This choice: Rachelle, she seems the most eager to squish someone. • Go Back...Chapter #4This One's for Glenn by: Matrim   "Rachelle, you seem eager, why don't you give it a try?"
"Don't mind if I do" Rachelle responded, smiling. She slid her foot from her flip flop, and wiggled her plump toes, each one topped in pitch black polish.
"Hey, wait a minute" said Tiffany. "I'm the one she fucked with, I should be the one to do it. You take the next one, Rachelle". "Fine, go for it". Her foot went back into it's flip flop, scrunching her toes a few times to get it comfortable. Tiffany sat on her heels to address Samantha. "You think I forgot about Glenn, bitch? You humiliated me in front of the whole school making him dump me for you. Doesn't matter anymore, Glenn's about to be single again and you'll never be with another man" she said sweetly. Expecting a reply, Tiffany did not get one. Samantha was curled into a ball, crying inconsolably. Tiffany stood. Realizing what was about to happen, Samantha got to her knees and looked up "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she sobbed, looking up with pleading eyes, but Tiffany was already out of earshot.
Removing her flip flop, she placed her heel on the ground in front of Samantha, the ball of her foot poised high above her. Long slender toes adorned with french tips let light down on Samantha from between them. "Bye Sam" With that Tiffany brought her foot down, lightly at first, the ball of her foot coming straight towards Samantha. From her perspective it was horrible, warm, wrinkled flesh pinned her to the carpet, preventing all movement. She could smell the sweat and feel the moisture, both of which were a product of the summer's heat. She thrashed wildly, frantically trying to avoid what she knew would be her death, but the soft pink flesh gave no quarter.
Up top, Tiffany was feeling amused. "This is so cool! I can feel her squirming, it kinda tickles". "Come on already, I want to try one!" said Becky. With that, Tiffany put all of her weight onto her heel. Slowly, she shifted the weight towards the ball of her foot where Samantha was. Tiffany felt the squirming stop, and the girls thought they heard a faint crack. Finally, after a few seconds, there was an audible wet pop, and Tiffany's foot made a small, quick movement as what was blocking it from touching the ground was suddenly gone.
"Ew, that sounded gross" said Becky. "Let's see!" Rachelle added. With that, Tiffany lifted her foot. Balancing on her left, she placed her right foot in her left hand, the sole pointing up towards the ceiling so the girls could get a closer look. The girls drew close to look at what was once a person. "Ew, gross!" was Becky's reaction, but she did not seem disgusted, and she did not look away. "Ha, I can see her face!" said Rachelle. Jenn looked at Tiffany with approval. A small, pulpy red mass was stuck to the ball of her foot. Samantha's arms and legs were visible, small twigs bent and twisted in all the wrong places, her midsection completely blown apart by Tiffany's foot. Black hair slick with gore lay in complete disarray, framing what was once a beautiful face. The flattening of her skull gave a deformed cast to Samantha's features, her jaw nowhere in sight.
"That was awesome!" Tiffany exulted. With that, she put her foot back down and dragged it across the carpet a few times. Soon, Samantha was off of her foot and nothing was visible on the carpet but a faint red smear. "Wow, she's dead" said Becky. "Who's dead?" Jenn replied. "No one's dead, all we did was kill a bug, I dunno what happened to Sam" she said, making an innocent face. The girls smiled to one another. "Well girls" Jen continued, "What's next?".
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