grant was hard as hell to avoid, I told them that they could come back any time for scraps. I would not allow them to have new ready stuff but leftovers were for them to have at will. They have come to trust me and I started to set up an area in my spare room where they could move their little bug families or what ever into.” Rachael budding in proclaimed, “NO WAY! There is. No. You couldn’t. I know you too well. There is no way you could handle holding off the urge.” “Oh but deary …I did. And now I have this little… Well ACTUALY a LARGE settlement which is steadily growing as others hear of the sanctuary I have put up. There are like five different little groups which have been naïve enough to take refuge there.” “No flipping way. How? I just can’t see you being able to with stand the urge.” “Well, it was pretty tough at first. I couldn’t stop thinking of it. I’d just come to work and burry myself here. When I got home and ESPECIALLY the first to weekends it was tough. After that it just became..” “How long have you had them?” “About two months or so. I just got to the point where I don’t think about it. Once in a while, I check in to see how its grown. Knowing that sooner or later it’ll be good enough for the hugest squish fest ever.” “Oh my God Jen?” (laugh) “OH SHIT! Look at the time. We need to clean up and get to work, it’s 9:47. …Hmmm, maybe I won’t be late for the McCormack meeting after all.” “Oh yeah. Give me the remaining stack of towels. I’ll clean up and you get your papers together. ..You know? I showed that thing this stack and told him I was going to use them to wipe him up with. And GEE, now I am.” “Hmm, did he appreciate that?” “Ya know… I don’t think he did.” “Hmm, and how about now?” (Huge laugh) “You know I’d have to say he REEEALLY doesn’t like it now.” Rachael wiped the main mess from the top of her toes and under her foot while standing on the desk. Jennifer looking ahead moved the paper on the ground from the chair back to where it had originally been placed. It allowed Rachael to hop down putting the jam ridden foot onto it. Then using the desk for balance she grabbed for the stocking and casually slipped it on. She followed that with putting her shoe back on. It was MUCH better to have them actually squish in there. She felt off balance with the slight lump remaining under her right vise the minimal jam in her toes of the left. That would have to wait however, as getting the desk wiped down was of the essence. With the desk cleaned and reorganized and the paper on the floor in the trash the room looked innocent as could be. Rachael winked at Jennifer saying, “Have a good meeting with the McCormack people. I hope you feel inspired this morning.” Turning to leave she heard Jennifer’s reply, “Oh I’m sure I’ll sweep them… out of their seats.”