It proved a simple task for Shane to hide his shameful gaze from his own wife. Of course, as a man who’s own stature could be measured by the tip of her finger, all he had to do was guard his neck from excessive strain by refusing to crane it so far back to take a look at the sky above.
And what a sky it was. From his vantage upon the kitchen counter, her entire torso appeared to dominate the horizon. A dark, professional jacket sucked all light out, rendering the bright evening into night. A white blouse was nearly concealed underneath the black material, although where it shown was obstructed behind the curvature of her chest.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, in a steady, stoic tone. The weight of her voice alone caused his shoulders to sink. Shane had to run the back of his hand across his brow, to wick away some of the cold sweat that had gathered upon it. Another hand ran over his head, rustling his rather neat crew-cut.
“I’m sorry dear, I’ve … I’ve messed up real bad today.” His own mouth quivered with every syllable. He ran his tongue over his lips, as if tasting them in anticipation.
There was a change in pressure, as her arms folded beneath her breast. A slight gust of wind caused his puny form to stumble back a few paces.
He finally possessed the courage to look up, into the searing red eyes of Noelle. They were set behind the circular frames of her glasses. A single finger was employed to push the ocular lenses up the bridge of her nose. Hair, inkier than the darkest night, framed a pale face, in a manner similar to how a black sky would host a full moon.
After nearly four years of matrimony, Noelle’s expressions often proved unreadable.
A lump formed in his throat which was not easily dispatched. Finally, after allowing himself a great exhale, Shane confessed, “I was thinking about my cute coworker today.”
A thick eyebrow rose upon Noelle’s face, “That’s all? You know I don’t ca-”
It was as if a candle had been lit, a match ignited, a lightbulb switched. The fainest shade of red invaded Noelle’s chalky cheeks, while her pale, but full lips pursed into a slight smile.
“Unacceptable, you perverted worm. It is irrelevant how regretful you feel. You will pay the consequences for your transgressions.”
Shane trembled as he witnessed her hand descend. Her middle finger curled, before hitching itself upon the joint of her thumb. There was a tension within the digit, much like that of a scrunched spring. This massive appendage was set down in front of him. He stood close enough to it, that his own reflection could be discerned within her nail, blurred and deformed as it may be.
The tiny man’s heartbeat accelerated, while his eyes widened. It felt nearly an eternity, witnessing the massive finger tense and build up force. In the same manner of a prowling lioness, once it sprung into action, there would be blood.
Soon, the tip was released, and Noelle’s middle finger flicked forward, smashing into Shane.
The hard nail caved in his face and shattered his ribs. Overwhelming strength sent his body flying back. His broken form sailed over the vast expanse of the counter, before curving down to the floor below.
Upon hitting the ground, his guts erupted, bursting from the force upon impact. Crushed remains, and sanguine matter emulsified into a dark bile that began seeping out from where he lay. Broken limbs twitched and writhed, but could never muster any significant movement.
Underneath all the blood and gore, his wavering eyes shined with excitement. A warped mouth still managed a smile. How could he not smile? He bore witness to his wife’s towering form, as her skirt swayed, provoked by her milky legs, fitted with black stockings. Soon enough, she stood over him, a colossus that scraped the sky.
“Oh, you survived,” she noticed, her manner almost indifferent to Shane’s joyous suffering. Noelle began fiddling with her skirt, hoping her husband could catch a glimpse of her panties underneath.
“Oh dear lord,” Shane murmured, his voice a guttural gurgle. Noelle possessed a conventional assortment of undergarments, and today was no exception. That still did not quell the excitement swelling within his chest of shattered ribs.
This glorious view was then blocked off by the underside of her foot. All light had departed underneath the gargantuan silhouette. His sky was now of black fabric. He became mesmerized by the patterns and threading of the stocking that fitted his wife’s encompassing sole.
The machined workmanship of the cloth only became clearer as it descended. A fragrant smell, that of perfume tinged with an acidic bite of vinegar filled his nose. The atmosphere itself appeared to impose itself upon his form as her foot fell lower and lower.
Finally, the great mass of the appendage was then set upon him. Even the entirety of her forefoot was a grand ceiling of fabric and flesh compared to his insignificant body. And while she tread lightly for now, he could already feel the inconceivable weight waiting to be released.
Noelle then relaxed, no longer holding back the force of her foot. For a brief moment, Shane was oppressed with the overwhelming pressure of her sole, before his broken body gave out. Bones were crumbled and compressed. What organs lay intact were ground into paste. Yet, the destruction of his entirety only registered as a minuscule crunch to Noelle’s ears, akin to the sound of a wrapper being crumpled.
Warmth entered her cheeks, for the sensation of Shane’s body giving out tickled the bottom of her foot. Her tongue slid out, wetting her lips ever so slightly before retreating. While her breathing hastened, her foot pressed further into the floor, twisting to and fro. The remains of her husband smeared and streaked across the ground, resembling nothing more than a quaint stain of fruit syrup, rather than an entire human body.
Noelle’s foot was then lifted away. Her eyes appeared to blaze, as she admired her handiwork. Chunks of unidentifiable organs dotted the fore of her foot, while blood provided a wonderful shade of natural paint that tainted the tile under.
Silence and stillness permeated the kitchen. The pale woman savored these few precious moments of perfection; that of bloody scenery and quiet serenity.
Like a monster springing to life, the bloody stain began to move on its own. Liquid collected, concentrated and congealed. Chunks of organ, flung from who-knows-where began to gather. A red pile of organic matter had formed upon the floor, quaint and tiny as always. Flesh and skin began to take shape, spreading and wrapping around the writhing mass.
From the smashed stain, her husband had emerged again, naked, whole, and as minuscule than ever. Not a blemish was found upon his bare skin. A wide, beaming smile was plastered across his face, although from her vantage, it was hard to tell. He appeared nearly ready to leap and levitate in the air, all from pure joy.
As he caught sight of his wife’s slight, if predatory smile, his demeanor quickly changed. A timid, pathetic mewl was shouted up to the heavens, “Please mistress, mercy, mercy! I know I do not deserve it, but allow your pathetic slave some reprieve!”
Noelle suppressed her smile. Her husband had prostrated and curled into a pathetic ball. Though she stood far above him, she knew that there was one part of his that was straight and unyielding. “Your suffering will end when I say it does.”
A pale hand reached down. Shane had to suppress a gleeful squeal. The rest of the day was going to be quite a treat for both of them indeed.