Amy stood in the corner of her new room, her eyes wide as she took in the giant dresser that loomed in front of her. She felt out of place in the lavish room, used to her old, small-sized life. With a sigh, she sat down on the floor, her tiny body feeling even smaller against the hardwood.
She couldn't help but think about her new stepmother, Eva, and the twinge of jealousy that she felt. Amy had always been daddy's little girl, but now it seemed like her father was more interested in groveling at Eva's feet than spending time with her.
As she sat there, she could hear the sounds of her father's voice, pleading with Eva for something or other. It made Amy feel sick to her stomach. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.
The next morning, Amy woke up and made her way towards the living room. Eva was lounging on the couch, and Amy stood before her stepmother, feeling smaller than ever.
"Kiss my feet and tell me how much you love me, Amy," Eva said, her voice dripping with superiority.
Amy hesitated for a moment, but then she climbed onto the couch and gently kissed Eva's foot. She could feel the soft fabric of her pajamas brush against her skin, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and arousal.
Eva chuckled and told Amy to clean her shoes. Amy hesitated but began to clean the shoe, hoping for the opportunity to lick Eva's feet later.
As she worked, she couldn't help but steal glances at Eva, who smirked down at her.
"You may lick my feet later, Amy," Eva said, her voice low and seductive.
Amy's heart raced at the thought. She finished cleaning the shoe and looked up at Eva, who smirked down at her.
"Good job, Amy. You may go now," Eva said, dismissing her.
Amy stood up and walked back to her room, her mind racing with thoughts of Eva's feet. She couldn't wait for the opportunity to lick them later.
End of Chapter One.
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