Breaking Up the Hard Way (Chapter 4)

“Almost there, babe,” Esther teasingly commented toward her shoe again, as she reached the bottom of the hill and started the ascent. It was a little more grueling having to fight gravity up the steep incline, but she was grateful for the fresh air after such a stressful day, and most importantly, knew that any additional warmth and sweat she generated would only make Brandon’s experience better. She couldn’t exactly feel his boner, but then again he was too tiny for that kind of detail, so the girl contented herself knowing how mind-blowing this must’ve been for him as she climbed the hill.

The walk was certainly blowing something, namely all of Brandon’s organs except his heart and brain. As Esther’s titanic foot fought the sloping ground, her beau tumbled now beneath the plain of her raised arch, which might’ve seemed a small mercy if he hadn’t already been so thoroughly totaled. Blood-spattered, in agony he never thought possible to actually remain conscious throughout, Brandon was left a broken shell of himself, too paralyzed from terror and actual paralysis to resist now.

With this brief reverie under his girlfriend’s arch, he found dark clarity in the sudden realization of what he’d actually seen upon entering her shoe. That was one of Esther’s wait staff coworkers pulverized to a cranberry splat inside the sneaker; obviously, his sweet introverted girlfriend would never willingly hurt so much as a flea, which meant someone had been shrunken and tossed in her shoe for effective disposal, and she’d been none the wiser. Regardless of the fact that Esther actually knew Brandon was down here, she obviously had no notion of how mortally wounded he was by her actions, and it was becoming even clearer that he was destined for the same gruesome fate as the shirt’s owner. Head spinning, belly full of rancid simmering foot-sweat, and frame wracked with unbelievable torment, the shrunken victim only hoped his end would come before he lost his mind entirely.

This kindness wouldn’t be given just yet, though, as Brandon continued slipping down the angled hill of his girlfriend’s insole while the giantess scaled a literal hill outside. All it took was an awkward misplaced step up the path, giving Esther reason to rebalance herself with a heavy-footed stomp, and her boyfriend plopped toward the most dangerous place in her shoe under her heel, when every other “safer” position had already reduced him to a gory shrunken quadriplegic.

The hump of Esther’s heel, rough and callused from daily standing shifts at the restaurant, was perhaps dirtiest and hottest of all, and baked Brandon beneath its awful heft just as potently as her boiling-point sweat, which was still continuing to rain from every angle and singe what remained of the little fellow’s ant-height naked body. Before, Brandon could take short reprieves from tasting his girlfriend’s sweat so potently when he closed his mouth, but after one obliterating crush beneath the leviathan Latina’s heel, her mini-boyfriend’s jaw was practically hanging off his head like a broken door hinge. This not only pushed the tortured sensations into a new stratosphere, but left his mouth cracked wide open to receive a continual deluge of boggy sweat.

“Wow… I guess somebodyreally is enjoying this!” Esther laughed with delight, feeling the foreign wetness of her boyfriend’s blood-spurting body and believing he’d cummed. “I really wasn’t sure about this, Brandon, but… I have to say. It is kind of nice having you down there. Let’s see if we can help you have even more fun now…”

With the top of the hill in sight, Esther began purposefully grinding and mashing her foot down heel-first now, ensuring the brutality of her filthy heel’s beating was quadrupled upon her little playmate. Brandon, already essentially shattered, nearly surrendered his life then and there. The rhythmic pounding, the pouring sweat-geysers, and the reeking foot-smog were all simply too much. He tried again to scream for help in his delirium, knowing it was pointless, but all he could produce was a squeak since his jaw was too broken to articulate. Esther was stepping down so hard, the cratered imprint of her foot in the insole was deepened as though remolded by a hammer, and Brandon was right at the center, buried in a shallow grave of his giant girlfriend’s shoe, though unfortunately, he was still clinging to life.

Reaching the grassy summit, Esther celebrated by doing her best to feed her boyfriend’s fetish with the climax he deserved. She lifted her foot high off the ground and slammed it back down as swiftly as she could, using the kind of curb-stomp strength that could’ve dented a car fender, and then immediately launched her sneaker up again for a second smack. Then a third. And a fourth.

Naturally, this at last exceeded what Brandon’s diminutive form could endure, though until the moment his heart actually stopped, he still took in every sensation and every affectionate yet lethal concussion from his astronomic lover. The first full-bore trample cracked his skull like a walnut, stretching it until it split; the next blow popped his eyeball out of its socket, dangled by the nerve, while the bottom half of his body was shorn clean off and chunkily painted on Esther’s heel; stomp #3 annihilated the rest of the little man’s shape, turning him to crimson mush stuck like old chewing gum to the bottom of her foot; the accidental euthanasia came on the fourth fall, extinguishing Brandon’s life and liquefying his remains to an almost unrecognizable goo-smear.

Right then, Esther confidently propped her sneaker up on a bench, ready to rest and savor the oncoming twilight with her beloved. The view from the top of the hill truly was gorgeous, and she couldn’t wait to share it with Brandon, especially now that they’d taken this big “step” in their relationship. Judging by the volume of liquid under her heel, it seemed her favorite micro-man was ravenously adoring their new game.

It was lucky Esther sat down on the bench first, because from the moment she’d unlaced her sneaker and examined the interior, found dotted red guts stained on the inside, and a misshapen corpse adhered to her heel, the girl went so faint it was a wonder she remained awake. Her shrill cry echoed across the suburb and broke the otherwise serene pre-sunset quiet. Esther screamed until she’d gone hoarse, nearly blinded by the instantaneous white-hot tears, as she struggled to delicately pluck Brandon’s remnants off her sweat-glossed sole flesh. Bits of him were spread now along her squelchy insole and up her arch, starting with the sanguine blob of his body ornamenting her heel and leading a trail of blood down the doughy creases of her arch.

“Brandon? BRANDON? BRANDON!” Esther droned on insane sobbing repeat. She cradled his viscera in her trembling palms, soon pooled with tears that submerged Brandon’s shrunken guts. “Oh, God, w-what did I do? WHAT DID I DO?”

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THE END (oof!)