You are pressed in a difficult situation and had no other option. "I will massage your feet," you say reluctantly. "Good choice my friend. I won't let you go until I am satisfied." You are constricted in his hand with nowhere else to run. He laid you face up on the carpet and pressed his right foot on top of your body. Brandon put enough pressure on you so that you wouldn't escape. "Start rubbing my toes!" Brandon spoke in a malevolent voice. Your hands were free and had enough space to move them around. You started with the littlest toe and rubbed it wit both hands. You worked from one toe to the other, caressing each with a tender touch. Brandon continues to laugh out of sheer amusement with each touch.
Brandon puts his foot up and pins you to the ground with his other foot. You massage each toe the same as you did the last ones. You kept rubbing and rubbing, hoping now to be let free. Brandon lifts his foot up and grabs you again. You mercifully cry with all of your energy, "Please, please, PLEASE turn me back to normal! I love your ass, I love your feet. But please, I want to be my size again!" Brandon still has a smile on his face and you cannot tell how much sympathy he has for you. Brandon...
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