One day at work, your coworker Mary brought you a cup of coffee. You thanked her and drank it, and she grinned as you did. You felt a bit odd, and slowly shrank down to only a few inches tall. She then grabbed you and drove you away, taking a lunch break.

As she went to order food, she pushed you inside her flat. It was moist and smelled sour with sweat, and her smelly nylon-clad toes rested on your head.

For the rest of the work day, she walked back and forth, delivering papers and files. Finally, after many hours, she checked out and drove home.

Once inside her house, she flopped on the couch and popped off her steamy and smelly flats and put her feet up on the table. She peeled your sweat-covered body out of her flat and used her hot, sweaty feet to play with you between her feet.

She smiles softly "You make a great foot toy, you know that?" sighs "Now, would you be a dear and massage my aching feet?"