Foot Tongue Mouth And Vore - VR 360 - The Shrunken Work Colleague

Foot Tongue Mouth And Vore - VR 360 - The Shrunken Work Colleague

Emma sat at her desk, tapping away at the computer keyboard, completely unaware of the tiny man underneath. Her co-worker, Chris, had contracted the male-only shrinking virus, and now he was no bigger than an ant. The disease was incurable, and women were encouraged to dispose of any shrunken man they found to prevent it from spreading further. Emma's curiosity about the situation was growing, but she did her best to concentrate on her work. Little did she know, her mind was wandering off into more sinister thoughts.

Emma glanced down at her feet, admiring the way her mules hugged her high arches and the texture of her nylons against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like to have something soft and squishy underneath, something that barely filled the gap between her toes. It wasn't long before she was lost in her thoughts, picturing herself crushing a tiny man between her soles...

Emma sat up straight in her chair, snapping back to reality with a small gasp. She looked down at her mules again, this time noticing a small object near her right heel. She leaned forward for a better look and gasped in surprise when she realized it was Chris, shrunken and trembling underfoot! For a moment, she was filled with regret for what she was about to do, but then she remembered that she was just disposing of him for the greater good.

Emma grinned devilishly and picked Chris up between her thumb and forefinger. He trembled in fear, expecting to be crushed at any moment. "I'm sorry for you, Chris," she said softly. "You really are a nice guy, but since I have to get rid of you, I might as well have some fun first." She held him up to his eye level and grinned wickedly. "What do you think, Chris? Wanna try something new?" She laughed menacingly as Chris shook his head frantically from side to side.

Emma decided that the first thing she wanted to do was play with him. She leaned back in her chair and lifted one foot onto the desk, dangling her mule from her toes. "What do you think, Chris? Wanna play a game?" She placed him under the arch of her foot and lined up her toes, moving him back and forth like a toy. "Heehee," she giggled. "Look at you, Chris! You're so tiny and squishy!" She moved him closer to the tip of her shoe, watching as he tried to squirm away.

Chris could feel the heat radiating from Emma's skin as she moved him closer and closer towards the surface of her shoe. His heart pounded in fear as he wondered what she was going to do to him next. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted into the air, suspended between Emma's breath. She smiled wickedly as she brought him towards her mouth, his eyes widening in horror as he realized what she was about to do.

Emma could feel her cheeks flush with excitement as she positioned Chris between her lips. She lowered her mouth slowly, feeling his body jolt against her tongue. He gasped for air as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, savoring the terrified sound of his breathing. Just as she was about to swallow him whole, she pulled him back out and laughed maniacally. "Relax, Chris!" she said, taking a large gulp of water to wet her mouth. "I'm just having some fun with you!" She placed him back on the desk, chuckling to herself at his fear-stricken expression.

As much as Emma enjoyed tormenting Chris, she knew that the time had come to end him once and for all. Stepping out of her mules, she lifted Chris up to eye level and examined him carefully. "You're so insignificant," she muttered, running her finger over his tiny form. "I could crush you under my thumb and barely even feel it." She grinned wickedly. "But no, that wouldn't be satisfying enough. I want to make this quick and painless for you."

Emma picked up a pen from the desk and held it between her thumb and index finger. She brought Chris close to its tip, teasing him with the idea that she might impale him on it. Instead, she placed him gently on the floor and stepped on him with her nyloned foot. He squirmed under the pressure, trying to escape, but it was no use. Emma smiled to herself as she watched him squish under her foot. "You're just a red stain now," she said, twisting her foot slightly. "Nothing more."

Emma continued to stomp and twist her foot, grinding Chris deeper into the floor. The sounds of squishing and popping made her heart race with excitement. "I don't know why I find this so enjoyable," she thought to herself. "Maybe it's because he deserves it. Maybe it's because it's just so... powerful." As the last traces of Chris disappeared beneath her foot, Emma paused for a moment to catch her breath. "Goodbye, Chris," she said with a sigh. "You were a nice guy, but not anymore." And with that, she lifted her foot and walked away, leaving a small red stain on the floor.

From that day on, Emma couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction whenever she passed by that spot on the floor. It was a reminder of her power, of how easily she could destroy something so small and insignificant. And even though a part of her felt guilty for what she had done, another part of her knew that she would do it again if given the chance. After all, as they say, curiosity killed the cat... or in this case, the tiny man under Emma's foot.

The end.