Allison's eyes gazed almost lifelessly to the ornate ceiling of her home's living room as she lay on her back atop the enormous area rug she had. Her right hand was on her forehead with her fingers in her hair, which was matted with sweat... Her left was clenched in a fist at her side... Keeping her hands against something or tensed up helped her to reduce the amount of shaking she did. Her breath shook nervously as she took in air and pushed it out rhythmically...

In....

Out....

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, she could feel it in her throat. This was her life behind the curtains, alone in her room shaking in a ball of nothingness. She'd call the hospital but the weekly trip to the emergency room was the reason her house wasn't paid off right now. They'd already labeled her as a hypochondriac, or so she had suspected by this point in time. When she'd arrive at the hospital she'd wind up recovering... She knew she was messed up, she knew she was broken but in her panic she'd always break down and call something or someone to save her.

Now she simply suffered in silence... Not wanting to bother anyone anymore, and it was crippling. Like a full-blown fight-or-flight reaction for no reason at all accompanied with her mind constantly belittling her at every turn it could. Video games, her career, helped her to cope with the symptoms as a distraction but it wouldn't be the first canceled stream she came across.

Gods, it felt like she was going to die....

She felt like she had no control, like her mind was gone and she was just watching and yelling. Like she wanted to pull out her hair, claw at her own face... She felt insane, and none of the drugs she had helped. A few minutes had passed but it felt like an eternity... Eventually she slid her hand down her face, her hand quaking roughly before she set it on her abdomen. She let out another long, shaking breath before rolling her head to the side to see it... To see, him...

Tiny, blue hair... Staring upward toward the ceiling as though he were dead. She'd killed him, right? She was sure of it... Probably still had some of his hair in her boot's tread or something. But there he was, his tiny chest moving as though he were breathing. How'd he get there?

Didn't matter... He was a distraction, she needed him now more than ever to get her mind off of her symptoms. She pushed herself off the ground, rolling in his direction yet keeping herself up with her arms so that he was directly below her.

Mathew blinked his eyes, his senses returned to him as he tried to gather where he was. Resurrection was a normality for him now, the sensation of awakening in a new place as his newly constructed body essentially activated itself... However, this time it was very different... His blurred vision came back to him as he looked up to... Her, literally above him. Her hair dangled down in a matted mess as her eyes were locked onto his tiny body. All that supported her were her arms as she lay looking down to him.

"What?" Mat whimpered, recognizing her immediately from his time on the sidewalk.

"H... Hi..." She whimpered back with an awkward smile. She seemed like an entirely different person now from the girl he met before walking along home at night. Something was wrong, something desperately wrong and he could tell. "What's up, boot-licker?"

The moment she called him 'boot-licker', Mathew's little memories flowed back to him. It was one of those rare times where he awoke without being in a state of constant torturous pleasure. Her reference to snuffing him out along with her cigarette earlier, however, changed that entirely. He couldn't move, but he did become aroused. It was something she immediately noticed...

"Jesus dude, I'd tell you to put it away but... I mean, you can't, and I'm amazing so..." She said, talking mostly to keep her mind active. She didn't actually believe she was amazing, but being awkward was sort of her thing. "I also totally don't feel bad for snuffing you out earlier, you perv."

"I can't help it..." Mat whimpered out, biting his lower lip.

"Why haven't you moved?"

"Why haven't you?"

"I'll cut you, boot-licker." The threat wasn't something she sounded serious with, her tone was incredibly cute and innocent. These were definite distractions... Anything to keep her mind off what was just going on. Having a back-and-forth with a magical lilliputian was a major distraction. She still felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, but it was so much better now that she had something to focus on...

"With what knife?" Mat replied, "You are not prepared."

"Nerd." She replied, and with that she plucked the little one from the ground. Her hands were still shaking, but not nearly as bad as they were before. She was horrible at distracting herself during an attack and was prone to letting it ride out it's course, but she had a stream to do tonight and she really didn't want to disappoint. Without skipping a beat, she wandered into her gaming room and sat down in the chair with Mat in her shaky closed fist. All Mathew could smell was the light scent of cigarette smoke on her fingers... He could hear her fiddling around with drawers and objects inside.

"Perfect..." Allison said as she opened her palm and discarded him on the table. He didn't get much time to react as she wrapped some string around his head and tied it in a knot hat was large enough to fill his mouth. Once the gag was in place, she snipped the edges of the knot so he couldn't untie the knot himself and picked him up by his ankle. "You liked my cigarette a lot last time we met. So, I figured this would be right up your alley."

With that, Mathew was discarded into her ashtray. The little one fell face-first in there, exhaling deeply in order to kick the ashes from his nose. There were a few smashed up cigarette butts in there with him as well. She rolled him to his back, taking note that he still wasn't actually moving much on his own. She looked like a wreck, but that was alright... She had a comb near her desktop that she used before every stream anyway. She passed it a few times through her hair and slipped her headphones on over everything.

"You have no fucking clue how helpful you're being right now, boot-licker..." Allison said as she brought a cigarette to her lips and lit the thing. She took a deep breath, getting it well lit before she teasingly brought the cherry over Mathew's chest. He could feel the heat radiating from it, especially when she teased it around his arousal. "Thanks..."

She didn't burn anything, her attention shifted to her game. Eventually, the red light came on for her webcam and the screen shifted to what she had lined up to play. An indie game, something fairly chill for tonight so she could help herself calm down. Mathew gazed upward, helplessly as his body refused to reanimate and give him control. It wasn't long before the first ash came. She brought it over the tray without thinking of it and flicked the ash right onto his tiny face. It happened again and again as she went through the first bit of her stream.

Honestly, He was enjoying her company. She was genuinely funny, and sometimes - just when it was necessary for the game she was playing, she was sincere and serious. It was strange how perfectly she spoke, how she read the text in different strange voices breathing life into the characters that had no voice to begin with. She'd even name some when she thought it would be funny.

The cigarette came to an end though, and she was ready to extinguish it.

Allison didn't break character, she just glanced down with a sly smirk and brought the cigarette down... Directly over Mat's tiny crotch. She snuffed it out right over the little pleasure center radiating a painful burn throughout the region as she twisted the cigarette butt out on him. It sizzled, and Mathew screamed into his tiny gag... Strangely enough, the indifferent torture was actually an incredible turn-on for the little one.

It overwrote the pain with a strange, masochistic pleasure...

*The Next Day*

She left him in the ashtray after the stream like a discarded cigarette butt, not even bothering to take off his gag as she went about the day. She knew where he was, and she didn't really think he'd run away too quickly. By the time she returned to her little gaming studio to clean up a bit, she had changed. Her hair was different, she wound up dying her blonde hair the same blue color as the tips and she did the tips with a nice jet black. Her eyebrows were still blonde, but it didn't contrast her appearance too much.

She cut the gag from his mouth with her knife, taking note that the moment she rolled him into the palm of her hand - the arousal from the other night returned fully.

"Damn, you're hardcore." She replied, setting the knife - and the gag - down as she made her way into the living room. When she got there, she sat down where she had been laying before... Directly in the middle of her living room on the rug, and held him in her open palm. "You aren't even burnt."

"Don't ask me how..." Mat replied, his voice a bit scratchy.

"I wasn't planning on it. I do want to know if I'm right though..."

"Right?"

"This is your fetish. I did some research on it least night and found a lot of crazy stuff online about it... Some of the bad green-screen videos are kinda' funny and people can't act worth shit... I knew you had a kink when I said something about my boot earlier and you reacted the way you did. I think it's cute you wanna' get crushed like a bug."

"Cute?"

"Your little guts. I mean, it's not like I'm into that sort of stuff but it's what makes you what you are. And you didn't like, push it on me. I don't think you're the type to do that really. I do think it's cute that you actually want me to flatten you out like a bug though. I wanna' see what you look like after a day in my boot."

When she finished speaking, she tilted her head a bit. Allison didn't really wait for a response, she simply was curious about something. She unzipped the inside zipper of her boot and pulled it off, setting it aside along with her bright blue ankle-socks. She wanted to see what he'd do... So she set her feet on either side of the little one. They were hot, sweaty, and gross...

However, the little one began to crawl toward her foot. He began to knead, to smell and to lick at her skin.

She laughed, not sure how to take it. She found it adorable to be honest, how small he was and how easily he was manipulated simply by her putting her feet near him. Allison knew her feet would smell absolutely vile fresh from her thick combat boots. It wasn't something she could smell from where she was, it was more something she could feel. She watched him lick, it was really strange and awkward - but not bad... She let him work for a while, but when she got bored it was time to switch gears.

"Alright squirt." She said with a firm tone. "I have some shit I need to do... I really wanna see how fucked up you get if I wear you around, and I have a lot of walking to do today. You ready?"

"Always..." Mat whimpered, barely able to stand due to the overwhelming euphoria she had allowed him to reach.

"I'm surprised you haven't made a mess." She said as she brought her boot in front of her. His prison.

"I can't in most realities..."

"Good to know..." Allison said with a smirk as she plucked him from her foot. There wasn't a slow and teasing entry, she simply dropped him into her already humid boot like he belonged. "This is going to feel fucking weird."

He was already pretty well gone, but now he was intoxicated. The sweat and stench enveloped his little body as he saw her bright blue toes slide over the entrance of the boot. It was the last thing he saw this time around... She settled her foot in easily, feeling Mathew beneath her arch as she pulled up the zipper and sealed his fate. It was so strange, feeling something living in there... Breathing and moving... Quaking with what she would imagine to be anticipation.

She shrugged, and made her way toward the door. It was actually somewhat annoying for the first few steps, but when he flattened down a bit he fell from her mind. Slowly she forgot him throughout the day, walking on his little body as his soul clung to his roasting corpse...

It felt normal, like he belonged... So much that she didn't even think about him being there.

Forgotten, flattened...