The squeak of a new leather sole on the cold concrete basement floor. That's what the noise was, and there looming over Matt and Brett was some middle aged dude in a suit.
"Interesting wishes. My wand granted them, now I'm here to collect the price. You must be Martin's kid Matt, when I sensed my wand being used I expected to find him here. You and your buddy are unexpected treats. These new shoes are killing my feet. A couple new insoles would really fit my need...any volunteers?" the man said setting his shoe in front of the six inch boys.
"Ew! I never made any wishes, I'm not getting in there!" said Brett defiantly, "Now turn me back."
"Tch, tch. Didn't read the instructions did you, Matt?" he glared at tiny Matt.
"Well, it wasn't all legible...oooooh," Matt said as the giant flattened him shook him and slipped him into the shoe. His foot quickly followed.
"Aaaaah, that's better. Now for you, into the shoe with you!"
"No, I --whoooooa!" Brett is hoisted into the air and unceremonially stuffed in the shoe, and the man's smelly stocking foot follows.
The man chuckles as he walks around on his new living insoles. "Well, what they don't know, won't hurt me. Hehe."
"Ahem," said an ominous voice from the shadows, "We do know."
"Well, I gave his father legible instructions, and if he or the father damaged them, I'm not at fault. In fact, if the wand had been a gun that I made, the father would be liable for leaving it where his son could find it. Not me!" He stamped his foot, Matt oozed between his toes. Matt had mixed feelings, it was horrible, but the whole scene was terribly erotic. The sensations were incredible.
"You know you cannot keep them. I'll have to file a report..."
"Well, I know sometimes paperwork can take a while to process, and sometimes reports can get lost, if.."
"Are you trying to bribe me?"
"Why what makes you ask that?"
"Well, if you are you're lousy at it..."