A Crushing Fate

A Husband humiliated once again by his wife€™s shrinking potion.


Dew drops trickling down a blade of grass, a bee traveling from flower to
flower, an ant carrying a stale rice grain on its back. All these living
creatures are really small and most of the times insignificant to most
people. They can be trampled and ignored and it doesn't really matter.

Well so was my husband Phil. "How did this come about?" u might ask.
Well-let me tell you what happened.

Phil was getting on my nerves every day. He was always finding some way to
piss me off. So one day I decided to teach my husband a lesson. I went to
Tia my great grand mother and she gave me this potion that Phil should drink.
It was to shrink him till he got small enough that I could humiliate him. So
when I got home immediately I poured it in all his favorite drinks, and waited
until my plan work.

That night Phil wanted to make love to me so I let him. However next morning
was a different story I woke up to find Phil as tall as a pen cover sleeping
next to me. "Hey Phil," I said. Immediately I put him into my shoes. Now not
any type of ordinary shoes, but my horrid smelling prestos filled with caked
up toe jam and dried up sweat. Phil was stunned. He probably was thinking
what's wrong with me, but I just step on him and put my foot inside the shoe.
Going to an amusement park was one of the best ways to trample on Phil. So I
got in my car to go to Universal Studios. While in my car, it was the
beginning of a painful ordeal for Phil. I moved him up to between my toes to
squeeze him. I started squeezing his little body really hard. When my foot
started sweating, I made sure he started getting drenched in my nasty sweat.
When he was wet enough I started dragging him up and down hard with my toes
on the soles of my shoes inside. I did this to make dried toe jam sticks to
his wet slimy body all over. Then I moved him to the middle part of my foot
with his face facing up. I had arrived at the park and now I felt like
crushing him to the bottom of my shoes. I got out of the car, locked my car
and took my first crushing step. The first step I could feel the bottom of my
feet pressing down on a little body, pressing him into the soles of my now
drenched sweaty shoe.  Every time I took a step his body was implanted into
my soles more and more. Insides the shoes I could feel all that nasty toe jam
sticking to my feet all around. The smell was so great I could smell it in an
open area. My feet were sweating so much that inside my shoes felt wet and
slippery. Then my sweat started mixing with my toe jam and it became like a
thick brown nasty paste inside getting all over Phil's body. It was smeared
all over his body and as my feet pressed him down, it was force in all his
face, mouth, ears and nose. I was really teaching Phil a lesson. I decided
to do on this water ride Blutos Raft. On this ride in the beginning was okay
but as we got a little further down it started getting rough and we got soaked
. My shoes were really wet when I got off. I felt sorry for Philly, because
I knew he could drown. So I started pressing my feet down in my shoes
squeezing out this excess water. This imbedded Phil in my shoes, I could only
imagine how he looked. Probably like a flat pancake.  I squeeze it sum more
and started to run to use the bathroom. Phil's body was red and sore he had
loss consciousness and was limp inside my shoe. I really crushed Phil with my
running, because I felt my feet over his body coming down every step crushing
his wet sweaty toejam sticky body. It was messy in the bathroom. As I said
before his little body was red and some of his skin had come off his face. His
lips were black. His was so bruised up, he had all most no life in his
body. So I warped him up in some toilet paper and scraped out some toe jam
from inside my shoes, roll it up into a ball and pushed it into his mouth to
bring him back. Then I rolled a bigger stinky one and put it into his mouth
again. Then he started to like cough and I put him back into my shoes to
continue crush him some more cause he deserve it.. I was tired and I decided
to go home so that long walk was really gruesome for Phil. I could feel him
twitching so much as I was still crushing him down to the soles. It felt so
good under my feet. A soft object under there. I just wanted to squeeze it
and press down on it so much. When I reach my car, and I left this time I
pressed Phil down so that the toilet paper came off and I felt his sticky
body once more.  My shoes was still wet and it slid his body up and down
ramming against both edges of my foot.

When I got home it was time to see all the damage I had done to my husband's
body. It was horrible when I took him out again. I put him to lay down and
sleep, so that the potion could wear off. When it wear off, I then rushed him
to the hospital and told them that he fell into a ditched because he had loss
his balance. They never ask any questions but just told me he is hurt very
badly. So they kept him for two days to recuperate. When he finally got home
I told him did he remembered what I did to him, he said no. I asked him how
was your ribs broken. He told me he was in a bad accident. He had fall over
into a ditched, and got hurt real bad. I smiled to myself and realize that my
grandmother's potion made him also lose his memory of me torturing him while
he was shrunk. Wonderful I taught this was great.