Patrick Holder had a long and hard life. He remembered when most of the men in the world mysteriously shrunk, and ever since then, he had fought hard to survive. The tiny men of the world had long come to the realization that most of the giantess women of the world had no intention of trying to find a cure for them or even help them. They were left to fend for themselves, finding themselves living in horrible conditions in order to hide from the women that now actively tried to exterminate them.
There were of course "laws" implemented in modern times due to a small minority of activists who actually cared about the men. These laws had the killing of the little men forbidden, but they had never been enforced. The laws only existed to make the activists a little quieter.
Men had eventually set up their own mini societies and built mini villages and towns, but progress had been hampered in the form of the women who towered above them. The tiny men had spent years building up one town in a place that was currently uninhabited by the women, only for it all to be destroyed as a single group of females walked through; crushing the buildings and workers beneath their feet in most cases.
Food was also an issue. A lot of tiny men still lived among the women, for this reason, it was far easiest to get food here. But it was also far easier to get mistaken for a bug and get squished under their massive feet.
Patrick had been with a large group of his friends sneaking around the bank looking for anything they could eat. Right now, food was limited due to a series of unlucky events.
They were watching the half-eaten biscuit that had dropped on the floor a few minutes ago, waiting for the woman at the desk to leave, but she didn't. Knowing they had to take the risk; they moved in for it.
Unfortunately, he had been seen. He immediately knew his life was over as he saw the twisted expression of the young and pretty girl above him, quickly replaced by the black patterned sole of her shoe. He didn't try to run, knowing it'd be futile. He had seen so many of his kind go before him in this way, and at this point, nothing anyone did ever helped them to live. As his life flashed before him, the soft sole of her shoe hit him in the face, knocking him to the floor, where he remained lying helplessly beneath her. He felt his young executioner's foot slide backward, the cool rubber on the sole of her shoe rolling his body against the rough carpet. She stopped sliding her foot, lifted it slightly so as to position it vertically, then lowered it so that he was pinned, his feet beneath her heel, and his face beneath her toes. He subconsciously realized the thin nature of the sole of the girl's ballet flat allowed him to feel each individual movement of her toes above him through the rubber.
He felt her toes tense slightly, and he knew this movement all too well as he'd seen it many times in the past. It is the first one a girl makes when she has her foot on top of a tiny man. She was getting her toes in position to press them firmly against the insole of her shoe, in order to crush the unfortunate victim of hers that lies against the other side of those toes and the insole. He was in agony as the sole of her flat pressed down on him slightly. The insole of her flat was soft and gently cushioning her delicate toes above him, but the outsole was affording him luxury. It was cold, hard, and gritty. The only thing her shoe was applying to him was the pressure that her delicate toes were forcing onto him.
The pressure suddenly became immense, and Patrick felt his nose break, simultaneously, several ribs, and his spine snapped. He felt strange arousal but also anger that he had such an incredibly hard life that was being crushed out under the foot of a giant young woman like a tiny insect. And now his life was to be taken, in such a humiliating fashion, beneath the foot of a privileged girl, who had probably never had a second in her life where she had to worry about where her next meal was coming from. While he felt incredibly increasing pain at every break of the bones on his body, she only felt a few crunches as they vibrated easily through the thin sole of her flat to her soft foot. He felt yet another increase in pressure, before briefly sensing, with an overwhelming feeling of agony, his body burst from the sides, and his internals flowing out and sinking deeply into the small grooves of the shoe.
Amy had to press very firmly onto her victim as he was larger than most, his body stretching the full length of her foot. To ensure he was crushed, she stood up slightly from her seat, focusing more of her weight on the tiny man. As she did this, she felt a large pop that tickled the soft sole of her foot before feeling a slippy fluid beneath her shoe.
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