Just a Little Crush - Short Story

Amy sat at the bar, sipping on a drink as she observed the crowd. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face which was full of charm with its big, blue eyes and subtle smile. She was exuding confidence, and it made heads turn to her. She had come to the bar to unwind after a busy day, and there was no way she could have predicted what the night held in store for her.

Guy sat on a nearby stool, feeling a bit out of place in the dimly-lit dive.

He was an average-looking man with short, brown hair and brown eyes that scanned the room with uncertainty. Suddenly, a woman caught his eye. She was striking, with her long, blonde hair streaming down her back and a captivating smile on her lips. Guy couldn't help but admire her as she approached his table, carrying a shot glass filled with a clear liquid.

"Do you want to play a game?" Amy asked playfully.

Guy felt a little nervous but at the same time excited about the opportunity to play a game with this beautiful woman.

"Er, sure," he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. "What kind of game?"

Amy grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's a simple but potentially very erotic game," she said, raising the shot glass to her lips and downing its contents in one go. "Will you play?"

Guy hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, feeling a surge of adrenaline. He took the shot glass from her hand and followed suit, downing the liquid in one gulp.

As he set the glass back down, Amy smiled mischievously, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"The effects should take hold shortly," she said, placing a finger on his chest.

Guy felt a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. He didn't know exactly what to expect, but he was curious to see how this would play out.

As they chatted and flirted, Guy couldn't believe how intoxicated he felt.

He had never experienced anything like this before, and he was enjoying every moment of it. He felt like he was floating on air, his senses heightened and his body buzzing with energy.

Amy, on the other hand, was revelling in the power she held over Guy. She loved the way he looked up at her with adoration in his eyes, the way he obeyed her every command without question. She knew that this was just the beginning of something special between them.

As the effects of the potion began to take hold, Guy felt his body growing smaller and smaller.

Before he knew it, he was only inches tall, looking up at Amy's shoes from the ground. She towered over him, looking down with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Amy's voice was like a siren's song, commanding Guy to do her bidding. He responded without hesitation, his body obeying her every wish. She ordered him to crawl towards her feet, which he did, his movements slow and deliberate.

"You look so adorable," she cooed, cradling him gently.

Guy felt a surge of pleasure as he gazed up at her, his heart racing with excitement. This was a feeling he had never experienced before - the thrill of being so small, the sensation of his body so light and weightless.

Over the next few hours, Amy put Guy through a series of increasingly erotic tests.

Guy woke up at Amy's apartment, thinking last night was nothing more than a drunken dream. But as he sat up and got a good look around. He soon realized that last night was very real indeed. He could see in front of him Amy's feet. Her toes looking ready to play with his little body.

Amy: "Good morning, my little friend." She chuckled as she looked down at him.

Before guy could even answer, Amy lifted her foot above him, ready to stomp down on him

"N-no, please," guy begged, his voice barely audible.

Amy let out a sinister laugh, reveling in her power over him. She raised her foot higher and closer to him, the anticipation building.

"Please no," he begged, his voice bare and desperate.

Amy continued to taunt him, her laughter echoing through the room.

As she brought her foot down, he flinched in fear. But instead of the crushing pain he expected, he felt a gentle sensation on his body.

Guy tried to back away, but it was futile. He was trapped beneath her foot.

Amy smiled, pleased with the effect. "You're even cuter now," she said, examining him with delight.

"I can't wait to play with you some more."

Guy's heart raced at her words, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He had never experienced such a reaction before, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it.

"You're mine now, my little pet."

As the night wore on, Amy played with Guy in increasingly erotic ways. She would step on him with her bare feet, her toes curling around his body, and then she would pick him up and move him around her apartment, using him as she pleased.

Guy was overwhelmed with desire. Despite the terror he felt at being so small and powerless, he couldn't resist the pleasure of Amy's touch. He had never experienced such intense sensations before, and it left him utterly helpless.

The feeling Amy's foot on him was both terrifying and exciting at the same time. The power she held over him was incredible, and he felt like he was at her mercy.

Amy began to become a little bored with the gentle play, she knew she needed more. Something so over the edge. She need to slowly press harder and harder, until she felt guy pop under her delicate feet.

Guy thought for a while "This is too much, I don't want to be stepped at all"

But it was too late now. With lust in her eyes, Amy knew what she was about to do next. She gave him one last smile, A kiss and a wave. Then she lifted her foot into the air above guy.

Guy's heart rate increased as he waited for the inevitable crushing sensation. But instead, he felt her warm foot gentle pressing on him.

He waited for Amy to release him, but she didn't. Instead, she kept pressing on him with her toes, making him feel like a human pancake.

Guy couldn't believe how immense the pressure felt.

Amy enjoying every second of this. She kept pressing and pressing until…

POP... It had happened. Guy was no more. Something new had released his wriggling body under her foot. Something warm and wet.

Amy continued with the rest of her day. She went to work, came home, cooked dinner, and watched TV. But all the while, a small pieces of Guys tiny body lay crushed beneath her foot, his once-human form now reduced to a mere memory.

As the days passed, Amy began to forget about Guy. She moved on with her life, living each day as if he had never existed. She didn't miss him, and she didn't think about him.

But deep down, she knew that she couldn't forget about him.