Altered state chapter 1

“What do you mean it’s performed an illegal operation? Why the hell did it do that?!” Mike screamed at the computer. “Having trouble?” Simon said from the desk opposite. Mike looked over to him, he was grinning smugly. “No, the stupid machine is just playing up.” Mike responded. Simon laughed. Mike stood up and began to leave his desk. “Where are you going?” Simon asked. “To the water cooler. I need to get away from this machine before I throw it through a window.” He replied. “It’ll come out of your pay if you do.” Snorted Simon. “Listen, while you’re up, could you walk to reception for me? I’m expecting a fax.” “Sure.” Sighed Mike and set off.

Three years. Three years in this job and Mike hated every second of it. He often wondered what it would be like to do something different, just change profession completely, after all, he was young enough, but he didn’t have the nerve to quit. The job he was in may not seem so bad to some, working in an office, security, decent wage. It seemed like he had a cushy number. However, to Mike, it was terrible. The main problem was the work he did, finding it mind numbingly boring and tedious. Then there was the fact that he didn’t really get along with many people, except for Leslie. One person whom he really detested however was Simon, his supervisor. Mike found him to be obnoxious and patronizing and basically an all round jerk. Mike cursed himself for not having the guts to quit and start something new, at only twenty-one years of age there was nothing holding him back. Nothing, except himself.

After finishing his water Mike headed down the corridor and turned into a small room by the entrance. It was the reception room complete with a phone, fax and of course, a receptionist. “Hi Leslie.” Exclaimed Mike. “Oh hello Mike. How are you?” she asked.

Leslie was a fairly old woman, about early fifties or late forties Mike guessed, who was, surprisingly, quite attractive for her age. Her face showed signs of aging and her blond hair was dulling and turning grey a little but her face was still pretty and her figure was not to shabby either. She was wearing her work uniform, navy blue blouse and a long black skirt stopping just above her ankles where Mike saw she was wearing strappy sandals revealing her tan, nylon covered feet. Mike had always had a thing for feet and Leslies in particular. They were quite wide and well formed and she always wore sandals with nylons, which Mike loved. He looked at her toes through the nylon mesh to see that her nails were painted a deep red today.

“Have you come to pick up Simons fax?” Leslie asked. Mike nodded. “It’s in the tray on the side.” He retrieved it. Just then a large middle aged man entered the room carrying a package and walked to the reception window. “Delivery for a Leslie Andrews.” He said in a gruff voice. “I’ll take that.” Leslie said and the man slid it under the partition in the glass followed by his clip board.

“If you could just sign the bottom of the form please.” He said. Leslie did and slid it back to him. The delivery man then said goodbye and left. Leslie looked at Mike. “I wonder what this is?” she stated before ripping the package open. It turned out to be a small remote with many different buttons littered across the surface. There was also an accompanying note which Leslie read, as she did, a smile grew across her face.

“It’s from my sister in Germany. It’s one of her gadgets.” Leslie said. “One of her gadgets?” Mike asked. “Yeah, she’s a scientist. She works in the genetic field, I think. She’s really good, works for a high profile company. Sometimes she sends me some of the things she’s worked on. A lot of them can be really useful.” She said. Mike wasn’t really sure if he believed her. “So what does that one do?” Mike asked. Leslie continued reading. Then she laughed. “Apparently it changes the molecular structure of a living creature to that of an ant.” She laughed again. “Yeah right. Seriously, what does it do?” Mike asked.

“I’m telling the truth. She sent it because I have a problem. There are a lot of foxes where I live and they keep destroying my garden. She says this should help.” Mike just shook his head. “That’s impossible.” He said.

“Oh really.” Leslie said. She looked out side and saw a cat in the car park not far way from them. “Let’s see shall we.” Leslie opened the window, aimed the remote at the cat and fired. To Mikes eternal surprise he watched as a beam shot out of the remote and hit the cat. A bright light surrounded it the creature, when it faded the cat was gone. The two then headed outside to where the cat was. Mike couldn’t believe it, there was a tiny ant on the floor. “Lets see if it works changing back.” Leslie said and fired again, hitting the ant. Again there was a bright light, when it faded the cat was now restored.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Mike. “That was amazing!” Leslie laughed. “See, I told you.” Mike stood in awe for a while before being interrupted by Simon. “Where the hell is that fax?” he yelled. “Oh sorry, here it is.” Mike said and handed it over. “Stop the chit-chat and get beck to work.” Simon growled before storming back inside. Leslie looked at Mike, smiled, and rolled her eyes. Mike smiled back and began to walk inside with Leslie. “So I’ll see you at five.” Leslie said.

“Five?” Mike was puzzled. “Yeah, remember, you said you would help me put up some shelves. I asked you last week.” Damn. He had completely forgotten. “Oh yeah. Sorry, must have slipped my mind. I’ll see you at five.” The rest of the day past, very slowly, as usual but Mike couldn’t help but think of Leslie’s device. It was incredible. His thoughts then drifted to what it would be like to actually be transformed into an ant for a while. The thought excited him but he dismissed it quickly realizing how dangerous it could be. He looked at his watch, it was time to go. Mike walked to reception where he saw Leslie putting on her coat. “Ready?” she asked. He nodded and they both left for her car.

Two hours later Mike was sat in Leslie’s front room as she handed him a cup of coffee. “Thanks for the help with the shelves. It would have taken me forever to do on my own.” She exclaimed. “Don’t mention it.” He replied and took a sip from his coffee. Directly in front of him on the table he saw the remote. It brought a smile to his face. “That thing is incredible. Your sister must be very talented at her job.”

“Oh she is, very intelligent. We’re very close; even though she lives abroad we still keep in close contact. She is brilliant to me. When my husband died years ago she helped me through. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” “That’s nice.” Mike stated, feeling a little uncomfortable and not really knowing what to say. Leslie looked at the remote and smiled. “I wonder what it would be like to be turned into an ant. It must be really weird.” She said. Mike smiled. “I was thinking the same thing earlier today.” “Would you like to try it out?” she asked playfully. “What, me? Turned into an ant? No way.” He replied. “Oh come on. It’ll be fun.” She giggled. “It’ll be dangerous.” He stated. “I’ll be right here, nothing will happen to you. It won’t be for long, I’ll change you right back. I promise.” “I dunno.” He said but Leslie persevered. Mike had to admit though, the thought was quite exciting to him and after a while he conceded.

“Okay then, but promise me you’ll be careful and change me straight back.” He said. “I promise.” She laughed. Mike stood up, shaking a little. He was very nervous. Leslie then grabbed the remote and stood in front of Mike, pointing the remote at his chest. “Are you ready?” she giggled. Mike took a deep breath. He had butterflies in his stomach. “Ready.” He said. Leslie pressed the button and the beam came out of the remote and hit Mike. It felt warm, even through his clothes. Then he was blinded by a bright light and then it happened. Leslie looked down to see Mike’s clothes now piled on the floor. She held her breath and picked them up, dropping them on a nearby chair. She then scanned the floor and smiled. She spotted him.

Mike couldn’t believe it. Everything was absolutely huge. He looked directly in front of him to see Leslies giant feet encased in her sandals and to his surprise he could smell the. It was a shock to him that ants could smell at all but he definitely could smell her feet and the smell was strong. It repulsed him a little. He then heard her thunderous voice from above.

“It worked. Your so tiny.” She bent down to get a closer look. “Wow, what’s it like? Not that you can respond. Sorry, that was a silly question. Can you understand me? If you can crawl forward.” Mike did. Another surprise for him was how easy walking was. For some reason he was expecting it to be difficult and take some getting used to, but it was second nature. Leslie laughed from above. “Well, I guess you can understand me.” She lowered her giant hand to the floor, palm up, and spoke. “I’ll change you back soon Mike I promise, I just wanna get a closer look at you. Crawl into my hand.”

Tentatively he did as told and crawled in her huge palm. He could see all of the lines in her rough feeling skin and her hand seemed to stretch on forever. Leslie laughed and stood up, bringing her palm up to her face. He could feel her warm breath on his minute body. It did not smell pleasant. He looked at her impossibly large face. It was an awesome yet petrifying sight. Being this small and helpless was definitely scary. He saw her mammoth lips form a smile revealing her immense teeth behind them.

For Leslie the feeling of having Mike so small in the palm of her hand was not what she expected. It was exciting, yes, but it was more than that. It was a feeling she couldn’t place. It made her feel good, powerful. And seeing his minute fragile form completely at her mercy was strangely 3;erotic. Dark thoughts entered her head as she thought of things she could do to him. It made her smile. She then snapped out of her trance, this was a person. It was Mike. She couldn’t harm him. She lowered her hand to the floor.

“Wanna go explore little guy?” she giggled. Mike didn’t know what to do. He wanted to be returned to normal but then he thought he may as well make the best of it. Leslie was around and he felt safe with her. Thinking what to do he scanned the room and spotted an old pair of Leslies clogs next to her couch. The thought of crawling in one at his size was irresistible, so he headed towards them.

Leslie watched him intently as he went scuttling along the floor. “Where are you going?” she giggled. To her surprise he headed for her old clogs and began climbing up the heel. “Ew Mike, you don’t wanna go in there. They must smell awful.” She laughed. Mike reached the top and looked down into the depths of the shoe. It was dark at the bottom and it did smell. But it excited him nonetheless. He headed inside. Leslie saw him disappear into her old shoe and those dark thoughts entered her head again. Her heart began to race.

At the bottom of the shoe the smell was really bad and he couldn’t see too well. He turned around and was about to began crawling out when he heard Leslie’s voice from outside. “Need some company.” Then, to his horror he saw her giant nylon foot enter the shoe. It happened so quickly Mike had no time to move and before he new it he was trapped beneath her massive, smelly, wiggling toes. They began pressing on his body, completely smothering him, forcing him to smell their disgusting stink. It was awful.

Leslie meanwhile was grinning to herself. For her, this was amazing. She could just feel him tiny body beneath her toes and began wiggling them over him. Smothering him and squashing him gently. She knew it must be terrible for him in there but she couldn’t help herself. She new he’d be a little upset when she restored him. After a while the foot left the shoe and it began to move into the air. He saw her giant smiling face come into view.

“I’m sorry Mike. I was just playing, I couldn’t help myself.” She laughed. “Let’s get you out of there shall we.” The shoe then tipped upside down and he saw her hand awaiting him to fall into below him. However he remained in the shoe, his legs sticking to the walls. Leslie then took her hand and banged the side of the shoe. “Come on Mike. I said I was sorry. I was only playing.” She said and banged it again. This caused Mike to loose his grip and he fell from the shoe. Leslie saw this and tried to catch him but missed. He fell down onto her foot. To mikes surprise he was totally unhurt. He looked up to she Leslie bend down.

“I’m sorry.” Leslie giggled. “Are you alright.” She then noticed a small hole in her nylons above her toes. Another idea popped into her head. She smiled and flicked Mike’s tiny body towards the hole. Mike was petrified as he fell into her nylons between her second and third toes. However, mid-fall she suddenly brought her toes together mashing him between them. Leslie laughed at his plight.

“I’m sorry Mike. Don’t worry, I’m only playing with you, I’ll restore you in a little while. You just feel really good down there.” She said. Mike began thrashing about which made Leslie laugh again. She then walked to the couch, each step causing mike to be squashed between the two giant toes. The smell was indescribable. Mike didn’t find this funny at all. Leslie then sat on the couch and propped her feet up on the table in front of her. She could just make out Mike trapped between her toes, struggling. She grinned and began flexing her toes, lightly squishing him over and over again.

“What’s it like in there Mike? Being squished between Leslie’s big old toes? Are you having fun?” Leslie joked, and then laughed. Mike was livid. He wasn’t having fun. This was torture. Her feet stunk and he was being squashed relentlessly between her foul smelling, sweaty toes. Again and again they would press together, completely engulfing his entire body. Between squashes he saw her face in the distance, smiling the whole time. She was enjoying this.

Finally the torture stopped. “I think you’ve had enough for today.” Leslie giggled and flexed her toes one more time. However this time she accidentally caught one of his legs in the nylon mesh and pulled it off completely. Mike was in agony. Unaware of what happened Leslie worked her thumb and fore finger into the hole and gently gripped Mike, pulling him out and dropping him into her palm. He began rolling about.

“What’s the matter with you?” Leslie asked and upon closer inspection realized that one of his legs was missing. Leslie couldn’t believe it. Not the fact that she had ripped off his leg; it was the fact that she felt no remorse. Instead she felt excited. Giddy even.

“Aww, did I do that to you. Poor little Mikey.” She said in a mock tone then laughed. Mike then saw her huge manicured hand come into view and pinch another one of his legs between her thumb and forefinger’s red painted nails. “Did it hurt?” she asked and ripped of another leg, Laughing as she did. What the hell was she doing? The pain was unbearable for him. Then she did the same thing with the rest of his legs. Mike felt pain and fear like you wouldn’t or should I say couldn’t believe.

Leslie looked at mike lying in her palm. She felt good. “Well, it look’s like you won’t be going anywhere. Not on your own accord anyway. Now, I have to tell you something Mike. You’re not going to change back. Ever. Believe me, I never planned for it to happen this way, I didn’t expect to feel the way I did. But like I said, I can’t help myself. It’s nothing against you. Infact, just to prove that, I’ll do you one last favour. It wouldn’t be very fair to let you live out you’re life as a bug with no legs would it? So, I’ll end it for you.” She said with an evil grin. Mike couldn’t believe what was happening. Scared wouldn’t do justice to the way he felt. Leslie then pinched his tiny body roughly in her thumb and forefinger and brought him up to her face. “Bye bye Mike.” She said with a grin. She then dropped him face up inside of the sandals she wore that day. Mike looked up to see her smile and raise her giant foot above his body and insert it into the shoe. Her toes past over him and he could make out every detail on her nylon covered sole. It was huge and stretched as far as he could see. The foul smell was ever present to. Then her foot slowly lowered, making contact with his body and slowly coming down, engulfing him and compressing his body. Leslie could feel his body under her sole. She pressed down slowly, she wanted it to last. She wanted him to experience the fear. Mike made his peace with God as the giant, smelly foot came down completely squashing Mike into nothing more than a stain.

Leslie let out a sigh. It was the best feeling she had ever experienced. She removed her foot from her she and looked at her sole. Directly in the middle was a tiny stain that was one Mike. It brought a sinister grin to her face as she picked up the remote. This thing would come in handy.

“But I wanna go and see a movie. Can’t you do it some other night?” complained Jenny. “No, I promised I’d do it today. It won’t take long.” Reasoned Kevin. “Can’t she do it herself?” “Obviously not. Look, come with me, it won’t take long and then we can go see a movie.” Kevin proposed. “What? Go with you to help put up shelves for your aunty. No way.” Jenny stated. “You’ve never met Leslie yet, you’ll love her. C’mon, please. I swear we won’t be any longer than an hour.”

Jenny slumped down onto Kevin’s unmade bed wondering whether or not to accept her boyfriends offer. Kevin meanwhile watched her as she sat on his bed pulling that cute face she always pulls when thinking. She was absent mindedly twirling her dainty foot, letting her flip-flop fall from it before sliding it back on. She repeated this several times before finally speaking. “No more than an hour right.” She asked. “Cross my heart.” Kevin replied.

“Okay then. But be as quick as you can.” The two continued talking as they left Kevin’s room and set off to their destination. The sun was beating down as the couple headed to Leslies front door. “You didn’t say anything about walking so far.” Complained Jenny. Kevin just smiled and knocked on the door. After a short wait the door opened. “Kevin dear, how are you?”

“I’m Okay aunty Leslie. How are you doing?” he asked. “Very well thank you. And who is this lovely young thing?” asked Leslie turning her attention to Jenny. Jenny smiled politely. “This is my girlfriend Jenny. I brought her with me, hope that’s alright.” Kevin said. “Absolutely. The more the merrier.” Leslie stated with a smile.

The pair then followed Leslie into her house. Kevin noticed that she was still wearing her work uniform and deducted that she must have just gotten home. As she walked Kevin could hear the sound of her nylon covered feet slapping off her sandals and through the nylon he noticed she was wearing bright red nail polish.

Leslie led them to the room where the shelves needed assembling and let the two get on with it. After a while she went and made coffee for everyone.

“Let’s have a break.” Leslie shouted to them from the living room. “There’s coffee here for both of you.” Kevin and Jenny headed into the living room and sat down on the couch next too each other. Leslie was sat in a chair opposite twirling a remote in her hand. “Is that for the T.V?” Kevin asked looking at the remote. Leslie smiled.

“No, this isn’t an ordinary remote. This turns living things into ants.” She said in a matter of fact manner. Kevin and Jenny looked at each other and laughed. “Seriously, what’s it for?” Kevin asked. “I told you.” Leslie said with a smile. “That’s impossible!” stated Kevin. “Oh really. Well if you don’t believe me why don’t we try it out?” she said. “I’ll turn you into an ant. This remote also can change you back so it’ll only be fore a couple of seconds.” Kevin laughed. “This is so stupid.” He said. “So why don’t we try it?” Leslie responded. Kevin laughed again.

“Okay, why not.” He said and stood up. Leslie pointed the remote at him. Suddenly a bright beam shot out and engulfed Kevin and he seemed to disappear as his clothes fell to the floor. Jenny let out a gasp. Leslie however just got up and placed his clothes on the couch beside Jenny, as she did a tiny ant could be seen at her feet. Jenny couldn’t believe it.

Kevin was in awe, directly in front of him he could see Leslie’s giant feet in her sandals, her massive toes wiggling every now and then. He looked up to see the two giant women looking down on his tiny form, Leslie was grinning.

“I told you.” Leslie laughed. Her voice was like thunder to Kevin. “Oh my God, Kevin. You’re an ant.” Jenny said. She turned to Leslie. “Is he Okay?” she asked. “He’s absolutely fine. It will be weird for him but there’s no harm done. He can be changed back to so don’t worry.” Leslie responded. Jenny giggled and looked down at Kevin. “This is wild.” She said. Leslie laughed. “It must be pretty scary for him. He’s so small.” Jenny said.

“Maybe.” Leslie replied. “I mean he isn’t even as big as the sole of your flip-flop.” She giggled. Jenny laughed too, she then looked down at Kevin and jokingly hovered her foot over him. Kevin looked up to the pink rubber sole that was now the sky above him. “Better watch where you’re going Kevin, you could get stepped on.” Jenny said with a laugh and then pulled her foot back and set it on the floor. Leslie was laughing as well. “Your terrible.” She giggled. Suddenly Leslie reached down for Kevin; he watched as her impossibly large hand lowered down to him and roughly grasped his tiny form between her giant thumb and forefinger. His head spun as he was effortlessly lifted from the floor in his auntie’s grasp. She brought him up to her face and studied the tiny struggling ant that was trapped between her fingers. She smiled.

“Don’t be scared Kevin, we’re only playing with you.” Leslie said to him. Her hot breath washed over Kevin as she spoke and it made Kevin struggle even more. He wasn’t really scared because he knew they were playing, this was his aunty for Gods sake. However he thought that Leslie wasn’t really aware of what she was doing to him, her breath wasn’t exactly pleasant. However Leslie knew exactly what she was doing.

“We need some where to put you little guy, you will get lost on the carpet.” Leslie said before looking to Jenny. “I have an idea. Why don’t you take off your flip-flop Jenny and we can put him in that. He’ll stand out better on the pink of your shoe.” Jenny laughed.

“Hey Kev, wanna go for a ride on my shoe?” She said playfully and kicked off her flip-flop and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. Leslie then lowered Kev and dropped him onto the surface. Both girls giggled. Kevin wasn’t really amused at them having fun at his expense. He looked around; the flip-flop seemed to stretch out forever in ever direction. The surface was slightly dirty and damp. Kevin the noticed the odor, the smell of Jenny’s feet.

Leslie and Jenny looked down on him giggling as the saw him moving about. “This is unreal.” Jenny stated. “I wonder what it’s like for him.” “You wanna try?” Leslie asked. “Me? No way.” Jenny replied. “Oh come now, It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen for yourself.” Leslie said as she picked up the remote. No, I really don’t want to.”

“It’ll be fun.” Leslie insisted and fired the remote not giving Jenny the chance to argue further. In an instant she was transformed and saw the awesome sight of a giant Leslie lift her own giant clothes from her and set them aside. It was an incredible experience and Jenny wasn’t as scared as she thought she would be. She knew Leslie wouldn’t let harm come to her. Jenny then watched as Leslies giant hand came down towards her. She let herself be taken up in Leslie’s surprisingly rough grip and be deposited on the flip-flop with Kevin. What a weird experience this was for Jenny, to be standing on her own giant shoe. She noticed the smell and although disgusting, Jenny found the whole situation quite funny.

“You two look so adorable down there.” Leslie’s voice roared from above. The two tiny ants then watched as the giant got up and retrieved something from a nearby cabinet. It was a clear glass jar which Leslie placed next to the flip-flop. Kevin wondered what that was for. Leslie then picked them both up, one in each hand and placed them both in the jar and screwed the top on.

“This is so you don’t run away.” She giggled and headed into the kitchen. Bemused the two listened and heard Leslie talking on the phone; Kev realized that she was talking to his mother.

“No, he never turned up. He’s probably off with that girlfriend of his and forgotten about poor me.” Leslie was saying. Kevin couldn’t believe it.

“Don’t be to hard on him.” She continued. The conversation lasted about ten minutes with the two women getting into some idle chit chat as they always did before Leslie finally said her goodbyes, hung up and walked upstairs. After a few more minutes she came down and walked back over to the jar, smiling down at its two inhabitants. Kevin noticed she had removed her sandals and nylons and she had the nylons in her hand.

“Just taking care of something.” She said as she unscrewed the top and peered in. “Now we can play for longer.” Neither Kevin nor Jenny liked this and started to feel uneasy about the whole thing. They watched as a smile grew across Leslie’s face. Looking down at the two of them right next to each other gave her an idea. The two ants watched in disbelief as they saw a ball of yellowy white spit build up at Leslie’s lips and dip down towards them. Unable to react in time they were engulfed in the horrible bubbly saliva. This caused Leslie to break into a fit of laughter as she watched to two scrambled frantically in separate directions trying desperately to get themselves out of her spit that completely covered them before finally breaking free. A horrible feeling washed over them.

It took a while for Leslie to finally stop laughing. “Oh you two are just too cute. I think it’s time to play.” She said happily and lowered her outstretched finger into the jar, pressing it against Kevin’s still wet body. This caused him to stick to her finger as she lifted him out and held him in front of her face. She laughed at his tiny from as it struggled. Kevin was terrified.

“Ah Kevin, my favorite nephew, are you having fun?” Leslie asked sarcastically letting wave after wave of her foul smelling breath wash over him. “Well now the fun really starts. Tell me, do you like my feet. I hope so because you’re gonna spend the rest of your life at them.” Kevin was horrified and struggled harder. “You see I have worn these nylons all week, and I haven’t washed my feet in that time so they smell terrible. So, Aunty Leslie is going to put you inside my nylons with my giant sweaty foot and you’ll be in there for as long as you can survive. Won’t that be nice?” Leslie said and broke into another fit of laughter. Leslie then lowered him into the toe section of one of her nylons and left him there as she removed her hand. Kevin was disgusted, it was so warm inside but that wasn’t the worst part. The smell was awful. All he could smell was his aunt’s sweaty feet and he couldn’t escape it.

“Here comes your company. Goodbye Kevin.” Leslie said as she inserted her foot into the nylon and positioned Kevin under the crevice of her sweaty giant toes. They were wet with sweat and the smell became more intense. “Oh you feel wonderful down there darling.” Leslie said and wiggled her toes over him with a giggle. She then turned her attention to Jenny who was at the rim of the jar attempting to escape.

“I haven’t forgotten about you sweetie.” Leslie said and pinched her roughly between her fingers almost squashing her. “You get to spend your life at my other foot. Hope you have fun.” She said with a giggle and then repeated the procedure she had used with Kevin, trapping Jenny under her toes.

Leslie was almost at the point of orgasm, the feeling was incredible and erotic and she knew refraining from squashing the two of them would prove difficult. She then sat down and propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. She then began to torture her little pets by trapping them between her toes and scrunching their tiny fragile bodies between them. Kevin found himself being squashed between two of his aunt’s giant sweaty toes for hours and every now and then he would catch a glimpse of her face from between her toes. Her eyes were shut and she had a huge grin on her face, Leslie was enjoying this. Kevin and Jenny were not.

True to her word Leslie kept the two of them trapped at her sweaty smelly feet for the rest of their lives. Jenny’s was the first to end two days later. It was another hot day and Leslie had just come home from work. She kicked her shoes off and walked to the kitchen with her slaves trapped suffering beneath her toes. Jenny had already given up on life and hadn’t moved in hours, she was just praying for the end constantly. Leslie had noticed her lack of movement.

“Have you given up already Jenny? You’re no fun if you’re not fighting you know.” She said. Jenny still didn’t move.

“Okay then sweetie, have it your way. Say goodbye to her Kevin.” She said and shook her foot so that Jenny fell underneath her giant sole. Then quickly and nonchalantly Leslie continued walking squashing Jenny beneath her. “I hope you still have some fight in you Kevin honey.” She said with a smile and felt him suddenly burst into life crawling about at her feet. This caused her to laugh. “You know your mother is worried about you, maybe I’ll call round to cheer her up.” Leslie said with a giggle.

Again Leslie was true to her word, the next day she called round to see Sandra, Kevin’s mother, to try and console her. Sandra was an attractive forty year old woman with long dark hair and a trim figure. Leslie and Sandra talked in the living room for a while, about Kevin and what could have happened; all the while Leslie was making life hell by squashing him beneath her sweaty foot and rubbing him between her foul smelling toes. Leslie noticed Sandra was barefoot and then noticed Sandra’s slippers next to her chair. It gave her an idea.

When making coffee Leslie made a small tear in her nylons and retrieved little Kevin before whispering to him. “Time to see mommy.” She then carried him back to the living room. For some foolish reason Kevin thought he may be Okay and Leslie was going to give him to his mother. These hopes were dashed as Leslie slightly dropped him into his own mothers’ well worn smelly slippers.

“It’s quite cold in here Sandra, why don’t you put your slippers on; your feet must be cold.” Leslie said picking up the slippers, causing Kevin to fall to the toe section and passing them to Sandra who took them and began putting them on. Kevin watched in horror as his mothers’ giant pretty foot entered the she and became his whole world.

“As the two giant women talked Sandra began dangling the slipper from her toes as she always did and bouncing her foot. Kevin was thrown about and became lodged between his mothers’ giant smelly toes. As she continued to play with her foot Kevin was squashed between them again and again. He began to struggle. Sandra felt the tickling and kicked of her slipper and lifted her foot up to see a tiny ant stuck between her second and third toes. “Ew, there’s a little ant stuck on my foot. How did you end up there little guy?” she asked playfully. Kevin was petrified as he had often seen his mother torture bugs before killing them.

“I hate ants.” Leslie stated. “There so pesky, just kill it Sandra.” Sondra smiled and began flexing her smelly toes harder and harder. “You should have been more careful now you’re gonna get squished.” she said and squeezed her toes together. Kevin was engulfed in his mothers sweaty toes as they pressed together slowly and painfully crushing him into nothing more than a stain. Leslie smiled and fought to hold back the laughter.

“Did that make you feel any better?” Leslie asked. Sandra replied. “A little.” Andy looked up from his glass prison to the outside world, a world which he once knew, a world that he was once part of. Now his life had changed immeasurably and there was nothing he could do about it.

Andy looked around and saw many others, many others like him, all ants. It still wouldn’t sink in and Andy doubted that it ever would. Then, to his horror, as he looked to the outside of his glass prison, he saw her. He saw Leslie. She was impossibly large, thousands of times bigger than Andy’s now miniscule body and she was grinning. Why had she done this to everyone? Why?

Remembering back only a few hours, when Andy was still among the human population, he relived the events which led to this madness. It all started on the bus ride home. As he had stayed back for detention in school, Andy was forced to use the public bus to get home which is when he saw Leslie, a woman whom lived in his street, traveling back from work. He had spoken to her on the odd occasion before, but never any sort of lengthy conversation, she wasn’t a friend, just a friendly neighbor whom he would acknowledge when he saw her. He did so on this occasion before taking a seat.

The bus wasn’t very full, 3 people in all, including him and Leslie and he was minding his own business when he saw something. Andy remembered it was like a blue flash, coming from the direction of Leslie toward the other person on the bus. When Andy looked towards that person, he was gone. Then he watched in silence as Leslie left her seat and went over to where the man once sat. It appeared as if she was picking something very small from the floor, and she placed whatever it was into a clear plastic bag. It was at this point Andy realized that Leslie was looking right at him with a grin. Before he had any time to react, she had pointed some sort of weird remote at him and then there was a blue flash. That’s when everything changed.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take Andy very long to realize what had happened. After looking at his own body, and the giant world around him, he quickly figured he had been turned into an ant. Although Andy quickly realized what had happened, he still couldn’t believe it. Then, he saw Leslie towering form come into view overhead; still grinning and she roughly snatched him up between her massive fingers without saying a word. He could remember what it was like to be held in this giant women’s tight grip, with her rough fingers squashing him and pressing against him. He was then deposited into the same plastic bag he had seen earlier. After a few minutes another person, well, ant to be precise was dropped into the bag. Andy had figured, correctly, it was the bus driver. Then, all of them were plunged into darkness as Leslie hid them in her handbag.

That was only a few hours ago, Leslie had since emptied everyone of them into what appeared like a small fish tank in her home and was now looking down at them, with that same evil grin. At last she spoke.

“Hello my little ones. I’m sure you’re all wondering why I changed you all into ants, well don’t worry. You won’t be like this for long, I will change you back, I promise. I just wanted to try this knew device and, well, maybe play with you a little. I swear that if you do as you are told, no one will get hurt. Who knows, maybe you’ll have some fun.” she said in a happy tone. This, of course, was nothing but lies. Leslie loved for her victims to think they were going to be safe. It enhanced the feeling of total power she got from this. She continued. “I think you’ll realize that I have no need to lie. If I wanted to hurt you I could just tell you. What could you possibly do? You’re nothing but ants,” she laughed. “Now, just trust me, and you will all be restored soon enough.”

Maybe it was the tone in which she spoke, or the sincere look on her face, or maybe the fact that she was a brilliant liar, but the fact was the little ants before her actually believed they would be safe. Make no mistake, they were not happy about the situation, but their fears began to subside.

“Now,” she continued, “who wants to be the first to be changed back. I want one of you to come with me, and after we play a little, I’ll restore you and you can go home!” With that she set her mammoth hand, palm up, in the tank. No one moved straight away, everyone waiting, nervously. “Come on,” Leslie said, “who wants to be restored tonight, the rest will have to sleep here until tomorrow, so, who wants to go home now?”

After a few moments pause Andy saw one of the ants slowly crawl toward the titanic hand before them. Leslie meanwhile looked down, grinning as the little ant crawled onto her hand and into her palm. She could just say feel its tiny legs as it crawled along her skin and she had to hold back a laugh knowing that this pathetic little ant was once a normal person. She raised her hand to her face and studied the tiny creature.

The ant was actually a 19 year old boy, Phil, whom Leslie had captured minutes before Andy had gotten that damn bus. Whilst still in awe of the situation, he desperately wanted to be restored to normal, hence him climbing into her palm. He had seen this woman around before, she had always seemed friendly, and besides, she was very attractive for her age. Maybe, Phil though, this could be fun. Suddenly her giant hand closed around him, cutting off his light and trapping him. Leslie then, with her free hand, put a lid on the glass tank containing her other little pets and left the room.

“Night night.” She called back to the others before turning off the light and shutting the door, leaving Andy and the others to contemplate what was going on. Whilst Andy wasn’t afraid for his life, he still thought this woman was, well, not all together there. I mean who would turn people into ants just to play with them without consent. It just wasn’t right.

Meanwhile Phil was in Leslie’s bedroom with her. She had already taken off her navy pumps and was standing in her stocking feet before him. Phil looked at her giant form as he sat on the floor in front of her giant feet. The sight was unreal; to see a person this big made him dizzy just looking up at her. She was still in her work uniform, a navy blue dress, and she was wearing tan colored nylons and beneath them he saw her toe nails were adorned in a pretty shade of pink. Phil saw that she had very pretty feet; however, as pretty as they were, Phil noticed they smelled really bad. Maybe it was his size amplifying the stench, but either way, it repulsed him.

Leslie could hardly contain her excitement. She spoke. “OK little guy. If you do as you’re told you’ll be back to normal in no time. Now, firstly, I want you to crawl onto my foot.” She giggled and pointed to her right foot. Phil looked at her colossal feet before him and saw her gigantic toes wriggle before him. What was she thinking? This was gross.

“Come on tiny, we don’t have all night.” Leslie said in a somewhat stricter tone. Phil then slowly crawled towards the monstrous foot that lay in his path and soon reached her smelly toes. The sight was awesome, Phil didn’t even reach Leslies toe nail and looking up further he saw her grinning face high, high above. Then he climbed her toes and reached the top of her foot before crawling onto her instep. He waited as she began laughing.

“Good boy.” She boomed. “Now hold on.” Suddenly his world began to move, like a rollercoaster, as Leslie began to walk. It was a simple thing for her, but for Phil, being at this tiny size on top of her sweaty foot, it was a stomach turning experience. The walking soon stopped after Leslie had paced the length of her room, and turning around to face her toes, Phil saw what was about to happen. Leslie lifted her ant clad foot into the air and began inserting it into a giant pink, fluffy slipper. He heard her speak.

“Now you stay put while I get ready for bed.” She said with a giggle, and before Phil could react her entire foot settled in the slipper. Unable to see, Phil didn’t move, however he could tell that these slippers were well worn as the normal sweaty smell from Leslies giant foot was now mixed with a strong musty smell from the slipper itself. Leslie meanwhile slipped on her other slipper and changed for bed, slipping into her nighty. However, she did not remove her tan nylons.

Once ready she slipped her feet from her slippers and looked down to see the tiny captive still on her foot. She laughed and reached down, snatching him up between her thumb and forefinger, bringing him to her face. She looked at the impossibly small form wriggling like crazy between her fingers. She knew she had hold of him tightly. She didn’t care.

“Now, let me let you in on a little secret,” Leslie said, each breath washing over Phil’s miniscule body. “I’m not changing you back. I’m not changing any of you back. You’re all going to die here.” She laughed. Phil began wriggling manically, but to no avail. She continued. “You’re going to die, and for no other reason than the fact that I enjoy doing this.” Leslie laughed again and then began to move her hand. She slowly inserted him into her nylons and pushed him down to the toe section to join her giant toes. She then removed her hand and wiggled her toes, laughing as she did. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Leslie crossed on foot onto the knee of her other leg and began to preposition her tiny captive through her nylons. Once he was under the arch of her toes, she squeezed them lightly to tease him and spoke.

“Now, you’re going to spend the night in there. If you somehow survive until morning, well, I’ll just squash you then.” Leslie laughed manically and squeezed him again before turning off the light and getting into bed. The feeling of this tiny, helpless person under her toes was indescribable. It was the feeling she was beginning to live for.

Poor Phil, however, was in hell. The heat and sweat from Leslie giant foot and toes soon built up. He became drenched in her foot sweat and could barley breath. To make matters worse, Leslie did not go straight to sleep. Instead she took pleasure in tormenting him further. She would flex her toes, squashing him between and under them. Sometimes he would slip down under the ball of her foot and she would relentlessly mash his tiny body into the bed under her giant sweaty foot. This torture went on for about an hour until Leslie glided off into a peaceful slumber. Phil spent the last night of his life under this giant old woman’s awful smelling gigantic feet.

Leslie awoke the next morning and checked on her captive. Dead. He had been squashed through the night between her toes. It brought a smile to her face. After getting ready for work and applying her make up, Leslie ventured downstairs to see her remaining captives. She walked to the tank. “Morning little ones,” she piped. “You’re little friend has fun last night with me. And, as I promised, I restored him and let him go home. He said he quite enjoyed himself.” She lied. However it worked. This made the tiny captives feel even more secure, just as she wanted. Suddenly the phone rang. Leslie answered.

  “Hello.” “Leslie, it’s me, Karen.” “Karen! Gosh, how are you?” “I’m fine. Did you get my little gift?” Karen asked. “The remote?” Leslie grinned. “Yeah, it’s really come in handy.” The little ants watched and listened from their glass prison as the conversation continued. Once done, Leslie walked back over.

“That was my sister, she’s home from Germany for a while and she’s coming to stay tonight.” Leslie explained to the ants. “Now, I can’t turn you back when she’s here as she would freak out if she knew what I’ve done, so you’ll have to stay like that for a few more days.” She said happily. Andy couldn’t believe it, she can’t do this to people. Leslie continued. “Well, I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” She said and left. Andy could only wonder what would happen next.

-littlelee

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