CLEARSHOES:
SOME FUN WITH KATHY, THE GIANTESS (EX)WIFE
Scott Grildrig
01-Jan-1997
Kathy grinned with barely contained delight. Jim and Michael stood upon the
floor where she had unceremoniously dumped them and stared up in hopeless awe at
her.
"You can't imagine how long I've wanted to do this," she confided. "To be the
one in control, instead of having to cater to your vapid little whims." She
squatted to look at them more closely, and grinned as they fell down and held
their tiny hands up to try and ward her off. "So tiny and so very, very fragile,
just like my husband was," she said, and she grinned. "May he rest in pieces."
She stood up and looked down at the two tiny men. Next to her bare feet they
looked very vulnerable indeed, only a mere two inches tall apiece, one step
would be enough to execute the pair of them. But she didn't want them to get off
that easy, their little lives belonged to her now, and she wanted to savor her
power over them. But they didn't have to know that, and she reached out and
covered them with her long toes…
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I stumbled and fell. My mind numb with horror. Something in our coffee had led
Michael and me to this plight, and when we sought help it was Kathy who found us
tiny and naked and helpless; though in hindsight I should have guessed she was
waiting for us: that smile she had when she grabbed us was etched into my mind.
Now we were in her house, and I still couldn't get over the change. Everything
was so damn big: the room was more vast than an airplane hanger, the furniture
loomed overhead at impossible perspectives, it was awesome and frightening. But
the most terrifying thing of all was Kathy, the giantess, who had brought us to
this pass. Her bare feet, darkly tanned like the rest of her, were planted
solidly upon the hardwood floor. Her toenails were unpainted, but beautifully
manicured. Her long legs soared into the sky, meeting at her denim cutoffs, a
pair of faded blue short shorts that emphasized the curves of her ass. Her hands
rested confidently on her hips, with her fingers upon her flat belly. She wore a
frayed and tattered T-shirt, and from where I stood I had a clear vision of the
bottom of her huge breasts. As I stared at those incredible tits I realized that
she was looking back at me with those wide blue eyes. Her long red hair lent a
savage barbarity to her beauty, and I shivered with a terrible premonition that
flared into terror as she squatted down to speak to us.
"..just like my husband was…" was all I clearly heard over my racing heart, then
I watched as she stood back up, she was too huge, her every motion made me want
to gibber in fear.
Then suddenly the words hit home and I understood, a quick glance in Michael's
direction showed he knew it too. We weren't the first to be shrunk like this,
and she had killed her own husband. I took a step in Michael's direction: we had
to talk, to plan an escape; but at that moment Kathy's colossal toes bowled us
over and settled heavily upon us.
It didn't occur to me that she was being gentle. I was sure she meant to crush
us right then, right there, and I screamed with everything I had and tried to
burrow through the hardwood floor. I heard Michael's yells and curses. We were
pathetic, that point was brought home as Kathy curled her toes inward and
effortlessly rolled us about beneath her barefoot. The pummeling was without
mercy, I fought with everything I had, and might have had better luck rolling
over a locomotive. Two times she tapped her foot upon us, and my vision exploded
into stars, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Then, finally, she lifted
her foot off of us, and I curled up and stared at it in trembling horror as she
dragged it back across the floor and settled her weight onto it….
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"Both of you bastards trapped me back into the library vault more than once, and
thought it was fun," Kathy told the two little men. "Today it's my turn to
inflict some fear. But just so there's no misunderstanding later, let me make it
clear that you are both going to die today," she smirked at the frantic yelling
of the pair of two inch tall men. "Save your breath, I can guess what you're
thinking: don't kill us, we didn't mean it. Well, you're right, I'm not going to
kill you in revenge; terrifying you will suffice. No, I'm going to kill you
because it's just too fun for words." And with that she picked up a pair of high
heeled shoes off the couch; remarkable because they were as transparent as
glass.
"You like them?" she asked. "I was simply amazed when I found them. They are
just too perfect for what I want, and you guys get to try them with me. She sat
down on the couch and set the shoes on the hardwood floor before her, bracketing
the little men between them. "You may scream and pray to me if you want, but
please don't try to run. It will only make me angry," and she grinned at them,
and reaching to her left picked up a pair of black nylon knee high stockings. "I
want to try the shoes on with these, first," she explained. "If they look good I
might pick up some other colors later." Rolling up one of the stockings, she
inserted the toes of her left foot and deftly unrolled the stocking up past her
ankles to her knee. She held her leg out, admiring the way the nylon clung to
her, then she slipped her foot into the shoe. The two tiny men were paralyzed
with fear, mesmerized by the whole thing, and Kathy laughed to herself and
tipped her foot this way and that, giving them a good look at the shoe.
"Okay, that's one," she said. "Time for the other, but this time I want to spice
up the play," and she reached forward and caught Michael in her hand. Jim
started, but she paralyzed him with a glance. Reaching next to her she produced
a small tube of fast setting glue. Pulling the top off with her teeth she dotted
Michael's back with the stuff then pressed him down upon the floor, spread-eagle
and helpless. "I want him to watch what I have in store for you," she explained,
and she shifted her shoe so that Michael lay beneath its soaring arch. Then she
tossed the glue aside and effortlessly grabbed Jim in her hand…
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I watched as Kathy glued Michael to the floor, then shrieked and stumbled
backwards as she reached for me, but she was too fast, and she caught me easily.
Suddenly I soared into the air and I clung desperately to her thumb as the
sudden, wild acceleration overwhelmed me. She didn't waste any time, but held me
over the second stocking, and dropped me in. I screamed again and tried to
clutch the nylon with my fingers, but I failed and slammed into the stocking toe
far, far below. But instead of smashing at the bottom, the material stretched
and absorbed the shock, and I survived stunned but unharmed. Then she started
hitting me with her fingers, sending me flying back and forth. She admonished me
for the effort I was spending in screams, then dropped me and the stocking
almost to the floor. At first I thought she wanted to display me to Michael, who
was watching everything. But his wide eyes weren't on me, they were looking much
higher, and I spun around and looked up.
Kathy's bare toes were entering the stocking with me, and getting closer.
I shrieked again, and fought them, but she mocked my efforts and deftly caught
me between her big and second toe. The strength in those toes was incredible.
"One squeeze, one twitch on my part, and I could slice you in half," she told
me, along with other things, and I believed her. I was nothing next to her,
nothing at all. So when she commanded me to pray to her, I did. I prayed
fervently, with a passion. She tormented me, squeezing me until my bones bent
and I felt like I might burst. Then she let me go. At first all I felt was
relief, but as she finished inserting her foot into the stocking I realized that
I was now underneath her vast sole, all thoughts of calm left me.
The material bound me fast, and she tipped her foot and me with it, and
disdained my efforts to squirm around. "Touch my sole, Jim," she commanded me.
How could I not? My whole naked body was pressed up against that warm wall of
soft, wrinkly flesh. I began crying. I was going to die. She was going to step
on me. I missed her last words to me, but I screamed for pity as she lowered her
foot and slipped it and me into her right shoe. The high arch slipped past me at
first, but then pressed up hard as she finished inserting her foot. Below me I
saw Michael, still glued spread eagle upon the floor staring up at me in horror.
I wailed at him in terror, but he couldn't help me. Then the pressure eased off
my back, and for a moment I wondered if I was to be spared after all. But then
the whole shoe tipped forward, and I slid down deeper into the shoe, until I was
pinned beneath the ball of Kathy's foot. The shoe moved again, with a loud
grinding noise, and I found myself practically staring into Michael's face.
Then her foot began to settle down upon me. My legs were hopelessly trapped, and
I wailed and beat the hard sole beneath me with my fists. I screamed to God for
mercy, but Kathy didn't stop. My legs snapped, the pain was awful, and still she
stepped on me, the ball of her foot squeezing me from the bottom up like a
fucking roll of toothpaste. Soon I couldn't move, my head was twisted to the
side, and I felt Kathy's bare foot on one cheek and the hardness of her shoe
upon the other. I was a bug, and she was crushing me like one. My guts were on
fire from the pressure. I couldn't breath anymore. I felt my gorge rising and
vomited. I saw red. I saw stars. The pressure was impossible. Impossible. My
ribs snapped. My sides…my sides…oh god… *ker-RUNCH!!!*…
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Kathy dropped Jim into her stocking and playfully batted at him, making him
squeal in terror as he was flung wildly first one way then the other. "Oh, don't
spend yourself in screaming, little man," she mocked him. "You'll need your
voice for what I have planned." And with that she began to slip her bare foot
into the stocking. Jim was so cute the way he shrieked and cried for mercy. His
little hands beat wildly against her toes, and she wriggled them in his tiny
face. "Be careful, little one, you should have more respect for my foot. It's
bigger than you are." But Jim increased his efforts, hurling himself against
her, and with a laugh of delight she caught him between her first and second
toes. Kathy beamed with pleasure. His tiny squirming body felt so warm, and his
feeble struggles only emphasized the power she wielded over him.
"One squeeze, one twitch on my part, and I could slice you in half. Why look.,
the toe on the left is bigger round than your pathetic little body, and don't
even ask about the toe on the right," and she giggled. "Pray to me, Jim, beg me
to spare your life." And Jim pleaded desperately in a voice too faint for her to
hear.
"Jim," she began, gripping him more tightly. "You're spared," and she let him
go. "I don't want to crush you with my toes. I'll save that for another, maybe
Michael. No, Jim, I want to feel you burst beneath my foot," and she slipped her
foot the rest of the way into the stocking, trapping the two inch tall man
against her soft sole. His pitiful struggles were easily contained by the nylon
fabric stretched against him. Kathy tipped her foot up and admired her miniature
catch. "Touch my sole, Jim," she commanded. "Caress it, feel it's softness, so
large and warm against your puny body. Pray to my foot, Jim. Pray for it to
spare you. I can feel your every move. I can feel you breathing, Jim." Jim was
not only breathing, he was crying, and pulling and poking at the stocking
material. He looked so small and helpless, trapped there against the bottom of
her foot. She smiled sweetly at him. "Well, Jim, your prayers go unanswered. My
pleasure is more important than your useless little life, and now it's time for
me to experience your demise. Promise to crunch for me nicely," and she blew him
a kiss and stood up and pointed her toes towards her shoe.
Michael could be seen clearly through the arch of the shoe. He was going to have
a splendid view of Jim's last moments. She was sorry she couldn't shrink a
little camcorder for him to record the fun. Jim's wails of terror inspired her
to take her time, as she carefully inserted her stockinged foot into the
transparent shoe, being careful not to place any weight on the bottom of her
foot. When her foot was all the way in she was forced to press down a little,
and felt Jim as a solid little lump against the arch of her foot. Leaning
forward she was able to get him to slid down until he was hopelessly wedged
against the soft pad near to the ball of her foot. It was doubtful she could
safely retrieve him now, even if she wanted to. But Jim's end was close at hand.
Looking down she shifted her shoe back a bit, so that only a tiny distance
separated Michael from Jim. Michael now had an exquisite view looking straight
up, and Kathy decided to finish her play.
Slowly, ever so slowly she added her weight to her foot. Jim's body struggled
and squirmed with abandon, but was overwhelmed as he was pressed beneath her
bare foot. She bit at her lower lip and closed her eyes as she gave Jim more and
more of her lovely foot to deal with. The pressure increased, she felt his body
hardening, resisting her. There was no resistance that could stop her. She
pressed down and something warm and damp was suddenly there with Jim. Grinning
with delight she added more weight and felt his body burst and split open,
spilling his guts in a warm goo that oozed down to her toes. Jim's body crunched
in the most lovely fashion as her barefoot crushed his bones into jelly. His
puréed flesh squelched and spread obscenely, and Kathy shifted her hips over her
right foot with a disdainful smirk. Jim was nothing but a warm grease stain
against the bottom of her foot. She giggled as tentatively touched her breasts.
This was too much fun. Peering down she looked for Michael…
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I could only watch as Kathy dropped Jim into her stocking and played with him.
My limbs were still securely fastened, despite my best efforts, and the colossal
high heel shoe looming over me inspired me to try again and again. It was so
impossibly big, soaring into the sky above me, vast enough to trod upon a man as
though he were an insect. The transparency of the shoe was no comfort, because
if I turned my head to the left, I could discern faint ruddy stains here and
there on the sole. My guts knotted up as I understood how they had come to be
there, and I renewed my efforts. I didn't want to die this way.
So I was distracted at first, and missed when Kathy stood up, though I felt the
floor sink beneath her weight. When I saw her foot descending I cried out in
panic, then realized that she wasn't finishing me off, but was stepping into her
shoe. An eerie twilight descended as her foot cast its shadow upon me, but there
was more than enough light for me to see Jim with her stocking caught helplessly
against the sole of her bare foot. He was crying and writhing against the nylon
pinning him down, but to no avail, and soon Kathy had her foot within the clear
shoe. Jim was feeling the weight of Kathy's foot. I watch him squirm
pathetically. But then the cruel pressure lifted as Kathy tipped her foot
forward. For a moment a wild hope stirred within me, but then I watched as Jim
slipped further down into her shoe, until his body was soundly wedged against
the ball of her foot, and realized that no mercy was coming for either of us.
When the shoe moved I jerked and screamed. It was like having a bus roll over
next to you. But the shoe only slid back far enough to give me a terrible view
of Jim's plight, trapped right above me, with only the bottom of Kathy's shoe
between us. I could see him yelling and crying, he was silently praying "Oh god"
over and over again. But God wasn't listening.
At first I didn't realize that Kathy was stepping down on Jim, she was so slow
about it. But Jim knew what was happening, and I watched helplessly as he beat
madly at the bottom of the shoe with his fist. When his eyes widened it took me
a moment to realize that the weight of Kathy's barefoot had just snapped his
legs. The cruel pain kept him conscious as the ball of her gigantic foot settled
onto his ass and back. Soon his futile pounding ceased as Kathy's soft, wrinkled
foot covered his shoulders and his head and pinned his arms. His face was forced
sideways, and I watched his eye bulge. Jim's body seemed to spread sideways a
little as he received more of the giantess' weight. His faced writhed in
nameless agony as breath was denied him, and suddenly he was gushing out his
last meal. The foul spray turned red, and Jim's face, turned purple with agony
was twitching horribly, his eyes white and bulging. Then pressure was too much
for him, and I screamed as his body split along the sides, and his guts blurted
out and wormed around him as Kathy crushed him like a bug. My gorge heaved at
the dreadful site as Jim's body spread thin and liquefied. I watched his face
blur and then smear into an obscene jam as Kathy playfully wriggled her foot
within the shoe. Finally, mercifully, I fainted…
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Kathy grinned down at Michael. He seemed to have lapsed into unconsciousness
from the shock of watching his friend crushed juiceless under her foot.. She
felt every inch the giantess, standing so indifferently upon Jim's splattered
remains. She was powerful, indomitable, and the sense of absolute control was
delightfully arousing. She stretched and undulated, caressing her thighs, her
hips and her ass. She still had one little play toy to enjoy, and she gently
nuzzled Michael's teeny body with the toe of her shoe. For a moment she
considered just stepping on him, making him crunch noisily for her amusement.
But she had done that enough already. Putting her victims in her shoe was fun,
and she decided that would be Michael's fate. First, she had to cure him of his
faint though, so she skipped into the kitchen and returned with a cup of ice
water. She knelt down, sitting upon her feet, so that Michael's puny stretched
out body was framed between her tan thighs. He looked so completely helpless
that it gave her a shiver, and she tipped a quarter of the cup onto him. It
worked, he coughed and sputtered and came alive and she grinned down at him as
he blinked and focused and remembered his plight. He stared around in terror,
following her cliff-like thighs to their juncture where the inadequate strip of
denim strove to obscure her sex. Kathy looked down with him and grinned wider.
There was a dark spot on the fabric, and it was spreading. She reached down and
touched the dampness with her finger, then dabbed Michael's face with her scent.
"That's for you, love," she told him. "Crushing Jim was such a rush, I can't
wait to do it again; to feel your little body pop beneath me like a tiny bug,"
and she giggled. "But first, you have to come off that floor," and again she
left the room for a moment. When she returned she had removed her stockings (and
cleaned her right foot of Jim's guts), but was still shod within her transparent
high heels. In her hand was a bottle of nail polish remover and a cotton swab.
She looked down at Michael for a moment, then with a naughty grin raised her
right foot and stomped down hard, right next to him. He shrieked, and writhed
against his bonds. She could see how white his little face was, and she tried to
imagine the terror of a two story tall shoe slamming the ground beside you, like
a house falling out of the clear blue sky. She laid down upon the floor, her
hair cascading around her face as she collected some of the polish remover onto
the swab, and gently applied it around the tiny man. A moment later she was able
to free his nude body from the floor. He squirmed in her grip, but she sneered
at his weakness, and dropped him into the cup of icy water, cleaning the residue
from him. Then, rescuing him from the cup, she rose up and sat done on the
couch, then reached down and lifted her left shoe. A moment later Michael was
pounding and screaming at her from inside of the transparent shoe. Kathy grinned
wickedly at him and shook the shoe, bouncing him inside of it like a little
ball, then she set it down upon the floor, next to her bare foot. She cocked her
head so she could look down into the toe of the shoe, and then she placed her
left foot upon the shoe's instep and watched Michael's reaction. He staggered
and fell, one arm raised in horror at the sight of her lovely foot.
"Take a good look, Michael," she told him. "Look at my long toes and my soft
sole, you can hardly tell how often I go barefoot, it's so silky to the touch.
But look again, Michael, look how big my foot is. I can crush eight men at once,
if they're your size, " and she giggled, "more, if they're smaller," and she
stroked the shoe's instep with her toes. "Take a real good look, Michael,
because I'm going to crush you with this foot, with these toes, just like I did
to Jim," and she wriggled them. "Unless, of course, you can escape from my
shoe…" and she grinned down at him. Michael didn't hesitate, but began to scale
the steep slope towards the shoe's high heel, scratching and scrambling for all
he was worth. Twice he lost his grip and slide down helplessly back into the toe
of the shoe. But on the third attempt he seemed certain to reach the heel, and
maybe have a chance to climb down to the ground and make his escape.
Kathy dashed his hopes in an instant. "Bzzzz, time's up," she laughed, and she
lifted her foot and flicked him back into the shoe with her toes. "Make room for
me, Mike, I'm coming in to join you," and she slowly slipped her barefoot into
the shoe…
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I tumbled backwards into the shoe, but knowing my fate I shrugged it off and
sprinted forward. Too late: already her giantess toes were coming after me,
slowly pressing into the empty space, sliding inexorably towards me. It was like
watching a slow moving lava flow, so beautiful and so unimaginably deadly. I
fled in panic deep into the toe of her shoe, hoping against hope that there
might be a modicum of room wherein I might escape. I was fooling myself, and I
knew it, and I waited for her to finish me. But she was more cruel than that,
and she wriggled her toes at me, and began to tease me with my own impending
death. I went wild, I fought and kicked and screamed. I didn't care. I had to
get out. It was stupid and useless, and she ended my rebellion merely by pushing
her foot the rest of the way into the shoe.
Her foot slammed into me, and I gasped for breath and tried to scream as I was
jammed between her toes. Her strength was awful, I writhed helplessly in her
tight clutch, and tried to shove her big toe aside with my hands. That pointless
effort stopped when she began to tap her foot against the hardwood floor. The
noise was incredible, and every time she did it the jolt made my teeth snap
together, and her toes squeezed me until I saw sparks. Then I felt myself rise
up and tip forward, and I clutched at her toe, fearing a fall that could never
happen.
I was looking down at her from a terrible height. She smiled up at me and slowly
lifted her T-shirt, exposing her incredible tits. I watched in helpless awe as
she ignored me for a moment while she played with herself. When she finally did
look up at me again, it was to blow me a little kiss. I stared back at her for a
moment while fear overwhelmed me. This was it. I screamed at her, I threatened
her, and prayed to her. I pushed and kicked and tried to escape from her grip.
She watched me with amusement while she pinched her nipples. Then she licked her
lips, and I shrieked in agony. Her toes smashed me from both sides. My arms and
legs twitched violently as my body was ruthlessly crushed from my shoulders to
my hips. My bones crunched and my guts heaved into my throat, and I was
swallowed in a crunching darkness, filled with Kathy's cruel laughter… *Pop!!!*…
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Michael dashed forward, trying to escape past her toes before they completely
filled the opening, but to no avail, and he fell back in terror as her barefoot
entered the shoe with him. Kathy laughed with delight and terrorized the tiny
helpless man with her toes, pressing them in and wriggling them, then pulling
back. Michael beat at them with his fists, and kicked at them with his feet, he
even tried to bite her, but his pathetic attacks meant nothing, and she pressed
him back into the tip of the shoe until he was forced between her toes. Her foot
slipped completely into the shoe, and Michael should have become nothing but
paste, but Kathy was able to splay her toes just enough to spare him, though not
without effort. "I don't think I can do this for long," she chuckled, but
Michael , unappreciative of her efforts, was balling like a baby. She could feel
his heart racing between her toes, and that was a rush.
Bouncing her leg she cruelly tapped her shoe against the floor, violently
jolting him. Then she leaned back and lifted her leg into the air. Michael's
face was small and pale as he stared down at her through the transparent shoe.
Kathy smiled up at him and slowly lifted her T-shirt, exposing her heavy
breasts. She fondled them and caressed them, then took to lolling her fingertips
around her rock hard nipples. Looking up at Michael she blew him a little kiss
good-bye, and began to pinch her nipples, harder and harder.
Michael was shrieking something at her, his heart was racing madly now. Kathy
licked her lips and pinched her nipples till they hurt, then she finally
released her tired toes from their splay, and instead clenched them tight. The
sudden horrific pressure upon Michael's pathetic little body was too much, and
with a delightful pop! the tip of her shoe turned crimson as his tiny body
exploded between her clenching toes. Kathy purred with satisfaction and curled
her now slippery toes in the warm pulpy mess that had once been Michael.
This was more fun than a girl should have…
…End…