The door creaked open. The sound of her high heels hitting the wooden floor could be heard. The door was slammed shut. All he could do was listen in the darkness. Then light poured down on him and a giant hand wrapped its fingers around his tiny body. Kim lifted Dr Bogue out of her purse and held him up to her face.

'And what are we going to do with you tonight while I sleep?' she asked, weariness in her eyes. 'I know,' she said and dropped Dr Bogue on the floor. With his tiny size the fall was like a hundred stories long. His light frame hit the floor and he would have thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been splattered, that is if he hadn't been stunned from the impact. Dazed, he could barely hear Kim open up her closet, retrieve something from it and come back to him. A large heavy heel fell upon his chest and knocked the wind out of him just as he was about to regain his wits. Kim had taken one of her tall brown cowboy boots and dropped it on Dr Bogue, trapping him like a bug.

'I suppose you could wriggle out from under there, though,' she said looking down at him. 'Ooo, I wonder what you would look like mashed under those heels,' she said giddily. She took her shoes off and slid her foot into the cowboy boot. Dr Bogue was mashed flatter and flatter as more weight came down on the heel. His head was still sticking out and the more his guts were squashed the more his eyes and tongue bugged out of his face. Kim ground her heel to get him even flatter and then lifted it up slightly to take a look at his body. It was flat as a pancake and slightly rounded as his flesh had oozed out from beneath her pressure. She giggled at the sight of Dr Bogue and put her heel back on top of him, this time making sure his head fell under her heel too. She ground him under again and slid her boot back. She delightedly laughed at the twisted mess that remained of Dr Bogue.

Even though she had seen it a few times already, she was still amazed at the sight of Dr Bogue's body reforming itself, of course accompanied by the moans of pain from her crushing. Just as his body finished reforming itself, she stamped her heel down on him and delighted at the flesh that squirted out from beneath her heel. She stepped off of him and decided that that would be enough for tonight. She was like a kid with a new toy and couldn't wait to try all different kinds of shoes to squish him with, or come up with new ways of torturing her former boss.

'I could just put you in my boot,' she said as she sat down and pulled off her boot. 'But you'd probably find a way to knock it over and get free.' She thought for a minute. On the floor Dr Bogue slowly regained his wits. Even though this crushing didn't kill him, it was still a very painful and very exhausting event. He looked up at Kim as she thought about his fate. He knew she was out of control, that he would be her toy in her sadistic little games. Unless he escaped. He looked around the apartment and saw the heating vent in the floor. He looked at her and saw that she wasn't paying attention to him. If he could just get to the vent he could probably squeeze in and crawl around the system. He slowly crawled towards the vent, not wanting to make her suspicious. As if her feeble mind could comprehend such a concept. Slowly, slowly… until he felt a great pain on his right leg. He gasped in pain and looked behind him to see Kim stepping on the leg and crushing it beneath her bare foot.

'Uh uh uh,' Kim scolded him from above. 'You're not getting away from me.' She grabbed him in her hand and walked towards the closet. She started to look around for something on the top shelf, but found she needed both hands, and one held Dr Bogue.

'Do you stick?' she playfully asked as she smashed him into the wall. She watched as his flattened body slid slowly down the wall. Guess not, she thought, but realized it would still be a couple of minutes before his body reformed. She continued rummaging through the junk on the shelf until she found the box she was looking for. She glanced down at the floor and saw that his body was nearly finished. She drug him over with her foot and then placed both feet on him. She stepped up on her toes and squished the good doctor once more. She stood on him as she rummaged through the box and pulled out a thin set of black laces. She put the box back and settled back on her heels, stepping off Dr Bogue. She pushed her coats aside a cleared a small space on the coat rack. Bending down she scrapped Dr Bogue off the floor and held him in the palm of her hand, watching as he reformed.

When his body was back to 'normal' she tied his wrists together with the lace, pulling so tightly that his little wrists were painfully mashed together. She looped the laces around the coat rack and tied his ankles in the same manner. There he hung, like a wild game she had captured. She then took another boot, a knee high black leather riding boot, and placed it just below Dr Bogue, so that even if he did somehow manage to get free of the laces, he would fall inside.

'Sleep well,' she smiled as she blew him a kiss. He begged her not to leave him like this, but she had no intention of obey his wishes any longer. It was she who had the power now. She smiled at that thought as she shut the closet door on her tiny captive.



Dr Bogue awoke the next morning as light poured into the closet when Kim opened the door. His arms and legs were numb and the laces bit into his flesh sharply.

'And how are we this morning?' chimed Kim. Dr Bogue didn't bother replying. He just let his head flop wearily back. His neck hurt from holding it that way all night, not that he had much choice. Kim undid the laces on his wrists. Dr Bogue flipped upside down and now hung by his ankles. The feeling was coming back into his wrists, as was the shape, but now the blood was rushing to his head. Below him he peered into the long dark shaft of Kim's boot, laying down there like a mouth waiting to swallow him up. Dr Bogue suddenly found himself falling, hurtling into the boot shaft as the laces on his ankles were loosened. Kim watched with amusement as he fell in her boot and landed with a dull thud. 'Guess I positioned that just right,' she chuckled. She walked away from the closet and headed for the kitchen.

Dr Bogue sat at the bottom of the boot, dazed from his fall, but still alive. The thought occurred to him that he was now invulnerable in a way, and couldn't even find an escape in death. He couldn't die. He was doomed to live in this horror until he died of old age. Provided he could still die of old age. There were so many tests that had to be done on him, so much they still did not know about his new condition. Were there any other side effects? Was this permanent, or only temporary? He hoped for the later. He looked around at his surroundings and considered trying to knock the boot over. The shaft was way too high to climb out of. He pushed against the side but it would not budge. He cursed himself for not working out more. He went over to the far side of the boot, as far as he could go, and took a running leap at the inside shaft wall. The boot wiggled slightly as he struck it, but he was still too light to knock it down. He sat down in despair.

He was broken out of his train of thought as the boot was lifted up and turned upside down. Dr Bogue found himself sliding down and into Kim's palm.

'Ready for breakfast?' Kim asked the tiny man so non-chalantley. She took him over to the small dining room table and placed him atop of it. Across the table he could see her plate of bacon and eggs, and a glass of juice. 'You do still get hungry, don't you?' she asked him. He looked at her and her plate suspiciously, then finally answered yes. 'Well here are some bits of bacon,' she said as she dropped a few crumbs before him. Of course at his size they were as big as his hand. He gobbled them up hungrily. She watched with amusement as he nibbled on the crumbs like one of the lab rats. He watched her nervously as she ate her breakfast. She caught his look and laughed at his terror.

'Boo!' she shot as she jolted in his direction, just to give him a scare. He jumped back and nearly out of his skin. Kim laughed and took a drink of her orange juice. 'What are you afraid of?' she asked. That I'm going to do something like… this!' She slammed her glass down on top of him and began grinding it around with glee. Dr Bogue was mashed flat once again and this time the glass made his flattened body all smooth and shaped him into a kind of circle. Kim lifted her glass and laughed at the sport. She got an idea and ran for the kitchen.

Dr Bogue lay there slowly recovering and reshaping. He rolled around slowly in pain and wearily rolled over on his back. Would this torture never end?

He howled in pain as something heavy smashed down on his feet and crushed them. He looked up to see Kim standing over him with a rolling pin on his feet. With an evil grin she slowly rolled the pin forward and put her weight into it. The result was a Dr Bogue that was slowly being crushed, inch by inch. The pin rolled up his legs, his knees, his crotch, crushing, crushing, crushing. Squeezing his stomach, his ribs, his chest. The pain was tremendous, mostly because it was going on for so long. The pin crushed his neck, his jaw, his nose, his eyes until it finally rolled off of him. Kim looked down and laughed at Dr Bogue, entirely crushed flat. She left him to recover as she cleared the table.

Dr Bogue slowly regained his three-dimensional status and just lay there, recovering. His mouth felt dry now. He lifted his head and lay back on his elbows, looking around the table for something to dry his parched throat. Kim came over and towered above him.

'How was your breakfast?' she asked him.

'I'm thirsty, Kim,' he croaked. 'Get me something to drink.'

Kim was slightly amazed at how, despite all that happened, he still thought of her as his employee. 'You want something to drink?' she asked. 'Here.' A gob of spit formed between her lips and shot down atop Dr Bogue. He was covered in it, and disgusted by it. Kim just glared at him and smiled evilly. 'That do it for you?' Dr Bogue was in too much shock to reply. 'Come on, I'll wash you off.'

She grabbed Dr Bogue gingerly by the foot and carried him into the kitchen. She turned on the tap and held him under the running water. He gasped and sputtered as the water flowed all over him and tried not to drown. But when she turned the water off he was still alive…and wet. She shook him around a bit to shake the water off. Then he was engulfed by a towel and smothered dry. He stood on the counter top and glared angrily at Kim. She looked down on him with… what was that in her eyes? Pity? He couldn't believe it.

'I'm sorry Dr Bogue,' she said. 'I guess I got a little out of hand. I shouldn't treat you like that.'

'Okay,' he said. You had your fun, now let's get serious and figure out how to fix this.'

'Oh let me have one last bit of fun,' she said. 'I'll make you a deal. I have to go out and do some errands. Let me lock you in the closet and I'll let you free if…' He waited for it. 'You lick all my shoes and boots clean.' His jaw dropped. She wanted what?

'But… but…' he tried to argue. But she wouldn't let him.

'Look, mister,' she said as she towered over him, glaring down at him to remind him that she was the one in control. 'You're not in a position to argue.' Before he had a chance to say anything she grabbed him and whisked him away to the closet. She plopped him down in the middle of the shoe rack and glared down at him. 'Well?' she scowled. 'Start licking.' Dr Bogue turned around and looked at her quizzically.

'You're not serious,' he begged.

'Oh yes I am,' she replied with a sinister little smirk. 'Better get busy if you want your freedom. He turned around and looked at the giant shoes surrounding him. It looked like she had hundreds. And him with his tiny little tongue. He turned back to her and looked at her as if to say: are you serious? She leaned against the closet doorframe on her elbow. 'Come on. Get licking. You want your freedom, don't you?'

He turned around and looked dejectedly at the task before him. He looked at the shoe closet him, a simple black patent leather pump. The slender heel rose high in the air, and was as tall as he. Cautiously his tongue crept out and he laid it against the heel. The leather felt cool and smooth against his tongue. As he slid it along its height, he thought this wouldn't be so bad. He slid his tongue to the bottom and hit a muddy patch. The mud tasted horrible to his pallet. He turned back towards Kim with a disgusted look on his face. She just watched with malicious glee at his reaction.

'That's a good boy,' she mocked. 'Now do a good job and you'll get your freedom. ' He watched as she shut the door on him, leaving him alone with all her footwear. Reluctantly his tongue went back to her shoe.



Dr Bogue's tongue was dry and sore from all the licking. He sat down to rest. Then he heard the front door open. Kim was back and he had barely started. He leapt up to the closet shoe, a blue low heeled dress shoe, and franticly licked the massive toe top. The closet door flew open and Dr Bogue froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Kim stood in the doorway and glared down at him.

'Not finished,' she scolded in mockery, knowing full well that he wouldn't have enough time. 'Well I guess that means I get to keep you. Oh the fun I will have.'

'But I didn't have enough time,' argued Dr Bogue.

'Now now, you know our deal,' said Kim as she picked up Dr Bogue by the head and lifted him high in the air. 'You didn't finish in time so that means I get to squash you some more.' She squeezed her fingers together, delighting at the sight of Dr Bogue's head squishing between them, the way his eyes popped out of their sockets and his tongue darted out of his mouth. She set him down on the nightstand to let his crushed head reform.

'It's time for my afternoon jog now.' She sat down on the bed and undressed. As Dr Bogue's eyes came back into focus he could make out Kim's figure, and then all her naked details. As tired of this all that he was, he couldn't help but glare at her nubile form, her long slender legs, her large voluptuous breasts, her…

'Dr. Bogue!' shouted Kim in fake shock, breaking his concentration. 'You naughty boy,' she said and playfully slapped him. Of course because of the difference in size, her slap immediately mashed him flat into the wood of the nightstand. Dr Bogue just lay there reforming, too weary to even moan loudly. The next thing he knew he was being whisked in the air.

'Okay, ready to go,' said Kim and dropped him into her running shoe. Dr Bogue lay there trying to figure out what just happened. He looked up and saw Kim's foot come right down on top of him. He was instantly crushed flat as she pushed her foot down a couple of times to get a good fit. The squishy doctor felt good under her foot, kind of tickled. Plus there was the fact that she was torturing Dr Bogue with every step she took. She walked around the room a little, smiling whenever she felt the doctor squish under each of her steps.

She headed out the door, down the stairs and into the street beyond. It was a beautiful sunny day and Kim basked in the sun. Maybe she'd take an extra long run today, she thought. She started running down the street. Each footfall crushed Dr Bogue deeper into the bottom of her shoe. Flatter and flatter he became, each time her full weight crashed down on him as her foot hit the pavement. He worried about being worn out, trampled into nothingness, but then he'd be free of her torture, wouldn't he? He didn't think he could be that lucky.

Finally he felt her slow down; the crushing became less intense. Until they hit the stairs. Then the crushing intensified each time her foot slammed down on the stairs. They reached her door and entered the apartment. Kim took off her shoe and examined Dr Bogue. He was paper thin from all the trampling. She had to peel him off the bottom of her shoe, even using her fingernail to scrape him off. She worried a little that she might have gone too far this time and done him in. But then after a few seconds, his body began reforming itself and she noticed him moaning. Relieved her fun had not ended, she went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

When she came back, bottle in hand, she looked down at the recovering Dr Bogue. She stared at him curiously and then got inspired. She slipped back into her sneakers and placed her right foot on top of him. She walked forward and watched as Dr Bogue's body squished out the grooves in her sneaker's treads. She raised her foot off him slightly and then stepped on him again, grinding her foot. She carried through with her walk and stepped off of him. She looked down at his mangled body and giddily laughed at the tread marks imprinted all over his flesh. She threw off her sneakers and ran to the closet as he recomposed himself.


The next thing Dr Bogue saw (and it scared the hell out of him) was the tread of Kim's boot smashing down on him. His body squished in-between the grooves. Kim just stood there on his body, pressing down every now and then to squish him farther into her boot sole. She made sure he was good and squished before stepping off of him and marveling at the tread marks she made in his flesh.

'Oh look at the time,' she said as she glanced up at the clock. 'We have to get going.' She took off her boots and put on a different pair, white low-heeled boots that fit more loosely around her legs. She lifted the recovered Dr Bogue in her fist and made sure to grab the roll of wire along with her purse. 'Ready for another drive?' she taunted