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Stumbled upon a tiny I forgot about, feasting on a crumb on the floor. I think it was my neighbor Mike who I shrink down a few days ago when I need my feet moisturized and worshipped while I napped. Found him at the perfect time, I had an...

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Фото профиля 🌹Giantess Chloe🧁
🌹Giantess Chloe🧁2 месяцев назад

@TitanSlayer675 You have such pretty nails ~

Фото профиля ✨Giantess Goddess Peach✨
✨Giantess Goddess Peach✨2 месяцев назад

@TitanSlayer675 Thank you!

Фото профиля Red
Red2 месяцев назад

He was so lucky to be Your neighbor :3

Фото профиля Tukachinchilla
Tukachinchilla2 месяцев назад

Would love to see this with you wearing your Birkenstock’s.

Фото профиля redd
redd2 месяцев назад

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Фото профиля Anthony Boykin
Anthony Boykin2 месяцев назад

Uh oh

Фото профиля Mike
Mike2 месяцев назад

That's right, we can't do anything except become moisturizer under your big toe🦶🏼.. but we are still people, even if tiny, we would prefer to at least be treated kindly or at least survive to be useful by taking care of your feet. Don't turn us into stains under your big toe pls

Фото профиля Steve Sibaja
Steve Sibaja2 месяцев назад

The Shrunken Microscopic Mike standing in the middle to be crushed by Goddess Giantess Peach😱😱😱✌️✌️✌️⭐⭐⭐😊😊😊📏📏📏🔎🔎🔎🔬🔬🔬🧍🧍🧍👣👣👣🩴🩴🩴🥰🥰🥰🌷🌷🌷🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

Фото профиля Lando-sXe
Lando-sXe2 месяцев назад

But he is a human!, we are human, you shouldn't crush us like bugs

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