0.000n
The scale beneath Mathew was reset after he was put to rest atop the cold surface. It sent chills up his tiny spine as he lay there, his body quaking with anticipation as to what was going to happen next. Lilith was incredibly calculating to him it seemed, he was nothing more than a test subject after she had discovered him lurking about her labs. Now, she was testing something that she was curious about with his tiny and frail form - It's durability. The little one seemed to be cooperative to her, not struggling much as he was handled in a rather rough manner before being set on the scale.
She slipped her shoes off and set them aside, flexing her toes behind the nylon as she held a clipboard in one hand, and a pen in the other to record the results. The little one swallowed deeply as her foot lifted over him, the scent from her shoes lofting over his tiny form causing that ever-so-familliar tinge of pleasure to slide up his spine. At this point in time the pain was something he was getting used to, it was the pleasure he was after at this point. The pure thrill of lustful adrenaline rush that came from feeling what he was about to feel, experiencing what he was about to experience. Simply put, there was no reason for him to run because he wanted this.
She gently rested her foot atop him and the scale, feeling his tiny body through the nylon that coated her soles. Mathew whimpered and let out a light moan, not moving an inch as to avoid throwing off her experiment as the scale reset beneath him once more.
0.001n it said, bouncing between it and 0.000n every so often. Lilith was incredibly still, incredibly precise.
25.004n, the scale bounced up slightly as weight began to push down on him. Mathew whimpered again in pleasure as the warmth from her foot surrounded him. The humidity even began to warm the scale beneath his back as he lay there waiting for the inevitable. The weight was enough for breathing to become quite difficult, his body quaking beneath her sole as the smell of her foot filled his lungs. His tiny eyes rolled back into his head as his face was forced to the side, his glasses creaking under the pressure.
32.008n, the scale bounced up more as his chest began to push down into his body. He felt his form begin to flatten out, his skeleton expanding outward as it creaked in pain. Breathing became nearly impossible as his lungs began to burn, his body pinned now beneath the sole of Lilith's foot as she experimented on him. He felt his hips begin to bow outward, his chest begin to fall in and his organs searching for a place to exist as their space began to compress rather quickly.
40.095n, the scale said, and his tiny body began to collapse. Lilith didn't say a word as she felt him begin to pop and compress, his body giving way beneath the ball of her foot as she sat on her chair. Gently she began to scribble bits and notes on her paperwork, looking to her clipboard as she kept such a steady and careful pressure on her little subject. Mathew's mouth was forced open as he felt his glasses pop off his face, his skull beginning to stretch out beneath the pressure as a mixture of pleasure and pain swam through his body.
48.022n, the scale read, and just as it reached that one mark the scale reached it's conclusion on its own. "Peak!" It read, flashing a little sign promoting Lility to write down that number on her paperwork. Mathew's body collapsed entirely, his insides forced their way out of his hips in a single 'pop' as his skull collapsed. The contents of his tiny mind spewed out the back of his head as every exposed and unclothed bit of his form was reduced to a stringy, bloody mass. Lilith moved her clipboard out of the way, looking down to her foot as she slowly lifted it off of Mathew. Strings of blood came with her nylons as she examined the flattened carcass on the pressure pad, his mouth open and tongue pressed clean out of his lips unnaturally