The door opens, you both turn to see Bloom enter the room.
"Hey Tecna can I borrow your..." Whatever Bloom was going to say dies when she sees your tiny form at Tecna's feet.
"Hey Bloom." Tecna greeted.
"What happened?" Bloom asked pointed towards you.
"Don't know yet, somehow a virus did this to him...but never mind that, he was about to give me a foot massage, care to join me?" Tecna offered, Bloom looked contemplative for a minute.
"Sure, after all how many times can you receive a foot massage from a tiny man?" Bloom laughed as she sat on Tecna's bed and set about removing her shoes, Tecna turned back to you.
So about that massage?" Tecna says as she kicks off her own shoes, the stench of her sweaty bare feet hit you like a tsunami, you stumble back and land on your behind, Tecna simply extends her sweaty foot and presses down on you, your head peaking out between her toes, she squeezed them together, trapping your head.
"Well?" Tecna questions, you glance at Bloom to see her watching eagerly, waiting for her turn with you, you look back at Techna to see a sexual glint in her eyes.
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