HoF Poll #5: Dr. Bogue By Wormee!

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One of my personal favorites, the famous Dr. Bogue by Wormee! (Hmm, I hope i spelled that right)

Vote now! As always, polls last one week.


Dr Bogue. Boh-guh. His words rang in her ears to this day, talking to her like she was a two-year-old child. Rhymes with Vogue. Yeah right. It sounded more like some French guy trying to say bug in pigeon English. It was late. Too late. Every sane person was home already, sitting in front of the TV, out on the town, all having a better time for sure. But nooooo. Dr Bogue had to finish his work. Couldn't wait until tomorrow. Kim scowled and scribbled down the notes Dr Bogue had dictated to her. She glared up at him with such disdain. She wanted to be anywhere's but here. But Dr Bogue continued pouring liquids into bottles and shouting out dictation. She really hated the way he took her for granted. And the way he treated her, no respect at all.

"Now where did I put that…" said Dr Bogue, not bothering to complete his sentence as he scoured the lab table for his missing ingredient. "My office," he said as if reaching a great revelation. "Hold this," he said as he handed Kim his beaker and scurried away. Just like the rat he is, she thought to herself. Her gum bubble popped, the only excitement she had all night. She glanced up at the clock. Eleven already! This was getting too much for her. She rolled her eyes and dropped her jaw open, acting as moronic as she felt this whole situation had been. It caused her gum to fall out of her mouth. Down past her breasts and into the beaker she held for Dr Bogue. Kim looked at it in shock. This couldn't be good she thought as the gum steamed and dissolved in the liquid.

Dr Bogue came back in with his missing ingredient. He took the beaker from Kim and didn't notice her nervousness over being discovered. Usually she hated when he did that, for it meant that he held no significance towards her. He had always thought of her as an airhead. Only good for typing up dictation and making copies. But now she didn't mind, for it would cover up her blunder. He poured the ingredient into the vial, swigged it around and gave it a sniff. He then looked around the lab, but couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Where are the lab rats?" he asked Kim, but directed the question to no one in particular.

"They died this morning," she said, a little relieved about the change in subject, but knew it would not be a change for the better. "You only had two left."

"And you didn't get any more!" he shouted at the "outrage".

"I've been busy doing your stupid office work!" she stood up for herself. He was really starting to push her buttons now, close to all the pent up rage from past animosity.

"Stupid twit," muttered Dr Bogue under his breath, but loud enough for Kim to hear. Not that she needed to hear the words. She could tell his opinion of her from his manner. He practically radiated his disrespect for her. He turned his back to her and thought for a moment. Reaching no other conclusion he raised the beaker to his own lips.

"Are you going to drink that yourself," said Kim in reactionary concern.

"Well I'm going to have too, now," snapped Dr Bogue in contempt. "Seeing as how I don't have any more lab rats. Someone has to test it." Kim didn't even bother with a response; she just shot him a dirty look, a deadly look, and watched as he sipped the contents of his work.

At first, nothing. Then Dr Bogue coughed. Then gagged. Then convulsed. It caused him to drop the beaker, falling to floor and exploding in a black cloud. Kim tried to brush away the smoke as it went straight to her lungs and made her cough. But luckily for her it dispersed after a few seconds. She opened her teary eyes, but found no sign of Dr Bogue.

"Oh my God, Dr Bogue!" she exclaimed as she leapt down off her stool to the floor below. When she hit the floor she stopped and stood still. Something was not right with her landing. Instead of the sole sound of her leather pumps striking the floor, something had been added. A fat, wet squishy sound that came from the floor as she landed. She had felt something soft go flat underneath her. Oh oh, she thought. She looked down at her right shoe and saw something soft and pinkish oozing out from beneath the sole. She slowly leaned it back on its slender heel, afraid to look at what was under it. There he was, Dr Bogue reduced to only a few inches in height, and squashed flat by Kim's own foot.

"Oh God," she said, horrorized at what she had done. "I squished him." She heard a little moan from the floor below. But she thought she was only hearing things. She looked down at the flattened body. Her eyes grew wide as she witnessed what happened next. The body grew thicker, like an air mattress being filled with air. Slowly, Dr Bogue's body was reforming itself. The groaning grew louder and she realized she hadn't been hearing things, that Dr Bogue was still alive and doing the moaning. After a few seconds Dr Bogue was fully three-dimensional. Still only a few inches tall, but otherwise alive and well, except for the stunned expression on his face.

"What happened," he said groggily as if just woken from a deep sleep. His body ached all over. He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. It looked strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then his gaze fell upon the toe of Kim's shoe, as big as he was. He startledly jumped back. He never took his eyes off it. They looked up the shoe, following the arched foot, the shapely legs, up and up until he was looking far above at the glaring face of his secretary who now towered above him.

"I've shrunk!" he shrieked as it dawned on him. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Dr Bogue, I'm sorry," said Kim remorsefully, her words booming down on his tiny frame. "I accidentally dropped my gum in your formula."

"You what?" he shouted, both in anger and for volume so that she could hear him from way down there. "You stupid, lame brained cow! Haven't you even the intelligence of a rutabaga? Are you so dim-witted…"

"Well maybe if someone hadn't kept me here so late…" she bellowed back at him, drowning out his barbs. The shouting continued on both ends, but Dr Bogue was too small for his words to be heard, and Kim too angry too pay attention to what she was saying. Finally all the long hours, all the disrespect, all the insults caught up to Kim. Her foot came slamming down on Dr Bogue's fragile little body, crushing his head past his knees, mashing him into the cheap linoleum floor.
She suddenly realized what she had done and lifted her foot off Dr Bogue. He was squashed into a pile of goo, but slowly the goo started re-forming itself into a human body once again. More groans indicated that he was still alive.

"What did it do to you?' she asked in amazement. "You're all soft and mushy, like rubber."

"Mallable," groaned Dr Bogue. "Mallable's the word you're looking for. It must have been the gum. It screwed everything up."

"So when I step on you, you squish, but you're not killed?" She set her heel onto his head and pressed down, watching it squash and his eyes bug out. Watching like a child discovering a magical new toy.

"I can still feel it!" hollered Dr Bogue in a mix of fear and pain.

"I can stomp all over you…" she repeatedly stomped on him, trying out her new toy. "…and you're still around? Wow!" She stopped and stood back, watching the tiny man get reformed.

"It still hurts like hell!" shouted Dr Bogue when he had gathered enough strength to get angered and shout.

"Oh really?" asked Kim in a mischievous, playful chime. She bent down to look him right in the eye. "Remember all those times you yelled at me, degraded me, kept me working way too late? Well now it's payback time." She clutched his frightened little naked body in her hand, and stood up. "I'm going to chew you up, spit you out and step on you." There was a real meanness to her voice, which struck fear deep into the doctor's soul.

"No Kim, don't do it," he begged as he was drawn closer to her gigantic lips. "Please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But she refused to acknowledge his pleas. Her luscious red lips parted. He was drawn nearer and was put head first into her mouth. The lips closed in around him and sucked him in. He sputtered and gasped from the wetness that engulfed him as he slid inside. With a smile she clamped her jaws down, crushing his tiny frame. He struggled instinctively, but it was hopeless. His arm slipped between her back teeth and was crushed flat between them. She continued chewing, making sure that he was ground to a pulp. Treating him like a piece of gum.

The chewing stopped and her lips puckered up. Dr Bogue was spat out and sent flying across the room until stopped by a wall. He hit it with a splat and slowly slid down until he lay on the floor, stunned and hurting like hell. He couldn't think of anything, his mind a big daze of confusion and pain. Then more pain as Kim's shoe stepped upon him and squished him into the floor. Once her shoe was on top of him she pressed down slowly, making the moment last. She pressed down hard, making sure the pain would last. She twisted her foot from side to side, making sure he was sufficiently flattened into the floor.

"Oh dear," she feigned innocently. "I seem to have stepped in something. Better scrape it off my shoe." She said it for Dr Bogue's benefit, to torture him psychologically over what she was about to do. But Dr Bogue was so out of it, he barely heard a word she said. He just felt the pressure increase as she pushed down harder. Then she slid her foot back and his body rolled out from the bottom of her shoe and was all twisted up in a mangled mess. Slowly he started regaining consciousness, he body popping back into it's original state.

"Kim, " he weakly said. "You're fired."

"Fired?" laughed Kim as she picked up his twisted body off the floor. She acted as if it was the funniest thing she had heard and threw Dr Bogue to the floor in a fit of laughter. "Fired?" She kept on laughing and now slapped her knee and stomped her foot, which of course landed on Dr Bogue. She twisted her foot around as the laughter died off, grinding him into the floor before scraping him off her shoe once more. She picked him up off the floor and held him up to her face. "You're going to fire me? Ha!" She slapped her hands together, pressing him between her palms. She kneaded him like cookie dough, flattening out his body. She rolled him around in her palm, rolling him into a little fleshy ball, and then bounced him off the wall. Dr Bogue fell to the floor and rolled around a little bit before coming to a rest. Kim just sat there looking at him as his body slowly reformed itself.

When his body was back to normal (as in not flattened), Dr Bogue just lay there, too tired from all this crushing too move. He just wanted it to end, no more pain, no more agony. He noticed the floor was shaking and heard loud banging sounds. He turned his head to see Kim walking towards him, her footfalls thundering at his minute figure. He feared she would step on him once again, bringing more pain. But he was too worn out to run away. But she didn't step on him. She stopped just in front of him and looked down at his prone body.

"You always liked looking at my tits, didn't you?" she asked in a soft voice that still boomed down on him. Yes, he had considered her sexually desirable, but not much else. He was regretting keeping her around for this long. She unbuttoned her blouse and told him to get a real good look. They were enormous, even if he was full, size. But now they were monstrous. But he was too tired to care, and too worried over what was to come next. "Well why don't you get a real good look then." She picked up Dr Bogue and placed him between her breasts, pressing them together and squeezing him in between. She rubbed them together over and over, enveloping him with her flesh. "Oh, Dr Bogue," she moaned, mocking eroticism. Still holding him between her breasts she walked over to a chair. Standing over the seat she opened up her breasts and let Dr Bogue fall down onto it.

"You always wanted a piece of my ass too, didn't you?" she taunted. "Well here, have it all." She turned around and slowly lowered herself into the chair. Dr Bogue started crying out and scrambled to get to his feet. But he only managed to get turned over on his stomach before Kim sat down squarely on his tiny back. Dr Bogue was crushed into the fabric of her dress. His head had escaped falling under but now bulged out, like his facial expression from beneath her ass. He felt his body going flatter and flatter as she bounced and wiggled in her seat, just to torture him more. She did up her blouse while still sitting on him and waited to be fully dressed before getting up. She looked down at the chair but so no sign of Dr Bogue. She was puzzled and wondered where he'd gone. Surely she hadn't crushed him into oblivion? Then it dawned on her. She twisted around and looked down at her rear. Sure enough there was Dr Bogue mashed flat and stuck to her dress. She giggled at the sight and peeled him off. "Am I going to have fun with you," she told him as she tossed him back on the chair.

She walked towards his office and then stopped, realizing a mistake. She spun on her heel and walked back toward the chair. "Oops," she said as she picked up Dr Bogue. "Can't have you running off now, can I? Now where's a safe place to put you?" She thought for a minute, wanting to come up with a place that would cause him the most discomfort. "I know," she finally said. She bent down and took off her shoe and dropped Dr Bogue inside, his head laying near her heel. She slipped the shoe back on and felt his soft body under foot. It was cramped, but she knew that would be remedied soon. She put her foot down on the floor and took a step forward, stopping to feel the body of Dr Bogue flatten beneath her heel. She wondered about him suffocating in there. It would sure ruin her fun if he died. But as she felt him smush under her foot, she felt like taking the chance. So what?

She noticed his wallet on the floor and looked around to see that his clothes were flung all over the place. It didn't make any sense to her until she remembered the loud bang that hit when the formula had taken effect. She opened the wallet and looked through its contents. Lots of credit cards, a couple hundred dollars in cash. Kim started getting ideas, but thought better to shelve them now until she had time to think them out more thoroughly.

She walked towards his office, feeling the man in her shoe squish with each step. Inside the office she found the petty cash box with $1,000 in cash, and the checkbooks. She was going to write out a check to herself, but then thought against it. What if they come looking for them? She wouldn't want to give the police a reason to go poking around in her business. Better to leave that account alone for now. She had to think this out carefully. Planned right she would be set for life, thanks to all Dr Bogue's money. (He was paid very handsomely for his research work.) She gathered up the books and walked out of the office, stopping only to get her jacket, purse and a roll of string before leaving the lab entirely.


Her heels echoed through out the parking lot, but thundered in Dr Bogue's squished ears. Kim reached her car and got in. Before shutting the door she sat on the car seat and took off her shoe to free her tiny captive. She held him in her palm , watching for a sign that he was still alive and that her fun was just beginning. His body reformed and she noticed his tiny little lungs raising up and down. She smiled. Her fun would continue.

Dr Bogue was placed with his back on the accelerator pedal and tied down with the string. As he came back to his senses he realized where he was and what was about to happen. The door slammed shut. He looked up to see her face looking down at him with a devilish grin. The next thing he saw was the black leather sole of her shoe coming right at him. He tried to get away, but his binds held him tight. Squish, Kim's shoe pressed down on the accelerator and mashed him flat.

The car drove for what seemed like hours to Dr Bogue, hours that he had to endure being pressed under Kim's shoe. The only relief he got was at red lights when she would hit the brakes. But that was only momentary. When the light changed, her foot would come down again and squash him flat.

When the car stopped and she lifted her foot off of him, he barely noticed, he was too stunned to realize the reprieve he had received from his torture. Kim untied him from the pedal and dropped him in her purse. He felt himself be jostled around as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She had decided that that was all for tonight. Give Dr Bogue his rest. He's going to need it for the days to come.

The door creaked open. The sound of her high heels hitting the wooden floor could be heard. The door was slammed shut. All he could do was listen in the darkness. Then light poured down on him and a giant hand wrapped its fingers around his tiny body. Kim lifted Dr Bogue out of her purse and held him up to her face.

"And what are we going to do with you tonight while I sleep?" she asked, weariness in her eyes. "I know," she said and dropped Dr Bogue on the floor. With his tiny size the fall was like a hundred stories long. His light frame hit the floor and he would have thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been splattered, that is if he hadn't been stunned from the impact. Dazed, he could barely hear Kim open up her closet, retrieve something from it and come back to him. A large heavy heel fell upon his chest and knocked the wind out of him just as he was about to regain his wits. Kim had taken one of her tall brown cowboy boots and dropped it on Dr Bogue, trapping him like a bug.

"I suppose you could wriggle out from under there, though," she said looking down at him. "Ooo, I wonder what you would look like mashed under those heels," she said giddily. She took her shoes off and slid her foot into the cowboy boot. Dr Bogue was mashed flatter and flatter as more weight came down on the heel. His head was still sticking out and the more his guts were squashed the more his eyes and tongue bugged out of his face. Kim ground her heel to get him even flatter and then lifted it up slightly to take a look at his body. It was flat as a pancake and slightly rounded as his flesh had oozed out from beneath her pressure. She giggled at the sight of Dr Bogue and put her heel back on top of him, this time making sure his head fell under her heel too. She ground him under again and slid her boot back. She delightedly laughed at the twisted mess that remained of Dr Bogue.

Even though she had seen it a few times already, she was still amazed at the sight of Dr Bogue's body reforming itself, of course accompanied by the moans of pain from her crushing. Just as his body finished reforming itself, she stamped her heel down on him and delighted at the flesh that squirted out from beneath her heel. She stepped off of him and decided that that would be enough for tonight. She was like a kid with a new toy and couldn't wait to try all different kinds of shoes to squish him with, or come up with new ways of torturing her former boss.

"I could just put you in my boot," she said as she sat down and pulled off her boot. "But you'd probably find a way to knock it over and get free." She thought for a minute. On the floor Dr Bogue slowly regained his wits. Even though this crushing didn't kill him, it was still a very painful and very exhausting event. He looked up at Kim as she thought about his fate. He knew she was out of control, that he would be her toy in her sadistic little games. Unless he escaped. He looked around the apartment and saw the heating vent in the floor. He looked at her and saw that she wasn't paying attention to him. If he could just get to the vent he could probably squeeze in and crawl around the system. He slowly crawled towards the vent, not wanting to make her suspicious. As if her feeble mind could comprehend such a concept. Slowly, slowly… until he felt a great pain on his right leg. He gasped in pain and looked behind him to see Kim stepping on the leg and crushing it beneath her bare foot.

"Uh uh uh," Kim scolded him from above. "You're not getting away from me." She grabbed him in her hand and walked towards the closet. She started to look around for something on the top shelf, but found she needed both hands, and one held Dr Bogue.

"Do you stick?" she playfully asked as she smashed him into the wall. She watched as his flattened body slid slowly down the wall. Guess not, she thought, but realized it would still be a couple of minutes before his body reformed. She continued rummaging through the junk on the shelf until she found the box she was looking for. She glanced down at the floor and saw that his body was nearly finished. She drug him over with her foot and then placed both feet on him. She stepped up on her toes and squished the good doctor once more. She stood on him as she rummaged through the box and pulled out a thin set of black laces. She put the box back and settled back on her heels, stepping off Dr Bogue. She pushed her coats aside a cleared a small space on the coat rack. Bending down she scrapped Dr Bogue off the floor and held him in the palm of her hand, watching as he reformed.

When his body was back to "normal" she tied his wrists together with the lace, pulling so tightly that his little wrists were painfully mashed together. She looped the laces around the coat rack and tied his ankles in the same manner. There he hung, like a wild game she had captured. She then took another boot, a knee high black leather riding boot, and placed it just below Dr Bogue, so that even if he did somehow manage to get free of the laces, he would fall inside.

"Sleep well," she smiled as she blew him a kiss. He begged her not to leave him like this, but she had no intention of obey his wishes any longer. It was she who had the power now. She smiled at that thought as she shut the closet door on her tiny captive.



Dr Bogue awoke the next morning as light poured into the closet when Kim opened the door. His arms and legs were numb and the laces bit into his flesh sharply.

"And how are we this morning?" chimed Kim. Dr Bogue didn't bother replying. He just let his head flop wearily back. His neck hurt from holding it that way all night, not that he had much choice. Kim undid the laces on his wrists. Dr Bogue flipped upside down and now hung by his ankles. The feeling was coming back into his wrists, as was the shape, but now the blood was rushing to his head. Below him he peered into the long dark shaft of Kim's boot, laying down there like a mouth waiting to swallow him up. Dr Bogue suddenly found himself falling, hurtling into the boot shaft as the laces on his ankles were loosened. Kim watched with amusement as he fell in her boot and landed with a dull thud. "Guess I positioned that just right," she chuckled. She walked away from the closet and headed for the kitchen.

Dr Bogue sat at the bottom of the boot, dazed from his fall, but still alive. The thought occurred to him that he was now invulnerable in a way, and couldn't even find an escape in death. He couldn't die. He was doomed to live in this horror until he died of old age. Provided he could still die of old age. There were so many tests that had to be done on him, so much they still did not know about his new condition. Were there any other side effects? Was this permanent, or only temporary? He hoped for the later. He looked around at his surroundings and considered trying to knock the boot over. The shaft was way too high to climb out of. He pushed against the side but it would not budge. He cursed himself for not working out more. He went over to the far side of the boot, as far as he could go, and took a running leap at the inside shaft wall. The boot wiggled slightly as he struck it, but he was still too light to knock it down. He sat down in despair.

He was broken out of his train of thought as the boot was lifted up and turned upside down. Dr Bogue found himself sliding down and into Kim's palm.

"Ready for breakfast?" Kim asked the tiny man so non-chalantley. She took him over to the small dining room table and placed him atop of it. Across the table he could see her plate of bacon and eggs, and a glass of juice. "You do still get hungry, don't you?" she asked him. He looked at her and her plate suspiciously, then finally answered yes. "Well here are some bits of bacon," she said as she dropped a few crumbs before him. Of course at his size they were as big as his hand. He gobbled them up hungrily. She watched with amusement as he nibbled on the crumbs like one of the lab rats. He watched her nervously as she ate her breakfast. She caught his look and laughed at his terror.

"Boo!" she shot as she jolted in his direction, just to give him a scare. He jumped back and nearly out of his skin. Kim laughed and took a drink of her orange juice. "What are you afraid of?" she asked. That I'm going to do something like… this!" She slammed her glass down on top of him and began grinding it around with glee. Dr Bogue was mashed flat once again and this time the glass made his flattened body all smooth and shaped him into a kind of circle. Kim lifted her glass and laughed at the sport. She got an idea and ran for the kitchen.

Dr Bogue lay there slowly recovering and reshaping. He rolled around slowly in pain and wearily rolled over on his back. Would this torture never end?

He howled in pain as something heavy smashed down on his feet and crushed them. He looked up to see Kim standing over him with a rolling pin on his feet. With an evil grin she slowly rolled the pin forward and put her weight into it. The result was a Dr Bogue that was slowly being crushed, inch by inch. The pin rolled up his legs, his knees, his crotch, crushing, crushing, crushing. Squeezing his stomach, his ribs, his chest. The pain was tremendous, mostly because it was going on for so long. The pin crushed his neck, his jaw, his nose, his eyes until it finally rolled off of him. Kim looked down and laughed at Dr Bogue, entirely crushed flat. She left him to recover as she cleared the table.

Dr Bogue slowly regained his three-dimensional status and just lay there, recovering. His mouth felt dry now. He lifted his head and lay back on his elbows, looking around the table for something to dry his parched throat. Kim came over and towered above him.

"How was your breakfast?" she asked him.

"I'm thirsty, Kim," he croaked. "Get me something to drink."

Kim was slightly amazed at how, despite all that happened, he still thought of her as his employee. "You want something to drink?" she asked. "Here." A gob of spit formed between her lips and shot down atop Dr Bogue. He was covered in it, and disgusted by it. Kim just glared at him and smiled evilly. "That do it for you?" Dr Bogue was in too much shock to reply. "Come on, I'll wash you off."

She grabbed Dr Bogue gingerly by the foot and carried him into the kitchen. She turned on the tap and held him under the running water. He gasped and sputtered as the water flowed all over him and tried not to drown. But when she turned the water off he was still alive…and wet. She shook him around a bit to shake the water off. Then he was engulfed by a towel and smothered dry. He stood on the counter top and glared angrily at Kim. She looked down on him with… what was that in her eyes? Pity? He couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry Dr Bogue," she said. "I guess I got a little out of hand. I shouldn't treat you like that."

"Okay," he said. You had your fun, now let's get serious and figure out how to fix this."

"Oh let me have one last bit of fun," she said. "I'll make you a deal. I have to go out and do some errands. Let me lock you in the closet and I'll let you free if…" He waited for it. "You lick all my shoes and boots clean." His jaw dropped. She wanted what?

"But… but…" he tried to argue. But she wouldn't let him.

"Look, mister," she said as she towered over him, glaring down at him to remind him that she was the one in control. "You're not in a position to argue." Before he had a chance to say anything she grabbed him and whisked him away to the closet. She plopped him down in the middle of the shoe rack and glared down at him. "Well?" she scowled. "Start licking." Dr Bogue turned around and looked at her quizzically.

"You're not serious," he begged.

"Oh yes I am," she replied with a sinister little smirk. "Better get busy if you want your freedom. He turned around and looked at the giant shoes surrounding him. It looked like she had hundreds. And him with his tiny little tongue. He turned back to her and looked at her as if to say: are you serious? She leaned against the closet doorframe on her elbow. "Come on. Get licking. You want your freedom, don't you?"

He turned around and looked dejectedly at the task before him. He looked at the shoe closet him, a simple black patent leather pump. The slender heel rose high in the air, and was as tall as he. Cautiously his tongue crept out and he laid it against the heel. The leather felt cool and smooth against his tongue. As he slid it along its height, he thought this wouldn't be so bad. He slid his tongue to the bottom and hit a muddy patch. The mud tasted horrible to his pallet. He turned back towards Kim with a disgusted look on his face. She just watched with malicious glee at his reaction.

"That's a good boy," she mocked. "Now do a good job and you'll get your freedom. " He watched as she shut the door on him, leaving him alone with all her footwear. Reluctantly his tongue went back to her shoe.



Dr Bogue's tongue was dry and sore from all the licking. He sat down to rest. Then he heard the front door open. Kim was back and he had barely started. He leapt up to the closet shoe, a blue low heeled dress shoe, and franticly licked the massive toe top. The closet door flew open and Dr Bogue froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Kim stood in the doorway and glared down at him.

"Not finished," she scolded in mockery, knowing full well that he wouldn't have enough time. "Well I guess that means I get to keep you. Oh the fun I will have."

"But I didn't have enough time," argued Dr Bogue.

"Now now, you know our deal," said Kim as she picked up Dr Bogue by the head and lifted him high in the air. "You didn't finish in time so that means I get to squash you some more." She squeezed her fingers together, delighting at the sight of Dr Bogue's head squishing between them, the way his eyes popped out of their sockets and his tongue darted out of his mouth. She set him down on the nightstand to let his crushed head reform.

"It's time for my afternoon jog now." She sat down on the bed and undressed. As Dr Bogue's eyes came back into focus he could make out Kim's figure, and then all her naked details. As tired of this all that he was, he couldn't help but glare at her nubile form, her long slender legs, her large voluptuous breasts, her…

"Dr. Bogue!" shouted Kim in fake shock, breaking his concentration. "You naughty boy," she said and playfully slapped him. Of course because of the difference in size, her slap immediately mashed him flat into the wood of the nightstand. Dr Bogue just lay there reforming, too weary to even moan loudly. The next thing he knew he was being whisked in the air.

"Okay, ready to go," said Kim and dropped him into her running shoe. Dr Bogue lay there trying to figure out what just happened. He looked up and saw Kim's foot come right down on top of him. He was instantly crushed flat as she pushed her foot down a couple of times to get a good fit. The squishy doctor felt good under her foot, kind of tickled. Plus there was the fact that she was torturing Dr Bogue with every step she took. She walked around the room a little, smiling whenever she felt the doctor squish under each of her steps.



She headed out the door, down the stairs and into the street beyond. It was a beautiful sunny day and Kim basked in the sun. Maybe she'd take an extra long run today, she thought. She started running down the street. Each footfall crushed Dr Bogue deeper into the bottom of her shoe. Flatter and flatter he became, each time her full weight crashed down on him as her foot hit the pavement. He worried about being worn out, trampled into nothingness, but then he'd be free of her torture, wouldn't he? He didn't think he could be that lucky.

Finally he felt her slow down; the crushing became less intense. Until they hit the stairs. Then the crushing intensified each time her foot slammed down on the stairs. They reached her door and entered the apartment. Kim took off her shoe and examined Dr Bogue. He was paper thin from all the trampling. She had to peel him off the bottom of her shoe, even using her fingernail to scrape him off. She worried a little that she might have gone too far this time and done him in. But then after a few seconds, his body began reforming itself and she noticed him moaning. Relieved her fun had not ended, she went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

When she came back, bottle in hand, she looked down at the recovering Dr Bogue. She stared at him curiously and then got inspired. She slipped back into her sneakers and placed her right foot on top of him. She walked forward and watched as Dr Bogue's body squished out the grooves in her sneaker's treads. She raised her foot off him slightly and then stepped on him again, grinding her foot. She carried through with her walk and stepped off of him. She looked down at his mangled body and giddily laughed at the tread marks imprinted all over his flesh. She threw off her sneakers and ran to the closet as he recomposed himself.


The next thing Dr Bogue saw (and it scared the hell out of him) was the tread of Kim's boot smashing down on him. His body squished in-between the grooves. Kim just stood there on his body, pressing down every now and then to squish him farther into her boot sole. She made sure he was good and squished before stepping off of him and marveling at the tread marks she made in his flesh.

"Oh look at the time," she said as she glanced up at the clock. "We have to get going." She took off her boots and put on a different pair, white low-heeled boots that fit more loosely around her legs. She lifted the recovered Dr Bogue in her fist and made sure to grab the roll of wire along with her purse. "Ready for another drive?" she taunted.

Squish! Dr Bogue was smushed into the sole of Kim's boot. She didn't let up, just kept the boot on his tiny little frame, mashed as it was. The light turned red and Dr Bogue felt the pressure ease up as she took her foot off the gas pedal and set it on the break. As she waited for the light she glanced down at the distressed doctor tied to the pedal. He flattened body was reforming itself. She could see the expression of anguish, distress, form on his face, or rather his face form into the expression. But into it was also a mixture of relief. The light turned green and Dr Bogue started to cry out as Kim's boot came down upon him. Squish! Again flattened to the underside of her boot.

Finally the car stopped and Kim took her foot off the gas for the last time. Dr Bogue just lay there, recovering and thankful that his ordeal was over, for now. He wished that she would torture him no longer, but he knew the ridiculousness of such a wish. Kim opened the door and flung her legs out side. She bent down and untied the poor doctor, readying him for the next torture. Dr Bogue regained his senses enough to find himself falling into the empty shaft of her boot. He hit the bottom and could see only darkness. Light crept in from above, out the opening in the shaft, but that was soon taken away as Kim's foot came down to join the doctor. He tried to scramble away, to escape another crushing, but there was nowhere to go. Her foot came down and crushed him underneath. The mangled mess felt uncomfortable to her. She stamped her foot down on the asphalt a couple times, trying to smooth out the bulge. Finally she had squished Dr Bogue flat enough and walked on her way.

Dr Bogue sat inside the boot too confused to think. He tried to figure out what was happening, where she had taken him, but he could only stare into the darkness with what was left of his squished eyes. He tried to listen but could hear nothing, his ears crushed beneath her foot. He could only feel her walking around as each step mashed him over and over. He felt her stop and focus her full weight on him as she stood still. With each passing second she stood on him, the pressure seemed to increase, and so did the pain. He couldn't take it any longer, not that he could before. She tapped her foot impatiently it seemed, but Dr Bogue knew she did it just to torture him. Her toe tapping the floor echoed in his ears like a cannon. And with each boom came the additional pain of her body crushing down on him. She stopped, walked forward a few steps and then stopped again. The whole thing repeated itself a few times before she stopped again and stood still. She kept shifting her weight from foot to foot, giving Dr Bogue a breather, but only for a second before her full weight came crashing down on his tiny body again. She kicked something solid and Dr Bogue felt the impact all through his body, even though she only kicked the wall playfully.

Crush! The pain was enormous as his body was flattened paper-thin. She walked away, each step crushing him further and further. He worried about being crushed out of existence, his body just worn down to nothingness by her constant pressure. But he knew fate was not going to let him get away that easy. She kept on walking; kept on painfully crushing him until he could take no more and he passed out.



A burst of water smashing against his face woke him up. He opened his eyes to see Kim holding him in one hand and wiping the remnants of her spit from her mouth. He was instantly grossed out when he realized what the water on his face was.

"Oh good, you're still with us," smiled Kim, happy she was still able to play with her new toy.

"Us?" worried Dr Bogue.

"It was just a figure of speech," she chided. "You're going to be my little secret. Although, Karen might get a big kick out of you…" she pondered. "We'll think about that later. For now I want to welcome you to my new home." She threw her arms wide like a game show hostess, showing off her new dwelling. Dr Bogue looked around and immediately recognized it. It was his house!

"What do you mean your house?" he shouted with his tiny voice.

"It's mine now," beamed Kim. "I won it on a bet. I have the title right here that you signed over to me." She shoved the piece of paper into his face.

"I did no such thing!" snapped the angered doctor.

"Well of course it's a forgery, but it's not like you're in any position to contend it."

"And what will people say when I don't show up for work? They'll know I'm missing."

"Yes, except when they find the money in the safe gone, and find out that one Dr Emmett Bogue bought a one way ticket to Cyprus. And this was after he got his lovely assistant to empty out his savings account and the bank account of the lab before he left. That gives you quite a little nest egg to play with there."

Dr Bogue felt defeated. She had taken every thing away from him, and he could see no way out of it. Kim on the other hand was ecstatic. She now had a big beautiful house all paid for and all the money from the bank accounts. She was so excited she decided to jump for joy. She leapt up into the air and aimed her landing right on top of Dr Bogue. The last thing he saw was the soles of her boots right before they splattered him into the floor. She hit with such force that parts of his body shot out from under her and flew across the floor. Kim laughed at the sight, marveling at how she had splattered him out.

She was amazed when Dr Bogue's body reformed itself completely. She had been (mildly) worried that she may have lost a leg of his or something, but his body recreated all it's parts. She looked over at the goo his other parts had left and saw it eventually dissolve. With evil thoughts running through her head she stood Dr Bogue up. She held him with her fingers, making sure he stayed upright and placed her heel on top of him. The stacked tapered heel was only about an inch or two wide, but it was enough to cover Dr Bogue. She pressed down with the three-inch heel and Dr Bogue felt himself getting pressed. His body wanted to bend beneath the pressure, to fall to the floor in resistance, but her fingers held him straight. He had only one direction to go and that was down. The heel crushed him shorter and shorter. He screamed out as his legs were driven into his chest. Still the heel pressed down. Kim moved her fingers away when he had been reduced to a short squat blob. And still her heel pressed down until it touched the floor. Kim stood up to add more pressure to the flattened doctor. She even twisted and ground her heel on him to flatten him out, oozing out from beneath her heel. When she lifted it off of him there was nothing left but a circular like pulp on the floor.

Looking down at the mashed doctor, Kim felt a wave of sinister ideas run through her head. But she also felt the money burning a hole in her pocket. Why not combine both. She decided a trip to the shoe store was in order. But what to do with Dr Bogue? She glanced around the living room and spied a lamp sitting on an end table. She retrieved the roll of string from her purse and scooped up the doctor. She wrapped his arms around the base of the lamp and tied him securely to it.

"Well, I'm off to do some shopping now," she playfully told him as she turned on the lamp. "But don't worry, we'll have lots of time to play when I get back. Would you like to watch some TV while I'm gone?" she asked rhetorically as she turned the TV on to a show she knew he hated. She blew him a kiss and walked out the door.

Dr Bogue sat there for hours, his only entertainment: watching the mindless drivel on the TV. It all seemed so hopeless to him, how was he ever going to escape from this. Lights outside the window caught his attention. He peered out into the night and saw that they belonged to a police cruiser. His spirits rose, finally help had arrived, no doubt looking for him. He gave a shout out the cracked open window, but his tiny voice couldn't be heard outside. Then he saw Kim pull up and approach the police. He smiled, sure that the gig was up now.

Through the open window Dr Bogue could hear the police question her about his disappearance. She told them that he had always hit on her and a few nights ago he made a bet with her, a stupid thing really, where he put his house on the line and she agreed to sleep with him if she lost. She knew she would win and she did. It was all too much for the good doctor apparently. The next morning she had noticed a change in him, very dour and sullen. He had her empty out the lab's accounts and purchase a ticket for him to Cyprus. She was told it just a vacation, and he was in such a foul mood that she didn't want to press the issue.

Dr Bogue's spirit's sank as he heard the police buy her story and leave. He could imagine the smile on Kim's face over her victory. He heard her open the front door and knew he was in for another round of torture.

"Hello, Dr Bogue," she called to him as she entered the living room with an armful of shopping bags. She threw them on the couch and proceeded to untie Dr Bogue. His wrists felt numb from being tied so long. Before he knew it she had swatted him down to the floor. After striking his head on the floor, he shook it to regain his senses. He saw Kim stand before him putting on a new pair of ankle boots with high spikey heels and smooth black soles.

"Love my new boots?" she asked with a smile. Dr Bogue jumped to his feet and ran. Kim ran after Dr Bogue and her big stride enabled her to catch up with him in just a couple of steps. Her last step landed on Dr Bogue and stomped him into the floor.

"Uh-uh-uh," she scolded as she stood and Dr Bogue, grinding him beneath her boot. "Not allowed to run unless I tell you. How do these soles feel?" she asked. "So nice and smooth." She lifted up her foot to reveal the smooth flat splotch that was Dr Bogue and watched it reshape. When he was back she flipped him over on his back. She placed one thin towering heel on his chest and the other on his groin. This of course produced a huge scream of pain from Dr Bogue which Kim readily ignored, instead twisting her heels deeper into his flesh. She stepped off and admired the heel prints in his flesh. Her heels had bored their way through his body to the hard wood floor below. He moaned in pain while his body reshaped itself. When his tiny pecker was back she drove her heel in again, producing yet another agonized scream from the good doctor. She twisted her heel around until her sole hovered over the rest of his tortured body. Then she snapped her foot down and crushed him. She continued tapping her foot, mashing him deeper and deeper into the floor.

But now it was time to move onto something else and Kim took off her boots and put on her new wedge heeled sandals. Dr Bogue was too tired to do anything but lay there and watch as the sole of her shoe descended upon him. He tried to scream but was muffled as Kim rested her foot on him. Slowly she pressed down on him, drawing it out as much as she could. Slowly, agonizingly crushing him into the floor. She started walking forward, putting more and more weight on the tiny man under foot. She stopped when she was standing on him with all her weight rested on one foot. She continued her walk forward and marveled at the way Dr Bogue's body peeled itself off the bottom of her shoe.

As he recovered she changed into another pair of boots, tall soft black leather with high heels and rubber soles. Her right crushed his legs first, and the left stepped on the rest of him. She began to march in place, mashing Dr Bogue into the soles of her boots with every step. Although those soles were softer, they didn't hurt him any less. Kim stopped walking and stood on Dr Bogue's tiny body. She leaned forward on her toes and began clicking her heels together; grinding her soles and twisting Dr Bogue's already mangled body.

"Please stop," he wearily said when she got off of him and he had recovered enough to make a sound.

"Stop?" she exclaimed, now wearing a pair of 5" patent leather pumps. "But I'm having so much fun." She stepped on Dr Bogue with them and began chiming, "One, two, squish you under my shoe…" She twisted her foot around, grinding his tiny body to mush. "Three, four, squish you some more." She giggled at the mess she was making of her former employer. She having him under her heel, after all the abuse she had suffered working for him. She jumped up and down on him and grinding him under both soles, delighting at the mess she was making of his tiny little body. She drew back her shoes, one at a time, wiping the mess, smearing his body across the floor. Oh yes she was going to have so much fun.

Kim's fingers grasped Dr Bogue's arms firmly, unaware that she was squeezing them painfully flat. Not that she cared mind you. Dr Bogue's comfort was the farthest thing from her mind. Besides, she knew his condition very well and knew what he could take. She folded his arms behind his back, in a position that no human could ever accomplish, without ripping his shoulders out of their joints that is. And judging by Dr Bogue's screams, that must have been exactly what was happening. His arms were bent forwards again, then backwards. She was playing a malicious game. Then she started twirling him around, spinning him by his arms. Karen could only watch with amazement.

"Watch this," said Kim as she twirled Dr Bogue around faster and then slammed him onto the table top, crushing him flat under her palm. Karen was startled, not expecting the forceful blow by Kim. She saw parts of Dr Bogue's body squish out between her fingers and wondered if that was the end of him. Kim smiled at her, knowing what she was thinking. Being dramatic she slowly lifted her her hand off the counter and revealed the flattened remnants of the good doctor.

"You've killed him!" exclaimed Karen.

Kim just chuckled. "Keep watching," she told her. Karen watched, her eyes growing wider as the effect took place, Dr Bogue's body reforming itself.

"I don't believe it!" she said in amazement. She was even more astounded as she realised that he was still alive. "Where did you get him?"

"He's my ex-boss," explained Kim. He was doing an experiment on growth hormones or something and his experiment went kinda screwy. He ended up like this and I ended up with a new toy." She pressed her finger down on Dr Bogue and ran her nail down his back, leaving a long deep gash.

"Do you still have the experiment?" asked Karen. " I bet there are a ton of vengeful girlfriends out there who would love to shrink some men down to the size of bugs."

Kim laughed. "That's a great idea, but I don't think there's any left. Besides, if we shrank all the men who would open our pickle jars for us?" Kim picked up Dr Bogue by the arm and dangled him in the air. Both women looked at the tiny little man, wondering what kind of fun they could have with him.

"Grab his other arm!" Kim said playfully. Karen replied and the two had Dr Bogue stretched out. "Pull," said Kim as both women gleefuly pulled on the tiny man's arms. He was stretched out further and further, his tiny little screams buzzing through the air until finaly he was ripped apart. Both women struggled to regain their footing as his arms snapped off and Dr Bogue's dismembered body fell to the floor. When the women regained their balance they could only laugh at Dr Bogue.

"Is he going to be okay without any arms?" asked Karen, although without any real concern.

"Oh yeah, watch," instructed Kim as she took both of Dr Bogue's arms and threw them on the floor ontop of his body. She then stamped her foot down on the pile and ground it into a big gooey mess. She stepped off of it and joined Karen in watching the goo reshape itself into a perfectly normal Dr Bogue. (As normal as he could be)

"That is so cool!" said Karen as she picked up Dr Bogue and looked him over. She began kneading him, rolling him around in her hand, squeezing him in her fist and watching him ooze through her fingers. "Does he bounce?"

"Oh yeah," Kim smiled maliciously, daring Karen to try it. Karen rolled the doctor between her hands until he formed a ball. She hurled him against the wall and laughed with glee as he ricocheted off it and hit the TV. He bounced off of that and hit Kim's hand as she swatted him back towards Karen. Soon a game of handball was on. Kim bounced him off the floor towards Karen where a mighty backhand sent him flying through the air. He struck a window and went crashing through it.

"Ohmygod!" excalimed an embarrased Karen. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, let's just get out there and find him before someone else does." Said Kim as she ran for the door.


Dr Bogue lay on the cold ashphalt, recovering from his ordeal. Seems he's been doing a lot of that lately. His eyes tried to focus in the moon light, but they hadn't quite reformed yet. He heard Kim and Karen's voices distantly in the background. He felt tteh cool night air on him and realised he was finaly free. But not if the women had found him. He crawled away to find shelter.

Kim and Karen looked all over the yard, trying to find Dr Bogue. Kim turned around to the sould of high heels clicking on the sidewalk. She turned around to see her new neighbor, Ms. Knub walk to her car.

"Looking for something?" asked Ms Knub, giving Kim the disproving look she had always given her. The older Ms Knub didn't think to highly of Kim, and didn't try to hide it.

"Uhh, just looking for my cat," said Kim, not wanting anyone, especialy this old hag to know her little secret.

"Hmrph," pouted Ms Knub and continued to her car.

Dr Bogue saw Ms Knub's heels come right for him and he ran out of the way. He wasn't going to escape very far if she squashed him into the road. He watched as she climbed into the car and away from him. He then turned his attention to the other women, trying to figure out how to escape them. He watched as they watched Ms Knub get in the car, waiting for her to leave so they could resume looking for him. The motor started and Dr Bogue saw a look of recognition on Karen's face. She had spotted him. He had to make a run for it. He turned around to run and realized he'd forgotten where he was. The last thing he saw was the tire of the car roll right over him and squish him into it's tread. Ms Knub drove off, unaware of the tiny passenger crushed into her wheel.

But Karen was aware. At first she had been releived to have found Dr Bogue, but that had changed to dread as she realsied he was being taken further away. She told Kim what she had seen and both women began farnticly waving their arms and calling out to Ms Knub to stop. Ms Knub just looked at them in the mirror and dismissed them as being foolish. She ignored them and drove off. Kim raced for her car with Karen close behind. They couldn't loose Dr Bogue.

The pain was hard to endure for Dr Bogue. Each spin of the wheel ground him deeper and deeper into the tire tread. Add to that the constant spinning which made him incredibly dizzy and Dr Bogue had no idea what was happening. The car weaved through the suburban streets with Kim and Karen in pursuit in their car. Ms Knub went through an intersection. Kim tried to follow her but the light turned red before she could get through.

"Shit," she said worriedly. "We're going to loose her."

"No, look," pointed Karen as Ms Knub pulled into a parking garage. "She's heading for the mall." Finaly the light changed green and the two went inside the garage. They drove all around, peering into the dimly lit parkade to glimpse Ms Knub's car.

"God, she could be anywheres," Karen gloomily said.

"There it is!" shouted Kim excitedly once she spotted the blue Cadilac. Kim stopped the car and karen got out tp peel Dr Bogue off the tire. But it had been a few minutes before they had found the car, enough time for the doctor to reform, get back his senses and wander off.

"He's not here," Karen said disapointedly.

"Well he couldn't have gotten far," replied Kim as she got out of the car to take a look for him. Another car pulled up behind her and honked for her to get out of the way. Annoyed she went back to the car to move it and that's when it caught her eye, a small fleshy object walking around by the elevator doors.

"Karen!" she hissed pointing toward Dr Bogue, trying to draw Karen's attention to him. Karen looked where she was pointing and quickly walked towards her prey. But then Dr Bogue spotted her coming towards her and ran. Karen cursed him and ran faster. A car nearly hit her, but she stopped in time. It was enough to let Dr Bogue make his get away though. Just before the elevator doors closed he leapt into the elevator. Unfortuneatley his now tiny legs didn't have the strength they once did and his leap dropped him on the door frame. The elevators doors slammed shut, flattening Dr Bogue between them. The elevator rose. Karen just missed it and pressed the button in desperation.


The elevator reached the upperfloor and the doors slid open. A paper thin Dr Bogue fell unnoticed down to the floor. A woman's spike heel landed on his flat chest and impaled him. He let out a tiny scream but went unheard through all the bustle of the mall. His body slid off the woman's heel and had barely touched the ground when he was again stepped on by a teenaged girl wearing tall boots with a stracked rubber sole with deep treads. Dr Bogue was squahed into her treads and stuck to the bottom of her boot like a piece of used gum. She walked through the mall with every step landed right on top of the doctor, crushing him deep into her tread.

She stoped in the food court and waited in a line. She grew restless and started shuffling her feet. Eventually she unknowingly ended up scraping Dr Bogue off her sole and left him a gooey mess on the tile. Surprisingly, no one still saw him. Or if they did, they couldn't be bothered to see what he was.

His body was just nearly reformed when he gasped in pain as a great weight rolled onto his back and crushed it. He managed to crane his neck to see a cleaning lady had parked her cart on him as she emptied out the trash. She then wheeled away, continuing to roll over Dr Bogue. He just lay there in pain, waiting to get back to "normal" and cursed the cleaning woman's stupidity. Although he wasn't one to talk.

He painfuly got to his feet and started to wander off. He was free now, and as long as Kim didn't chatch up to him he could stay free. He just had to figure out what to do from here.

He heard childish gibberish coming from behind him and turned around in time to see the wheels of a baby stroller run him over. The infant girl in the stroller saw him and felt the bump as her stroller rolled over him, and she giggled. The mother, too absorbed in just getting home, had noticed nothing. When the front wheels had finished with him, the back wheels had a turn. And then to make matters worse, the mother's heel landed straight on his head and crushed it painfully into the tile floor.

As mother and child went on their way Dr Bogue quietly cursed them as he recovered. The child looked back, wanting to play with a new toy, but was drawn farther away. Dr Bogue could her crying and the mother sternly telling her child to calm down.

Dr Bogue had recomposed himself and cautiosly looked around before getting to his feet. A shoe came periously close to him before he jumped out of the way and ran. Another shoe came down and he dodged from that one, only to find himself the target of someone else's step. Through a series of dodges and weaves he found himself unsquished. That is until a shopping bag caught him in the head and sent him down to the floor. There he was a prime target for the shoe of the woman with the shopping bag who stepped square on his back and squished him into the bottom step of the escalator. As if a 135 pound woman stepping onto his tiny frame wasn't enough, he was now mashed into the ridges of the escalator. She stepped aside which allowed him a chance to recover. Until the escalator reached the top. He lifted his head to see the grating which swalloed up the steps, including the one he was stuck to. He tried to get up but pain once again racked his body. The woman had once again stepped to the side and crushed his legs into the steps. She stepped off the escalator but it was too late for Dr Bogue. He had no chance to get free. His body was ripped to pieces as it passed throughthe grating. If his head hadn't been the first to go, he would have been howling in pain.

The mangled remains of Dr Bogue stuck to the ridged step as it continued it's ride into the dark hollow beneath the mall. Incredibly Dr Bogue was still alive. After all that he had been through he considered his invunerability a curse, and not a gift. He started reforming until it was time for the steps to go back above ground. Another grate met him and once again ripped his body to pieces. He hadn't had enough time to recover. Another teenaged girl stepped on his body as she got onto the escalator, her sneaker keeping his body firmly squashed into the step. Then she got off and it was time to meet the grate again. Another journey into the darkness and another torturoues pass through the bottom grating for Dr Bogue. It went on like that for what seemed ages, an endless cycle of being shredded through the grate, followed by being squashed beneath someone's shoe, and then another pass through the gate. He was experiencing such a constant rush of pain that he was almost becoming used to it.

And then it stopped. Some childish prankster pushed the emergency stop button and ground the escalator to a halt. The people on the escalator were steamed at the delay, that they now had to walk up the stairs. But Dr Bogue was releived. It had put an end to the vicious cycle. Until everyone started walking all over him that is. He thought there were hundres of pairs of feet, each stepping on him as they made their way up the stalled escaltor, squashing him deeper into the ridges of the step.

Finaly the onslaught stopped, leaving Dr Bogue to recover. His body painfully reshaped, molding itself out of the grooves in the steps. Not even Kim's deepeest treads had mashed him up this bad. It took a while but finaly he was solid again. Just then the escalator started going again. He looked down and saw people coming towards him again, threatening to crush him into the steel steps beneath their feet. Ahead of him he saw the grate of doom, hungry to shred up his body once again. He was fast aproaching it to.

He waited, riding the steps to the top. He wanted to time this just right. He rose closer and closer to the grate. He waited for just the right moment and leapt over the grate to the safety of the floor on the other side. He had made it. Safe at last. Until the heavy platformed boot of a pretty teenaged girl landed on his head and squashed it into the steel floor panel. More people kept trampling over him, crushing him flatter and flatter into the floor. It was just like the escalator all over again, but thankfully without the dreaded grooves. But he still had to endure the constant pressure of the people above him walking all over his tiny body and keeping him ground into the floor.

There was a momentary pause and Dr Bogue, despite his weakened state, felt that this was now an opportunity to reform and get away from all the pain. But then a cleaning lady strolled her car by and looked at the gooey mess that was Dr Bogue. She stared at it, trying to figure out what the mall patrons had squashed into the floor, but gave up. It was a mess, she had to clean it up. Out came the scraper to peel poor Dr Bogue up and into the dust pan, every last bit of him. Then he was tossed into the trash bin like just another piece of garbage.

He lay atop a mound of wax cups, discarded news paper and half eaten ice cream cones. He stared into the darkness at the small sliver of light cracking through the door of the trash bin. The light expanded as the door was opened and a half empty cup of coffee was tossed down on his head. The door shut and he was alone in the darkness again, drenched in warm coffee. How was he ever going to get out of here, he pondered. He saw no way of climbing up to the door, to freedom. He thought about what was going to happen next. They would empty the bins and throw him out with the trash. He'd be taken to the dump and burned with all the other garbage. He had been so close…

The door opened up again and a feminine hand reached in. It rooted around the bin, searching for something.

"Can you see him?" came a soft voice from outside.

"Got him," came another voice as the fingers wrapped themselves around Dr Bogue. He was pulled out of the bin to see his rescuers were Kim and Karen. They both wore evil grins.

"That was very naughty of you running off like that," scolded Kim as she tightened her grip, mashing Dr Bogue in her fingers. "You're going to have to be punished when we get home."

"I bet we could have lots of fun with that," giggled Karen as Kim placed Dr Bogue in her purse. She closed the lid and Dr Bogue was left in the darkness once more to comtemplate his fate.

There was a loud crack as the whip came crashing down upon Dr Bogue’s tiny little body. It struck him right in the mid-section, liquefying his genitals immediately and slicing him in two. He screamed a scream he didn’t know he could even utter, for he was in the greatest pain he had ever felt. And in the past few months, he had felt some pain. He could feel the braided whip crawl across his destroyed pelvis. He whimpered as tiny folds of flesh were caught amongst the leather braids and ripped.

The whip was raised in the air again and smashed down across his chest. It ripped it wide open and Dr Bogue couldn’t get any air with which to scream. Up above he heard the two women laughing. Stupid Kim and her stupid friend Karen. They were delighting in his torment, at ripping his body to shreds over and over again. This time it was punishment for trying to escape, but it wasn’t his fault. It was stupid Karen who threw him out the window.

“Let’s try the head,” came the malicious drawl from above. Dr Bogue pleaded silently, unable to form begging cries of mercy. He wanted to lift his arms to somehow stop the whip from striking him, but his arms had been severed from the last blow. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop them anyways, but he had to dream… The whip came smashing down on his face and he blacked out as it splattered all over the living room floor.


“Oh this is going to be cruel,” he heard the feminine voice above him as he started to regain consciousness. He felt something hard touching his body. He wearily opened his eyes and saw a faded black before him. His lips tasted rubber. He twisted his head to try to see what was happening and discovered that he had been draped over the chunky treaded heel of Kim’s boot. His arms and legs were wrapped around the heel, hanging on as he lay face down on the upside down boot. A great pinching pain ran through his wrist. He screamed and looked up to see Kim with a stapler, stapling his arms and legs to the sides of her boot heel.

“Is he on there tight?” came Karen’s voice from some where’s above.

“Oh don’t worry,” replied Kim with a mischievous smile. “He won’t be coming off.” She stapled his left leg in. Four tiny metal manacles holding the good doctor in place. She then flipped the boot upright and slipped it onto her foot. She held it over the floor, tauntingly hovering it in the air to give Dr Bogue a moment to despair.

“Ready, Doctor?” she taunted, as everyone knew it made no difference as to whether Dr Bogue was ready or not. She placed her foot on the floor, heel first to give Dr Bogue the torment he so often received these days. She placed her weight down, squashing Dr Bogue’s body into the deep treads. His limbs started flailing from the pain, but the staples held them firmly in place.

Kim stood up, all 124lbs of her mashing Dr Bogue flat into the floor. He convulsed for a second as his tiny stomach was squashed into paste, but then his head was crushed flat, his face squishing amongst the tread. Kim took a step forward and imagined the pain Dr Bogue was feeling, crushed further beneath her heel with every step she took. He would never have a chance to recover as he was crushed flat with every step she took.

She walked around the room a bit, her heels purposely clunking on the floor as she made sure to apply as much pressure as she could on the doctor.

Karen watched with twisted glee as little bits of the doctor’s body oozed out from beneath the boot heel every time it was pressed into the floor. Both women laughed aloud, finding great hilarity over Dr Bogue’s predicament.

Kim sat down on the couch and took a sip of coffee. She rested her heel on its edge to give Dr Bogue a chance to recover, so he could receive yet more punishment. But his crotch still remained crushed under the edge of her heel. All the better to torment him with, she thought.

“I was thinking about what I said the other day,” said Karen as she sipped her coffee.

“About what?” asked Kim as she ground the edge of her heel into the carpet to get a reaction from Dr Bogue, which was received by a painful little shriek.

“About making more of that stuff… that turned Dr Bogue into… that.” She pointed at the tormented being under Kim’s heel. “You’ve been crushing him for a while now, aren’t you afraid he’s going to wear out? Wouldn’t it be great if you had a back up? In case that does happen?”

“Yes…” said Kim knowing Karen had other motives. “And I suppose you’d want one all to yourself, wouldn’t you?” As Dr Bogue’s shrieks continued she lowered her heel down to the floor, slowly crushing his body inch by inch.

Karen grinned. “Well yeah, who wouldn’t? Which brings up the point of mass marketing this stuff.”

“I somehow think the police would have something to say about that.” Kim twisted her heel around, grinding the doctor into the floor.

“We could black market it, sell it underground. Something like this…we could sell only a few bottles to some wealthy clients and make a fortune.”

“But there’s none left. What Dr Bogue didn’t drink got spilled on the lab floor,” said Kim as she slammed her heel down into Dr Bogue’s crotch.

“But couldn’t he tell you how to make it,” said Karen, grinning down at the tortured doctor.

Kim lifted her boot off the floor and raised the bottom to get a look at the flattened doctor. “Would you do that for us?” she asked in mock innocence. “Would you help us make the formula?”

Dr Bogue was weak from all his crushing. He gathered enough strength to reply: “Fuck you.”

Kim looked shocked and slammed her foot down with such force that pieces of Dr Bogue shot out across the room. “EXCUSE ME!” She stomped her boot down three more times before lifting it back up again and tilting her leg.

“Would you like to reconsider your answer?” she asked the mess on the bottom of her heel. But Dr Bogue was too weak to answer.

“Let’s torture him into doing it,” said Karen with an evil grin. “Besides it will be fun…”


As he came too, he couldn’t feel the staples biting into his limbs anymore. It was hard to tell though as he entire body was in a constant rack of pain. It was hard to tell one pain from the other. He saw that he was laying on a bed of pink metal with holes in it. He couldn’t figure out what it was. He looked behind him and saw Kim holding a curling iron upside down, and that he was laying on the flat metal part. He could feel the heat of the round iron above him, the only thing holding it back from burning him was Kim’s thumb. Beyond that he could see Kim and Karen’s evil faces.

“I want the formula Dr Bogue,” said Kim feeling like she was the villain in a spy movie torturing secrets out of her prisoner. Dr Bogue shook his head and begged Kim not to do it. Kim just smiled. She wanted to do it anyways. Her thumb eased up on the handle and Dr Bogue found himself rising towards the hot iron.

“NO! NO!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. But he couldn’t stop the curling iron from closing on him, squishing him through the holes and burning his flesh. He howled in pain for what seemed to him like hours before Kim pressed down on the handle and let him up.

“Ready to be cooperative?” she coyly asked him. Dr Bogue was wearily recovering from the ordeal as he shook his head.

“Well that was no fun,” said Karen. “He gave up to easy. Let’s torture him some more anyways.”

“Ok,” said Kim eagerly as she dropped the agonized doctor in Karen’s waiting hand.

“Awwww, look at him,” said Karen with mock sympathy as she stared down at the tiny man in her hand. She took a hold of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and dangled him in the air. The two women laughed as he bobbed around with his mouth gaping open in agony.

Kim grabbed him out of Karen’s grasp (nearly ripping Dr Bogue’s cock off) and grabbed a hold of his arms and legs, stretching him out in front of her as far as he would go. Karen caught the cue and flicked her fingernail into his belly. He bounced back with such violent force that his arms and legs were nearly ripped out of their sockets.

He was dropped to the floor and landed with a thud, stunning him. He felt the toe of someone’s shoe flip him over on his back, then the tremendous painful pressure of his balls getting crushed as Kim (?) stepped on them.

“Yeah, make sure his mouth is wide open,” he heard the voice above. He opened his eyes to see a thin spiked heel descending down on him as it inserted itself into his mouth. He began choking as the heel penetrated deeper. It hit the back of his mouth and kept going, crushing into the floor. It began twisting, grinding, ripping Dr Bogue’s tiny little head apart. When Karen heard her heel scraping on the hard floor, drilled right through his skull, she stopped, lifted her heel up and let the doctor recover for his next torture.


When Dr Bogue awoke he found himself bound once again by staple manacles. This time it was too the wall. He heard feminine giggling ahead of him and looked to see the two women giggling at his predicament. Then he noticed that they held something in their hands, but what…? Kim pulled her hand back and Dr Bogue turned white with terror as he saw that both women were holding darts. Kim threw the first one and missed, scaring Dr Bogue so much that he nearly wet himself. Karen’s first dart missed as well but landed too close to his head for Dr Bogue’s comfort. He could tell that they were playing with him, toying with his fear. Kim reared back and launched her second dart and drilled it into his right shoulder. He howled in pain, a scream he didn’t even know he could produce.

“So it’s what,” started Karen. “50 points for the “balls”eye?” She laughed as she threw the dart and hit Dr Bogue right in the nuts, splattering them across the wall. Dr Bogue unleashed an inhuman shriek that was so high pitched, no one could hear it.

Kim Laughed and threw her third dart. This one drove right through his stomach and prompted convulsions to erupt within Dr Bogue, not that he’d been able to convulse very much, stapled to the wall like that. There was a pause, a lapse in the onslaught of darts. They were waiting for him to reform, so he could take more abuse.

Dr Bogue thought it was over and wearily lifted his head. He saw an evil smile across Karen’s face as she threw her last dart and hit him square in the face. His whole head caved inwards deep into the hole the dart made in the wall. But for Dr Bogue, it was just all black…

“Found the hammer,” came the booming voice above him as he began to awake. He opened his eyes to see Kim coming up from the basement, brandishing a fearsome looking hammer. He realized he was laying spread eagle on the kitchen table, but unbound. As he saw Kim approach he leapt up and tried to run. But a giant hand came down and pinned him back to the table. Karen!

Dr Bogue howled in pain as Kim smashed the hard metal hammer down on his leg, flattening it beyond recognition. She smashed his other lag too. Dr Bogue was going nowhere but to a world of pain. The hammer came smashing down on his genitals, obliterating them entirely. Then his stomach, causing Dr Bogue’s remaining body to curl up. Until the hammer crashed down on his chest. His arms were the next to get flattened as the two vixens laughed at the former man’s torment. He head was saved for last so he could “savor” every ounce of pain they were delivering to him. When the hammer smashed down his entire head was smushed in every direction…


“Please…” said Dr Bogue wearily as he started to regain consciousness. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop the torture.”

“Oh we know you will,” came Kim’s voice from above and behind him. “But we got to have a little fun don’t we? Don’t worry, just one more left.”

Dr Bogue realized he was laying on his stomach on a hard scratched wooden surface. He suddenly felt something very sharp and press down on his back. It bit painfully deep into his flesh, searing. He realized what was going on, he was lying on a cutting board and Kim was slicing him up with a knife! He screamed in agony as the knife bit down, slicing his body apart. Kim just hummed a little tune, not caring in the least about Dr Bogue’s pain. Slice slice slice. Soon she had him cut up in a hundred little pieces. She gathered them all in her hand and dropped them in a jar to eventually reform into the good doctor. She screwed on a perforated lid and set the jar on the counter.

“Tomorrow will be another day, doctor,” she smiled at the jar as she turned off the light and left the kitchen

[under foot]

One of MY all time favorites.

[vertago]

i remember this one , but read it again anyway. that's a sign of a classic, so i say put it in!

[JOHN EALAND]

Yep this is an all time classic, I can't recall how many times I've read it over the years.
Thanks for resurecting it DeathXI

[LV2GDWN]

WOW this one slipped by me. I just read it for the first time.
GREAT STORY! Gets my vote.
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