The adventures of Dr. Bogue pt 1

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.