Mathew quivered as he lay, surrounded by what seemed to be a soft rug of some sort. It was dark though, and he had been here long enough that his eyes were adjusting to the darkness quite well. He could see a ceiling high above him, some walls, a shower and a toilet. He was definitely in someone's bathroom, and judging by his position in the room, he was laying on the mat that they had positioned in front of their sink.

The little one simply was laying on the soft ground and recovering... He could hear someone moving around outside of the room, but that didn't bother him much right now. The only light came from the small crack beneath the door...

A shadow moved beyond the aperture. He could see someone there, wearing socks...

Hanna gently opened the doorway, yawning as she stumbled into the dark bathroom. She quickly hit the switch, turning the bright light on overhead which blinded the little being on the floor. It was abnormally hot outside for this time of the year, and she had an overly long - difficult day. She had already eaten on the way home, and now it was time to just brush her teeth and go straight to sleep.

By the time Mathew's vision came back to him, she was already standing in front of the sink. The water was flowing quite well, but Mat couldn't see any of it. His face was pressed deep into the sweat-soaked sock, each breath he took fueled his little arousal as he gathered more and more of that pleasureful pure energy. He was still unable to move much more than just his hands and toes, which curled in response at the imminent danger...

Casually, she bobbed her heel up and down... Each motion threatened to crack the little one's skull, but he was somewhat safe. She finally did it though, shifting her weight onto that foot fully... Mathew was buried beneath her! The sweaty fabric pressed down all across his body evenly as the soft rug absorbed most of the pressure. He could hardly breathe as the musky air filled his little lungs. His body quaked with pleasure, anticipating his death at any moment as she stood with her full weight on his tiny body.

Hanna yawned an adorable little yawn before flossing her teeth. Her feet smelling this bad wasn't a normal thing, it mostly had to do with the massive heat wave that was going through her area and all the work she had to do...

She stood for a moment, looking herself in the mirror... Completely unaware of Mathew's plight beneath her foot as his bones threatened to snap at any moment. Lazily, she lifted up her right foot and began to peel off the sock she had on. That was not the foot that Mathew was beneath... The additional pressure was enough for a few of Mathew's little ribs to snap... He let out a muffled whimper as the air in his lungs was forced from his little body. The sound of his own bones breaking was all too familiar, but fortunately it hadn't come to that quite yet.

She tossed her sock aside, then began to work on the other. Mathew's little body lifted from the ground with her sock as she pulled her foot free from the sweaty fabric, but he didn't stay stuck to it. He fell about half way up, landing on his back in time to get a glimpse of the beautiful girl that was about to end his little existence here. She looked so tired, so worn but at the same time she was still completely adorable in everything she seemed to do.

He saw her bare sole come back down toward him, and he braced himself for impact.

She was gentle in her step, not putting any real pressure on him. She simply let her foot rest on his tiny body, pinning him down beneath her skin directly under the ball of her foot. He quivered and quaked, breathing in the ripe stench of her sole as she cleaned up for bed... It took forever, but when she finally did start to move again - Mathew came with her.

Not just for a second, but for good...

He was stuck to her skin like dirt, and though she hadn't actually hurt him yet, she was about to. The safety of the soft carpet was replaced with the unyielding force of hard tile. Again, she let out a squeaky yawn - too tired to notice the extra bit of debris on the sole of her foot as she made her way to her bedroom. Right before impact it happened again...

Time slowed, his perception of life changed as every sense he had was brought to its fullest. Every scent her foot produced filled his little lungs, and he was able to savor it in a way he never could before. Everything was different... Pleasure was far more intense, and so too was the pain. In his current state, as he felt the cold floor press onto his back, he felt nothing but pure bliss... As the pressure increased so too did the pain, and finally he was beginning to crush beneath her. It took far too long, and he felt every blood vessel in his body as it ruptured. Every bone as it snapped... Every muscle as it was ripped from its bone due to the pressure. It was the most intense death by crushing he had experienced in a while.

*Pop*

If she were fully awake she might have noticed, but she was not. Mathew's death was quick for her, enough that his resistance was just an insignificant little 'Pop-squish' that could have even been a clump of dirt for all she cared... She lazily walked to her bedroom, set her alarm, and fell into bed...

She never knew - The next morning his carcass was washed down the drain during her morning shower...