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The floor and wall felt like glaciers as she leant back against the pale pink surfaces, even Ivana’s foot felt cool to the touch. The ridges of her toes, creases of her sole rolled across her chest, the saddle-sized heel pressing firmly against her mound sending shockwaves through her shrunken body. 

“Go on dear.” Ivana purred, she could feel her voice traveling through the enormous leg pressing Laura into the baseboard. Squirming, Laura moaned and pawed at the massive toes tickling her chin. “Mira’s getting feisty. To get her back, all you have to do is make me happy.”

Laura nibbled on her lower lip. Her gaze fell with the streaming brown hair of her host, past her beauty mark and falling beyond the valley of giant cleavage. Swallowing hard, she let her eyes linger on Mira’s neatly trimmed prison. It felt like a bus length away…

‘I wonder what it’s like..?’ She mused,  salt and lavender tickling her lips as she kissed Ivana’s toe. The enormous witches smirk scalding Laura’s cheeks as she massaged the digits rubbing her chest. Held easily in place with practiced grace, Laura marveled at how powerless she felt. ‘Fantasies for later, gotta rescue Mira…’