"Now now mr bug, here's the rules. I'll place my foot on your little head and slowly add pressure. If I'm pleased with how strong my new bug sized toy is, I'll let you live. Only to serve as my toy haha, better then death right?" She lifts her gigantic foot up above you. You stare at it in fear, you never really were the foot type but you wonder how a 9 year old has such soft delicate feet. She places her warm soft sole ontop of your head as you push your little hands into it to keep it from crushing you. Your hands sink into her foot as her soft sole pressed down harder. " hey bug, maybe you and my foot can be friends whilst your down there. Give it a massage , worship it. It'll be good experience for when you worship me later hehe" You wonder how sadistic a 9 year old could be, but your mind is set on keeping her foot from crushing you. Your on your knees now, your face is smothering into her sole as she slowly forced you down into your back, where your whole body is being pressed against her sole. She toys with you a bit, adding pressure then backing out to scare you. Her soft sole keeps you from being crushed instantly, its like a warm bed. "Now to see if my new bug toy will survive" she adds as much pressure as she can. Your body is stronger than you thought, or it might be the smoothness from her foot. You breath heavily. How will this end for you!
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