Truth or Dare, by Mr. NegativeThe day had started as all others. Jim woke up to the sound of his alarm,groggily reaching over to turn it off. This was it! The last day of class beforeSpring Break. Jim worked part time as a gas station attendant, but he took theentire week off so he could just relax with his friends, maybe have a fewdrinks.
Late that night, after filling his brain to the brim with intellectualpsycho-babble, he needed some sort of release. Just then the phone rang.
'Hello?''Jim! It's Sarah! I was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight? Maybewe can go to Heather's house for a little party... nothing too big. Just you,me, Heather, and a couple of my friends.'Sarah had been Jim's friend since grade school. She was a very attractive girlwith black hair, blue eyes, and a large bust. Jim had secretly fantasized aboutSarah on numerous occasions. The most enticing fantasy involved her shrinkinghim down to the size of an ant and playing with him before finally crushing himunder her bare foot. She had the most adorable feet. They were rather large forsomeone of her height, 5'1', with plump round toes that she loved to show off inher sandals.
'How can I say no?' Jim replied.
'Great, so I'll pick you up at eight?''Sounds great! I'll be ready this time. Don't you worry.'Jim hung up the phone and ran towards the shower. He knew that this would be anight he would not soon forget.
*******(8PM)**********Sarah pulls up to the house to find Jim waiting on the porch with a smug grin onhis face.
'I told you I'd be ready.'She stuck her tongue out at him and motioned for him to get in the car. Thewhole conversation that occured on the trip to Heather's house was a blur,because Jim was having a hard time concentrating. He was staring at her pink,painted toenails, and the soft wrinkled sole that occupied her worn leathersandal.
They finally pull up to Heather's house, and Jim recognizes some of his friends'cars parked out front. Opening the door, a chorus of 'Jim!' 'Sarah' welcomesthem, and Heather gives both of them a big, warm hug.
'So nice of you to come! Sarah, I know you know everyone, but does Jim?''I know these shitheads' Jim says, pointing to his friends Justin and Steve.
Steve was too busy watching a movie to even notice. Justin rose the hand withthe beer in it, and slowly raised his middle finger. They both chuckled.
'Well let me introduce you. This is Stephanie, this is Beth, and this is Pam.'Stephanie was a tall, slim blonde girl with emerald green eyes, and a sweetsmile. Beth seemed very shy, as she hid behind her veil of light brown hair. Jimhad seen Pam around campus, but he'd never really spoken with her. She, too, wason the tall side, with dark brown eyes, and long black hair drawn back in a ponytail.
With the introductions aside, Heather went into the kitchen to fetch everyone abeer. The movie soon ended, and they pooled ideas of what to do next. Pam said,'Why don't we play truth or dare?! I haven't played that since high school!'Everyone sat in a circle on the floor: Beth, Justin, Sarah, Jim, Steve, Pam, andHeather. Heather started off.
'Since it's my house, I get to go first. Pam, truth or dare?''Truth''Where is the craziest place you've ever had sex?''I'd have to say in my bed.''In your bed?!' shouted Justin. 'That's not crazy!''It is when it's a bunk bed, and your step-sister is sleeping on the bottom.''Eeewwwwwwwwww', said Beth as she cringed slightly.
Pam spoke, 'Now it's my turn... Steve, truth or dare?''Dare''Okay, I dare you to lick my foot..' she said with a smirk, as she glanced overat Jim. How could she possibly know that I have a foot fetish? thought Jim. I'venever told anyone!Pam slowly removed her sweaty, bare foot from her platform sandal, pointing hertoes at Steve.
'There's no way in hell' said Steve, as he turned his beer bottle upside-down,drinking the entire contents in five huge gulps.
'You have to! You chose to complete a dare, and now you have to complete it!'yelled Heather.
Steve slowly leaned in, only letting the tip of his tongue pass his lips. Hequickly moved his head towards her foot, making brief contact, and springingback. He made a horrid face, as he went to the kitchen to get another beer.
'Before we continue, I think we should get the guys each have another drink'suggested Beth.
Justin slid over to Beth, wrapped his arm around her neck and whispered, 'Baby,you don't need to get me drunk to take advantage of me!'She swung her elbow back, catching him in the chest, knocking him to the floor.
'Okay, okay' he said. 'You're not my type, anyway, heh heh'Jim and Steve started laughing.
Heather soon returned with three beers, one for Jim, Steve, and Justin. Theyeach popped them open and began sipping. Jim looked at his beer for a second,holding it up to the light as if to inspect it. Shrugging, he continued to drinkfrom it.
'Whose turn is it anyway?' said Steph.
'I think it's Steve's turn''Okay... Steph, truth or dare?''Dare''I dare you to drink this shit that you call beer! I don't know what thataftertaste is, and I don't like it, but it'll get me drunk so what the hell...
but seriously, I dare you to french kiss Sarah!'Sarah raised an eyebrow and glanced at Steve, then at Steph. Steph shrugged andleaned in. She whispered, 'They want a show, let's give it to em.' With that,Sarah leaned in. Steph grabbed the back of Sarah's head and started passionatelykissing her. Occasionally the guys, who were all drooling by this point, wouldcatch a glimpse of a tongue.
Suddenly, Jim fell over, and Justin soon did the same. Steve looked at both ofthem, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He toopassed out...
*****************(POV of Jim)*****************I awoke on the floor with a headache, and my vision was horribly blurred. Thelast thing I remember is taking a sip of that horrible beer Heather gave us. Ihear the sound of giggling in the far distance, but I choose to ignore it. It'sprobably Heather's neighbors again. Also being college students, they'reprobably celebrating Spring Break by drinking till dawn.
I just laid my head back down to wait out the wave of nausea that washed overme. It didn't take long to subside, so I open my eyes. I can't describe theshock of what I see, but I'm gonna give it a shot.
Justin and Steve are laying on the floor, unconscious. I found the source of thegiggling... it hovered many yards over me. It's Sarah! I would recognize thosesandals anywhere... but how did I get beneath them! Panic is setting in... Whatif she doesn't notice I'm here, and she steps down with all her weight! Thattitanic body must weigh hundreds of thousands of pounds! Just as I prepare tosprint under the couch, she pokes her enormous head over the edge. I freeze infear, not knowing what else to do.
'I can't believe that stuff actually worked! Look at him! He's the size of anant! I could crush him under my foot if I wanted to.'I suddenly realize that they're the reason I'm no larger than a peanut! I can'texplain how, but Sarah seemed to assume responsibility. Fright turns to anger asI lash out (stupidly) at the giantess.
'So YOU are responsible for this! You better turn me back to my normal size, orI'm gonna kill you.''Is that so, little man? How do you suppose you're going to do that?' she saysdown to me with a smug grin on her face.
'I can't believe you're doing this to me! You BITCH!' I screamed.
Heather says to Sarah, 'Will you please take care of him. His squeaky patheticvoice is getting on my nerves. Make him shut up.''Gladly' she replied. She placed her hand on her toes, and slowly ran her handsup her foot to her calf. 'So you want to see my feet, eh? Heather saw youdrooling over them. Now, how about drooling UNDER them?' She takes off her leftshoe first, placing it down beside me. For the first time, I realize exactly howpathetically small I am. If I tried, I could probably jump up into the shoe ofthe woman I once adored.
She's not really going to put me in her shoe, is she?! She slowly, andseductively removes the other sandal, and places it on the other side of me. Ilook straight up to see her smiling face behind the huge, wrinkled, pink sole.
As she slowly brings her foot down, her face begins to disappear.
I try to decide whether to run or not. If I run, where could I possibly run to?There's no escape, so I might as well just accept my fate. I lay still as thefoot soon fills my entire field of vision. Her feet are terribly sweaty frombeing in those sandals all day, and they really smell terrible. Beth says,'Careful! You don't want to squish him!''I'm not going to squish him!' Sarah replied. 'I'm just having a little fun withhim. He likes feet, right? Well he must be having the time of his life!'Sadly, there was some truth to that. I couldn't help becoming aroused. Soon, thefoot touched my chest. I can't believe I'm actually stuck beneath the bare footof a 19 year old girl. My whole world begins to spin as she rolls me back andforth under her foot. Soon, my clothes are entirely soaked through with sweat.
Steve awakens to the sound of laughter.
'What the... What did you do to ME?! And what are you doing to Jim? Get yourfoot off him, bitch!'Beth looks down at the tiny man and says, 'Whose turn is it now, anyway?'I can't believe they're still playing truth or dare. I don't like the sound ofit, but it's not like my opinion matters very much at this point. I just laybeneath the hot, sweaty foot and try to wait it out.
*****************(POV of Sarah)*****************Oh my god! I can't believe Heather was telling us the truth! She said she wasbehind some chemical company in the industrial park, QualChem, with her friends.
They were smoking pot out by the waste bin, when Heather noticed a stray catdigging through the garbage. The cat jumped out, landing awkwardly on theground, and passed out. Then the strangest thing happened... the cat seemed tojust disappear, but we all know that's impossible! She walked over to where thecat had stood, and there she found a 1/25 scale cat. It awoke with a fright, andtried to run. Heather lifted her gigantic knee-high boot over the cat. She hadto hide her findings until the time was right. With neck-breaking speed, shestomped down on the cat, squishing it into the dirt below. She waited for herfriends to leave, then she went to the dumpster where she found the shrinkingformula.
Before she handed each of the guys a drink, she had slipped some of the formulain each of the bottles. Beth, Pam, and I were sworn to secrecy. I, for one,intend to keep my mouth shut, as remarkable as this is, because I want to havesome fun.
When the boys were unconscious, Heather told me how she caught Jim blatantlystaring at my feet. This gave me some ideas. I position myself on the couchright above Jim, with my sandal hovering a foot from the ground. We can't helpgiggling as we watch Jim attempt to get up, then just lay back down.
The giggling stops immediately, and Heather points down to Jim. I peer over theedge of the couch to see him staring up at me in disbelief. Wow! I can't believehow tiny he is! My mind is filled with ideas of what to do with him.
I exclaim to the rest of the girls, 'I can't believe that stuff actually worked!Look at him! He's the size of an ant! I could crush him under my foot if Iwanted to.'His cute little face gets all red as he starts screaming. I can barelyunderstand a word he says, since he's so far away, but I did manage to make out'I'm going to kill you', which is absolutely hilarious! I jokingly ask him howhe's going to accomplish such a feat. He continues to scream. Heather looks atme, and with a wink, says, 'Will you please take care of him. His squeakypathetic voice is getting on my nerves. Make him shut up.'I playfully grab my toes with my hand and drag it up my leg seductively. I takeoff my left sandal and gently place it next to him. He stares at it dumbfounded,obviously lost in thought (or paralyzed with fear). I take off my right sandal,and place it on the other side of him. My sweaty feet are dangling just abovehim. The thought of knowing I could squish him between my toes is making mehorny. I know I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts since he's my best friend,but I just can't help myself.
I slowly lower my foot, until I can feel his tiny body trapped beneath it. I'venever felt power like this before, especially over a man. Being just over fivefeet tall, I'd probably never be able to overpower a man like this again. Istart playing with him by rolling him under my giant, sweaty foot. He must beenjoying himself, though, cuz I can feel something poking the ball of my footwhen he's on his back. Beth told me to be careful not to squish him... Thatthought had entered my mind, but I just can't do that... yet.
Attention soon shifts to Steve, as he stands up and looks around with the sameconfused expression that Jim had. With all the excitement going on, I completelyforgot we had a game in progress. I wonder whose turn it is, anyway...
*****************(POV of Steve)*****************Oh god, please don't let Steph take her turn. I was just trying to impressJustin and Jay by making the girls kiss. It kinda turns me on, but I think I doit more because I'm expected to do it. I'm the tough guy jock at school, yaknow? I'm supposed to be all about tits, beer, and sex. The only reason I'm evenhere is to try to score with Heather!â€œI believe it was my turnâ€¦ Steve, remember how you dared me to kiss Sarah? Youthought you were pretty funny, huh? Well I've got a dare for Pam that you mightenjoyâ€Steph leans over and whispers a few words into Pam's ear. What's with all thewhispering? What does she honestly think I can do? Does she think I can stopsomeone the size of a house from doing anything? Pam grins as her attentionturns to me. She stands up, as I stare at her awestruck. For the first time, Irealize how truly gigantic this girl is. She smiles at me as she starts to walkout of the living room. I let out a quick sigh of relief, then quickly come torealize she still hasn't completed her dare.
Pam finally emerges from the bedroom with a pair of navy blue stockings. Allkinds of thoughts are running through my mind, as I sit dumfounded on the floorat the mercy of four enormous women. As she walks towards me, I turn away andsprint. If I can only make it to the couch! Maybe I can escape! I turn aroundonly to see a giant thumb and forefinger closing in on either side of me.
â€œLet go of me! Please no! NO!â€Deep down, I knew what was going to happen. After seeing Jim under Sarah's foot,and seeing Pam return with a pair of stockings, I just knew what was in storefor me. Still, I struggled in her grasp foolishly. If she were to drop me, Iwould surely break every bone in my body. From this height, even Jim and Justinlook like antsâ€¦ Oh my godâ€¦ We're not even human to them, anymore. How can youcall someone one or two inches tall a man?â€œPam, please. I never meant to hurt anyone. It was meant to be a harmless joke!Please don't do this!â€â€œOoooh come on! You're gonna enjoy it! Your buddy Jim didn't whine about it.
Now, get in Heather's stockings!â€All I see below me is the opening to the stockings, about the size of a largeabove-ground pool. The toe of the stockings seems to be miles away! All of asudden I begin to plummet. I want to scream, but I can't react fast enough! AllI hear is a gust of air rushing past me and the zipping sound of my back rubbingthe nylon. There's a short drop as I fall (presumably) into the heel section,then I pick up speed again. I have enough momentum that when I finally hit thetoe, my body flails up the nylon and I land awkwardly on my side.
I stand up a little too quickly and stumble clumsily towards the heel, trying tolook up towards my giant captors. I can't believe something could smell sosickly sweet. It's hard to describe, but it's like a mixture of perfume andputrid food sweat. It's not ALL bad, but it sure as hell ain't good!â€œPam! You're not really going to do it, are you?â€â€œOf course I am, Beth! A dare is a dare!â€I freeze in fear as I wait for the inevitable.
*****************(POV of Pam)*****************Steph whispers her dare in my ear. I can't believe she really wants me to dothat! I've had fantasies of doing similar things to tiny men, but I neverimagined it could happen in real life! I stand up, smiling down at Steve. Howpathetic he looks. Apparently the tough guy isn't so tough now. He's a good guydeep down, but his arrogance will surely be his downfallâ€¦I walk to Heather's bedroom, keeping my eye on the victim. I fumble around herroom in the dark, until I feel the stiff nylons. Wow, she must not have washedthese things in weeks! If I had to describe the texture, imagine this: You'vebeen sweating all day in your socks and sneakers, and you take them off and letthem air dry. They soon become damp and almost crusty. That's exactly how thesestockings feel. I almost feel bad for the little guy, but his feelings don'tmatter right now. I'm about to fulfill one of my fantasies! I grab the stockingsand head back to the living room, trembling with anticipation.
As soon as the little guy spots me, he takes off like a bat out of hell! He runsfor the couch, like he can actually outrun me! I lean over and pick him upbetween my thumb and forefinger and hold him up over the stockings, just to fillhim with a horrible sense of doubt. I bet he'll never expect me to do it!â€œLet go of me! Please no! NO! Pam, please. I never meant to hurt anyone. It wasmeant to be a harmless joke! Please don't do this!â€I told him to stop being such a baby, Jim didn't mind it. I let him go and watchhim travel all the way down to the toe section. The little guy picked up so muchspeed, that he hit the toe, slid up it, and was actually tossed backwards like arag doll. He got up and walked towards the heel of his new home.
â€œPam! You're not really going to do it, are you?â€I always knew Beth was naÃ¯ve. I simply grinned at her as I took off my whiteplatform sandals. My bare feet touched the cold, hardwood floor for the firsttime, and it kinda felt good. My feet were so sweaty from the rubber sandals.
The thought of putting my feet into Heather's starchy stockings really turned mystomach, but at the same time, I found it slightly arousing. I grinned down atSteve.
â€œHere I come, little guy! I hope my smelly feet aren't too much for you tohandle!â€*****************(POV of Steve)*****************I knew it! I knew she was going to wear the stockings! I can do nothing, butstare upwards, hoping it was all a cruel joke. I could have sworn I saw her lickher lips, but then again I was concentrating on her feet. She lifted her leftfoot over the entrance and paused. Her foot began its slow descent towards me.
Still frozen with fear, I stare slack-jawed at the glistening, wrinkled soleheading my way. It changes directions as she slides her foot into the oppositeleg. I see it slowly lowering right next to me, until it finally fills theentire navy blue mesh. The warmth emitting from her foot is incredible!â€œYou thought I was gonna step on you, didn't you? Awwww, that's so cute! â€¦Youwere right, little ant!â€Did she just call me an ant?! I can't believe she can be so cruel. My face burnsred with rage, sadness, and regret. With so many emotions wrestling in my head,I barely notice the zipping sound of her right foot heading my way. I look up tosee Pam's gigantic smile through the navy blue fibers, which is slowly beingconsumed by her pink, wrinkled sole. I realize the heel isn't the best place tobe, but I'm paralyzed with fear! I see her toes flex downwards as they slowlyslip over me. Her titanic heel is steadily growing closer and closer. Her footstops for a brief moment then with one final tug, I'm trapped underneath Pam'sgiant heel. The giantess lets out a soft moan as I'm pulled tighter, pressed upagainst the soft, moist skin.
â€œNow put these on,â€ Heather says, sliding a pair of black mules out from underher chair.
Not wasting any time, Pam grabs the left shoe and shoves her massive foot intoit. Even if I could turn over to look down at the shoe, I wouldn't. I stillcan't believe this is happening to me! I feel the soft leather, as I'm gentlypressed into it. Pam's soft heel gradually becomes more firm. Any trace of lightthat once peered in from around the colossal foot has been snuffed out. There'sno sound, but the sweet smell of foot sweat and perfume surround me.
Suddenly, a snap penetrates the silence as my ankle gives way under thepressure. I feel the pressure increase on my knee, and that too snaps. Blindingpain ravages my entire lower body as her soft sole begins to press down harder.
Soon both of my hips snap, followed by a couple ribs. All I can see is red fromthe blood being forced into my head. I hear one final pop, as my head eruptslike an over-ripe watermelon.
***************(POV of Justin)*******************To say that I can't believe what just happened is a vast understatement. Steveand I had been best friends since the third grade, and with one act ofbrutality, Pam snuffed it out.
I watch her as her foot suddenly presses down harder and her eyes nearly bulgeout of her head. Her hips begin bucking forward - her mouth wide open with lipsdrawn tight, forming an 'o'. Oh my god! Not only did she kill my best friend,but she's getting off on it! That bitch! There's no time to mourn though, I justneed to figure out how I'm going to make it out of here alive. I look in everypossible direction, but where could I possibly run to? I'm on the middle of ahard wood plain, with seemingly no escape for miles... except one.
The only girl who seems appalled by the event that just took place is Beth.
She's been the sympathetic one from the beginning. Maybe she can help me, but Idoubt the other girls would allow that. They seemed to enjoy Steve's deathalmost as much as Pam did! ...But what if they don't know that she's helping me?Beth's big, black boots are laying on their side about 100 yards away. I knowit's risky, but it's the only chance I've got! With all attention on Pam, now ismy chance! Sprinting for all I'm worth, I charge towards the boot. When Ifinally reach the lip of the boot, I dive headfirst into its depths to minimizethe chances of being seen. It smells kinda musty, but it's not overwhelming.
With any luck, though, I'm not going to be in here for very long.
***************(POV of Heather)******************Something went off inside of me. Not only watching Pam squish Steve under herfoot, but her reaction to it. I never thought stepping on a man could givesomeone so much pleasure, but then again that thought had never crossed my mind.
How many 2-inch men have you heard of? This may be my one and only opportunityto try it out, though.
I stare longingly at Pam's foot as she slowly lifts it out of the black mules.
The whole room is silent, except for the faint sound of a drop of blood fallingfrom the stained stockings and hitting the heel of the mule with a splash. Theleather sole is splattered with blood, which is slowly dripping downwards,towards the toe. Pam looks up at me, then at the other girls. It looks like shewants to say something, but she can't find the words.
Without saying a word, Pam stands up and speed-walks into the bathroom, shuttingthe door behind her. A devious grin crosses my face, because Pam has given me anidea. I look down at Jim, who is now terrified! He starts to run in onedirection. Realizing there's nowhere to go, he quickly changes directions.
Understanding the futility of his running, he simply gives up and sits down.
Does he honestly think he's going to be spared if he complies?'I can't believe you did that! Oh my god, Pam! You're a murderer!' screamedBeth. 'I want no part of this!'Pam probably couldn't even hear Beth's outburst, and Sarah and I didn't care. Ididn't try to stop her from leaving, because now there are two men left - onefor me and one for Sarah.
***************(POV of Beth)*******************I know Pam probably couldn't hear me, but I couldn't bring myself to speakearlier. I simply stared slack-jawed at her and the bloody footprints she leftacross the floor. I don't know what to do. I would help the guys, but I wouldrisk having the same thing happen to me. I would call the police, but who wouldbelieve me?! I'm sure I'll figure something out. I'll just go home and try toget some sleep, but I don't know if I can after seeing what just happened.
I grab my boot and tip it back up carefully, just to make sure I don'taccidentally squish Jim or... Where the hell is Justin? I quickly scan thefloor, so I don't draw attention to the fact that Justin is nowhere to be found.
I can't seem to find him anywhere. Oh well, I hope he found some place safe tohide out for a while.
I quickly put on my right boot, tying it up quickly so I can get out of thishouse. I lift my left boot a bit, lifting my foot to put on my left boot.
Suddenly something tumbles from the toe to the heel of my boot. It's Justin! Ican't take him out now, that would draw attention. Please forgive me, Justin!Please forgive me! I gently put my foot in, being careful not to put too muchpressure on him. I tie the boot up loosely, then slowly start towards the door.
'Why are you limping Beth?' asked Heather.
'I twisted my ankle playing softball on Wednesday. ...I was running to thirdbase on a fly ball, when it was caught and I had to change directions quickly,and head back to second. When I did that, I twisted something. It hurts likehell.'Heather looked satisfied, and before another conversation could begin, I flewout the door towards my car. I hope Justin's okay in there. I'm doing everythingin my power to ensure he doesn't suffer the same fate that Steve did. Thank godhe's in my left boot, because the right one is my driving foot. Lucky for him, Idrive an automatic. If he can only hold out for twenty more minutes...