Leg day The magical size bracelet chapter 5 by funfactmaker

You decide to just massage his legs, and contribute your futile efforts to the gigantic being clearly more deserving of anything you ever had.

Quietly sneaking into his sneaker, you shrunken yourself slightly to 2 inches so you can better fit in it.

Inside the sneakers was nothing but pure virile scent of sweat that quickly drowned out any thoughts you had. You put your hands to work and made sure his foot was well taken care of.

Time goes by quickly and Ryan is in a practice match, the rapid repositioning causing earthquakes to your petite self. The thought that his mere walks was enough to shake your entire being, that you were so insignificantly powerless to stop him if he were to press his feet onto your fragile bones was so deeply arousing, even with the knowledge that you could opt out any time and was not in any danger.

Then..