Escorting high profile criminals was never something Michael has intended on doing as a career. In a way, it sort of just fell into his lap after doing several tours in the Middle East. One connection led to the next, and now he was here, his seventh transfer of a criminal in the lovely country of Brazil. The contracts always paid handsomely and although dangerous, Michael had never found himself in a situation that required lethal force. A couple close calls, but that was it. At this point he was beginning to wonder if his presence was even necessary for these transfers, but it didn’t matter as long as they provided him with a paycheck. Besides, he got to keep a clear conscious of making sure criminals made their way to prison.

He watched as a white van slowly came to a halt next to his own before sliding the side door open. Several men emerged and snatched the detainee from the backseat. Dressed in a green jumpsuit with some white slip on shoes and a black bag overhead, it was clear who was the prisoner. The more notable feature of the prisoner was his size. Michael has never seen a person so large, and it took all the other men to forcefully throw him into the back seat of his own car. Michael wasn’t sure how he was supposed to manage such a person if things got out of hand. A drop off, sure...escorting this person through a fire fight, however, would definitely be a challenge. Especially since handcuffs were grasping both ankles and wrists alike.

The car shook from the impact of the body in the back. No words were exchanged, and the captors were clearly finished with their part. All that was left was for Michael to complete the drop off. He stepped on the gas and began his route, keeping alert for any unusual activity on the road. The roads were quit in the city and eventually he snaked his way through the city without any hiccups. A feeling of relief washed over him as he looked at the city skyline in his rear view mirror. There was nothing but an old empty highway between him and the drop off. The long stretch of road was clear and vacant, meaning no one could surprise him without him noticing far beforehand. The drop off location was a small abandoned house only 50 miles up the road. From there he would hand over the prisoner to the authorities where they would then take the prisoner to an undisclosed location. 

Michael zoned out as he continued the drive. The land was flat with little to look at. The sun was nearly down and there was absolutely no one in eyeshot. He began to relax even more, knowing yet again, the contract was nearly done. 

*pop* 

The loud explosion echoed into the car, and the wheel suddenly jerked to the side, nearly causing Michael to lose control. He gripped it tightly, slamming on the brakes while veering to the side of the road. The moment of terror ended as the car came to an abrupt halt. Dust from the road clouded the air as Michael scanned for a potential threat with his weapon drawn. Nothing. He reached for the handle and burst from the door, circling the car and his surroundings. His confusion was put to rest when he looked at the tire. It was popped and no longer usable. He quickly popped the trunk, only to find the absence of a spare tire.

Fuck. 

Of all things to happen on a deserted road, Michael couldn’t believe his luck. He slammed the trunk closed and cursed several more times, now trying to assess his options. The drop off was only a few miles away. It was realistically walkable and that seemed to be the best option currently. Frustrated, Michael threw open the back door and pointed his gun at the prisoner who was fidgeting in discomfort.

“Listen to me,” Michael began, “ I need you to get out of the car. Do not say a fucking word to me. Your only job is to follow my directions. If that proves difficult I will put a bullet in your head without hesitation. Now slide towards me and get out.”

The prisoner complied with his request, and quickly made their way out of the car before standing to their full height. Michael was even more shocked than before. The person must have been nine and half feet tall and easily dwarfed his meager height of 5’8’’. There was absolutely no chance of risking a fight with this person, he thought, raising a gun unknowingly to the prisoner. 

“Alright start walking straight. I’ll tell you left or right if I need you to move in a different direction.” 

Michael paced several yards behind, continuously scanning the area for any threats. His eyes squinted and his finger kept near to the trigger, anticipating something to go wrong. For miles they walked, as the sun began to lower behind a nearby range. His stress level heightened as visibility decreased. Despite knowing the location of the drop off, Michael had underestimated the time still needed to get their on foot. A couple hours finally passed before Michael spotted the familiar road on the right. He continued to direct the prisoner down the road and to the small house at the end of the small road. Even with the low visibility, it was clear no one was there. He may have missed the window.

Sure enough, Michael opened the door to find it vacant. He called out into the darkness, hoping for an unexpected answer.

“Hello!? Anybody here?” 

Nothing. Michael looked as his watch and back at the towering prisoner who was still waiting at the door for further instructions. Without a backup plan or an idea of what to do next, the least they could do was rest. He made his way back to the entrance, pointing a gun at the captive, and gave his instructions.

“Duck down and move this way.” He said, pushing a hand into the backside of the prisoner. He could tell his push did little else other than notify the prisoner he needed them to move. 

He sat the prisoner down on an old couch and eyed him for a brief moment, figuring out what would be best. He usually made them barefoot to discourage running away even more so he figured he’d start there.

“Lift your legs.” He demanded.

The lengthy legs rose up, allowing him to pop each of the gigantic shoes away from the prisoners feet. The boats were the biggest feet of anyone he’d ever met, and it was a chore just lifting each one. He then grabbed the socks at the heels and slid them up and off the toes when he noticed something peculiar. The nails were painted and well kept. Not exactly typical of a male. Michael immediately reach for the bag and removed it from the prisoners head, which revealed an unexpected beauty underneath. The woman had darker hair and an innocent face with fair skin. She looked harmless and even more helpless with the duct tape over her mouth. He was a bit awe struck when suddenly the legs from under him were roughly swept away. 

Michael hit the ground with a hard thud and his firearm bounced on the floor several feet away. His instincts kicked in as he raced to the nearby gun. His hand was nearly there when an enormous foot planted itself firmly onto his arm, pinning it to the floor. He winced in pain from the weight of the prisoner and was about to throw a fist when her other foot came crashing down onto his head, smashing his face violently into the floorboard, stunning him momentarily. The sole of her foot remained firmly planted on the side of his head as Michael struggled to fight back. With his head and outreached arm pinned against the floor, his mobility was limited and certainly not enough to ward off his attacker. 

“I suggest you stop trying to fight back and give me what I want before I squish your little head like a grape.” A feminine voice rang out from above.

Her words were stern and her actions even louder as the pressure on his head became unbearable. It truly felt like his head would pop if she continued to press down any further. The sole of her foot was molding to his face, and the air around him began to fill with the scent of her foot. It was time to submit, or risk being killed.

“Okay, okay! What do you want?” He asked desperately.

“For starters. I want the key to these restraints.”

“If you get your foot off of me, I can grab them.” He argued, hoping to relieve some pressure from his head. 

There was a momentary pause, before the amazon lifted her foot from his head. Michael lifted himself up slightly, taking the opportunity to catch some fresh air. His left hand reach into a small pocket on his upper chest, searching for the key he had so meticulously hidden. He pinched the small handcuff key between his fingers and offered it back to the prisoner who eagerly snatched it from his hand.She quickly unlocked each of the restraints from her wrist and then again for the cuffs on her ankles. Michael took the opportunity of her distraction to reach for the hidden firearm on his lower leg. He greatly underestimated the reaction speed of the giant woman and who greeted him with an unpleasant kick to the hand reaching for the weapon. The heavy blow sent the firearm sliding across the room and a helpless Michael unable to defend himself. 

Furious, the woman stepped away, freeing Michael’s arm finally, but the freedom was only momentary as she unloaded another fearsome kick to Michael’s chest. The impact of her foot felt like a train had just struck him, flipping him onto his back. He struggled to regain his breath as the amazon approached him yet again. Michael looked up in horror to see the sole of her foot hovering above him. His pathetic moan was all that could escape before her foot stamped down firmly onto his throat.

The enormous ped easily spanned the width of his body and then some. His neck tucked neatly under her arch as she began to apply more pressure, cutting any oxygen from entering his body. With a hand on her heel and the other around several of her toes, Michael made every effort to push the appendage from his throat. His failed attempt did little else other than entertain the giant woman who looked down with a grin and laughed. 

“Let me tell you something. It’s over. I’m the one in charge and you are nothing but a pawn to me until I figure the next move.” She began. “Do you even know who I am?”

Michael had no idea who she was or what she did. His only knowledge of her was that the government wanted her imprisoned. His silence didn’t impress the woman.

“Well that’s disappointing. It seems you are little more than a mercenary roaming unintelligibly around a country as broken as ours. I am Dr. Zaracova, but you can can call me Amy. And are you wondering yet why they want me captured?” She asked him. Michael remained silent, wanting nothing more to do with the giant woman. “Well I guess that’s a no.” 

Michael trembled as he watched the giant woman reach down for the discarded restraints on the floor. Soon he felt her hands harshly snatch his legs, lifting them slightly before wrapping the restraints around his own ankles and cinching them closed. The foot on his head finally lifted, allowing Michael to breathe with ease once again, as she paced around the room. Amy peered through the windows out to her surroundings and then again back at Michael. Obviously some plan was brewing in her head as to what to do next. She took a few steps back towards Michael and grabbed the guns from the floor before throwing out the front door as far as she could. 

“Never did like guns. They always seem to do more harm than good.” She commented before making her way to one of the bedrooms.

Michael listened as the sound of metal scratching against a wooden floor echoed through the home. Amy had grabbed the entire bed including the frame and finagled it out of the room before entering the other bedroom. She set it down next to the other bed and looked at her work with satisfaction. She brushed the dirt from her hands and then took a seat on the bed. 

“This should make it long enough for me. I feel like I haven’t had a good days rest since they kidnapped me last week.” She said, sliding herself back until her feet were off the floor, exposing her soles to Michael once more. “Why don’t you come make yourself useful and massage my feet.”

Michael looked at her repulsed. The last thing he imagined himself being subjected to was massaging his prisoner’s feet. Clearly the tables had turned, he thought while slowly and timidly approaching the end of her bed. Despite her size, her feet seemed to be well taken care of and had few if any blemishes on the bottoms of her feet. No noticeable callouses, or dry skin. Her soles were slightly red with a milky white arch, which led up to her finger-length toes. Michael had his work cut out for him with these behemoths. Her feet fidgeted impatiently, awaiting Michael’s touch. Her hints didn’t go unnoticed as he dragged a chair to the end of the bed and reach out to grab her left foot. It took both of his hands to encompass the circumference of her appendage and some firm digging with his thumbs to give the woman any sort of satisfaction.

“Harder, little man.” 

The trained mercenary pressed with all his might, digging deeper into the giant woman’s sole. He watched as Amy’s eyes closed, and her body relaxed. She wiggled around in bed, hoping to find a more comfortable spot. Her eyes occasionally peaked open to watch Michael continue his deed. The amazon wiggled her feet impatiently once more. 

“Something doesn’t feel right. You need some oil, or lotion, or something.” She blurted.

He looked around at the abandoned shack, not expecting to find anything. As predicted, there was nothing at hand he could use to his advantage to ameliorate the situation. He shot glances at her foot and then back at the room around him, trying to piece together a possible solution. Maybe he could use water, he thought. No, too cold. His thumbs grew wary as he continued to press them as firmly as he could into the underbelly of her feet. 

“Maybe that tongue of yours could help?” She laughed, while kicking a foot up near his face. 

Michael flinched backwards, hoping to put distance between his face and her gigantic feet. Her amusement was repulsive to him and he hoped to god she was joking about using his tongue. 

“Well…?” She asked, looking down towards him, her eyes no longer resting. “I’ve never had a man suck on my toes before. Would you do the honors?” 

The blood in Michael’s veins froze. Never once had he put anyone’s foot in his mouth, and surely not for their enjoyment. Was she simply tormenting him or was she entertaining herself with this game?  She waved her foot in front of his face, fanning her toes once more in an attempt to persuade some action from the smaller man. All he could do was shake is head in disgust and decline the unsavory offer. “No, I’m not doing that.”

“Well now I’m not asking. I’m telling you to.”  She barked back.

Michael had little time to react before the woman exerted her power once more. The massive appendage lurched forward into his chest, toppling his chair, and sending him flailing to the floor. The amazon stood above her defiant masseuse, glaring down at his feeble body. The thought of crushing him underfoot sent tingles down her spine, but unfortunately that would ruin her fun.  Regardless, she would have to make her point clear: she was in charge now, not him. With one swift motion, Amy planted the sole of her foot squarely onto Michael’s face, leaving his tiny head tucked perfectly under her arch like a puzzle piece. She could feel his warm breath expelling from his lungs and onto the sensitive surface of her arch. She subtly pressed down, smothering the entrance of his oxygen supply.

“Now, Mr. Army Man. What were you saying?”

Muffled sounds came from underfoot as he attempted to answer her question. Amy assumed he had come to his senses and lifted her foot several inches away, allowing him to speak once more.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” She stated stoically.

“I said okay I’ll do it.” 

“Do what?” She asked, wanting him to hear him say it aloud. 

“I’ll…uhh…I’ll suck your toes.” He said unenthusiastically.

“Good, well why don’t you work your way up to them first.” She retorted, while positioning her heel just above his mouth.

The truth was that this wasn’t the first time she would have her toes sucked. Nor would it be the last. In fact, she rather enjoyed the event of having her feet worshipped. There was something special about having men pamper her feet. Especially the ones who had thought they were powerful. The moment these men realized they were nothing to her but a servant was the same moment Amy could feel a wave of ecstasy rush through her body. Numerous memories flooded her mind as she prepared for the feeling of the tiny man’s lips against her heel. Most of her prior victims were prominent leaders, with a few low-lifes in between. This would be the first time a trained killer would find himself underfoot.

Her military escort poked his tongue out in readiness for his task. Amy lowered her heel until a familiar sense embraced her eager skin. Michael lapped at her heel, covering the surface as best he could. Amy was surprised at his fervor to fulfill his task and wasted no time in slowly gliding her foot downward, allowing him to ascend the length of her foot. Amy could feel Michael’s tongue run dry as he crossed the half way point. It made sense given the length of her foot. Undoubtedly they were nearly twice the length of most women’s feet. There was a brief pause as Michael wet his tongue once more like a quill with much needed ink. The moistened tongue continued is glide upward until finally reaching the base of her toes. 

Amy’s anticipation of the servant’s tongue between her toes was instead greeted by nothingness with Michael pulling his head back and away from her foot. She took the moment to playfully press her toes against his face, sandwiching his tiny nose between her  toes which looked comically long, taking up the upper half of his face. Michael’s arms shot up in protest as she gently smothered his face against the undersides of her toes.

“Let’s see if you can multitask. Why don’t you massage my foot while you suck on those delicious toes, “ she teased while dragging her toes down his lips until the tips of her toes rested lightly against his chin.

The little man finally opened his mouth, knowing it was inevitable at this point to escape the torture. Amy smiled as she slowly slid her biggest toe between his lips and deep into his mouth. The gradual descent continued until Michael’s mouth was filled with the large digit and his lips had no choice but to wrap around the girth of her toe, causing his lips to press into the cleavage of her toes. The sensual experience was making her wet, unbeknownst to the tiny man. The feelings of is thumbs running through her arch as he gracefully sucked each of her toes like a lollipop was more than enough to make her lady parts throb. Unfortunately for him, he would never know the extent of satisfaction his servitude was creating. 

“That’s right you little peasant. Suck each of my fucking toes.” 

Amy lifted the other foot, not wanting the fun to end as he repeated his task to her complementary side. This was the best anyone had ever done, and truthfully, it was the most she had ever enjoyed it. It almost seemed natural to him.  As she pondered his future, the amazon decided she would spare the man’s life. An unusual outcome for moments like these. He had held her at gun point, threatened her, tried to escape, and was even defiant to her demands. It was his lucky day. 

Amy planted a foot firmly against his torso while her toes drummed against his chest, occasionally scrunching and pulling against the shirt on his body. They glided back and forth, traversing his entirety of his frame until finally finding what they were searching for. Michael’s hand was suddenly pinched between her two longest toes. It took using all of his fingers to firmly grasp her big toe. Amy’s foot bobbed up and down, as though shaking “hands” with Michael. 

“It was nice to meet you Michael. Play nice from now on.” 

The door shook violently as the intruder tried to force their way in. Mika stood discretely to the side, nervously gripping a steel bat that she had never expected to use. Each thud seemed louder than the last and each time, Mika’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She hoped the door would continue to hold off the attempted break in, but Mika could see the door was starting to give way as cracks began to form on the frame. When it finally blew, wood shards burst from the door frame decorated the room before revealing the intruder from behind. Mika wasted no time in swinging her readied bat and to her credit, she landed the first swing squarely into her target. Unfortunately, the intruder was unmoved by the attack given their size. Mika was shocked as her head craned back to meet the eyes of the criminal. Mika was small, but even so, she had never felt so dwarfed by anyone.

Mika retreated a couple steps before realizing she needed to fight back. She had already landed one hit and maybe with a few more, she could ward off the enormous intruder. She swung again with all her might. The bat cut through the air swiftly before being stopped dead in its tracks by an oversized hand, which ripped the bat from Mika’s grip. The now agitated giant threw the bat angrily across the room, causing it to crash into the wall and break the dry wall.

“Well that’s not how you should greet your guest.” A feminine voice rang out. 

Mika’s eyebrows furrowed, unamused by the amazon’s jokes. She wanted to fire back. “You mean an unwelcome guest?” 

“Sure. If that means something other than swinging a bat at me.” She retorted. “You must not even realize who I am? Forgive me for forgetting to introduce myself.” 

Mika screamed loudly at the intruder, “I don’t give a fuck who you are! Get the hell out of my house!”

“Let me finish, please. Don’t be so rude.” The tall woman began again.

Mika’s anger was growing and becoming more and more visible with each passing moment.

“Listen you giant bit—“

The intruder’s hand shot out quicker than Mika could react, and palmed her face firmly enough to muffle any further words from escaping her mouth. The long fingers clenched firmly to the outer edges of her face before the giant woman gave a quick but powerful shove, causing Mika to tumble backwards.

“Now let me finish.” She stated calmly after a brief moment. “My name is Sandy, and as much as you must hate me right now, I’m here to do one thing. You can make it easy or hard, it’s entirely up to you. I am only here on business to retrieve something you stole from a client of mine.”

Mika’s eyes grew wide, giving away her deniability. Her worry grew as she traced through her memories of recent events. She had stolen sensitive information from her bosses computer last week to expose certain business practices if he didn’t give her a raise. The problem was, she had already leaked that info to several co-workers in her building in case anything had happened to her. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sandy spoke again.

“So do you have any idea about what I am referring to?” The tall woman asked.

“No, I don’t.” She lied.

Sandy pinched her lips together, half-expecting Mika to behave like this from the beginning. Most of her targets did, but almost all of them would give in by the time she left. She glanced at her watch to check the time. It was a tad past 11pm. Plenty of time for her to get Mika to talk before she’d need to call it a night and get some rest. As she scanned the room for any red flags (weapons, phones, computers), she noted a couch in the living that could maybe accommodate her size. She took a couple of steps towards the couch, brushed the cushion a couple times, and sat down.

“Mika, I’m not here to negotiate anything. You are going to give me what I want. You can play dumb or whatever, but I’m going to leave here with what I need.” She explained to the small girl.

Mika was still a bit confused with the nonchalant nature of Sandy, who was now sitting on her couch. Even sitting, the woman was clearly taller than Mika. She was able to fit on the couch but her weight caused it to creak with each subtle movement.

“It looks like you normally don’t wear shoes in the house.” Sandy observed, now looking to the pile of shoes at the door. “I didn’t realize - how rude of me. If you don’t mind, can you go ahead and take them off of me. Wouldn’t want to ruin your white carpet.”

Mika watched as the giant woman slid back on the couch until she had her back firmly against the back. Her legs alone were the length of the entire chase, and even left her feet hanging off the edge by a considerable amount. She looked to the woman’s enormous shoes and then back at her face and scowled.

"I do mind actually. I’m not your servant.” She replied hastily.

The level of disrespect in her tone and words didn’t resonate with Sandy. She always tried to be cordial with whoever she had to get information from, but rarely did they take advantage of it. Instead, it always seemed to escalate to something more direct. By now, Sandy was an expert in convincing others to do as she said.

“Hmm. What was your friends name again, Dennis... Briggs?” Mika suddenly became wide eyed. “He had a similar attitude before I threw him outside his apartment window. I reckon he didn’t live since we were on the fifth floor. What floor are we on here?”

Mika couldn’t process much after hearing Dennis’ name. That was one person who she had leaked her information to after obtaining it from her boss. Panic slowly began to set in.

“Oh and Ashley... she was also a fiery one.” Sandy continued.

She had named yet another person she had leaked information to, meaning 2 out of the 3 she probably had obtained. Mika began to have second thoughts on her strategy to get out of her current predicament. In an effort to buy time, Mika approached the couch where Sandy’s feet were.

“Have you changed your mind, Mika? I knew you would.” Sandy egged on, eager for the small girl to get acquainted with her talented feet. “Careful with the shoes. They are custom made for my feet.”

Mika grabbed hold of the titanic shoes. Her hands looked like a toddler’s given how large the shoes were. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the shoelaces, before firmly grabbing the heel of Sandy’s shoe and tugging it until finally pulling it free. She set the shoe down next to the couch and could feel the heat emanating from inside of the shoe. Mika quickly repeated the process with the other shoe, until both feet were free from their booted prisons.

“There you go.” Mika muttered before standing back up. “Now what else can I do to get you out of my house?” 

The tall woman laughed. “Get me out? I just got comfortable.” She snickered. “I’ll tell you what is going to happen. You are going to give me the usb drive you made copies of, so that I can destroy it. Make sure you bring your computer out so I can verify what is on the drive. Then we are going to discuss your punishment. But, before we get into all that, why don’t you make yourself useful and give me a little massage with those little hands.”

Immediately, Mika’s eyebrows furrowed and her eyes looked down at Sandy’s creamy soles. There was no way in hell she was touching this woman’s feet. She didn’t like feet touching her no matter who they belonged to. She found them repulsive. Her moment of hesitation prompted Sandy to nudge her. Her hands was suddenly tapped by Sandy’s biggest toe, causing her hand to whip back and up away from the nasty digit.

“Mika, this isn’t a request. Massage my fucking feet.”

Sandy hated disobedience, and it only made her prey’s future torment worse. She eyed the small girl, sizing her up in comparison to the rest of her body. Her one leg must have been as heavy or heavier than this entire girl’s dainty little body. One swipe from her legs could easily topple her to the ground, which was exactly what was going to happen if she didn’t get to work soon. Sandy gave her a moment to reconsider, bobbing her feet as she grew impatient, but assumed the girl would unwisely deny her once more. Mika was slowly backing away, confirming Sandy’s suspicion. Wanting to set the precedence, Sandy stood back to her full height, and took one step towards her, allowing the small girl to realize just how powerless she was.

“How tall are you, little Mika?” She asked. No response was uttered, so Sandy took the liberty to grab her by the pony tail and lifted it until she was standing on the tips of her toes. “I asked how tall you were.”

Mika was suddenly forced upwards to avoid her hair being pulled out. She reach for the wrist above her and grabbed on to relieve the pressure being created on the roots of her hair. It took both hands to get a firm grip on the giant woman’s limb. Her feeble attempts to pull it down were met with an unsympathetic tone.

“I’m.... ow, let go... I’m five feet tall.” She blurted hoping Sandy would let go.

The Amazon woman continued to clench her hair, but lowered her hand to relieve the tugging sensation. Even including her ponytail being pulled upwards, the girl didn’t even reach Sandy’s breasts. She was practically the height of her hips.

“Well now. I am quite a bit bigger than you and stand at a much more intimidating eight feet two inches. Do you think it is very wise to cross me?” She asked Mika.

And at the conclusion of her words, she made the answer very clear. With one effortless flick of her wrist she threw Mika to the floor, just in front of the couch. The small girl laid face down to the ground with her arms to either side of her head. Sandy wasted no time in asserting her dominance once more and placed a foot directly onto Mika’s arm. Partially out of curiosity for herself, Sandy lined her heel up to Mika’s elbow and grinned when she saw the tips of her toes just barely extending past the tips of Mika’s fingers. Her entire forearm and hand was engulfed by Sandy’s foot. Sandy then stepped down with her full weight, painfully pinning Mika’s arm to the ground.

Mika yelped instantly. “Owwww. Fuck! Get off! My arm is going to break.”

Sandy could feel the top of Mika’s knuckles squishing and molding to the ball of her foot as she balanced firmly onto her one foot. She then brought her other foot down, jamming her heel into the middle of Mika’s upper back. Her sole soon followed, consuming Mika’s head underneath. With the side of her face now pinned to the floor, Mika could only stare at her arm which was throbbing from all the weight. Sandy felt maybe now Mika better understood the dynamic between them.

“Now I don’t want to repeat myself again. You can either massage me or be massaged like this. Which do you want?” Sandy asked, knowing already what she wanted.

“Okay! I’ll massage your feet.” Mika cried out.

Sandy took a seat, and removed her feet from the girls delicate body. Fortunately for Mika, none of her bones had been broken in the process. As she leaned back to get comfortable, she watched Mika attempt to stand back up.

“Oh no. You can lay down there now. You’ve earned yourself an extra task.” She snapped, pointing to the ground.

Mika rolled to her back and watched as the Amazon’s left foot settled onto her tummy. Her heel felt heavy and the foot towered in the air above in anticipation of the Mika’s hands. As she grabbed hold of the enormous foot, Sandy settled the remaining foot onto Mika’s face, forcing her head back down to the ground and covering everything from the tip of her head down to her nose. Since she was laying perpendicular to Sandy, it made it difficult to leverage her arms to apply pressure to the enormous foot. Her efforts felt abysmal and probably insignificant to the supple soles, which absorbed her minimal pressure into their spongy surface. 

“Press harder little girl. You gotta earn your freedom.” Sandy teased, hoping to motivate Mika.

Meanwhile, Mika was struggling to complete her task. The weight of Sandy’s foot alone was beginning to give her a headache, and her fingers weren’t exactly becoming more energized with each passing moment. Her honest efforts soon became an annoyance to Sandy who couldn’t feel much of anything from the weak woman.  She figured it may be best to collect what she needed before she continued her fun for the night. Moving her feet to the side, she looked down at the defeated woman before her.

“So Mika, would you be so kind, and grab this usb I came for? The quicker I get it, the sooner I can leave.” She said, hoping to coax Mika to obey.

With almost no hesitation, Mika sprang up from under Sandy’s feet and ran to her room. Sandy smiled at her enthusiasm to get away from her task as a masseuse. Unfortunately for Mika, they were just beginning their time together. Sandy hoisted herself off the couch and stretched, her hands immediately hit the ceiling, which was just barely above her head. As she waited for Mika, she soon had the feeling the young girl was not doing as she had been ordered. Sandy hunched over and squeezed in Mika’s room to find the girl rummaging through her closet. Her movements finally stopped as Sandy took a step towards the closet. Unexpectedly, Mika’s hand whipped around and pointed a firearm directly at Sandy.

“Stay right there!” She screamed.

Sandy was actually impressed the girl still had some fight in her, but also annoyed with her current predicament. She hadn’t anticipated a gun being in the mix between them.

“Turn the fuck around.” Mika barked. “And get your giant ass out of my room.”

Her orders were accompanied by several gun waving gestures, signaling Sandy to exit. She did as instructed and made her way to the door once more. She paused at the door and looked back at Mika.

“Don’t do anything you’re gonna regret, please.” Sandy warned.

“Fuck off. Now get your ass through the door.” She said shaking the gun once more while taking a couple of aggressive steps towards Sandy.

“Okay, give me a sec. I have to hunch down to get through.” Sandy replied.

Just before she bent down, Sandy made a quick calculation of her reach. Mika was far enough away to dodge a lunge with her hand for the gun, but a quick leg kick might be possible and take her by surprise. As she leaned down, Sandy followed through with her plan and kicked her endless leg out with the speed and force of a professional fighter.

The sudden movement caught Mika by surprise as the all too familiar sole of Sandy’s foot connected with her chest. The impact from the blow launched her backwards and sent the gun flying in an unknown direction. Before she could catch her breath, Sandy was on top of her and visibly upset. Mika scanned for the gun but in seconds, Sandy had her hand wrapped around Mika’s throat. The long digits cinched around her neck, and forced her head against the wall.

“You little piece of shit. I have been much more polite than usual. Now stand the fuck up.” She commanded.

Her words were firm and her grip constricted around its prey as she lifted Mika up against the wall until she was standing on her own feet. Sandy was done playing nicely with the woman who had both hit her with a steel bat and threatened her with a gun. She release her throat and took a step back, allowing Mika to breathe for a brief moment. But to Mika’s regret, Sandy followed her chokehold with something even more brutish. With legs nearly as long as Mika was tall, Sandy kicked her foot up and sandwiched Mika’s throat back again against the wall. Her superior weight was now leaning firmly into Mika’s throat, making it much more difficult for Mika to breathe. The girl frantically grabbed at either side of Sandy’s enormous ped, hoping to my push it away and free her airway, but her efforts were about as successful as her massage from earlier. Sandy watched her squirm as the deprivation of oxygen become more and more real.

She smiled, “You are going to do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand that?”

Mika could only manage a partial nod in agreement.

“Good, because otherwise I won’t be letting my foot up the next time.” Sandy concluded as she removed her foot from Mika’s throat and placed it back on the ground.

The girl immediately dropped to her knees coughing and sucking for air, pawing at the ground beneath her. She had nearly choked to death, and felt as though her windpipes had been crushed despite having the option to breathe. As she tried to calm herself, she saw an ominous shadow appear  before her. A moment later, Sandy’s foot was planted on the back of her head, forcing it closer to the ground.

“While you’re down there, why don’t you give my foot a little kiss.” She cooed.

Mika didn’t have much choice as the foot on the back of her head seemed to become heavier and heavier, forcing her head closer to the planted foot. She lightly pecked it several times for good measure , knowing now she was at Sandy’s mercy. She had fucked up her only back up plan by losing her pistol, and would now obey every whim of this amazon woman.

Sandy could feel the meager pecks against her skin. She pressed her toes down against the back of Mika’s head, hoping to further those sensations. Looking down, she figured  this would be a decent opportunity to get the process started. Sandy increased the pressure of her foot once more until Mika collapsed to the ground. Her head was now sandwiched between her feet and Sandy could feel her cool cheek bone against the top of her toes while her other sole kept her in place. Mika let out a little squeal.

“I was kissing them!”

“Yes, I know. But just stay still for one sec.” Sandy instructed as she pulled out a needle from her pocket. She slowly lowered her hand, keeping the girl trapped underfoot, and then quickly pricked Mika in the side of the neck.

“What the fuck?!” Mika screamed before flailing wildly to dislodge herself from between Sandy’s oversized feet.

Sandy lifted her foot, allowing Mika to jump up. The small woman blotted her neck with her hand, finding small traces of blood smeared across her fingers. Her eyes darted from the blood traces on her hand to the needle between Sandy’s fingers repeatedly until finally screaming once more in anger.

“What the fuck?! Did you just poison me or something?!” She asked.

“No no no. Nothing that will hurt you.” Sandy explained. “Usually it takes a couple minutes to take effect. In the meantime, you want to grab that usb drive for me?”

Sandy retrieved the firearm, which looked incredibly small in her enormous hands, and set it on top of a bookshelf high out of Mika’s reach. She then looked back at Mika and grinned. The poor girl was clearly beginning to feel a little drowsy, and was struggling to stay upright as she made her way to the hidden usb. Reaching under her mattress, Mika dislodged a small usb drive which was covered in tape.

“Wow, very creative.” Sandy noted, holding her hand out to accept the drive.

The small usb drive was dropped into the sea of Sandy’s hand before Mika stepped back to take a seat.

“What was in that needle? I... I feel super dizzy.” Mika struggled to maintain her posture as she spoke before she suddenly slumped to the floor.

Sandy hadn’t even given her a full dose. She wanted to enjoy this. It had been awhile since her last contract, so she wanted to make the most of this one. She watched as Mika’s form began to shrink, causing her size to continually dwindle until she reached a height around 3 feet. Sandy enjoyed people at this size before shrinking them fully - they weren’t small enough to be helpless, but also not big enough to cause issues like the one they had only moments ago.

Before Mika regained consciousness, Sandy decided to get herself comfortable. That was always a task in itself given her size. Almost all furniture was inadequate to accommodate her lengthy limbs and even more so if she needed to lay down. Despite that, she wasn’t going to let Mika’s bed slow her down. She took a seat at the edge of the bed, removed her pants and leaned back to get herself situated. Her legs hung a couple feet off the end when fully extended so Sandy bent her legs until her toes and soles rested flat at the edge of the bed. Her head was practically pressed against the wall to allow for the most room possible. She threw several of the pillows off to the side when she finally heard Mika begin to stir.

“Why the fuck are you in my bed?” We’re the first words from Mika.

Sandy was amazed with the amount of attitude Mika had for being such a small girl. It was almost comical. She watched as the shrunken girl stood up to soak in her new reality. The face of shock and horror choked any words from leaving her mouth.

“You like your new size?” Sandy asked, laughing.

“How...how did you shrink me? Am I dreaming? Or dead? What the fuck did you do to me?” Mika rambled, trying to piece together the past few moments.

“I made you better.”

“Better? How the fuck is this better?” Mika asked righteously.

“Better for pleasing me... And yourself. Watch.”

Sandy pointed to the end of the bed and commanded Mika to stand at the foot of the bed. “Stand over here.”

Mika wasn’t sure where this was headed and obliged out of curiosity. She was incredibly scared to anger Sandy any more and fearful of the consequences if she did. Things seemed to be heading in the wrong direction though regardless. Was she even allowed to leave and continue on with her life or was this the end?  As Mika made her way to the end of the bed, she looked at the Amazon woman now crammed onto her bed. She faced the intruder, unsure of what to expect next. Sandy was lying down with a couple of fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. With her head just clearing the height of the bed, Mika’s fingers clenched the bed frame in anger as she watched Sandy’s sinful motions in her sensitive regions. Sandy leaned each foot onto the back of the heel, elevating her toes as she continued to play with herself.

“I want you to suck my toes.” She whispered from the bed.

Mika didn’t understand her obsession with feet and wanted to tell her no once more. But something was different now. As she looked at Sandy’s toes, the black polish glimmered in the dim light, contrasting Sandy’s pale skin and drawing Mika’s eyes into a trance. For some reason she felt seduced by them now, and even felt an urge to do as Sandy asked and suck her toes. Her soles now seemed soft and inviting, while her toes seemed to dance, and the size of her feet meant there was plenty to love on. Mika’s eyes widened when she felt her pussy suddenly throb. What in the fuck was happening?

“Come on, little Mika. Suck my toes. I know you want to.” Sandy repeated, now inching them closer to Mika’s face.

Undeniably and unexplainably, Sandy was right. Mika wanted to worship those big feet of hers. She snatched the foot closest to her and inserted the biggest toe between her lips. The digit completely filled her mouth, forcing itself against her teeth. Mika’s tongue pressed against the bottom of her toe, enjoying the subtle taste of her salted toes. Mika repeated the process and worshipped each of Sandy’s toes in descending order, making sure to cover each of them fully.

“Mmm....that’s it.”

Without warning, Sandy’s other foot hooked behind Mika’s head and reeled it in, stuffing her toes further into Mika’s mouth. Sandy could feel her toes touching the back of Mika’s throat, while the small girl fought to pull the foot from her airway. Feeling sympathetic for a brief moment, Sandy slid her toes out, allowing Mika to cough and gag and catch her breath. To her surprise, Mika grabbed onto each of her big toes like joysticks between her delicate little hands and smiled. She was enjoying this. Sandy rubbed between her legs, stimulating herself at the sight of Mika’s little hands grasping her large toes. She pinched the delicate hands gently between her scrunching toes before releasing them abruptly to sandwich the miniature girl’s head between her long and soft soles. Mika let out a squeal as the giant feet pinched her head like a vice, forcing her checks and lips to come together in a funny manner. Sandy giggle as she toyed with the small girl’s head, which fit snugly between her arches. Her feet looked absolutely giant in comparison, and was only amplified by Mika’s even smaller hands caressing the the tops of her feet.

“You like my feet now, don’t you?” Sandy asked rhetorically.

All Mika could manage was a muffled response as her face was smushed firmly between the amazon’s feet. She could feel her own pussy throbbing with each passing moment. She was succumbing to whatever Sandy had injected into her, and it seemed there was no way to stop it as the urges grew stronger. She pushed her hands against the smooth surface of Sandy’s feet, hoping to further be engulfed be the enormous peds, but her efforts had little to no effect on Sandy. Despite her weak attempts, her message was still very clear to Sandy who was still smiling and pleasing herself. She casually released Mika’s head and slid herself to the end of the bed. Mika backpedaled, as the daunting woman came nearer, still towering over Mika while sitting.

“You are so fucking small. I mean, look at this.” Sandy stated, while lifting a foot once more.

At this point, Mika had backed herself into the wall, unsure of where to go or what to do. Her eyes were fixed keenly on Sandy’s sole, preparing herself for whatever came next. Not much later, Sandy’s heel abruptly made contact with her waist, before using her sole to sandwich Mika’s torso firmly against the wall. Mika was blanketed by Sandy’s warm sole, which seemed to mold to the contours of her body as the amazon continued to add pressure to her foot. Sandy laughed and wiggled her foot several times, shaking poor Mika in the process. Her big toe prodded the underside of Mika’s chin forcing Mika to tilt her head back.

“But are you small enough?” Sandy asked with a glint in her eye.

Mika gazed back at her. “No. Make me smaller.”

This was the piece Sandy always enjoyed. Her victims had a hard time understanding why they would do or say what they did in the following moments. The sudden foot fetish they had or desire to be small and dominated created an internal conflict that they could never wrap their heads around. Sandy handed her the remaining dose in the syringe.

“Here. Just squirt this into your mouth.” She said, holding the shot.

Mika’s hands immediately ripped it from Sandy’s fingers and squeezed the end of the syringe. Her eagerness forced the handle down too quickly, spraying some of the solution onto her face as well as the ground. She quickly adjusted her pressure and managed to aim the rest into her mouth. Sandy rolled her eyes in disgust of her sloppiness, but there was nothing she could do now. Mika had a big smile on her face as she waited for the effects to take place. The effects were almost instantaneous this time around, and Sandy could feel Mika’s body shrinking since she was no longer firmly wedged between her foot and the wall. Her mass continued to dwindle until Mika was nothing but the size of a doll. Mika’s eyes soaked in the surreal sight of Sandy’s two gigantic feet to either side of her, before trailing up at the even larger giantess.

“Not as small as they usually get, but I guess that’s what happens when you spray half of it on the ground. How you liking your new size?” She asked.

All she could hear was a small, high pitched murmur coming from the ground. It was always impossible to hear her shrunken victims, and she had given up on trying to do so a long time ago. She eyed Mika and then stood to her full height, making the sight of herself even more daunting to the shrunken women. Now she was a true giantess. Sandy had always wondered what she must have looked like from their point of view - both before shrinking and after. She was an anomaly either way: the tallest woman in the world or a real-life giantess. She held a foot out to gauge the size of Mika in her newly shrunken form. The subtle movement must have scared Mika, causing her to jump back a couple of steps. Based on the size of her foot, she estimated Mika’s height to be around twelve inches, putting the length of her body several inches short of each of her giant peds. Despite her new size, Sandy knew the small girl’s body was now much more resilient and could withstand even the weight of someone as large as herself. With a quick swipe of her foot, Sandy knocked Mika to the ground once more. She lifted a foot and prepared to stomp down on the shrunken girl when her phone suddenly rang.

** ring ring ring **

Her foot hovered over Mika for a few seconds before settling back to the floor. She took and deep breath, rolled her eyes in frustration and then calmly answered the phone.

“Hello” She said, knowing all too well who was on the other end.

“Well, did you find the leaked info?” He asked.

“Yes, I found and destroyed the last copy.” Sandy answered, now annoyed that her play time was being interrupted.

She watched as Mika hopped to her feet and began sprinting towards the bedroom door. Clearly her intended stomp had scared the girl enough to overcome the seduction caused by the serum. It was comical to watch how little ground she covered sprinting at full speed. Even so, Sandy didn’t want to “lose” her on accident while speaking to her employer.

“Good, and what about the girl.” He continued.

“She’s taken care of as well.” She replied shortly while following Mika’s trail.

“Great. Does that mean alive or dead?” He asked. “You do remember it was a 20k bonus if you brought her to me alive.”

“Yes, I remember.” Sandy answered. “You can plan on paying me that money when you see me.”

She followed Mika into the living room, watching as the poor girl’s eyes darted around the room, hoping to find an escape of some sort. At this point, she must have been overhearing Sandy’s conversation, and knew things would only be getting worse for her. She sprinted down the hall and into the bathroom, out of Sandy’s sight.

“Ok great. We will speak soon then. Have a goodnight.” The man concluded, before hanging up the phone.

Sandy put her phone away and made her way to the bathroom where she had last seen Mika enter. She slowly entered the room and scanned the area for the shrunken girl. Nothing. The only potential hiding spot was a pile of discarded towels. It was almost too easy, she thought. She pretended to keep searching as she stood over the pile of towels, hoping the girl would poke her head out. Again, nothing. Ever so slowly, Sandy reached down and pinched the fabric of the towel before tossing it across the room to unveil what was underneath.

“Gotcha!!!” She screamed.

But to her surprise, Mika was not under the towels. The vacant hiding spot sent a moment of panic into the giantess. Where the fuck did she… and then her eyes caught sight of small opening in the wall. The flimsy vent had been peeled back and surely Mika had made her way inside. Sandy dropped to her hands and knees, and peered into the small opening. It appeared to exit into the adjacent room. She hopped up and stomped out of the bathroom, bee-lining for the room next door. She threw open the door and looked down at the vent to see it had also been popped open. She quickly scanned the room, once again searching for any nooks where the small girl may be hiding. Fortunately for Sandy, the room was clean and orderly, making far less options available for hiding.

She checked under the bed to find nothing there. She looked behind the dresser and found nothing. Sandy’s frustration grew with each passing moment. Now she just wanted to be done with the deed and get her money. She wasn’t expecting to play hide and go seek with her prey. Suddenly Sandy began tossing items across the room in anger, turning over any possible hiding spot, all while destroying the room’s orderly state.

“Get the fuck out here, Mika. You are only delaying the inevitable and I will make you suffer much more if you keep hiding from me.” She threatened.

As she rummaged around more and more aggressively, Sandy caught movement out of the corner of her eye near the vent. She must have thought she was real clever.

“I will turn this whole fucking closet inside out, god damn it! She screamed, hoping to trick Mika.

She threw a couple more items against the wall to sell it, and then quietly crept down the hall to the bathroom entrance and waited. Sandy reached into her pocket to remove her favorite toy: a small adjustable collar attached to the end of a very long thin chain. The type of toy that shouted ownership over her shrunken victims. As expected, a shrunken Mika poked her head around the corner to see a pair of towering legs to greet her. The small girl’s eyes trailed upwards until the two locked eyes once again.

“Well hello there.” Sandy greeted her.

Mika immediately turned to run, but Sandy wasn’t going to allow that to happen again. She rounded the doorframe and ducked underneath before quickly kicking out a leg to trip her prisoner. Mika’s legs were immediately taken from under her, forcing her to crash harshly into the ground. Before she was able to right herself, Sandy placed her toes firmly onto her right leg, pinning it to the ground. With her leg trapped against the underside of Sandy’s toes, she had no way out. With a couple playful squeezes, Sandy confirmed her demise.

“You’ve had your fun. Now put this on.” She demanded, dropping the collar to the ground.

Mika could see what it was and that she would be in Sandy’s possession if she complied. But without much choice, Mika reached out for the collar, giving the impression she would obey. Sandy squeezed her toes once more, pinching Mika’s leg and dragged her foot closer to where she was standing, bringing Mika along with her. She placed her feet to each side of little Mika and squatted down over the defeated girl. Her immense size cast an oversized shadow over her, only emphasizing that fact there was in fact no escape. Sandy poked Mika once in the chest as she fumbled to get the collar around her neck.

“You need me to help?” She asked.

“No, I got it.” Mika replied, finally clamping the two halves together and adjusting the girth.

“Perfect.” The giant woman commented as she rose to her full height again. She clipped the other end to a loophole against her waist, effectively creating a leash between the two. “Now let’s get going my pet.”

With one jerk against the chain, Mika was forced up and onto her fee, nearly snapping her neck in the process. Sandy let out a wide grin in response to her small sense of satisfaction. It was time to leave and head back to her client, but not before she got one last act of submission. She tactfully placed the loose chain between her big and second toe before using her hands to gradually reel in the slack of the chain. Like a fish on a hook, Mika was inevitablely forced towards Sandy’s awaiting toes as the chain continued to shorten as it slithered between them. After a few tantalizing moments, Mika’s head was captured firmly between Sandy’s dexterous toes.

“Lick.”

A small wet sensation tickled her toes, filling the amazon with glee. Her work was done.

Zane slid the chair out from under the table and grabbed the script. He scanned over the material once to get a sense of the show he was about to run. It was another week of his “InZane Podcast” where he spoke about random and wild topics that his fans would enjoy. It was rarely related to the prior week, but almost always included a special guest. He ran the show solo, and wrote, produced and edited all the material for each show. It paid him handsomely, although he definitely worked many hours. For him though, it never felt like work. He genuinely enjoyed talking to his guests and entertaining his audience with the weird facts or comical banter.

Today’s episode was participating interesting, even for him. A fan of his had sent him a letter, asking that he interview her friend who had a unique perspective on life. She claimed her friend was by far the tallest woman in the world but lived very reclusively because of it. When he asked just how tall she was, the fan was unable to say, and said they had never truly measured her, but she assured Zane that her friend would be taller than any current record holder by far. It was hard for him to believe, but it would be quite a story to interview a world record holder that was unknown to anyone else. After some careful thought and a few more exchanges, Zane had agreed to bring her friend, Miley, in for an interview.

Agreeing to host her ended up being the easy part. In fact, Miley rejected his offer the first time and said it was against everything she wanted in trying to remain out of the spotlight. Zane increased the money offered several times and even offered to transport her in complete secrecy to and from the show. He emphasized the show wouldn’t be on video and that it would only be her voice and story that she would be sharing on his podcast. Between the money and the privacy, it seemed to be just enough to convince her to come.

He checked his watch, noting that his guest of honor would be arriving at any minute. He took a moment to clean the area of any papers or trash and tidy the floor of any spare audio equipment he kept lying around. As he surveyed the final result, he realized the chair might actually be too small. If she was truly taller than anybody currently known, it certainly didn’t seem like the chair would suffice. He wasn’t sure what would work though, and to make matters worse, several knocks echoed from the door.   He couldn’t stand how unprofessional it was not having the room ready to accomodate his special guest. 

He hurried to door, not wanting to keep her waiting. His hand turned the knob and swung the door back to invite her in, when his jaw dropped. He couldn’t even see the woman’s face given the top of the door frame only came up to her chest just under her shoulders. She was slender but not too thin for somebody of such immense height. She wore a long blue dress, obviously custom made for her, and some white converse. She wore a sweater over the top and honestly was very attractive from what he saw so far. He did his best to guide her inside.

“Hey, Miley. I’m so sorry about the door. I… uh… didn’t really think about that.” He began.

Upon hearing his voice, she crouch down to reveal a rather beautiful face naked of any makeup. Her vibrant smile took over as she attempted to maneuver her way inside. Zane stepped aside as the tall woman wiggled through the opening. Once inside, she was able to stand to her full height thanks to the high ceilings he had requested when building the place. Her true height shocked Zane, as he found his eye-level to be just about her crotch.

“It’s okay,” she said in a sweet southern accent, “this world wasn’t exactly made for me.” 

Zane couldn’t really deny that fact, and was still in awe at Miley’s size. He must have been staring too long because she reached her hand out to snap him out of his trance. 

“And now you might understand why I don’t exactly like going out in public.” She continued.

“No… I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me. I was actually caught of guard by how beautiful you were.” He replied, hoping to make up for his cliche behavior. 

“Very quick of you. And thanks.” She said, smiling. “So how does this go?”

She scanned the room, observing his setup inside and the various pieces of equipment he had. The fancy mics, a large production mixer, and sound proof walls were all proof of a well made podcast. Zane brought a pen and paper over to Miley and held it up as high as he could. 

“We’ll get started right after you sign this.” He informed her. 

Miley grabbed the paper from his hands and brought it up to her face to read the fine print. Zane noted how larger her hand was, which was clearly longer than the length of the paper. That put it over 11 inches in length. The idea of her grabbing him was both arousing and frightening. He watched as she scribbled onto the paper, placing her signature on the line before handing it back to him.

“Thank you.” He said, excitedly grabbing the paper. “Alright well let’s get you comfortable and we’ll walk through what is going to happen.” 

He was again confronted with the issue of finding a place for her to sit. It was obvious now the chair had no chance of supporting Miley’s size, and even if she tried, it was definitely not going to be comfortable. His eyes landed on the couch which gave him an idea. Maybe he could bring that over to the microphone. Miley must have noticed the predicament and offered to grab the couch he was staring at.

“Want me to pull it over?” She asked.

“Yeah, I can get it.” He countered as she grabbed the arm of the couch. With almost no effort, she dragged the couch over in front of the guest microphone where he would be conducting the interview.

“There you go!” She exclaimed, seemingly excited to get started herself.

“Take a seat! Now this is pretty easy. I’m gonna hit this little red button up here and we are gonna go live. I’ll have a list of questions for you to answer. Some will be from me, and eventually some will be from our listeners. You answer to the best of your ability and if you don’t like something, we can skip it or vaguely answer it.” He concluded, looking for her reaction. “Any questions?”

“And we said no video or photos, correct?” She asked, emphasizing their agreement. The last thing she wanted was the world knocking at her door.

“Correct. Nothing of the sort.” He confirmed while taking a seat in his own chair. “Would you like water or anything?” 

She laughed. “No water for me. But I’d love a foot rub. These shoes are killing me - I don’t wear them that often and now I remember why.” 

Zane was unsure if she was kidding or not. He had never had a guest request anything like that before. It wasn’t exactly normal to do when meeting someone for the first time, but she wasn’t exactly a normal guest. He looked to her massive shoes and the impeccably white canvas surrounding her feet. Miley kicked off her shoes one at a time, leaving only her socked feet. The material was stretched tightly over each, emphasizing the contours of her foot . 

“That’s better,” she exclaimed. “I guess I just needed to get those off.”

“Great. So before we begin, I figured we’d just take some quick measure measurements if you don’t mind. That will help give our audience an idea of just how beautifully unique you are.” He said, hoping to sugar coat his request.

Zane snatched a tape measure from his desk that he had left there in anticipation of this moment. Miley smiled, raised her eyebrows and smirked. It wasn’t exactly unpredictable to her.

“Sure thing.” 

She stood back to her full height and made her way to a nearby wall. Zane was closed behind, awkward trying to avoid staring at the ass in front of him. Her hips alone nearly came up to his chin and he was in awe of her height and size. She turned and placed her back against the wall, before correcting her posture to be as upright as possible. Zane began unrolling the numbered yellow tape when it soon became apparent he wasn’t going to be able to make it to even past her breasts. Miley giggled at his predicament before cupping him under each arm and gently lifting him off the ground.

“Does this help?” 

At 140 lbs, Zane was rather easy to lift for the tall Amazon and he was soon eye level with the tall woman as his legs dangled several feet off the ground. His tape measure was still flush against the wall and floor with the help of Miley’s foot keeping it in place. Her fingers were wrapped firmly around his pecs and shoulders, ensuring he wouldn’t fall. Zane finally lined the tape measure to be parallel with Miley and he couldn’t believe his eyes. It read: 111 inches. He took a moment to do some math in his head.

“9 feet 3 inches.” He said in disbelief, now unable to find any words. “Wow… that’s… how…” 

“I know. I’m tall.” She said, cutting off his stuttering. “Now it’s your turn, little man.” 

The tape measure snapped back inside the container as he let go. Miley set him down, and held out her hand waiting for the small instrument. 

“I’m 5 foot 8” he told her, not wanting to waste anymore time.

She aggressively snatched the measuring device from his grip and placed a hand on his chest. With a subtle push, she pressed Zane against the wall and crouched down to be eye level with the smaller man. She placed one finger on the metal tip at the bottom of the floor and extended the yellow tape until it neared Zane’s hairline. She eyed the numbers carefully and laughed. 

“You are 5 foot 5, you liar! Why do men always lie about their height?”

“I’m not five-five!” Zane yelled defensively. 

“Okay well your head actually lined up at 5’6’’ but I took an inch off since you still have your shoes on.” 

Almost immediately, Zane kicked his shoes off. The canvas shoes ended up at Miley’s feet, who then picked them up to marvel at their size. 

“Oh my gosh. Look at how cute your little feet are.” She noted, holding a hand out with Zane’s shoe fitting nicely inside the length of her hand with some room to spare. “I’m just teasing, Zane. Reality check for you… everyone is small to me.” 

Her words couldn’t have been more true. There was not a single living human who was close to her height, and at most they’d come up to her shoulder. Meanwhile, Zane was staring at her belly button and still completely enamored with her size.

“What other measurements did you want? I know you are curious.” Miley asked, winking one eye.

“Uhhhh, right. I was thinking maybe your hands and feet.” He replied.

She tossed him the tape measure and held her hand out, extending it to its fullest length.  Zane stretched out the yellow tape as he measured the length of her hand: 11.7 inches. Her hand was unbelievably large. She left her hand opened and extended as he pulled the tape measure away, allowing him to observe a little longer.

“Let’s see you hand.” She said, now waiting to compare. 

Zane placed his own against the enormous palm. His fingers barely extending past the edges of her palm and no where near the first knuckle of her fingers. Naturally sure curled her fingers over his and laughed.

“Awe. Such cute dainty little hands.” She noted. 

“Awe. Thanks. And you have such cute face huggers.” Zane retorted quickly, referencing the famous Alien movies.

They both laughed for a moment, until Zane was abruptly silenced. Miley had his face neatly palmed within her hand. She squeezed tightly enough to smother his mouth shut but gentle enough not to cause any pain. She shook his head playfully several times making it very apparent who exactly was in control. The feeling of power she held over him was invigorating. Often she was alone, and she forgot the best part of being tall which was getting to assert her dominance.

“You better watch what you say to a woman like me. I’m bound to make you pay if you’re not careful.” She joked.

Zane mumbled something indiscernible from behind her hand. He grabbed onto her wrist and pulled, which she ultimately allowed. She gave his head a couple of gently pats as though Zane was her pet.

“Okay I’m sorry.” He snickered.

Without wasting much time, he lowered the tape measure to the floor cueing Miley to bring the heel of her socked foot towards the end of her ruler. As though reading his mind, she took a seat and brought her foot to the end of the ruler. But rather than laying it flat, she kept it on the heel, refusing to provide Zane the measurement.

“I need my sock off… otherwise it’s cheating.” She said, smiling.

She then lifted her foot tantalizingly close to Zane’s face, to the point where he caught a whiff of her delightful aroma. He pretended not to notice and quickly pinched the heel of her sock and pulled upwards, freeing her foot from its cotton imprisonment. The expansive reddened soles were incredibly long and although slightly on the narrow side for her, much wider than any foot he’d seen. He was eyeing them rather carefully when she unexpectedly pressed her foot against his face. He was about to pull away from her moist skin when her glove-like hand snatched the back of his head to keep him in place.

“Cute. Your little head fits perfectly into my arch.” She said, carefully observing her small specimen. His chin landed just above her heels, while the top of his head pressed just under the ball of her foot.

Miley let him enjoy the bottom of her foot, pressing his head a little more firmly into her sole. She was tempted to use his head like a massage ball and dig into her arch, but resisted the urge. After having her taste of fun, she released Zane and then gradually slid her foot over the top of the yellow tape. It covered an eye popping amount of numbers until finally her biggest toe stopped just a hair past the bolded number 17. 

“Pretty big, huh?” She laughed. “Sometimes I forget how big I am since I’m usually home alone.”

Zane wasn’t really sure how to act anymore and instead gave an awkward laugh. “Well now, this hasn’t quite been what I expected.” 

“You didn’t expect to get my measurements?” She asked.

“Well yes, but that’s not what I meant…”

“Oh. I see. Well dear, I’m giving you what want in exchange for a little fun. That seems fair, right?” She asked innocently.

“I’ve just never had someone rub there foot on me, and call it fun.” He laughed.

“Well tell your little pecker that.” 

Zane quickly closed his legs, hiding his erection. It wasn’t just her feet though that was arousing. It was her whole person. The natural and subtle dominance and the effortless it took to belittle him.

“It’s okay,” she said, “it makes me feel attractive. So now what?”

“Well now we can get started with the show I guess.” He began. “I have a set of prepared questions to ask. Did you want to read them over?” 

“No it’s okay. I’ll trust you. If you ask something you shouldn’t, just remember how nicely your head fit beneath my foot.” She fired back with raised eyebrows.

Zane smiled back. “Oh, I’ll remember.” 

He flipped the red button to go live. A blinking red light appeared on the mics, notifying each that the show had started. Zane looked to Miley with a grin on his face and began the show.

“Welcome, Miley. Happy to have you here. And for our audience members, let me tell you this will make you look twice, maybe thrice. Say hello.”

“Hey there. I’m Miley. I’m an astonishing 9’3’’. There’s definitely no other girl quite like me.” 

“No there are not. With hands nearly 12 inches long and feet reaching almost a foot and half long each, she is far from society’s cliche dainty woman. Can you tell me what it was like growing up? When did you figure out you were tall?” 

“I was always tall. Usually I was a foot or two taller than all the other kids and as tall or taller than all of my teachers. Kids always though I was an adult.”

“Was that tough?” 

“Yeah. I was always super self conscious of it, and kids bullied me a lot. And honestly it always put me in the spotlight.” 

“I can’t even imagine. Do you like being tall now?” 

“Being tall is great. But again I never liked being the center of attention so I stay at home all the time.” 

“But social media has really been in support of tall women. Don’t you think it would be interesting to see how people respond now?”

“Sometimes I feel tall is not the proper word to describe me. When people say ‘tall girl’, they think of a girl that’s maybe six to six and half feet tall. I would tower over a ‘tall girl’…tower.” She emphasized. “Just to get a sense of how much smaller a ‘tall girl’ is to me is to imagine the equivalent. How tall would a really short girl be?”

“Uhhhh… maybe like 4’10 or something like that. I mean that’s really short.” Zane replied.

“Exactly. Well a six foot girl to me would be the equivalent of a four foot girl to her! The short girl you named would need to be almost seven and half feet tall to feel that same to me.” She continued to rant. “You would be like three and a half feet tall to me if I was a tall girl so to speak.” 

Her words were clear and really put things in perspective, even for Zane. He let her take a breath before asking, “So what word would you use to describe yourself instead of tall.” 

“Easy. I’m a giantess.” Miley replied.

“Interesting. It’s crazy to think we are all basically little people compared to you.”

“Exactly. Which is why I’m not exaggerating when I say absolutely everyone stares, comments or talks about me if they see me.” 

“So, giantess… what do you do to take up time at home?”

“A lot of self care. I work out every day, give myself manicures and pedicures a lot, I cook healthy meals, and have my own garden.” 

Zane laughed. “I can confirm she works out. She picked me up like a sack of potatoes only a little bit ago. Speaking of pick ups. Any guys in your life?”

“Wow. Smooth translation , Mr. Suave, but no, no men. None of them are brave enough.” 

“None? I highly doubt that. There’s plenty of guys that would stand in line for someone like you.” Zane assured.

“Maybe. But I require certain…needs.” 

“Needs? Like kinks?” He followed up curiously. 

“Yeah. Like kinks. I like a bit of foreplay. I like to be in control. And what really gives me tingles is a bit of… foot play.” 

“Foot play, huh? Like you have a fetish for men’s feet?” He asked to have her clarify. He knew that wasn’t what she meant, having just smothered his own face underfoot only moments ago.

“No… more like I enjoy people touching, kissing, and what not for my own feet.” She said while staring Zane directly in the eyes. “I like submissive men.”

“Well I guess that rules me out,” he exclaimed, hoping to boast his masculinity to his viewers.

Miley laughed. “Why so sure? I didn’t say they had to be submissive to start.”

She stood up over Zane, who was still comfortably seated in his host chair. Her height was exacerbated by his current position, with her head basically at the ceiling. Her leg lifted from the floor until she was able to set her right foot down on Zane’s leg. He felt his leg compress as she placed a little weight onto it. The length of her foot perfectly covered the entirety of his femur from his knee all the way up to his groin.

“Like I said though. Most aren’t brave enough.” She said, while drumming her toes against his waistline. “You think you’re brave enough, Zane?” 

He grabbed hold of her ankle and attempted to remove the appendage from his leg. His efforts had zero success, and instead only emphasized Miley’s power over the situation. 

“You could just ask.” She told him. “But then again, I probably would have done this anyways.” 

“Done what?” Zane asked.

Miley lifted her giant foot from his leg and lodged it into his chest, pushing him against the back of the chair until it toppled over. The podcast host rolled from his chair and onto his back only to be faced with the nine foot woman standing overtop and a mischievous grin painted across her face. At that moment, he knew he was in for a ride.

The woman turned and clicked the “go live” button once more, silencing the podcast.

“Make you submit.” She said sternly.

She lifted a foot above the fallen host, allowing him to soak in the view. Her toes wiggled in anticipation of what was to come next, with her freshly pedicures toes glistening on the light.

“Feeling your little head against the bottom of my foot was exactly what I needed today. The only thing missing were feeling those little hands and tongue work to please me. Think you can fix that?”

She lowered her foot a bit more, allowing him the opportunity to grab hold of the titanic foot. Without needing further hints, Zane used one hand to wrap his fingers around her biggest toe. The one digit alone, filled his entire grasp like a thick joystick and the length of her longest toes were easily as long or longer than his own fingers. Zane used his other hand to knead Miley’s doughy sole, much to her satisfaction. Zane guided her foot closer before switching his massage tactic to use both hands. He dug his thumbs deeply into the arch of her foot, provoking a small moan from the amazonian woman. He continued for several minutes, touching as much of her foot as possible. 

“Hmm that feels good.” She said while pulling her foot from his grasp. “Almost as good as your face did.”

Before he could react, Miley drove her foot back down onto his head, planting his face firmly into the arch of her foot. The urge she had held back the first time, went unchecked as Miley began applying pressure and rolling Zane’s face into the various parts of her arch. Her toes flexed in pleasure as she massaged the bottom of her foot against her tiny host. 

Zane could do little to object as Miley’s foot bore down on him. Any words out of his mouth were smothered by the sole of her foot. His ability to breathe was defined as brief pockets of air that he found as shifted and roller her foot, and his only view was of the blanket of skin covering his face. Zane’s hands were wrapped around her ankle more as a plea than an obstacle to Miley.

“Fuck that feels good.” She said, stepping down a bit to add more pressure.

For a moment she just held his face firmly n in place, snuffing out any oxygen to his airways, just to watch him squirm. Watching little people kick and flail in hopes of her releasing them was the ultimate power rush. Just before Zane passed out, she lifted her foot to let him breathe. She noted his small erection protruding from between his legs. 

“You enjoying yourself?” She asked while placing a foot to each side of his head. 

She tucked her heels against the base of his neck until they rested gently against his clavicles. Her feet looked absolutely enormous in comparison to Zane. Each foot extended far past the top of his head. In fact, his head and neck together fell just short of even reaching the ball of her foot, meaning her soles and toes still towered another six inches above. Her lady parts throbbed at sight of the difference.

“You are just the cutest thing. Now open wide, I have a treat for you!” She exclaimed, lifting her foot once more.

Miley dipped her toes, pointing them down for Zane’s consumption. She knew he would only be able to handle so much and politely spread her dexterous toes to allow individual attention for each of her toes. Zane predictably started with her biggest toe, which was quite literally, a mouthful. His  lips parted as they worked around the girth of her big toe and then slowly worked their way towards the base as she slid her toe further down his throat. She could feel his tongue pressed against the bottom of her toe.

“Mmm. That’s right, little Zane. Suck my giantess toe.” She laughed. 

Zane nearly gagged as her toe poked the back of his throat, but he managed to keep his composure with a small tear forming in his eye. The salty undertone mixed with some sort of lotion filled his sense both in the aroma and taste that filled his mouth. He closed his eyes and did his best to suck the giant toe-pop, until finally Miley removed it. 

Her toes remained hovering above, as if waiting for another invitation. Zane quickly grabbed hold of her foot and began servicing each of toes as he had done the first one.

“My own personal little foot boy.” She cooed in pleasure. “Now give it a kiss.”

He pecked her sole once more before she switched feet. Zane indulged to the fullest extent as she continued to exert her dominance over him. Her long toes danced in and out of his mouth as he worshipped her feet. It was fair to say, Zane had submitted at this point. 

“There’s a whole lotta foot you didn’t get, but we will reward you anyways.” 

Zane wasn’t sure what she was referring to as she turned and looked to be stepping away. She stopped at his side, and then pressed her sole against his torso and forced his shirt up. Meticulously, Miley’s toes  found their way into his waistband before catching his member squarely in their grasp. Zane shuttered for a moment from her initial pinch and his cock began throbbing for the ultimate toejob.

“Take your pants off.”  She demanded.

Zane couldn’t have acted fast enough, and made quick work of his belt before pulling his pants down to his ankles with his dick still firmly trapped between her two longest toes. She was still facing away from him in the direction of his feet as her toes slowly began to pump his cock. He could see her sole from time to time as she continued to slide up and down his shaft. Her long toes had no issue keeping hold of his fairly average-sized member and were able to be fairly precise in their motions.

“You like that?” She asked. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

Her toes began to work faster, and it didn’t take long for Zane to reach his climax. A massive shot squirted from his manhood, and with each following pump of her toes, more followed. For another thirty seconds, Miley continued to milk her smaller companion until he had nothing left to give. Zane had never experienced so much ecstasy.

“Good boy… Now shall we continue?” 

—

He sat nervously in his chair, swinging his legs and feet which dangled freely above the ground. Some may have found it embarrassing, but at 5’1’’, that was basically a perk compared to most challenges he faced in his day to day. Mickey was a super nice guy, was always careful and considerate with his words, and did his best to please those around him. Being likable was his best asset. He was never going to play college sports or be the macho buff guy flirting with the girls. In fact, he rarely talked to girls in that way. He had always feared rejection or humiliation because of his small stature, but today was the day that was going to change. He gulped as he eyed the pretty girl at the front desk who assisted in the library twice a week. The room of books was where he spent a fair amount of time after finishing his classes and never once had he spoken to her.

She was a beautiful, slender woman with long legs. Her hair was dyed black, and she often wore darker clothes to match, giving a subtle emo vibe. She worse glasses which reflected the blue light coming from the screen at her desk. Mickey often found himself observing her work and wondering what her story was and why she chose to work in a library. Was she a book worm? Maybe she just needed a job? Or maybe she liked the silence. Whatever the reason, it presented Mickey with her presence and he didn’t want to let the opportunity go to waste. 

He searched his minds for reasons to talk to her; maybe a cheesy pick up line or a nice compliment. He didn’t want to be too forward, especially since they were both here often, and it would awkward if things were to go south. It suddenly dawned on him to ask her the most obvious question. He hopped from his chair with a bolt of confidence running through his veins and briskly walked towards the desk she was seated at. As he neared her desk, his heart began to pound and palms began to sweat. Come on, Mickey… just do it. His mental pep talk gave him just enough courage to finally speak to his crush.

“Eh…excuse me.” He said, clearing his throat. “Any chance you could help me with something.” 

The black haired girl twirled her chair to face him, her eyebrows lifted in acknowledgment of his request. 

“Yeah, sure!” She replied excitedly. “What can I do for ya?” 

“I was looking for a book called Great Expectations.” He lied, knowing all too well they had lost the only copy they had available. He had tried to check it out once before with no luck.

“Let me check really quick.” She said before rattling off some fluent keyboard strokes to search the inventory.

He waited patiently for the inevitable no, so he could begin his small talk instead. As he watched her, he began to note her height sitting down. In fact, they were basically the same height even with her seated. Mickey’s eyes scanned for an abnormality of her seat or environment that would explain what he was seeing. Before he could come to a conclusion, the girl rolled her chair back in his direction.

“Lucky you. We just got a new one in yesterday. We only have the one for now though so you can’t really check it out of the library. I can go ahead and grab it for you if you’d like.”

“Oh yeah, sure. That would be great…” he paused, realizing he hadn’t caught her name yet. He reached a hand out to greet her.

“I’m Mickey by the way.” 

His hand was soon engulfed by a much larger hand that kindly accepted the invitation. He couldn’t even really wrap his fingers around her hand for a warm hand shake. Instead she shook his arm up and down with his encased hand swallowed within her own.

“Hi, Mickey. I’m Vera. Follow me this way.”

She stood to her feet, striking Mickey with as much shock as her hand had only a few seconds before. His eyes and neck tilted as she passed by to lead him to the requested book. She was easily the tallest girl he had ever met, and was probably at least a foot taller than him leaving his head somewhere around her underboob. Her strides were long unsurprisingly, forcing Mickey to quicken his pace as she navigated through the library. Vera’s head was even or taller than the various top shelves as she made her way through the aisles. No book was out of her reach, and coincidentally the book he requested was in fact on the highest shelf. She snatched the book between her long fingers and passed it to Mickey.

“This one, right?” She asked.

“Yeah. That’s the one.” He confirmed, trying to think of how to shift the conversation to a more casual subject.

“Alright well, make sure to bring it back to me when you’re through with it.” She noted while making her way back to her desk.

Mickey was at a loss for words, and began to feel hopeless as the amazon walked away. Just as he had given up, Vera suddenly fell to the ground.

“Ow, fuck!” She yelled.

Mickey took a look around, seeing no one else in the vicinity. This was his chance! He could be the hero for her. He rushed to where she was laying and immediately pieced together the scene. Vera was sitting up and holding her ankle, and to her right was a misplaced book on the ground that she must have stepped on, tweaking her ankle. He put a friendly hand on her back to let her know he was there.

“Hey! Are you okay?” He asked sympathetically.

“Yeah, I think so. More embarrassed than anything.” She replied, now rotating her ankle to check for any pain. “Why can’t people just put a fucking book back.” 

She slid a finger into the top of her boot and popped her heel away before discarding the shoe to the side. Mickey’s eyes trailed form her ankle to the enormous boot. He squinted for a moment in an attempt to read the small numbers on the white label: Size 16. That had to be in men’s too since the European size was a whopping 50.5. His observations must have captured his attention for too long and Vera noticed.

“Is everything okay?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said shaking his head. “Sorry I was checking for any bruising on your ankle.” 

“Nothing fortunately.” She said, hobbling to her feet again. She placed a little weight on it to test it, but seemed okay to do so. “I would have been so mad if a book on the floor is what crippled me.” 

“Yeah, how nerdy would that have been.” Mickey laughed.

“I’m not afraid to be nerdy, Mickey. I’m like you and could spend most of my days in here happy as can be.” 

Mickey had just died and gone to heaven. She had actually noticed and remembered him being here on other days. The excitement inside him overfilled him with joy. It was the first time he was connecting with a girl.

“Nerds rule the world, right?” He added jokingly. 

She chuckled a shyly looked to the ground where her shoe was laying. “Hey would you mind helping me out?” 

Her socked foot waved in his direction, catching his attention, but he was unsure of her request. “With…?” 

“With getting my shoe back on.” She said, pointing at the shoe. 

Was this a test? He couldn’t help but wonder if she really needed his help for such a mundane task. He looked to her foot and then back at her smiling face and couldn’t resist. Maybe she was just flirting anyways, and trying to see if he was as nice as he seemed. Mickey looked up with a small grin as he approached the ground.

“Sure. Would hate for you to bend over after such a traumatic experience.” He joked, while grabbing the shoe.

Truthfully he had a bit of a foot fetish anyways and strategically placed his head near her elevated foot as he loosened the laces of her shoe. He could sense the subtle aroma of her foot wafting through the air as he placed the opening of the shoe over her lengthy foot. He could only imagine being smothered under her long soles and how comically large they would look against his frail body. His member began to stiffen as he tightened the laces.

“There you go. All better.”

“Thank you!” Vera replied, stepping down with her newly tied shoe. “Well enjoy your book. Make sure you bring it back when we close. I’m curious to hear your thoughts on it.” 

She patted his head a couple times with her elegant hands and walked away once more. Mickey was in complete shock. He stood there dumbfounded that Vera wanted to talk with him even more. He was living in a dream he thought, staring down at The Great Expectations novel. He had already read this book once begrudgingly in high school and honestly didn’t care much for it. But now that he scored with the girl, he felt different about it. Like it had redeemed itself.

Mickey made his way back the table where his belongings were and stole a glance in Vera’s direction. She was back behind her desk and fiddling with the computer once more. He began envisioning her smile and dark hair against her face, filling himself with the feeling of butterflies. The clock on the wall couldn’t have moved slower. He was basically counting seconds as they passed, wishing he could transport an hour into the future to make it 9pm. Instead he sat staring at the words, unable to even turn a page of the book he had asked for until the time had finally passed.

—

As the clock struck nine, Mickey hopped from his chair and made his way to the desk once again. Vera smiled as he approached and extended a hand to reach for the book. 

“And…?” She began. “Exciting?” 

The tone in her voice implied she had read it once before and knew just how boring it really was. He handed her the book and shrugged his shoulders.

“It was okay.” He said nonchalantly. “There’s much better things I’d use my eyes for.” 

His flirting made her giggle. “I see. Well I’m about to lock up but maybe you can help me put the books away.” 

“Sure I’ll get the top shelves and you get the bottom shelves.” He joked. 

“Very funny.“ She said, walking away with a smile on her face.

Mickey’s confidence was through the roof. He was feeling unstoppable and decided a small pizza would be a nice gesture to the librarian. Without much hesitation he quickly open the app GrubSpot and placed an order from a nearby pizzeria he enjoyed. He expedited the order so it would be conveniently timed during her closing duties. He was so pleased with himself, he nearly missed Vera approaching his table once more. His finger tapped the lock button, blacking out the screen. 

“Well I have the books that were returned today.” She commented, pushing a cart in his direction. “You still gonna help?” 

“Definitely.” 

“Good. You didn’t really have a choice,” she teased.

They each began removing books from the bin and placing them back on the shelves where the number on the side indicated for them to go. The made small talk for the most part, and exchanged books that were too high or too low for the other. For fifteen minutes, Vera and Mickey worked until the book bin was officially empty.

“Well, thank you for all the help. Now I have to hurry and run, I forgot to get my homework done this morning and don’t want to be up late.” She said, much to Mickey’s dismay. 

“Oh, yeah…” His voice trailed. “I should get home too.” His plans had failed, but the least he could do was get a picture with the dreamy woman.

“Do you mind if we take a picture. My friends would get a kick out of it.” He lied, just wanting it for himself.

She laughed, “Sure thing.” 

Mickey set up his camera on a nearby table and used a book to prop it up. Keeping it in portrait mode, he set a 10 second timer and selected the number of photos to take . He took a few quick steps back next to Vera’s side, who naturally put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him in as the camera fired the first shot. Vera repositioned herself behind Mickey and placed her expansive hand over his skull, palming the top of his head, strategically lining it up under her exposed cleavage. Snap… the camera flash went off again. Mickey tried his best to act normal as his small body was directed by Vera’s will. He felt her hands once more over his shoulders and then her face appeared over his shoulder. She was bent over to match his shorter stature and then whispered in his ear.

“Why don’t you come home with me.” 

Her voice sent shivers up his spine as the third camera shot fired. He was still in shock as he trotted to his phone to check the photos.

“They look okay?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

He swiped through the photos to view each of the shots. Vera absolutely towered over him, and her domineering poses had Mickey getting aroused.

“They are perfect. Thanks.”

“I know, it’s not every day you meet a girl that’s 6’6” tall.” She noted.

“And it’s not every day you meet a guy just a hair over 5 feet short.” He joked, attempting to mirror her humor.

“Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed. “I was wondering how small you were. Sometimes it’s hard to tell since everyone is short compared to me, but I noticed you didn’t even come up to my tits.” She said, squeezing her boobs together.

They both laughed and grabbed their things, before making there way to the door. Vera locked the library entrance and began walking towards the parking lot. Mickey followed close behind until they arrived at a large white truck. Vera hopped in the drivers side and unlocked the doors. Mickey stepped up and into the vehicle, dropping his bag on the floor below him. The truck started and soon, Vera was driving to presumably her house. The air was silent, and there was sexual tension in the air. She had made the first aggressive move and Mickey wasn’t sure where to go from here… he had never been here.

“So why did you choose to work in a library?” He asked.

Vera smiled and glanced over at him. “I love books. They have given me everything valuable in my life.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“My knowledge, my curiosity of the world, my height…” she replied.

“Your height?” Mickey laughed. “Books don’t give you your height, genetics does.” 

“Well I’ll let you read my favorite book, and let you see for yourself what I mean.” She teased. “Why are you in the library all the time, anyways?”

“I’m just trying to do really well in school so I can get a job as soon as possible.” He replied.

“Oh I see. You don’t want to be a librarian I take it.”

They both laughed before Vera powered on the music. Green Day blasted from the speakers as they made their way home, each of them rocking and singing as much of the lyrics as they knew. Eventually the white truck pulled into her driveway. Each of them hopped out of the truck and made there way across the dimly lit sidewalk to her front door. She crouched her head to account for the lower entrance before pushing her way inside.

“Here it is.” She noted, throwing her keys onto a nearby table. “Make yourself comfy.” 

Mickey took a look around, and was a bit overwhelmed with its decor. She had dark color tapestries and weird sculptures and candles spread throughout the room. He took a seat on her couch, which sunk in deeply even with his minuscule weight. On the chase of her couch was a small book, seemingly written in a foreign language. He was about to reach over and grab it when Vera’s voice rang out.

“Hey now, that’s my favorite book I was telling you about.” She said reassuringly. “Do you know Latin?” 

“Not really.” He replied.

“Perfect. This will be more fun that way!” She exclaimed, her fingers flipping through the pages. 

Eventually she landed on a particular page and was smiling from ear to ear. “Here read this right here,” she said, pointing to a particular passage.

“Illius umbra adolescit sicut ego horreo infra.” He read, doing his best to pronounce the words as he went. “Debiles inbecilliores fiunt et fortes convalescunt.” 

Vera began laughing hysterically at the conclusion of his sentence. Mickey was about to throw the book down, but Vera encouraged him to keep going. “No, don’t stop, it’s cute. Keep going, please. Your Latin is turning me on.” 

With words of encouragement like that, Mickey wasn’t going to quit now. There was only one more short sentence in the passage anyways, he reasoned.

“Voveo, ut serviam tibi.” He finished. 

At the precise moment the words left his mouth, Mickey was overcome by a heated sensation inside his body. His hands involuntarily clenched the book, nearly tearing the cover. His body seized stiff for a few agonizing moments, until finally he collapsed to the floor. Rather than rushing to help, Vera was giggling in the background. After a minute or two, his blurry vision slowly regained normalcy, although his balance was still awful. He slowly stood to his feet when he noticed something very wrong. He knew he was short, but he wasn’t exactly a midget. He inspected his body, which appeared all the same in terms of arthritics and functionality. It was as if he was just a smaller version of himself. But that couldn’t have been possible.

Vera was watching Mickey examine himself. Her little pets never could comprehend what had happened to them. As though in denial, they would never just jump to the conclusion that they had, in fact, shrunk. She extended a leg and tapped the even smaller man with her black boot.

“See why it’s my favorite book.” She snickered.

Mickey pushed the enormous boot away in frustration. “What the fuck did you do to me?” 

“Well to be fair. I didn’t do anything. You are the one who read it. Besides, it shouldn’t be as much of a shock to someone who is used to being smaller than most.” 

Using the couch and table as a reference point, he estimated his height to be somewhere around 3 and half feet tall. He looked back at Vera, who even while sitting towered over him. Her endless legs were crossed, and her boot kept bobbing up and down beside him. 

“Nothing turns me on more than a little role play. Did you know that, slave?” She asked.

“Slave?” He questioned, still unsure of what to do.

“Yeah, we are role playing… sort of.” She answered while winking several times. “Now take off my boots, squirt.” 

Her boot tapped Mickey once more in the leg. The effortless motion was enough to cause his leg to slap against his other thigh. He looked at the oversized shoe, now having a flashback to being inside the library. His hands instinctively reached for the zipper on the side of the shoe, gently pulling it downward. The sound of the parting seal filled the air until the zipper touched the sole of her shoe. He tugged on the heel of the shoe until her socked foot was freed and a familiar scent filled the air. The other boot was presented to him and he repeated the process, before tossing the shoe to the side.

“Good boy.” She cooed. “Now why don’t you remove those socks too.” 

He slid his fingers against the cotton surface all the way past her heel until his fingers found the lip of her sock. Just as his fingers were about to sneak in, Vera’s enormous hand palmed Mickey’s head and forcefully pulled his face into the bottom of her sock clad toes. His face disappeared into the cotton as her toes pinch and squirmed over the contours of his face.

“How do they smell?” She asked awhile continuing to toy with his head.

With his mouth still smothered against her sock, all he could manage was to give a thumbs up. Vera still had her hand on his head, clearly enjoying the power she exuded over him. She gently used two fingers against his forehead to slowly tilt his head back so their eyes could meet.

“Don’t forget to take my socks off, little man.”

A mischievous grin spread across her face revealing a pretty smile underneath. Mickey wasted no time in slipping his fingers back into the sock before charismatically ripping it off to reveal her magnificent sole. Before he could enjoy the sight, her feet exchanged positions, offering him an additional sock to remove. Mickey was unsurprised at the color of her nail polish: a matte black.

“Yes, goddess.” He said, beginning to play along. His fingers quickly maneuvered to the end of the sock.

“Ooooo, I like it.” She assured as he removed the remaining sock, leaving both of her feet naked. “It’s always been a weird kink of mine, but I’m not ashamed to admit that dominating shorter men really makes me wet.” 

Her words were confirmed by her devious fingers slipping below her waistline as she eyed Mickey who stood subserviently before her. He simply stared back, watching the amazon woman teasing herself. Vera stopped, removing her hand from her panties. She stood back to her full height and made quick work of the pants covering her legs. A moment later, they were on the floor wrapped around her ankles. She stepped out of the discarded garments and up to Mickey. They were toe-to-toe, although the size difference was anything but equal. He looked to the floor, analyzing their proportions. One of her feet alone was the width of both his feet together. Her biggest toe, the largest of all, looked to be over half the length of his entire foot. Her long toes wiggled in place, drawing his attention.

“They are pretty, aren’t they?” She said, staring down at the top of Mickey’s head. The small man nodded in agreement. “I’ve been told I have long toes. Wouldn’t you agree?”

To prove her point, she gracefully lifted her foot, used her dexterous toes to wrap around one of Mickey’s ankles, and gave him a gentle pinch. “I like to grab things with them too.” Vera lifted her leg further and allowed her toes to trail up the length of Mickey’s body, even grazing his manhood along the way, until her toes were dancing inches from Mickey’s face.

“I might even grab you.” She said just before resting her toes on Mickey’s forehead. She gently pressed down, spreading her toes across his skin.

Mickey stared up at her endless sole which now blocked the view of her face above. He tilted his face upwards and buried his face against her warm sole. Her soft skin and lotion scent filled his senses once more and the intoxication of her aroma warranted a few small pecks against the base of her toes.

“That’s good, little slave.” She affirmed while pushing her foot a little more firmly against his head.

Her sole began to mold to the contours of his face before eventually overcoming his balance and knocking him off his feet. She looked down on him with a smile. Each of her peds were easily the length of his tiny torso. With her heels near his waistline and her toes just below his shoulders, one wrong step and she could squash him flat. She always found the sense of power from being so much bigger to be extremely arousing. 

“Look I can make you disappear.” 

Once again, Mickey found himself being smothered underfoot by the domineering amazon. She rested her heel firmly on his sternum, making it more difficult to breathe, while she wagged her foot from side to side with Mickey’s face trapped underneath. His head waved to and fro with each movement of her foot. After briefly toying with his face, her toes slowly trailed down his body until prodding an unmistakeable bulge in his pants just below his waistline. Vera rested her toes overtop, and gently pinched Mickey’s member between them. 

“You must be enjoying this.” 

With a bit more pressure, Vera’s toes compressed the material even further until the silhouette of his member was firmly trapped in between her toes. Mickey looked down and noted the size of her big toe against his hardened member. It was basically equivalent in size, if not having slightly more girth. Mickey caressed the top of her foot to show his approval as she playfully kneaded his cock between her toes. The throbbing sensation between his legs urged him to remove his pants. Running on nature’s instinct, Mickey slid a hand down under his waistband in hopes of pushing his pants further down his legs. 

Vera immediately noticed his intentions and caught his wrist between her toes, stopping him from going any further.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, slave.” She teased. “Only do as told, or I’ll have to punish you.” 

Her words coincided with action and she meticulously maneuvered his wrist back to the floor, pinning it beside his head. With one precise step, she lined her heel up perfectly against his elbow and dropped her sole down, engulfing Mickey’s entire arm underneath and restraining it in place. 

Mickey half expected his arm to break, but was pleasantly surprised to find his arm unharmed and merely blanketed in the warmth of her sole. The palm of his hand was trapped against her upper sole while his finger tips just barely grazed the base of her toes. Her long sole easily encompassed both his hand and arm, leaving her toes free to extend past the tips of his fingers.

“You are so fucking small. I love it.”

She quickly repeated the process to his other arm, leaving both of his appendages pinned against the floor and unable to move. The balls of her feet continued to push against the palms of his hands, pressing them into the carpet. He looked up to the towering amazon who was clearly enjoying every moment of his submission. She squatted down over him, and wrapped a hand around his neck until she could feel her finger tips touching on the backside just below his hairline.

“Does this turn you on as much as it does for me?”

All Mickey could do was nod. He was incredibly aroused and felt consumed by her presence and completely helpless. He felt like a puppet of her desires, and to some degree, they were his own desires. A glimpse of her glistening lady parts caught his attention. His eyes must have stared for too long, because Vera’s fingers tightened around his throat and pulled, forcing his chin upwards.

“Are you looking between my legs?” She said while rubbing a finger overtop her throbbing pussy.

Before he could respond, she stood back to her full height, leaving his arms pinned underfoot. Her naked pussy stared back at him as hands began to numb from the weight bearing down on his arms, but he couldn’t break his gaze. Her hairless lady parts consumed all of his attention. To his relief, Vera removed her foot from each of his arms, allowing the blood to rush back to his pale fingers.

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?” 

With the inside of her foot, she pressed her biggest toe into the side of Mickey’s cheek, forcing his head to the side and his gaze toward the other foot. Her toes danced up the side of his face and through his hair until her sole planted itself firmly against his head, pinning it to the floor. The side of his head and fit neatly into her arch and was almost suited perfectly to be a massage ball. She applied a little extra pressure in hopes of testing her theory. The curves of his head pressed nicely under the ball of her foot while his jawline catered to the nerves just above her heel. The only objection was Mickey’s hands, which were now wrapped around her ankle in a feeble attempt to reduce the pressure she was applying to his cranium.

“Mmm your little head feels so good down there.” She cooed. 

“Whatever pleases you, goddess. Just don’t squash me.” 

His subservience was making her extremely aroused. It was nearly unbearable. 

“That is exactly right, you little foot slave.” She compressed her foot against his face to emphasize each of her last two words. “Do my feet smell as good as they feel?” 

Her toes pawed at Mickey’s face, resetting his head into a neutral positions he quickly spread her toes and buried Mickey’s nose as deep into her toe crevice as it would go. Comically enough, her toes were able to encompass his entire nose and most of his forehead above. The reddened tip of his nose now barely visible. 

Mickey audibly inhaled, taking in a deep breath for Vera to hear. Her scent was subtle but consumed his senses.  His mouth was smothered shut by her soft warm sole, which slowly molded to the features of his face as she gradually applied more  pressure. The Amazon’s toes gently pinched together, trapping his nose in between and blocking his remaining airway. She held his airways captive for a few moments before Mickey began to squirm.

“You can breathe when I allow it.” 

Mickey’s discomfort quickly turned to panic once he realized she wasn’t letting go. The squirming amplified and Mickey wrapped his hands as best he could around the enormous foot, attempting to push it away. 

Vera held a finger up, wagging it from side to side. “Not until I say.” 

Mickey put all his strength into one last push into the side of her ankle and managed to dislodge it. He gasped for air, sucking in as much oxygen as he lungs would take. His brief moment of freedom was cut short when he was suddenly hoisted into the air and placed back on his feet. He was looking straight into her exposed lady parts, which she undoubtedly meant to do. As he contemplated what to do next, a familiar sensation engulf the top of his head. 

Orchestrating her puppet once more, Vera palmed the top of his head and guided him forward until he understood. A small tongue slithered into her vagina and up against her clit, swirling and lapping at the crevice between her legs. The aura of pleasure pulsed through her body as the miniature man made use of his talented tongue.  Vera tilted her own head back and closed her eyes, pulling Mickey more aggressively against her pussy. She couldn’t help but grip his head like a vice as she slowly built to her climax. His entire head was engulfed within both of her hands, leaving only a small bit of space for his mouth to continue its cherished work.

Mickey’s face was quite literally buried in pussy. His nose and lips slid up and down like a credit card as he did his best to please the ravenous giant woman. His hands hugged the back of her legs, which he could feel beginning to tremble. It was only a matter of time before…

“Oh fuck…” she yelled. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!” 

Her claw like grip held him firmly in place and ensured he was going to finish the task at hand. Her hips began to buck and her body convulsed and she came like she had never cum before. She immediately let go of Mickey’s head as she stumbled back in need of a place to lay down.

“Put your tiny dick in me, you little fuck.” She laughed.

The pants from Mickey’s legs disappeared almost instantly like a magic trick before he hopped onto the naked amazon. His boner stood at attention before diving squarely into Vera’s pussy. He thrust as deeply as he could, hoping to please his library crush. He felt her hand blanket the entirety of his ass as she assisted with each of his thrusts inside her.

“You dirty little man. Bet you never thought you’d be fucking a woman nearly twice your height, but here you are.” She wrapped a hand around his throat, “now fuck me like you mean it.”

Mickey attempted to violently fuck her, but his size had little impact relative to her much larger frame. He could feel himself nearing climax as his dick slid in and out of her wet pussy. Mickey knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and Vera could tell. 

“You are NOT cumming in me.”  She noted angrily. 

All of the suddenly Mickey was pushed back from his mounted position. His back hit the arm rest and he looked up in confusion at Vera, who had just so rudely interrupted him. She was smiling with her legs still spread. Her long legs quickly repositioned themselves to allow her feet to interject once more. Mickey could only watch as Vera’s hovered her foot near his face before smearing her toes across his face. 

“Don’t act like you don’t like this, Mickey.” 

He grabbed her foot with both hands and gently ran his tongue up the length of her foot and in between her toes. As he began to indulge once more on her feet, Vera’s other toes pawed at his manhood. Mickey’s boner was once again in the clutches of her toes, only this time, there was no clothing to cover him. Her toes, nearly the length of cock, had no issue gripping on as she tugged him erotically between her two longest toes. With her sole on his face and the ensuing toejob, Mickey could only last a few moments before blowing his load all over her foot. Vera’s relentless toes continued to milk him for all he was worth, until finally the last drop was squeezed from his pulsating dick.

“I guess we both enjoyed that?” Vera said, laughing at the cum between her toes. 

The shrunken Mickey could only manage a couple of moans in response before Vera continued to smother him underfoot.

Jason jolted awake, to find himself trapped in an unfamiliar surrounding. The red fuzzy walls contoured to his body as he writhed in place. He thrashed, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the tight space. Strangely, the ground beneath him also seemed non existent and the movement from his flailing carried its momentum through the confined space, forcing it to swing. Panic began to set in as he became increasingly confused with his environment. The air grew thick and musty as he began to hyperventilate, clawing at the walls around him. He reached as high as he could, hoping to find an exit from the fuzzy prison, until finally a voice rang out. 

“Oh well look at what Santa brought.” A femminine voice rang out.

Jason immediately stopped, his mind running through recent events as best it could. The familiar voice was unmistakably from his girlfriend, Marki, who as of recently, was now his ex-girlfriend. As he recanted the last moments before his present predicament, he remembered having broke it off with her on a less than ideal day, Christmas Eve. His heart began to race and emotions stirred upon remembering the short, but heated exchange. He had snapped after hearing her complain for the 100th time that year about not being married already. He couldn’t take it anymore, and so Imhotep gotten so fed up with that he impulsively broke up with her.

His trance was broken as the bag-like surrounding suddenly lurched and swung back and forth as though being lifted into the air. Jason leaned against one side as best he could, trying to stay upright as he continued to rock. Then without warning, the feeling of gravity took hold and everything crashed into the ground, sending Jason onto his stomach as he pancakes against the hard surface below. 

“Well…” she began “Come on out.” 

Jason was still stunned from the fall, but slowly rose to all fours before feeling around for an exit. After several long moments, his hand grasped the edge of the material confining him and he pulled it back, revealing the world around him once more. As the light poured in, Jason took a slow look around through his squinting eyes to a familiar sight. It was Marki’s apartment, and while that gave him some relief, it didn’t exactly look the same. As he soaked in the surreal reality of his surroundings, he couldn’t help but be in denial of what he was seeing. It was like the world had grown and everything was gigantic. His eyes darted around the room and then back at the bag he has been confined in… and to his surprise it was actually his stocking that they had hung by the chimney every year. The cursive letters of his name were embroidered on the outside. 

As he turned around, his eyes settled on an even more unsettling reality. Marki was sitting on the couch next to him, one leg crossed over the other, a wine glass pressed against her lips as she sipped the dark red liquid inside. Her jet black hair laid over her shoulders while her freed hand laid still on her lap. She was coldly staring at him beneath her, as though waiting for him to speak.

“Umm what’s going on Marki?” He asked, slowly stepped backwards to create distance between them. “Why is everything…so big?”

A smile crept across her face as she pulled the glass away. “Big? No… you are just small. And when I say small I mean about 15 inches tall.” 

The words although so obvious, were still so contrary to what his brain could process. “Okay but why am I small?” 

“Because you are a shitty boyfriend and I figured this would make you more… willing.”

Jason couldn’t help but follow the breadcrumbs of her comments, as though it were written for a movie script. 

“Willing to do what?”

“Willing to do whatever the fuck I want you to do…” She spat. “Since you obviously didn’t care very much about me, I figured I would treat myself to a special Christmas.” 

“Marki, let’s be reasonable here. I…” 

“Shut the fuck up!” She screamed while jumping to her feet. “I spent 8 years with you. 8 years!!! And you think you can just end it for saying I wanted a fucking ring.”

“Marki, you can’t…”

She snapped a finger at Jason, quickly silencing him. 

“Oh I can. Now if you look next to you, there’s a little black box. Grab it.” She said, pointing to the box.” 

Jason glanced around at the discarded stocking and then in the other direction, where he spotted a small black box. Like one that would hold a ring. Jason couldn’t believe it.

“Now!” 

Jason snapped from his thoughts and hurried to the box. He picked it up and turned to the towering angry woman. To Jason, he would have guess her height to be around 25 feet tall. 

“Open it!” 

He looked down at box and with one arm firmly wrapped around it, he wedged his other fingers inside and pried it open. The box opened like a clam and inside was predictably a ring. Nothing fancy, just a simple small  gold ring.

“Take it out.” She ordered after taking another sip of wine.

Jason reached inside and pulled the solid metal from inside and placed it in his hand. It was practically a bracelet to someone of his size if not a tad larger. The shiny metal was engraved with something but he didn’t care to read and he presented the ring’s presence to Marki who eagerly awaited. She was nearly done with the wine in her glass as she remained standing, carefully eyeing his every move. 

“Good now come over here and take a knee right here.” She said pointing to the floor just before her slippers. 

Jason quickly walked to the designated spot and craned his head upwards to face the girl that he had once loved. She did nothing to hide the disgust on her face as she continued to stare down at him. Jason slowly knelt and held the ring out in front of him. He was almost about to pop the question he assumed she wanted to hear when Marki began ordering him once more.

“Not very hard now, was it.” She noted with distain. “Now since you can’t seem to do it yourself, I’ll walk you through this, so repeat after me.” 

“Marki…” she began. 

“Marki…” he repeated.

“Will you be my…” 

“Will you be my…” he echoed.

“Sweet, sweet, giantess.”

Jason wasn’t expecting that, but did his best to follow suit. “…sweet, sweet, giantess.” 

Marki’s face lit up with excitement. As though she had just in fact received an authentic proposal. “Oh Jason, I never thought you would ask.” She wxclaimed. “But yes, I would love to be your giantess.” 

The awkward exchange for Jason only got worse as she presented herself for the ring. Rather than extend a hand to Jason, her foot slid from her slipper revealing five lengthy toes. Marki did her best to spread them, pointing one digit in particular directly at Jason. Her second toe, slightly shorter than her big toe hovered just before the shrunken man, allowing him to place the ring. 

Without much hesitation Jason slid the ring over the tip of her toe, pushing it all the way down until it was secured near the base of her digit. His eyes studied the ring as he meticulously aligned it, and it suddenly came to his attention what was engraved on the ring: Servitude. 

“Don’t forget my kiss.” She replied, keeping her Christmas-red polished toe hovering just in front of him. Begrudgingly, Jason closed his eyes, puckered his lips and gently leaned forward until his lips were planted squarely on the tip of the same toe. 

“Mmm. Wow.” She remarked, her mischievous eyes now glimmering from the feeling of power she held over her ex. “That was far better than any proposal I could have imagined. Now you better get acquainted with these beautiful feet of mine. They seem to remember all the times you never massaged them.” 

Her toes slowly elevated before settling on top of his head. His hair was greeted with a couple of rough pats before Marki scrunched her toes together, trapping some of Jason’s hair in between. Slowly she raised her foot, centimeter by centimeter until Jason’s hair was taut with no more slack to extend. Jason reached up with both hands to fight of her giant digits, but Marki continued to lift, forcing little Jason to his tip toes as she continued to pull on his hair. Just before he left the ground, Marki kicked her heel forward, striking Jason below the belt. 

The blow sent Jason backwards, forcing him to land hard on his back with hands clutching the family jewels. It was actually the first time he had ever experienced being kicked between the legs, and from a giant woman to make it all the more memorable. He bellowed in pain, holding a hand up in protest. 

“I barely touched you, little man. Quit your squirming.” Marki scolded before slamming her heel violently between his legs, nearly turning his manhood to paste. 

Her foot hovered above him, giving him a view of her doughy reddened sole. She wanted him to fear her. One foot was enough to cover him from the waist up and then some. Tormenting him would feel like nothing other than a mediocre foot massage to Marki. The thought of stomping him from existence crossed her mind, but that seemed far less fun. 

“Jason… if you make love to my foot, maybe it won’t crush you.” She lowered her toes to the ground, lightly smothering him against her sole. The sensation of his tiny body molding to her foot was slightly arousing. The miniature man could only manage to wrap his arms around the appendage as she continued to toy with him underfoot. Her toes ruffled his hair once more. 

“You aren’t giving them much love, Jason. Do I need to shift all my weight to this foot so you two can be closer?” She asked rhetorically. 

Tiny lips were suddenly pecking away on the undersides of her toes and soles. His arms began to caress the top of her foot and she could feel him beginning to thrust his hips into the bottom of her foot like his life depended on it. 

“You dirty, little man.” 

She allowed the novel sensations to continue for several minutes, making sure to rub each of her eager toes across his face. Marki lift her heel from the ground and diverted more pressure to her toes, pinning Jason’s head firmly against the floor using nothing but her biggest toe. His hands did little to fight off her off, knowing all too well there was nothing he could actually do. Watching the defeated shrunken man succumb to nothing but her toe, sent another throb between her legs. 

“Don’t forget to go between my toes.” 

Jason could feel the pressure lighten, allowing him to lift his head for the task. Meticulously, Jason worked his head and tongue between each of her toes, using his hands to pry them apart as he went. The task was belittling and the texture of lint coated his tongue, nearly causing him to gag. His eyes looked up to find a very pleased Marki observing his work. He hadn’t seen her smile this much in recent months. 

Her toes settled back over his head, shielding the light from his face. Jason watched as Marki withdrew a small bottle from her pocket. He couldn’t see what it was, but as she unscrewed a lid and unsheathed a pipette from inside, he knew that must have been the culprit for his shrunken state. As he pondered what he could possibly do, Marki’s toes suddenly constructed around his neck, immobilizing his head from turning away. Her toes pinched his head like a vice while she brought the dropper to his lips. 

“Don’t make this hard.” 

He knew resisting was pointless and begrudgingly opened his mouth, allowing several drops to enter. He quickly swallowed, and its effects were nearly instant. The toes around his neck seemed to melt away as the mass of his body dwindled even more until he was slighting longer than half the length of her foot. 

Marki let out a quiet whisper. “Perfect.”

Before he could move, Marki settled her foot back down and gently squashed her ex underfoot. The subtle movement was more than enough to completely immobilize the shrunken man, pinning each of his limbs in place. She wondered why it had taken so many years for her to try this.

On the other end of the Spectrum, Jason was completely terrified as his body was engulfed by the warm sole of her foot. He couldn’t scream, move, or hardly breathe as the weighted blanket continued to bear down on him. Given he was now pressed firmly against her foot, he could smell the subtle aroma of her lotion mixed with a hint of perspiration.  Any movement in her foot  was sensed through his body, and he could only assume one wrong move and he would be snuffed from existence.

“I could wear you like a sock all day. How does that sound?” She asked giggling. Jason clearly couldn’t respond. “I’ll take silence as agreement.”

Marki lifted her foot to step away, and to her amusement, Jason was still stuck to the bottom of her foot. She shook her foot side-to-side a couple times before finally dislodging the man from her sole. Marki laughed hysterically. 

“Well if you wanted to stay there, you could have just asked. Now let me grab a couple things, including a refill of this wine.”

She pranced away and disappeared from sight. Jason remained on the floor, still recovering from nearly being steam rolled by a giant human foot. He lifted his head and looked around. Each passing moment was wasted time and he needed to hide. This may be his only chance to escape. Jason gathered himself and hopped to his feet. Fortunately for him, he knew the apartment well, although never from this vantage point. His options were limited as there was really only one way in and out, which was through the front door.

At his new size, he quickly made his way behind the couch and began inching his way down the backside. With his back flat against the wall, he side stepped his way down until finding himself at the corner of the hall still hidden behind the edge of the couch. He peaked around the corner and his heart nearly leapt from his chest as he watched Marki’s silhouette heading his way. He jolted his head back into cover and held his breath in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible. The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hall until finally he could saw her pass, her long legs effortlessly covering any distance he could cover in his shrunken state. To him, she must have been around 60 feet tall now. How could he possibly escape? 

Panic and hopelessness began to set in, and Jason suddenly found himself frozen in place.

“Oh has Jason decided to run away from his sweet, sweet, giantess?” She exclaimed.

His body shuttered as the sound of furniture being tossed filled the air around him. Each piece that flipped felt like a small tremor as it hit the floor. He knew it was only a matter of time before the couch he was behind was displaced. Without much thought, he turned and bolted as fast as his 6 inch body would take him. The short hallway seemed to be football fields long and he still didn’t have an exit strategy.

The sound of gentle thuds followed him and he could only assume a giant Marki was behind. Just as he was about to turn and look, he took a hit so hard that he was catapulted into the wall before crumping onto his backside. The wind was knocked from his lungs and he struggled to catch his breath. As he winced staring up at the ceiling, trying to inhale, his view was suddenly filled by large grinning face. 

“Well there you are.” She said gleefully, “Still trying to run even after the commitment you made. Well sorry to say, Jason, you are stuck with me the rest of your life.” 

She pinched Jason between her fingers before lifting him to her face. With her oversized lips, she gave Jason a kiss, covering most of his head and shoulders in her moist embrace, before running her tongue invasively over his body. 

“Mmm. Now it’s time for you to be intimiate… more intimate than you’ve been in the last 3 years.” 

Jason could feel his hands and legs being tied, and even in his dazed state, he knew he was in trouble. He tried to fight but he was quickly subdued and restrained. His back was pushed flush against a rubbery surface while his limbs were constrained together behind him. He shook his hands several more times, hoping to break free but to no avail. He looked back to Marki who was dropping her panties to the floor. To Jason’s horror, he finally realized what he had been tied to. Marki bent down one last time and whispered to the miniature man.

“You are gonna give me more pleasure than you ever have, my little slave.” 

And at the conclusion of her words, Marki shoved the Jason-decorated dildo deep into her pussy. She smiled as she felt him squirm inside her, with each of his movements stimulating her g-spot. Her legs quivered in pleasure and her fingers eagerly worked the base of her sec toy. She pulled it out periodically, giving him a moment to breathe, only to reinsert the pink dildo once more. The motion was repeated continuously, with each unrelenting thrust becoming more aggressive than the last. It had been so long since they had had any sex that she felt like savoring every moment…every squirm. 

Jason was covered in pussy juice, and his infrequent gasps for air made the entire experience feel as though he was being waterboarded. His body rubbed against her insides as he slid in and out rhythmically from her pink lady parts. The light occasionally hit his eyes only to blind him before being plunged back into the wet darkness. He could feel her sexual pleasure building and the walls constricted around his vulnerable body until it feel like he was being crushed. Jason could hear her screams from inside her body as she climaxed with him inside. He felt like his body would pop at any moment when finally his pink restraint was tossed from the darkness. He landed harshly on the couch, still unable to move and covered in Marki’s cum. 

His exhausted body and hopeless mind wondered if this could possibly be the rest of his life. As he attempted to reassure himself that everything would be okay, a familiar sight engulfed his view and Marki’s sole descended upon his body. The last thing he saw before being smothered underfoot was the engraved “Servitude” on his proposal ring. 

-

Joe entered timidly into the room to find a large empty office awaiting him. The room was decorated elaborately with various art pieces and nice wooden furniture. There were a couple of vintage couches in the corner diagonal from the large office desk that took up the majority of the room. As he soaked in the views from the high rise window, a quiet voice from the secretary called out to him.

“She will be in shortly.” She said before closing the large door between them. 

The woman was referring to the the CEO of his company, Julie Keller. He had never met her before, and had only seen pictures of her in the news or on a rare occasion, a zoom meeting, if only briefly. Today would put a rest to that statement. 

Earlier in the morning, Joe and received an email informing him that the company was undergoing a restructure and that his position was under review. Julie had requested this meeting as a way of assessing Joe’s contributions and where he may fit best within the new structure of the company. Or at least, that is what the email implied.

He approached the chair opposite of his CEOs designated seat, and realized something rather peculiar. Her chair seemed to be abnormally large and the desk itself was raised far higher than any typical desk. It was elevated to the point where it was a standing desk for him, and strangely even too high for that. Maybe they just like to work standing all the time, he thought. The high vaulted ceilings and lavish decorations obviously implied a wealthy person with particular taste occupied this room. Undoubtedly they had weird behavioral quirks to match. He wouldn’t expect much less from a CEO. 

His observations of the room were interrupted when the castle door to the office swung open. Joe could hear the indiscernible chatting of the secretary on the phone and another less familiar voice abruptly enter the room. 

“Please cancel the rest of my meetings today.” 

Joe knew immediately that the voice belonged to his CEO, Julie. He quickly straightened his tie, took and deep breath, and twirled around with an open hand to greet his incoming boss. To his surprise he ended up face-to-stomach with the tallest woman he hand ever seen. Rather than shake his hand, the Amazonian woman lightly patted his head a couple of times before tossing her bag carelessly onto the desk. Joe did his best not to stare wide-eyed at the statuesque beauty as she situated herself into her desk. 

She quickly began the discussion without much direct attention to her awestruck employee. “Well Joe, I don’t think we have met formally before, correct?” 

Joe cleared his throat, “No, not formally. I just see you on—“ 

“Good, that’s what I expected. I know… you only see me on zoom meetings, and you surely never imagined me being some 8 foot 5 woman, am I right?” She laughed.

He did his best to muster a smile, “No, I certainly did not.” 

“Yeah no one ever does. That’s one thing about remote work I never liked.” She explained. “It’s hard to have a real presence in a fully remote company. And for someone like me, I thrive when I have presence.” 

Joe was completely unsure where this conversation was leading or what he could even add. “You have a rather unique presence.” 

She continued her rant, venting her frustrations about the company’s current working conditions. “I mean Joe, can you imagine?… Sitting at your desk dicking around and I walk by and do this?” 

He watched as the giant woman rounded the desk to his side and placed a giant black heel onto the table, displaying her ability to loom over someone slacking. Joe was maintaining eye contact but felt rather uncomfortable as her leg lifted up, revealing more leg than he felt was appropriate. 

“That definitely got my attention.” He said, dropping his eyes to the enormous heel in front of him. They were obviously custom made. No shoe store in the world would carry something of that size. 

“Exactly. Presence.” She continued to emphasize. “Although I must say, I typically find myself barefoot in the office. I only wore these to satisfy investors at our meeting.” 

The tall woman nonchalantly kicked her heel off her foot and onto the floor by Joe’s own shoes. The size difference between the footwear was comical. His feet were child sized compared to hers, and although they were freakishly large, he found her size sort of arousing. The novelty of someone her size almost seemed like some strange fantasy he had never entertained. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his boss’s voice. 

“Joe, what do you think? Heels or barefoot?” She asked.

Again, he had no idea how to respond. “Uhh, barefoot I think.” He said, hoping to have the same opinion of his superior. 

Her long toes wiggled against the desk, each nail shining with their glossy black finish. Unbeknownst to his CEO, he had a bit of a fetish for feet, and her discussion was actually beginning to stir something beneath Joe’s waistband. Fortunately for him, she picked her foot up off the desk and returned to her seat. Joe could see the heat signature of her foot still imprinted on the wooden desk. It was easily over a foot long with a wonderful shape to it.

“Good answer,” she replied before pausing for a moment. “Well I’m guessing you are wondering why you are here, and frankly this meeting was supposed to be rather short.” 

Joe’s head was spinning from the strange encounter. What was she saying? The woman was now casually sitting on the “standing desk”, and staring straight into Joe’s eyes. She bent over and grabbed her other heel before removing it as well. Holding it up, she began emphasizing her discussion by shaking the heel in her hand. 

“You were about to be fired, honestly. And not really at any fault of your own… just… business.” She said looking out the window, seemingly in deep thought. “But I have an alternate proposal. Care to hear?” 

Joe gave a subtle grimace and nodded his head up and down, now only trying to maintain his composure now that he was potentially going to be fired. 

“Good.” She replied while standing once more. “Well to make a long story short, we have a man who currently heads our investor relations, David. He’s got a solid background, or whatever, but I must say… he loves to undermine me. He is actually the reason you were about to be fired - to cut costs.” 

Joe wasn’t exactly picking up what she was laying down as a proposal. She was rather animated though, so clearly this was something she wanted to fix. 

“Now I am more of an advocate for constant growth. I mean look at me,” she began, before standing tall with her chin up, “I am the fucking definition of growth.” 

Joe wasn’t going to argue there. Especially since he had to crane his neck just to look up at her. 

“Well anyways, David has a bit too much confidence. The man is tall,” she said in air quotes. “He’s taller than most at 6’5’’ and just oozes confidence. I have this theory that tall men tend to undermine their bosses more because of the extra confidence.” 

Joe was shocked at her logic. The woman was running away with extreme stereotypes in running her business decisions. He couldn’t believe this was who he had been working for the past couple years.

“What are you? 5’5”?” She questioned. 

“Uhhh… 5’2” actually.” Joe corrected, somewhat embarrassed. 

“Ah, even better.” She said with a widening smile. “So you want a job as Head of Investor Relations?” 

“But I don’t have any experience with that.” Joe reminded her, disregarding the reality of unemployment. 

“Right. You would just need to do as I say… and not undermine me like David does,” she explained.

Joe was baffled. He leaned on her desk and pinched the bridge of his nose, contemplating his options. “I don’t know. It seems…”

Julie quickly took a seat on her desk once more near Joe. She extended her hands out with both palms up. 

“Give me your hands, Joe.” She kindly suggested. 

Joe paused with his own hands clutched near his chest, debating what she would be doing. Wanting to avoid making it even more awkward, he quickly placed his hands with palms down into her awaiting hands. He slid the tips of his fingers to the base of her palms, or what he considered the end of her hand.  Similar to the shoe comparison, the difference in hand size was equally astonishing. The tip of her middle finger jetted several inches past his palm and embraced part of his arm. He was barely filling her palm with some to spare and felt secure in her grasp.

“You need to trust me on this.” She said. “This is the best move of your career.” 

She repositioned his right hand on top of his other hand, and then sandwich them both between the confines of her own mitten sized hands. They both disappeared within the set of neatly manicured hands. Joe was becoming overwhelmed and needed more time to think. 

“Will it be remote?” He asked, hoping to by time. 

“Remote?” She questioned, while furrowing her eye brows. Her long straight brunette hair and sparkling blue eyes nearly put him in a trance. Her hands made quick work of his body as she gently pushed him into the visitors chair next to the desk. Without moving herself from her seated position on the desk, she lifted one of her enormous feet and placed it in Joe’s lap. “But I thought we agreed on the importance of presence?” 

Joe was now wide-eyed, pinned in his seat by the foot of the tallest woman he had ever seen. Her heel rested squarely in the middle of his thigh, leaving the rest of her foot to trail up his leg before spilling onto his torso where her toes lightly pressed themselves above his belly button. Her warm sole pressed down slowly and more firmly with each passing moment. Joe was nearly about to have a heart attack. 

“Yeah… presence is… uh… good.” He stuttered, now feeling his manhood begin to grow. He attempted to distract himself with anything, hoping not to pitch a tent in his CEO’s office, let alone under her foot. 

“And barefoot is better than heels, right Joey?” She quizzed him while applying a slight bit more pressure. 

The amazon woman lifted her other foot, while gripping onto her desk for balance, and hovered her sole a few inches away from her subordinates face, giving him a full view of lengthy sole.

Joe’s vision was filled entirely by Julie’s pillowy soles, as she continued to flirt her way into his role’s acceptance. As much as Joe had fantasized about feet, he had never once dreamed of encountering anything of this size. He didn’t even know what size she would be, they were so large. His gaze shifted up, watching as her toes danced above his head. The scent of her foot was subtle but wafted in the air and hinted at a vanilla lotion. Even more enticing was the heat emanating for her sole, which tempted him to bury his face into the welcoming underside of her foot.

“Yeah… barefoot is much better.” He confirmed, sounding more like a zombie than a critically thinking employee. “Weird question, but how big is your foot?” 

Julie smiled, before reaching over her desk and sliding a drawer out. Her fingers fumbled through various items before clutching a standard ruler and offering it to Joe. “I don’t know, you tell me.” 

He excitedly snatched it from her hand and placed the ruler against the bottom of her foot. His eyes traced from the lower edge of the wooden ruler all the way up to the 12 at the top. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t enough. The end of the ruler had barely surpassed the end of her sole and into the base of her length toes. He made a mental note of the edge’s location before sliding the ruler up to cover the remaining length. Joe’s eyes couldn’t believe it… 12 plus an additional 3 made it 15 inches long. 

“That’s right Joe, 15 inches of foot. Times 2.” She noted while scrunching the toes of her foot still in Joe’s lap. “Now would you really want to work remote, when these are in the office?” 

She knew his answer, and could sense him giving in. Julie pressed her warm sole into Joe’s awaiting head, allowing the doughy skin to contour to his face. The diminutive man’s head was comically only about half the length of her foot, and could perfectly slot itself into her arch. Julie tantalizingly drug her toes down his forehead, before trapping his nose between the gap of her second and third toes. Without a doubt, her longest toes were as long if not longer than some of little Joey’s fingers, which made Julie giggle. Joe was mesmerized by the sensations of her flawless sole, and instinctively his hands begin to rise in hopes of caressing the giant appendage teasing him. As his hands were about to land, Julie pulled her foot away.

“Now, now, Joey.” She teased. “Only my puppets… or Head of Investor Relations… get to play with these feet.” 

Joe was at a crossroads of emotions, but his libido was quickly overwhelming his judgement. All he needed to do was say yes. He would keep his job, or more accurately, earn a promotion and as a bonus get to play with some insanely huge feet.

“Yes, I’ll do it.” He agreed, now seductively persuaded. 

Julie’s mischievous smile reappeared as she leaned in closer to Joe. Her foot returned in front of Joe’s much smaller face and she assertively palmed the back of his head using her free hand. 

“You’ll do what?” She repeated, wanting him to fully submit. 

“I’ll be your… puppet.” 

That was all she needed. She pulled his head forward, pressing his face squarely into the bottom of her exposed sole. With meticulous aim, she placed her heel directly onto his mouth before leaning over just a tad further to whisper, “Now lick my foot.” 

Like an obedient little dog, Joe stuck his tongue out and began lapping at her heel. Julie slowly guided his head upwards and her foot downwards, making sure he licked every inch of her oversized foot until finally ending at the tip of her toes. Her puppet already knew the expectation and quietly opened his mouth, allowing Julie to slide her toes inside. To her entertainment, Joe could really only fit her biggest toe in his petite mouth, which eagerly wrapped around the lengthy digit. His tongue lapped at the salty underside as his lips surrounded the girth of her toe. Julie could feel his tiny erection pressing against the sole of her other foot.

Being such a tall woman always had its perks, but watching men submit to her with close to no effort was nothing short of arousing. She clutched the newly promoted employee’s head and gently forced her toe further down his throat, then the next toe, and the next toe… enjoying the moist sensation over the tips of each of her toes. His hands immediately shot up, grabbing each side of the massive foot, trying to push away contrary to her own efforts. Not wanting to spoil the fun she plucked her toes from his mouth, allowing him a moment to breath. His gasps for air never stopped his cock from throbbing. 

There was still business to conduct and Julie wasn’t one to procrastinate too long. She placed both feet on the ground once more and turned to fetch the contract. She tossed a stack of papers and a pen for Joe to use and then took a seat across from him. She extended a long finger towards a black office phone and pressed a quick dial button. Joey listened as she provided a quick instruction to who was presumably her secretary. 

“Yes, can you bring David in here? Now, please.” 

It didn’t take long before a tall, decently built man walked through the door. His tone seemed annoyed and agitated.

“What is it, Julie? You know I’m in a meeting right now.”

“You’re fired.” She stately bluntly, staring him straight in the eyes. 

David’s eyes immediately focused on Joe and then back to Julie. His anger seethed from his clenched jaw and balled fists, but he opted to stay rather calm verbally. “Fine then. I’ll let you two geniuses burn the company to the ground.” 

Joe watched in suspense as the man walked back out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he left. His eyes stumbled back on the signature lines for the contract where he began robotically signing each individual page.

“That is a man we don’t need.” She said, spinning around in her chair slowly. “Would you do me a favor and lock the door, little Joey?” 

He was already beginning to adopt the belittling name, and hurried to lock the door handle. Joey could hear Julie approaching from close behind while he tuned the lock. As he spun around, he was greeted by the towering woman reaching over his head. 

“Forgot you couldn’t reach the top lock.” She laughed. “Ever wonder what it’s like up here?”

Joe didn’t have much time to react before being scooped up like a child from under his arms. He dangled above the ground as she lifted him until they were eye-to-eye. Her pearly white teeth smiled once more and then unsuspectingly Joe found himself permanently hanging from the door. The coat hanger was now hooked under the shirt he was wearing, leaving him hanging helplessly.

“Now don’t make any noise.” 

Julie ripped his pants from his legs, expelling his shoes in the process. His fluorescent blue boxers were the only thing standing between the flirtatious CEO and his erect penis. Before any resistance could happen, the amazon woman snaked her fingers inside his waistband and slid them down past his knees. Her head slowly descended until Joe felt her luscious lips engulf his standing manhood. Naturally, his body seized in pleasure and let out an unintentional moan. Julie wasted no time in palming his face, smothering his moans into silence, while she continued to work his shaft with her salivating mouth. All Joe could manage was to run his hands through her hair and thrash his head within the grasp of her hand, as his muffled moans were drowned away. The pulsating cock neared it’s climax when Julie pulled away.

“Tell me, my little puppet. What do you enjoy more? My feet or my mouth?” At the conclusion of her sentence, she thrust his dick between her lips once more.

As much as he enjoyed the tall woman’s blowjob, he couldn’t help but entertain the thought of those magnificent feet. He conjured up a playful response as best he could, “Like we said. Bare feet are best.” 

She cupped his head and cheeks between her oversized hands and looked him in the eyes playfully. With a quick rip, he was dislodged from the mounted shirt and tumbled to the floor.

Julie presented a her foot to Joe once more, who impatiently reached for it like a long lost toy. His hand slid between her longest toes, clutching the largest toe like a joystick he could control. He guided the foot to his exposed member where Julie swiftly took action. 

“You better be a good puppet.” She cooed, before squeezing his dick between her toes. The long digits easily encompassed the throbbing shaft as they worked it up and down. “You like these big feet, little Joey?”

All he could do was nod his head and close his eyes in preparation for his climax as she continued to tease him. “My toes are almost the same size as your dick, puppet.” 

The comparison was a bit of exaggeration as his package was easily a couple inches longer, but that didn’t stop her toes from having their way with it. Each squeeze of her toes worked the head of his cock and predictably, Joe couldn’t hold out any longer. He came like he had never cum before, shooting his load up and over his boss’s feet, covering them in his milky white semen. 

Julie invariably smiled, looking down at her finished work. “Congrats on the promotion, Joe.” 

—

The job market was incredibly harsh. Henry had been without a job for over six months and was becoming increasingly desperate for work as he emptied the remainder of his savings. Rejection letters continually poured into his email, and that didn’t even include the multitude of no-responses. He stared blankly at the screen, contemplating just working in fast food like he did in college. Something was better than nothing, he reasoned. Then, as though the world could sense his defeat, an email with the title “First Interview” popped into his email. Almost immediately he opened it and began reading the contents within. 

“To Henry,

Thank you for applying to the role as executive assistant! We’d like to extend an invitation to you for the first interview. As a  sign of dedication, we expect you at our office immediately after reading this email. Please wear business attire and come ready to speak with the executive who you will be assisting. All candidates are encouraged to put their best foot forward in the running for this exclusive role. The annual salary is typically $150,000 but may vary depending on the candidate.

Hope to see you soon,

Starlight Inc.”

Henry couldn’t have ripped out of his chair any quicker to throw on his suit. He checked his watch to find the time to be a tad past 2:30. He fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and quickly started up his car. This was going to be his lucky break. 

—

“Hello there,” he greeted the woman at the desk. “I just received an email for the executive assistant role and I came here as quick as I could.” The woman smiled, looked back at her computer screen, clicked the mouse a few times and dialed the phone.

“Yes, Henry is here to see you.” She informed, before giving a slight pause. “Sure thing.” 

The phone clicked as she returned it back to its cradle. “She will be waiting in her office down the end of the hall,” she directed while pointing over her own desk.

Henry followed her finger, straightened his tie and approached the door. He timidly peeked around the corner of the door, feeling slightly awkward to enter without knocking. His eyes spotted the back of a woman’s chair who twirled around at the sound of the opening door. Henry prepares himself to greet her, when she finally stands up and begins walking towards him. With each step, her size become more and more apparent until finally she is looming over him. An enormous hand reaches out to meet his own.

“Well aren’t you a tiny little thing,” she noted before grabbing his hand and part of his arm. “I like you already.”

Henry was so rattled by her size, he couldn’t even mumble a response. Yes, he was definitely small at 5’2’’ but she was… huge. His neck craned up to meet her smiling face, and it must have been obvious what he found so shocking because she quickly jumped to inform him of her height.

“I’m 8’1’’ before you ask.” She stated. “Or maybe you weren’t going to ask, since I have apparently scared you into being mute.” 

The towering woman turned from the encounter and rounded her desk and then gestured for Henry to sit. “Come take a seat. We’ll go over your resume and you can tell me about your experiences more in-depth. I’m Miss Pointe by the way. 

“Sure Miss Point, I’ll take a seat. Sorry for my poor introduction. My name is Henry and I’m very excited to be here.” 

She side-eyed Henry and let out a small grin as he sat in the chair. Almost immediately she began parsing through his resume, seeking something to discuss or elaborate on. At the conclusion of her quick scan, she became very aware of Henry’s skill set… or more so, what was lacking.

“So I see you don’t have any prior experience as an executive assistant.” She began, now raising an eyebrow, “Why is that?” 

“Well Miss Pointe, I must say, I just really need a job right now, but as you can see there, I’ve held many corporate jobs and can’t see why this would be much different.” 

“I see.” She muttered while continuing to scroll through the resume. “Do you have a problem doing anything I may require of you, even if it is not to your liking? I need to be able to trust my executive assistant to handle a lot of important tasks that impact my day to day.” 

“Yes, absolutely I can.” Henry confirmed, feeling more confident than before.

Miss Pointe stopped scrolling, spun her chair 90 degrees, and looked Henry straight in the eye. She leaned back, causing her chair to creak from the immense weight, and then lifted her long legs to set two giant heels onto the table. The red bottoms reflected in the light.

“Well what other skills do you bring to the table, little Henry?” She questioned, now fiddling with her perfectly manicured nails.

“Well,” he began, now unsure of how to sell himself for the position, “I… uh… I have the ability to organize calendars, I can write up documents for you, or make spread sheets for any meetings you have. I’ve made a ton of PowerPoints and can leverage…” 

“Oh wow! “ she interrupted. “That all sounds fantastic. But…” she paused, “I need to know how good you are at… sucking toes.” 

She lifted her eyes from her nails to see him squirm for a moment before responding. “Sorry, did you say, know how good I am at sucking toes.” 

“Yes that is exactly what I said.” She affirmed, now somewhat annoyed. 

“Well I have never really sucked anyone’s toes,” he admitted, now fearfully eyeing the enormous set of feet before him. 

“Oh… so you’re a toe sucking virgin?” She asked emphatically.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Henry answered, knowing all too well how much he needed this job.

“Well if you don’t mind, “ she started, her eyes darting to her heels, ”just take those off and you can show me your natural god-given talent.”

Henry watched as she wiggled her feet back and forth on the desk to emphasize their presence. “You want me to—“ 

“Yes, I want you to take my fucking shoes off and suck my toes like you need this fucking job.” She said slapping the table with a balled fist, now exploiting his desperation.

Henry looked up at her stoic face and then again back down at the awaiting heels, which eagerly clicked together. He reached a hand out and fiddled with the back of her heel, managing to pop it free. He slid his fingers into the musty opening before carefully prying away the rest of the shoe, exposing her giant sole. The reddened skin actually seemed clean for the most part, which was a relief. On the other hand, this woman had some long toes. 

“Hmm that fresh air feels wonderful on my feet. Look at how pretty my toes look.” She stated while wiggling them for her own enjoyment. “I bet they are just as long as your little fingers. Do me a favor, try and wear that little toe ring around your finger.”

Henry looked to meticulously painted black toes and spotted the ring in question. It was secured to her second toe, and hung out about halfway down the lengthy digit. Henry maneuvered himself closer to her foot, and was about to pry her toes apart to snag the ring when she interrupted again. 

“Whoa now, little man.” She cooed with an evil grin. “I need you to suck it off.”

Henry’s fingers slid down between her toes to create some space for his lips. Her claims about her toes being longer than his fingers seemed very real now as he finessed them apart until his mouth was able to insert her second toe. The pad of her toe hit his tongue first, leaving a subtle pop of salt as his mouth wrapped around the remainder of her toe. He slid further and further down until the ring finally surpassed his lips. Like a suction cup, his lips pursed firmly around the toe before pulling upwards and removing the metal ring. 

“Got it” he exclaimed, somewhat excited from the achievement. 

“Now put it on.” 

Miss Pointe was rather interested in seeing if the ring fit. Henry fumbled with it until finally sliding it over his pinky. Too big.

Then he slid it over the next finger. Too big. Then the next, and the next and the next until no more fingers were left to try. 

“Wow, you are so petite. Can’t even use my toe ring.” She laughed. “Now don’t forget my other toes.”

Miss Pointe enjoyed tormenting her new little assistant. The little guy was really giving it his best effort. But she knew there was still more to give and she was gonna take it.

Henry looked at her foot once more and sighed. He set the ring on the table and leaned in towards her foot to finish the job. This time he grabbed her foot a bit more aggressively and plunged the biggest toe straight into his mouth. The large toe was quite a mouthful and gave his tongue a workout as he lapped at the underside of her salty digit. Then he snuck her next toe into his mouth, filling it completely. The mouthful of toes wasn’t entertaining enough for the giant woman and she promptly extracted her foot. She patted his cheek briefly, admiring the size of her toes against his face.

“Mmm. Now stand up. I need a pic for the others to see.” She commanded.

Henry was happy to be done and quickly stood straight. Miss Pointe extended her legs fully, which easily cleared the desk, kicked off her remaining shoe and dug her heels deep into Henry’s little shoulders just beside his head.

“Say cheese!” She exclaimed while opening the screen to her cellphone. “Or maybe say footboy!” 

The empowered executive squeezed her feet together, pinching Henry’s much smaller head in between. Even with his neck included her feet soared the length of his head and then some, leaving her toes dancing overhead. He smiled for the camera in hopes it would all be over soon and Miss Pointe quickly angled the camera to capture the moment.

“Wow, you make my feet look HUGE.” She said, now looking through the pics she had snapped only seconds ago. “So, Henry, do you want the job?” 

Henry couldn’t say no, he needed the money. “Yes, I do. I really do.” 

“Mmm, that’s good to know. I have only one more ask of you.” She said, placing her feet back down under her desk. “But I need you over here,” she said, gesturing him to come closer.

Henry circled the desk until he was standing before the seated woman. Even so, she was still over a head taller than he was and she giggled at his diminutive presence. The towering woman placed a heavy hand on his shoulder and looked down at him. “Make me cum and the job is all yours.” 

Miss Pointe grabbed him by the throat, her fingers easily overlapping around his tiny neck, and ushered him to the ground. She forced him to his knees, and quickly used her giant hand to palm his little head like a toy crane at an arcade. With her free hand she slid her panties to the side, then gleefully thrust his pathetic little face deep between her legs. She planted each of her feet onto his lower legs, tucking her heels against the back of his knees and smiled. She could feel the tips of her toes extending past his little heels, making it apparent that her foot alone was bigger than his entire lower leg, making it rather easy to pin him in place. His head was swallowed in her grasp, which firmly cupped the back of his hair while his tongue semi-willingly slid deep into her lady parts. She was in complete ecstasy over her dominance.

“Mmm. Good boy, little Henry.”

Demona was the lead singer of one of the most successful gothic punk banks in the world. She was constantly on the road performing for fans and raking in her hard earned money everywhere she went. Even people that hated her music would come to watch. Why? Because it wasn’t everyday that you got to see an 8’7’’ beauty with an angelic feminine voice. Her hair was long and jet black, with streaks of purple water-falling down the front. She wore almost exclusively black attire that made her appear like a character out of Mad Max and was deploy in tune with the gothic nature of her music. Demona was truly an icon for her genre.

Lily, on the other hand, was a huge fan of Demona and often spent hours watching replays of past concerts or listening to entire albums on repeat so she could memorize all the words. She aspired to be the gothic singer, but knew her 4’10’’ frame wouldn’t have the same impact as watching a giantess command the stage. Now here she was, gambling it all to see her idol. Lily had snuck in the venue and into Demona’s trailer during the show. Surprisingly there hadn’t been any guards watching, and the door had been left unlocked, making it rather easy for Lily to trespass. Since breaking in, she stood in darkness thinking about what she would say to Demona in the eventful moment that they would meet, until finally, the silence broke. The sound a doer hands jiggling rang out from the front of the trailer. 

Lily felt the weight of the trailer shift as someone entered. The rocking was undoubted caused by Demona’s immense size. The petite fan could feel her excitement building as she waited for her moment. The sound of the giant woman’s footsteps echoed throughout the trailer and Lily found her patience wearing thin. Impulsively, Lily sprung from the closet and screamed in pure joy as she raced to the giant woman.

“DEMONA!!!” She yelled at the superstar. 

The singer turned around to see the small girl screaming and charging in her direction. It wasn’t her first time encountering a crazed fan and it surely wouldn’t be the last. Demona used to find it flattering and entertaining to some degree, but after the years, she had grown weary of the rude behavior. 

Lily could not believe it. She was finally meeting her idol! She had to admit that even though she knew how tall Demona was, seeing her in person was breathtaking. The woman was practically twice her height, and obviously multitudes times her weight. It was a bit intimidating, but Lily rushed to hug the titanic woman anyways. She was within several years from the singer when her lane was abruptly blocked by the giant woman’s black boot.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing?” Demona asked the small girl, keeping her boot suspended between them.

“Demona, I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I am easily your biggest fan, ” the girl screamed.

“Biggest?” Demona laughed, “More like the smallest.” 

The joke hurt Lily’s feelings, but she tried to laugh it off to avoid ruining the moment. After all, she was fairly undersized as an adult woman. “I was hoping you would sign my shirt.”

“Look little girl, you can’t just break into my living space and expect me to start doing things for you to fulfill your groupie dreams.” She snapped. “How about you do something for me?”

The offer intrigued Lily and immediately brought a smile to her face. “Yes, of course, how selfish of me. I’ll do anything you need.” 

“That’s better… “ the towering woman encouraged. “What is your name? Actually never mind, I will just call you Pet.” There was a slight pause as she observed Lily’s behavior. “Now Pet, why don’t you take these lovely boots off. My feet are rather sore after tonight’s show.”

Lily didn’t hesitate to serve her biggest idol and quickly began unlacing the suspended boot. The laces were abnormally long, and there were so many eyelets on the boot to support Demona’s giant feet. Undoubtedly these were custom made, and as Lily removed the first shoe, she was struck by how heavy to was. A giant thud sounded as she tossed it to the ground.

“Thank you, little Pet. Now how do they smell?”

The imposing woman lifted her socked foot a bit more for Lily to sniff. She smiled at the girl’s face, which had tuned from excitement to horror with her new insinuated task. It had been some time since Demona had tormented an intruding fan, but she figured tonight would make up for that. To her surprise, the small girl didn’t even object and grabbed her behemoth foot and brought it to her face. The giantess snickered at the tiny hands did their best to support her feet which spanned a whopping 15.5 inches. 

Lily meanwhile, had shoved her nose into Demona’s cotton sole. The thick black sock filled her view, and the damp material clung to her face as she inhaled the scent of the singer’s foot. Much to her relief, the smell was subtle despite having clearly been sweating for hours. Lily could feel the long toes tapping against her forehead as her nose pressed deeper into the sock. 

Demona couldn’t help but laugh, before pulling her foot away. She handed the small girl her other foot and waited for the same treatment. To her delight, Lily wasted no time in repeating her actions and even buried her face into the bottoms of her foot once more.

“Very good. A loyal fan, indeed.” She cooed, looking down from above. “Now don’t forget my socks.”

Demona left her feet planted on the floor and watched as the girl kneeled to tend to her feet. With the subservient fan waiting, Demona lifted her foot once more and wiggled her socked toes several times before setting it on the tiny woman’s thigh, engulfing it entirely. 

Lily worked her fingers into the elastic band which was tucked further up Demona’s leg before gently peeling away the long sock from the damp foot. The small girl was given a glimpse of Demona’s enormous sole, which besides being a little damp and showing some sock lint seemed fairly clean. As the toes came free, Lily watched the giant flex her toes several more times before raising her foot slightly higher. She eyed the toes as they approached ominously slow toward her before gently tapping her forehead.

“I’ve been told by fans I have very soft feet.” Demona informed her before graciously pushing Lily’s head back with her toes. Then   with another gentle touch, she dropped her sole on the girl’s much smaller face and slowly smeared it from side to side. “What do you think?”

Lily had been staring up at her idol’s magnificent face, when her view was suddenly overcome by Demona’s giant sole. The sole hovered for a moment as her head was pushed further back, and then… darkness. Lily’s face was assaulted with the damp skin and subtle aroma of sweat, contrasted by the incredibly soft and forgiving surface as it swept across her face. The display of dominance was becoming more intoxicating to Lily as she felt herself bending to Demona’s will. 

With her foot still hovering above her little fangirl, Demona teased “Wow, you look like you are almost enjoying that.” 

The giant singer allowed the pathetic fan to service her other foot when she noticed a tear forming in the pit of her eye. 

“Why are you crying, little Pet?” She questioned, now squatting down to bring their faces closer together. “You should feel honored to even touch me, even if it is the bottom of my foot.” 

Lily’s inner temper began to boil and in a moment of poor judgement, and she snatched the discarded massive boot she had just untied. 

“Oh you think you treat people like shit?” She screamed, before turning to throw the heavy boot. In the blink of an eye, it slammed  into a small glass case housing one of the many precious awards Demona had received over the years, and broke it.

Before the little shit could further damage anything in her trailer, Demona gave a rather harsh kick to small girls legs, swiping them out from under her. Lily landed harshly on her back and before she could react, Demona’s foot pinned the girl’s neck to the floor, which fit nicely under her arch. The commanding woman could feel the girl’s tiny hands fighting back against the weight of her foot, but those efforts were futile.

“You gonna behave little girl? Or should I use this big fucking foot to crush your windpipe?” She bounced her foot up and down to make a point, making Lily squeak. 

To emphasize her power, Demona bent down once more and wrapped her long fingers around Lily’s throat, squeezing it tight like a vice. Slowly, she stood to her full height, lifting the small girl until she was face level. Lily’s feet dangled more than several feet off the ground, leaving her completely at the mercy of her giant idol. Her captor now enthralled with the control she felt over the poor girl, constricted her grip “Or do you prefer my giant hands to do crush it instead? Or…?” 

A long pause ensured. “Maybe you just do as I fucking ask. Oh and before I forget…”

The giantess held her in place for moment longer while she grabbed a pen. She quickly scribbled her signature onto Lily’s t-shirt, admiring her own benevolence. Now came the time for her little fan to show just how much she admired her. Demona gently set the girl back to the floor and let out a mischievous smile. Two large hands drop onto Lily’s shoulder and guided her to a spot only a few steps away. A full length mirror stretching from the floor to the ceiling filling the space, and now Lily stood facing her reflection with the giantess looming overhead. 

“You see… you are literally a fucking toy to me. And now I’m gonna watch as you eat my wet pussy.” At the conclusion of her words, Demona stripped the pants from her legs and discarded them to the floor. Then, like a seasoned puppeteer, she forcefully flipped her little sex toy to face her awaiting vagina. 

Lily was basically the perfect height for the deed. Demona’s long legs extended the length of the girl’s body and seeing the top of her head well below her belly button sent throbs between her legs.

“Stand on my feet and start licking.” She commanded.

Lily hesitated as she stepped onto the much larger feet and leaned over slightly to begin her work. Her eyes trailed up the endless body to find Demona staring down, patiently awaiting her tongue. She figured she’d ask one more time before fulfilling the singer’s desires.

“Before I do, will you sing one song—“ Lily pleaded before quickly being shoved face first into Demona’s pussy.

The towering woman gazed down, enjoying the view between her legs. Demona’s sizable hand consumed Lily’s miniature head, while the girl’s tiny feet stood atop her own, even leaving some room to spare. The giantess tightened her grip around the petite skull and aggressively smothered Lily against her awaiting lips. The poor dainty woman did her best to please Demona, but without any air to breathe, panic began to set in. The commanding singer could feel the small rebellious hands slapping against her thighs, but there was no stopping now. She roughly pushed Lily’s head back, allowing her a couple short breaths before burying her face back between her legs.

“Make me cum, like a real loyal fan would.” She said, now gripping the girl’s head even more aggressively. 

Demona could feel Lily’s tonguing lapping away desperately to bring her to a climax. As much as she wanted to make the small intruder suffer, she couldn’t help but feel her arousal spiral towards a euphoric orgasm when finally… Demona’s legs suddenly and involuntarily clenched together quivering, trapping Lily firmly between her titanic legs. Her large hand pulled at Lily’s hair until the last throb of her orgasm pulsed through her lady parts. Her legs slowly relaxed, allowing Lily to fall to the ground and catch her breath once more.

“Not bad for a such a tiny tongue. Now get the fuck out of my trailer before I decide to have any more fun with you.” Demona scoffed before lazily stretching out onto her nearby couch. 

With nothing but a shattered dream left, Lily sprinted out the door, never to be seen at another concert. 

Vera’s pointy black heels clicked against the floor as her long strides carried her through the hall. Her blonde hair was placed in a messy bun to avoid unnecessary maintenance in the morning. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the names on the doors, looking for her designated meeting room. Walking by the glass, she noticed the CEO of one of her recent ventures awaiting her arrival. Her hand snatched the metal door handle and gently opened the door. She discreetly ducked her head to avoid her bun from grazing the door frame. At 6’7’’ plus heels, most standard door frames posed a substantial risk for her head and unfortunately the only custom door frame she had made for the workplace was for her own office. 

Upon hearing the door open, the man inside quickly jumped up to greet her. Even at 5’10, he was a solid head shorter than her, but that never phased his confidence. “Well hello, Miss Vera Brooks. What a pleasure it is to see you this afternoon. How is my favorite investor doing?” 

“Hello, Ben. I’m doing okay, not great. I just looked at your numbers from the last quarter, and I’m a bit disappointed.” She replied honestly, rounding the corner of a nearby vacant desk. A stack of papers was already prepped in front of Ben to discuss the recent misses. 

“Yeah, things didn’t go quite as planned,” he admitted, skimming the numbers on the paper. “But I assure you they will get better.”

“I know they will. Looks like you are currently only at 80% of your promised revenue... my revenue.” She emphasized, while continuing to flick through the pages. “Can you turn back to our original contract… page 4, near the bottom?”

Ben obliged and flipped to the requested page. His eyes targeted the bottom where his contractual revenue targets were outlined. He knew the numbers already and was aware he hadn’t met them. “Things don’t always pan out, Miss Brooks. See, in the tech industry—“ 

“I know what the fuck this industry is like,” she said, quickly cutting off the excuse. “Do you see the asterisk at the end there?” 

“Yes,” he answered more nervously.

“Have you read what that refers to?” 

“No.” 

“I’ll save you the reading, but essentially you hit below 100% of your promised goal. My money is missing and I always get a full return on my investments… always.” Vera hissed, reaching for a nearby instrument she had walked in with. Ben watched anxiously as she pulled a white toy gun from the side of her. She pointed the plastic prop in his direction and ominously smiled. “So I’ll be taking twenty percent of you…”

“Twenty percent of me?” He repeated, nervously snickering, unsure if she was kidding. “Is this some sort of weird metaphor?” 

He was about to stand from his chair when she pulled the trigger. A flash of light shot out and struck Ben in the chest. A hot sensation ripped through his body, and the world went black momentarily. When he reopened his eyes, everything appeared the same. He cautiously checked his body, but found no signs of any harm inflicted. “What the fuck was that?” 

“That was your temporary payment. Until I see my money in full, you will continue to pay me via personal transformation.” She informed him, lifting a leg up to expose her black shiny heel.

Ben’s eyes watched carefully as her heel dangled in front of his face. He knew she was tall, but now she looked larger than before, and then he realized his legs were now dangling, and the room seemed much larger. The number 18 wagged in front of his face, finely etched into the bottom of her shoe. Vera leaned forward and gently popped the heel from her reddened foot. The smell of leather and sweat filled the air around Ben, violating his senses as her toes danced in front of his face. Vera enjoyed tormenting her poor performers and Ben would be no exception. 

With precise placement, Vera rested her biggest toes against his forehead, hoping he would sense the power she now held over him. Her feet were already large, but in his new minimized state, they looked even larger and completely dwarfed his tiny face. Her toes alone spanned the length of his forehead and down over his eyes. She playfully drummed her toes against his skin. 

“Do you know what 80% of your original height is?” She asked conspicuously.

Ben did some quick calculations in his head and came to the conclusion he was about 14 inches shorter than he was before, making him roughly 4’8’’. 

“That would be a bit under 5 feet tall.” He answered.

“Very good,” she disingenuously applauded. “Now go figure out how to bring in the rest of my money.”

At the conclusion of her words, her foot slapped his face, leaving a reddened outline of her upper foot and toes across his cheek. The impact was a bit of a shock to the shrunken man, and nearly forced him off the chair. He looked up fearfully, now fully understanding the gravity of his situation.

“Ye...ya…yes ma’am,” he managed to stutter before making his way to the door.

Meanwhile, Vera removed her other heel, now finding relief in being free from the leathery prisons wrapped around her feet. She followed Ben’s tracks, looming over him as he made his way out. The small man’s head barely came up to her lower breast, and would eventually be even less if he failed to hit his targets. 

“By now, Ben,” she waved before walking off in the direction of her own office.

Each step she took through the halls would catch the attention of any of those around, as her presence was quite daunting. Her stoic and serious face may be classified as resting bitch face by some, but she considered it her game face. She wasn’t here to be kind or friendly; she was here to make money. Her hand grabbed the stainless steel handle before throwing it open to the seemingly empty office. She took a step in, enjoying the fact she no longer needed to duck without fear of hitting her head. The towering woman made herself comfortable at her desk, shaking the mouse to begin checking emails.

“Thanks again for running the financial report on Ben’s company. He is now well aware of the consequences that come from failing to pay me,” she stated to her office companion.

Below her desk was Billy. A young man who was once an aspiring tech CEO filled with dreams of being rich and running a successful business. Unfortunately for him, that just didn’t pan out and his failed leadership instead sank the business along with all of Vera’s investment in the company. At that point, the choice was simple: pay her back on her entire investment or pay in personal transformation. The sum of money wasn’t trivial, and Vera knew before asking that Billy wouldn’t be able to pay. Ironically, the accounting business he ran didn’t account for the risk of failing. Now Billy was 12 inches tall and permanently worked as Vera’s personal assistant.

His desk was out of sight from his boss, tucked away neatly under her own desk. The only real acknowledgement he received from her were the comments or questions that rained down from above, with her never making eye contact with him. She would however, often use his desk as a footrest or outlet for her constant fidgeting. Billy couldn’t remember the last day he had without seeing her toes. Today, her toes were painted the usual black and twinkled in the light on her meticulously well taken care of nails. Sometimes he wondered if she did it for him, but that was an unlikely fantasy he used to comfort himself.

“You down there, Billy?” She asked, setting her toes onto his desk and shaking it.

He cleared his throat, “Yes, I am down here. Glad you found the report useful.”

Vera stretched her toes, knowing all too well, Billy would have to ignore the distraction as best he could. She could only imagine what it was like to work next to feet all day, let alone your boss. Any time she found herself at her desk, the urge to torment Billy would often distract her from tasks. She lifted her foot, planting a heel on his desk for him to view.

“Billy, do you see anything stuck to my foot? I feel like there’s some dirt or something on there after walking through the halls barefoot.” She inquired, when in reality, she felt nothing out of the ordinary.

The skin around her heel wrinkled as the weight of her foot rested on his desk. The enormous foot soared above his head, awaiting his inspection. Even at his original height, he had taken notice of their size, but since then, he had become well aware of just how large they were. In fact, he could say with certainty she was a size 18 in women, often getting custom shoes made to fit her huge feet. They were 13 inches long, and the only reason he knew that was because the first day she shrunk him, she playfully pinned him against the wall with her foot, mocking his size as her toes curled overtop his head.

Billy stood from his chair, eyeing the sole of her foot closely, scanning for any debris. He placed a hand on the ball of her foot, pretending to brush away a nonexistent scrap. If there was one thing he admired, it was how well she took care of her feet. The skin was always extremely soft and warm… almost welcoming his touch. The pads and soles of her feet were slightly darker than the milky white arches that housed undisturbed skin. Her toes were on the longer side, but neither bony or chubby. His moment of admiration led his hand across her sole before finally confirming nothing was there.

“Looks clean to me, ma’am.”

Vera scrunched her toes as a sign of thanks. An email notification sounded from the computer, grabbing her attention. A quick click on the icon and she found a pleasant surprise awaiting in her inbox. It was another CEO heading a company she had invested in recently - one with both financial and personal interest. All these years, she had led her company successfully on her extreme investment policies and contracts, centered around shrinking those that faltered. But what about moments of celebration? Vera had never found an equally exciting reward for herself compared to that of shrinking ambitious tech leaders. That’s where Riccardo came in.

Riccardo was a suave spanish scientist hellbent on the idea of size change. His initial invention, funded by her money, was actually the shrink ray she often used as punishment for others. The private funding allowed him to spend wildly on his research, pay himself handsomely, and in return, Vera had direct access to one of the most profound inventions of her generation: ShrinX. And it was only for her until the day she would sell it for some absurd sum of money. Her fingers traced the handle of the gun around her waist while she read the email. After some recent breakthroughs, Riccardo had finally done it. He had figured out how to grow things past their original size. For some reason, the gun up until now had only been able to shrink its victims and return them to their original size, but never passed that. Now it seemed the only problem was the amount of energy required to make growth happen.

A knock echoed from the other end of her office.

“Yes, come in,” she yelled, still engrossed in the details of the email.

As if on cue, the scientist which she adored, entered the room, holding a new and improved version of the ShrinX gun in hand. He quietly approached the desk, hoping to surprise her with his presence. Vera had always given him praise and abnormally warm welcomes due to his achievements in his research. It was highly unusual of her to do so for anyone and made him feel rather special because of it. His silent footsteps managed to make it all the way across the room before finally stopping just before her desk.

“Hi, Vera!”

“Oh my god, Riccardo! I was just reading your email! What a wonderful surprise!” She yelled, turning her chair to greet him.

“Yes, and that is what I am here for,” he explained, revealing the second version of the gun. “I call this one SizeX.”

Vera’s eyes examined the long sought after product. Her hands instinctively reached out for it with her gaze almost stuck in a trance. Riccardo’s hands retracted, pulling the gun further away from her reach. She looked up to see him smiling at her. He had a dazzling smile, was charming, and always dressed well. His salt and pepper colored hair gave him a wise mature look despite being in his early 30s. Although fit, he was rather small at 5’5’’, and didn’t even come up to her shoulder. Despite that, Vera had sort of developed a soft spot for him over the years and found herself flirting with him at times. 

“Are you pulling my multi million dollar toy away, Riccardo?” She asked jokingly, knowing damn well she owned it.

“Ah, yes. I am. But only to warn you that it is still a prototype. I think we have enough juice in this one for one… maybe two trials if you are lucky.” He explained, once again offering it in her direction. “So what exactly would you like to use it on?”

Vera shot up from her chair, “Isn’t that obvious Riccardo? There’s really only two options here. We can use it on you, and make you less… shrimpy,” she said, patting the scientist's head. “Or… we can use it on me, and make me more… me.”

Riccardo gave a puzzled look, letting out a small laugh at the thought of her being even taller. “Vera, you are already pretty tall. Not sure that is the best idea. And believe it or not, I am okay with my height.”

Vera snatched the gun from her smaller companion's hand. “Perfect, then that makes it easy. I sort of enjoy you being a little munchkin anyways.” Without a care, Vera turned it towards her chest and fired.

The futuristic zap sound echoed into the room before sending the intimidating woman straight to the floor as if a truck smashed her. Suddenly Vera’s chest was on fire and her body writhed in the momentary discomfort. The clothes covering her body slowly became tighter and tighter, before finally tearing in various locations as her limbs lengthed and her body added girth. The floor felt cool against her skin, providing her momentary relief from the intense shock of the gun. Eventually and woozily, she raised her hand, giving a thumbs up to the observing scientist.

Billy jumped from his chair at the sound of his boss’s body collapsing against the floor. He was so sucked into writing his report, he missed whatever conversation had transpired that led to Vera being seemingly punched into a dazed state. He immediately ran out from under the desk, attempting to catch a glimpse of the other person in the room. To his surprise, it was only Riccardo, who stood quietly, watching as Vera squirmed on the floor. Billy figured he could find himself in Vera’s good graces by checking on her, but when he turned to approach her, something became increasingly apparent. With each step, he neared her exposed soles. Her toes pointed to the sky and the foot that was once only slightly taller than he was seemed much larger now. After several steps, he stood between each of her feet amazed by their new size. Even though everything seemed large to him, her feet were noticeably larger than before and his eyes were about even with the balls of her feet rather than the undersides of her toes.

He voiced his concern, “Vera, are you okay?”

The dazed woman’s head almost immediately lifted from the ground, leaning forward to find her assistant standing between her motionless feet. Vera smiled at the sight of her small assistant now appearing even smaller than before. The gun must have worked! Her devious thoughts took over and she gently dropped her toes down, patting Billy’s head. 

“I’m okay, Billy,” she began, “but it looks like your friends got a little bigger.”

Vera spread her toes around Billy’s neck before resting her foot upright once more, leaving her heel planted against the floor and poor Billy dangling from her grasp. Fortunately for him, the torture didn’t last long as she wanted to see the true impact of Riccardo’s work. Careful not to squish her tiny employee, Vera discarded the man from between her toes and slowly lifted herself from the floor to straighten her legs. The shrunken clothes still tightly clung to her skin, but were now considerably shorter than her even lengthier limbs. Her eyes took in the details of her own body, observing the effects of the gun.

Her smile grew wide, “Riccardo, you are the best fucking investment I have ever had. I am beyond satisfied with your work. How do I look?”

Riccardo watched the imposing woman straighten her posture, making sure he could sense every inch of her newly gained height. The vaulted ceilings, once considered out of reach for her, now looked within striking distance of her arms. Her presence was awe striking.

“You look good, per usual,” he answered calmly.

Vera took several long strides in his direction until they were toe to toe. “Good, ‘cause I feel a fucking goddess.” 

Riccardo was used to feeling short, but even this felt uncanny. He wasn’t even sure his head reached the underside of her breasts. If it did, it was barely so, and more likely resting on top of his head which was probably the same size as one of those perky melons. A long finger pressed against his chin, raising his head until their eyes met again. Her intimidating stature was counteracted by her feminine nature, and Riccardo found the clashing traits rather arousing. Just as his lips attempted to form a work, the same finger traced upward and pressed against his lips, silencing him. 

Vera was equally enjoying the moment, taking full advantage of her newfound size. She leaned down, bringing their faces close enough that she could feel his subtle breaths escaping. With one giant hand, she gently yet firmly gripped onto his neck while her other hand snuck down against his crotch, forcing Riccardo’s eyes to widen. 

“Now tell me your darkest little secrets, Riccardo.” She seductively whispered to him.

As if stuck in a trance, the truth effortlessly slid from his mouth. “I… I’ve always wanted to play with your feet,” he whispered, while his eyes darted back and forth from her gaze down to her feet.  

His response was music to her ears. All these years, she tormented her underperformers primarily with her feet because she enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the very man who gave her the power to change their size actually had a foot kink of his own. Her fingers tightened around his neck while she leaned in even closer to his ear.

“Well guess what, foot boy? Your performance has exceeded expectations and you’ve earned yourself a little bonus… or not so little bonus.” Vera began to exert force downward on the hand around his throat. “Now lay down and get ready to worship the biggest feet you’ve ever seen.”

The stern grip around his neck guided him to his knees, which gave willingly in anticipation of the best reward he could have imagined. He leaned down, admiring her perfect pedicure on her long toes, before gently planting a kiss on the tops of each of her feet. Then, slowly rolled to his back, placing his pint-sized head strategically between long feet. Vera’s immense stature filled his view and her towering presence made him feel like nothing more than a bug. 

Vera moved her feet inward, semi-trapping Riccardo’s head between them. Her toes poked against each of his shoulders, giving her a stark comparison of just how large her feet were relative to his head. The fun was about to begin when several aggressive knocks echoed from her office door, interrupting the playful moment. Vera was almost agitated with the distraction despite it likely being some concern.

“Miss Brooks, your 2 o’ clock meeting is waiting. Would you like me to reschedule?” Her secretary called out.

“Yes, please reschedule. I have some business to take care of with Riccardo.”