PokeSquasher

The other day, I was hanging with my stoner friend David at his place. We were having some drinks and smoked while playing some video games that morning, until we both started getting competitive. After a close game, I managed to pull ahead in the end and win. “Damn it man, how do you make moves like that,” David asked me frustrated. Teasingly I look at his huge stompers propped up in front of him actually blocking the TV, “if you could see past your big ass feet in the way you probably might've won.” We both laughed before he punched me in the arm, “Whatever, I was hoping they'd distract you so I could win. I know you like them little buddy,” He shot back as my face got red with embarrassment. Flustered, I get up and use the restroom, but when I get into the restroom suddenly I feel nauseous as I fall to the floor and black out for a few seconds. I quickly come too on the bathroom floor, only everything is much bigger than before. Before I can even register what happened, David opens the door “Hey man, are you good-” he's cut off by a loud SQUELCH as he steps inside the bathroom. The sound being his foot flattenimg as miniature version of his friend. He lifts up his foot and sees I'm now flattened to it like a sticker. “Oops, sorry little buddy,” David says as he looks me over, a mischievous grin beginning to spread across his face. “I guess I let my big get in the way again.” He says with a chuckle before stepping back down on me. With me still stuck to his foot, he starts to walk to the door, each time he steps on me a new squish sound comes from my body, “We should go and enjoy the day.” He slips on his sock on over me, nonchalantly sealing me in my dark foot musk prison. David leans in “Let's see how you look when I get to the park,” with a Sadistic laugh before stomping down hard, my body responding with a pathetic but loud SQUELCH. I can feel David shudder with pleasure, before he starts the mile long walk to the nearby park. Making sure to take extra steps on me, grinding me flatter and flatter with each step. By time he sits down at the park and takes of his shoes and socks, I'm a paperthin sticker stuck to his foot. “Damn little buddy, not only do you feel great under my feet you look great too.” He says with sadistic pleasure, “I think I might keep you there for a little while longer, but first.” David quickly props up his phone and takes a picture of me stuck to his foot, flipping me off. “That way I can see what my foot has done to you without having to take off my shoes and socks.” He chuckles while I am so flat I can't even whimper.