You sniff, wiping some blood from your nose. But then you notice something very odd: the crushing pressure from Suzy's foot seemed to be increasing. Any more force and it feels like your head might pop like a grape.
"S-Suzy, please, just let me go!" you beg. She replies with a superior laugh.
"You want out? Too bad!"
To your slight relief, she kicks off her high heels and begins to press on your face with her bare feet. "Hah hah hah!" she bellows, chilling you to the core. "Now I can feel you squirm!"
Suddenly you notice something: her bare foot is now larger than your whole head. Panicking, you try to stand up, but you are unable to as the pressure continues increasing steadily. "Suzy! Are you... growing!?" you ask, terrified.
"Huh?" she says, slightly surprised. She takes her foot from your face, allowing you to breathe properly again. "Stand up." she orders.
For some reason you obey her, even though you could easily have run off. You gasp in awe at the sight before you: Suzy's crotch.
"Wow, I am growing, Ant!" she says excitedly. "It must be caused by my enjoyment of making you suffer!" she continues, slowly backing you against the wall behind you.
"N-no, please-"
"Shut up, you little dumbass!" she yells, punching you. A dribble of blood flies from your nose and you feel pain burn through your skull.
"Suzy, I'm begging you-"
She interrupts by tackling you down to the ground and kicking you in the back of the head. You are surprised you haven't been knocked out by now.
"Silence, and don't call me Suzy!" she commands powerfully. "From now on, I'm just 'Mistress'!"
"Um-"
Suzy stomps on your head before you get the chance to reply. Your face is smacked brutally against the ground, and Suzy gains about half a foot. This painful charade of punishment continues for about 5 minutes, before she finally picks you up off the ground. You are now only the size of a baby compared to her.
"Awww, who's a cute little Ant?" she sneers, dropping you. "Whoopsie! Buterfingers!"
You feel something in your back go 'crack', and just wish she would stop.
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