Akira tried to back away from the pair of sisters, immediately regretting his decision to go with Makoto. He couldn't imagine the sheer hatred Sae had for him for cheating on her precious little sister with eight other women. However, he felt little remorse as he realized that if he had chance, he would have tried to date Sae as well.
I have a problem, he thought, still staring up at the two giant women.
His problems were beginning to intensify as Sae's hand wrapped around him. As much as he tried to keep collected, he couldn't help but sweat nervously as Sae's eyes pierced through him.
Sae shifted in her seat before kicking her feet up on the table. Akira stumbled backwards as Sae's nylon clad feet towered over him. He stifled a gag as a wave of hot, stale air fell over him.
"Make yourself useful," Sae spat.
Akira looked up at Makoto for help. However, it didn't work as she continued to keep her stone faced glare. He couldn't blame her.
With a grimace on his face, Akira stepped forwards and brought his hands against the sweaty sole of the giantess. His face scrunched as he tried his best to ignore the smell. It didn't work. He couldn’t help but notice that the skin was slightly chaffed, likely caused by the hours on her feet at work.
“Are you even trying?” Sae taunted. “If you’re not going to put any effort, then I’m going to use you as an insole.”
Akira grimaced at the idea. He didn’t even want to imagine the wright of the giantess planted on him. He wasn’t even sure what would be worse, being trapped beneath her heel or her toes considering both would be wore the most pressure would be while she was on her feet.
Sae smirked as she looked at the tiny cheater at her feet. His massage grew more intense after she made her comment. She fought the urge to laugh, deciding not to humiliate him further. That was as far as her mercy would go however.
“Y-You’re scaring him…” Makoto mumbled under her breath.
Makoto couldn’t help but watch as her nine-timing boyfriend serviced her older sister’s feet. She tried her best to shake away the happy memories with Akira by reminding herself that he was seeing other women at the time.
Exhausted, Akira collapsed onto his back. He had managed to stash away his pride for a good few minutes as he massaged Sae’s feet.
“Pathetic,” Sae commented. “You haven’t even started with Makoto’s massage.”
“Th-that’s alright, sis,” Makoto stammered. “He looks exhausted.”
“Don’t pity him,” Sae argued. “He should not get away with it.”
Makoto looked down at the tiny boy. She found herself grinding her teeth, unsure of what to do. She hated that she still had feelings for him. A part of her wanted to just grab him and run, but she kept rigid, knowing that she just had to punish her now tiny boyfriend. She took a seat next to Sae and propped her feet up on the coffee table. Normally, Sae would have never allowed it but there was some extraneous circumstances this time around. She was just following her sister’s lead.
“Well?” Makoto asked. “Get to work.”
Grimacing, Akira forced himself up and awkwardly ambled his way towards Makoto’s feet. he placed is hands on her sole, which was noticeably softer than Sae’s. He figured that she spent less time on her feet and probably took better care of them too. Aside from the smell of stale leather from her boots, Akira could make out a hint of peppermint, either the soap she used or some kind of lotion most likely.
To cope with his current station, Akira shut his brain off and began to mindlessly work on Makoto’s feet, moving his arms in a circular motion. He looked more like a zombie than a person at that point, but it helped him get through the demeaning task of massaging feet at an inch or so tall.
His body gave out after about a half-hour of rubbing. This was pretty bad, he didn't even want to think about what his other girlfriends had in store.