If you weren't out of breath, then you would tell her you certainly don't think so. His big toe could now cover your torso and then some. You were lucky if you were currently two inches tall. He bends down to pick you up, but you're too exhausted to run away. You couldn't do it before, you could hardly do it now, at your new size, after back-pressing for who knows how long, with who knows how much weight. Your limp body dangles as he takes you in his huge hand over to the couch. He sits down and puts his feet on the couch with him. You wonder what he's going to do now... and then you wish you had never asked when he lowers you with his hand and presses you against his foot, with your head poking out between the second and big toe.
"Smaller, smaller!" he cries out excitedly, as the big toe next to your face begins to grow once more from three times your head's size to something bigger still...
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