I chuckle nervously at the thought of being Rachel’s pet, but I can’t deny the excitement coursing through me. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Rachel, and being at her mercy like this only intensifies my feelings. Rachel scoops me into her palm and carries me over to her bed, setting me down on the soft comforter. She grins down at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, little guy, what do you want to do first?”
I shrug, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden shift in scale. “I don’t know; what do you suggest?”
Rachel leans down, her face inches away from mine. “Well, how about we start with a little game?” she suggests, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll give you a head start, and then I’ll come after you and catch you. If I win, you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day. If you win, well... we’ll figure out a prize for you.” She winks at me, and I can feel my heart racing excitedly.
“Okay, sounds fair,” I agree, trying to sound confident even though I know there’s no way I’ll be able to outrun Rachel at this size.
“Great,” she says, standing up and stretching her arms. “I’ll count to ten and then come after you. Ready?” I nod, my stomach churning with anticipation.“One...two...three...” Rachel starts counting, and I take off running across the bed, my legs pumping as fast as they can go. I can hear Rachel’s footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer, and I know I won’t make it to the edge of the bed before she catches me.
“Gotcha!” Rachel’s fingers close around my tiny body, lifting me off the bed and holding me tightly in her palm. “Looks like you lose, little guy,” she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Now, what should I make you do?” I squirm in her hand, wondering what she has planned.
“Well, since you lost the game,” Rachel says, tracing her finger across my body, “I think you should become my foot warmer.” She grins wickedly at me, slipping off her socks before depositing me on the ground. Rachel’s feet look enormous and overpowering from my point of view. They are so large that they almost fill up my entire vision, and her toenails are perfectly manicured and painted a deep shade of pink. Her skin is smooth and flawless, like polished marble.
Then, Rachel begins to press me between her feet lightly. I can feel the warmth and softness of her soles as she rubs them together, rubbing me back and forth between them. I squirm, feeling a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at being used as a foot warmer. But Rachel seems to be enjoying herself, her eyes closed in pleasure as she flexes her toes and massages my tiny body with her feet.
After a while, Rachel places me back on the ground. “Now I want you to kiss my feet.” I hesitate, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Go on, don’t be shy,” she says, her voice playful yet firm. I hesitate for another second, then lean forward and press my lips against her foot. Rachel giggles, then shivers slightly as my lips linger on her skin.
“Well, that was fun,” she says, her voice filled with amusement. “So, little guy, what should we do next?” she asks, her voice low and seductive.
I can feel myself getting hard in my tiny shorts, my body responding to her touch in ways I never would have imagined. “Whatever you want, Rachel,” I say, my voice trembling with desire.
She grins, leaning down to kiss me gently. “Good,” she whispers. “Because I have a lot of ideas. First, you should spend some time...
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