The Crystal Talisman
Volume II:
Jesse
by Dr. Music

 

Prologue: Meredith meets Jesse

Meredith sighed, and decided to get acquainted with her new house mates. Looking around, she could not believe how many people were in the...room? Naturally, she was curious as to how all the people got to be where they were. Where were they?

Meredith decided to choose the loneliest person she could see and go and chat with them. It didn't take her long to spot a young girl, perhaps no more than seventeen, sitting on the...well...the white stuff with her arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth. The girl had a vacant look on her face, and her eyes gazed off into nothing. She had short blond hair, about shoulder length, and glassy blue eyes, though Meredith half suspected the glassiness was due to that vacant look. As she approached and stood before the girl, the girl made no sign that she had noticed her. Meredith bent down and looked into the girl's eyes. This got her attention. The girl snapped her head up, almost fearfully, Meredith thought, and looked at Meredith with a side-long gaze, as if she were sizing her up.

"Hi," Meredith began with a sweet smile, "My name's Meredith, what's yours?"

The girl opened her mouth, closed it again, looked Meredith up and down, and then opened it again. "Jesse."

Meredith never broke her smile. "You look like a Jesse."

Jesse squinted her eyes at her. "How so?"

Meredith was taken aback for a moment, and sat with her mouth gaping for the right words.

"I-I don't know," she said uncomfortably. "I guess I just knew a Jesse in high school that had blond hair and blue eyes, that's all." She paused for a response, but found none. "She was a very sweet girl," Meredith said into the silence.

Jesse shook her head. "Well, I'm not all that sweet." She began rocking again, and Meredith feared that she may lose her to the vacancy again.

"Well, you look sweet enough to me," she tried.

Jesse stopped rocking, cocked her head again, and smiled.

The smile gave Meredith cause to pause again. It was almost, well, evil. Then, as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

"You don't know me," Jesse said, rocking again.

Meredith brightened a little. "Well, why don't I get to know you? Why don't we get to know each other." No response. Try again. "After all, it looks like we'll be here for some time. I don't think Sheila's planning on letting us go too soon."

Jesse stopped rocking, stretched out her legs (which were clad in blue jeans, the feet in white sneakers) and balanced back on her hands. She tossed her short hair then, and laughed whimsically.

"Sheila's never going to let us go," she said in a voice too cheerful to compliment the sentence it spoke.

Meredith felt a chill climb her spine. "Oh, I think she will. She and I are friends. She...."

"Ha!" Jesse interrupted sharply. "That's what she tells all of us. Oh yeah, she pretends to be our best friends, and even grants us our fondest desires, but in the end, only her desires matter." She smiled crookedly. "Actually, I can respect that last part. I don't regret what I did."

Goose bumps rose on Meredith's arms at that ominous statement. "Wh-what did you do?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know. She remembered all too well the thousands of people she had crushed beneath her feet. She thought she'd be able to undo it. But Jesse was right, in the end only Sheila's desires mattered.

Jesse looked into Meredith's eyes, and then over the woman's shoulder. That vacant look returned, but Jesse began to talk.

"I was always into it. The pain. The death. I remember when I was really young, I mean so young you usually can't remember anything, I was even in to it then." She smirked and giggled a little. "Of course then it was just bugs, or maybe the occasional small animal."

Meredith gulped, and considered leaving to find someone else. But she was entranced with this girl. Her soft, breathy voice which belied her sweet, cutesy looks, drew her in and somehow made her yearn for more words.

After a moment, Jesse continued.

"I remember one time I was playing in the yard, and I heard a soft chirping noise. I guess I was about eight or nine or something. Anyway, I got up and looked around to see if I could find what was making the noise. It was a bird, I knew that. A baby. And it was hurt. I remember I got excited at the thought of a hurt baby bird, completely at the mercy of my amusement." She looked at Meredith and shrugged. "Well, maybe I didn't think of it exactly like that. I was only eight."

"Anyway, I found it lying on the side walk in front of my house. It was lying on it's side, chirping away in pain. I looked up and saw a nest in the tree beside the sidewalk. I guess it fell out or something. But I looked down at it, smiled, lifted my foot up, and stomped on it hard. When I moved my foot, I saw that it's body was pretty flat, and its little beak was bent all crooked. I guess that would make most people feel bad for what they did. I liked it. I liked the way I could feel its small bones crack and its guts squish. Even then I began to wish that the animals and bugs I squished were little men. Even then it got me hot. But I still didn't understand the feelings. I didn't care. It felt good. And the more sadistic it got, the better it felt."

While Jesse told her story, a slow, purely evil grin spread across her face. Meredith shuddered, and shook her head as if to clear it. She tried to get up, but Jesse reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," the girl said, "I want to talk to you. You see, I like to tell people about my fantasies. It makes me hot, too."

Meredith didn't want to listen, but she decided that she had little choice. Although the place they were in looked huge, she didn't see any immediate area to run to for solitude. Reluctantly, she settled back down. Besides, something inside her, the same thing that had allowed her to do the ghastly things she had done, wanted her to stay and listen to everything this girl had to say.

Jesse smiled, big. "Good," she said with girlish delight. "Let me tell you about the biggest thing that ever happened to me, and the reason I have for living now."

Her grin grew till Meredith thought it would spit her face in half. "Sheila," Jesse whispered.





Part 1: Jesse and her little brother

"As I said," Jesse began, "I've always had a mean streak." She giggled. "Whether it was torturing small animals or my little brother, I was having fun!"

Meredith felt ill, but she settled back on some white nothing and decided to at least try to relax.

* * * *

Now, my brother, Tommy, was a real pain in the ass. He was always hanging around me asking questions and just generally bugging the shit out of me. I kept saying, "Tommy, you little fuck, if you don't leave me alone, I'll hang you from the doorknob by your underwear." He was a lot smaller than me. In fact, the doctors said he probably wouldn't grow more than five feet tall. Can you believe it? Anyway, he was twelve and was going through some sick phase of sneaking into my room and playing with my underwear, or some sicko thing like that.

I begged my mom to let me put a lock on my bedroom door, but she wouldn't do it. See, she's one of those moms that thinks you'd be doing "un-Christian" things in there like smokin' pot or masturbating. Ha! She used to think that I had some sort of demons inside of me because I kept stomping on anything that moved. I even stomped our cat's tail, when I didn't get my way.

Anyway, one day I was in my room doing nothing, when my brat brother came in and started harassing me. I yelled at him to get out, but he wouldn't. Finally I had to twist his arm behind his back and push him out of the room. He went crying to mom and she yelled something at me. I don't know what she said, I didn't listen.

I remember that I was cussing up a storm to myself when I turned around and saw this necklace laying on my dresser. I'd never seen it before. I picked it up and it was this really cool looking crystal, all smoky and shiny. I thought I saw some light in it, I thought it was some sort of cheap costume thing with batteries and a light bulb that flashed whenever you bumped it or something, and I looked closer at it. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded by all these little, whistling lights. Well, I must have passed out, because I woke up on some strange bed.

Only, and get this, it wasn't a bed. It was a giant hand!

You're nodding your head. I guess this happened to you, huh? Anyway, that was Sheila.

I was excited! I had always had this thing for giant women. See, I'm sort of a lesbian, but don't tell my mom that. She'd have me in to see an exorcist, or something.

Anyway, Sheila says that she's a product of my innermost desires, or something like that, and goes on to say all this stuff about "infinite wishes," and, "anything I want." I was like, "Cool!" you know? I told her that I really wanted to get back at my brother for being such an asshole. She said that I would be able to do that and so much more.

The next thing I know is I'm on my bed, and Sheila's gone. I figure that I had fallen asleep and had the coolest ass dream ever! But I felt something around my neck and found out it was the crystal!

Just then, my brother runs in, and he starts shouting something about mom was going to ground me or some shit, and I yelled back at him that if he didn't get out, I was going to stomp him like a bug! He just jumped around and called me names, and then Flash! he was gone!

I didn't know what happened! I looked around, but he wasn't there anymore! The door was closed, so he didn't leave. So I got out of bed and started looking around.

After a minute, I hear this squeaking noise. I got excited because I thought we had mice again, and I like stomping on mice. They squish loud and their guts shoot out their mouths and.... Well, anyway, I looked down and nearly jumped out of my clothes! There was my brother on the floor, but he was barely big enough to be a mouse! I mean, he had shrunk down to a couple of inches or something like that! Can you believe it? I had nearly stepped on him!

At that thought, I began to get hot. I mean real hot! This was amazing! Sheila was real, and she had told the truth! It wasn't a dream! My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack!

So I tried to calm myself down, and I just smiled down at him. My little brother. My little brother. He was looking up at me, and I think he was scared, and he was squeaking away, but I didn't understand him. I bent down and grabbed him in my fist. I nearly crushed him, I was so excited. When I picked him up and looked at him, I could tell that he was turning blue, so I loosened my grip on him. He immediately began squeaking at me again, so I squeezed him again. That shut him right up! I heard a pop, and he kinda jerked.

For a second, I got scared that I had squashed him, so I opened my hand. Well, I think I just popped his hip out of socket, because there was another pop, and his leg moved up a little. He squeaked again, and was crying. I started getting hot again. I mean, I had real power over him! Well, I had always been bigger than him, but now I was bigger than him! A lot bigger!

I started trying to think of ways I could get back at him for being such a jerk. I thought that since he had some perverted thing for my underwear, that I'd drop him in them while I was wearing them. But he was my brother! That's just sick! Then I thought that I'd just step on him, just like I told him I would if he didn't leave! I didn't care if that meant I'd kill him. I wouldn't miss him. And if things got too bad with mom.... Well, I didn't care. So I put him back on the floor and stood up.

I was wearing my Reeboks, the ones I'm wearing now, and I lifted my right foot over him. "Tommy," I said, and giggled. "Can you read what my shoe says?" The bottoms of my shoes say "Reebok" on them.

I nearly burst out laughing because Tommy started limping away, I guess his leg was hurting, and he was leaving a wet trail behind him. I made him wet himself!

It was hard keeping my balance, but I just kept following him around with my foot. He wasn't moving too fast because he was so small and his leg was hurt. Every now and then I'd slam my foot on the ground behind him or in front of him and make him fall down. I was having so much fun! I was so hot!

Then I lifted my foot high, and was just about to stomp him real good, when I thought of a better idea. I stopped and picked him up again. It was kind of sick because his pants were all wet with pee. I gave him a couple of squeezes for good measure, and then decided to tell him what I was going to do with him.

"Hey Tommy," I said, "you know how mom hates spiders?"

He knew right away what I was going to do. He turned even paler than he already was! But I wanted to tell him anyway.

"Well, I'm going to make mom think you're a spider so she'll step on you!"

The little bastard peed on me! So I flicked him in the balls. After he looked like he was paying attention again, I started describing what it would be like.

"I'm going to put you in the kitchen floor, and when she sees you, she's going to stomp your ass!" He squeaked. "You'll look up at her towering over you, and hope that she recognizes you, but she won't. You'll look just like a big, hairy spider to her. And then she'll lift up her foot, and maybe you'll see another spider all squashed and flattened on the bottom of her shoe, and you'll scream at her, but she won't hear you, and then she'll STOMP!! and flatten you real good!"

I think he passed out, because he stopped shaking and stuff. So I spit on him, and he squeaked again, and then he started shaking again. Then I closed my fist around him so mom wouldn't see what I was carrying, and took him into the kitchen.

Just to let you know what she looks like, my mom's real pretty. I got my looks from her. She's got long blond hair that she keeps kinda pulled back with the bangs pulled up out of her face. She always wears those frumpy dresses that hang down past her ankles and go all the way up to her chin. You may have guessed by now that she's a real "God-fearing" Christian. By that I mean that she's really religious! I mean so much that if you even think a bad word, she'll say you're going to burn in hell! And she hates spiders! She calls them "Godless creatures" and stomps any one that dares to enter her house. I think she likes it, like me, but would rather take the Lord's name in vain than admit it. She also wears those black, button up, Little House on the Prairie type shoes. You know, the ones with the pointy toes and slender heels?

So anyway, I take Tommy into the kitchen where mom's cooking dinner. She's standing at the sink peeling potatoes with her back to me, but she hears me come in the room. I don't know how she knows which of us it is, but she always knows.

"Jessica Loraine Black," she says. I hate that name. Don't ever call me even Jessica unless you want me to punch you. "You're grounded for two weeks for picking on your brother." She was always matter-of-fact like that. Saying anything else was just useless babble to her.

I didn't say anything. I just kind of stood there looking at those black shoes. I was getting real hot by this time.

She turned and looked at me, and I quickly put my hand with Tommy inside it behind my back. She looked me up and down with that school-marm look she gets, and turned back to her potatoes.

"Did you hear me, Jessica?" she said.

"Yeah mom," I said, and just so she didn't think anything was strange, I added, "It isn't fair," in a whiny voice.

"Life isn't fair, Jessica, and God has no time for mean big sisters. They go to hell." I knew why dad left her.

Quietly, I snuck up behind her and bent down. Quickly I dropped Tommy on the floor just a couple of feet behind mom, and backed up.

Mom turned around and looked at me suspiciously. I put on my best pouty face and said, "But mom!"

"No buts, young lady. I mean it. Leave your brother alone."

I guess Tommy started crawling around or something, because she looked down all of the sudden. I got scared, and quickly wished her to see him as a spider. I looked at him and he didn't look any different to me, so I thought for sure she would get curious and look closer.

"Ooh!" she shouted, "A spider!" and she lifted up her foot over Tommy. Tommy squeaked and looked up at her, his mom. His mom was about to squash him like a bug!

CRUNCH!! she slammed her black shoe down on him. "Godless creatures," she said as she twisted her foot back and forth. I think I had an orgasm right there.

There was a lot of blood, but I don't think she could see it. When she lifted her foot, there was nothing left of Tommy but a bloody splotch on the floor.

"Jessica, get something to clean mommy's shoe, will you? I have to finish peeling these potatoes," mom said.

I smiled and grabbed some paper towels. She bent her knee and showed me the bottom of her shoe, setting her foot on its toe, all the while still peeling potatoes. I looked at it, and couldn't even tell it had ever been Tommy. All there was was a lot of blood and some clumps of skin and clothes. I wondered what mom would think if she knew that she had just mistaken her only son for a spider and stepped on him. I nearly had another orgasm just cleaning my little brother off the bottom of her shoe.

That was just the first thing I did with my wishes.





Part 2: And now for the neighbors' kids

I was so worked up over the thing with my brother that I wanted more! I couldn't stand it! The possibilities were...well, to get a chance to live out my...my...thing, I don't know what you call it, well, that was too good to pass up! I mean, would you? Anyway, I decided to pay my neighbors a visit.

I used to hang out with the neighbors' kids down the street. Well, I would hang out with one at a time, anyway. They couldn't get along, and they didn't like to share me. So I bounced back and forth being the brother's friend and then the sister's friend.

The brother, Michael, was about the same age as me, 17. His sister, Jennifer, was a couple of years younger. They were both brats, and I didn't like them all that much, but my neighborhood was scarce on kids around my age. Michael and I had the same thing about bugs, though, so we got along fairly well. All three of us liked to fantasize about magical things, so I thought they'd get a kick out of my new powers. I knew I would.

First I wished that mom wouldn't be able to hear me leave the house. After all, I was grounded. Ha! As if that had any meaning anymore! Then I left and walked down the street.

Michael was in their garage messing with a go-cart, and Jennifer was watching nearby. Michael was obviously ignoring her, but she didn't seem to care. The door was open, so I just walked in.

"Hey, guys," I said innocently.

Michael looked up. "Hey, Jesse, what's up?"

Jennifer: "Hey Jesse."

I jumped right in. "You guys want to see the best thing that you'll ever witness in your entire lives?"

That did it. They were both instantly interested.

"What?" they chorused.

"Well," I didn't want to get too far ahead of myself, "what would you say if I told you I had the power to do anything I wanted?"

I almost lost them.

"Yeah, okay," Michael sneered, but he was still interested.

Jennifer just looked from one of us to the other. "What do you mean, Jesse?"

I smiled and almost shook in anticipation. "Jennifer, you know how you're always getting mad because Michael keeps killing those bugs?"

Jennifer scowled. "It's cruel! I hate him for it!" Then she shot back at me, "But you do it, too!"

I just shrugged. "But what if you could get back at him for it?"

Jennifer's face brightened. "That'd be great! He should be squashed, too!"

Michael just waved a hand at her. "What are you talking about, Jesse? You don't have any powers."

I looked at him and smirked. "Oh no?"

With a blink, Michael was gone.

Jennifer stared at the place her brother had been. "What...? How...?"

I pointed to a moving spot on the floor where Michael had been. "He's right there, Jen."

Jennifer looked at me and then slowly walked over to look closer at the squirming thing on the floor. She bent down on her hands and knees, squinted at it, and then clapped her hands and laughed with glee.

"It's Michael!" she squealed. "He's the size of a bug!"

I could see Michael clasping his arms around his ears and looking up at his towering sister in fear.

"Can I step on him?"

I was surprised! I didn't think she would be so eager to squash her brother, but then, Jennifer had never really been all there.

She stood up and raised one white Adidas over her insect-sized brother. I heard a squeak and he began to scurry under the go-cart. She started to bring her foot down.

"No, wait, Jennifer!" I said quickly.

She stopped and looked at me a bit sadly. "Why? It would serve him right for killing all those bugs. Let him know how it feels."

"Maybe later," I consoled her, "but first I wanted to play some games with you two."

Jennifer looked back down at her brother, who was struggling in a before unseen spot of motor oil. She stuck out her bottom lip for a moment, but then lowered her foot, leaving her brother unharmed. He seemed to slow his struggles for a moment.

In an instant, Michael was back to his normal size, though breathing heavily and covered in black oil. He looked at his sister, then me, then back to his sister, and balled up his fists.

"You little bitch!" he shouted, and started toward her.

"Michael, if you don't stop, I'll shrink you again!" I warned.

He stopped moving and looked over at me, thinking it over. Slowly he lowered his fists.

"How did you do that?" he asked once he had calmed down somewhat.

"That's not important," I said. "The important thing is, I can do it, and I can do anything I want. And, consequently, so can you guys."

Jennifer was already smiling, lost in thought, but at my words, she looked up and literally beamed.

"You mean I can get back at all those jerks who turned me down at school?" She looked at Michael and smiled evilly. "I could shrink them like you were and squash them like insects."

Michael scowled at her. "Shut up!" He made a move toward her, but stopped and looked at me, thinking better of it.

"Yeah, Jen, you could do that," I agreed. "But first, I wanted to get to those games." I looked at the pathetic state Michael was in and wished him clean. He was.

He looked at himself and then back at me wide-eyed. "Thanks," he whispered.

Jennifer was literally jumping with excitement. "Oh, Jesse, what are we going to play? Are we going to go to another planet and find some aliens, or time travel, or turn into giants and stomp around New York, or...."

"I have a better idea." Sometimes she could act like such a little girl and not at all like a fifteen year old one. I worded my words carefully. "Why don't we shrink ourselves down to the size Michael was, and go around your house."

I had worded my words wrongly.

Jennifer started pouting again, and Michael exclaimed, "No way!"

"Oh, think about it, guys!" I interjected. "It would be just like our fantasies. We'd be in this alien world fighting monsters and traveling where no one has."

They were confused.

"Monsters?" Jennifer asked.

"Going where no one has?" Michael asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Michael, you know how you like to study bugs and think they're real neat. Well, those are our monsters. We'll be able to get real close to them and see them at their size. And we could even ride them! Think of it! It would be just like having your own horse, except it would be a grasshopper the size of a horse!"

This got Michael thinking.

"And Jennifer," I turned to his sister. "Screw alien worlds. You have an alien world right here in your house. Have you ever been in the walls or under the refrigerator? Or how about exploring the vast caverns of pipes in the floor?"

I had appealed to Jennifer's adventurous side, and she started to think of the possibilities. I let them to their thinking, and slowly smiles grew across their faces.

"Okay," they said at once.

I started to get hot, again.

* * * *

We decided to start our journey in Michael's bedroom. Their mom was in the kitchen making dinner, so they thought it would be safer to be in the farthest room from her. I didn't like that, but I tried not to let it show. It didn't matter, I could eventually get anything I wanted. We stood by Michael's bed amid all the crap lying on the floor.

"How small do you want to be?" I asked.

They thought about it a moment, and then Michael spoke up. "How about a quarter inch, like the kids in that movie? That looked really cool!"

Jennifer agreed, and I nodded my head. "Here we go," I said, and concentrated on the three of us being 1/4 of an inch tall.

We didn't even notice any change. One second we were looking at the walls of the room, the next, we were surrounded by gigantic socks and books and things.

Jennifer jumped up and down and squealed with delight. Then she noticed a nearby sock and wrinkled her nose. "Ew, Michael! That's gross!"

Michael smiled and stuck out his tongue. "Dig in, sis!."

I felt tingly all over. I was finally living out one of my deepest desires! This was almost better than seeing my brother squashed by my mom. Almost, but not quite.

I looked around me at the towering objects. I almost couldn't recognize them, they were so huge. After a moment of concentrating, I could finally read the spine of one of the books. "Gulliver's Travels." I laughed.

For a while, we chased each other around, zig-zagging around and under oversized clothing and toys, playing tag and hide and seek. But I was getting very bored. These were kids games that we could play anytime, and besides, the carpet was a bit hard to move around in since it came up to our knees. I wanted to see their mother. That was one of my fondest dreams. Sometimes at night I would imagine their mother towering over at me. She would see me and scowl down at me, thinking I was a bug. Then she'd lift up her foot and....

A roar brought me out of my daydream and we all looked up. Far in the distance rose the impossible height of the bedroom door. As we watched, the door swung open and the titanic form of their mother appeared in the doorway.

Michael and Jennifer screamed, and I nearly fainted. There she was, my dream walking the earth! She was beautiful. Well, not in the classical sense. Physically she was pretty, slim, a bit busty, in her early forties. But as I gazed upon her at that moment, hundreds of feet tall and dressed in khaki pants, a floral, short-sleeve blouse, and brown flats, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. Her chin length brown hair was curled under and it swayed slowly as she turned her head looking around the room.

Even hundreds of feet away (in reality about four feet, but it was hundreds to us) she seemed unbelievably tall. Her gaze swept the floor and fell upon us. We froze, Michael and Jennifer in terror, and me in lust, but her vision simply brushed us and looked on. She wore a look of disgust.

"Look at this pit!" she muttered, but to us it was a loud speaker blasting away. And then she did something to make me convulse with anticipation. She stepped into the room.

Michael and Jennifer screamed again, but they didn't move. They just stood there, staring up at their gigantic mother as she thundered toward us, their mouths hanging open and terror etched on their faces.

My own mouth watered as I watched to giantess move forward. Though she was gigantic, she moved with the grace of a cat. Her mighty feet lifted from the carpet, swung through the air with the force of a jet liner, and landed with a bone-rattling thud back to earth. I watched in awe as a used Kleenex disappeared beneath her left foot with a raspy crunch. I nearly wished that Kleenex was me. I say nearly, because I had enough sense to know that if I did wish it, that Kleenex would be me!

And then she was upon us! Her legs stretched overhead and her face peered over the tops of her breasts down in our direction. But she was still walking! Her left foot lifted in the air over Michael and Jennifer.

I couldn't believe it! This was great! I saw the two immersed int he shadow of their mother's foot as it descended slowly upon them! They screamed, but they still didn't move! I saw pee run down their legs and into the carpet! They threw up their hands and screamed some more, and the shadow grew darker!

THUD!! Her foot connected with the floor, but to the left of the two siblings. It sank into the carpet, causing them to fall and tumble down into the indentation it made. I let my breath out in ragged heaves. I thought for sure they'd be crushed! For a moment, I was disappointed, but I quickly calmed myself.

I looked back up at their mother and gasped when I saw her staring at me. For a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, we stared into each other's eyes. And then she began to bend down! She was stretching out her arm and reaching for me! My heart beat faster as I watched her massive palm moving toward me! Her hand grew larger and larger still as it filled my vision and I briefly wondered if I would be crushed when she picked me up. I also wondered if this was what I looked like to my brother. I figured that she was even bigger than I had appeared.

Her hand started to close, but it was not on me. She had reached for a dirty plate that I was standing near. I looked up the length of her arm, admiring the hairs on it, breathing in the smell of it. I noticed for the first time the imperfections in her skin. She had a small, flat mole just above her wedding band and a tiny scar above the top knuckle of her index finger. The hair on her hand and forearm was fine, hardly even noticeable at my normal size, but it was like a forest to me then. The tracks and wrinkles of her skin were etched out in exquisite detail, and I could even see every single swirl of her fingerprints. The scent of her assaulted me with such force that I grew dizzy inhaling it. I could smell her perfume mixed with the sweet smell of her perspiration, as well as a hint of dish soap and frying pork chops. God, she was so huge! My body convulsed once more at the mere sight of her! I couldn't believe that I could orgasm just by looking at her! It was wonderful!

And then she began to straighten, taking her wonderful arm and the plate with her. After she had stood up, she lifted her left foot, briefly sending Michael and Jennifer flailing into the air, and swung it over me.

I instinctively ducked as her huge sole flew over me. I saw with great detail the rubber, no-skid sole of her shoe with it's tiny indentations and imbedded granules of fine pebbles of gravel. There was even a wet spot just under where her toes would be, and I hoped that it had been a bug at one point. No tell-tale crushed legs or pieces of carapace gave it away, though. The smell of worn leather and soft yet pungent foot odor swirled around me and I again felt faint. Her foot passed above me and landed a few feet away, shaking the ground with its thunderous clap and taking the remaining strength from my legs. I sat down quickly but softly in the carpet and watched the woman do her work.

She reached out again and took a dirty cup from Michael's bedside table. That done, she turned once more and strode out of the room, her footfalls echoing around me and amazingly fading into the distance.

I sat for a long time in awe of the spectacle I had just witnessed. It struck me as funny that something so mundane and everyday as a mother taking some dirty dishes out of her son's bedroom could be so breathtaking, as well as utterly dangerous, if not deadly, to three tiny, shrunken humans that happen to be on the floor of that bedroom. I felt another tingling at that thought.

A groan caught my attention and I looked over to my left. Michael and Jennifer were lying in a heap on top of each other some feet away. I laughed at the comical way their arms and legs flailed in the air. They looked just like a couple of beetles turned over on their backs.

I laughed and stood up, going over to help them to their feet. To my surprise, they both were smiling. They looked up at me with huge grins on their faces and began to laugh.

"Did you see that?" Michael shouted. "Mom nearly stepped on us! That was cool!"

Jennifer nodded her head in agreement. "What a rush! I thought we were squashed for sure!"

I laughed with them, helping them to their feet. "So did I! I think your size helped you."

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked me.

"Well," I decided to make something up. "I think that because you're so small, that gives you less chance to be stepped on." It sounded stupid, but I hope it worked for what I wanted to do next.

Michael frowned in consternation. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right. Sometimes I go to the mall and watch something on the floor, like a piece of a straw wrapper or popcorn, and I wait for someone to step on it. But sometimes it takes a really long time. Mostly people just step right next to it or kick it."

I was delighted that Michael had just proven something I made up off the top of my head. "Yeah, like that. See, we could probably spend days at this size around your mom and she'd never step on us." I was pushing the envelope a little, but who cares?

Jennifer said, "Yeah, I bet we could. We could even be right in front of her and she'd never see us."

That gave me a window of opportunity.

"Hey," I began, " you know what would be cool?"

They both looked at me expectantly.

"If we went into the kitchen and scared your mom."

Michael cocked his head at me. "Huh?"

"I mean," I continued, "if we ran in there and got her attention, that'd scare the shit out of her, to see her kids the size of bugs on the floor."

"But," I could hear the worry in Jennifer's voice, "what if she thought we were bugs? What if she stepped on us?"

I acted quickly. "No way, she'd see it was us. Besides, you're mom doesn't like to step on bugs, remember? She hates the feeling and sound of their crackling shells. The worst that would happen is she'd get something to pick us up with and put us outside. And then she'd get close enough to see it was us for sure." I hoped that would do the trick.

It did.

They thought about it, and that same, slow smile came across their faces.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Michael said. "That'd scare mom to death! It'll be great!"

"Yeah!" Jennifer shrilly agreed.

I began to get tingly again. This was the best day of my life!

* * * *

It was taking too long to even get out of the bedroom, so I gave us wings. At first, they were hard to control and we didn't fly well, so I gave us the knowledge of years of practice. Hey, you gotta think on your feet.

So there we were, flying through the house like three mosquitoes. We had a couple of close run-ins with their mom before we got to the kitchen. Once, she walked right into us and we were nearly knocked out of the air. Luckily the air being pushed in front of her blew us away before we collided with her. And when she came back, she swatted at us. That time she hit Michael and he was sent spiraling down toward the floor. One wish from me, and he was okay again. He was a bit shaken and it took me a few minutes to try and convince them to do it again. I don't know why I didn't just use my powers to convince them. I guess hindsight is 20/20, and all that.

So we finally made it to the kitchen. Michael and Jennifer went over and landed on the table, but I wanted to see more of their mom, so I went to the counter top. She was standing at the stove frying some pork chops (let me tell you, at that size, the smell was extremely powerful!) and I landed right next to the stove. The heat was pretty bad, but I didn't mind. I was staring up at Her.

From higher up than the floor, I could notice more details about her face and stuff. She had the occasional tiny scar from earlier-days acne, but she still looked gorgeous to me. Her nose was small (would have been had I not been 1/4 of an inch tall) and softly rounded. Her mouth was smaller than most with thinnish lips that were naturally pink and desirable. After entertaining the thought for a minute, I flew up to those lips and lightly touched them.

They were soft and warm, smooth and inviting. Her breath blew from her nostrils and enveloped me in its moist warmth. There was some hair on her upper lip, but there was so little that it was probably unnoticeable at my normal size. For a moment, I just hung there, breathing in her breath, and then her lips parted and I decided to take another chance. Acting like a fly, I landed on her lower lip and looked inside her mouth.

It was too dark to see much, just the tops of her front teeth and a glimpse or two of her giant tongue within. I sat there and felt the softness of her lips beneath me and over me. I was in heaven once again, and I convulsed uncontrollably.

And suddenly her hand flew up from below and swiped at me. I was knocked off her lip and sent plummeting to the counter top below. Luckily, my wings kicked in just in time and I landed softer than I would have, though I still hurt my arm and rolled a little. I looked up at her and caught my breath when I saw her staring down at me and raising her hand. She was going to swat me like a mosquito!

Quickly, I jumped out of the way just as her hand slammed down on the counter. Unfortunately, it was over the edge of the counter and I was falling again. But, the wished for instinct showed up instantly and I flew away to safety.

I landed on the table and Michael and Jennifer asked me where I had gone. I told them I had to go to the bathroom. They believed me and didn't ask any more questions.

"You ready?" I said, anticipating with dread their denial to go through with our escapade.

"Yes," they both said eagerly, and I was happy again.

"Okay, follow me." I jumped into the air and swooped down toward the floor. When we landed, it was about a hundred yards away from their mom's feet. I wished the wings away. At first they complained, but I said that if their mom saw that we had wings, she'd think we were bugs for sure. They agreed after that.

"Okay," I said, "here's what we're going to do. You guys go up beside your mom and start jumping up and down screaming."

"What about you?" Michael asked.

"Well," what about me, I thought. "I'm going to hang back and when she sees you and gets all scared, I'm going to come up from behind her and give her another scare. Besides, it's scarier if she sees her kids all shrunken than it is if she sees the neighbors' kid." They seemed to accept that explanation.

Michael looked at his sister who looked back at him. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Let's do it."

Jennifer smiled and began to shake with anticipation. "Yeah!"

And then they took off running. They got about twenty feet away from her right foot and started waving their arms and screaming. When they were about ten feet away, they stopped running and started jumping up and down. I was getting very excited, and I started rubbing myself.

They screamed and jumped and waved, but their mom just rocked her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. She didn't even turn her head. Jennifer and Michael stopped and looked back at me.

"Don't stop!" I shouted, and they started jumping and shouting again.

I began to wonder if she would hear them, and had almost decided to boost the sound they made a little, when she began to turn around. This is it! I thought excitedly, and rubbed faster. And then it happened.

The two were still jumping, and there was a loud squeaking sound of rubber on linoleum, and their mom's right foot twisted on its heel. Michael screamed in fear and let out a big "Oof!" when the side of her foot hit him in the chest. He was knocked down, but her foot kept twisting and went right over him. She stopped turning then and put her weight down on that foot. We heard Michael let out a shrill, quick scream, but he was cut off by a wet crunching sound. Blood squirted out from under their mom's foot as she rested the rest of her weight on him, and then her foot was still.

Jennifer screamed, "Michael!" but she didn't move. Instead she looked up at her mother, towering hundreds of feet above her. I looked up, too, rubbing even faster and harder. This was great!

Her mom hadn't even noticed. She hadn't heard the shouting and she didn't hear or feel the crunch Michael made when she stepped on him. She was looking straight ahead of herself at something behind us. And then she took a step with her left foot.

Jennifer screamed again as the shadow of her mother's foot covered her. She didn't have time to move and the foot fell down on her, knocking her onto her back. As soon as the shoe had covered her, her mom put her weight into the step and there was a muffled crunch like the one before, and Jennifer stopped screaming as some blood shot out from under her mom's toe. I orgasmed at the same instant she had crunched.



Their mom started to lift her right foot for the next step, but apparently she had noticed Jennifer crunching under her left foot and stopped moving.

"What the...." she muttered and looked down at her foot. She put the weight back onto her right foot and lifted the left, revealing the unrecognizable remains of her daughter. "Dammit!" she said in disgust. "Bugs again!"

She gingerly set her foot back down on its heel and stepped forward with her right foot. There was another crunch since Michael had stuck to her sole and she stepped on him again.

She was nearly thrown off balance as she lifted that foot to look at the sole. "Shit! What's going on here?" she said.

I was rubbing myself again.

Reaching over to the counter top, their mom tore some paper towels off the role and began to wipe her kids off the floor and the bottoms of her shoes. I couldn't have been happier had it been me she was wiping up. When she was finished, she started to walk to the trash can, which happened to be behind me, all the while scanning the floor for more "bugs." And she saw me.

I tell you, if I had a penis, it would have sprung to life right then, at the moment her eyes fell on me. The look she had on her face was utter disgust and anger that we "bugs" had invaded her kitchen. I knew right then that she was throwing away her inhibitions about stepping on insects. She came right at me at top speed.

I made a couple of quick wishes and rubbed myself as hard and fast as I could. In a split second, she was upon me, towering over me like a female skyscraper, and looking down at me over her breasts with anger and resentment. She meant business. Quickly she lifted up her foot and swung it over me, lifting it nearly to her knee. I convulsed once, and then again, and watched in ecstacy as she pushed her foot down on top of me. In one second I was looking up her long leg to her face high above me, in the next I was staring at her worn shoe sole, and in the next, I was gasping for air as the weight of her stomp slammed into me and spread my body out in circle around me. The pain was exquisite, and it pounded through my entire body. I felt myself orgasm in the same instant that I felt my sides split and my guts squirt out in all directions. I felt my body flattening and my head burst. My limbs were crushed, the bones ground to powder. I tasted the rubber of her sole, the dirt ground into it, my blood, Jennifer's blood, smelled the hard leather and the heat of their mother's anger, the sweat of her foot and body. And then I felt her begin to twist her foot back and forth on top of me. It prolonged my orgasm and even pushed me into several more. She must have stood there for several seconds, grinding away at me, shoving me over wave after wave of orgasms, and then she stopped and let her foot stay on top of me, like an exhausted lover who was too tired to move from my body. I rode the last climax to its sweet finish, and as if she new I was finally done, she lifted her foot from my remains.

Light returned to my eyes and I watched her sole rise from me. I could see a large red stain on the bottom of her foot along with some torn pieces of skin and clothes. Her face reappeared and she wore a satisfied smile on her beautiful lips. She set her foot down and simply stood there, looking down at my crushed body on the floor below her. I wondered what I looked like, and decided that it was probably much like what my brother had looked like when my mom had ground him into the floor beneath her foot.

With a smirk, she said, "Damn, that felt good." and then turned on her heels and went back to the counter to get a paper towel.

Of course I couldn't move, I was smashed to death. I could only look up at the ceiling until she returned, stooping over me. Her hand appeared with the paper towel and my vision was once again cut off. I felt her rubbing my body with the towel, soaking it up and her fingers pinching it to pick up my remains. And then I saw the floor pull away and I was lifted into the air. My climb stopped and I could see her feet far below me. She lifted her left foot and turned its sole upwards. I was lowered once again to the bloody stain on her shoe, and it went dark when she wiped at the stain with the towel. Then I was carried away. Things swirled around me as I fell through the air and landed with a soft thud. I was looking up, out of the trash can, at the mom's indifferent face high above its rim. And then she reached out and closed the lid, and I was left in darkness.

I opened my eyes some time later and I was lying in my bed back in my room. I smiled and thought about what had happened. I was lucky that I was smart enough to wish to live after I was stepped on, though I was squashed into a bloody pulp. I started to rub myself again thinking about it, but mom called me to dinner. Oh well. I had all the time in the world.

Next I'll tell you about my trip to the mall.





Part 3: A funny thing happened on the way to the mall



Well, after dinner, and having fun making up excuses for why my brother wasn't there, I decided "Enough of this shit," and just wished for my mom to shut up, and for me not to be grounded. I got sick of wishing for my mom not to hear me and crap like that.

I was trying to think of what to do with my new powers. I mean, realizing that you could live out any fantasy you've ever had, get anything you've ever wanted, that kinda weighs on you pretty heavy. And what does every girl my age want? You got it. I wished for a hot car. A 1997, cherry-red Mustang. Oh, don't give me that oldies crap, I like my cars new. So I went outside and there it was, just sitting in the driveway like it belonged there or something. I jumped into that plush leather interior and started her up (the keys were already in the ignition, of course.) It was sweet! But, the car's not the point of my story, so let's move on.

So I was on my way to the mall, and suddenly this asshole in an '81 Ford pickup cuts in front of me! Nearly ran me off the road! So, of course, I shrink him. Him and his truck.

He was already a ways ahead of me, in some sort of huge hurry or something, so I got to watch as his truck got smaller and smaller until it was this little toy truck about a foot long. I don't know what was going through his head at the time, but he started swerving all over the place. I guess he was freaking out. It was so funny to watch the little toy weaving all over the road. He swerved across the center line and a Taurus whipped around him blaring its horn. I guess the driver thought some stupid kid was playing with his remote control car in traffic or something. I slowed down to watch it, but this bitch behind me blasted her horn at me, so I sped up. He had already come back over in my lane and had stopped. I was getting real close to him, going about thirty, and I took aim. I could see him just starting to climb out of his truck as he disappeared beneath my car. There was a soft bump and a loud pop when my front right tire hit his truck. It was hardly noticeable when my back tire went over it, and I looked in my rearview mirror.

I had missed him! I saw his truck smashed flatter than a beer can in the road, but he was lying about a foot away from it. I saw him start to get up, but just then the bitch who had honked at me ran over him! Her tire hit him and he just disappeared! I kept watching her tire and saw a red stain appear and disappear every split-second or so. I looked up at the driver and she looked like she hadn't even noticed! She was just staring ahead, completely unaware that she had just run over a little man.

I was so engrossed in what had happened behind me that I nearly hit a guy jogging across the street in front of me. He screamed at me and flipped me off once he'd gotten across, but I didn't care. I whipped onto a side street, cut a U-ey, and doubled back to get a look at what happened to the guy in the truck.

I got to the point where I could see his truck smashed in the road and I pulled of to the side and got out. There was a red stain on the road about eight inches in diameter with what looked like a smashed mouse in the middle of it. I started laughing, especially when another car rolled over him, smashing him even flatter! It was hilarious, and it really turned me on!

Just then there was this guy in my face yelling at me. It was the jogger. "You stupid bitch!" he shouted, "You nearly ran me over! What's wrong with you?"

I just looked at him and said something like, "Why don't you look before you cross the street?" and I started to get back in my car.

He actually had the nerve to grab my arm! So I shrunk him on the spot! He was about an inch tall and I just smiled down at him. I looked up and saw a small group of women, college girls, jogging along the sidewalk, and he was in the middle of the sidewalk! This was too much! I couldn't believe my good luck! I don't know why, anything was possible. So I just looked back down at him, gave him a smile and a little wave, and stepped back off the sidewalk and leaned against my car.

He was just standing there, looking around and shaking his head. I don't think he knew where he was, or what he was. The girls were coming closer and I was getting really turned on! I remember this short I saw on the Disney channel when I was a kid about that "Why'd the chicken cross the road" joke, except this was "Why'd the beetle cross the road?" It did camera shots from the bug's point of view, and it looked up and saw these joggers coming right at him. I remember the first jogger was a woman wearing red Nikes, and the show really turned me on. Of course, when they got to the beetle, they didn't step on him, but he had a couple of close calls, and it even did some under-the-floor shots of the joggers' feet nearly stepping on him. Seeing the man on the ground with those girls jogging toward him reminded me of that show and I wondered what Disney would have thought about it.

He finally came to his senses after a few seconds, maybe because of the thunder of all those giant feet pounding towards him. But he turned around all of a sudden and I heard the cutest little squeal. I guess he was screaming. Hey, I would too if I saw about twenty feet the size of buses stomping at me. Except I'd like it...but anyway.

At first it was just like in the Disney show. They stepped all around him, millimeters away, but didn't hit him. Then I saw him jumping up and down holding his foot. I guess one of them stepped on it. Bet that hurt! One of the girls said "Nice car" to me, and she was the one that got him. Her foot hit him dead on, and there was a soft crunch.

She didn't even miss a beat. I looked up at her and she smiled at me, but didn't stop moving. I looked back down in time to see her lift her foot off him, and some sick stuff half stuck to her sole but snapped back to the ground.

He was flattened! There was surprisingly little blood, and his body was completely flat, but it looked just like a little man! I mean, he was a little fatter since his body was spread out around him, but otherwise, he looked just like a flat man. There were little hex-shaped lumps all over him from the girl's tennis shoe-sole. It was cool! I decided to leave him there for people to wonder about, if they even noticed him and didn't just step on him. I wondered if they would recognize the truck for what it was, see the red splotch beside it, and see the jogger smashed into the sidewalk, and begin to wonder if there were little people driving around or getting stepped on, but then I thought, nah. Who would think? Anyway, I just got in my car and headed for the mall again, thinking about the wonderful things I'd do once I got there.





Part 4: the Mall (a)



So I get to the mall, and there are no parking spaces open. The place is packed. Well, you know that car commercial where everyone's driving around in the parking lot and no one can find a space and they're all getting all pissed and everything? But there's this one lady who's nice and calm and she pulls up to the front spaces and pushes this button in her car and the car in one of the spaces sinks into the ground so she can park there? Well, that's what I did. Just for a laugh, I pulled down my visor, found a flashing yellow button (hmm, wonder how that got there), and I pushed it. And the ground under one of the cars starts sinking until the car's underground in some subterranean space that wasn't there before, and these doors slide shut over it. I laughed. If only my driver's ed teacher could see me then!

So then I start to pull in, but this bitch in a Mercedes shot past me and stole it! Where the hell did she come from? I mean, if she was waiting there, then she would have seen the other car disappear. Didn't that phase her in the least?

Well, anyway, that really pissed me off. So you know what I did? You guessed it. When I was done with her, her car was the size of my shoe. I laughed again. I could just see her starting to climb out. I guess she didn't even know what had happened. I saw the tiny door open, a minuscule leg followed by the rest of her twiggy body appeared, and then she turned around and stuck her butt in the air. She was actually getting something out of the car! She had no clue!

So I straddled her car with my own and pulled into the space. That had to get her attention!

I opened the door and looked down at the ground. At first, there was nothing. But after a few seconds, I saw the woman wandering out from under my car. She was dazed, alright! I guess seeing my massive tires must've jarred what was happening in the world into her.

She was staggering around because she kept looking up at everything. I wonder if she knew what she was looking at. She did in another second. I started laughing and she jumped and looked up at me. Then I swung my leg out of the car and brought my foot down on top of her. She squeaked, disappeared under my shoe, and squelched. I didn't even bother to lift my foot. I just twisted it to get better balance and stood up out of my car. Not even looking down, I started to go inside, but it felt like there was gum on my shoe, so I scraped it along the ground as I walked. Finally, curiosity took over and I looked behind me. There was a trail of blood and guts where I had slid my sole on the ground, and before that was a little red splotch every couple of feet. That was me stepping on her when I walked, before I scraped my shoe. I just laughed, suppressed a sudden thrill through my body, and went into the mall.

As soon as I got in there, my heart began racing! There were people everywhere! I could probably shrink about ten people right there and no one would notice. My mind swam with what I should do first. There were so many things I wanted to try out! I began to feel dizzy, so I found the nearest bench and sat down. All my wildest dreams, the things I daydreamed about every time I went to the mall, they were all about to come true.

I couldn't decide what to do first, but then I saw what I hate most. This couple was making out right there in the middle of the mall. I hate that! It's so rude and disgusting! So I waited until they were done, looking them over.

The guy was cute, okay, if you like that sort of thing. I didn't pay that much attention to him. He looked like every other yuppy you see at a mall: suede shoes, expensive blue jeans, button-up shirt, perfect hair. The girl was pretty much the same story. She was wearing suede, hiking boot-type shoes, blue jeans, short-sleeve blue blouse. Her hair, brown, was cut just below her chin, and her eyes (they were actually open when she was kissing him!) were green. She was pretty damn good-lookin', if I do say so myself. Slim, trim, prim, you know the type.

So I just waited for them to finish. And waited. And waited. God, how long can someone do that? And waited.

Finally, after about five minutes, they were done. They wiped their mouths, smiled cutesy at each other, and she turned around to look at a free-standing jewelry display while he looked bored. I jumped on my chance.

In less than a second, Mr. Yuppy disappeared and was replaced by a speck on the floor. I didn't like his size (about 1/4 of an inch) because I couldn't tell what he was, so I enlarged him to about an inch. Then I could see him looking around dazed and confused. First, he was facing away from his girlfriend, but then he turned to try and find her. He froze suddenly when he saw her heel. Then, slowly, like in one of those movies, he looked up her leg, and up, and up. Then he did something that made me nearly laugh out loud. You know that Tom and Jerry cartoon when Tom drinks this potion that's supposed to make him big and strong, but instead he shrinks to way smaller than Jerry? Well, Mr. Yuppy did just what Tom did in that cartoon when he found himself staring up at Jerry. He started running around in circles squeaking his little head off. I couldn't believe it! He must have gone crazy or something!

Then Miss Yuppy turned around and couldn't find him. She looked around, trying to see where he went, and all the while he was jumping around by her feet.

"Jacob?" I heard her say. She still didn't notice the bug at her feet. Why should she? She was looking for big strong Jacob. Then she took a step forward and stepped right on him! There was a soft pop, and then she just stood there! She didn't even notice him! I did start laughing out loud, then! A guy sitting on the bench next to me gave me a strange look. I just said, "Shut up," and shrunk him down to 1/8 of an inch, and gave him a flick with my finger that sent him sailing into a potted plant next to the bush. He left a stain on my fingernail.

I looked back at Miss Yuppy, and she was still looking around for her sweety. She had started to turn in circles, grinding her love beneath her suede shoe.

I couldn't stop laughing! Tears were streaming out of my eyes, and people were really starting to look at me weird. I didn't care. Miss Yuppy didn't notice me, though, and she walked off in search of Mr. Yuppy, trailing his blood with every right step. What she left behind wasn't even recognizable as little Jakey-wakey, anymore. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I got hold of myself and decided to walk around the mall.

I hadn't gotten twenty feet when this guy, about sixteen, ran up to me.

"I saw what you did," he said quickly.

At first I got scared. But then I remembered that I had the power to do anything I wanted. So I stopped, turned to him, and said coolly, "Oh? And what did I do?"

His eyes met mine, and darted away real quick. He swallowed hard. He was nervous as hell.

"You...you shrunk that guy on the bench, and then you flicked him with your finger," he said shakily.

I just arched my eyebrow and smiled at him. That made him really nervous. He was almost shaking, and he couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Yes," I said softly and seductively, "yes I did." And then I decided to toy with his little brain. "I also shrunk that girl's boyfriend." I pointed at Miss Yuppy, who was looking in a Radio Shack window for Mr. Yuppy. "And she stepped on him. Not on purpose, of course. She never even knew it. She's over there right now looking for him."

The kid was pale and his breathing was short and quick.

I leaned in closer for the coup de grace. "And you know what?" I whispered in his ear. "I think I'll do the same to you."

I leaned back and looked him in the face. He wasn't breathing anymore. All his color was gone, and he stared wide-eyed at me. I reached up and gently patted him on his pimply face.

"Oh, don't worry," I cooed. "I won't kill you. I won't even hurt you." Then I took my hand back and gave him a little wave with my fingers. "Bye-bye, now." And with that, he was the size of a bug.

I walked a little ways away and turned back to watch him. He was busy darting around on the floor, dodging feet left and right. I was impressed. The little shit was fast! Just when I thought a heel or a Birkenstock or a Ked would catch him, he jumped out of the way. I wonder if his size had anything to do with it.

Then I saw a young blond woman wearing cutoffs, a red shirt, and sandals, and I knew she would be the one. Sure enough, the little guy tripped on a gum wrapper and went down. He turned over onto his back just in time to see the well-worn sole of the woman's sandal coming down on top of him. He threw his arms up, like that could stop a giant woman's foot from squashing you, but she stepped casually on him with a wet crunch. She kept walking, and when her foot lifted up again, he was gone. But I did hear a soft squelch every time she stepped down with that foot. This trip to the mall was definitely turning out to be the best one yet!

Then I started to get hungry (mom's cooking sucks) so I decided to go to Mannie's for another dinner. That place was busy, too, and they said it would be a thirty minute wait. When the hostess left, I walked in and up to a booth filled with a family of four. They ignored me, but that was okay. I shrunk all four of them. Then I looked down at little hubby, smiled at him, turned around, and sat down as if he weren't directly under my butt.

I felt him struggle for a second, and it felt good. But as my tush sank into the cushion, he could no longer move. Quickly, I felt his body crack and collapse underneath me, and after a couple of seconds, I felt a wet warmth spread under my right butt cheek.

I wiggled a little, settling into the seat with a smile on my face, then looked down at little wifey who was sitting right next to me, staring where her hubby used to be.

"Hi mom," I said cheerfully and kicked one foot up onto the bench in front of me. I felt something crunch under my heel as I dropped my foot down to rest on the bench. "Oops," I said innocently, and we both looked under the table over at the other bench.

The daughter (about twelve) was still sitting where she had been near the wall, but the son was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was a red ooze dripping down from under the back of my heel.

"I'm sorry," I said sweetly, "did I squash your son, ma'am?"

Wifey didn't say anything. She just sat there, looking up at me with big, scared eyes.

"Well," I said, "we don't want your daughter growing up being an only child. And without a father, at that." And then I lifted my other foot up and brought the back of my heel down on the screaming daughter with a splat.

Then Wifey started screaming. I put my finger up to my mouth and told her to shush, but she wouldn't. So I picked her up and gave her a little squeeze in my fist. That shut her up. But then she started screaming again, so I began to squeeze harder. Her screaming fizzled out into a high wheeze, and then I heard and felt her bones starting to crack. Her face turned purple and started to bulge. I squeezed harder to see what it would do, and there was a sickening crackle, and then her head exploded! I guess I shoved everything she had inside her up into her head so fast that the pressure was just too much! Her guts oodled out onto my hand, but I kept squeezing until my fist was as tight as it could get. Then I took a napkin and held it under my hand so I could open it.

Her body had taken on the shape of my hand, and I could even see little ridges where the lines in my palms and my fingerprints had pressed into her skin. It was cool, but messy! I wiped my hand off with the napkin and waded her squished body up in it. Then I waited what seemed like forever. There weren't even any drinks around, so I knew the family hadn't been served yet. After nearly ten minutes, in which time I stared out the window into the mall and shrank people at random just to watch them dodge feet and finally get trampled (though two made it into nearby shops and I decided to go into those shops when I was done eating to see if I could find them) the waitress finally showed up.

"Hi," she bubbled, "what could I get ya'?"

"Another waitress, you damn slug," I said, and promptly shrunk her.

I looked over the edge of the table and saw her tiny and sprawled on the floor. She was dazed and was having trouble getting up. I guess maybe the sudden change in size, or maybe air pressure, made her pass out or something. I don't know. Maybe she was hypoglycemic.

Now I know what you're thinking, that I cut off my nose to spite my face. There I had waited ten minutes for a waitress (and why didn't I just wish one up in the first place?), and when I finally got one, I shrunk her. Well, that thought crossed my mind, but no sooner had I thought it, than another one happened along.

She was wearing the normal "take-advantage-of-women" dress code for Mannie's; a sleeveless white shirt boasting her huge bust-size, a skimpy pair of cutoff shorts, and white deck shoes with no socks, and she was just as bubbly as her now bug-sized co-worker.

"Hasn't Stacey come to help you yet?" she chirped, swinging her brown ponytail back and forth.

"Well, she did come, but she said that she was going on break and that Laura would be along to help me," I cheerfully lied, catching the new girl's name off her name tag.

Laura's face screwed up in a dimwitted look of confusion. "Huh, she didn't say anything to me." She shrugged, then said brightly, "Oh well, what could I get ya'?"

I smiled sweetly. "Well, first of all, I think the people here before me were pigs or something because they left ketchup all over that bench." I pointed to the other bench, and Laura looked down at it.

"Ew," she squeaked with a disgusted look on her face. "Sorry."

Laura produced a wet rag from her belt pouches and began to wipe up the remains of the tiny kids I had squashed. As she worked, I nonchalantly looked down at the floor to see if Stacey had been squished yet. She hadn't. But she was still struggling to get up like a beetle turned over on its back. I got an idea.

"Um, Laura?" I said.

"Hmm?" she asked, straightening back up and slipping the now red-stained rag back into its pouch.

I gave her a "don't look now, but..." expression, pointing to the floor. "I hate to say this, but this place seems to be crawling with insects.

Laura looked down at the floor and saw the "bug."

"Oh," she breathed, and quickly stepped onto Stacey, her foot sinking into the carpet. When she moved her foot back, Stacey was wriggling faster than ever. She really did look like a half-squashed bug. Laura put her foot back on top of her and pressed harder a couple of times. With the third step, there was a muffled crunch, and she lifted her foot to reveal the squashed remains of her co-worker.

"I'm sorry about that," Laura said, producing the rag once again and stooping to wipe the mess from the carpet. "We're having some problems with bugs lately."

After that incident, I ordered and she brought me my food. Of course I did the usual of shrinking people and watching them get stepped on, sometimes by accident, sometimes because they were mistaken as insects. Those were mostly done by the waitresses.

As I was eating, I noticed a couple, in their twenties, fighting outside in the main mall. They were dressed nicely and seemed to be on a date, albeit a bad one. I could hear the woman reaming him about making her pay for dinner or something. Before it was over, they had, rather loudly, both agreed that that would be their one and only date. Then they started fighting over who was the worst date.

I looked around and noticed that everyone but me was doing their best to ignore them. So I did my stuff, but slower this time.

Before the woman's eyes, the man started shrinking. They kept fighting for a few seconds more, but then they began to notice the size difference. They both shut up and she just watched him, open mouthed.

Slowly the man dwindled away. Soon he was no longer a head taller than her, but just up to her chin. Then his forehead was level with her breasts, and soon after that, her waist. Before long, he was no taller than her knees. Smaller and smaller he shrank, until I finally I stopped him when his face was level with the tops of her high heels.

The woman just stood there, staring dumbfounded down at him. She looked around, but nobody had noticed. Then she looked back down at him, and smiled. Quickly, before anyone noticed him, she swooped down and snatched him up in her fist. He wriggled like mad as she shoved him into her purse. And then, smiling down into the darkness at him, she snapped the purse shut, looked around hastily, and then hurried out of sight.

I just smiled and kept eating.



* * * *

the Mall (b)



Laura brought my check just as I was finishing my meal, and I just smiled oh so sweetly at her. After she left, I looked at it, snickered to myself, and then shrank out of sight.

I had not intention of leaving just yet. I looked at my watch and saw that there was still a couple of hours before the mall was supposed to close. So I just sat there, about an inch tall, waiting to see what happened next.

After a couple of minutes, Laura returned. At first she looked confused. She looked down at the check, didn't see any money, and just stood there, looking blank. Then her face twisted into fury, and she whispered (under her breath, but I heard it loud as anything) "Fuck!" With that, she was off, I guess hoping to catch me before I got too far. I just laughed. And then I waited some more.

She soon came back, fuming under her breath, her face beet red. She slammed down the tray she was carrying and began to load my used dishes onto it, all the while muttering curse words to herself. She never noticed me. I wonder what would have happened if she had. Maybe she would recognize me, but probably not. She would most likely mistake me for a bug and either slap me flat on the bench or brush me to the floor where she would squash me underneath one of her canvas delights. That would've been great, if it had happened! I guess I could have wished for it, but I decided not to. I wanted to see what would happen naturally.

Laura finished bussing the table, wiped it down with the red-stained rag, and left in a huff. And I waited some more.

Soon after, the hostess brought over the next patrons. To my excitement, it was a couple of youngish women, I'd say in their early thirties. One had auburn hair that went to the middle of her back. She wore a navy business suit. I couldn't see her feet, but it wasn't her feet I was thinking about at the moment.

The other had bright red hair, almost to the point of orange, which curled down to her shoulders in thick ringlets. She was freckly, but extremely nice looking. She was wearing a white blouse with the sleeves pushed halfway up the forearms, and a black skirt that went to just above her knees. She also had on a pair of black nylons, but like I said, I wasn't paying attention to what was on her feet or legs. After the hostess asked them if this booth would be fine and they said yes, they each chose a side to sit on. The redhead chose my seat.

The adrenaline immediately started rushing when I saw her begin to turn. Casually, she flung her purse over me where it landed several feet (to me) away with a shaking thump. Then she bent her right leg in order to slide it under the table and over the bench. As it slid past me, I could smell her perfume waft over me. Sunflowers. Man, that scent brought back memories!

But anyway, there was a silky rasp as the back of her thigh slid against the vinyl of the bench. I looked above me as the light was blocked by her huge, beautiful form. Her firm ass was situating itself right over me, and I saw with building excitement that I was directly under her right cheek. When she had slid in a ways, she began to lower herself. I'm sure it didn't even take a second, but to me it was in slow motion. The curvature of her cheek seemed to disappear as it approached me with a gracious falling, like a huge blanket drifting down to cover me. I could feel the heat coming off her body and a momentary thrill of fear shot through my own when I came to the sudden realization that I was about to have several tons of woman crushing me into oblivion. Of course I quickly made the same wishes I had when Michael's mother was about to stomp me into the floor of her kitchen, and none too soon.

With the force of a falling boulder, the woman's ass cheek slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs and pressing me deep into the cushion. At first it felt almost soft, and I orgasmed as my entire body was enveloped and lovingly squeezed. Then I felt my right hip pop out of joint. Of course it didn't hurt, but felt like a sudden burst of extreme pleasure. If I had any air in my lungs, I would've moaned in ecstasy. Her crushing weight settled down on top of me even more, and I felt my back touch the hard wood of the bench beneath the cushion. I stopped moving, but my body kept compressing. My other hip popped out, and I felt my shoulder snap. Soon, my ribs started cracking; slowly at first, but faster and faster until with a liquidy crunch, the entire cage collapsed. My head was forced to the side with an angry pop from my jaw, and I felt and tasted blood flow from my mouth. My head groaned from the pressure like those submarines you always see in the movies when the guy gets nervous because it's his first time down and it sounds like the entire sub will collapse on him, and it quickly succumbed to her weight with an explosion that echoed in my ears.

Soon everything stopped moving, and my body eased into its new, flat form. Mind you, all the pops and cracks and crunches of my bones and joints were a new orgasm for me. It was almost as good as when the mother stomped on me and then ground her foot around, but not quite there. Close, but no. Probably because there was no movement to push me into more orgasms. Once my body had finished crushing, I could do nothing but lie there beneath all that weight, slowly riding the ebbing tide of my last orgasm. And then I passed out. Even though I didn't need to breath and I didn't feel pain, the ecstasy and ultra pleasure of the experience left me exhausted.

What seemed like a long while later, I awoke to movement, which of course sent my body into new waves of pleasure. Something was going on above me. The woman had begun to slide a little to the left, smearing my body beneath her butt. And then, with a burst of light, I was airborne. The woman was standing up, and I was stuck to her ass cheek! I saw the cushion falling below me, with a big red spot and streak from where I had been squished and dragged. And then the world was a blur of motion around me. I was moving at high speed with a smooth swaying motion, but with each step the giant woman step, I was jarred with the booming impact of her feet. Then I heard a woman's voice.

"Sally, you have something stuck to your butt."

The movement stopped suddenly, and I felt the woman turn her back in an effort to see what was stuck to the seat of her skirt.

"What is it?" she asked, not really caring.

"I don't know," Sally's friend answered. "It looks like a french fry with ketchup or something.

"Sick!" Sally exclaimed, and I was suddenly struck with a mighty swipe from her hand. My smashed body slid a little on her seat, but I was stuck too good to completely fall off, actually meshing with the fabric. It took two more brushes from that beautiful hand to finally dislodge me, and I fell quickly to the floor with a slurping thump, where I lay in a misshapen, bloody heap of flesh and clothing.

From my vantage, I was staring straight up the back of Sally's leg. I could now see that she wore black heels, not quite stilettos. My gaze stretched up, up, and up even more up her towering leg, and partly up her skirt, but she was wearing black panty hose, so I couldn't see anything but shadow.

Sally lifted one foot and swung it over me, giving me a brief glimpse of the well-worn underside of her shoe, while she turned around to look down at me. She squinted down at me, and then bent her knees to get a better look. Her face screwed up in a disgusted expression, and she straightened back up and looked at her friend.

"I don't know what it is," Sally said, "but I guess it was on the seat when I sat down. It looks almost like a squashed insect or mouse or something.

Her friend, towering above me on my opposite side, shook her head. "No, it's probably just a ketchup package or something. Here, hold still."

She grabbed a couple of napkins from a nearby table and tried to wipe my blood from Sally's butt as best she could.

"Well, that's gonna have to work until you can get home and use some stain remover or something. Let's go."

That said, they both took off. Sally glanced back down at me and then began to stride away. Her friend didn't even look at me, but stepped over me, showing me that she, too, wore heels. One of those heels touched down on one of my mangled legs (I don't know which one) and the thrills it sent through my body were fantastic! I guess I stuck to her heel because my body jerked hard, and I think that leg was torn off, but I don't know. All I know is it was incredibly stimulating!

I lay there for a minute, deciding on what to do next, and I was just about to wish myself back together, when Laura thundered into view. She was barreling down on top of me, growing impossibly larger with each step, and she was still pissed. I saw her lift one of her white-canvas-clad feet from the floor, saw her massive bare leg swing forward, drank in the sight of her huge tan, rubber sole, and then gurgled in torrid lust as her foot blocked out my sight of her towering body and smashed into me with enough force to spread the heap of my body out several of my feet to every side.

I felt a river of pleasure racing through my body as her massive weight slid over my body, dragging it across the carpet and tearing it to shreds. Laura stopped moving and I heard her mumble a thundering "Shit!" and then she lifted her foot from my remains.

I could see several small bits of flesh and fabric embedded in her sole amid a deep red stain of my blood, and then her billboard face was peering down at me from high above. She gave me a look of abhorrence, and then scraped her foot back across the carpet, wiping my remains from the sole. And then with barely a glance down, she thudded over and past me.

I just lay there. Had I any muscles that could still operate, I would be twitching. A few more women stepped on me and didn't even notice. I guess I was ground into the carpet well enough for them not to slip on me. After a little while, I wished myself whole, regular size, and outside Manny's. I wanted to go find those two that got away.

I remembered seeing one guy run into an earing shop, and the other...awww yeah!! Right into Victoria's Secret! I decided to save him for last. I looked at my watch. Still an hour to go before closing. Not that it mattered. I could keep the mall open and all the people there, or I could go back in time, or anything. I was all powerful.

So I walked into the earing shop, and there were a few girls standing around looking at stuff, and a bored attendant standing behind the counter. The shop wasn't very big, but there were a million places for the little bastard to hide. I decided to be discreet, so I made myself invisible and started crawling around on the floor. Once, a girl fell over me. I couldn't keep from laughing and she thought her friend had tripped her and thought it was funny. They left the store fighting.

Anyway, it took a few minutes, but eventually I saw the little guy run behind the counter. I followed him, but didn't try to grab him or let him know I was there. The attendant was standing behind the counter with her loafers off, and her feet didn't smell too nice. She was about my age, a little on the pudgy side, but not too much. From my view point she looked pretty tall, but I guessed she was just around 5'3" or so. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt that had the logo to the store on it. She wasn't wearing socks, so I guess she had her brown loafers off to air out her feet, and man, did they need airing out!

I watched the little guy as he stared up at the girl in fear. Then he looked around and couldn't see anyway to go but under her. There were no more hiding places for him. So he turned around and started back in my direction. I got an idea.

I made myself visible but only to him. And then I said softly, "Boo!"

The little guy jumped out of his skin and fell back on his butt! He was gibbering in his high-pitched voice, and I saw his jeans go dark in the crotch. Then he scrambled to his feet and ran for his life. I guess he didn't know what he was doing, because he ran right up to the girl's left loafer and climbed in as best he could at half an inch tall.

Perfect! I thought excitedly.

I saw him peek his tiny head over the rim of her shoe (he was kinda swaying, so I know the smell had some effect), and I stuck my thumbs in my ears and wiggled my fingers at him while making a face. He ducked back down faster than a mouse in a hole.

I stood up, leaving an image of myself to keep him scared enough to stay in the shoe, and walked to the other side of the store. Then I made myself visible again. Then it got kinda strange. I concentrated on seeing what the little man saw, and also on sensing everything he did. Suddenly I was gripped by extreme fear. I had to calm it down, kinda turn the volume down, and I almost felt sorry for the people I did this too, because now I knew how scared they were. Almost. Actually, it turned me on.

I closed my eyes, and I could see the inside of the girl's shoe, and I could smell the strong, intoxicating odor of her foot. It was wonderful! Then my vision turned to outside when the man looked out of the shoe. I saw me crouched a few feet away, and the view ducked back into the shoe. I laughed. Then I opened my eyes. I hoped this worked.

"Miss," I said, calling to the attendant.

She jumped a little. I guess she didn't know I was there.

"Uh, yeah?" she said, kind of annoyed that I was bothering her.

"Um, I was wondering if you could get me this thing off the top shelf?"

She sighed and then said, "Yeah, hold on a second." And then she looked down. My heart skipped a beat. Quickly I turned around and closed my eyes.

The little man was scared shitless! Apparently when the girl started talking to me, it drew his attention to her, and he was staring up at her from within her shoe. She looked a mile tall, and she was staring down at him, at me! inside her shoe. I was afraid that she saw him/me for a moment, but then she bent her knee as she lifted her left foot into the air. My heart beat faster, or was it his? I couldn't tell, and I watched as she swung her great foot into view over the open mouth of the shoe. I was cast in shadow as her giant pink, wrinkled sole blocked out the overhead light, and then it quickly began to lower towards me. I screamed, or rather he did, as we watched the foot falling towards us, the girl's face far above with an uncaring, and unseeing look etched across it. Then her foot swung outward and the earth shook as she gripped the edge of her loafer with her toes. I saw her first three toes peeking over the side, so close I could feel their heat and smell the sweat drifting off of them. I backed away from them (well, he did, I wanted to reach out and touch them!) and further down into the shoe. No! I thought, and he stopped. I wanted to see everything.

The ground shifted as she dragged her loafer closer with her toes. I lost my footing and fell onto my back, unable to get up from his paralysis by fear. I stared above me as she slid her sole along the outer edge of the shoe, making a dry, raspy sound that reverberated within the loafer. Slowly, her face disappeared and the light was blocked out by her advancing foot. Still we couldn't move. Then I felt something soft and heavy touch my chest, and then it pressed harder, and my mouth and nose were covered by the soft, moist skin of her sole. It smelled wonderful and the taste was magnificent. My breathing hitched as the man started to hyperventilate. And the I felt an involuntary stirring between my legs. It was strange, and I didn't know what it was. At first I thought I was peeing my pants or something, but then the feeling grew somehow hard and I felt a pressure down there. It took me a moment to realize that the man was getting a hard-on! It was so strange! I didn't even know what it felt like to have a penis, and now I had a stiffy!

The excitement at my new member grew to shudders of pleasure as I felt the giant foot slide down over my crotch. The rough skin rubbed hard against it, and I moaned in barely restrained pleasure. But then I let myself go. I felt the weight of the girl slowly pressing into my body, pressing the air from my lungs and flattening my prick against my abdomen. The feeling was sheer heaven! Her foot slowly and roughly rubbed down the shaft, and I involuntarily spasmed with an orgasm. I felt a warm wetness spread across my tummy as I guess I ejaculated. My body convulsed in another orgasm, but this one I knew was my own. But more warmth spread out. The member was jerking uncontrollably with orgasm after orgasm! I guess they were spurred on by my own orgasms! I bet this was the first time in history that a man ever had a multiple orgasm!

The weight started to increase steadily, and my body was forced still. And then I began to flatten out. The man tried to scream, but nothing came out as we had no more air. I could feel The rough patterns of The girl's bare sole pressing into my face, forcing my head to The side and smashing my skin into my skull. Joints started popping and I felt my legs crack in several places. As with both times before, each new pain was a new level of ecstacy. From The feeling of The skin pressing into my face I guessed that my head was now directly beneath her heel. So she hadn't yet rocked her weight back onto my head.

I felt with a rush of thrills my legs being pulverized as her weight rolled from her toes back up my body. Then my pelvis collapsed, smashing my still jerking "manhood" into liquid paste. Her weight shifted up onto my stomach, and I felt The organs being shoved ruthlessly upward, bulging and tearing my esophagus. My rib cage was The next to go, and warm liquid spewed from my gaping mouth as my throat split on either side and my guts shot out through it. I knew that The man was alive during all of this, and that thought excited me even more, if that was possible. I realized that meant that each time I or anyone else crushed another human being underfoot, he was alive until his head was smashed. Okay, so it's not a sound theory, but it's certainly exciting. Alive to feel The weight pressing down, unforgiving. Alive to feel each burst of pain as another joint popped out of place, another bone split into fragments. Alive to hear The terrible ripping sound as his innards broke through The skin of his neck.

And then I felt her heel press harder against my head. My eyes bulged in The darkness, and I could actually feel The ridges in her skin rip into The flesh of my face. Her heel forced my head to compress, and I felt my eyes actually pop from their sockets. From The man's throat, a hollow, wet groan slowly rose, and with a sharp squelch, our head squashed like a rotten pumpkin.

With a snap, I was back in my own body, sweating and trembling. I took a quick gasp of air, and turned around.

The girl was still looking down, putting her other shoe on. She hadn't noticed a thing. It struck me as odd that something that can be so devastating, so erotic and pleasing to one person, could go completely unnoticed by another. After slipping on The other shoe, she disappeared into a doorway, I guess to get a step ladder or something. I took The opportunity to slip out.

Wiping The sweat from my brow, I breathed deeply and turned toward Victoria's. With a smile (I couldn't believe I was still up for anything!) I walked over to The shop and inside.

Immediately as I passed through The door, I heard a shriek. I looked over to my left and saw a woman, probably in her twenties and dressed to The nines, staring disgustedly down at The floor with one spike-heeled foot raised high in The air. I looked down and saw The diminutive form of The other escapee cowering in The foot's shadow. And before he could even squeak his protest, she slammed her foot down, sending a shower of blood in all directions. Then she twisted her foot back and forth, and lifted it. All that was left was a bundle of torn rags in The middle of a tiny grease spot.

I gasped in excitement, and The woman looked up at me with nearly black eyes. Then she smiled, "Damn bugs. I hate them with their spindly little legs. I stomp any one I see." She then began to peruse The lingerie about her.

Well, I thought, I certainly didn't expect that. I turned around and left The store, my head spinning. When I got outside, I leaned against The wall to catch my breath. I couldn't believe all The luck I was having. Nothing but women had stepped on The shrunken people, and I didn't even have to expend a single wish to get that to happen.

I looked at my watch. The mall would be closing in 30 minutes. I would've expected it to have closed already! I guess things didn't happen as slow as I thought. Hmm... I thought, 30 minutes to spend. What should I do. I looked up and noticed that there was still a lot of people in the mall. I smiled. I knew what I was going to do.





Part 5: And now for the grand finale....



I closed my eyes with a smile, and when I opened them again, and everyone was gone. Well, okay, I've said that enough. They weren't gone, they were just reduced to a carpet of wriggling, 2-inch tall, mini people. They didn't even seem to notice. They all just kept walking around as they had been. Of course, they were all spread out about 3 feet away from each other, and I couldn't have that, so I concentrated and then everyone that was in the mall was packed in tight in the little courtyard where I was. That got people's attention. Suddenly either they were in a different place than they had been, or they had people appearing out of thin air right in front of them. Now I had a true carpet of squeaky little people.

I grinned hugely, and my stomach started to flutter. I anticipated what it would feel like to walk through them. I looked down at my white Reeboks and turned one over to look at the sole. I imagined that it would be the last thing they would see. As they died, the last word they would speak, besides unintelligible screaming, would be "Reebok" as they read it from the bottom of my shoe.

I giggled and held my hands over my stomach to try to calm it down. Then I looked down at the teaming mass of people spread out in front of me, and walked forward.

When I reached the edge of the crowd, it began to move away from me. The squeaks grew louder, and when I looked close, I could see many terrified faces staring up at me, their mouths moving frantically. I lifted my left foot in the air and held it over them, and laughed as they scrambled over each other to get out from underneath it. But I didn't let that happen. Instead I stomped down with all my weight and sent a shower of blood and guts out over the rest of the crowd. The squeaks got even louder, and I saw several people disappear beneath the stampeding feet of their neighbors.

Then I just started walking forward. I concentrated on what was going on beneath my feet and I could feel their bodies pop and spurt and wriggle as I stepped my weight down on them. Some of the squeaks were cut off as I squashed the life out of the tiny people. They were all running away from me, but they couldn't go fast enough. Soon I was upon each one of them and they were falling in the shadow of my descending foot.

When I reached the center of the crowd, I began to do a slow dance, pumping my feet slowly up and down in the middle of the little guys. This was great because they couldn't anticipate where my feet would land next. I would lift a foot up, dripping blood and corpses onto the crowd below, and swing it over them. I laughed as the tried to shove their way out from under my foot thinking that it would come crashing down on them, but I would keep swinging it and finally bring it down on top of some completely unsuspecting people. The crunches and squelching sounds it made were very loud. They echoed in the empty mall with their tiny screams.

After a little while, I decided that I wasn't getting enough feeling through my shoes, so I sat down hard in the crowd. I felt several people burst beneath my butt, but could also feel several more still alive and struggling against my wait. I moaned and rubbed myself for a little bit, but then I began to pull my shoes and socks off, tossing the shoes in the air and watching them fall heavily into the crowd, causing even more people to explode into red sprays of blood. Then I slowly set each bare foot down on top of the people, feeling their tiny hands go up and push against my soles. It tickled, and I drew my feet back quickly as I giggled. Then I slowly brought them down again, but this time I kept going when I felt them lightly tickle my soles. Their struggles grew even more frantic as I put the weight of my legs onto my feet, and a lot of people fell to the floor as my bare soles pressed down onto them. It felt strange, like I was trapping small mice or something. They were warm, and they wiggled around so fast that I nearly orgasmed just from the feel of it. I felt a couple of them squish beneath the weight of my legs, but most of them survived okay. Then I put my hand behind me, catching a few more under my palm, and pushed myself up.

There were some pops and my hand suddenly felt wet as I squashed the ones trapped beneath my palm, and then the ones under my feet began to break and crush. Their struggles stilled, and then they burst suddenly. I watched as blood and innards squeezed up between my toes as I stood up. When I was fully standing, I looked down with an evil grin at the little men and women. Of course they were still running and screaming for their lives, but I wasn't going to let that deter me.

I lifted up one foot and looked at my sole. It was stained a deep red, and there were tiny, flattened bodies stuck to my heel and the ball of my foot. The instep was pretty clean still, so I decided that I hadn't put enough weight into my step. So I set my foot back down, catching about 6 more people under it, and leaned my weight forward.

They squeaked and gurgled as I stepped down, and then the crunchings stopped when my sole completely met the tiled floor. I leaned forward even more and felt and heard more pop. Then I lifted my other foot off the ground and put all my weight into it. There was no more popping. When I picked my foot up and looked at the sole, I could see that my arch was still relatively untouched, but there were at least a couple of stains on it. I shrugged and put my foot down, squashing more instantly.

Then I started walking again, reveling in the feel of dozens of bodies pulping beneath my every step. I was so taken by what I was feeling that I was startled when I heard one of the mall's doors burst open. I looked up and saw two girls run in from outside.

One was a little over 5 feet tall, about 16 years old, had sandy-blond, curly hair, and was wearing those blue jeans with the bell-bottoms, and a pair of Birkenstocks. Her shirt was the skintight kind that showed off her breasts and had short-sleeves. The other was dressed pretty much the same way, but she was wearing some chunky Doc Martins. She had black hair and the most amazing aqua eyes I had ever seen. They were still several feet away, but her eyes were big and stood out from the rest of her. They were both fairly pretty. And they were both running.

"I hope we're not too late," the Birkenstock girl said breathlessly.

"The mall won't close for another 20 minutes," reassured the other.

They were in such a hurry that I guess they didn't notice anything strange, and they ran right up to the edge of the crowd, and then right into it! Their shoes crunched over the people without even a glance down from either of them. People were kicked into the air and sent flying where they landed on top of their peers a few feet away. After a few steps, Birkenstock noticed that she was stepping on something and looked down as they jogged. When she saw the moving carpet beneath her sandals, she screamed and jumped into the air, landing with both feet with a loud splat onto more people.

Doc Martins stopped running and turned around, twisting her shoes into the crowd. "What? What's wrong?"

Birkenstock pointed at the ground with a shaky finger. "Look! Bugs! Everywhere!" she stammered.

Martins looked down and gasped. Then she got curious, and leaned forward to look at them. "Ohmigod!" She took a step back, her feet crunching over several more people, and spun around to see that they were surrounded by them.

"Jenny....Jenny...Jenny...!" she stuttered in a squeaky voice.

Jenny looked at her. "I know! I hate bugs!"

Martins shook her head, her breath was hitching and she was trying not to move and step on anymore, but she was so frantic that she couldn't stand still. "N-no...no...they aren't b-b-bugs...."

Jenny was still shaking and standing on tip-toe. She kept losing her balance and stepped everywhere, pulverizing more and more people. "What are you talking about, Rachel?!?! Look at them! They're everywhere!"

Rachel was turning green, and she looked like she was about to throw up. "They're...they're...they're pe-people!"

Jenny was still looking down at the "bugs." "What? What are you talking ab...." She looked down at her feet, squinted her eyes, and screamed again. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod!"

"Thanks," I said, "but you can call me Jesse."

They both looked up at me quickly. They hadn't even known I was there.

I slowly walked over to them, my feet squishing through the people. Rachel and Jenny watched my feet with their mouths open.

"Yes," I said once I reached them, "they're people." Neither of them could breath, they just stared at me. "And if you look close enough," I continued in the best evil voice I could come up with, "you might see someone you know." I pointed down at the floor. "Like him, perhaps?" I picked my bloody bare foot up and slammed it down on a group of people, spraying their innards onto Jenny's sandaled feet.

Jenny screamed and jumped back, crunching down on more people (it was amazing we still had so many left. It was a big mall!) Then she lost it. She started going crazy! High stepping all around, trying not to step on people but squashing more than I had! I casually walked up to her, put my hand out, grabbed her throat, and shrank her until she was lying in my palm.

I looked over to Rachel. She was wide-eyed and staring at my hand where her friend now lay. Calmly, I walked over to her and did the same thing with my other hand. She couldn't move.

With both shrunk and in my palms, I smiled down at them. They stared up at me, Jenny screaming her head off and Rachel just open mouthed and staring. Then I stretched my arms out, and clapped my hands together as hard as I could.

Blood shot out from between my hands and coated my face as Jenny's scream was abruptly cut off. I peeled my hands apart and looked at my palms. All that was left of the two were two sets of bloody close, both stuck together. Their bodies had been liquefied.

I was startled again by clapping behind me. I spun around to see a familiar face but it took me a second to recognize it.

"Sheila!" I said.

"Bravo," she said as she continued clapping. "Bravo. I have to hand it to you, you're one of my most exciting yet."

I was confused. "Excuse me?"

"Well," she said, "you're not my most creative, but you certainly are exciting." She walked towards me, her feet smashing some of the survivors in screaming squelches. "Messy, but I like it."

"One of the...." I began, but she cut me off.

"Now, as for the little matter of payment."

I shook my head, totally confused.

She looked at me with a little smile on her face. "You mean I didn't mention anything about payment to you?"

I just stared at her.

"Well," she said, "you owe me for this great gift I've given you, and now it's time to pay up."

"But, I haven't finished yet," I argued.

"Oh, I know," she said, "but I'm starting to get bored, and now I want what's mine." She must've seen me look worried, so she said, "Oh, don't worry. I have a feeling you're going to like this."

I calmed down a little and smiled. "So, what do I owe you?" I said.

Sheila smiled at me and held out her hand. Then I found myself just like I was in the beginning, sitting in her palm, staring up at her gigantic face.

"You will become mine," she said in a whisper. "Mine to do with as I wish. Your life from now on, and after, will be given to me. Your flesh, blood, mind, and spirit will belong solely to me. I will be your owner."

My heart leapt in my throat and I began to shake.

"Are you scared?" Sheila asked, sounding like she didn't really care.

"No!" I said. "I'm excited! It sounds great!"

Sheila almost looked disappointed for a moment, but then she smiled. "Okay, then. Shall we begin?"

* * * *

"And that's how I ended up here," Jesse finished with a smile.

Meredith felt like throwing up. She couldn't believe she had sat for so long and listened to it all. But, something deep inside her had made her. Almost as if that part of her, that deep, dark part of her, had enjoyed every word of it. Had wanted to be Jesse. With a wave of nausea, Meredith remembered that she had been Jesse not too long ago. She looked up and saw a rather large crowd of other people gathered around them. They had all been listening to Jesse's story. Meredith saw that they had also all been equally as enraptured as she had.

Meredith staggered to her feet and shoved her way through the crowd. She had to get some fresh air, if that existed in the strange place they were in. She wasn't sure if she should have engaged Jesse in conversation. In fact, she wasn't sure if she could ever engage anyone else in the place in conversation again. That could make for an extremely lonely eternity, if Sheila had her way. Meredith had a very real idea that Sheila always got her way. She always had and always would. That was just the way of the world.

End