You’re confused on how you suddenly appeared as a big sized character within the cartoon you were watching, but before you could comprehend the situation, Hayley moved her hand to you, and picked you up, placing you into her sole which was out and drenched in sweat. You try to scream, but she groans. “Don’t scream. It’ll make it worse for you and me, and you don’t want me mad. Now, you’re going to live the rest of pathetic life here, on my feet, worshipping me like the goddess I am. Your first order as slave is to lick my feet! And, uh, be a dear and clean the sweat, please.”
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