This choice: Becky: Jenn's Mom, Jaclyn • Go Back...Chapter #7Becky: Jenn's Mom, Jaclyn by: sharpedge   The girls casually walked downstairs, Becky and Tiffany equally eager to feel a live person under their feet. As Becky approached the kitchen, she slipped her bare feet back into her pink sandals in preparation - she has only had a pedicure that morning and did not want to mess her soft soles up.
Jaclyn turned around as she heard footsteps, and smiled as she saw her daughter and was about to greet her when she saw Becky. The smiled turned into a slight frown, and she decided not to say anything, annoyed with her daughter for bringing her here.
Becky giggled slightly, knowing that this old woman had always been under her in status, and would soon be under her physically, where she really belonged.
The dislike that Jaclyn had for Becky was nothing to do with Becky personally, but an old family feud over business. Becky's father, Russell, was the real cause of the dislike that Jaclyn had shown towards Becky. Russell had since passed away due to illness, and it made Becky smile, knowing his daughter was about to get revenge on his behalf.
"Hi Jaclyn!", Becky greeted her, cheerfully. Jaclyn glanced at her, without responding. She knew that she was being mocked, Becky appeared to be trying to hold back a giggle. She resisted the urge to slap the girl, and wipe the grin off her pretty face. If only she was 18 again, like Becky, she'd teach her a lesson. At that moment, all went black.
When Jaclyn regained consciousness, the very first thing she saw in front of her were two sets of toes, wiggling eagerly in front of her. Unsure at first of what they were, and trying to figure out what had happened, it didn't take her long to recognise the pink patterned nail varnish as what Becky usually wore on her toe nails. The true reality of what had happened started to sink in, only to be confirmed when Becky's face appeared in front of her, as she bent down to talk to the shrunken Jaclyn.
"Okay, lady, this is what has happened. We acquired a shrink ray, and decided you should have the honour of being one of our first victims. You should know that you are about to be stepped on, I mean, what more end would be appropriate for an insect like yourself? Moreover, the person that is going to be stepping on you is me. I believe this is very appropriate considering the history between my family and yourself. You will be under me as you die, under my shoe, where you have always belonged".
With that said, Becky stood up to her full height, ignoring the squeals of protest from below, and positioned her right foot on top of the old woman. At first she rested her foot on top of her, wiggling her toes subconsciously, unsure if she should be doing this. Her death would not just be incredibly painful as all of her organs and bones were slowly crushed into each other before exploding out, but immensely humiliating as it would happen beneath the sandalled foot of the teenage daughter of her ex business partner. A sandal that would provide a gentle cushioning to the soft young foot of the girl above, and nothing but a hard, cold and cruelly ridged surface that agonisingly exerted the weight of the pretty girl above on to the old body of the victim below. As she mused about this contrast, and how it meant both she and woman below would feel as it was happening, she felt the tiny body wriggling beneath her, the sensation easily passing through the sole of her shoe, tickling the sole of her sensitive foot. Any feelings of guilt suddenly vanished, it just felt so right. This woman should be honoured, that it is -her- foot that she is beneath, -her- foot that would now cruelly squash her.
She pressed down gently, slowly. She wasn't sure how much it would take, but knew exactly what the outcome would be. She felt the body below her press deeply into her hard bottom sandal which in turn pressed the soft cushioning of the insole into her toes, right the way down to the inner arch of her foot. She smiled at her victims predicament below, she continued to press down, and slowly transfer her weight onto the foot with the woman beneath. She felt a pop from somewhere beneath the arch of her foot, which produced a slight giggle from Becky's lips, and four seconds later both heard and felt a crunch beneath the ball of her foot. Knowing the head of the woman was somewhere beneath the front of her foot, Becky raised her heel off the ground slightly so as to allow her to put more of her weight there. The pink skin on her toes turned white with the pressure until she felt yet another crunch, easily distinguished as from beneath her toes. She stood on the body of the woman for a further three seconds, bouncing slightly on her foot to be sure, before stepping off her.
"Awww, it looks like she wants to stay with you, Becks", Jennifer stated happily. Looking down, Becky noticed Jaclyn was pasted firmly onto the bottom of her sandal. "Ewwwww". She shook of foot slightly to dislodge her, and slowly she peeled of the sole of Becky's sandal and fell with a wet flop back to the floor.
The girls peered at her body and all of them burst into fits of giggles. The easily distinguishable ridges that made up the tread of the sole of Becky's sandal were firmly imprinted right the way across the squashed body of Jaclyn, as her body has been pressed deeply into the grooves. Happy to have left her mark on Jaclyn, Becky and the girls walked away to plan what they were going to do next.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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