Dr Bogue. Boh-guh. His words rang in her ears to this day, talking to her like she was a two-year-old child. Rhymes with Vogue. Yeah right. It sounded more like some French guy trying to say bug in pigeon English. It was late. Too late. Every sane person was home already, sitting in front of the TV, out on the town, all having a better time for sure. But nooooo. Dr Bogue had to finish his work. Couldn't wait until tomorrow. Kim scowled and scribbled down the notes Dr Bogue had dictated to her. She glared up at him with such disdain. She wanted to be anywhere's but here. But Dr Bogue continued pouring liquids into bottles and shouting out dictation. She really hated the way he took her for granted. And the way he treated her, no respect at all.

'Now where did I put that…' said Dr Bogue, not bothering to complete his sentence as he scoured the lab table for his missing ingredient. 'My office,' he said as if reaching a great revelation. 'Hold this,' he said as he handed Kim his beaker and scurried away. Just like the rat he is, she thought to herself. Her gum bubble popped, the only excitement she had all night. She glanced up at the clock. Eleven already! This was getting too much for her. She rolled her eyes and dropped her jaw open, acting as moronic as she felt this whole situation had been. It caused her gum to fall out of her mouth. Down past her breasts and into the beaker she held for Dr Bogue. Kim looked at it in shock. This couldn't be good she thought as the gum steamed and dissolved in the liquid.

Dr Bogue came back in with his missing ingredient. He took the beaker from Kim and didn't notice her nervousness over being discovered. Usually she hated when he did that, for it meant that he held no significance towards her. He had always thought of her as an airhead. Only good for typing up dictation and making copies. But now she didn't mind, for it would cover up her blunder. He poured the ingredient into the vial, swigged it around and gave it a sniff. He then looked around the lab, but couldn't find what he was looking for.

'Where are the lab rats?' he asked Kim, but directed the question to no one in particular.

'They died this morning,' she said, a little relieved about the change in subject, but knew it would not be a change for the better. 'You only had two left.'

'And you didn't get any more!' he shouted at the 'outrage'.

'I've been busy doing your stupid office work!' she stood up for herself. He was really starting to push her buttons now, close to all the pent up rage from past animosty.

'Stupid twit,' muttered Dr Bogue under his breath, but loud enough for Kim to hear. Not that she needed to hear the words. She could tell his opinion of her from his manner. He practically radiated his disrespect for her. He turned his back to her and thought for a moment. Reaching no other conclusion he raised the beaker to his own lips.

'Are you going to drink that yourself,' said Kim in reactionary concern.

'Well I'm going to have too, now,' snapped Dr Bogue in contempt. 'Seeing as how I don't have any more lab rats. Someone has to test it.' Kim didn't even bother with a response; she just shot him a dirty look, a deadly look, and watched as he sipped the contents of his work.

At first, nothing. Then Dr Bogue coughed. Then gagged. Then convulsed. It caused him to drop the beaker, falling to floor and exploding in a black cloud. Kim tried to brush away the smoke as it went straight to her lungs and made her cough. But luckily for her it dispersed after a few seconds. She opened her teary eyes, but found no sign of Dr Bogue.

'Oh my God, Dr Bogue!' she exclaimed as she leapt down off her stool to the floor below. When she hit the floor she stopped and stood still. Something was not right with her landing. Instead of the sole sound of her leather pumps striking the floor, something had been added. A fat, wet squishy sound that came from the floor as she landed. She had felt something soft go flat underneath her. Oh oh, she thought. She looked down at her right shoe and saw something soft and pinkish oozing out from beneath the sole. She slowly leaned it back on its slender heel, afraid to look at what was under it. There he was, Dr Bogue reduced to only a few inches in height, and squashed flat by Kim's own foot.

'Oh God,' she said, horrorized at what she had done. 'I squished him.' She heard a little moan from the floor below. But she thought she was only hearing things. She looked down at the flattened body. Her eyes grew wide as she witnessed what happened next. The body grew thicker, like an air mattress being filled with air. Slowly, Dr Bogue's body was reforming itself. The groaning grew louder and she realized she hadn't been hearing things, that Dr Bogue was still alive and doing the moaning. After a few seconds Dr Bogue was fully three-dimensional. Still only a few inches tall, but otherwise alive and well, except for the stunned expression on his face.

'What happened,' he said groggily as if just woken from a deep sleep. His body ached all over. He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. It looked strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then his gaze fell upon the toe of Kim's shoe, as big as he was. He startledly jumped back. He never took his eyes off it. They looked up the shoe, following the arched foot, the shapely legs, up and up until he was looking far above at the glaring face of his secretary who now towered above him.

'I've shrunk!' he shrieked as it dawned on him. 'This wasn't supposed to happen!'

'Dr Bogue, I'm sorry,' said Kim remorsefully, her words booming down on his tiny frame. 'I accidentally dropped my gum in your formula.'

'You what?' he shouted, both in anger and for volume so that she could hear him from way down there. 'You stupid, lame brained cow! Haven't you even the intelligence of a rutabaga? Are you so dim-witted…'

'Well maybe if someone hadn't kept me here so late…' she bellowed back at him, drowning out his barbs. The shouting continued on both ends, but Dr Bogue was too small for his words to be heard, and Kim too angry too pay attention to what she was saying. Finally all the long hours, all the disrespect, all the insults caught up to Kim. Her foot came slamming down on Dr Bogue's fragile little body, crushing his head past his knees, mashing him into the cheap linoleum floor.

She suddenly realized what she had done and lifted her foot off Dr Bogue. He was squashed into a pile of goo, but slowly the goo started re-forming itself into a human body once again. More groans indicated that he was still alive.

'What did it do to you?' she asked in amazement. 'You're all soft and mushy, like rubber.'

'Mallable,' groaned Dr Bogue. 'Mallable's the word you're looking for. It must have been the gum. It screwed everything up.'

'So when I step on you, you squish, but you're not killed?' She set her heel onto his head and pressed down, watching it squash and his eyes bug out. Watching like a child discovering a magical new toy.

'I can still feel it!' hollered Dr Bogue in a mix of fear and pain.

'I can stomp all over you…' she repeatedly stomped on him, trying out her new toy. '…and you're still around? Wow!' She stopped and stood back, watching the tiny man get reformed.

'It still hurts like hell!' shouted Dr Bogue when he had gathered enough strength to get angered and shout.

'Oh really?' asked Kim in a mischievous, playful chime. She bent down to look him right in the eye. 'Remember all those times you yelled at me, degraded me, kept me working way too late? Well now it's payback time.' She clutched his frightened little naked body in her hand, and stood up. 'I'm going to chew you up, spit you out and step on you.' There was a real meanness to her voice, which struck fear deep into the doctor's soul.

'No Kim, don't do it,' he begged as he was drawn closer to her gigantic lips. 'Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' But she refused to acknowledge his pleas. Her luscious red lips parted. He was drawn nearer and was put head first into her mouth. The lips closed in around him and sucked him in. He sputtered and gasped from the wetness that engulfed him as he slid inside. With a smile she clamped her jaws down, crushing his tiny frame. He struggled instinctively, but it was hopeless. His arm slipped between her back teeth and was crushed flat between them. She continued chewing, making sure that he was ground to a pulp. Treating him like a piece of gum.

The chewing stopped and her lips puckered up. Dr Bogue was spat out and sent flying across the room until stopped by a wall. He hit it with a splat and slowly slid down until he lay on the floor, stunned and hurting like hell. He couldn't think of anything, his mind a big daze of confusion and pain. Then more pain as Kim's shoe stepped upon him and squished him into the floor. Once her shoe was on top of him she pressed down slowly, making the moment last. She pressed down hard, making sure the pain would last. She twisted her foot from side to side, making sure he was sufficiently flattened into the floor.

'Oh dear,' she feigned innocently. 'I seem to have stepped in something. Better scrape it off my shoe.' She said it for Dr Bogue's benefit, to torture him psychologically over what she was about to do. But Dr Bogue was so out of it, he barely heard a word she said. He just felt the pressure increase as she pushed down harder. Then she slid her foot back and his body rolled out from the bottom of her shoe and was all twisted up in a mangled mess. Slowly he started regaining consciousness, he body popping back into it's original state.

'Kim, ' he weakly said. 'You're fired.'

'Fired?' laughed Kim as she picked up his twisted body off the floor. She acted as if it was the funniest thing she had heard and threw Dr Bogue to the floor in a fit of laughter. 'Fired?' She kept on laughing and now slapped her knee and stomped her foot, which of course landed on Dr Bogue. She twisted her foot around as the laughter died off, grinding him into the floor before scraping him off her shoe once more. She picked him up off the floor and held him up to her face. 'You're going to fire me? Ha!' She slapped her hands together, pressing him between her palms. She kneaded him like cookie dough, flattening out his body. She rolled him around in her palm, rolling him into a little fleshy ball, and then bounced him off the wall. Dr Bogue fell to the floor and rolled around a little bit before coming to a rest. Kim just sat there looking at him as his body slowly reformed itself.

When his body was back to normal (as in not flattened), Dr Bogue just lay there, too tired from all this crushing too move. He just wanted it to end, no more pain, no more agony. He noticed the floor was shaking and heard loud banging sounds. He turned his head to see Kim walking towards him, her footfalls thundering at his minute figure. He feared she would step on him once again, bringing more pain. But he was too worn out to run away. But she didn't step on him. She stopped just in front of him and looked down at his prone body.

'You always liked looking at my tits, didn't you?' she asked in a soft voice that still boomed down on him. Yes, he had considered her sexually desirable, but not much else. He was regretting keeping her around for this long. She unbuttoned her blouse and told him to get a real good look. They were enormous, even if he was full, size. But now they were monstrous. But he was too tired to care, and too worried over what was to come next. 'Well why don't you get a real good look then.' She picked up Dr Bogue and placed him between her breasts, pressing them together and squeezing him in between. She rubbed them together over and over, enveloping him with her flesh. 'Oh, Dr Bogue,' she moaned, mocking eroticism. Still holding him between her breasts she walked over to a chair. Standing over the seat she opened up her breasts and let Dr Bogue fall down onto it.

'You always wanted a piece of my ass too, didn't you?' she taunted. 'Well here, have it all.' She turned around and slowly lowered herself into the chair. Dr Bogue started crying out and scrambled to get to his feet. But he only managed to get turned over on his stomach before Kim sat down squarely on his tiny back. Dr Bogue was crushed into the fabric of her dress. His head had escaped falling under but now bulged out, like his facial expression from beneath her ass. He felt his body going flatter and flatter as she bounced and wiggled in her seat, just to torture him more. She did up her blouse while still sitting on him and waited to be fully dressed before getting up. She looked down at the chair but so no sign of Dr Bogue. She was puzzled and wondered where he'd gone. Surely she hadn't crushed him into oblivion? Then it dawned on her. She twisted around and looked down at her rear. Sure enough there was Dr Bogue mashed flat and stuck to her dress. She giggled at the sight and peeled him off. 'Am I going to have fun with you,' she told him as she tossed him back on the chair.

She walked towards his office and then stopped, realizing a mistake. She spun on her heel and walked back toward the chair. 'Oops,' she said as she picked up Dr Bogue. 'Can't have you running off now, can I? Now where's a safe place to put you?' She thought for a minute, wanting to come up with a place that would cause him the most discomfort. 'I know,' she finally said. She bent down and took off her shoe and dropped Dr Bogue inside, his head laying near her heel. She slipped the shoe back on and felt his soft body under foot. It was cramped, but she knew that would be remedied soon. She put her foot down on the floor and took a step forward, stopping to feel the body of Dr Bogue flatten beneath her heel. She wondered about him suffocating in there. It would sure ruin her fun if he died. But as she felt him smush under her foot, she felt like taking the chance. So what?

She noticed his wallet on the floor and looked around to see that his clothes were flung all over the place. It didn't make any sense to her until she remembered the loud bang that hit when the formula had taken effect. She opened the wallet and looked through its contents. Lots of credit cards, a couple hundred dollars in cash. Kim started getting ideas, but thought better to shelve them now until she had time to think them out more thoroughly.

She walked towards his office, feeling the man in her shoe squish with each step. Inside the office she found the petty cash box with $1,000 in cash, and the checkbooks. She was going to write out a check to herself, but then thought against it. What if they come looking for them? She wouldn't want to give the police a reason to go poking around in her business. Better to leave that account alone for now. She had to think this out carefully. Planned right she would be set for life, thanks to all Dr Bogue's money. (He was paid very handsomely for his research work.) She gathered up the books and walked out of the office, stopping only to get her jacket, purse and a roll of string before leaving the lab entirely.


Her heels echoed through out the parking lot, but thundered in Dr Bogue's squished ears. Kim reached her car and got in. Before shutting the door she sat on the car seat and took off her shoe to free her tiny captive. She held him in her palm , watching for a sign that he was still alive and that her fun was just beginning. His body reformed and she noticed his tiny little lungs raising up and down. She smiled. Her fun would continue.

Dr Bogue was placed with his back on the accelerator pedal and tied down with the string. As he came back to his senses he realized where he was and what was about to happen. The door slammed shut. He looked up to see her face looking down at him with a devilish grin. The next thing he saw was the black leather sole of her shoe coming right at him. He tried to get away, but his binds held him tight. Squish, Kim's shoe pressed down on the accelerator and mashed him flat.

The car drove for what seemed like hours to Dr Bogue, hours that he had to endure being pressed under Kim's shoe. The only relief he got was at red lights when she would hit the brakes. But that was only momentary. When the light changed, her foot would come down again and squash him flat.

When the car stopped and she lifted her foot off of him, he barely noticed, he was too stunned to realize the reprieve he had received from his torture. Kim untied him from the pedal and dropped him in her purse. He felt himself be jostled around as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She had decided that that was all for tonight. Give Dr Bogue his rest. He's going to need it for the days to come.