Peter
The room was dark and quiet, with nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my head. My pulse was quickening with the anticipation of my session. I couldn't believe this was happening. Just a week before, my wife had found some material on my computer that exposed my fondness of taller women. Rather than becoming angry as I had expected her to, she actually proposed the idea of exploring my preference. She simply told me where to go and which room my session was in. I wasn't sure what to expect other than maybe a taller than average woman. Maybe over 6' if I was lucky.
The door handle jiggled that led to the room. I gazed over, excited to see who would walk through the door. Strangely it was a small woman... a very small woman. Even sitting in the chair I was about a head taller. Oh crap, maybe my wife mixed up what the stuff on my computer meant. Oh well, this could still be interesting.
"Hello there. Do you prefer Peter or Mr. Parr?" She asked.
"Um Peter is fine."
"Good. So Peter, what are your preferences for your session this evening?"
I was taken off guard and wasn't sure how to respond. I thought for a moment before coming up with my answer. "Um I guess a little domination and feet and ass. Mainly I'm just hoping the girl will be tall. Are there some tall ones at this place?"
The small woman laughed. "Of course we do. Your match will be here in a few moments. Please wait here."
She turned and walked back out the door. My imagination ran for a moment. I began playing with my tie as my mind wandered. I wasn't even sure how to behave in this scenario. Should I change? Do I greet her? Can I even touch her? I had so many questions that I had no answers.
As I thought for a moment, a small audible sound came from the dark side of the room opposite of me. I listened intently unable to see through the darkness.
"Hello Peter. I will be your...Goddess for tonight. My name is Wendy. I want you to walk towards my voice."
I hesitated for a moment but finally gathered the courage to walk in her direction. With each step I squinted to try and tried to spot Wendy but to no avail, I couldn't.
She kept repeating, "Keep walking toward my voice."
Her voice seemed to get louder as I got nearer. It almost seemed like it was on top of me when I ran into something...something that felt fleshy.
The light suddenly turned on and I found myself staring into skin. Shocked, my eyes began to follow the figure up until I met eyes with what must have been one of the tallest women in the world. Her height and gaze at me were both intimidating and arousing. My mouth was ajar and she tell I was in awe.
"Well Peter, I suggest you do what I tell you when I tell you. This session will only last a short while to you so let's get started. Start with kissing my ass."
She flipped around 180 degrees to reveal her beautiful rear end. She shook it a little to lure me over. I still hadn't got over how tall she was, but I walked over to satisfy her demand. Her ass was almost the perfect height for me and I treated it as such, burying my face into it and wrapping my arms around her hips. Her hands met mine on her front side and her fingers curled around my comparatively small wrists as she pulled my body farther into hers. Taking it a step farther, she used one hand to trap both of mine and then used her newly freed hand to push my head farther into her butt.
"Your tiny head fits perfectly back there. Keep working."
She continued to push my head into her ass but I was beginning to lose air. As it became harder to breathe, I began to resist more and more. Her strength outmatched mine and my mind began to race with panic. I pushed as hard as I could; simultaneously she let go of my head and hands, causing me to push myself to fall backwards and onto the ground.
She turned at looked at me, smiling down from her new powerful position. The look sent shivers down my spine and I wanted nothing else but to stand back up. However, my body remained frozen in place and Wendy wasted no time in taking advantage, placing her large foot onto my chest. She transferred her weight onto the one foot, causing the air to rush from my lungs. I immediately grabbed onto her ankle while gasping and flinching in pain.
"Can't handle all this woman, Peter? Am I too much for you?"
Not wanting to admit it, I tried desperately to remove her foot, but my situation only worsened when she decided to plant her other foot onto my face. Her warm sole smothered my face beneath her long arch. Besides the smell of her feet, the weight was nearly unbearable. Her full weight was on me and basically crushing me underneath. I fought as best I could, attempting to find any relief from her immense weight. Fortunately for me, she stepped off, allowing me to breathe again. I sucked in as much air as I could, knowing that at any moment she could resume this arousing torture.
"So Peter, that's all for today's session. I'm expensive and unfortunately for you, almost too expensive. If you wish to return, you might want to save up or even better, just love your wife. Bye bye."
I was so disappointed by the brevity of her visit, but yet so thankful that my wife had even thought to arrange this. As for now, I would just have to fantasize about the women I had just encountered.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
It's important to note that the story HAS already ended and that the chapters that will follow will be more like a collection of short stories from clients of the business Amy and Dave share. If you have any suggestions for a story, please feel free to comment. Again these are just for fun and won't add more to the storyline.
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