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Resigning himself once again to his fate, he stays in place waits until the giantess comes back. Looking around he sees just how massive everything has become to him. The couch seemed to lift like a giant cliff face, he couldn’t scale the dirty leather even if he’d wanted to, however he was still too large to walk underneath it. Behind him Britney’s coffee table came right up to his eye height, grabbing ahold of the top of the table climbs on top of the table. Breathing heavily he struggles to climb on top. Looking out into the once small dirty apartment he doesn’t see anywhere he could get to even if he could escape.

Feeling the table lightly shake as if a large piece of machinery was passing him on the highway he sees Britney coming back. Thinking he could do worse as at least she was beautiful, he looks to see what new kind of work she has thought for him.

“Well besides pleasing me, I thought you’d make a good Nail tech for me. I’m on my feet all day working hard for us so the least you can do is take care of them.” She says as she hands Davey a large bottle of bright pink nail polish, he marvels at the huge weight and size of the bottle. Looking forward at her large thighs and giant smooth slit, each dominating his view. “Hahaha Well Davey how’s it feel to be so small? You’re barely up to my pussy and you’re standing on a table!” Britney laughs at your misfortune.

“I feel so small and helpless. I couldn’t even escape you if I wanted to, I don’t think I could get too far without once again being in someone’s clutches.” Davey admits to his giant Mistress. “Aww well don’t worry Mommy will take good care of her little boy, as long as her little boy does what Mommy wants. Ok?” Britney asks. “Yes Mommy.” Davey acknowledges as he submits to her immense power.

“Time to get to work lil boy.” Britney says as she sits down on the couch in front of you, still in all her naked glory. She puts her giant feet on either side of your boy and you marvel that her feet even come up to your neck! She unscrews the top of the brush for you and puts it back down in front of you.

Looking at the giant feet and toes, you pick up the large brush and start to paint her toenails with the bright neon purple she selected, you think back to history class knowing that purple is the color of royalty wondering if she knows this and it influenced her choice subconsciously. You try and do a good job, how do you do?