He was helpless as he trailed behind Sophie’s long long legs, much
more now that he was only a foot tall. The leather loop of the leash
tugged dangerously at his neck with each step she took, and each time he
thought he might topple and be dragged along. Her sudden indifference to
him was surprising. Sure, they had a fight at the café the other day and
yeah, all right, he did basically tell her that she was being far too nosey
and that the discussion was closed. It was something that made him
uncomfortable—commitment. When she mentioned moving in, it felt as if
his life had come to a fork in the road and he didn’t want to explore either
path. What if she moved in and it didn’t work out? He’d lose her. He was
terrified of losing Sophie.
Sophie listened with dark satisfaction as the little man behind her
huffed and choked and huffed, and he yelped each time one of her
flip-flops would slap up against her sole, as if he had been slapped
instead. She kept her hand out a little in front of her and kept him running
close to her legs as she went to the couch. They had never engaged in
any sort of BDSM play before, nor had Sophie ever thought about it. And
yet… she was exhilarated. It was hard for her to pinpoint exactly why she
was enjoying it so much. She didn’t want to hurt him—or at least she
thought she didn’t—but it was a rush. A really nice warm tingle up the
spine maybe feeling a wetness someplace else.
Sophie lowered herself on to the couch and crossed one leg over the
other, crossing her arms as well and looking off to the side. Ned stayed on
his feet, but put both hands on his knees and breathed in and out rapidly.
“Whoo! Well… there’s my workout for the day!” Ned said lamely. He
glanced up at Sophie with a smile. She was still looking off to the side.
She had a nice face, he noticed. Not like Hollywood nice or anything fake
like that—someone he’d gotten to know really well nice. Now that her face
was so much larger he seemed to notice it in a new way. This woman’s
beautiful, he thought. A real beauty—the kind that can’t be airbrushed. Yet
it struck him as odd that he wasn’t mad at her for tugging him across the
apartment on a leash.
She still ignored him, arms crossed over her small chest. He looked
down from her pink shirt across her faded jeans. Her legs were so long at
only a foot tall that it was almost disorienting, like the perspective was
way off—they seemed to stretch and curve at impossible, yet graceful,
angles. Her pale foot stuck out at the end of her jeans. She wiggled it
around in the air back and forth, which he knew she did when she was
nervous. Her toenails were painted pink and they gripped the thong of the
sandal between them with little squeezes.
“Hey, babe… Come on…” Ned said. He put a hand forward and
touched the front of her shaking flip-flop. She had large feet, he
realized—he had never really taken notice of them before. She was a tall,
thin girl and he guessed it made sense, but her feet were almost as long
as he was tall, now—a scant inch shorter if even that.
“It’s funny, I can’t seem to find anything wrong with you, even now
that I feel like I’m looking at you with a magnifying glass.”
She glanced down at him, the leash still wrapped tightly in her fist.
She moved her foot to the side a bit so that she could look him in the
eyes. “What?”
He looked up at her with a smile, and then back to the smooth black
sole of her sandal. With her legs crossed her foot sat fairly high. Moving
forward, he wrapped his arms around the heel of the flip-flop and gave it
a tug upward. He felt her toes resist him at the thong.
“What are you doing, Ned?”
With a little groan he heaved again. It was something so simple, yet
now even her toes could put up more of a fight than his whole body. It
wasn’t very pleasant being up against the sole of her shoe, either, as it
smelled heavily of rubber and a bit like pavement. He didn’t want to think
about it, but it also brought other thoughts as well, looking up along it’s
length. She was really big! It’d take some effort, she’d really have to want
to do it, but stepping on him was a possibility. He shuddered. Not his
Sophie!
When she saw that he wasn’t going to give up, she relaxed her toes
with a sigh. He managed to raise the strap of the flip-flop up and over
them. It was a hard effort, and as he pulled it away from her foot he was
surprised by the sudden increase of weight. He began running backwards,
but the shoe quickly tipped him onto his back and landed on him with a
plop.
For a moment he was stunned as the shoe held him down. Once
more he was treated to feeling just how big her feet were—and indeed,
the sandal covered him completely with only his little feet poking out
under the heel. He heard her chuckle in a way that wasn’t entirely kind
and it was easy to imagine her pressing him down under her foot. With a
huff he lifted the shoe on one side using both his hands, tilting it up off of
himself. He rolled out from under it.
He felt the chain of the leash wrap around him uncomfortably, finally
settling on his back and looking up at her. It was odd, her foot now bare
above him as she still had her legs crossed. He remembered it wiggling
around nervously, but now it was still. She was smirking down at him,
once brow arched.
“Happy now, cowboy?”
He got to his feet and stepped out of the loop of chains. She kept the
leash slack for the moment. Seeing the sole of her foot had an odd
psychological effect on him, especially when he looked at her smirking
face beside it. She looked so powerful from that angle. In all of their five
years, he had never really seen her sole. People walk on their soles. Why
would he really look at them? But hers struck him as attractive. She had
nice round heels and a long, soft arch. Her long, slightly wiggling toes
crowned the cushy-looking ball of her foot.
He took a step toward it and heard Sophie’s questioning breath
above him. She yanked at the leash and he toppled to his knees as she
lifted her foot out of his reach.
“What are you doing?”
“You…” He bent over and coughed, rubbing his neck under the
leather loop. “You did that nervous thing you do, where you—”
“What nervous thing?” He felt her slowly taking more of the slack
from the leash. He thought he might be lifted off the ground.
“I-I-I just t-thought I’d rub your f-foot!” He stammered. It all came
out in a rush.
The leash slackened and links of it fell to the ground before him. He
glanced up and saw her lowering her foot back to where it was, still above
him. He couldn’t see her face over the lip of the couch.
Cautiously he rose until he could. He winced when he saw she was
staring straight at him. Her face looked odd, it was an expression he
hadn’t seen before. It was sort of mad and curious as if she wanted
something and didn’t want something and had a question on her mind and
a lot of things. He figured he should go ahead and make good on his
promise, so he went around to where her foot was.
He pushed his fingers into the warm flesh and found it impossibly
soft. She must use lotions, he thought, amongst other things. Vaguely he
was surprised. Did she really take so much care of her feet? Why? He’d
never even noticed them and yet here they were and they were pretty
much perfect. They were very attractive, in fact, and as he worked his
hands across the ball of her foot, kneading her flesh with all of his
wiggling fingers, he found that he was getting aroused. Her foot smelled
faintly of something that was pleasant and something else—a more
natural scent. He wouldn’t be able to describe it as anything more than
“Sophie’s feet,” but to his surprise he found it, well… he enjoyed it.
Her toes flexed above him and the long, delicate sole wrinkled
attractively. The ball of her foot became a little harder and turned white
as the blood rushed from it under the pressure from the toes. She relaxed
and color returned.
“You’ve never rubbed my feet, before.” She said above him, quietly.
He continued his work, working his palms down her arch toward her heel.
“It… feels nice.”
Her tone of voice hinted that it really did. With a smile, Ned leaned
forward and kissed the sole of her foot. It was just a little peck, but its
softness felt good against his nose and the smell of both whatever lotion
she used and her feet was much stronger.
Her toes wiggled. “Do that again.”
“What?” Ned asked, his hands working.
He saw the chain tighten a little bit against her foot. “Kiss my foot.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips harder this time, burying his face
in the softness of her sole. He held it for a moment, and then leaned back.
“Better?”
She was silent for a moment. She must be thinking, Ned ruminated.
Then, in a small voice, completely innocent—Ned pushing his palms back
up her arch, now—she asked:
“So, can I move in?”
He backed away from her foot. “Sophie, I—”
“You what?”
He had backed up far enough now that he could see her face, her
long brown hair framing it and stopping at her chest. Her brown eyes
narrowed.
He crossed his arms. “What could possibly possess you to talk about
it now? Are you nuts?”
“You called me nuts at the café, too.”
“Because you won’t leave it alone!”
Sophie blinked. A tear dripped down one side of her cheek and Ned
felt his heart sink.
“Sophie, I…”
“Is loving you nuts?” She whispered.
They looked at one another for a moment. Then, coming to a
decision, Sophie’s foot dipped and deftly rose, her big toe and the next
catching the chain between them. With ease she reeled the leash between
her toes and Ned went flying from the ground, led by the chain. Her foot
lifted so that it was perpendicular to the ground, and she held it straight
out. As Ned was lifted he struggled and choked against it, it felt for a
moment as if she might hang him. His whole body felt tight and warm as
he kicked, gripping the leather at his neck.
He slammed into the sole of her foot and came to a stop, his whole
body dangling against its length, his neck held fast where the chain went
between her toes. His face was pressed into the soft underside of her big
toe for a moment and then, moving it, he saw her face from between her
long toes. Wrapping his left arm around her flesh, he dug his hand
between her middle toe and the next for support. She looked at his small
face between toes that dwarfed it, her eyes wide. His eyes wide.
They were both shocked.
She could feel it against her sensitive sole, and so could he.
He had an erection.
Giantess World
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