She dropped him down to the floor. He was unharmed, of course, but was completely unprepared for what came next. Iris's dusty boot crashed down upon him, stamping him into the floor. She repeatedly dropped her foot onto him, covering the shrunken man in dirt and dust. He shut his eyes to shield them and braces for each time she crushed him. Finally, the foot lifted off and didn't return. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at himself. Iris boomed overhead.
"I hope you like your new form, perv." She smiled innocently at him, fully aware that it was a facade.
"Ha, ha, Iris, flattening me. That's hilarious." Ralph groaned.
"Oh, no, you thought that was it?" Iris giggled a bit. "No, Ralph, you're not getting off the hook that easily." She reached down with two massive fingers and pinched Ralph, pulling him off the floor with a wet smack. He desperately tried to reform himself, but he was far too tuckered out after the constant stamping.
Ralph tried to look at his surroundings but everything blurred as Iris moved him around. He could see that he was still in the Cortex, and that he was behind the desks, and that he was being moved towards a red object. What--
"You're going to do great, Ralph." Iris pressed Ralph into something. Something stiff and slightly warm. He looked around as much as he could in his current state/ The sides of whatever structure he's in curved up above him. There was an arch running above him, shielding his eyes from the piercing lights overhead. His other senses returned slowly and he could smell a faint odor. It was... oily. A little off-putting. He sniffed deeply and his nose was assaulted slightly by a penetrating smell. He gasped.
"Congratulations!" Iris's voice carried somewhere ahead. "You are now the 'sole' proprietor of Caitlin's high heel!"
He shook his head rapidly. "That--"
He was stopped short. What happened?
1. Caitlin walks into the Cortex, her feet sore. She's leaving for the day and is looking for her heels.
2. Iris thinks for a moment. She decides to pull Ralph out of the shoe and stuff him down into her own boots.
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