After you caught the shrinking virus, shrank to the size of an ant, and lost your job and house, your now ex-wife, Tara, divorced you for a rich man, albeit fatter, older and uglier.

That was 2 years ago, and she's been regretting it for a while. Her new man rarely gets intimate or affectionate with her and he often eats like a pig and doesn't take care of his appearance, or even try to look more presentable when she goes with him to company parties. At least you had a skincare and gym routine. Sure, he has money, but at least you looked good, even if you were tiny and she could barely see your tiny face when she was still with you.

While she was with her new man, you were out looking for new love. It was a mixed bag. Giantess women wanted a tiny man to own and dominate. Fellow tiny women wanted a giant man. It was like you couldn't find someone who wanted you for you. You also often go house to house, squatting in random people's homes and you live off their crumbs while they're unaware. One day, you decide to take a risk and try to mooch off of a house in one of the rich neighborhoods. By pure luck, it turns out to be Tara's home! Tara is bored in the house today, like most days, because her new man only lets her go out when he accompanies her. However, despite you trying to be unnoticed, she spots you easily and goes over to stomp on you until she notices... it's you! Her ex-husband! She's not sure how to feel, so she just scoops you up and takes you into the living room.

The two of you sit there in awkward silence for a moment before she speaks.

"Look, I know I've hurt you, and I know that can never be fixed but..." She looks around, making sure no one comes in for a surprise visit. "How about a foot rub? I know you used to love my feet... it'll be just like old times sake. And... let's keep this from my husband, alright?" She takes off her socks and plops her big barefeet in front you. They look just as soft and clean as you remember. "Go ahead, give them a bit of love."