"You need to learn some respect in the presence of a god." Derrick doesn't have much time to react or to squirm free from Solas's grasp. The giant is holding him in his fist tightly and the little farmer finds himself struggling to breathe. Then in a quick movement, the hand drags the farmer to the lower regions of the god's muscular body laying before him like a mountainside of bronze muscles. He quickly passes over the gigantic nipples with curls of hair around the areolae. Then quickly over the crotch of the giant which is barely covered by a thin thong. Something enormous throbs furiously beneath the see-through layer of white cloth.
But the journey around the giant's body doesn't stop through. Before taking in the sight of the godly crotch the farmer is pushed into a much different kind of smelly body part. To Solas it already feels incredible: the tiny man struggling and pushing himself into the curling wrinkles of his sole. His toes shake to grab him but the tiny farmer is struggling in what must be like a sea of wrinkling scrunching footflesh.
"Is this your first time being a foot slave? You're already so good at it!" Solas laughs and enjoys the struggles of his brand new foot-toy.
Derrick is trapped until the giant issues his next command.
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