Stephanie's Big Secret - Last Chapter

At some point around dinner time, music was still going on strong and the girls needed a break. The drugs were wearing out and they were exhausted. They still wanted to dance when their favorite DJ would come up later after dinner. They walked out and got something to eat from a food truck, then, they picnic on a hill looking over the stage and the crowd.

“Whew, that was awesome!” said Christine.

“It’s not over yet!” said Cindy. “Buy the way, it’s my turn to wear Steph in my shoe” she said, looking at Kim.

“Oh! Right! I totally forgot she was in there.” Said Kim, slowly untying the laces of her shoe. She pulled it off her foot and looked inside. Stephanie’s body was there, limp, half conscious. “Damn, the girl is still alive.” She added.

“Don’t kill her before it’s my turn!” said Christine.

“Can’t guarantee that.” Said Cindy who just removed her lighted sole shoe. Like before, they dumped Stephanie in the new shoe by just tilting the sneaker upside down. The tiny body fell into the new shoe and Cindy smiled. “Hey Steph, can you hear me?” said Cindy looking inside her smelly half sweat soaked shoe. “Stephanie?” there was no answer. The tiny girl squirmed into fetal position. “I think she’s crying.”

“Aww… bouhou…” said Christine. “Hey, remember, she loves it. She’s a foot fetish freak.”

“I know, but, maybe we’re going too hard on her.” Said Cindy.

“If you don’t want her, just say it.” Added Christine, impatient to get trample and crush her tiny best friend.

“That’s not what I said.” Exclaimed Cindy.

“Then put your god damn shoe on and crush her. Why do you suddenly care?” said Jade, while eating.

Cindy looked down at the tiny crying girl inside her shoe. She titled the shoe forward and saw Stephanie tumble down on the insole until she disappeared into the toe section. She then slipped her foot inside her shoe, her sports sock brushing against the insides of the shoe until her foot was completely inside and she tied up the laces. She didn’t feel right about this, but social pressure got her, and, feeling the tiny girl under her socked toes made her feel powerful and she got her nerves back.

The girls didn’t talk about Stephanie again much. They finished eating and walked down the hill towards the dancing mob. The pyrotechnic show was on. They decided to go in the mush pit to get a feel of the crowd and they resumed dancing like mad. Mostly jumping up and down.

Inside Cindy’s shoe. Stephanie was overwhelmed and crushed into the spongy insole. Every step, Cindy’s shoe’s sole lights would flicker. The party was on hard. Stephanie tried to breathe, but she couldn’t do so much. She had been crying a lot, she had no more energy left in her minuscule body. While she did enjoy the way Cindy’s foot smelled, she was sweating badly. The whole shoe prison was hot and humid with foot sweat and the sock above her was soggy. Stephanie felt the heavy weight of indifference trampling her over and over and over again.

She… Inhaled. The booming music, the constant pounding, the mercilessness, it all faded away. Stephanie was losing consciousness again. This time tho, she inhaled, and she smiled. She closed her eyes in the darkness of the well worn dance shoes she’s seen her friend wear a lot of times. She was losing it again, transported into a fluffy world. Up there in the early evening, the electronic house music was going at full bpm. The ground was just trampled mud. The festival was going strong and 4 friends were having a blast. They were totally having a good time. But they used to be 5.

“Wake up!” said a booming voice. It was Christine’s. “Steph, wake up!” the voice said again. “Damn, you really did a number on her Cin.” She was holding the tiny girl in her hands. The girls had walked away from the main crowd to make the final and last tiny girl in shoe exchange. It was Christine’s turn.

“Like I care…” said Cindy, putting her shoes back on. The lights’ batteries had gone out of juice.

“Come on Chris…” said Jade. “Let’s go back!”

Christine looked at her white muddy Nike air max 90, then back at the tiny human form in the palm of her hand. She was high on drugs.

“Christine…” said Stephanie with a weak voice. Christine couldn’t ear, in fact the girl was so small she could barely see her. But she could see her stir.

“Ah… there you are…!” said Christine. “Just in time for my turn!”

“Please….no….” said Stephanie.

She lowered the tiny girl but instead of removing her shoe, she just pushed the tiny body along the inside of her socked foot and into the shoe. She pushed down with her index finger until the tiny Stephanie has been successfully delivered safely inside the sneaker, under her arch. Christine pulled her now moist finger out of her own shoe and grimaced.

“Let’s go! I don’t wanna miss the next song!” said Jade. Girls grouped up and dove into the mush pit for the finale part of this electronic concert.

Stephanie felt safe inside Christine’s shoe. She felt like finally she was with the one and only person she could still trust a bit, after all what happened. She smelled her exhausted foot, that had been dancing all day long and had sweated over and over again. The shoe was warm, comforting. The sock and the spongy insole were damp with sweat and actually cozy. Christine’s dancing was different, the pounding felt more soft, the trampling and crushing felt it was purposeful. Suddenly, a very calm sensation took Stephanie over. She felt she was at her rightful place, under the feet that started it all. The fetish. After all, it was all her fault. Not only she was happy to be in Christine’s shoe, but she was feeling home.

“Come on Chris….is this all you got?” She screamed inside the shoe. The booming music was just burying any other sound. “Come on!” she screamed again, inside her shoe, with the tiny breathes she could muster. “Dance on me…” she said, this time lower, like if talking to herself. “That’s it….dance… have fun… crush me….” She would then say.

At this point Stephanie had lost her mind completely. Her inner flow of thoughts was dictated by the bpms of the loud music, and the moves of this goddess dancing on her. She had completely lost the ability to use her mind. “Dance on me…” she whispered to herself between stomps. “Make me smell your feet.” She said. “Do it… again… force me…. Force me please…”

Christine too, had lost her mind. She was into the music like one. She danced like if there was no tomorrow. But something made her dance even more, something tiny, inside her shoe, was actually making this whole experience a lot more devilish. She knew her best friend had been tortured all day long and that was now tortured by her. It was her turn, and there was no way she wasn’t going to give all she got.

Stephanie crawled deeper into the shoe. She still had strength to put herself in the worse of situations. She used every fraction of seconds between stomps to pull herself on the insole and crawl her way into the depths. It was especially hard for her to get any progress down when she reached the ball of Christine’s foot. She knew that beyond that would be more safe, under her toes. She just got suck there tho, Christine was jumping up and down and Stephanie was being crushed considerably hard. Christine knew it, she could feel her down there, and she jumped and stomped harder following the music’s crescendo.

Stephanie died. Actually she gave up. She had no more strength. She succumbed under her friend’s jumps. She died inside her sneaker.

…

The 4 girls reunited completely exhausted at the rental spot. They found a crushed little human body, in a bloody mess staining the insole of Christine’s sneaker. They swore a pact not to ever tell anyone what happened. They invented a lie about losing Stephanie in the crowd and never seeing her again. They even fake cried at a memorial event with Stephanie’s mourning family. They never talked about the truth of what happened. The truth… of Stephanie’s big secret.

The end.