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Squeezing Soles 4k
🕑 Added 2022-03-30 01:49:50 +0000 UTCYou recoiled into Ginny's sole, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were. The other was closing in like the jaw of some monstrous creature. Three days ago Ginny had been a Tinder date. She was quite tall and had burnished orange hair that she often had to brush out of her face. You eagerly agreed to a second date, after which she invited you home. As soon as you got to her apartment Ginny kicked off her boots and pulled you onto the couch. Taken aback at how forward she was, you didn't notice her whisper something under her breath, a spell perhaps. Staring up at Ginny, her smile curled up excitedly and started to get further away. It took a second to realize what was happening, you reached out to grab her arm and came up short. You flailed for something to grab as if you were falling but, you couldn't even reach the side of the couch. Finally "landing" at barely an inch tall, you began to reconsider accepting Ginny's offer, not that you could go back now; she was 100 times bigger than you and seemingly excited for whatever was about to happen. Her hand reached down and you ran, only getting a few steps before it easily snatched you into a fist. Her grip was not gentle, not painful either, but far too tight for comfort. Her fist swung you around in darkness as she stepped away from the couch and sat down, leaving behind your clothes in a pile where she shrunk you. She opened her hand and you tumbled onto her upturned sole, which was now bare. She removed the sock from her other foot and tossed it behind her towards where she had left her boots. She leaned back and stretched out her other leg. "Not what you expected?" She broke the silence - not that it had been very silent at your size when every step boomed like an earthquake. "I like men better at this size. I hope you'll indulge me, not that you have a choice." She brought her foot down on top of you and you tried to push it off, only for it to squish slightly and continue bearing down on you. Her soles closed together into a soft, sweaty embrace. It may have been pleasant if not for the overwhelming stench that forced its way into your nose, leaving you woozy. Ginny rubbed her soles together gently, rolling you between them and smearing you with sweat and dirt. Already somewhat disoriented from the stench you lost all sense of direction, trying to claw out in any way you could, but unable to tell where you were going. "You're not escaping. Just be a good bug and worship me like the goddess I am. If you're good maybe we can do this again sometime. If not... well you know what we do to bugs." You weren't willing to find out whether that threat was one she would make good on. She stopped moving her feet and let you regain composure, though you were still firmly trapped between them. Fear moved you to action quickly. Your mouth filled with foul, salty sweat as you kissed and licked her sole. Ginny leaned back and relaxed further letting out a content sigh. "Good, you know your place." She let you worship her for a few minutes then, presumably bored, suddenly mashed her feet together. The force of it knocked the wind out of you. She leaned forwards and pulled her feet apart, revealing her face high above you. "I think we're done for tonight." At that she tilted her foot and you rolled down it to the floor. She stood to her full height. She was tall enough that it would have been surprising even at normal size, but it was absolutely terrifying from this one. She loomed over you and brushed her hair out of her face casually. You would have run but you were paralyzed with fear, not that it would have helped. She picked up her foot and lowered her toes on top of you, pinning you under them. They began to twist back and forth and she leaned more of her weight on you slowly. Your limbs tore from your body but somehow it didn't hurt. She picked up her foot, revealing a bloody stain, and dropped it sharply, everything went black as what was left of you splattered across her foot. You groggily opened your eyes again, seeing orange, and bewilderedly spat out a lock of hair. Pulling away revealed the back of Ginny's head, resting on a pillow. Both of you were naked. Was all of that a dream? Careful not to wake her you slid out of bed to find your clothes. You walked to the living room, finding them on the couch. As you were pulling your shirt on, you stumbled over something. Your head popped out of the hole and you saw Ginny's boots below you, a sock was draped on the one that you hadn't just knocked over, and another was on the floor beside them. You went to the kitchen to fix some breakfast. Even though she may have just crushed you like a bug, you'd feel guilty just leaving.
