Category: giantess

Thirsty Man

Posted 2 weeks ago by Francie

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He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”

He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.

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Tiny Clean-Up Crew

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I waltzed into my bedroom with cum pouring into my panties from the incredible fucking I’d just had. My dewy skin still glowed from the rush of orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to put my tiny clean-up crew to work. I could feel their little gazes on me from the jar atop my nightstand as I undressed. They are always so eager to please their Giantess.

Next, I lay on the bed and carefully picked up the glass jar. Inside, my four little clean-up crew men braced themselves so they wouldn’t topple over when my large fingers encased the glass and carried them to my tummy. All four were naked and stood only a few centimeters tall. I popped the lid off the jar and tilted it to its side. My micro clean-up crew scrambled out, each holding a rag or a small broom. My stomach must feel like an endless field to them as I lifted my legs and pried off my panties, watching them hurry to fulfill their duty.

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They say I’m an Amazon, a Giantess, and they’re not wrong. At six-foot-seven, I literally tower over most people in our world, especially the ‘Littles’ like my Dad. He’s not just short; he’s perfectly proportioned, just small. Like a doll-sized person. And in our world, women like me? We run the show. We always have.

I was supposed to be packing for university, dreaming of dorm life and lecture halls. But Dad was panicking. “Who’ll help me reach the top shelf, darling? Or drive me to the market? Or even get me up onto my bed?” He meant it. He really can’t manage those things alone. His little hands struggle with the steering wheel, and a standard bed frame is like a mountain. So, he made me an offer: stay home, and I’d be in charge. The house, the finances, everything. For an allowance, of course. A sizeable one. That clinched it. College could wait.

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Tinkering Trio

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My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels” →

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I awoke this morning with the strangest sensation – everything felt different. As I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, I realized with a start that my feet touched the floor without even dangling off the mattress. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around in confusion. The ceiling seemed much closer than usual. Perplexed, I stood up slowly and made my way to the bathroom mirror.

I gasped in shock at my reflection. Towering over the sink and toilet, I had to duck my head to avoid bumping it on the ceiling. My usual petite frame had transformed overnight into that of an Amazonian giantess, easily 12 feet tall! I pinched myself on the arm, wondering if this was all just a bizarre dream. But the sensation was real. Somehow, impossibly, I had grown to gigantic proportions while I slept.

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Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are sweet, and some are wicked. This Giant Mother is seven feet tall and knows how to make even the biggest man be her baby. Are you feeling overwhelmed and insecure about your day-to-day performance as a man? Sure you are; you don’t have to keep hiding.

Crawl over to your Giant Mother Felicity and find yourself lost in the world of days long gone.

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Tiny

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The sleeping giantess looked like a mountain of a Goddess. Tales had been told of her magnificent ass, but only a few had been brave enough to make the journey. When they first saw her, she was lying on her belly, arms folded under her beautiful face, and even though to her, her breathing was soft with sleep, to the tiny ass worshiper, it sounded like howling winds escaping the cave of her mouth.

Climbing up on the bed had been a hardship enough, but their journey was far from over. They wouldn’t be happy until they were kissing the flesh of her ass. It would take hours to travel up her powerful legs but they couldn’t turn back now.

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Tiny Little Pantie Pest

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You know the saying, “I’ve got ants in my panties?” Well, I have tiny little tic-tac-sized pests in my panties. It isn’t what you think, lol. No, I’ve been shrinking and collecting men to keep in my undies for my own pleasure. I have about six men in there now who’ve been blasted with my laser beam. They shrink before my eyes register the flash, and I must wear special glasses to find them afterward. Sometimes, they almost escape through the puddle of clothes left over from the sudden size change.

Once I’ve found the new little toy, I peel back my panties and add the little pest to my collection. I really love the way they squirm and crawl around on my pussy all day. The panties I keep them in are too tight for anyone to escape. The only way they are getting out of that hot, moist terrain is if I’d let them. And I’m never letting them out of my control!

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This blog is dedicated to “Client T”. One of the many things he and I love is fine jewelry. 

Whenever Client T and I go out, I pack my bag that he is in very carefully. I want him to be protected. 

Therefore, I grab my gradient purple, blue, and dark blue Chanel Calfskin shopping tote. Inside, I pack the bag with Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Chanel scarves for extra padding and comfort. I always want to make sure Client T is safe and comfortable when he rides in my purse. I take out so many belongings I usually have so nothing bumps him. 

First, I call Client T and me a private car to take us shopping. Once were inside the private black car. I take Client T out of my purse with my right hand.

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