Mathew had no time to react... The sky filled with soft flesh just as his vision came back to him, the first thing in this new world that he could smell was the foul odor permeating from the sole of the woman's foot. He couldn't really move much as he felt her warm, sticky skin press down on his feet and ankles. Her heel was lifted high above him, and each pulse of his heart was like a pleasureful shock as his body prepared itself to be abused...
Whoever she was, she was very gentle.
He could hear them talking above - Two girls, their ages were completely lost on him since the only thing he could see right now was the dusty sole of the woman who had him pinned. He gasped as she gently slid her foot back, just to the point where her skin would [REDACTED] before she slid it back down his legs... Then, it came back up his tiny body...
Her warm, slick skin engulfed [REDACTED], sending an explosion of pleasure through his reduced form. The ball of her foot came to rest on his chest, and her heel came down just enough that his nose was pressed gently into the sole of her skin. He imagined that she could feel his breath on her humid sole, though at this point - he was nearly powerless to resist. The tiny man gently began to lick at the salty skin of her sweaty sole, his body quaked as he felt her foot react to the fairly unexpected turn of events... Just a tiny jolt away, but nothing extreme...
He could hear them, but he did not recognize them...
He could hear them, but he could not understand them...
It wasn't because they were speaking a foreign language - No, it was definitely English... Just, for some reason his mind couldn't process any of it. They weren't mumbling either, so that wasn't it...
Her foot idly moved back and forth, rubbing down on his frail little body as the two spoke about... Something. The slow, gentle attention forced the tiny man to lay back and dig his fingertips into the hard floor below him. The cool ground had warmed up ever so slightly due to her body heat, a heat that radiated around Mathew's little form. Slow, slick movements threw the little one into a new world of pleasure...
Then, he felt the pressure increase...
Slowly, her heel came down. His body was pinned beneath her arch as she stood with him beneath her skin. He gently quaked beneath her like a pathetic little worm, awaiting his execution as he gazed out to the thin sliver of light that showed the outside world... He couldn't breathe as she compressed him... His eyes slowly began to bulge from their skull as his vision began to bleed into red. The sound of their talking was turned to mumbles as though he were underwater, and eventually was replaced with the chillingly violent sound of his bones snapping and popping... The familiar warm ooze from his abdomen meant that his intestines had vacated his body...
However, before he passed on, she lifted her foot back off of him... It wasn't a mercy though, it was torture...
As though nothing had changed, she resumed her gentle rubbing. Now, Mathew couldn't move more than a twitch or two. His mind was locked into his little body that struggled to keep hold of life. He could see the splatter of blood where her skin rubbed into his eviscerated organs... The wet feeling of blood pooling around him could be felt all the way up to the small of his back.
And all of this was offset by pleasure.
Her attentions continued to reap havoc on his mind. He couldn't tell if the pain was more intense than the pleasure, or visa-versa. His mind was wired to like it, but his body was screaming all over...
Then, they left...
The woman didn't kill him, she just left him there. He could see her walk away toward her shoes, slip them on, and the two left the room... He was left, still very much alive and bleeding on the ground. He couldn't move... He was helpless... The roar of a vacuum came by as the female janitor entered the room. She was wearing a fairly generic uniform with some black 'work' shoes, they were the ergonomic type that helped support her on her feet. He could see a cute headset atop her head as she casually fiddled around with her phone in one hand, and the vacuum in the other.
He couldn't speak as she approached, the roar of the vacuum came up to him... He watched as the head to the device approached like a demon ready to devour him...
At the last moment, it swerved away as the thin brunette turned to head the other way. That didn't stop his demise though... Her right foot came down on his little body with a light 'Pop' as he felt his form force itself up into the tread of her shoe. Immediately she lifted her foot up...
"Ugh... Gross." She groaned, looking to the tiny man on the bottom of her shoe.
Casually, she pulled a tissue from her pocket and scraped him into it. With a flip of the switch on her high-tech cleaning equipment, she turned to spray the blood from the floor and vacuum it up into the machine... In the nearest trash bin, he was deposited...
However, his spirit had left the moment the tissue crumpled him up...