“What?” Tyler asked confused, not sure if Avery was joking or not with what she was asking him to do for her.
“You heard me, I’m gonna put you down and you’re going to rub my feet.” Avery confirmed, holding Tyler confidently in front of her chest.
“Avery, you can’t be serious. What could I possibly do at this size?” he asked, making a fair point. But Avery didn’t care, she wanted to make a point to Tyler stating that she was large and in charge.
“I don’t know, why don’t we find out.” Avery teased, leaning down and placing her hand a few inches above the coffee table. She then released her grip on Tyler, allowing him to fall onto the flat wooden surface as she continued to tower over him making no attempt to hide her black panties from her tiny step-brother.
“Now, let get these boots off.” Avery giggled, knowing full well that the next few minutes were something that Tyler would never be able to either enjoy or forget.
Meanwhile on the coffee table Tyler watch powerlessly as Avery sat down on the couch, unbuttoning her tall black boots. The sound of each snap echoing in his eardrums as he recalled how bad Avery’s feet smelled on occasion. In fact they were so bad that only Stan their talking dog liked the smell.
“Ahh, that’s so much better! They were practically melting inside of my boots.” Avery giggled, raising her bare feet over the coffee table, wiggling her toes in delight. However for Tyler this sight was anything but delightful as she came to the harsh realization that Avery wasn’t wearing socks inside her boots, meaning the sweat and stench of her feet would be even worse than usual.
“Now…” Avery paused, slamming her right barefoot down on the coffee table in front of Tyler. The force of which was more or less equal to an earthquake as the table shook from the impact, only to be followed by a second strike from her left barefoot, knocking Tyler onto his ass below her towering feet. “...start rubbing!” Avery commanded, finishing her statement from earlier, flexing her toes as she awaited her massage.
The power she had over him at his current size was too great, he knew she could crush him at her lesser and decided that it was best he comply with her demands until he could think of a way out of this mess. He staggered to his feet, looking up at the towering walls of flesh before him. Still he was unsure as to how Avery expected him to rub her feet like this, he simply approached her heel. Thinking he could start small and try to work his way up from there.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Tyler said to himself as he pushed his palms against Avery’s heel, doing his best to rub them in a circular motion. The slick sweat dripping down her feet from her soles and toes actually aiding him in his attempt to rub her feet.
“Hmm, I’m impressed. That actually doesn’t feel half bad, keep that up and I might have a few uses for you at this size.” Avery teased, upholding Tyler’s belief that the giantess blonde had no intentions of helping him return to normal size.
Nevertheless Tyler continued rubbing her feet, fearful of what might happen if he suddenly stopped. Avery might get so pissed at him that she’d make good on her threat from earlier and stomp on him. As much as he hated rubbing her feet, he was sure he’d hate being crushed underneath them even more.
“That’s a good little bug, put some muscle into it.” Avery giggled, looking down at tyler between her feet. She’d never before felt such power and control over another human being, she hadn’t even meant to call Tyler a bug. It just slipped out because at this size he simply reminded her of one, scurrying beneath her feet in fear of being squashed. Logically speaking there was little difference between Tyler and a common insect, except for the fact that he could be trained to do her bidding.
"Now, get the other heel." Avery demanded, wiggling the toes of her right foot to signal him.
Tyler quickly shuffled over to the bratty teenagers opposite foot, not sure how she'd react if he moved to slowly. He only hoped that she'd get tired of this soon and ask him to stop, maybe even taking her attention off of him long enough for him to escape.
As he placed his hands on Aver's right heel Tyler asked himself how he ended up in this position, forced to serve his brainy step sibling, rubbing her feet at the size of a fly. The question still remained to be answered as too how he shrunk in the first place. He hoped this was a dream, but it all felt so real. Plus he would never dream about Avery's feet willingly, if this was just a scenario he was experiencing in his sleep than it was definitely a nightmare.
What happens next?
1. Avery decides that Tyler is doing a good job of rubbing her feet and wants him to continue doing so, lowering her soles so that he can reach them.
2. Avery isn't completely satisfied with Tyler's performance, thinking he can do better with the proper incentive. Therefore she finds it appropriate to punish him so he has a reference of what he has too look forward to should he ever fail her again.
3. Chloe walks in on Tyler massaging Avery's feet and wants a turn herself, climbing onto the couch next to Avery and placing her barefeet up on the coffee table next to Avery's. Avery would then insist that he start massaging Chloe's feet instead of her own.
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