Rose had never been happier to walk from her parking spot to her office. She had no idea where Angie had taken inspiration for using her dolls like living insoles, but she had to admit that for how crazy it sounded, it felt like walking on a cloud. Her left foot especially, the one that landed on top of Cynthya, felt heavenly. The girl's large breasts provided the perfect extra padding for the area underneath her toes, and both women's heads were a great relief for her toes.

She passed her coworkers on the way to her corner office, taking great pleasure in the fact that they all ignored what was going on in her shoes. Even if only her feet were involved, there was something incredibly kinky in the fact that she had complete and utter power over the two women (not counting all the ones waiting for her at home) while people went on their day. She entered her corner office, only to notice the pile of documents that needed to be dealt with, already stacked by her intern. Jesus, that woman was efficient. She sat at her comfortable chair, and noticed that despite the AC, the air was particularly hot. She removed the top half of her tailleur, and would have usually removed her shoes since she would have spent the rest of the morning mostly alone, but this time she had two guests with her that would have loved the opportunity to just run away from her, and she hadn't bothered taping them down.

It didn't take long for her to start sweating, and since it was basically the girls' fault, she started toying with them so they could at least prove useful while they were down there. The girls had grown accustomed to that kind of treatment, and the fact that the giantess had larger feet than her daughter meant they had slightly more wiggle room than they were used to. Plus, the kind of pumps she wore allowed her to play with her shoes a bit, which meant that the girls had some brief moments of relief when Rose flexed her toes so the back of the shoe would slide a bit. The downside was that every time she would wear the shoe back, the pressure on the toe part, right where their faces were, would increase for a moment, and the rest of their bodies would be violently slammed against the sole and heel. But they were greatful to at least have that brief moment of relief from the sweaty prison that surrounded them.

"Coffee, madam?" Brenda's voice snapped Rose's mind away from her task. She was so immersed in her work that she hadn't even heard her come in. She smiled at the young intern and politely refused. She hated the fact that a talented young woman like that had to waste her time fetching coffee to her higher ups, after all it would cost her nothing to go and get her own coffee during her break. But as the girl was leaving the room, Rose inadvertedly squeezed Stephanie's head between her toes, and thought that having coffee brought to her wasn't so bad after all, compared to what was happening inside her shoes. "Brenda?" the woman called her just as the door was closing behind her "Yes madam?" the girl's head popped from behind the door "Actually i changed my mind. I'll take a green tea" She was going to add "please" but she purposedly stopped just before saying it. "Sure madam" the intern was quick to answer. Rose smiled, and put an extra bit of pressure on Cynthia's body, just because she was enjoying bossing around somebody her same size.

When the young woman came back with Rose's tea, about 15 minutes later, Rose took the cup from her hand, and said "what a fantastic time for a break". No trace of "thank you", or anything that showed that what Brenda had done wasn't something that she took for granted. She reclined her chair, and deliberately put her feet on her desk, enjoying her drink. She glanced at Brenda, and for the first time she realized how good she looked. Maybe because she hadn't had any interests in something like that before, but she had never noticed how big her breasts were. She did a great job hiding them under her shirt, but once she had noticed them, it was impossible to ignore them. "Can i go now?" the girl asked, as she gave a nervous look at the red bottom of Rose's designer shoes, completely unaware of the two people hidden inside. She had no idea why her manager was acting so bossy that day, but the fact that she had crossed her legs on her desk and the way she was looking at her were so out of charachter compared to the kind, down-to-earth woman she was used to deal with.

"Sure" Rose said as she gestured her to go with her hand. She took another sip, barely looking at her. And as she watched her leave, she couldn't help but fantasize how great she would feel under her, as the perfect companion for the other ample chested insole that she was wearing that very moment. She played with Cynthia a bit, but knew that she had more than enough dolls at her disposal. After all, she had to set an example for her daughter who she herself had made her promise not to shrink any more people. She finished her tea and went back to work, glad that she had the two dolls in her shoe to keep her company.

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That day, Angie had decided to take a day off from college. It wasn't like skipping a few classes would really hurt her grades, so she took the opportunity to spend a bit more time with her old toys. She was just like a kid who has always wanted something for Christmas, and decides to buy it as an adult. Only in this case, the "something" in question were two people who had no intention of being there. Just like she had instructed her, Francesca had awakened her at 10.00 by caressing her toes with her tongue. Angie hadn't been afraid to have her roam free on her bed. She had seen how much the girl had grown into her role as a pet, and she knew she could count on her loyalty. She was exactly like a miniature puppy, on all fours with her head stuck between her toes, giving her the wake up call she knew she had always deserved.

"Mmmmh... good morning" Angie said with a smile. "Good morning Princess!" Francesca's face emerged from between her toes, only to be pushed once again between them by Angie's idle foot. She loved to be praised, but right now she wanted her to do her job. She spent some more lazy time on her bed, enjoying the warmness of the morning sun on her skin. She wondered how the other two were doing. She had stuffed them both in the same used sock, and had hanged it on the window handle. She had said she wanted them to get used to their owner's smell, and that seemed to be the perfect place for them. She bit her bottom lip when she imagined their naked bodies squished against one another for the whole night, in one of her socks of all places.

The thought was enough for her to jump out of bed, leaving a surprised Francesca with her tongue hanging comically out of her mouth for a split second, until she realized there was nothing in front of her that she was supposed to lick anymore. Angie untied the knot in her sock like she was unwrapping a present, and smiled at the two girls awkwardly looking in the only direction possible, which happened to be directly at her. They had spent the night trying not to stay glued to each other but they didn't really have an alternative. They had ended up compressed against each other's bare skin for the whole time, surrounded by the smell of Angie's feet.

The giantess rolled her sock so the two fell on the ground in front of her. She sat at the edge of her bed, and watched as the two miniature figures between her bare feet tried to stand up. "Enjoyed the night?" she asked, obviously teasing them. "Yes!" Christina answered, desperate to please the young giant. Alex stood silent. Angie didn't know if it was because she was defiying her authorithy, or because she was still trying to recover from the horrible night, but she didn't care. She was there to train them. She raised her left foot, and without the need to stand up, she sent it crashing on top of the silent girl, squeezing the air out of her lungs. She kept her under there for a while, then dragged her towards her right side, and switched foot.

Francesca's face emerged from the top of the bed. She watched as her owner's daughter deliberately trampled the diminutive figure under her with full force. She was definitely rougher than her mother, and she wanted to make sure to stay on her good side. When Angie had both feet pressed on a desperate Alex, Francesca felt something pulling her from the anke, and was quickly dragged to rest on Angie's tights. The giantess stroke her head with her index finger like she was a cat, and having probably noticed her distress, she said "You're a good pet. You don't have to worry about that". Then assuming a more serious tone, added "Now let's train these two"

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