HGlock SM - Under Pressure.pdf (298 PCS)

Kyle and Lisa had known each other since they were kids. They went to the same school, lived in the same neighborhood. But they were nothing alike. Kyle was a sweet, quiet boy who mostly kept to himself. Lisa, on the other hand, was manipulative and cruel. She always got what she wanted, no matter who she had to step on to get it. As they grew older, the power dynamic between them only seemed to intensify. Lisa took great pleasure in toying with Kyle, dangling the possibility of friendship in front of him before inevitably pulling it away and ridiculing him in front of the whole class. She seemed to delight in watching him squirm. But Lisa had a secret. She had somehow gotten her hands on a shrink ray - a device that could miniaturize objects and people down to a tiny size. And she was eager to test it out. On a lazy Friday afternoon, Kyle found himself alone with Lisa after school. Normally he would have avoided her at all costs. But today, she seemed different. Quieter. Almost... nice. She smiled at him, an unfamiliar expression on her face. "Hey Kyle. Want to come over to my place? I just got the new Zelda game, thought we could play together." She bit her lip, giving him a coy look through her lashes. "I promise I won't embarrass you in front of anyone this time. It'll be fun." Kyle's heart raced at the prospect of spending time with the mysterious, beautiful Lisa. Even if she had tormented him for years, he couldn't help but be drawn to her. Against his better judgement, he agreed. At Lisa's house, she led him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. "Wait right here," she told him with a grin. "Back in a sec." She ducked into her closet, rummaging around for something. Kyle heard a clatter of metal, a soft curse. Then suddenly, a loud humming noise filled the air. Before Kyle could turn around, Lisa was pointing a strange, futuristic looking device right at him...

ZZZZZAPPPPP. A blinding flash of light and an intense pain in his head. Kyle gasped as he felt himself rapidly shrinking down, down, down. The room seemed to expand around him, the furniture growing massive. Lisa's bedroom became a cavernous space, her looming form swallowing the ceiling. When the shrunkening finally stopped, Kyle found himself standing on the floor in front of Lisa's chair. He came up to barely her knee. The girl towered above him, a mean smirk on her face. She reached out one finger and flicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling back. "Surprise, loser," Lisa cooed, not sounding surprised at all. "I've been dying to try out my new toy. And you just volunteered to be my first test subject." She scooped the miniscule boy up off the carpet, holding him high. He squirmed helplessly in her grip, too small to fight back. She brought him close to her face, her eyes sparkling with malice. "Knew you could never resist me, even if I am a total bitch to you," she purred. "I always get what I want. And right now, what I want is to crush you under my pretty little feet." Kyle's eyes went wide with terror as he realized her intent. But he was powerless to stop her. Lisa dangled him over her shoe, savoring the fear on his tiny face. "Bye bye, boy." She grinned. Then she let him drop. Kyle plummeted towards the sneaker, in a silent scream. The impact nearly knocked him out. He found himself wedged deep inside the sweaty dark interior, crushed under the weight of Lisa's foot. The air was thick with her sharp, pungent stench. Then Lisa stood up. Kyle felt the sneaker close around him like a vice as her foot flexed and moved. The girl began walking around her room, each step driving her foot down like a jackhammer. He was tossed about, pummeled mercilessly into the stinkiest, dankest crevices of her shoe. "Ha ha, I'm dancing on you, Kyle!" Lisa singsonged, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Feels so good to finally put you in your place!" Kyle could only groan weakly, his fragile body battered nearly to death. He knew these would be his last moments. All because he couldn't resist the twisted allure of his beautiful but sadistic tormentor. The tiny boy's life was crushed out of him, one sweaty step at a time, until he was nothing but a dark smear in the bottom of Lisa's red Keds. She looked down at the shoes still on her feet, grinning in satisfaction. "Thanks for the motivation, tiny. Guess you really did love me after all." Lisa wiggled her toes, feeling the last of Kyle dissolve between them. "I'll just dispose of you properly now. Can't have anyone getting suspicious." Whistling a cheery tune, the murderous girl picked up the shoes and carried them to the toilet. She upended them over the bowl, watching in delight as Kyle's blood swirled down the drain. Then the sneaker flew out the window, to be lost forever. And Lisa skipped off to plan her next shrunken victim, humming happily to herself. She always got what she wanted in the end...