Timmy had seen the foot take Dante out and stepped up to its owner with a wicked smile on his face. But he froze when he followed the pink sock-covered foot up to a bare calf. The tanned, athletic leg ended in a pair of tight ¾ denim shorts, and further to a beautifully sculpted abdomen, flat against a tank top. The pre-pubescent boy’s eye lingered on a massive bosom, perfectly round and perky, struggling to remain in the stretched gray fabric.

“Can I help you?” a muffled voice reached Dante’s ears as the giantess’s foot remained firmly on his body. It was vaguely feminine, but tit was hard to judge because everyone’s voice thundered n Dante’s ears.

“Um … I uh,” he heard Timmy stammered, “I’m looking for a …. Well, a, umm …”

After a few more seconds of struggling to keep his eye up, the obese giant muttered an apology and rushed out of the library.

Dante had little respite however as the enormous leg that stood on him rose slightly, taking his sticky body along with it. The boy breathed in the mix of fresh, rosy washing detergent and mild sweat, trying to take in as much air as his little lungs could before the sole came down again, crushing him against the carpet. The giantess barely noticed the sensation of some miniscule object beneath her foot, and even then assumed it was just a stray pebble of something.

Dante screamed into the thick jungle of carpet as the tiniest bit of pressure threatened to splatter his body amongst the fibers, immense pain shooting through every inch of his body, his nociceptors roaring on the backdrop of creaking bones. With her head firmly focused on her books, the brunette subconsciously increased the vigor with which she toyed with her little victim.  Dante gasped in momentary relief as the foot lifted him off the ground for the shortest moment, before crashing back down freely and dragging back along the carpet. Mercifully, the force was enough to rip him off her sock, but he was still underneath it, and now beneath her toes.

Unlike the omnipresent, all-consuming presence of the ball of her foot, her toes only held him down lightly. Dante couldn’t make out the individual toes, but he could see that with her foot flat, the arches of her toes were high enough for him to lie beneath. His body was flat, held perpendicular to what he assumed was her big toe. Without warning, the giantess curled her toes, collapsing the powerful digits around the insignificant teen under them. Dante shook in agony as he felt his left shoulder pop out of its socket from the force of the movement, but before he could even dare to try to move it, the giantess’s heel rose and her toes flattened, crushing his body beneath them and forcing the humeral head back into its socket. The boy was in heel, his entire body aching and now drenched in sweat, from him and from her foot. It was becoming unbearably hot under her foot, and with no sign of an end in sight, Dante Hasarvana wondered if this would be his life now; a toy for whatever sadistic giant that came upon him. He relaxed a little, tired of fighting against the herculean strength of the unaware giantess’s pedal digits. He lashed out with both hands before going limp and awaiting his fate.

“What was that?” questioned a voice from the heavens, and with it, the pressure on him was lifted.

***

As soon as Talia awoke, she panicked. She found herself in a hellish cavern, pitch-black and slimy. What was worse, nothing seemed stable. The walls pulsed against her limbs and seemed to move irregularly, despite a regular, biphasic booming coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The tiny redhead tried to stand and found that the tremors that shook her world at regular intervals threw her down. As her head fell on an irregular spot and nearly sank in the thick, hot fluid that layered it, she thrashed about, throwing her arms this was and that to try to get up, to get away. Unfortunately, she realized that her movements had somehow angered the cave, as the pulsing of the walls became steadily more vigorous and the fluid swelled in volume. Talia froze dead, she remembered where she was.

Marcia O’Shannessey wobbled towards her office, having to work her way past student between classes. She was having a hectic day. After her call in the bathroom, she had had to sort out two missing substitute teachers, some incident in the library, and three parent meetings about their kids. The latest incident was about a regular troublemaker who the librarian caught masturbating in the bathroom. What kind of kids do we have these days? Still, Marcia couldn’t help but feel a little jealous; it wasn’t like she didn’t have needs. It was a Monday, but she was already feeling the stress and tension from a sex-less weekend. Perhaps she would go out tonight and try to settle that. Her frustration wasn’t helped by a pang of excitement from her pussy that threatened to make her wet herself. She instinctively stuck her index finger down and reached between her fat lips to fish out her panties, likely that cause of her arousal.

Unbeknownst to her, the colossal digit caught Talia unawares, pressing her into the vaginal wall and smothering her in the hot flesh. Thankfully, the tiny girl had the reserves to latch onto the fabric wall of the panties and was fished out with it in a single tug. Talia breathed somewhat fresher air as she emerged from the woman’s cunt, remaining trapped within her underwear. As the finger disappeared, and Marcia continued walking, the panties were quickly pulled tight against her crotch. Still drenched in her juices, Talia was sandwiched between the moist panties and the now sealed vaginal lips.

A door clicked and Principal O’Shannessey was at her desk again. As her titanic body shifted to sit down, Talia slipped ever so slightly. Whilst she was spared the full weight of the woman, the giantess’s nether lips came crashing down on her as she sat and pressed further on her as the behemoth leaned forwards. The lips parted slightly, and as Talia screamed and plead and prayed, her legs were swallowed up between them. She felt sick, a desperate, primal fear of impending doom, but there was nothing she could do about it. Suddenly, Marcia jolted forward on her seat, her crotch rubbing hard on the leather chair. Talia’s world went dark as she was once more thrust into the grown woman’s pussy, back into the steamy, sticky pool between her ginormous legs. Marci barely felt her as she dared not move lest she excite the beast. Instead she cried, her imperceptible tears disappearing in the sea of her Principal’s vaginal fluids.

***

Dante soared into the sky, still attached to the monstrous sole that had both saved him from Timmy’s torment, while simultaneously making him suffer as well. Now, as clear light and fresh air flooded his surroundings, he could clearly make out the soft pink sock he was almost glued to. Strangely, the tiny boy was thankful for how clean the sock seemed, despite the odor weighing in his nostrils. He knew that it could have been far worse. The giantess numbly crossed her leg over her other knee and peered down at the carpet.

Straining his neck upwards, Dante tried to see who this giantess was, but the curve of her toes was too great, and blocked his sight. He did manage to see a few stray locks of chestnut brown hair hanging down. Suddenly, the massive foot shifted and an angelic face gazed down at him from the heavens. Her hair was indeed long, falling beside her head to about midway down her back. Deep, rich sapphire eyes were fixed on him with a mix of horror and confusion, perfectly still. For a moment, she was still, barely breathing, until her full, red lips parted, and a hand shot over it to stifle her gasp.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice a sweet, soft melody.

Two fingers appeared before Dante and gentle peeled him free of her foot, applying only the slightest pressure and causing him no pain. She effortlessly brought him away from the limb that had caused him so much torment and carefully placed him on the book in front of her, withdrawing her hand quickly so as not to frighten him.

“Are you …. Are you hurt?” she asked softly.

Dante stared up at the seated goddess in her grey tank top. He had to almost lie on his back to meet her eyes, his own gaze creeping up a toned abdomen and enormous breasts that seemed to defy gravity in holding so firm and so high. Her face was somehow even more stunning, full of energy and cheer despite the concerned look she was giving him. He realized he was staring.

“Umm, yeah … I mean no,” Dante stammered, “I’m okay,” he finally concluded.

Her breasts wobbled as she sighed from relief, “Thank god, I thought I killed you. What’s the big idea sneaking around under my foot anyway?”

“I … uh … Well, you actually saved me I guess,” Dante started, taking a seat on the open page and gazed up at her as he began to explain what had happened. Before long he became aware that he was babbling, but surprisingly, the girl listened. Dante jumped with fright when she leaned forward but managed to continue when he realized that she was merely trying to hear him better, his voice too quiet even in the semi-silent library. As she leaned on her elbow, Dante could see a smooth, bare arm, tanned from a healthy life outside and ever so slightly muscular.

“I am so sorry Dante,” she breathed when he finished, “You poor thing, that must have been horrible.”

She reached towards him with her right hand, the enormous expanse of skin flew towards him, filling his sky. Dante tumbled backwards in shock and the hand stopped. She then curled back her tree-like fingers and reached with only her index. Dante stayed still as the digit hovered above him, as wide as he was and impossibly longer, but her touch was so gentle, so light, that Dante felt a wave of ease spread through him. She too seemed to relax and her finger pressed him a little more, she smiled.

“Sorry about that, I guess I must be kind of scary to you,” she observed, her green eyes sparking as a ray of sunlight reflected off them, still fixed on him. She withdrew her finger, crossing her arms as she leaned them on the table, her colossal breasts pressing against them as she did so, threatening to burst over the wide neck of her top.

“Why did you come back to school?” she asked, then immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything. It’s just … It seems like a really dangerous place for you.”

“I guess I didn’t really think about it that far,” Dante admitted, “I was just really excited to leave the house.”

“Aww, you poor thing,” she cooed, “You’re pretty brave.”

Dante blushed as her smile broadened and she took him in with her gaze. Suddenly he wasn’t a tiny human in the presence of a giantess. He was just a boy, taking to a girl that was way out of his league. Her face was perfect, her features soft and alluring. Her lips had the slightest pout, inviting a kiss, so far above him. He had had a girlfriend once before, but compared to the goddess who allowed him to sit before her, she had been nothing.

“I’m Allison by the way,” she said, cheerfully, “So are you a freshman?”

“Haha, it’s actually my last year,” Dante said, slightly embarrassed.

“Wow, okay,” Allison giggled, “Lucky for you I like older guys.”

For a 16-year-old, Allison was surprisingly knowledgeable, as Dante chatted with her about the book he was sitting on. He had never paid too much attention at school, and he found himself very quickly lost in her words. He contributed as well as he could, and even made her laugh once, for which they got a stern shushing from the librarian. For the most part, they were quiet anyway, with Dante’s tiny lungs barley able to project his voice up to the giantess’s ears, and Allison whispering so as not to hurt his. Dante was more than content looking up at the angelic, smiling face above him, her full, red lips, parted slightly as she spoke.

Dante almost feel back as a figure appeared behind Allison, looming very close and leaning in towards her neck. He didn’t know what to do, but Allison noticed that he had frozen in fear.

“Guess who?” sang a slightly twangier voice as the blonde giantess kissed Allison’s neck, the brunette closing her eyes and smiling rather than being surprised.

“Hey stranger,” she replied, tilting her head back and locking lips with her girlfriend. Dante just watched the unbelievable scene unfold as the two giantesses kissed, the blonde shivered a little.

“God, I forget how much I love that tongue,” the blonde giggled. Her face was fashioned carefully and highlighted bright blue eyes. Her lips were delicately rouged and her grin oozed arousal. Her hair was curled slightly and flawlessly golden. As Allison turned around in her chair, Dante took in the other girl in all her glory. She was gorgeous, with slightly smaller breasts than Allison but an equally shapely figure. Her flat abdomen showed below a light pink crop-top, drawing the eye smoothly to her waist, its form clear beneath a knife-pleated, floral skirt, just reaching halfway down her skinny thighs.

“Now how could you forget that? Do you need a reminder?” Allison whispered, which made the other girl smile broadly.

“I guess, we’ll see if I have time tonight,” she said casually, brushing her hair back with a hand, “What are you doing?”

The giantess glanced down at the book and instead of reading the page, went to check the cover. Dante tumbled onto the side as her deftly grabbed one face of the book and began to close it, to see the title. He scrambled to his knees and leapt off the page as the other half of the book slammed down with a thud that sent a shiver down the tiny boy’s spine.

“Emma! Be careful!” Allison cried, warranting another shush from the librarian. She pushed Dante away from the book with one hand, trying to protect him from it irrationally as she scooped him up. Dante was rolled onto the palm and pulled away from the table as both girls’ eyes were fixed on him.

“What is that?” Emma asked, her uncaring gaze laced with mistrust. Dante held her gaze and started to shake.

“He’s a student, and stop glaring at him, you’re scaring him,” Allison scolded, before turning to Dante, “Are you hurt? Just breathe, you’re okay now.”

“What is it part of like a community and service project or something?” Emma asked, giving Allison a look of confusion.

“No, he’s not, I’m just … making sure he doesn’t get hurt by careless people,” Allison shot, emphasizing that he wasn’t an object.

“Alright jeez, I didn’t know you wanted to fuck him!” Emma spat, looking hurt.

“That’s it, what is going on here?” the librarian hissed from behind the girls. Before Allison could hide him, she spied the tiny boy in her hand and snatched him up. Dante groaned as powerful fingers wrapped around him and squeezed him tightly in a warm, fleshy embrace.

“Ma’am it was nothing, can you give him back please?” Allison asked.

“You girls are making a lot of noise, so no, you can have your little, pet back at the end of the day,” the woman snapped, turning on her heel and walking away with Dante in tow. He couldn’t hear Allison’s protest as the librarian tightened her grip on the boy. Her steps were jarring, shaking him as her arms swung with each tap of her heels. They travelled for some distance before Dante heard a muffled conversation take place, something out a book being returned. He remained in the dark clutches of the librarian’s hand as she walked over to a step ladder.

Janet swore under her breath as she looked up to the shelf where the book had to go. Without really thinking what was in her hand, she lowered Dante down her leg and tucked him into the elastic band at the top of her thigh-high stocking. Dante was shoved roughly into the thin white fabric, pressed against her leg. Dante felt the abductor contract to stabilize her leg as she climbed the steps and he was smothered against the flesh by the unyielding fabric. He tried to struggle but his miniscule movements were barely felt by the 34-year-old giantess. She placed the book back and stepped off the ladder, adjusting her glasses as she walked back to her desk.

Having started at the school a year ago, the young woman had not thought she would end up a librarian. Like every keen reader and aspiring writer, she had wanted to get published, but it had just never worked out for her. She tucked her shirt back into the black pencil skirt before she sat down, sighing as she waited for something to happen. Janet was always able to finish her work quite quickly, but she was required to sit in the room until the end of the day and she often found herself with little to do, sitting alone in the library. She shifted her rear in her seat, bringing her legs together as she tried to get more comfortable, and inadvertently began crushing Dante between her thighs. He felt his body ache all over, his limbs trapped in her legs. He began to sweat, out of fear and from the heat, but the tepid moisture emerging from the

Soon enough, the students began leaving to get back to class at the end of lunch. Janet leaned back in her chair, bored out of her mind and ignoring the concerned look that the noisy brunette gave her as she walked out.