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The story of Paul

And there she was. A gorgeous looking blonde in a simple black dress. She was about 1.7m tall and I was sure she worked out regularly. Her slim legs were in sheer black nylons and her feet were in a pair of patent high-heels, the kind without stiletto heels but the chunky ones. I watched her shoes from where I stood while I pretended to look at the row of hanging jackets.

Paul then walked to her, got down on my knees, gently took off her left shoe and began savoring the wonderful odor of the blonde’s nyloned toes.

Of course he didn’t actually do that but played that scene out in his mind only. Then Paul began to think how wonderful it would be if he was the insole of her shoe. Suddenly, the blonde turned around and she was actually staring at him. Very quickly, Paul picked up a sleeve of a blue jacket and looked closely at the material. The blonde watched him for about two seconds and then started walking to him. Paul wasn’t sure what was going to happen and he looked up at her face.

“I know what you are thinking.” the blonde said, a sly smile on her face.

“I’m sorry but I don’t underst…”

“Don’t be shy. I know you want to be inside my shoe.” the blonde interrupted Paul, the smile on her face turned into a wicked smile.

When Paul heard what she said, his heart jumped and began thumping quickly against his chest. It wasn’t impossible, he thought to himself.

“I beg your pardon. I don’t really understand what you’re saying.’ Paul said, this time faking some irritation.

“Its ok. Don’t be afraid. Anyway I need a new insole,” the blonde said.

Paul watched her reached into her handbag for something and when she took her hand out, she blew some dust into his face.

The next thing that happened was difficult to describe. Paul felt like he had just awaken from a long deep sleep, one that was filled with terrible images and nightmares. He had the sensation that he was lying down and he could sense a gigantic shadow in his sight. To Paul, it was like he was lying down on the ground in front of a tall building and the sun was blocked by it. After awhile, very slowly, Paul’s sense of sight got better. As he could see better what was before him, his heart jumped faster and faster until finally, he almost wanted to scream. The shadow that towered before Paul was the silhouette of the blonde! When Paul looked around, he was shocked that he had actually shrunk! The blonde was now a towering giantess and Paul could see that she was looking down at him.

When Paul tried to get up, he couldn’t. He was completely paralyzed! He was completely at the mercy of the giantess!

What happened next happened very quickly. The blonde reached down and picked up the limp tiny man. She could see the poor man screaming and shouting but all she could hear were tiny squeaks. The blonde slipped her left foot out of her high-heeled shoe and carefully placed the tiny man inside the shoe. The blonde positioned the tiny man faced up with his head in the toe of her shoe.

Lying inside the shoe, Paul was screaming and shouting. He was still in shock and the thought that he was soon about to be crushed inside a high-heeled shoe like a tiny bug made him piss involuntarily. With his head in the toe of the empty shoe, the unmistakable odor of nyloned feet overwhelmed him and he was fighting hard for some fresh air.

Very slowly, the blonde slipped her foot into the shoe and as her foot slipped deeper, she could feel her toes sliding up the body of the tiny man inside. When her foot was completely in the shoe, the tiny man’s head was just between her big toe and the second.

With the entire foot in the shoe, Paul was squashed almost flat but yet he was still in one piece. The weight on him was so tremendous that he was sure he would be dead now and yet, he was still alive! His face was trapped in the gap between the giantess’s big and second toe and all he could breathe was the incredibly strong odor of the giantess’s toes. Suddenly the pressure of the nyloned foot crushing Paul became even more intense as the blonde began walking. Again and again, Paul was pounded so severely that he was sure the next step that the blonde took would end his suffering. Sometimes the blonde’s big toe would move inside the shoe and as a result, his tiny head was crushed under the toe. After a while he could make sense of what happened. He believed that the blonde was some kind of witch or something and that the dust she blew into his face made him tiny and extremely durable.

For hours, the blonde walked around doing her shopping, enjoying the use of her new insole. She knew that her feet had perspired more since she shrunk the man and once in a while, just to torture the tiny man, the blonde would scrunched her toes on his face. She knew what her nylons could do to his face.

Paul was slowly losing his sanity. He had never in his entire life suffered so much pain. It was too much for him. He wanted to scream but who could hear. He was trapped in darkness and the awful odor of the giantess’s feet was getting more and more powerful.

At about the end of the day, the blonde took her human insole out of her shoe. By then the tiny man was already smelling like her nyloned feet. She could see the tiny man’s mouth moving but again she could not hear him because of his size. The blonde smiled at the tiny man once more and then said a spell. There was a small flash and in her hand was a tiny beetle on its back, its legs twitching crazily. The blonde then walked past four girls and dropped the bug at their feet.

Epilogue

“Hey! Look!” Pamela said and she pointed to the floor. Near the toe of her platform high-heeled sandal was a beetle. The beetle was on its back and it was waving its legs wildly in the air.

“Step on it!” Jane cried out.

“No, you do it!” Pamela replied in disgust as she stepped back.

“I’ll do it. I’ve never like them anyway.” Tricia said as she put her platform boot on the bug. Tricia didn’t crush the bug immediately. Instead she was pressing her foot down slowly and the girls could hear a soft crunch from beneath the thick sole of Tricia’s boot.

“You’re sick!” Pamela said and Tricia smiled at her.

“Let’s go now. We’re wasting our time here.” Molly suggested and walked away.

This time, Pamela pushed her boot down and crushed the beetle beneath. There was a loud crunch and when Pamela lifted her boot, she saw that the beetle wasn’t fully crushed. Its guts were all out though.

Minutes later a lady in patent high-heels with stiletto heels was standing near the half- crushed beetle. She was talking and laughing with her friend and wasn’t aware that she was had stepped on a beetle. This time it was final. The beetle was totally crushed under the tons and tons of weight. When the lady walked away, some of the remains of the beetle stuck to the bottom of her sole and was repeatedly crushed over and over again.

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