TO BETRAY OR BE BETRAYED.

Tom, Heather and Britney were once an extremely close group, they did everything

together, always hung out and would always be there for each other through thick

and thin. They had that kind of perfect and pure friendship that only children

can have. Then it all changed. The simple reason: was puberty. When puberty

arrived so did all the cold, harsh realities of the real world and the perfect

friendship crumbled like it was nothing. Tom tried his best to stop this, but it

was in vein. One of the cold hard facts that he had come to realize was that he

was neither popular enough nor attractive enough to remain friends with Jenny

and Britney any longer. He had been friends with these people most of his life

and shared everything with them, but as the girls developed they became more and

more attractive and beautiful. As this happened, more and more people took

notice of them and befriended them. It started small at first, as everything

does, but Tom was soon shoved into the background, the girls became too busy

with other people to hang out with him and now, in their last year of school,

the best Tom could hope for was that they would not taunt him when they saw him.

It hurt Tom; it hurt him for many reasons.

Firstly was that he felt really betrayed at the whole situation, how they could

just dump him from their lives like this after going through so much. It also

hurt to see how everyone now idolized these girls because of their beauty, but

he had seen this beauty in them all along. It hurt that he could not be with

them and it also hurt that he had confided one of his biggest secrets to these

girls because he thought he could trust them, now they use this secret to

embarrass and humiliate him every chance they get. How could two people whom he

knew so well change so much? The truth was that they had changed, but they were

about to become a whole lot worse. This happens throughout human history when

people gain what is potentially the most dangerous thing known to man: Power.

It was a typical day for Tom. Indeed, incidents of this ilk always seem to

happen on a typical day, that's what makes these events so horrifyingly real. He

was walking to his first class, Biology, and as usual, everyone whom he passed

would stare and snicker. Some girls would stomp their foot on the floor and

laugh, teasing Tom. I am aware that you must be thinking this seems a very

strange way to tease somebody, but if you where aware of Tom's little secret,

which everyone in the school now are thanks to Heather and Britney, then it

would make perfect sense. However, given that you are reading this story, I'm

sure that you are probably fully aware of Tom's secret and perhaps, dare I say

it, share it with him. But I digress. Tom was on his way to class, passing one

of the girls' toilets when somebody suddenly pulled him into the toilet and

threw him to the floor. Dazed and confused he quickly got to his feet to see two

girls, one of whom was locking the door. It will come as no surprise to you to

learn that these two girls were none other than Heather and Britney.

“What are you doing?” he enquired. “I have to get to class.” The girls just

looked at him

“We know you do,” Heather eventually responded. “We're in the same class

remember? And don't worry, you'll be in class, you're just going with us.” The

girls giggled at this.

“Okay, we gotta do this quick.” Britney said.

“No problem.” Heather added, and then it happened. As Tom was trying to figure

out what the hell these girls were talking about Heather suddenly pulled out

what looked like a TV remote, pointed it at him and pressed a button. It all

happened extremely fast, yet Tom knew exactly what was going on, possibly due to

the fact he had imagined this moment in his head a million times over. Sure

enough, Tom stood under an inch tall staring at the two beautiful giantesses

before him, and to be honest, it was just as he had imagined it, all except for

one thing, the fear. The fear was something that just couldn't be imagined; its

power was overwhelming and took hold. Tom started to scream as the girls

approached one thundering footstep at a time, until they were right before his

tiny form. All he could do was to stare at their giant sexy feet, encased in

nylons and open toe sandals. Their toes wiggled menacingly for his benefit and

as they did Tom noticed an awful smell emitting from them, and while not totally

unpleasant, it was still a shock to his system. Heather then spoke in a god like

voice.

“HEY THERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. HOW'S THE VIEW?” She bellowed mockingly.

“YEAH, I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD LOVE THIS.” Britney added. Tom just

stood still, dumbfounded and shaking with fear.

“I KNOW YOUR WONDERING HOW WE DID THIS, BUT THERE'S NO POINT IN TELLING YOU. THE

FACT IS WERE GONNA TORTURE YOU UNTIL WE'RE BORED AND THEN….” Heather said and

looked at Britney with a smile. Britney finished what she was about to say.

“THEN WE'RE GONNA SQUISH YOU!” Britney said in a happy, care free tone. Tom

still couldn't comprehend what was happening, he just stood motionless as his

mind tried to reasonably explain what had happened.

“SO, NOW YOU KNOW ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW, IT'S TIME TO GET GOING.” Heather boomed.

“AND SINCE I WON THE COIN TOSS EARLIER, YOU GET TO COME WITH ME.” With that

Heather began to lower her hand towards Tom. All he could do was watch as the

impossibly large hand gradually came towards him and, before he knew it, he was

roughly pinched between her massive thumb and fore finger. As they pressed

against his fragile body and engulfed him, Tom felt all the air from his lungs

being involuntary pressed from his body. He was then whisked high up into the

air at a frightening speed and brought before Heathers beautiful face. Even at

this size, when Tom could make out all the imperfections in her skin, she still

looked amazing, and while he feared for his very life, Tom was still in awe of

her looks.

“OK BUGGY, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TAKE A RIDE. I'M SURE YOU'LL ENJOY IT.” Heather

said in an evil tone and began to lower Tom to the ground. As he turned his

head, he saw exactly where he was going to end up. She had removed her foot from

her sandal and tom saw its glistening surface coming closer and closer until

finally Heather dropped him onto its wet, smelly sole.

“NOW, I'M GONNA PUT MY PRETTY FOOT BACK IN THERE WITH YOU. IT MIGHT SMELL

BECAUSE I HAVEN'T WASHED MY FEET IN A FEW DAYS, BUT THEN YOU'LL PROBABLY LIKE

THAT WON'T YOU?” Heather giggled.

Tom then saw a sight that no human was ever meant to see, so terrifying he

thought his heart was about to give out. Heather lifted her giant nylon clad,

stinking foot over his body and began to lower it onto him. He could make out

every detail of this sexy yet terrifying sole that was rapidly descending, every

wrinkle, every fold, every piece of dirt. Then the foot made contact with his

body, it pressed down on him, smothering him with its stink, engulfing him and

molding around him. He heard the sound of muffled laughter from high above.

“HE FEELS SO SQUISHY UNDER THERE!” Heather laughed. “BUT IF HE STAYS IN THAT

SPOT THEN HE WILL GET SQUISHED PRETTY QUICK, WE DON'T WANT THAT JUST YET. I

BETTER MOVE HIM.” With that Heather, using her foot, repositioned Tom so he was

lying horizontally under the crevice of her sweaty toes.

“MUCH BETTER.” Heather proclaimed. She then began to wiggle her toes all over

Tom's tiny body, smearing him in their disgusting stink and sweat and squishing

him beneath them.

“READY OR NOT LITTLE BUG, HERE WE GO.” She proclaimed with a giggle and began

walking to class. For Tom it was like being on a roller coaster ride, he felt

the movement of Heathers giant foot as it swung towards its next step, then,

once it settled to the floor; he would feel the weight of her colossal toes

press onto his body, almost crushing him flat. Almost.

This process was repeated over and over until, after what seemed like an

eternity, the movement stopped and the pressure eased a little. Tom figured that

Heather had taken a seat in class, and he was right. For Heather, an otherwise

boring biology lesson was now one of the most exciting moments of her life. The

feeling of having this tiny person suffering beneath her foot was so intense and

liberating; it was like nothing she had ever felt before and so she indulged in

it. Big time. She spent the time in class making life hell for Tom, grabbing him

between her toes, smothering him under her sole and squishing him almost to

breaking point. She would take great fun in squashing his tiny form, and the

fact that she knew her feet smelled pretty bad, made it all the more fun.

For Heather, the end of class came too quickly, for Tom, it had felt like three

lifetimes, but eventually Tom, Heather and Britney were all back in the toilets

where Tom's nightmare began. He felt great relief as the pressure left him and

Heathers foot excited the sandal. He then saw both of their giant smiling faces

come into view.

“HOW WAS THAT FOR YOU?” Heather mocked. “COS I GOTTA TELL YOU, IT WAS GREAT FOR

ME. YOU FELT WONDERFUL DOWN THERE.” The girls looked at his tiny body, which was

glistening with Heathers foot sweat.

“WELL,” Britney chipped in, “NO REST FOR THE WICKED. WE HAVE TO GET TO OUR NEXT

CLASS AND THIS TIME YOU'RE COMING WITH ME, AND BY THE WAY, I HAVE A SPECIAL

SURPRISE FOR YOU.” She said menacingly.

Within a couple of minutes Tom was on his way to English class, stuck under

Britney's foul smelling toes, however, unlike when he was with Heather, Britney

was wearing him inside her nylons. This added to the humiliation and the smell

as there was no way out, even if Britney removed her foot from the sandal, Tom

would just go with it. He was now also pressed against the moist flesh of her

foot and it felt disgusting. Another thing Tom realized is that he had a lot

less room when with Britney. Heather, Tom had noticed a long time ago, had very

large feet, and when he was under her he had a lot more room to move. Britney's

feet however were smaller and so the ride was considerably more painful this

time around and by the time she had sat down in class, Tom was pretty beaten up.

Another difference between the two was the way in which Britney played, or

rather, tortured Tom. Heather did lots of different things to him with her feet;

however Britney just did the same thing over and over. She would curl her pretty

toes round his body and begin squishing him. Some times she did it softly, but

more often than not it was very rough and painful. She would keeping him

squeezed like this for varying lengths of times and at one point, Tom almost

passed out from the pressure. Part of him wished he did. However, it should be

noted that another part of him, one hidden deep down inside, was enjoying the

whole experience and it was apparently this part of him that controlled the

penis.

As our hero suffered under the feet of Britney, she herself was having the time

of her life. Knowing that a person was at her mercy was practically orgasmic and

so she teased him continually. Heather on the other hand was missing Tom. It had

only been around half an hour since he was trapped under her foot, but she

wanted him there again, and soon. It didn't even have to be Tom under there;

anyone would do, as long as she could feel that power again. Then something

happened that gave Heather an idea.

Allow me, if you will, to introduce you to Eric. Eric was friends with Heather

and Britney and was considered by everyone to be with the ‘in crowd'. He wasn't

particularly good looking or athletic, he was more of a class clown. His angle

on being cool was to make people laugh so that he would be accepted. I could go

on to tell you that his personality was the result of a very unhappy home life

which involved a divorce between his parents, a drunken father and a slut of a

mother, but to be honest it isn't particularly relevant, or interesting, so I

shall skip that part. Anyway, Eric's behavior didn't make him the most popular

student with the teachers, especially the one teaching the current class, Miss.

Hall. It was fair to say that these two hated each other with a passion and

every chance Eric got he would tease torment and ridicule her and generally try

to belittle her and make her feel small. To all those fans of irony out there,

you may wanna check out the evil, if a little obvious chain of events that will

ensue.

Miss. Hall was getting on in life, her age of forty-five was starting to show

and the stress of teaching didn't exactly help matters. Still, she would be

considered an attractive woman, especially for her age, with a nice figure,

pretty face and long blond hair with light hints of grey here and there. She was

currently in the middle of yelling at Eric yet again, but she was getting

nowhere. Eric would simply come up with a sarcastic response, to which the whole

class would laugh at and instantly take away any power Miss. Hall had over her

pupils. Heather was watching the whole thing with interest. Normally she would

be laughing with the rest of the class, Eric was a funny guy and a good friend

to her, however this time was different, this Time Heather felt bad for Miss.

Hall and found Eric's behavior out of line. The more she thought about it, the

more she knew that Miss. Hall should get her own back and, surprise surprise,

Heather new just the way for that to happen.

“Okay Eric, you wanna play the class clown instead of learning then that's fine

with me.” Said Miss. Hall. “I want you to see me after class to arrange your

detention.” Eric made another quip that brought about another round of laughter.

Miss. Hall was now biting her lip to hold back the anger. She truly hated this

kid. Why did he act this way? Why did he constantly have to put her down and

make her look like a fool? Why couldn't she ever get her own back? Little did

she know.

After the bell rang for class all of the students departed for their next class,

except Eric who headed to his teachers desk to receive yet another detention. As

far as Eric and Miss. Hall were concerned, they were now the only people around,

however this was not the case. On the other side of the open classroom door, a

figure hid behind the wall, peeking at what was happening with great interest,

waiting for the right moment. Miss. Hall stood up and walked round to face Eric.

“I really don't understand what your problem is young man.” Miss. Hall said with

venom.

“My problem?” Eric replied cockily. “My problem is standing right in front of

me.”

“Why do you have to be like that?” The teacher snapped. “Sometimes I wish I

could…” but she trailed off.

“You could what?” Eric smugly said. He knew teachers were powerless nowadays and

could do no more than give him detention.

“Nothing.” Miss. Hall said with a sigh. She the turned round to get a detention

slip, but by doing so, totally missed a beam of light shoot from the doorway and

engulf Eric. It faded just as Miss. Hall turned around. She saw a look of shock

on Eric's face and then noticed he was dwindling in size. Fast. He kept getting

smaller until he was no more than a black spec on one of the white floor tiles

below. Both teacher and student now stood in a state of shock and disbelief.

Then, slowly, as each one realized just what had happened, they both reacted at

almost the exact same time, but in completely opposite ways. For Eric it was a

case of fear, panic and a deep sense of dread. He saw the impossibly large pumps

before him and new just how insignificant and fragile he was. But how? Why? What

would happen to him? He screamed deliriously until he had no more breath in his

body, then he screamed some more. Miss. Hall on the other hand became excited.

Very excited. A devious smile crept over her face, when she realized the

situation that presented itself to her. She didn't understand how or why this

happened but it was perfect. This little bastard would make her life hell no

longer. Infact it would be quite the opposite.

“WELL, WELL, WELL ERIC, LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE.” She boomed down with distain.

“IS THAT YOU OR A LITTLE BITTY BUG?” She then began tapping her foot near him in

a very successful attempt to put the fear of God into him. Eric could only stand

dumfounded, yet still screaming as the giant shoe began smashing into the floor

next to him causing a deafening thud.

“I HATE BUGS. THEY EXIST ONLY TO BE STEPPED ON.” She said with a giggle and this

time hovered her foot over his tiny form. “BUT DON'T WORRY. I'M NOT GOING TO

CRUSH YOU UNDER MY SHOE.” She said as she placed her foot onto the floor and

leaned down to get a real close look at him. Eric watched as her face became his

sky, complete with a spine tingling evil grin. “I'VE GOT SOMETHING MUCH MORE

FITTING PLANNED FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF DIRT.” What happened next caused Eric to

lose control of his bodily functions in a most embarrassing way. He watched as

she licked her finger and then moved it towards him. Eric fell to his back as

the gigantic, glistening pad pressed against him, nearly squashing him flat yet

sticking him so its surface. The next couple of seconds were a blur as Miss.

Hall moved her finger into a now empty pump and wiped it on the insole. It

didn't take our shrunken victim long to figure out where he was, what with the

God awful stench and all and he began to scream again. He was stuck fast to the

insole of the smelly well worn pump. Miss. Hall stood to full height and spoke.

“I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW HOME AS MUCH AS I ENJOY HAVING YOU IN THERE BUG. YOU

WON'T LAST LONG, BUT IT'LL BE FUN ALL THE SAME, FOR ME AT ANYWAY. NOW SAY HELLO

TO YOUR HOUSEMATE.” It never ceases to amaze me that when women are in this

position of power they feel the need to express some witty yet cruel innuendos.

I guess it must be something in their genes, but hell, at their size who's going

to complain, am I right?

With yet another evil smile Miss. Hall entered her nylon covered foot into the

pump and once it was snuggly in place she began wiggling her toes for good

measure. What was normally a mundane task that required no effort, putting on

her shoe this time made the sadistic teacher feel almost godlike. A tingle ran

up her spine that made her shudder with pleasure and she could not hold back her

smile. Eric on the other hand had almost suffered a heart attack. It was a

frightening enough sight to witness this unfathomably massive black nylon

covered foot become his own world, but the heat and stench that emitted from it

was almost enough to kill him itself. On top of that there was the point where

all light was cut off as her foot completely entered the shoe and all he could

do was lie and wait for it to squash the life from him. However he was surprised

to find that when the foot settled he was still alive. It was too dark for him

to know but he was actually under the crevice of her toes and as he was

practically microscopic, he had ample of room to survive. It seems that the

fates had smiled on him…or had they? I'm sure you know the answer to that. The

rest of Eric's life was, with no exaggeration, a living hell. He had constant

fear of being crushed by the giant foot of his captor, who, let it be known,

never acknowledged his existence again, and on top of that, as she wore these

shoes every day, he had to contend with the overpowering heat and smell that

went hand in hand with his habitat. Unbelievably, and much to Eric's credit, he

lasted for almost a four days in this hell, overcoming dangers as being crushed,

drowning in foot sweat, being trapped between the giant slimy toes that could

have so easily ended his life and spending an unpleasant evening stuck under her

toenail with the grime and muck that had built up. However, as well as he had

done, his unfortunate existence was ended when Miss. Hall was absent mindedly

tapping her foot whilst at her desk. Eric had been through this before but had

always managed to defy the odds and survive, but not this time. As he was thrown

through the air, smacking off her now bare foot, bouncing between her toes and

slamming against the wet insole of the pump her eventually ended up beneath her

giant sole. As it was so dark he had no clue about this until he felt the hot

rubbery sole press down on him. The pressure was intense, the smell was worse

and neither let up until Eric felt his body flatten to past. He tried as a last

act to let out a scream, however it was over too quickly and all that was left

was a tiny peck of blood that no one would ever see. However, I think I have

digressed. Back to Heather and that fateful day when this all started.

Heather quickly walked to her next class, smiling all the way at what she had

done to poor Eric. It was certainly enjoyable, but she was getting anxious to

have someone under her foot, suffering and making her feel like a God. She

looked at the remote, the same remote that had made all of this possible, and

the very thing that brought Heather her power. She then thought what would

happen if she were to lose this thing, it made her panic. After sampling the

delights that it brought loosing it was not an option. Heather new she could not

go back to a normal life. Not after this. She knew that there were only two

people that new about it, one of whom was in no position to put up a fight, but

Britney she could well be a problem. All the way to her next class Heather was

trying to reason with herself. Britney was her best friend, the two shared

everything, they were like sisters and yet, on the other hand, she was the only

one who could stop Heather and was therefore a liability. By the time Heather

had reached her class the power thirst had totally consumed her and her mind was

made up.

Now you may remember a young guy named Tom, he was the guy who this tale started

with, and you should also remember where we last saw him; trapped beneath

Britney's sexy but sweaty toes inside her nylons. Well, his situation hadn't

changed, he was still there being squished and tortured by the giant, naughty

toes that held him captive. After they had almost squashed the life from him he

would barley have time to breath in a mouthful of putrid air before the wet toes

engulfed his body again and began squeezing. All day Tom had been trying to

figure out why these two girls, who at one time not so long ago used to be his

closest friends, could do this to him. Not only that, but after they were

finished he was left with the promise of death! What had he done to deserve

this? How could these girls be so cruel? Why did it have to happen to him? All

of these questions swirled through his mind but he doubted that he would ever

find out the answer to any of them.

Far above him Britney sat pretending to listen to what the teacher was saying,

but really she was far to preoccupied with torturing little Tom. It was so much

fun putting him through this misery that she had to fight the urge to squash him

there and then, but she knew that would piss Heather off so she refrained. Just.

Besides, it was almost time for school to finish and she had been invited back

to Heathers place so they could play with Tom. Her parents were out so the house

would be empty. ‘Perfect' Britney thought to herself with a smile and began

squeezing her victim with renewed vigor.

About an hour of so later Tom found himself back at Heathers home, sitting in

Britney's giant palm looking at the two enormous grinning faces before him. It

had been a long walk home, and being stuck under Britney's increasingly sweaty

feet had caused Tom to be drenched in her foot sweat, and this was something the

girls delighted in teasing him about.

“I BET YOU'RE HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE AREN'T YOU BUGGY?” Britney mocked.

“SURE HE IS,” Heather responded, “THIS WAS ALWAYS YOUR FANTASY RIGHT TOM? YOU

SHOULD THANK US.” They both laughed at this. Then Heather began walking away

from Britney with a sinister smile on her face.

“You know Britney, I've been thinking,” she started. “We never decided on who

gets to keep and crush little Tom. I want you to have him.” Upon hearing this

Britney was visibly shocked and excited.

“Really?” She replied.

“Yeah, he's all yours.” Heather answered still wearing that mischievous smile.

Britney was delighted.

“Thanks Heather. I can't believe what a great friend you are. How can I ever

repay you, there must be something I can do.” Britney said; excitement evident

in her voice.

“Oh there is, you can shrink for me.” Heather replied in a cold manner before

aiming the remote square at her best friend.

“What? What do you mean? Come on Heather quit playing around with that thing.”

Britney said; her tone of excitement had quickly turned to that of panic.

“I'm not playing around. I'm gong to shrink you and you're going to be my little

slave until I'm tired of you and then…well, I think you know what will happen

then don't you?” Heather laughed. Britney was dumbfounded, gripped by fear and

unable to move.

“But…why?” Was all she could ask.

“Well, firstly, you're the only other person who knows about this little gadget

here. I can't risk losing this Britney, so that means taking care of everyone

that could take it from me.” Heather said. “But it's not just that. I love the

idea of shrinking and torturing you! I know you're my best friend and all but

that just makes it all the more exciting to me. I can't control these feelings

so I figure I might as well go with them.”

“Heather…please.” Britney pleaded.

“Sorry, I've made up my mind. But look on the bright side, you still get to keep

Tom, I wasn't lying about that. You get to keep Tom,” she smiled and held her

finger over the button, “and I get to keep you.” As she said this she pressed

down on the button and a ray of light shot from the remote engulfing both

Britney and the little captive in her palm. Within seconds she stood at around

an inch tall and Tom, who was still in her hand, was incomprehensibly tiny.

Britney looked around at her surroundings; everything was so surreal, so

enormous, things that were part of her everyday life such as tables and chairs

were now more like tower blocks and were ominous to behold. Her heart raced and

she began to shake, a deep feeling of dread rose from the pit of her stomach and

all she could think of doing was to scream; and scream she did, almost deafening

poor mike. The ground rumbled as Heather approached, slamming her feet down on

either side of her victims. She laughed out loud.

“SO WHATS IT LIKE BRITNEY? YOU MUST BE TERRIFIED.” Another laugh escaped from

Heather. Britney looked at the monstrous nylon feet either side of her, each

incased in sandals bigger than her. She watched as Heather wiggled her giant

toes and for the first time Britney noticed the smell of her sweaty feet. It was

a smell she would become very familiar with.

“OKAY MY TINY BUG LISTEN UP.” The giantess began, “I WANT YOU TO PUT TOM

SOMEWHERE SAFE IF YOU PLAN ON KEEPING HIM ALIVE BECAUSE ITS TIME FOR YOU TO GET

USED TO YOUR NEW LIFE.” When her tiny friend didn't respond Heather slammed her

right foot down right next to her. “NOW!” she yelled. This prompted Britney to

drop Tom inside her nylons as she didn't want to anger her giant ex-friend. Tom

fell and eventually found himself under the arch of Britney's foot. “GOOD.”

Heather boomed. “FROM NOW ON YOU BETTER DO WHAT I TELL YOU WHEN I TELL YOU OR

YOUR LIFESPAN WILL BE SERIOUSLY DECREASED.” Upon saying this she reached down

and roughly grabbed her little friend and brought her to her face. Britney

looked on in awe at the giant grinning face before her and knew her life was

going to be nothing but hell.

“I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW GOOD THIS FEELS. HOLDING YOUR TINY, INSIGNIFICANT BODY

BETWEEN MY FINGERS LIKE THIS.” As Heather spoke wave upon wave of her hot breath

washed over Britney making her gag. “TO BE ABLE TO CRUSH YOU AT ANY TIME, TO

TOTALLY CONTROL YOUR LIFE. I FEEL LIKE A GOD. UNFORTUNATLEY FOR YOU, I HAPPEN TO

BE A VERY EVIL GOD.” She laughed again and set the tiny person down on the

floor.

“TIME TO PLAY!” was all that the giantess said before slipping her feet from the

sandals and kicking them away. She then raised her right foot over Britney,

holding its position for a while, allowing her tiny captive to gaze in horror at

her vast menacing sole. With a smile Heather brought her foot down, pinning

Britney face up beneath it, not putting enough pressure on to kill her, but

enough none the less to make her extremely uncomfortable. She could feel

Britney's tiny body struggling and wriggling against her sensitive sole,

fighting for all she was worth. It felt good.

Britney, however, had a very different out look on the situation. For her it did

not feel good, it felt terrible. The incredible weight that was atop her made it

almost impossible to breath and whenever she did, all she got was a lung full of

rancid foot sweat. However, possibly the most disturbing thing to Britney was

that the person doing this to her was her best friend, a person Britney would

have trusted with her life, someone she had known since she was born, someone

she shared everything with and then, without warning or even sufficient

provocation, that friendship was shattered and Britney was now nothing more than

a plaything to Heather. How could someone she cared for turn on her like this?

How could she change so suddenly? Then Britney began thinking of Tom. Things had

really come full circle with this situation. Here was a guy Britney used to be

really close with and then, for no real reason, she too had turned on him and

reduced him to nothing more than a plaything. She could still feel him,

squirming beneath her foot, but in light of everything that had happened now,

she didn't feel the power and the rush anymore; just an overwhelming sense of

guilt. Another thought ran through her head, one that could easily be mistaken

for a Shakespearian quote; Karma could be a real bitch! Britney just lay their,

unable to do anything else but to take the pressure, heat and smell, she began

to cry.

Now we come to Tom; who let it be known has had a pretty bad day thus far, and

it just got worse; ten fold. It was bad enough before, being an inch tall and a

prisoner of two giant girls, but now he was microscopic and prisoner to a giant

girl and an enormously giant girl. Seeing the size of Britney when he sat in her

palm was a terrifying sight, but when she was reduced, seeing Heather's new size

was beyond his comprehension. For one, he couldn't see past her knees, she was

just too big and the other thing was that what he could see of her stretched on

for miles. ‘Surreal' wasn't the word for it. ‘Screwed up' may be closer to the

mark. And now he was once again under Britney's foot, who in turn was under

Heather's foot, and this, he thought, is what his life had been reduced to;

bottom of the pile in this warped three-way food chain. What a humiliating and

pathetic existence. The smell and heat where everywhere, practically burning

into him and it was worse than ever before, due to the fact that he was prisoner

of two sets of increasingly bigger and sweatier feet and there wasn't a damn

thing he could do about it. Tom was past crying at this stage, he just lay

motionless with a far away look in his eyes. Call it shock, call it grief or

even call it acceptance, which ever way you look at it Tom had given up. The

only silver lining for him was that Britney was no longer torturing him whilst

he was under her foot. He didn't know why or even care, he was just thankful for

this one small blessing.

Heather proceeded to torture Britney into the early hours of the morning. She

had rolled her under her giant foot, coming close to squashing her a few times,

put her inside her nylons, squeezed her between her smelly toes, worn her in

some old well worn boots and even sucked on her for a little while. Any demented

thought that popped into Heathers head was acted out, much to Britney's despair.

However it was late and Heather had school in the morning so she decided to get

some sleep. She deposited Britney, along with Tom, into the depths of her well

worn knee high boots; a fitting place for these bugs and, to add further insult,

she placed the nylons she had been wearing all day inside with them. That should

make their night extremely unpleasant Heather thought, grinning from ear to ear

before tucking herself up in bed feeling a huge wave of contentment wash over

her. Life was good.

About ten minutes later, when everything was quiet, Britney removed Tom from his

prison and held him to her face. The moonlight from the window had somehow made

its way into the boot and through the nylon mesh allowing the two to see each

other fairly comfortably.

“Tom.” Britney whispered. This surprised Tom to no end, it was the first time

she had referred to him by his name rather than ‘bug' or something of that ilk.

She continued. “I know this won't mean a lot now, but after everything that's

happened I really am sorry for doing this to you.”

Tom was dumbfounded. Was this a trick? He studied her gigantic, pretty face

intently in an attempt to read her and he noticed a tear rolling down her cheek.

‘My God,' he thought, ‘she is serious.'

“I don't know if you can forgive me,” she went on, “I understand you probably

can't, but I mean it. I really am sorry. And not just for today, for ignoring

you all these years after you were such a good friend. I'm sorry…” she then

broke down and began to sob. Tom just stood motionless in her palm; he didn't

know what to think. This girl had put him through a living hell and yet he

couldn't help but feel sorry for her and believe what she was telling the truth.

Besides, what did she have to gain from lying? On top of that it couldn't hurt

to have a friend right now so he ran his hand over her thumb in a reassuring

manner and smiled at her. Britney stopped sobbing at this gesture and returned a

smile. “Thanks.” She whispered.

The two then sat talking for a few hours, getting to know each other again and

trying to think of possible ways to escape. Both knew it was futile, but in the

face of death you take what small comforts you can get, and right now, this

renewed friendship was the only comfort they had. Soon they fell asleep, Britney

resting in the wet insole and Tom lay on her ample breast; which, all things

considered, was extremely cozy. As they slept they had no idea that Heather was

awake and had been listening as best she could from outside the boot. She was

unable to make out Tom's side of things but managed to pick up a lot of what

Britney had said. She let out a smile knowing that come sun rise, this pathetic

alliance, along with their pathetic lives would come to an end.

Morning came all too quickly for the two prisoners and they found themselves on

the floor between the bare feet of Heather. Tom was sat in Britney's palm as

they looked up at her in fear. Heather was dressed and ready for school early

because she knew she had some business to take care of before she left. The

remote was safely tucked away in her pocket as it would be needed during the day

to acquire more playthings. The look on Heathers face was, surprisingly a look

of sorrow, but on the inside she could hardly contain her excitement.

“BRITNEY,” She boomed “LOOK, I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I'VE DONE TO YOU, REALLY I AM. I

WAS THINKING ABOUT IT ALL LAST NIGHT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME OR WHY I

DID IT BUT I AM SORRY. I KNOW I CAN'T CHANGE YOU BACK BUT I CAN AT LEAST MAKE

YOUR LIFE AS PLEASURABLE AS POSSIBLE.” Both Britney and Andy where taken back by

this. Tom was suspicious to say the least; two apologies this close together was

too good to be true. Britney on the other hand saw it as a huge ray of hope, a

possibility of survival and believed Heather whole heartedly.

“THINK ABOUT IT.” Heather said. “I COULD SHRINK A WHOLE LOAD OF PEOPLE DOWN TO

TOMS HEIGHT, OR EVEN SMALLER, ALL FOR YOU TO OWN. THEY WOULD BE YOUR'S, YOU

WOULD HAVE THAT POWER AGAIN. AND I WILL LOOK AFTER YOU AND TAKE CARE OF YOU,

GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED UNTIL WE FIGURE OUT A WAY TO MAKE YOU NORMAL AGAIN.

THINK ABOUT IT.” Britney felt huge relief as Heather spoke these words but Tom

was setting himself up for the fall, he sensed it was a trick.

“ALL THAT I NEED FROM YOU IS FOR YOU TO TRUST ME. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO WORRY

ABOUT YOU TRYING TO ESCAPE AND GETTING ME INTO TROUBLE. THAT'S REASONABLE ISNT

IT?” She asked. Britney nodded enthusiastically.

“I'M GLAD YOU THINK SO. I REALLY WANT US TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN. SO WHAT I NEED

FROM YOU IS A GESTURE, SOMETHING THAT SAYS I CAN TRUST YOU.” Heather said.

“Anything!” Britney yelled in response.

“I'M SO PLEASED YOU SAID THAT. I WANT YOU TO STEP ON TOM!” Heather retorted

using every bit of restraint to hold back a smile. This was the catch that Tom

had been expecting, he felt sick to his stomach. Britney didn't know what to

think; she couldn't crush Tom now, could she? Heather noticed, and had foreseen

this hesitation.

“COME ON BRITNEY, WE WERE GONNA SQUISH HIM ANYWAY. THIS JUST PROVES THAT I CAN

TRUST YOU, AFTERALL, YOU CAN'T VERY WELL GET ME IN TROUBLE FOR THIS IF YOU'VE

KILLED SOMEONE YOURSELF CAN YOU? IF YOU DO THIS EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT, IF

NOT, WELL…” Heather trailed off and wiggled the toes from her unwashed feet

causing a wave of stink to wash over the two. “THERES NO OTHER OPTION THAN TO

SQUASH BOTH OF YOU MYSELF.” Heather finished.

Andy suddenly felt Britney's fingers close round him and grip him in a fist with

only his head protruding. She brought him to her face and studied him with her

giant beautiful eyes, she was obviously considering Heathers offer.

“No!” Tom screamed. “She's tricking you Britney, don't do this! What about

everything you said last night?!” Tom was crying now. Britney was silent for a

moment then spoke.

“SORRY TOM, BUT I WANT TO LIVE. YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY, I MIGHT AS WELL BE

THE ONE TO STEP ON YOU.” She said. Tom didn't have chance to argue as Britney

released her grip causing Tom to plummet to the floor. He landed on his back,

amazingly unhurt, looking up at the towering beauty who stood with her hands on

her hips looking down at him. The power Britney had felt earlier now returned

and Tom began to look less like a friend and more like a bug again. Maybe it was

because she was not going to die now that she began feeling this way again, but

it didn't matter why. She smiled and tilted her left foot onto its heel and

hovered her nylon covered sole over Tom.

“BYE BYE BUGGY.” She giggled. Tom screamed as the sole then descended on him,

pressing him into the floor, smothering him in its stink. The mesh from the

nylon cut into him, the sole of her foot molded around him, rendering him

paralyzed and the sweat filled his mouth. She pressed down a little further

causing his rib cage to crack and all the air to rush from his body and then

Britney held the position. She left him like this, under her foot, close to

death, in agonizing pain and drowning on her foot sweat for about a minute,

relishing the orgasmic feeling of power and letting him suffer. Then she

finished the job, pressing down hard causing Tom to explode beneath her sexy

sole. As she twisted her foot back and forth a powerful feeling overcame her,

bringing her to climax and her breathing became heavy as she let out a scream.

‘What a feeling!' Britney thought. She would have to do that again and do it

soon.

The booming sound of Heathers laughter snapped Britney out of her trance.

“I CANT BELIEVE YOU WERE STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FOR THAT.” Heather said coldly

and instantly Britney knew she had been double crossed. It made her feel sick

and she began to tremble.

“POOR LITTLE GULLABLE BUGGY.” The giantess mocked. “I CAN'T BELIVE YOU THOUGHT

THAT YOU WERE ANYTHING ELSE THAN A PIECE OF DIRT TO ME. AND TO THINK YOU

SQUASHED POOR LITTLE TOM ALL FOR NOTHING.” Tears streamed down Britney's face as

she knew what was coming. Heather continued. “YOU SURE DID LOOK LIKE YOU WERE

HAVING FUN WHEN YOU SQUASHED THAT LITTLE ANT. MAYBE I SHOULD TRY THAT. SQUASH

NICE FOR ME.” She laughed and flicked her tiny captive with her toes causing

Britney to fall to he back. She then looked down at her terrified form and let

out an evil laugh.

Heather lifted her enormous stinking foot above the tiny slave and lowered it on

top of her, pressing her down hard and cutting of her air supply but not

crushing her.

“YOU FEEL GREAT UNDER THERE. LET'S SEE HOW LONG CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH?” The

giant girl teased and held Britney in that position to soak under her sweaty

feet, unable to move or breath. Before long Britney began to fade in and out of

consciousness and become light headed, remaining coherent just long enough to

hear the words, “TIMES UP, I'M BORED WITH YOU NOW. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR PATHETIC

BODY CRUSH FOR ME.!” Extreme pressure bore down on Britney as Heather pushed her

foot to the floor and began to twist. Britney's painful existence was snuffed

out in an instant and the last thing she felt, other than the mind numbing pain

of course, was a deep sense of betrayal as her body was crushed flat.

Heather felt the same rush that her little friend had felt moments earlier when

crushing Tom; she ran her tongue over her lips savoring every last moment of

power. It was this power she needed to feel again and with the remote in her

possession, it would be readily available. Heather let out a sigh, she had just

crushed he best friend and never felt better. No one was exempt from her power

craving and she knew it, it was the only thing that mattered to her and it was

what she would now live for. One question remained; who would be next?

“Heather, your mother has finished making your breakfast. Get your butt down

here now!” Came a yell. It was a stepfather. Heather smiled to herself; he

always was a pain in the ass. She held the remote in her hand and stared at it.

“I'm coming.” She responded and headed downstairs.

You can probably guess what she this crazed, sadistic, power hungry girl did

next but I'm afraid that tale is for another time.

THE END.

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