Boss FBC has the perfect new * stress ball * , and they're " a dime a dozen " GIANTESS FOOT CRUSH!!- MP4
The moment you stepped into the office, you could feel the tension in the air. Your boss, FBC, was pacing anxiously, her heels echoing through the room. She'd just come from a meeting that clearly didn't go as planned. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with anger. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as you approached her desk.
"Boss, how can I help you?" you managed to squeak out.
She stopped mid-stride and turned towards you, a predatory glint in her eye. "I need a stress ball," she growled. "And you're going to be it."
You froze, unsure of what she meant. "Me, Boss?"
She let out a dismissive laugh. "Don't be silly, of course not. I need something to squish and crush under my feet. And you, my tiny employee, are just a dime a dozen."
Your heart sank as she stepped towards you, her towering figure looming over you. You couldn't move as she placed a foot on your chest, her heel pressing down on you with increasing force. You could feel yourself being slowly crushed under her weight.
"Ahh, that's better," she murmured, her voice a low growl. "You know, I think I'll make this a regular thing. You work so hard, and you're so insignificant. It's like you're made to be crushed under my feet."
Her words sent a shiver down your spine. You knew there was nothing you could do to escape her wrath. All you could do was lay there, helpless, as she used you as her personal stress ball. With each passing minute, the pressure on your chest grew more intense. You could feel your bones creaking under her weight.
Eventually, she seemed to tire of your squishy body. She lifted her foot off you, but you didn't dare move. You knew she could crush you again in an instant. She turned around and walked back towards her desk, letting out a long sigh of relief. As she sat down, she turned to you with a smirk.
"You know, you're not so bad after all. If you work overtime, I might just keep you around for a while."
You gulped, unsure if that was a threat or a promise. All you knew was that you were at the mercy of your giant boss, FBC. And as long as you were beneath her feet, you were nothing more than a disposable stress ball.
