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Chapter #7
Before you can make a move, Jen lays her hot fe...
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Before you can make your move, the writhing itching monsters in front of you made theirs.
WHAM
In an instant the girl's big size 15's stopped rubbing each other and came down flat on the tiny doctor's spread eagle form. The sweaty oversized soles of the young girl easily covered his puny body and instantly started to rub him roughly between the bottom of her right foot and the surface of the table. The wide sweaty soles of the girl slowly and deliberately slid back and forth across the surface of the table, leaving a foggy foot shaped print as they withdrew and slid mercilessly over your body. If the girl felt the tiny doctor shaped lump sliding back and forth against her weary foot it made no difference to her besides feeling a little better, she wanted to cool her hot tired feet off by rubbing them on top of the doctor's little table.
Jen sighed in relief as the overcooked bottoms of her poor aching feet were cooled rapidly by the smooth top of the little footstool. "Yeah, he's gonna work his way all over these feet with those hands of his, and he's gonna get deep into those annoying spots too. I can feel them aching after walking all the way here in sandals." With that thought she started rubbing her hot aching feet a little harder into the Doc's table, eager to massage and soothe her tired soles.
Underneath the darkness of her massive feet there was no relief. The doctor was barely living and breathing underneath the constant heat and friction of Jen's gargantuan sweaty soles. Her entire right foot was rubbing back and forth over your tattered uniform from her rough heel all the way to the sweaty and stifling ball of her foot. The sweat coated your body in an instant, and you were now totally soaked as every inch of her right foot rubbed against you. This continued for awhile, with you hearing the occasional moan or angry mutter from your bratty oversized patient until both her feet stopped all at once and the ball of her right foot came to lay firmly on your chest with your head poking out under the canopy of her toes. Bright fluorescent light filtered through the gaps of her massive toes, giving you a dim view of their shape and underside. Had she felt you down here? The ball of her foot started to rub slowly against your body in short circles, and she seemed to ponder something as she starts to drum her toes rhythmically above your head while audibly moaning in deliberation.
Has she finally discovered her puny bug sized doctor? Or...
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