As her huge toes move, dragging themselves across the moist nylons threads seeking to caress themselves against their surface you find yourself trapped between the threads of the garment around yourself. The playful movements of her feet, feeding the fabric between her toes and pressing them against its surface gradually pulling the area with you in it towards their massive forms. You watch as the glistening surface of her sole and toes flexes and moves, the area this close to her flesh now hot with sweat as it falls from her skin and washes through the fabric around you.
In undulating motions as she playfully moves her toes, unaware of your presence in the sea of nylon beneath her pulling you towards them like a current as she enjoys the feeling of the wet fabric beneath her soles and across the sides and undersides of her toes. You watch in horror as the massive walls of flesh grind the fabric between themselves, each motion pulling you deeper into the area of nylon recessing between them as the odor of her effort stained feet assaults your nostrils at this distance, loosened from within the crevices of her toes causing you to become faint with its overpowering scent as you futilely struggle against the fabric now tightly wrapped around you. Far above you hear a relaxed sigh wash outwards from beyond the shadows of the giantess's legs as her wiggling toes begin to pull the section of nylon with you tangled inside below her arched foot, her wrinkled sole flexing as the area becomes wet with the gathered moisture and sweat venting from her flesh. The grinding sound of the nylon sliding between her toes begins to fill your ears and you fight for breaths between the layers of fluid washing over you as your mouth and nose become filled with her scent and the salty taste of her sweat. Spitting and coughing, gasping and wiggling to free your tangled arm and legs from the threads wrapped around them, you watch as he huge toes spread before you, and close together again, toying with the surface of the nylon and tossing your body around as it moves.
Bending her long toes together to gather the fabric and rubbing it against each, carrying the garment across their surface to clean and stimulate her feet was a casual and simple motion to Alicia, slowly rubbing her breasts and shoulders, sore from her armor as she enjoyably pressed the nylons against and between her dirty toes and wiped her soles across them. "Augh I'm covered in filth.. this is what I get for walking around in my armor all day.. although I guess its good that I did.." She shifts slightly in her seat pulling the confiscated garb of the prince, her only evidence of his whereabouts out from underneath herself and holds them to her face briefly inhaling the still sweet scent of his royal incenses and oils upon them. "Poor prince.. I wonder where he is.. I hope he's alright.." Holding the robes in her hand she looks down at her body, still glistening with sweat, and her disheveled hair and clothing laying across the bed and floor, blushing as she continues to move her feet, finding a pleasurable stray object in the nylons to toy with and slowly running her hand down her own chest and stomach, looking at the coating of liquid on her fingertips displeased. "I suppose it's good he isn't here to see me like this.. or smell me for that matter.. heh.. he probably wouldn't like that, I can smell my feet from here.. they really have to do something about the design of this armor." Holding the garb to her face again she inhales deeply of the rich perfumes and the scent of the man who wore it, unfamiliar to such smells she found herself slightly aroused to be in possession of the royal prince's bed-chamber garments. "I wonder what he would.. think of me." she continues to run her hand across her own breasts, beginning to toy with herself as her mind began to wonder about the attractive young man. "Maybe he'd.. like the smell.. of a dirty girl like me.." She says to herself as she inhales again pressing the robe into her face as her hand begins to wander down the surface of her stomach inbetween her legs.
Far below you watched as the light faded around you, the walls of flesh, her toes pressing into the nylon and curling towards you as her sole completely darkened the area overhead and you felt the sea of fabric around yourself dragged in-between the playful toes of the massive girl. As your vision fills with the pale color of her skin you feel your body compressed by the warm pillars of flesh, finding their soft surfaces slick to the touch as the press against your face and body and the heated moisture and scent of her body overpowering as your small form is squished between the toes along with the nylons forcing your face and head across the surface of her toe crevice and covering you with a layer of slime and debris gathered there from her exercise.
You open your mouth to breath but you watch as the toes continue to manuever themselves over and around you, bending and pressing their way through the fabric seeking to pleasure themselves against it, and falling around you their tips begin to search for your form, pushing and pressing the warm soft flesh at the end of her toes down across the surface of your face and upper body. Then opening themselves around it and pressing you into the ball of her foot as they slowly drag through the nylons to curl around you forcing you and the fabric entangling you into the area beneath her toes and playfully scrunching the now darkened and soaked mass around you as her sweat fills your mouth and stings your eyes.
Slowly your world becomes a moving ocean of flesh, fabric and dim light moving around you. Your consciousness ebbs as your body fights for oxygen in-between breaths filled with her scent and fluids, your limbs held tightly against your body as its moved between and against her toes, at their mercy. You try to scream and swallow more of her sweat, now covered in the grime of her daily route, as she uses your form to clean the bottom of her feet against her nylons.
From above, you hear her moaning, breathing heavily as her body shudders. The long toes curl around your body and begin to compress your arms against you, your head sticking into the crevice between her largest and second toe. She grips your body tightly between them twisting and moving it with her toes and squeezes it against their undersides as the heat from her flesh intensifies and the area around you fills with her sweat and the grime from in-between her toes filling your mouth and lungs as the crushing pain from the pressure around you begins to blacken your sight as..
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