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College is hard when you are only 4 inches tall.
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Chapter #4

Helen wants a foot rub

    by: terrytaken Author IconMail Icon
Helen thinks about your offer for a few seconds. "You're so funny for offering your services.. But I won't deny free assistance. My feet have been aching lately, even at 2 inches you can probably give a decent massage." You didn't really know what to expect when offering Helen your services, but a job is a job, even if your not getting paid for it.

She grabs a book to read, chamomile body/massage oil, and heads back down to the basement with you. Helen places you on the floor and sits down, leaning against a couch. You look around, and realize the basement is actually a pretty cozy place. There's a flat-screen TV atop a fireplace TV stand, three burgundy leather couches, and a red and black carpet. Helen places a tiny bowl filled with massage oil beside you, and also a black yoga block for you to climb up on to get higher. She takes her socks off and places her feet in front of you. In comparison to your body they're massive, with the yoga block you can just about reach her before her toes. She scrunches her toes and flares them out before relaxing her feet.

"Really get in there, if you're body isn't sore by the end of this I'll feed you to Kristy." A chill goes down your spine for a split second. "Nah I'm just joking, but yeah do your best." You stretch a bit before engaging in this task, you look at her imposing feet and then Helen herself. She's a ginger with wavy red hair and a light amount of freckle around her nose and upper cheeks. Helen is wearing army green yoga pants, a cropped black tank top. She begins reading her book.

You did your arms into the chamomile scented massage oil and get to work on the heel of her left foot. You firmly push into her skin with what strength you can muster and rub her heels in circles clockwise. This definitely feels like a workout as you progress to a different section every 5 minutes. After firmly massaging her heel you redip into the oil and climb up onto the yoga block. This time you slowly push upward onto her foot and keep the same pace with each rep. You move from left to right, responding to what feels good for her and repeating those movements. Helen lets out a soft moan in satisfaction with your work. You take a peek at Helen in between her feet while still massaging, she's taking her free hand and slowly pressing it down outside her pants. She starts to massage herself, still reading her book (which appears to be a smut novel), and still enjoying your massage.

"Do my other foot now.." You step off the block and continue to oblige. Your muscles feel sore, but who are you to get in the way of Helen's time to unwind. You dip your whole body in the oil and massage her feet just like last time. This time you really put your whole self into it, pushing your chest and pelvis into her foot while massaging. "Maybe try..." Helen definitely wants something more. "God the worship of it all is like the cherry on top..." Helen moans again "Lick my feet, little man." Repeating the same massage movements that Helen has enjoyed so much, you start to lick her feet too. Your tongue glides upward in sync with your massage movements. There's no real taste to it other than a light sweat, and a residual chamomile taste from the oil. Helen continues to moan while you do this. You take a quick peek at her, she's set aside her book, masturbating intensively and experiencing complete ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, she bites her lip occasionally, but her mouth slightly gapes open. As you reach the top of her other foot, her moans grow louder. You lick her foot as if she were a goddess.

One final moan escapes Helen's, it lingers until it reaches a halt. Helen's chest relaxes, and her hand comes out from her yoga pants, which are soaked around her crotch. She takes some time to catch her breath. Finally, she pulls her feet away from you. Helen kneels down and leans over to you while your on the yoga block. She stares at your form intently.

"I think I found a new full time-job for you.

You have the following choices:

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1. Helen brings back upstairs

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2. Helen puts you in her panties

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3. Lisa comes down to the basement

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