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TFF1973 - I’ve Met One of You Before
From the floor you watch Valentina smile as she realises what you are. She has handled a shrunken man already and knows exactly what he wanted. She spends the afternoon showing you the same treatment with her shoes, bare soles and the warm dark under her skirt.
You are already on the boards when she looks down and sees you. Valentina’s mouth twitches into a smile. “Urgh… what the hell are you doing?” She leans forward on the sofa, elbows on her knees, the plaid skirt shifting. “I’ve met one of you before and I know just what you’re after.” The room from your height is all ceiling and the long line of her legs. She uncrosses them slowly, letting one foot swing out so the black shoe sole fills the view, the edge of the sole close enough that you can count the faint scuffs. She holds it there, watching your reaction, then slips the shoe off and sets the bare foot down beside you, toes flexing, red polish bright against the wood.
She draws the other foot free as well and plants both soles flat, framing you between them. The skin is warm when she slides one forward until the ball of the foot rests across your chest, toes curling just above your head. She presses once, testing, then lifts and sets the other sole in its place, rolling her weight from heel to toes so the arch covers you completely for a moment. You see the fine lines of her sole, the slight sheen of skin, the way her toes spread when she puts more pressure down. She talks the whole time, quiet and amused, reminding you that the last one stayed under her feet until she decided he had learned. The skirt has ridden higher with her movements; each time she shifts you catch the black fabric of her underwear and the soft inner thigh above it.
When she tires of the feet she sits back, knees apart, and reaches down with one hand. Fingers close around you, thumb pinning your legs, and she lifts you clear of the floor so you hang in front of her. The view is the underside of the plaid skirt and the black briefs stretched over her. She brings you closer, holding you steady while she settles deeper into the cushions, then guides you under the hem until the fabric and the heat of her close around you. The hand stays a moment longer, making sure you are seated where she wants you, then withdraws. From inside the dark you feel the slow shift of her hips and the weight of her as she gets comfortable, the last of the light disappearing under the skirt.
Contains - 4K, giantess, sole crush, foot crush, shoe crush, under skirt, panty crush, POV giantess, shrunken man POV
From the floor you watch Valentina smile as she realises what you are. She has handled a shrunken man already and knows exactly what he wanted. She spends the afternoon showing you the same treatment with her shoes, bare soles and the warm dark under her skirt.
You are already on the boards when she looks down and sees you. Valentina’s mouth twitches into a smile. “Urgh… what the hell are you doing?” She leans forward on the sofa, elbows on her knees, the plaid skirt shifting. “I’ve met one of you before and I know just what you’re after.” The room from your height is all ceiling and the long line of her legs. She uncrosses them slowly, letting one foot swing out so the black shoe sole fills the view, the edge of the sole close enough that you can count the faint scuffs. She holds it there, watching your reaction, then slips the shoe off and sets the bare foot down beside you, toes flexing, red polish bright against the wood.
She draws the other foot free as well and plants both soles flat, framing you between them. The skin is warm when she slides one forward until the ball of the foot rests across your chest, toes curling just above your head. She presses once, testing, then lifts and sets the other sole in its place, rolling her weight from heel to toes so the arch covers you completely for a moment. You see the fine lines of her sole, the slight sheen of skin, the way her toes spread when she puts more pressure down. She talks the whole time, quiet and amused, reminding you that the last one stayed under her feet until she decided he had learned. The skirt has ridden higher with her movements; each time she shifts you catch the black fabric of her underwear and the soft inner thigh above it.
When she tires of the feet she sits back, knees apart, and reaches down with one hand. Fingers close around you, thumb pinning your legs, and she lifts you clear of the floor so you hang in front of her. The view is the underside of the plaid skirt and the black briefs stretched over her. She brings you closer, holding you steady while she settles deeper into the cushions, then guides you under the hem until the fabric and the heat of her close around you. The hand stays a moment longer, making sure you are seated where she wants you, then withdraws. From inside the dark you feel the slow shift of her hips and the weight of her as she gets comfortable, the last of the light disappearing under the skirt.
Contains - 4K, giantess, sole crush, foot crush, shoe crush, under skirt, panty crush, POV giantess, shrunken man POV
