The Interrogation
by Mrthatoneidiotguy

The tiny man awoke, his heart pounding so loudly he swore it could be heard from across the room. As he observed the building he was in, he found to his horror that he had been shrank down to the size of a mouse. He stood atop a normal sized desk that seemed like a mountain to him. He peered over the edge of this desk, feeling like he was gazing into the abyss of the Grand Canyon. The floor seemed so far away. How did he get into this perdicament? And how would he get out?

In a flash, the man recalled all of the events that had occured up to this moment. He had made a deal with a particularly shady woman in a back alley of New York city, being promised that if he helped her escape the city without the authorities seeing her that he would be rewarded with a handsome sum of money. He had been assured that he would receive no less than one million dollars for successfully driving the woman through the several police barricades that had been popping up with odd frequency.

In retrospect, the man realized that the police barricades had probably been erected in order to capture this very woman. He had helped a felon escape the long arm of the law, and he feared that this was somehow connected to his sudden shrinking. He wondered if his punishment was to spend the rest of his life at this size.

Suddenly, a ghostly image of the woman who he had helped escape the city appeared before him upon the table. Her visage was scaled down appropriately to his size. She smiled at him with a toothy grin, her front teeth missing completely. The others seemed to be rotted out.

"Thank you for helping me escape, my dearie". She said with a cackle. "You know, you'd make a pretty good minion one day. In fact, would you like to be re-hired?"

The man wasn't buying any of what the woman was selling. "Listen." He said in a commanding voice. "I want to know why I'm so small. Where am I? Who are you? Why did you want me to escort you out of the city? What's going to happen to me?"

The woman grinned, a festive twinkle lighting up in her eye. She clearly enjoyed what she was about to say, and savored the moment before giving her bad news.

"Well, I suppose I do owe you an explanation. I did induct you as one of my official minions, however."

"No, you did not, but go on."

"Well. I inducted you like I do all of my minions! I promise you lots of money, you help me do something I need, I screw you over and you end up taking the fall for all of it! All of that blame, right on your head!"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's simple. The authorities wanted me due to my... unsightly... habit of casting dark magic upon their townsfolk. Missing people don't just dissapear into thin air by themselves, you know! I make them dissapear with my spells!"

"You're insane!"

"Don't beleive me? Why would all of the authorities put so much effort into the capture of a frail old woman such as myself? How could you possibly have shrank down to the size of a bug without some sort of magical assistance? And finally, if I'm not a witch, then how can I do this?"

As she said, "This", the woman waved her hand into the air. The small man felt an immense pressure upon his mouth, and his lips slammed shut together. He felt an invisible chain bind his mouth shut, and heard the sound of a lock being closed with a key.

The man tried to speak, but his mouth had been sewn shut by some sort of magic. All that came out was muffled gibberish and inaudible mutterings.

"You're hilarious, dearie! Say hello to my speechless magic! It's part two of my master plan."

"Mmmaefeaninvoijaeioj?" The man tried to ask, lacking the ability to speak due to the magic.

"I'm guessing you just asked what the master plan was. Since you are about to die, I suppose I shall reveal it to you before I make my departure. Simply put, I needed a way out of the city, you had a pretty nice car and were dumb enough to accept my sinister offer. Once you helped me escape the boundaries of this city, I temporarily mind controlled you. Shrinking you down with my spell, I led you right to the authorities' doorstep and deposited you into their clutches. In a few moments, the interrogator of supernatural affairs will be walking through that door and using all sorts of brutal techniques to get you to talk. After all, it's not torture if no one ever hears about it. The best part is, you can't say a word! I hope you enjoy receiving the full force of whatever pain and punishment this interrogator can dish out!"

With that, the witch cackled and her visage dissapeared into thin air in a wisp of smoke. The tiny and speechless man grasped at the air where she had vanished in a vain attempt to get her to stay, but found himself hugging only the air in front of him.

There was a very brief moment of silence that occupied the room before it was broken by the loud sound of a doorknob turning. The door to the room was flung open with such force that it slammed into the wall with a loud, "BANG!"

The man jumped at the loud noise and turned towards the door. In the doorway leading into the room stood the interrogator. Surprisingly, it was a slim and small-bodied woman. She was only a little bit over five feet tall. Her auburn-red hair flowed down to about her shoulders, parted at her ears. She had orange freckles all about her face in a way that didn't intrude upon her beauty.

The interrogator had a body that was slim, but plump in the right places. Her rear end in specific almost bulged out of the skin-tight denim blue jeans that she wore. These casual pants were complimented with an even more casual shirt - a plain black, short-sleeved t-shirt that read, "NYPD".

The interrogator looked like any average woman. She was rather young, and, if the circumstances had been different, the tiny man probably would have found himself admiring her nice body and prettiness. However, her presence scared him. She was absolutely massive compared to him.

The girl slammed the door shut, locking it multiple times with a series of increasingly complex passcode systems. This room was clearly very top secret. Upon double-checking that the door could not be open, she slowly turned around to face the tiny many on the table. She swept her hair backwards with her hand, smiling amiably at him.

"Hello there." She said, her voice soft and feminine. "My name is Ellen Lang, and I'm afraid that I'm an interrogator of the supernatural for the New York Police Department. That doesn't bode well for you, little guy."

The man tried to express in words that the whole event was a large misunderstanding, but his lips were still tightly bound by the malicious spell.

"Now then, this process is either going to be very easy and very simple, or very difficult and very complex. It looks like your friend the witch was kind enough to shrink you before skipping town. She probably assumed that you would get stepped on or ran over, and that her problems would have ended there. What luck would it be, then, that you actually ended up on our front porch? That NYPD would like to welcome you to our little slice of heaven. Or hell, if you're not cooperative. Now then, I'm going to begin this interrogation by asking for you name."

The small man tried to respond with, "David", but his muffled words sounded only like, "mmrpciaocs."

Ellen leaned in further. "I'm sorry, I didn't happen to catch that."

The man tried to speak again, but failed once more.

"Ohhh." Ellen said, smiling as she folded her arms. "It looks like we've got an uncooperative one. My favorite."

The man attemped to protest this, pledging his allegience to the police department and declaring that he would tell the whole truth. However, the evil spell that had been put upon him hindered him from getting his point across.

"You know, you're not too smart, little guy." Ellen said, pacing about in front of the desk like a teacher as she spoke. "What you don't realize is that you're really, really, really small. I just so happen to be really, really, really... average sized. But to you, I'm really, really, really, big. You get where I'm going with this, pipsqueak? I'm bigger than you. Much bigger than you. The amount of pain I can dish out upon your tiny little body is unbeleivable. I'm already got ideas forming in my head."

The man continued to try with futility to agree with his large captor, but failed to as he always did and always would.

Ellen reached down onto the table, flicking the little man over with her finger. She giggled as he stumbled backwards onto the table. She pinched the back of his little shirt and picked him up inbetween her index finger and thumb. She brought him right in front of her mouth.

"Listen to me verrrry carefully." She said to the man in a whisper, her breath feeling like a massive, peppermint-scented wind to his tiny frame. "I'm going to ask you one more time. What is your name? It's a simple question. If you answer correctly, we get to go on with the interview. If you answer incorrectly, terrible things happen to you. Which will you choose?"

The man flailed about with his usual attempt to speak. He was not surprised when he found himself unable to do so.

"Alright, looks like we're doing this the hard way." Ellen smiled. "I like the hard way."

With that, she let go of him. He descended quickly towards the earth, the ground getting closer and closer until...

SPLAT!

The little man landed upon his back, his entire body flattening into a goopy mush upon the floor. He looked like a small square of muffin batter that had been dropped. The small puddle of goop that the fall had turned him into still comically had his face plastered across it.

Ellen folded arms and tapped her foot. She wore bright blue sandals. In one quick, deliberate movement she hovered her foot over the little puddle of mush and stepped down upon it, squelching the little man on the bottom of her sandal. The center of the puddle, including the man's face, dissapeared beneath her.

Ellen smiled as she grinded her foot back and forth on top of the little man, the squishy sound of his body being squelched sounding like silly putty.

Ellen lifted her foot up into the air, admiring what it revealed. The small puddle of good now had a big sandal marking across its anguished face. She giggled.

"Alright, little pipsqueak. You've got another chance. Say your name, or the next punishment will be worse."

The man tried, but to no avail.

"Good, I was hoping you woulnd't say that. Looks like I get to play with you a little bit more."

Ellen scooped the puddle of a man into her hands and placed it in a cup. She set the glass down on the desk beside her and sat down on a chair. She reached down and removed a blue sandal from one of her feet, rubbing the sole a little as she did so.

Ellen placed her bare foot up on the desk, pressing it up against the glass in which the liquified man was contained. His face observed her sole with horror.

"You see this, little guy? Do you know what this is?"

No response.

"Didn't think so. Don't worry, though, you're about to find out. This is my foot. It's tired, a little sweaty, pretty stinky, and in desperate need of a massage. And frankly, these sandals just aren't getting the job done when it comes to being squishy and comfy on the bottom of my feet. Think you can solve that problem?"

"MMMMPH! MMMPH!" The man tried to speak out, begging the interrogator to stop. The malicious magic prevented him from doing so, however. He was trapped inside a confined space where he could not escape, both metaphorically and literally.

Ellen placed her blue sandal upon the table and held the glass in her hand. She poured the liquified man upon its sole, the mushy figure spreading out until it had occupied the top part of the shoe entirely. Ellen admired her handiwork, looking upon the shoe. It appeared like its top half had been painted skin-color, and that someone had drawn a scared face upon its surface.

"Oooh, perfect." Ellen said. "Your face will be right where the center of my foot goes. I've got a particularly bad itch there, maybe your mushy little facial features will scratch it. Let's find out."

With that, she placed the sandal down upon the floor. Slowly sliding her foot inward, she hovered the sole above the little man as she wriggled her toes into place. Then, all at once, she slowly lowered her foot down on top of the sandal, the entire little mushed sandal-man being covered by it at once.

Ellen moaned with pleasure as she wriggled her foot around to get a little bit more comfortable. "It's kind of like stepping on a waterbed." She observed aloud. "Really squishy and mushy. How are you liking it down there?"

"MMMMPH!!!!"

"I hope you don't mind the sweatiness. I'm sorry if it smells bad, too."

After savoring a moment of victory, Ellen stood up and began to walk around the room. Each step with her flip-flops made a loud squishing sound from the mushy and liquidy figure being pressed underneath her sole.

Ellen took a few moments to get some chores done about the room. She cleaned a little with a broom, made herself a sandwich and enjoyed eating it while pacing about the room, and she even did a few excercises with a jump rope. With each bouncing footstep she took the little man was pressed even further and further into her sole, and she squashed her poor captive even more and more. His muffled cries for help could not be heard.

After deciding that this interogation method was getting boring, Ellen sat back down upon a chair and slid her sandal off. The stinky smell of sweat immediately made its presence known in the room, and Ellen had to pinch her nose shut as she observed her victim. The little man's body had solidified into a flat but squishy substance from the long period of being jammed beneath the girl's foot, and he did not look particularly pleased about where he had just spent the last hour. A face of wretched disgust and unimaginable anguish was etched onto the blue sandal.

Ellen peeled the flat but solid man off of the surface where her foot had just been. She picked up the glass where she had once contained him in his liquid form and turned it upside down, placing him inside of it. She peered into the little glass, her large hazel eyes appearing like those of a demon to the little man looking out at her.

"So, you going to answer any questions yet, or do I have to keep doing this to you?"

The man did not even attempt to respond. He was dejected and defeated, beginning to realise at this point that he had no hope of winning the battle against his spell of silence.

"No? So I get to torture you more, then? Huh. You're oddly resilient. I can't beleive you're still up and kickin'. But I appreciate it, I've never been able to interrogate someone with methods as interesting as these before. It's an interesting learning experience. I've even got some ideas cooked up for you, too! Want to hear them?"

The man did not respond.

"Well, I'm thinking one of four options. I can squish you inbetween my boobs, use you as my personal whoopie cushion and smush you, I can shove you down the back of my panties, or I could let you go home and forget this ever happened. Which one do you think?"

The man frantically tried to respond with, "B!", but as always the words failed to flow to his mouth. He ended up tapping the glass with a red face, appearing like he was trying to scream something aloud but failing to do so.

"What's that? You want me to do ALL of those things? EXCEPT let you go? Are you sure about that?"

The man attempted to scream at the top of his lungs, objecting harshly to what Ellen had just said.

"Alright, good to see you're excited! Which should I start with first?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Good idea! I've got two boobs who would like to speak with you."

Ellen lifted the glass off the little man, plucking him up by the collar of his shirt and hoisting him up to eye level. She tugged her shirt and bra outwards with her hand, creating a little opening in which she could drop the little man. She plopped him down in her bra, sandwitched inbetween her breasts and snapped her shirt and bra back into position. The man was trapped.

Ellen grasped each boob with one hand and smooshed them together, flattening the man inbetween then as she did so. She pressed his small body flat inbetween her plump breasts, rubbing them together to great effects. She admired the crackling, squelching sound that came from the small and rubbery body being crushed upon her chest.

Ellen smiled as she removed the man from her bra, holding him up before her and examining him like a boy scout would examine a metal.

After a moment of admiring her accomplishment, Ellen brought the man close to her mouth. She pressed her lips up against him and blew, the air from her mouth rushing into his. Ellen blew the man up like an inflatable, his body ballooning upwards and growing larger and larger as it filled with air. Soon he was about the size of an average whoopie cushion.

Ellen laid down her homemade human whoopie cushion upon a chair. She turned her rear end towards the man, displaying her bum. Her jeans clung tightly to the plump behind, making it looks very large. The man would have found it extremely attractive if it were not about to squish him into oblivion.

"Pancake time." Ellen said sensually as she slowly as down upon the chair. She heard a noticable and loud, "Prrrrrrt" sound from the man's body deflating as her rear pressed down upon him. He was making for an excellent whoopie cushion. The interrogator's bum continued to slowly deflate the man until he had reached maximum flatness, at which point his body was smothered underneath of Ellen. She wriggled her butt about on top of the completely flat man, and bounced up and down lightly to make his life even more of a living hell.

"You liking it down there?"

"MMMMMMPH!"

"Maybe if you answered my questions once in a while you wouldn't be getting a facefull of my butt!"

"MMMMPH!"

"What's that? You think you're ready to tell me what you know?"

"MMMPH!"

Ellen, interpreting these muffled moans of displeasure as the small man's white flag, peeled her butt off the chair. She raised her but upward to the side so that it still cast a shadow upon the little man, but was not sitting down upon him.

The little man stood up, his flat body reinflating as he did so.

"Alright, pipsqueak. This is your last chance to tell me what you know. If you don't start talking right now, your punishment will be severe. I've been saving my worst for last."

The man decided to use all of the strength he had left in his body to try and call out, breaking the spell and being able to communicate with his captor. He drew in a heaving breath through his nostrils, puffed out his chest, and prepared to bellow out the information with a roar that would shatter his oral chains.

What actually came out was, "Mmmhhmphmhmhpmhpmhpmhpmh."

The man's face turned a pale white, beginning to realize that no power in the world would break this spell. He soon feared that he would be like this forever. He tried again, and again, and again, and again, and AGAIN to speak aloud, each attempt resulting in muffled cries.

"Alright. I'm going to start sitting back down again. If you haven't told me everything by the time it sits down, then... welll... you're squashed."

Ellen begen to slowly plop her butt downard onto the seat again, lowering it slowly. The man tried again and again to scream out the words he had in his head, each attempt being more and more futile. Literally throwing himself out of breath in his attempts to scream outwards, he was running out of energy quickly. He had only one yell left in him.

With all of the force in his body, as the looming rear end drew nearer and nearer towards his small frame, the man summoned an audible wave of sound so powerful that it shattered the chains minding his mouth shut. Out came the glorious word that he had wanted to say all day.

"STOP!"

The word reverberated around the room, the small man's vocal chords producing an unbeleivable loud sound as he called outwards.

Ellen stopped the descent of her butt, keeping it hovering just above the tiny man. Though nervous about the shadow it cast over him, the man's hopes had been regained by his ability to speak.

"Did you just... speak?"

"Yes! Yes I did!" The small man cried aloud. "My name is David Thomas, and I am ready to answer your questions! The wicked witch had me under a spell that sealed my lips shut, a spell that I could not break! But now, with my willpower, I have broken free of that wretched curse and am able to tell you all of the details of what happened yesterday!"

Ellen looked down upon the little man with a gaze of dissapointment. "Okay... I guess... I guess we can do the interview."

"Yes! Let us begin!"

"Alright. You assisted a witch in escaping the city of new york yesterday, knowing that you were helping her escape the authorities. Is this true?"

"Yes!"

"You agreed with this conductor of black magic on a deal that would net you a considerable sum of cash, is this correct?"

"Yes!"

"And, your worst offense of all, you assisted Leo, the six-armed witch of the West, in his quest to rid the world of all birds! Is this correct?"

"Ye... wait... what? HE? LEO? BIRDS?" The man was truly baffled.

Ellen was just as confused. "Wait... who did you assist again?" She asked, putting her finger to her lip.

"I helped the old toothless witch who lived in the alleyway on Grand Street." David replied.

"Oh... HER?" Ellen asked. "She's harmless! She just casts petty spells to get passerby to pay her money. We don't even have a criminal record on her, she's a harmless and law abiding citizen!"

"Oh... well... I didn't know that."

"Yeah. She's a little crazy. She enjoys running from the authorities from time to time for some reason."

"Oh dear.... where does this leave us?" Questioned the small man.

"Welllll.... I supppoossseee this meannnns..." Ellen smiled, looking down at the little man.

"What?"

"Well, we don't need anything from you anymore."

"So I can go home?!"

Ellen grinned. "Maaaybe tomorrow. For now, I want to finish the fun that I started having. I beleive I promised you whoopie cushion dutie and some quality time in my panties?"

"No, this is wrong! This is wrong! You're breaking your police code! You cold, insensitive, b..."

David was unable to finish his sentence. Ellen plopped her rear down upon the chair, once again squashing her personal cushion beneath her plump butt. She smiled as she wriggled it back and forth atop the little man.

"Remember how I said I was saving the best for last? I mean that metaphorically and literally. Here's what I've been holding in to give to you."

A loud fart erupted across the room, the stench of Ellen's rear end blasting itself into the flattened face of Dave. He was covered in the rancid gas, his face pressed up against the butt from which it came.

"Oooh, gassy." Ellen said aloud. "That was a bad one. A REALLY bad one. But no worries, I've got another coming."

A lighter, squeakier fart squeezed out from inbetween Ellen's buttcheeks. She moaned with pleasure as the stink was blasted onto the body of her little victim.

"Squishy!" She exclaimed aloud as she sploshed her butt left and right, shifting her weight around and wriggling her cheeks atop the chair and her whoopie cushion.

"Kind of ironic that the farting comes from me and not my little cushion. But it's okay. I can share."

"Ppppprrrrrt!" Went Ellen's rear end.

"Mmmmph!" Went Dave.

Ellen stood up, smiling as she did so. She looked down at the smelly, smushed, flattened, and smothered body of her new whoopie cushion.

"Please! Stop! I'll do anything!"

"Oh, I'll stop." Ellen smiled. "You can go home."

"Thank you! Thank you so m..."

"Tomorrow, that is."

"No! Please! You're sick, you conniving, evil, c..."

The man was once again cut off and unable to speak. Ellen grabbed his body in her hand, grasping him tightly and squishing him a little in the hard grip of her hand. She pulled open her pants and underwear just like she did to her shirt and bra earlier and deposited the man into her panties. She snapped he clothing back into place, the man being pressed tightly against her rear end.

Ellen used her index finger to wedge the little man into her buttcrack, making sure that his face was thoroughly smashed inbetween her buttcheeks before letting out a fart that pierced the air with uncanny force. She laughed and moaned at the screams of Dave, and pressed him deeper and deeper into her rear end with her hand. She grabbed her buttcheeks with both hands and kneaded them, squishing Dave inbetween them.

After she had been satisfied with playing with the little man, she sat down upon her chair to fill out the paperwork regarding the interview. Dave was smushed beneath her bare buttcheeks, sandwitched inbetween her butt and her panties. He tried to call out, but his voice was muffled. This time by the bare bum of Ellen.

"I hope you like it in there." She called out to the man being smothered beneath her. "Because that's where you're gonna be until tomorrow!".