Abigail gazed skyward as a low-flying Airship cut over the tops of the trees. It was taking off from a dock on a nearby building on a trip across the sea. She could even see the ship's crew and passengers aboard the ship as they wandered around. Passengers leaned over the edge in wonder as the crew maintained the ship well. They were never armed - There hadn't been a war in the steam utopia in a full generation. She felt absolutely blessed to live in the time of innovation and discovery, a true renaissance era devoted to chemistry and steam.

She was a renaissance woman - Abigail had extensive skills in many different areas of invention. Her passions were in chemistry and engineering though - both were beautiful arts to her.

She felt every footfall as she walked, enjoyed the wind that blew through her vibrant hair and cooled her skin. She had just started a new project back at her lab, but today was just such a bright and wonderful day - she couldn't help but go out into the woods. Abby happily hummed a little tune as she walked, completely oblivious of any creatures that might wind up beneath her footfalls. She almost felt like dancing to her own little tune.

Mathew lay naked in her path, his little body quivering in pleasure as she approached. He couldn't speak, not that she would hear him at his microscopic size. He was small enough that he would be able to ride an ant, she wouldn't be able to find him even if she wanted to. He watched as her shoe came over his tiny form. Dust fell on his body as the sun overhead was blocked by the sole of the happy woman's shoe. As she hummed her beautiful tune, Mat felt as though he were taking his last breaths in this short world.

*Whump*

Abby's boot came down relentlessly on his tiny form. Mat felt pain shoot through his body, though he expected to feel more bones breaking than he did. His arms were forced above his head, his legs forced together and his arousal was pressed deep into the rubber tread of her shoe. When he opened his eyes, he was face to face with a dust and dirt covered sole. He was just small enough to fit perfectly in the tread of her heel, and her step was aimed so well that aside from the shock of impact... He was alive.

Her heel lifted, and he was taken along with her. Mat felt the force of gravity pulling him away from her shoe as though he were on a roller coaster without a back to the seat. He gasped, taking in a lungful of dusty air from the bottom of the girl's shoe as her foot lifted from the ground. Pleasure pulsed through every ounce of his little body as each motion gently ground his little arousal into her shoe as well.

"I have the basic structure, but now I just need to get the proper reactions to take place in the right order..." Abby said under her breath as she walked along the dirt path. "I wonder if I can talk the house into giving me another grant."

As her foot landed once more, Mathew's tiny body felt all of the shock. The dust from the ground shot up around his body in an explosive cloud, his body acted as a little balcony for the dust to settle on. He couldn't breathe for a moment as he gagged on dirt and gasped for the wind that was knocked from his tiny form. His body, though in a state of panic, was adoring the torture. He could feel no pain, only overwhelming pleasure as the dust and dirt pelted his little shaft...

Strangely enough, the tip of his little arousal felt... Damp? Was this another world where he could actually produce some form of liquid?

Mathew moaned as she took another step, the dust on his chest was forced up into his face again as the wind whipped along his little body... Just before another pounding step nearly knocked him out of his safe space. Just like before, the dust came flying up in a horrible cloud around his little body and blocked him from taking in any air. He began to cough roughly as pleasure pulsed through his tiny form with each beat of his little heart.

"Dad might not like giving me more though..." Abby groaned, "I need more materials if the project is going to work."

It was a common practice for her to talk through her problems with herself on her walks through the woods. She needed something big... Her current project was that thing, all she needed was something to push her beyond where she was now.

Another step, another blast of dirt and dust... The little one was on the edge when she stopped in her tracks. Her heel lifted up gently as she brought her hand underneath her chin in a thoughtful pose. She gently bit her lip as she began to tap her heel on the ground, unaware of the little passenger she had stuck in the tread of her dusty footwear. The more she tapped, the less control Mathew seemed to have. He felt worked up, though whether or not he actually did anything was completely by chance.

It happened...

A little squirt of glowing blue liquid spit from the tip of his little arousal. Mat nearly screamed in pleasure as his body nearly convulsed... It was almost as though when he found himself in worlds where he could actually climax, the act was far more overpowering than the average human's experience. The dust mixed with the liquid that he produced, however, which took away the glow and nearly made it invisible against the dark sole of her shoe. Mathew gasped, even though he climaxed, the pleasure was far from gone. As she gently tapped her heel on the ground, he felt his body slipping...

Then, the little one fell.

He slipped from his safe little alcove and plummeted to the ground. The little creature panted, using his shaky arms to push himself from the dirt he had landed face-first in before he felt it. The cold, hard rubber of Abigail's shoe came down on his back...

It didn't flatten him, it just slammed down into his back with enough pressure to throw him back to the floor. When he was face-first in the dirt again, the little one rolled his head to the side to see Abby's other shoe as she stood there. The heel of her boot came down with each 'tap' enough to just touch Mat's back teasingly, and with enough frequency that moving back into a safe spot was a difficult task. He could see the tread of her boot as it lifted up and down again and again like a moving ceiling.

The inevitable then happened...

The sole of her boot came down to rest as she shifted her weight onto that foot. Mathew felt the rubber sole land on his back and press him into the dust. He could feel his body sink into the dirt for that split second before it gave way beneath her. His left hand and his feet were the only things free from being flattened as the giant chemist stood upon his diminutive form. He could feel his eyes bulging from his skull the right before his sides spewed his intestines into the dust. His body popping beneath her was something she didn't even register.

Her beautiful green eyes drifted to a nearby tree. She had no real time schedule to keep, so instead of standing the young renaissance woman decided to relax in the company of nature. It was hardly a step away... As she sat down, her left foot rested with her heel in the dirt and sole exposed to the air. If Mathew had survived up until that point, tucked away in his little alcove, he might have been able to free himself from her shoe and get her attention. However - he was nothing to her now...

Reduced to a crushed insect on her heel.

An insect that would later be trampled into paste...