“Ned,” Sophie whispered, “Is that just the bow?”
Ned had a hard time twisting his head to see—what with it pinned
between her toes and the leash nearly hanging him and all.
“I don’t think so,” he managed. He felt a little drafty. “I’m, ah…
willing to bet the ribbon fell off.” Between Sophie’s toes the smell of her
foot was a bit stronger, and Ned found that he took a lot of it in as he
struggled for air. And, oddly, it only contributed to his arousal against the
warm sole of her foot. Ridiculous, he thought—people don’t just develop
fetishes overnight, do they? He’d never had a thing for feet before, but
Sophie’s were irresistible. “Hey babe, think you could let me down?”
Sophie bit her lower lip at its center, the corners of her mouth
drawing up in a mischievous little smile.
“Baby?”
Ned felt something smooth and hard slide up behind him and force
him deep into her sole. It was amazing, like a water mattress covered
with many layers of silk. He squirmed and realized that she had brought
her other foot up and now clamped him between the two—the sole of one
and the top of the other. The pressure on his neck eased off and Ned
coughed, resting his head against her second toe.
But he wasn’t going down.
Sophie lifted her legs high in the air as she rolled onto her back in
one graceful motion. All of a sudden the sole of her foot really was a bed
that he was lying on, and he could see her smiling face from between her
wiggling toes. She giggled up at him. It reminded him of when he was
young and his parents used to play “airplane” with him, where’d they
support him in midair with both of their feet and hold his hands. Only
Sophie’s foot was almost as tall as him, she only needed one, and it was a
leash instead of her hands. Still, it was oddly sweet.
She pulled on the leash a little bit and his head was gently moved
between her big toe and the next, which began to caress the sides of his
head as they curled.
“So… you like my feet?”
He didn’t know how to answer. Did he? She didn’t seem to care
about his silence; his dumb cousin did all the talking against her arch. He
kissed the toe as it passed near his lips and Sophie angled them back to
reposition them, moving her big toe to cover his face. He was smothered
by the soft pad and kissed it. Really, really kissed it—not just little pecks.
It surprised him and excited him at the same time.
And that’s when the magic happened. Sophie’s toes curled once
more around his head, only this time they remained clamped over his
shoulders. He felt her sole wrinkle comfortably against the length of his
body. Then her other foot moved as she used the top of it to push him up
along her sole. His erection was caressed by the soft folds, and then,
when she tilted her foot up a bit so that he slid down it, his dick slid into
one of the wrinkles and then was pushed against his stomach as he
slipped down the sole. Her free foot caught him and she repeated this
motion, moving him up and down against her arch as her toes remained
curled, padding his shoulders like the drop-bar on a rollercoaster. And
what a coaster it was. He caught a glimpse of her every now when she
forced him up and she was looking up with wide, curious eyes, a broad
smile on her face.
He lost himself—her light, pleasant scent, the sight of her big toes,
the softness of her skin. Everything was focused to one little point in his
mind, one little point of pleasure, and for a while he simply kept his eyes
closed and moaned. He felt a warm gush let go between his legs and
across her sole and immediately heard a throaty chuckle from below.
“That tickles.”
Sophie lowered him carefully, mercifully, to the armrest of the coach
and let the chain slide from between her toes. He watched as her long
legs retracted and, taking a tissue from the coffee table, wiped the sole of
her foot. She tore off a clean little corner of it and handed it to him. He
wiped his stomach and his thighs, looking at the couch a bit ashamed.
After all of it—the fight, at the café and right here on the
couch—Sophie was still an angel about everything. Their sex life had
always been pretty great and Sophie was wildly creative. He suspected
that with the care she gave her feet she probably enjoyed the fact that he
took notice, and for an instant he was grateful to his “dumb cousin” for
getting him out of that hanging bind as it did. It always was the better of
the two when it came to talking.
Sophie scooted toward him, sitting with her legs folded under her.
He looked down at her faded jeans. For a moment, Sophie appraised her
little Ned and wondered if he was getting any smaller. It was hard to tell
so it couldn’t be more than an inch, yet. Looking down at his naked waist
she remembered the discarded ribbon and saw it lying on the ground in
front of the couch. If it came loose, well… He had to be a bit smaller, then.
For a moment she felt a bit guilty at not having told him what was on
the letter, but at the same time part of her knew that she had a real
opportunity for the week that he was shrunk, though she didn't really know
what it was, yet. As he wiped himself off he averted his eyes the way he
did when he was thinking about something—usually thinking about
something that he already should have realized, and it made Sophie
smile. He really wasn’t a bad guy at all, but he had a lot he needed to
figure out and she didn’t mind helping him. She admired his trim, foot-tall
body with his wide shoulders and strong thighs and thought about how
cute he was that size. And he was only going to get smaller! Well, until the
week is up, she thought with a pout.
“Sorry…” Ned murmured.
Sophie raised a hand and ruffled his short hair with a finger. “What
for, Neddie?”
His little face looked at her for a moment and his eyes searched all
around it. It was funny to her, watching his eyes move all around just to
take her in.
“You’re so good to me, Sophie. I mean, that was
incredible—absolutely nuts… I… Yeah, it was just incredible!”
She grinned, sliding her finger down the side of his face and up
under his chin. He looked so tired and content. She felt a familiar warmth
within her as she normally did and thought she could love this man
forever and ever.
“I love you, Ned.”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her finger. With slow movements she
unclasped the collar at his neck, sliding it out from under the ribbon. She
was a little sorry to see that the skin looked sore, but he seemed relieved
to have it off. She let the chain coil up in her palm as she lowered the
leash into it and closed her fingers. He rubbed his reddened neck and
sighed happily.
“Well, do you want to head int—”
She cut him off, pinching his face between her thumb and forefinger.
It made his cheeks puff forward comically.
“I said I love you, Ned.”
He blinked up at her. “I kissed your finger.” He mumbled like a
chipmunk.
“And yooooou…?” She asked impatiently.
Her long fingers wrapped around him under the arms and pressed
his stomach against her palm. Ned felt her thumb curl tightly against his
back. He knew he had made a mistake, but she was gripping him too
tightly to allow him to speak, even with how soft her hand was. They were
warm, too, just like her feet—obviously well cared for. He wished he had
more time to admire them, but in a sickening movement she was up off
the couch and striding with heavy steps back toward the box. Ned
watched the world blur as if her were on some out of control carnival ride,
like the pirate ship from hell.
Sophie kept the little man tightly ensnared as she stood over the
open box of goodies, dropping the leash back inside. Casually she
scanned the contents, holding Ned behind her back so that he couldn’t see
what she picked. She felt his shortened limbs flail against her back as he
struggled.
When she held him back out in front of her, they were on the move
once more, now heading toward the bedroom. She had no care for his
comfort, letting both arms swing naturally at her side as she walked
briskly.
“Sophie!” Swing—everything passed by in a smear of colors. He
closed his eyes and swallowed. “Sophie, I’m sorry!” Swing—he choked.
She ignored him. He felt the blood swimming in and out of his head
as she moved him about and was once more warm all over from the lack
of air. Beyond her legs he saw that she’d gathered up quite a few items
from the box. The easiest to make out was rather large, like a fan, and
she gripped it by what seemed to be a handle.
“Oh god, is that a paddle?”
Giantess World
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