This choice: She doesn’t like how you feel underfoot and moves you • Go Back... The massive, hot fleshy walls of Sienna’s toes pressed against you like a living trash compactor as she slid her foot back into her sandal and slowly rose to her feet. Your face and body were buried into the pillowy skin of her big toe, making it hard to breathe as the colossal digit slowly shifted up and down…back and forth. Overhead, you could hear the distant thunder of your jailor grumbling to herself as her big toe pressed you against the thong of her sandal. The digit was an office giving you a border-line abusive body-search as it pushed you around, straining your burnt flesh inside the hot-glue body cast that she’d trapped you in. Grunting, you tried to see what the problem was…you knew Sienna had no warm feelings for you, but the aggressive groping of her toes was a sudden escalation. Through eyes squinted in pain, you saw the predicament. Your glue-prison had hardened with sharp edges that were digging into her skin. Try as her toes might to find a comfortable position to rest with each wiggle and scrunch, the thunder overhead just grew louder…and louder…and louder….
“FUCK. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Sienna growled as you looked up in time to see a blur of motion coming down upon you, the sky falling upon your head. Her massive, manicured fingers dug into your prison, prying the chunk of hot glue free from her sandal. Blood rushed to your feet as the massive woman stood back to her full height and glared you down. “YOU JUST COULDN’T MAKE IT EASY, COULD YOU, CLOWN CUNT?” she hissed.
You tried to protest that this wasn’t your fault, but the glue clinging to your chest made it almost impossible to get a proper breath in.
Not that it mattered, Sienna already turned away from you as she surveyed the room, her eyes landing on a far wall, half-painted with a tray of deep purple and a roller resting in it. “THAT COULD WORK…”
You heard a cracking sound and looked down to see her fingernails digging into your prison, forcing the glue to splinter and snap. It pulled against your burnt skin, sending waves of nauseating pain through your limbs as they were roughly pulled free. She snapped it like a walnut, letting you scream at the top of your lungs as each of your terrible burns was ripped and torn at once again!
“UGH, DON’T BE A SUCH A LITTLE BITCH,” Sienna said, rolling her eyes as her fingernail pressed painfully into your back. Your world shifted down towards the ground and the tray of purple paint. “LET’S DO SOME MORE ARTS AND CRAFTS~” the giantess cooed. The world flew by in a blur as she flicked you off her fingernail….
SPLOOSH~
It was a miracle that you managed to surface in the thick paint that threatened to drag you under like a mammoth in the tar pits. Choking, you struggled to clear your eyes in time as you felt waves and undulations move through the plum sea you’d been stranded in the middle of. In the distance, you heard the roar of waves and knew only one thing it could mean…the tide rose under you as the roller contacted your tiny body and carried you forward through the sea….
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