Chris sighed heavily as he entered the office. He would have liked to stay home, but his boss asked him to come in on a Saturday to catch up on some work. "I'll hit the gym as soon as I'm done here," he thought. "At least then it'll have been a productive day."
Chris had an athletic build, muscular but not huge, lean but not skinny. Unfortunately for him, event at 32 years old he stood at a whopping 5'6" tall, so he was never very successful when it came to dating. He had had a few girlfriends here and there, but none that shared the multitude of kinks he had always been interested in.
He was walking down the long hallway towards his office when he heard something coming from inside. "That's odd," he thought, "no one else is supposed to be here.
He opened his office door and saw his boss's new secretary, Sierra, sitting at his desk, her hand on the computer mouse. She looked up smiled, still clicking at something on the screen.
Sierra was what any man would describe as gorgeous. 28 years old, long, flowing brunette hair, beautiful blue-ish green eyes, freckles dotting her cheeks and her cute nose. She had an amazing body, with ample breasts, toned arms and long, athletic legs. Chris had overheard she played volleyball in college, and it definitely showed. She was maybe an inch or two taller than Chris, but seemed to tower over him in the black, peep-toe heels she wore daily.
What brings you here?" She asked, her voice noticeably more sultry than normal. "Me?" Chris replied, "Why are you in my office on a Saturday?" He smiled teasingly. Sierra stood up, walked around the desk and sat on the edge, crossing her feet at the ankle. Chris couldn't help but notice she had on the same sexy heels he would always stare at during the work week. They matched well with her grey pencil skirt and white button-up blouse. "Well, to be honest, I was hoping to catch you here." She said coyly. "Oh? And why is that?" Chris said, his amusement turning to genuine confusion. Sierra stood up and walked towards him, standing inches away from him.
She had a habit of standing close to him when they talked at work, constantly brushing her hair out of her face as if to accentuate how far she had to look down. He had never been a very tall guy but she had a knack for making him feel tiny.
"It has to do with what I found on your computer, Chris. You left it open the other day and I couldn't help but look at your browser history. In fact," she said, now whispering, "I found even more of it just now." She gestured towards his computer. "You really shouldn't be looking at that kind of smut at work, mister." She said the last word with a mocking tone, as if he was a child being chastised.
Chris's heart pounded in his chest and he could feel his face burning, positive it was already bright red. His mind raced, imagining all the things she could have seen on his computer. He cursed himself for not clearing his history sooner. All he could do was look back and forth between her eyes and her pursed, smirking lips.
"Y-you're not going to tell anyone, are you?" He said finally, praying she wouldn't bring up the specific sites she had seen.
"No, I won't," she said reassuringly. "As long as you're a good boy." Her eyes seemed to pierce through him as she continued to stare, biting her lower lip. Chris could now feel his heartbeat in his head, as well as a sudden rush of blood between his legs. "W-what do you mean?" He asked shakily. "Well first of all," she began, her face suddenly hardening, "I want to hear what you like. I want you to tell me all of your dirty fantasies, out loud, or else everyone in the office will find out what you've been looking at behind closed doors." Chris swallowed hard. He could tell she was serious and knew he would never be able to come back to work if his search history was revealed."Ok, I'll tell you, as long as you promise me you won't tell anyone."
A smile returned to her face as she leaned in even closer. "I've got you wrapped around my little finger, so I don't think you're in any position to make demands. Now, have a seat. And start with the dickgirls."
Chris's eyes widened. He took a deep breath and sat down as Sierra returned to sitting on the edge of his desk. "I-" was all he managed to say before his voice caught in his throat. "I like futanari women. Women with cocks." He tried to avoid her eyes, but he didnt want to be caught looking at her tantalizing body either. "I've always fantasized about being a tall futanari's submissive plaything." His face burned as he met her eyes again. To his surprise, she was smiling. "Go on." She said. "You like the girls who are fucking you to be tall, huh?"
Chris cleared his throat. He was about to continue when he noticed Sierra's skirt was a little tighter. Was it his imagination or was there a bulge in the middle that wasn't there before?
"Well?" She said sternly. Chris regained his thoughts. "I like tall women. Very tall. Amazons, giantesses, anything. To be honest, I'd love to be shrunken by a woman and taken back home with her." He surprised himself at how honest he was being. He barely noticed that his feet didn't touch the floor anymore.
"We can stop there for now" Sierra said, once again standing up and stepping forward. "I have a secret for you, Chris. Not only do I enjoy those things as well, I also have the -unique- ability to make other people's fantasies come true." She stepped even closer to him. He was sure he could see a bulge in her skirt now. What was more surprising was how far he had to look up to see her face now. He looked down and saw his legs rapidly getting shorter and shorter. He quickly stood on the chair he was once sitting on and realized he was now only up to Sierra's waistline. He couldn't have been more than two feet tall.
She watched and smiled delightedly as Chris was realizing the magniutude of the situation. "You know, I've always thought you were cute, but now you're just adorable." Chris felt a familiar rush of blood between his legs as she teased him. "Say it, little man. Say those magical words."
"W-what are you going to do to me?" He asked, his voice shaking. Sierra moved her hands to her waist and began pulling down her skirt. "Mmmmm that's it. I love it when they say that."
He watched as she removed her skirt, stepping out of it with her heels. The pink, lacy panties that hugged her soft hips in front of him were now noticeably bulged in front, and he was pretty sure of what was coming next. Sierra moved her panties to the side and pulled out a semi-erect futa-cock and pair of large, hairless balls. Chris couldn't help but stare at them, his own cock now hardening at an alarming rate. She held the shaft loosely in her hand, her dark-blue painted fingernails adding a feminine touch to what Chris thought was somehow an already feminine cock.
"Do you like what you see, little guy?" She said, swaying her meat left and right. "This is your fantasy after all." "Now, strip down and get started, I have -lots- of ideas for how I'm going to play with you."
Chris immediately stripped down, his now tiny cock springing out of his pants. He stepped forward on the chair and placed his hands on her cock, feeling it's substantial weight. "Good boy" she cooed from up above. He started rubbing and kissing her comparedly massive futa cock, feeling its warmth against his torso. He stroked it with one arm and used the other to bring one of her balls forward, pressing his face into and kissing and licking it passionately. It smelled of sex, and skin, and sweat. He was quickly becoming lost in the moment as he worshipped this gorgeous, athletic girl's throbbing cock.
Sierra was soon fully erect and breathing heavily. "You've done such a good job at getting me hard, toy. I think you deserve a reward." Before he could react, she picked him up, turned around, and set the shrunken, naked man on his desk. "Hmmm, I think you need to be a little smaller for this activity." She snapped her fingers and he shrunk once more. Now barely 12 inches tall, he was utterly helpless as she pushed him onto his back with her hand and laid her warm, thick, 10-inch shecock on top of him. She pressed the tip against his face, which immediately was covered in pre-cum. "Do you like the taste, Chris? This is everything you've fantasized about. You're being a good little slut for my girl-cock, aren't you?" Without answering, he hastily licked the tip of her dick, swallowing her salty juices. She pulled her cock back and forth along his torso, coating it in a slick film of pre. She continued thrusting back and forth along his muscular form, her cock pulsing as she enjoyed his physique's naturally ribbed surface. She slid her slender fingers under his body and pinned it to her cock with her thumb as she used him to jerk herself off. He could feel every pulse and throb as she got closer to orgasm. She groaned quietly, then slowly built into a louder, lust-filled moan. "Look me in the eyes, pet. I want to see your pathetic face covered in my cum." He looked up at her and thought about the cute brunette he had met only a few days prior. He had imagined doing all sorts of depraved sex acts with her, but never could have guessed she would be pinning his shrunken body to her futa cock as she jerked off. With a loud exhale, she blew her load, unleashing pump after pump of cum onto him. His entire face was covered in an instant. She set him down as she continued to stroke herself, aiming her spunk at the rest of his naked torso. She breathed heavily as the last few spurts covered her boy toy, his tiny prick still rock hard and now dripping with her white ejaculate.
Chris laid motionless in the sticky puddle on his desk. He had never felt more humiliated in his life, nor as turned on. Sierra brushed her hair back and leaned down, so her face was inches from Chris. "Have fun, my little plaything?" She asked. Chris nodded his head yes. Sierra smiled and stood back up. "Well let's get you cleaned up, mister. There's a lot more fun to be had when we get back to my place."
She winked and walked out of the room, returning with damp paper towels and a roll of tape. She gently wiped him down, paying special attention to his throbbing cock. Without speaking, she pulled off a few strips of tape and quickly bound his ankles, followed by his wrists, which were behind his back.
"Why are you tying me up?" He asked, not sure if he wanted an answer.
"I can't have you running off on me, now can I?" She said teasingly. "I'm not sure if you're ready for my type of punishments yet. Plus, you look cute all helpess and erect." She picked him up and dropped him into her open, satin-lined purse. He watched from inside as she stripped off her panties, which had been slightly dampened with pre-cum, and drop them into the purse on top of him. Once again his nostrils filled with the scent of sweat and sex. "A little gift for you to enjoy on the drive home." She said. "I know you didn't get to cum yet and I want to keep you nice and hard for our next activity."
Sierra walked out of the building with her purse over her shoulder, Chris bound and tucked safely inside. Both of their minds raced with the possibilities to come.
Chris must have passed out from excitement because the next time he opened his eyes, he was no longer in Sierra's purse. He could feel his ankles and wrists were still tightly bound as his eyes slowly adjusted to his surroundings. He was in a bedroom, sitting on the floor, with his back up against the bed. He looked down to confirm what he had already assumed, he was still stark naked. Before he could even think about his next action, he heard a door open behind him.
"Oh good, you're awake." A familiar voice cooed. "You were passed out when we got home so I decided to make you comfortable. I even gave you back most of your height." Chris turned his head but couldn't quite turn far enough to see Sierra. "Most?" He asked, sounding significantly more pathetic than he had wanted. "Yes my little toy. Don't you trust me after all the fun we had in your office?"
Flashbacks of having his shrunken body pinned against the underside of Sierra's enormous, pulsing futa cock flooded Chris's mind. He looked down as his own cock instantly hardened at the thought of being used like a plaything by the dominating giantess. "Mmm, what's this? Your little prick got hard just from thinking about it." Sierra teased, now standing directly beside him. Chris turned and stared at Sierra's perfect, athletic body, her hands resting on her cocked hips. Besides her iconic peep-toe heels, Sierra was completely naked, her thick cock hanging threateningly between her thighs. "Well I take that as a compliment..." she said, winking at him. "...and since you were such a good toy, I decided you deserve a reward."
She easily stepped over him and sat on the bed behind him, her heels resting on either side of his legs. He felt her inch forward, nestling her crotch against the back of his neck, and then felt her heavy, flaccid meat rest on his shoulder. She lifted it casually with one hand and held it near his face. "Dont worry you little cock whore, you'll get to taste this again before the end of the night." She slapped it against his cheek teasingly, making his heart pound and his cock twitch.
"Aww, don't think I forgot about you, little guy." She said, slipping her right foot out of her heel and stepping down on Chris's hardon, pressing it into his left thigh. She slowly slid her soft foot up and down his shaft, occasionally wrapping her toes around his cock head and giving it a playful squeeze. Within seconds her sole was lubricated with his precum, which she spread across his shaft. Sierra leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Mmm someone is already enjoying my footjob," she teased. "How many times have you jerked off to the thought of fucking my cute little soles, hmm?"
Chris breathed heavily, his mind desperately searching for words, but she didn't give him time to find them. She pressed down harder on his prick, "Or are you such a little foot freak, you touch yourself to the idea of simply smelling them?" She felt an extra strong pulse under her foot and laughed. "I knew it! What a predictable little perv!" She leaned in closer and touched her soft lips to his ear, her foot grinding his cock harder into his thigh. "Most men would want to bend me over and fuck my tight pussy, but not you, huh? Your biggest fantasy is pressing your face into my soles and rubbing one out while I ignore you like the pathetic excuse for a man you are."
Chris moaned and nodded his head quickly. Sierra straightened up and spoke more firmly. "Uh-uh, say it out loud little man. Or your reward ends here." Between heavy breaths, Chris moaned, "Yes Goddess, all I could think about after we met was worshipping your feet." Sierra smiled, "Good boy. Now..."
She lifted her left foot and removed her other heel with her hand. She held it delicately in front of his face, the stiletto pointed directly at him. "...show me how you would suck your Goddess's cock. And don't you dare cum." She ordered, her right foot stroking slower than before. Chris leaned forward, wrapped his lips around her heel's shaft, and started bobbing his head back and forth, as if tempting it to cum in his mouth. He moaned and quickened the pace, getting as much of the heel into his mouth before his forehead touched the bottom of the shoe. He pulled back and started licking it up and down, kissing the tip with every pass.
"Mmm" Sierra cooed happily, reinstating a quicker pace with her footjob. "I knew you'd be a good little cocksucker. I can't wait to fuck your slutty little mouth myself." Chris could only moan back in response. "I'm glad you're enjoying your reward, but we will need to work on your dirty talk." She said, half-annoyed. She turned the high heel around so the opening was now facing Chris. With a word, she pressed it against his face, so his nose rested firmly against the sole where her toes normally would be. He breathed in deeply, intoxicated by the scent of leather and sweat and skin.
"Cum for me like the pathetic foot slut that you are" Sierra commanded, her right foot stroking his cock even faster. "Yes Goddess..." Chris was barely able to mutter, his voice muffled by the shoe pressed against his face. He breathed in again deeply, her heel's scent making him dizzy with lust, then moaned loudly as he reached orgasm, his prick pulsing and spasming as he shot his load down his leg. She continued to milk his cock with her jizz covered sole, forcing thick ropes to spill out. "Mmmm, good boy." Sierra said sweetly. "Give me all of your pathetic cum."
Chris tried to slow his breathing as the last of his load squirted out and his heart pounded in his chest. While he was still reeling from his orgasm, Sierra removed her shoe from his face and stood up onto her left foot. Bending her leg, she lifted her right foot up his face and wiped his sticky load off on his cheek.
Sierra turned around and looked down at Chris disapprovingly. "Well, you certainly enjoyed that, didn't you?" She didn't wait for an answer. "The bathroom is behind you. Clean yourself up and be quick about it." Chris was about to ask about the bindings on his ankles and wrists but was cut off. "My roommate will be home soon. She's been dying to meet you."
Chris looked up at Sierra in disbelief, who simply winked at him and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.