New Look for Church.pdf

"I wanted to experiment with a new look for church this Sunday and so I chose a flowing summer dress and tall, high-heeled wooden clogs that showed off my tan legs. Unbeknownst to me, my brother Timmy had snuck into my room to borrow one of my games from my closet.

When I got to the door, I called out, 'Timmy, you ready to go yet?' Not hearing a response, I figured he was still upstairs and went to tell him hurry.

As I entered the room, the first thing I noticed was that he was nowhere in sight. I called out again, thinking maybe he was outside or something.

Just as I turned to leave, I felt something squish under my shoe. My heart leapt into my throat. I froze, hardly daring to breathe. Slowly, I looked down.

To my horror, I saw what I had stepped on...it was Timmy! But he was so tiny, no bigger than a mouse! He had shrunk himself down somehow.

My eyes went wide and my mind raced, trying to process how this was possible. Before I could react further though, my heel came down on the tiny figure, crushing him instantly.

I still stood there, unmoving, my shoe planted on the floor where Timmy had been. A high-pitched scream pierced the air and I realized it was coming from me.

Overwhelmed, I staggered backwards and slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor. My mind reeled in shock and guilt.

I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, unable to move or think. Some primal instinct finally kicked in and I forced myself up and ran out of the room.

What I had done was unthinkable, unforgivable. But as much as I tried to suppress it, a small, dark part of me...felt a thrill at the power, the rush of crushing something so helpless under my foot..."

She sat in the pew, trying to focus on the sermon and not the guilt gnawing at her. But as the preacher droned on, she couldn't help sneaking glances around at the other women.

There was Mrs. Johnson, her thick thighs straining against the floral print dress. Without meaning to, her eyes traced up those heavy legs to the hemline, wondering... was she wearing underwear today?

Across the aisle, she spotted what had to be a cameltoe tenting the front of pretty redhead's skirt. She squirmed in her seat imagining the view if she were in the row behind her.

Her gaze continued roaming until it landed on a familiar shape, crowding the end of a pew with his big belly. Her dad. She had not noticed him come in late as usual.

And there were her brothers, Timmy's identical twin Tommy and big bro Todd, sitting on either side. Her breath caught and tears pricked her eyes, remembering what she had done.

At the same time, she couldn't help but picture them tiny, at her mercy, under her soles. They would look so pathetic, pleading for their lives, she thought. Unable to act on my newfound desires...

Luckily the service ended and the congregation began to file out, distracting her. She stood and followed her family out, keeping a few paces back.

As they walked, she imagined resting her foot on the back of her dad's head, grinding down until he submitted to her whim. Or planting her heel square on Todd's nuts, enjoying his anguished cries.

And Tommy... she would make him worship her soles, get him addicted to the taste of her sweat. The thought made her shiver and clench.

Lost in her cruel imaginings, she didn't even notice when they arrived home. She mumbled something about a headache and went straight to her room, locking the door.

She shed her dress in seconds and dropped into a chair, eyes riveted on the spot where her heel had come down on Timmy. The moment the hardwood had connected was seared into her memory - the tiny joints cracking, the brief squeal, the warmth seeping into her sole.

She shuddered, equal parts horror and bliss. Without fully realizing what she was doing, she rubbed her foot over the spot, smearing the smear. It was the most intense thrill she had ever felt.

In a daze, she reached for her phone and pulled up her browser. Her fingers flew as she opened incognito mode and began searching. Soon, a wealth of content appeared - videos of facesitting, hardcore trampling, even snuff.

She never knew such things existed. But now the sites had her full, rapt attention. Hours vanished as she pored over them, learning, absorbing, becoming more depraved by the minute.

By the time she went to bed, mind reeling, she knew her life would never be the same. Her first kill had awoken a monster inside her, an insatiable need to feel that rush again and again.

She would have to be careful though. If anyone ever discovered her dark secret, her life would be over. Even if they never found proof of Timmy's fate, just the fact of her desires could destroy her.

No, this was her burden to bear alone. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, too aroused and anxious. Finally she slipped a hand between her thighs, seeking relief.

As her fingers worked, she imagined her daddy, brothers, friends, even strangers, brought to their knees before her, groveling for mercy they would never receive. By the time she came, gasping, she had resolved herself to her future.

From now on, she was Goddess and everyone else was just a plaything for her soles to crush as she wished. There would be a learning curve, but she was young and clever. No one suspected a thing, not yet.

She would take her time, be smart about it. And when the time was right, she would have her revenge and so much more. For now, the thrill of her first taste of power and the promise of what was to come would have to be enough.

With a smile on her lips, she finally drifted off, dreaming of the delicious things to come. No one would ever be safe under her heel again."