The masked giant couldn't help but grin a bit as he raised his bare foot high above Markus. The tiny could only watch as the monolithic sole rose above him; only a bit of the masked face of his friend seen past the foot that now encapsulated most of his view. At his size, he could see every detail: every little wrinkle, every shift in the flesh, and the every tiny piece of lint, sweat, and what else dotting the shadowy canvas. He had asked for this, and he knew all too well that Eric would be willing to oblige. Slowly, those giant toes of his wiggled far above teasingly; as if to nail home where Markus was about to end up.

Then, the titanic sole began to fall slowly; the view of it taking up more and more of his vision. He couldn't have escaped it's shadow even if he wanted to, and so he just waited for it to fall upon him. The ball of the sole got closer, closer, closer; until at long last, with a small *THUD*, Eric stepped all the way down. The tiny was easily pressed into the soft and sweaty flesh around him, causing him to stick to its surface. He tried wiggling a bit, but there was little that he could do to free himself from the overbearing prison. And so, with little else to do, he began to start rubbing the minuscule portion of the foot he was trapped under; getting more and more into it. Pretty soon, he was eagerly lapping at the titan's sole, tasting the salty flesh while he rubbed at it ferociously, all just to try and please the masked giant.

Eric could just barely feel the little speck that was his friend rubbing and licking at his foot. He looked down at it with a sly indifference, knowing just how hard he must be going down there. Gently, he lifted his foot, wiggling his toes for the little one stuck underneath it, turning it to the side just a bit so he could get a peek. Markus was a blithering blushing mess; drenched in sweat as he continued rubbing and licking at Eric's foot. It caused the giant to chuckle a bit as he placed his foot back down, trapping the tiny yet again. 'Wonder when I should take him off of there...' he thought. He cast said concern aside with a short shrug, deciding he'd worry about that later as he went about his business; every small step a massive force of pressure and dominance to Markus as the worry for his friend was quickly replaced for what he'd eat at the time...
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Oh, how far the shy giant from Bad Influence has come, eh? I'm far more comfortable with having tiny's stuck underfoot now then I would've been back then. Talk about growth, eh? Looks like  JordilianVector wanted some more time under my foot, so how could I say no? Little guy is just a flustered little mess under there~

Me is me

Little foot toy Markus is  JordilianVector

Art is  darkzeus