"James! James, can you hear me?" Cindy asked. "James, sweetie are you okay?"
The tiny boy at her feet began to stir, much to her relief. James shook his head as he sat up, trying to figure out what had happened. The last thing he remembered was walking through Cindy's living room, then he turned and... That's what it was, he had been stepped on! His body was sore all over, but nothing was broke or seriously injured. Looking up, he finally noticed the giant Cindy sitting before him on the couch, looking worried.
"Oh James, I am so sorry," Cindy said. "Are you hurt anywhere, did I break something? Please tell me you're okay."
James smiled up at the giant woman. Yes, she had stepped on him, but it wasn't intentional. He should have let her know he coming over. Cindy wouldn't hurt him on purpose, she wasn't like that. Unfortunately, she wasn't mentioning what she had done while he was unconscious.
"It's okay Cindy, you didn't hurt me," James laughed out. "Its my own fault, I should have let you know I was coming over. Then you would have known to look down."
"Oh I'm glad to hear that," Cindy smiled sweetly. "I probably would have noticed, but I've been really stressed lately. Plus I've been on my feet all day, and to be honest, you felt kind of good down there. Don't worry though, I'll keep these big stinky things away from you from now on."
James noticed that Cindy looked a bit sad after saying that. He knew she worked hard, it was tough to be a single mother of three. She was always so nice to him, there had to be a way to cheer her up. A way to help relieve some of her stress.
"Don't feel bad Cindy," James yelled, "I'm fine, and there is nothing wrong with your feet. Is there anything I can do to help you out, to relieve some stress?"
"Well, there is something you could do," Cindy said, with a mischievous grin. "Like I said, you felt good under my foot earlier, and my feet are sore. My husband used to pamper my feet, but he's no longer with us so....."
He was a bit reluctant, but he was going to do it, for Cindy. He was going to do whatever it took to make her feel better.
"Okay, I can do that for you Cindy," James said. "You tell me what to do, and I'll do it. Anything you want, just ask."
"Anything?" Cindy asked.
"Yep, anything!" James smiled.
"In that case," Cindy started, "can you lick my feet? My husband used to do it for me. It feels great, plus it would clean some of the dirt from them. If you don't want to though, I understand."
James gulped at hearing her request, hesitated going through with it. But, he wasn't going to back out. He promised her, and he was going to cheer Cindy up. He walked slowly over to her massive propped up feet, and stared at them. It was hard to believe he was just stuck to these giant things. When he was a few inches away, to him, he had to rear back at the smell. She wasn't lying when she said her feet smelled, but he wouldn't let her know that. James leaned in and pressed his tongue against the huge sole, giving it a long lick. It tasted awful, a mixture of dirt, foot sweat, and who knows what else. He wanted to stop there, but he soldiered on. He continued licking for several minutes, alternating between soles, trying his best to please Cindy. He was even massaging it as he licked, hoping it made her feel better. She would giggle occasionally, which brightened James' mood some, at least she seemed to enjoy it.
Cindy watched in amusement as James was licking and massaging her sole. It felt amazing, and the fact that the tiny boy was doing it willingly made it even better. After awhile however, he seemed to be running out of steam. The licking had stopped, and his massage could barely be felt. Cindy decided to give James a bit of a break, and take over herself. She lightly lifted him from the carpet, and began rubbing his tiny body against the sole of her foot. She knew her feet were smelly and dirty, but she didn't care
"Don't worry James, I'll take it from here,” Cindy said. "You just lay there and let me do all the work."
Cindy smiled at the idea she just had. She positioned her feet on either side of the tiny boy, and slowly brought them together, sandwiching him between her bare soles. As the feet closed in around him, James began to get lightheaded. The smell was even worse now, as it surrounded him on all sides. Not satisfied with simply squeezing him, Cindy began rolling him between her doughy soles. His body was being crushed and rolled along the feet, getting covered in dirt. After several minutes of this, she stopped and set his tiny body on the floor. Examining her feet, she realized that all the dirt was now gone. Her soles were practically spotless. Looking at James, she could see why, as the tiny boy was covered completely in the dirt from her feet. It was literally caked on his body, so much so that he could barely move his arms and legs.
She smiled down at him and.....
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