My wife the giantess
By mjc




It had a long time away from home. I hadn’t seen my wife for weeks and I missed her so. I quickly filled with excitement as I finally spied my house down the road. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon I was pulling into the driveway. Quickly I shut-off the car and hurried in, leaving all I had behind to get there all that much quicker. I ran up the walk and flew open the door. She was there to meet me. We threw our arms about each other and just hugged for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually the hug ended and we parted to look at each other. I saw a grin on her face and when I asked what it was she answered only by putting up her finger in the universal ‘one minute’ and disappeared briefly into our bedroom. She soon emerged holding what looked like an extremely oversized gun, without the opening for a barrel. Before I had a chance to ask her what it was she raised it, aimed it, and pulled the trigger. My sight filled with dark red and I blacked out momentarily.

When I finally came to I found myself lying on a vast plain. I stood to realize that I had impossibly shrunken to the height of only two inches. I had no idea what had happened to my clothes, but they were gone and I was naked as a jay-bird. Looking about I could see the distant table and spied a gigantic shape approaching me. It didn’t take me long to realize it was my wife Heather approaching me. I was momentarily filled with fear. I had always dreamt of being small with my beautiful wife, but the sheer enormity frightened me for a minute. I could actually feel the floor vibrating beneath me with each step she took.

Craning my head to see, I fell backwards onto the floor. I watched as she approached, as if in slow motion. Soon she reached where I lay and stood over me. She had a mischievous grin on her face. Looking from side to side I noticed that she was wearing her running shoes with socks, her jeans and a work-out tee-shirt. As she looked down at me I noticed that she had her hair up in a bun and then she spoke.

“Well Thomas, what do you think?”

Unsure what to say I simply asked, “What happened?”

“I’ve missed you so, I decided that when you finally came home I would give you what you’ve always wanted. I am going to blow your little mind. You’re my little man now and we’re going to have fun.”

With that she knelt over me and leaned down reaching for the clip that held her hair up. She quickly removed it and shook her hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. Then, looking down with that same grin, she leaned forward till her mane of hair covered me from head to toe. Soon there was no light but the magnificent feel if her hairs as they rolled and slid over my body. Slowly she began moving her head side to side and the hair moved and slid over my skin. It tickled but also felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I had played with her hair before, but never had it felt like this. I grasped out with my hands and grabbed a handful of hair strands. But they were much larger than I had experienced. They slid through my fingers and I grasped more. It was an unbelievably erotic experience.

She continued for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t believe that I was covered by the luscious hair of my giantess-wife. But alas, all good things must come to an end. Eventually she lifted her head and, with the same smile, asked, “So, did you enjoy that?”

I was excited beyond belief. All that I had ever dreamt about was actually coming true. I could barely think straight and rather than respond verbally all I could muster was a nod with a goofy grin on my face. To which she responded, “Well you’d better pace yourself, there’s a lot more in store." Then she reached down, wrapped me in her hand and took me into the bedroom.

As we walked I could feel the warmth of the palm of her hand that surrounded me and cocooned me in it’s confines. She didn’t squeeze hard but did hold onto me firmly. I was faced in the direction to look down her immense thumb. I looked down and noticed that she had had her nails done and they looked beautiful – huge but quite beautiful. Often I had felt the prints on her hand and fingers. Often I had envisioned what it would feel like to feel those prints magnified a hundred-fold. Now I was experiencing it for real. He hands we slightly damp with sweat, as if she had been recently exercising. I writhed about in her hand, rubbing my body over as much skin as I could possibly touch. As with her hair, I simply couldn’t believe how sensuous this felt. Heather noticed my writhing and gave me a gentle squeeze. As we moved I managed to movd my hands about inside her curled palm and run my fingertip along the ridges of the prints. I was becoming incredibly excited.

Eventually we reached the bedroom and Heather put me on the nightstand while she sat on the edge of the bed a looked at me. Opening her palm I found myself lying prone atop it. She looked at me closely then moving her face close. Unable to control the urge she blew on me lightly and I got goosebumps all over as the warm, sweet-smelling breath surrounded me. As I laid there Heather moved her other hand close to me and, with her outstretched fingertip began to lightly stroke me from head to foot. “Oh I never thought it could feel like this. I can feel the heat of your little body, and your heart pounding through your little ribcage. She continued stroking me and exciting me as she lingered at my crotch.

But soon she spoke again. “Now my little man, the part you’ve been waiting for and didn’t even realize it. I went running in these socks and shoes this morning, and I’ve been letting them simmer ever since. You wouldn’t believe how badly I wanted to take them off, but I wanted to give you an experience that you will never forget.”

With that she reached down and began to untie her shoes. While she untied her laces she spoke, “You know little man, I worked out every single day for the last week so that these shoes would be ripe…for your pickin’.”

I had smelled her shoes before at the end of the day, but I couldn’t even begin to imagine the experiences that I was about to have. When her laces were untied she popped each shoe off with the toes of her opposite foot. “Whew, I’ve been smelling these shoes more and more as the week’s gone by. But man have they ever gotten strong.” She ended, tweaking her nose in mock gesture. Then, with both shoes off she reached for me and I was there eagerly waiting. Again she wrapped her gorgeous fingers about my body and lowered me – with excruciating slowness – towards those wonderful shoes. I could smell them long before getting close to them and could even feel their heat rising from their depths as she positioned me over the opening of one.

She spoke again, “Lower and lower he goes, where he’ll stop nobody knows.” Then, when I was a few inches from the opening, she let me drop. I wasn’t expecting to fall, so when I landed I rolled down the sole until I bumped into the toe.

It was fairly dark, but some light was coming in through the opening high above me head. I rolled over onto my back and locked upwards towards the shoe’s opening. To my left the shoes sole rose into the distance, to my right the shoe’s tongue. The sole, thought still soft, showed the wear and tear of a long use. As I looked at it, I thought of the immense pressure that her foot must put on that sole. I could even make out faint traces of her footprints. At the top was the faint remainder of the shoe’s manufacturer name.

That smell that I had come to know so well surrounded me like never before. I breathed in the humid, scented air. Now I was not only smelling the smell that I had grown to love so much, but it surrounded me and got all over me. The surfaces around me were all damp and warm with perspiration. Every time I moved I got more of the smell on me, and since my surroundings were fairly cramped I touched a lot of surfaces and was soon absolutely covered by the smell. Of course I didn’t mind, I was in heaven. Then, the shoe moved.

Temporarily brought out of my reverie, I realized that Heather was moving the shoe. When I noticed that the light was thinning, I realized what was happening. Soon the socked-foot of my beloved entered the shoe and slid in slowly. I was pinned between the toe of the shoe and her toes. Nothing could have prepared me for this experience. I had tried to imagine what this would have felt like in my past fantasies, but I could never have done it justice.

Of course I was surrounded by that glorious smell, but that was only the beginning. I was covered by the sweat of my giantess-wife. The thought that I would never wash again crossed my mind. But I was feeling the slick material that surrounded me with every part of my body. And to my front were those toes, separated from me by the thin fabric that was her sock. She had worn the textured white socks that I had talked her into buying. I reached out and ran me hand along her toes and convulsed with ecstasy. My fingers ran across the bumps of the texture pattern. But they weren’t the same as I remembered, they were huge, and I absolutely loved it.

Slowly she moved her toes as her foot creeped in tighter and tighter. She kneeded them into little fists and then would unroll them, each time coming a little farther in. I was quickly becoming a second layer to the inside of her shoe. But as her toes ground into me more and more, the more excited I became. The further her foot came into the shoe the more I found that I had to shift my position to be partially on top of her toes. I found myself curled around her foot. The top of my body laid sprawled over her toes, my legs wrapped up around her big toe. My crotch was planted firmly over the tip of the toe. I couldn’t resist the temptation to hump it slightly. Finally, I felt the pop as her heel entered the shoe and trapped me even tighter to it’s toe. There I stayed for a length of time I can only say wasn’t long enough, all the while rubbing myself on her magnificently huge toe.

Then, the light returned and the shoe tipped over on its end so that I found myself tumbling to the heel where she extracted me from the shoe.

“Did my tiny little man have a good time,” she asked. "Well, onward the fun goes."

She lowered me to the floor then and put me just under the edge of our bed. I wondered momentarily what she had in mind, but didn’t have long to wonder as her foot came into view. She lowered it till her toes till they touched the floor and began to curl them under. I had often enjoyed this view of her foot, but I had never had this vantage point before know. I could see the top half of the bottom of her toes and I moved forward to touch them. I looked up to see the expanse of her sole and the heel of her foot that hung over me temptuously. I could smell that wonderful smell again and, with a grunt buried my face into the fabric. I kissed it, licked it, and smelled it. I was drunk with excitement.

Then, in the midst of a lick, she withdrew her foot and I fell forward. Finding myself lying prone on the floor I rolled over – just in time to see the same foot that I had just been lavishing with attention hovering above me. I could she the darkened sole of the of her sock covered foot. And as I watched it descended onto me and from high above me I heard my giantess-wife speak.

“I know you’ve always talked about how much you wanted me to be a giantess and how much you would like to be covered by my foot. Well now is your chance. A gift for you my little man.” Then the light went away as the foot came down onto me and covered my body completely.

I could feel the heat of her foot next to my skin once again. Although it wasn’t nearly as warm as it has been inside her shoe, it was warm nonetheless and a little damp. The sock adhered itself to her skin closely. It got slightly darker when she curled her toes above my head. I reached my arms out in a vain attempt to hug the huge sole lying lightly on top of me. The pressure slowly increased as Heather’s leg muscle became tired as she held the weight of her foot and leg at bay, so as not to crush me. To relieve some of the tension she began to slowly roll me back and forth beneath her sole. Her pace remained erotically slow and she rolled me enough to each side till her socked sole touched all of my skin, front and back.

Eventually she lifted her foot off and her face reappeared high above me and I couldn’t help but feel the immense love that I felt for her. A love as big as she was in comparison to me now.

“So, are you ready to continue?” she asked.

All I did was nod in response. With that she reached down to her sock-covered foot and began to peel the bottom of her sock away from the bottom of her foot. I could hear it come away as she said, “This is were you’re going to be in a little while.” She continued to peel the sock away from the various parts of her foot. Once done she reached for me again and lifted me to just above the top cuff of her sock. Inserting a finger she slowly pulled it away from her ankle as she tipped me so that I could look, head-down, directly into the sock. As I looked down into the small opening surrounding her ankle, I could see down to the edge of her foot. Then she lowered me into the opening.

As soon as my feet passed the edge of the cuff, she withdrew her finger and let the sock snap back into place. I found myself pressed against the inside of her ankle with my midsection straddling her protruding ankle-bone. Then with assistance from her fingers from outside the sock, she began to wiggle and move her foot in such a way as to get me to slid further into the depths of the sock. It didn’t take much effort for me to began a slide towards the edge of her foot directly below me. Then, when I reached that she turned her foot and slid me directly underneath her sole. So I found myself held snugly against her beautiful sole with the fabric of her well-worn sock behind me holding me in place. Once again I opened my arms as widely as I could and began licking her sole.

Once I was positioned were I assumed she wanted me - and of course wanted to be - she began to flex and curl her foot as she twirled it about her ankle. Circle pattern and circle pattern. First I was pressed closer to her sole as she stretched her toes as far up as she could, then rotating it around I found myself not quite as snug as she balled her toes tightly. It was an incredible ride. It did, however, make it difficult for me to continue licking her foot, so I just enjoyed it as long as it lasted.

Once she finished she reached down and began to remove her sock, but she made no attempt to remove me from it. Rather she lowered the sock to just around the bottom of her foot and then pointed her toes so that the sock could be easily slid off. When she reached this point she slid the sock, with me inside, off her foot. Grasping the top of the sock she lifted the sock to her face and spoke. “Man it sure is weird to see your little shape inside my sock, sweetie. But I think maybe you should stay in there for a little while longer. With that she rolled the sock up and stuffed it into her pocket and went off to have her dinner.

Dinner lasted like what seemed like an eternity. All I could do was sit and enjoy the smell that surrounded me. But soon she returned and took the sock out , turning it over, causing me to tumble onto her palm. As I laid on her palm she looked at me and simply smiled and handed me a small sliver of bread that I ate quickly.

Then I found myself being lowered back to the floor. Once she had me on the carpet, she turned around and got on her knees, bringing the tips of her toes very close to me. This caused her soles to curl up slightly and it was probably my favorite foot position of all. So there I stood, with the bare soles of my beautiful giantess-wife splayed in front of me. Then, as if to snap me out of my trance, she looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Well, do I have to tell you what to do know?”

She wasn’t really expecting an answer and watched as I slowly, almost reverently, approached the toes of her feet which she had placed closely together. Finally I reached the ‘v’ formed by her big toes where I put a hand on each toe. As I stroked the toes, feeling the highs and lows of her toe prints, I looked up at the sensuous hills that lay above and ahead of me. Directly in front of me was a patch of light-colored sole skin where her arches were. Framing those was the darker, rougher skin of her heels, outside soles and the pads directly above her toes. Her soles were covered by waves of skin. What had once been only wrinkles in her soles, were now small flesh-colored waves, some large and some small enough to resemble a small rivulet in sand. The pattern of her prints was beautiful and I stood in awe looking at them, running my fingertip through the troughs between the prints.

Slowly I crept onto her toes. I put one knee then the other onto her toes and leaned forward placing my hands on the very bottom of the lighter colored sole-skin of her arches. My hands sunk in slightly and her feet were still a little damp and I just knelt there for moment enjoying the new feelings that were assailing my senses. Nothing can compare to the unique feeling of the sole flesh that I felt under my palms and from my knees to the tops of my own feet, a feel now magnified for my benefit. With measured slowness I leaned my head down and, touching the tip of my nose to her sole, inhaled deeply. Then, with the same slowness extended my tongue and ran it along the arch in front of me. I could take it no more then and in a lustful rage, I lunged forward. With all the might I could muster I kissed, licked, rubbed and humped everything and anything that I could touch with wild abandon.

I spent considerable time on her arches, but eventually worked my way up the erotic ‘hills’ till I had reached her heels. Once there I swung around and straddled the back of her heel. I leaned forward and rubbed them lightly. They were rougher than her arches and darker colored from the many days of walking upon them. I licked and kissed there too, but was able to do it with a sensual slowness.

Swinging around I climbed back onto her heal and began working my way back down the ‘hills’. Soon I found myself at the ridge where her toes connected to her foot. I couldn’t reach it very well because of the position of her feet but I pressed my face down into the small valley nevertheless. The pressure on my cheeks and the smell and warmth that surrounded me excited me a great deal. Once again I had the urge to hump something and began to force as much of my body into the trough as would fit. Heather felt my efforts and moved her foot so that her toe-trench opened slightly and I was able to force most of my little body into the opening. Once I had done so, she tightened it up once again and I couldn’t believe the feelings that I found myself having. Once released I climbed down off of her foot and tried with the little strength that I had left to push her toes apart. Heather could feel my efforts and once again kindly spread the toes of her foot. Paydirt - literally! There I found balls of what was otherwise known as ‘toe-cheese’. I had always tried to avoid getting little specks in my mouth when we had played out foot games at regular size, but now I was so carried away with my lust that I tore into the first ball of lint that I could find. It was a combination of dirt, sweat, and small fabric bits from her sock. It tasted better than cake. As I bit into the first one I found that it had the consistency of wadded bread. It was delicious and I looked for more. I found more than I cold hope to eat and ate till I couldn’t eat any more. No sooner had I finished partaking of the balls between her toes, then I found my wife rolling over and reaching for me once again. Then, sitting indian style, she brought her feet together till her soles came together. Without a word, she parted her soles slightly and lowered me into the opening. Once my feet touched the floor I looked about me and saw the walls of sole-flesh that surrounded me and even went over my head. I watched then as the soles closed on me. She didn’t do anything then but hold me there. I squirmed around and turned my body so that I was facing a sole where I ground myself against that sole. Seeing this my giantess-wife spoke again.

“Go ahead and go off. Don’t worry about me I’ll get mine later.”

That’s all it took, I bucked and writhed for all I was worth and left a small puddle on her sole. Smiling, she parted her soles then and extracted me. “Well sweetie, it’s about time for bed and, with all the excitement you’ve had, you look exhausted. I did have to admit that I was tired, and having expended myself I did feel like sleeping. Heather stood then and walked into the bedroom. “I do have one more surprise left for you today,” She spoke as she walked, “Remember when I told you that I worked out every day just for you?”

I nodded.

“Well, after each work-out I took off the socks and immediately sealed then in a zip-lock bag. Each day I opened it to put in a new pair the smell wafted out to assail me. Well, I’m going to empty all of the rather strongly-scented socks into a shoe box, along with the pair that I wore today, and that will be your bed,” she finished smiling sexily down at me. All I could do in response was smile a goofy smile in return. Once in the bedroom she placed the box on the nightstand where she placed me and disappeared momentarily into the kitchen.

She returned with a bulging plastic bag and approached me and the shoe box next to me. Opening the bag she tipped it over and began dumping its contents into the box. As I watched I noticed a few pairs of colored socks fall into the box, socks that I had encouraged her to get. I could barely contain my excitement to get into that box. My wait wasn’t long. As soon as all the socks had fallen into the box Heather reached down and picked me up, placing me into the box. Then, looking down on me, she blew me a kiss and smiled once again as she picked up the lid. Then the light disappeared as she put the lid onto the box. I was surrounded by the smell of feet and there I would be until morning. I burrowed into the pile beneath me till used sock fabric surrounded me. I slept fitfully then, dreams of my wife’s giant feet invaded my night. I didn’t mind.

The night passed quickly and light flooded into the box as Heather took the lid off of my ‘bed’. She looked absolutely radiant as she smiled down at me. It was a beautiful smile. I realized then that I was hungry and, almost as though she could read my mine, asked me, “So are you ready for some breakfast little one?”

I answered her that I was, but had no idea what I had in store. Reaching into the box, Heather extracted me and carried me into the kitchen. She had been busy, the table was completely set with a single plate whereon was eggs, sausage, hash-browns, and toast. The smell reached my nose and I was eager to dig into it. She carried me to the table and set me down on its surface but surprised me when she put a glass over me. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Picking up a fork she dug into the plate full of food and began eating it. She chewed the food slowly and leaned towards the glass that imprisoned me. Then I realized what she was doing, she was putting on a show for my benefit. She chewed slowly and open-mouthed. I looked as intently as I could, but the glass I was under wasn’t crystal clear and it was slightly blurry. I enjoyed it regardless.

Towards the end of the meal, Heather reached over and removed the glass from over me and spoke, “Now my little man, it’s your turn for some breakfast.” I expected her to give me the remaining food on her plate, but instead she put the remaining food into her mouth and began chewing it. I actually found myself standing and wondering what I would eat, when Heather reached for me and brought me quickly to her face.

As I approached her face she opened her food-filled mouth. I watched as it opened and it happened almost as if in slow motion. First her lips parted, exposing her pearly-white teeth. Then those teeth parted as well. As I looked into her mouth I couldn’t believe the feelings that I felt. I had often looked into her mouth when we were regular-sized, fantasizing about what it would be like to be inside of it, but here I was about to live my dream.

Her mouth was about half-filled with chewed food. It was imbedded in the trough of her lower molars and covered her tongue. As her mouth opened farther and farther a long strand of saliva strung from the top of her tongue right to the roof of her mouth. Light from the kitchen glistened of the surfaces of her mouth. And of course behind all of this beauty, her throat opened wide. It was almost more than I could take in all at one time. But, before I knew what had happened, she shoved me face first into her mouth and closed her lips behind me.

Suddenly the light disappeared and I found myself hands (up to my elbows) and knees (up to my mid-thighs) in thoroughly chewed food. As I knelt there wondering what to do next, Heather began to undulate her tongue under me and the food, and I found myself being quickly coated by the stuff. She wasn’t swallowing, even though her mouth was full and so she began to salivate tremendously. This made the food-mush even more mushy and I decided that this must have been her intent in feeding me. So, dipping my hand into the must that surrounded me, brought some to my mouth. I didn’t have to chew it myself – obviously it had been chewed for me – so I simply swallowed it. It tasted fairly good, but the knowledge that it had already been chewed by my wife, made it an erotic experience to eat it. As I shoveled more and more of it into my mouth I couldn’t help but think that the mush that I was now eating had been ground between the molars that laid to each side of me, being mixed with gratuitous amounts of saliva as it was done. Everything was slippery, wet, and warm – all except the teeth that is. So, after eating my fill, I began to roll around in the slop on top of her tongue.

Then, suddenly, the tongue under me moved and pressed me against the roof of her mouth, followed quickly by a swallow. Most of the food that surrounded me moved quickly to the back of Heather’s mouth and disappeared down her throat. I had at times swallowed things with something in my mouth that I did not want to swallow and knew how hard it had been. I became fearful that this would be the end me. But light once again reappeared as Heather opened her mouth and her giant fingers entered to extract me.

As I moved forward towards her lips, they closed around me, and I found myself being pulled slowly through them. It was an awesome feeling. Starting with my hands, arms, then face, followed by my torso and then legs, she pulled me through her soft, pliable, warm, wet lips. As she pulled me through her lips most of the remaining food on my body was scrapped (if that is the right word to use for what her lips were doing to me) off of me, replaced by a thin layer of spit. Then, once my feet were pulled free, she laid me on her palm and smiled, then spoke, “I’m not even going to ask, ‘cause I know you enjoyed that. But, before you get cold...”

With that she reached down inserted her finger into the band of her panties and pulled them away from her waist, all the while lowering me closer to them. She continued to lower me until I was just above the waistband, and then she let me drop. My fall wasn’t far and my landing was soft. On the way down I hit the fabric of her panties with my back and slid quickly from there. As I continued my slide I felt the prickles of her pubic hairs as they slid past my face. Then, where her panties closed in on her womanhood I came to an abrupt stop with my face partially buried into the bottom of her labia.

In an instant the smell of her sex began to surround me. I began to push up on the skin to the sides of her labial lips in an attempt to extract my face. While doing so, the light grew dim and I could hear a snap as she withdrew her finger and let the waistband snap back into place. At full-size during our play, I had often smelled her, but the smell had vanished more or less when I withdrew my tongue. But now, as I pried my face from her cleft, my face was covered with the liquids that made up her smell. But again I didn’t have much time to consider my situation as Heather, using her hands from the outside, began to reposition me.

As she moved me about I could hear her voice filtered through the fabric that surrounded me. “I have some things that I need to do today sweetie. I hope you don’t mind, but it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you that I don’t want to leave you here while I go out, so I’m going to take you with me. Obviously I can’t take you in such a way that anyone else could see you, so you’re going to be riding in there most of the day. I really didn’t think you’d mind.”

Finally she was able to position my body so that it ran parallel with the middle of her labial lips, gratefully with my head up this time. Once in this position, she pressed me inwards and continued to push until my shoulder parted her lips and entered slightly. I could here a very faint moan then and then the light got even darker. I wasn’t sure what had happened until I could hear a very clear zipping sound. She was putting her jeans on and as the zipper closed I found myself quite snug and held in place. I spent most of the day in my ‘confinement’. But I didn’t mind so much. She moved quite a lot during the day. She walked, she jogged, and she sat. Sitting was particularly difficult, for when she did, the pressure that surrounded me got quite intense at times. During my stay in her crotch I had the opportunity to get a close look at the pubic hair that abundantly surrounded me. It had the same color as the hair on her head, but it was much courser. I grasped one and ran my hand along its length. It turned this way and that in permanent patterns. As I continued to explore, I noticed that the hairs close to her womanhood smelled strongly. They framed her vaginal opening like a picture frame.

The heat increased as the day went by and eventually began to feel as though I were in a sauna. She sweat profusely and I sweat even more. I constantly shifted position to try to find a comfortable one. Each time I moved she could feel me squirming against her and usually moved a little herself in response. Every so often I found the side of my face touching her clitoris. It was at those times that she squirmed the most.

As the day continued and my squirming for a comfortable position went on the juices that came from her giant sex organs increased and even began to seep out. That combined with both of our sweat and I found myself absolutely covered by liquids of some sort. I had no doubt that I smelled strongly.

Eventually my confinement became boring. All I had been doing up to then was moving to stay comfortable, but I wanted to do something more. The smells that surrounded me made me think of nothing but sex. How could I resist? I began then to insert my arm as far into her as I could and purposely rubbed my face against her clitoris. I was rewarded by a audible moan as she began she squirm for me. I was happy that, even at my small size, I was able to give some of the enjoyment that she had given me back to her. But the fun ended all too quickly when we returned home, and the zipping sound was heard again followed closely by light, fresh air and Heather’s fingers pulling me out.

She put me on the nightstand then and handed me a tissue to clean myself with, at the same time she began to undress. Soon she was standing naked before me and I was filled with absolute awe at the spectacle before me. A massive pillar of flesh that was her leg rose into the air before me. I couldn’t believe how impressive she looked at my size. She sat then on the edge of the bed and pulled out a very familiar looking gun and aimed it at me. I crossed my arms over my face as if to shield myself, but was quickly surrounded by the red-haze that had once enveloped me before. When I moved my arms again to look out I discovered that my surroundings had grown in proportion to myself. I must have been no more than a half-an-inch, but before I could ask what she had done, she offered an explanation.

“I’m going out for dinner tonight and wanted to take you along with me. This time I thought that I would carry you along in my shoe, but in order to carry you for that length of time, I had to make you a bit smaller then before. So…,” with that she reached for me.

“Before we go anywhere I thought that I would feed you a little something so that you don’t starve while I get to eat.” Then, she placed a towel on the nightstand and instructed me to lay down. Then, leaning forward she grasped her breast between her fingers and aimed her nipple in my direction. She was still breast feeding our child and so I knew what was coming. However, unlike the ray from the gun, I made no attempt to fend off what was coming. Rather, I spread my arms and waited with eager anticipation.

It came then, in a stream that issued from her nipple. Her aim was right on and the stream hit me straight in the face. It was warm and sweet tasting. I opened my mouth and took in as much as I could swallow as quickly as I could swallow it. But it came in waves, faster than I could ever hope to take it in and the excess cascaded over my chest, shoulders, arms and up into my hair. I had to turn my head from time to time to take a breath, but enjoyed the shower while it lasted. Once I had had my fill I simply rubbed the liquid that continued to shower me over me chest and face until it finished.

When Heather saw that I was no longer swallowing her milk, she stopped expressing it and once again gave me that beautiful smile that I loved so much. Then, as I dried myself on the towel under me, she began to dress. I watched her as though in a trance as she dressed. She wrapped her bra about her massive chest and clasped it behind her back, then slid her dress over her head and let it cascade down her body. Then she sat on the edge of the bed again and reached for me, placing me on the floor right in from of her foot.

She spoke, “Hold still now.” Then she spread her toes apart and moved her foot forward towards me. Soon, I found the sides of her big and second toe rising up on either side of me. Her foot continued to move until I touched the ‘v’ where her toes met. When Heather felt that I had gone into the space between her toes as far as possible, she let her toes close on me. I watched with great interest then as the flesh walls that surrounded me, began to come together. The light grew steadily dimmer until I was completely enveloped between her toes. The pressure increased slightly then and she lifted her foot, with me firmly in place.

I craned my head up as far as I could and was able to see some of what was happening. Heather crossed her leg and brought the opening of a pair of white nylons to her toes. Pointing them, she began to pull the hose up her foot and leg. As I continued to watch, the nylon spread across the toe space above and below me and on up her leg. I felt myself move then as she crossed her other leg and did the same. Then the light disappeared completely as she inserted her foot into a shoe. I would have to wait until I was extracted to see what shoe I was in, but I knew them all and was happy to be where I was.

Soon her foot was moving again and I felt up and down motions as she walked. The heat and smell increased steadily throughout the evening and was very similar to the experience I had had in her tennis shoe the day before, although not as strong. I found myself covered by a layer of sweat and the air that I breathed was humid and heavily laden by foot smell. I was unable to move because I was held facing inwards, but it did allow me to grind myself into the flesh surface before me. It occurred to me as I sat thinking within my confines that for the amount of time that I had spent completely naked, I hadn’t had any chance to be cold.

As time passed I moved my arms to stroke the flesh surfaces about me. They were slick to my feel and pliant to my touch. I must have been tickling her slightly because, every so often, she repositioned her toes. Each time she did that I was treated to a ‘toe hug’. I was momentarily unable to breath during those, but enjoyed them just the same. Eventually the light returned, fresh air flooded in and Heather began to remove her nylons and pulled me from between her toes. I could see then what shoe I had spent the evening in. She had chosen her black velvet heels, the ones with the bow on them. I really liked them. Many times I had admired them at full-size and had enjoyed our games with them. But I had never dreamed that I would spent some time completely inside of them.

Placing me on the nightstand, she once again aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger. When the haze disappeared I found that I had grown to the size of three inches. I wondered what her reasons were, but as usual my wait wasn’t long. Once again my beautiful giant wife began to undress in front of me, but this time did it very slowly as though she were putting a show on for my benefit.

She began by removing her dress, followed soon after by removing her bra and then her nylons. When she reached her panties, she placed her fingers into the waistband and began a show to beat all shows. Undulating her hips she slowly lowered them, first on one side, then the other. This continued until she had reached her knees. Then, without further ado, she removed them completely.

She laid down on the bed then and, grabbing me, placed me between her outstretched legs just below her knees. She was looking at me while leaning on her elbows and spoke then. “Well my tiny man, it has now come to the part when you make me feel good.” I looked up at her then and must have had a look on my face as if to ask her what she wanted me to do next. She took my lead and spoke again. “Go ahead and hike your way up to you-know-were and make me feel good.”

I needed no prodding. At a dead run I made my way towards her sex. Her thighs were blurs of flesh as I ran, but I slowed as I approached my intended target. I had reached the wall of flesh that contained her massive organ when I finally stopped running, panting lightly. I simply stood and looked at it for a moment, wondering how I was going to approach the task before me.

The bottom of her labial lips laid above me, slightly beyond my reach. So my first order of business was to reach the object of my desire. I could smell her smell wafting down to me, and it only served to encourage me on my quest of lust. So, grasping the lowest of her pubic hairs in my hands, I began hiking myself up the flesh wall. I used her hairs like a ladder and continued grasping hairs as I progressed upwards. I eventually reached her lips but quickly realized that I would be unable to do anything else. My hands were holding me in position and I was unable to move. Frustratedly, I reached out with my foot and pressed it through the opening to give me some footing. Having done that I was able to let go of one handful of hairs and push my right arm, followed by my shoulder, through the slit of her lips. But that, unfortunately, was all I was able to do.

I struggled vainly to get more purchase from the surfaces surrounding me, but it was a vain effort. Heather sensed my troubles and her hand appeared overhead. Without a word, she grasped me a bit roughly and pulled me from the position that I had be able to attain. Quickly she repositioned me and aimed my head at her opening. Then, she moved me forward until my head was pressed into the slit of her lips. I felt some resistance then, but she continued pressing until her lips gave way and my head disappeared into her.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Twice I had inserted my arm and even my foot into her, but this was the first time my head had entered her. I suddenly found my light restricted and it became more difficult to breath. Realizing that this was only the beginning I took as deep a breath as possible. As I expected, Heather continued pressing me inward. She turned me slightly so that my shoulders lined up with her slit and pressed harder. With a ‘pop’ my shoulders cleared the opening. After that, the rest of my body, to my knees, followed easily.

I found myself surrounded then, by hot, moist flesh. I couldn’t believe how soft and incredibly sensual her tunnel of flesh felt. I had never felt such pleasant feelings on my skin, and it touched nearly every part of my body. But the farther I was pushed in, the more difficult it became to breath. I struggled through the mucousy excretions that surrounded me, and was able to get some breaths. I had smelled her before this, but nothing could compare with what I found now. Heather began then to slowly move me in and out of her. I knew I was affecting her because the movement around me increased as she began to move her hips. As she continued, she became more excited and her pace increased along with the amount of fluids she was excreting. As though my body wasn’t going deep enough into her, she moved her fingers down until they were holding only my feet and she pressed as of me as she could into her depths. This made it even more difficult to continue breathing. As though I were fighting off drowning, I took in copious amounts of her juices as I continued to try to breath. This I swallowed and soon had a belly full of the stuff.

It tasted just as I remembered it. I began to think about the feelings I had had in the past making love to my wife and I began to be aroused myself. Heather’s speed and intensity continued to increase as she became more and more excited. I could tell she was coming close to climax. I wondered what it would feel like from this vantage point. Just before she went off, she pressed my body as far into her as possible – which caused my feet to disappear into her – and withdrew her fingers. I was getting more juice than air then, but my hypoxic condition only heightened my own arousal and I myself came close to ejaculation.

The walls of her vagina squeezed me as she finally climaxed. And although it was impossible for her to know it, I ejaculated at the exact same moment. My sperm was lost in the pools of juice that surrounded me and I came very close to passing out then. If I could have been looking at something then, it would have become blurry and dark. But right before I was to pass out, I was withdrawn and laid on a towel. I got a little cold then coming back to my senses, but once I had, I began to wipe myself off and wait to see what my giant lover had in store for me next.

When I finished wiping myself I laid back on the towel, spent. As I laid there, Heather stood up just beyond my feet, and I found that I could barely see her face when she stood to her full height. But I could see it when she leaned her head forward and looked down upon me. Then, getting a mischievous look, she spoke. “You know, I’ve been wondering how we might end our little games. How would my little Thomas like things to end up? Maybe we should finish it now.”

With that she lifted her right foot and moved it forward towards me. It moved slowly, coming closer and closer. Soon it began crossing over the top of me. Her foot cast a giant shadow that began encroached upon my feet. It continued moving up my legs, then covered my arms and chest, followed lastly by my head. I looked up at the massive sole above me. It was within arms reach and I reached out to touch it.

Once again I was rewarded by that feel, the unique feel of sole flesh. I ran my hands along as much of her sole as I could reach. But as I did this, the sole began to descend upon me. I watched as it continued downwards with measured slowness. To my right I could feel her arch, it rose away from me slightly. To my left I could feel the outside of her sole, it was lower than her arch and touched me first. It wasn’t long before it began to touch most of my front and I became quickly aroused. The closer it came the more I could smell of her foot. But, regardless of how close it got, her foot smell never overpowered the smell that I was covered with from my experience with her vagina earlier. At this point she spoke once again.

“Would my little man like to go out crushed beneath his object-of-desire? I could just increase pressure until you popped. Would you like that?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response, but rather continued increasing the pressure she was exerting. Initially the sole touched the tip of my nose, the tip of my toes and my chest, but as she continued her sole contorted so that it was able to cover the lower parts of the top of my body, like my groin and legs. I found that I had to turn my head to the side to keep it from being crushed.

Still the pressure increased. I began to find it difficult to continue breathing, but yet found it incredibly arousing at the same time. I began to wonder then if she did indeed intend to crush me. The pressure increased to the point that I began to see stars. Sole flesh, covered the entire front on my body, then it was over as quickly as it had begun. Heather removed her foot then and spoke. “Nah, I don’t think we’ll do it that way. But I’ll bet that I had you going,” she finished with a giggle.

“I’ll bet you thought that these games were all for your benefit didn’t you? You have given me some pleasure already, but I’d a little more,” she said while grabbing me and laying on the bed. She built a layer of pillows behind her back, spread her legs out before her, and leaned forward and placed me at her feet.

“My feet are tired from my long day, and particularly from wearing those darn heels, for your benefit I might add. So I’ve decided that you need to give me a massage.” She continued while picking up the shrink-gun. “So that you can give me an effective massage I’m going to make you just a little but bigger.” Then she aimed, pulled the trigger and, when the haze vanished, I found that I now stood at the height of six-inches.

She set the gun down then and pointed towards her feet. That was all the encouragement that I needed. I approached the feet that laid before me and wondered how I was going to accomplish what I had been instructed to do. Each time my size changed, my perspective changed, and this was no exception. Her soles, which I could now cover completely by reaching up with my arms, were just as gorgeous as ever, just minutely smaller than the previous day. I stopped when I reached them to consider my first action.

I began to run my hands across the soles with more pressure than any of the times I had touched them before. But I quickly discovered that I could not get enough leverage to make much of a difference. I reached to each side of her sole then, and grasped the edges. This allowed me to use my body to rub the massive sole. I was rewarded by light moaning sounds from my giant wife. Unfortunately, my strength was quickly dissipating. I would be unable to hold myself in this position long. I held myself there as long as I could, but fell backwards onto my butt.

When Heather felt me let go of her foot, she leaned forward to see what had happened. When she saw me there, panting lightly, she knew what the problem was and rolled over and laid on her front-side. She didn’t move me from that position and I knew that she wanted me to continue. This time I climbed onto her foot and was able to use the weight of my body, as minuscule as it was, to rub her sole.

I began by rubbing the soft flesh of her arches. I knew she was most likely to feel it there. I moved from there onto the rougher flesh of the outsides of her sole, along with the pads of flesh in front of her toes. As I continued I became more and more tired by the efforts I was expending and laid down prone onto her flesh and began using my entire body to rub her sole. I finished by scooting forward slightly and, reaching forward, began to rub her heel with my hands. When I finished I moved to the other sole and continued stroking and rubbing it with the energy I had left.

By the time I had finished massaging her soles, I had very little energy left and I more or less collapsed onto her sole. I laid there for only a moment before it moved under me and I rolled off onto the bed. Heather leaned up onto her elbow then and looked at me with a look of thought on her face. Without speaking she reached for the bottle of lotion that she kept on the night stand next to the bed. Then, leaning forward, she uncapped the bottle and squirted a string of the stuff onto each of her soles. Then she spoke, “You look too tired to continue what you were doing. It felt good, but I thought you might be able to continue messaging if you had a little help. Now all you have to do is roll around on my soles and I’ll get to continue this.”

I crawled back onto the soles before me and straddled one of the streams of lotion. She pressed her feet closely together then to keep me from slipping in between them. I leaned down then and pressed my body into the lotion. It was like jumping into a cold pool for the first time, but I continued until my body was completely pressed against her sole. Then, I began to move my body again her foot to spread the lotion into as much of her foot-sole as I could.

This took a lot less energy than my previous activities had. I continued spreading the lotion until I had covered every part of her foot that I could reach. I even took portions of it into my hands and rubbed it into the sides of her feet. I spent more time rubbing the lotion into her heels and the rougher skin on the outside of her soles as I had always done at regular size. Because of the size of the fingers I had then, I was able to get the lotion into crevices that I had been unable to reach ever before. Once again, I was experiencing feelings like none I had ever experienced before.

When I felt that her upper soles were sufficiently covered I spun myself around and continued my efforts. As I moved about, I noticed that, with the combination of the heat that emanated from her sole and the heat from my body the lotion had become warm. It covered the front half of my body and my entire forearms. I slid forward through the lotion then, until I could reach her toes.

I reached forward then and began to stroke the toe ridge before me. I had a thought then and inserted one of my arms into the space between two of her toes. To this, Heather lightly squeezed my arm and let out a soft moan. I knew then that I had found something that pleased my giant mistress. I thrust my arm in as far as I could and continued pushing until I touched the bed beneath her feet with my fingers and began to repeat the same thing between all of her toes. When I was done with that I extracted my arms and used my hands to rub the bottoms of all ten of her magnificent toes. I ended with her big toes, rubbing one with each hand, and when done, leaned forward and placed a love-filled kiss on each one. I just laid there then and rested for a moment.

Heather didn’t move for a while, I had actually put her to sleep. I laid there then myself and slept for a little while, enjoying the slick warmth that I was lying in. I was awakened by a giant fingertip stroking my back. “That was wonderful my little man. We should do that more often. But now onto something a little different. I seem to remember the last time my toenails were painted you really liked it. I thought I would paint them again for you. Actually I thought you could paint them for me. Would you mind?”

I found that even though my strength was almost at an end, the idea of painting my beloved’s toenails was giving me some renewed energy. As I sat contemplating the job of painting her nails, I was startled when a bottle appeared next to me on the bed. Heather had picked a shade she liked and placed the bottle onto the bed next to me. Then, unscrewing the cap, she pulled the cap and brush from the bottle and offered it to me. I took it and approached the toe nearest me. With long, slow strokes I began my job and was soon done with the first nail.

I admired my work and, after dunking the brush in the bottle, began on the second toe. I could certainly see the usefulness of being six-inches. Had I been as small as previously, I could never have even reached over the each of the bottle of polish. I hummed cheerfully as I continued my task. Toe after toe was completed and I eventually found my task completed. I blew on the toes, as I had seen her do to her fingernails before, until they were dry. Once I had finished Geta looked down at me and my work and smiled. “Good job little one. I think maybe it’s time for a well deserved rest.”

She placed me on the towel once again and placed a small dish of water in front of me. She didn’t have to tell me what it was for. I approached it then and began to wash myself. I washed as much as I could using my hands, with what energy I had left. I finished by dunking my entire head in the dish. I could hear Heather softly laugh as I pulled my head out of the water, causing water to cascade down my body. As I washed myself I wondered how I would be sleeping this night and could see that she was once again reaching for the shrink-gun.

With another red flash I found myself returned to my original size of two inches. See reached for me then and, at the same time, grabbed one of her tennis-shoes. She brought me to her gigantic face and to her lips. Then, after placing a lingering kiss on me (that I was almost too tires to appreciate), placed me into the shoe. She tilted the shoe then causing me to tumble into the toe of it. This was the same shoe I had been in the day before and I recognized the scent. The light quickly disappeared then as Heather stuffed a wadded-up sock into the opening. Then there was a slight shifting, followed by a bump as she set the shoe down. Then the movement was over for the night. I fell asleep almost instantly, certainly too soon to enjoy the smell around me. But I rested contentedly in the confines of the shoe. I was a very happy man.

I slept hard that night and had to be awakened when the morning came. I missed the light that flooded in, followed by cool air, when Heather removed her sock from the shoe’s opening. I only began to wake when I tumbled forward as Heather grabbed the shoe and tipped it. I cracked my eyes open just in time to see her giant fingers reach into the opening and extract me. She placed me onto her palm and looked at me. She smiled as I looked at her. How could a person look so absolutely radiant and beautiful in the morning? I stretched myself while lying in the middle of her palm and returned her smile.

I began to realize that I was hungry then and, remembering the fun of breakfast yesterday, hoped that I would get a repeat performance. While I thought about this, Heather walked into the kitchen holding me atop her palm. Unfortunately, when we reached the kitchen I noticed that there were no eggs and hash browns. I was placed upon the tabletop then as Heather went to the cupboard and retrieved a bowl and cereal box. I was disappointed, but I was also quite hungry and didn’t mind how I ate as long as I was able to. I watched in hungry anticipation while she loudly poured the cereal into the bowl, followed by the milk. She took her first mouthful and continued till the bowl became nearly empty. It was then that I realized that I was probably going to get a repeat of my adventures of yesterday, and I became quite excited then.

She spoke to me as the bowl grew empty. “I figured you would probably want to get your food like you did yesterday, but in order to keep our little games interesting, I decided that I would make you work a little for it. You’re going to have to climb up my body in order to get it. But don’t worry, I know you couldn’t do it from the floor, so I will lay down and make you do it then.”

Once Heather had taken the last mouthful of food, she began chewing it while grabbing me and going to lay on the bed. Then she placed me at her feet and laid back upon her pillows. I looked at her enormous body laying before me and at her feet to each side, and although I was tempted by her feet, I was more hungry and I began walking up the valley formed by her legs.

As I walked I reached out and ran my hand along the leg to my right. Heather laughed a little and I could feel her leg vibrate beneath my ministrations. I couldn’t help but laugh in response, realizing that even at my little size I was able to affect my giant lover. Eventually I reached the bottom cuff of her panties. I knew that from the outside I would never be able to get enough of a grip on it’s fabric to climb up, so I had already decided that the best approach was to go on the inside.

Grasping the edge of the cuff in my hand, I lifted it and ducked inside. It quickly became harder than I had anticipated, but I pressed on. I slipped and slid as I proceeded, but was eventually able to make my way to the place where her legs came together, a place that had a very familiar look and smell.

I could see her sex and surrounding hair by the faint light that filtered through the fabric. I reached out then and grabbed a handful of her hair. I pulled myself into the crotch of her panties then and grabbed another handful with my other hand. Then, like the previous night, I began to climb by using her hair as a ladder. Only this time I didn’t stop on the way up, although I have to admit it was as tempting as leaving her feet alone had been. As my climb continued, the skin beneath me began to curve forward and became ever more level. I was approaching my target.

I soon reached the bottom of the teddie she was wearing and noticed that she had tucked into her panties and decided that I would go on top of it in my climb and eventually I reached the elastic band that surrounded my beloved’s waist and I pushed myself under it. The climb, combined with the strength necessary to get under her waistband, tired me and I laid lightly panting after pulling my last foot out from under the elastic. I stroked the slick fabric under me with my idle hand and gathered my strength for the climb that I still had ahead of me.

Having rested momentarily, I stood and began walking upwards again. As I walked, I noticed her breasts like hills, rising up to my left and right. They grew steadily larger as I continued and I soon found myself walking between them. I realized then that I had not had the opportunity to explore them at my new size and was more tempted then ever to alter my course, but a loud growl from my abdomen encouraged me forward. No sooner had I passed through the valley between her breasts then I found myself at the edge of her garment material where it opened for her head.

I stepped forward and felt her skin beneath my soles. As I approached I wondered how I was going to get to her face. When I reached her chin I realized that, with arms extended, I had just enough height to grasp it. I did so and, with all the strength I could muster, pulled myself up. I threw one arm over the edge as soon as I could, followed quickly after by my other arm. Then I continued pulling myself upwards by placing my knees onto her chin. I was finally there.

I sat there straddling her chin and leaned forward and placed my hands at the edge of her bottom lip. It was very soft there, and as I did this the corners of Heather’s mouth curled up and she grinned. She left her lips tightly closed and I found myself wondering what game we were playing. Unlike the pervious morning, when I had been thrust into her wide-open mouth, she tightened her lips as I pressed down upon them.

I continued my efforts to push my hand through her lips, trying to get the food inside, but was unable to do much more than move them slightly. The flesh of her lips squished under my hands as I put all of my weight into my efforts and pushed down. Then , with one quick move, she opened her mouth and I fell straight in. As I fell, her lips closed again and I found that they were now clamped about my waist. Her mouth, which still had food in it, was filled nearly to the top with saliva. My head fell into the pool beneath me, where it nearly came up to my eyes. I did nothing for a moment, stunned, but my hunger quickly got the better of me and I reached down and, dipping my hands into the nearest ball of mush floating in the pool of spit, brought it to my mouth and swallowed it.

I continued eating till I had had my fill and then began to worm my way forward, desiring to be in her mouth entirely once again. I could feel her lips tighten about my waist as I squirmed, and then my efforts where interrupted when her fingers pulled me from her mouth. My top half was covered with spit and chewed food. Heather spoke then. “Uh-uh-uh, not yet, we’re going to be playing that game later.” With that she sat up and began to dress.

She was dressing casually, wearing jeans, shirt and my favorite, her brown leather flats. She did not put any socks on and began to place her toes into the openings of her shoes. She lifted her foot then and dangled one of her flats from her toes. I could barely see from my vantage point high on the bed and craned my head to get a better look. I didn’t have to try hard because, before I knew what had happened, her giant hand appeared behind me, where it grasped me and began moving me towards the foot and shoe that had so enamored me just moments before.

When I reached the level of her foot, she dropped me into the rear portion of her dangled shoe. The slick surface beneath me moved down slightly under my weight and I slid forward on my knees until I hit the heel of her shoe which stopped me from sliding further. I wanted to enjoy this as much as possible and turned around and sat, using the back of her heel as a chair. From that point-of-view I was able to look up at the heel that dangled just above my head and on down the sole of Heather’s foot until it met the sole of the shoe.

Heather began then to bounce the shoe lightly up and down. The first couple of times I struck my head on the heel above me and, rather than get hit again, slide up the sole and laid back. As my skin made contact with the slick sole of her shoe all I could do was enjoy the ride. It didn’t last long, soon Heather reached down and, after grasping the shoe I was in, removed it from her toes and looked down at me. Then with the ever familiar shrink-gun in hand, pointed it at me and pulled the trigger.

When the red subsided I found that I was about an inch tall. I wondered what the purpose of this size would be. But my thoughts were interrupted as the shoe turned under me and I found myself tumbling down the sole towards the toe. Unlike the two shoes I had already been inside of, the sole of the flat I was currently in was very slippery and I slid as much as tumbled down it’s length. Quickly the light was reduced as I entered the toe area of Heather’s shoe and I came to an abrupt stop when I hit the end of the section.

As I watched the light was further reduced when Heather began inserting her bare foot. It crept forward ever so slowly as it approached. When the toes reached me, she began to move her toes up as she tried to take me under her foot. She continued trying for a few minutes, but soon discovered that I would not fit under the circumstances. The light reappeared then as she withdrew her foot. Then she shoe tipped again and I slid back to the heel.

Heather reached for me and pulled me from the shoe, then moved me towards the same foot that she had tried to move me under. As I approached her toes stretched upwards and she stuffed me into the valley of flesh formed where her toes met the rest of her foot. She shoved me into the area face first and then closed the toes about me, holding me in place. I found myself surrounded by warm flesh once again. Then, Heather moved her foot, with me held tightly in place, and put it into her shoe. When her foot stopped moving I had foot above me, shoe sole below me, and warm, moist air around me, that was getting warmer by the second. This was going to be a good day.

As the day progressed I began to sweat along with the giant foot above me. The smell that surrounded me and covered me grew stronger. It was a smell I was intimately familiar with and one that I loved. I inhaled deeply then, as I would many times throughout the day, and enjoyed the smell immensely. She dangled her shoe from time to time throughout the day as I could tell from the movement about me and the reappearance of light at those times.

The sole beneath me became very slick the more the sweat surrounded me. As the amount of sweat increased I found myself turning slightly each time the shoe was dangled and eventually found myself face down on the sole. I ran my tongue along the sole and was rewarded with a salty taste in my mouth. I made three complete revolutions as the day continued and took the opportunity to sample the taste of whatever surface I was facing each time. But, like everything else that is fun, this too came to an end.

When Heather had finished running around for the day, she returned home and removed her shoes and me from them. She had already undressed down to her garments by then and I wondered what was next. Heather spoke then, “I remember how much you like my smells little from our games before, well while I grab some dinner I thought that I would let you partake in another one of my smells.” With that she raised her arm and placed me into the crook of her armpit. Then she closed it on me and held me there.

I hadn’t had much of an opportunity to dry from the sweat covering that I had gotten inside the shoe and continue sweating in the new, still warm, confines of her armpit. She had shaved it and I could feel very light prickles from the stubble that was beginning to grow back. The smell that I smelled there was different from her feet, but I liked it just the same. I had no idea what she had done during the day, I wondered if she had even left the house, because the smell that then surrounded me had no traces of deodorant. My wonderful, giant wife had allowed herself to stink just for me. Oh how I loved her.

I took the opportunity to sample the taste of the flesh that surrounded me here, and enjoyed the warmth until the light returned and I quickly became chilled as fresh air flowed around me. The air that flooded in contained the smell of whatever Heather had had for dinner and I realized just how hungry I was. It wasn’t long till I was able to eat. Only it was a little (okay a lot) different than I thought it would be.

She sat me on the top of the table that she was sitting behind and inserted a finger into one of her nostrils. I squinted my eyes in surprise and withdrew a little in shock. As I backed a few feet (at my scale) she withdrew her finger were a large green booger surrounded by snot stuck. She stuck finger close to me then and offered it to me. Sure I had stuck my tongue into her nose during games we had played before, but did she actually expect me to eat this. I knew I should be filled with disgust then, but instead found myself getting excited with the prospect.

Slowly I approached her outstretched finger and reached out and grasped the booger. It was quite squishy and a bit sticky in my hands and I brought it to my face. I looked at it closely and it had a light-green color to it. I tentatively took a nibble and found that it tasted like the boogers I had tasted as a child. The fact that it had come from inside my giant wife aroused me and I took another bite with a little more fervor than before. I continued, bite after bite, until it was gone and I was surprised at what I had done. But at least I was full.

Heather watched me with fascination as I ate it and then spoke. “You know, I wondered if you would actually do it. I knew you had stuck your tongue up my nostrils before, but I didn’t know weather or not you’d do this. I guess you really are into things that come out of me. Well, since today has unofficially become gross day, onto dessert.” With that she grabbed a bowl from the cupboards, placed me into it, and walked into the bedroom.

She placed the bowl onto the bed and, after stepping onto the bed also, knelt over the bowl as she had done at times past. It was because of those games that I knew what was coming next. I could barely see her giant sex-organ through the mat of pubic hair. I tried to remember where the stream had come from in the past and knelt where I thought it would hit.

It came much easier than it had ever before. My attempt to place myself in the stream paid off and the golden stream hit me in my chin. It was warm as it hit me and I ducked down quickly so that it hit me it the face. The liquid surrounded me and quickly began pooling at my legs. It filled my mouth and I swallowed it as quickly as I could and stung my eyes every so often. The strength of the stream knocked me onto my back, into the pool under me. It didn’t take long and I found myself completely covered by the stuff. I enjoyed my shower although I knew I stunk.

Her pee continue coming for a while longer, and eventually reached over my ears and on up my cheekbone, where it finally stopped. I laid there then in my ‘bath’ and looked up at my giant lover. She smiled down at me and reached in gingerly, trying to keep from touching her pee as much as possible. “Now that you’ve had one kind of bath, I thought maybe we might have a real bath – together. I’ve been looking forward to that for a while now.” She carried me and the bowl into the bathroom then, dumped the bowl into the toilet, and placed me on the side of the tub, where she began to fill it.

The sound of the running faucet filled the room and was very loud were I stood on the rim of the tub. Once the water had reached the mid-point of the tub, Heather emerged from the bedroom, having removed all of her clothes. She stepped up to the tub and reached down to feel the temperature of the water. Finding it satisfactory she stepped over the rim, right where I was standing, and put her foot into the tub. I looked up just in time to see her legs spread wide and her sex slightly open to my view. Then she pulled her remaining foot into the tub and sat in the water.

She sat back into the water as a sigh escaped her lips. She reached for me than and put me on the top of her tummy. Then she sat all the way back and put her arms on the sides of the tub. The water barely covered her stomach, just enough for me to lay back myself and be half-way in the water. We both laid for a few minutes, doing nothing more than enjoying the water.

Finally, my wife-island moved. She grabbed the soap from the side of the tub and dunked it into the surrounding water. I began to slide forward than and had to stick my arm into her navel in order to stop my slide towards the water. While I held myself in place, Heather lifted her leg from the water. Streams of water ran off of her leg and the water around it swirled powerfully. I had never realized how strong the currents were at regular size. But as I watched the water move around her, I was filled with awe.

I looked up the long leg before me, that stretched for what seemed like a good quarter-mile. It shined in the light and I looked up the length of it. She pointed her toes as her leg continued emerging and I remembered some of the games I had had with them. She was a magnificent and gargantuan sight to behold. I was again filled with love for the giant woman that held me spellbound.

Once Heather had her leg out of the water, she ran the soap over its surface. She continued lathering until it was completely covered and then put it back into the water to rinse her leg. She then continued her cleaning on the other leg. The water quickly became filled with soap suds and they began to cover her stomach, right where I was, just like waves of water on the beach. It became steadily more difficult to keep my grip as the slippery soap covered me.

Next Heather lifted her arm from the water and washed it, followed soon after by the other. Her chest was nearly covered by soap then, and I finally lost my fight to keep my grip and began sliding down my wife’s abdomen towards the water between her legs. I rolled onto my back as I slipped and slid, it reminded me of a ride on a waterslide. But before I reached the water a giant hand appeared in front of me where I ran into it.

Heather lifted me then and brought me to her face. “You’re covered with soap my little lover. You almost look like a bar of soap,” she said. Then a look crossed her face, she was getting an idea. She lowered me to her chest then and began to rub me along her skin. She used me as though I were a bar of soap and continued rubbing. She started rubbing me along the skin of her tummy and moved me slowly upwards until I had reached the bottom of her breasts. It was then that I remembered that I had not yet played with them and how I desired to then.

Her strokes slowed then as she drew me up the slope of her breasts to the nipple and on down the other side. She swirled me around the bottoms of her breasts and pulled my slippery body, more than once, over her nipples. They rose under me and I rose in response. As we continued she released me and I slide down into the valley between her breasts. I had very little control then and I rolled around over the flesh that surrounded me. I discovered that if I backed up far enough I could get a running start and slide over her breasts.

I rolled my body over as much flesh as I as able to reach, without getting too close to the water on her sides. I continued being excited from the feelings that I was having. I enjoyed my game until Heather picked me from her chest and instructed me to hold my breath, then she dunked me into the water and rinsed me. After that she lifted me to her nose and sniffed and, after nodding slightly, placed me onto the rim of the tub, stepped out and reached for her towel and began drying herself. “Well my tiny man, it’s time now for the piece-de-resistance,” she said. I wondered what that might be, but she didn’t say more, instead she gave me a washcloth so that I could also dry.

When I had finished drying Heather reached down and grabbed hold of me, carrying me to the sink in the bathroom. There she placed me on the vanity and reached up and opened the medicine cabinet. The huge door of the cabinet swung out and over my head. I hadn’t had much opportunity to see regular everyday objects at my perspective and was awed at the huge size of it. Heather pulled a small tube from the shelves within and the door swung back over my head as it closed. I immediately noticed that the tube that she had extracted was filled with one of my favorite things: lipstick. She slowly removed the cap of the tube and twisted it, causing the lipstick within to protrude. Heather looked down at me then and, giving me a sensuous smile to die for, began running the tip of the lipstick over her lips. She started with her top lip, moving from left to right, she then moved down to her bottom lip and used the same direction there. She swiped the lipstick across her lips erotically slow and, once completed, repeated the process.

When she had completed covering her lips with the lipstick, she pursed her lips and rubbed them on each other, spreading the makeup into every wrinkle of them. Throughout the process I watched – intently. Many times we had played games with her lipstick, but never had those lips been so huge, covered so liberally. She smiled yet again and then began to lean towards me.

As she leaned down, approaching me, she opened her mouth. The closer she came, the wider her mouth was. As I watched, her mouth moved closer and closer to my position and was soon positioned immediately over me. She didn’t stop there though, instead she descended on me, mouth wide open. Although I had been in that mouth twice before, and wanted nothing but to be in there again, my reflexes got the better of me and I put my arm up to fend her off.

The light decreased as her lips descended past my head. I was turned in such a direction that, as her mouth continued descending past my shoulder to my stomach, I found that I was facing her massive tongue. She continued until her lips had reached the level of my knees, at which time she closed them on me. The lips closing behind my knees made me fall forward, right into the tongue in front of me. But by then, she had closed her mouth tightly enough that there was no danger of me falling out.

The suction surrounding me increased slightly then as she sucked on my body. The saliva that surrounded me moved towards her throat, and her tongue bucked under me as she swallowed some of it. My feet left the surface under me as she lifted her head, and I could feel movements all about me as I she leaned her head back. I had no idea what she was doing, but enjoyed slipping around on the top of her warm, wet tongue. The movements didn’t last long and she released me. When I slipped out of her mouth I fell back onto the surface of the vanity and noticed that my knees were covered by lipstick.

She allowed me to slip entirely from her mouth, very slowly. She left a lingered lick on the entire front half of my body as I slipped from her. I leaned back to look at the beautiful giantess above me and slipped, landing on my back. When Heather saw this she leaned down and begin, starting at my face, to place lingering kisses on me. Soon my face, down to my upper chest, was covered with lipstick, shaped in the pattern of those wonderful lips.

She continued kissing my body, moving from my chest, to my abdomen, and on down my legs placing three kisses there. It wasn’t long before my body was riddled with lipstick marks. The marks ran across my skin in the unique patterns that lips leave. I looked down at myself and couldn’t help but be aroused. Again, that smile.

As I looked up and wondered what would be next, I could see a small blob of spit forming at the middle of her lips. It continued growing in size, until it began to stream downwards. She had placed her head and mouth directly over me and the spit blob was aimed right at my face. She continued allowing her spit blob to develop and I found myself quivering with excitement and anticipation. Then the blob fell.

It fell slowly, a long stream holding the blob to her lips. She was close to me then, but not so close that the blob would reach me without parting from her lips. Finally the stream broke and the spitball fell. It hit me then in my face, and it formed a star shape around my head. I opened my mouth and took in as much of the spit as I could and quickly swallowed it. As I rubbed the spit over my body Heather reached down and picked me up again saying, “I’m going to eat you now little man. I’m going to take you into my mouth and swallow you whole, so you can enjoy the ride.”

She immediately placed me back into her mouth – completely this time – and I could feel movement as she walked. I didn’t know it yet, but she was carrying me into the bedroom. The movement continued as she sat on the bed and then she spit me onto her palm. I came out of her mouth slowly, because she held me with suction. She released the suction in increments as I came out, which caused me to come out with the same slowness. It was an erotic ride.

I could sense that our games were drawing near the end as I popped out onto her palm. I laid back on the palm and just waited for whatever was coming to come. She grabbed my ankle between her fingers and lifted me from her palm, dangling me. She laid back completely then, making her face a horizontal surface directly beneath me. I knew what was coming next then as she opened her mouth. As her mouth opened a spit bubble covered its opening and I could feel myself desending. As with the other games that we had played, this happened extremely slow. I looked at her face as I descended. The light reflected on her beautiful brown eyes as they followed me down, and her lips glistened with the lipstick that covered them. As I approached the opening, I held my arms to my sides to ensure that my face would be the first to touch the spit bubble. It did and the bubble burst as my face and head entered her mouth.

The light that entered her mouth reflected from her wet tongue. Her teeth surrounded her tongue on each side and I wondered what food went through on its way down. She moved her tongue as I descended and it’s tip touched my face first covering it compltely. As my descent continued I began sliding down her tongue. It curled into a trough under me and wrapped up onto my sides. Once again I was surrounded by the smells, the warmth, and the wetness of her mouth.

Finally, as my knees began to pass her lips, she released me and I fell to the back of her tongue which was arched against the top of her mouth, where I stopped. The light disappeared completely then as her lips closed. Never before had her teeth closed around me, but they did now and I realized what was coming next. Heather allowed saliva to stream into her mouth for a small time and it pooled about me. Her tongue continued to hold me in place, pressed again the top of her mouth. She rolled me about a few times and then the tongue moved away from the back of her throat.

Gravity grabbed me then and I slid quickly downwards. I entered her throat face-first, and my body quickly followed. Soon I was completely surrounded by the flesh of her esophagus. It was a tight fit, but the flesh stretched to accommodate me and the slickness of it caused me to continue my downward slide. No sooner had I found myself in Heather’s throat and it began kneeding me towards her stomach. As my trek continued and I reached out and tried to grab hold of anything I could to stop my descent, but all I found was slick, pliant flesh that provided no purchase. Before I knew it I had reached to opening to her stomach and I was pressed through and began to fall into the dark pit beyond. I blacked out.



THE END