CUTTING THEM DOWN TO SIZE
By Kandor



	Christy donned her outfit and set out into the night: Strapless down, 
sandals, no nylons, no panties. She wanted two more victims for her experiment 
and she didn't need long to find them.
	She met them at a bar, predictably, where they had gone in search of 
shallow, pretty women to fuck and abandon. Christy played the role well, her 
long, brunette hair flowing over her slender shoulders, batting her big eyes at 
them as seductively as necessary. That wasn't much, as it turned out with men 
like this.
	"Can both you men handle me?" she teased, walking them back to her 
apartment/lab. "Think you measure up?"
	"Hey, baby, this measure up enough for ya?" growled Bob, the skinnier of 
the two men as he handled the thin cock through his pants. "Big enough?"
	She felt it in her hand, rubbed it hard in his trousers until he moaned. 
She reached down with her other hand and mauled Rod's nuts. They walked fast to 
keep up with her hand as she strode between them, in complete control. They were 
hers.
	"Feels like you got some mighty big balls in there, fellas," she cooed. 
"Yeah, you'll do just fine..."
	They got back to her place and she had them sit on the couch, fetching 
them drinks, telling them to get naked and wait. She went to change, slipping 
out of her dress, slipping out of her shoes to stand in g-string and nothing 
more. That's when she heard the screams, low and manly at first, then shrinking 
into high-pitched shrieks. She smiled and walked out to see Bob and Rod sitting 
in terror on her couch, each one no more than six inches high.
	"Perfect," she cooed, kneeling before them.
	"I'm a scientist and you are my experiment," she said calmly, reaching up 
to spread their legs. "Let me see your nuts...Hmmmm, nice. I thought they felt 
rather big, they're still rather large even in your reduced state."
	"You fucking cunt!!!"Bob screamed, trying to stand up but unable to as 
Christy knocked him down again. "I'll kill you!!"
	"Hardly, little man," she laughed drily. "Now shut up and let me 
experiment!"
	She flicked each man across the head with a finger, stunning them. She 
lifted them up and laid them on the floor in front of the couch. She sat on the 
couch and nuzzled one foot each into their crotches, somehow managing to get 
their nuts squeezed between her toes. As they came around, they screamed in 
pain. Christy sat back, smiling, as she flexed her feet, feeling their tiny nut 
packages roll painfully between her hard, sexy toes.
	"This usually brings a man to tears when they're full sized," she said to 
them, arms folded over her breasts. "I can only imagine how much it hurts your 
tiny little balls!"
	They screamed and twitched and tried to break free, but Christy's toes 
held them firm. When she tired of torturing their nuts, she let go and held her 
big heels up over their faces.
	"Lick," she ordered them. "I want you to make love to my feet."
	The men obeyed, their nuts throbbing. Their tiny tongues slithered out to 
cover the silky flesh of Christy's heels, slobbering over them. She moved her 
feet into various positions, allowing them to lick up her soles, over her toes, 
between them. She made them suck her toes like cocks, blowing each one until 
they gagged from having the long digits forced down their throats. As they 
worked her feet, their nuts recovered from the torture she'd put them through. 
But not for long.
	"Ok, enough pleasure, it's time to experiment again," she said calmly.
	"Wha...what kind of experiment?" Rod asked nervously.
	"The usual," Christy answered. "Seeing how much pressure it takes to 
explode a man's tiny testicles under a woman's foot or pull them off his body 
between her toes or snap his cock like a carrot. Those kinds of experiments."
	The men screamed and tried to stand. Christy's feet held them firm to the 
floor. She smiled and reached down to pick Rod up and stuff him, face up, under 
her creamy ass, giving him just enough air to breathe. His tiny body twitched, 
and Christy laughed.
	"Your time will come, little man," she hissed.
	Bob squirmed under her foot on the floor as Christy's big toe pressed down 
with increasing pressure on his nuts. She used her other foot to flick his tiny 
prick aside to allow a clear path for the crushing toe. 
	"About one quarter pressure, not bad, still holding up," Christy said into 
a small tape recorder she'd had on the side table near the couch. "increasing it 
slowly, slowly, half pressure. My gosh, he's taking it well."
	His nuts were, he wasn't. Bob screamed a brutalized, high-pitched scream 
as his tiny ball package was being rolled to a thin ribbon under Christy's 
monstrous foot.
	"Jeez, 75 percent pressure, that's good, little man, very good," she said, 
amazed his nuts could stand the weight of her foot. "Most pop at 50 percent."
	As soon as she said it, she heard and felt the unmistakably wet explosion 
of testicles under her foot and knew her toe had reduced the little lab rat's 
balls to bloody paste. Bob couldn't even scream, the pain was so great, he just 
lay twitching, his tongue out of his mouth,eyes shut tight in agony, his head 
snapping side to side so violently he almost broke his own neck.
	"That's more like it," Christy said. "Nuts pasted. Now, the pull-off 
test."
	She reached down and jammed his flattened nut package between her toes and 
using her other foot for a brace, pulled back. In less than five seconds, his 
destroyed testicle bundle separated from his body in a bloody spray. She let him 
go and wiped her foot on a rag she kept nearby. He convulsed in silent agony and 
slowly died as she pulled Rod out from under her sweaty ass to lay him down next 
to his dying friend.
	"Your turn," she said. "He lasted longer than I thought. Let's see how you 
do."
	Rod screamed as he turned his head away from his gruesomely twitching 
friend. But he could not fight the feeling of pleasure as Christy used one big 
smooth toe to stroke his cock to life, slowly hardening his relatively tiny 
prick and bringing him close to orgasm with it.
	"Just wanted to let you know," she cooed as his tiny hands stroked her 
smooth foot as it stroked his cock. "You come, you die."
	His eyes shot open. It was too late. A thin little ribbon of white goo 
erupted from is tiny cock and splashed on her toes. Christy smiled. And brought 
the heel of her foot straight down onto his jetting cock, not only snapping off 
the flow of jizz, but snapping his cock in the middle with a wet cracking sound, 
the top end of his little meat leaning over in a terrible angle to the rest. He 
screamed and a froth of blood came out of his mouth as she added a crushing heel 
kick to his nuts for good measure. Squeezing his shattered prick between her 
toes, she gave a pull and yanked his entire genital package away from his body, 
opening her toes to drop the bloody package on his dying face.
	"Well, back to the bar for more rats, I guess," Christy sighed, getting up 
to get dressed. "A scientist's work is never done."