Before any of the gathered giantesses could propose an idea, Shaye suddenly pointed at a stack of binders sitting in the corner of the living room.
"Hey, what are those? They look like photo albums." She pointed out.
Brinley grinned. "Oh, because they totes are! A whole bunch of albums with, like, the cutest and funniest photos ever! I love looking through them!"
Anneli raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised anyone still keeps physical photos around these days. That shits ancient as fuck. Respect, though, for doing that."
Inez huffed. "Well, excuse me for simply thinking it's short-sighted to only keep digital records. Can't a woman have a hobby?"
Sloane giggled. "Of course she can, Nezzy baby. Especially when she's as sexy as you!" Sloane gave her girlfriend's breasts a playful squeeze, then stole another kiss from her.
"What kind of photos are in the albums?" Shaye inquired, her interest clearly piqued.
Carmine grinned. "Basically everything you could imagine. Photos of me and Inez, our resident squishy and her wife, Big Tits McGee over there," Carmine gestured towards Briony, who looked sour. "And all sorts of other stuff. Lots of different decades covered in those photos too.
"Can we...look through them?" Shaye asked, her eyes sparkling.
Briony sighed. "Weren't we going to go out and do something today?"
Brinley laughed, and teasingly rubbed her younger sister's head. "Ah, relax, sis! We'll spend an hour or two looking at photos, and then totally go out and have some fun. I promise!"
"Then it's decided!" Sloane declared, and she hurried over to grab from the stack of photo albums. Brinley went to assist her, the gathered women seemingly grouping around Shaye and the couch as the center area for the photo-viewing session that was about to begin.
Meanwhile, you'd been cowering on the coffee table, hiding behind a tissue box. Completely naked due to how Brinley and Anneli's feet had torn apart your clothes, you were bright red with embarrassment. All of these women had seen you naked before, and you in turn had seen them nude thousands of times each, but it was still really humiliating to be naked before them, and your attempts at just flagging Brinley's attention failed due to how caught up in the excitement your wife was. Nearly all of the ladies had tuned out your existence, actually.
And this latter point became exceptionally prescient as Anneli decided to move from a chair to the couch, eager to claim a better viewing seat, and in so doing swung her legs across the coffee table. Her heel smacked into your body, and with a faint cry you pitched forward and tumbled over the edge of the table, coming to a rough landing on the carpet down below, right beside Shaye's socked feet. No one noticed what had happened, least of all Shaye or Anneli.
Right before Shaye could glance down to spot you, Anneli asked her to skootch aside to clear space on the couch, and the younger girl immediately obliged. Shaye slid to the side to allow Anneli and her wide hips to settle in, and in doing so naturally this required her to shuffle her feet along the floor. And thus, you found yourself caught mid-cry for help as Shaye's socked feet barreled into you, and crushed you firmly beneath her faintly-damp toes.
This crushed position didn't last long, however, as soon Brinley returned with some albums in hand, and was eager to claim the other unoccupied portion of the couch. And so Shaye obligingly shimmied back closer to Anneli so that your wife could fit in, the poor girl nearly sandwiched to death between the titans of curvaceousness that were Anneli and Brinley. But Shaye's eagerness to view the photos overpowered any discomfort, and she happily just kept smiling...and just kept absent-mindedly playing with the squishy object under her toes, one she could subconsciously detect, but had no active realization she was toying with.
And Anneli and Brinley were quick to join in too. Huddling as close to each other as possible, it wasn't long before your best friend and your wife both found your body with their feet, and both women began enjoying the soft, pliant sensation of your malleable body just was much as Shaye was. You could only groan and twitch uselessly as three pairs of larger-than-life feet had their way with your body, one pair socked, one pair bare and silky-smooth, and the other pair bare and sweat-slicked. Your body was nothing more than their plaything, and their absent-minded crushing and grinding only further contorted and smushed your body.
A consequence of this smushing as that your inch-tall form was pulled out into a longer and more misshapen form, less and less looking like the human you were, and more and more like some sort of insignificant foot toy. It was to the point where, upon pulling back the coffee table and dragging up some more chairs, both Sloane and Briony completely failed to recognize you. Sloane saw only a funny looking stress toy, and Briony saw only a lumpy rag. With a shrug, both women huddled in close to the photo albums, and eagerly joined their feet along with the other three pairs, happily crushing and smashing you beneath.
In the span of only minutes, you'd gone from happily excited to spend the day with your friends and family, to being tormented under their toes, beaten, squished, and naked. Five pairs of feet became your entire world, covering you up completely in their ceaselessly roving, crushing, sweaty embrace. The humidity created a suffocating aura all around you, and the swampy dampness only grew in intensity alongside the pouring of sweat that began to congeal all around you. Anneli's toes in your mouth, Sloane's in your nose, Briony's in your mouth, Brinley's in your crotch, and Shaye's smashing your ass...all of you was dominated utterly by them, your existence little more than an enticing squishy toy.
Only two people knew the truth...and neither was going to be your rescuer.
Both Carmine and Inez saw what had happened, and yet neither of your cousins felt the slightest inkling of a push to help you. Carmine was too busy smirking and trying not to bust into laughter, and Inez was too busy sighing and rolling her eyes, deeming this humiliating torment of yours yet another 'impromptu tough love' situation you'd have to endure on your own to get stronger. So neither cousin did anything more than spare you a glance before putting you from your mind as they stood behind the couch and looked at the photos.
Up above the stampede of feet assaulting and tormenting you from all angles, Shaye smiled with excitement as she accepted the first photo album from Brinley, opened it up to a random page, and pointed at the first photo that caught her eye.
"What's this one, Brinley?" She asked, eager for some stories.
1) It's a photo of you and Brinley during your college years, back when you'd first started dating, and mishaps were even more frequent between you two.
2) It's a photo of you from your senior year of high school, and Carmine and Inez are in it too. Your cousins had been pretty unbearable during your senior year, with plenty of rough situations happening because of their actions.
3) It's a photo of you and Brinley at the Small Stature, Big Heart physical therapy clinic, taken shortly after you first started there. Even back then, some accidents still occurred, and Brinley knows plenty of funny stories she could tell (funny for her, embarrassing for you, that is).
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