"Welcome Mr. Hanley, I'm so glad my services appealed to you. What exactly can I do for you today?" Carla asked the gentleman sitting across from her.
She had noted his shorter stature as he had walked into the room. Being 6'2'' herself only made it more apparent, but it always made her feel like a goddess when she towered over men. That was only one of the many perks of being tall. She eyed the man who was dressed in athletic-casual attire with a white t-shirt and black athletic pants with some Nike trainers. He was clearly fit and she assumed he saw the sun a decent amount, noting his tanned skin. She was curious to see his body under that shirt, but knew she would in due time. She still couldn't believe the trust people put in her as a therapist.
"Hi there! Um, I thought I wrote down what I was here for. Did you not see the paper?" Mark asked, puzzled by the questioned.
"I did Mr. Hanley, but the first step in helping you involves admitting and discussing openly what we are here to fix."
He sunk into the large chair, his fingernails digging into the leather armrests as he gathered the courage to openly say his reason for being here. For some reason, saying it aloud felt like that whole word could hear it. His eyes looked up to her face, examining her features, which included her raised eyebrows and pinched lips. She was waiting for his answer.
"I...I'm here to uh, get rid of uh...my fetish for feet. It's become too much." He finally spit out.
"Ahhhh! Perfect! I know that's not easy to say aloud. Now that you've done it, let's get started!" Carla said excitedly. "Now my methods aren't conventional, but I assure you they work."
She lifted up her feet, trapped in her stockings and pointy-toed pumps, and placed them on his lap, wiggling them back and forth. As expected, he nervously stared at them, unsure of what her intentions were. She let his nervousness slowly transform into arousal, watching the bulge between his legs grow. She could feel his legs fidgeting, even elevating slightly to try and hide his growing election.
"Now Mr. Hanley. How does this make you feel?" She asked.
"Uncomfortable." He replied shortly.
"Why does this make you uncomfortable?" She followed.
"Because I just told you my biggest insecurity and now your teasing me with it."
She thought about it for a moment and completely understood his point, not that she cared. "Well, I want you to focus on your breathing, and being your arousal to a neutral state. Can you do that?"
He nodded, and closed his eyes.
"Here's some water too." She said, offering a bottle from the fridge.
He eagerly grabbed it and began drinking from the bottle. His hands were sweaty and his mouth was drying. Drinking something sounded blissful and he quickly chugged half of the water. He wiped his mouth and continued to focus on his breathing, noting her feet were still in his lap.
"Keep your eyes closed and just breathe." Carla repeated.
He did as she asked and focused on his chest moving up and down and the air exhaling from his lungs. With each passing second, his body felt lighter while the weight of her feet felt heavier. Such an odd feeling, he thought. His mind ran rampant with explanations and his erection quickly died down. It felt as though the weight from his lap had been removed and he was finally free.
Carla always enjoyed watching her patients shrink. The calmness that they created in their minds before awakening to a much more contrary reality was always entertaining. She left Mr. Hanley to breathe in and out for several moments after reaching his final height. Her dose varied as well as the reaction to it from person to person. People ended up anywhere between 10 and 13 inches typically with a few outliers on either side of that. She gauged his to be somewhere on the higher end of the spectrum, but couldn't be certain.
"You can open your eyes when you're ready, Mr.Hanley."
He took on final breathe and opened his eyes. The sight before him nearly made his heart stop. The world around him had grown to implausible proportions, including Carla, who sat motionless in her giantess state. He rubbed his eyes several times and slapped his face, hoping to break himself of the hallucination. His efforts were pointless and his reality never changed.
"Mr. Hanley, you are not seeing things. This is real. Welcome to our first step of recovery. Your size is very intentional. My methods, as I told you, are unorthodox. I now hope to transform your arousal into fear and repulsion." The conclusion of her words were accompanied by two thuds from her heels as they fell to the ground.
He gulped as the giant woman took a couple of steps in his direction. She stopped just before him, her shadow engulfing his tiny form, and smiled down at him. Mr. Hanley was given no time to react when a black stockinged foot, as large as he was, was lifted into the air above him before immediately crashing down. Her heel slammed between his legs while the weight of her foot pressed down on him, compressing his body into the softer surface beneath him. Her toes unforgivingly pressed into his comparatively small head, forcing his face beneath her toes. The scent of her toes wasn't exactly pleasant, having been trapped in her heels all day, and she knew that. Nor did her nylons didn't feel particularly great rubbing across his face, but his only defense left him slapping at the sides of her foot, hoping for mercy. For several minutes, Carla ground him into the surface of the chair, barely allowing him to breathe.
He finally had the opportunity to catch some fresh air when she lifted her foot up, resting it on her heel. Carla leaned over and pressed her fingers between her toes until tearing into the fabric. She then ripped the fragile surface open, freeing her foot from the stocking. He hadn't noticed it before but her foot was large, even for her height. Mr. Hanley gawked in terror as she wiggles her toes above him. Despite the torture, Mr. Hanley couldn't help but notice the perfection of her long soles.
"Let's see how much progress we're making?" Carla suggested, prodding his member with her big toe.
Sadly for him, it was completely erect; probably even more so than before. She left her toe over his manhood while shaking a finger at the tiny man.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Carla increased the pressure to his groin region, using her biggest toe. Her client immediately winced in pain and pushed back with all his strength. His hands were barely big enough to grab hold of her toe and surely wouldn't be able to change her will. She pressed down even more, causing him significant pain.
"You know, I forgot to mention this, but at your new size, your body can also withstand a much more disproportionate force. I can practically step on you without causing any permanent harm...only a lot of temporary pain." Her words were marked by an ever-growing pressure between his legs.
Mr. Hanley nearly blacked out when she finally relaxed her toe, giving his manhood a break. However his relief was short lived as her toes gripped around his ankle and drug him off the chair and onto the cold ground below. He scrambled to his feet and turned to see his therapist's next move. His attention was caught by the five black painted toes rocketing at him with unbelievable speed. There was no way to prepare himself as he harshly took a kick from the giantess, her foot connect directly with his torso. It felt like a linebacker with a jet pack hit him, and his body flew what seemed like 20 yards until finally smashing into the ground again and sliding a few more feet. He coughed uncontrollably and gasped for air which had been expunged from his lungs.
Carla didn't want to let up. She was serious about her therapy working, but she'd be lying to say she didn't enjoy small men squirming beneath her feet. In a couple strides, she stood over her patient, who was pancaked to the floor gasping for air in his crippled state. The pain must have been fairly excruciating, but in their shrunken state, her patients never walked away with more than bruises. Their resilience was actually quite remarkable, she thought, while placing her foot back onto Mr. Hanley.
His heart stopped as he watched her magnificent sole descend upon him again. This time he didn't even bother throwing his hands up as her sole approached. Her warm flesh molded to his body and his face was mashed into her upper sole, cutting off his air supply. She continued to add pressure, squishing his body against the unforgiving floor, furthering his discomfort. The torture last for several minutes before she finally let him breath.
"Kiss my little toe, little man."
Carla hovered her pinky over Mr.Hanley's face who began puckering his lips in anticipation of her smallest ped. She gently lowered it down until she could feel his moist lips pressing again her salty skin. Even then she continued to press down, forcing her toe past his lips and into his mouth. For a foot that was nearly as large as he was, her pinky toe was more than enough to fill his mouth. His hands quickly shot up in objection as she forcefully slid it further down into his throat. Carla bobbed it up and down, mocking a blowjob for the poor man. Mr. Hanley was no longer enjoying his time, with his hushed moans and periodic gagging as tears were forced from his eyes.
"Alright, now you're gonna need to open up a little wider."
She removed her pinky, now covered in spit, and repositioned her big toe over his mouth. This tactic always scared the shit out of her clients since the toe was basically the same size as their heads.
Mr. Hanley pleaded with the giant therapist, "No, please. I can't."
She paused for a moment, pretending to contemplate his plea. It was never realistic to actually put her big toe in his mouth, so she offered him an out.
"I'll spare you if you beg to massage my feet so that they don't squash you!" She demanded enthusiastically, mashing her big toe against his face.
"Please! Can...I...massage..." His muffled voice asked through the relentless torture of smothering, "...your feet."
"Good boy. Well I think my big feet wouldn't mind a little massage from you so...sure."
Her toes settled on his chest again, her nails staring at him in the bright lighting. Mr. Hanley couldn't help but notice the small imperfections of her feet. At his size, he could see all the grooves and slightly calloused skin on her toes. Although minimal and almost nonexistent, these imperfection were amplified by his close proximity to the massive digits. Her toes lightly pressed into tender skin on his pecs as she slid her digits upward, keeping her toes slightly spread. Her big and second toes parted ways below his chin and suddenly his head was gripped with such force that he thought his head might just pop like a grape. Her warm flesh pressed his cheeks together, and he could feel his body slowly being lifted into the air. His body bobbed against her massive sole as he floated through the air, his destination at the mercy of his captor. His stomach dropped as though he were on a rollercoaster when she released her iron grip around his head.
To his surprises and relief, it wasn't much of a fall, and he found himself lying on a cool leathery surface yet again. His view of her office became obstructed as Carla placed her two titanic feet to each side of Mr. Hanley. Rising to his feet, Mr. Hanley faced the task before him. Carla scrunched her toes, showing her impatience for her massage. Her black ominous nails reflected the light above with each scrunch. He took two steps forward and placed a hand on her sole just below her second and third toes, calming the fidgeting of her feet. His eyes barely overlooked the tips of her toes, but enough to see his therapist intently watching his every move. He stepped closer to her sole, lowering his other hand into her arch and leaned in, his cheek brushing against her flesh. Her scent was intoxicating, perking his arousal, but he was sure not step out of line and remained focused at applying pressure against her arch.
"Harder, little man."
He kneeled down, and used his leverage to use his elbow instead of his hand back into her arch. Clara could no longer see Mr. Hanley as he disappeared behind the mass of her foot, but she could feel his weak attempts pressing against her foot. She had never had a patient who actually managed to satisfy this request and he was no different. Taking her other foot, she leaned it over, and hooked it behind him, sandwiching Mr. Hanley in between. His body was wedged firmly against her lower arch to start, but using her foot, she drug him upwards, applying pressure to her entire arch.
Mr. Hanley couldn't breathe as he was forced up and down against her expansive sole. His face was practically exfoliating her skin as he was tugged back and forth against her sole. The lack of lubrication made his skin burn as it was rubbed raw.
"Hmm...so much better. Although I'm not sure you're having as much fun. So let's conclude our time together."
Carla roughly tossed him back to the floor. This was the climax of her session. The part that struck fear into the heart of her patients after all the discomfort she had caused. She bit her lip as she watch her prey scramble to look up.
"Sorry if this hurts, but I assure you it is necessary."
Before he could react, Carla lifted a foot and harshly stomped Mr. Hanley into the floor. Then she lifted it up before slamming it back down. And again. And again. And again. The sound of her foot slapping against his body echoed against the hardwood floors with each stomp. Clara could see his attempts to fight each blow weaken each time until finally going motionless.
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His eyes fluttered awake to find his therapist sitting across from him. Her legs were crossed, dangling her heel as they rocked back and forth. His vision was a bit blurry, his head hurt, and he tried to sit up when he realized his entire body was deathly sore.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Hanley?" Carla asked, while lifting a foot to place on his lap.
His body seized at the sight of her foot, pushing as far into the chair as he could. She lowered her foot back to the floor and looked at him with another mischievous smile.
"I think we're done here. Go ahead and check out with my assistant outside."
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Been awhile but here's a small addition I wrote up. Feet based, 12 inches tall.
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