You can feel heat radiating off her sole as you get closer, saliva building up in your mouth. You position your hand against the foot you’ve seen in your dreams. It is almost embarrassing how much time you’ve spent thinking about her “widdles tootsies”. Giving them a weak squeeze, bolts of electricity run through your body. Kneeling down, you place a kiss on her pinky.

You climb atop one of her chubby toes, pressing your entire body against Bea’s sole. With your face sinking into the soft flesh, you take deep breaths of the warm air. The scent is intoxicating, making your head dizzy. Moaning out the word “goddess,” your face becomes red from the mixture of heat and embarrassment. 

Unable to control yourself, you take out your throbbing cock, rubbing it against the wrinkles of her sole. The sleeping giantess scrunches her sole in response, the flesh now snuggly wrapping around your shaft. You grab the hold of the folds for support and begin thrusting your hips. “I want you to humiliate me” you add, closing your eyes and clenching your teeth. It is the best footjob you’ve ever received in your entire life, with you finding it difficult to stop yourself from cumming. 

You want to savor this moment for as long as possible, but you cannot win against her feet. The sensation soon boils over, with you bursting all over her toes. You try to calm your shaking body as you sit down, using the pale pad of the toes as a cushion for your head. Your seed begins dripping down, yet appears like nothing more than a tiny drop of some sticky liquid to regular humans. Despite this, you can feel your balls completely drained. 

Recovering from the pleasure, you place your head snuggly between her large and second toe. After all the excitement, you are ready to fall asleep. Letting out a loud yawn, you adjust your head. This was a grave mistake. 

As a reflex, Bea once again scrunches her toes, her unconscious body feeling some bothersome bug disturbing her sleep. You are unable to scream as the two walls of flesh descend upon you, compressing tightly against the back and front of your skull. Lifting your arms, you try fighting against them, but it is no use. It feels like your head is in a vice as the annoyance caused by your existence continues. Fighting back becomes difficult as the air is squeezed out of your lungs. 

You begin gasping for oxygen, but it is not enough. You are nothing more than a pathetic insect, and she is going to dispose of you like one. With one final squeeze, your neck snaps with a satisfying crunch, and your body goes limp.  

Bea smiles in her sleep, feeling the annoyance disappear. 

Over the next few days, your corpse has been repeatedly stomped on and walked over, resulting in you becoming indiscernible from the floor’s grime before being swept up during cleaning. After all, you really were nothing more than dirt.