Who knows what you were expecting to happen when you hit send on that unhinged declaration of love. Getting blocked on all your crush's socials? Banned from her Twitch chat? Blacklisted from the industry? Reported to the FBI? You certainly weren't expecting her to reciprocate. Someone like her must have thousands of people gunning for her. What did you have to set yourself apart from the mass of admirers? But these feelings had been burning a hole inside you for a long time, and you had to get them off your chest.
You were sick to your stomach awaiting her response, constantly refreshing your inbox and dreading what you would find. There were times when you thought you would have deleted the message if only you could, and others when you considered telling her it had been a joke, but you had done nothing about it when an answer arrived two hours later.
The notification alone was like a gut punch. What would she say? “Get the fuck away from me and never watch my streams again”? Hard to imagine anything else. You almost preferred to delete it, but you opened it and read the single line she had written.
“You said you'd do anything to make me happy. Do you really mean it?”
That she hadn't rejected you outright already made it a better response than you ever expected, though you couldn't believe she was truly interested in you just yet; it could be some cruel trick. You had to take the chance regardless, and answered honestly. “Yes. As long as I can be with you, I will do anything at all to see you happy.”
Her next response came within a minute. “Good. Open this link and we can get started.”
The link in question was for some site you'd never heard of before, a jumble of letters and symbols which told you nothing of what to expect. Was this a phishing link? You had double-checked the email before sending your confession to make sure it really was your crush's, but now you checked it once more to be safe. Sure enough, it was hers. You asked her what was in the link. “An invitation,” she answered, “You'd better open it before it expires.”
What were you to do? You'd already come this far and if there was the slightest chance that clicking it would get you closer to her, you had to take the risk. You had a decent antivirus anyway, so with your fingers ready to alt+F4 if you saw anything fishy, you opened the link.
The whirr of the fan blades stopped before the page could load, and the screen went black. Then an image appeared on it, white against the black screen. You weren't an expert on the occult, but at a glance it looked like some sort of magical seal, inscribed with symbols few of which you recognized. The screen shone brighter and brighter, and as it flashed with with a blinding light, you fell as if your chair had vanished beneath you.
You rubbed your ass and blinked, and once your eyes recovered you saw her, sitting in her chair right before you; your crush, the witch Zentreya. You couldn't believe your eyes. She looked as gorgeous in person as she did in her streams, tall and busty and with a black outfit that showed off her curves wonderfully. But there was something off about it, something you didn't fully understand until you got to your feet and saw that your perspective had barely changed at all. Zen's face still hung far above you—two hundred feet away or so it seemed. If you looked straight ahead, it was her ankles that met your eyes. She was massive, and so was everything else about her room. Either she was a giant or... no, it was you who was tiny now. You sensed it in your newfound lightness, and in a dozen other things you couldn't put your finger on, as if the laws of physics had changed.
“Welcome,” Zen said, sounding as calm and elegant as ever. Her green eyes glowed as she looked down on you, and the corners of her mouth were turned up in a subtle smirk. “I wasn't expecting you to show up. You're the first person out of like a hundred to actually open the link, you know.”
She made you sound stupid saying it like that, but you were too puzzled to be embarrassed. So it was the link that had brought you here? Had it also altered your size? Zen went on speaking before you could ask, monologuing like she did when speaking to chat. “You probably have a lot of questions about what's going on. First of all, yes, this is real; that's your real body, this is the real me, and this is my real house. The link I sent you brought you here and shrank you when you opened it. why did I do it? Simply to make your wish come true. Now you can spend your life with me, doing everything in your power to make me happy. Aren't I so nice? Feel free to thank me.”
“... Thank you? I–”
“You're welcome! Now, first thing on the menu...”
“H-hang on! I still have more to say.”
She looked so disappointed. “Oh? So what is it? Come on, out with it.”
“Er, right. So... thank you very much for giving me this chance to meet you. I mean, you read my message, you know how much I sincerely love you. It's just that... Well, this isn't really how I expected to look when this happened. I don't know anything about magic—I didn't even think you were a real witch—so maybe this was the only way you could bring me here, and I'm grateful you did, but is there any chance you could grow me back? Or maybe shrink yourself to this size for a while. It's just so–”
“Shut up.” Zen raised a finger and pointed it at you, then you found yourself floating towards her. until you hovered over her palm. Her face was stern, and broad as a barn before you. It had been easy enough to ignore the great difference between her size and yours until now, but this brought it into stark contrast. “You said you would do anything to make me happy. Well, what makes me happy is seeing you this small. I gave you a chance to back down and you declined it, remember? Too late to back down now.”
“I remember... but I never thought it could mean this!”
“That's your own fault, then. You made a promise and I'm holding you to it. You will stay this size and serve me for as long as I say, or else I punish you for lying. Believe me, there is a lot that a witch can do to make your life miserable. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” you answered, squirming as her eyes searched your soul.
“Good boy,” she said at last, with such warmth in her voice that it gave you whiplash. Her finger appeared before you, thicker and longer than your whole body, and started petting your head. “You'll do what you can to make me happy. Do a good job at it and I'll return the favor.” Her finger slid down your cheek, down your chest and belly, lingering for a second over your crotch. Its touch was electrifying, and the promise hinted at made you forget your reservations as you were sent floating back down.
“As I was saying: first thing on the menu is–” The magic force keeping you afloat disappeared, and you fell a couple inches, landing on all fours right in front of... “–my feet.” They rested together on the floor, as big as a pair of pickup trucks, left uncovered by her black stockings. You weren't a huge foot guy in any meaning of the phrase, but you knew she was into getting hers pampered and it showed. They slid closer, front ends rising as they came, until her toes were almost directly overhead. “Get rubbing, foot boy. And don't skimp out on me. I want to really feel your little hands digging into these puppies.”
A foot rub. You had fantasized about it dozens of times before, but under a completely different script. You were supposed to be your normal size, for starters, and would have offered her a rub as sweet romantic gesture which would later lead into other, more heated things. Being made to do it for the sake of her kink, under threat of whatever punishment her magic could conjure up if you refused... well, it didn't exactly scream “sexy”, but what choice did you have? You walked under Zen's foot, stopped at her heel, and sank your hands into her sole.
It felt so weird. Even being so small, even with Zen threatening you, you should have been happy to be with her, right? You had said something to that effect in your message, and had meant it when you wrote it. Maybe you needed time to adjust. You still loved Zen and wanted to be with her, or at least you thought you did, so you were willing to give it a shot and see what came of it.
The size of Zen's foot had you nervous the whole while—hard not to be nervous when it looked like it might crush you at any moment—but it was pleasant to the touch, smooth and soft and warm. You had to admit rubbing it was nice even at this size.
You really tried to please her, and to judge by the sounds Zen was making, you must have been doing a good job of it. But when you went over to her other foot, her magic picked you up and pressed you to her sole with enough force to dimple it. There you stayed, struggling in vain while she turned her foot around to look at you.“Oh, did that scare you? Sorry; you're just too fucking tiny, dude. I think I made you too small foot rubs. Oh well; we'll just do it the hard way instead.” The magic forced released you as Zen's thumb came to supplant it, weighing heavily on your back and rubbing you all up and down her sole.
“Much better. But now I need something else for my foot boy to do, so... stick out your tongue and get licking.”
“Get licking... your foot?”
“Yes. Very clever of you to figure that out. Now hop to it. I won't ask again.” She squished you hard enough to empty out your lungs, and you started licking as soon as you had filled them back up, dragging your tongue vigorously over her sole. Her grip relaxed some more, and her foot scrunched beneath you, briefly squeezing your head in fold of flesh.
Zen was all but moaning as she tightened her grip again. “That's right. Keep licking it you bottom piece of shit. You absolute dirt. You freaking...” The insults continued as she ground you into her sole, growing more heated by the second. Wouldn't take much more pressure to break something in you, and she wasn't letting up. She was all but moaning as she dropped her foot on the floor and stomped you flat.
Smothered under her sole, or between her feet, you tried to break free but were overpowered time and again. Worked up as she was, your pleas for mercy would have fallen on deaf ears even if your words could have made it past her feet.
Zen's breathing turned ragged and her moans come faster and louder. Her foot pressed down more forcefully; you couldn't breathe. Was she trying to snuff you out? Did she just not notice what she was doing in her horniness? It made little difference. You were suffocating all the same, and passed out long before she was through with you, thinking that these were your last moments.
It was a surprise to awaken some time later, lying in the palm of Zen's hand. “Oh good, you're still alive,” her voice welcomed you back to the waking world. “Sorry about that. I guess I got too carried away, forgot to use protection. Let me change that now.” She carried After what happened, your first thought was that she was going to eat you. Instead she pressed you to her lips.
The kiss was magical, in more ways than one. You forgave Zen on the spot—would have forgiven her anything as long as you could count on more kisses like this. It was a shame when she pulled you away. “There; all set for another round. And now for your reward.”
You were still dwelling on the kiss when Zen turned her hand over, and took a short fall right through her cleavage window to land face-first between her breasts. At first you were so startled you just tried to right yourself, but Zen made that impossible when she shoved you deeper in her cleavage. Her tits surrounded you on every side; they sealed you in without a single breath of air, holding you so tight you could hardly move, though you sure tried. You would have suffocated in there, if not for the protective spell she had cast on you with her kiss.
Zen cut your struggles short with a sudden squeeze. “Enough. I want you on your best behavior, understand? I have to prepare for tomorrow's stream and don't need you distracting me. If you want to do something dirty with my boobs you'll get your chance later.”
Her words came through muffled but still loud enough to be understood. Though your heart was still racing, you stopped moving like she asked. The initial scare was fading now that you weren't suffocating, and your mind naturally turned to the boobs enveloping you. It wasn't anything like how you'd imagined playing with her boobs, but damn if it wasn't ten times better. If this was what you had to look forward to from now on, you wouldn't mind staying this small or letting Zen get off to stomping you every day for the rest of your life. And if Zen kept true to her promise, there was better yet to come. Whatever your reservations before, you could say now you were glad to have opened that link after all.
Giantess World
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Art of the witch in question: https://x.com/NecklessLee/status/1844557135331652033