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The crowd roars as Dorian finishes My Agenda, and the dancers on stage spray them with water. They reacted sensually to the water, gasping as if surprised that they were suddenly soaked. The fans screamed and jumped. “Thank you so much everyone!!” Dorian said, blowing kisses out into the audience.
Then, the unexpected happened. Dorian suddenly grew in size. “Oh no,” they joked, grinning, “Looks like there was something in the water…” They giggled, continuing to grow to a massive size. They loomed over the audience, continually getting taller and taller, giggling cutely. Their clothes grew with them, their boots as well. Their boots took up the entire stage, and they had to crouch to not hit their head on the ceiling.
The rest of the fans went running and screaming away, but all you could do was stare in awe. When Dorian looked down at you, your heart skipped a beat. They grinned mischievously, and raised their boot above you.
“Look at you!” They teased, “You're so tiny and pathetic!!”
You blushed furiously.
“Cute,” they reacted. “I wonder how cute you would be as a stain on the ground.” They slowly lowered the massive boot, forcing you to fall to the ground on your back to avoid being crushed.
When the boot gently made contact with your chest and you could feel the cold ground beneath your back increasing pressure, a small moan escaped your mouth.
“Oh!! The little tiny one wants to be crushed!!” They added a little bit more pressure, and you groaned again. “Tell me how bad you want to be crushed under my feet,” Dorian cooed.
“D-Dorian-” you croaked out. “Please, crush me-” You squirmed under their boot, groaning.
They smiled their perfect smile. “Pathetic,” they said, pressing down on your frail body.
You felt the pain in your ribs as they broke one by one from the pressure, your guts being squished. You squeezed out another moan and a small squirm before your body gave in. Your vision slowly turned black as the hollow pain filled you. The last thing you saw was a pleased Dorian smiling down at you.