You've been forced to do so many horrible things so far, being able to massage Josh's feet for him without being trapped underneath them or squashed under a giant shoe seems like a privilege.
You run right over to the closest upturned sole, ignoring the stiff pain engulfing your body, and dig your knuckles into the ball of the fleshy sole. Josh reacts immediately, groaning with pleasure. "Ohhh, that's sooo good. I knew any pet of Brendon's wouldn't have the backbone to disappoint me.." You anxiously go on pleasing your master, even thought the skin you're pushing your tiny body up against smells so pungently foul that it stings your eyes.
You hug the huge foot, pushing yourself into the warm sole, sliding against the sweaty surface and feeling the firm muscle being worked under the skin. By the time both feet have been fully serviced, the stench of your owner's feet takes up your entire sense of smell - You can't even remember what it's like to breathe fresh air. All you can think of is how important it is that you make your master happy, and you feel oddly accepting of your new position as Josh's little pet.
You look up after the massage, and see that Josh has fallen asleep, his arms resting behind his head. With his intense features softened by sleep, the giant has never looked so peaceful or gentle.
A little alarmed at being left to your own devices, you're not sure what to do next. It's almost like you've allowed yourself to be re-programmed, and you're lost without a command from your owner.
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