"Here..." Mathew heard as he felt his hair nearly rip from his scalp... "You can use this one, he looks like he likes it anyway."
His tiny eyes flickered as they adjusted to the light. She came into view pretty quickly - A cute dark-haired girl who looked him over from head to toe. His scalp screamed in agony as he dangled there, bare for all the world to see. His [REDACTED], he had no idea how long he had been in this world before he regained consciousness - It must have been long enough for one of the girls to find him and keep him around.
"But he's so cute!" She said, reaching forward to gently tap at [REDACTED]. She giggled a bit as he began to squirm in her friend's grip. "You're sure it feels good though? I've always been really careful not to do something like this on purpose..."
"Allison..." The girl Mat hadn't seen yet said from behind him, "They're like drugs... Seriously, try it out."
Gently, Allison's fingertips wrapped around Mat's tiny body. He felt her warmth radiate around him as the woman holding his hair let go. It was like a small roller coaster ride as he was brought down to the floor between her feet, which were still trapped in a cute pair of white flats. Mat lay down calmly, looking up to the woman above as she stared down to him.
"I don't know about this Chelsea. I mean, it really creeps me out when I get them on accident."
"Look though! The fucking loser's just laying there waiting for it."
Gently, Allison reached her index finger behind the heel of her left foot and pulled her flat off. She did the same for her right, gently slipping them both aside as her warm toes flexed on either side of him. Mat could smell the scent of her foot's sweat radiate over him - while they likely didn't smell too bad to a normal sized person, to him they were intense. After a few seconds of pondering, she gently slid her right foot over the little one and set it down on him gently. Mathew felt as her toes gripped his head, his body quaked gently beneath her as she gently pinned him down.
"Well, what are you waiting for? He won't crush himself..."
"But what about the stains?" Allison replied, gently rubbing her foot on Mat's little body. Each passing 'stroke' caused more and more little twists and turns beneath her. Strangely enough, it really did feel like the little one was eager to be in the position he was in... Every so often she would stop her toes over his head, grip it for a second, then let it go. "I mean..."
"Here, If it'll make you feel better..." Chelsea said as she reached into her bag to reveal another struggling human. This one did NOT appear to like his situation. He flailed and squirmed to get away, letting out little yelps of fear every so often as he did so. Gently, Chelsea brought her free hand over to his little legs and pinched the right one - hard. "Watch. The easiest way to get the pathetic little squirmers to keep from escaping is..."
She didn't finish her sentence on purpose. She quickly rotated her fingertips, pulling down enough that his femur snapped like a tiny twig. She was careful not to be too rough, and she wasn't worried about internal bleeding because he'd be flat soon anyway. He screamed bloody murder, his voice curling into painful tears as he dangled there...
"Pretty frail..." Allison commented, still gently kneading at Mathew's tiny body. She could even feel his [REDACTED] beneath her too...
"Watch this..." Chelsea said as she gently set the tiny man on the ground before her.
She lifted her right foot over him and pinned him down, enjoying the chill that ran up her spine as the pure surge of power washed over her. Allison leaned forward, putting pressure on Mat enough to feel him flatten slightly - though he wasn't in danger of bursting. She watched Chelsea as she gently pressed down. The man's muffled screaming could be heard - though it was fairly high pitched... It switched to a low gurgle, before she watched her friend's foot 'jolt' down to the ground. Chelsea lifted her heel a bit, pressing her foot into the floor like twisting out a cigarette before lifting it up to reveal the tiny man now stuck to the floor like gum.
"Jeez..." Allison said gently as she watched the show, seeing a person get flattened like an insect... "Do they stain much though?"
"If they did, My socks would be blood red, not pink." Chelsea replied coldly, pulling out another little squirming man for fun. "You don't really have to snap all their legs, just the ones that fight too much. Makes it easier..."
The mention of breaking his legs got him to calm down quickly - He was smart, and though he was in panic he still knew that struggling would get things to be worse... Mathew's little hands gripped and tugged at Allison's muggy sock. She was just idly kneading down on him now, and it was so overwhelmingly pleasureful for the little one... A few more gentle presses, [REDACTED] onto Allison's sweaty sock, but she didn't feel it or notice it - The glow went away quickly when it soaked into the fabric anyway. [REDACTED] - No... It still kept building. Mat heard the gurgling crush and the screams before, but this time he was able to see it...
He looked up just in time to see the second man fall. His legs weren't broken, he just landed on his back and writhed in agony for a minute as the sting from the fall ripped through him. Chelsea's cute pink sock came down immediately after, and he disappeared. She was pressing down just enough to pin him, but not enough to kill him... Mat could hear the muffled cries from beneath her foot...
"They look so weird when they squish..." Allison said, giggling a bit as she watched from above... Her foot still ground down into Mat, gently kneading... Gripping at him randomly.
"I haven't killed this one yet." Chelsea said slyly, gently twisting her foot back and forth. Each twist produced a faint, but still audible muffled scream... "I like the way he squirms."
"Mine's squirming too." Allison said, running her toes down Mat's body to gently poke at his crotch. She then ran them back up, pinning him down to the floor once more.
"That's because he's a pathetic little pervert." Chelsea replied. "Watch this one close... If you really want to enjoy your first conscious kill - You should try it this way."
"Alright..."
Just then, Chelsea slowly pressed down. Mat could hear the muffled screams from beneath her foot as her victim's body flattened. It sent a chill up his spine as she slid her foot back down his little body. He wrapped himself up around her toes, and gently began to lick at the dirty fabric of her sock-clad toes.
"Now your turn." Chelsea said as she leaned back, slipping her right foot under her left and casually lifting it off the bloody mess below. Strands of gore dangled from her foot, nearly connecting to the pelt that was once alive on the floor. "It's easy..."
Allison did as she was instructed... Trying to replicate the same way that her friend just killed the tiny man a moment ago. Mathew lay on the ground beneath her foot as it slid up over him. Slowly, the smelly sock's fabric engulfed his body and the light was cut from his vision. He could still see a bit as his lungs struggled to draw breath... His body quaked in pleasure as he tried to keep himself from [REDACTED]...
Slowly, Allison began to press. She was really not very good at what she was doing... Her foot rolled a bit, twisting down onto Mat awkwardly as his right arm took the brunt of the pressure. He could feel it immediately begin to flatten - the skin of his bicep and forearm bulged out before being torn from the bone like chicken meat from a leg. It was all contained in the skin though, causing Mat to let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain. He squirmed, though it was unclear even to him why he was squirming.
"He's all wiggly!" She whimpered out, holding over her mouth as she began to roll her foot back over him.
"Keep pressing..." Chelsea urged her on...
Slowly, Mat could feel his body compress beneath her. He gripped at her sock as his chest began to crackle and pop like popcorn. Chills ran up Allison's spine as she felt this, the slow systematic popping of Mat's bones beneath her was strange. She didn't know what to make of it! Was it good, or was it a bad chill?
"Eew!" She squeaked out, just as Mat's intestines burst from his abdomen.
She immediately lifted her foot from the floor, assuming the 'burst' was signifying his death. Nervously, she looked to the bottom of her foot to see Mathew still there, his legs twitching, his hands gripping her sock as he took gentle breaths of her foot's sweat. [REDACTED], something neither girl even noticed on her sock.
"How'd it feel?" Chelsea asked.
"Gross! He's still alive, look at him moving! Is this normal?!" She squeaked out, flexing her toes a bit as Chelsea laughed.
"When you don't kill them it is!" She replied, "Fucking insects. Just put your shoes back on, It'll die soon."
Mat didn't hear much after that, she quickly dropped her foot back to the ground and slipped it into her flat. Mathew felt his back slide against the well-worn insole of her shoe as she tugged it up around her heel. She slipped her other foot into her shoe as well, but she was still extremely gentle. Mathew survived the ordeal easily, even with his intestines dangling from his body...
"This is so weird!" Allison complained, flexing her toes in her flat. "I can't believe you got me to do this..."
"I have a few more over here we can play with if you want." Chelsea said as she stood up, beckoning Allison to follow. She hesitated at first, standing up on Mathew's little body after a few seconds of thinking about it. She kept most of her weight off of him, and even when she began to walk she awkwardly rolled her foot on her heel to avoid killing him outright.
"You're walking like a fawn." Chelsea said, noticing the care she took with Mathew. "Just walk, the loser in your shoe won't make it anyway."
"Alright..." Allison said, taking her first 'Real' step.
With that, Mathew felt the crushing blow roll up over him, smashing his tiny body easily into the fabric insole... With a squelch and a sharp burst of pain, he was sent into his next reality. As much as Allison wanted to clean him up, Chelsea advised her not to... After all, He was her first purposeful crush - and hopefully the smudge he became would be a testament to all that would die after..