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TFF1903 - Cleaning Out the Closet
Cherry English was standing before her mirror, smoothing down her white lace top and flowing pink midi skirt, admiring her reflection. She felt pristine, ready for the day. But as she turned to grab her bag, a movement on the floor caught her eye. She looked down and recoiled in genuine disgust. "Urgh!" she cried, her nose wrinkling. There, scuttling away from the open door of her wardrobe, was a shrunken man. The implication was immediate and revolting: he had been hiding in there, watching her dress, lurking among her shoes and clothes like a filthy little secret.
"You disgusting little person," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. She decided to treat him exactly like the vermin he was imitating. She marched over, her bright pink court shoes clicking ominously. She brought her heel down hard, pinning the tiny pervert to the floorboards, grinding him under the patent leather until his struggles ceased.
But she wanted to be sure he was gone. She sat on a wooden chair and slipped off her heels, discarding them to the side. Now barefoot, she stood again, pressing her pale, soft soles over his battered form, rolling her weight to ensure he was completely flattened.
Finally, she decided he needed to be put away for good. She picked up the limp, flattened man and placed him on the seat of the chair. She smoothed her pink skirt, checked her reflection one last time, and then sat down. The tiny man's world ended in a sea of pink fabric and soft, crushing darkness as Cherry ground her bottom into the seat, extinguishing the closet pervert forever.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #HighHeels, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #CruelGiantess, #CherryEnglish
Cherry English was standing before her mirror, smoothing down her white lace top and flowing pink midi skirt, admiring her reflection. She felt pristine, ready for the day. But as she turned to grab her bag, a movement on the floor caught her eye. She looked down and recoiled in genuine disgust. "Urgh!" she cried, her nose wrinkling. There, scuttling away from the open door of her wardrobe, was a shrunken man. The implication was immediate and revolting: he had been hiding in there, watching her dress, lurking among her shoes and clothes like a filthy little secret.
"You disgusting little person," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. She decided to treat him exactly like the vermin he was imitating. She marched over, her bright pink court shoes clicking ominously. She brought her heel down hard, pinning the tiny pervert to the floorboards, grinding him under the patent leather until his struggles ceased.
But she wanted to be sure he was gone. She sat on a wooden chair and slipped off her heels, discarding them to the side. Now barefoot, she stood again, pressing her pale, soft soles over his battered form, rolling her weight to ensure he was completely flattened.
Finally, she decided he needed to be put away for good. She picked up the limp, flattened man and placed him on the seat of the chair. She smoothed her pink skirt, checked her reflection one last time, and then sat down. The tiny man's world ended in a sea of pink fabric and soft, crushing darkness as Cherry ground her bottom into the seat, extinguishing the closet pervert forever.
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #HighHeels, #Barefoot, #FootCrush, #SitCrush, #AssCrush, #Femdom, #CruelGiantess, #CherryEnglish
