The Neighbors Request

My neighbor Elenor was always such a sweet and wonderful lady. I would see her regularly outside working in her garden, and would often take the time to stop and chat with her for a bit. Over the few years we lived next to one another we developed a good friendship, and even shared a  cup of coffee every once in a while. That was why I felt comfortable in letting her know when the doctors informed me that I had the shrinking gene. 

I moved far from home when I turned 18 and didn't have anyone near me that I was close with other than her. At this point, they had found a way to reverse the shrinking process, but not how to prevent it. Which meant I first had to shrink and be taken to the doctor to be cured. Until then it was a cautious waiting game.

I got a job where I could work from home, to limit my time out in the world. Horrible things happen to tinys that are found by strangers. Sometimes people get lucky and the person takes them to the hospital, but most times they're either killed or enslaved. I didn't want to take my chances shrinking out there, so I rarely left the house. Everything I needed I could order online, including groceries, so I had myself set up pretty well. The only time I ever left the house was to go outside to talk to Elenor, the only human contact I had anymore.

It was during one of these visits that the shrinking gene kicked in and I dwindled to next to nothing in my seat. As she reached down to pluck me up, I felt no concern. I knew Elenore very well, and she had already agreed to take me to the hospital if she found me shrunk, so I really considered myself to be quite lucky to have shrunk when I did. She picked me up and set me down on the table in front of her.

"Aww," she said, "well look at you! You're so cute at this size! Are you sure you want me to take you to the hospital? You could just stay like this and be my little pet! I'll take good care of you, and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again. What do you think?"

"I appreciate the offer," I said, "but I enjoy my life at my normal size. Could you please just take me to the hospital so I can finally be over this nightmare?"

"Tell you what. I'll take you to the hospital. But first I want you to do something for me." She placed her extremely dirty foot on the table in front of me. "I've heard so many people talk about how good it felt to have a tiny lick there feet, and I'm really curious to see for myself. And, I mean, by taking you to the hospital I'm literally saving your life and giving you the greatest gift a person could give someone. Peace of mind. I think the least you could do is this one little favor."

"If it was anyone else, I wouldn't trust it, so I wouldn't do it. But I know I can trust, and as gross as it is, you are right, peace of mind is worth the sacrifice." I knelt down and began to lick her foot. It was absolutely disgusting, covered completely in mud and dirt. Worst of all, I could taste a thick layer of sweat mixed in with it all.

After a few minutes she asked if we could switch to the ground so she could get more comfortable. Wanting to show my appreciation and keep her happy I quickly agreed. When she sat on the ground, she outstretched the foot I hadn't touched yet, and placed her other foot flat on the ground, erasing the little work I had gotten done so far. But I didn't say anything. Last thing I wanted to do was to appear ungrateful. 

I walked up to her foot. Her big toe had a huge glob of dirt stuck to it so I figured I should start there and get the worst of it over right away. I started by licking it, but it was too thick and my tongue did little to nothing to get rid of it. So I started to bite chunks off until I got down to her skin. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever eaten, and the rest of her foot is still covered in it.

"Mmmm," she said, "that really does feel wonderful. Oh my! And you really are just so good at it! I might have to ask you to do this every once in a while after you grow back! And hey, at normal size it won't be nearly as bad, and again, it's the least you could do to say thanks."

I didn't like what I was hearing. It was sounding like even after I grew back she would want this to continue and to be a regular thing. Even at full size, this sounded like a horrible task. She never wears shoes outside and her feet are always this filthy. However, despite the uncomfortable feeling I was having, I kept my thoughts and opinions to myself while doing my hardest to hide my disgust. 

After a short while she said that the ground there was uncomfortable and that she wanted to move into the grass. So we repositioned and she once again presented me with her feet. My heart sank as I saw that most of what I had cleaned was now, yet again, filthy. I started going back and forth between both feet, licking my heart away, telling myself this will all be over soon enough. 

I went over both her feet three times, every time getting it better and better. It was easier than taking forever to clean one little spot, and somehow, a little less overwhelming. When I finally finished I couldn't have been more overjoyed. I stepped back and told her I was done. 

"Oooh yes," she said, "and what a wonderful job you did! That felt just as amazing as everyone else made it out to be. But there's one more thing I just have to try. They say it feels even better than getting your feet licked." She began to stand up. "Only downside is you only get to do it once..."

She raised her foot up high above me, and I immediately knew what she was talking about. She had intended to crush me. I was stunned. Too shocked to even move. This woman, a friend of mine for years now, was about to crush me, simply for her own amusement. This had to be a joke. There was no way she was actually going to go through with this and crush me.

She lowered her foot down slowly, knocking me onto my stomach and pinning me to the ground. She stopped applying pressure for a moment, but with how much she already had on me, I could barely breath.

"You know," she said, "ever since you told me that you had the shrinking gene, I've been dreaming of this exact moment. I mean, you're a nice guy and all, but the power I feel right now is just such a rush! Knowing that your life will end as soon as I decide to set my foot all the way down! The best part is, I don't even have to press! You're body will crunch just from me standing on it normally! Mmmm... Sorry my friend, but I have to savor this moment!"

Every few seconds she applied just a hair more pressure. My ribs were the first things to start to give. She pushed down harder and a burst of blood was forced out my mouth. She continued to push and push, causing me more and more agony as she was slowly turning my bones into dust. Finally, after she put down enough pressure my body fully gave way beneath her, sending me into eternal darkness...

"Mmmmm," she said, "I wish I could bring him back to life just so I could do that again... And again and again and again!" She laughed as she walked off, never even bothering to clean the stain of a man on her foot.