Tweet
TFF1902 - Workplace Pest Control
You are cowering under the desk, a tiny, insignificant speck in the bustling office of Essie. Drawn by her presence, you reach out, your hand brushing against her ankle. It is a fatal mistake. Above you, the chair swivels sharply. Essie looks down, her face twisting into a mask of pure horror and disgust. "Urgh... what even are you?" she exclaims, her thick Irish accent dripping with disdain. She peers closer, her blue eyes narrowing as she assesses the vermin on her carpet. "You're so small and tiny..." she mocks, shaking her head.
She decides that a thing of your size does not belong in her workspace. She lifts her leg, and your vision is filled with the black, patent leather sole of her court shoe. You scramble backward, but the heel crashes down, pinning you, crushing the air from your lungs as she grinds you into the office carpet.
But she isn't satisfied. She wants to feel the pest being eradicated. She kicks off her shoe, the heavy object landing with a thud beside you. Now, her pale, bare foot descends. The warmth and softness of her sole press over you, her toes curling as she rolls her weight, smothering you under her arch.
Finally, she decides to finish the job and get back to work. She stands up, smoothing her bright red midi skirt. You look up in terror as she positions herself directly over you. The red fabric tents around you, cutting off the light, before the crushing, heavy weight of her backside descends. She sits fully, burying you deep into the carpet fibers, extinguishing your tiny existence with a sigh of annoyance, already forgetting the "thing" she just squashed.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #GiantessPOV, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Office, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #CruelGiantess
You are cowering under the desk, a tiny, insignificant speck in the bustling office of Essie. Drawn by her presence, you reach out, your hand brushing against her ankle. It is a fatal mistake. Above you, the chair swivels sharply. Essie looks down, her face twisting into a mask of pure horror and disgust. "Urgh... what even are you?" she exclaims, her thick Irish accent dripping with disdain. She peers closer, her blue eyes narrowing as she assesses the vermin on her carpet. "You're so small and tiny..." she mocks, shaking her head.
She decides that a thing of your size does not belong in her workspace. She lifts her leg, and your vision is filled with the black, patent leather sole of her court shoe. You scramble backward, but the heel crashes down, pinning you, crushing the air from your lungs as she grinds you into the office carpet.
But she isn't satisfied. She wants to feel the pest being eradicated. She kicks off her shoe, the heavy object landing with a thud beside you. Now, her pale, bare foot descends. The warmth and softness of her sole press over you, her toes curling as she rolls her weight, smothering you under her arch.
Finally, she decides to finish the job and get back to work. She stands up, smoothing her bright red midi skirt. You look up in terror as she positions herself directly over you. The red fabric tents around you, cutting off the light, before the crushing, heavy weight of her backside descends. She sits fully, burying you deep into the carpet fibers, extinguishing your tiny existence with a sigh of annoyance, already forgetting the "thing" she just squashed.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #GiantessPOV, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Office, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #CruelGiantess
Comment