Special Delivery

10 minutes 4 seconds

Third Person (1:200)

Wardrobe: Top, Jean Shorts, Black Nylons, Sneakers

(Filmed meticulously to the below script with improv mixed throughout.)

Ashton arrives home, almost stepping on a package in her hallway. Picking it up, she wonders what the hell it is. Tearing it open, she finds a dozen tiny people inside.

WTF?

She realizes they're the latest idiots from the internet offering themselves to her as servants. Emptying them out into her hand, she eyes them closely, wondering if any of them are slave material. It's so hard to tell when they're that small!

Lowering them to the floor, Ashton towers above them like a Goddess. She can probably only keep one, so she'll likely have to “dispose” of the rest. She raps her sneakers off the floor a few times before sliding out of them and hovering her nylon soles above the tinies. She plays “Eeenie Meenie Minie Moe” before stomping down on several micro-guys.

Grinding them into the floor, she didn't think crushing them would be so enjoyable. Eager for more, she hovers her foot over the little losers, demanding they worship her. When they fail to satisfy her, she flattens even more into the floor.

With only one tiny left, Ashton picks him up and ponders what she should do with him.
He looks like he'd make for a good little slave, but maybe she should take him for a test drive.

She places him in her sneaker, then puts her shoes on slowly. Relishing the moment, she hopes he survives the crushing weight of her nylon sole.

The End

Third Person, Converse, Nylon Foot Crush, In-Shoe