HGlock SM - Depressed.pdf (2025) (Crush Fetish 3D)

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow through the bedroom window. Jack sat at the edge of the bed, head in his hands, staring at the floor. Day after day, he had been shrinking, inch by inch, thanks to the suffocating grip of depression slowly consuming him. It had started months ago - first missing a button on his shirt, then having to fold the hem of his pants.

Jack glanced over at the dresser mirror and barely recognized his own reflection staring back at him. The man he saw was no bigger than a thumb, skin a sickly pale, eyes sunken and haunted. He had tried to hide his disease from Hailey, his loving wife, not wanting to burden her. But she had noticed the change in him, the way he withdrew from life itself.

The bedroom door creaked open and Hailey stepped inside, arms full of laundry fresh from the line outside. Her honey-colored hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her floral sundress hugged her womanly curves. Jack felt a pang of longing seeing her, a desperate ache to reach out and touch her, to lose himself in her soft warmth and forget everything. But he knew he was far too small now. Too unlovable.

"Jack, baby?" Hailey called out, setting down the pile of laundry. "Are you in here?"

Jack didn't answer of course, silently watching from on floor as his wife slowly walked around the room, peering behind furniture. Oh, Hailey. If only she knew, he thought bitterly. If only she could see me now, shriveled up like some pathetic insect. She'd be repulsed.

After a fruitless search, Hailey heaved a disappointed sigh. "Well, I guess you're not in here room yet." She picked up the laundry basket again and headed for the door.

Jack scrambled to his feet, heart pounding. He had to get her attention somehow, to make her see! Adrenaline surged through his tiny body and he took off running as fast as his minuscule legs would carry him, sprinting across the bedroom floor.

Just then, Hailey stopped in the doorway and slowly lowered herself down into a squat, bending to smell the fresh, clean scent of the laundry. Jack didn't stand a chance. One moment he was running full tilt - the next, the world had gone dark and his body crumpled under immense pressure. An ear-splitting crack, and then nothing. He was gone, crushed beneath the shiny brown leather of his wife's high-heeled clog before he could even scream.

Hailey stood, oblivious to the tiny life she'd just ended, and carried the laundry out. Her pretty face was pensive, brow furrowed with worry for her missing husband. "Jack," she murmured to herself as she clicked down the hallway in her clogs, "Where are you, baby? I hope you're okay..."

She paused to adjust one of her sandals, and a tiny smear of blood flaked off the heel onto the carpet. But Hailey didn't notice it. She continued on, lost in her thoughts. She would never find him. Because he was gone, snuffed out when she unknowingly used him like a doormat. A tragic accident.

Hailey's soulmate, her other half, was nothing more than a stain under her shoe now. And she would never know. She carried on, forever mourning the loss of the man she loved, never realizing the truth - that he had been right there all along. Underfoot.