'I'm going to turn you into a teeny little ant.' Cathy says menacingly, to Anthony's horror. 'Then I'm going to squish you under my big foot.' She finishes, stomping her slippered foot for effect.
'But, you can't.' Anthony says, close to tears.
'Oh but she can.' Ann chips in. 'And shes going to.'
The tears are falling from Anthonys eyes now.
'But he'll be okay right mom? You'll change him back when you've stepped on him.' You say. You've seen her do it before, she is able to make people into little squishable bugs, who flatten out under her feet but never crush completely or die.
'Nope.' She says, never taking her eyes of the trembling young boy. 'He'll be squished for good.'
'But mom.' You protest. 'He's my friend.'
'Exaclty.' She responds. 'I can't have you playing with someone as unruely as this. I'm doing you a favour.'
'Please don't.' Anthony quietly begs between sobs.
'Sorry, but its time for you to become a little bug.' She says and begins to concentrate. Almost at once Anthony dissappears. looking down at your mothers slippered feet you see the tiny black dot that is your friend scurrying about. The two women begin to chuckly. You watch as the ant begins to crawl away from Cahty, but it is so small it is taking a long time. Cathy just patiently watches him go. After he is quite a distance you see him get close to aunty Ann, who is still sitting down. You watch as she slams a sandaled foot down close to him.
'You should watch where you are going little Anthony.' She teases. 'You could get stomped on.' Cathy laughs as Anthony changes direction and begins to crawl away from your aunt. You can only imagine how frightened he must be and what things must look like for him, scurrying for his life and at th feet of these two giant women. Strangely, a part of you tingles with excitment at the prospect, but you push the thought away, mroe concearned for your friend who is now int he middle of the floor.
Cathy casually walks over to him and slams a slippered foot down close to him.
'Nope, can't go that way little bug.' She titteres, clearly enjoying herself. Then, with the toe of her slipper, she begins to push the tiny spec around, bullying him with her giant foot.'Is that fun Anthony?' She calls down. 'Do you enjoy being pushed around by my big ol' foot.' Ann cracks up at this.
Cathy withdraws her foot and lets her slipper fall to the floor, exposing her large, well formed tanned foot. She wiggles her toes, with their pink painted toenails. She then hoveres it over the tiny Anthony, lowering it so that he is trapped in the space between her big and second toe.
'Look how small you are.' She coos.
'He IS tiny.' Ann adds with a giggle. You look down between her toes and see the little spec, trapped beneath her foot. His form is dwarfed by the thickness of her big toes. Again you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be trapped in that position, your step moms giant toes surrounding you.
'Okay, time to squish little boy.' She says as if its the most natural thing in the whole world and raises her foot, hovering over the transformed boy. She slowly bring is down, positioning her big toe over him. he is trying to crawl but Cathy easily keeps track of him. Anthony dissapprears fomr sight as the pad of her pretty toes touches the floor. She puts more pressure on and begins to twist it, obliterating your friend. She then lifts her foot and exposes her sole. You see the small dark smudge in the pad of her big toe, the crushed remains of Anthony.
'Oh, you squished him good.' Ann says. Cathy then returns her foot to her slipper, not even wiping him off.
'Mmmm.' Cathy agreed. 'He popped nicely for me.' She giggled. 'I can't have you playing with naughty boys like him Tom.' She told you.'I guess you'll have to find something else to do today, I don't think Anthony will be going to the mall today.'
'Unless you want to go.' Ann chuckeld. 'Then he would go along stuck to your smelly toe.' Cathy laughed at this.
'True.' She said and took a seat at the table.
You didn't know what to do. You didn't dare say anything bad to your step mom or you'd be in serious trouble. And while you felt bad for Anthony, he wasn't the first friend you'd lost to your family. One of your friends now existed as a sock for your eldest sister. Another was now a toe ring for Cathy. You left the room, not sure what to do next.
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