Shrunk - Crushed by an Office Lady

You’re not sure why you wanted to climb this woman’s black flat, but here you were, clinging onto it as she innocently dangled it in the air under her desk. Occasionally, she’d rock the flat back and forth, threatening to throw you off without ever realizing you were there. But you were determined to continue the climb, eventually nearing the gap that formed between her stocking-clad sole and the shoe.

Unfortunately, right as you reached for her foot to continue the climb, she allows the flat to slip off, causing you to fall down along with it. You expect to die from landing on the hard tile floor, but you instead land on a soft surface, making you realize exactly where you were now. Against all odds, you were inside the woman’s flat, standing on her slightly damp insole as the smell from her foot lingered around you.

To call it oppressive would be an understatement, since the odor nearly caused you to gag, but you soon noticed another issue while you tried to adjust to the environment. The edges of the flat were way too high and smooth to be climbed, so you were stuck in here unless a miracle struck, and when you see a shadow form over you, you know that your luck ran out.

She begins to shuffle her foot back into the flat, forcing you to run in terror, as her imposing toes charged forward like a tidal wave. Thankfully, you trip and fall backward at just the right moment to get caught in the nylon, carrying you deeper into the shoe without injuring you. But once she had her flat fully on, you had another problem. You wound up tangled up even more in the stocking, with both your arms embedded in the sticky and moistened fabric.

The woman seems to notice something in the back of her mind, but she assumes that you were a bit of her stocking that got bunched up, so she just scrunches her toes apathetically. That action painfully twists your body as your arms snapped from the pressure of getting forced to bend in ways that they never should. And with your arms broken, you had little ability to resist as your body was slowly moved down until you fully slipped under her 2nd and 3rd toes.

And now that you were here, the sweaty smell intensified as you were made aware of how often this woman must have worn these flats. You remained in this position, as the woman ground and crushed you under her toes, barely thinking that you were more than an insole tear. But for those moments where you were forced into her sweat caked insole without a chance to take a breath, you somehow felt like you made a good decision.

After a few minutes of this, you lose consciousness as your body was repeatedly smashed against her heavy toes, until all that remained was a tiny red mark by the end of the long work day.

This office woman would have never guessed that she just killed a shrunken human being...