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I don't know the model. Wanted to go for something that seem a little scarier than normal to our shrunken friends.

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Brad watched as Claire picked up her sneakers, and dropped them on the ground. She turned them sideways, and all the Tinies, including Brandon, sprinted toward them, happily jumping inside. There was a perfect distribution of Tinies in each one, providing equal support for the hardworking woman. Claire turned them back up, and was about to slide them on when she saw Brad still standing there. She sat the shoes back down, and hopped down on the floor, spreading her legs out across the floor, with her left foot arriving right in front of Brad. "I do apologize for not introducing myself, after setting you down here I got distracted by my sister. She wants to borrow a few dozen of you. Anyways, hi! You'll just refer to me as 'goddess,' should be pretty easy. To be honest, I've already forgotten your name, so I'll just call you 'servant.'

Claire reached over and began caressing her soles. "To put it simply, this is your life now. You'll pick my feet clean with your mouth, as well as massaging them on the regular. You see, my feet have a problem with sweating too much, which produces a lot of problems. So I kidnapped some Tinies from relief centers, and they've been serving me faithfully." Brad was taken aback by this. He had heard of people using Tinies like this, but he never thought he'd see it firsthand. "I still have another 4 hours left, so you'll get a good tasting of what's to come!" She told Brad, and yanked him up. Despite his protests, she dropped him in her left shoe, and he nearly vomited. The people had formed a layer across the insole, but before having a chance to scream, Claire's foot crushed him. His screams drowned out by the loud squelches and giggles erupting from the shoe.

Description
I don't know the model. Wanted to go for something that seem a little scarier than normal to our shrunken friends.

Words:

Brad watched as Claire picked up her sneakers, and dropped them on the ground. She turned them sideways, and all the Tinies, including Brandon, sprinted toward them, happily jumping inside. There was a perfect distribution of Tinies in each one, providing equal support for the hardworking woman. Claire turned them back up, and was about to slide them on when she saw Brad still standing there. She sat the shoes back down, and hopped down on the floor, spreading her legs out across the floor, with her left foot arriving right in front of Brad. "I do apologize for not introducing myself, after setting you down here I got distracted by my sister. She wants to borrow a few dozen of you. Anyways, hi! You'll just refer to me as 'goddess,' should be pretty easy. To be honest, I've already forgotten your name, so I'll just call you 'servant.'

Claire reached over and began caressing her soles. "To put it simply, this is your life now. You'll pick my feet clean with your mouth, as well as massaging them on the regular. You see, my feet have a problem with sweating too much, which produces a lot of problems. So I kidnapped some Tinies from relief centers, and they've been serving me faithfully." Brad was taken aback by this. He had heard of people using Tinies like this, but he never thought he'd see it firsthand. "I still have another 4 hours left, so you'll get a good tasting of what's to come!" She told Brad, and yanked him up. Despite his protests, she dropped him in her left shoe, and he nearly vomited. The people had formed a layer across the insole, but before having a chance to scream, Claire's foot crushed him. His screams drowned out by the loud squelches and giggles erupting from the shoe.