Taking one deep, apple scented breath, you run forward to smash all of your weight into the mighty toes of the Giantess sitting casually before you. Her skin is soft and is still slightly moist from her lotion, and you bounce off of them quickly. You crash to the floor and watch as the toes lift and flex before you, as if laughing at your pathetic attempt to gain their notice. You feel even smaller now, unable to even get her toes to notice you. You wonder briefly how it is that you came to be here, tiny and insignifiant at the feet of this large woman, but you put it out of your head. Only she can help you now, you reason.
You run forward again, this time slapping your open palms against the flesh of her big toe. "Hey! Please! I'm down here! Help me!" You cry.
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