I advise the tiny boss and her employees to worship my giant sweaty and smelly feet for punishment. I give them commands of how I want them to pamper my feet and demand them to climb my massive sole and crawl between my toes to clean them. So a tiny man has to polish my toenail and another one has to remove all the dirt from under the toenail of my big toe. The poor guys have to clean my gigantic heel and the toejam and sockets from in between my sweaty toes. Meanwhile, I squish some of them for my pleasure. A few get eaten alive. A few tiny men managed to escape to the floor, where they get squished mostly unnoticed under my dirty, stinky toes.

What will happen to the tiny big boss? Find out in part one.

Part TWO – Many Foot Crushes on the Floor

After the excessive foot worship, there are still some survivors left, which I blow down from the table. They are now on my carpet, which I call my “hostile takeover arena”. The poor tiny guys have the choice to either join my construction company or fight for their tiny lives against me. If they manage to overwhelm me, I promise to let them free. The half inch men obviously have no chance against my mountain-sized feet, so I squish one after another and twist them out with my giant sweaty feet. It makes me so hot, that I can crush those shrunken men so easily, that I can’t stop. So I step on almost every single one of them for my personal enjoyment. Only two of them have the honor to get devoured by me for curiosity.