"You wanted to see me, Miss?"

    Yui walked into Product Test Chamber 6 where Miss Fondre was waiting for her.

    "Ah, Yui, about time you made it here. I don't pay you to be a slow poke you know," Fondre said with a hint of self-righteousness.

    I got here in like thirty seconds... Yui thought to herself.

     Fondre kept talking before Yui could defend herself.  "I need your help with testing this new product."  Fondre dangled a tan, oblong object from her fingertips.  She wiggled it in front of her a few times, causing it to wobble in her grasp.  "Recognize this?"

    Yui squinted to get a good look at the object in Fondre's clutches.  It was less than a foot long and, come to think of it, about as wide as a person's foot.  "Oh!" Yui's eyes widened in recognition, "That must be one of those insole things you ordered with the special material. Is there something wrong with it?"

    Fondre seemed annoyed.  "Welll, somebody," she said as passively aggressively as humanly possible, "was supposed to order 10,000 units to sell.  As in, one with five zeroes behind it.  Instead, the ordered one. As in, one with zero zeroes behind it. And the fool who messed up so outrageously needs to make up for that, because I was really expecting at least two for the marathon I'm running tomorrow."  Fondre crossed her arms resolutely and gave Yui and accusatory glare.

    Yui responded, oblivious to the implied accusation, "Oh yeah, I remember that. You didn't want anyone else messing up the order form, so you had me email it to you so you could fill it out yourself. So I guess whoever's responsible would be..."  Yui froze upon realizing that the only two people who even knew about the order were her and Fondre.  Faced with the choice of falsely admitting to the error or saying the "fool who messed up so outrageously" was Fondre herself, Yui cognitive functions seemed to temporarily shut down.

    Fondre raised an eyebrow at her still assistant.  "So? Anything to say for yourself?"

    "I- uh- eh- um-," stammered Yui, slightly trembling from the indecision.

    "Hmmph. If you're not going to be fun and overly apologetic then we might as well get this over with."  Fondre snapped her fingers and a mechanical arm with a tiny syringe came down from the ceiling.  Before Yui could even register what was happening, it swiftly poked her in the butt, injected a green fluid, and retreated back into the ceiling.

    "Eeep! Wh-what the hell was that?!" cried Yui, her voice cracking a bit from surprise, "You can't just inject your employees with weird chemicals out of nowhere!"

    "Eh, take it up with HR," Fondre replied nonchalantly.

    "Our 'HR department' is just a box full of month old cookies!" Yui said indignantly.  Her voice seemed to crack again, even higher this time.

    Fondre rolled her eyes at the notion of something as pedestrian as a human resources department.  "Oh, just admit that you messed up and shrink like a good assistant."

    "Sh-shrink?! Are you serious?!"  Yui's incredulous questions seemed to be answered as she was asking it.  Fondre and the room around her seemed to grow before her as she spoke.  The process was rapid, reducing her to only half of her original height in seconds.  "Why does this warrant shrinking me anyway?" Yui pleaded in a voice about an octave higher than normal.

    Fondre cracked a small smirk, "I told you Yui, I need help with testing this product."  Fondre wiggled the insole again.  "I can't exactly judge how good of an insole this material is if I don't have something to compare it to, plus I need a matching one to make a pair."  Fondre's smirk evolved into a fully-fledged evil grin.

    At this point Yui had shrunken down to her intended height of only a few inches tall.  Her clothes had somehow shrunk with her, but that was about the only thing she was happy about in the current situation.  "U-Um, I-I don't think w-we need to d-do that, M-Miss..." she squeaked, shaking as she tried to beg for forgiveness.

    Fondre was already taking off one of her heels before Yui could even conclude her plea.  "Come now Yui, you wouldn't want my feet getting sore during the marathon tomorrow, would you?"  Fondre flexed her pantyhose-clad foot while holding it directly above Yui's trembling form.

    "B-But I didn't even do any-"

    SPLAT

    Fondre stomped her foot onto the pathetic assistant with an unnecessary amount of force.  Keeping most of her weight on that foot, she rubbed it back and forth against the floor, feeling the warm, squishy mass of Yui spread out across her sole.  "Oh dear, I think I stepped on a bug.  Or maybe it was some discarded gum.  I couldn't really tell the difference from here, ah ha ha!"  Sometimes Fondre felt that it was hard coded in her DNA to taunt squished people.






    Yui could do nothing as her body was relentlessly mished, mashed, and molded by Fondre's foot.  The feeling was all too familiar to Yui; her body getting molded like clay was a combination of the strangely relaxing feeling of her muscles being stretched in weird ways, the discomfort of a huge weight compressing all the molecules in her body into an impossibly tight space, and the feeling of her womanhood getting pounded harder than any significant other could pound. 

    Yui was used to this kind of thing happening to her when she got caught in industrial machinery, but the feeling of flesh doing the squishing gave the experience a special twist.  Instead of being compressed by cold, hard metal, she was assailed by Fondre's sole.  Its warmth made Yui soften up faster than usual, and its softness, though still enough to crush Yui, was much more welcome than the unyielding hardness of steel.  Of course, it was also a lot more humiliating than being crushed by a machine.  It's one thing to pass through a cold, uncaring wringer, but being purposefully reduced to paste with just a foot was another thing entirely.

    When Fondre was finally finished smearing poor Yui along her foot, she lifted it up to see her handiwork.  Splayed out from toes to heel was a mix of colors: the dark blue of Yui's socks, the light blue and white of her panties, the color of her thighs.  It was about what someone would expect to see if they looked at an upskirt shot of Yui through a strange fun house mirror.

    "Oh dear, I've made quite the mess of you, haven't I?" Miss Fondre cooed as she ran a finger along Yui's smeared out form.  She chuckled when she felt a slight tremble and a tiny wet spot on the surface of her new insole. 

    "I suppose I'd better take you on a test run around the office for the rest of the day before I go out running tomorrow, huh?"  Fondre gave Yui a flick where she thought her ass should be and slipped her shoe back on.  She then took a moment to put the other insole into her other shoe.  She put her weight on one foot, then the other, testing how each insole felt on her feet.

    "Hmmm, you know, I might just have to keep you like this, Yui..." Fondre teased.  With that, Fondre strode back to her office like a drunk person asked to walk heel to toe.

    Fondre went about the rest of her day like nothing had happened, except she tended to favor putting her weight on one foot over the other.  At first she opted for a more minimalist approach to teasing to cement the fact that Yui was nothing more than an object to her.  However, as the day went on Fondre decided that it would be more fun to talk to Yui.  The fun of mocking the pathetic little bug squashed into her shoe was really just too much to pass up.  Fondre's personal highlight of the day was asking Yui if she was going to eat the lunch she brought, waiting for a response that wouldn't come, then loudly eating Yui's lunch while standing on her.  It wasn't nearly as good as the lunch she would have bought herself, but for Fondre the principle of the act was more important than the taste.

    Yui merely whimpered at the barrage of bullying.  After all, whimper was pretty much the only thing she could do in her current state.  Yui's life at this point was just fluctuating amounts of pressure.  When Fondre lifted her foot Yui would receive a slight relief from the pressure, though she was still pretty cramped between her boss's sole and shoe.  The relief was always short lived since Fondre decided that today would be a great day to wander around the factory and pace as much as possible.

    By the end of the day Fondre was spending more time messing with Yui than she was working, so she decided to head home early.  Upon arriving home, Fondre took off her heels and slowly peeled Yui from the surface of her pantyhose.  

    "Pfft."  Fondre barely stopped herself from bursting out laughing at Yui's squashed form.  It was like someone tried to print a Yui texture onto a foot shaped piece of paper.  Yui's lips were slightly puckered and curled into a slight smile, and her eyes expressed something halfway between discomfort and bliss.  Fondre figured that this strange expression was because Yui only had a bit of control over her face, so the initial expression of getting squashed was being mixed with the irresistible sensuality of being squished.

    "Mmmph mm mmmph mmmmmph?" squeaked Yui, barely able to push sound out of her crushed mouth.

    Fondre let out an exasperated sigh.  "You know Yui, I'm very disappointed in you. You messed up my order and you didn't even make for a comfy insole! How are you supposed to provide cushioning for my delicate feet if you just get squashed into paper within the first hour, hmm? God, you're pathetic. I mean, you aren't even useful as an object to be stepped on! And did you think I wouldn't notice this?" Fondre held her pantyhose up to Yui's face.  At the bottom of the pantyhose was a small dark stain.  "What makes you think you can just squirt your sex juices on my clothes, you little pervert? Hmmph. You're lucky I don't just throw you in the trash."




    "Mmmmph..." whined Yui.  She tried to hold back her orgasm, but with all that sexual stimulation it was like trying to stop a waterfall with a strainer.

    "...Yeah? That's all you have to say for yourself? Tch."  Fondre carelessly tossed Yui aside.  The unfortunate insole landed on the floor of Fondre's bedroom with a soft plap.  "Make yourself useful and try to puff yourself up a bit before the marathon tomorrow," she told the scrap of assistant laying on the floor, "and don't you dare leave a stain on my carpet!"

    Fondre realized she was being too hard on Yui, but that was what made it so much fun.  She slept like a baby that night.

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    The next day rolled around, and Fondre arrived at the starting point of the marathon in the middle of the busy city.  Dressed in purple running shorts and a sports bra that showed off her knockout figure, she turned the heads of more than a few other participants. 

    "Ugh, why must there be so many commoners..." she disdainfully said to herself.  Participating in the marathon was mostly a political stunt; the proceeds went to saving the environment.  It would help get those damn environmentalists off her back without her having to change anything about the factory.  "At least I have someone I know to keep me company. Isn't that right, Yui?"  She clenched and unclenched her foot a couple of times to tease her running partner.  This time she had elected to keep her insoles inside of her socks, so the former assistant turned footwear was getting a face full of Fondre's bare feet.  As Fondre did a few warm-up stretches, she delighted in the subtle squishing sensations of her foot.  It was a bit disappointing that Yui was already too flat to provide much cushioning, but at least she had some form of company during the marathon.

    Yui was already feeling overwhelmed, and the main event hadn't even started yet.  Making direct contact with Fondre's skin provided more warmth and softness than just feeling her through her pantyhose, so it was hard for Yui to even focus on the taunts that were being thrown her way.  

    Before long, it was time for the marathon to begin.  One bang of a fake gun later and the participants were off, Fondre included.  Fondre enjoyed herself for a bit, focusing on the lovely feeling of Yui getting stomped flatter and flatter with each of her steps.  Suddenly, she noticed something was wrong.  These people, these common folk, were passing her! The Miss Fondre was being outrun by the baseborn class below her!

    What?! Who do these people think they are?! I'll show them! Fondre thought to herself.  That very competitive nature that had allowed Fondre to climb to the top of the business world had taken hold of her senses, causing her to disregard common sense.  Her footsteps came faster and faster as she passed by the (presumably) unwashed masses surrounding her until she was going into a full-on sprint.  The concept of pacing oneself was foreign to the young heiress.  The fact that she was only on the first of 26 miles was deleted from her database of knowledge.  She only needed to win.




    As the normal people watched the crazy lady pass them by at a startling pace, Yui was getting pounded into paste with each footstep.  The poor little assistants mind was not prepared for the sheer intensity of the mad dash.  Each step slammed her cramped sex with such force that she was practically forced to orgasm with each step, and the steps just kept coming.  If she was capable of speech in her current state, she would be screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstasy.  Additionally, each step made Yui flatter, and, by extension, more sensitive.  In the back of her head, she also managed to register the feeling that she was continuously getting closer to Fondre's foot.

    Fondre managed to push herself hard enough to be significantly ahead of the rest of the crowd, but at a cost.  She was sweaty, short on air, and, worst of all, she couldn't even feel Yui under her foot any more.

    "Haah... Damn it... At least... I'm better... than those people... haaaah..." Fondre panted, reveling in the small victory to her imagined contest.  Fondre finally slowed down a bit.  "Lemme... give you a break... Yui... whew!"

    At this point, taking a break didn't really matter for Yui.  She had been smashed so thoroughly, so harshly, and with so much body heat that she had actually partially melted into Fondre's foot.  Yui's body was now slightly fused to Fondre's sole, turning the unfortunate assistant into nothing more than a slight discoloration on the bottom of her boss's foot.  She was unable to even squirm in this state.  Her mind was trapped in a euphoric half-consciousness where she simply basked in the warmth and intimacy of being so close to the massive appendage that had just smashed her into a tattoo.
    
    The trail had progressed into the city park, and Fondre had just turned out of sight of the other runners when she noticed something strange.  The trees seemed a lot taller than she remembered.  So did the park benches.  Even the grass somehow seemed bigger.

    "Hmmph! They need to mow this grass, it's gotten huge! Like, really, really, really... really..." Fondre trailed off as she witnessed the most interesting case of watching the grass grow ever.  Suddenly, she realized that the park wasn't growing around her.

    "What?! Why the hell am I shrinking!?" she angrily shrieked in a voice so high pitched that it wouldn't even scare a chihuahua.  Before Fondre knew it, she was the size that Yui had been when she shrunk.  Ready to blame Yui, she ripped off her shoe and sock to berate the insole.  Looking at her foot, she realized what had happened.  Yui was embedded into her foot, and the chemicals must have seeped through Yui's body and into Fondre's own skin.

    "Yui, you dolt! How am I supposed to trounce these idiot runners if my steps are only a twentieth of theirs!" Fondre squeaked angrily, throwing her hands up in a fit of frustration.  She was about to continue her tirade, but a loud rumbling sound interrupted her.  Turning around, she saw exactly what no one in her position would want to see; a large group of giant, distracted joggers rapidly approaching her.

    "Shit shit shit shit shit!" Fondre yelled as she dashed away from the impending stampede.  Even if she hadn't been worn out from the previous overexertion, she wouldn't have been able to outrun the gargantuan shoes approaching her.  She still had one of her shoes off, which caused her to trip and fall forward.  She turned over on her back just in time to see a giant shoe coming toward her.

    "Wait, why didn't I just run to the side-" 

    With a quiet squelch, the tip of the shoe just barely smashed a part of Fondre.  This part of Fondre was directly between her spread out legs and right below her waist.




    The crushing of Fondre's pussy was accompanied by a tiny scream that would have shattered any miniature wine glasses within a five yard radius.  This single footfall was enough to reduce the area below Fondre's waist to a purple piece of paper spread out about twice as wide as normal.  Fondre's rapturous yell didn't last long, as her head was almost immediately crushed by another foot.  Her small body twitched and writhed in pleasure for a few seconds before it was flattened part by part by various people's feet.  Fondre felt her body get crushed unevenly and at random.  There was no way for her to anticipate which part of her would be stepped on next, creating split seconds of anticipation that were resolved with sudden, intense smashes of feet on flesh.  Each time a foot landed on her crotch was like a brief moment of heaven for Fondre.  If any of the runners had bothered to look down they might have noticed what appeared to be a tan and purple blob of clay getting pressed down and spread outward with each step.

    Yui wouldn't be able to comprehend what was going on if she tried.  Her whole body was compressed into one hyper-sensitive erogenous zone, so she was trapped in a constant state of orgasm.  Getting stepped on just made the orgasm even better.

    The pounding feet didn't relent for what seemed like an eternity for Fondre and Yui, or at least what was left of them.  The rich heiress had been smashed into a cream colored stain on the path with a couple of swathes of purple thrown in, and her assistant was somehow even less than that.  What remained of the two women looked like someone took a small paint bucket of Fondre's color scheme and splashed it haphazardly on the path and then left it for a few weeks.  However, it wasn't quite the same shade as Fondre, as the intensity of stampede had spread their bodies so much that the colors were faded.  Reduced to only a vague residue on a foot path, Fondre had never felt so helpless and pathetic in her life.  And yet, she'd never had such a sexually stimulating experience in her life.  The stain that was her pussy was still longing for more, despite all the abuse it had just endured.

    Luckily, rescue would be on its way.  Fondre always kept a special pressure-activated tracker on her person wherever she went.  If a strong enough pressure was ever exerted on her body, a signal would be sent to one of Fondre's cronies to rescue her, wherever and however she was.  She just hoped they'd be able to find her in this state.  Suddenly filled with dread at the thought of being embarrassingly scraped off the path like a used up piece of gum, Fondre lamented that even being rescued would be humiliating.  Those peasant workers would have to dig into her body, getting their hands all over her, touching her everywhere, folding her up into a single pile of hyper sensitive, sexually charged goop that would act like putty in their hands...

    Nnnggh! I can't believe this! ME, reduced to a stain on the road! ME!  Fondre tried to wriggle angrily, but even that little bit of catharsis eluded her.  This crap is only supposed to happen to Yui, damnit! People as important as me should not be reduced to such a pitiful state! As Fondre lamented to herself, a passerby stared at the smear she had become.  H-Hey! Quit gawking! God, I'm almost glad I can't be recognized like this... If stains could blush, Fondre would have been bright pink in embarrassment.  The pedestrian only looked at Fondre for a brief amount of time; after all, it was just a weird pattern on the ground.




    Slightly recovering from the embarrassment, Fondre mentally sighed to herself.  Well, I hope you're quite happy with yourself, Yui. Because of you, we-

    Fondre's thoughts were suddenly cut off by a young woman and her boyfriend stepping directly onto her crotch, causing her thoughts to instantly shift to arousal for the thousandth time that day.