Even with Brad's foot off of you now, your body had been so brutally flattened under the sole of your "friend" (if you could even call him that now), that you were still plastered to the bass pedal. Even though your body didn't have any shape or form anymore, you felt absolutely sore all over as if you had just taken a brutal beating - and really, you had! You could still feel every curve and wrinkle of Brad's sole printed into you, the smell of his foot seemed absolutely infused into you, and you figured he'd probably have to scrape you off the pedal with a nail, you'd been pounded so flat. Despite your formless shape you could still look up at your giant tormentor, who grinned down at you, his massive, molesting foot resting off to the side as if ready to lower back down onto you.
"This is so cool," Brad says. "That was pretty dumb bringing over this remote like that," and you saw the giant had it in his hands, his eyes shining with possibilities. "I'm starting to think I could get used to having you under my foot!"
Before Brad could taunt you any longer, there came a loud knock at his door. The giant turned toward the sound, then, with a slow smile, looked back at you. "One minute!" He called.
Then all at once he reached down for you. You were right, he did have to scrape away at the edges of you with his nail. You would have pleaded with him if you could, but all you could do in your flattened state was watch helplessly as he leered at you, feel the warmth of his enveloping palm and smell the vague aroma of sweat all around you as you were trapped in his fist. Brad squeezed you a few times, then began rolling you between his palms until you were a smooth little ball. "This is going to be awesome," he said, and you wondered what he was up to.
Then you found out: Brad leaned over toward the ground and sent you rolling. His aim was perfect, and your balled-up body started to slow until you came to a halt right before the door. With horror, you think you knew what he was doing - anyone who walked through that door would surely step on you!
"Okay," Brad said, grinning at you, "Come on in!" You saw the door swing open only to see...
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