Phoenix Stacy’s unsuspecting boyfriend arrives home, only to be lured into tasting her "new fruit juice" a deceptive concoction hiding a cruel twist. As he hesitantly drinks, the liquid rapidly shrinks him to doll-size, stripping away his power to refuse. Cornered and vulnerable, he confronts Phoenix’s smug confession: This is your punishment for ignoring my feet. With merciless glee, she commands her tiny slave to worship every inch of her bare feet. He’s pushed to: Inhale deeply between her sweaty toes after a long day, plugging on her musky scent. Lick relentlessly from heel to arch, dragging his tongue through grit and salt. Submit to humiliation as she grinds his face into her sole, laughing at his futile struggles. No escape. No mercy. Her once-reluctant lover becomes a broken plaything, servicing her feet with trembling devotion.
