Before he could even finish his sentence, Annette would tilt her hand down and send the tinies plummeting back down towards the floor. It was a rough landing, but they seemed to be mostly fine. Whatever magic had shrunken them had made them a lot more dense as well, which would probably keep them safe… but wouldn’t prevent pain. As they were recovering, Annette would raise her foot over one of them, casting a shadow over the man’s tiny body. “We’ll help you out… as long as you make this fun for us first~” Annette teased, winking, her excitement only growing and she gave her toes a scrunch. A few drops of sweat would leak from her sock and fall to the floor, splashing the poor man in the warm liquid.
She’d only give him a few seconds to stare at her socked sole, enough time to notice her wink down at him. “Who’s the short one now, Mercie?” Annette joked, getting a giggle out of her friend, and then stomping right on down with a heavy *thud*. The tiny let out a scream as the foot rushed towards him, but he was powerless to stop it no matter how much he braced himself.
The second commoner watched as her companion was swallowed up underfoot, disappearing beneath the sock. Annette’s foot squished into the floor slightly, making it clear she wasn’t holding back. The tiny underfoot would be able to see light and breathe one second, and neither the next. The stomp was absolutely brutal as what felt to him like an incomprehensible amount of weight pressed into his body. His whole body screamed out in pain from the impact, but it did not break. His body sank into her soft sock, enveloping him entirely in the sweat soaked fabric. The pressure on his chest and his face made him feel like he would pop any second.
He couldn’t even get air, as the sock was practically waterboarding him in pure sweat. Every breath he did try to take was pure foot musk, and try to move as he might, Annette’s “Petite” foot kept him firmly in place
Annette twisted her sole sharply, and then dragged it back, smushing the tiny around underfoot as much as possible before she decided to grip his head with her toes, wanting to get a good look at him. “Now let’s see…” she mused, lifting her foot behind herself slightly, keeping his head tightly clutched between her digits. His body cleanly stuck to her sweaty sole, but she could still see him squirming and panicking down there, just from holding him with her toes. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the more his face was stuffed into her sock. And all this resulted in was a laugh from the giantess.
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