Harry looks up in total shock as Hermione's foot collides with him, and severe pressure overcomes him. By no means did he have a foot fetish, but the overwhelming female flesh was making blood rush to various regions. He grunted and squirmed, making Hermione smile and giggle, twisting her foot on top of him. Surprisingly, even at Harry's size, he was confortable in contact with her skin. She bit a lip over him, and clenched her toes, gripping his head. Her cheeks reddened as she lifted him up, then stepped roughly onto him.
"Harry, you're so cute at this size. I'm glad you agreed to this. You'll be my foot pet forever now."
Harry groaned at that, and looked up to her. She rolled him about, nearly crushing his chest and ribs every time her foot pushed on his side. The smell was horrible, and the sweat was slick. He didn't dare to tell her he was uncomfortable, at risk of being a victim of an angry giantess. She looked down at him and lifted her foot. "Now, I think it's my personal duty to try you out at a better place than this, so we're going to go for a walk. In my shoe, pet."
Harry scurried to her shoe and crawled inside, where Hermione's foot covered him and carressed him with long toes. Harry was worried that he was in danger, but Hermione didn't seem to care. As she walked about, the heat and smell grew worse, the pressure becoming overwhelming with each step. He was sure that he would die if she kept going.
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