The woman softly hummed to herself as her hand moved up and
down. The small, screaming man between her thumb and index finger flossed
between her toes.
“Oh hush, you. It’s not that bad.”
“Amanda! Stop!” the man tried to beg but was silence as his
miniscule body was ran betwixt his captor’s middle and ring toe on her right
foot. The day’s accumulated grime and sweat rubbed onto his naked body. His face
thoroughly smothered into the toes’ webbing.
Her pink painted toes shining in the sunlight pouring through
her office windows, Amanda Jones smiled as the man cried, begged, and pleaded
for mercy. His life as her personal object having began 2 days prior. Her size
25 feet having become well acquainted with the tormenting the tiny man.
As director of Human Resource for Vilecio’s Sacramento
Office, Amanda was well acquainted with the processes of the company. Punishing
underperformers and others. Though many hundreds like the little figure had
come and gone, her current prize was much more enjoyable. A personal victory she
had been craving for years now. The 31 year old smiled as she switched feet and
began the man’s misery anew. Her post-workout foot welcoming the miniscule body
with glee.
“Oh Jospeh. This has been a long time coming.” She cooe’d to
her little toy. His body held erect by clasps on his wrists and ankles.
Amanda watched and felt Jospeh’s tiny chest run between her
toes. His pecs and abs rubied washboard-link against her skin. His arm and leg
muscles strained against the magnetic strength of his ankle and wrist clasps.
“Ashamed that all that work you put into your body is
worthless.” She teased “Just imagine, Brenda from accounting snuggling against
your torso after a good fuck. Her soft lips kissing that magnificent chest of
yours.”
Amanda’s sadistic grin was almost painful with how wide it
was. The torture she enacted on Bryson filled her with glee.
“Four inches. That’s all you are now. Hell, you’re barely
recognizable between my piggies.” Amanda smiled as Bryson was pulled through a
puddle of sweat and sock lint.
Amanda’s own abs taunted the little man – her bare stomach revealed
to the world as she still wore her workout outfit of a teal sports bra and matching
shorts. A fresh 10KM run and some lifting having worked quite the sweat.
Amanda watched as Jospeh wretched and grimaced with
displeasure. His eyes and mouth closed tight as sweat streaked his face.
“Oh. It ain’t that bad. And I think little Bryson is betraying
you.” Her giant finger poked stroked his chest as the miniature man’s even more
miniature penis stood erect and rubbed into the skin between her toes.
Bryson bit his bottom lip hoping the pain would trick his
dick into deflating, but it was no use as his miniature appendage throbbed and
pre-cum formed.
Amanda sped up her manipulation of the miniscule being. Her
splayed toes welcomed the man openly until she felt his body shiver and an undiscernible
sheen mixed with her own sweat.
“There we go. Just like our time in college. I own you
little guy.” Amanda slowed her pace and made sure to hold Brysony’s face into the
jam-like substance between her toes.
Bryson’s body filled with dopamine as his penis betrayed
him. He came like he hadn’t in years. His college ex forcing him to cum between
her toes. His muscles strained and then relaxed as he was plunged back between
the giant digits. His nose filled with Amanda’s body odour.
Thanks to Vilecio’s technology and her own hard work, Amanda
retained her body from over a decade prior. The body of a track and field
athlete and Olympic hopeful.
Bryson hadn’t done bad himself, but it was fun to lord her body
over him, both in the literal sense and metaphorical sense. As she pulled his
body between her toes, her mind flashed briefly to how he had broken her hear
so many years prior. How they were engaged until he broke things off to chase
another girl on the other side of the country. And then how Vilecio’s grasp had
brought him back to her.
Amanda continued to hum softly as her foot flexed seductively.
Bryson’s limp body nothing more than a string to be pulled along as she
desired.
“Oh Bry-Bry.” Amanda, or “Mander” as Bryson had pet named
her years ago, began “Who would’ve thought that little ole 5foot 3inch me back
in the day would be a 8 foot behemoth at the most powerful company in the world
and that you’d be my little plaything.”
Bryson’s tears, cum, and sweat stained face stared up to
Amanda’s own visage encircled by her short red-hair. Her, deceivingly tan, skin
soaking in the sun coming from the west.
“I’ve punished so many others. Kept in my shoes, up my ass,
between my breasts. Literally forgotten about and lost to time. Some gifted to
interns. Others to my cowokers. But you, little Bry-Bry, my most prized trophy.
I’m gonna treasure you for a while….”
With this, Bryson was pulled from the final gap on between
Mander’s pinky and ring-toe and held up before the gigantic woman.
“Your life now is only to support me.” The giantess smirked.
Bryson struggled move a single muscle as his neuro-chip
overrode the signlas from his brain. Straight like a rod he could only remain
helpless as Mander lowered him to the floor.
Mander smiled as her Adidas slides lay below. Her hand
carefully placed Bryson to her left slide. His still body resteching securily
on the spongey surface of the shoe.
Bryson could only scream as his body was stuck to the flat
surface of the slide. The air thick with Mander’s foot scent. His eyes staired
skyward as Mander’s size 25 left foot descended. Her sole wrinkled from flexing
and toes wiggling in anticipation.
Mander watched as her foot slowly descended onto her tiny prize.
All 26 inches of her appendage rested carefully as her toes slid through the strap
of the slide. Her pink toes wiggled in satisfaction as her foot nestled into
the soft-plastic of the footwear. She leaned back into her chair with a
saitsified gasp as Bryson molded perfectly to her instep.
Bryson screamed as his dick once again betrayed him. His
face was snuggly nestled in Mander’s instep, sweat already accumulating once
again though the air conditioned office chilled his skin.
“This’ll teach you to talk back to your superiors, Bry-Bry.”
Mander reached her arms above
her head and laned back into her chair. She leaned back and appreciated the cool
air on her sweaty armpits.