Scott decided that his best option would be to head for her feet. Sarah was right there and he needed to get her attention. He ran over to her flip flop and pulled himself up. He walked over and reached out to touch one of her toes but she moved her foot. With the ground under him moving, Scott lost his balance. He fell towards her toes and rolled between them. He was now standing in the gap between two of Sarah’s toes. He placed his hands out on either side, holding onto her toes to keep him from falling further as she walked.
“WHAT A JERK!” Sarah yelled from above. “I TELL HIM TO GO TO MY PLACE AND HE DOESN’T SHOW UP! THEN HE WON’T ANSWER HIS PHONE! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!”
Scott could tell Sarah was in one of her moods. It was never good for Scott whenever she got into one of these moods because he could never win an argument. Not with Sarah and that was at normal size. Now he was shrunk and needed her help more than ever.
Scott looked up from his position at the giantess’ feet. He couldn’t see her face. It was hidden behind her big breasts. He could see up her dress and could see her lacy underwear. It was a sight that could spark arousal in any man under different circumstances but the situation was too dire for Scott to think of such things.
“Sarah! Sarah!” he yelled but it was useless. He was just too small to be heard.
Sarah began to move again and Scott’s world began to shake.
“Sarah, NO!”
She was still fuming mad and was letting it be known as she stomped angrily around her flat. Each time she slammed her foot down her toes squished together. The toe flesh on each side spread out and wrapped around Scott’s body, pressing firmly.
“Sarah, please STOP!” Scott yelled out in vain.
As she lifted her foot, the toe flesh retreated and so it was. Each time she put her foot down, Scott got crushed and each time she lifted it up the pressure released…over and Over and OVER again!
“AFTER ALL I DO FOR HIM HE WON’T DO ONE LITTLE THING…THIS ONE LITTLE THING FOR ME!” Sarah muttered to herself as she angrily paced the floor of her flat.
Scott couldn’t believe what she had just said. It has always been him doing all the sacrificing in the relationship. He had always been the one giving and she was the one receiving but that is how she always is when she’s in one of her moods. There’s no way to reason with her.
Sarah stopped. Placing her hand on her curvy hip she said “THAT’S MEN FOR YOU!”
This was Scott’s chance to get out from between her toes. He could try to climb up her leg. It wouldn’t be easy, especially if she kept storming around the room like she had been. He could jump off the flip flop but he’d be on the floor and could risk getting crushed if Sarah continued to stomp around.
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