With a devilish smirk, Nora gently placed tiny Blake onto her vacant right sandal before her bare foot started descending toward that footwear. Was she going to crush the mage into a puny, bloody stain? Or worse…treat him as a living insole?!

“Oh crap…Nora! Stop! Please don’t do this..!”

Blake’s protests came just a bit too late - the towering bully’s sole landed upon his entire shrunken form, smothering him between the sandal’s leathery surface and the overpowering stench of her foot. He hadn’t been squashed to death, but Blake wasn’t certain whether that was a good thing. The odor her toes gave off wasn’t particularly pleasant to the little mage’s nostrils.

“I have no idea how a pipsqueak like you could get even smaller than usual…” Nora taunted her victim, “but honestly, I don’t care. You climbed my body, so in my personal opinion, you deserve every second of what’s coming to you!”

Pinned beneath his tormentor’s foot, Blake was unable to struggle very much. Things only got worse when Nora stood up to her full height and began walking - and the mage could feel her moving! The constant up-and-down cycle, combined with the foul scent he was forced to endure, made Blake want to throw up; alas, his whole face was firmly pressed against the massive sole. He could hardly even scream for help!

There had to be some way out of this mess…right?