Your shrinking experience comes to a halt when you find yourself facing Poison Ivy’s gigantic bare feet. Each of them now seems to be the size of a bus. You look up in horror to find the red head smiling down on you.

“Looks like my formula worked.” She says rubbing her hands in glee.

Now that you’re too small for the vines to hold in place, you do what anyone else would do when confronted by an evil giantess…you try to run away!!!!

Ivy quickly stops your escape by pressing her left foot over your back trapping you under her sole.

“Uh uh uh” She teases. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You groan under the weight of Ivy’s foot. The villainess doesn’t step on you with her full weight but she applies enough pressure to keep you firmly pressed against the ground.
Giggling, She rolls you over with her foot and traps your face between her toes forcing you to stare up at her.

“You definitely look much cuter at this size.” She announces.

"Get off of me!!" You shout. Underneath her foot, you begin to struggle with all your might trying your best to escape. Unfortunately getting out from under Ivy’s foot proves just as difficult as escaping the vines.

Ivy moans as she feels you squirm under her sole. “That feels rather nice!!” She informs you. “In fact I want you to keep struggling just like that.”

Before you can respond, Ivy begins rubbing her humongous foot against you using your tiny struggling body as a foot massager for the next 30 minutes. By the time you finish massaging every crevice of Ivy’s left foot you’re panting exhausted.

“Aww…are you tired?” She teases. “Two bad you still have to do my other foot.”
Ivy’s left foot comes off of you but you don’t have the energy to run away. Knowing this, the plant villainess decides to tease you by slowly bringing her right foot towards you enjoying your increasing terror.

After 5 minutes of being forced to be a foot massager for Ivy’s right foot, you’re too tired to even struggle anymore. Ivy solves this problem by pressing her foot harder against you forcing you to quickly resume wriggling around. Eventually, 25 minutes later, Ivy has used you to massage ever part of both her soles. All you want to do is rest but the plant queen has other ideas.

“That wasn’t a bad start.” Ivy says pulling her foot off of you. “But I was still working too hard to get my feet massaged. Let’s try it again but this time I get to sit back and relax while you carry out the massage.”

You watch as the giantess sits down in front of you and extends her feet towards you. Ivy smirks and looks at you expectantly.

“Well aren’t you going to get started?” She asks playfully poking you with her toes.

What do you do?