“Have a good day sweetie.” Jane called out to her daughter Melissa. The 17 year old waved to her mother as she stepped onto the bus, immediately greeted by the friends that had already boarded.
Jane smiled to herself. Her little girl was growing up. It would be only a few more months before her daughter was graduating high school and prepping for college. Melissa had chosen a university in North Carolina. The name escaped Jane. She only knew they were well known for their law programs. Melissa had shown an interest in law since she was young. The desire to always keep her friends, as well as others, in line had occasionally made her unpopular with other kids.
Jane stepped back inside. She hated the idea that her one and only child would be hundreds of miles away before the end of the year. But what can you do? A baby bird must leave the nest eventually. And no mother could be prouder of their child.
Jane was a short woman. She stood 4’11”, though she told people she was 5’. She had short blonde hair, styled not unlike the women you see in the movies. You know the ones. The ones that do yoga or are always yelling at a sales rep or cashier for something that clearly had nothing to do with them.
Despite getting the sigh full looks from more than a few teens who were mentally preparing themselves for the inevitable cruelty that came with a woman with such a hair-do, Jane was always happy to surprise them with kindness. It helped that her emerald green eyes had the effect of disarming even the tensest. This, along with her kind spirit and personality always left those dreading the initial contact with a smile.
Jane had married right out high school. Something her parents were not incredibly supportive of. It came as no surprise to everyone 5 months later when Jane gave her parents, along with the rest of the world, a baby girl. Sadly, the young man she was involved with, decided after 2 short months of fatherhood that he simply was not cut out for the job and took off. This would have devastated Jane to a point of depression if it hadn’t been for her little Melissa and the support of her parents.
Her parents took her in, helping to care for her and Melissa while she tracked down her good-for-nothing husband to serve divorce papers.
By the time Melissa reached the age of 1, the man was out of both of their lives. Jane made it a point to inform her parents that she would always make sure Melissa could know who her father was no matter how painful it might be. She had decided that a level of complete transparency would be the best policy when it came to Melissa, once she reached the proper age of course.
By 7, Melissa was curious about her father and Jane wasted no time in explaining the situation with him in a manner that her little girl would best be able to understand.
By age 12, Melissa was ready to meet her father. Unfortunately, despite Jane’s best efforts, she was unable to track him down. Several years passed and as technology grew, the ease to find people did as well. By 16, a simple internet search was all it took to pull up the man that helped create her. Jane and took her daughter across the country to Texas, where her father resided. He was re-married with another 2 kids.
Sadly, the meeting didn’t go nearly as well as they had hoped. The man Jane once loved turned her daughter away, claiming he owed neither of them anything and that if she wanted money or anything else, she should have asked for it long ago.
The worry that this would crush her daughter drove Jane into something of a panic. Despite her concerns, Melissa handled it well. She cried once they finally arrived at their home in Montana. She even refused to come out of her room for 2 days. But on the third day, she rose from her bed, marched into the kitchen, wrapped her arms around her mother and stated, “Screw him…You’re all I need.”
This led to a heartfelt and joyous cry that lasted a good hour. Afterwards, the two agreed to not speak of the bastard that had chosen to walk out of their lives. It was in this moment, Melissa asked her mother to not hold back anymore. To go find a man that deserved her and enjoy her life.
Jane reassured her daughter that she felt no desire to find a man and was happy and comfortable with their life.
Unbeknownst to Melissa, and for good reason, Jane led something of a double-life. She had sworn off dating after her divorce until Melissa was at a proper age. After a decade, she jumped back into the game to see what she might find. To her dismay, it was one disappointment after another. Men without their lives together. Men afraid of a woman with a child. At one point, she thought she might have found one worth a second date. It turned out to be a dud as the man’s wife showed up at her doorstep, slapping her across the face and demanding Jane “keep her hands off her man.” This caused Jane to swear off men for good.
4 years after the slap, a neighbor moved in. Of course, neighbors in the part of Montana Jane and Melissa lived in meant someone moved in a quarter mile down the road. Nevertheless, Jane, being the kind soul she was, decided to greet her new neighbor.
She stepped up to the green door, ringing the doorbell with a plate of cookies in her hand, and a smile on her face. To her surprise, the woman that answered the door was not what she expected. The woman was easily a foot taller than her with a powerful build. The woman wasn’t overly muscular. But it was obvious she was a very powerful woman.
“He…hello.” Jane cleared her throat. “I’m your neighbor from down the road. Just thought I would welcome you to our little slice of heaven.” She laughed awkwardly.
The large woman smiled kindly down at Jane. Her long brown hair hung up in a ponytail. Her brown eyes barely visible through the smile. Teeth a polished white, and sun-tanned skin that made Jane self-conscious of her own. “Thank you so much.” The woman replied. “Please come in.” She offered, stepping to the side to allow Jane entry.
Completely red in the face, Jane stepped past the giant woman and into the house. “I’m Jane by the way.” She almost stuttered, turning to face the large woman who stepped closer.
“Nice to meet you Jane. I’m Wendy.”
Jane watched Wendy intently as she walked away from her and towards the kitchen. “Don’t be shy.” Wendy called back to Jane. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”
Jane found herself enthralled with this woman. She didn’t know whether to be amazed, or terrified. “It’s nice to meet you too Wendy.”
Wendy nearly burst into laughter. “Don’t worry, I’m used to people staring.”
Jane immediately turned away. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“I said not to worry. I know my size takes people by surprise. It happens all the time. Not many are used to seeing someone like me. But there are others. I’m not some freak of nature or anything.”
“Oh no, of course not. I hope I didn’t give you the impression that I thought so.”
Wendy allowed herself a laugh this time. “You’re so sweet. I can tell we are going to get along.” Wendy grabbed a pair of water bottles from the fridge, handing one to Jane while opening her own. “So…Jane, tell me about yourself.”
Over the next 3 hours, the women exchanged stories about where they were from, their lives growing up, what they did for work. Jane explained how she worked as a paralegal for a small firm in town. Wendy talked about how she modeled for magazines, mostly foreign, as well as some online modeling that was becoming more and more popular. As magazines became less popular due to the internet, she was forced to get with the times. On the bright side, it made working from home a breeze. She had designated one of the rooms to be her studio and had taken classes on editing photos. She had no children, nor had she ever been married. Her father lived back in Oklahoma where she was from and her mother had passed from cancer when she was nine. This had led to a life of exercise and healthy eating.
Jane talked about her daughter and how things had been raising a child alone. Wendy was more than a little sympathetic for a single parent raising a child as she herself had been in that situation. It was only due to Melissa’s bus that Jane had to take off. Wendy had made her promise to stop by when she had free time again as she saw the two of them becoming great friends. A powerful, yet very comfortable hug later, Jane was off.
Over the coming months, Jane and Wendy grew closer. Spending hours talking. Jane had even taken to helping Wendy with her shoots. It was at this time that Wendy disclosed her shoots were not for normal websites or literature. Turns out there was quite a demand for amazon models in the fetish world.
Wendy explained she had held off divulging this information out of concern Jane would think less of her. Jane of course reassured her that she would never think less of someone for something so trivial.
Within a year, Wendy offered Jane a full-time job as her photographer. It would pay more than the firm which was a bonus, but lacked the health insurance that came with it. The ability to work easier hours for better pay was too much to pass up though. Jane took the job. That was the beginning of it all.
Regular shoots where Wendy would be in a bikini or lingerie turned to private shoots with her breasts exposed. These were simply trial shoots and would not be released to the public as it stood. More than a few websites had offered substantially more money for nude photos. Wendy was hesitant to jump on board with that just yet. Her large Triple D’s held firmly in place with succulent, brown nipples becoming erect thanks to the breeze of the ceiling fan. The camera snapped away as Jane took photo after photo.
Wendy’s lust filled eyes aimed at the camera. It was the same look she gave while doing her regular shoots. The exposure of her breasts however made the look seem…less practiced. The snapping continued. Jane remained focus, getting good angles, making sure the pictures were focused just right.
Then she did it. Wendy grabbed her bikini bottom and slid it off. The two had talked about it on a few occasions. To get comfortable with nude photos, Wendy would eventually have to take them off. But when and how had never been fully discussed. It was kind of unspoken that it would just happen when it happened.
Jane had never been a prude about the human body. Though she was very conservative about her own, she always appreciated the way a human looked and moved while naked. Doing Wendy’s shoots had only reaffirmed that appreciation.
That being said, she was not prepared for this moment. The room went quiet for a moment. Wendy had struck a pose, arms flexed, legs spread, breasts protruding. Jane however, stood there, in awe of the magnificent Amazonian woman before her. A warrior in her own right.
The camera lowered, the strap that hung around Jane’s neck reached its full length, going taut. Wendy remained in pose as Jane stepped forward. The larger woman relaxed as Jane stepped close. The smaller woman could feel the warmth radiating from the Amazon. Small beads of sweat trickled down her body from two hours of shooting.
Jane looked up, her wandering eyes meeting Wendy’s. Neither spoke. Wendy sighed with relief as Jane’s cool hand rested on her stomach. A tingle ran down both their spines.
Grabbing Jane’s hand in hers, Wendy guided it up to her breast. A soft moan escaped their lips. With her other hand, Wendy ran her finger through Jane’s hair. As it rested on the back of her head, Wendy gave a light pull while bending down.
For a moment they hung in limbo, their lips only an inch from the other’s. Each feeling the breath of the other woman’s pass into their mouth. Finally, contact. Jane felt Wendy’s large tongue slide into her mouth. The two red muscles danced with each other between the locked lips. Jane felt herself pulled into Wendy’s embrace. The powerful arms holding her firm, yet lovingly.
Neither willing to let their kiss be broken for fear this could all be some fantasy or dream, Wendy lifted Jane from the ground. Shortly, the two were in the bedroom. Wendy sat on the bed, placing her friend into her lap. Jane’s arms were locked around Wendy’s neck at this point.
Wendy’s large hand slid between the smaller woman’s legs, drawing out a groan of pleasure. This was the first time the kiss had been broken. Releasing her grip on her friend’s neck, Jane slid to the floor between the legs of her amazon. The tanned, inviting petals of her giantess drew her closer.
In anticipation of the union of Jane’s lips to her pussy lips, Wendy spread her legs, placing a guiding hand on the back of Jane’s head. Jane extended her tongue, as she pressed against and into the love petals, an explosion of taste sent her buds into a frenzy. Two minutes. That’s all the amazon could handle. She was on her back on the bed, legs spread open as wide as she could get them. She panted heavily.
Jane remained on the ground, her head resting against Wendy’s right thigh. The taste of Wendy’s pussy juice still on her lips and tongue.
“That….that was…” Wendy began.
“Amazing.” Jane finished, turning to kiss the large muscular thigh.
Wendy sat up, looking down at her little Jane with a loving smile. “Let me take care of you.” She whispered.
Jane shook her head softly.
This was upsetting. “Wait…why?” Wendy asked, already beginning to tear up. “Oh my god! This was a mistake. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to let this happen. You have to know I wasn’t trying to do this when I took off my bottom.”
“Wendy.” Jane said softly, trying to calm her friend down.
“No, please…you’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you. I promise this won’t ever happen again. Just please don’t leave.” Wendy was in tears at this point.
Jane quickly stood up, wrapping her arms around Wendy. “Shh…sh..sh.” Jane cooed. “Wendy,” She began, taking Wendy’s face into her hands, guiding her gaze up to meet her own. “First off, don’t be sorry. I wanted this as much as you did. There is no need to apologize. Second, I’m not going to leave. Third, I said no to you returning the favor because I think I came more than you did. When you touched me, I had one of the most intense orgasms I have had in years. And I was having them like crazy when I was going down on you. I said no because if you touched me down there, I might have a heart attack.” She laughed.
Wendy couldn’t help but laugh a little herself.
“And finally…”
Wendy looked deep into her friend’s eyes. She could see tears building up in Jane’s eyes.
“Don’t you dare say this will never happen again.”
Two years had passed since that fateful day the relationship between Wendy and Jane took the next step. The two women shared countless experiences together from then on. It became immediately apparent that Wendy was the dominant in the relationship, no surprise to either party. Jane naturally loved being controlled in the bedroom while Wendy loved the control over another person.
This opened up a whole world of fantasies and fetishes for the women to explore. The women discovered a love for bondage as well as foot worship. Wendy loved the attention to her feet that Jane found herself eager to give. It was further proof that they were meant to be together.
Wendy grew close to Melissa as well, offering advice on boys and life as a teen. It hadn’t taken long for Melissa to become aware of her mother’s relationship with Wendy. Still, she never spoke to her about it, deciding her mother would come to her when she was ready.
As Jane saw her daughter off and returned inside, she sat at the kitchen table. Sighing, she leaned back, staring at her half-drunk coffee. As she sat quietly, her phone beeped. Quickly, she grabbed it, opening the messages app to see a new message from Wendy. Jane smiled. “Come on.” The text read. “I have a special surprise for you today.”
Jane’s heart raced. Sliding on some sandals. She walked to Wendy’s house. It was normal for them to do it at her place. With all that they did, it was easier at Wendy’s where clean-up wouldn’t be immediately required for when Melissa came home.
She walked up to the door, sliding the key that Wendy had given her. Stepping inside, she called out. “Hello, you here?”
“In the kitchen.” Wendy called out.
With a skip in her step, Jane quickly made her way into the kitchen to see Wendy sitting at the table in a suit with black 3” heels.
Stepping into character, Jane put her hands behind her back, much like a shy school girl would in those cheesy porn movies. “Ms. Wendy, I’m sorry I messed up those reports. Please, I need this job. I’ll do anything. Just don’t fire me.”
Wendy couldn’t help but chuckle. “As much as I love the pitiful office girl scenario, that’s not the surprise. I am dressed this way because of a meeting I have with a potential new client. A man called me yesterday asking if I would be one of his models. I’ll be meeting him and his wife today. And you are going to come with me.”
Jane broke character. “You know those people make me uncomfortable Wendy.”
Wendy stood up, walked up to her little lover, and smiled down at her. “First off, I have told you before that the people that own these websites aren’t creepy perverts wanting to beat it to you. Most of them are very successful business men and women that make a good living running these sites. But don’t worry. You won’t have to talk to them or see them. And that leads us to our little surprise today.”
Jane looked up at Wendy. She loved looking up to her. And seeing her even taller with heels on made it so much hotter. “Okay, what’s the surprise then?”
Wendy placed her hand on Jane’s cheek. She sighed. “I know how much you love looking up to me. Well…today, you are going to look up to me like never before.” She reached into her jacket, pulling out a remote.
“What is that?”
Wendy shrugged. “Let’s just say I have a friend that works in a certain lab overseas who thought I might enjoy a prototype. I have to warn you Jane, this is going to be very intense. I promise it won’t hurt and you will be completely safe the whole time. But it will be intense.”
Jane nodded. “I trust you.”
Wendy leaned down, pressing her lips against Jane’s. “I know you do. Now stand back.”
Jane took a few steps back while Wendy fiddled with the remote for a moment. “Close your eyes.”
Jane obeyed. She then heard a whirring sound as well as a small amount of vertigo.
“Don’t open them just yet.” Wendy whispered. “I want you to count to ten and then open them.”
Jane nodded. “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten.”
As she opened her eyes, Jane gasped. Her eyes met a sight she couldn’t have possibly ever imagined. Two very large, very ominous black heels only inches from her. Inside the heels were two large, nylon covered feet. She was at eyesight with the arch, maybe slightly smaller.
Slowly, her eyes followed the feet up the large, building-sized legs, passed the torso, over mountains of flesh to land on the smiling face of her lover. Shaking, Jane fell to her ass. But even holding herself up that much proved too difficult. She laid down. Visibly shaking, Jane wrapped her arms around herself and went into the fetal position.
“Oh…oh honey.” Wendy cooed from above as she crouched down, gently scooping Jane into her hand. She brought the poor, tiny woman to her face. “Don’t be afraid sweetie.” Wendy encouraged, placing several loving kisses all over Jane’s diminutive body.
“I told you this would be intense. But you wouldn’t be in any danger. You know I would never hurt you. You are very, very safe with me. Please don’t be scared.”
Jane barely found the strength to turn her head. She looked down at the surface her face rested on. The pillowy part of Wendy’s hand just beneath the middle finger. Turning the other way, she met Wendy’s gaze. The large woman smiled warmly down at her. “W…why?” Was all Jane managed to get out.
“Why? What do you mean? You’re acting like I am doing something terrible to you. I thought you might enjoy this. You love being my little sub and I love being your Amazon Goddess. I really thought this would be right up our alley.”
“But what am I supposed to do now? I can’t live like this.” Jane sobbed.
Wendy shook her head in confusion. “Who said anything about living like this? I thought I would take you to my meeting, maybe, you know, in my shoes. You could spend an hour or two worshiping the feet you love so much and then bring you home, grow you back, and have amazing sex.”
Jane sat up. “I can grow back?”
“Of course you can. Do you think I would take your life away from you? You have a daughter Jane. I would never take you away from her or vice versa. I love you.”
“You…you love me?”
It was the first time it had been said. The women had shared more experiences together than many couples. They had done so much together and helped each other through hard times. But it had always remained unspoken as to where this was all leading. Love had never been brought up.
Wendy sighed. “I…yes…I said it. I love you Jane. I can’t imagine my life without you. These last two years have been the best of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And even though I hadn’t planned on doing it now, like this. I have wanted to ask you to move in with me. You and Melissa.”
“Wendy, I, I had no idea.”
“Well, I guess you do now. And I get it if you don’t feel the same way. I know this whole being a lesbian thing wasn’t something you felt compelled to do or be since childhood like it was for me. I was just—”
“Shut up.” Jane shouted.
“What?”
“I said shut up Wendy! You talk way too much! Of course I love you too! You’re my world! You and Melissa mean everything to me. You should know that by now.”
Wendy smiled. “Really? So you’ll move in with me?”
“Well, I need to talk to Melissa first. I need to explain to her what we mean to each other and our relationship. I can’t promise it will go over well or happen quickly, but I know she’ll come around. And when she does…then yes. I would love to move in with you. Or, vice versa.”
Wendy bit her lower lip with excitement. She hadn’t felt this ecstatic in years. “Well then. Now that all the mushy stuff is out of the way. Why don’t we get to making this happen?”
Jane nodded eagerly. “Oh yes. I can’t even begin to imagine how big your feet are now.”
Wendy shook her head. “You’re in for a world of trouble little girl. The biggest, stinkiest, most powerful feet you have ever experienced are about to make you their bitch.”
Jane groaned with anticipation as she was lowered to the floor.
“Strip you little insect!” Wendy boomed down to the bug woman on the floor.
Jane nearly tore her clothes off, getting down to her birthday suit as quick as she could.
The enormous left foot before her began to tap against the carpeted floor. “What do we have here? A rodent? A bug? What is this pathetic creature that would dare come into my house and stand before me?”
Jane dropped to her knees. “Mighty Amazon! I am a mere insect in your presence. I come to you, pleading for your acceptance. You are all powerful and all knowing.”
The giantess raised her foot and hovered it over the tiny woman. “And why should I not crush you like the insect you yourself acknowledge to be?”
“Please Mighty Amazon…I will give you my all. I will serve you and worship you. Just please…please spare me.”
Wendy scoffed. “I suppose I’ll spare you, for now. But know this little insect. One mess up, one time you disappoint me, and I will crush you like the worthless bug you are.” Wendy pressed the tip of her heel into Jane’s stomach and gave a light push forward. For her it was almost an effortless movement. If it wasn’t for the tiny woman being thrown back a few feet, she would have had a hard time noticing her feet moved forward at all.
Jane coughed, having had the wind knocked out of her. “Please, Mighty Amazon…” She struggled to speak. “Please be gentle. I am so frail now.”
Wendy laughed. “You’re not nearly as fragile as you think you are my little slave. Now, prepare yourself. You are about to experience something nobody who has ever lived has experienced before. And it will make you mine…forever.”
Jane stood back up, struggling to get to her feet. Once on them, she walked forward, getting back to her position in front of the mighty Giantess’s feet.
Ever so slowly, Wendy pressed down with her toes. The pressure created the leverage needed to free her heel from the back end of the shoe. From there, she lifted her foot, letting the slow motion be anticipation for the small woman that stared in awe at the monolithic ped. Finally, the foot slid completely free from the heel. The nylon toes stretched and wiggled. Jane could hear the nylon that was a size too small for Wendy’s massive feet stretch with her toes.
Jane was paralyzed as the foot moved closer and closer, looming over her. As the foot began to lower, Jane found her feet. She turned to run, overwhelmed by the size of her Mighty Amazon. It wasn’t necessarily fear that drove her to run. It was the natural response to something that could so easily end you. An ominous presence that threatened her very existence.
This meaningless plight only managed to cause Wendy to chuckle. A light brush of the toes and Jane was knocked from her feet. Still, she struggled to flee. Crawling on all fours like an animal, she began panting. “Oh please…”
This only managed to fuel Wendy’s excitement. Her toes made contact with Jane’s head. The tiny woman looked up into the toes arch. Maybe it was to beg for mercy. It didn’t matter though. As her gaze went skyward, the toes wrapped securely around her head. Her face was pressed firmly into the arch of Wendy’s second toe. The big and third toes gripped the side of her head.
Gradually, Jane was lifted from the ground. She wanted to cry. The pain of being lifted from the ground by her head, the rush of helplessness, the stench of Wendy’s feet. So helpless. So helpless and pathetic.
She screamed into the toes the held her so firmly. She felt her feet touch the leathery sole of the high heel. She was being lowered in. Her knees followed. She felt her neck stretching unnaturally as her torso moved closer to the leather floor. Wendy must have sensed this, and released her little pet.
Jane hit the leather floor, her face landing right in the imprint of Wendy’s big toe. There was no room to move. The foot which hadn’t even rested yet held her in place. Then it happened, the pressure came. Jane gasped and cried as Wendy’s toes pressed firmly on the back of her head. She couldn’t bear it anymore. Her scream filled the shoe. Wendy was able to hear the tiny woman down in her shoe. She giggled, and pressed down harder.
Her tiny legs bucked as she came. The intensity was more than the poor woman could bear. Jane passed out.
With no more movement coming from her shoe, Wendy slid her foot out again. She looked down at the tiny limp body. Shaking her head, she giggled. “Poor dear.” Wendy reached into her shoe, gripping Jane’s left ankle. She pulled the tiny woman from her shoe and dangled her before her face. Smiling, she pointed the remote at her little lover. “Let’s make you just a little smaller dear.”
When she was made a proper size of 3 inches, Wendy slid her nylons off. She pressed the tiny woman into the underside of her toes, licking her lips as she did.
She slid her foot back into the mesh hose and inserted her foot and tiny pet into her shoe. She looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh, I’m late. Better get going.” Wendy snickered.