The commute to work proved far easier than yesterday. Even so,
Caitlin took measured steps, ensuring her willing passenger remained
comfortable, as well as intact.
Aside
from her house, she was easily the tallest sight in the neighborhood.
Nothing, not even water towers, trees, or powerlines, exceeded her
knees. Streetlights still remained on, despite the sun just beginning
to peak over the horizon. Quite rarely, could Caitlin spot another
walking the streets of the neighborhood. It was far too early for
even highschoolers to wait at the bus stop. More common were cars
that occasionally drove down the adjacent roads for their own early
morning commute to work.
Of
course, not one soul was on the path Caitlin took. She could recall
awkward interactions with curious woodsmen who wouldn’t read the
signs carefully before they wandered into her designated path.
Ultimately, should anyone met their untimely end on the designated
giantess pathway, Caitlin wouldn’t be held responsible. Of course,
there was proof required that the victim chose of their own will to
venture on, but the necessary monitoring would be in place. Despite
this, she did try to avoid casualties, if for the sole purpose of an
easy conscience.
As
she drew near to the downtown area, Caitlin found her height
challenged. Multistory structures would come up as high as her chest.
It still wasn’t like a major metropolitan area, where literal
skyscrapers would double or even triple her stature. There was,
however, a sense of comfort that overcame her, as she stepped onto
elevated metallic platforms to navigate through the town. Underneath,
cars and people proceeded as they normally would. Few winced as they
sensed the tremors and creaks that emanated from the platform as
Caitlin’s titanic form passed overhead. She didn’t stick out like
a sore thumb, unlike the suburb, where she could be spotted for
miles. Here, there were buildings that at least could hide her.
Eventually,
she reached a clearing within the town. There were few structures,
but no roads. The ground was essentially dirt, lined with debris,
gravel and other fare. The buildings that occupied the area were
either half-completed skeletons of criss-crossing metal and wood, or
dilapidated warehouses.
Here,
her steps were far more delicate, for various bright orange and
yellow construction vehicles crossed her path. Even men scurried
about her feet much like bugs. While many hastened their pace once
they realized exactly who approached in close proximity, there was
little panic when they did so. Avoiding a nearly 500 foot titan was
done with the urgency of avoiding an oncoming car.
Already on the worksite, there was another giantess, dressed in the same
construction wear Caitlin was. She was kneeling next to one of the
abandoned buildings, with a proportionally-sized tape measure. The
structure, despite her crouched posture, only came up to her chest.
It
appeared she had sensed Caitlin’s presence, and turned around.
Wide, innocent blue eyes grew even larger as she recognized her peer.
Vibrant blonde hair hung down under her construction hat. It flowed
over her shoulders as she moved. Despite working in an outdoor
occupation, her skin was as pale as a princess. When she rose to her
full height, she proved a head shorter than her coworker.
A
nervous smile appeared on her face, “H-Hey Cait. You’re alright
from yesterday right?”
Her
voice was high-pitched, yet soft in demeanor.
Caitlin
straightened her posture, and placed her hands on her hips. “Never
better Angela! I feel right as rain.”
She
wiggled the toes of her right foot. Even bearing her full weight, she
still felt Andrew vigorously working away.
Angela
nodded, “Oh … that’s-”
There
was an additional set of thunderous footsteps entering. Another
giantess came into view. Her gait was confident and unimpeded, even
as she expertly navigated the hustle of vehicles and workers
scurrying about at her feet. Her complexion was a dark brown, and
shimmered in the dawn sunlight. Thick dreadlocks hid beneath her own
construction hat, creating an awkward fit that she didn’t appear to
mind.
Unlike
the other two, she was dressed in a pair of denim jeans that made it
down just above the middle of her thighs. Much like Caitlin, her legs
rippled with developed muscle, though the heavy construction wear
obscured her upper-body.
She
greeted her fellows with a wide smile, armed with teeth that could
match the noon sun in radiance. Her smile only grew wider as she made
eye contact with Caitlin. As she made it to the duo of giantesses, it
was clear she was the tallest, although she had Caitlin beat by only
a forehead.
“That’s
a quick recovery Cait!” she commented. Her voice was clearly
trained with a southern twang, “Too quick if you ask me. You sure
you ain’t just puttin’ on your usual tough girl routine?”
“There’s
nothing to put on, I’m fine Jackie,” Caitlin dismissed. She paced
about, feeling her husband sink into her right foot whenever it
landed. It was fast becoming an addicting sensation.
She
held her hands out, “See?”
“Wish
I could get rid of my cramps in one fuckin day,” Jackie lamented,
“You took any special pills or somethin’.”
Caitlin
had begun to stretch her arms to the sky, enjoying the sensation of
tension it created in her tendons and muscles.
“Nope,
just some water and sleep,” she explained.
“And
I bet some special foot care, right?” her other coworker jumped in,
sounding a bit too eager.
Quickly,
did Caitlin turn to face Angela, who had gone red in the face, “What
do you me-”
Her
confrontation was interrupted by something small, comparatively
speaking. A man in a construction suit leaned out one of the windows
of the abandoned building. A megaphone had been affixed to his mouth.
When
he spoke, it was clear it was with authority, “Hey ladies! You
gonna spend all day gossiping, or are you gonna help out clearing
this debris? We’ve got two demos we gotta complete!”
“Yessir!”
Caitlin responded, giving him a mocking salute.
The
day progressed as usual. The giantesses were often called for big,
crude jobs of moving tonnes of debris out, and materials in. Debris
was collected into large plastic bags, and hauled off to several
locations off-site. The men below were for fine-tuned work that
required a precise and delicate touch, something the massive titans
even to the best of their abilities could not provide.
Compared
to the previous day, Caitlin moved with ease and agility. She was
able to outpace her peers with regards to raw production, and never
ceased to tease her fellows about it. Banter was often peppered with
profanities, something she had grown accustomed to mitigating
whenever her husband was in earshot. Of course, now, her husband was
with her at all times.
Profanity
was the furthest item from Andrew’s mind at the moment. Caitlin’s
boot had become a sauna. The sock he had found himself in was as damp
as a wet blanket. As the sun grew higher, heat had become
all-encompassing. He had a hard time telling if the sweat that coated
his body was his wife’s or his own.
Still,
Andrew labored as hard as he did in the morning. The flesh above had
become slick with perspiration and oil. And yet, he kept digging his
hands into it, no matter how greatly he was smothered by another
step. In some ways, despite being stuck against a crude extremity of
his wife’s, there was a sort of intimacy he experienced as he was
trapped. His movements had become less reliant on deliberate action,
and more on instinct. Embarrassingly, he even felt his hips move with
the rhythm of the longest foot rub he had ever given his wife.
Even
as the smell grew more putrid by the hour, Andrew did not feel his
energy diminish. It was an intense odor, featuring sharp blasts of
vinegar, mixing with musky fabric and funky fermentation. Andrew
hated smelling like this, after workouts, enduring hot weather and
other dirty deeds. But the smell here, amplified by the vastness of
his beloved, fueled his enthusiasm.
At
one point, he had decided to dig his elbows into the soft of
Caitlin’s foot. His wife immediately replied with a pleasurable
yelp, something that did not go unnoticed.
“You
good?” inquired Jackie, as she had slung another bag of debris over
her shoulder. Her eyebrows rose in a suggestive position.
“Nothing
but the goodness of a job well done,” explained Caitlin, returning
Jackie’s attention with a nervous smile.
“Whatever
you say…” her coworker replied, as she soldiered on with her load
of debris.
The
day progressed to Caitlin’s personal favorite job of the hour,
demolition. She stood over the dilapidated structure, a heavy hammer
in hand. The tool’s head, rectangular in shape, and black in color,
was the size of her own fist. She held the hammer in two hands, one
near the end, the other choking up near the top.
A sonorous voice sounded throughout the construction site, the voice of her boss, “Alright,
prep’s done lads. Clear out, clear out, we’re getting the big
guns!”
A
pickup truck passed the overseer before coming to a stop. Another construction worker leaned
out the window.
“We’ve
got all supports weakened, we’re good to go.”
His
superior raised an eyebrow, “Everyone out?”
The
worker nodded, “To the last man sir.”
“Caitlin!”
shouted the boss, craning his neck to the sky, “You ready?’
Caitlin
swung the hammer 'round, feeling the weight of the tool in her hand.
She grasped it once more, lest it accidentally pulverized a stray
vehicle.
“I’m
ready to make a mess sir!” she responded, a big smile upon her
face.
Her
boss indifferently gestured to her, “Get on with it!”
Caitlin
turned back, noticing Jackie was currently occupied with some other
task.
“Hey
Jackie!” she shouted, causing the other giantess to face her,
“Watch this clunker!”
The
pressure upon Andrew was great as Caitlin dug her heels into the
ground. It was now he had become concerned. His bones began to creak.
Yet, the pressure kept on building. He had half a mind to alert his
wife, but he had been able to glean a little information from the
outside world, for Caitlin’s boots, thick as they were, did not
block out all sound. There was little desire on his part to interrupt
his wife’s work on her task, but as the flesh above pressed down,
and he found himself short on air, he had to wonder if his hesitation
would prove to be fatal.
Meanwhile,
Caitlin continued to swing the hammer. At that point the excitement
of the demolition had dominated her mind, and she had briefly
forgotten who currently lay under her right foot. Momentum picked up,
and the black top of the hammer became a blur.
She
finally brought it over her head, before swinging down. The head of
the hammer struck the center of the building. Its collapse was
instantaneous. Brick, concrete and metal broke into shards. Debris
caved in, falling towards the epicenter of destruction. Few, smaller
pieces, flew out. A large cloud of dust sprung up, causing Caitlin to
avert her eyes.
In a
few minutes, the dust settled. The hammer was still buried in the
middle of the pile of debris. Caitlin gingerly lifted it out,
breaking apart a few larger pieces in the process. Mounting the tool
on her shoulder, she soldiered off.
“Nice
and clean,” she commented to none but herself.
“Alright!
Good work guys and gals,” the boss commended, “We’ll break,
then we’ll spend the afternoon cleaning up this mess big girl Cait
left us.”
For the last part of his statement, Caitlin could only roll her eyes.
Jackie had already finished with her own work, and now approached her
dusty coworker.
“Packed
anything special?” she inquired, as Caitlin retrieved her lunch
pail.
‘Not
now Jackie,” Caitlin replied, wiping away some dust from her eye,
“I gotta take a shit.”
At
this, did Jackie scrunch her nose, “Thanks for helping my
appetite.”
Caitlin
shot Jackie a cheeky grin, before heading towards one of the few
structures in the immediate area that exceeded her height. It was
rectangular, and colored a bright orange. The side facing Caitlin
featured a door, with a great label in the center with the text,
“Honeypot”. Her hand gripped its plastic handle, and swung the
door open.
The
interior was as putrid as always. Caitlin closed the door shut to the
Honeypot and removed the lid. Her nose curled as she inspected the
septic contents. She turned around, and, after placing her lunch pail
to the side, pulled down her jeans, and sat down upon the toilet.
Once
settled down, she began to remove her right boot. Despite the
Honeypot’s potent odor, the smell of damp fabric and moist flesh
tickled her nose. Ordinarily, Caitlin would have been slightly amused
at such a sensation, but now, she could only consider simply how
intensely her little helper had it.
The
removal of the sock was a difficult task. Moisture caused the sock to
adhere to her skin. It took her in the span of five minutes to do so.
Once off, she immediately saw that her husband had been adhered to
her arch by a layer of sticky musk.
Andrew
felt a rush of cool air once the canopy of white fabric had been
removed. There was not much light in the honeypot, but he could
discern a great deal more. He was made intimately familiar with the
terrain of his wife’s foot, his sole companion for the past couple
of hours. For hours, he could admire the contours and folds of flesh,
how callouses had roughened the balls of her feet, and how what
little light struck it, revealed a slick sheen of moisture.
Even
more pleasant was when he peeled his face away to gaze into her face.
He almost had to stifle a laugh from how concerned she appeared. The
fact that the face that betrayed such sentiments was of titanic
proportions, somehow made it far more endearing.
Two
fingers freed Andrew from the crude adhesive. Caitlin’s hands were
far dryer, not to mention rougher. Andrew had to dust some powdery
stone off his shoulder. Yet, a cheeky smile grew across his face as
he drew closer to his wife’s own.
“I
heard something out there,” he began, “did we have an
earthquake?”
He
felt his now wet and matted hair blow back from the massive sigh
Caitlin let out of her.
“That’s
a demolition,” she explained, sounding almost relieved. “How are
you holding up?”
Andrew
shook his head rapidly, allowing droplets of moisture mist away. He
took another deep breath, unaffected by the scent of the Honeypot,
for he had been smelling something far stronger.
“Fine,”
he ensured, “It’s a tad humid down there, but I’ve had worse.”
“It
gets worse.” Caitlin insisted, “You sure you can keep this up?”
Andrew
pondered for only but a moment, “I might need a water break every
now and then, not that its dry or anything down there…”
At
this, did Caitlin roll her eyes, “Ha ha, but you need a break? It’s
been going good this morning. I should be able to…”
At
the most opportune time, did her cramp return. Her teeth gritted and
her eyes squinted. Andrew could spot the individual contours of
tendon flex within her jaw. Sounds of exhalation became breathy and
strained. With her free hand, she vigorously massaged the affected
area. Large fingers made deep divots right in the center of the sole
of her foot. Far greater pressure could be applied than Andrew could
even dream to muster, yet, his own administrations had proven more
effective.
“Fuck,
I was hoping this would go away by midday.” Such a crude statement
was more for herself, than for her husband’s ears.
“You’ve
been putting weight on your foot all day,” he explained, “that’s
not going to help.”
Caitlin
did not protest, but could only remain resigned. Wordlessly, she
reached down, grabbing her canteen. With one hand, she was able to
wrest the top off, revealing the water sloshing about within.
The
open mouth of the canteen was brought to Andrew. It was easily the
size of a backyard pool, if not larger. Luckily, as the torrent of
water was tilted to where he could access it, the liquid inside did
not taste of the chlorine that was used to keep the pools clean.
Even
though Andrew had been able to sustain himself with another form of
hydration, fresh water, untainted by wasted electrolytes and pungent
oils, proved to be most needed. It also helped that it was delivered
via container, instead of flesh.
He
drank for three full minutes. It was ambiguous if he gave himself a
chance to draw breath, yet he was able to obtain enough air to keep
taking in water. Despite his ravenous thirst, the water level of the
vast canteen had barely shrunk. Satisfied, Caitlin brought the
canteen away, taking a swig herself, something that did noticeably
drain the volume of liquid inside.
After
she set the container aside, she then reached for her lunch pail. A
rather thick turkey sandwich was retrieved. Multiple layers of meat
and cheese were stuffed between tanned slices of bread, while leafy
greens formed the least robust part of the sandwich. Everything was
appropriately scaled for Caitlin. The bread, cross cut, easily
outsized Caitlin’s hand, as did everything in between.
The
sight of food drew Andrew’s attention, causing him to scrunch his
nose in a disapproving manner.
“Is
this the best place for food?” he inquired.
“Better
here than where the girls could see you,” Caitlin explained, “I’d
get all sorts of questions, especially from Angela…”
The
colossal sandwich was brought to Andrew. To him, however, it was hard
to imagine it as something he could eat. Caitlin might as well be
shoving a two-story suburban dwelling in his face. Such was its size,
that details that would have gone under his wife’s attention were
made explicit to him. He could observe every little fold and flake in
the dark brown crust of the bread. Meat fibers, bright with moisture
held slices of oven-roasted poultry together. Even the miniscule
layer of green leaves, settling atop of a foundation of sharp orange
cheese, was of such a size, that Andrew felt he would fit within the
folds of vegetation quite easily.
As
such, once the sandwich settled upon the surface of Caitlin’s hand,
Andrew had no choice, but to rip off chunks from the bottom of the
structure that he stood before. Brown flakes of bread crust and tears
of turkey were greedily grabbed from the sandwich and stuffed into
his mouth. He could not reach the thick layer of cheese, nor the
layer of greenery that lay above. Andrew did not bother informing
Caitlin of this, for in this moment he felt quite spoiled.
The
bread was nothing impressive, a whole grain loaf that tasted more of
cardboard, although certainly more favorable and hearty than
wonderbread.
Even
the gigantic version of Wonderbread tastes like nothing. You thought
they would have fixed that.
The
turkey, by contrast, possessed a sweet, if smokey flavor. It was
harder to chew than the lunch meat Andrew usually bought, for the
meat fibers were far larger than what
he was used to. Caitlin
likes the honey-roasted stuff a bit too much. Too bad
it’s the one thing that doesn’t make her stink up the bed.
Andrew
gave the signal to his wife that he was finished. He was getting
ready to scold her for eating in the Honeypot (making him a massive
hypocrite in the process), but held his tongue as she placed the
sandwich back in her lunch container.
A
peculiar, if familiar sound of streaming water caught his ear. The
outdoors were dominated by noises of moving vehicles, and obnoxious
machinery. The Honeypot’s walls were somewhat effective at muting
such noises. This new phenomenon, however, had
clearly originated within the
plastic walls.
His
eyes widened as he peered downwards. It was until now he had noticed,
that Caitlin’s jeans were now bunched below her knees. Above, even
in darkness, he could trace the toned, tanned
shape of her bare thighs, as they rested on the toilet. Limited
lighting, not to mention, the shadow cast by Caitlin’s heavy
construction jacket, prevented Andrew’s eyes from perceiving what
lay further beyond.
A
distinct smell, even among the pungent odors of the Honeypot, began
emanating from below. Andrew gave Caitlin a quizzical look, then a
cheeky smile.
Caitlin
did not even attempt at making eye contact with her husband. Instead,
her cheeks blushed, and she turned to the side.
“Uhh,
I did say I was gonna take a shit,” she stuttered. Part of her
statement was inaudible, yet Andrew could fill in the blanks.
“I
– I don’t know where else to put-”
Andrew
raised a hand, “It’s fine Cait.”
He
suddenly felt himself sweating. Perhaps for the first time that day,
the layer of moisture covering him, was his own.
His
own stammering was almost as desperate as his wife’s, “I’ll
l-look the other way if you’re uncomfortable.”
Andrew
kept his eye’s trained upon his wife’s face, which had only
gotten redder. She was also clearly straining, as eyes squinted and
teeth clenched. Shoot, is her foot ache back in full force?
Maybe she should put me back against her foot, that’ll kill two
birds with one st-
The
sound of streaming had stopped. Now, Andrew could hear something
moving. Whatever it was, it was slithering across something wet and
sticky. He could imagine its mass, although he could not identify
what it was.
As
a new odor entered his nose. Andrew’s questions were answered.
There
was a massive splash, as whatever was moving, had found itself within
the toilet.
Rapidly,
did Caitlin grab a white roll of paper, ripping off a relatively long
strip. Her weight shifted, and Andrew found himself negotiating with
her palm shifting its incline. It was not
long before her hand was free of the paper; presumably it had fallen
into the toilet.
Caitlin
wasted no time returning Andrew to her sock. While he had drank and
eaten his fill, his damp mobile residence was currently stuffed
inside the opening of his wife’s discarded boot. Now it was
retrieved, and shaken. The climate within had considerable cooled,
perhaps too much so. It was shocking lying against the cloth once
more. Goosebumps began to line his skin, and Andrew even felt the
ghost of a shiver creeping up his spine.
His
wife’s foot, luckily, came to the rescue. The massive, meaty,
calloused extremity of flesh, muscle and bone warmed and dampened his
already damp environment. Moisture made slipping the sock on more
challenging, yet the slower rate of her foot’s approach, allowed
Andrew time to adjust and find within the darkness, the soft of her
sole once more.
Soul
to sole, he was once more. Before she even moved to slip her damp,
socked foot into her boot, Andrew went to work once more. Food and
water had rejuvenated him, and he massaged with greater vigor than
before. Relief swept across Caitlin’s body, as she slipped the
socked foot back into her boot.
Once
more, Andrew was pressed upon two fronts. His back stood against damp
fabric, which had begun leaking fluid fluid once squeezed. But the
material of the sock was simply a cover for the gelled padding of the
boot, which stood against the unyielding ground. His front yielded
against soft, yet supple skin, which wrapped tendons that weighed
more than cars, not to mention muscle and bone whose mass could only
be measured in tonnes.
Caitlin
emerged from the Honeypot, her eyes veering from side to side.
Unbeknownst to her, the construction crew below had begun muttering
speculation as to exactly why she had spent so much time within. But,
Caitlin’s rather massive eyes would not have been able to catch
such gossip. She finally managed to spot her fellow titans, seated
several paces away, deep in conversation.
Both
the forms of Angela and Jackie loomed over the construction site. In
the afternoon sun, their titanic stature cast shadows that some of
the construction crew had taken advantage. There were several
abandoned vehicles parked nearby. The closest was a heavy debris
truck, something that required a man to mount a step ladder to enter
its cabin. It lay feet from Jackie’s outstretched hand, something
with which she used to prop herself up as she lay upon her side. The
truck was easily dwarfed by it; at least by a factor of two or three.
Angela
was red in the face. Her knees were brought against her slight chest,
which now served as platforms for her to pound her fist against as
she made her point.
“He
likes it! He begs me for it!” she declared.
“Honey,”
Jackie replied, with a calm chuckle, “there’s only so much abuse
your hubby can take. You’ve gotta slow down!”
The
blonde’s eyes brightened as she mused aloud, “Yes, slow … slow
and sensuous! Jackie you’re a genius!”
Jackie
shook her head, allowing some of her dreadlocks to sway in the air,
“I feel like I’m just fanning fire at this point.”
It
was at this point Caitlin had decided to inject herself into the
conversation. “Hey Jackie! Trying to save Angela’s husband
again?”
Jackie
let out a great sigh as she explained, “If I did half the stuff
this crazy yahoo did to my man …”
As
she said this, her free had gestured in Angela’s direction. The
smaller giantess hid her face behind her knees as a result.
Jackie
continued, “… He’d wedge himself in my throat and let nature do
the rest, if you get what I mean! How’s your hubby doin’ by the
way. Office stud grinding away?”
The
perspiration upon Caitlin’s face had turned ice cold. There was a
pause before she squeaked out, “Yeah, yeah, he’s got things
afoot.”
“That’s
what I should do!” Angelia exclaimed, almost leaping up, which
would have certainly disturbed the workplace, “Stick him in my
boot! It’s been awhile since I’ve done foot stuff with him!”
Sweat
began flowing freely upon Caitlin. She felt several drops fall off of
her nose and lips, to be absorbed by the dusty ground below. A slight
tremor had captured her leg. Otherwise, it felt as if she had been
glued to the ground. Even the refreshing massage her husband was
currently administering within her boot was now but a distant
thought.
This
did not go unnoticed by Jackie, as she raised an eyebrow.
Luckily
for her, speech was not something that had been taken away from her
in that moment.
“I
like keeping this stuff confidential, if you will Angie.” As she
finished, an accusing glare was shot towards the blonde.
“But
it’s hot!” Angela declared, remaining indignant.
“That’s
the weather Angie.” Jackie deflected, raising a hand to give her
face some much needed shade, “It’s gotta be at least 80! I’m
sweating buckets! We ought to be able to remove one layer!”
Caitlin’s
eyes shifted to the rest of the crew on break milling about. She had
to squint to even catch some as they had gathered in groups, enjoying
their own lunch. “I’m not letting those guys oogle the goods.”
“Yeah!”
agreed Angelia, “I only strip tease for my husband!”
A
small smirk formed upon Caitlin’s face, “Cool it with the
anti-wholesome remarks Angie.”
Angela
could only pout, before the megaphone-enhanced voice of their boss
signified the end of the break.
The
giantess unit was put to work cleaning up the newest debris pile
Caitlin had created. The work was monotonous, at least Caitlin had
thought so. Her work was thus, a tad deliberate, as she took her time
shoveling debris into massive bags, before hauling them off to the
facility to process.
Caitlin’s
boot had only increased in humidity and heat as the day pressed on.
With the sun at its apex, the black material of the boot absorbed
copious amounts of heat. While her feet could tolerate the extreme
temperatures, Andrew found himself becoming compromised. The
sensations of Caitlin’s massive sole, her damp sock, the musky odor
of vinegar, sweat and fabric all melded into one. He swallowed a good
amount of perspiration, the taste becoming normalized to his tongue.
Andrew was not even sure if he could call the surface he pressed
against flesh.
Motion
had thrown off what sense of orientation he had. Was Caitlin’s foot
pressing down on him from the top, or from the bottom? Even though he
was protected from the brunt of her mass, simply by being wedged in
the arch of her foot, pressure had contributed to the assault on his
senses.
In
such an impressive climate, there was no thought, just instinct.
Andrew’s instinct was to persist, and he threw himself into his
task. His task was that of friction, to press against that which
pressed him. Who stood on him, why he had agreed to such a task, all
of it was irrelevant. His task, his glorious task, that was his key
to survival.
As
the hour retreated from noon into evening, the sun had gone from a
harsh white, to a warm orange. It was well on its way down. Their
tasks done, the giantess trio bade their peers farewell, and clocked
out. Each attempted to avoid the scurrying workers below, as they
began to end their workday as well.
The
walk home was unlike that of the previous day, with nothing of note.
Caitlin did wave to a couple of kids playing outside after school,
the little ones staring in awe as the titan passed by, looming over
their homes, despite being such a great distance away. Her journey
was a comparatively quick one.
A
she sat down in the shoe room, taking the time to relax, a nagging
through prodded her in the back of her head. It was as if she forgot
something. Caitlin checked to see if she had remembered her canteen
and lunch pail. Both items, however, had been stored away once she
had swung open the door. She leaned forward, putting weight on her
right shoe, tapping it repeatedly on the ground as she tried to
recall what she could have left at the worksite.
But
then, she realized, it was not what she had forgot, it was who
she had brought with her. Her tapping immediately ceased. Caitlin
forcefully removed her right boot, not even bothering to undo the
laces. The fabric of her sock had darkened considerably from the
moisture it absorbed. As she turned her foot over, she saw the small,
almost inconsequential lump pasted against her sole.
And
pasted against her sole he was, as Caitlin peeled away her spent
sock. Unlike before, Andrew’s slight form lay still against the
bulwark of her massive foot. Gray eyes squinted as she leaned down
for a closer look. From her vantage, she could not determine if her
husband’s tiny body was even drawing breath.
Panic
took hold, and with a finger and thumb, she peeled him away from her
imposing sole. Andrew’s eyes were squeezed shut. His pale,
porcelain skin had taken on a shade of red, and was absolutely
smothered with a thick layer of musky perspiration. Carefully, he was
brought before his wife’s face, concern etched into the curves of
her cheeks, the flare of her nostrils, the folds of her lips, and the
windows of her eyes.
Finally,
a sputtering cough wracked Andrew’s body. He flailed about, but
Caitlin’s massive digits which he found himself pinched between
pressing him from shoulder to leg on either side, kept him steady.
The scene before him proved epic beyond proportion, as he witnessed
his wife’s expression loosen. Her mouth morphed into a soft, almost
cooing smile. Her eyes brightened much like the morning sun. A hot,
humid exhale consumed the entirety of his being, laced with scents of
digested food, and pungent saliva.
Despite
Caitlin’s grip preventing him from moving all that much, Andrew was
resigned to not move at all.
“Need
anything?” she inquired, “Food, water?”
“I
had enough water,” Andrew refused, forcing himself to give his wife
an appreciative smile.
The
entire face before him lit up bright red. “Oh … I see.”
Caitlin
continued pressing Andrew, asking him if he wanted anything to eat.
He doubted his arms would even have the strength to bring food into
his mouth. And while the prospect of his wife hand-feeding him was
positively enticing, all that occupied his conscious mind was falling
asleep.
From
his vantage within the vast terrain of his wife’s palm, he saw her
push aside the massive entrance to their bedroom. Yet, Caitlin did
not drop Andrew off on their bed. Instead, her detour took a sharp
turn, venturing instead into her own personal bathroom.
While
the lavatory proved just as grand as everything else within the house
to Andrew, the room proved a tight fit for Caitlin. The stark white,
slightly textured walls formed a compressed circle. Everything was
compacted for minimal room, and maximum efficiency. The toilet was
porcelain-white, whose exterior had seen better days, particularly
the neck which was dotted with suspicious yellow stains and stray
hairs. Its bowl possessed a circumference barely large enough to
contain Caitlin’s formidable rear, not to mention, the average
payload that she consistently assaulted the poor thing with.
Squeezed
right next to the toilet was an equally stained sink with very little
counter space, although the stains were less a sickly yellow, and
more a pale gray, indicative of excess soap scum and watermarks.
Spigots and handles, finished with a cheap tin sheen, dotted with
splash stains, was where water would sputter out.
Caitlin
had not bothered to retrieve her loose sock. She walked across the
bare tile floor, one foot socked, another not. She pried open the
glass door to an even smaller, square standing shower. Andrew was
placed with utmost care on one of the ledges, within a translucent
plastic tray. The edges of the tray were raised on a bias, from
Andrew’s vantage, up to his chest. Right behind him was a massive,
cream color block of soap.
The
shower door was kept open, even as Caitlin shut the bathroom door.
She then began to disrobe.
“Hey,”
Andrew shouted, as he saw articles of clothing shed, then tossed
aside, “I’m still in…”
Caitlin
was working on prying off her tank top, when her large ear’s picked
up the exhausted, yet concerned tone of her husband. A mischievous
glint was shown in her eye, and she placed a finger up against her
lips.
“Shhh”
For
some reason, Andrew was starting to rouse from his foot-induced
trance. He couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Perhaps … just
perhaps, it was because there were two, gargantuan, perky reasons
that had revealed themselves once Caitlin had removed her tank top.
These reasons swayed back and forth, though were constrained by form
fitting white fabric that pushed them up. Of course, these reasons of
massive rationality and supple logic did not require such support.
And, as Caitlin’s undergarments fell away, these reasons were lay
bare, a shade lighter than the rest of his wife’s skin, each dotted
with a wrinkled gland of a dark red color.
There
was no doubt to where her husband was looking. Caitlin could not stop
smiling. Despite the labors of the day being finished, her heart beat
the fastest it had. A tingle, within the depths of her thighs, was
still concealed under denim articles. While such a situation would
have to be remedied, she decided to stretch her arms.
Dark
eyes traced toned musculature that had always graced his wife’s
body. Caitlin could feel them follow the neatly arrayed hills and
valleys of abdominal strength that flexed over her stomach. She knew
her husband was outlining every defined curve of her arms, from her
taut wrists, to her bulging biceps and triceps, to her broad, round
shoulders that helped her lift countless construction materials
throughout the years. She even felt coy as her husband zeroed in on
several scars that streaked across her back, once she presented it to
him.
Caitlin’s
back, of course, was granting energy to Andrew he never thought he
had. He admired the plateau of her shoulder blades, the curves and
dips of her defined upper and lower back. It had been awhile since he
had traversed such a defined, volatile landscape to loosen excess
muscle tension. Upon viewing the tightness with which her back held
itself, Andrew made a mental note to schedule such a task, for it
appeared urgently needed.
He
heard a snap. Slowly, Caitlin’s jeans were shimmied past her
waistline. Her conventional, gray panties were dragged along with
them as well. During the evening journey back, Andrew had been
trapped in darkness. He could not behold the setting sun, nor the
pale rising moon. Now, he viewed a full moon in all of its glory.
Much like the rest of his wife, it was taut, and possessed outlines
of toned sinew.
As
Caitlin’s pants traveled further down her thighs, she simply had to
bend over to ensure her jeans were properly removed. Her exposed
glutes stretched and widened as a result, a most assuredly
unintentional result, which served to cause Andrew’s damp boxer
briefs to tighten even further. He dared not look down his own chest,
but it was getting impossible to ignore that a fifth limb of his had
been rapidly growing in the past few minutes.
And
I thought I had all my blood flow had been squeezed out of me for the
day.
He
leaned forward, catching sight of a rather dark orifice, surrounded
by wrinkly flesh within the depths of the auspicious valley. Several
strands of dark hair lay scattered around the skin which lay in
shadow. As his gaze traveled down the great canyon, the hair grew
thicker. It was much like tall, curly prairie
grass, and from personal experience, traversing it was quite similar
as well. That was, aside from the fact that prairie grass did not get
as wet or sticky as often, nor did it wrap around his body at the
most inopportune times.
At
the base, within a grander valley made of muscly thighs, there lay
another opening, far grander and
far wider. In the bathroom
light, he could tell it had taken on some moisture. The flesh
surrounding it was fresh, and red, while the hair that lay atop of it
was a true forest of pubic proportions.
He
tore his eyes away
from the enticing sight, witnessing his wife pop her feet out of the
confines of bunched denim, one at a time. Dark
eyes fixated upon her right sole, the sole he had grown intimately
familiar with earlier that day. From his vantage point within the
shower, it looked smaller than it actually was; a leviathan of musky,
calloused pedal monstrosity. Each fold of skin was taken into
account, as his mind recalled
it squeezing
upon his form while he administered to its well-being. Caitlin was
moving far easier, and despite deep red marks that indicated where he
had massaged, it appeared her soreness had been mitigated, if not
outright eliminated.
If
that was so, Andrew couldn’t help but feel utmost pride in himself.
Caitlin
turned around, now fully bare. Her lips curled into a knowing smile,
as she deliberately waltzed into the shower. A shadow fell upon
Andrew as she drew close. She reached for him, capturing her husband
in her grip once more. A second set of fingers traced down his body.
Despite waking up, his muscles felt completely spent. Still, her
finger continued, dragging along his waist, pulling off his boxers
with it.
Andrew’s
underwear was but a dark spot on Caitlin’s destructive digit, she
tossed it aside, figuring it would be found later. Such an act was
crucial, for she knew her husband would be grumpy if his underwear
would be wet. She also now had a clear, hard, stiff confirmation that
Andrew had thoroughly enjoyed her act of disrobing. With a small
chuckle, she returned him to his previous position.
After
closing the shower door, she turned the knob slowly, allowing cold
water to cascade down her form. The shower head was adjacent to
Andrew’s location, and he was able to evade moisture for the most
part. He still kept his eye
on the stream of water, taking great care as it washed down and
trickled through every bump and valley upon Caitlin’s worked
physique.
Steam
began to rise as the water heated up. As the shower reached a
comfortable temperature, Caitlin made sure to splash Andrew’s tray.
The impact was great, although Caitlin had showed some restraint.
Andrew had been thoroughly doused. Yet, he found the event
refreshing, for the perspiration that had accumulated on him earlier
that day was washed away.
For
a minute, he remained mesmerized as water continued to cascade over
Caitlin. Her voice, however, interrupted his trance.
“After
this, you wanna do anything else?”
Her
expression was coy, yet meek. However, no meaning, nor implication
was hidden from Andrew.
“I’m
thoroughly shot.” he answered. Even the act of running his wet
hands through his hair was a rather strenuous task at this point.
“No
thanks to me,” responded Caitlin, appearing rather dejected.
“I
guess,” Andrew reassured, “But you know you don’t have to do
this. I’m not looking for some kind of reward.”
“Reward?”
Caitlin inquired, shifting her eyes back and forth in a rather
obvious manner, “What are you talking about?”
“The
occasions you do shower, you tend not to bring me in.”
Caitlin
placed her dripping hands on her hips, “Well maybe I ought to make
that a habit.”
She
continued to wash herself, retrieving shampoo from the tray opposite
of Andrew to froth her hair. A bar of body soap was then vigorously
scrubbed into every crevice of her form, and she made sure Andrew
could scrutinize every motion. While still soapy, Caitlin allowed
some of the suds to fall into Andrew’s tray.
I
really wish he could take a ride on this bar of soap, but he felt
dead tired when I held him. Even if he is keeping the Bri’ish end
up.
Soon enough, every bubble of suds was washed away from the cascading
stream. Andrew too, received another douse of water, more than enough
to completely cleanse himself of soap.
Caitlin
shut off the water. An over head light illuminated the steam that
continued to rise.
“It
wasn’t too bad in there right?” Caitlin asked, observing
exhaustion return to her husband’s form.
“Truth
be told, I might have enjoyed myself a bit too much.” Andrew
admitted. He made sure to avoid his wife’s now curious gaze.
“Really?”
she pressed, leaning into the inflection, “How? You got hypnotized
into being a foot guy? I remember when I first started flexing in
front of y-”
“I’m
a Caitlin guy,” Andrew interrupted, “I can’t help it.”
Andrew
was shocked awake. A massive hand impacted the wall right above him.
A powerful slapping sound followed, threatening to pop his ear drums.
Nervous eyes traced from her hand, to the menacing arm that hung
overhead, back to the face of his wife. Her glare was intense, and he
could tell within the colorful, silvery folds of her iris’, that
something far more instinctual, far more ancient, and far more
unstoppable was on the verge of being unleashed.
In a
growl that was as enticing, as it was frighting, Caitlin uttered her
ultimatum, “I’d keep your suave comments to yourself, cutie.
Unless you don’t actually want a good night’s sleep.”
Her
husband nervously gulped, swallowing nothing but empty air. I have
to weigh my options carefully. You colossal, odorous, unwieldy brute,
why do I have to be so smitten? And just why are you so smitten with
little wormy me? I suppose it’ll take me a lifetime to find that
answer.
Caitlin
retrieved Andrew from his tray, before drying the both of them off.
It only took a small area of unused towel to completely pat her
husband off. She would have preferred a more involved method to wick
every single drop of moisture away, but she could sense him losing
consciousness.
She
didn’t bother gathering up her discarded clothes, figuring she
would retrieve them the following day in preparation for the workday.
Instead, she cupped her hand around her husband’s prone form. Her
gaze had softened, although she intended for Andrew to suffer some
form of punishment for his ravishing wooing of her, even if it was
unintentional. Of course, he would have to pay in full the following
day.
For
now she would have to settle for him resting upon her. Caitlin did
not bother to retrieve any undergarments to stand in for her pajamas.
She instead, entered the bed as she was in the shower, fully nude.
As
she lay upon her back, her husband was transported to the valley of
her bosoms. They absolutely towered above him. To reach the reddened
nipples would have taken a monstrous climb from where he was placed.
Scaling a house, or a building would be less daunting. Neither would
Andrew do, he simply laid prone, instinctively snuggling against one
of the gargantuan fleshy mounds, soaking in the tenderness and warmth
that the pillow he usually resided on could not provide.
The
hand that deposited him rested over his minuscule form, forming a
protective canopy. With her other hand, Caitlin shut off the light
and closed her eyes. The feather-light touch of her husband resting
within the sanctuary of her chest brought a sense of peace. She was
lulled to sleep faster than usual.
Andrew
too, was upon the brink of unconsciousness. His head lay against
Caitlin’s heart, its rhythm slowing to a deliberate crawl as his
wife fell asleep.
As
the thunderous drum beat below him with the power of an earthquake,
and the intimacy of a hug, the last vestiges of consciousness was
banished from his mind, and he joined his wife in peaceful slumber.