You felt compelled to go over to Iris's sandaled feet. Her crossed feet were close to you, and if you happen to get a response from the physical contact, then it'll save you time instead of trudging over her mountainous body. As you walked over to those oversize load-sized feet, you stop for a moment to bask in the sights. You soaked in the colors of Iris's light ebony skin, her tan toenails to contrast the color of her skin, the white sandals to hold them together. As Iris took a deep, nasally breath, her toes scrunched up a little, making a shuffling, rubbing noise in response.
You had no idea why you didn't move, but any psychological test would indicate that he was being aroused by the sight.
Suddenly, Iris's left foot uncrossed from on top of the right foot and gently set itself down behind her right foot, snapping you out of her thoughts. You suddenly remember; this was no time to experience puberty for the first time, this was the time to get yourself unshrunken, dream or not.
Without any further delay, you walk up to Iris's right foot. A pleasant scent wafted into your nostrils, like an herbal foot cream mixed with moisturizing lotion. You didn't know what the actual smell of irises were, but if you did, this would be the only scent of Iris that you didn't want to forget. You reached out to touch the soft, delicate foot skin and rubbed it ever so gently. With the gentlest touch, Iris's foot suddenly wriggled, making it's giant owner moan a little in her sleep. You touched the surface of the skin, and the foot began to move back as the littlest sensation of your fingers made Iris...
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