title: The Case of The Miniaturizer of Mexico aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Alozec] id: [52340534] date: 星期四, 六月 1日 2023, 9:27:06 晚上 modified: 星期四, 六月 1日 2023, 9:44:40 晚上
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The Case of The Miniaturizer of Mexico
Author: Alozec Source: The Case of The Miniaturizer of Mexico
The Case Of The Miniaturizer Of Mexico
Lead Investigator: Aloezec
Subject: Alex ‘Pozole’
Case File No: 122822
Notes: Includes slight musk, lite-violence, non-descriptive deaths, masturbation, sexual fluid, vore
I only just recently came to Mexico to study architecture, the university happily accepted my request to take a few courses on the subject, and I was still getting used to my routes to and from the academy.
Tonight felt darker than usual, but I felt adventurous, a quick shortcut through the park couldn’t hurt, I was already finished with my university assignments for the day, and I was looking forward to getting back home.
I heard this part of town is cursed, with nearly a hundred disappearances over the past few weeks, perhaps it’s simply an odd coincidence of runaways? I brush the thought off, continuing through the dimly-lit park, humming a tune as I put my EarPods in to drown out my surroundings.
Tonight felt different than usual, but you felt lucky; you’ve been roaming the shadows in your usual hunting spot, carefully navigating away from the recentlygrowing patrols of police in the nearby districts; perhaps it’s simply an odd coincidence of thefts or muggings?
“Heh, not quite...”
You comment to yourself, slowly bringing out a well-worn and somewhat rusted metal container from your jacket pocket.
After bringing the old mint box to your ear, you couldn’t refrain but smirk, as you begin to hear multiple muffled screams and frantic yelling from within, getting higher in pitch and severity when you give it a few shakes.
A few strangers straggling from the public path nearby get your attention, you can’t help but smile as you prop up the hood on your jacket, following them deeper into the darker depths of the park.
As a rustling in the bushes briefly spooks me. I pause for just a moment, walking up to the shrubbery to investigate.
The snapping of a small branch behind me immediately gets my attention, I quickly turn around.
Before I can ever get a word out, I’m suddenly pushed up against the cold metal bars of the park’s fence, a hand being pressed against my neck.
A tall, gruff man aggressively sneers at me, another one walks up from behind him, brandishing a small, yet sharp switchblade.
Any of my struggles and cries are muffled, the man in front looks towards me.
“Wallet, phone, all of it.” He commands.
You worry when you noticed that I heard your movements in the bushes. You witness the other two strangers from earlier sneak up on me, and you decide to change tactics.
After struggling relentlessly with my attacker, the other man with the knife knocks me onto the floor with a thud.
I have little time to react, I shield my face as I close my eyes, flinching from the incoming knife strike.
I’m surprised when I hear the metal clang of the knife impacting the stone floor. I look up to where the man with the knife was standing, confused to see nobody there.
“What’d you do!?” The other man asks, picking the knife back up, homing in on my position.
I back up to the fence as he rushes towards me.
Before I can even scream out, a small flash of white blinds my vision, I witness the knife fall to the ground yet again.
Another figure emerges from a nearby hedge, silhouetted from the dimmed lighting within the park.
Meanwhile, you were awaiting to ambush the nearby group while they were distracted, sneaking towards a tall hedge to take cover behind.
You witness one of them pull out a knife, it seemed like they were intending to use it without hesitation
Taking aim with your finger, having your hand mimic the shape of a pistol.
“Boop.” You whisper to yourself, pulling your thumb back as you pretend to fire your finger gun at the group.
After a brief flash of white, he’s nowhere to be seen.
You emerge from your hiding spot, slowly sneaking up behind the other man, who was now very confused from the sudden disappearance from his partner.
After seeing him go for the knife, you immediately raise your hand, snapping your fingers. As expected, he also vanishes after a small flash of light.
Still confused from the mysterious figure, I attempt to get a better look at you, but instead I witness you carefully placing something into your pocket.
“What you did to those two?” I ask in relief.
You typically have three rules when it comes to how you picked your victims:
One, no kids: You’re no monster, you let people a least have a chance to choose their destiny before crossing paths with them.
Two, no police: Too much police attention would enforce stricter limits on your already-limited hunting spots; using your powers on law enforcement could also result in US agencies to assist, a big no-no for you.
And three: “No witnesses.” You comment, looking back at me with piercing eyes.
My relief soon turns into confusion as you look at me menacingly. I gasp when I see your eyes faintly glowing blue.
My next instinct is to run away, wanting nothing else to do with you, as I dash in the opposite direction as fast as I can. “You’re not going anywhere.” You yell out.
I briefly look behind as I attempt to escape, a small flash of light blinds me momentarily.
When my eyes readjust, I notice something completely wrong, but before I can react, I run crash into a massive metallic wall with a ‘Thonk!’
I look up, seeing a tall wall of red and white. Confused, I quickly turn back, a ginormous wad of pink rubber and an even bigger hump of yellow foliage could be seen in the distance.
The other shape in the background got my attention the most, not only did it appeared to be moving, but it was impossibly huge, I couldn’t even fully comprehend what I’m earth could be so big.
You stride towards a bench and overfilled trash can, which was where you suspect I landed nearby, slowly and purposely adding as much weight to your sneakerclad footsteps as you could.
As the blurred monolith inched closer and closer into the light, I noticed something that almost makes my heart stop; a sneaker, the size of which I couldn’t even process, slowly landing onto the vast wasteland of stone and misshapen rocks.
I could feel impact reverberate, having a sudden realization that the sneaker wasn’t impossibly big, I was just impossibly small! I attempt to look at the figure in the background, I can barely make of the humanoid features, a seemingly endless height of bright-yellow from your running pants and the bright-blue from your sports jacket.
Rushing for cover behind the titanic soda can, I can’t help but look behind in disbelief as your other foot came into view.
I try my best not to think about the impending monstrous feet that could effortlessly smush me at any moment from now as I whimper in a confused state of disbelief behind the soda can. At this point your steps are so gargantuan, I start to worry that the soda can I’m hiding under could roll over me from the seismic activity of your stomping soles.
As you get closer, you see a bunch of discarded trash that didn’t quite make it to the nearby bin. You casually kick away a rotten banana peel, sending it flying across the path; I scream out when I see the remains of the now-alien object randomly land nearby with an audible ‘splat!’
You’re getting so close, I can now hear the worn leather of your sneakers scrunch and crinkle as you position you feet for each step. I can’t help be shudder as I take yet another peak from behind cover.
You take your next step, unknowingly treading in a lump of pink gum that was resting on the pavement, I could even hear the sticky and rubbery substance stretch and squish as it was forced into the treads of your shoe, giving one last and loud ‘thluck!’ as your foot ascended into the sky once again, unawarely taking the wad of gum hostage.
You continued to march forward, completely aware of me hiding in fear behind the can. I feel every single one of your another steps, and then another and another until you suddenly stopped.
The loose shoelaces from your sneakers landed nearby, I gasp in fear when I realize your feet were even larger than I initially thought! Even your shoelaces alone dwarfed my now-minuscule form, the thickness of them alone had to be at least twice my size, maybe more!
I quickly escape from cover, not wanting to take any chances of being underneath your next footstep, with my only nearby shelter being the banana peel you kicked moments ago.
Your giant sneaker lifted off the ground, the sound of cracking stone and freshly crushed gravel filled my ears as your sneaker descended once again.
I can feel my whole environment around me change dramatically, the air felt much more denser as the shadow of your god-sized self began to take engulf my surroundings.
The dark void of light outlining your shoe was looming, I didn’t even need to turn back, I only needed to look directly up to take a good look at the heavily-worn underside of your godly sneaker, a fate I was starting to increasingly worry my life would end up beneath; the sight of the flattened chewing gum partially stretched under your previous footstep was a grim reminder of what my life would become if I didn’t push myself further to escape the incoming destruction.
Almost being crushed alone by the endless barrage of falling debris now loosened from your previous stomp, I continue to run as fast as I possibly can to take refuge, I’m unsure if I’m going to make it at the rate I’m going, just barely avoiding another clump of gravel and dirt that landed right beside me.
The weight of your foot slowly crumples the soda can, the sound of the hollow container collapsing under such an immense force echoed in my head for what felt like a lifetime; as the metal can crumples and compacts, your sole gets ever closer to my level.
The edge of your footfall was getting close, but it was to no avail; the crackling of your sneaker as it flexed and flattened onto the floor nearly deafened me, the scraping sound of metal giving in to your foot’s weight sealed my fate as it fully landed on the hard, cold floor.
Incased in complete darkness, I struggle to not panic—Putting my hands in front of me, I attempt to feel for anything I can make out. Suddenly I make contact with a very rough, hard surface. A wall of pockmarked rubber, heavily worn and cold to the touch, and yet also somewhat moist.
Not having much choice, I quickly place my tongue on the wall to get a further analysis, nearly gagging in disgust from the taste, almost as if I just tasted a wall of dirt.
My ears can feel and hear an odd sense from above, something big is shifting in the ceiling, I have a very bad feeling about this...
Moments after, I am greeted by a sudden light emitting from all sides, blinding me from the surprise shift in environment.
The ground begins to violently shake, and I suddenly realize where I was: I only barely dodged death from being trapped within the winding tunnels within your sneaker’s tread. The maze-like pattern lifting my up from my vision made my heart sink, I needed a moment to catch my breath, still shocked and stunned from what I was looking at.
After slowly approaching me, you take a moment to relax on the park bench. You weren’t sure if I initially survived your footfalls, taking a gamble on my life, you didn’t care if you crushed me or not, you already hit your target quota for tonight.
Meanwhile, I remain just outside of your previous footstep, with your other foot being closer to me than I was comfortable with.
In fact, I could see every imperfection and random crap that adorned your sneaker. I don’t have much time to look, as the dangling shoelace accompanying it nearly takes me out with a fierce ‘swooosh!’.
While I’m unaware what was happening to my shrunken body in my new microscopic state, I knew you must be the cause of it; I have little choice but to run towards you, as you lazily slump onto the wooden bench. I can hear the wood react to your weight, and at this size I can clearly hear it crack and creak as you shift your Bun’ butt onto it.
Just as I’m about to make a beeline to your shoelace as it relaxes onto the ground, I notice you shuffle yet again, this time you put down the hood of your jacket, then you reach down to your shoes to fully unite them, I scream as much as I can to get your attention, flailing my arms and jumping up and down when I see your massive hand swoop down to reach your shoes.
After untying your laces, you carelessly flop your footwear on the floor; airing out your tired feet, you give your socked soles a few wiggles and scrunches.
Down below, I take cover from the state-sized sneakers that plummeted into the ground, the impact alone sent shivers down my spine.
The scent of freshly-worn footwear immediately took over my mind. After peeking out from the small crack in the floor, I flinch from sheer instinct of seeing one of your now-unoccupied shoes discarded on the floor, the opening of the sneaker directly in front of me as it laid on its side.
I try my best not to stare at the discarded shoe as I try to find a way to escape, I knew there was no way for me to your attention down here, and after looking back up, those giant, well-worn socked soles wiggling and scrunching from above did nothing but taunt me, the sheer size and density of them was daunting, I was completely useless on the ground.
I decide to slowly creep towards the opening of one of your sneaks, I daren’t even imagine what lurks inside.
Reaching out, I can feel the smooth and cracked leather of the heel of your sneaker rubbing against my skin, I feel the warmth from inside, it was surprisingly calming.
A sudden warmth begins to radiate, this time from above, I can barely comprehend what I’m looking at first, until I feel a squishy, pump ‘thunk!’ knock me off my feet.
When I look back, the biggest pair of socked feet I’ve ever seen lazily rest on the ground.
I instinctively move away from your shoes; worried that I might be inadvertently near your next target.
I take one massive gulp, as i look the socked foot directly in front of me.
Although hesitant at first, I give one of your toes a meaty punch, the sweat-soaked fabric squelched for every punch I threw at it. After a minute or two of non-stop punching, I carelessly and profusely pound at your godly digit with both my fists as fast as I could.
It didn’t take long until my arms started to ache. I finally stop the assault, panting as I looked at my hands, which were now covered in a layer of dirt and sweat.
Try as you might, you poorly attempt to feign any awareness of my presence, purposefully using your other foot to respond to my barrage of punches. Had you no clairvoyance with your shrinking powers, you most certainly would not know of my existence under your feet.
Down below, I frantically scramble away, trying my best to stay out of the way of the ever-approaching socked behemoth headed for me—I know I won’t be able to avoid it, there's no way I could.
Bracing for impact, I gasp, helplessly shielding my face with my arms until I’m met with the coarse and squishy fabric of your socks. I attempt to yell out, only to be met with a mouthful of disgusting, crunchy sock fuzz.
Even with my mouth full, I still attempt to scream from the agonizing pain I’m going through. My already inaudible screams are further snuffed out, muffled even more under your unforgiving grasp.
As you lightly scratch your feet with one-another, I’m immediately pinned, and even when I think I’m about to wiggle my way out from under your foot, another small shuffle effortlessly throws me into another random direction, I can even feel the cool air being pushed past my flesh, through the thick fabric of your socks.
Seconds feel like minutes as you continue to violently molest my puny form, still under the mercy of your powerful toes; my body being smushed and rolled around as you nonchalantly scratch that oh so faint itch.
Even when I try everything in my power to fight back, the only thing I could do was to roll over and over to evade your deadly digit, I’d probably be sliced to pieces had you pinned me with the tip of your toenail.
But even with my slight movements, you are quick to pick up on my very small motions, stopping for a moment as you rest one foot upon the other, once again sandwiching me between the folds of your sock threads.
I look up slightly to find you sitting on the wooden bench, watching me with amusement.
My eyes are pleading with you to please stop, I'm begging you to stop the torture; I want to live, I want to be free... But I realize I'm just wasting my breath.
You continue to casually rub your foot against my chest and neck, I desperately try to escape, but I know I will never get away from you; I'm completely helpless under your grip.
Your foot is relentless, it continues to grind and squeeze my body; after what now felt like an endless session of torture finally stopped abruptly. You’ve had your fun with me, but you had yet another devilish plan in mind.
A small scrunch of your soles gets my attention; I notice I can’t move my legs, and one of my arms are pinned under something soft and squishy. I look down, horrified when I notice most of my body is now entangled in a white sea of cotton threads.
As you prop your foot onto your leg, you can’t resist to give me a childish wave as you giggle at your foot, as I attempt to not throw up from the sudden shift in height.
“Heya!” You say, greeting me with your ear-shattering voice.
I squeak from the unexpected loudness of your voice, my ears ringing from the sudden disturbance; I try to speak, but only manage a weak whimper, the pressure of your foot has left me in a state of utter weakness, I barely have the strength to even breathe, my body now too numb from your brutal ‘foot massage’.
"What? Is my foot too big for ya’?" You chuckle, lazily resting your head on one of your hands.
All that comes out in response is a feeble mumble, still struggling to untangle myself.
You continue to stare at me with your huge hazel-colored eyes, making me feel all the more pathetic and tiny.
You then lean forward, I feel your breath hitting me as you gently place your lips over my position. My body stiffens from the shock of your warm, wet lips touching me, I try to pull away, but I can barely move, the weight of your lips was excruciatingly heavy, but soft enough to not break me.
A small string of saliva trails from where your now-lint coated lips touched. Your passionate, yet brief kiss managed to loosen a few of the threading I was tangled in, I shakily hurry to move my limbs as much as I can, hoping to break free from the small stands of cotton. Even if you can barely see me, I still wasn’t comfortable doing such a bold escape attempt with your distant giant eyes looking down upon me.
Just a few vigorous shuffles later, and I finally snap one of the restraining threads holding me in place. I could now easily shimmy my way out of the others with the extra support of having both hands free.
I can feel the last fiber give in—I dash as fast as possible; a large chunk of recently cut thread that was still wrapped around my leg briefly followed my movement as I unawarely and involuntarily bring it with me, only for it to slide off after I started picking up some speed.
The floor was like nothing I could ever describe, I could see the pink and slick skin of your sole from above the surface of your sock, which looked completely different at my minuscule size: The socked floor I was running on now resembled the softest chain link fence I ever felt, yet still hard enough to support my tiny weight.
I try my best to avoid the tiny imperfections of your sock, as even the smallest of holes or tears were big and noticeable enough for me to fall into. The faded and worn shades of blue mixed across the vast off-white field of cotton that was your footwear both shocked and horrified me.
I was so small I could notice every single unkempt fold as you slowly scrunched your foot in anticipation, the ground contouring and shifting into a small valley of lumps were enough to slow me down as I struggled to scale the newly-formed ‘hillside’. Unfortunately, I got too careless, not paying attention to my footing for just a moment; I stumble and trip over one the many uneven patches of your sock.
Suddenly the realization of how different my life was hit me: The very thought of someone’s mere foot becoming a whole landscape to get lost on brought a tear to my eye, there was no chance I was going to live the life I once knew again.
"Well, aren't you a little adventurer!" You say, chuckling at your own joke.
My mind is racing with thoughts I can’t even process, I'm horrified that someone as big as yourself is calling to me. Me? I’m so fucking small, how could he possibly see me? Similar questions of reason and reality were the last shred of sanity I could muster.
A snap echos from above as a familiar blinding light twinkled above.
A snap of your fingers and I’m gone... Poof!
I feel myself suddenly lying face-first in an extremely humid and dark place. I barely have the strength to move, realizing I was now coated in a thick mud-like substance.
I manage to wipe the sludge-like substance from my face, but my mind can’t make any sense from what I’m seeing.
The ground feels very wet and very squishy, and surprisingly warm, I can feel the moist substance ooze from under my feet from each step I take, I could even hear a squelchy slap as I did so, clearly reacting to my footsteps.
“Hey, where the fuck are we!?”
I’m suddenly reminded of what actual civility is like when a familiar voice surprises me.
Immediately, I turn back, and I’m both relieved and horrified to see the man who mugged me a few minutes ago.
Before I can even muster the words to respond, I’m interrupted by someone yelling from above... I have no idea who they were or where they came from; it was as if some magical entity just dropped them from the ceiling.
He fell with a thick splat, landing in the swampy surface with the rest of us.
To my surprise, I also recognized the other man—Both of them we’re the ones who attacked me.
I immediately dive for the one with less muscles in a fit of rage.
It wasn’t long until I was mud wrestling with the two of them, attempting to fend off from whatever they had planned—Even if they’re in the same mess I’m in, this would not’ve happened had they not shown up.
“STOP IT.”
A godly boom from above commands, stopping all three of us in mid-fight.
The creaking of wood echos, an uncomfortable shift in atmosphere soon grabs all our attention. The only source of light, an opening to whatever cave we stumbled into, now darkening from your looming shadow. We all look up in unison in horror, are we witness your face sneering down at us from above.
“¡Dios mio! If you wanted to fight it out so badly, at least let me participate! Pretty please?” You sob, mockingly.
“Let’s play hide and seek.”
A moment of silence looms for what felt like an eternity after you said that, none of us dare to take our eyes off you.
“Last one standing gets a new home. Anyone in my way gets turned into toejam soufflé!”
You carefully place you hand over the opening of one of your sneakers, the one you damn well know is occupied by three of your shrunken victims.
You give the shoe a violent shake, twisting it randomly for a few turns, then placing it back onto the floor.
Meanwhile, we all run for cover in fear after seeing your gigantic hand lower to our only way out (not that we could ever reach it if we tried).
Confusion hits everyone as we are all sent tumbling into random directions, I hear screams of the other two men fading away as I land up against the soft wall of sludge-coated fabric.
“There we go, y’all are scattered all nice and evenly...” you comment to yourself, giggling at your silly ‘game’.
I had to adjust my eyes after you moved your hand away from the opening, almost as if god himself turned the sun off and on with the flick of a wrist!
Still not entirely sure where I am, I look around, finding not much to go with; the ground was very sticky, and reeked of something vinegary. I immediately panic when I notice something dangling from the ceiling... I notice lettering, just barely visible.
‘MADE IN CHINA’
Wait... no, not that, something else.
A bunch of numbers and letters:
‘13 US 12.5 UK’
The other side of the label was heavily worn, and I couldn’t read it as the text was too faded, but I began to piece the arrangements of the notice together... Looking up, my fears are confirmed when I notice your socked foot cheekily looming above.
You’re about to put your sneakers on, and we’re helplessly stuck inside...
“W-We-we're trapped!” I scream in terror, trying to quell the rising fear that was starting to overwhelm me.
I wonder if I will ever see the outside world again, or if I am are doomed to spend the rest of my life trapped in this hellish place. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my lungs feeling like they may explode at any moment.
I can feel the ground being shifted as you reposition your foot into the opening of the sneaker.
With mere seconds left, I start to feel the environment warm up from your foot; I don’t have much time, I’m going to be directly under your heel if I don’t move it.
As the world as I know it darken from your body blocking my only light source, I
take cover to the warm and mushy walls of your shoe, once again coating my body in your thick sweat as I dived into the soft wall of weathered and wet fabric.
Meanwhile the other two frantically and helplessly scatter in separate directions, having less luck than I did; the first was stuck near the toe-end section, while the other was caught directly in the midsection.
A blast of warm air surrounds me as your monumental toes creep in from above; as much as I try to look away, the threat of your playful and innocent wiggling of your toes is too much for me to bear.
I back up as much as I can, but it’s clear I’m going to run out of room, as I see your magnificent socked foot whoosh by me, I’m absolutely speechless at the sight.
I couldn't help but get distracted by the sheer mass of your foot as I hear it stretch the material of your sneaker, shifting it slightly as you get your foot snug and comfy.
I can feel the material of your shoe squeezing me tighter and tighter; the heat radiating from inside as your giant foot pushes up, I begin to sweat from how hot it is.
I feel myself getting pushed towards the edge of the wall, my legs shaking as I try to stay on my feet. I start to panic even more, knowing I will be crushed.
I can feel myself trembling as the pressure of your foot presses against me; I try to keep myself calm, but the sensation was so overwhelming I could barely hold my ground.
The heat of the air surrounding me was too much to bear, I find myself beginning to sink into the soft wall of your heel, which is now smothering me with its warmth.
Further along near the midsection, you effortlessly linger your foot above one of the two men; having no any way to see what was happening or what was now flying directly above him.
If he wasn’t so small, you may’ve felt his bones crunch, his body submitting under your demanding sole as you graciously land it within the shoe.
His friend wasn’t so lucky, either, as he was quickly struck with the full might of your toes as your foot zipped across the stuffy insides of your sneakers.
Now that everyone inside was buckled up, it was time for you to do the same. You reach for the shoelaces, carefully and methodically tying them, giving them an extra tight pull just to be safe.
With every twist of the laces you take, I can hear the leather sides of the shoe being stretched, followed by the squeaking sound of the fabric pulling through itself.
I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that I was completely immobile under your massive foot, or that I couldn't even see what was happening above me.
The only thing I could think about right now was how grateful I was that I didn’t have the misfortune of being crushed between your toes or your deadly sole... That thought quickly disappeared when you were done tying up your laces; you slowly pull your foot back, shifting it and lifting it in the air as you took your first steps, with anyone inside unlucky enough to still be conscious now going through the most painful ride of their lives.
The constant pressure of your sock is beginning to take its toll on my tiny frame. I can feel every single bone in my body being squished and stretched as I'm carried by the soft cushion of your foot, each behemoth step you take makes me shake and quake uncontrollably, but still pinning me against the wet and warm walls within your sweat-soaked sneakers, my body gives in and falls numb to your foot.
You pause for a moment, letting out a deep sigh, shuddering at the thought of feeling someone go ‘Pop!’ from your titanic feet; you were in control, you were the arbiter of their survival.
Before leaving, you decide to pick up any dropped belongings that remained on the floor, putting them all into my nearby backpack, only to carelessly throw it into a nearby bush; leaving evidence in plain view was something you didn’t want to risk, after all.
You prop your hood back up, carefully yet hastily keeping to yourself as much as possible as you attempt to leave the park without any suspicion.
"Ahh... What a night..." you mumble under your breath, clutching your head as you finally made your exit from the park, making sure no-one saw you.
Almost an hour of walking later, and you finally arrive at your secluded home. Quaint enough to have some luxuries, but common enough to lay low at.
As the door creaks open, you’re aware you’re not alone, having countless guests within your residence... albeit of varying yet insignificant sizes.
You take off your hoodie, placing it on a rack outside your bedroom having a sigh of relief as you soaked in the cozy warmth of your home. You can’t help but admire your work, turning your focus on an innocent-looking wooden cabinet.
The door of the cabinet loudly squeaks and squeals as you open the cabinet’s doors.
“Wakey-wakey.” You say to the cabinet with excitement.
Inside the cabinet rested a row of nearly-arranged and crudely-labeled mason jars; 6 of them, to be exact, all of which had a piece of paper casually duct-taped to them. On each label was a measurement, ranging from <0.5cm to 5cm.
The contents of the jars made you smile with glee as you notice the usual stirred reactions from inside, especially the ones furthest down the row.
It’s too easy, you can’t resist a light tap on one of the jars, giggling as you see the more noticeable insects within it squirm and finch uncomfortably.
A quick and sudden ‘Boo!’ sends the smaller crowd in a short frenzy, forcing them to involuntarily back themselves away from your cartoonish face, which was probably distorted from behind the curved glass of the jar.
“Made you look!” You comment, pointing at no-one in particular.
Scanning the jars, you slowly begin pointing from jar-to-jar, sticking your tongue out slightly as you ponder which one to grab, the contents of each frantically reacting to your finger, knowing that any one of them could be ‘chosen’.
“Mmmmm, YOU! You, you, you!” You yell and point out at one specific jar, immediately grabbing it, then closing the cabinet door, making sure to give one final seductive wave at the crowds of shrunken captives as you did so.
A bead of sweat drops from your forehead as you begin to feel a wave of excitement, still smiling at the dozens and dozens of microscopic victims.
You shove open the door to your bedroom, slamming the glass on your bedside table, not even caring if the people inside were hurt from the sudden hard impact.
Meanwhile, I’m rudely awakened when I feel something scrape and bump my body, a loud ‘pop’ goes your shoe when you take your tired feet out of them, I’m too late to grab onto anything as I see your socked foot whoosh right by me, as I reach out my hand in an attempt to grab ahold, I suddenly fall to the ground with a seating crash as you drop your sneakers back on the floor.
“Damn y’all are tiny” you comment, squinting at the contents of the jar as you began to take off your bright yellow running pants, leaving your blue bulge-filled underwear on direct view to those within the glass cage, along with the silent whimpers of those held hostage.
“Y’all must be hungry.” You ponder, opening the lid, grabbing the jar as you hopped onto your bed, putting the container in your lap.
After a small pause to contain yourself, you proceed to carefully position the jar between the soles of your now-heavily-worn socked feet, rolling the glass back and forth between your soles, sending the unfortunate souls inside to collapse on oneanother, flying around as the sloped space switched their gravitational pull.
Soon the glass frame begins to steam up from the warmth of your feet, the slick sweat leaving imprints where your soles rested.
“It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, folks! The dinner tables are open for your enjoyment!” You joyfully yell out, propping the jar out at your relaxed feet, making sure to release most of the captives inside to land at your soles.
Carefully sprawling your feet upright, you position the bottom of your heels to be just next to the invisible crowd of specks bundled together on your bed sheets; a good majority of them appeared to be clamoring at the bottom of your heel...
whether that was in anger or desperation was irrelevant to you, you just enjoyed the attention gained at your godly feet.
“Ah, my bad, sorry fellas!” You sheepishly say, cartoonishly hitting your jaw with your palm.
You shift over to reach your feet, very slowly removing your socks in a teasing motion, you can feel every piece of crap, dirt, lint and dust elastically peel from your socks and onto your soles, biting your lip as you lift them halfway off your feet.
As you peel them off your heavily-dirtied and tired toes, you can’t help but wiggle them as you air them out, feeling a nice breeze touching the tips.
You’re rudely interrupted when you feel an odd, yet familiar presence... something in your mind is telling you that someone hopped a ride on your foot, as you carefully check in between each toe, you feel the presence intensify between your big toe. Leaning closer, you get a better look as you angrily snarl at whatever or whoever’s trespassing between your feet.
Unbeknownst to you, one of the victims in your shoe managed to wedge themselves under your toes thanks to a small hole in your sock; granted, it wasn’t his fault, he was just lucky enough to get swept up by your foot, it was honestly a miracle in itself that he was still alive, but you didn’t care.
The poor captive was now stuck, flailing around in a small wad of hardened toejam, his cries and pleas meant nothing, as the annoyed look on your face turns to a grin.
You carefully place your finger directly above the stranded gnat between your toes, a small glow surrounds the tip of your fingertip.
“Boop”. You happily respond to his shrieks and regretful begging, as a small burst of energy is shot from your looming finger.
Just like that, where once an insignificant creature that was squirming between your toes, WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION, now only a dry, petrified husk of gunk that easily blended in with the rest of the random crap between your digits.
You give your toes a brief wiggle, and any remains of the human-shaped scum were now crumbled in with the rest.
After dealing with that annoyance, you shove one of your damp socks inside the jar, which was still occupied with a few shrunken mortals within.
You give it a good few shakes to ensure anyone left inside was going to have to work for their ‘meal’, you can just feel the confusion and fears for those trapped inside, of which the majority now sent flying into your steamy footwear.
No matter how many times you've done this before, it never gets old. Every time you can't help but smile as you watch your tiny victims struggle, their desperate whimpers only encouraging you further.
Next, you jammed your other sock in the jar; you give it a good smush, with barely any room left to close it properly.
You gave the jar another good shake before placing it on top of your bedside table, only to hear a soft thud as it hit the surface.
As you turn your attention back to the microscopic crowd still in awe at your raised soles, a sigh of disappointment leaves your mouth as you can feel some of them disperse in defiance.
With a devious grin, you can almost see the cogs in their heads working through their options: either they could survive the harrowing ordeal or be killed by your merciless body... Not a choice really, since none of them wanted to die, but you weren’t quite sure of how desperate this batch was.
You can almost feel them cringe, knowing exactly what was about to happen, displaying your toes as you stretch your feet as much as possible over everyone.
Slowly, you lower your soles; unfairly, you know nobody down below will be able to dodge your immense feet... But, then again, you didn’t expect them to try.
Every single scream from your bedroom guests could be felt, your crotch begins to swell just a little bit after thinking about how everyone was trembling over your body.
Your toes curl at the thought of all of them being crushed, you can feel your heart beating faster and faster as you wait for the inevitable; taking your time and spreading your feet apart, giving the crowd a chance to prepare for the incoming onslaught.
Patiently, you wait for the typical reaction, as the first few specks begin to scatter.
Some got lucky, others went straight to the front of the line by being directly smushed against the mattress from your unforgiving heel.
You begin to slide your weight on your feet back and forth, the tiny victims struggling as they fight to escape the wrath of your powerful soles.
It’s almost like you can practically feel their fear, you can sense their terror, their desperation... and to some strange few, their lust.
You can feel your own heartbeat as the already-inaudible screams and pleas somehow become even more muted as you slam your foot down with a satisfying wet stamp.
"Come on, you gotta fight for your lives, guys! The life of a bug is not worth dying for!" You cheerfully yell out to the crowd.
After slowly lifting your feet back up, you couldn’t stop smiling as you felt the tiny creatures glued all across your feet, they were all so energetic, eager to live, it was adorable... It made you want to squeeze them.
You wiggle your toes around, causing a few of them to get lost in the cracks between your toes or trapped under the folds within the imperfections of skin across your foot; some managed to fall to the floor, landing gently on top of the soft mattress of your bed.
You take a moment to enjoy the view before you begin to wiggle your feet back and forth, making sure to give each and every speck of shit and grit hiding among your body an equal chance to escape or take cover.
As you let your spec-sized friends do their thing, you can almost feel the tension building in your crotch, no matter how many times you've done this before, it's always a thrill. Your balls start to tighten up, you can feel the faint arousal in your groin as your cock begins to rise, you can't help but moan softly to yourself as you feel your shaft grow, your only thoughts are of the tiny captives serving your feet, surviving off the random crap you’ve collected from your footwear.
You bite your lip and grip your sheets tightly; your growing erection now jutting outwards from your groin.
It’s too much, it’s time for some help.
Without hesitation, you immediately grab the old, rusted mint tin that was now resting on your bedside table. You get even harder upon hearing the confused screams inside it.
They don't deserve it, you think to yourself, you don't need to be nice to these pathetic vermin.
The metal container opens up, as you face is the first thing to greet the dozens of shrunken people within it, some smaller than others, but all equally afraid and confused.
Your first instinct is to grab the largest captive, who barely fit between your fingers; you decide to playfully roll the frightened creature between your digits, only to slowly plop the poor thing onto the surface of your glistening tongue, giving it a good suckle as your focus returns to the rest in the small box, eyeing both it and your ever-tightening bulge within your boxers.
Without even considering who to choose, you nab half a dozen smaller-sized specimens, quickly discarding them into your underwear, lifting the humongous canopy of your pants to throw them at your still-throbbing genitals, not even caring to see where they landed; you feel the elastic material snap back as you remove your hand from your underwear, giving your bulge a few light pats.
One of the unlucky folks trapped underneath could barely stand up straight, the unusual and weightless floor underneath him shifted and contorted, resembling that of a waterbed. Completely unaware of where he was, he felt an odd churning sensation beneath his feet—The sensation only grew with each passing second, and then the whole floor began to rapidly expand.
As the poor microbe panicked, he accidentally slipped on the moist surface, falling into a small fold that was increasingly expanding. The panicking only worsened his situation, as the land around contorted around the fold he was hiding in, which soon surrounded him.
Any screams he made were already pointless at his size, but were soon cut off as the skin around your ballsack engulfed him, easily snuffing him out of existence... Or at least of what little existence he had, anyway.
Upon giving your mighty cock a few strokes, which was still under the covers of your underwear, you feel your balls tense up, you curl your toes in anticipation, biting your lip as you slowly stroke your cock.
“S-sorry guys, I hope you don’t mind, but I need this...” You comment, quickly grabbing your socks back from inside the jar, carelessly untangling the pair from each other, accidentally dropping one of them onto the open tin, still crammed with terrified crowds; You present your hungry cock at the opening of the other sock, completely unaware and uncaring of any hitchhiking passengers who were involuntarily brought along for the ride, who were just moments ago attempting to scavenge for scraps of lint or toejam to survive off of.
You wrap the sock around the shaft of your cock, you can still feel the dampness of the cloth, and the sensation of it only makes you moan even more as your excitement increases, the thought of those puny little bastards below having no choice to but to submit to your godly member was just pure perfection.
Next, you grabbed the other sock, clumsily knocking the mint tin over, spilling your precious cargo miniaturized mortals on your bed.
The two remaining mites helplessly clinging to life within the threads of your other sock were relieved to be picked up, praying that you would shelter them to safety... Their reliefs turned to dust as they noticed your hand scrunch the cloth, squeezing them in place as you moved it to your giant bun’ nose.
You took a deep breath as you enjoyed the scent of your worn sock, compacting it as much as you could as you molested it with your nose; your cock stiffening even more as you begin to masturbate with the other hand, increasing in speed and strength.
As you do so, an unfortunate passenger managed to wedge themselves directly under your nose; the dark void of nothingness staring them in the face as you’re about to take your next inhaled high of footwear. Obviously he was no threat to your lungs, which effortlessly sucked the almost-weightless parasite into the vacuum of your respiratory system.
I can hear the shifting of your weight on the bed from within the sneaker, the rhythmic creaking of the springs within your mattress echoed into my ears as you continued to beat your meat; I was still completely unaware of the lewd events taking place from above.
You could feel them, each and every single one of them, now squirming and twisting, unable to resist as you mercilessly stroked; All of them hoping that they’d be saved before they're swallowed by the sea of semen you're about to unleash.
A splash of thick pre dribbles down your shaft and ballsack, dripping from the tip and running down your inner thigh, the sheer thought of anyone surviving the onslaught of pleasure you’re releasing is mind-blowing; the rush of dozens unwillingly giving in to your cock’s desire sends you swooning in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh fuck, yeahhh. You’re all mine, don’t stop you tiny fucks.” You grunt out through gritted teeth, your cock still firmly clenched as your eyes roll into the back of your head; you can feel your balls tingle as they begin to ache in anticipation, your cock continues to wildly pulsate, the tip bulging out as if it was going to explode at any moment.
Folks at and on your feet began to worry when they noticed your soles twitch and clench as you jerk off, a rather unlucky victim enjoying the whole sex show from between your toes found themselves a part of it when a stray shot of pre obliterated them, with any of their remains now left running down your foot, along with the small trickle of your seed.
You hit your limit, and you finally blow your load, shooting out in thick rope after thick rope of sticky love juice, your legs buckle as you release your seed, as the tiny specks of shit and dirt are swallowed whole from your lustful release; those who weren’t vaporized by the sudden wave of semen violently shot at them at blistering speeds were forced to take shelter from the oozing aftermath of cum that was now pooling down your shaft.
The unluckiest of the bunch were unfortunately swept off their feet by the incoming tsunami of lust, stuck inside your gooey trap. Their fates were sealed upon dribbling down your now-shrunken and relaxed balls, reaching their final destination between your unforgiving asshole, which puckered and twitched at random from the aftermath of your recent activity; those who didn’t drown in your seed were pulverized between your anus as the muscle involuntarily crushed them.
You slowly release the grip on your penis, you can feel some of the semen spill out from your sock, realizing that the interior was completely soaked.
You slowly and carefully peel the now-sodden sock off of your dick, immediately feeling the cool air on your hot, sensitive flesh, sending shivers throughout your body... It felt great; you could feel your muscles relax, your breathing slowed down as your eyes closed in ecstasy, your dick now slumping over from exhaustion.
After taking a short moment to rest, you start to use your other sock to help with the cleanup, using it as an impromptu tissue.
You eagerly wipe your sticky nutsack across the material, moving to your still-wet shaft and tip, completely ignoring any cries of help from anyone stuck inside the shrivelled fabric.
You repeat this process several times, until you're satisfied that your cock is nice and dry, returning your squishy cum-soaked footwear back into the jar, along with the very few survivors stuck to it, who were now permanently scarred from what they experienced.
I noticed something crash above in the distance, and while the shape was too blurry for me to properly make out, my best guess would’ve been some glass container, now placed on your nightstand.
The creaking from your bed suggested you were shuffling or repositioning yourself, and I already run for cover in advance to your presence.
Meanwhile, you lazily stretch out, shuffling your feet after such a comfy session.
A snap of your fingers, and the various scattered people around or on your body immediately zapped out of existence.
The jar you placed on your nightstand moments ago begins to glow with a small blue light.
After giving the glass a quick kiss, you wave at the many faces looking back at you, completely stunned and paralyzed with fear, some of which weren’t even alive, and a select few transported in pieces.
“Enjoy the extra protein.” You continue to mimic, knowing that the contents inside would be more than enough to feed them for over a month.
Suddenly you feel the presence of something lurking around, as you pluck your ears up from detecting the oddity.
Grabbing one of the sneakers resting on your floor, you can’t help but feel like a klutz for forgetting about the other stowaway in your shoe from earlier.
“You’re coming with me.” You demand, carrying me along with your sneaker, I can barely stand from the consistent sway of your walk, I slide directly into a small clump of moist lint, coating my body in tiny fibers.
As you return to the row of jars, minus the one currently in your bedroom, you ponder a moment on which one I should join.
After pondering for a minute, you shrug, deciding to just chuck me into whichever one was the closest to you.
As you tilt the opening of the sneaker towards the opening, I have no say in the matter, forced to obey gravity and fall into my new glass home.
“Wait! Don’t!” I scream out as I’m about to flail into the opening... but it’s too late. Before I even land in the hollow container, you’ve already slammed the cupboard shut, completely snuffing my vision.
A metallic click snaps as you lock your collection for another day; you got a good haul tonight, and despite losing a fair amount, you can’t help but smirk, knowing it was well worth the sacrifice... Perhaps tomorrow night, you might get lucky again, perhaps you might even find some who’re more willing.
“Hahaha, yeah right!”
You laugh out loud to yourself, deciding to call it a day and rest your tired body.
Current Status: CASE UNSOLVED