Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 12)

“Huh, guess you’re not even going to last the whole day, are ya, midget? There’s just less and less of you all the time. What are you, some kind of QUITTER?” Kayla teased in the late afternoon. The shrinker’s remaining constitution had thinned from all sides, while most of his torso was rubbed away too, and even his head had begun to shrivel like an old grape. This meant that Cody’s options, aside from palpably vibrating with tearful mentally-disturbed physical grief, were limited only to being smushed into the center of her sole, rolled back to her heel, and then punted closer to the ball of her foot again by the next upward launch. Whatever illusion of freedom he’d had earlier to move or rebel or beg for sympathy had long ago been melted away, along with most of the body parts that made him recognizable as himself at all. “Oh, only kidding! You can take a joke, Cody. I know you can. You’re not a quitter. We both know you’re giving it your ALL down there! As in, you’re giving all of yourself to my foot, because it won’t be long before you’ve got nothing left to give! Try to look on the bright side here. Your dick got abracadabra’d off a couple hours ago, and we both know that if you still had one right now, it would probably be rock-hard, just because you’re such a ridiculous out-of-your-stupid-mind masochistic foot freak who loves this kind of thing whether you can show it off or not, and then I’d have no choice but to make fun of you for that, too. So… bullet dodged, right? HA! God, I wonder what you must think about when you’re down there, especially now that you’re almost just a head? Well, obviously I don’t wonder it that much, since you can’t talk back to me, but you get the idea. That genie could’ve stuck you with anyone else in the world. ANYBODY else but me, and you probably would’ve been a whole lot happier than you are right now. Thank goodness you were too dumb to think any of this through until it was too late, huh? And… oh, would you look at that. You really are just a head now. Better watch where you roll yourself, creep. If I step on you at the right angle, you’d probably just pop. Oh, relax. That’s a joke, too. There’s no way I’d let you off so easy.”

Cody had no idea how no idea how he could even remain awake, let alone alive, while all that remained of him was the sanded-down nub of his head rolling around the inside of Kayla’s shoe like a crumby lump of clay. All he knew was that the phantom pain of every body part he’d lost to her was now localized to his skull in an electrifying fervor, while the scalding leather temperatures, pore-brewed sweat seepage, and unearthly brutality from more than five thousand trouncings under this leviathan foot today alone took their sweet time at last polishing off the final molecule of this particular life. He honestly didn’t know whether he’d finally suffocated, had his head exploded under her heel, or simply melted to a microscopic nothing, but he did know he was grateful for Kayla’s latest creative endeavor for excruciating persecution upon him was over at last.

Or at least it seemed so, as the shrinker came to again with his three-inch body fully intact, and no more scoured-off anatomy making him feel like a grotesquely abused figurine that’d been dumped through an acid bath. He was whole. Still, as Cody’s eyes readjusted to the light, he realized Kayla was smirking as she dangled him by the hips, which was never a comforting sign. After a day of prolonged torment, the sudden lack of grievous injuries felt like magical bliss to the shrinker. Yet this treat was apparently only destined to last for forty seconds at best, before the giantess’s other hand arose and pinched his right arm by the shoulder between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed, badly bruising and crushing a few smaller bones in Cody’s limb in her effort to get a good grip, though even as he groaned and fidgeted with pain, these afflictions were quickly turned into lesser concerns as Kayla made an abrupt 180-twist on his arm, accompanied by a chicken wishbone-like SNAP, and then tore the whole extremity loose from his shoulder.

As the shrinker inhumanly wailed in agony from the shock of having an arm casually plucked off his body almost as easily as flower petals, the disturbia-factor of this gesture was made a hundred times worse, as Cody’s last rebirth apparently had returned him to an “ordinary” shrunken human form, full of breakable vulnerabilities and crimson fluids ready to burst out of open wounds like a pinata if allowed. Of course Kayla didn’t flinch at her victim’s howling screams, and even whistled a jaunty tune while taking hold of his other arm and repeating the same barbaric turn-and-pull maneuver. This one hurt even worse, possibly because Cody knew what was about to happen this time and yet was still just as powerless to keep his other arm. By the time she moved onto his legs, the three-incher had no hope that his unholy cries would budge the giantess’s nonexistent sympathy, but he still had to try, deliriously begging Kayla not to do it. This, naturally, only inspired her to grin wider and then deprive him of his last two limbs all the quicker, pulsing and clawing and then shredding both legs free from the hips one by one.

Now just a head and squirmy torso in her grip, and at this point only praying that the brute-force pain might make him pass out, Cody was again aggrieved by the clumsy sensation of thick corks being shoved into the wide bleeding sockets of his missing limbs. That wasn’t what she was doing, of course, but rather tapping her fingertips over the messy viscera-tainted openings she’d shorn and omnipotently causing them to cauterize shut into gnarly-looking but flesh-closed stumps. It was still virtually impossible for the tiny quadruple-amputee to catch his breath, or feel anything except the still-surging wallowing of hurt just as vivid if not worse than what he’d felt while stuck in her boot all day, but it seemed he at least wasn’t going to bleed out for now. Though he sincerely wished he would.

“I don’t know if anybody’s ever told you this, Cody, but you would make a REALLY ugly worm. Just saying,” Kayla remarked as she marched God-knew-where, with the stubby weeping remains of her still-alive toy still clamped between fingerpads. “Just saying, no arms or legs really isn’t your look. I mean, let’s face it, NO look is really “your” look, but this one, especially? Definitely not doing it for you. And, look, not to feelings-shame you or whatever, but you’re a pretty ugly crier, too. All snotty and whiny and pathetic. Let me put it this way: if they were filming some stupid inspirational video about insane little midget dumbasses with massive foot fetishes who gave away their whole lives to literally the last person in the whole world they would ever want to own them, I think they’d just edit you out of it. You know what I’m saying? Anyhow, you’re looking like you could use a good lie-down right about now. Let’s find you somewhere soft and warm to take a chill pill.”