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2. A situation in which the tiny finds himself suffering the harassment of his best friend. She finds it fun doing it, but he doesn't understand why. (@Allosauro1)

Sitting in front of a TV, two friends spent their time playing fighting games against each other. They were an odd pairing to say the least. One was normal-sized and the other was a tiny. Barely an inch tall, he was more minuscule than the smallest toe on his female friend's foot. While their size difference may have been extreme, they were practically equally matched when it came to video games.

"3-3 again!! Why do we always draw when we play this game??" The female friend groaned, tossing her controller to the side and slouching back into the couch.

"Because you always tryhard whenever you see me in the lead. It's been the same ever since we were kids." The tiny boy sighed.

"It takes one to know one, tryhard! I don't wanna hear anything about how I tryhard considering you only play metacharacters or try to counter me." She pouted. The two of them continued to passionately argue about the fighting game until they eventually reached a boiling point. In order to decide who was in the right they decided to have one more match.

"Winner has to do what the loser says. Anything goes." Shaking her pinky, the two of them agreed on the bet and the tiny boy gripped his controller to set up their match. Best of 3, the two fought hard against each other desperately trying not to make mistakes or lose. Starting off strong, he won the first round only to lose the second one. With the start of the third match both of them were heavily on the defensive but the tiny boy's friend had less health. As the time ticked away and he slowly chipped away at her health, things were looking grim. With no other choice, she was forced to bust out her secret weapon. Slipping her feet out of her shoes, she slammed both of them right behind the tiny boy. While the impact caused him to miss some inputs he still held strong trying his best to focus on the game.

His focus would not last long though, as her foot odor was way too overwhelming to ignore. Pulling his shirt over his nose, he tried to refocus on the game through his teary eyes. Somehow he was still able to hold his ground until his friend had pushed her feet closer to him. Fed up with her distraction attempts he turned to yell at her only to hear the sound of his character dying behind him. He complained about how she cheated and yelled about wanting a rematch, but she had no intention of giving up her win. Smiling smugly she continued ignoring her tiny friend's remarks before picking his tiny body up between her thumb and forefinger.

"We agreed that 'anything goes,' remember? Regardless of whether it wasn't fair or square I still won which means you have to do whatever I say." Chuckling triumphantly, she continued to ignore his tiny objections before speaking over him to tell her demand. "You have to service my feet for the entire day!!"

Before the tiny boy could even object, he was shoved head first into her sweaty sock and rubbed up and down against the moist fabric. This carried on for a couple more minutes. The tiny boy's massive friend was absolutely ruthless. His whole body had been completely drenched with sweat and he felt like he was burning due to friction of being rubbed over every single inch of her colossal socks multiple times. Even though he thought he'd eventually get used to the odor it still overpowered his senses completely. At first she was being playful but as time went on she began treating him more and more like an object. When she finally stopped and set him back down on the table, the tiny boy tried to crawl away with what little strength he had left.

Behind him he could hear a foreboding sound. He  could see his giant friend peeling off her socks with a playful smile on her face through the reflection of the turned off TV. He tried to crawl away faster but soon enough, she had grabbed him by the waist and pulled him towards her feet once again. Without wasting any time, she placed her tiny friend's face in between the gaps in her toes and scrunched her toes together, locking the tiny in place and squeezing his face into the rank space between her toes. When she pulled him out, loose toejam had found its way into his mouth, nose, and onto his  hair. She brought her closer to her face afterwards. Looking at the state he was in, she took a small sniff before recoiling slightly.

"Pheew… I probably should've showered yesterday. Sorry 'bout this little guy." She said, giggling. Despite seeing the tears of pain and disgust in his eyes all she could comment on was the smell. After giving that half-assed apology, she brought her tiny friend back to her toes in which repeated what she had done before. Running his head, face, and body through each one of her toe games. With each pass, he accumulated more and more toe jam, sock linkt, dirt, and sweat. It was almost like he was being used as some kind of toe floss. It was unbearable for him obviously. His head was practically completely covered with all the gunk between her toes and feet. Taste, vision, smell, touch; Almost every single one of his senses was completely overridden by his friend's massive feet.

When she was done flossing her other set of toes with his tiny body, he was completely defeated. His body felt sore from being forced and pushed against her foot, he could barely remember smells and tastes aside from her feet, and all he could do was lay lifelessly between her toes. At least he knew this harassment would only last a day since she always kept her word with bets like this. With all that said and done, his whole body still tainted with gunk from her feet, he watched himself being sealed with her feet as she slipped on her worn socks back on. Now stuck in an increasingly steamy dark cave, he heard his friend say she was going out for a run before passing out…