Stuck to the masseuse's hand instead!
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
“Okay, you should be all good to go!” The masseuse says cheerily, oblivious to your tiny body crushed against her thumb. Any memory of you had slipped both the giantess’ minds. “Great! Thanks for the massage, I feel amazing!” Shannon says as she happily exits the room, passing by a woman entering on her way out.
“Hey, I’m your next client.” The woman says nonchalantly, hanging up her cell phone. The masseuse is surprised to see her next client so soon, but she smiles warmly and welcomes her regardless. “Hi, nice to meet you! What would you like first?” The woman gets comfortable on the massage table and kicks off her high heels, revealing her sore, sweaty bare feet. “I could really use a foot massage first, my feet have been killing me all morning.” The masseuse is taken aback by the smell, but she endures it like a pro.
Just as you were making progress unsticking yourself from the masseuse’s thumb, the masseuse presses you deep into the tired businesswoman’s hot, smelly sole, smushing you flat against it. She presses you flatter into the sole as massages her client’s feet, pressing into painfully with her thumbs. As you screamed internally with each press, the businesswoman moaned slightly in pleasure. You were forced to endure being constantly squished into this woman’s smelly foot for the rest of the massage.
When the masseuse finished, she asks “Okay, anything else bothering you? Stiff shoulders maybe?” but the woman is content. “No no, the foot rub was enough. That was really wonderful. I’ll be leaving now.” To your horror, the woman slipped her feet back into her black pumps and stood up, smushing you under her tremendous weight with a tiny squelch. The woman notices this sensation, but doesn’t know if it’s worth investigating or not.
“Hey, I’m your next client.” The woman says nonchalantly, hanging up her cell phone. The masseuse is surprised to see her next client so soon, but she smiles warmly and welcomes her regardless. “Hi, nice to meet you! What would you like first?” The woman gets comfortable on the massage table and kicks off her high heels, revealing her sore, sweaty bare feet. “I could really use a foot massage first, my feet have been killing me all morning.” The masseuse is taken aback by the smell, but she endures it like a pro.
Just as you were making progress unsticking yourself from the masseuse’s thumb, the masseuse presses you deep into the tired businesswoman’s hot, smelly sole, smushing you flat against it. She presses you flatter into the sole as massages her client’s feet, pressing into painfully with her thumbs. As you screamed internally with each press, the businesswoman moaned slightly in pleasure. You were forced to endure being constantly squished into this woman’s smelly foot for the rest of the massage.
When the masseuse finished, she asks “Okay, anything else bothering you? Stiff shoulders maybe?” but the woman is content. “No no, the foot rub was enough. That was really wonderful. I’ll be leaving now.” To your horror, the woman slipped her feet back into her black pumps and stood up, smushing you under her tremendous weight with a tiny squelch. The woman notices this sensation, but doesn’t know if it’s worth investigating or not.
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April 23, 2025
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