You feel my massive feet pressing against your chest, almost pushing you away as I cross my legs over your body. Then, with a loud sigh of discontentment, I slowly move one foot forward and begin to rub it roughly against your face. Your nose scrunches at the smell of sweaty socks and dirt that wafts up from between my toes.

Your tiny hands begin to massage my foot, but it doesn't seem to be enough. I grunt in annoyance and shift my weight, using the other foot to stomp down on your chest before moving it up to join the first one, sandwiching you between them. Your face is now completely buried between my sweaty socks, muffling any sound you might make as I start to rub my feet against your head roughly.