"But it's not fair! I miss him, I love him, please Natalie, he's your father!"
Natalie stood there, stunned.
Tracy, her mother, DARED to question her?!
Natalie reached down, and took Tracy's head in one hand, lifting her up to eye level.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Natalie screamed, loud enough to shatter windows for miles around.
"I AM YOUR MASTER, I AM YOUR GOD, AND YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE MY AUTHORITY?!"
Tracy was crying relentlessly now, for herself, her husband, for what her daughter had become. She tried to string words together, to apologise, but through her sobbing she couldn't muster the self control.
Natalie spat in Tracy's face. Despicable little shit, how DARE she?! She squeezed her hand, and watched her mother wriggle in agony as her skull closed in around her brain.
"YOU... you..." said Natalie, trying to think of a suitable punishment for this worm.
"You want him?! Then have him!"
Natalie pulled out her phone, and removed money from her mother's account, shrinking her considerably. Then, she unzipped the boot her father resided in, and dropped her mother down beside him.
"You were made for each, and now you're made for ME. You'll never be free, all day, everyday, forever, will be you two, together, under my merciful toes. Now, get sucking, I have to let off some steam, and I get sweaty when I'm in a bad mood".
Tracy wailed as the colossal olive foot entered the boot, crept its way down towards her and her husband, and sealed them beneath it. The weight, the stench, the moisture, was already almost too much to bear. As she heard Natalie zip the boots back up, her head was squeezed by her daughters colossal painted toes, yanking out chunks of hair as they squashed and twisted her. Then, all she could hear, was chuckling.
"Hehe, oh you poor insects. You have no idea what a world of pain you're about to experience. But it's not your fault, or mine. It's THEIRS" Said Natalie, as she ground her toes down on her diminutive family.
"It's nothing personal, but you will suffer. But know this; I am about to be made VERY happy, and isn't that what's really important?"
Natalie smiled, lifted her boot, and...
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