Realizing that making Ivy angry at that size would just be crazy. You decide to give into the plant villainess' demands rather than attempting to escape.
Sighing, you approach Poison Ivy's feet. "Ok," You tell her. "I'll do whatever you want."
Ivy smiles. "Good," She says. "Get started!"
You look at the huge bare feet in front of you deciding how to best continue the massage. The task looks exhausting. Ivy's feet are so large that it would probably take your entire body to massage her soles but you might be able to get away with just rubbing her toes if you do a really good job.
Ivy watches you with amusement as you decide what to do. Not wanting to keep her waiting you decide to carry out the massage by...
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