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The men turned around with excitement, staring at the two Goddesses, wondering how they would be squashed and by which one. The women were working their way forward from the back of the bus to the front, apparently planning to kill the men as they went. Maria went first, facing two men sitting side by side in the next row. She lifted her boot and planted it's sole and chunky heel in the closest slave's crotch. "I can feel a litle bump...is that you getting excited?," joked Maria, who immediately shrunk the helpless slave. Now the tiny man was on the seat right in front of the rounded toe of her boot. The slave was overwhelmed by the sight of the giant boot-toe. Maria slid the boot forward enough to cover the little man. Now the slave wriggled helplessly beneath the blackness of the boot's sole. Maria rested her boot-toe on top of the man and looked down. "Awww, I've turned your whole body into a little bump". She glanced over at the man sitting in the next seat, " I'm gonna make paste out of your little friend," she said to the trembling slave. Maria smiled at the man's nervousness. She kept smiling as she slowly pressed the toe of her boot flatly down, smearing the body into soft pulp. She wiped the sole into the seat, smearing the pink goo in a streak.
The trembling slave stuttered, "I wanna lick your boots..."
Maria laughed at the stupid slave and Gina looked over to see what was happening. She smiled at the man too, "If you wanna lick her boots then start doing it, slave," she commanded. The man fell on his belly across the two seats and started licking the side of Maria's boot heel with his tongue.
Gina turned back to face the rest of the men in the bus. "I bet there's a lot of bootlickers on this bus," she said. Some of the more brave slaves scurried from their seats and started crawling down the aisle towards Gina. The Goddess chuckled as the first one reached the pointy toe of her Tony Lamas boot. The man eagerly licked the sharp western boot toe, tasting the black, smooth leather and the worn leather of the sole beneath. "Good little bootlickers get squashed too," she said as she rested that boot on the back of its heel, facing the sole towards the worshipping man. "Do you want to get squashed right now?" The slave moaned and started licking the worn sole. Gina shrunk him and quickly stomped the sole down on the floor, splattering the little man's body into red jelly. The next man in the crawling line wriggled helplessly at the sight of Gina twisting her boot from side to side into the floor, smearing the jelly under the sole. Gina then rested the boot on its heel again, but cocked to the side so the sole was at an angle, letting the wriggling man see the red splotch across the worn sole. She rolled her tongue in her mouth then smiled at the line of men on the floor. "I see a lot of jelly I can make," she said as she shrunk the entire line.
Gina knelt down on one knee and used one hand to gather up the little men and place them together in one area, about an inch in front of her boot toe. "All of you pray to the toe of this boot".
As she knelt there, a full-size slave sitting directly at her side was able to stare at the Goddess closely. His eyes were level with the shoulders of Gina's black leather jacket. He stared at the lapels of the jacket.
Then, Gina stood back up and raised her boot so that the heavy heel was hovering over the group of little men. "I think I'll mash all of you under my heel," she simply said as she lowered the heel enough that it rested on the quivering bodies. "I like making jelly," she said as she crushed the bodies slowly under the heel.
Meanwhile, the slave sitting in the seat was now eye-level with the side of Gina's jacket. He was staring at the welt pocket and the tie belt dangling by the side. His face was less than a foot from all of that buttersoft lambskin.
Gina lifted her heel up a little to see what she had made so far. There was a red splotch and a matching one under her boot-heel, but some of the bodies were only partially crushed. A few of the half-crushed bodies clung to the bottom of the heel, over the Tony Lama logo, dangling slightly like chewing gum. She jiggled her boot a little and giggled at the dangling goop.
Then she noticed the man sitting right next to her who was staring at the right-hand pocket iof her jacket. She glanced down at the pocket and smiled. "You see something you like, slave?"
"The pocket of your jacket, Goddess," stammered the slave.
Gina laughed and looked over at Maria, "The pocket of my jacket? What? Do you wanna go inside?"
The slave moaned and rubbed himself. "Please!" it begged.
Gina teased the man by running one finger along the lip of the pocket, caressing the buttersoft lambskin. She opened the pocket slightly. The man leaned forward and licked the soft leather, right near the opening. Gina bent down to touch the half-crushed bodies dangling from the bottom of her boot-heel, as the boot rested on its toe. She moaned as she ran her fingers over the wet little lumps. As the Goddess was bending down, the pocket worshipping slave kept kissing and licking the jacket pocket.
Gina stood back up and rested the boot on the seat next to the slave. "Look at what's stuck to my heel, slave," she ordered. The slave stopped praying to the pocket and looked to his side. He saw the boot heel being tilted towards him, and the globs of pink and red pulp clinging to the bottom. He could see the half-crushed men barely clinging to the heel. "You'll get to go in my pocket after you pray to that. Get close to it and look at it".
The slave lay on his side, facing the bottom of Gina's boot heel as the boot rested sideways on the seat. The man stared at the remains of the little slaves covering the heel. He could see a lot of red mush with some pink shapes mixed in, covering most of the Tony Lama logo. He saw a few half-squashed bodies, partly smeared in different places. A few little legs and arms dangled. Gina jiggled the heel and the man watched a strand of red jelly with pink clumps in it, dangle and start to drip.
Gina was laughing. "That's what little men look like, " she said as she let the slave sniff the gore-covered heel. "Do you still want to go inside my jacket pocket, or do you want to join those dead bodies under my heel?" The slave didn't know what he was supposed to say.
She teased him by running the belt from her jacket along the slave's cheek. The touch of the soft leather made the man groan helplessly as he stared at the mess on that heel. Gina whispered into his ear, "You want to be a dead, little smashed body, or do you want to live in my pocket?"
The slave was quivering with desire and confusion. Gina ran the tip of the belt over the slave's lips. The slave kissed the soft leather feverishly. The Goddess then rested the tip of the belt across the bottom of the heel, and smeared the clump of dead bodies a little. The slave could hear the sound of the jelly squishing around. Gina lifted the belt away and rubbed the tip across the slave's cheek again, letting him feel the slight moisture picked up from the mush. The bodies on the heel were a little more spread out now.
She leaned down and whispered in the slave's ear as she touched the belt against his lips. "Do you wanna die under my boot or in my jacket?" The poor slave squirmed helplessly. He didn't know where he wanted to go. Everywhere on the Goddess was perfect. Gina made it worse my sliding the heel closer to the man's face. The gore-covered heel was inches from the slave's lips. "I like the way they look crushed under that heel".
Maria looked down at the man licking the side of her boot heel. She tilted the heel on its side and looked at the bottom. The bottom of her heel was smooth, flat and shiny. "Ooh, I wanna have lots of little men squashed under my heel, too". Maria shrunk the heel-licker and quickly lowered her heel on top its tiny body. She smirked as she pressed the heel of her Aldo boot down, crushing the little man quickly. She immediately lifted her heel up and looked at the flattened glob of pulp stuck to the bottom. Maria glanced over at the three men sitting in the next row and shrunk them all. She reached over the back of the seats and scooped up the tiny slaves.
Maria methodically pressed the three wriggling slaves into the bottom of her heel, using her fingertip. She crushed them one by one, turning the bodies into wet globs. She liked the sickening sound the bodies made as they were squeezed flat against the hard leather.
Maria looked at her work so far. Four crushed shapes stuck to the bottom of the heel.
She wanted to have more there so she whistled to the men in the next few rows. The slaves scurried as fast as they could down the aisle, about eight of them. Maria shrunk them all as they got close and sat in one of the seats, dangling her heel over the group of now tiny men. They slaves stared up at the flat heel, seeing the dead bodies stuck there. "I want all of you flat and stuck to the bottom of this heel. Make your little prayers as you die," she ordered.
Maria slowly rested her chunky heel on top of the men, and smiled at the feeling of those squirming bits of flesh. She moaned as she pressed down lightly. "I just want you crushed a little. I want to see your bodies plastered all over the bottom of this heel".
She pressed down until she was sure all of the little men were squished, then lifted up her boot to examine the remains. Now most of the heel bottom was covered in crushed pulp. "Gina, let's compare our heels".
Maria rested the boot across her knee and let Gina see the bottom of the heel. Gina sat down and did the same for Maria. The man squirming across the seats who had been worshipping Gina's heel as well as pocket stayed squirming in confusion. He was now facing the Goddess' other pocket because she was sitting next to him.
The two women showed off the bottoms of their boot heels. Gina touched the crushed globs stuck to her heel with her fingers. Some of the crushed bodies were still dangling like strands of jelly. She delicately smeared the jelly around, covering the Tony Lama logo.
Maria's heel had the bodies more spread out, like separate pink clumps that contrasted starkly with the black leather. She touched one of the globs with her finger too, and pressed it enough to squish it more.
Gina looked to her side and saw the pocket-worshipping slave with his tongue hanging out. It still wanted to go inside that pocket! "Look at both of our heels, slave. Tell us which heel you like better"
The slave fell to the floor as the women dangled their boot heels over his desperate face. He looked back and forth at the two boot heels, each one with little dead bodies stuck to their bottoms. He slave cried out helplessly. The women laughed and lowered their heels so both of them were inches from the man's face. He could see every detail of the squashed bodies. The ones under Gina's western boot heel were mixed together more, making little streaks of red and pink jelly, some of the goo collecting in the Tony Lama logo. It was hard to identify the shapes of the men, but a few little arms and legs were visible. The globs under Maria's heel were more individual. It was easy to see how some of them used to be men. One of them was more flattened than the others. That was the one Maria had just pressed with her finger.
Gina laughed at the helpless slave, "Look at those dead little bodies under our heels. Which ones do you like best? Do you like the ones under my heel better?"
The slave squirmed, unable to answer. Maria inched her heel even closer to the man's face. "He likes the ones under my heel better, Gina. He likes those cute little squished people". The heel of the Aldo boot was less than an inch from the slave's lips.
Gina pushed Maria's heel to the side with her Tony Lama heel and positioned hers right in front of the slave's lips. "I think he likes my heel better. He wants to get pressed into the logo under my heel, and get mixed together with all of these dead slaves. Look at all of their smashed bodies. Don't they look nice all smeared together? Don't you want me to shrink you and squish you too? You can be spread out and smeared just like them".
The slave cried out and begged to be shrunk. "I worship both of your boot heels! I can't wait to be squashed!"
The women laughed. Maria prodded her heel forward again, shoving Gina's aside. "Aw, the little man is so confused. It's very simple. Do you want to be a crushed little glob like one of these, or do you want your guts spread out and mixed with other slaves?"
Then Gina's heel again, "Do you want die under the heel of her kneehigh boot or under my cowboy boot?" Gina ran her finger over the mass of crushed bodies, slowly mushing the jelly around over the Tony Lama stamp. "Here I can squish you into the stamp under my heel". She wiped some of the goo off, exposing more of the Tony Lama stamp. "Wouldn't you like to be pressed into that?"
The slave wriggled helplessly and begged to be shrunk. Gina pressed her heel against the man's lips, letting him lick the dead goo. "Clean some of it off first," she ordered. The man eagerly licked the crushed pulp form the bottom of the heel, cleaning more of the Tony Lama imprint. He swallowed the pulp and Gina laughed. Soon the heel was completely clean!
"Ooh, look. There are no more dead bodies on my heel," she said as she examined the heel for herself. Maria laughed and shoved her own heel into the slave's face. "Eat these ones, too", she commanded.
The slave eagerly licked up all of the small crushed bodies stuck to the heel and swallowed them. Both women were in hysterics. Their heels were both clean. Maria rubbed the smooth bottom of her heel across the slave's lips. "Which heel do you want to kill you?", the girl laughed.
The slave squirmed and jerked off, begging to be shrunk and squashed finally. He could not control himself and shots spurts of cum, calling out 'This heel! This heel!'
Maria laughed and shrunk the man, hovering her Aldo boot heel over the miniscule slave.
Gina shrunk a group of men in the next few rows and casually dropped them all into one pocket of her jacket. She went back to Maria and knelt down to look at the tiny man under her friend's heel. "See how slow you can squish it, Maria," suggested Gina.
Maria rested her heel on top of the tiny man, and gently pressed downward. The slave squirmed and begged as it became squeezed. It saw the giant face of Gina staring. Eventually, the black heel bottom became the only thing it could see. It screamed out to the Goddess Maria. Both women laughed at the muffled screams. Gina poked her fingertip under Maria's heel, touching the trapped slave. "He's still alive, Maria. I can feel him twitching". Gina prodded the little man and was amused at how soft it felt. "Wait, don't flatten it completely yet," she said as she pulled her finger back and fished around inside the pocket of her leather jacket. She pulled a few tiny men out of the pocket and dropped them all on the floor next to Maria's boot.
Gina prodded the tiny slaves, "Get under there, all of you.". She pushed the hesitant little men with her fingers, slipping them under Maria's heel. Maria was trying hard not to press down and squish the little men as her friend was sliding them under the chunky heel, but it was difficult. She tried to hold her heel steady, resting it ever-so-lightly on top of the group of tiny men. Eventually, there were about a dozen slaves trapped under the heel of Maria's Aldo boot.
Gina looked closely at the packed group of men she had made. "Now, Maria, squish them slowly. I want to see how they crush".
Maria closed her eyes and resting her heel a little heavier, feeling the soft bodies squirming underneath. Gina gasped with pleasure as she saw the heavy black heel with the little pink bodies twitching beneath. There was some red and pink goo starting to trickle out as the first bodies began to squeeze. "Aww, how does it feel, little men? Do you like being squished under a woman's boot heel?"
Maria moaned as she felt the little men being flattened as she stepped down. She looked down at her tall leather boot and mused at how easy it was to crush the little worshippers. She saw the goo trickling out from under her heel and felt a rush of passion.
"Lick my boot!" Maria called out blindly. A slave stumbled over on its knees, and eagerly started licking up and down the tall black leather shaft. Gina was amazed at how bold the slave had been and dug the toe of her cowboy boot into the man's face, forcing him to squirm sideways on the floor as he kept licking the shaft of Maria's boot. She pressed the flat sole of her boot on the man's cheek. "You like boots, do you?," she said as she pressed hard, twisting the sole from side to side. "I bet you can't wait to die under a boot..."
Maria looked down with half-closed eyes at her tall boot again. The man was trying to lick the shaft, but Gina was stepping on him, forcing him to the floor. The man was now licking the side of Maria's heel, the same heel with the dozen slaves being crushed underneath.
Maria couldn't help herself and pressed her heel down a little harder, squishing the bodies more, and sending a spurt of pink jelly outwards. The droplets of goo splattered onto the licking slave's face. Maria gasped with pleasure and stomped the heel down all the way, smashing the helpless bodies once and for all into a puddle of wet paste. Both women laughed as the licking slave moaned with the droplets of mush on its face. Maria twisted her heel from side to side, smearing the puddle of dead mush, then lifted her heel up to show off the strands of beading pulp, clinging to the underside of the heavy heel. Both women laughed again. Gina used her boot to shove the helpless man's face into the puddle. "See what happened to all of those men? Look what they are now," she said.
The slave begged for its life as it felt the moist puddle of dead pulp under its cheek. Maria hovered her Aldo boot over the man's face. The bottom of the heel was covered in more of the pink mush, some of it dripping. Maria pressed the dripping heel onto the man's other cheek. "I want this one to die even slower," the Goddess said. "Kiss the bottom of that heel, slave".
The man obeyed, kissing the mush-covered heel.