With your body slightly off balance from leaning in, the gypsy takes advantage and grabs your throat. She sweeps a leg behind yours and brings your whole body down to the ground in one swift motion. You are too startled to react until she stands up tall with her hands on her hips and steps on your face, rubbing her grimy sole all over your nose and eyes. "There we go. Now you're right where you belong. Where all men belong. Powerless under my foot. Now be a good boy and breathe in my foot scent. Shrink for me." You breathe in quickly through your mouth and hold your breath. You don't want to get any smaller in front of this crazy woman, and you realize the only way to do that is by refusing to smell her sweaty feet waving in front of your face.
She laughs and says "Really? You think you can just hold your breath like that and you'll get away? Fine. I can wait." She taps her bare foot against your face, taunting you as you try desperately not to let any of your senses be affected by her soft, damp skin. Admittedly, she did have very nice looking feet, and you're sure if you breathed in some of it's odor, you may find that you enjoy the feeling of being dominated like this, but the stakes were just too high. You knew that if you let her win this round, it would only be a matter of minutes before she found more ways to torment you. You start to shake a bit as the lack of oxygen goes to your head. Meanwhile, Madame Rosella just traces the entirety of your face using her red-painted toes. "Oh, come on. You're going to have to breathe eventually. Go ahead. Sniff my foot, little man Just a little bit." Your face almost turns blue as you try desperately not to give into her magic. She continues to wave the smelly toes in your face, even dragging her soles across your cheeks.
With a disappointed sigh, the gypsy says "You know, this was supposed to be fun for me. I enjoy watching miserable little men shrink down from the smell of my feet. If you're not going to play along, then I'm going to stick my foot in your mouth. The taste of my foot sweat will shrink you twice as fast as merely smelling it. The choice is yours, worm." You are just about ready to pass out, knowing that if you concede to her demands and stop struggling, you'll breathe in some of her foot smell. Not only that, but opening your mouth could give her the option of putting her foot inside your mouth, leaving that awful taste lingering on your tongue and shrinking you even faster! You are fading fast, so you have to act now, before she decides to act for you...
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