I couldn't help but shake in a kind of nervous
exhaustion as I looked up at the dark face of the goddess as it
loomed over me, her green eyes shimmering like pools in the dim
light, small twinkles of color in them seeming to reflect the stars.
I sat on my butt in her palm, my arms holding me up on either side
of me as my leg stretched out before me. Each time I shook I could
feel the grooves of her soft skin against my own chafed skin,
tickling them. The feeling seemed to cause a slight itch that wasn't
entirely unpleasant. The living ground below me would pulsate every
second or so, each time causing a rush of butterflies in me like I
was about to fall of a cliff.
The Goddess eyes were locked onto me, almost judging me.
Please
Goddess. I prayed silently to
myself. Please don't be upset with me.
I
didn't know why but I felt I needed to do it. I wasn't thinking
anymore. I accepted my fate and her as my god.
I
was suddenly blinded by white light, my eyes squinting from the
sudden contrast.
“See?”
The
goddess boomed, my world shaking as I felt myself bouncing between
the creases in her palm.
“I
thought all about it... this will be your new home!”
I
trembled, my eyes adjusting to the light. It was her phone, I
realized, the screen bright and preventing me from seeing anything
else now. As my vision finally focused, I could see what it was –
a photo of legs, clad in blue jeans, looking down to a pair of brown
sheepskin booties, kinda like a short cut ugg.
“They
are from Minnetonka!”
Dianne thundered from somewhere in the darkness beyond the screen.
Deep feminine giggles cracked like gunfire, the living ground below
me shaking so that my chafed and bruises bounced against the oily
living leather. I felt another blast of hot air before Dianne's
voice boomed once more.
“That
picture is from at least a year ago, when they were still new...”
She roared, the hot air from her breath blowing on me from the
darkness and forcing me to squint to avert stinging my eyes.
“...
so they are a little more worn now, but that'll make it nice homey
for you”
Her
booming voice seemed to linger, echoing from somewhere off in the
distance, and I was left trembling as I stared at the glowing image
from the phone, the white fur spilling over the top and onto the
brown fabric of shoe almost looked like it was overflowing out of it.
Well
they don't look that bad.
I found myself thinking, pathetically. But
this is an angle I'll never see them from. I
thought, imagining myself standing at the base of this mansion sized
bootie, the rubbery sole lifted up towards the front so that I could
see the dirt caked under them even as I stood in front of them.
I
shuddered as I imagined it.
“What
do you think?” Dianne
thundered from somewhere beyond the glowing screen.
My
new home...
I stared at the image as I spoke.
“I-I
love it, Goddess!” I stammered slightly, trembling as the ground
below me seemed to sway like a ship.
Deep
feminine giggles cracked once more.
“He-he-he-hi-he...”
The
ground shook, the feeling of Dianne's living leather against me
battered skin tickling me, the feeling of it against my butt and
crotch oddly pleasurable, leaving me feeling light headed.
“Good!”
She
thundered, the hot air whipping my hair against my face. “Because
your going to spend most of your time in there!”
The
goddess paused, a sudden quiet that made me equally nervous.
“It'll
be your job to take care of them, clean them, especially when I'm not
around...” The
living mountain boomed.
“Ugh,
it sucks, I know, but until the airline changes it's policy you'll
have to spend time some time alone – but I think they will come
around and make an exception for flight attendants eventually...”
Her hot breath continued to blast me, the air whipping around my
crotch along with constant jostling against her skin pleasant, the
battery and exhaustion leaving me more and more light headed.
“...
and when that happens, you'll get to spend basically every moment
between my toes, but until then you'll just have to wait until my
shifts are over for me to come home...”
The
air whipped around me, and I could feel by naked member gliding
against the oily leather land I was on as the hot air flicked it
about, the beginnings of an erection forming.
“...
but you'll always be reminded of the me, because you'll be living in
the home I made for my feet. Isn't that awesome!” Her
voice shook everything around me, leaving me feeling almost deafened
as it came to an abrupt stop.
“You'll
get to spend the rest of your life serving my feet!” Her
voice boomed.
I
could feel my member beginning to swell, and I felt my face becoming
red in embarrassment, instinctively moving to cover it with my hands,
leaving me feeling off balance so that I collapsed back into a laying
position, slowing rocking left and right between the grooves in her
palm as the world swayed back and forth.
“You'll
love it, won't you?” She
thundered again, the feeling of blood rushing into my cock leaving me
more light headed and confused.
“Yea!
It's... It's...” I yelled, my voice sounding almost quiet even
though I knew I was shouting. I suddenly had visions of all the
horrible experiences I've had with the various giantesses, of Jen
from long ago, the brutality and death I saw from the same soles and
toes I was forced to clean and please. I hated feet, and yet these
giantesses seemed to love using us to serve them. It felt like a
fate worse than death.
I was terrified. I didn't want to
spend the rest of my life at the bottom of some old slipper bootie,
cleaning up the sole with my tongue as my Goddess demanded before she
would slip her foot inside, leaving me trapped in the hot and
darkness as her toes would squeeze the air out of me for hours on
end, my tongue dry and bleeding as I lapped endlessly on her skin,
the cheesy moisture of sweat and oil tasting like divine fruit as I
lived on a diet of whatever filth and funk came from her foot, like
Jen before.
“It's
what, sweety?” Dianne
boomed again, removing me from my daydream.
I
knew I had to tread lightly, but I found an ounce of bravery, enough
to at least try to give myself a small mercy. I had accepted my
fate, that I would be this woman's toy forever, but I at least had to
try to not condemn myself to a disgusting life between this Goddesses
toes.
“...
It's just.... It's just that – you know – I like your feet, a lot
…” I stammered nervously, “...but, you know – I like other
parts of your body too – you know – maybe... I could worship
them, sometimes, too?” I said, almost out of breath as the final
words came rushing out of mouth.
In
the dark came a sudden blast of gunfire, her deep giggles cracking
all around me.
“I
understand” She
boomed, the sound of understanding in her voice and not anger
relieving me from terrifying idea of Sarah ripping me apart if I
upset her.
She
understands! I
thought excitedly, the glimmer of not spending every moment under
this woman's foot filling me with an almost angelic feeling.
“Feet
are kinda – icky – aren't they?” She
thundered, the jostling and hot air blasting making it more difficult
to conceal my growing arousal underneath my hands.
“I
guess you aren't a total freak for feet then, are you?” The
living mountain roared, and I felt oddly embarrassed and insulted
even though I had spent the last two days trapped between these
women's feet. It should have been the least of my worries.
“No-no-”
I stammered, scared that I might get in trouble for offending her.
“You're feet are n-n-nice and all, but I'd like to...” I said,
before the goddess thundered once more.
“Just
give it a chance, Marky.” She
paused, the gunfire like giggles erupting before she continued.
“I
think you'll learn to love your new life under my soles...” She
paused, her face leaning in closer so that I could feel the heat
rising, before her hot breath blasted me once more.
“...being
my insole”
Her
booming voice seemed to echo as the images of the days events merged
with my memories of hell I had spent under the various giantesses
since President Trent took office, and I felt utterly hopeless.
I
couldn't help it, I tried to stop myself, choking on my breath to
prevent myself from audibly sobbing. But the word spilled out of me
anyway, I had no control, some strange mixture of exhaustion and
arousal leaving me feeling like I was having an out of body
experience.
“B-b-but
it-it-it.... hurts” I said, choking on my own voice.
There
was a pause, a feeling of real terror before I was once again blasted
with hot air, the world shaking around me.
“Aww
– poor baby. Don't worry, it's still new for you, in a few months
you'll be totally used to it. It won't feel any worse than a
massage... probably”
The way she said probably almost sounded like she was
mocking me, like she knew it wasn't the case.
“But look, if you serve my feet well I'll give you
a treat, ok?” She boomed before continuing.
“If not, well, you'll have to be punished – but
we don't want that, do we?” She bellowed once more.
I trembled as her words blasted me, my cock still
engorging in arousal as my body rubbed against her skin.
“Look
– don't worry - Momma will give you a kiss and make it feel allll
better” She thundered, before
everything seemed to go still.
The
screen from the phone disappeared, and the blinding white light gone
left me feeling like I was in pitch black darkness. And before I
knew what was happening, I could feel an increasing heat before me,
and when I looked up I could see the dark outline of what looked like
two oversized sofa cushions pressed together on a huge wall that was
the rest of her face, the the leather uneven as it folded and creased
along itself.
They
grew larger, the heat becoming more intense, a blast of hot air
rocketing down from above the and leaving my whole body tingling as I
desperately tried to hide my arousal, until the hot cushions pressed
into me, my whole body buried between the two giantess lips as I was
pushed into them.
MWAH
The
lips smacked, a feeling of wetness pressing into me as I felt pulled
slightly into the middle, before the whole feeling disappeared and
cold air rushed back around me.
“Hey!
I see you covering yourself down there!”She
paused, giggles cracking once more.
“You
don't hide things from your Goddess!” She
boomed, deep feminine giggles cracking in the hot airs wake.
I
trembled in the dark, staring blindly at the huge amorphous shape
that lingered above me, the blasts of hot air from her breath a
constant reminder that it was there.
I
could feel it staring at me, and I found myself removing my hands
from cock, the blood still rushing into my member now standing full
erect as I lie helplessly on my back, the pulsating rhythm from her
palm causing my erection to thrum each time it did.
Dianne
laughed, booming giggles and cracks suddenly filling me with
embarrassment as my Goddess judged me like the bug I was. But then
the heat began to rise, the amorphous shape now filling everything I
can see before me, the vague outline of couch sized lips vaguely
visible before I was blasted by more hot air, my cock slapping
against the ground as I lie on my back and shook in mortal terror.
The lips enveloped me once more, my erection slowly rubbed between
the moist lips, the blood engorged as the huge lips applied
pressure, wrapping all sides of my body. In my pain and exhaustion
it felt like ecstasy, the wet heat from the lips pulled me closer to
it, my cock pulled deepest in, a wetness enveloping the tip as the
air from my lungs felt pulled out of me. I couldn't breathe if I had
wanted to, my body feeling warm pleasure from every direction, my
body vibrating in arousal as I found myself pressing my own lips into
the giant wet cushion of lips that enveloped every inch of my skin,
kissing them back.
I
felt a sudden movement, by body pulling deeper between the lips as
hot air poured out from between them, and then a hot, wet, slimy,
thing pushed onto and between my legs, the thing soft yet firm as
it's the wet bumps covering it sent a tingling sensation up my spine.
I was rock hard now, writhing in pleasure as the huge tongue pushed
up between my legs, before sliding up between my thighs and
underneath balls, the wet tip of it pushed up against my gooch. I
could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head, an overwhelming
level of pleasure causing me to shake uncontrollably as the tongue
continued to worm upward, lifting my ballsack up before rolling over
it, a layer of hot saliva coating every inch of my skin before the
hot wet worm pushed into the bottom of my shaft, the whole tongue
surrounding my body as it pushed my cock into my lower chest before
the rest of the tongue covered every other inch of my skin.
My
cock ached for a fraction of a second before I suddenly exploded, my
body fruitlessly temping to thrust forward as the wet tongue
continued to flow over me, pushing me back into the living land that
was Dianne's palm, continuing up my chest and over my nipples, my
body continuing to spasm in ejaculation, hot breath blasting my face
before the tongue pushed into my neck and over my chin. My head was
pushed back into the palm as the huge hot wet thing pushed into my
face, wet bumps pulling my lips apart and allowing saliva to pour
into my mouth, my eyes pulled open so that the tongue pushed into my
eye balls, stinging them as they deposited a layer of hot wet saliva
leaving me blind, before pushing on into my hair.
And
then just as suddenly as it had started, I felt a cool rush of air
again, the wet saliva on my body causing me to shiver as the sudden
burst of ecstasy and cold left me shivering as I began to calm down.
I
felt hot red in embarrassment, once again feeling pathetic as she
made me almost instantly cum. I couldn't see anything but the vague
outlines of her face and lips, a slight twinkling where her eyes were
like pools of water in the moonlight.
“You
taste goooood...”
She boomed, almost purring. I trembled as her breath blasted me,
and I felt even smaller as it occurred to me she probably didn't even
realize I had came, she had so easily brought me to a climax and I
was too small and pathetic for her to even notice.
“I
may yet just have to eat you!” She
giggled, her lips parting suddenly into an open smile, the whites of
her teeth visible in the darkness.
I
trembled in fear as they grew closer, her hot breath blasting me,
leaving me warm for a second only to be replaced by the cool night
air again, the wetness of saliva coating my body leaving me to
shiver.
Her
teeth grew closer, till I could see they were no more then a few
yards from me, lingering over till it appeared I was staring at huge
white fence. They suddenly opened, and I screamed in response, hot
air blasting me before they suddenly snapped shut again.
CHOMP
The
teeth clattered as they hit each other, causing me to squeal in fear.
Dianne's
face then lifted up into the air, deep booming giggles returning.
“HA
HA” Her
laugh thundered, before she continued to speak.
“You
know I won't eat you... at least not yet” She
roared, before her booming giggles returned, my cock slowly deflating
as the terror of being eaten alive filled my mind. I could tell she
was kidding, but I'd seen people be eaten alive before, a fate as
equally frightening as any other.
From
somewhere in the darkness far away, another goddesses voice emerged,
almost sounding like a huge distant explosion.
“Are
you still talking to your insert? C'mon back over here Dianne, I got
the fire started”
The
giggles stopped, and I could sense the huge face that hung over me
like a castle wall staring down at me.
“You're
going to love being my pet, Mark, don't you think?”
It boomed.
I
was left trembling, staring up at the huge dark outline of a face.
“Y-yes,
goddess.” I stammered in nervous fear. “I'm going to love it!”
I said, like a silly broken dog.
Dianne's
giggles once again cracked over me, before her voice thundered.
“C'mon,
lets join Sarah by the fire...” She
boomed, before pausing.
“I
know she's a little rough, but just one more night with her, ok?
We've got to keep up appearances, so just play along. I promise I
won't let her hurt you too bad, ok?”
I
started to speak, an instinctual response of agreeing due to the
terror of displeasing her, but the hand I was in seemed to bend
below me, the now instinctual feeling of her hand once again balling
up into a fist, and I could feel the heat as the walls began to close
in around me, the air disappearing as the fingers suddenly loomed
over me, getting tighter. The walls pulled themselves together, my
arms being pressed into my sides as my legs were forced together, my
lungs slightly compressed in my chest forcing a bit of air out of
me. But they got no tighter, and I took shallow breaths in the
stuffy warm leather cocoon I was stuck in, the gravity seeming to
oscillate back and forth as the mountain all around me began to move.
Each step she took caused a vibration all around me, a sense of
vertigo occurring every time she swung her arm back and forth.