Without further hesitation, you quickly move in the direction of the tigress, moving across a long distance due to your small figure. During this time, she takes a seat nearby closer to you to eat her meal. She's dressed in a pair of gray and worn pants as well as a black and tight fitting sports bra. Her movements are swift but relaxed.
When you reach her table, the tigress' overwhelmingly huge paw is tapping the ground as her large leg towers over you, reminding you of your own micro-sized stature. You deduce that she's wearing earbuds and any sort of yelling wouldn't get her attention.
You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage, and decide to try a more unconventional approach. With a quick leap, you spring onto the tigress' paw and cling onto the top of it, hoping that the movement will be enough to make her notice you.
To your surprise, she doesn't seem to notice your presence at all. In fact, she continues to tap her paw rhythmically on the ground, completely unaware of your precarious position. You begin to wonder if she can even feel you there. Her attention is seemingly elsewhere and you feel your body get thrown up and down.
Your grip loosens and your fear spikes as you feel yourself fall. You close your eyes, bracing for impact as you plummet towards the ground. But much to your surprise, your body doesn't hurt nearly as much as you expected it to. You open your eyes to find yourself staring up at the tigress' paw, coming down onto your body at full speed.
The paw lands on you, hard enough to knock the breath out of you. You try cough struggling to catch your breath as the tigress drops her law on you again. And again. And again. She continues to tap her paw on the ground, oblivious to the fact that you're trapped underneath.
The experience becomes more painful as beads of sweat begin to gather and are pressed against your face. More often than not, you accidently get a mouthful of sweat when trying to breath in between the foot falls. And, on top of all of this, her paw looks and smells like it hasn't been cleaned in a while, so the tigress' grime rubs onto your body. After a period of time, the combination of sweat and grime occasionally makes your body stick to the roof of her paw and crushed as it falls.
After what feels like an eternity, she finally stops tapping. You lie there, winded and aching, but the paw pad is still flat on your body. The tigress' earbuds are still in as she get's up from the table, having finished her meal.
She pauses for a moment, seemingly unaware of the weight that still presses down on you. She takes a step forward, then another, and you feel a twinge of annoyance at yourself for getting into this situation again.
Her pace quickens as she approaches a particularly busy intersection. The sound of horns honking and engines revving fill the air as cars and motorcycles alike jostle for position. The tigress weaves through the chaos, her powerful legs making a strong and firm press against your body as more sweat drips down.
The tigress enters her house and immediately lays down on her couch, looking up at the roof. You get a sense of relief since your finally not being pressed against the hard ground, but you're still sticking to her paw pad.
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