


Day 5 in Giganta’s house. You have a sort of routine now. You have your own bed, she leaves good out for you sometimes, and you often are used as her plaything. This morning you’re waking up watching her get ready and she looks over and looks at you, pondering. *Id really love for you to give my feet some attention soon, pet.* she raises her eyebrows. *O-oh!* You stammer, *Y-your feet? Uh, ok…* You’re nervous about where this is going, yet intrigues. Pretty much like every other day you’ve been here. *I could use a new insole today… these heels are so hard.* she pouts. She picks you up and drops you by her shoe. *Climb in, little man.* What do you do? Spend the day as her insole, or beg to massage her tootsies to avoid it? #feet #gts