Doom Day.pdf

Britney and Brad had always been close as children. They were more than just siblings, they were the best of friends. Growing up, they shared everything with each other, from their deepest secrets to their wildest dreams. But as the years went by, life took them in different directions and they started to drift apart.

Years later, Brad had returned home after a long time away. The reunion with his beloved sister was filled with joy and laughter. But deep down, Brad still harbored a dark secret that kept him up at night. A fetish that had grown into a full-blown obsession - the sight of sexy, towering women with their feet and soles looming over him, unaware of his existence.

That evening, as Brad was sitting on their living room floor, he heard the click-clack of Britney's wooden heeled clogs approaching. His heart raced. "You're so tiny, little man," she teased, smirking down at him. Brad nearly passed out from the exquisite sight of her soles hovering inches above him, the carvings on the wood tantalizing his imagination.

Suddenly, Britney lost her balance and stumbled. Her clog swung directly towards Brad with impossible speed. He tried to dive out of the way but it was too late. The hard, smooth wood made contact with his shrunken form and pressed into him with the weight of her full body behind it. Brad let out a bloodcurdling scream, his tiny bones snapping like twigs. But his cries were drowned out by the TV blaring in the background.

"Oof!" Britney grunted, regaining her balance. "Something felt weird... Ah well, probably just stubbed my toe." She continued on her way without a care, blissfully unaware of the life she had just crushed beneath her shoe.

Brad's body lay lifeless, smushed into a thin film on the bottom of her clog. His blood and guts soaked into the wood. But in his final moments, his eyes were wide with ecstasy. His fetish had been fulfilled in the most extreme way imaginable. The fantasy he had craved for so long, to be utterly dominated and destroyed by female footwear, even if it killed him. And kill him it did.

The next morning, Brad was found dead on the living room floor. An investigation was launched but the cause of death was ruled an accident. The janitor simply cleaned up his flattened corpse with a wet mop, amused by the tiny smear left behind. No one was the wiser about his dark desires.

In a cruel twist of fate, after the funeral, Britney discovered a peculiar app on Brad's phone called "Sneaky Size." Curious, she downloaded it and was shocked to see a list of all her friends and relatives who had secretly been shrunk down to inches tall and were now living among her feet. Her best friend Tiffany who she had squashed just the other day. Her co-worker Chad who she had ground into paste when her heel slipped off his tiny struggling form. The list went on and on.

The truth came out that Brad had been experimenting with an app that could shrink people down to tiny bugs. He had been sneaking it to all their mutual friends and acquaintances to feed his sick fetish. At first Britney was horrified. But as she looked down at the hundreds of tiny people screaming and writhing under her feet, a dark thrill surged through her body. With the right shoes, she could take her sadistic urges as far as her depraved mind desired and no one would ever be the wiser. A wicked smile spread across her face. It was time to go shopping for some new heels...