Emma was ready for some good old fashioned self-improvement. Dressed in a hoodie that strained to contain her enormous body she jogged down the street, occasionally stopping to punch the air. If only to let the whole world know that she was ready and she wasn't going to be fucking around! She was going to finally, as they say in the community, "git gud."
The drive to become better at her favorite pastime had started somewhat recently. A bad evening competing online had left her in a… less than charitable mood, to be fair. She was willing to admit that she may have overreacted at the situation she'd found herself in, but she couldn't help it! She was fiery! Passionate! She just wanted to get better! Even if that meant she would make a couple of slightly bad decisions and… maybe crush a couple dozen people under her giant naked body in the process. Including the young man who was going to be her coach.
It was a lot of fun. But it certainly wasn't her finest hour.
But today was going to be different! She'd gone online and searched for gaming coaches, and it wasn't long before she found one who, conveniently enough, lived within jogging distance! Going by Luther, the man was exactly the kind of person one would imagine when you would think, "gamer." His look convinced her that he would be exactly the type of person to help her out, and now she was on the way!
She continued bouncing down the street in her training clothes. Tape was wrapped around her knuckles, and though punching the air had sapped a considerable amount of strength from her on the way, it had also done wonders towards pumping her up. She was going to finally improve, and dominate the leaderboards! People would tremble when they saw her name, and not just when they saw her in person!
Stepping up to Luther's front door, she wasted no time. She didn't bother knocking, or even letting him know that she was coming over. She didn't even tell him that she wanted him to coach her! She figured he was the kind of person who didn't have much else going on in his life and would fall head over heels for the opportunity to spend time with a girl. Easy prey!
Raising one foot high she slammed her sneaker into the front door. Her enormous strength instantly overpowered the wooden structure, ripping it free from its hinges and sending it flying into the modest home. A shout of surprise echoed from inside as Emma stepped up to the entrance, and ducked to move inside. There he was! Luther! Sitting on the couch staring in awe at the door that had just exploded off of its hinges before looking at the source of this intrusion. He gasped when he saw Emma, who was easily the biggest person he'd ever seen in his life, and fell into a panic.
"YOU'RE LUTHER, RIGHT?!" Emma shouted, her voice booming in the room and making her all the more intimidating.
"W-WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"I WANT YOU-" Emma began, reaching into the pocket of her hoodie. Luther's face went white as a sheet as he imagined the giant woman pulling a weapon out. Even worse, a weapon that would fit hands as big as hers, as she wasn't even able to stand inside of his home.
Thankfully, she didn't pull out a gun. Or a knife. Or any kind of a weapon. Despite her incredibly intimidating appearance, she pulled out… a controller. It was positively tiny in her hands, and she held it up as she stepped closer to the small man on the couch.
"TO TEACH ME!"
"…What the fuck is going on!?" Luther shouted, backing away as Emma approached. "Who are you? Why did you-" he asked, stopping as he motioned towards the huge hole in the front entrance of his home.
"Oh." Emma said, looking back. She rolled her eyes, then walked up to the ruined door. "Relax, you big fuckin' baby." She chided, picking the huge wooden door up and carrying it back to the entrance. With little care she simply leaned it against the gaping hole, failing to do a particularly good job in the process. She seemed awfully satisfied with her work though, and dusted her hands before returning to the man sitting on the couch.
"Satisfied?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips as she stared down at the much, much smaller man in her shadow.
"…NO!" He screamed, looking indignant now that it no longer seemed he was in imminent danger. "YOU BROKE MY DOOR, AND I DON'T EVEN- WHO ARE YOU?"
"Oh!" Emma laughed, pulling the hood over her head down and smiling as she waved her hair free. "I'm Emma. And I'm going to be your student!"
"My…"
"Student." Emma said, reaching into the hoodie's pockets again. This time she pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. Printed on it was a small ad for a local paper, where Luther offered to coach anyone who asked in how to get better at games. Emma smiled as she held up the paper to the man, who just stared incredulously.
"And you didn't call? Or set up an appointment? Or even knock? You just-"
"I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE BUSY!" Emma whined, rolling her eyes dismissively. Already this conversation was taking far, far longer than she expected. She stepped closer to Luther, who couldn't help but back away nervously as her huge form closed in on him.
"So, let's get started?"
Luther just stared up at the giant woman, unable to believe what was happening to him.
"NO!" he shouted, reaching into his own pocket to pull out his phone. "I'M CALLING THE-"
"Whoa, whoa whoa." Emma said, reaching down in the blink of an eye. Her huge fingers wrapped around the small man's hand, completely encasing it in her soft skin, before squeezing gently. The squeeze was firm enough to knock the phone loose from his grip, and he could only watch as Emma caught it, then pulled it close to her face.
"We're here to play REAL games!" She said, shaking her head dismissively as she closed her hand into a fist. "Not these casual phone games!" With that declaration, she squeezed with considerably more strength, cracking the phone near-instantly and sending tiny shards of tinkling glass to fall all over the floor.
Luther didn't have a whole lot to say about that. It was easy to be brave when Emma just looked like a big dumb idiot. Now that she'd so casually broken his phone with nothing but her bare hands… he was beginning to feel like her size was a bit more dangerous than he expected. Even if she didn't seem to be actively malicious.
"Now get off the couch! It's where I'm going to be sitting."
Luther did exactly as ordered. He leapt from the seat, turned to the side, and offered it to the giant, curvy woman who walked past him. Emma smiled, and stepped past the significantly smaller man who didn't even stand as tall as her breasts. And that was while she was bending over to fit inside!
"Alright. LET'S GET STARTED!" Emma said excitedly, holding up her controller once again. "You can coach me on Hyper Crash Sisters, right? I've really got to brush up on my Squidling, and you're supposed to be one of the top players?"
"S-Sure." Luther said, hardly sure about what to do. It seemed as if the giant woman hadn't really done any research into who he was. He did offer his services as a coach, but fighting games were not his forte! He was more the grand strategy type, offering advice on build orders, actions per minute strategies, or just general knowledge on a variety of units and their capabilities!
He did occasionally enjoy a bout of Hyper Crash Sisters as a party game, though. He looked over to the console sitting next to the TV Emma was sitting in front of, and decided to go along with it. It wasn't like he had much else available to him, after all. And he certainly wasn't interested in earning Emma's ire. If this kept her from doing something drastic… then it seemed like the best option in his book.
"Okay. I guess. Um… so you play this game a lot, or…"
"All the time!" Emma said excitedly. "Hold on, though. It's really hot outside, and these training clothes were a bad idea.
Luther could only watch as Emma hooked her fingers under the huge hoodie she was wearing, and lifted it up. It was impossible not to notice the woman's enormous size, but what he didn't expect was how absurdly well-endowed she was. As soon as the garment cleared her head he was given a proper eyeful of the massive breasts that jiggled around in the inadequate confines of a tank top that looked far too small for her.
His face turned bright red in an instant, and he turned back to the TV. He figured this would be a better thing to focus on, as it would not be likely to get him into any trouble. That, and his pale skin naturally showed the incredible bright shade of red he turned upon seeing Emma without the figure-obscuring hoodie on.
It didn't end there, though. As the oversized bulky hoodie dropped to the floor beside her, Emma grabbed hold of the waist of her sweatpants, and pulled them down as well. Her bare legs were on full display as she sat down, revealing that unlike the hoodie, she wasn't wearing anything but a pair of panties strained to their absolute limits underneath the pants. Sighing in relief, she tossed those aside as well, dropping her gigantic form onto the couch that Luther had been sitting on moments prior.
The piece of furniture had always been a bit of an eyesore for him. Purchased on a whim when he had a bit of a surplus on hand he was immediately surprised at how inconveniently big it was for his living room. He had learned to live with it as the difficulty of returning such an enormous piece of furniture was too much to deal with, but it had always been a sore spot for the man. Now he could only watch as the giant intruder, who had to stand well over eight feet tall, plopped onto the oversized couch. Not only did she dwarf the huge piece of furniture, but the sheer mass of her huge body was enough to completely crack the frame underneath, leading the center to sink downward as she gasped in surprise.
"Wow. What a cheap couch."
"It was…" Luther said, before sighing. Why bother. She wouldn't care that it had cost him well over a thousand dollars. He just wanted to get this over with, and turned the game on. Unfortunately… there wasn't a whole lot of other places to sit that offered a clear view of the television. Normally this wasn't a problem, as it was simple enough to share the couch with multiple normal-sized people. But now…
He could only see one option.
Without saying any words, Luther hoped it would not be suspicious when he walked right between Emma's massive legs. Each one was big enough around to crush a fully-grown man, and certainly had enough strength in it to squeeze him until he popped. He was incredibly intimidated as he moved between them, looking back and forth as he did. For a moment he considered sitting on the couch itself, positioned directly between thighs thicker around than his entire body. The image of those enormous breasts hovering just inches above his head was enough to send a bit of blood flowing through his body, as well as exactly what lead to him taking a seat on the floor instead.
Sighing in relief, he looked to his left and right, seeing nothing but Emma's huge calves that ended in sneakers that seemed as big as his entire torso. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, but even from here he could smell the sweat that wafted off of her body and permeated the entire area around her.
"LET'S GO!" Emma said, hitting start on the controller. She navigated through the menus in the blink of an eye. The settings were picked, the characters selected, and the map was loaded while Luther just tried to keep focused on the game in front of him. Maybe… maybe there was something he could teach her. Something that would help him help her, and he could look into getting a better security system installed after she left, or something.
Taking a deep breath, the game started, and he watched as the characters loaded in. He hoped that this didn't go too badly.
Two minutes later he was winning, and shocked.
Emma was holding the controller with white knuckles, barely able to hold her rage as her best attempts at combat were thwarted again and again by her opponent. Her feet twisted on the floor as if she were putting out a cigarette butt as she tried and failed to counter every single attack that was thrown at her. Hardly any of the moves seemed to land, and she was doing an atrocious job at dodging the attacks thrown back at her as well.
Luther breathed a sigh of relief as, less than two minutes after the bout started it came to an end. It hadn't been a particularly hard-fought battle but… if he won then that meant he could keep up this charade a bit longer. He was happy to see his character play through their victory animation, while Emma sighed, and dropped her controller into her lap.
"That was not my fault." Emma said, moving her hands up to her face to blow on them. "It's because it was so hot outside! I got sweaty just coming over here, so my hands didn't have a good grip on the controller, and this grip tape is doing NOTHING, and-"
"R-Relax!" Luther said, just thankful that she didn't seem to want to take her frustrations out on him. He would have to tread very carefully to bullshit his way through this encounter and make it out without any additional damage to himself, or his home. "I think your problem is all about mindset. You just need to-"
"I need to cool off more!" Emma said, raising her hands to crack her knuckles. Then she leaned forward, hardly paying any mind as her massive breasts plopped on top of Luther's head. She didn't seem to mind one bit as she reached down for the laces of her right shoe, ripping the knot open in the blink of an eye. A second later she popped the sneaker off, sighing in relief as the cool air-conditioned room greeted her socked foot.
"That's more like it." She said, sighing in relief as she picked up the second shoe and did the same. The enormous pair of shoes she'd worn over here were tossed to the side to join the steadily-growing pile of clothes she'd taken off since arriving, while Luther carefully moved his hands between his legs to cover up any involuntary reactions to Emma's actions.
The giant woman wasn't done just yet, though. Comforting as it was to sit around in socks, it wasn't quite enough for her. Reaching down again she grabbed hold of the toe on her right foot, and ripped the sock away. Her shiny, glistening sole was exposed and slapped the cool floor next to Luther loudly, making an almost sticky sound as she moved about. Once again her left foot followed suit, and she scrunched her toes into the hard floor in satisfaction.
Luther's face was bright red, and he cleared his throat as Emma sat back up after taking the socks off. This time, instead of tossing them into the pile she simply threw them onto his lap, paying him no mind as the damp, surprisingly heavy pieces of fabric settled onto him. Luther's already red face burned even hotter and he swallowed, trying to ignore all of this.
It didn't work. While trying to clear his throat he took a deep breath, inadvertently filling his lungs with the salty, acrid air coming from those socks. Perhaps most surprising of all was that it wasn't altogether unpleasant. To the point where he actively felt uncomfortable, and tried turning away. Anything to keep his mind focused in such a trying time.
"Let's go again!" Emma said, leaning forward to really take things more seriously. Her now bared toes gripped the floor as she did so, while a more intense glint behind her glasses let Luther know that this probably wouldn't be as easy as the first round had been.
It was.
Three minutes later Emma took a deep breath, and slumped over in the couch. Her bare feet were now resting on their heels, making their incredible size even more apparent to Luther who did his best not to look at them. He took a moment to finally toss the socks that had been resting on his lap this entire time aside, and cleared his throat.
"Well, do you-"
The words were stuffed back into his mouth before he could finish saying them. Emma's right foot simple came up, and planted itself onto his face, showing off her impressive size advantage in the process. Luther tried to gasp in surprise, but the sheer size of the foot over him was enough to scare him back into submission.
"Let's go again. This time, let's make things interesting." Emma said, all the humor from her voice gone. Her foot moved away from Luther, but not back to the floor beside him as he expected. Instead she moved both of her feet closer together, keeping the much-smaller man sitting between her legs as she stared at the screen with an unnaturally serious expression. Concentrating that last round was difficult enough with the huge socks in his lap, but now Luther had to contend with his entire upper body being sandwiched by her soft, warm legs.
If there ever was a time for his surroundings to have an effect on his performance, this was it. He returned to the tried and tested strategy of looking away, only to feel the legs tighten around his face, locking it forward. Trying to ignore the presence of the enormously curvy giantess dominating his surroundings had just become a thousand times more difficult. He just needed to steel his resilience, and play for all he was worth. This was going to be it! He would offer some generic advice, she would leave… and maybe if he was lucky she would forget her socks, or shoes, or something!
He won again.
"ARE YOU CHEATING?" Emma shouted accusingly, leaning back on the couch. As she did her feet rose up from the floor, and she quickly slapped them on either side of the much-smaller man's head. This was proving to be too much for him to handle as he went from just having the giant woman's body surround him to having his entire head be smothered between two enormous feet. He couldn't help but gasp in surprise from the suddenness of the assault, only to have his mouth filled with the flavor of Emma's warm sole as she applied more pressure.
"You are cheating. Aren't you! I don't know how many times I've had to deal with cheaters online, and now I have to do it here too!"
"I'M NOT-" Luther began, having the words cut off as Emma moved her foot down and shoved her enormous big toe into his mouth. The huge digit filled his entire mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe as he sat and immediately set about trying to extract the foot from his mouth.
"You are." Emma said, flatly. "And I've been to arcades. It's like they say. Cheaters never win."
Something strange happened then. Luther gasped, feeling the toe in his mouth seem to expand. It was a subtle sensation at first, but quickly grew uncomfortable as he could fell his mouth have difficulty accepting it now. Something strange was happening and only a few seconds later he suddenly found it difficult to breathe through the toe filling more and more of his mouth.
But it grew all the more terrifying just seconds later when he felt his jaw pop. Now suddenly unsure if he could even get the digit out of his mouth he grabbed hold of Emma's next toe with both hands in the hopes of using it to pry her foot away. From behind Emma could only smile at the pathetic attempts to free himself, enjoying the moment for just a bit longer before finally pulling her toe out of his mouth herself with an audible pop.
"Now, let's try this again. And no cheating."
Luther tried to voice his confusion at what had happened, but found it difficult to speak. His entire jaw was sore, and he rubbed it quietly, hoping that it would eventually fade. The controller in his lap was picked up again, and he gasped as the unusual things that had just happened were cleared up in an instant. Impossible as it seemed, the controller that once felt a bit small in his hands was… actually quite comfortable now.
Which just made the next match even easier for him to win.
"STOP CHEATING!" Emma shouted as the victory screen displayed again. This time she wasted no time stamping her huge bare foot into the back of her tiny would-be coach's head. Luther's entire body lurched forward, and he cried out in surprise as his body twisted out of shape to avoid snapping his neck entirely.
But his brief reprieve would not come just yet. He held the back of his head awkwardly, finding his view filled with the enormous bare sole of the giant woman sitting above him. Emma leaned forward herself, giving him an unpleasant look. One that was a mixture of disgust, and anger.
Five huge, thick toes wiggled overhead. Her still-glistening sole looked downright enticing as it was held over him. A part of him was eager to feel her warmth embrace him in its entirety, but the look she was giving him made him think twice about that. And then common sense smashed into his psyche, demanding he not just let this happen!
"WAIT, DON'T-" He cried out, raising both of his arms.
Emma didn't listen.
Her massive foot came down, breaking through his meager defenses in a flash. Thankfully nothing was broken, but he did feel his hands smack into the floor beside him as Emma's huge foot mashed him into the floor like she was putting out a cigarette butt. And then most of his upper body. Her enormous size meant something as casual as lowering a foot was enough to keep him completely pinned with little more than his tiny legs sticking out from the ends of her toes.
"WILL YOU STOP CHEATING NOW?" Emma asked, raising her foot to twist her toes onto the small man's body.
He didn't respond. Not because he didn't want to, but because he simply couldn't. The overbearing presence of the foot above him prevented him from doing little more than kicking his small legs out the bottom of the foot and hoping that she would release him eventually.
"Is that a no?"
Emma's tone was deathly serious. This time Luther didn't want to risk it, and tried to answer anyway. His mouth opened to shout out in protest, and his tiny hands sank into the soft cushion of her sole in the hopes that she would discern his meaning from the movements. The giant woman only drummed her toes in response, making soft sounds against the floor as she did so.
Then he could feel the foot grow around him again.
This time felt much more intimidating than the last two. Luther panicked as the foot that had settled on him gradually changed from the effect of having an increasingly-heavy weighted blanket resting on him, threatening to smother him, into an effect similar to having an entire mattress fall onto his body. His attempts to push the heavy thing away only amounted to feeling his increasingly tiny limbs sink into the squishy surface, which offered him little in the way of relief.
When the shrinking finally came to an end nothing about Luther was visible to the outside world. Anyone looking into the room would just see an enormous woman sitting in her underwear, playing video games. There would be no sign of a fully-grown shrunken man hiding under her toes, completely lost from view to everyone else. And that was just fine with Emma, who found she rather enjoyed their new positions.
Finally she pulled her foot off of him, freeing him once again. Luther's face was bright red from the heat he'd endured under Emma's bare foot, while his entire body shone with the sweat that had rubbed off on him during it. He gasped for air, rubbing his short hair as he felt the cool air of the room begin to come over him. More than anything he was thankful that he was alive, and slowly cracked his stinging eyes open.
Emma's huge face was still staring down at him. An obvious scowl was present on her lips as she looked down at the small man, then raised one hand. Her fingers pointed to his right, and Luther's head turned to see the controller that was now as big as his entire upper body.
"Play again?" Emma asked.
Luther knew better than to say no.
The round began. Luther knew there was no way he was going to win at this point. His entire body was sore, and he was still trying to catch his breath after all he'd endured. All he could do was hope that it would soon come to an end and she would be satisfied. Hell, it seemed like all she actually wanted out of this visit was to be able to say she won, anyway! This way she would get what she wanted and she could leave him the hell alone!
The match started.
And almost immediately Emma's controller desynced. The console read the last known input as what it intended for her to do, and she could only watch, distraught, as her character casually walked off of the ledge three times in quick succession. This was the shortest match yet, as less than thirty seconds after it began Luther was declared the winner.
He could only sit and shiver nervously, not sure what was going to happen to him now. He turned his head back in surprise, looking up at the giant woman who he expected to see seething with rage. Angry at what had happened.
To say Emma was not pleased would be an understatement.
"That was nobody's fault!" He tried to explain, pulling his collar as the giantess sitting behind him raised her sole again. "It's just a coincidence! That one doesn't count! We'll play again!"
Emma brought her foot down.
But she didn't step on him this time. Instead she spread her big and second toe around his neck. He realized all too late what was happening, and despite trying to move failed to anticipate it in time. Like a soft clamp Emma's toes came down around his neck, squeezing tightly enough to cut off his air supply.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" Emma asked, folding her arms under her colossal breasts as she looked down at the man she held onto. Without saying anything else she raised her foot to rest it onto her opposite knee. Now being suspended by his throat Luther's tiny hands came up to try and wrench himself free realizing just how much smaller he was compared to the giant woman now. She'd been so big from the moment she'd walked in, but now he was being held by only two toes. Big, strong digits that could have easily snapped his neck in two if she were to just twitch.
Most alarming of all was the fact that he seemed to still be shrinking, though. Moments ago he'd been just as big as her entire foot. Now he seemed to only be half of the size! A side-effect of the continued shrinking was that the hold Emma's toes had on him was beginning to loosen, and he would be free soon. A fact she quickly noticed, and compensated for by squeezing his throat more tightly, and covering more of his upper body with it.
"I won't reveal the fact that you cheated to everyone." Emma said, wiggling her foot from side to side so the still-shrinking body was flung around like a rag doll. "If you… just say you're sorry. Not to me, though. To my toes."
With that declaration, the toes separated, and Luther fell. It wasn't a long fall, but it still felt to him like he'd been dropped from the roof of his home when he hit the ground. He groaned in discomfort, but was only able to focus on that for about a minute before Emma's big foot came down right next to him, shaking the entire world.
He looked up. Her arms were folded under her chest as she leaned forward to watch his every movement. He looked down. The toes were there, waiting. He only had one thought.
"At least they're clean." He grumbled, crawling forward on his hands and knees. He didn't care that he hadn't even done anything wrong. He just wanted to get out of this safely, and he was beginning to suspect Emma was dangerously unstable. And paranoid. And also bad at video games. But she held all the cards, and it would have been pathetically easy for her to pop his body like an ugly boil under her toes. So he did as told.
Leaning forward, he pursed his lips and pressed them into Emma's big toe. He was taken aback at once by how warm her skin was, and how much it had felt like pressing his lips into something really squishy. He pulled his head back, curious about the weird sensation on his mouth. It was… interesting.
"Keep going." The giantess boomed from up on high.
Luther gulped, and did exactly that. He mashed his tiny face into the front of the big toe in front of him, noting that it was now about as big as his entire head. He tried not thinking about that as he grabbed hold of the oversized digit with both hands, pressing his fingers into the soft skin in an effort to increase the giant woman's pleasure. If Emma was pleased, then he would be okay. That was how this worked, right? It didn't matter that… Luther himself was beginning to enjoy this, did it?
He tried not thinking about that. Tried, but utterly failed. Things hadn't been going… great for him in the dating world. And while only a sick mind would refer to this absurd scenario as anything romantic, or like a date… it was also contact with a woman who he couldn't help but find himself attracted to. Who else could boast a body like that? Hell, before all of this shrinking had happened he suspected that he would have had trouble holding up even one of her breasts. And not just because he wasn't particularly strong himself!
Everything about this woman seemed like it was made to cater to someone else's fetish. Even her feet which felt unnaturally warm, soft, and receptive to his lips. He felt like he could drop to his hands and knees and just worship all day without a care in the world. He kind of hoped that… she wouldn't be satisfied with this. Obviously he didn't want to invite any more punishment onto himself… but if she saw him as someone who needed improvement then he wasn't sure he'd say no.
Luther gasped, keeping his hands on the big toe as he was hit with his own realization. This had all started with him being asked to coach Emma, but it looked like she was actually the one coaching him! Teaching him the ways of being addicted to her feet! He looked down at the big toe, and the glossy nail that reflected his own face atop it. It seemed fitting to see himself in Emma's feet as she sat there, judging his every movement.
He was still shrinking. Possibly faster than before, as the toe was now as big as his upper body. He should have been more alarmed, but just an intimate minute with the foot was enough to convert his mind and body. He was excited to do more. He wanted to show Emma what he could do! Before getting too small to do so, he jumped onto Emma's big toe, straddling it with both legs. He leaned forward, and planted a kiss onto the toe itself, while basking in the warmth and softness that they provided. Maybe she could… step on him, soon? Lightly, of course! Just enough to let his tiny body feel that huge sole mold around him, and rub him into the floor. Maybe he could move higher, and rub her legs. Her thighs. And maybe, if she thought he did a good job, he could even reach her chest.
It was a good thing Luther's face was still red from the heat, or it would have been embarrassing how much he blushed at those thoughts.
For now he'd need to make a good first impression. Taking a deep breath, he filled his lungs with the heady air around Emma's feet, and pressed both of his hands directly under Emma's big toe. It was going to be the best massage he'd ever given.
"ACK!" Emma laughed, suddenly taken aback by how much that last movement had tickled. Her foot jerked back in response while her toes wiggled at the exact same time. A small movement on her end, but for the man who was quickly becoming smaller than those very toes the effect was quite different.
No sooner had Luther's hands made contact with Emma's feet was he launched backwards. He had all of a second to process what was happening, and realize that was flying away from the giantess sitting down on his ruined furniture. He tried to turn his head to see where he was flying, but the wind pressure was just too much for his tiny body. He could only hope that it was the curtains, or a pillow, or even her clothes! Something that would break his momentum, and leave him safe!
With a quiet splat! Luther's body smashed into the huge TV. Emma gasped as her tiny foot enthusiast exploded like a blood-filled balloon.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING TICKLISH?!" She cried out, looking around the room for something to help her out at this point. Maybe there was… something she could clean up. Someone she could call? Or maybe she should just…
The answer was easy.
In the blink of an eye Emma had jumped from the couch, and run to the door. Realizing that leaving evidence of what had happened to the guy would be a bad idea, she doubled back to grab the television as well. It turned out to be full of connections in the back, so she ripped it out of the wall to just carry the whole thing with her. It was the only evidence of her misdeeds! She didn't even want to waste time opening the door, so kicked it apart with her foot before rushing back out into the open air. She didn't know why this was what she did. It was just what came to mind. Maybe it would all make sense later when there was less adrenaline coursing through her!
Later that day the house would be swarming with police as people in the neighborhood described, "The most blatant burglary they had ever seen." Stories of a giant woman in her underwear running out of the house with a giant television in her arms, dozens of feet of cables dragging behind her as she did so were all over the news, but the investigations were pending.
Emma quietly decided that maybe she should try some online coaching for a change.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another story! This one's commissioned by LutherLittle and it's kind of just a really silly premise about wanting to get better at video games so Emma seeks out a coach. Things don't turn out well, and it's pretty much entirely foot-based bullying. If you like minigts and feet you're gonna like it. I hope. Lemme know what you think and stuff!
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