Tom leaned back in his chair, not even five minutes deep into the homework he had just started, and already bored out of his mind. Try as he might, he couldn’t get the events of the morning out of his head. Julie, one of the prettiest girls in Rollington Academy, had rejected him this morning. Him! Thomas Harrison Pennbrooks! Member of the undisputed richest family on Earth, and she had said no to him. Not to mention his good looks. With his chiseled jawline, blonde hair, green eyes, and tall, athletic frame, he was a practical adonis among boys his age. How a girl that blind and stupid had made it into Rollington was beyond his comprehension. But, he supposed, this is what happens when others have their parents pay for their enrollment instead of working for it themselves. He didn’t need her. However, there was something on his mind, a much greater need than Julie. A deep seated urge for release that was keeping him from focusing on his work. Glancing over at his laptop screen, he contemplated over what genre of videos he wanted to search up in order to get his mind off of her.
His thoughts were jarred by a few powerful knocks on his door. Tom pressed a button on his desk which caused a light on the outside of his door to flash twice, signalling the individual outside that it was appropriate to enter the room. The handle turned and the door swung open, revealing Elizabeth, his family’s favorite maid. Elizabeth was a great beauty in her own right, certainly more so than Julie, Tom thought. She was young, in her early twenties, though older than him, a high schooler. Her chestnut hair was perfectly straight and smooth, tucked neatly behind her ears, with bangs covering her forehead. She was of a pale complexion, but not sickly in any way. Her eyes were as brown as her hair, giving them a incredible, dark casting. All of this was made more impressive by the fact that she wore little to no makeup at all. Her beauty was entirely natural. She wore the stereotypical black dress and white apron maid outfit that barely contained her unbelievably massive breasts. In addition she wore knee high white socks, and black flats. Though the room was carpeted, her approaching footsteps were hardly muted as she crossed the expansive floor. This couldn’t really be helped, though, as Elizabeth was 200 ft tall.
As far as recorded history goes, Elizabeth is the only known one of her kind. A living giant among humans. For most of her life no one was sure what would become of her, as she could not live a normal life, nor find practical employment, nor even form genuine connections with a race of people who feared befriending a giant. Tom’s family, being the only family on Earth that could afford the technology necessary to cultivate food big enough for her, decided to take her in. Though many around the world had called them mad for wanting to live with a giantess, the Pennbrooks were ecstatic over the idea. They had even purchased a house specially designed to accommodate her. Each room had an entire section, about the size of a human scaled room, furnished for regular people. The rest of the room was empty space, with sparse furniture, for Elizabeth if she chose to sit down anywhere. The family had numerous methods of traversing the house, from their own sports cars, to a monorail system that could take them to any room they desired. Though most everyone prefered to be carried by Elizabeth. She took care of almost all of the housekeeping by herself, being able to carry out all kinds of tasks that would normally take teams of men and women all day, in minutes alone. Other humans were staffed at the Pennbrooks’ manner for other jobs that she couldn’t do herself, such as cooking for the family, of course.
Tom turned in his chair as Elizabeth entered the room, closed the door behind her, and knelt down next to his living area, which was positioned right by the door for easy access. Placing her hands on her lap, she smiled down at the tiny young man sitting before her.
“Good afternoon, Master Thomas.” she greeted him. Elizabeth’s voice, while immense, was incredibly high pitched and soft. “How was school today?”
Tom grinned. “Fine, as usual. Except for being turned down by Julie, though.”
Elizabeth frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that, Master Thomas. Would you like me to visit her house and pay her back for you?”
The young man laughed out loud. “No, but thank you Elizabeth. I think she’s lost out on enough. But there is something else you could do for me.”
The giantess smiled and nodded. “I am yours to command, my little Master.”
He grinned at the use of her pet name for him. “I would really like you to help me get my mind off of Julie. You’re the only one who can do that, since you’re so much prettier than she is.”
This time she blushed. “Th-thank you, Master Thomas. Which part of me would you like to play with?”
“Take off your shoes.” he instructed.
Elizabeth did as she was told. “You wish to play with my feet, today?”
He nodded. “And your socks.”
“Ah,” she murmured. “You wish to play with my bare feet.”
“You know how much I love them.” he replied, beginning to strip down naked. “I just can’t get enough.”
“I-I’m happy that I can serve you in this way.” she said, softly.
Elizabeth finished carefully peeling the second sock off of her leg, releasing her feet to the cool air of the room. Her feet were as pale as the rest of her, and flawless in every sense of the word. Tom’s family insisted on her being groomed to her best at all times, and so hired an entire team to help her with such things. Tom’s sisters, Kate and Jane, enjoyed having their nails done with Elizabeth. He suspected they liked her feet almost as much as he did. Today her nails were french tipped, and shined to perfection. The smell emanating from her feet, though, was hardly clean. Elizabeth sat with her feet out in front of her, her heels resting on the ground, and her toes pointed towards the far wall. When Tom had fully stripped, he approached her feet, drinking in the aroma.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “You’ve been doing a lot of walking today, haven’t you.”
“Yes, Master Thomas I-”
“Ah ah ah. When we’re having fun you don’t use my name. Remember?” he asked.
“Oh o-of course. I’m sorry, Master.” she meekly apologized.
Tom stood before her feet and feasted upon the sight of them. Towering monoliths of raw sexual arousal in his eyes. There was nothing in this world to him more beautiful than Elizabeth’s bare feet. Already he was becoming rock hard.
“Mmhmm, and what is your name during our games?” he prodded.
Elizabeth gave a small smile. “I-I’m your little slut, Master.”
“That’s right,” he murmured. “Now bring your feet down here. I want to skip the foreplay and get straight to business.”
Elizabeth did as she was told, bringing the soles of her feet to rest on the carpet before the tiny young man. Her toes were so enormous that, even while they laid flat on the ground, they reached passed his waist. This made things much easier for Tom, as he dropped to his knees in front of her big toe. Laying his upper body against the toe, he wrapped his arms around it as far as they would reach, and began caressing the giant digit. Placing his face against it as well, he kissed the toe softly, knowing that she would still feel the tiny pecks, small as they might be to her. From high above him, Tom heard Elizabeth sigh contently.
“I-I take great care of them, just for you.” she told him. “I love that you love my feet so much, Master.”
“That’s because they’re the best in the world.” he sighed.
Already Tom was beginning to lose himself in the moment. As he knelt before her toe, kissing it, he slowly and sensually started to grind his pelvis against it. He had to be careful, as he didn’t want to get carried away too early. So he paced himself for the first few minutes, stopping only when he got too close to release. Eventually, though, Tom couldn’t contain himself any longer.
“Spread your toes.” he commanded.
Elizabeth complied, opening her toes up for him. She was so big that there was plenty of room for him to fit his entire body between her lovely toes. When Tom gave the ok, the giantess gently relaxed her toes, allowing them to surround and embrace Tom. The smell of sweat was much stronger here, and it drove Tom crazy. Leaning down, he began to lick the area between her big and second toes, occasionally touching himself in the process. Elizabeth, meanwhile, watched him and enjoyed the sensation of having her toes licked. When she first began working for the Pennbrooks, she was at a loss for why the family seemed to love her feet so much. Eventually, though, she came to enjoy the experience. It also made her happy that she could please them all in such a way.
“My feet are yours whenever you want them, Master. And anything else I can give to you is yours as well.” she whispered.
“That’s right, slut.” he muttered back, already beginning to thrust his dick against the skin of her toes.
She knew how much he liked to hear her talk while he was pleasuring himself. Even though Elizabeth was not very good at talking dirty, as she lacked the attitude for it, she knew how to speak submissively., and that worked just as well. Tom was now beginning to groan out loud as he made love to his giant maid’s toes. After a few more minutes he climaxed violently, dosing her toes in a moderate amount of cum, before collapsing on the floor, breathing heavily.
“I left you . . . a gift . . . to enjoy . . .” he panted.
Bringing her foot up to her face, Elizabeth spread her toes, and licked between them, cleaning the miniscule amount of cum from her foot in only one lick.
“Thank you, Master.” she said sincerely. “Will that be all?”
“Not yet . . .” he breathed. “I might have another one in me . . . Just rest your toes overtop of me . . . so I can enjoy the smell for a while.”
The giantess smiled. “Whatever you say, Master.”
She did as she was told, and allowed her toes to carefully lower over his body, making sure that he was never once trapped beneath them. It felt good to her, like she was protecting and sheltering him, the way his family has done for her.
“Hey, Elizabeth?” he called.
“Yes?”
“I love our time together. Thank you.”
“O-oh. I love our time together too.” she told him. “And I love you too, my little Master."
“So you’re really still a virgin?” Jane asked, hands on her hips.
Behind her stood her two friends, though based off appearance alone it was obvious that Jane was the leader of the group. With her above average stature, robust figure, flawless skin, and golden hair, she was every inch the queen she portrayed herself as around the school. Plus, at only seventeen years of age, she still had some developing to do. She secretly hoped that she would get taller. She would never get to see things from Elizabeth’s perspective, but she still wanted to glare down at others. It was a turn on for her. In fact, just staring down at the puny little chipmunk of a girl in front of her was enough to make her feel a little hot under the collar, so to speak. The girl, Lindsey, a fellow student at Rollington Private Academy, was the opposite of Jane. She was very small and petite of stature, with almost no curves about her. She personality was likewise as timid and small. She was much more accustomed to hiding herself away from the attention of girls like Jane and her friends. Somehow she had found herself on her radar, with Jane taking an immediate interest in Lindsey. She didn’t bully her, so much as she wanted to get to know more about Lindsey. The problem was, Jane naturally had such a commanding presence that Lindsey found herself intimidated anyway, and unable to say no to the bigger girl. As she stood before the two of them, overwhelmed by the sheer size of Jane’s house, she could do nothing more than shift nervously from foot to foot, and nod as she stared at the floor. Jane smirked.
“You’re allowed to look up at me, you know.” she told her.
Lindsey seemed to almost flinch, before lifting her eyes up to meet hers. Jane found it adorable. She honestly wasn’t trying to scare her, but it seemed as if that was inevitable at this point.
“So you’ve never been with a guy?” she continued prodding.
“N- . . . no . . .” Lindsey squeaked.
“Not even dated one?”
When all she got in response was a shake of the head, Jane suspected the reason behind it.
“What? Are you into girls, then?” she asked.
Lindsey’s eyes widened as she stammered to answer. Jane’s smirk only grew wider.
“Is that the case!” she exclaimed.
The smaller girl gave up in her attempts to cover herself up, and turned bright crimson. She returned to looking at the ground. Jane strutted up to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Leaning her chest forward, she dropped her voice down a shade so that it came out a bit huskier.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to be scared. I’m a big fan of guys, but I like girls too.” she confessed.
If Lindsey appeared red before, she was practically on fire right now. She looked up at the taller young woman with eyes wide enough to see the whites all around. They both wore the same Academy uniform, but Jane purposefully wore a more provocative version that included a shorter top, exposing her toned stomach, and a shorter skirt than was definitely allowed. No one said anything against her, of course. With the amount of power at her family’s disposal, there’s no way they could enforce any kind of dress code on her. She smiled down at the poor girl, who looked as if she were about to pass out at any moment.
“You ever had a girl bring you to orgasm before?” she asked.
“I- . . . Uh- . . . uh . . .” Lindsey stammered.
Jane placed the back of her hand softly against her temple and stroked down the length of her face. She could actually feel the girl shudder with excitement.
“You like what you see?” she whispered.
Lindsey closed her eyes and nodded, her breathing rapidly increasing. Sliding her finger just under her chin, Jane lifted Lindey’s head up, and slowly brought her own face down to her level. Without warning she placed a kiss on her lips so heated, Lindey’s toes curled in her shoes. They held the kiss for a couple of seconds before Jane pulled away. Turning around she walked back over to her friends, who were looking on with hungry expressions. The three of them were friends for a reason. Each one was a sexual deviant.
“Well, you might be my type. I don’t know.” Jane told her. “But, I don’t think I should be your first. You should be able to brag to everyone about having someone prettier than me.”
Lindsey shook her head to clear it. “Uh . . . prettier tha- than you? I-is there someone prettier than you?”
Jane chuckled. “Awww, you’re sweet. But yes there is, and that makes you one hell of a lucky girl. Because I’m going to call her in.”
Standing next to her desk, Jane pressed a prominent button built into the desk itself. Within a minute the ground around them began to shake, indicating that Elizabeth had arrived. Opening the door slowly, the giantess poked her head into the room. Lindsey, who had already became jittery as the footsteps began approaching, screamed outright as she saw the unbelievable maid. Elizabeth took it all in stride. She was all too used to people screaming when they saw her for the first time. She managed to keep a blush of embarrassment from showing on her face as she closed the door and knelt down in front of the small group.
“Y-you called for me, Mistress Jane?” she said in her customary soft voice.
Jane nodded. “Lindsey, meet Elizabeth, our favorite maid in the whole world, and the one woman prettier than me.”
This time Elizabeth couldn’t stop the color from appearing in her cheeks. “O-oh no mistress! I-I . . I could never hope to be as pretty as . . . as you, Mistress.”
Jane snorted. “Oh please, Liz. Stop selling yourself short. It doesn’t suit a woman as big as you.”
Elizabeth seem to struggle with her conflict of her feelings over her own image, and what her own mistress was telling her. Meanwhile, Jane had walked up next to Lindsey and placed an arm on her shoulder.
“As I was saying, this is my new friend Lindsey.”
Elizabeth nodded to her. “I-it’s a pleasure to meet all friends of Mistress Jane.”
Lindsey was left completely flabbergasted, not just by the giantess herself, but by her mannerisms. She may be the one person Lindsey had ever met that was more timid than she was. With slightly less hesitation this time, Lindsey met the giantess’s eyes, gave a very scared smile and wave of the hand, and spoke.
“I- it’s nice to- . . . nice to m-meet you.” she stuttered.
Jane pat her shoulder. “You two already seem to have a lot in common. But we need your help Liz”
Elizabeth nodded. Jane was the only one who ever called her Liz, and she loved the personal pet name. “I’ll do anything you need me to, Mistress Jane.”
Jane smiled. “Perfect. We’ve all just discovered that Lindsey here loves women. But no one’s ever given her an orgasm before. We want you to be her first. You know what to do.”
Elizabeth nodded, already reaching a pair of fingers towards the tiny girl. “Of course, Mistress. I’m happy to help her for you.”
Lindsey’s whole body tensed up as she saw the fingers approach, but Jane held her fast.
“Relax, she does this all the time. Just hold still and let her do all of the work.” she assured her.
Before Lindsey had time to try and get away again, the fingers were already grasping her miniscule body, and lifting her high in the air.
“Don’t worry about her clothes!” Jane called up to her. “She’ll just wear something out of my wardrobe when you’re done.”
“Yes Mistress.” Elizabeth confirmed, turning her attention to the tiny girl trembling in her palm. It was laughable to see how much bigger Elizabeth was to Lindsey in particular, who appeared tiny next to most everyone. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle.”
Elizabeth’s fingers came again, this time for Lindsey’s outfit. With an incredible amount of care and dexterity for a giant, she grasped each article of clothing and removed it, demonstrating the amount of practice she had at this activity. Lindsey tried to struggle by instinct, but her efforts were entirely unnoticed by Elizabeth, who managed to tear every bit of clothing from her body, without hurting her. Within seconds Lindsey stood naked in the palm of the giant maid, who showed no aversion from seeing a naked girl in front of her. The giantess plucked her up again, before slowly bringing her to her lips. Lindsey once again began struggling, kicking and screaming for all she was worth.
“NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T EAT ME!” she wailed at the top of her lungs.
Jane, from the ground, put a hand to her mouth, and yelled back up. “But Lindsey, that’s the whole point!”
Elizabeth’s tongue slipped its way out from between her lips. A gargantuan, moist serpent, languidly making its way towards the naked toy in her grasp. Beginning with the soles of her feet, Elizabeth slid the tip of her tongue up the length of Lindsey’s body, dosing her in a generous amount of saliva. She repeated this process two more times, with Lindsey becoming less resistant with each pass. Slowly the tongue made its way to the dainty pussy hidden between Lindsey’s clenched legs. At first, she resisted the Elizabeth’s advances. But Elizabeth didn’t force her way passed her legs. Rather, she allowed her tongue to gently caress the area, until Lindsey’s cries of fear evolved into moans of pleasure. Gradually her legs relaxed, revealing the pussy Elizabeth had sought after. From there her tongue went to work, massaging and playing with the pretty little vagina. She didn’t need to moisten her tongue, as Lindsey quickly became wet of her own accord. After a few more minutes of this, the little girl climaxed loudly, her whole body contorting with orgasmic spasms. She left a small puddle of juices on the giantess’ tongue, which Elizabeth swallowed without complaint.
She gently lowered the little girl to the ground, where Jane was there to grab her from between Elizabeth’s fingers. Lindsey’s whole body had gone limp as she processed what she had just experienced. Her breathing had steadied, but was quite heavy.
“So how was it?” Jane asked, holding her body in her arms like a baby.
“It- . . . it . . . was . . . a-a-amazing . . .” she breathed.
Jane looked back up at Elizabeth and smiled. “You’ve done it again Liz. I don’t see how us smaller women can compete with someone like you on the market.”
Elizabeth accepted the compliment with a smile and a bow of the head. “Th-thank you, Mistress. Do you need anything e-else?”
“Oh fuck yeah!” Jane exclaimed, handing Lindsey over to one of her friends. “That was so fucking hot, I want my turn next.”
In the blink of an eye Jane had stripped naked and was being picked up by Elizabeth. Unlike Lindsey, Jane gave into the giantess the second she was within her grasp. Her body practically melted when it made contact with her tongue. As the appendage lingered over her pussy, she moaned intensely, pounding her fists against the giant maid’s fingertips with all of her strength. She loved how Elizabeth didn’t even feel her efforts. Her power was intoxicating. Jane could only dream of what it was like to be a giantess herself. Though, truth be told, she’d rather be just a tall woman, with a giantess all of her own, at her beck and call, ready to please her at the drop of a hat. Becoming lost in the moment, Jane began humping Elizabeth’s tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah you fucking beautiful giant.” she groaned. “Oh fuck! You’re so fucking hot! I love how huge you are! You want me to cum for you, huh? You want me to fucking cum for you? Does the giant want to eat the tiny girl’s cum? Huh? Does she? Do you want my fucking cum? Tell me! Tell me the giant wants me to cum!”
Elizabeth pulled her tongue away for just a moment, moistening it in her mouth, before licking her own lips.
“Th- . . . the giant wants you to cum,” she repeated.
She only had time for three more licks before Jane screamed out at the top of her lungs, squirting her juices all over Elizabeth’s tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah! Take it all Liz!” she screamed before collapsing against the fingertips that held her. Unlike Lindsey, Jane was much more experienced at this, and was able to remain on her feet when Elizabeth set her back on the ground. Still, she enjoyed a moment of rest on the ground, still experiencing total bliss from her orgasm.
“Oh fuck Liz . . . you’re the fucking best.” she sighed.
“I- I’m happy that I can please you, Mistress.” Elizabeth expressed in gratitude.
Turning her head to her friends and Lindsey, who was still laying on her back on the ground, she smiled.
“Anyone else want a turn?” Jane asked.