It's a busy day at work today. Your manager, Emily, had to head into the break room for a bit, as she was getting really stressed out. But you walk in, tiny, the size of an ant! And you only add more stress to her already stressful day... she doesn't even know who to call. Is there even someone to call when someone shrinks? The cops? An ambulance? She doesn't have time for that. So she takes off her shoes and socks and places her sweaty, smelly, ripe bare feet in front of you.

"Look, dude, I don't even know who to call for this! ... here, just have some fun with my feet. Play with them, worship, kiss, lick them, I don't know but you got five minutes... so just... enjoy yourself?" Unbeknownst to you, she plans on crushing you under her feet so she doesn't have to deal with the extra stress of watching out for your tiny self. She feels bad because you're one of her more reliable employees. "Come on, don't give me that look, dude... I know you like feet too, so just... do something."