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It had been a few hours since Emma shrank you. She walked in the door and up to the jar she had been keeping you in. "I'm done working for the day so now it's time to play with my new tiny." She said, unenthused and reaching into the jar. You tried to dodge her fingers, but the jar offered no cover or space to run and she caught you easily. She pinched you between her fingertips and started toward the couch. She kicked off her boots and slid them to the side before sitting down with her legs folded on the couch. She dropped you in front of her and even from here you could smell her feet. They must have been in those boots for hours. She extended one towards you and the smell intensified from unpleasant, but bearable, to sickening. "Now we're going to play a game, like an arm wrestle but you get a handicap. It's just my foot against your whole body. All you have to do is push back my foot." She told you. "And don't even think about running. You're perfectly bite sized, and I haven't eaten yet." She started slowly pushing her sole onto you. You pushed with all your might, leaning all your weight into her but her foot didn't move, and of course it wouldn't. It was the size of a bus to you, one that was slowly running you over. "Oh honestly, are you even trying? How are you losing this badly to a girl's foot?" Emma teased. She brought her foot down on you further. You were pinned on your back now, pressing upwards as it tried to force you into the couch. It smothered you completely, blocking out all the light and leaving you with only damp stench between her sole and the cushion. It was like being crushed to death by pillows, somehow both the softest and most painful you had ever experienced. You searched desperately for a way out and found none. In a last effort to save yourself you started licking. Your mouth filled with sweat, salty and acrid. The pressure lightened and you heard Emma laughing. She took her foot off of you. She calmed herself and said, "Now that's a new one. I suppose tickling me is fair play, and I did get a kick out of it. I guess you win then. I think I'll keep you around. Keep licking for a while and I'll put you back in your jar for the night." You held back retches as you licked her sole. Every once in a while, when you hit an especially ticklish spot, she'd let out a poorly stifled giggle. You had to admit they were kind of cute, even for someone who was completely at her mercy.

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It had been a few hours since Emma shrank you. She walked in the door and up to the jar she had been keeping you in. "I'm done working for the day so now it's time to play with my new tiny." She said, unenthused and reaching into the jar. You tried to dodge her fingers, but the jar offered no cover or space to run and she caught you easily. She pinched you between her fingertips and started toward the couch. She kicked off her boots and slid them to the side before sitting down with her legs folded on the couch. She dropped you in front of her and even from here you could smell her feet. They must have been in those boots for hours. She extended one towards you and the smell intensified from unpleasant, but bearable, to sickening. "Now we're going to play a game, like an arm wrestle but you get a handicap. It's just my foot against your whole body. All you have to do is push back my foot." She told you. "And don't even think about running. You're perfectly bite sized, and I haven't eaten yet." She started slowly pushing her sole onto you. You pushed with all your might, leaning all your weight into her but her foot didn't move, and of course it wouldn't. It was the size of a bus to you, one that was slowly running you over. "Oh honestly, are you even trying? How are you losing this badly to a girl's foot?" Emma teased. She brought her foot down on you further. You were pinned on your back now, pressing upwards as it tried to force you into the couch. It smothered you completely, blocking out all the light and leaving you with only damp stench between her sole and the cushion. It was like being crushed to death by pillows, somehow both the softest and most painful you had ever experienced. You searched desperately for a way out and found none. In a last effort to save yourself you started licking. Your mouth filled with sweat, salty and acrid. The pressure lightened and you heard Emma laughing. She took her foot off of you. She calmed herself and said, "Now that's a new one. I suppose tickling me is fair play, and I did get a kick out of it. I guess you win then. I think I'll keep you around. Keep licking for a while and I'll put you back in your jar for the night." You held back retches as you licked her sole. Every once in a while, when you hit an especially ticklish spot, she'd let out a poorly stifled giggle. You had to admit they were kind of cute, even for someone who was completely at her mercy.

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