Trisha and Sallys Rampage
Ripstang200
Trisha stood in front of her full length mirror admiring the way her cute low cut baby tee hugged her over developed round chest. The shirts stretchy material hugged her grapefruit sized breasts as she turned from side to side modeling her cute little outfit in front of her full length mirror. The tiny white half shirt was cut extra low allowing her deep tanned cleavage to over flow and be on display. The baby tee just covered her ample bosom leaving her strong flat stomach exposed. Trishas little bellybutton ring sparkled as she moved from side to side still admiring the way her toned body looked in the mirror. Turning slowly she saw how cute her little bubble butt looked in her new black mini skirt. She loved how the skirts material felt stretched over her curvy round bottom. Her long raven black hair was pulled up in a tight bun and only a few stray strands spiraled down in front of her big beautiful brown doe eyes. She reapplied a thick coat of lip gloss to her thick, soft pink lips as she heard a car pull into the driveway. It must be Sally, she thought stuffing the little black lip gloss container into her deep cleavage for storage. Trisha quickly grabbed her black boots and slide her little white socked feet into them. As she laced up the boots she admired the way her silky tanned legs looked. They seamed endless thanks to her giant knee high black boots. She always felt so powerful when she wore them. The boots were very tight fitting and the extra weight of the chunky soles made her feel unstoppable. Almost like she was wearing two lead wrecking balls instead of boots.
She remembered the first time she put them on in the shoe store at the local mall. She remembered the short fat salesman that helped her that day as well. He was an older slightly balding man, maybe in his late 30's early 40's. He knelt down in front of her as he unlaced her almost new tennis sneakers. She remembered him sliding the sneaker off and the way the cool air felt surrounding her damp sweety socked foot. Trisha put her hand on the salesmans fat soft shoulder to keep her balance. She watched the chubby little man carefully remove the shoes one at a time. He gently guided her foot out of the sneakers with his fat trembling hands. She remembered how the mans extra soft touch tickled her soles when he ran them along her damp warm socks.
Dont want you trying on these new boots with wrinkled socks, He said nervously as he adjusted her sock with his unsteady hand. He partly closed his eyes as his shaky hands ran from toe to heel over her damp sock. She found it odd as the man handled her little foot with such care. Most salesmen would just stand there trying to stare down her shirt or try to make small talk, like she would ever give them the time of day. This man was different, he went above and beyond the call of duty. Something about the man was creepy though. It was true that most men acted a little weird in her presence, but this guy was extra creepy like that guy from that movie Psycho creepy. Trisha felt he was defiantly over stepping his bounds as a salesman but she sort of felt bad for him in a weird way. He had probably never been this close to a girl as hot as Trisha, and well, she really couldnt blame him for acting the way he did.
How about a fresh pair of socks maam, the round, sweety, man smiled up at her with his pudgy red face. Her body tingled and goose bumps appeared on her arms and legs as a cold chill shrieked down her spine. Although the man was obviously getting off on handling her feet, it did feel good and she felt like a queen from the extra attention she was getting. Besides what harm was it to her if he got his jollies playing around with her stinky sweety feet. Thats as far as she would ever let things go and she did feel bad for the poor slob. He probably never got laid in his entire life. The man pulled a new pair of socks from a plastic bag and gently began putting them on Trishas warm smooth feet. His shaky hands slowly traveled the leanght of her bare foot before he finally slipped the fresh sock on. He might as well be handling a priceless crystal egg from Tiffanys, she thought as he gently lowered her foot into the boot. The cubby man gently lifted her booted foot and rested it high on his knee. He took his time making sure he laced her boots extra tight.
Wouldnt want you turning your ankle, he said smiling up at her again. Trisha only imagined what was going through his perverted mind as his chubby little face store up at hers. She new his type, she had seen sites on the internet devoted to the worship of womans feet. She could tell he was enjoying himself by the growing bulge in the front of his chinos.
He was probably imagining his fat lips gently kissing the top of her naked foot. Trisha bet he would probably love it if she pushed him to the ground. She would be all rough with him to. As he slammed down on his back she would put her stinky foot directly over his fat little face.
Lick it you pathetic piece of shit, Trisha would order him. His fat little tongue would dart out and touch the under side of her soft pink foot. She would spread her toes wide as he toke his time wiggling his slimy little tongue in and out between them. She could imagine how her sweety little toes would taste after walking threw the Mall all morning. Probably salty, like the way your skin tastes if your in the hot sun all afternoon. Not wanting him to miss a spot Trisha would shove the front of her foot into his fat mouth and let his saliva coat her pretty pink toes. She would wiggle her toes around in his mouth and wrestle his fat tongue. His slug like tongue would then trace the underside of her toes like he was a pianist playing each ivory key of a finely tuned piano. Trishas whole body would tingle with the attention her little foot was getting. His trembling hands would rub and massage at her foot as he sucked her toes deep into his mouth. He would even gag as Trisha forcefully jammed her foot further in his mouth. Not being able to stand it any longer Trisha would then slowly hike up her tiny black skirt. His beady little eyes would widen as she pulled her pink thong to the side revealing a perfect pouting pussy.
Bet you want some of this fat man, She would tease running her long fingers length wise between her puckered lower lips. The soft pink skin glistened from moister as she slowly tugged on her plump lips. No way would she let him near her beautiful pussy, thats just fucking sick to even think about she thought. He is fucking gross she thought to herself as she slowly teased her clit. She would keep him down at her feet where a good man should be. Trisha would give him a real eyeful as her slender fingers on her right hand parted the two thick pussy lips. She would hold them open spread eagle teasing the fat little man as she stood over him. The light pink skin dripped with sweat tasting woman juice. His foot stuffed mouth was over flowing with drool now. Trisha laughed as the man used his sleeve to clean his face. One foot tucked into a tight black boot beside his head and the other wedged in the fat assess warm mouth. Slowly she would slide her index finger into the wet open slit. The warm juices would swallow up her fingers just like the fat mans mouth swallowed the front of her perfectly manicured foot.
You want to touch it, huh, you want to touch my pretty pussy, Trisha would tease him as he reached up from his back. His short arms would leave his goal just out of reach.
Oh, no, none for you fat man, this pussy is for cute men only. Your lucky Im letting you suck my little toes, she would tell him. Did he know what some men out there would do to be in his position right now?
Oh yeah fat man suck my foot, shed say digging her fingers deeper in her dripping vagina. Trishas swollen clit would ache to be touched again. Her slick fingers disappeared deeper into the moist soft pink slit. She could hear the fat mans breathing becoming erratic as she gently fingered her erect clit with her opposite hand. Slowly at first. In tight clockwise circles but then as the pace quickened more of an up, down motion. God it would feel good masturbating while her feet where getting tended to she thought still in a dream like trance. Shed bite her lower lip and take a deep breath in through her slightly parted lips. Holding it in as a surge shoot through her sweety trembling body. She would exhale forcefully, and scream like a wild animal as her whole body vibrated in a eye crossing orgasm. Trisha would then sit down on the fat mans round belly with her long fingers still inserted in her overflowing pussy. His blue dress shirt becoming damp under her leaky pussy. Taking her time recovering from the big O she would slowly pull her cum drenched fingers out of her tight sweat spot. She would then pull her pink panties back over her dripping pubic mound before extracting her wet foot from the fat mans disgusting slimy mouth. Her little toes shined from the mans saliva. And the cool air tickled her foot as it surrounded her wet skin.
Good job fat man, she would tell him. Heres a quick taste of my pussy, she would whisper in a sexy voice to the man as she jammed her saturated slender fingers into his gasping mouth. His mouth would suck every last drop of her juice from her fingers as she wiggled them in his mouth. Trisha would then stand up. Stepped back she would laugh as she noticed the fat mans little teepee in the front of his pants.
Is somebody excited, shed mock stepping down on his erect little penis with her sopping wet barefoot. She would feel his member bend and fold over as she applied more pressure to it. He would grunt and moan either in pleasure or in pain but Trisha wouldnt really care if he felt discomfort. He would probably think she was jacking him off as she wiped his saliva off her foot using his stiff pant tent. He was actully nothing more to her then a napkin at the moment. After drying her foot off on the front of his pants Trisha would simply put her other boot on and leave him lying in the middle of the store with a raging hard on.
Thanks for the boots fat man, shed wave as she left the store.
So how do you like them, she was awoken from her daydream by the salesmans whiny voice. His fat rosy red cheeks lifted high as he smiled at the beauty with his yellowing teeth. Sweet began to form at the salesmans wrinkled red forehead as he finished lacing up the boots. Trisha got a tingling that shot up her spine and down her arms to her well manicured little fingertips as the salesman gently lowered her booted foot to the ground like it was a ticking time bomb. The chunky heels made her an extra six inches tall, which Trisha loved since she was only 5'4 in her bare feet. The salesman stayed on his knee trying to hide his stiff dick as Trisha admired her new boots in the shoe stores full length mirror. She could have sworn, that out of the corner of her eye she saw the chubby man stuffing her old used socks into his pants pocket as she admired her new boots. His little beady black eyes stayed glued to her as she walked back and forth getting a good feel for her chunky black boots. She could only imagine the dirty thoughts running through his twisted little mind. What he had in store for her stinky used sweet socks? He would probably put them on a cheeseburger and eat them she laughed to herself.
They look great, his unsteady voice told her as he pushed himself off the ground. His bulge had calmed down a bit but she noticed it hindered him to walk. Trisha nodded her head in approval, they did look great she thought to herself. Her muscular legs looked extra long and sexy in the new boots and she could tell the salesman liked them to by the way he store at them. His eyes stayed focused on her boots and feet more then her sexy young body. The fat little man positioned himself behind her as she modeled her foot ware in the mirror. From the reflection in the mirror she saw his chubby red face appear over her left shoulder. She felt gigantic compared to the short little man. He had to crane his fat little neck to just peer over her shoulder.
Want me to wrap them up for you maam or are you going to wear them home, he smiled his yellow tooth grin at her again. The honking from Sallys horn woke her from her daydream. With one last look in the mirror she gave her heavy boobs a quick adjustment then made her way downstairs.
Oh no, no way, you get upstairs and change that outfit immediately, Trishas father insisted as she made her way down the squeaky wooden staircase in her revealing outfit. His breath reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes. His words came out all slow and slurred, as he yelled at her from the bottom of the stairs. All her life he was on her case about something, she thought. It was hard for her to leave the house with out him attacking her with his vicious words and mean put downs. Maybe thats why her mother up and left his sorry ass in the first place. She new as soon as she could save up enough money for an apartment she was out of there. How could her mother be so cruel as to leave her with this awful man. Trisha often thought about this as she was growing up. Her hate for her father was only second to the hate she felt toward her mother for abandoning her like that. As the years passed the hate for both her mother and father grew as he would brutally attack her with insults and put downs. Even now that she was 18 her dad constantly harassed her about her choice in clothing, her choice in friends, and even about her part time job at Crickets. Crickets was the local Gentlemens club located on the other side of town. After all she wasnt a dancer like her friend Sally, she was a cocktail waitress. Never once did she take off her cloths for money and besides she only dress like that to earn bigger tips. Her dad would have never known about her job either, but he just so happened to stop in for a quick drink one Friday evening while she was working. She remembered he had made such a scene after seeing her at the club. Not only did he totally embarrass her in front of everybody but he also got himself roughly escorted to the exit by two large sharply dressed bouncers.
Are you listening to me, I said march yourself back up those stairs and change immediately young lady, his voice grew more force full with his second warning.
You cant tell me what to do any more daddy, I am eighteen now and, her father cut her off mid sentence.
I cant tell you what to do, he screamed right in her face. His breath made her cute little nose wrinkle in disgust as he continued to bark at her. As long as you are living in my house I can tell you anything I want, he insisted sticking out his thick chest a bit. He was a big man at 6'3" and he knew he could intimidate his much smaller daughter. His rugged frame blocked her from exiting the stair well as he store into her pretty little face with such anger. He was still taller then her as he stood flat footed at the stairs landing and she stood on the first step with her elevated boots. Trisha tightly closed her eyes and slightly turned her head as her father spat his insults at her. His beer breath was over whelming as he belittled his 18 year old daughter.
You fucking little tramp, you dress just like that whore Sally you hang around with, he said referring to her friend that was waiting impatiently out in the driveway. After all the years of verbal abuse she built up a somewhat of a tolerance to it, but the old man always found a new way to get under her skin.
Well that whore said that you used to be a frequent visitor at her club, she snapped back trying to be as intimidating as her petite 5'4" body would let her. She also told me you cant keep your hands off her when you go there, she teased him. Sally even told me you tried to pick her up one night after she gave you a private lap dance. Why do you think she sits out there in her car to wait for me, you fucking pervert, she said pushing her way past him to the front door.
You get back in this house this instant young lady, Trishas father yelled to her as she slammed the big wooden door closed behind her. She new that in a matter of seconds her asshole father would be cashing her out to the front porch to continue his unrelenting attack. He always did. Matter of fact Trisha couldnt remember the last time she left the house with out her father insulting her. As she made her way down the uneven front steps toward Sallys red mustang she heard the front door slam and her fathers all to familiar screaming.
Theres no way any daughter of mine is going to leave this house looking like such a little whore, he shook his fist in the air over his head. You turn around right now young lady and listen to your father, he stopped yelling as Trisha turned around. Finally he thought, she was finally going to listen to him for once. With that his daughter extended her middle finger and waved it slowly side to side to insult him.
Bye, bye, daddy, dont wait up, she mocked him with a crooked little smile as she quickly hoped into her friends car.
Well that was heart warming, Sally joked as she revved the cars powerful eight cylinder engine. She quickly released the clutch sending the tires into a grip less, smoking, spin. Trishas father watched as the red Mustang left dual black rubber streaks down his driveway and out into the street.
Ahhhhh, he is such an asshole, Trisha told her cute blonde friend. Trisha and Sally had been best friends since they where little kids. The two where inseparable from the time they met. If Trisha dated a guy Sally dated his friend and if Sally bought a new outfit Trisha was there shopping with her.
I cant wait till we get our apartment so I never have to see my father again, Trisha said while she pulled down the cars visor. The busty brunette reached into her overflowing cleavage with her right hand and pulling out her black lip gloss container. She used the mirror on the back of the visor to applied another coat of gloss to her already glistening thick lips.
I dont know how you can stand living there, Sally said while she reached for her pack of cigarettes on the dashboard. She lit the long slender white cigarette and toke a big drag as she rolled down the window with her left hand. Holding the smoke in she said I would have fucking killed him by now. She quickly exhaled filling the front seat up with a thin cloud of white smoke. The sexy blonde placed the cigarette back between her thick blood red lips and let it dangle from her mouth like the Marlboro man. Id put like half a fucking bottle of liquid drain-o in his beer when he wasnt looking, then Id bury his fat ass out in the back yard and then take a huge steamy shit on his fucking grave for good measure, Sally laughed at the thought.
Oh God, Trisha laughed at her friends story. I used to imagine that one day I would be bigger then him and that he would have to listen to me, she told her friend. I would make him eat ever word he has ever said to me. Every insult, every stupid little comment about my friends, my cloths, anything. Ahhhh she yelled in frustration. I wish I could shrink him down to the size of a bug and lock him up in my little jewelry box, she told Sally.
Sally toke another big drag from her slender cigarette and released another cloud of smoke into the air. I would crush him under my thumb just like this, Sally told Trisha as she placed her thumb a few inches over Trisha bare thigh. Sally slowly lowered her thumb while she pretended to crush her little father under it. Oh, no please dont crush me, Ill be good, Sally acted out the scene as Trisha burst into laughter.
I dont know how you can smoke all them cigarettes and still have enough wind to shake your fat ass on stage all night, Trisha joked with her as she grabbed the cigarette from her red lips. Sallys ass wasnt fat at all. In fact it was just as nice as Trishas. It bubbled out just a enough to hold up a pair of pants with out using a belt. Trisha leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes and toke a long slow drag of the smoke herself.
Well I figure a month or so and I will have my half of the money for our apartment, she said tilting her head up blowing out small white smoke rings. How much have you saved, she asked Sally handing the cigarette back to her friends waiting hand.
Well umm, Sally said nervously. Trisha already new what her friends answer would be but she asked just to make Sally feel guilty.
You havent saved anything have you, Trisha said turning in her seat to face her friend. Her disappointed face said it all.
Well, umm, well, this cars expensive, and well umm, I pay my parents rent money, and, Sally kept fishing for an excuse as Trisha slouched back in her seat like a mad little kid. She new Sally would never save up enough money for a place. Every cent the girl earned was spent on something outrageously expensive, like hundred dollar lipstick imported from Japan, designer jeans, leather pocketbooks, sports cars, it was always something. Trisha new if she was going to get out of her fathers house she would have to save up the money and find a place by herself.
As the girls entered the dark smoke filled strip club they split off in separate directions. Trisha stayed straight and went toward the main bar while Sally toke her first left and disappeared into the dancers dressing room. Trishas grapefruit sized breast bounced and swayed in rhythm with the thumping house music. Her boobs where very firm for the size but the kid sized half shirt and her thin lace bra gave her ample bust little support. She felt like a goddess as she passed by all the club goers in her powerful black boots. Trisha could feel the mens eyes all over her hot eighteen year old body as she walked confidently to her post at the bar. She wiggled her little ass and stuck out her chest to amplify its size as she walked by all the ogling buffoons. Trisha ignored the cat calls and made no eye contact with any of the club goers knowing that made them want her more, and that equaled more tips at the end of the night.
Back in the dressing room Sally was busy putting on her make-up. The leggy blonde sat in front of her big wooden make-up table staring into the oversized, wooden framed, mirror that hung just above it. She was applying a heavy coat of jet black mascara to her long thick eyelashes. Her sky blue eyes where outlined with a generous coat of black eyeliner, and her blood red lips shined from a fresh application of her expensive imported lipstick. She was not as pretty as her friend who was out serving drinks but she was still a real head turner. She stood at a statuesque 5'9" in her bare feet, but she was a giant 6'3" in her long white stripper boots with the 6" stiletto heels. She loved how she towered over most of the men in the club. She got a real kick out of them staring up at her as her long slender frame as she passed them by. The bigger the heel she wore the more confident and sexy she felt. If she could have bought 12" heels she would have. Sally dressed in a tight white latex tube top that squished her perky average sized breasts together giving her an extra bit of cleavage. Her muscular stomach shined from the body oil she had just applied and her deep little bellybutton was topped off with a sparkling diamond belly ring. Sallys short latex micro skirt clung to her hips like saran wrap over a piece of leftover chicken. Her hot pink thong straps peaked out over the top of her skirt and outlined her high boney hips. Standing up she hiked up her short skirt making it even shorter. She rolled the bottom of the skirt up to reveal the small pink triangle that made up her underwear from below. Sally gave herself a quick once over in the mirror and headed toward the stage.
Trisha, I need to talk to you right now, come back to my office she heard a deep scratchy mono toned voice say from behind her.
Oh that voice, she though as she put her waitress tray down on the bar top. That voice sent shivers down her entire body every time she heard it. It was never excited, never upset, just stayed at one level the whole time he spoke. The little hairs on her arms and the back of her neck would stand on end any time he spoke to her. Trishas face was met with a cloud of thick, stinky, blue, cigar smoke as she turned to face her employer, Mr. Cricket, Trisha waved her hand briskly in front of her face trying to clear the thick blueish smoke from her stinging, watery, eyes. She coughed as the thinning smoke choked her by polluting the air. At first she only saw his out line but as the blue smoke cleared more she saw his scowling round face. Cricket was an aging, obese, hideous slob of a man who happened to have some of the most lucrative businesses in town. His fat round body was always covered in the most expensive suits money could buy and he was always puffing on a big thick brown Cuban cigar. His appearance reminded her of Boss Hogg from that old Dukes of Hazard show she used to watch as a kid but his disposition was that of a pissed off badger. His eyes where as black as a sharks and his rotten teeth where capped with pure gold fillings. Where his neck would be was three thick rolls of pimply fat that stuck out passed his wrinkled, wort filled chin and disappeared into his expensive royal blue shirt. Crickets black eyes slowly traced the generous curves of his favorite employee as he sucked in a big puff of his Cuban. Trisha felt like vomiting as she could only imagine what kind of impure thoughts raced through his fat head. She was mind fucked on a daily basis by the hideous man.
Follow me, he said blowing another thick cloud of smoke at her beautiful face.
Trisha closed the big mahogany door behind her as she entered Crickets office. She sat down in a small wobbly armless wooden chair in front of Crickets big expensive oak desk Her fat boss reclined in his big soft leather chair and kicked his short legs up onto his messy desk. He let out another thick cloud of smoke over his head before he spoke.
I hear your looking for a place to stay, his thick raspy voice made her shiver. Sounds like you and your old man dont get along so good, he toke another big drag from his stinky cigar. Tell you what, he exhaled. Work for me as a dancer on Friday and Saturday nights and I will let you stay in one of my apartments across town. Trisha new exactly which apartments he meant. It was a brand new luxury apartment complex in one of the nicest parts of town. The units where huge, with high cathedral ceilings, hardwood floors, and a terrific view of the Pacomic river. She remembered reading about the complex in a local real estate publication a week earlier.
Well, Mr. Cricket, Im flattered you would do that for me but, she said with a sigh.
But nothing, its yours if you want it, He sat up in his chair shocked that she would even think about refusing his generous offer.
I just dont want to be a dancer, thats all, she said innocently. but I will work full time as a waitress if, he cut her off mid sentence.
Are you half an idiot or are you a complete idiot, he said slamming his pudgy fist on his desk. His voice was for the first time not mono toned. I am offering you the opportunity of a lifetime here, and your telling me you dont want to do it because your afraid of dancing, his voice was filled with anger. Look at you, he said pointing at her chest with his big thick cigar. That body of yours was made for adult entertainment. Cricket slouched back in his over stuffed chair. I tell you something missy, you have a lot more going for you then every girl out their, he tried a new angle seeing she didnt react well to his yelling. Your young, your smart, your sexy, he told her. Just think about it. I wouldnt give any other girl out there a opportunity like this, he said pointing out to the club with his smoking cigar. But you, he nodded his fat head. I like you, your special, you have the goods, he said pointing to her again.
Im sorry, she told him bowing her head like a scared puppy dog. I just dont want to take off my clothes in front of all those guys, her big doe eyes started to tear up.
Well to tell you the truth sugar, I dont really need any more part time waitresses. Matter of fact the other girls are a bit jealous of you and all the tips you make serving drinks, Trisha cut him off.
So are you firing me because I wont dance, her voice was unsteady from the anger she was trying to hold back.
Fire you, Crickets scratchy laugh made her cringe. No, no, he leaned back and puffed on his cigar. Im giving you an option. Either accept my offer and be a dancer and live in one of my beautiful apartments or find a new job and stay at home with your daddy, he smiled at her as he motioned her to leave. Ill give you the night to think about it because I like you, now get your tight little ass back out there and get to work he said while he reached across his desk and gave her tight bottom a slap.
Gentlemen lets give a warm Crickets welcome to are next dancer, a deep voice said over the clubs rumbling speaker system. With out further ado, Lib-er-ty, the announcer introduced Sally to the club goers in his best boxing announcer voice. Sally had used the name Liberty as her stage name ever since she had started dancing about four months ago. She felt it was a great name for such a tall girl like herself and the guys really got a kick out of it. A quick up-beat alternative song blasted over the speakers as Liberty toke the stage. She was a crowd favorite at Crickets. Not only for her amazonic statue and incredible looks but for her aggressive personality on stage. Men store in amazement as she swung herself gracefully around the gold plated pole in the center of the roomy half round stage. The stage was surrounded by lush over stuffed red velvet chairs that sat extra low to allow other patrons to get an unobstructed view of the dancers. The seats occupants had to crane their necks to watch the amazon Goddess gyrate her powerful body around the stage. The front row was known as The Pitto all the girls. It was short for the Money Pit. The seats sat much lower then all the rest in the club and where reserved for the biggest tippers. Dollar bills flooded the stage as Liberty unzipped the front of her white latex halter top. Teasing the men she spun around facing the rear of the stage. Her latex clad ass wiggled in unison to the thumping speakers. With her left arm covering her firm breasts her right arm removed and tossed her skimpy latex top over her left shoulder. The crowd was at the edge of their seats when the amazon beauty turned to face them. She shook her head from side to side and pouted her thick red lips taunting the crowd to cheer louder. Slowly she pulled her arm away baring her perfectly symmetrical breasts to the crowd for an instant. Quickly she covered them up again teasing the club goers some more until they where screaming and yelling with excitement. The crowd erupted in applause as she pulled her arm away from her perky round breasts for good. Working her way across the stage she crouched down in front of a lucky spectator sitting in The Pit. Her knees where directly out in front of her and her knees were closed tight together as she crouched. A well groomed twenty something year old man was waiving a fist full of ones in front of his face as Liberty slowly opened her long muscular legs revealing her tiny pink undies. His eyes lit up as her slender manicured fingers gently rubbed at her covered pubic mound. With her long middle finger she traced the opening of her plump pussy. The thin silky pink material stretched tightly over her vagina giving the spectator a beautiful view of her meaty camel toe. Liberty leaned in closer as the man throw his fist full of bills down on the stage directly in front of her shiny white stiletto boots.
Why do they call you Liberty, the man smiled as he yelled up to the blonde amazon beauty.
Laughing loudly at his ridiculous question she just stood up directly in front of him. Why did guys always state the obvious she thought? His seat sat so low his eyes where level with the stage. The man slowly craned his neck taking in every inch of her fit body. Her long golden brown legs sprouted out of the boots and disappeared into her tiny white skirt. Her belly ring sparked from the red, yellow, green, and blue lights that alternated lighting up the stage. Her flat muscular tummy still shined from her body oil and her pert little breast hung high above the seated man. Her long tone arms where stretched high over her head holding a gold plated bar that lined the stages ceiling. The mans neck was aching from the stress he put on it just to get a glimpse of her beautiful face. As he gazed up at the titan sized girl he realized just how stupid his question was. The man nodded his head up and down letting Liberty know he fully understood the reasoning behind her stage name being Liberty. She truly enjoyed the way the men looked up to her like she was some kind of giant. She sometimes imagined she was the same size as Lady Liberty herself as she danced around the stage.
She imagined herself completely naked except for her giant white boots as she walking down the busy city streets. Tiny people scattered like ants to a magnified glass as her giant boot fell from the skies above. Her tremendous footsteps buckled the pavement as dozens of unlucky pedestrians disappeared under them. As her trailing foot lifted high in the air debris from her earlier step fell from the bottom of her giant boot. Flattened cars, twisted traffic lights, crushed bodies, and loose pavement showered down on the crowds below, causing just as much havoc as one of her earth rumbling steps. Car alarms blared from the small shock waves her steps caused. Parked cars hopped and shook from the impact of her massive feet colliding with the ground. People abandoned their vehicles as the giant eighteen year old made her way toward them flattening anything in her path. As another earth shaking foot fall contacted the pavement massive gusts of wind shot out from under her boot sending people, and anything else lighter then an automobile hurling through the air. Liberty laughed as she watched groups of people flee like diseased rats from her massive white boots. She watched as a well built middle-aged man bulled his way threw a crowd of fleeing people. Usually an action such as that would go unnoticed to a woman so massive but the man violently pushed, punched, and kicked a path through the helpless people. A dark shadow cast over the crowd as Liberty stop directly above them. She crouched down getting a better look of the tiny man that pushed, and threw people out of his way. Gently she reached her telephone pole sized fingers into the crowd and snatched up the little trouble maker by the back of his expensive suit jacket. She giggled as her tiny prisoner kick and fought with her fingers to no avail. She could hear tiny squeaks coming from her captive but paid them no mind. Standing up she raised the little man to her eye level for closer examination. His kicks slowed as his little legs tired. To Libertys surprise the little man she held by the back of his jacket was the same man sitting in front of her at the club. With a wicked laugh she simply tilted her head back and tossed the kicking man into her huge salivating mouth. Her long tongue pressed the man to the roof of her mouth and she slowly licked his body up and down. The tiny man fought with her tongue as she pushed the man over to her waiting molars. His boney body crunched as she chewed him with a partly open mouth. His body ridged at first quickly softened like a stale piece of gum as she chewed him up.
Will you marry me, Liberty was awoken from her day dream as the well groomed man yelled up to her from his seat. With a disgusted look on her face she raised he boot covered foot over his face. Slowly she lowered her boot onto his head and gave him a little shove sending him reclining back in his chair. The man just smiled up at the enraged beauty as she made her way to the next big tipper. God she thought, I would love to just squash him like a tiny little insect.
Later that night Sally and Trisha where laying back on the hood of Sallys car sharing a bottle of cheap champagne that Sally had lifted from the club earlier that night. They where parked on a small hill that over looking a huge grassy field. At the back of the field was one of the many rumbling tributaries that feed the Pacomic River.
I cant believe that asshole is trying to blackmail you like that, Sally said taking a big swig of champagne. That fat fuck has got some nerve, I might fucking go in and quit tomorrow and then kick that fat bastard in his tiny little testicles, Sally insisted.
Dont be crazy Sally, were else in town are you gonna get a job that will make you that much money, Trisha said. Deep down she new her friend wouldnt really quit her job at the strip club. She was just trying to console her friend. It was the only gig in town to make that kind of dough, besides Sallys car payments and expensive life style wouldnt allow her to walk away from a job like that.
Anyway Im thinking about doing it, you know, Trisha paused for a second. You know be a dancer, she said bashfully.
You should girl, with a body like that, youd drive the men nuts, I could show you a few moves and girl, Sally clapped her hands together. You could make so much money, Sally encouraged her friend. We could do a girl on girl show and everything, she said handing Trisha the half empty bottle of champagne.
I, Im just nervous thats all, what if someone I know comes in the club, Trisha said before taking a pull from the bottle.
Oh God Trisha, she said empathetically. You get used to it real quick, and besides your dad has come in and seen me shaking my shit, she joked trying to ease the tension. Its no big deal, she said grabbing the bottle from Trisha.
So a girl on girl show you say, huh, I new you where a fucking lesbian, Trisha joked as she pulled the bottle away from Sally spilling a sip of champagne on her shirt.
You little fucking bitch,Sally laughed wiping her stained chest. Trisha tilted the bottle back as Sally jumped on top of her pinning her friends arms to the hood. The champagne bottle rolled off the hood and smashed spilling out its contents all over the ground. Sallys long legs straddled Trishas sides and she held her friends wrists tight to the hood.
Im gonna kick your pretty little ass for calling me a lezzy, you slut, Sally fooled with her as she squeezed her friends tiny wrists. She laughed as Trisha kicked and fought with no avail.
Get off me you fucking amazon, Trisha yelled to her tall blonde friend.
Oh so now Im an not just a lezzy, Im an amazon lesbian, she said grabbing Trishas little wrists with one of her hands. With her free hand she tickled her friends little armpit. Trisha kicked and screamed as Sally kept teasing her. Trisha hated being tickled, she would laugh so hard her sides would hurt. Sally kept going at her armpits as her physically inferior friend twisted and fought under her. Trisha gasped for air as her big friend sat her weight onto her stomach. Trishas big chest heaved as she gasped for much needed oxygen. The tickleing game turned into torture for Trisha as Sally teased her sides. Trisha looked so cute and helpless that Sally couldnt help but lean in and kiss her friends beautiful full lips. Trisha stopped fighting and after a short awkward silence Sally slowly leaned in and touched her red lips to Trishas again. Sally held onto Trishas wrists with the same forceful grip as her tongue slipped into her waiting mouth. Their tongues intertwined like two wet wrestling serpents as they slowly, and passionately kissed each other. Sally sat up, still straddling her friend, she pulled off her tight fitting tee shirt. Her perfectly symmetrical bare breast shook as she tossed her shirt aside. Her eraser sized nipples erected twice their size as the cool night air surrounded them. Trishas already huge eyes grew wider as Sally started to descend on her.
Holy Shit, Sally get the fuck off of me, Trisha yelled pointing into the night sky. A huge burning meteor was falling toward the earth.
Im sorry Trisha, I, I, I have always wanted, Trisha interrupted her.
No look, up there in the sky, its a meteor or something, get off me Trisha yelled pointing into the illuminated sky once again. The girls screamed as the huge burning rock spiraled towards them. It looked as if the meteor was going to hit them dead on. The air heated up to over one hundred degrees as the rock sailed high above their heads. A huge gust of wind followed the rock swaying the treetops like they where in a hurricane. Sand and debris shot at the two girls as they ran behind the car for protection. The girls clinched each other in a tight embrace as the meteor impacted the ground some three hundred yards beyond them. The ground shook violently knocking the girls to the ground and a blast of brilliant light lit up the night sky.
What the fuck was that, Sally cried out in a panic. Trisha pushed herself of the ground as the light began to die down.
It was a meteor or something, I think, Lets go check it out, Trisha yelled excitedly and started across the big grass field toward the meteor. She could feel the heat increasing with every stride as she ran through the waist high grass. Trees crackled as their tops burned from the massive heat the meteor generated as it passed over head. The giant burning rock cleared a perfect path threw the field to where it had now sat. The ground glowed red and yellow, from the small brush fires that ignited on the burning rocks impact. Trisha approached the enormous hole the meteor had left at a good pace. She had to stop immediately due to the immense heat coming from the melting rock. She could see the huge fiery meteor smoldering as the cool night air surrounded it. Her face burned like when you stand to close to a camp fire. She didnt know why she was standing there watching the rock cool. Something told her she should be running the opposite way but something else told her to stay. She could hear Sally coming up behind her.
Trisha, she called. Trish, Trisha, what the hell are you doing, we have to get out of her the whole field is on fire, Trisha, she yelled but her friend paid her no mind. Sally grabbed her friend by the arm and spun her around forcefully.
Trisha we have to get out of here, like right know, Sally told her friend as the grassy field burned all around them. Trisha wasnt responding to any thing, instead she just stood there staring at the smothering meteor.
We have to go, Sally pulled on Trishas arm. The giant half buried rock started to hum. Soft at first but it got louder and louder with each passing second. The white smoke that poured off it started to change in color. With in seconds the two girls where surrounded by a thick green haze that emerged from the meteor. It was like breathing in tear gas, their eyes watered and their throats burned from the green mist. The gas attacked Sallys lungs dropping her to her knees in a fit of coughing. She grabbed at her throat as the gas chocked her. Trisha tried to help her friend to her feet but suffered the same fate as she did. She first dropped to her knees and then onto her back in the thick matted grass as the green mist slowly disappeared.
Trisha, Trisha, wake up, Sally shook her friend until she woke up. Trisha are you okay, Sally questioned her friend as she helped her to her feet.
Yeah, yeah, Im okay, Trisha said weakly, squinting her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. What the hell happened, she questioned.
We must of passed out or something. That cheap ass champagne really packes a wallop huh, Sally told Trisha as her eyes finally un blurred. Trisha quickly spun around looking over the field. The waist deep grass and pine trees swayed in the cool morning air. The field was perfectly intact. The grass wasnt scorched or matted and the tree tops werent burnt. What the hell was going on.
Thats impossible, Trisha said stunned as she examined the field. She looked to were the meteor had buried itself into the ground last night, but it was gone. Where did the meteor go? Why isnt the field all burnt?
Woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about Trisha, Sally asked her friend nervously. What meteor, there was no fire, she tried to calm her friend.
Last night, you remember the meteor that fell from the sky, Trisha ran over to where the rock sat half buried the night before. It was right here, and all the grass was burning and the trees, she said pointing to the row of unharmed pines that lined the field.
Oh no, no, honey, Sally ran over to her friend embracing her. It must have been a bad dream, there was no meteor, it was all just a bad dream, she consoled Trisha.
But it was so real, the green gas, and you passed out and, Trisha began crying as Sally hugged her tightly.
Lets get you home, come on, Sally said helping her scared friend to the car.
Where the hell have you been all night you little slut, Trishas father yelled as she walked through the front door. It was very early in the morning but he was already half in the bag. She knew this was going to be a tough morning. Trisha tried to ignore her father as she started up the stair case.
Im not finished talking to you yet missy, he yelled as he forcefully grabbed her arm to spin her around. His big hand squeezed her little bicep like a vise. She let out a painful grunt.
Get your fuckin hands off me you drunk asshole, Trisha screamed as she tried to shake her arm loose. The more she fought the harder her father squeezed. She was on the urge of tears as he yanked her down a few steps to the landing.
You are in my house, little lady. Lets get one thing straight right now. If I tell you to do something, you do it, is that understood, with that said he squeezed her arm harder.
Let go you hurting my arm, Trisha screamed in pain.
I said do you understand, her father pulled her close to him and sneered at her like a mad dog. His breath was thick with booze and cigarettes.
You are not to leave this house until I approve of your outfit. You have been running around this town for too long looking like a little whore, and it ends now. I will decide who you hang around with, your friend Sally is nothing but a cheap prostitute, and I forbid you from seeing her again, her father squeezed her arm harder. She could feel her little muscle sliding over her bone as he applied more pressure. And that job of yours, youll quit tomorrow. I will not allow any daughter of mine to work at some trashy gentlemans club. Is that understood, he yanked her arm causing her to yelp in pain again even louder then before. Tears rolled down her smooth blood red cheeks. Her arm burned with pain. It felt like she had it locked in a vise. The pressure never let up it only got stronger. Her fathers grip was literally crushing her little arm.
Okay, she whaled Just let go of my arm, she was balling at this point. Her father released her arm and stumbled back into the livingroom to continue his binge. Trisha grabbed her soar arm and ran upstairs to her room. She slammed the door and cried herself to sleep. As she drifted off she kept thinking about how it would be if her dad was smaller then her. Her dream stared with her walking through the front door just as she had several minutes earlier.
Where the hell have you been all night you little slut, her father yelled as he forcefully grabbed her arm. His big hand dug into her arm like a giant eagle talon gripping a small bunny rabbit.
Get your fuckin hands off me you drunk asshole, Trisha screamed as she tried to shake her arm loose.
You are in my house, little lady. Lets get one thing straight right now. If I tell you to do something, you do it, simple as that.
Let go, your hurting my arm, Trisha screamed in pain.
Let go, he yelled. Or what, he replied sticking out his muscular chest and pulling Trisha in tight to him reminding her of his superior muscle phasic.
His bear like body dwarfed most mens in the town let alone his petite little daughters tiny body. But something about her seamed odd. She wasnt afraid, she just stood there with an emotionless blanc look on her face. Her big brown eyes twinkled as she store through him like an undefeated prize fighter staring at a much lesser opponent. He felt her little arm flex and tighten. His grip loosened as the once small arm began to grow and fill his grip. Something was happening he thought as his daughter slowly started to get taller. The top of her head used to be at his chest, but now it was just below his scruffy unshaven chin. This was impossible he figured how can she be growing so fast. He stepped back as his daughters deep brown doe eyes store directly into his. She had a devilish look on her face, her thick pink lips where tight together and her upper lip curled into a grimacing scowl. Her body seemed to be growing by the second. Trisha couldnt help but laugh as her fathers massive frame dwindled before her. He was such a big man before she thought, lets see how he acts now. His blood shot eyes store up at her in absolute horror. His face looked pale, like he had just seen a ghost. But it was something much worse then a ghost it was his pissed off 18 year old daughter growing right before his scared little eyes. With every passing second his once large body became less threatening to her. His once huge barreling chest looked like the chest of a little boy. She laughed out loud as her fathers frightened little eyes fixed on her oversized breasts. They sat at eye level to him now as she crossed her arms just under her firm chest, amplifying its already immense size. He couldnt help but stare in awe at their perfect roundness. They where like two cantaloupes stuffed into a small tight fitting shirt. She had the body of her mothers, tight and toned with soft round curves in all the right places he thought as she squeezed her arms into the side of her breasts making her cleavage spill out of the low cut neckline. The tight fitting baby tee stretched to the materials limits trying to hold in her over flowing cleavage.
Not even a minute later he had to crane his neck just to look past her massive mounds. He watched her evil stare turn into a big white smile. He couldnt believe it, she was getting a kick out of the situation. What was so funny about her growing into a giant he thought as his 18 year old daughter laughed at him. Trisha had to slightly lean over now to see her boy sized father as he shrunk down passed her exposed flat stomach.
Whats the matter daddy, she mocked him from above. Your little girl isnt so little anymore, is she, Trisha asked as her father shrank below her waist line.
Trisha y, yo ,you, youre a g, gi, giant, he stuttered as his daughter continued to grow by the second.
I wish, she replied. Im no giant little man, take a good look around you, she smiled wickedly. He slowly turned his head side to side seeing the whole room was gigantic. The door, the steps, the sofa in the living room every thing was enormous. She wasnt growing he thought he was shrinking. His little neck was sore as he store up at his giant daughter. He figured he was about two feet tall now but he was still shrinking at an accelerated rate. Trisha couldnt help but laugh at her gnome sized father. He was eye to eye with her boney knee caps now. Just above where her powerful golden brown bare thighs that disappeared into her tight black mini skirt. Her flat belly stretched toward the sky and were topped off with two luscious round breasts. Poking out like the morning sun over a mountain range, Trishas smiling face appeared from behind her breasts.
Well daddy your no bigger then my boot, she said slamming her heavy right boot down next to him. The floor shook violently and he cringed in fear like a scared puppy dog that just pissed on the rug. The boot dwarfed him, he was half its size maybe a bit less. Trisha felt like a goddess as she stood over her tiny 12 inch father. He would be sorry for every awful thing he did to her in the past. All the humiliation, the insults, the physical abuse, all of it, was about to come to a screeching, boot stomping holt. She put her hands on her hips and leaned over more to see her dad shrink below 6 inches. Her once bear sized father was no bigger then the thick chunky heel on her sexy black boot. She could crush him with one tiny step. He could fit in the palm of her hand. The power she felt tingled through out her entire body. She had butterflies fluttered through her veins. Trisha had total control over her doll sized father. She decide if he was to be crushed under her boot heel or if she would simply squish him in the palm of her hand like a bunch of grapes.
He seemed to stop shrinking at the 2 inch mark. His neck ached as he looked up at his building sized daughter. What would she do to him he thought as he stood next to her two story high black boots.
Well are you gonna tell me what I can and cant do now daddy, she said as her foot tapped the floor impatiently.
Trisha I, I just wanted what was best, she cut him off mid sentence.
Well little man, whats best for you is that you dont piss me off, she said stamping her foot down next to him again. The tremor had so much force it shook him to the ground. Trisha just laughed as the tiny man pushed himself back up.
Trisha please stop your scaring me, he yelled up to her.
Im scaring you, she said enraged. Im scaring you, how do you think I feel when you stumble into my room late at night in your drunken stupors. Dont you think I get scared when you hold me down by my wrists. How about when you grind your erect dick against my leg and breath your stinky ass breath on me. Do you think Im scared when you grab and paw at my tits like Im some trashy prostitute you had just picked up. Or how about when you tear off my shirt and bra then suck on tits like your some kind of oversized piglet. Do you think I am scared then daddy, she yelled clinching her fists in tight balls. Do you, she yelled down to the petrified man. God she wanted to stomp him like a disgusting hairy little insect.
Thank God you always pass out before anything else happens you fucking drunk ass leprechaun, she screamed and stamped her boot down again shaking him to the ground. Trishas father quickly popped up off the ground and started to run as his daughter reached down for him. Her gigantic hand was to fast for him. She easily snatched him up by the back of his well worn red flannel shirt.
Well your not such a big man now are you daddy, Trisha teased him as she held him up in front of her beautiful face. His little legs kicked and his arms fought with her fingers trying to get her to release him.
Do you really think thats a good idea, Trisha asked her father as he continued to wrestle her giant fingers. Take a look down you brainless insect, she told him. Petrified he battled her fingers some more as he looked down. Immediately his fighting stopped as he saw the 200ft. drop he would have to survive if she let him go.
Now do you really want me to let you go, she asked as his little head shook side to side. Trisha laughed as she saw her tiny fathers attention had drifted from the floor to her deep sea of cleavage. To him it looked like an oversized Olympic swimming pool full of soft breast flesh. His little eyes stayed glued on his gigantic daughters immense rack before she spoke up.
What are you staring at little fella, she asked in a sexy whisper. Youre not staring at my tits are you? I bet you want to just dive right in, she teased him playfully dangling him over her exposed cleavage. What would you do with tits so big, she asked him with a curious look on her face. Her tiny father was speechless as he swayed back and forth over the deep canyon of breast flesh.
Would you want me to squeeze them together with you in between them, she mocked him as she pressed her breasts together by rolled her shoulders forward. I dont know, I think theyd squish you, theyre awfully big for such a little guy, she laughed.
Would you want me to lay down on my back and pull my shirt up, she questioned her tiny father as he dangled like a worm on a fish hook. I bet youd like that wouldnt you? I could let you go right here on my left titty, she said slowly circling her erect nipple threw the stretched out shirt material with her long red finger nail.
I could picture you trying to stand up. Your little legs would wobble as you walked across the vast plain of my left breast. Your little feet would start to tickle my giant breast when you walk. You would have to hold on to something when I start to laugh because my giant boobs would start to wobble. I could picture you grabbing my big pink nipple as my breasts dance like a bowl of jell-o, she said while shaking her enormous chest side to side giving him an example of what a ride it would be like. You would have to hug my nipple tight so you wouldnt fall between my boobs.
Or maybe I could drop you down on the kitchen table. I would tape your little arms and legs down with some scotch tape so you couldnt run, she said leaning in closer to her scared little father.
I would pull my tight little shirt up just over my monestrous breasts, she giggled rubbing her chest with her free hand. I would slowly lean over and let my breast swing and sway inches from you ugly little face. I bet you youd love it when my pointy hard nipple touched your trembling little body. I would slowly rub it up and down your fat little stomach, she teased him. Then I would slowly lean forward until your whole body was covered with the tip of my right titty. I would continue to increase the weight as you scream a the top of your lungs for me to stop.
Would you like that daddy, she asked boldly. Would you like to be squashed under your daughters big tit, I bet you would, she said carrying him into the kitchen. You look all hot ant bothered daddy, was it something I said. With that she opened the icebox and dropped her father in an empty ice cube tray. He was freezing sitting in a 2" x 2"chamber of the cold metal pan. Trisha returned with an open can of beer. Without saying a word she filled the metal tray waist deep with cheap foamy beer. He father splashed around in the cold beer screaming for her to help him. Without saying a word she closed the door to the icebox and took a long swig from the half full can.
That should cool him off.
Trisha woke up to her alarm clock blaring. She had to get ready for work. After all it would be her first night as a dancer. Sally would be picking her up in about an hour so Trisha hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.
Later that day Trisha began to sneak down the creaky wooden stairs of the two story house. She paused for a second cringing in fear as the first wooden step chirped like a hungry bird under her weight. The stair case was made up 12 steps. Out of those 12 steps, 11 of them were loose and squeaky. She planned on meeting Sally at the end of her street. She had to make it out of the house with out her father seeing her. After what happened early that morning Trisha didnt want her father to see she was totally ignoring his new orders. She wasnt going to quit her job, she wasnt going to stop dressing in her revealing cloths, and she certainly wasnt gonna stop hanging out with her friend Sally. Trisha carefully walked down the remaining steps and slowly crept to the front door. She grabbed the door knob for the front door and turned in ever so gently. Her heart raced with excitement. She would be outside in a matter of seconds and her father had not seen her leaving. It was the first time she had left the house in a long time that he wasnt standing in front of the door like a security guard. The door slowly creaked open. Its rusty metal hinges squealed like a stuck pig. He had to have heard that she thought, there was no way he couldnt have. Her little heart thumped as she heard her fathers voice yell.
What the fuck do you think your doing, he screamed. His voice was deep and raspy like a state troopers. Trisha froze in fear, she was caught red handed. She couldnt imagine what he was going to say to her let alone do to her. All she knew was that her tiny arm muscle couldnt take another pounding like it did early that morning. She was doomed. The tight skimpy cloths she wore would certainly not be to his approval. And where would she tell him she was going with a duffle bag full of make-up, a pair of fuck-me boots, some ass less chaps and a variety of other sexy cloths.
Think quick Trisha, think quick, she mumbled to her self. The Salvation Army, she thought. I will tell him what he said to me earlier really made me think. And Im going to donating all my tasteless outfits and make-up to the Salvation Army, what a great idea she thought to herself as he screamed again.
You have some real fu-ck-ing nerve, she could hear the anger in his deep voice. Plus he used syllables and syllables where bad.. She was to afraid to turn around but she regretfully closed the door knowing she would have to face him.
Its a Sunday afternoon, and you people keep calling, he screamed.
Huh, Trisha said turning around to see her father sitting in his beat up lazy boy with the telephone pressed to his right ear.
You telemarketers are like fucking vultures, he screamed into the phone. Big, nasty fucking vultures with long razor sharp talons and crooked narrow beaks. You just keep hounding me, day after day, just waiting for me to give in. Its like you where put on this earth just to fucking annoy me, he yelled before slamming down the phone. He wasnt yelling at her, he was yelling at some pain in the ass telephone salesman. With that Trisha pulled the door open and left the house.
Sally was already at the corner waiting for Trisha. Her red sports car shined in the bright sunlight. Trisha hopped and the two where off to Crickets Gentlemans Club.
God, Im so nervous Im shacking, Trisha told her tall blonde friend.
Youll be fine, Sally said while coming to a stop at a stop sign. Stripping is no big deal. Those guys in there are gonna love you, she told Trisha trying to comfort her. And if they dont you just send them over to me, she joked making a tight fist, and punching the air.
Yeah Ill send them to you, and you can beat there asss, Trisha laughed.
I will too, and you know it, Sally said flexing her right bicep.
You probably would you fucking amazon, Trisha teased her friend.
You wouldnt believe the dream I had this morning, Trisha said. It was so realistic, it was like it actually happened, she said as she continued to tell Sally about her dream.
So he shrunk down to the size of a tiny bug and you didnt stomp his ass, Sally laughed as her friend finished her story.
No I didnt stomp him like a bug, but I should have, Trisha laughed at the thought. I dont know what the hell I was thinking putting him in the freezer, she said almost in tears she was laughing so hard.
I would have flattened that motherfucker thinner than a penny if he shrunk in front of me, Sally told her friend as she pulled into Crickets parking lot. Could you picture him trying to run away from me as he starts to shrink. I would simply walk over to him and lift my foot high above his head. I would listen to him scream and beg for his pathetic life before I lowered my boot down on him. I would feel his little body wiggling under my sole as I slowly applied more pressure. His little body would creak with pain as I start twisting my foot grinding him into the floor. I would feel his little body burst as I finally put him out of his misery. Both girls where laughing in hysterics.
That would be awesome, Trisha added. I would pay to see that, she said as they were about to exit Sallys car.
A fucking ice cube tray in the freezer, Sally teased. Girl, you have some deep issues.
Trisha sat in front of the dressing room mirror applying a thick jet black coat of mascara. The black outline made her already big beautiful brown eyes look even more exotic. Her thick pouting lips glistened with light pink glittery lipstick. Her Long wavy black hair hung down past her broad feminine shoulders. Her tan body shined from the body oil she had applied earlier. Her large round breasts tore at the seams of her small tight bikini top. Her cleavage over flowed from all sides of the tiny top as the little black triangles tried to contain their mass. Her hard flat stomach was left exposed and it was topped off with her shiny little belly button ring. Trisha wore skin tight go-go shorts that hugged her perfect ass like a latex glove. Her long thick heeled black boots where laced up tight and she wore a black lacy garter around her right thigh for holding her tip money. She was going on stage to strip for the first time in her life. Millions of thoughts where running through her mind as she sprayed a mist of sweet perfume on her exposed breast flesh. Would she be able to go through with this? Would the crowd like her? Trisha stood up turning side to side admire herself for one last second before taking the stage.
Oh my God you look so hot, Sally said as she walked into the dressing room.
Im so nervous, I dont know if I can go through with this, Trisha replied to her friend.
Oh honey, Sally hugged her little friend to comfort her. Your gonna knock em dead out there. Your hands down the hottest girl in the place. Youll have those men eating out of your little hand by the end of the night, Sally encouraged her nervous friend.
Any last words of advise, Trisha asked while heading toward the stage door.
Look like your having fun, or be a complete bitch, the guys will eat it up, Sally insisted. Remember all guys will state the obvious.
The obvious, what do you mean by that, Trisha asked.
You know the obvious. Guys will think they are being so cute and witty. Like, I cant tell you how many bozos ask me how tall I am. Like I never heard that before you unoriginal douse bag. Excuse me Miss, Sally lowered her voice a few octaves and acted like a mindless club goer. My friend and I here, have a little bet going, She mocked. I think your six feet tall and he says your at least six two, can you tell us who is right. Your both wrong you fucking losers, she finished her little act an returned her voice to normal. I cant tell you how many times a night I get asked why my stage name is Liberty. I feel like saying this is why and stomp on their little fucking heads, Sally stamped her long white boot on the ground.
With that in mind Trisha took the stage. As she nervously strutted out onto the large half round stage her eyes squinted to adjust to the bright lights. The red, blue, yellow, and green lights toke turns flashing on and off. She couldnt see anything but the long rack of blinking lights that hung just in front of the stage. Not even the men in The Pit where visible only their dark silhouette stood out in the smoky background.
Gentlemen, please put your hands together for Raven, the announcer said over the clubs expensive sound system. Trisha figure the name Raven fit her because of her hair color. The men in the audience erupted. Their screams and cat calls gave Trisha the confidence she needed to start her dance.
Her curvy hips gyrated to the thumping bass coming out of the speaker. She slowly spun in a circle giving the crowd an idea of how shapely her back side was.
Nice ass, yelled a club goer. Trisha smiled as she gave her sexy little butt a wiggle. Stating the obvious, she said to herself as she danced her way to the front of the stage. Men store in awe at the goddess on stage. Her perfect body shook in rhythm to the loud bassy music.
Lets see those tits, came a call from an impatient viewer. Trisha confidently put her hands over her chest and shook her head side to side like she was outraged at the comment. The crowd screamed louder as she teased them. With that Trisha ripped the tiny top off her perfect cantaloupe sized breasts. Men stood up out of their seats as the little vixen gracefully moved around the stage. Her firm breast bounced ever so sightly with her every sexy move. Her big dark pink nipples where placed in the direct center of her large tear drop shaped breasts. The gleaming body oil exaggerated every twitching muscle in her tight little body as the lights reflected off her. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side as her tight white go-go shorts slide to the ground. She had an instant rush of adrenalin as the crowd went wild. Her tight black thong barley covered her meaty hairless pubic mound. A little black triangle of silky material is all that sat between Trishas moist pussy and the eager crowd of rowdy men. The thin black strap disappeared into her ass crack only to come out again on the top of her ass.
Sally watched from the main bar as her friend totally toke control of the stage. She had never seen the place go this crazy. Even when there was an adult entertainer as a feature dancer the place wasnt this wild. Men jockeyed for a spot near the stage. Fist fulls of money flooded the floor by Trishas feet. It looked like the New York Stock Exchange had come to visit Crickets Gentlemens Club. As the music died down so did Trishas dance. Sally started toward the dressing room. She was going to congratulate her friend on a terrific performance when her body suddenly jolted. Sally stood still as she felt every muscle in her body contract at the same time. It wasnt painful but it really scared Sally. Her whole body was immovable for an instant as her body trembled. It sounded stupid but she could swear her already snug cloths where fitting her tighter. It was almost like she grew a few inches. As soon as the jolt started it stopped. Sally not sure of what just happened started to the dressing room to greet Trisha.
Hey watch where your going, y, yo, you, a short man turned around and yelled as Sally bumped into him. Comparatively he was actually average height but to her he was short. He was stunned as he store directly into the sexy amazons chest. Sally simple put her hands on her hips and stuck out her average chest like a super hero. The top of the mans head was level with her b-cup breasts and she laughed as the short man slowly looked up to her in awe..
Watch where Im going, Sally asked snidely. You better be careful yourself little fella, she teased him. I almost stepped on you, she laughed. The mans mouth dropped as she continued to tease him. You wouldnt want the big lady to step on you now would you, Sally asked before she pushed by the stunned man.
You fucking bitch, she heard him yell as she reached the dressing room door.
Its like a midget convention out there, Sally told Trisha as she embraced her friend. Trisha was quite a bit shorter then Sally but she looked extra tall tonight.
Are they midgets or are you just a fucking giant, Trisha asked playfully.
You where awesome out there, Sally told Trisha.
Hey Raven, a redheaded dancer yelled as she came in the door. There is a guy in the V.I.P room that wants you for the rest of the night, The redhead added then disappeared into the main room.
Wants me for the rest of the night, Trisha asked disgusted.
Oh relax Trisha, he just wants you to give him a private dance, Sally said. If hes gonna pay for the whole night, your gonna make about a grand.
Are you serious, who the hell would pay that much for me to dance in front of them, Trisha asked excitedly.
Youll probably end up talking with him for most of the time, Sally answered. Go get em girl, Sally said before shoving Trisha out the door.
Trisha had put on a tight fitting baby tee seeing her bikini was torn off in her wild dance. Standing outside the door to the V.I.P room she stopped and toke a deep breath before entering. Her body froze as a sharp jolt shot threw her like a bolt of lightening. Her muscles tensed and her body felt like it was expanding. Her muscles relaxed but her clothing felt tighter. Everything except her boots seamed to feel tighter. What the hell just happened she thought as she opened the door. She couldnt believe her eyes when she entered the private dance room. Sitting cross legged in an over stuffed red velvet chair sat the short fat man from the shoe store. His yellow smile made her want to puke but she pretended to be excited to see him.
Oh my god its you, she said to fat man as she closed the door behind her.
To Be Continued.......
Giantess World
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