You waited a few hours before logging back in. Your heart was beating out of your chest wondering if you should be expecting tempting but terrifying messages from accounts like MommaBearFeet or CaramelToes. But to your surprise the first message was from someone named Zaurus, a name you recognized.
Zaurus was a young athletic blonde girl whose videos often feature her telling the tiny behind the camera she can't believe anyone would actually volunteer to shrink and become slaves for her meaty feet, before telling them this was their life now and putting them inside her shoes before going about her day. Her videos were posted on TinyGuyCustoms but that had been a while ago. But you'd never forget her. She drove you wild.
*Zaurus saw the thread on a Tuesday night, while at home. She was bored out of her mind on her phone scrolling and scrolling. Her boyfriend was busy doing a shift with the football team and wouldn’t be home for a while. Clicking into the thread to read it, a small smirk tugged at her lips. “I wonder if this guy is serious.” She thought. She then typed out a message.*
Zaurus: “What would you want a giantess to do to you?”
You: "I'm more curious about what you would actually do with a tiny if you found one?"
*Seeing the reply, Zarys smirked once more. She bit down on her lip, thinking of the possibilities. What would she do if she found a tiny foot toy she could do with as she pleases? She started typing out a response.*
Zaurus: “Oh I can think of a thousand different things I’d love to do with a tiny.”
*Zaurus smirked once more, now feeling excited that this was actually happening. She hadn’t played out a scenario like this in a long time. She leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk in front of her as she began to type once more a list of fun things. All of them with the same common thread: shrunken under Zarys’ feet.*
Zaurus: “Oh…where do I start?”
*Zaurus continued to type, listing out several different things a tiny person could be used to do to their giantess owner. She finished typing and sent it.*
Zaurus: “I’ve got quite a few ideas. But I guess the question is are you actually serious in all of this?”
Your lust took over and you lost all ability to hold back as you furiously typed a reaponse:
"Honestly, I would love to submit to the bottom of your feet. But only if you're seriously into it too. I need to know that when I look up at your gigantic soles towering over me for the first time, that there is no going back, no matter how much I beg or fight. I want to feel the overwhelming weight of knowing that no matter what I want now, I'm just a toy now that's doomed to a lifetime at the bottom of feet. I want to know that you seriously look forward to dropping me into you most used shoes, sandals, and boots and feeling me squirm underfoot. I want to know that when I inevitably try to run away that you will nonchalantly grab me with your overpowering toes and never let me go. I need to know that even when you're relaxing at home I still won't get any peace, because using my tiny naked body like a little fidget toy beneath your toes. If you want a tiny like that, then I'm yours."
*Zaurus read over the response several times, her smile growing with each one. She could feel a tingle throughout her body as she read the replies. This was actually happening, this was all real and all too arousing. She bit down on her lip once again as her fingers began to type a response.*
Zaurus: “I think I may have found myself a toy.”
*your hands tremble as you type:* "where should I send myself?"
*Zaurus smirked in sheer excitement as she saw the new response. Her feet twitched as the sheer weight of the situation set in.*
Zaurus: “You said you want to be sent through the mail right? Can you fit inside a shoe box?”
You: "Of course. I'll only be an inch tall. Any particular shoe you'd like me to buy for you and arrive in?"
*Zaurus leaned back slightly, already thinking over her collection of shoes. How often had she thought over putting a shrunken tiny into her boots or shoes? Almost every day. The thought alone was so…thrilling. She leaned back forward and began to type a response once more.*
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