Giantess Foot Worship: Nightmare or Fantasy? ♕

A confusing predicament.

I felt dizzy and sick…  My head was foggy and unbelievably warm. As I reach up my hand to touch my head, I feel a heap of fabric over the top. It’s heavy—so heavy I can hardly move it. I don’t need to, apparently, because soon I see a gigantic hand coming close. As soon as one of its fingers brushes against my naked legs, it grabs me. It drags me into the light, and my eyes take a moment to adjust. They focus on the face of my ex-girlfriend, who looks quite smug. She’s holding a bottle in her other hand that looks like perfume, but as soon as I see the spray mechanism, the memory of what happened pours back into my brain. That crazy bitch shrunk me for some kind of giantess foot worship fantasy!

I struggle in her grip, but it’s no use. I’m only a couple of inches tall. She had been stalking me nonstop ever since I dumped her about a week ago, but I didn’t know she had the logins to my porn accounts. I only found out when she started mocking me.

The most embarrassing one was when I started watching foot worship videos and maybe one or two giantess fantasies. I will admit, it was hot, the thought of having that happen to me, those women shrinking me down with the spray they had and taking advantage of me. The way my cock reacted when they said ‘little man’ in their sexy, authoritative voices surprised even me. Now my ex has taken that private information and gotten some of the sprays for herself… I know for a fact I’ll be stuck like this for 24 hours. Who knows what she’ll think up to do with me between now and then? Maybe she’ll even go beyond the giantess foot worship…

“Looks like you’re going to belong to me for a little bit, huh?”

It’s probably best for me not to antagonize her when she could literally crush me. However, she doesn’t seem to mind my lack of an answer. Suddenly she’s lowering me, bending over at the waist. I watch as she uses one hand to untie her lace-up boots, then slips them off along with her sock. I can’t help it, my breathing quickens, and I am reminded once again that I am naked as my cock twitches. Luckily she didn’t seem to notice. She lowers me down, so I’m standing right in front of her bare foot. I can smell the sweat that has built up over the day, even just standing where I am.

I secretly want giantess foot worship.

But I’ll never admit it.

“Lick it,” she commands. I don’t make a move. While the thought does turn me on, I can’t bring myself to obey so easily. Her foot pushes forward, and with barely any effort, she’s able to knock me flat on my back. Her foot presses on top of me, my head in between two of her toes. “Lick,” she says again. I feel the weight of her foot increase every second. When I open my mouth and start licking obediently, it lightens considerably. Ok, I’ll play along with her giantess foot worship. I lean forward and lick the taut skin between her toes. The thrill of heat that goes through me is surprising, and I find myself continuing with more enthusiasm.

When I look up, she has such a smug look on her face. My face burns with embarrassment, but my cock is hard, and I wonder if she can feel it pressing up against the arch of her foot. It tastes sweaty, and I feel myself grinding against her. I can’t get enough of the taste or the smell. I could do this all day, and judging by the look she’s giving me, I just might.

Suddenly craving that little bottle for yourself? Give me a call!