The Pen, by Steph (Evil Giantess Story)

The series of stories beginning with this "The Pen" includes some of the best giantess material ever writter. I'm not the author, they were written by a guy named Steph. I'm posting these stories here because I want them to be easily available for new readers.

Chapter 1

I should probably start out by telling you about myself. My name is Stephanie and I recently turned 16. I think that I am rather pretty, having blond hair and blue eyes, and I am about 5'9' tall with a thin build. Today I am wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. I also am wearing my favorite black pumps with a low heel. Since I was in a hurry today, I decided not to wear socks with these flats.

School went by pretty slowly, and by the time I got home, I knew I wasn't ready to face my family. So I decided to go for a walk along a nearby trail. As I walked along a rarely used section, I saw a shiny object lying on the ground. Bending down to pick it up, I noticed that it looked like an exotic type of pen. Pressing the button caused a huge surprise as a beam of light shot out and hit a bench that was 20 feet away. I watched in amazement as the bench began to shrink. The beam of light disappeared, and the bench finished shrinking to about 2 inches in length. I immediately walked over to it.

I looked down at the small bench and had the feeling I was Godzilla. I lifted my foot over it and stepped down, hearing a small crunch. A small peep also rang out. Looking down, I noticed that on the left side of my shoe, there was a small object wiggling. It was banging on the black leather side of my pump. I stepped back and bent down to see a miniature man that must have shrunk too. He was a little less than two inches tall, and I thought I had accidentally crushed his leg when I stepped down.

I picked him up and took a good look at him. It turned out that he was fine, but just a little shaken up. He was saying something, so I put him up to my ear to see if I could hear.

'Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything.' He said.

I told him that I had no intention of hurting him, and I would return him to normal as soon as possible. I set him back down on the ground and looked at him. A tingle began inside me that was very hard to control. For some reason, I wanted to feel what it was like to step on this man. He stood there looking straight ahead at my shoe, waiting for me to return him to normal. I told him to lie down so that he wouldn't fall when the transformation took place.

As soon as I saw him lying there, I lifted my black flat and placed it on top of him. I wasn't really going to press down, since I just wanted to feel what it was like to have this power. He began wiggling and squirming beneath my shoe which began to turn me on. I could only barely feel it, and I knew I wanted to feel more of it.

I picked my foot off of him, and he took off running. He didn't get far, as I slowly removed my black pump and pushed him with my big toe. As soon as he fell on his back, I placed my barefoot over him. He really began wiggling now. I couldn't believe the amount of pleasure I was getting from simply feeling a man struggling for his life beneath my sensitive sole.

It was at this point I realized that the air he was getting was probably not that fresh. My barefoot had been encased in my pump all day, and was very sweaty since it was a hot day. For some reason, this only enhanced my pleasure. The thought that I could make him suffer in so many ways was intoxicating.

'Lick my foot.' I told him. Immediately, the tiny man began licking the underside of my toes. I could only imagine what the smell and taste was like for him, but at last I could take it no longer. The thought that my smelly foot was the last thing he would feel, see, taste, and smell was too much. With a smile on my face, I slowly switched my weight to my barefoot with the tiny man beneath it. I felt him lick a little faster as he tried to please me, then he let out a little peep. The last thing that happened was a small crunch as I crushed him beneath my barefoot.

(***** Doug Wessel, 32 - Jogger *****) I had been resting on a bench after jogging when suddenly everything got bright. I felt very strange, and fell off the bench. The ground shook as my eyesight returned, and there before me was a forest of giant grass. Looking back, I saw the largest young woman ever created. She was dressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans, but the thing I noticed most was her shoes. They were black leather flats, and they were coming my way.

I dove under the bench and hid. When the ground stopped shaking, I peaked out. All I saw was the bottom of her giant shoe coming down. I dove out just in time, as the bench crunched beneath her foot. However, I was pinned under part of the shoe, and let out a scream. I began pounding on the side of her leather shoe, when finally she noticed me. I was stunned by the smoothness of her shoe, but also at the rate it moved away.

Her giant hand came down and picked me up, and I immediately started yelling for her to put me down and put me back to normal. When she brought me up to her face, I couldn't help but notice her pretty eyes and lips. The lips that could easily swallow me whole. Suddenly, she brought me over to her ear, and I once again yelled for her to please not hurt me, and to change me back.

'No problem.' She said, and placed me back down on the ground, right in front of her right shoe.

All I could do was stare at the worn black leather of her shoe as I waited for her to change me back.

'You should probably lie down, in case you get dizzy.' I heard her say. So I laid down and looked up at this colossal girl. Without warning, she lifted her foot up and brought it down on top of me. The weight was intense, and I immediately began pounding on the underside of her shoe. I couldn't help but notice the dirt and pebbles that had accumulated in the hard rubber of her pump.

Finally, she lifted her shoe and I wasted no time in running away from her. Without looking back, I ran for all I was worth. Suddenly, however, I was pushed hard from behind and tumbled to the ground. Landing on my back, I saw her bare foot coming down for me. Everything slowed down as I noticed each wrinkle of her sole, her long giant toes that were coming right for me, and most of all, the smell that preceded the contact. As the ball of her foot made contact, I could feel the smooth moist rubbery surface cover me. I could see up between her big toe and second toe as she was smiling. For a moment, I thought that this might only be a sick joke. The strong foot odor was horrible, and the sweat from her toes soaked through my shirt in seconds.

'Lick my foot' I heard her call down. Without hesitation, I lifted my head and began licking the sweat from the underside of her toes. I almost couldn't take it, as the salty, smelly liquid was going down my throat. I couldn't believe this teenager was humiliating me like this.

Suddenly, the pressure began to increase, and I thought that maybe I wasn't doing a good enough job. I began licking her giant toes even faster, until the pressure became too much. I took in my last breath, which was filled with the smell of this girl's foot, then screamed as loud as I could. I couldn't believe that I was going to be crushed like a bug beneath the soft smelly bare foot of a teen girl.

The pain is incredible, as the last thing I see is the underside of this girl's toes. Everything goes red, then black, then nothing... Crunch. (***** End Doug Wessel *****)

I must have stood there for five minutes as I savored that moment of power. Looking down, I could see a little blood leaking out between my toes. I lifted up my foot and saw that he was stuck to the bottom of it. I looked closer and saw that his head was still intact and that he had a look of horror on his face. Even his tongue was still sticking out a little. I wiped my foot on the grass until it was clean, than put my shoe back on. I had to try this again.

Chapter 2

I went back home and called my friend Sara. She is a beautiful brunette, shorter than I am, being only 5'2'. She is also rather preppy, having rich parents. I told her to come over quick, since I had something very special to show her. While I waited for her, I took off my right shoe and turned over my foot. I looked closely at the sole, wondering what it must have been like to be slowly crushed by it. It was so soft to touch, yet, I'm sure that the tiny man had a different opinion.

I waited ten minutes for Sara to get there. She was dressed in tan pants and a t-shirt. She was also wearing black leather ankle-boots. I told Sara all about what happened, including the squishing of a tiny little man. However, I told her it was an accident. She was amazed that I could do such a thing, but wondered what it was like to feel a little man under her. I told her to wait here, and I would be right back.

I went outside and walked towards school. It didn't take long to find an unsuspecting person. His name was Rob, and he was a freshmen (as opposed to a sophomore like myself and Sara). He was a classic nerd, spending most of his time on a computer or playing in the chess club. I also knew that he had a crush on Sara, but Sara always refused to do anything about it. She thought it was kind of cute, but I thought it was disgusting.

I saw him coming down the sidewalk, and hid in an alley between two buildings. As he was passing by, I called to him to come over, because I had an emergency which only he could help with. As expected, he pulled his bike right into the alley. With no one watching, I aimed the 'pen' at him and zapped him down to about an inch and a half. Looking down at him, I really wanted to step on him then and there, but I knew that it would be better for Sara to do it.

So I simply bent down and picked him up in my hand. At least I got some satisfaction as I put my foot over his bike and crushed it into oblivion. I quickly ran back to my house to have some fun with Rob and Sara. As soon as I got back to my room, I had Sara sit down on my bed.

I told Sara to close her eyes and take off one of her boots. She hesitated slightly, but then closed her eyes and took off her right boot. She was wearing knee-high nylons, which I knew would really make someone suffer. I gently took Rob and placed him in her boot.

'You can put your boot back on, but do it carefully.' I said. I watched as she slowly slid her nylon covered foot back into her boot. As soon as she got it on, her eyes opened and she giggled a little.

'I can feel him wiggling around,' she said, 'I feel bad for him, though, since I wore these nylons all day.'

I let her be fascinated for a while, but wanted her to taste what it was like to kill a man. Especially since it was some nerd who had a crush on her. I told her to place her foot on the ground and gently move it up and down. This would give her a feeling of stepping on a man, without really killing him. To my excitement, she did just that. She stood up and placed her booted foot on the ground and began moving her sole up and down.

After a few minutes, I figured that the boy in her boot was running out of air anyway, so I took matters into my own hand (or rather foot). I placed my foot over Sara's to see what she would do.

'What are you doing?' she asked.

'Just accelerating the process,' I responded. At that point I began to press down a little at a time. Sara looked a little surprised at first, but than she relaxed. I pushed my foot all the way down on hers, than she got a strange look on her face.

'I think he just squished,' she said.

(***** Rob Jenkins, 15 - Freshman *****) I was coming home from school, when I saw Stephanie in an alley. She seemed rather alarmed, and called me over. I thought that she was a rather bitchy blond, but I knew she was also friends with Sara, so I went over. As soon as I got near her, she pointed a silver object at me and a bright flash went off and I fell over. When my eyes cleared, I as on my back looking up at the largest thing I had ever seen. Stephanie must have been 250 feet tall and looked like she could squash me without thinking. I watched as she bent down and picked me up in her hand. It was very soft, but rather hot. I felt her running, as her hand swung back and forth. Finally, she stopped, and I could only guess where I was.

I struggled in Stephanie's hand as she opened it to reveal a giant Sara sitting there with her eyes closed. I had always had a crush on Sara, and I knew she could help me out of this. Before I could yell, however, Stephanie put her finger over my mouth. I watched in horror as Sara removed her black leather boot that I saw her wearing earlier at school, and held it out. Stephanie than lowered me into the darkness of the boot.

The air was warm and humid, but as I touched the insole of the boot, I found the smell horrendous. The insole was very soft, but wet from Sara's foot, and I couldn't really get a grip as I slid all the way down to the toe section. This was such a surreal experience, since earlier in the day, Sara had walked by me in these boots, and now I was sitting in the depression created by her toe. A toe which was as big as I was. Suddenly, the boot began to move.

I watched the light slowly dim as the last thing I saw was Sara's nylon covered toes move towards me. The boot tilted up slightly, and I found myself sliding under Sara's toes. I almost threw up from the smell, but I still hoped that Sara would never hurt me intentionally. I continued to push up and struggle against the silky net, as I was now beneath the ball of her foot, hoping that she wouldn't step down.

I then felt Sara lower her foot the floor, and her soft sole completely engulfed me. I felt myself sink into the soft leather insole behind me and the moist silky sole that belonged to Sara. There seemed to be no air, and I was beginning to get very weak. Sara began applying pressure, then pulling it off. Again and again, she would move her foot up and down, making it feel as soft as a pillow, but then as suffocating as a heavy blanket.

Suddenly, the pressure began to increase even more as I heard Sara say something, but couldn't make it out. I felt my ribs crack under her sweaty foot, and I screamed. That was the last breath of bad air that I took, as the weight steadily increased. There was nothing more I could do as I contemplated the fact that I was being crushed inside the boot of a beautiful girl by her sweaty, smelly nylon-covered foot. This was definitely a side to her I never would have guessed. The pain is too intense... there is nothing more to do... Crunch. (***** End Rob Jenkins *****)

Sara removed her boot and looked at the bottom of her foot. There was blood all over her nylon, along with half of Rob. She seemed unconcerned as she used a kleenex to wipe up her foot and the inside of her boot.

'Who was that anyway?' she inquired. I almost burst out laughing.

'Remember the freshman that had a crush on you?' I asked. 'Well, I think you finally had a crush on him.'

'You mean Rob? How could you!' Sara exclaimed. She then turned her foot over and looked at her nylon covered sole. I thought she was going to get really angry for a moment, but then she smiled a little.

'At least he got to provide me with some pleasure before he left. It's too bad that he had to die this way, though. I can't imagine what it was like confined in my boot under my foot after an entire day at school,' she reflected. 'Oh, well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I loved the feeling of power. We must do this again.'

Chapter 3

We waited two weeks for school to let out before attempting anything again. It was a Saturday when we went to the Mall. It was torture time again, and we decided to dress for success. After that first day of fun, I went out and bought a pair of black soft soled moccasin boots, while Sara got some white low-heeled leather pumps. Both of us had worn our shoes without socks for the past two weeks, so we could really give our victims a little more fun.

As we went into the Mall, we began looking for some victims. It felt like we were on a safari hunt. It didn't take us long to find our prey. It was a family near the restrooms. There was more than enough, including some extra for fun. I recognized the family as coming from the poorer section of town. There was the mom and daughter, and dad and two sons. I knew one of the sons as a Junior at our school named Jim Siever. The other one was a lot younger as a sixth grader and I think was named Paul.

As expected, the guys came out of the restroom first, and after looking around, I quickly walked up to them.

'Hi Stephanie, how are you?' I heard Jim say. With a quick wave, I reduced them all to around an inch and a half. Even though Paul was only an inch. Standing over their small forms gave me a huge rush, and Sara was already approaching and looking like a cat that caught a mouse.

Using the toe of my boot, I pushed the two boys towards Sara and bent down to pick up the Mr. Siever. I noticed that Sara bent down to pick up the two boys. It was at this time that the mom and daughter came out. I saw that Sara wasted no time and quickly dropped the boys into her shoes, since her bare heels had come out of her pumps when she bent down. She then carefully stood up with the boys pressed gently into the underside of her heels. All I could do was close my hand around Mr. Siever and stand up.

'Hello Stephanie, have you seen my husband or sons?' Mrs. Siever asked. I told her that I hadn't, and we all began a waiting game. I could feel my hand sweating, and could only guess what it was like in Sara's shoes.

After ten minutes, Mrs. Siever asked, 'Could you watch Jennifer, while I go try to find my husband?' I immediately answered yes.

As Mrs. Siever left, I told Jennifer that she had really nice sandals on. I bent down to look at them, and she lifted her foot out of it so show me. I looked at it briefly, then began putting it back on her foot. However, before it was all the way on, I pushed Mr. Siever inside. I kept my hand on her sandal, and gently applied pressure to her little foot. I could just see Mr. Siever's little head turned the side as it was slowly being squished by his daughter's heel, as he began to struggle intensely. I gave him a smile and a wink as I continued to push the sandal onto Jennifer's foot. I watched as his head turned purple, then disappeared beneath her heel. I second later, Jennifer gave a little giggle, and I saw blood spurt out.

I quickly put down her foot and said it looked like she stepped on a ketchup packet. I wasted no time in wiping it up with a tissue I had in my purse.

(***** Mr. Henry Siever, 37 - Businessman *****) I had just come out of the bathroom when a girl approached. My son greeted her, but then everything flashed with a bright light. The ground moved as my sight began to return. In front of me was a huge black wall. I watched as it moved quickly and pushed my sons away from me towards two giant white pumps. The whole thing was incredibly overwhelming. I looked up in time to see a very pretty girl's hand close around me. I thought I heard my wife's voice, but I could make out what was being said. I waited and it began to get incredibly hot in this girl's hand. I felt her moving around, and finally, her hand opened up and I was set onto a rubber surface. All I could see looking up was the wrinkled sole of a giant bare foot coming toward me. I pushed my way back, but found myself quickly pinned under the heel. I flinched as the soft flesh touched me, and began molding itself around me. My head was forced to the side, and I saw that girl who shrunk me smile and wink. It didn't take me long to realize that I was on my daughter's sandal, and that I was being pressed into her bare foot. While Jennifer's heel was very soft, it was also very dirty. I didn't think she washed her feet for a while, since it didn't smell that good either. However, I didn't have much time to think about that... The pressure continues to increase as I am pressed deeper into the rubber soled sandal and also deeper into the soft dirty heel of my daughter. . . I can't take it any more... Squish (***** End Mr. Henry Siever *****)

I told Jennifer to go in and wash the ketchup off her foot. Once she was gone, I looked at Sara and she chuckled. She reached down and removed Jim from her shoe. He was covered in sweat, and almost completely suffocated. Wow, Sara was really getting good at this. I immediately set Jim on the floor and watched him lie there between my boots.

Sara also lifted her left foot out of her shoe and I watched as little Paul slowly slid down the sweat covered insole to the toe of the shoe. I could see him move a little bit and he was crying and wimpering.

'Don't worry, it will all be over soon,' I heard Sara say to Paul. She then lifted her glistening foot and put it back into her shoe.

'Feel free to try to escape. If you make it out, I'll let you go free,' Sara offered to Paul. She immediately began smiling, since I guess that Paul begin struggling beneath her foot.

At this time, Mrs. Siever came back and joined Jennifer, who just came out of the bathroom. I immediately covered Jim with my leather boot, and could feel him squirming beneath it, since there was only a thin piece of leather between him and my bare foot.

'I can't find my husband, have either of you girls seen my two boys, Jim and Paul?' she asked. I looked at Sara and she was ready to burst out laughing, like myself. If Mrs. Siever only knew that Jim was wiggling beneath my foot, and little Paul was drowning in the Sara's foot sweat.

'Nope, haven't seen them,' Sara and I replied. At this, Mrs. Siever took Jennifer and left.

'Good bye Mrs. Siever. Bye Jennifer,' Sara called out. Then she looked down at her white leather pump.

'Bye Paul, thanks for squirming, now all you need to do is squish nicely.' And with that, she slowly transferred her weight onto Paul. I could see her concentrating so that she could enjoy every little sensation. I could just hear Paul screaming and crying from inside her shoe, when suddenly it stopped.

'That takes care of that little guy,' Sara said with a smile.

(***** Paul Siever, 12 - Sixth/Seventh Grader *****) I didn't understand why suddenly I was small when that girl came over by us. Suddenly, a huge wall of black leather pushed me, and I slid a long way to another giant girl. I was terrified as her giant hands picked me and my brother up. I didn't realize that I wouldn't see him or my mom or dad or sister again. Suddenly, the hand opened and I landed in a smelly place. It looked like a giant foot was above me, and then it quickly came down. The giant girl's heel was pressing me into the soft leather of her giant shoe. I couldn't move, as the wet heel pressed me firmly against the wet insole. Every time I took a breath, it smelled really bad. I began to get sleepy. All of a sudden, the giant foot lifted off me and I could breath again. I was crying as I began sliding down the slope of the shoe, and looked out to see the pretty giant blond haired girl and a pretty giant brown haired girl. The brown haired girl said it would be over soon, so I just tried to stay calm. Then I saw the wet bottom of her foot rise up and begin coming towards me. I noticed every wrinkle of her foot before her toes pushed me farther into her shoe. The last thing I saw was her toes pass over me, then everything was dark. It was even more smelly down here. The giant girl tilted her shoe back, and I slid away from her toes, but was now right under where she was going to step. I heard her tell me that if I escaped, I would be free. I tried real hard, but there was no escaping the rubbery bottom of her smelly bare foot. I was having trouble breathing again, and all I could do was cry. Suddenly, the giant foot began pressing down more. I screamed and cried and pushed, but it wouldn't move. What a mean girl this was. Some of the sweat from the foot went down my throat, and I started choking. Now the foot is pressing down even harder. My legs hurt, my chest hurts... I can't breathe... head... hurts . . .squish. (***** End Paul Siever *****)

I watched as Sara removed her shoe, and the little boy was stuck to the bottom of her foot. We laughed so hard, and she went into the bathroom to clean up. I gently pushed Jim through the exit door so that we could go outside. I figured there would be less to clean up out here. He got up several time to try and run, but I simply shoved him with my boot and watched him fly.

'Why are you doing this to me?' he yelled up. I simply smiled.

'Because as a poor person, you should provide richer people with entertainment. Therefore, I want you to know that I will be getting great pleasure by hearing you crunch beneath my boot,' I responded. Sara came out just in time to hear my explanation, and she nodded in agreement. We both felt that it was time to finish up here.

Since it was outside, I pushed him towards the grass with the toe of my boot. I gently placed my leather encased foot over him and felt him squirm. It was a nice sensation, since he wasn't directly beneath my bare foot. I concentrated to feel his movements and gently flexed my toes. Sara laid down on the ground and watched him struggle beneath my foot.

'It's like he's covered up by a blanket that he can't get out of ,' she laughed.

Suddenly, I heard the door behind me open. As I turned, I unfortunately put pressure on the foot with Jim beneath it. There was only a soft crunch to be heard as he was squished into the soft leather sole of my boot. I must admit that it was slightly disappointing.

(***** Jim Siever, 17, Junior/Senior *****) I saw Stephanie come over to us and yelled out a friendly 'Hi!' She was part of the preppy-rich crowd, and I rarely even spoke to her. However, she was very pretty and I figured I could at least try to improve my standing with her. Behind her I could also see Sara, who was also looking hot. The sudden flash of light was disorienting, and by the time my eyesight returned, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Stephanie and Sara had become monstrously huge, and I saw Stephanie sweep her leather booted foot towards my brother and me. The impact of the black leather wall was substantial as we slid a long way to where Sara was waiting. I looked at her giant white leather pumps briefly, than she picked me up. I wasn't long in her hand before it opened and I began falling. To my horror, I recognized that I was falling into the same giant white leather pump that I had seen before. As soon as I landed, Sara put her heel back into her shoe. This pinned me against her soft heel and the soft leather insole of her pump. I couldn't believe that I was inside a girl's shoe, especially one that was only a little over 5 feet tall. I also couldn't believe the smell in here. I wondered if she ever washed her feet! The breathing was constantly getting harder as all I was getting was hot, moist, smelly air, and not much of it. I was pressed so far into Sara's heel that there was no way for the air to really get to me. Not to mention the sweat from her foot was all over the place. I even got some in my mouth. Right before I was going to pass out, Sara lifted her foot off me and pulled me out. She must have passed me to Stephanie, who placed me on the floor. I figured that the humiliation was over, but when I looked up, I saw Stephanie smiling down at me. I watched as she lifted her giant leather-encased foot upwards and began setting it on me. The leather was soft, but I could feel the weight of Stephanie's foot beyond it. I heard her talking to my mom, and I desperately tried to move. However, the leather blanket that was over me, kept me pinned. After a little while, Stephanie moved her booted foot and I was able to stand up. Without warning, she kicked me with the toe of her boot and sent me flying. Every time I got up, she kicked me again. Before long I was outside the mall, lying near the grass. I asked her why she was doing this, and she responded that it was because I was poor and it was my job to please her. And apparently, crushing me was going to please her. The last I saw of her was her smiling face before her giant boot covered me once again. I know that this will be the end, as the pressure begins to increase. As I look to the side, I see Sara's face watching Stephanie slowly crush the life out of me. Once again it occurs to me as strange. A moment ago, I was in that girl's shoe, beneath her bare foot, now I am going to be squashed by another girl, who is normally shorter than I am. The leather continues to become firm, then suddenly... crunch. (***** End Jim Siever *****)

Since it was over so quickly, I pushed down real hard, grinding Jim's body into the soft leather sole of my boot. I was quite angry by the fun that was taken from me.

Chapter 4

As I looked for the idiot who took my fun away from me, my eyes fell upon an older man who was leaving the mall. I decided that it was time for one more. I quickly grabbed the pen, and reduced the man to Jim's size. He was going to pay for this. As I watched him scurry around, I went onto the grass and wiped Jim's body off the bottom of my boot.

Before anyone else could come out of the Mall, I picked this older guy up and walked back in. Sara quickly followed. In the girl's bathroom, I gave him to Sara and told her to 'keep him warm.' She understood, and pulled off one of her leather pumps and dropped him in. After giving him a quick smile and wave, she put her shoe back on. Luckily for him, it wasn't the one that little Paul had died in.

'Make sure he stays alive,' I told Sara, as we went back out and started walking around the Mall. She had to walk slowly to make sure he wouldn't be squished.

After about 15 minutes, she whispered that he wasn't moving too much any more, so we went back into the bathroom. Since there was no one in there, she removed her shoe, and I picked it up. I could immediately detect the smell from the shoe, but I tilted it back and watched as the man came sliding from the toe section to the heel. His leg looked broken badly, and he was bleeding from his nose and mouth. I picked him up and gave Sara her shoe back.

'How are you feeling?' I asked him. I held him up to my ear to see what he had to say. He begged me to let him go, and that he wouldn't tell anyone. I couldn't help but smile.

'But we aren't finished with you, yet.' I responded. I then sat down on the counter and un-zipped my right boot and pulled it off. I could actually feel him shaking in my hand.

'If you want to live, you are going to have to do exactly what I say. So to begin, crawl into my boot.' I stated. I laid my boot down on its side, with the sole facing him. He crawled up to it and touched the soft black surface. I think he was just in awe of what was going on here.

'If you want to feel something soft,' I said, 'Try this.' I then picked him up and pushed him into the bottom of my foot. He started squirming, which felt really good, and I couldn't help but wipe him along the entire length of my upturned bare foot. I knew it smelled, but I couldn't begin to guess how bad it was from his perspective. When it looked like he had enough, I let him up for a breath of fresh air, but then shoved his face between my big and second toe. He started struggling with renewed vigor, which again made me happy. I kept him there until he settled down, then moved him to the opening of my boot. His face was covered with dirt and sweat from my toes, which brought a smile to both Sara and myself.

'You still have to crawl in, you know,' I told him. After breathing heavily from his first experience with my toes, he crawled over the threshold of my boot and into the darkness. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I picked up my boot and carefully put my foot back in it. I positioned him under my toes to make sure I wouldn't crush him. Plus, I know that was where the majority of sweat was building up.

For the next 15 minutes, Sara and I walked around the Mall, finally deciding to go back to my house. Without giving the guy in my boot a break, we walked the several blocks back home. By the time we got there, I couldn't feel any movement from my boot.

I sat down on my bed, and carefully peeled off my black leather boot. It had been a hot day out, so walking back may have been too much for him. The idea that someone suffocated in my boot was another little turn on. As soon as I got my bare foot out, I turned the boot over, but nothing fell out. Sara, who was sitting on the floor, started laughing.

'Turn your foot over,' she said. I turned my bare foot over and there was the little guy, stuck to the underside of my toes. Specifically, I crushed his legs with my big toe, and the blood must have adhered him to it. I carefully pried him off, and was surprised that he was still alive. I immediately wrapped his lower body in tape, to prevent him from bleeding to death too quickly. I gave him a couple of drops of water, and he actually seemed to be waking up a little. Now came the final part of the game.

'So, if you were going to be stepped on by a teenage girl, which one of us would you pick?' I asked him. He began to cry, and was saying something about letting him go.

'Come on,' I told him, 'would you rather be squashed like a bug beneath my sweaty foot or Sara's.' This produced a little giggle from Sara, but the little man just continued his pleading.

'Tell you what, we won't make you decide, you won't be squished by one of our bare feet,' I reassured him. This brought a quizzical look from Sara, and a hopeful one from our guest. Both looks began to disappear as I unzipped my other boot and reached over to pull of Sara's right shoe. I than picked the little guy up and trapped him between my bare foot and Sara's. His body was between the balls of our feet, and his head was sticking up by our toes. As expected, he immediately began to struggle. Sara had a huge smile as she knew that she got to participate in this one. We flexed our toes a few times, causing Sara's toes to push on the back of his head and force it between my toes.

'Let's count down from 10,' I told Sara. As we slowly counted down, the man struggled more and more feverishly. As we got to one, Sara flexed her toes and pushed his head between two of my toes. I then gave the zero count and we both pushed slowly. He let out a peep, than struggled a little more, before being flattened between our feet. We waited a few moments than pulled our feet apart. To my joy, his head was still stuck between my toes, but the lower half of his body was stuck to Sara's foot. We laughed for several minutes while Sara and I cleaned our feet with some tissues.

'This was the best Saturday ever!' Sara said. I had to agree.

(***** Mr. Bob Grieland, 42 - Pilot *****) I came out of the Mall on my way home, and saw a strange sight. Two very pretty teenage girls were outside the back exit, one of them lying down looking at the other's boot. I had guessed that maybe she stepped on something. The girl in the black boots turned around angrily, and pointed something at me. A bright flash followed, and I couldn't see anything. The ground shook as I turned and ran, hoping to get back into the Mall before anything more happened. However, I couldn't find the Mall door. As my sight came back, I saw a giant black leather boot stomp down in front of me. I couldn't stop in time and I ran into the soft pliable wall. I looked up in time to see the young blond reach down and pick me up. After walking for a little while, she opened her hand. I looked up to see the young brunette pick me up between her thumb and forefinger and begin lowering me to the floor. However, to my horror, I watched her remove a white leather pump from her bare foot. As she continued to lower me down, I could smell the foot odor coming from the shoe. She set me on the arch of the shoe, and I immediately began sliding down towards the toe of the shoe because of the sheer amount of sweat that was on the soft insole. As I was sliding down, I looked up to see the young girl wink at me and give a little wave. Just as I thought things couldn't get worse, the girl lifted up her bare foot and began putting it back into her shoe. I noticed every contour and light wrinkle of her cute giant bare foot as it pushed me lower into the shoe. Then the light was cut off as her toes were moving over me. The worst smell I ever encountered followed. This girl had to have worn these shoes for days to make it this bad. On top of the smell, it was incredibly hot and wet. I tried to yell something to her, but she took a step forward, and sweat from her foot was forced into my mouth. My entire face was pressed into the bottom of one of her toes. I felt my nose crush, and I think I might have lost a tooth. Here I was, trapped in a girl's shoe, beneath her foot like a bug. I thought that she would let me out right away, but instead, she began walking. What a bitch! To make sure I didn't slide under the ball of her foot, I had to reach up and hang onto her toe. However, it was too slimy to get a good hold of, and at one point my leg slipped beneath her rubbery big toe. In an instant, I my leg broke and shooting pain enveloped me. I screamed, but that only got more of this bitch's foot sweat down my throat. The lack of fresh air and heat, combined to the point where I almost passed out. Then, suddenly, light streamed in and I could breath again. The dark haired girl had removed her shoe, and my world was now moving towards the blond haired girl. She tilted the shoe so that I slid to the heel. Looking down, she silently picked me up and asked me how I was feeling. I yelled out that I hurt, and I begged her to let me go. All she said was that she wasn't finished with me yet. I then heard her unzip her boot. I knew it was the same black leather boot that I had run into not so long ago. I felt a shiver of fear go through my entire body. She then told me that if I wanted to live, I would have to do whatever she told me. I immediately agreed, and she set me on the counter where she was sitting. She then laid her boot on it's side, facing away from me. I crawled up to the sole of her boot and touched it. It was very soft black leather, and was so large that I just stood there in awe. The blond didn't seem to like this, because she picked me up and I found myself staring at the bottom of her sweaty bare foot. She pushed me into the soft ball of her foot, but then kept pushing. I couldn't breathe, and I almost passed out. She would let up slightly on the pressure so that I could get a breath, but then she would push right back down. It was like drowning in sweaty flesh. And while I thought the dark haired girl had bad smelling feet, the blond's was worse. However, at least it wasn't in an enclosed area. After she got down pushing me into her soft foot, she began moving me all over it. From the firm flesh of her heel to the soft wrinkled flesh of her arch, she moved me all the way to the really smelly area of her toes. I felt her giant finger placed on the back of my head as she force my head between her giant toes. Things couldn't get any worse than this as my face was pressed into an area of sweat, dirt, and grime. I couldn't breathe, and I almost wished they would just kill me and get it over with. How I could end up with my head between the toes of a sadistic 16 year old, I couldn't guess. Finally, she pulled me out and placed be in front of the opening of her boot. She told me I still had to go in, so I crawled into the dark cavern of this girl's leather boot. I only got part way in before she picked it up and I fell down to the insole, then down to the toe of the boot. The heat and humidity resumed, and I waited for the inevitable. Soon I could vaguely see the outline of her toes, as her foot blocked out all light. She positioned me beneath the arch of her toes, and there I was forced to hang on for my life. She immediately started walking around. After about twenty minutes, I was beginning to lose consciousness from lack of fresh air and the intense heat of this girl's foot. Being in a black leather boot beneath a girl's giant foot while the sun is shining and she's walking around is never a good idea. On top of that, the sole of this boot was soft, so I could feel every stone and rock she stepped on. To know I was so close to the outside world, yet so far was frustrating. Finally my hand slipped, and my legs slid under her big toe. Pain shot through me as I finally lost consciousness. I came to with the blond looking down at me. It appeared that my legs had been crushed into the underside of her big toe. This brought endless laughter from the other girl. The blond pealed my legs off and wrapped tape around them. I almost passed out again, but held on as she gave me some cool water. I had no idea of how much of their foot sweat I drank, but this was rather nice. Then the blond asked me which one of them I would pick to step on me. I went from thinking this ordeal was over to realizing that I would still have to beg to get out of this one. I couldn't hold back any more and began to cry. She then asked if I wanted to be crushed like a bug beneath her or the other girl's (Sara's) sweaty feet. I just kept pleading, hoping these young girls would realize that this was wrong. It looked like it was working when she said that I wouldn't be crushed beneath one of there feet. The feeling didn't last long as I watched her unzip her other black leather boot, revealing her glistening bare foot. She reached overhead and grabbed Sara's ankle, and removed her shoe as well. Then with their two soles barely touching, the blond picked me up and pushed me right between their soles. I could look through the blond's toes to see her smiling at me. What kind of child does this to an adult! Sara seemed to be having fun by flexing her toes, causing my head to be shoved between the toes in front of me. This was just not fair! Then the blond decides to start counting backwards from ten. I knew that my time was almost up. She's now counting down, and I yell that this isn't fair and that she needs to let me go. Unfortunately, Sara pushes my head forward at this time and I just got a mouthful of toe sweat from between the blond's toes. The counting is down to one, and Sara is holding my head between the giant toes of the blond. I can vaguely hear them both laughing, but I can't breathe, and am stunned that I am trapped like a bug. I hear someone count zero, and the pressure increases. I try to breathe in to scream, but the grime from the girl's toes is all I get. The soft sweaty sole behind engulfs me as I am pushed into the soft sole in front. My head is stuck between two toes. Then the softness becomes firm and my ribs start to brake. I can't breath... I can't move... I look up between the two pillars of the blond's toes only to see her smile a sadistic grin... pain... blackness... SQUISH. (***** End Mr. Bob Grieland *****)

Chapter 5

'I saw what you guys did, and I could tell mom,' Dawn, my little sister, said as she walked into the room. She is cute and blond like me, but only ten years old. In addition, she is always bothering me, but I can usually get rid of her by paying her off with my allowance.

'So how much money will it take this time, squirt?' I inquired.

'None, all I want is a little guy of my own to play with. The deal is, I get to pick who it is,' Dawn responded. The twinkle in her eye and the grin on her face indicated that we had no choice in this matter. So I agreed, but on the condition that I got to watch what she did with it. This suited her just fine.

Two weeks had passed, and Sara and I had decided not to shrink anyone for a little while until everything blew over. Police were trying to piece together all of the missing people reports, but were coming up dry. I even started dating a guy named Greg. He is so strong and handsome that I can't believe he wants to be with me. Even though he is a year older than I am, he still treats me like a princess.

However, all good things come to an end. One day Dawn came up to me after Greg had left and said she wanted him to be the one she got to shrink and play with. I tried to talk her out of it, but she just smiled and refused. She said she wanted it all to happen the next night. What could I do? The next night, I called up Greg and asked him to come over, but not to let anyone know. He must have figured we were going to have a really intimate night, because he agreed so fast.

I timed it so that my parents were out at a social party, then brought him up to my room. I looked at him sadly as he sat on my bed, and he asked what was wrong. Without saying a word, I brought out my 'pen' and zapped him. I watched him shrink in size from 6'1' to 2'. He just laid there, blinking until he could see again, then started freaking out. I gently picked him up, and walked to my sister's room.

Upon entering, Dawn was sitting on her bed reading. I then understood why she wanted everything to happen tonight. She must have seen how Sara and I made the man suffer by making our feet sweaty. Here she was, having just returned from ballet practice. She immediately got up and opened up her hand. I placed Greg in her little palm and watched as he gave me a dirty look and yelled something. He then looked at Dawn and started yelling at her too.

'I suggest you be nicer,' was all she said. She then put him on the floor and placed her little ballet shoe on top of him. I laid down on the floor so that I could see him and maybe offer some reassurance. I think it occurred to him at this point, that his life was at stake here. He began to cry a little and then to push up on the underside of Dawn's foot.

'I can barely feel him,' she said to me. Then her eyes widened as she got an idea. She removed her foot off him and picked him up. She then kicked off her right ballet slipper and then put her hand down her tights. I thought this was odd for someone her age, but then I realized what she was doing. She had let Greg go on the side of her right leg, and he was sliding down towards her foot. Dawn removed her hand from her tights, and began wiggling her leg to get him down to her foot. When he got close, she manipulated her tights so that he fell beneath her foot.

Dawn turned her foot over and placed him right on her heel. Even from where I was, I could smell her feet from the ballet workout she just had. I was sad to see Greg trapped against that same foot. After he was in place, she pulled hard on her tights to secure him in place. It also pushed him deep into the soft bottom of her foot. With a giggle, and a 'bye', Dawn picked up her ballet slipper and placed it back on her foot.

'Do you have to do that to him?' I asked. She just smiled and nodded as she gently walked to put on some music. Then, to my disappointment, she began to ballet dance. I figured it wouldn't be long before her foot would begin to sweat, and Greg began sliding towards her toes. I sat down on the floor and continued to watch. Every time she stepped on her right foot, I cringed.

'Don't worry, he's still wiggling,' she said with a smile. Then Dawn began twirling on her left foot while extending her right.

'Oh-Oh, I think he's sliding,' she giggled. Then she stopped dancing and slowly put her foot down on the floor. Again, she pulled up hard on her white little tights.

'He slid under the ball of my foot, is there anything you want to say to him?' she asked. I nodded, and she sat down on her bed and removed her right ballet shoe. I could see Greg covered in sweat, and now pushed tightly into my sister's soft tiny foot. I told him I was sorry, and that I wish there was something I could do. He just looked at me with tears in his eyes, gasping for breath. I then whispered 'good-bye' to him as my sister turned her foot over to look at him.

'Are you enjoying yourself?' she mockingly asked, 'Say good-bye to light my little bug, it's squishing time!' She then replaced her pink leather ballet slipper and placed her foot on the floor. Standing up, she stayed focused on her shoe as she slowly pressed down.

'At least he's wiggling, I thought he might just give up,' she said. She continued until her foot sank into the carpet of the floor.

'Well, that's the end of little bug Greg!' she giggled. Just for fun, she lifted up her left foot completely and stood on her toes with her right foot. Greg truly was gone, now. With a sigh, I left. Somewhere inside, however, I was impressed that my sister was so much like me.

(***** Greg Bernard, 17 - Junior/Senior *****) My new girlfriend called me to come over, and to keep it a secret. I figured tonight I was probably going to get lucky. I wasted no time in telling my parents that I was going to a movie, then walked quickly to Stephanie's house. As she opened the door, she looked as lovely as ever, but maybe a little sad. If figured I could cheer her up before the night was done. We walked up to her bedroom, and my excitement increased. When we got there, I sat down on the bed, and she walked over to her desk and picked something up. She turned and looked at me, and looked so sad. 'What's wrong, Steph,' I asked her, but she just looked at me. She then raised her hand, pointing what looked like a pen at me and suddenly, there was a blinding light. When my eyes finally cleared, I looked around and noticed everything was HUGE. Movement to my right showed that Stephanie was a giant. I started yelling to her what was going on, but she just gently and silently picked me up. It was a very strange experience to be held in the hand of a girl, even one that you love. It was very soft and warm. I heard someone talking, and it sounded like Steph's little sister, Dawn. Great, that last thing I need was for Dawn to see me like this. She'll be making fun of me for the rest of my life. Suddenly, Steph opened her hand and dumped me into Dawn's hand. I looked up at the girl who used to be around 4 feet tall, and now she was holding me in her soft little hand. I could not believe Steph would do this to me. I yelled up at her to change me back, but she didn't do anything. I then yelled at Dawn to put me down and have Steph change me back. These two girls couldn't just pass me around like some kind of toy, I was getting really pissed. It was then Dawn said for me to be nicer, then placed me on the floor. I looked left and right and saw two pink walls of leather on either side of me. Out of those giant ballet slippers rose the two white pillars of Dawn's legs. Those stretched all the way up to her pink leotard. I fell over trying to look up so far at this giant of a girl. I could see far away Dawn smiling down at me. In slow motion, she lifted her right foot and placed it on top of me. I looked at the dirty sole of her giant ballet slipper come down and pin me into the carpet. Until that point, I was completely motionless. Now, I knew I had to escape. However, no matter how hard I pushed and struggled, I was held firm. I looked over to my right to see Steph laying on the ground watching me struggle beneath her sister's foot. Why wasn't she doing anything? Why was she allowing her bratty little sister to humiliate me this way? I then vaguely heard Dawn say something about feeling me struggle, and suddenly the giant foot lifted away. Finally I could breathe again, but before I could move, she picked me up. I couldn't figure out what she was doing with me, until she opened up my hand and I began slowly sliding down a smooth surface. It took only a few moments to figure out I was now INSIDE Dawn's tights and sliding down her leg. Her leg was very soft, and the tights slowed my decent so that I wasn't hurt. She kept wiggling her leg so the momentum would continue to carry me downwards. Finally I came to a stop and looked out through the white mist that was Dawn's tights. I saw her giant hand reach down and pull at the part of her tights below me. This caused me to drop further until I reached the side of her foot. I could now begin to smell her foot as I was closer than I ever wanted to be. With a few more manipulations, I slipped below her bare foot and was hanging in her tights beneath her heel. I looked further down and could see the rest of her cute bare foot, ending in her toes. The fact that I thought she had cute little feet was quickly leaving me as they were now gigantic. Without warning, Dawn pulled on her tights and I was pressed upwards into the softness of her heel. It felt like I was being shoved into a large firm rubber raft. Her heel didn't smell that good, but I could still breathe reasonably well. It wasn't sweaty, like I thought it would be, but kind of dry and salty, like the sweat had dried. This was still the last place I wanted to be. I heard Dawn giggle as I felt a force on my back push me deep into the bottom of her foot. I was surrounded by the soft flesh of her heel, and couldn't breathe. Suddenly it let up, allowing a few breaths before I was pushed once again down. This happened a few more times while Dawn kept giggling and using me for her amusement. I was going to say something when I heard her say 'bye.' Then everything began to get dark. I looked over my shoulder in time to see the dirty inside of her leather ballet slipper come over me. Now things got really bad. She must have worn these shoes often and didn't mind that she sweat profusely in them. The smell was overwhelming. I felt her move around, than I heard music. I felt her foot lift in the air, than begin moving all over the place. Like a true ballerina, she stayed on her toes, but the different forces acting on me while she swung her leg around caused me to start moving down her foot. The plus side was that she had the softest foot I could imagine. The down side was that it was becoming wet and rubbery with perspiration. On top of that, I am sliding face up along this 10 year old's foot and becoming saturated with the sweat. I also began to turn and spin so that I didn't know which way was up. All I knew was that the confines of this shoe were beginning to stink even worse. At least Dawn's tights were loosening up. Then the music stopped and I felt pressure on my back as she put her foot down on the floor. Again, she must have pulled on her tights, as I was thrust deep into the softness of her sweaty foot. I figured I must have been near her toes, because my body was held tightly, but my head had a little extra room. I was probably under the ball of her foot with my head protruding under her toes. Then much to my relief, light filtered in and I saw the insole of the ballet slipper move away. This was replaced by Steph's face looking at me. I figured my ordeal was over and I could go home. Steph just stared at me and said she was sorry and wished there was something she could do. I then realized that this wasn't a game. My life was probably going to be ended shortly. I couldn't even tell her what a bitch she was, since I was gasping for breath. All I could do is stare at her with tears welling up in my eyes. She whispered something, then suddenly my world flipped as Dawn rolled her foot over and looked down at me through the thin veil of her tights. She asked if I was enjoying myself, then said that she was going to squish me like a bug. I looked up one last time to see her cute little face and sarcastic smile. This was replaced by the inside of her pink leather ballet slipper as she slid her foot back in. As the light faded, I could see the dirty toe prints on the inside where her foot had already ground the dirt and sweat into the insole. My world flipped again as she set her foot down on the ground. I felt her shift as she probably stood up. I could not believe this was happening. How is it a Senior in high school could be inside the shoe of a ten year old fourth grader! It wasn't fair! I'm even inside her tights, and about to be squashed like a bug! All for the enjoyment of a stupid little girl! Now the pressure begins to be exerted and my body is being pressed deeper into the bottom of her soft rubbery bare foot. I try to pull myself out, to fit under the arch of her toes, but it's no use. My breathing is shallow, but that's probably best, since my head is right under her sweaty toes. How can this be happening! The little brat is going to squish me! I try one last thing, to bite into the bottom of her foot, but it's just no use, I just end up getting the brat's foot sweat in my mouth. I am a bug... The pressure is increasing... I hear a slight giggle... pain... squish. (***** End Greg Bernard *****)

Final Chapter

For the next month, my little sister was incredibly nice to me. It was almost worth the price of Greg to get on such good terms with her. Sara and I decided to plan what we would do next, and were trying to come up with good ideas. As I was fiddling with the shrink pen, suddenly a little piece of it flipped open revealing a tiny readout. There were two little windows, one had the number '7' in it, and the other had '3'. I showed this to Sara, and after thinking about it, we guessed that we were running out of energy in this pen.

'Well, we've already shrunk seven people,' Sara said, 'I'm guessing we only get three more shots before it's out.' We looked all over the pen to see if there was a way to recharge it, but we couldn't figure out a way. We didn't want to try anything too drastic, until we used up the charges first. At least while looking, we finally found the switch to allow a person to be restored (at least we think that's what it's for). With only three charges left, we really had to think seriously about what we wanted to do.

'I wonder what it would be like to be miniaturized and see what it's like?' I asked out loud. Sara offered to shrink me, then restore me, as long as I gave her all the details. Apparently, she also wanted to know a little bit about what our victims went through. So, I handed the pen over to her and showed her what to push. Since I also wanted to see what it was like to be put inside my black, soft soled, leather boots, I decided to take them off before being shrunk. As I peeled them off my sweaty feet, I had trouble believing that in just a few moments, I would be inside one of them. I placed them on their sides, so that I could crawl in when I was smaller. I also grabbed a flashlight so that I could see within my boot. Then, I nodded to Sara that I was ready. All I saw was a bright light and felt a tingling sensation.

As soon as I was miniaturized, I was amazed at what everything was like. For the first time, I could see what our victims had seen. I looked up at Sara, and she had a huge grin on her face.

'So, what's it like?' she asked. I yelled up that it was incredible. I walked over to my black leather boots that I had taken off moments before. I could smell them from where I was, but I was determined to know what it was like for someone to be put into their dark confines.

As I slowly walked in, I was amazed at the softness of the sides of the boot. I had gotten halfway in when I was ready to leave from the smell. Everything was damp from the sweat of my ankles and feet. At this point, the boot suddenly tipped, and I slid down to the sole of the boot.

'I just wanted you to experience a little more,' Sara said from outside. I could see her staring down at me through the shaft of my boot. I turned on my flashlight and began walking towards the toe of the boot. The smell was really bad, and the floor was still very damp from my foot sweat. I made a quick survey, then decided it was time to leave. It was interesting to see where a tiny stain of blood was beneath the giant indentation of my big toe. I could also see all of the dirt and grime that had been crushed into the pattern of my bare foot. The idea that my foot was in here just a little while ago, was also a very strange realization.

When I got to the depression that was from my heel, I looked up and waved to Sara. She gently tipped the boot over and allowed me to come out. I yelled up to her that I was ready to be grown back up.

'Not so fast,' she said with a smile, 'you still haven't explored my shoe.' I thought she was kidding, but then she removed her bare foot from her white leather pump and placed it next to me. Her foot smelled worse than mine. I yelled up that I didn't want to do this!

'Come on, this will be your only chance to really experience what our victims did,' she pointed out. And, of course, she did have a good point. So I walked over to her pump and climbed up onto the toe of it. Then, holding my breath, I jumped in.

I immediately slipped and went face first into the soft insole. I had to breathe in a little, and was almost overcome by the smell. Sara really needed to clean her feet sometime. I walked up the short heel, and then down a little towards the toe section. I decided I really didn't need to go down there. The whole time, I was amazed at how soft the leather insole was.

I looked up to tell Sara I was ready to leave when I saw the bottom of her foot descending on me. I screamed briefly, than dove for the protection of the toe area. This, however, wasn't much protection. I laid down and watched as her glistening, wrinkled sole came down on top of me. Her toes passed over me, and I was positioned right under the ball of her foot. The light went out as she finished pushing her foot completely inside her shoe.

I was pinned helplessly between the moist leather softness of the insole and the sweaty smelly softness of my best friend's bare foot. This situation was completely horrible, and I was hoping that she wasn't going to do anything rash. Here I was inside the leather pump of a girl who is almost eight inches shorter than me. And she could crush me at any time!

I really began to get worried as the pressure increased and the air was getting very thin. I turned my flashlight on again, only to see the ridges that made up her footprint all around me. I was completely startled when she moved her foot and my arm became wedged between two of her sweaty toes. As I struggled to get it out, she moved her foot again and I felt my arm snap. She was going to pay for this. Finally, the air was so thin and I couldn't breathe beneath Sara's rubbery moist sole...

I awoke lying on my bed, restored to full size. My arm was still in incredible pain, and Sara was sitting on a chair next to me.

'Whew, I thought you might be a goner,' she said, 'I guess I got too carried away, but I wanted you to experience what our victims went through so you could tell me what it was like!'

'I washed you up and restored you,' she continued, 'but I think your arm is broken. We need to get to a doctor. The other bad news is that whether you grow or shrink, a charge is used up. The pen says we used 9 and only have 1 left.'

My arm was in a cast for the rest of the summer, and I decided to wait to use the last charge. I still hadn't forgotten what it was like to be shrunk and trapped in a shoe with Sara's giant sweaty bare foot on top of me. I wanted to use the last charge to get her back for the pain she caused me. I just had to figure out how, since I didn't want her going to the cops after all this (though who would believe her). The idea of shrinking her down was beginning to sound appealing since she continually asked me to describe what it was like to be so tiny and helpless. Two days before school was to start, I had had enough and decided to get rid of her. The idea I had was ingenious.

We decided to go back to where it all started, along a seldom used path in a park near my house. I wore my usual black leather boots while Sara wore her white leather pumps. I told Sara she had to bump into and 'tackle' a jogger so that we could shrink him. She said she was all ready.

We spotted an older jogger coming, and we both got ready. I aimed very carefully, and as the jogger came by, Sara ran out from behind a bush and bumped/tackled him. As her arms were clasped around his waist tightly, and both were falling, I fired. Much to my delight, both of them shrunk before my eyes. Looking down at the pen, it now registered 10 and 0. It was now useless. (I still kept it for the memories.)

I walked over to the two miniaturized people and stood over them like Godzilla. I was also delighted to see that one of Sara's shoes had fallen off her foot when she was tackling the guy. I figured this was a great way to transport them. I knew Sara was yelling something, but I just picked her up and put her in her shoe, along with the stunned jogger. I took off my windbreaker and wrapped it tightly around the shoe to make sure no one saw what I was carrying. It served another purpose by not allowing fresh air in there either. I than made my way back home. This was going to be fun.

When I got home, I unwrapped the shoe and set it down in front of me. The jogger still looked confused and was trying to ask me a question. Sara was also yelling out questions, but I ignored them both.

'Well, my little jogger, if you want to know a little of what happened, I suggest you look over at my friend's feet. You will notice that one of her shoes are missing. Guess where it is?' I offered. 'To help you out, I want you to remove her remaining shoe and hold it over your nose until I tell you otherwise.' I couldn't believe it, the jogger actually flipped me off. Without warning, I grabbed his tiny little hand and crushed it between my thumb and forefinger. He cried out in pain.

'I suggest both of you do exactly as I say,' I told them. Hesitantly, Sara offered the man her foot, and the man pulled her shoe off. Then, with a slight grimace, he lifted it to his face and held it tightly over his nose and mouth. Sara was a little embarrassed by this, but said nothing. I than picked Sara up.

'Well, Sara, since the second person that fell victim to us was crushed by you in your boot,' I told her, 'I figure the second to the last person should have a similar fate!' She began to wiggle in my hand as I unzipped my soft black boot. Without even listening to what she had to say, I peeled off my boot and dropped her in. I looked over at the jogger and told him that he better keep smelling that shoe, or something bad was definitely going to happen to him as well.

I didn't want Sara to get lonely, so I immediately began to pull my boot back on. I wiggled my foot around a little bit as I felt her crawling along the insole. As soon as I felt her roll over onto her back, I pulled a little tighter. I then let her slide under the ball of my foot before I pushed my foot in the rest of the way. I loved the way Sara squirmed beneath my sweaty, sensitive sole.

'Don't worry, Sara, I won't let you sufficate in there,' I told her, 'Not like you almost did to me under your sweaty little foot!' This caused her to squirm even more. I just sat there and enjoyed it all. Every little touch of her tiny hands. Even the feeling of her breath under my giant toes. It was all so intoxicating!

After five minutes, she began to squirm a lot less. I picked up the little jogger and told him to put down the little shoe. I then set him next to my boot and told him to ask if Sara had had enough. I tilted my foot side-ways so that the man could walk right up to the bottom of my boot. After a little while, he gave me the 'thumbs-up' sign and stepped back as I turned my boot back over.

This was it. I began to increase the pressure, and I even heard Sara scream. The little jogger looked like he was in shock. I felt the soft bottom of my foot engulf Sara's tiny body as she was pinned tightly inside my boot. She could no longer move, but that didn't keep me from feeling her breath against my toes. It was at this point that I was at a dilemma. Here was my so-called best friend pressed tightly into by bare foot inside my leather boot. Should I let her go? What would I do with her if I did? It didn't take long for me to decide. I pushed down a little bit harder and felt her mold with the bottom of my foot for just an instant before she squished like a worm. I felt warm liquid leak under my toes.

I wiggled my toes and mingled Sara's squashed body and fluids with the sweat from my foot. It was extremely satisfying. Looking down, the little jogger was just staring at my boot, watching me move my toes up and down. It was time for the final act.

(***** Sara Ashton, 16 - Sophomore/Junior *****) As I tackled the jogger, I grabbed hold with all my might. I knew I had to take him down fast, then get off of him. However, as we were flying through the air, I saw a bright flash and knew something had gone wrong. As my eyes were clearing, I felt the ground shake. My vision returned in time to see Steph's giant black soft-soled leather boots walking this way. It was mind-numbing. I yelled up to her to see what the mistake was, but she just smiled at me and picked me up. However, I then noticed where she was going to put me. It appeared that my right shoe had fallen off when I dove for the jogger, and here I was, being dropped in my own leather pump.

When I landed, it was still hot and humid in here. I never realized how much my foot smelled, even though I always hoped it was adding a little extra tension to our victims. Which now included the jogger that was deposited right beside me. Both of us slid to the toe section of my shoe before Steph wrapped the whole thing in her windbreaker. From here on in, it became almost unbearable. The jogger asked me what was going on, and I just played dumb. I was hoping he wouldn't notice that I was still wearing my left shoe, which looked a lot like the giant one we were in.

After a while, the shoe was unwrapped and set down. Looking out, I saw Steph smiling at us. Richard, the jogger, started to yell up questions, and I joined him to find out what Steph had in mind. Both of us became quiet as she told Richard to look over at my foot. She also said for Richard to take my shoe off my foot and smell it. To my surprise, he just flipped her off! Steph, however, didn't take this well. She reached in and grabbed his hand. Rich yelled out in pain as his had was completely crushed. She then told us to do whatever she said.

I lifted my left foot off the ground and extended it towards Richard. He grabbed hold of my shoe and pulled it off. This was a little embarrassing, since he now knew that it was a smaller version of where we were. He then held it up to his nose and began breathing in my foot smell. He might have even pieced together that if I hadn't been shrunk, he might be in this shoe with my foot pressing his guts out.

Then Steph picked me up and said something about how I crushed Rob in my boot so long ago. I heard a zipper sound and knew that I might be suffering the same fate as Rob did under my foot. I tried to get away, but all she did was tighten her grip. I suddenly noticed a strong odor as I looked down to see me being lowered into a deep, dark cavern. It was extremely humid and musty in Steph's boot, as I finally touched down on the insole. I didn't even make it five steps before I saw her toes coming down. I started crawling towards the toe section, since I figured that was my best bet for survival. However, Steph shook her foot and I lost all track of which way to go. I ended up face up beneath the ball of her foot, with my head beneath her toes. I couldn't really blame her, since this is where I placed her beneath my foot.

It was hard to believe that this is what our victims went through. I continued to struggle, but to no avail. The air was getting thinner as I was pinned tightly against the bottom of her large smelly bare foot. She suddenly turned her foot so that I was laying on my side. I could hear a faint voice from the thin leather sole of the boot. It sounded like Richard asking me if I had had enough. I then knew that Steph was just playing and that she would let me out. I yelled to Richard that I was ready to come out. The boot tipped back over, and I awaited the return of fresh air. However, that's not what I got.

The pressure is beginning to increase, and I scream. I feel Steph's sweaty foot completely engulf me, and there is nothing I can do. I am completely pinned, but then the pressure ceases to increase. Maybe she is going to let me out. After what seems like an eternity, the pressure begins to increase even more. I can't breathe... body hurts... Squish. (***** End Sara Ashton *****)

That left just one more little jogger to go. I thought about keeping him as a pet, but I didn't want to deal with what to feed him or bathroom problems. Besides, I liked the feeling of Sara squishing between my toes, so I figured my other foot would like the same.

I looked down at the little guy and he was just standing their staring at the wiggling toe of my leather boot. I reached down and unzipped my other boot, which caused him to look over and begin to panic.

'You know what you have to do,' I said as I pulled off my boot, 'Crawl in there and squish for me.' He didn't like that idea at all and took off running. I simply moved my boot covered foot past him and flicked him back towards me. He tried this a couple of times, but ended up right where he started.

'Listen, there is nothing you can do about it,' I explained, 'you're just gonna have to squish between my toes.' At which time, I wiggled my bare toes at him. He collapsed in a heap and started begging me to let him go. I just watched the crying with rising excitement.

'I could put you in there myself, but I would much rather have you go in just to please me,' I said to him. He responded by swearing at me. I reached down and pinched his shoulder between my fingers. He screamed as I crushed it into paste.

'I could do a lot more damage than that,' I let him know, 'now I suggest you crawl in there.' Slowly, with tears flowing, he stumbled into my boot. I figured I'd be nice and tip the boot back up and put it on. I could feel him wiggling beneath my heel, but I wiggled my foot until he was down by my toes. Then I zipped my boot back on tight and let the suffering begin.

'Well, worm, are you ready?' I said to my boot. 'It's squishin time.' He immediately began to squirm, but I pinned him directly beneath my foot, just like I did with Sara. Then I had an idea.

'I've changed my mind,' I told him, 'If you lick my toes, I'll let you go.' To my surprise, I could feel his little tongue begin to lick my sweaty toes. I even felt him go between my toes to lick some of the worst grime and sweat. This was almost too much.

'Keep going!' I yelled. He continued at an amazing pace, licking every area of the bottom of my foot that was in his reach. Then I couldn't take it any more.

'Just so you know, I lied!' I laughed. I then pressed slowly down and felt him press firmly into my soft sole. I think he might have been trying to bite me a little bit, but it didn't even come close to hurting. I concentrated on doing this as slowly as possible, since this was the last one. It was especially a joy that I got him to crawl into my boot by himself, and he also licked the smelly sweat from my bare foot. How pathetic is that.

'You are truly pathetic, worm!' I couldn't help but laugh, 'Do you realize that your last experience in this world is a 16 year old girl's sweaty bare foot inside a boot? And you actually were licking the sweat from between my toes! I hope you enjoyed your last meal!' I couldn't stop from laughing as I began to increase the pressure for the final time.

'Bye worm!' was the last thing he heard. I felt him quiver slightly, then pop all over my soft sole. I wiggled my toes as his blood and guts mingled with my foot sweat. This was too good.

(***** Richard Smith, 26 - Jogger *****) I was just jogging along a path when a girl jumped out from behind a bush and tackled me. I tried to regain my balance, but as I was dropping, a blinding light flashed and I couldn't see a thing. The ground shook as I regained my vision. Everything was HUGE! I looked first at the brunette that had tackled me, and she seemed as stunned as I was. Both her and the giant blond coming towards us were pretty young. However, I couldn't take my eyes off the giant black leather boots coming toward us. They looked like a type of moccasin with very soft soles. I was just hoping I wouldn't end up under them, no matter how soft they were.

When she got there, she stopped and just looked down at us. I yelled up to her to see what had happened and if she could help us. The brunette was yelling as well. The blond then bent down and picked up the brunette in one hand and a giant white leather pump in the other. Then, dropping the girl into the shoe, the blond reached down and grabbed me. Her hand was warm and soft, but it held me for only a moment before I was dropped into the shoe. It was very warm and humid in there, as if it had been worm recently. However, it was the smell that really stood out. I almost passed out from that alone. Especially when the giantess wrapped the shoe in a windbreaker. Then everything started getting real stuffy. I asked the brunette what was going on. She didn't know, but told me that her name was Sara and that she was 16. Before too long, the shoe was unwrapped and we were set down on the floor of a giant bedroom. However, the giantess still didn't take us out of the shoe.

Sara and I started to yell up questions, but both of us fell silent as the giantess spoke. She told me to look at Sara's feet. I noticed that she had one white leather pump on her foot, but the other one was bare. I figured she was getting at the fact that the giant shoe we were in belonged to Sara. She also told me to remove the shoe and smell it. This was ridiculous, so I flipped her off. I realized that was a mistake, as the giantess reached over and crushed my hand between her fingers. She then told us to do everything she said. I sat down on the insole of the giant shoe and looked over at Sara. She walked over and extended her leg to me. I removed her shoe and placed it over my nose and mouth. The smell was exactly like the giant shoe we were in. It was humiliating to have to breathe the air from a 16 year old, girl's shoe, especially when it smelled horrible. It was also strange to be inside a teenager's shoe. I looked down to the toe area and noticed all the dirt crushed into the insole in the shape of her bare foot. Wow, what an eye opener.

While I was doing that, I watched the blond pick Sara up and unzip her boot. The boot was pretty tight as the blond had to practically peel it off her sweaty foot. To my amazement, she dropped Sara in, and then pulled it back on. A final zip and Sara was locked into the boot. She also said something to Sara about Sara having crushed someone named Rob in her own boot. That made things even more strange. I might have actually been crushed in the very shoe I was in. I looked down into the dark toe area with renewed dread. It was hard to imagine being crushed by a young girl, particularly in her shoe, under her smelly bare foot.

I looked over and saw that the blond's feet were both on the floor. I was wondering if she would actually crush Sara, when she reached over, picked me up, and set me on the floor near her boot. She then told me to ask Sara if she had had enough. As the blond turned her boot to the side, I walked up to the giant black leather sole. I could see an outline of a person stretched into the boot. It must have been Sara. I yelled to her and asked her if she had had enough. She yelled back that she had. It appeared that everything was going to be fine, so I gave the thumbs-up sign to the giantess.

She then smiled and tipped her boot back over. I expected she would remove her boot, but instead, she seemed to be increasing the pressure. I could even hear Sara scream from inside the boot. I could only imagine the horror that she was going through in that stifling environment. All I could do was watch as the boot was pressed farther into the carpet. One last scream, and then silence. I figured Sara actually got crushed inside there. The toe of the giant black boot began to move up and down as Sara's remains were squished between the giantess's sweaty toes.

Then I heard something horrible from behind me, the blond was unzipping her other boot. She told me that I had to crawl in it to be squished, as she peeled the boot off her other sweaty foot and laid it on the ground next to me. I took off running, but a giant black leather wall came down in front and shoved me way back to the original spot. I tried this a few more times, but there was no place to go. I didn't want to die squished beneath some girl's foot.

Once again, she told me that there was nothing I could do about it and that I was going to squish between her toes. I looked over at her sweaty bare foot only to have her wiggling her giant toes at me. The thought of being crushed between those giant sweaty toes filled me with such despair that I just collapsed. I begged her not to do this. She only smiled back and said that she could put me in there herself, but it would please her more if I crawled in on my own. The nerve of this bitch. She was going to squish me like a worm, and she wanted me to walk in her boot under my own power just because it provided even more pleasure to her?! I started swearing at her and told her what a bitch she really was. This resulted in her crushing the shoulder of my bad arm and causing me almost to pass out from the pain.

Then she said she could hurt me even more, so I decided to crawl into her boot. It was just wrong that a young girl like this had such complete control over me. I walked in a few steps, and was just deciding that the smell was too much when the boot tipped and I fell to the 'floor'. I barely had time to notice how really bad it smelled in here when her bare foot passed overhead and pinned me beneath her heel. She then started wiggling her foot back and forth, and I was pushed further and further towards her toes. I finally ended up on my back beneath the soft ball of her bare foot. My head extended out beneath her toes. She then zipped her boot back up and all light disappeared. I had a feeling that I would never see anything again.

Everything was quiet, when I heard her ask if I was ready, because it was squishing time. I struggled for all I was worth, even though I knew it was futile. I made no headway as she applied some pressure and I was once again pinned beneath her beautiful sweaty foot. But then she made me a deal. She would let me go if I licked her toes. I figured this was my only chance, so I swallowed my pride and began licking everywhere I could. I even stuck my head between two of her giant toes and licked some sweat and dirt from there. It almost made me vomit, but licked for all I was worth. Then I heard her laughing at me.

The blond is now telling me how pathetic I am in that my last experience in this world would be with her bare foot. She is right. I had actually licked between this bitch's toes! I had only allowed her more pleasure from me. She sees me as nothing but a worm. Here I am a grown man, and I am humiliating myself for this teenager's pleasure. I can't believe I am going to die in a 16 year old's soft leather boot, beneath her sweaty, horrible smelling bare foot! I feel the pressure begin to increase. I know now she was going to squish me like a worm and there is nothing I can do about it. I am pressed deep into the soft rubbery sole of her foot as it molds around me. I think I hear her say 'bye worm' before all the air is forced out of me. Bones are breaking... feeling squished... SQUISH. (***** End Richard Smith *****)

That was way too much fun. There was now no one left to worry about. I also loved the squishy feeling between my toes in my boots, so I decided to go for a walk. By the time I got home, I knew I would just throw these boots away. I took them off in the shower, since both of my bare feet were now red with blood. After taking the shower, I threw out my boots and Sara's shoe.

It’s now one month into the new school year, and I really enjoy being a Junior. I placed the pen in my jewelry box, in case I ever figure out how to recharge it. The police finally stopped asking me questions about the disappearances, so life is pretty much back to normal. All I can think about is what a great summer I had. With all the possibilities in this world, I can’t wait to see what next summer brings! Bye for now...