I craned my neck, spinning to look at one woman to the next. Audrey held up her smartphone.

“We’re going to be moving around too much tonight to use Weespeak, so you’re going to have to use your arm signals, k?”

I raised one arm to signal yes.

"Great!" Audrey smiled, setting the phone on the dresser. She turned to Laura and Laura gave me a seductive look while slowly running her hand from her thigh to her breast. "I can't wait to play with your boy toy," she purred.
Audrey moved closer to Laura and wrapped her arms around her waist, then looked down at me. "We'll start things off here. You can play with one of our feet." I looked up at them suspiciously. "Go ahead, pick one."

Confused, I didn't move… surely, they didn't want me touching Laura like that.

“Audrey, I think the little guy’s worried you’re going to squash him flat if he touches me.”

“Really!?” She said in disbelief. “Tim! You know I would never purposely hurt you. This is the threesome you wanted. Laura’s graciously agreed to be the third.”

I looked back at Laura who gave a friendly wave and warmly smiled. “That’s right, I’m here for you Tim. I’ve been looking forward to this, and we both want to make this a night you’ll never forget.”

Now I remember. The memory came rushing back with a bittersweet twinge. It had been several months ago, on a hazy and indulgent night, when Audrey was reclining on the patio chaise, and I sat perched in the palm of her hand. She sipped delicately from her glass of wine while I took slow, measured sips from a few drops of single-malt scotch. The conversation turned to my future, or lack thereof, in the face of my illness. As we joked and laughed about my bucket list, I let slip that one of my desires was to experience a threesome. Little did I know at the time that Audrey would make this wild fantasy a reality. And who would be better to join us in this fantasy than Laura? It seemed fitting, given our intertwined histories and shared connections.

The only problem was by threesome, I meant as a normal-sized man. The only sensation my physical efforts registered with Audrey was barely a tickle. What was I supposed to do with two giant women?

As the two women slowly rose up, Audrey took a deliberate step closer to Laura, causing me to scramble backward between the relative safety of Laura's feet. My view of their faces was now obscured, but I could hear their heavy breathing and see their bodies pressed together from their bellies to their breasts. Audrey reached her arms around Laura's waist and pulled her in closer, their chests now touching. She looked down at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Tim," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I'm going to touch Laura in all kinds of ways. And you have my permission to join in."
Laura's own voice was filled with desire as she added, "And don't keep us waiting too long. I might have to put you back under a cup if you do."

Audrey giggled, "You're such a bitch."

"Mmmm Hmmm," Laura purred, running her hands up and down Audrey's arms, "I am. And I'm going to make you my little plaything."

As they leaned in for a passionate kiss, I cautiously made my way out from between Laura's feet and gazed up at the two colossal women before me. I couldn't help but feel like an insignificant speck far below these two titans, who were now locked in a heated embrace, caressing each other's breasts with fervent intensity and oblivious to my presence. The sounds of their soft moans and frantic kisses filled the room, echoing loudly in the giant room as if they wanted the whole world to know of their pleasure.

It was obvious they were acting. Laura was never attracted to small, weak men, and as my disease progressed to stage four, I became one of the smallest and weakest. Audrey had always mocked the idea of the hot lesbian sex trope as a stupid, misogynistic fantasy. Yet here they were, two nude 80-story goddesses passionately kissing high above me. It was pity sex, pure and simple, but at this point I wasn’t too proud to turn down the offer.

One of the cruel symptoms of Baumann's disease was hypersexuality - an intense and insatiable desire, shortened refractory periods, a hypersensitive cock, paired with an increasingly miniscule body. It was a curse, to be reduced to almost nothing while your desires raged on uncontrollably. And as an infected man's body wasted away, so did his chances of satisfying those desires with a woman who grew larger, more disinterested, and ultimately disgusted by his pitiful attempts at seduction.
I knew I was lucky to have Audrey by my side - kind, loving, and even indulgent of my needs. Since the outbreak, most women had lost interest in men like me after a certain point. Some wives had even abandoned their infected husbands altogether. So, who was I to refuse Audrey's pity fuck? To act the fool too proud to accept what little pleasure she could offer in our final days together?

Turning to the task at hand, I move with caution, my heart racing in my chest. Two pairs of stunning feet loom above me, each longer than a blue whale, their size almost overwhelming me. My eyes darted between them as I circled around, trying to decide which one to approach first. As I walked around each one, the sounds of passionate kissing above me slowed, and I sensed I was being watched.

"Be still," Audrey whispered, confirming my suspicions. "He's walking around your feet." With eager hands, I reached up and touched Laura's gigantic stiletto heel marveling at its sheer height- rising over fifty feet to a graceful arch under her slender ankle. As I looked up at the bottom of her sandal next to the heel, I saw the number nine embossed into the tan leather, almost six feet in height. Jimmy Choo, Laura has always had expensive taste in shoes.
Underneath her towering feet, I felt a mixture of arousal and fear - the thin heels supporting thousands of tons and swaying slightly with every small movement of her foot. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to be so close to such immense power. The thought of being crushed by such a powerful force caused me to shudder.

I crossed from under the heel and gazed up at Laura's well-sculpted thighs, leading to her bare vulva over four hundred feet above me. Beside it, Audrey's vulva also loomed large. Mesmerized by the living cathedral of lust above me, I compared the two. Laura's plump labia form a neat crevasse while Audrey's inner lips peeked out messily, creating a fleshy formation reminiscent of a rock face. Though I was intimately familiar with Audrey's pussy finding it easy to climb. Climbing up Laura's seemed more daunting and treacherous.
My head tilted back and my breath caught in my throat as I looked up at the towering, nude women. The sight alone was enough to stoke my arousal, but the feel of my throbbing cock only added to the sensation. With each step I took, my shaft brushed against my thighs, making it even harder with excitement. My gaze slowly returned to the immense toes in front of me.

Both women possessed beautifully feminine feet, well beautiful if you were into feet. I know most people assume that feet are well…just feet, but like women in general, they’re attractive ones and others not so much. Audrey and Laura’s were practically works of art. As someone with a particular attraction to feet, I noticed every detail - their delicate curves, slender ankles, perfect arches, and long, well-formed toes with impeccably trimmed nails. Upon closer inspection, it was also obvious that both women recently had pedicures, as both sets of feet were fastidiously clean. Audrey’s smelled fresh and minty. Laura’s had more of a floral tone. Audrey’s toenails were painted a nice light blue (periwinkle, I think she called it), Laura’s were painted pink.

Without hesitation, I decided to try something new and chose Laura's feet. It wasn't just their appearance that captivated me; it was the power her feet held in their massive forms. As I made my way over to her right foot, the leather sandal she wore creaked under her weight. I watched in awe as the huge muscles and tendons in her feet and calves flexed and twitched in the natural task of maintaining balance. Her mammoth toes alternated between lifting off and gripping the insole of her sandal, causing the leather to creak even more. I was awestruck at the sheer size of her big toe - hanging slightly over the sole of her sandal and looming some fifteen feet above my head.

“I think he chose your right foot. He’s walking towards it. Keep it still.”

The words "easier said than done" hung in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of Laura's lack of experience with littles. She appeared calm on the surface, but her body betrayed her nervousness with small, unconscious movements that made climbing difficult and dangerous. In stark contrast, Audrey's feet and toes remained perfectly still, a testament to her honed skills in meditation and mindfulness, something we had both learned through our attendance at Ultra-Dimorphic Couples Intimacy classes. It was a risky endeavor, climbing on a woman who seemed unaware of the impact of her body's movements. But at this point, I was too consumed by my desire to care about any potential hazards or consequences.

I cautiously approached Laura’s foot and reached out to touch the sole of her sandal. The edge of the thin sole at my miniature scale was like a wall, almost as tall as me. She clenched her toes which flattened the tip of her sandal against the floor, allowing me to get forearms over the top of the insole and grasp the rope-thick stitching on the edge. Before I could fully climb on, her toes suddenly relaxed which left me dangling helplessly in midair. Swinging my leg over, I managed to climb onto the insole. It wasn't a difficult feat, but the constant movement of Laura's toes against the sole of her sandal made for an unnerving ride. I was beginning to have doubts about my decision to choose this inexperienced giant for her first tiny sexual encounter. Slowly standing up in the narrow space between her toes and the edge of her sandal, I warily watched her massive digits, knowing that any sudden movement could send me tumbling to my doom. If she were to raise her toes, the sandal could easily tilt, sending me sliding underneath them and potentially crushing me beneath their immense weight. While there were certainly worse ways to go than being crushed under Laura's toes, death was not something I was quite ready for yet.

The tip of Laura’s big toe was over ten feet tall which was too tall for me to climb, but the toe next to it sloped down to a more manageable five feet. I didn’t have much of a plan other than climbing and exploring a bit and finding a suitable spot to rub my cock. The thought of massaging a woman's feet or sucking on her toes seemed like a distant dream - I was far too puny for such desires. As I gazed up at Laura's massive foot, I realized that I couldn't even see all of it within my field of vision. But determined to make the most of this opportunity, I grabbed onto the cuticle of her index toe and began my ascent. Standing precariously on the lacquered pink nail, I peered across the length of the twenty-foot toe towards its instep. So many options lay before me - should I attempt to climb the steep slope of Laura's foot towards her sandal ankle strap? Slide along the side of her big toe towards the ball of her foot? Or perhaps jump from one toe to the next.

As I gingerly walked across the first joint of her massive toe, I heard a deafening squeak above me. Without warning, the ground beneath me jolted upward with immense force, flinging me high into the air. I landed with a jarring impact on the knuckle of her toe. My heart raced as I realized it was only sheer luck that kept me from sliding off into the space between her toes and being crushed.

He's on my toe!" her voice echoed through the vast space, filled with both annoyance and surprise.

My heart raced as I looked up, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Of course, I'm on your toe!" I thought to myself, a mixture of embarrassment and fear coursing through me. Then I remembered and cursed myself for being the world’s tiniest, biggest idiot.
Laura's feet are notoriously ticklish. When we were dating, I discovered she didn’t like having her feet touched. She eventually gave in and would reluctantly allow me to massage them; however, she couldn't stand any light touching. The slightest touch would send her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, and at my size, all I could do was lightly touch.

As I struggled to hold on for dear life, her toes were spasming and jerking uncontrollably, making it feel like I was riding a giant bull. Even though she was aware of my presence on her foot, her unconscious reptilian brain had taken over and was reacting to this unexpected irritant tickling her.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over me, and I managed to twist my head to see its source. Above me was the sandaled sole of Laura's left foot. My heart sank as I realized that this was it - Laura was about to squash me and smear my tiny remains beneath her shoe because this bug forgot how ticklish she was.

"Laura, stop!" Audrey's voice echoed through the small room, filled with giggles and squeals.

"Oh my God, it tickles!" Laura exclaimed, trying to wriggle away from Audrey's touch.

"I know," Audrey replied quietly, her hand lightly tracing circles on Laura's stomach. "Just focus on my hand, sweety."

"Audrey..." Laura moaned as Audrey's fingers danced across her skin then moved lower, causing her to squirm even more.

"Do you like that?" Audrey whispered seductively in Laura's ear.

"Wait...what are you..." Laura started to ask before being cut off by a soft kiss on her lips.

"Shhh...just focus on my fingers," Audrey directed, trailing kisses down Laura's neck.

"Mmmmm...oooooooh...Don't stop!" Laura moaned, losing herself in the sensations.

"I won't," Audrey promised, her own desire evident in her husky voice. "Now focus on my lips."

Too focused on holding on to Laura’s bucking toe, I couldn't see what Audrey was doing. But the effects of her efforts were almost instantaneous. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate kisses and feminine moans. As their bodies merged, Laura's toes stopped moving and her left foot crashed back down on the floor with an enormous thud. I was shaking with fear and relief, grateful that I wasn't just a wet spot on the bottom of Laura's sandal.
“Honey,” Audrey whispered, her voice a sweet melody in the quiet room. “You should hurry and finish what you’re doing.

“No Audrey, it’s fine.” Laura breathed between kisses, her fingers softly trailing down Audrey’s back. “Tim, take all the time you want." She giggled, "Have fun playing with my foot.” I chuckled at that. At my size, you don’t really play with a woman’s body, any more than one could play with a mountain.
Laura's feet were now still, her attention fully on Audrey as they passionately kissed and ran their hands through each other's hair. Audrey's fingers found their way to Laura's clit, and she began to gently stroke it with a practiced touch. Each moan and sigh that escaped Laura's lips only fueled my desire.

I cautiously stood and looked up at the two enormous women, feeling small and insignificant compared to their overwhelming presence. Audrey’s solution to keep Laura from squashing me was clever but I was struck by the irony which made me laugh again. Of course, this is a ménage à trois. Just Ignore the tiny nuisance crawling on your foot. So much for threesomes, I thought wryly.

Despite Laura’s reassurances, I thought it best to hurry things along. With a quick running start, I leaped onto her big toe and began to walk across the smooth surface of her nail. As a self-proclaimed "foot guy", I knew that different people had different preferences when it came to feet. Some favored soles, others craved dirty feet or tiny feet or big feet or smelly feet. But for me, it was always a woman’s toes. There was something irresistible about a woman's toes - their delicate shape, the way they fit perfectly into sandals, the way they wriggled when tickled. It was like admiring a woman's ass or cleavage or long, curvy legs. A fetish that was almost impossible to explain to those who didn't share it but felt intoxicatingly natural for me.

I dangle my legs over the edge, gripping onto the nail with a white-knuckled grip as I stare down at the massive toe below. My heart was pounding as I felt the pull of gravity against my body, pushing me closer to her skin. The rough ridges of her toe prints scrape against my skin, sending electrifying shocks through my body and causing my already hard cock to throb even more. Desperate for release, I begin to do half pullups using her nail as support, my arms straining and burning with exertion. Finally, I let go and slide down the curve of her toe, standing on the edge of her sandal with my arms spread wide like I was worshiping at an altar. With each caress and kiss to the tip of her toe, I can feel the corrugated ridges beneath me, leading up to where they disappear under the nail above. Like a tiny ant hugging a giant boulder, I press myself against her toe and follow its arc as it curved away from me. It was a dangerous game, knowing that at any moment I could easily fall under her toe if she carelessly lifted it. However, I was too consumed by lust to care about the danger. Finding the perfect angle, I rubbed myself shamelessly against her toe, every movement bringing me closer to climax.

The deep, passionate sounds of the two giants kissing and caressing each other slowly faded away. The room fell into a hushed silence, filled only with the gentle crackle of candles.
“What’s he doing?”, Laura asked in a curious, bemused tone.

Audrey's reply was tinged with knowing amusement, "It seems he's grinding against your big toe."

A stifled laugh escaped from someone, followed by a loud giggle.

"I never knew my big toe could be fucked," Laura snorted with laughter.

"Shhhh...let's not make fun of him," Audrey whispered, trying to stifle her own laughter.

"Oops, I’m sorry," Laura apologized in a hushed tone.

Ignoring the stares and whispers of the two women, I shut my eyes and relentlessly thrust my crotch against the unyielding wall of Laura's massive big toe. Both women remained quiet, it was obvious I’d become the focus of attention. As Audrey looked on with a mix of boredom and familiarity, Laura's reaction was one of bemused curiosity, making me feel like a freak in a ridiculous sideshow circus. But in that moment, my lust overruled any feelings of humiliation. I held on tight as Laura’s enormous toes flexed ever so slightly. Not enough to suck me under, but just enough to keep me aware of my reality. A laughable insignificance, dry humping a bemused colossus. My body glistened with sweat as I pressed myself against her toe, trying to grasp it but failing due to its enormous size. And yet, I couldn't stop myself from futilely stretching my arms wide to hold onto it.
As I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, I opened my eyes and looked up, marveling at the sheer size and beauty of her toe above me. Turning my head to the side, I saw the rest of her toes, lavishly manicured, beautiful, feminine, yet each thicker than the trunk of any oak tree. And in that moment, I knew I was just a tiny mote of lust in comparison to this goddess above me, hopelessly lost in a world beyond my control.

As I edged towards climaxing, I felt as if I was floating. The creaking of the sandals, the whispers of the women became muffled as I approached a precipice. So close, so close… just a few more seconds…
I whimpered as my orgasm shot through my body like a bolt of electricity. I could feel myself pumping warm, sticky fluid onto the round fleshy wall I was pressed against. Waves of euphoria passed over me, my heart raced, I grew lightheaded, and the muscles in my arms and legs spasmed until I could no longer hold them up. I looked up at Laura’s towering leg, as my vision blurred, and darkness descended.