Vicky The Babystomper

A cold chill would grip Timmy Turner anytime his parents told him they were leaving him with Vicky, whose cruelty only seemed to grow each time she came to babysit. For whatever reason though she seemed to be too bored to torment him much this time, only making him give her a foot massage before shooing him up to his room so she could watch tv. Emboldened by the lack of her usual viscous personality, Timmy decided it was a perfect chance to get some payback against his tormentor. He had seen her leave her purse next to the couch she was now lazing on, if he could get to her phone inside he could dig up all kinds of dirt on her. The only question was how to get it without being spotted by it's nearby owner. He considered wishing to be invisible at first, but he was worried she might bump into or trip over him. He opted for another form of stealth, wishing to be shrunken to the size of a bug so he could scurry across to the purse unseen. He also wished to be invulnerable in the unlucky scenario where Vicky stepped on him, and finally made his way across the living room floor at his new tiny size. Meanwhile upstairs, completely unknown to Timmy, Jorgen had just arrived and whisked Cosmo and Wanda away to be assigned to a new child. Wishing for invulnerability was actually against the rules, which meant both fairies now had to be reassigned without even a chance to say goodbye. Jorgen had intended to revert the wish while he was there, but since Timmy seemed to be absent he chose to wait until he was spotted again. 

Back downstairs, an oblivious Timmy was still chuckling to himself as he grew closer to his target. Suddenly though the so-far motionless Vicky jumped off of the couch, her booming steps shaking Timmy's world as she made her way towards the kitchen for a quick snack. Unfortunately Timmy was directly in her path, and could barely scream before her massive foot slammed ruthlessly down onto him, leaving him twitching and in pain on the hardwood floor. He was still trying to recover when the giantess paced back into the room, her sole slamming onto him once again, this time leaving him embedded in the sweaty ball of her giant foot. Vicky hopped back onto the couch, propping her bare feet on the coffee table as she munched down on chips and binged television. Over the next hour Timmy tried in vain to free himself, struggling with all his might but holding fast to the sticky flesh of his captor's sole. All his efforts only served to make Vicky feel a small itch every now and then, which scratching didn't seem to fix for long. Finally she grabbed her foot and brought it towards her, shocked at the sight of a tiny twerp stuck to it. Shocked at the impossible sight but her grin quickly growing at the implications, Vicky stood up and began stomping and grinding her foot with sadistic enthusiasm. Lifting her foot once more she was surprised again to see the bug-sized squirt still intact, but the durability of her new toy only brightened her mood more. Taunts and crushing weight were thrown onto Timmy in succession, his muffled shouts for help pointless with his fairies gone for good...