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This is the end of a much longer story I never bothered to write any of the rest of wonkily adapted into a caption

Derrick squirmed hard against the tape that pinned him in place, but it was hopeless. He had no idea how he had gotten there, nor when he had shrunk, but from the acrid smell of black rubber and his limited view of the concrete driveway beneath him it didn’t take long to realise with gut-wrenching horror that he was taped to a car tire.
Just as he started up another bout of frantic struggling voices approached, and suddenly two pairs of shoes entered his line of sight; a set of shiny black men’s work shoes, and next to them a pair of heels Derrick recognised with shock as belonging to his own wife, her otherwise bare legs stretching up out of view.

- Jayden what’s going on?

- I told you it’s a surprise! Look, down here…

- My car? What are we doing…

The two figures crouched down on their haunches, and Derrick found himself staring with wide-eyed terror first into the enormous face of his wife, and-

- …oh my God… Jayden!

Both the tiny and normal sized man recognised each the other at the exact same moment, just as Jayden had hoped they would. She giggled and smirked at her immobilised, miniaturized husband, whose already terrified expression paled in dismay. He was looking right at his smug bastard of a boss, Chris, who stared back in equal incredulity, and not a little amusement.

- Holy shit!
the gigantic and terribly familiar face exclaimed, Chris' laughter echoing out into undercarriage of the car.
- No fucking way!

- Yes fucking way.
Jayden said smugly,
- Say hello to my husband, Derrick. Derrick, I'm sure you recognise Chris, AKA the guy who has been fucking me for months while you slaved away like a loser making him his money!

Chris' face was screwed up, partly in disgust at the sight of the tiny, taped-down little worm, wriggling now in impotent fury at the revelation of his wife's cruel betrayal, and partly in sheer unrestrained hilarity.

- Fuck, I knew you were going to do it but- is that tape?
- Fuck yeah it is
- And with my car as well? That’s just sadistic…
- Yep, this is how your dutiful little employee is going to die. Squished beneath his boss’s car tire!
Chris laughed menacingly as Derrick squirmed and groaned before them.

- Can he hear us, like, properly? Gotta say my goodbyes, right?
- Sure he can, let him have it
Jayden said with a grin, pleased that her lover was enjoying this opportunity to ridicule her sucker of a husband right before his sticky end. Looking back over at Derrick Jayden realised he had at some point begun to sob, his chest visibly heaving beneath the silver tape. He was about to die, horribly and humiliatingly, there was nothing to could do to stop it, and Jayden was positively loving every second.

- Hey, buddy!
Chris said with a mocking smile and a little wave at his ex-employee,
- Just wanted to say thanks for all the 'hard work' over the years. You know it's the little guys like you that really help bolster out my fucking bank account!
Jayden tittered her lover's cruelty.
- But really, sounds like your wife -slash- my fuck toy here really can't wait to end you, so before she does I just want to let you know one little thing...
Jayden gasped as she realised Chris’ nasty train of thought.
- Oh! Ohhh, fuck yeah!
she exclaimed with glee,
- Tell him!

As Derrick watched through miserable, bloodshot eyes, his evil bastard of a boss leant right in under the car, grinning at him as he spoke slowly and quietly.
- I was the one who suggested to Jayden that she get rid of you.
Derrick, mouth hanging open in horror, clamped his teary eyes shut and shook his head, wishing he could cover his ears as well.
- Oh yeah, it's true. Sorry pal. I even hooked her up with the shrinking serum. I didn’t think she’d get it done around to offing you quite so soon, and not like this either, but I thought you deserved to know that I'm as much the reason you're about to die as she is.
Chris smiled proudly, flashing two rows of bright-white perfect teeth at Derrick, who looked just about ready to scream in hatred and frustration.
- Just something to chew on before you get turned into paste when I drive over you, K?

- Oh, and not for nothing,
Jayden said Chris leaned back,
- But, in case you were wondering: yeah, he is bigger than you, even before you were like /that/.
Chris and Jayden both laughed
- Ouch, that has to be pretty emasculating huh buddy?
- Oh my God,
Jayden said with yet another sudden realisation,
- I had totally forgotten, he used to say that all the fucking time! That working under you was “emasculating”
- Ha! No shit?
- Yeah he said it made him feel “small”! That being bossed around by a younger, taller, more attractive man was “humiliating”!
Jayden turned her attention back to Derrick, grinning venomously.
- And now you have him to thank for how you’re about to die, oh that is too perfect!

- Oh, and, you want to know something super funny? While we're on the subject of just how much I'm enjoying this? As and when we choose to end you, me and Chris are going to take a drive downtown to collect on your life insurance, then we’re going to spend it all on a month long holiday together. So your miserable, pathetic death is for a good cause after all!
- Yeah, maybe you can take some consolation in that huh little guy?
Chris’ smirk made Derrick’s blood boil and he fought and shrieked into his gag, howling in torment at the bastard who had stolen his wife and was about to mush him into paste.

- What’s the matter Derrick, you look like you’ve got something to say about that?
Jayden said cocking her head derisively at her insignificant soon-to-be ex-husband. Derrick, broken and humiliated beyond measure, could only stare imploringly at his giant wife, his gagged mouth working in mute and stupid dismay. This was for Jayden the most satisfying individual moment of his torment and execution; watching her pathetic tiny husband whimper and moan, her crushing victory over him utterly gratifying.
-Nothing? Good
Jayden said curtly as she reached over and with one finger pushed on the edges of the tape around Derrick’s body, ensuring they wouldn't budge.
- Now, don't you go anywhere! Me and Chris are going to go inside and uhh…
The couple shot a quick, wry look at each other
- Get ourselves ‘ready to go’. I figure it’s going to take us easily an hour...
Jayden gave Derrick one final gloating grin, reached over and with her manicured fingernail tapped his tiny forehead, knocking it painfully back into the hard rubber tire.
-Try not to think about how you’re going to die soon while you wait for us! Bye!
- See you soon, loser.

Derrick could only whine impotently as his wife stood up on her heels and walked back inside with Chris. She left him there, pinned against the hot, reeking black rubber that would soon be flattening him face first into the concrete driveway, wanting him to have ample time to stew in utter frustration and misery.

Despite the hopelessness of his predicament Derrick was determined to escape. He had no way of judging the passage of time to know when Jayden’s sadistic, arbitrary time limit would be up, but the moment she was out of sight he began to struggle with desperate and frantic energy beneath the strip of tape. He strained his arms, groaning and gritting his teeth until his face turned red, then blue, pushing up hard until he felt his shoulders would dislocate in endless, useless failed attempts to get any kind of leverage under the sticky plastic.
After what could have been thirty minutes, or two hours, with his back scraping constantly against the rough tire, Derrick's co-ordinated escape attempts had devolved into pathetic, animalistic thrashing and moaning, none of which had budged him even the tiniest millimetre by the time he heard the distant front door click open once more. Derrick let out a long nervous whine, tears flowing readily down his cheeks as another pair of similarly familiar heels clacked into line of sight and stopped before the car.
Straining his neck Derrick was able to see Chris walk past her, and it was with gut-wrenching bitterness that he realised that that son of a bitch was the one getting into the driver’s seat. Derrick opened his mouth to shriek into his gag for mercy just as the engine roared into life, loud enough to near burst his eardrums as everything around him began to shudder horribly.
On some cue from Chris Jayden crouched down in front of the bumper once more. She fiddled with a phone in one hand, not even looking up her tiny husband as he squealed inaudibly. After a moment she pointed the phone’s camera at him and raised her voice so he could he could hear her over the din of the engine.

- Your boss wants a recording of you getting splattered, so smile for the camera, bitch!
Once she ensured the doomed cuckold was in frame and focus Jayden reached up with her spare hand and patted the hood twice. The engine revved deafeningly and after a second Chris dropped the hand break with a thunk. Derrick thrashed in unfathomable terror as the car juddered and dropped slightly, the wheels rolling back half an inch before Chris caught it, gently balancing the clutch and accelerator, wanting to edge forward as slowly as possible.
-Bye, fucker!
Jayden crooned with delight, watching her phone screen intently as she stuck the middle finger of her left hand up at Derrick.

Derrick gawped abject horror as his entire world rolled nauseatingly forwards and down, the mottled concrete ground rising up gradually to meet him. His little arms and legs kicked frantically, and he twisted his head back up and away, clenching his eyes shut. Derrick managed one final pathetic inaudible squeal as the driveway collided comically with his upturned face, the downward pull of the tire as it turned actually dragging his tiny wriggling body in under itself, sucking him in beneath and grinding and consuming and obliterating him in an instant with a barely audible crunch and a little spurt of blood. Chris, in the driver’s seat, didn’t even feel a bump.
After letting the car sit on top of Derrick’s remains for a moment Chris reversed fractionally, just so that Jayden could get the ‘moneyshot’: a long fat oval of black-red gore, smearing up off the driveway, tendrils of mashed tissue and viscera pulling taught and ropey between the concrete and the gently rolling tire, snapping in strands like chewing gum as their organic tensile limit was reached.

- Fuck yeah! That was the shit, I fucking got it!'
Jayden yelled over the roar of the engine, hopping back up and saving the video as she climbed in the passenger side door. She handed Chris his phone back, kissing him passionately on the neck and giggling as he replayed the video for himself.

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This is the end of a much longer story I never bothered to write any of the rest of wonkily adapted into a caption

Derrick squirmed hard against the tape that pinned him in place, but it was hopeless. He had no idea how he had gotten there, nor when he had shrunk, but from the acrid smell of black rubber and his limited view of the concrete driveway beneath him it didn’t take long to realise with gut-wrenching horror that he was taped to a car tire.
Just as he started up another bout of frantic struggling voices approached, and suddenly two pairs of shoes entered his line of sight; a set of shiny black men’s work shoes, and next to them a pair of heels Derrick recognised with shock as belonging to his own wife, her otherwise bare legs stretching up out of view.

- Jayden what’s going on?

- I told you it’s a surprise! Look, down here…

- My car? What are we doing…

The two figures crouched down on their haunches, and Derrick found himself staring with wide-eyed terror first into the enormous face of his wife, and-

- …oh my God… Jayden!

Both the tiny and normal sized man recognised each the other at the exact same moment, just as Jayden had hoped they would. She giggled and smirked at her immobilised, miniaturized husband, whose already terrified expression paled in dismay. He was looking right at his smug bastard of a boss, Chris, who stared back in equal incredulity, and not a little amusement.

- Holy shit!
the gigantic and terribly familiar face exclaimed, Chris' laughter echoing out into undercarriage of the car.
- No fucking way!

- Yes fucking way.
Jayden said smugly,
- Say hello to my husband, Derrick. Derrick, I'm sure you recognise Chris, AKA the guy who has been fucking me for months while you slaved away like a loser making him his money!

Chris' face was screwed up, partly in disgust at the sight of the tiny, taped-down little worm, wriggling now in impotent fury at the revelation of his wife's cruel betrayal, and partly in sheer unrestrained hilarity.

- Fuck, I knew you were going to do it but- is that tape?
- Fuck yeah it is
- And with my car as well? That’s just sadistic…
- Yep, this is how your dutiful little employee is going to die. Squished beneath his boss’s car tire!
Chris laughed menacingly as Derrick squirmed and groaned before them.

- Can he hear us, like, properly? Gotta say my goodbyes, right?
- Sure he can, let him have it
Jayden said with a grin, pleased that her lover was enjoying this opportunity to ridicule her sucker of a husband right before his sticky end. Looking back over at Derrick Jayden realised he had at some point begun to sob, his chest visibly heaving beneath the silver tape. He was about to die, horribly and humiliatingly, there was nothing to could do to stop it, and Jayden was positively loving every second.

- Hey, buddy!
Chris said with a mocking smile and a little wave at his ex-employee,
- Just wanted to say thanks for all the 'hard work' over the years. You know it's the little guys like you that really help bolster out my fucking bank account!
Jayden tittered her lover's cruelty.
- But really, sounds like your wife -slash- my fuck toy here really can't wait to end you, so before she does I just want to let you know one little thing...
Jayden gasped as she realised Chris’ nasty train of thought.
- Oh! Ohhh, fuck yeah!
she exclaimed with glee,
- Tell him!

As Derrick watched through miserable, bloodshot eyes, his evil bastard of a boss leant right in under the car, grinning at him as he spoke slowly and quietly.
- I was the one who suggested to Jayden that she get rid of you.
Derrick, mouth hanging open in horror, clamped his teary eyes shut and shook his head, wishing he could cover his ears as well.
- Oh yeah, it's true. Sorry pal. I even hooked her up with the shrinking serum. I didn’t think she’d get it done around to offing you quite so soon, and not like this either, but I thought you deserved to know that I'm as much the reason you're about to die as she is.
Chris smiled proudly, flashing two rows of bright-white perfect teeth at Derrick, who looked just about ready to scream in hatred and frustration.
- Just something to chew on before you get turned into paste when I drive over you, K?

- Oh, and not for nothing,
Jayden said Chris leaned back,
- But, in case you were wondering: yeah, he is bigger than you, even before you were like /that/.
Chris and Jayden both laughed
- Ouch, that has to be pretty emasculating huh buddy?
- Oh my God,
Jayden said with yet another sudden realisation,
- I had totally forgotten, he used to say that all the fucking time! That working under you was “emasculating”
- Ha! No shit?
- Yeah he said it made him feel “small”! That being bossed around by a younger, taller, more attractive man was “humiliating”!
Jayden turned her attention back to Derrick, grinning venomously.
- And now you have him to thank for how you’re about to die, oh that is too perfect!

- Oh, and, you want to know something super funny? While we're on the subject of just how much I'm enjoying this? As and when we choose to end you, me and Chris are going to take a drive downtown to collect on your life insurance, then we’re going to spend it all on a month long holiday together. So your miserable, pathetic death is for a good cause after all!
- Yeah, maybe you can take some consolation in that huh little guy?
Chris’ smirk made Derrick’s blood boil and he fought and shrieked into his gag, howling in torment at the bastard who had stolen his wife and was about to mush him into paste.

- What’s the matter Derrick, you look like you’ve got something to say about that?
Jayden said cocking her head derisively at her insignificant soon-to-be ex-husband. Derrick, broken and humiliated beyond measure, could only stare imploringly at his giant wife, his gagged mouth working in mute and stupid dismay. This was for Jayden the most satisfying individual moment of his torment and execution; watching her pathetic tiny husband whimper and moan, her crushing victory over him utterly gratifying.
-Nothing? Good
Jayden said curtly as she reached over and with one finger pushed on the edges of the tape around Derrick’s body, ensuring they wouldn't budge.
- Now, don't you go anywhere! Me and Chris are going to go inside and uhh…
The couple shot a quick, wry look at each other
- Get ourselves ‘ready to go’. I figure it’s going to take us easily an hour...
Jayden gave Derrick one final gloating grin, reached over and with her manicured fingernail tapped his tiny forehead, knocking it painfully back into the hard rubber tire.
-Try not to think about how you’re going to die soon while you wait for us! Bye!
- See you soon, loser.

Derrick could only whine impotently as his wife stood up on her heels and walked back inside with Chris. She left him there, pinned against the hot, reeking black rubber that would soon be flattening him face first into the concrete driveway, wanting him to have ample time to stew in utter frustration and misery.

Despite the hopelessness of his predicament Derrick was determined to escape. He had no way of judging the passage of time to know when Jayden’s sadistic, arbitrary time limit would be up, but the moment she was out of sight he began to struggle with desperate and frantic energy beneath the strip of tape. He strained his arms, groaning and gritting his teeth until his face turned red, then blue, pushing up hard until he felt his shoulders would dislocate in endless, useless failed attempts to get any kind of leverage under the sticky plastic.
After what could have been thirty minutes, or two hours, with his back scraping constantly against the rough tire, Derrick's co-ordinated escape attempts had devolved into pathetic, animalistic thrashing and moaning, none of which had budged him even the tiniest millimetre by the time he heard the distant front door click open once more. Derrick let out a long nervous whine, tears flowing readily down his cheeks as another pair of similarly familiar heels clacked into line of sight and stopped before the car.
Straining his neck Derrick was able to see Chris walk past her, and it was with gut-wrenching bitterness that he realised that that son of a bitch was the one getting into the driver’s seat. Derrick opened his mouth to shriek into his gag for mercy just as the engine roared into life, loud enough to near burst his eardrums as everything around him began to shudder horribly.
On some cue from Chris Jayden crouched down in front of the bumper once more. She fiddled with a phone in one hand, not even looking up her tiny husband as he squealed inaudibly. After a moment she pointed the phone’s camera at him and raised her voice so he could he could hear her over the din of the engine.

- Your boss wants a recording of you getting splattered, so smile for the camera, bitch!
Once she ensured the doomed cuckold was in frame and focus Jayden reached up with her spare hand and patted the hood twice. The engine revved deafeningly and after a second Chris dropped the hand break with a thunk. Derrick thrashed in unfathomable terror as the car juddered and dropped slightly, the wheels rolling back half an inch before Chris caught it, gently balancing the clutch and accelerator, wanting to edge forward as slowly as possible.
-Bye, fucker!
Jayden crooned with delight, watching her phone screen intently as she stuck the middle finger of her left hand up at Derrick.

Derrick gawped abject horror as his entire world rolled nauseatingly forwards and down, the mottled concrete ground rising up gradually to meet him. His little arms and legs kicked frantically, and he twisted his head back up and away, clenching his eyes shut. Derrick managed one final pathetic inaudible squeal as the driveway collided comically with his upturned face, the downward pull of the tire as it turned actually dragging his tiny wriggling body in under itself, sucking him in beneath and grinding and consuming and obliterating him in an instant with a barely audible crunch and a little spurt of blood. Chris, in the driver’s seat, didn’t even feel a bump.
After letting the car sit on top of Derrick’s remains for a moment Chris reversed fractionally, just so that Jayden could get the ‘moneyshot’: a long fat oval of black-red gore, smearing up off the driveway, tendrils of mashed tissue and viscera pulling taught and ropey between the concrete and the gently rolling tire, snapping in strands like chewing gum as their organic tensile limit was reached.

- Fuck yeah! That was the shit, I fucking got it!'
Jayden yelled over the roar of the engine, hopping back up and saving the video as she climbed in the passenger side door. She handed Chris his phone back, kissing him passionately on the neck and giggling as he replayed the video for himself.