I slipped off one of my heels.
“…my foot masseur!”
I lifted the now naked foot up to Rachel’s face, making her heart race as it was the size of Rachel’s entire body. My one single foot now rivaled her in size making me feel even more powerful.
She made a run for it, suddenly scooting off to the side and ran, but her strides were tiny and mine were so wide.
In her tracks, her desperate escape was halted, as my bare foot, now as long as Rachel’s entire body, slammed on her nude back and leveled her down to the floor where she was pinned down from the sheer weight of my mighty mommy trotter.
It felt good having that little, naked bimbo beneath my sole, feeling her squeezed more as I playfully added and withdrew weight, as if I was playing with a squeaky toy. Also seeing the huge power I wielded over her as my foot alone could crush her now, how humiliating it must be too, laying below my dirty, sweaty foot, that had gotten foul and stinky from all the walking I had been doing all day.
She whimpered with her head beneath my fat, plump toes, giving her another squeeze so her bimbo tits got pressed even more against the floor as she pleaded for her life.
“No running away from your responsibilities, Rachel! From now on you will be massaging and cleaning your boss’ enormous feet, or else I will shrink down to a tiny, microscopic speck! And then you can live the rest of your life as foot gunk between my huge, world-size toes!”
It was then done.
Rachel would wash and lick my feet as I sat in my office chair working. My bare feet, sticking underneath the desk, resting on a soft foot chair in front of me with sobbing, little Rachel treating and caring for my huge stompers. Massaging the wrinkles, licking the dirt and sweat off my soles and getting between my lovely toes, doing her best to please me.
By the end of it Rachel reeked of my foot odor, and needed a wash of her own, as my own feet now sparkled clean from her work.