Mathew awoke to the sound of papers shuffling around and the light drumming of someone's fingertips on what sounded like a table. As usual, his senses reactivated one by one as he lay there recovering from his last ordeal. His tiny heart fluttered in his chest as small pulses of pleasure radiated through him with every beat of his little heart. It was subsiding, but not for long as he finally looked around to see where he was.
Chemicals all over the place, a broken Victorian-looking machine in the corner buried in old books, some drums of random substances in the other corner. It looked like a laboratory of some sort... He was likely right, because the girl was sitting at the table writing on some paper with ink and quill. She was humming to herself, and he was very... very close... The paper was to his immediate right, and her hand was to his left, and she was down past his feet. She looked a bit dirty and grimy, but the place looked a bit unkempt as well. Like a personal laboratory, not some professional looking place that had actual standards to uphold.
Slowly, he pushed himself up to a seated position with all the strength he could... That got her attention immediately. Her eyes locked onto the bit of motion, and her face curled a little bit. He looked up to see her beautiful green eyes locked onto him as she let out a light scoff of disgust.
"Ugh... Ants..." She groaned, lifting the hand nearest to Mathew up to squash him.
He fell back in response, just as her fingertip moved over his little body. He looked up to the skin that was about to flatten him as it blocked out the lights above and instantly let out a moan. The sound wasn't really audible to her, but that didn't matter... She was interested now. He moved in response to her in a way she didn't really expect - not scurrying away like a bug might have, but falling back.
"Wait, what?" She said, setting her quill back in the ink well.
Instead of crushing him, she gently brought her fingertip down and used her nail to nudge at [REDACTED]. Mathew squirmed a little bit in response, and her eyes widened immediately. It was a tiny human! One that was moving, something that was absolutely out of the realm of possibility in her mind! She cleared her throat, retracted her fingertip, and stood up in her seat to look him over.
"Dash my wig!" She exclaimed, "Can you speak?"
"Yes!" Mathew squeaked out, though she didn't understand.
"I..." She stammered, "I didn't quite catch that?"
"Yes! I can speak!" He tried again...
"I mean obviously you speak something... Or maybe you're just responding naturally to my voice?"
More and more of the worlds that Mathew has visited resulted in the same. People were understanding him less and less due to his size, which made him even less of a human being to whoever he was around. She looked around her dirty table to see if she could find anything to help aid their conversation. That's right! She had a voice amplification machine she was working on stowed away in the room next door! She would just have to go get it and put him on the microphone, perhaps she could at least understand him that way? It was worth a try at least.
"Hold on!" Abbey happily said, "I'll be right back..."
And with that, she turned to leave. Mathew yelped as her hand hit him, dragging him along the table only to have him fall to the floor. The fall was scary, but the little being landed without much injury. He lay on his back, gasping for air as he gazed up to the side of the table he was just on... A few minutes later, Abbey's footsteps could be heard approaching and the door swung open. She was what looked like a modified gramophone, though there was no place to put a record for it to play.
"I don't really know if this'll work with you being so small and all!" She said excitedly, stumbling over to where she was. "I can't believe it..."
Her sock-clad feet landed just to the left of his little body, which was still recovering and unable to move. The gust of wind was absolutely foul, filling his lungs with the thick scent of foot sweat mixed with motor oil. He moaned again, shifting uneasily as he watched her slide the machine onto the table above him. His left hand was pressed under her sock, and he could feel the warmth and sweat covering him. She hadn't noticed his absence yet as she hastily put the machine together in order to try and communicate. The cool air around his little body became hot and muggy as she frantically moved about high above.
His breath was shaky as he lay there in pleasure, wondering when she was going to notice. Then, her foot slid just a little to the side, and her heel lifted. The sweat-soaked fabric brushed over his front and [REDACTED]. His face was buried in the oily, sweaty cloth as he was forced to lay there and listen to the enthusiastic girl above preparing for 'first contact'.
Then, her heel began to bob up and down...
She didn't completely step down on him, though a few times she buried him enough for him to feel as though he was going to pop. The major torture of this was [REDACTED]. He began to moan, clawing at the hard ground as she idly toyed with him - without even realizing it. He was staring up at a wall of soft, dirty, grimy, oily, and overly-used sock fabric. The pleasure was overwhelmingly intense... He felt like he was about to burst when she finally stopped...
"Wait..." Abbey said softly, her heel settling down on the ground as the little one was buried in fabric again. This time, [REDACTED]... "Where are you?"
Her voice was so unbelievably sweet and innocent. Mathew lay, his breath filtering through the rancid air as he felt her pressing down on him. His eyes stung with sweat and his little body ached with [REDACTED]. He was on the brink, his little hands gripped at her sock tightly but he couldn't even squirm. He could feel her motions as she looked about, picking up bits of her paperwork only to set it down. She was frustrated, but determined to find her new little friend. The chemist/engineer lifted little cups, pressed apart bits of science stuff to see if he had hid behind them in her absence. Alas, there was nothing to be seen...
He couldn't take it anymore... Mat let out a little squeak [REDACTED]. It wasn't a relief though, as the pleasure never subsided... Not for a second. He screamed, taking in breath after breath of the foul odor now fueling his next [REDACTED]. Though, that wouldn't come in this world.
Casually, Abbey stepped to the side toward the door. Her right foot lifted, taking Mathew with it before falling violently to the ground. Mat squeaked as he felt his body hurdle through the air, then her foot pressed on his little form. It was enough to burst him - his intestines evacuated his abdomen as his chest collapsed in on itself. His skull began to elongate, but instead of walking - she just stood there... Thinking...
"Where could he be?" Abbey said to herself, biting her lower lip...
Mat wasn't dead yet, just barely clinging onto life as his body became one with the muck on her sock. It only took a few more seconds for his skull to pop, and for his vision to begin to fade... It wasn't very long for Abbey as she thought, finally deciding to check the floor. She lifted her right heel up off the ground, revealing Mathew's pasted body as the last bit of life left him. Casually, the girl looked around the floor in hopes of finding a sign of his presence... She didn't notice the insignificant spot of blood near where she was standing before. She scanned the ground for movement, and let out a sigh when she saw none.
"I..." She started, looking back to her little makeshift communications device. "I guess i'm going mad."
Defeated and exhausted, Abbey picked up her device and began to walk toward the door again to put it back in its place. Every step smashed Mathew's body further and further into her grimy sock, until he was indistinguishable from all the other sweat and oil smudges she had accumulated over the years of wearing them.
"Heh... Little men wandering around my lab. What an elaborate fantasy..."