Your beautiful wife beamed down at you. "Aww! That, like, enthusiasm is totes adorable, babe! But, like, I'm not your partner today. Linda told me your partner would be Shizuka today!"
You blinked, a bit confused why your wife would be the giantess towering before you if she wasn't the one assigned to the room you were currently in. Had you gone into the wrong room?
As if sensing your confusion, Brinley giggled and blew you a kiss. "Oh, babe, I was just finishing cleaning up a bite for Shizuka. She's, like, calming down from one of her...uh...plant attacks, or whatever they're called." Brinley smiled, her adorable airheaded self pleased she'd come up with the correct term.
You shook your head ruefully. "Oh. Well, that was nice of you, Brin." You commended your wife for being so gentle and attentive. Sure, maybe sometimes you wished a modicum of that gentle/attentive nature was directed your way (instead of you being the full brunt of your wife's colossal forgetful obliviousness much more often), but it was still nice to see reminders of how incredible your wife truly was.
Blowing you another kiss, Brinley then stepped past you and exited the clinic room, leaving you all alone until Shizuka finally turned up. That gave you another minute to collect your thoughts and contemplate your upcoming day working alongside the new arrival of unaffected guests to the Small Stature, Big Heart physical therapy clinic...and doing it all alongside Shizuka and her 'Shizuka Snowball' effect.
Generally speaking, you got on really well with Shizuka. It was hard not to, considering the girl was a pro-affected supporter who volunteered at the Fair Tiny Treatment Foundation in her free time, and was just genuinely a nice and sweet human being. The issue was that your encounters with Shizuka where you were actually able to amiably pass the time with her were few and far between. For every good moment with Shizuka there were five other incidents of absolute catastrophe where one tiny mistake would 'snowball' into an avalanche of cosmically contrived coincidences, leading to you suffering by the end of it.
Sometimes you still woke up in a cold sweat remembering the day where a single sneeze from Shizuka while she'd been holding you up to her face to talk to you had led to your spending over a week glued to Linda's grimy puckered asshole, before your apathetic boss finally realized you weren't just a 'tickle' and freed you. It was absurd to think how that scenario had played out, and how it had technically been Shizuka's fault simply because the girl couldn't help descended into panicked sobs and flustered chaos over just taking a second to breathe and calm down.
After another minute, the door to 2A swung back open once more, and Shizuka walked inside. She'd composed herself, and while her cheeks were still a bit flushed, she seemed to have mostly calmed down from that horrifically painful shoe-crushing incident at the floor mat earlier. And you certainly weren't about to speak up to tell her how that'd been you suffering under her feet. Maybe it could've been worth it to potentially help gently push Shizuka to be more mindful, but you knew it'd upset her, and your way-too-nice nature just couldn't summon the effort to say anything resembling a reprimand.
Shizuka had shed her baggie hoodie (probably in an effort to cool off while calming down), and so now only had a tanktop on. Without her figurative 'armor', the girl's nature beauty and immense curves shone even more. Her gigantic breasts nearly spilled from the scoop-cut of her tanktop, and her cutely pudgy tummy caused the tanktop's hem to rise a bit, revealing a few inches of the girl's creamy tanned midriff. And while the sweatpants she was wearing were clearly intended to be very big (and thus loose on her figure), Shizuka's immensity more-or-less rendered them dangerously scandalous instead. The sweatpants looked painted on as they hugged her hips and thunder thighs, and her monstrously massive booty openly jiggled and wobbled as she walked into the therapy room.
Also, you couldn't help but notice she'd shed her shoes and was rocking a simple-but-cute pair of purple socks. Extremely well-worn, slightly dirty looking purple socks. At a guess, a treasured 'lucky charm' sort of pair the girl probably wore often.
"Hey, Shizuka! Happy to work with you today!" You shouted up to her from your position on the floor.
Shizuka didn't respond, instead casting her gaze around the room. Her soft lips were gently smacking together, like she was muttering something under her breath.
You waved your arms, and did a little hop in place. "Shizuka! Down here! I'm your partner today!"
Still, the meek Japanese giantess didn't so much as glance your way, her eyes feverishly scanning about the place. Her muttered murmuring grew a bit louder, allowing you to make out the words 'you can do this, today will be fun, you can do this, today will be fun' over and over. Perhaps it was her typical morning mantra, and it was honestly really sweet to see how seriously Shizuka took her job. It was nice to have another super-competent therapist at Small Stature, Big Heart.
However, after another moment, you realized with a growing sense of dread that while Shizuka wasn't looking at you at all, what she was doing was walking further and further into the room, stomping closer and closer towards you!
Panic growing, you began to yell. "Shizuka, hey, wait! I'm down here! Please don't--"
The plus-sized beauty finally glanced down and spotted you...at the exact second her already in-motion walking carried her a single step forward, and your inch-tall body vanished with a 'squelch' under her purple-socked left foot.
Fortunately, Shizuka had seen you vanish under her foot.
Unfortunately...this was Shizuka, at the end of the day.
"Oh god, Allegra! I'm sorry!" Shizuka instantly cried out in dismay. Of course, her panic-seeking body acting practically on its own, the girl began backstepping furiously away from where she'd stepped on you...which didn't do a single thing to spare you torment considering you'd stuck to the bottom of her sock-covered foot. By the time Shizuka noticed, she'd pounded you under her foot another ten times! "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Shizuka shouted, and this time her nervous energy manifested in the form of her stomping her feet in agitation at her own clumsy messes...which, again, just crushed you under her foot even more.
You certainly weren't in good straits. Caught by surprise at Shizuka's lack of spotting you before stepping, you hadn't even tried to run. Worse, you'd been facing forward as if preparing an open embrace for Shizuka's foot. Your face was slammed directly into her sole, with the rest of your body crunched against her toes due to the angle she'd stepped down on you. Your mouth, half-open due to trying to cry out, was now smushed into the girl's dirt-speckled socked foot, lips pried open as you were forced against your will to suckle against Shizuka's sock. A sock that was even more damp and dirty than it had looked at a distance, a build-up of the girl's stale foot sweat now eagerly soaking your body and pouring its way down your forced-open throat.
"I'll get you off, I'll get you off, I'll get you off!" Shizuka loudly proclaimed in a flustered manner, and for the second time in one day you found yourself assaulted by your coworkers painful feet as the girl (fueled by her panic) choose to try and 'free' you by grinding her foot against the carpet as fiercely and forcefully as she could. You began to mentally scream as Shizuka pressed down with all the pain and pressure her plus-sized weight could manage, twisting, grinding, and smearing you into little more than a sentient glob of tormented flesh. Each smear of her foot sent waves of agony roiling through your body, especially as the girl's toes began subconsciously clenching, in turn compacting and crunching against your malleable body and further devouring you with damp stale sweat.
Ironically, Shizuka's efforts did bear fruit, as your body peeled free from her sock. You were left as little more than a twitching lump, but at least you were free. Sadly, Shizuka (embroiled deep in her typical 'Shizuka Snowball' state of panic) failed to notice her rescue worked. Instead, she seemed to finally belatedly realize grinding you into dust had been a bad move.
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