Left to his own devices throughout the night, Mathew made his way back to the entryway to Buffy’s home. He couldn’t sleep, that much was still true about his position even though so much else had changed about his body in this reality. So, with Buffy fast asleep in her bed, Mathew simply went to her shoes and began to clean. It took hours of hard work and dedication, swallowing whatever grit and dirt she carried along with her throughout her days on the sole of her boots – a pair he was particularly fascinated with.

They looked fantastic. He imagined himself crushed in the grooves of her tread, adored every bit of his reality.

He didn’t even realize he was shrinking, just that the task was getting harder and longer to do. The more he worked, the harder it became to swallow and enjoy what he had before him. Though he persevered, and when he could no longer swallow, he scrubbed and wiped with his hands and whatever he could. The morning came, leaving Mathew in a state of exhaustion and ecstasy from his night of service to Buffy’s boots…

Rest was required. He couldn’t sleep, but he needed to just lay and relax. Time passed, he heard Buffy moving throughout her home before finally a pair of bare feet patted their way towards him. He sat up, proud of his accomplishments throughout the night, only to see her again; this time, much taller than he remembered her being.

She picked up her boots, looking down to see the tiny, blue haired speck on the floor. Immediately she gasped, stepping back as though she saw a spider.

“I didn’t even see you there,” Buffy said, setting her boots aside, “Oh my god. So, you can shrink, too? That’s hilarious. Well, looks like you’re ready to go!”

She reached down and plucked him up. He fit like a grain of rice between her fingertips, blue hair dangling down as he was lifted up higher than what felt like a skyscraper in a matter of a second. There was no way his voice would reach her now at his size, he was having troubles before.

“So, I need you to understand, little guy,” She began, with Mathew up high enough that all he could see were her teeth and lips as she spoke, “I have a lot of errands to run today. So you, are going to be my big little helper and you’re gonna ride along with me. Got it?”

She brought him up to her ear… Maybe being this close would help?

“Yeah!” Mathew shouted, “I’ll help out as much as I-”

She turned her head, now keeping him closer to her lips as she spoke.

“You know I can’t hear that,” she said with a laugh.

Without hesitation she picked up the same boot Mathew spent all night cleaning. She didn’t notice his hard work, but that didn’t matter to him. She dropped him inside the fluffy space, watching him fall into her boot and past the mouth, disappearing into the darkness. Mathew landed on her heel, gasping for breath. The smell was thick, musky, yet cool and nice. They’d been off all night after all, the heat that was once there had dissipated entirely, leaving only the smell of sweat and her boot’s natural smell to fill his tiny lungs.

Light flooded down in as she parted the zipper, her eye all he could see now.

“Ready?” She asked, though she didn’t expect an answer.

No socks. Her boots weren’t exactly designed for them, with a layer of fluff all around. Mathew watched as her bare foot slid in after him, her boot shaking and lifting. He tried to climb towards the toe section to no avail, he was too small and the slope was too steep. Buffy’s footprint, worn deep into the fluffy fabric, was all he could see until the ball of her foot pressed into the arch of her insole, then slid forward.

He was under her heel…

Ziiiiip~

The skin of her heel pressed him back into the fluff of her insole. It was thin, beaten down from likely years of use. Mathew kissed and licked, squirming slightly as he panted in pleasure before her foot lifted.

Fwap.

His lungs emptied with a smack as she slammed her foot down, jostling him. He could feel his arms press into the fabric, same with his legs.

Fwap, Fwap!

Two more strikes on the floor…

“Are you comfy?” She asked, though Mat felt too bruised to be able to move. He still tried, whimpering with pleasure.

Then she moved. Her weight shifted as she secured her boots, the sole smacking into the floor. Each time she stepped her heel pressed into him, his body straining to keep its shape. The only saving grace he had, was the insole’s soft nature. He wasn’t crushed outright. As she stepped, her heel ground down into his body, squishing his erection into his stomach, teasing him more and more. She clicked her heels, then marched in place, pounding him deeper into his place as her insole debris. Each stop was painful, yes, but the pleasure overwhelmed that sensation.

He was in heaven, ecstasy…

30 Minutes Later

“It’s already so hot,” Buffy said.

Mathew was roasting. Being inside her boot while she drove was phenomenal. He was pinned, the heel of her foot pressing down on him as she drove, shifting her foot from gas pedal to break when she needed to, then back again. Mathew felt her heel grinding down on him, pushing him into a state of wondrous ecstasy. The heat for her was bad, but for him, he felt like he was boiling alive under her foot. Aroused, intensely, he couldn’t help himself. He was almost on the brink; the first time he’d actually climaxed in her presence.

“My feet are sweating already, with this fur,” Buffy said, “It is just. Hot. Enough. You feel that my little termite?”

The light turned green, and she was off again… On her way through traffic to get to the first of her many errands.

25 Minutes Later

Crunch. Lift, step, tap, press. Lift, step, tap, press.

“Oh my goodness, it’s amazing how sweaty my feet are right now,” She cooed, not expecting him to hear her.

But he could, through her body he could hear whatever she said. It was muffled, though it reverberated down into his tiny core. Mathew had climaxed, though the sensation was lost on her – Likely she just thought it was a burst of positive energy, the blue liquid disappearing in a sea of sweat as her hot, slick heel pounded down on him again, and again, and again. Bones were starting to break now; the softness of her insole wasn’t enough to protect him indefinitely. With every step she took, Mathew’s body struggled to keep its form. He was being beaten, and mercilessly brought to the brink of another climax.

Crunch. Lift, step, tap, press. Lift, step, lift, step, swing, lift, step.

“I hope you’re comfortable in there, little guy~” She cooed, “You little splinter.”

Another climax.

Once again, any benefits it would have given to her seemed to be attributed to something else. Perhaps the rush of energy she got from the power she held over him. Either way, she kept walking, and bringing him closer and closer to another little squirt. Eventually she stopped. Buffy ground her heel into the ground, relaxing as she waited a moment. Mathew didn’t know what was going on outside his torture chamber, but he didn’t care. It was dark, he could feel her skin kneading down on him, pushing him into his cocoon of intense sensory overload.

“Ugh, my feet are so sweaty… And achy… You have your work cut out for you, little guy. Yes, you do…” She said, before continuing to walk, “You are going to give me such a good massage when I get home.”

Three hours later…

She hadn’t acknowledged him in what seemed like forever. Mathew could hear her moving around, putting stuff away as she idly walked on him. Her heel kept pounding down on his body, though he wasn’t stuck in the insole anymore. He had molded to her heel. There was no blood, all the bones he had were pounded to dust leaving him a quivering little speck of agony.

Her phone rang…

“Oh, hey girl!” She said, “Oh yeah, no. I’m not busy. Yeah, I just got back from running errands. I am telling you, it is so hot today… Yeah, I know… Yeah, no – Yeah, like I was at the gym yesterday. I’m going to be going in later today too… Yeah, no I have a long shift after this… Oh yeah, I was totally checking him out… Oh yeah, you know how I am with that. I’d like to shove my foot all the way down his throat…”

Her constant shifting and moving was just driving Mathew mad. He’d already climaxed dozens of times, and in his new state, crushed yet still mostly intact, his erection was still throbbing. He whimpered in pleasure every step she took throughout her conversation with her friend, listening into everything she said whether he wanted to or not.

“What’s that?” She continued, “Oh my god, you know it… Ugh, there’s nothing more satisfying than crushing a man’s balls underneath my toes... No, you are, oh my god… I will not behave… Yeah, yeah no – like, I’m totally… Okay, okay… Oh yeah, I’m down for that, I could go for a jog. Right now? Okay! Yeah, I mean I’m already really hot right now, but… Uhm. Yeah, I don’t mind! I mean, who doesn’t love a good sweat, right? Yeah – I’ll talk to you in a bit. Oh! Shit, y’know actually I have some yardwork that I need to do. It has to get done. Yeah… How about later tonight? Oh yeah, you know me I’m good to go afterwards. Okay! Fantastic, alright! Then I’ll talk to you soon! Okay, byeee~”

It wasn’t long after that she had everything put away. Mathew, trapped inside her boot, felt every shift of her weight as she spoke up again, this time talking directly to him-

“I dunno how you feel about this, my little termite, but things are about to get a lot. Hotter.” She said, tapping her foot to punctuate the end of her sentence.

She laughed, then walked off…

He could hear the floor’s texture change to grass as she stepped outside. He listened to her as she walked, as she moved around, and she was absolutely correct. Buffy walked around, working outside, doing the chores she said needed to be done. Mat couldn’t believe the temperature could get any hotter than it already had, but it was – Rising still, hotter and hotter as she worked. He couldn’t tell what she was doing.

Stomp, twist, drag – She wiped off her boots at the front door after all the work she did outside, then stepped on in. Sitting down, she finally started to take off her boots. He heard the zipper slide up, her voice rumbling through her as she mentioned how sweaty she was. Cool air from her home assaulted his tiny form, though it was fleeting as he clung to her hot, soft heel. She savored the sensation of her foot being removed from her footwear, before noticing him stuck steadfast to her skin.

“Oh!” She said with a laugh, “I forgot you were there… Oh.”

She started to peel Mathew up. He didn’t know what he looked like, just what he felt like – A tiny blob, formerly human-shaped, with the print of her heel’s skin permanently pressed into him.

“C’mere… Woah, man that stinks,” She complained as she held Mat between her index finger and thumb, “Did you have your fill? Huh?”

Mathew couldn’t think. All he could do was quiver, hardly able to see in his flattened state.

“You’re expressionless,” She continued, and she was right – Mathew’s face was smeared and twisted, crushed down by her steps over the course of her day, “You must be pretty dumbfounded right now. Bet you didn’t think that something could get that smelly? And that sweaty…”

She laughed, moving him back to her heel… Even this crushed, his erection was still strong, almost virtually unharmed and throbbing amidst the quivering mass he had become.

“Oh well, little guy. I guess I’ll just put you right back.”

Her index finger pressed him back into her heel, face first. His erection ground into her skin, twitching and throbbing as she pushed him into her skin.

“You know I can feel that!” She said, slapping her foot onto the ground. “Oh my gosh… I am about to make you my plaything… Get over here.”

She peeled him up again, then went off to relax in her living room. Curling up, she started to knead him between her index finger and thumb, rolling him around like putty. He was misshapen, no longer a human form, just a quivering little lump of skin and the occasional crunching bone. His internal organs were putty, long since destroyed by her day. She simply rolled him around, sighing softly, enjoying her time relaxing while she played with him.

“It’s so nice… Just having a tiny man to squish. I didn’t know how much I was going to enjoy mushing and squishing your flesh and guts together…” She cooed, “Just for pure fun. What a delightful, sticky, blue squish you are… I don’t know if you’ve had enough yet… Oh yeah, that’s satisfying…”

He started to feel like he was falling apart, being rolled into a thin cylinder, twisted, mashed and reformed. Like before when she killed him on the first night, he was starting to lose track of what sensation was where. If a crushing press was on what formerly was a foot or a hand. She mashed him down, squishing him like putty as she relaxed. Just her fidget toy, a thing to pass the time.

“Whoops,” She cooed, “Gotta keep you together, I guess.

Parts of himself stayed on her thumb, pressed into the print of her skin as she rolled him around idly…

“I still have so much to do with my day, my feet smell so bad,” She eventually continued, “I can smell them from here…”

Mathew healed, just in time to be trapped between her toes. He squirmed, but was quickly twisted and broken again into an unrecognizable smudge of a person. Her toes flexed, toying with him, rubbing him into her soles as she used his body to relax.

“Mmmh,” She cooed down to him, “I love grinding you up. I love how sticky you get when you’re all mixed up with your own fluids… Yeah. I could just… Do this all day, it’s so relaxing.”

The toying went on for hours it seemed. She healed him, ground him back down, healed him again. It wasn’t something she was actively aware she was doing; his healing abilities were based on her wants and desires. Whenever she wanted to feel his bones break, he’d come back, his bones reforming to give her what she wanted as she ground him between both of her feet. Eventually though, he found himself jammed between her toes, no longer trapped in between the walls of grinding skin.

“Oh!” She said, “Where did you go, little guy?”

Buffy started looking around for him. She peeked down to the floor, but not seeing his hair anywhere, she twisted her foot to look from the top and splayed her toes. There he was, a mess of skin jammed into the webbing of her toes like jam.

“You got stuck between my toes? Oh my gosh… Whelp? I guess there you’ll stay… I think it’s time to watch some tv.”

Kicking her feet up, Mathew’s body healed again. He didn’t move though, he relaxed, taking in deep breaths as he quivered. Her toes flexed as she clicked through different things to watch.

That’s where he stayed…

A speck of sentient grime, quivering and whimpering for her pleasure. She adored the power she held over him, knowing a living being was reduced to grime in the webbing between her toes…