TRAPPED IN HEATHER'S ROOM
By Jake Van Meter, from an original plot by Jeff Vilencia
"Are we all really only one inch tall, Fred?" Jeffrey asked as he looked at
their surroundings.
Jeffrey, the newest pledge member of the nerdiest fraternity in Bucks College,
shook off the effects of the drastic shrinking his body had undergone.
Excitement mixed with fright flooded his whirling mind. Every man here was buck
naked because their clothes hadn't reduced with them.
"You better b-b-believe it, man. We are down there! It's been ex-xactly onehalf-hour
since we left the reduction f-f-field at the la-lab. I measured us at j-just
three feet tall when we were picking Heather's lock."
"Yeah, man, and no more than twelve inches at the staircase," Jack added. "I
wore out my arms boostin' up those stairs."
Fred and Jack, the fraternity's senior leaders, rounded up their strike force of
fifteen first-year pledges. As this year's initiation, Fred and Jack thought
this raid was ideal. The rest of Bucks College considered the Phe Phi Pho's
hopeless nerds. But after news of this sneak-in scare-raid of Bucks' bitchiest
ballbuster coed got around campus, people's opinions would change damn fast!
"Excellent, d-d-dudes, we made it!" Fred exclaimed.
Excitement worsened his chronic stutter. "The new reduction coil worked like ga-gangbusters."
"Yeah, man, Heather's gonna get the scare of her life when we run out from under
her own bed and freak her out," Jack said with a snarl.
"Fuckin' ice queen's a slob too, I see," he continued, peering at forgotten
socks and other discarded laundry scattered beneath her bed. Jack was not
successful with girls, a trait shared by most of the Phe Phi Pho members, and
his bitterness showed.
"Hey, how long before this effect wears off, Fred?" asked Jeffrey.
"We've g-got two hours of playtime, fellows, b-b-before we pop back to
full-size. S-she's gonna freak out when she sees m-men the size o' bugs
ch-chasin' her around her floor," Fred said, then grew serious. "Okay, listen up
men, s-she's gonna be comin' through that d-door any minute now, so get to your
places."
Jeffrey turned and jogged to the edge of the great mattress which stretched
overhead. This was terrific! He'd always dreamed of this fantasy. Jeffrey had a
crush on Heather ever since he saw her practicing karate with her chicana friend
Maria in the Bucks' College gym. But then, what male didn't? She was a natural
athlete, a phys-ed major who worked her magnificent 6'4" body tirelessly. Her
voluptuous 50EE breasts were the talk of every male on campus. So was her
ability to outrun the track team and bench press more than most on the football
team. Heather knew she was a long-legged goddess and lost no chance to
intimidate and humiliate any male she met. Jeffrey just couldn't get enough of
looking at her. He tried conversations with her at every pretext. He always
managed to sit right behind her in classes and daydreamed he was an insect
privileged to crawl close to her feet. There he'd enjoy her immensity from all
angles, safe from discovery because of his tiny size.
She always wore open-toe high-heels which elevated her further. Her feet were as
lovely as the rest of her, tanned and smooth with long beautiful toes and
perfectly-polished toenails. Sometimes in his fantasies, after some particularly
daring adventure up on her shoe sole, he might become trapped under one of her
toes and slowly, rapturously feel himself flatten as he looked up at her serene
face far above and fought for the air between her toes. The daydream was a slow,
erotic experience, cut short by the bell signalling end of class. But, until
now, Heather showed only contempt for Jeffrey's advances. "Get away from me, you
little dweeb," was her most encouraging reply so far.
x x x
Jeffrey had barely reached his position under the edge of the mattress when a
muffled series of thumps vibrated through the floor, louder with each shock.
Jeffrey felt the shaking through the soles of his bare feet. Suddenly alarmed,
he crouched down and peered out across the vast bedroom. The thumps came from
beyond Heather's bedroom door, up the staircase from her living room below.
"I think th-that's her, men!" Fred piped excitedly. When it seemed that the
impacts could not become more violent, they paused, just outside her 50-story
high bedroom door. Two hundred feet up the cabin-sized doorknob turned. The door
pushed open with a sucking rush of air. The cold breeze that played about Jeff's
ankles immediately became a gale that whipped his hair and chilled him to the
bone. But what he saw next froze him far more than the wind.
Heather stood in the doorway, dressed in jogging shorts and a red tank-top,
breathing deeply. Her stylish running shoes hit the carpet with floor-shuddering
impacts. Her long, muscular calves and tanned thighs soared up into the vault of
her bedroom like lithe striding towers. Above, the tank-top stretched almost to
bursting by her huge perfect bosom that swayed heavily within it. A long
honey-blond ponytail hung below her shoulders. One golden lock stuck to her
forehead by a bit of perspiration. Turning, she shouted down the staircase.
"I'll just be a minute, Maria. I'm going to get out of these sweats and take a
quick shower. Popcorn's in the microwave, and beer's in the fridge. I'll be
right down."
Heather turned and walked to her bed. Her running shoes, as big as yachts,
lifted high into the air and crashed onto the carpet heading straight for
Jeffrey. Her strides were slow-motion to his tiny speeded-up senses. Jeffrey had
daydreamed about this moment. But she was so big! The reality of her size
overwhelmed him. A tide of panic surged through him and he staggered quickly
backward under the bed, gasping, sure she had seen him. He knew he was too slow
to avoid her crushing step if she had. This was no daydream. Death, he now saw,
could be fast and final.
At the bedside she turned and sat heavily. Above Jeffrey's head the bedsprings
squealed with the sudden strain of her vast weight. The mattress bulged downward
alarmingly toward him. Before his eyes, Heather's hands appeared and began
untying her shoelaces. It was done in a moment, and her hands disappeared again.
Jeff's heart beat like a triphammer. But his fear mixed with a surge of lustful
excitement. Here was the moment he had waited for! Heather, this girl of his
obsessive fantasies, was now a mighty giantess sitting above him. Her
perspiration-soaked stockinged feet rested only inches away, filling the air
thickly with the humid aroma of her beautiful sweaty feet. How could she know
that more than a dozen little voyeurs watched as she slowly pushed one shoe off
at the heel, then the other. Heather reached down again and deftly removed first
one, then the other sock, throwing them in a heap beside her feet. She flexed
her long pretty toes as she sat, raised up on tiptoe and then down. She curled,
then straightened them out again, then raised her heels high in the air as she
rested her weight on the balls of her feet. Her plump wrinkled soles hovered
over Jeff enticingly. Her mighty arches were only yards away from him. He could
run out and kiss and lick them right now. Her slightest backward movement would,
however, squash his body into the carpet like an unnoticed gnat.
Humming to herself in busy solitude above, Heather removed her tank-top and bra.
She raised her feet to tiptoe, and Jeffrey saw the undersides of ten long plump
toes presented to him.
Now was his chance! He could stand to wait no longer. Even if he endangered
himself, he would smell and taste her voluptuous toes from a closeness more
intimate than he had ever dreamed possible. With a gasp of pleasure he reached
the end of her long second toe. The treads of her toeprints, each as wide as his
thumb, curved gracefully in long arcs before him, and their heat radiated
seductively to his chilly body. He touched her toe softly with his fingertips,
then reached his arms wide and hugged the mighty toetip gently.
Her athletic sweat was copious. It wet his body warmly wherever he touched her.
Its salty musk made his head reel with the intense smell. He licked gingerly,
then with greater abandon. Caution forgotten, he lay down on his back in the gap
between her big and second toes and, raising up his face, licked their musky
wetness. I don't care if she squashes me, he thought. This is just how I'd want
to die. Heather shifted her weight in small constant movements, twisting her
toes slightly as she busied herself. Above, he could see the undersides of her
enormous breasts bobbling in the sky with her movements. The thrill of danger
was foremost in Jeffrey's mind. But it only heightened his intense lust for her.
As Jeffrey continued licking and sucking between Heather's toes, he suddenly
felt them enclose him and lift him rapidly. Panic seized him. The pink smelly
walls of Heather's toes now clasped his bug-size body firmly. His stomach
lurched into his throat. He was turned and shaken from side to side by her idle
movements--caught between her toes like unnoticed lint. The next instant she
cast him spinning through the air. He somersaulted dizzily and plowed head-first
into her damp socks. By a miracle he had not been squeezed to death between her
toes or flattened beneath her pretty feet.
Jeffrey wobbled to his knees atop the high pile. Where were the other guys? But
Fred saw him first.
"Hey, Jeffrey, what're ya doin' up there? Run around in front of her and give
her a scare!" Fred shouted from his position about a hundred feet away.
"Yeah, man, let's go," Jack yelled. "We're sendin' team two around on this side.
One, two, three, go!" Immediately three men, Lester in the lead, ran out toward
the carpet in front of Heather's immense feet.
Shivering, now deprived of Heather's luxuriant body heat, Jeff huddled into the
midst of her still-warm socks. Jack and Fred were crazy! He'd just tangled with
Heather and knew what bugs they all really were. Let the other guys try to scare
her. He'd watch the outcome from right here.
Heather completed her tasks. She lifted her feet, twirled them provocatively at
the ankles. Before the three men could get in front of Heather, she stood up and
strolled slowly toward her bureau. Hopelessly outdistanced in a moment by her
hundred-fifty foot strides, they ran doggedly after her receding heels. The
floor shook under them from her tread as they ran.
Heather, already across the room, momentarily regarded her perfect body in the
full-length mirror. A slight motion down on the carpet caught her eye. She
peered closer. Damn! she mused, smiling. The little nerds did come, just like
Maria said. This is going to be fun!
With a thrill of fear the men saw her glance down at them. They began waving
their arms and jumping.
"Keep waving your arms, guys!" Lester prompted, a little out of breath from his
run. "We're gonna freak this big bitch out so bad she'll jump outta her skin!"
"Hey, Lester, we're waving but she's just staring at us. Jezuz, she's tall as a
mountain!" cautioned one of his two followers. "Now she's smiling, Lester."
"Goddamn, Lester, she's walkin' towards us," shouted the second fraternity man.
"This plan ain't workin' out. I'm gettin' outta here!" He turned tail and began
to streak back toward the bed. Heather's vast form loomed over them. Lester
craned his neck up and saw her look down on him, a wicked smile playing about
her beautiful lips.
"Well just look at all the lit-tle bit-ty bugs. Now, what is great big Heather
going to do to a bunch of creepy little peeping toms? Should she just step on
them?" her musings thundered down to their tiny ears.
Lester's jaw dropped. He stopped waving his arms and just stared up at her
towering mass. How had she known who they ? Sudden cold fear gripped his bowels.
She wouldn't really harm them?
Excitement was unmistakeable in her voice. "That's just what Heather's going to
do," she declared coldly.
The next instant all Lester and his companion could see was her huge pink
footsole darken their sky as it descended on them. Lester stumbled backward in
horror, and fell. Instinctively, he threw up one feeble arm as if to ward off
his fate. His slower-witted friend simply stared up in disbelief. They saw every
wrinkle and fold of her titanic footsole as it came down on them like a horrible
dream.
The ball of Heather's left foot slammed directly into Lester's pale body. His
corpse flattened instantly to a shapeless starburst of squirting guts that she
pushed down into the carpet. His friend, a few feet away, felt himself
intolerably crushed from the chest down. His head and neck extended into the
dark space beneath her toes. His head thumped around and around as she twisted
her foot brutally. He briefly saw the darkness spin before his body exploded in
unspeakable agony. His eyes swelled from their sockets. Guts and gore spewed
from his open mouth.
"Gotcha!" Heather crowed happily. Without further thought of the dead men, she
stood on their remains and raised her other foot over the last fleeing victim.
The sobbing little nerd ran for his life but he was amusingly slow. Her giant
foot swept through the air and easily overtook him. As if sensing his peril he
turned, looking back for a moment. His last frightful sight was of Heather's
looming big toe descending onto him. "No! Don't!" he wailed, unwilling to die so
easily.
But, for him also, it was too late. The pad of her enormous toe slammed into his
chest like a truck that drove him back-first into the carpet. In final
overwhelming pain he felt his body crush beneath her toe, as she drew it back,
into a tiny boneless ball that smeared a pulpy stain behind. Heather backed a
pace and observed her destruction. Three small corpses fouled her carpet. She
tilted her feet exposing the soles and there, too, their gore oozed red.
"Icky little bug-guts," she giggled. Then she cast her gaze about the floor.
"Any more of you little creeps down there? Heather's big feet are going to get
yoo-ou, too-oo!"
x x x
Lester was dead. His two companions were dead. Heather had squashed them without
hesitation, like bugs. Jeffrey cowered in panic atop her socks. Above, Heather
gave a last scrutiny. "Well, if there're no more of you, I guess I'll take my
shower now."
Jeffrey burrowed frantically into Heather's damp sock until at last he could go
no further. He found himself inside the space where her long sweaty toes had
been just minutes before. The smell was strong here, delicately cheesy, like an
athletic girl's healthy sweat. He found he could peer out between the giant
threads and see Heather, now bathing herself in her glass-walled shower. From
Jeffrey's tiny floor-view perspective, she towered up like a skyscraper into the
cavernous bath. Jeffrey's stomach knotted. How casually she had killed three
men!
He did some quick mental arithmetic. His six-foot body was now one inch tall.
Heather was seventy-six inches tall. That made her--by his scale--seventy-six
times six feet, or 456 feet tall. And, let's see, her giantess weight was
now--this was a tougher calculation, although he had often done similar
ones--about 373,000 times her normal one hundred ninety pounds, or--he gulped,
his face turning pale--over seventy million pounds. This lovely girl, so
gracefully bathing her big muscular body fully within his view, weighed a
fantastic thirty-five thousand tons!
"Jeffrey! W-where are you, man?" Fred shouted nearby.
"Maybe the crazy bitch got him too, Fred," Jeffrey heard Jack add hysterically.
"I'm here, in Heather's sock," Jeffrey shouted back. "I'm hiding here so she
won't see me."
"C-c'mon Jack, let's get in th-there with Jeffrey. This b-b-bitch Heather's
gonna s-see us too." Within moments the two frat leaders and six men following
their lead had joined Jeffrey in Heather's smelly sock. Five other men had
bolted in fright to unknown hiding places.
"Great thinkin', Jeffrey," Jack admitted. "That cunt's too big a pig to bother
with her socks. She'll never find us in here."
Heather opened her shower door and stepped out onto her bathmat. As the men
watched she towelled herself slowly, moving with practiced ease. She gently
lifted one perfect breast and towelled beneath, then set it back and lifted the
other. She passed the towel between her breasts and along her hard abdomen,
pausing to dab away the water in her tight navel. She shifted her weight to one
foot while she raised the other to tiptoe and matter-of-factly towelled it from
crotch to instep in motions fluid as a ballerina. Fnished, she transferred the
towel to the other leg, tending momentarily to her lovely muff with the same
casual care she gave the rest of her goddess body.
Heather turned, her bath completed. Before the men could think of their danger,
she approached the bed. Her beautiful feet, far above Jeffrey's eyes, rose into
the air slowly, like a graceful dance, and came down slowly. They crashed onto
the carpet, however, with a force that rattled the men's teeth and shook the
floor under them. Her slow, giantess-like pace brought her the quarter-mile from
the bathroom to her bed in three or four seconds.
As Jeffrey watched in dawning horror, she stood over them. Her eyes peered
straight at her socks.
"About time I picked this place up a little," she said aloud. She reached down.
Her hand suddenly grew huge in the sky as it lowered toward them.
"Jeezus, we gotta get out of this sock!" cried Jack. The men thrashed around
trying to locate the way out of the suddenly imprisoning sock-tunnel. Their
scramble was so panic-stricken that they didn't hear Heather's sudden intake of
breath. But before they could scramble halfway out of her sock they felt it lift
from the top, and they tumbled free-fall back to the toe. Sock and all, they
were rising like a rocket into the air. Too late, he thought wildly. I hope
we're going into her hamper, and not the washing machine. Goddamn this sock, why
did I get into it? Now she'll kill us!
The sock suddenly stopped. The men kept ascending for a dozen feet more, then
crashed back in a bruising tangle into the toe. Jeffrey was dazed.
"My leg's broke!" wailed one of the younger frats.
"So's my arm," groaned another. The men felt themselves swinging like a
pendulum.
Opening one bruised eye, Jeffrey peered out through the dangling sock. Heather's
blue eyes were level with his, her mouth open in gleeful surprise. She jerked
the sock up and down a few more times. Again, the men tumbled helplessly in the
toe of her sock.
Jeffrey's abused stomach could take no more of this. "Heather!" he shouted at
the top of his lungs. "Heather! Please, let us out. Don't shake us any more,
please! Heaaa-therrr!"
Heather smiled wickedly. "Terrific," she whispered, "there're more of them!" She
tied a deft knot into the sock, then tossed it onto her bed. "Well, you aren't
getting out, that's for sure."
No mouse was ever caught as easily as eight men of the Phe Phi Pho Fraternity
had just been.
Wasting no time, Heather donned a black leather miniskirt. A lace-front black
bodice was next, barely containing her abundant bosom. She rolled black fishnet
hose onto her long, beautiful legs and stepped into black stiletto-heeled
sandals that buckled at the ankles. Reaching up, she loosened her golden hair
into a cascade below her shoulders. Within minutes she was back at the bed,
diabolically beautiful as Jeff had never seen her before.
Bending over the bed, she picked up the top of the sock between thumb and
forefinger. "I'm taking you downstairs. Whoever you twitchy little men are, I'm
going to let Maria share the fun of squashing you!" Her laughter rang evilly.
The men were stiff with panic. They had seen their friends murdered like insects
beneath this giantess's bare feet. And they had just heard their own deaths
pronounced. Their bodies collided helplessly in the sock as Heather, bouncing it
casually, stepped lightly down the stairs.
x x x
Maria sat on the sofa, her leather sandals discarded nearby. Her big latina left
heel was planted on the massive glass-topped coffee table. The other foot was on
the carpet below. One thick hand held a beer while the other groped in a bowl of
popcorn. On TV, American Gladiators absorbed her attention.
Heather strode over and dangled the sock before Maria's eyes. "Look, I've got
something here for you. If it bites, I'd rather it gets you than me!" She untied
the sock and dumped its contents onto the coffee table beside Maria's huge brown
foot. Small, white wormlike creatures rolled violently across the glass and
thumped into her thick heel.
"Huh? What're them things, bugs?" Maria, slow to startle, peered densely at the
dazed little forms lying helpless beside her enormous foot. "They're those frat
boys!" she slurred, her mouth full of popcorn. "Told ya they were comin. Gonna
squash' em."
She lifted her immense fat heel. It hovered over the white shapes, pausing to
take aim before she sent it crashing down onto their tiny prostrate forms.
x x x
Jeffrey came rolling out of Heather's sock at terrific speed and crashed into a
soft but unyielding wall. Momentarily knocked senseless, he awoke to feel a cold
glass surface beneath his throbbing back. He opened his eyes. He was on
Heather's coffee table. Straight above him, like a dusky blimp, hovered Maria's
immense latina heel. It was about to come crashing down on him.
"Oh shit, jump!" Jeffrey heard Jack scream. Maria's last words rang in his ears.
She was going to squash them!
Jeffrey twisted to his feet and raced for the edge of the table, moving with the
speed of desperation. Behind him, running footsteps told him the others were too
far behind to make it. How far down was the carpet? Could he survive if he
jumped? They'd squash him up here if he didn't try.
"Get them, Maria! They're getting away!" Heather shouted gaily.
Jeffrey leaped off the coffee table. He plummeted, gasping, down toward the base
of the sofa. The fall, only eighteen inches or so, was interminable to his
speeded-up senses, as if it really were the hundred feet his eyes perceived. But
the impact, when it came, was soft. Jeffrey sprawled awkwardly on the pile
carpet beside Maria's right foot, sprang up and sprinted behind her heel. Safe!
Unless the giantesses moved the big sofa, they'd never get him now.
Above him, six other fraternity men scurried back and forth helplessly on the
coffee table. One lay injured with a fractured leg. Maria's fat heel came down.
It landed directly onto the injured man's prone body full-force. Blood and
viscera exploded in a little star-shape across the glass. The impact also
crushed another's legs. His tiny body convulsed wildly in agony.
"Aaaagghhh, please no, don't hurt me any more," he screamed, trying to crawl.
"Pleeease, oh god don't hurt me."
Maria's huge brown heel lifted and descended on him again. His skull and chest
flattened with a satisfying little crunch. His squashed organs splattered
violently and mixed with the other man's mess.
"Shut that little plasta up," Maria declared gaily.
Under the couch, Jeffrey paced frantically behind Maria's titanic right foot. He
wept in the darkness. His naked body shivered with cold and panic. The girls
apparently hadn't seen him jump. Above him, visible through the inch-thick clear
glass, his doomed friends scurried about like frenzied cockroaches. Maria's left
heel, gore-splashed, still rested atop two corpses squashed to pieces by her
titan's weight. She wasn't curious enough about their fates to move it.
Jeff heard Maria's giant voice. "I toldya they were comin', Heather! I overheard
those little roosters talking about it in the campus quad yesterday. Let's make
'em tell us how they did this shrinking bit. I know lots of machos I'd like to
shrink down, man."
"Maria, that's a terrific idea!" Heather said. Turning to the surviving tiny
men, she raised one mighty sandled foot and slammed it down on the tabletop
inches from their bodies. The impact knocked them down where they stood. She
tapped her foot imperiously. "I can squash you all in a second, you pathetic
little worms. But first, you're going to show me how you shrunk yourselves. Do
you understand?" To emphasize her point, she reached down with her fingertip and
flicked one hapless little man toward her sandal. He flew through the air and
landed with a skid on his back. She raised her sandal and hovered it over his
dazed form, then slowly brought it down until she just felt it contact his soft
little chest. She saw his face turn red, and heard minute, dreadful groans of
pain burst from his compressing lungs.
"How about it, fellows? Who's going to come forward and tell me all about it?"
She leaned slightly more weight onto her victim. He rewarded her with a burst of
vomit from his gaping mouth. He couldn't breathe. His red face rapidly turned
purple. "Going, going," Heather taunted. "Don't know how much longer your
friend's going to last."
The little college nerd looked straight up from where he lay pinned beneath
Heather's toes. His chin just cleared her shoesole. Far above, her smiling face
gazed down on him between her big toe and her long second toe, framed through
the stretched net hose just above his face.
Fred arose, wringing his hands. "Stop!" he wailed.
"Gone," Heather breathed with cruel finality. Her pretty toes, so gigantic
before their tiny eyes, flexed a moment, then pressed their weight onto her
little victim. Immediately the man's imploring eyes and swollen tongue extruded
out of his face followed by jets of blood and internal organ. The now-familiar
crunch of a man's collapsing skeleton resounded ominously to the horrified
survivors. Heather had pushed his corpse flat against the glass. She slowly
lifted and lowered her long toes before their gaze, methodically pulping her
minute victim.
Slowly, she lifted up her shoe. The man's squashed torso stuck firmly to her
shoesole. His mashed legs swung limply in the shadow as she rocked her foot
idly. She glanced at Fred.
"Are you stepping over to join him, honey?" she said sweetly, pretending to
misunderstand Fred's futile effort to save his friend. Loosened by her swaying
foot, the nerd's flattened corpse peeled slowly off and landed with a sodden
thud into the bloody pool below.
Fred fainted. Jack, staring at the dead man, huddled near. The three other men
screamed and began to run in mindless panic about the tabletop. Maria stood up
and stepped onto the heavy glass, which groaned but held. The running men
toppled again. Immense brown feet walled them in.
"Stay put, you little insectos," Maria snarled.
They cowered back around Fred and quivered in fright as they gaped at her fat
toes and thick ankles towering above them.
"Man, I wanna squash 'em really bad, Heather," she pleaded, appealing to her
chuckling friend. To demonstrate she lifted one thick foot and moved it over the
tiny group. The terrified fraternity men cringed down in her shadow. They could
smell her damp toes as she wiggled them above their heads.
"Tell you what, Maria," Heather said coolly. "I'll take these for me, and you
can have the others, okay?" She selected Fred and Jack with a hooked finger and
dragged their bodies across the glass.
"Thanks, Heather!" Maria said gratefully. "Hey, look at this. I'm gonna do foot
exercises!" She carefully lowered her immense toes onto the three screaming men.
Curling them, she captured one by his head and shoulders. He rose, kicking,
thirty feet into the air as she pivoted her foot up from her planted heel. She
swung the man back and forth. A horrifying gurgle emerged from within her
clenched toes as his legs flailed violently high in the air. Lowering her foot,
she tilted her sole and clasped the man's exposed legs with the equally smelly
toes of her other foot. "I'm playin' the accordion, Heather!" she declared. As
she mimicked the instrument her thick toes moved back and forth, in and out. The
man's enfolded carcass stretched and bent unnaturally. It crunched and squashed.
His gurgling ceased. Within moments, he fell apart. Ragged clumps of gory tissue
and loose bone fell to the glass. Crimson splattered down onto his petrified
companions.
Maria waved his tattered halves, almost buried within her clenched toes, about
like happy little flags. "These're better than the bugs we squashed when we was
kids," she said with a giggle, observing her ensanguinated feet. "Look how juicy
they are!"
Heather warmed to her friend's enthusiasm. She looked down at Fred and Jack.
"You two little creeps better come up with some fast answers about how you
shrank yourselves before I do to you what Maria's doing to her bunch." She
lowered her foot from the table and kneeled beside it, resting her forearms on
its surface. Her formidable bosom, about to burst its laced restraints, joggled
menacingly above their transfixed gazes.
"Godammit, Fred, tell her quick," Jack screamed, "or these maniac bitches will
kill us all."
Fred gulped silently like a beached fish, his eyes goggled with fright.
"La-lab's got a morph-, morph-, a field..." He mumbled into silence.
Jack finished for him. "A morphogenetic field modification coil," he shouted at
the top of his lungs. "It's at the biophysics lab. Jesus, you'd never understand
that thing. Even we don't know exactly how it works. You punch in a reduction
factor, get into it, and you get zapped. You start to shrink. It's simple. Works
only with living tissue. Takes fifteen minutes. Lasts two hours, then you revert
to normal size."
Heather appraised them for a moment. "Oh, I don't think so. Now that I know your
secret, you poor little geeks don't have two hours," she thundered down
menacingly. "It's play time. Oooh, you don't want to miss your chance to play
with big Heather, do you? Everybody loves Heather." She reached up and untied
the knotted lace at the top of her bodice. Immediately the garment parted. Her
huge firm breasts, now free of their confinement, plummeted onto the glass with
an awesome rumble within inches of the minuscule men.
"How d'you like these babies?" she inquired coyly. "Aren't they just the biggest
things you ever saw?" She slipped her hands under the mammoth breasts, lifted
them up, and set them down to either side of the little men.
"Here they come!" she warned. When she let them go, they settled together. Two
walls of warm mammary flesh, each twenty feet high, engulfed Fred and Jack.
Heather could feel the buried men struggling. She laughed at the tickling
sensation as she slowly stood up. She retied her bodice, with Fred and Jack
entombed within her mighty bosom.
Maria had, meanwhile, not been idle. She held up one hapless man, his head
pinched between her fat thumb and forefinger. "Heather, grab this guy's legs and
we'll pull 'im apart!"
Forgetting completely about her own tiny victims, Heather obliged, grabbing both
legs between her own thumb and finger. The man's pleading screams served only to
excite the women further. Each began to tug gently on his body. In her
excitement, Maria's big thumb squeezed his skull. The head crushed alarmingly to
a flattened ovoid. His eyes and tongue squirted out. Brain tissue followed,
extruded like toothpaste from his nose and eyesockets. Not noticing the death
she had already dealt, she gave his head a slow twist, turning it completely
around on its neck. Tortured cervical vertebrae separated from his skull with
grating crunches. His neck immediately stretched a foot, like rotten rope, as
Heather maintained her tug on his legs.
"Ready, Heather?" Maria asked, her eyes dancing with excitement. "One, two,
three, pull!" The girls laughed and yanked simultaneously.
Maria looked down at her fingers. "Hey, all I got was his head," she said. "You
got all the rest."
"Here," said Heather, "share with me." She dangled the stretched corpse by one
leg. Its ragged neck streamed red. Both thigh bones had pulled from their
sockets, as had both knee joints, making the body flop unnaturally. Maria
dropped the crushed head and grasped his free leg.
"Now, make a wish, Maria!" Heather exclaimed, and again the girls yanked the
mangled carcass. This time Maria got the biggest piece; Heather was left
pinching only a leg and thigh.
"I won, I won," Maria crowed, waving the corpse about by its remaining leg. It
also promptly detached. The legless torso smashed against a nearby wall with a
wet splat and fell to the carpet.
"Man, these little bastards must be made of shit. They fall apart too easy.
Well, who's next?" Maria continued brightly, dropping the leg at her feet.
One lone man crouched shivering in a sob of fear amid the puddles of pulp and
detached body parts that had been his fraternity brothers. He looked up
furtively at his gigantic feminine tormentors. So recently he had regarded them,
with typical male ego, as silly bitches who could be frightened by mouse-sized
men. Now he saw them as all-powerful titanesses. He knew they meant to include
his fragile life in their orgy of destruction--and their physical power over him
was beyond any defense.
"Your turn, cucaracha!" Maria murmered fiercely. "Crawl between my toes and
start licking. Make sure you clean 'em good too." She thumped her enormous left
foot down before him and spread her thick brown toes.
Trembling violently like a man who knew his death was imminent, he trudged
fatalistically toward the proferred toes. Surprisingly, she let him walk between
her big and second toes and begin licking their pungent walls without violence.
She merely observed from on high while he accomplished what he was bid. He ran
his little tongue full-length to as high as he could reach on tiptoe, licking in
the wrinkles and creases. He dutifully worked his way to the end of the canyon,
where the toes met, and diligently continued his careful consumption where the
sweaty deposits were especially cheesy.
Maria looked at Heather with a smile. "Now this is how I like my men. Should I
keep him around for a while to do this for me? His little tongue kinda tickles!"
"Forget it, girl," Heather reasoned. "He'd pop back full-size in an hour or so
if he lived. Besides, we've got a world full of little men like him we can
shrink, now that we know how they did it."
"Yep, you're right," Maria agreed, and clamped the man between her toes where he
stood licking. She squeezed, squashing him in a second. As she opened her toes
again, a dreadful groan escaped his lips. He collapsed, mortally crushed, into a
blood-drenched heap on the glass. She rolled his ruined body around beneath her
toes until he stopped crunching. When he was merely a little sphere of meat, she
placed the ball of her bare sole onto him and stepped down.
x x x
Jeffrey looked up through the glass, from his hiding place below, in abject
horror. Casually Maria concluded the tiny murder of her last humiliated victim.
He watched Maria's sole literally mash the man's balled-up body into fragments
against the glass within a crimson puddle of separating guts and splintering
bone. Nearby, the crushed and dismembered carcasses of four other men littered
Heather's glass tabletop. He had to return to Heather's bedroom, Jeffrey
reasoned crazily, and rejoin the five fraternity friends who hadn't been
captured. He just could not remain alone in this mad scene.
"Maria, would you be a dear and clean up this mess?" Heather asked sweetly,
indicating the coffee table. Jeffrey looked over at Heather's gigantic
spike-heeled feet standing on the carpet two hundred feet away at the end of the
coffee table. "Just grind them in the garbage disposal. I'm going upstairs and
change again. We're visiting that campus lab tonight to look for that coil thing
the little bastards were talking about."
Jeffrey's heart thudded. The girls were absorbed with excitement at what they
had done to their helpless male victims. Would they see him if he could somehow
hitch a ride upstairs on one of Heather's huge sandals? He ran beneath the couch
to a spot only twenty feet or so from her net-stockinged little toe. He had to
run now if he were to make it! Sprinting at a dead run, Jeffrey leaped atop
Heather's sandal-sole and grabbed a loose bit of net stocking near her right
little toe. The string was thick as anchor hawsers in his lilliputian grasp. Her
giant toes smelled delectably of perfume.
At that instant she raised her gigantic foot and turned to take a step toward
the stairs. Jeffrey accelerated into the air as though he had grabbed a
departing airliner. Pain shot through his shoulders. He fought to hang on. He
could feel his feet slipping on her sandal top as her foot neared the top of its
arc. Wind beat on his struggling face. He held on grimly. Heather's foot
descended from her sixty yard pace. Panic gripped Jeffrey's guts as he saw the
floor rise to meet her sandaled foot. The impact of her spike heel on the carpet
was arm-wrenching. Then the ball of her foot pivoted down thirty feet and
slammed into the carpet. Jeffrey's left hand slipped from its grasp and he spun
around, hanging only by his right hand. His back slammed against her toe. His
left arm slapped against hard leather--and hung on. Her sandal strap!
Heather's titanic right foot momentarily crushed the carpet with her full
weight. Beyond, her left foot described its own great arc up into the sky. He
could waste no time securing his hold. Slipping his left arm under the strap,
Jeffrey quickly wedged his legs between it and her little toe, just as a second
shuddering crash announced the completion of her other footstep. As her right
foot rose again, Jeffrey exulted. He was safe!
Heather's teeth-shattering footsteps across the carpet and up the staircase
proved, however, a nightmare whirl of pain and buffeting wind. Every crashing
impact of Heather's right foot flexed her little toe against the sandal-strap.
The intense pressure squeezed Jeffrey's legs almost to bursting. He lost count
of her steps. The monstrous staircase was a dizzying series of plateaus and
vertical cliffs that dropped away below his nauseated gaze. His rapidly ebbing
strength alarmed him. Could he survive this giantess's ride?
At last, Jeffrey saw Heather's bed approach. He had to get off her shoe now.
This was the footstep! He dragged his legs from under the strap and clung to the
net with faltering grip. Her heel crashed down. The jarring impact was too much
for his weakened hands. His grasp tore loose and, accelerated by her motion, he
crashed headlong into the carpet.
Heather's sandal-sole slammed down inches from his unconscious body. The carpet
compressed beneath her unthinkable weight. His slack form rolled down the angled
slope of the pressed-down nap. It hit her sole just as she lifted it again. Her
rising sandal kicked him up, like an unnoticed bit of trash, into a pinwheel arc
through the air. Jeffrey's abused body then crashed brutally into the padded rug
and rolled limply to a stop beneath her bed.
x x x
"Is he alive, Benny?" asked a voice from the darkness.
"He's breathing. His head's pretty messed up," answered Benny. "Those legs look
kinda smashed, too. I guess Heather's no easy ride."
Jeffrey felt strong hands grab his arms and drag him along the carpet. He opened
his eyes, wincing against the throb of pain in his head. "They killed
everybody," he croaked. "Everybody's dead. It was horrible. We're all that's
left."
"He's out of his head," Benny declared gravely. "Poor Jeffrey." He looked at his
friends. "I don't believe him, guys, Heather can't be that mean. I told you, she
just mistook Lester and his guys for bugs, that's all. I still say we've gotta
try to contact her and explain our situation. She'll get us outta this mess."
"Damn, d'you see that getup she's wearing?" said Al, a skinny young frat who'd
never made a secret of his infatuation for Heather. "Jeez, what a knockout she
is!" The others eagerly nodded assent.
Heather had moved to her closet and was choosing an outfit. As they watched, she
stooped and picked up a pair of shoes by their heel straps. She returned to the
bed and set the shoes down with a thump not fifty feet from the naively
lovestruck men. They were red leather sling-back high heels, with narrow straps
criss-crossing the instep.
"Those shoes are perfect for my plan," exclaimed Benny. "I'm gonna run out there
and jump onto one of them. You guys stand nearby. When we wave our arms and run
around, she can't miss seeing us. Let's go, guys!"
"No! Don't go out there!" Jeffrey wailed feebly through his pain. But the five
men had dashed from under the bed. As he watched in dismay, Benny was already
clambering with some difficulty up the sandal sole to the broad open platform
where Heather's beautiful foot would soon rest. Heather stood nearby, arranging
her new clothing on the bed. She turned and sat down. Above Jeffrey's head, the
bedsprings squealed and compressed beneath her vast tonnage. One net-stockinged
foot lifted up, out of his sight. When it descended, her perfect red toenails
again twinkled in the light, bare of sandal and stocking. She removed the other
sandal and stocking also, then stood up.
Four men of the Phe Phi Pho Fraternity danced about her feet, yelling and waving
their arms for her attention. Benny danced on her right shoe. But they were too
insignificant. Heather neither heard nor saw them, intent as she was in removing
her garments. She dropped the black leather skirt to the floor and stepped out
of it. The heavy garment slammed down onto two of the tiny men. They were lost
from sight beneath it.
"Oh jeez, no," whispered Jeffrey. He hitched himself by his elbows toward the
light, out to the edge of the bed. The other two men halted their wild dancing
and attempted vainly to lift the heavy leather garment towering above their
heads. Benny, continuing his mad jig, hadn't noticed the catastrophe.
Above, Heather unlaced her black bodice. Her gigantic erect breasts sprang out
of the garment, too firm and huge to be contained. Two tiny bodies dropped
unnoticed from her chest. They hit the carpet a hundred feet away and bounced
several feet into the air, limbs flailing limply. They crashed back to the nap.
Heather had forgotten Fred and Jack. Nor had the giantess even noticed the
smothered men fall.
Atop the shoe, Benny stopped his waving. He peered in confused alarm at the two
dead men lying in front of Heather's toes. Then his puzzled gaze returned to
Heather's lovely countenance almost five hundred feet above. Instantly, terror
swept across his face. He crouched down and his arms went up. His jaw dropped to
scream. But there was no time. The dark shadow swept low.
x x x
Heather hastily slipped her feet into her red sandals while she buttoned up her
red hot pants. She noticed but didn't investigate the soft lump in her right
sandal. She shifted weight to her right foot as she hooked the toe of her left
sandal under the leather skirt on the floor. The lump beneath her right foot
compressed with a tiny crunch, and disappeared. Her left sandal swept up the two
men buried in the folds of her skirt, wedging them both between the ball of her
bare foot and the sandal platform. She never felt their frightened squirmings.
She kicked the skirt across the floor toward the closet and set her left foot
down again. When she shifted her weight something soft beneath her left foot
also crunched to nothing. Again Heather paid no attention. She turned to the
bed, preoccupied with pulling on her white tanktop.
x x x
The ghastly carnage before Jeffrey unnerved him completely. Were they all such
insignificant vermin that the big girl couldn't even tell they were there? By
her hasty, casual-seeming movements, Jeffrey knew that Heather hadn't even seen
her most recent victims. Of course, he knew their fates would have been equally
horrible had she discovered them. Why hadn't the fools listened to his warning?
Heather, for so long his fantasy, again stood inches away. He stared from
beneath the bed at her lovely, long toes and smooth, soft feet, so perfect in
their beauty and so irresistible in their might. From his worm's view he saw her
latest male victims ooze from beneath her gore-splashed toes and trickle
unnoticed down the sides of her sandals. A movement out on the carpet caught
Jeffrey's attention. Struggling to his feet, one tiny limping man lifted a
groaning companion onto his back. He turned toward Jeffrey, stumbing erratically
under his burden. But his journey of over forty yards led him directly between
Heather's constantly shifting feet. With his legs ruined, there was nothing
Jeffrey could do to help them. Miraculously, as the seconds passed, the
struggling men neared Jeffrey's haven unscathed, although once Heather stepped
down within five feet of them. At last, Jeffrey rose to his knees and advanced
painfully into the light to assist the stumbling man with his burden.
x x x
Heather turned to leave her bedroom. One spike heel, tall as a three-story
building and twelve inches across at its tip, swung around and slid to a stop.
Thirty-five thousand tons of feminine weight crashed like a piledriver onto the
tiny men. Heather had impaled Jeffrey cleanly through the chest onto her spike
heel.
His last thoughts were clear as his body was pushed up the column by the two
corpses beneath. He saw, as darkness closed in, straight up the red shaft to
Heather's smooth pretty heel overhanging the sandal. Beneath him, the other men
were even more horribly mutilated. One was crushed through at the lower spine
and dangled precariously in two pieces. The other's head and upper chest had
been mashed to pulp by the skidding heel. Their unnoticed bodies, spindled like
grubs on Heather's spike, accompanied her and Maria as they left for their
evening's adventures.
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