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Another entry for HelplessChime contest.

The girl in the photos is the lovely BeatriceGiganta. She does commision videos and roleplay.
You can find her on twitter: twitter.com/BeatriceGiganta

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You’ve done some stupid decisions throughout your life, but breaking up with your girlfriend Beatrice proved to be the greatest of all. But who could blame you? It was not your fault that such a seemingly sweet and caring girl had such a dark side. To the public, she was a lovingly person and what you thought would be the best girlfriend you would ever have, but that was until you started living together. She had a dominant and unstable side you did not expect, and she went from bossing you around to almost enslaving you. You had to cook for her, clean the house, buy all the stuff she wanted, massage her, the list went on. The last straw was 1 week ago, when she ordered you to rub and lick her feet clean after coming back home in a scorching hot day, so you told her it was over… but she wouldn’t have it. Looking really pissed, she pulled out a strange gun and fired at you, with the world around you suddenly expanding. You had heard some news from USA where men had been shrunk and slaved by the female population, but you didn’t expect that trend to come here so quickly. Soon enough, she towered over you, lifting her feet and looking down at you with contempt “I don’t think you realize how lucky you were to be my boyfriend. But don’t worry, I’ll show you your place” and with that, she brought her foot down on you. You raised your hands in vein, as she smashed you effortlessly, but you didn’t die, you just got flattened under her weight, her giant body crushing you into nothing as she twisted her foot

Beatrice could be deceptive, manipulative, and downright evil, but you've had to hand it to her, she was crafty. She used the same gun to shrink some rope, and with amazing dexterity, she tied you up to her sweaty feet. You begged for mercy, something she found hysterical as she fastened your binds, just to stomp you flat while she tied the other end of the rope around her ankle. Not only your begging did not accomplish anything, but during your pleas some of her disgusting sweat got into your mouth. Above you, she felt your cries against her foot, enjoying it so much she actually encouraged you to continue “C’mon slave, beg, beg for your goddess” The stench hit you hard, a vinegary smell so strong it would chase you into your darkest nightmares, making your nostrils burn as you trashed against your restraints. You heard Beatrice moan as she felt your body struggling under her “And this is just the beginning slave. Oh, I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born”

That was one week ago. For seven days, Beatrice kept you as her living insole, your shirt shredded away by her twisting and grinding. Her giant sole crushed you countless times, making your body almost turn two dimensional, and that was the most forgiving part. Nothing, nor the pummeling of her foot or the sweat generated from her pores, could compare to the raw stink that emanated from her skin. The already sweltering sole released a stench so potent you felt your mind try to tear itself apart, the intensity of this hellish aroma only multiplying due to your size. And Beatrice basked in every moment of your torture, taunting you “My foot is your new girlfriend now, give it a kiss!”, “You are so puny, I can feel your bones bending!” and giving you commands nonstop “Phew, my feet stink after that walk. Come on worm, Inhale deeply” “Lick my footsweat or I’ll stomp you to oblivion” “Nah, good job bitch, but I feel like trampling you anyways” Finally, the seventh day, she untied the broken mess that was your body, falling flat on the ground. Beatrice picked you, and held you in front of her eyes. She looked rather, bored…

“Well slave, all good things must come to an end. You know it’s still illegal to have tinies in Spain, and I’m not gonna risk anyone finding you, so I have to get rid of you” her bored expression changed, her lips twisting into an evil smile “I hope you taste good after being my foot bitch for days” her maw opened, ready to welcome its prey. You didn’t scream or resist, you already were a whimpering mess when you landed on her tongue. Beatrice toyed with you till the end, slowly retracting her tongue, knowing that you couldn’t escape. Even if you tried to jump out, she would just stomp you and drop you back in. You sobbed when her she shut her mouth, her teeth marking the point of no return. Her voice reverberated around you as she trashed your body around with her tongue, drenching you in saliva, and you spent your final moments regretting the moment your life crossed with this wicked woman.

GULP

That’s how your days ended, sliding down the throat of your goddess. Ironically, you broke up with her, but in the end, she was the one that broke you.

Description
Another entry for HelplessChime contest.

The girl in the photos is the lovely BeatriceGiganta. She does commision videos and roleplay.
You can find her on twitter: twitter.com/BeatriceGiganta

Caption text below

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You’ve done some stupid decisions throughout your life, but breaking up with your girlfriend Beatrice proved to be the greatest of all. But who could blame you? It was not your fault that such a seemingly sweet and caring girl had such a dark side. To the public, she was a lovingly person and what you thought would be the best girlfriend you would ever have, but that was until you started living together. She had a dominant and unstable side you did not expect, and she went from bossing you around to almost enslaving you. You had to cook for her, clean the house, buy all the stuff she wanted, massage her, the list went on. The last straw was 1 week ago, when she ordered you to rub and lick her feet clean after coming back home in a scorching hot day, so you told her it was over… but she wouldn’t have it. Looking really pissed, she pulled out a strange gun and fired at you, with the world around you suddenly expanding. You had heard some news from USA where men had been shrunk and slaved by the female population, but you didn’t expect that trend to come here so quickly. Soon enough, she towered over you, lifting her feet and looking down at you with contempt “I don’t think you realize how lucky you were to be my boyfriend. But don’t worry, I’ll show you your place” and with that, she brought her foot down on you. You raised your hands in vein, as she smashed you effortlessly, but you didn’t die, you just got flattened under her weight, her giant body crushing you into nothing as she twisted her foot

Beatrice could be deceptive, manipulative, and downright evil, but you've had to hand it to her, she was crafty. She used the same gun to shrink some rope, and with amazing dexterity, she tied you up to her sweaty feet. You begged for mercy, something she found hysterical as she fastened your binds, just to stomp you flat while she tied the other end of the rope around her ankle. Not only your begging did not accomplish anything, but during your pleas some of her disgusting sweat got into your mouth. Above you, she felt your cries against her foot, enjoying it so much she actually encouraged you to continue “C’mon slave, beg, beg for your goddess” The stench hit you hard, a vinegary smell so strong it would chase you into your darkest nightmares, making your nostrils burn as you trashed against your restraints. You heard Beatrice moan as she felt your body struggling under her “And this is just the beginning slave. Oh, I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born”

That was one week ago. For seven days, Beatrice kept you as her living insole, your shirt shredded away by her twisting and grinding. Her giant sole crushed you countless times, making your body almost turn two dimensional, and that was the most forgiving part. Nothing, nor the pummeling of her foot or the sweat generated from her pores, could compare to the raw stink that emanated from her skin. The already sweltering sole released a stench so potent you felt your mind try to tear itself apart, the intensity of this hellish aroma only multiplying due to your size. And Beatrice basked in every moment of your torture, taunting you “My foot is your new girlfriend now, give it a kiss!”, “You are so puny, I can feel your bones bending!” and giving you commands nonstop “Phew, my feet stink after that walk. Come on worm, Inhale deeply” “Lick my footsweat or I’ll stomp you to oblivion” “Nah, good job bitch, but I feel like trampling you anyways” Finally, the seventh day, she untied the broken mess that was your body, falling flat on the ground. Beatrice picked you, and held you in front of her eyes. She looked rather, bored…

“Well slave, all good things must come to an end. You know it’s still illegal to have tinies in Spain, and I’m not gonna risk anyone finding you, so I have to get rid of you” her bored expression changed, her lips twisting into an evil smile “I hope you taste good after being my foot bitch for days” her maw opened, ready to welcome its prey. You didn’t scream or resist, you already were a whimpering mess when you landed on her tongue. Beatrice toyed with you till the end, slowly retracting her tongue, knowing that you couldn’t escape. Even if you tried to jump out, she would just stomp you and drop you back in. You sobbed when her she shut her mouth, her teeth marking the point of no return. Her voice reverberated around you as she trashed your body around with her tongue, drenching you in saliva, and you spent your final moments regretting the moment your life crossed with this wicked woman.

GULP

That’s how your days ended, sliding down the throat of your goddess. Ironically, you broke up with her, but in the end, she was the one that broke you.