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Continuation of this: www.deviantart.com/jony83/art/…

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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How could that idiot let this girl get away? At least that’s what you thought when you heard Beatrice had a boyfriend no more. Not even thinking about how strange it was that he had disappeared so suddenly and leaving no trace, you jumped at the opportunity, getting to go on a date with her. The evening was great, with a lot of back and forth flirting, until the best moment came: she invited to her place. Now, she had evaded your questions about her ex-boyfriend, saying in a seductive way that “you’ll find out soon”, the mystery making this even more exciting.

Reaching her place, you both went in, and the first thing she did was taking off her boots and socks. Turns out you were the idiot, as she closed the entrance door behind her and instead of making out as you expected, she pulled a strange looking gun. Before you had time to realize what was happening, she was towering you. Looking up, you were paralyzed in fear as she quickly lifted her left foot over you, her sweet smile turning wicked “This was easier than I expected” she said, before she slammed her foot on you, pinning you under her weight. Instead of popping like a grape like you expected, you just experienced a pain like you never had before as you felt your body flatten under her. Your head was the only thing that got away, but it didn’t help much, because you were struck by the most horrendous smell you had ever experienced. Hearing your tiny gags, Beatrice giggled before pinching your head between her toes, forcing you to look up. “Listen up… whatever your name was, I don’t care. You wanna know were my boyfriend is? He was there, where you are right now; for the last week at least. I moved him to his new place a couple of days ago, but he hasn’t said anything for a while” she told you, rubbing her belly. Your eyes widened in realization “I’m not gonna bother remembering your name, so from now on you are Worm. Listen up Worm, having that asshole serve as my insole and lick away the filth from my feet was the best feeling I ever had, so you are gonna fill his position. You don’t need to know anything else” Clenching her toes, she lifted you and hovered you over her tall sock, darkness looming below you “Disobey, and I’ll torture you in ways your tiny brain can’t even imagine” before sliding her foot in. You were submerged into a black void, not even a trace of light could reach the toe area you were in. The smell inside her socks just multiplied, your senses going wild, incapable of coping with such a powerful stench, the combination of pressure and humidity making breathing a daunting task. In the distance, you heard Beatrice yawning “I’m so tired I don’t feel like changing into my sleepwear! I think I’ll even keep my socks on!” The pain intensified as she stomped you on the way to her bed, before jumping onto her bed and speaking to you for the last time of the day “Ok Worm, your first task is to lick my foot clean until I fall sleep. Then you can sniff the stink away” she ordered, throwing her boots to the desk beside her bed before closing her eyes. Terrified, you lapped away the sweat and grime accumulated between her toes, each lick a cruel reminder of your new place in life, until you drifted into unconsciousness from exhaustion.

“Wakey wakey” The next day, Beatrice fished you out of her sock, giving you a mocking look “Did you have a nice night? I’m surely did” she said, not listening to your pleads as she dropped you into the other sock “But my right foot was kinda lonely, how about you keep it company for the day? HAHAHA” she laughed. Going to her desk, she fetched her boots, giggling as she inserted the foot you were in, feeling your body smush as she let her weight settle in. Giving you a couple of stomps. Beatrice smiled happily and went on with her morning. With you and her ex-boyfriend disappearing, she couldn’t shrink anyone else so people didn’t get suspicious. That meant she was going to keep you as her insole for a long, long time. You just prayed she didn’t get very hungry…

Description
Continuation of this: www.deviantart.com/jony83/art/…

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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How could that idiot let this girl get away? At least that’s what you thought when you heard Beatrice had a boyfriend no more. Not even thinking about how strange it was that he had disappeared so suddenly and leaving no trace, you jumped at the opportunity, getting to go on a date with her. The evening was great, with a lot of back and forth flirting, until the best moment came: she invited to her place. Now, she had evaded your questions about her ex-boyfriend, saying in a seductive way that “you’ll find out soon”, the mystery making this even more exciting.

Reaching her place, you both went in, and the first thing she did was taking off her boots and socks. Turns out you were the idiot, as she closed the entrance door behind her and instead of making out as you expected, she pulled a strange looking gun. Before you had time to realize what was happening, she was towering you. Looking up, you were paralyzed in fear as she quickly lifted her left foot over you, her sweet smile turning wicked “This was easier than I expected” she said, before she slammed her foot on you, pinning you under her weight. Instead of popping like a grape like you expected, you just experienced a pain like you never had before as you felt your body flatten under her. Your head was the only thing that got away, but it didn’t help much, because you were struck by the most horrendous smell you had ever experienced. Hearing your tiny gags, Beatrice giggled before pinching your head between her toes, forcing you to look up. “Listen up… whatever your name was, I don’t care. You wanna know were my boyfriend is? He was there, where you are right now; for the last week at least. I moved him to his new place a couple of days ago, but he hasn’t said anything for a while” she told you, rubbing her belly. Your eyes widened in realization “I’m not gonna bother remembering your name, so from now on you are Worm. Listen up Worm, having that asshole serve as my insole and lick away the filth from my feet was the best feeling I ever had, so you are gonna fill his position. You don’t need to know anything else” Clenching her toes, she lifted you and hovered you over her tall sock, darkness looming below you “Disobey, and I’ll torture you in ways your tiny brain can’t even imagine” before sliding her foot in. You were submerged into a black void, not even a trace of light could reach the toe area you were in. The smell inside her socks just multiplied, your senses going wild, incapable of coping with such a powerful stench, the combination of pressure and humidity making breathing a daunting task. In the distance, you heard Beatrice yawning “I’m so tired I don’t feel like changing into my sleepwear! I think I’ll even keep my socks on!” The pain intensified as she stomped you on the way to her bed, before jumping onto her bed and speaking to you for the last time of the day “Ok Worm, your first task is to lick my foot clean until I fall sleep. Then you can sniff the stink away” she ordered, throwing her boots to the desk beside her bed before closing her eyes. Terrified, you lapped away the sweat and grime accumulated between her toes, each lick a cruel reminder of your new place in life, until you drifted into unconsciousness from exhaustion.

“Wakey wakey” The next day, Beatrice fished you out of her sock, giving you a mocking look “Did you have a nice night? I’m surely did” she said, not listening to your pleads as she dropped you into the other sock “But my right foot was kinda lonely, how about you keep it company for the day? HAHAHA” she laughed. Going to her desk, she fetched her boots, giggling as she inserted the foot you were in, feeling your body smush as she let her weight settle in. Giving you a couple of stomps. Beatrice smiled happily and went on with her morning. With you and her ex-boyfriend disappearing, she couldn’t shrink anyone else so people didn’t get suspicious. That meant she was going to keep you as her insole for a long, long time. You just prayed she didn’t get very hungry…