No time to react. To escape. To shield yourself, or scream for help.
Like a deer caught in the headlight, you couldn't budge an inch in the face of your imminent extinction. You were effectively rooted to the spot by your own fear and hopelessness, forced to stare at the approaching, all-encompassing sole of the giant Viera's foot. You've only managed to let out the quietest of whimpers, before Fran bore down on you with all her unrestrained might, snuffing your minuscule form out of existence, like the insignificant bump in the road that you were...
Not.
Well, you still were an insignificant bump in the road, just one that somewhat managed to survive what should've been the end of it. You didn't know how, but in spite of the tons of flesh that's been imposed upon your frame by Fran's unaware step, you've somehow managed to withstand it all relatively unharmed... Key word being 'relatively".
Though you suffered no serious trauma from the impact, you still would rather not suffer through the experience of being trapped right underneath the ball of Fran's foot. The bottom of her sole was, as one would expected of a barefooted wanderer like her, a pretty nasty thing to witness. Sweaty, dirty, and foul-smelling to boot, it almost made you wish for Fran to just squish you like a bug, and get it over with.
Alas, it was not meant to be. For reasons beyond your understanding, Fran chose this very spot to stop in her tracks. Whether it had something to do with the beast she just killed or not, you couldn't tell. Without consideration for things that could've ended up underneath her footsteps, the Viera warrior absentmindedly twisted her foot on top of you, grinding your body further and further into the surprisingly supple, sweltering flesh of her foot. You tried to pound, scratch,and tickle her foot, hoping it would attract her attention, but nothing seemed to work. Worse still, as you got pushed further in, you found it gradually harder and harder to move, until you could do nothing but breathe in the ghastly stench of her sole... And use your mouth.
Shivers went down your spine at the thought of licking Fran's foot. To stick your tongue out like this, and then lap away at the grimy, sweaty sole in hopes in would attract the giantess's attention seemed very foolhardy. Seeing, however, that you were currently trapped beneath a foot of a gigantic Viera with no other option to get out, you regrettably chose along with it, hoping the experience won't be as bad as you feared.
Upon closing your eyes in shame and disdain, you opened your mouth, let your tongue out, and took one big, meticulous lap, dragging it over a long expanse of her foot, before forcing yourself to pull back, and 'enjoy your meal'. Weirdly enough, it turned out quite tolerable. The sweat was salty, the mesh tasted of dirt and foliage, but it was not as revolting as you expected it to be, a stark contrast to how poorly it smelled. It seems the Viera simply had a natural strong, bad musk associated with their feet. Aww, the poor girl... And poor you, for having to endure it.
Still, you didn't take that lick just to get a taste of her foot, but to get it off you. Thankfully, it seemed to yield some effect, as the flesh of her sole twitched at the touch of your wet tongue. Motivated by those results, you began lapping away at her foot more vigorously, going all over the available portion of her sole, until something seemed to give in...
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