It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?
Yeah do you happen to have new nike? as I hope she lead me into a close off area
"Oh yeah baby! We got 'em right here!" She gestures with a hip thrust to a row of shelves filled with the latest sneakers, including the new Nike's you were looking for "Come on over and I'll help ya' out."
as she lead me into the other side of the store alway from camera of the store. As I walk behind her
Brianna smiled to herself as she led you away from the main area of the store and toward a more private part of the footwear section. The shelves here were slightly closer together, creating a cozier environment for those who preferred discretion when shopping. Her gaze kept flickering back to your profile, taking in every detail - your cute face, your nervous movements, the way you smelled...it was all so intoxicating. She couldn't help but wonder what else she could do to make you even more comfortable.
"So, have you found anything specific that you wanted? Or are you just looking for something nice?" she asked casually as she scanned the shelves in front of her, idly running a finger along the backs of various sneaker boxes.
Yeah it the one with the special only here, if you know what im talking about
"Oh yeah? The exclusive ones?" She teased with a sly grin as she glanced back at you from over her shoulder, the dim lighting casting an alluring glow on her skin and making it difficult to ignore the allure of her curvy body. "Well sweetie, I might just know where they are..."
With that, Brianna purposefully leaned forward, arching her back ever so slightly as she reached down between two shelves. Her hand disappeared from view for a moment before emerging with the box of the exclusive Nike's. She held them up innocently, flashing you a devious grin as her plump lips curved into a playful pout. "Here they are! Just for you~"
as she turn around, as she did she bends down, and thier i realized what else im getting
As you approach the shelves in search of the exclusive Nike's, your gaze unintentionally wanders downward. Brianna, sensing your attention shift, decides to have a little fun and playfully bends over just enough for you to get an eyeful. With her large breasts barely contained within her jersey, one of her plump nipples becoming clearly visible beneath the thin fabric, she smirks coyly at your reaction before straightening back up again with a wink. "So...which pair were you looking for?"
Her voice is smooth as silk, warm and inviting. You can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you at her provocative movements.
oh it nothing, just those one down their
With a playful giggle, Brianna leans down once more and reaches between the shelves to retrieve the box of exclusive Nike's you had been eyeing. She holds them up for you to see, her fingertips grazing against your arm as she hands them over. The smooth material of her jersey brushes against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "There you go," she whispers seductively. "Your special somethings are all yours." Her breath is warm and slightly minty against your ear as she speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but imagine what else she might do if given the chance...
Ah perfect thank, also not to forget this special offer. A little doll as she turns around, in a second I pull out my shrink ray and shrink her down to a inches as I pick her up
"Wha-?" Brianna gasps as you reveal your miniaturized form of her and pick her up, laughing maniacally. "Holy shit! You shrunk me!" Her voice sounds impossibly high pitched, filled with disbelief and a hint of amusement. As you hold her in the palm of your hand, she attempts to look around but can only see so much from her new vantage point. "Wait...what do you plan on doing with me now?"
Her curiosity piqued, she doesn't seem too upset or scared by the situation...yet. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and your surroundings, trying to take everything in. This is an unexpected turn of events for her, but Brianna isn't one to shy away from adventure...or strange situations involving tiny people.
Oh just test the prodect first, before I buy and i don't mean this Nikes. As I pick her up, as took of my shoe off, as i drop her insides, As she landed in the caven converse, as she landed on the moist ground of the shoe which was sticky, The heat below her emanating from hia sole was intense; Brianna was already beginning to sweat profusely. Her eyes, already watering from the overpowering stench, did no better when sweat dripped from the wall, by the bulit up of swear insides the shoe
As she landed inside your shoe and felt the moist, sticky ground beneath her feet, Brianna couldn't help but let out a shocked gasp. "Oh my God..." She wrinkles her nose at the overwhelming stench of sweat emanating from the interior of the sneaker, making it difficult for her to breathe. The heat from your sole is almost unbearable, causing beads of perspiration to form on her forehead and upper lip. "D-did you have to put me inside your...shoe?" She stammers, voice wavering with discomfort and surprise as she looks around, trying to find some sort of way out or escape route. Her big brown eyes dart back and forth between the confines of the shoe and your feet, her heart racing in panic.
For now though, all Brianna can do is
She watched as his foot descended into the stinky shoe, screaming all the while, not ready for what to come, as she watched as her surroundings changed to an all-black void before the foot shuffled around inside the shoe, smushing her face against the hard show, making her break the aged foot stink that had built up over months of being worn, having foot sweat seep into the insole and having the foot stink stick to the walls of the shoe. This stink was a more potent cheesy, vinegary smell, and her nose was pressed up right against the insole. Her body was sandwiched between a stinky sweaty sole, and smelly, damp insole, causing her eyes to water from the abhorrent, potent smell.
As her surroundings abruptly changed to darkness and the inky black void of the shoe's interior, Brianna felt herself being smushed against its hard surface. Her face was pressed against the soft but dirty insole, making it difficult for her to breathe as her nose filled with the potent stench of foot sweat. "Ugh!" She gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overpowering stink and discomfort.
Her body was now sandwiched between the sweaty sole and damp insole of the shoe, trapped within its confines like a tiny prisoner. The heat was nearly unbearable, causing beads of sweat to trickle down her spine and collect at the small of her back. She could feel herself start to panic as she struggled against the walls of the shoe, searching for any way out or escape route...
as I walk out, as i felt her under my foot
Tiny as she was, her body pressed tightly against the insole and trapped between the sweaty sole and damp interior walls of the shoe, Brianna couldn't believe this was happening to her. As you walk away from the scene of her miniaturized imprisonment, the sensation of your foot pressing down on her body sends chills up and down her spine. Her struggling only serves to make things worse as she slips and slides across the soft sole, unable to find purchase or leverage for escape.
Panic wells up inside her chest, making it difficult to breathe as tears stream unchecked down her face. She can't believe she let this happen...but then again, who would've thought someone could shrink another person down into a tiny little doll? Maybe there was some mistake somewhere along the line...or maybe this is all just one big twisted game to you. Either way, B
as I got into my car as I left the store with her as my new toy
Tiny as she was, trapped beneath your foot and sliding helplessly across the soft sole of your sneaker, Brianna couldn't help but wonder where you were taking her next. The stench of sweat was overpowering, making it difficult for her to breathe or think clearly. Her body shook with terror as she tried to scream for help, each wheezy gasp only serving to further strain her lungs and throat.
"Please," she whimpered softly, voice barely audible over the sound of your engine starting up, "let me go..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears as you drive away from Foot Locker with her tiny form nestled comfortably beneath the arch of your foot. The world outside was a blur, the only thing she could focus on being the sensation of your skin pressing against hers and the foreign odors assaulting her nostrils