One of the guys finally came out. They were scared of death, but even more scared of the pain a giant girl could bring to him. He decided to play the odds and negotiate.
"Okay, I'm here!" he shouted up.
"Wise decision." Kelly said. "I think you'll enjoy this. It may very well be one of the best deaths you could possibly get. Squished slowly under my soft soles....."
"But, I....Please keep me?" he said nervously.
Kelly giggled. "Keep you? I'm sorry, but after a few days I'd go nuts and squish you anyway. It's best to get it over with, why would you want to delay it....." Kelly said soothingly, tapping her soft, plush foot against the dusty barn floor.
He knew he was doomed. Kelly's foot raised over him and slowly began to lower down. She wiggled it teasingly, and he couldn't help but stare. Even though it would be the instrument of his death, in an ironic twist, he admired it's perfection. Perfection that slowly pinned him to the ground. He didn't squirm of scream, he just laid there.
"Accepting your fate....mmmm...I like that. I wish everyone else was as accepting as you." The pressure of her now slightly dusty foot began to build. The tiny guy sort of rubbed against the softness, trying to enjoy every last bit of her perfect foot just before the end. Organs burst open inside his body and bones snapped as blood emerged from several orifices in his body. Even at the end, he had enough strength to kiss the bottom of her foot, hoping his death gave her pleasure.
The end came with a combination of a THUMP and a SPLAT! Kelly wiggled her foot eagerly as his stain oozed out onto the barn floor.
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