The man awoke several minutes later, and barely managed to get to his feet. Then he noticed the two enormous, cream boots that lay either side of his now shrunken body. He gradually raised his gaze passed the tight trousers and blue dress until his eyes met with the gargantuan form of Daenerys Targaryen, with a sadistic smile spread across her face. He began to shout very obscene and rude thing up to his shrinker. Dany then shook her head and raised her right cream boot above her victim.
They stopped shouting when the giantess before him raised her huge boot above him. The entire sole had a thin layer of sand upon it. From the two inch heel to the worn-out sole. However, before he could attempt to reason with his captor, she lowered her boot and pinned him beneath it, then proceeding to add pressure. He struggled as his ankles were almost crushed by her heel, and his face was being flattened under her sole.
Dany was thoroughly enjoying herself as she smushed the tiny man beneath her boot. She could feel his vibrations traveling through the sole, and onto her sore foot that lay within. This gave her an idea, so she moved her foot of her victim and placed it on her lap, with her right ankle resting on her left knee. "I have decided you fate, you treacherous, backstabbing tyrant!" She boomed down at the cowering form lying in her boot print. "You spent you worthless life turning people into slaves, so it is only fitting for you to become my slave!"
The man began to whimper and cry, before getting on his knees and begging his giant goddess. Dany just looked down at the small man before her, and smirked without an inch of remorse.
The man then got to his feel and looked in horror, as Daenerys grasped the heel of her raised boot, and began to pull. Eventually, Dany yanked her boot off, and an incredibly pungent aroma filled the room. The shrunken man was brought to his knees by the scent, and Daenerys began to laugh. "I have been wearing those boots for three days straight," Dany said, as she flexed her foot, and her sweaty sole glistened in the light. "And my feet are so sore from walking. Believe me, it doesn't help when my insoles have disintegrated and I don't wear socks."
Before the small man had even a chance to run, he was snatched up by Daenerys, and held above the opening to her right boot. She then began to recoil a bit. "Wow, my feet really stink," Dany said. "I can't imagine what the smell is like for you. Anyway, If I don't feel feel you rubbing my feet, then this boot will be your coffin."
With that, he was dropped down the rancid canyon of Daenerys Targaryen's boot.
When he hit the soft ground, they smell almost knocked him unconscious, but he managed to gain a footing on the sweat soaked ground. He could not understand how such young and beautiful girl had feet that were so bad, they could bring and army to its knees. He looked up and saw her face looking down at him, smiling. Then he looked at the ground he was stood on, and frowned. The sole was so sweaty, the it was turning yellow, and at the centre was a fade number. He tried to see what it was, but the smell and humidity had warped his mind, but it looked like a number 8. Just as he looked up again, the entire boot tilted and he was sent sliding down the raised arch. The smell became more potent as he traveled further into the boot, and the heat became more and more unbearable. He then stopped in a large depression that must have been created by the giantess' sole. He could barely think now, due to the powerful oder that now encapsulated him, before the boot moved again and all light was extinguished. His heart sunk.
Daenerys felt she had given her slave enough time, so began to put on her boot. She felt the heat and humidity increase as her foot moved further into her slave's prison. Once Dany had completely replaced the boot on her smelly foot, she became a bit horny as she felt his body pinned under her enormous sole and his face trapped between her long, moist toes. "Now rub my feet!" She said through the fabric of her boot. "Also, while your down there, you can lick the filth and sweat from between my smelly toes!"
Daenerys then got to her feet, with her new insole clean her rancid feet, and headed back outside.
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