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TFF1922 - Underwear Thief Underfoot: Poppy’s Final Warning
Poppy was in the middle of a business call, her black dress professional and sleek, her legs encased in elegant black nylons. She was the picture of corporate authority until she spotted a movement on her desk. She hung up the phone abruptly, her face twisting into a mask of absolute revulsion. There, cowering near her laptop, was the same shrunken man she had caught before. She leaned down, her blonde hair framing a face filled with weary contempt. "What the hell are you doing back here?" she boomed. "I've told you before about creeping around and going through my underwear drawer... you little creep... what is your problem?"
The tiny man's excuses were lost in the vastness of the office. Poppy had heard enough. She decided that if he loved her lingerie so much, he should experience her wardrobe from a different perspective—the bottom. She stood up, her black patent leather stilettos becoming the twin monoliths of his doom. She loomed over him, blotting out the office lights. With a casual, almost rhythmic motion, she brought the massive sole down. You scramble back, but the sharp stiletto heel crashes into the carpet, pinning him as she applies her full weight, grinding his minuscule frame into the fibers.
But the shoes were just the beginning. She wanted to feel the "creep" vanish beneath her skin. She sat on the edge of her desk and unbuckled her heels, revealing her feet in sheer black nylon. The soft, warm landscape of her stockinged sole descended. She pressed down, her toes curling through the mesh as she rolled her weight across his body, thoroughly flattening him against the floor.
Finally, she decided the "repeat offender" needed to be permanently filed away. She leaned down, plucking his altered form from the floor and placing it on the very edge of her desk where she had first spotted him. Smoothing her black dress, she turned and lowered herself. The tiny man’s world became a sea of black fabric and soft, crushing weight as Poppy sat fully upon him, using her heavy backside to smother the last of the pest against the hard wood. She smoothed her skirt, picked up her phone, and forgot he ever existed
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #GiantessPOV, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Stockings, #Nylons, #FootCrush, #AssCrush, #SitCrush, #Femdom_CruelGiantess
Poppy was in the middle of a business call, her black dress professional and sleek, her legs encased in elegant black nylons. She was the picture of corporate authority until she spotted a movement on her desk. She hung up the phone abruptly, her face twisting into a mask of absolute revulsion. There, cowering near her laptop, was the same shrunken man she had caught before. She leaned down, her blonde hair framing a face filled with weary contempt. "What the hell are you doing back here?" she boomed. "I've told you before about creeping around and going through my underwear drawer... you little creep... what is your problem?"
The tiny man's excuses were lost in the vastness of the office. Poppy had heard enough. She decided that if he loved her lingerie so much, he should experience her wardrobe from a different perspective—the bottom. She stood up, her black patent leather stilettos becoming the twin monoliths of his doom. She loomed over him, blotting out the office lights. With a casual, almost rhythmic motion, she brought the massive sole down. You scramble back, but the sharp stiletto heel crashes into the carpet, pinning him as she applies her full weight, grinding his minuscule frame into the fibers.
But the shoes were just the beginning. She wanted to feel the "creep" vanish beneath her skin. She sat on the edge of her desk and unbuckled her heels, revealing her feet in sheer black nylon. The soft, warm landscape of her stockinged sole descended. She pressed down, her toes curling through the mesh as she rolled her weight across his body, thoroughly flattening him against the floor.
Finally, she decided the "repeat offender" needed to be permanently filed away. She leaned down, plucking his altered form from the floor and placing it on the very edge of her desk where she had first spotted him. Smoothing her black dress, she turned and lowered herself. The tiny man’s world became a sea of black fabric and soft, crushing weight as Poppy sat fully upon him, using her heavy backside to smother the last of the pest against the hard wood. She smoothed her skirt, picked up her phone, and forgot he ever existed
Contains - #4K, #Giantess, #GiantessPOV, #TinyMan, #SizeDifference, #Crush, #ShoeCrush, #HeelCrush, #Stockings, #Nylons, #FootCrush, #AssCrush, #SitCrush, #Femdom_CruelGiantess
