Shrunk man trampled by a cruel giantess

Thalia had never felt so powerful. As she walked around the office, the tiny man beneath her heel was a constant reminder of her authority. She relished the feeling of crushing him under her shoe, of making him squirm and plead for mercy

It had started innocently enough. Thalia had been cleaning out her closet one day when she found a box of old dolls from her childhood. There, at the bottom of the box, was the tiny man. He was only two inches tall, made of plastic and molded into a helpless position

Thalia was a 25 year old 5' 8" Latino lady with beautiful size 8 feet which always had red painted toenails. Her curves were to die for

She had an idea at work one day. What would it feel like, she wondered, to step on him with her shoe? And so, the next time she dropped something on the floor, she let the tiny man fall out of her pocket and onto the carpet. And then she did it. She stepped on him, with the heel of her shoe, hard enough to hear a satisfying crunch.

It was then that Thalia realized how much power this gave her. She could do whatever she wanted to the tiny man, and he would be completely at her mercy. And so, she began to wear her highest heels to work, deliberately stepping on the tiny man whenever she could. She would feel him squirming and writhing beneath her shoe, begging her for mercy, and she would simply laugh and apply more pressure

When she wore sneakers to work, she would put him under the widest part of her foot and grind him in a slow circle. She would hear him crunch under the constant grinding over and over. Sometimes she could catch herself breathing heavily while thinking about how helpless he was while getting crushed by a goddess like her

One day Thalia was in a fowl mood. Her boss who looked just like the tortured man had turned down her promotion and she had decided to work through break so no one was around. As the put the tiny man on the floor for the day, she had a different idea

She slid off her right sneaker and laid the man on the inside of it. She slowly put her foot back into her sneakers and felt him crunch under her socked feet as she applied pressure. This feeling felt different. She could feel the crunches better as she stepped around a little bit, testing her new idea

She smiled, imagining her boss under the heel of her foot. The sneakers were 5 years old and she wore them every day after work. She began mercilessly grinding him harder than usual, flexing her toned legs. She began breathing harder between the effort and feeling the squirms of the man even better than usual. As she ground him harder and harder into her heel, he began to stretch. She had never stepped on him this hard before

She couldn't stop herself. She slipped off the sneaker and sock then put him into the sock so she could feel her victim crunching under her entire bare foot. She began running her foot back and forth in her shoe, grinding his entire body lengthwise. She ground harder and harder until she was a heaving mess. She was enjoying the mans suffering and her superiority as a female. Her breathing became shallow and fast as she scrunched her toes and crushed the tiny man's face. She crushed the doll with one final stomp followed by more grinding. She let out a moan as she heard and felt the man crunch all at once

Satisfied, she went to the bathroom to wash up. Of course she left him in her shoe. She didn't care about him as a being. He was only there for her amusement, and now pleasure