Giantess short story done by a fan of mine PART 1 Alone in ..

Giantess short story done by a fan of mine PART 1

Alone in the giant house of my goddess, I was suddenly awakened by the subtle, distant rumbling of her footsteps approaching the front porch. I sat up in my tiny cage by her couch, ready to serve, fulfilling my obligations to her. The subtle rumbles evolved into full-on pounding as her foot falls came to rest as her key turned the lock to the front door. The door creaked open slowly and the threshold was shadowed by the silhouette of her massive, filthy foot. A massive earthquake was created beneath me as her foot slammed to the floor, followed by a second one as her left foot landed as she entered and closed the door behind her.

Barely at balance, the rush of air from her massive door threw me on my back. Her violent rumbles intensified as she approached my tiny cage, the ring on top of it jingling with her every step. She stopped right in front of my cage with a series of massive, booming stomps right in front of me.

The wonderful, outdoorsy smell of her feet overpowered my tiny nose as she wiggled her massive toes in front of me, flicking dirt and grass with every toe rub. She loves her barefoot nature walks and know that her devoted, tiny (me) would clean her giant feet until she was satisfied. I know my place and enjoyed every second, but I think she was fully aware of it. It wasn't just the fear of her being able to end me at any time, I was always devoted.

"Hello my tiny, tiny bug," her voice boomed from above with a chuckle, "I see you still can't stand up to my powerful feet!" I gazed back up at her in awe as always and felt myself weakly nod my head in agreement. Her beautiful face got closer to me with a wicked, yet charming smile as her hand decended towards my cage to let me out. Her giant, yet deignty fingers unlocked my cage and she opened her palm in a gesture inviting me to climb on. As I did, I was rushed up and vertigo overwhelmed my senses as she landed her hand on the table for me to walk on to.

I dizzily staggered onto the table and rumbles ensued as she turned and sat on the couch behind her. Her giant legs lifted her giant feet in the air in front of me as she placed them both in succession on the table before me with two mild thuds. "You know what to do my bug," she commanded. I did know. So without hesitation I began to clean and lick her giant feet as she pulled her phone in front of her face. Her giant feet seemed to loom over my entire existence. Her soles smelled of lotion, sweat and dirt in a wonderful medley of funk that turned me on as I worshipped and cleaned. "Mmmmm... That's my good tiny," she moaned in satisfaction.

After hours of cleaning her left foot, she wished to switch positions for her comfort. She effortlessly plucked me up by my shirt as she crossed her leg and placed me on her other, dirty foot. I could feel the wight of her glare as she stared at me with a smirk that I couldn't help but see above me in my tiny view. Her amused, smile seemed to cheer me on my tiny journey as I finished her sole and felt myself completely tired out. "Goddess*... I started to beg," may I please rest on your perfect foot for a while?"