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Maybe your a Tiny, a humant, sneaking and creeping around the Giantess's humongous powerful feet, as she stomps, stretches and generally puts your life in danger. You know even if she saw you, she'd probably still stamp you into oblivion!
Or maybe you're a tickler, getting to run your feverish fingers over those soft soles, and between those succulent toes, as I try different positions and angles, making me squeal in peals of laughter, helpless at your mercy...