Little Foot Play
The Women Are Shrinking!
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
inverseprime
As the playful tension in the room simmers, Angela stretches her legs across the bed, kicking them up slightly and wiggling her socked toes with a content sigh. "Ugh, my feet are killing me. I've been walking alllllll day."
Christian smirks, leaning closer as he grabs one of her socked feet. "Guess I'll just have to take care of that."
Angela raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened to all that 'science' you were doing?"
"Eh," he says, shrugging. "Science can wait. Your feet need me."
With that, Christian gently begins to massage Angela's socked foot, his fingers pressing into the soft, fuzzy fabric. To Angela, it's soothing and sweet.
However, to Julia, still clinging to that very sock, it's a terrifying rollercoaster of pressure and movement. The sudden squeeze from Christian's fingertips slams into the tiny girl like a wall of force. "AAGH! C'mon! Christian — STOP molesting your girlfriend's FOOT! - GAH!"
She tries to crawl away, but each squeeze tosses her around like a ragdoll tangled in sock fibers, her limbs smushed into warm fabric again and again as Christian rubs Angela's foot back and forth across his hand.
Meanwhile, the earlier shifting of the bed had sent Carrie tumbling down, right onto Christian's lap. She lands on the fabric of his pants, coughing and dazed, and only then realizes exactly where she is — on top of her son's thigh, looking up at the base of his T-shirt as he leans in closer to Angela.
Her jaw drops. "Oh no. Oh no no no — This is so wildly inappropriate!" Carrie shrieks, trying to scurry away — only to feel the bed shifting again as Christian adjusts his posture.
As if things couldn't get worse, Lauren is still trapped beneath Angela. The weight of the towering young woman presses down in slow, rhythmic movements, each subtle shift grinding the mattress fabric around Lauren, trapping her beneath the plush pressure of Angela's thigh.
She claws at the sheets, panting. "Get... OFF... I can't — Angela, you're crushing me!"
Above, Angela giggles softly. "You know, you're really good at this. You've been holding out on me."
"Yeah? I have lots of secret talents," Christian replies with a grin.
He gives Angela's foot another firm squeeze, which to Julia feels like being slammed into a wall again. She coughs and groans, barely able to free her arm as she dangles near the base of the sock. "If I survive this, I am going to KILL him."
Carrie, meanwhile, grabs hold of a belt loop on Christian's pants and desperately tries to climb up toward his shirt. "This is completely unacceptable! I didn't raise you for this!"
Lauren is muffled somewhere beneath Angela, spitting out lint. "This is a NIGHTMARE!"
Unaware of the chaos just inches away, Christian leans forward and brushes a kiss on Angela's cheek, murmuring, "You know, we could always move the experiment aside for a little while..."
Angela grins. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The bed creaks again. The shrunken women all freeze. If they don't find a way to get Christian's attention now, things are about to escalate far beyond embarrassment — and right into danger.
Christian smirks, leaning closer as he grabs one of her socked feet. "Guess I'll just have to take care of that."
Angela raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened to all that 'science' you were doing?"
"Eh," he says, shrugging. "Science can wait. Your feet need me."
With that, Christian gently begins to massage Angela's socked foot, his fingers pressing into the soft, fuzzy fabric. To Angela, it's soothing and sweet.
However, to Julia, still clinging to that very sock, it's a terrifying rollercoaster of pressure and movement. The sudden squeeze from Christian's fingertips slams into the tiny girl like a wall of force. "AAGH! C'mon! Christian — STOP molesting your girlfriend's FOOT! - GAH!"
She tries to crawl away, but each squeeze tosses her around like a ragdoll tangled in sock fibers, her limbs smushed into warm fabric again and again as Christian rubs Angela's foot back and forth across his hand.
Meanwhile, the earlier shifting of the bed had sent Carrie tumbling down, right onto Christian's lap. She lands on the fabric of his pants, coughing and dazed, and only then realizes exactly where she is — on top of her son's thigh, looking up at the base of his T-shirt as he leans in closer to Angela.
Her jaw drops. "Oh no. Oh no no no — This is so wildly inappropriate!" Carrie shrieks, trying to scurry away — only to feel the bed shifting again as Christian adjusts his posture.
As if things couldn't get worse, Lauren is still trapped beneath Angela. The weight of the towering young woman presses down in slow, rhythmic movements, each subtle shift grinding the mattress fabric around Lauren, trapping her beneath the plush pressure of Angela's thigh.
She claws at the sheets, panting. "Get... OFF... I can't — Angela, you're crushing me!"
Above, Angela giggles softly. "You know, you're really good at this. You've been holding out on me."
"Yeah? I have lots of secret talents," Christian replies with a grin.
He gives Angela's foot another firm squeeze, which to Julia feels like being slammed into a wall again. She coughs and groans, barely able to free her arm as she dangles near the base of the sock. "If I survive this, I am going to KILL him."
Carrie, meanwhile, grabs hold of a belt loop on Christian's pants and desperately tries to climb up toward his shirt. "This is completely unacceptable! I didn't raise you for this!"
Lauren is muffled somewhere beneath Angela, spitting out lint. "This is a NIGHTMARE!"
Unaware of the chaos just inches away, Christian leans forward and brushes a kiss on Angela's cheek, murmuring, "You know, we could always move the experiment aside for a little while..."
Angela grins. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The bed creaks again. The shrunken women all freeze. If they don't find a way to get Christian's attention now, things are about to escalate far beyond embarrassment — and right into danger.
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