Thread by @nozogod1

So I had an interesting idea. Usually when I write microfics, I'm focusing on the character in question. But what if I didn't do that? Going to give that a shot, lemme know what you think!

#Sizetwitter #Feet #Gore #Erotica

The first stomp only lasted an instant. To her it was no doubt the most simple of actions. A mere lowering of the leg to snuff out an insect. To you, however, it was as far from simple as could be. The moment the soft foot began to descend, you had been flung into hell.

You raised your arms in a pitiful instinctual attempt to defend your life. It was utterly meaningless of course. The foot was utterly undeterred, shattering the bones of your arms like they were made out of twigs. You could only stare up at the fleshy ceiling as it drew close...

THOOOOM

The foot slammed into your body like a truck, knocking the wind out of your lungs in an instant. The effects were instantaneous. Enormous force shoved your body into the hard ground, distributing the massive load over your entire body.

Fractures formed in the bones of your body as they began to crack apart. An incessant pounding had made itself known in the back of your head ever since it had slammed into the cold tile floor, leaving your skull bruised and cracked. Despite all that, things had only just begun.

The stomp had been a swift affair, only impacting your body for an instant before rising back into the air. Staring up at the ceiling of flesh allowed you to notice there were spots of blood dripping from it. Your blood.

A glance at your chest revealed the cause. One of your ribs was jutting out at an unnatural angle, the white bone coated in thick crimson blood. Bile formed in your throat at the sight, but your tormentor had no intent of allowing you to savor the sight. The foot descended again.

The second stomp was a much slower affair. By comparison, the first stomp seemed like nothing but a soft tap on the shoulder. This time the foot slammed into you with an unimaginable impact. If last time had been comparable to a vehicle, this was like a full fighter jet's impact.

Your damaged bones didn't stand a chance. The impact ripped through your body, shattering nearly every last bone in your body. The single broken rib from before was joined by the rest, all stabbing through your torso like a macabre pincushion.

Blood seeped out of your many wounds, leaving you woozy and lightheaded. Of course, that was far from the only impact of the stomp. Your arms and legs had been rendered entirely immobile, the limbs falling to the ground as though you were a lifeless puppet. Utterly helpless.

The pounding in your head was stronger and more incessant than ever before. Your heart was racing at a mile a minute, your chest painfully rising and falling in an effort to take in a breath. Quickly, it became readily apparent your bones weren't the only victims.

Your lungs had been rendered useless, pierced by one of your many broken bones. With the destruction of your rib-cage, the heart had also sustained damage. It was beating, but it wouldn't be for long. Countless of your veins had been sliced, causing massive internal bleeding.

Your spine had been broken in many places, leaving you without a shred of motor control. Your neck had also taken a good chunk of the impact. It wasn't entirely broken, given you were still alive, but you certainly couldn't move your head.

Speaking of your head, it wasn't doing much better. Your skull had massive cracks running through it, shards of bone ripping into your brain. It hadn't struck anything essential yet, but the damage would doubtless kill you. As it turns out, you wouldn't find out.

The gargantuan foot hung in the air like a guillotine. There was no question about it. The next stomp would kill you. That was a fact both you and your tormentor knew very well as her foot began its final descent.

Tears dripped from your eyes as you attempted to take in one last inhale. It failed. Blood filled your lungs as you hacked, coughing out thick fluid just before the impact came and everything went black.

The woman above you sighed as she ground her foot against the ground, rubbing it about as the bones of the bug she had smashed crackled and popped. When would they learn not to get in her way? She wasn't sure, but she couldn't deny crushing them out of existence was fun.

A lazy grin coated her face as she raised her foot up, taking a look at her handiwork. The bloody gory mess on her foot was nearly unrecognizable as the human it had once been. Now it was nothing but a mess of crushed organs and shattered bones.

With a shudder, she grabbed onto a paper towel. A few sweeps and the remains had been neatly collected, before she uncerimoniously dumped them into the garbage. After all, what was the point of giving an insect a proper burial?

With that, the woman turned her attention back to her daily life. By the evening she would no doubt have forgotten about the innocent person she had crushed to death, but who cared? He was tiny, so he didn't have any rights. That's just how things were.

THE END