This choice: Ignore everything and do the job - those feet won't rub themselves • Go Back...Chapter #4Foot Rub by: Unknown "Hi, Penny" - Miranda said, as she decided she wouldn't risk it. Even if something's actually fishy, her best bet is to just do her job the best she can and get the hell out of here. Not the first time she encounters a potentially creepy giant, won't the last. And Ian can't possibly even compare to some of her past experiences. There was once a man who let his cat chase Miranda over the entire apartment while filming the chase with his smartphone... She shuddered at the memory.
The woman walked to Ian's feet. The position was awkward; usually she gave massages to people lying on their bellies. That way she would have the entire sole open to her. But if Ian wanted to sit down and watch TV while she works on his peds, who is she to argue? Gotta do your best with what you have.
The angle at which the man rested his feet on the floor was also inconvenient - too low for her to walk under. Miranda sighed, braced herself and swiftly slid her body underneath the sole, lying down on her back so that she could extend her arms and rub the bottom of Ian's foot. In the corner of her eye she saw Penny kneed nearby, her gaze transfixed on Miranda. There was something unnerving about how her brown eyes followed the masseuse. It was as if the blonde was excited.
"Maybe she's just really eager to learn", Miranda thought. The girl might just have a really big heart; perhaps she can't wait to see how she can better pleasure her giant boyfriend. It was actually a rather common thing in this world of giants and tinies; having a protective giant look after your was a wonderful luxury, and people went to great lengths to make themselves worthy of a giant's attention. Miranda knew once a woman who was so devoted to her titanic man she would call him "his highness" and always asked his permission to do literally anything - even things in service to him, like cleaning up the dinner table or polishing his shoes.
Time to work.
Miranda lifted her arms and pressed her palms into the soft, wrinkly expanse of warm flesh above her. Ian's sole was like a low ceiling, and there wasn't really anything else in her field of view - not a usual sight even for her profession. The woman started slowly kneading at the skin, trying her best to get into a rhythm; she did not want to exhaust herself too early. Giving a good foot rub to a man Ian's size can take upwards of an hour, and managing her physical resources was key to getting it done and still having the strength to proceed to other body parts, should he decide he wants his shoulders or back massaged too. Miranda was familiar with all of that, albeit she knew that tinies like her do a really good job only on sensitive parts like hands, face and feet. If someone strained their back in a gym, they needed a masseuse their size; some things are simply out of a tiny girl's capabilities.
Bits of dead skin and sock lint rained onto her from Ian's sole, making her sigh again. And the smell was quickly getting into her nostrils. Ian might have been a clean guy, but feet are feet. The light odor of cheese quickly pushed out all the fresh air.
She hit an especially sensitive spot and the mighty foot above her flexed in pleasure. Miranda smiled; she loved making her clients squirm in bliss. She continued working on that spot, eliciting a couple "ahhh"s from Ian. The woman felt proud for proving her massaging art so quickly.
And then the sole she was rubbing at pushed against her arms, descending rapidly. Miranda didn't have time to even say "oh" before the vast warm blanket of Ian's foot flesh came down on her, gently pressing into the carpet. The warmth and softness of the sole enveloped her, cut the entire world out; and then, while panic was quickly rising in her alarmed consciousness, Ian's big toe gently tapped on her head, as if petting.
"Good job, girl! I liked that!" she heard from above. The guy's voice was still muffled by the foot on top of her. "Penny, make sure to take a good look at the spot she just touched".
"Yes, Sir!" exclaimed Penny in a high-pitched, unsteady tone. Ian's foot rose, returning back to its stance on the back of the heel. Miranda was left gasping, her hair and outfit slightly disheveled by the huge ped. She turned her head to the side and met with Penny face to face; the blonde was on all fours right by the side of her titanic boyfriend's foot, looking at Miranda with obvious amusement.
"C'mon, continue down there", Ian commanded from somewhere above nonchalantly, as if nothing happened. Because obviously it was totally normal to just trap her underneath his sole for a moment. Not to mention giving her a faceful of his toe flesh. And his tiny girlfriend seemed so cool with that happening in front of her...
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