(Young male pred. Violent trampling.)
For a brief moment, you look up at the towering pair's smirking faces, your mind ill equipped to parse the threat these young boys pose. By all means, you should be afraid of them. They're overwhelmingly stronger than you by sheer virtue of their size and their legs allow them to cover far greater distances than your tiny ones can. They also lack the moral maturity you might expect from an adult, and even adults might not be trustworthy given how casually the boys reacted to you! But...they're just boys. Not particularly menacing ones, either, and they aren't armed with anything beyond their Pokeballs and their cute pets.
But to these boys, you might as well be nothing but a toy, and they clearly plan on breaking this toy . Your thoughts are swiftly interrupted by a pair of loud THUDs. The boys' sporty sneakers smash down upon the dirt path, the quakes of their footsteps staggering you and shaking you back to your senses. You sprint away from the boys heading down the path towards the western side of the building. Chase and Trace nod to one another, playful grins on their faces. "Ha. Running little guy?" "Good luck with that lil dude!" The boys give you a brief moment's headstart before beginning their pursuit. You pant in and out as you round the corner. Rather than run ahead, you decide to stick close to the wall, hoping the boys will overshoot you.
WHOOOSH KTHUMP! A sudden and mighty kick from Trace's unexpecting foot dashes your hopes. You should have seen it coming...no doubt one of the boys would decide to cut the corner as tight as possible, and you just happened to be in the wrong place and the wrong time when he made that step! Trace gasps as he realizes he managed to land a kick on the little thing. Without a word he quickly capitalizes on the advantage, rushing down THUD THUD THUD and pinning you beneath his sneakered foot. "Y...you got him already!? " Chase asks, shocked at how quickly their pursuit ended.
"G...gosh..." Trace mutters to himself as he gently slides you towards the middle of the path. "That ended too quickly...it's almost like he wasn't trying..." The young boy says, intensifying the pressure over your tiny form ever so slightly. "Hey...I think I know what I ought to do..." Trace says. Suddenly, your body is relieved of the burden bearing down upon it. You pull yourself away from the giant boy, flip over onto your back, and sit up to see what he's up to. Maybe he's deciding to spare you. But as you observe him moving around, you begin to realize that he's doing something different altogether.
He's removing his shoe. But...why? Before you can ask, he suddenly sends his foot forward, pinning you down beneath his socked foot with a THUMP. Your entire body is engulfed in the soft, sweaty fabric of his black mid-calf socks, the scents of the boy's foot overwhelming your tiny form. "Heh heh. There we go! Now it'll last longer and I can feel him squirm!" The giant boy says as he begins to apply more pressure on you. The fabric of the sock may be far more relenting than the treads of his shoes, but this kid will easily be able to grind you into a stain all the same...and it's clear that he's going to love doing it.
"Haha~ok lil guy. Get ready to get SOCKED Trace grins before sliding his foot back just an inch and pressing down firmly, his toes clenching in the process. Your head winds up caught in the gap between two of his toes, the fabric of sock wrapping tight around your face, the scent of his foot overwhelming every attempt you make to breathe. He proceeds to drag his foot back and forth against the dirt, brutally grinding over your body. "Ha. Bet you wish you caught the little guy, Chase! You won't believe how cool it feels." "Mmm..maybe we could share?" "Eh...nah. Sorry, this is just too much fun." You can hear Chase grumble in mild annoyance...as if his 'plight' was anything like yours! Your entire body is in agony!
Chase begins to get a bit more aggressive with how he plays with you. He lifts his foot up, only to quickly press the ball of his foot over your tiny chest, a pop sounding out as he no doubt breaks your back. Not content just to feel your back pop beneath his foot, he proceeds to wipe you around the path, grinding you against the dirt once more. He lifts his foot up, only to smash the ball of his foot down onto you once more, this time following up with a twist. "Oh man. You're doing great little guy! Keep it up! This is fun!" He says, trying to coax as much resistance out of you as he can, rather than actually caring for your well being. Your continued struggles are met with smashing stomps. The boy pumps his fists up into the air playfully as he repeatedly stomps on you, focusing on crunching you down more and more with the ball of his foot in the process.
Eventually, your struggles begin to weaken enough for the boy to begin to lose interest. "Aww....I think the little one is done fighting back....oh well. Guess it's time to finish him off." He says, almost disappointed in your poor showing. He lifts his foot up and gently drags his big toe over your upper body, as if probing to see if there's any more resistance he can wring out of you . All you can do is lie there listlessly , looking up at him with your mouth agape and your eyes barely open. Confirming that you have no struggle left in you, Trace speaks up "Yeah...ok! Now get wrecked little guy! HA!" He lifts the heel of his socked foot up over your tiny form and suddenly sends it crashing down. WHOOOOSH. KTHOOOMSPLAAAAAT. Your body is splattered beneath his heel. He wiggles his foot around a bit and smiles. "Awe man..it's all gooey now. This is....amazing~" He says before lifting his foot up and grimacing at the sight.
"....oh. Those bigger tinies sure can leave a mess...crud." Chase chuckles in response. "Guess you'll have to change your socks before you leave town. Trace frowns. "Yeah...hey uh...you gonna wait for me." Chase chuckles . "Nah! I'm heading on. We both gotta do our own thing, right?" "Yeah....I guess..well...I'll see you later. " "You too buddy."
The two boys head their separate ways, having experienced their first encounter with a tiny.
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