Evelin giggles. "You...", she laughs," want to give me... a foot massage... at this size?"
"Please," you plead.
"Come on Ron! You think you can give me a foot massage at this size? Just be honest. You want to fuck my feet?"
"Yes please," you yell excitedly as Evelin just continues to stare at you in silence.
"No!", she shoots back. You feel dejected. "You asked to massage my feet so you will massage them." Evelin's right hand than encircles your body and you are lifted off the floor as she rises up to her full height. You are dizzy with the sudden launch but delirious with joy and excitement with finally having your fantasy become a reality. You are deposited onto the coffee table as Evelin flops down in the couch in front of you. She brings her left foot on top of her right knee and with both hands pops her shoe off. She then stretches her leg out and with a loud thud, her giant left foot is slammed right in front of you as you stare at her enormous sole. She repeats with the other foot and you are face to face with two giant feet. They are slightly dirty from having been in her shoes all day. You can smell some sweat and foot odor. You prefer clean feet. Suddenly both feet rotate 90 degress away from each other and you stare at Evelin's grinning face that appears miles away.
"Well...", she beckons, "start massaging my feet, I've been on them all day and they need some good TLC."
"Um...", you query, "Can you uh... wash them first, they're a little dirty."
Evelin's grin disappears and she scowls down at you, annoyed.
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