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"The Lusty Gargantuan Maid: Vol. 1" (Video) [Free Content: 3 Free Photos/ Final Chapter of Story] [$$ Content: ( 2 Min Video) - POV Foot Play, Shoe Play, Foot Crush, Foot Worship, Solo Play/Panty Entrapment] Confused somewhat still at this point, I cautiously step over the tiny people gathering around me to a chorus of cheering and shouting sounds from below. Reaching into the bag I grab my phone and hold it up seeing that I’ve received a new message from the client who hired me in the first place. Opening it, I stand carefully placing my feet on the carpet away from the tiny moving forms on the floor and read it, muttering to myself somewhat out-loud. “Greetings, Miss Heart. We assume by now you have realized the true nature of the request you accepted. Please do not be alarmed or question your own sight or senses, all you see before you is real. Do not worry about the ones who’s lives are lost beneath your shoes or body, all that are here- came willingly.” The message reads in a weird stoic seeming tone. “What the- what the fuck. What is that supposed to mean? What is all this shit? What’s going on here exactly and what do you mean “do not worry about them” I’m pretty sure I just, well… you know- apparently. There’s barely anything left of them. God, just tell me- what am I supposed to do here exactly??” I type as a response, watching as the chat window flashes and my message is answered almost instantly. “We apologize for misleading you, and any shock you may be experiencing. We assure you everything is fine, and you are performing the required task to an excess of what was expected of you. To ease your mind and allow you to perhaps enjoy yourself as well in this exchange there are some things we should explain-“ “Firstly: Every miniaturized inhabitant of that building that you may find, has come to this “event”, and taken the shrinking serum contained within the night’s drinks of their own volition. All of these individuals are among the world’s super rich, mostly publicly unknown investors and producers, who have paid copious amounts of money to our group’s supplier of said serum.” “It is unlikely you would recognize any of them by looking at them, but rest assure you will be paid handsomely for any and all interactions of any variety with any amount of the guests you wish to indulge. This holds even if said interaction results in their untimely demise. They have already willingly signed risk wavers in order to participate here, and all parties have paid for your services ahead of time as a security deposit.” “This applies to everyone found within the house, except those you may see holding miniaturized camera or recording equipment. Those individuals are paid workers who will be filming the interactions that take place for research and private distribution purposes.” The sender seems to pause for a moment at this point. Frowning at the complicated block of text messages, and the note about the presence of cameras I type a quick response. “Woah, cameras. What the fuck, I didn’t agree to that- I hope you know that’s going to cost extra and you better show me what you plan to do with that footage-“ Before I can finish sending a series of increasingly rude responses I had planned the chat box flashes again with another text from the now unnervingly mysterious client. “You will be paid copiously, as we have said, for any and all interactions. We will pay you extra and additional royalties for the footage if you so desire. Your payment will be increased dependent on the level of which you are willing to interact with the guests, and the extent of deviancy within that interaction. More erotic or carnal interactions will garner increased pay from our investors, and the pool of the participant’s funds.” Pausing for a moment and looking at the eager faces of the tiny naked crowd of people slowly mulling towards me, talking amongst each other, cheering and jeering at me from down on the floor I shook my disbelief. Responding quickly I typed back- “Wait, you’re telling me I basically just have to do the job as normal, and I get paid extra for interacting sexually with these little people, and I don’t have to have much regard for their safety. Just have to put on a good show for your… weird pervert “investors” right?” The chat box flashes instantly in response as if it was waiting for me. “That is correct. You should receive a forwarded payment now to your account as a show of good faith and to apologize for the need of deceiving you to reach this point of our exchange. We look forward to seeing your performance and treating you to a reward worthy of the one playing the role of “The Goddess” for our guests and benefactors.” “Thank you for your service Claudia. You may contact us again when you feel you are sufficiently finished here- you will be paid for the duration of the time you choose to stay and interact, or until there are no guests remaining.” Before I can finish reading the messages completely, I watch a notification flash across the top of my screen. My body shudders as I see the number of zeros quickly appearing and disappearing as the notification fades and the block of text replaces it. My vision blurring in disbelief I stumble for a moment, trying to catch myself on a nearby cabinet as my foot slides across the ground and knocks into one of the tiny forms gathered around me. “Oh- WOAH. Holy shit. Alright. Alright- PHEW. Okay. WELL. I guess uhh- I guess that clarifies all THAT huh? Jesus Claudia, what have you gotten yourself into, girl- Alright- It’s okay? God.” Shaking my head and closing my eyes for a moment I gathered myself to attempt to get back into character, to complete the now pretty apparent and very well paid for job at hand. “I mean technically this doesn’t break any of my hard-lines, I GUESS. Man, I got to start being more specific when I make those display lists, ugh. You… uh… rich fucks sure are weird but I mean, the customer is always right, yeah? Sooo… here we go I guess.” Straightening myself out, I relax back into my normal posture and regain a bit of my composure, taking a minute to decide the best course of action as the music continues to play in the background. The tinies move around the edge of the room and some of them mull about in front of me. A few of them started bowing their heads toward the ground. They were seemingly worshiping me like some sort of mythological deity figure standing over them. I giggle at their tiny moving bodies and speak as I walk across the room, stepping over them towards the mirror. “I mean it’s not like anything I do with all of you would really count as sex or anything right? I mean you’re so small I can probably hardly feel you anyways. Plus, from up here you hardly even look like people… you’re more like bugs or little toys or something.” “I guess you all really paid just to be props for this video we’re making anyways right? Well… I hope you’re ready little toys. I was feeling a little horny since I thought I had the place to myself, and it turns out I kind of like feeling you squirming and squishing beneath me. It’s got me a bit… worked up.” As I’m talking, I reach into the bag of my more erotic equipment on the ground nearby, standing over the mirror so there’s a clear view of my bare ass as I do so. Standing back up slowly, I pull out a massive wagging purple mountable dildo I brought with me in case I needed it for some extra performance stuff. Dumping the rest of the contents of the bag onto the ground around the mirror, I sit down and make myself comfortable, stretching my legs out and showing myself towards the gathering crowd of little worshiping perverts. “Well, I hope you little weirdos are ready for the ride of your lives. I’m going to just do my thing and kind of just use you all like I would any of my other… little toys here. I’m actually feeling a bit famished as well and I bet you’re perfectly snack size… I’m not exactly sure how this all works for you, but I think I’m going to enjoy it, and after seeing how well I’m getting paid, I don’t really care. Hold on tight little toys, I know I’m a BIG girl but hopefully you can at least make me feel something? Right?” Seeing the ambling and bowing figures now fully assembled, and the tiny forms off in the distance among the clothing and blanket piles holding their strange tiny recording devices all seemingly ready to begin, I take a deep breath and gaze down at them on the mirror, smirking. I quickly bring the sole of my platformed shoe down atop a group of them, feeling little resistance underneath the full weight of my foot as I do so. Grinding my shoe against the glass I giggle over the crowd and spread my legs, picking up another nearby tiny between my fingers and grabbing one of the nearby sex toys with my other hand. “Oh yes- I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together, my little playthings. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to break you all… too quickly. Just try to squirm around good for me no matter what, alright?” I say as I press the tiny onto the sticky rubber surface of the head of the dildo, mounting it onto the mirror surface. Reaching back down to begin undoing the buckles on my shoe I begin my “little show”.