Emma tapped her finger as she stared intensely at a screen. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead while she bit her bottom lip. She was tempting fate by staring at the image on the screen. She knew that. If she just looked away and focused on something else she would forget all about it. Besides, it wouldnt even be releasing for another month. That was plenty of time for her to make the money necessary to place a pre-order.
But she just couldnt help herself. When she closed the store page on the screen she wanted to look at it again. When she put the tablet away she wanted to pick it back up and look again to remind herself that it existed. It simply would not escape her mind until she had her own personal copy secured.
Video games are so fuckin expensive. She thought to herself, clicking off the page again and closing her eyes. No matter which way she looked at it, or how she tried to spin it, there wasnt any way she could afford it. If she were to spend the money buying it then she could potentially be in trouble later on. Without, say, $20 in her account what was she supposed to do to settle out of court when she inevitably stepped on someones car? Or their home? Or their spouse? She needed that money to keep herself free from worry.
There was no way around it. She was broke, and needed cash if she was going to exercise her independence and buy the game herself. But, like many other giantesses, she wasnt particularly interested in putting forth a whole lot of effort forward to accomplish that. No, something
easy, was probably more in her wheelhouse. Shed tried more traditional jobs before, and they hadnt exactly worked out. Being hired by a mysterious entity to work as a succubus ended with a few thousand corpses and a pink slip, while a brief stint working in limbo left her unemployed shortly into her first day and a guarantee shed be spending eternity in hell.
Traditional jobs didnt interest her anymore, and she didnt want to take an overly long commute. Work that could be performed while sitting comfortably would be ideal. The requirements would be laughable for a normal-sized individual seeking employment, but Emma wasnt exactly normal. Standing hundreds of feet tall gave her quite a few advantages over most people. She just had to figure out a way to use that.
Emma stopped pacing and stood in the middle of sparsely-populated street. Pedestrians hurried along to avoid her, while vehicles swerved past her toes in hopeless effort to avoid being crushed by her idle movements.
Folding her arms, Emma closed her eyes, and tried to shut out the cacophony beneath her. She tapped her foot while thinking, and suddenly felt the unmistakable sensation of a car crumpling beneath her toes.
Inspiration struck like a runaway truck. Her eyes shot open, and she looked down to thank whatever shoddy driver had collided with her, only to find that her toe had overwhelmed the entire front half of the minute car. She slid her foot back slightly, noticing an unmistakable red streak being left on the street as she did so while a puddle was beginning to drip from the dollop of metal that had once been a working vehicle.
Emma rolled her eyes. The one time she finds herself interested in thanking a tiny and they selfishly got themselves crushed beneath her toe. Some people could be so rude. Then again, if her idea worked out coming off as rude would probably be a great asset. Maybe she should step on a few more just to get herself in headlines again before starting off? Assuming that didnt backfire, of course.
Alright everybody, listen up! Emma said, breaking her silence and clearing her throat. Then she raised both hands up to her face, cupped them around her mouth and shouted, I NEED SOMEONE WITH A COMPUTER TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME!
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The operation had been successfully set up! Not one for clerical work, Emma had thankfully discovered a miniature woman to serve as her secretary to ensure that everything went according to plan. And as an added bonus, the pretty little thing had even offered to work for free! The fact that Emmas third secretary was a bloody stain adhered to her sole when the fourth, and now current one was hired may have had something to do with it, but she wasnt about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Now she just had to wait. A quick visit to a nearby skyscraper provided Emma with a free desk and other bits of furniture that shed dropped into the middle of an open field for her secretary to work at. Only about a mile away from that desk was a recently-abandoned military base that had been graciously given to Emma after shed successfully convinced the higher-ups to let her have it. There was resistance at first, but after enough high-ranking people had splattered between her toes she eventually met one willing to call for the place to be abandoned. With a rather tall chain-link perimeter she would be allowed a good deal of privacy for herself and her clients.
Emma sat on the roof of a building she would never know the true purpose for as her secretary met with the client in the distance. From her lofty angle he looked like anyone else shed ever seen in her life
if it even was a he. She thought it would be rude to ask, but when the only thing visible is a very vague outline and the top of their head it could be difficult to tell.
Your first client is here, Ms. Emma. A voice crackled over the speaker set up inside of Emmas ear. He wants the FH Session. Thirty minutes.
Thank you. Emma shouted loudly enough for her secretary to hear. To the miniature man crossing that field the booming sound came as a shock, and he whipped his head around to see if there was something he should be aware of going on.
Hurry up
erm, bug. Emma began, clearing her throat afterward. That was a good line
wasnt it? Shed decided her new career path was going to be as a professional dominatrix. Her natural size lent her a tremendous amount of physical intimidation that would hopefully obscure her complete lack of familiarity with playing the role she was expected by her clients.
Faster. Emma ordered, pressing her toes into the hot cement beneath her while waiting for the now-scurrying little man to arrive. Or else Ill have to
kill your family. Yeah. She said, smiling to herself. That was the kind of thing a dominatrix would say, right? She certainly hoped so.
Please dont. The man said between catching his breath as he stood before the building Emma was seated upon. It was impossible to see her face beyond the shelf of her breasts, but his desire to remain closer to her feet kept him from backup to meet her gaze.
Hello. I
I just wanted to
you know, Miss Em-.
Emma leaned forward, her soft breasts flattening out against her knees as she haughtily stared down at the little figure watching her. Not knowing how to really start this career shed made sure the website her first secretary set up allowed potential clients to select what they were interested in. This meant she effectively had a cheat sheet in how to get someone walking away satisfied. Assuming her secretary was correct, this man wanted had picked the F and H options. Feet and Humiliation. Feet would be easy, but it was the H that she was already beginning to regret having her second secretary put on the website.
Very well. You may walk forward. Emma said, unknowingly adopting a slight pompous British accent as she spoke. The little man obeyed, until he was only a few feet away from a big toe half the size of his body. He stared deeply into the shiny mirror-sheen of Emmas nail, astounded by how well maintained it was. If he knew of the many hours and great sacrifice that went into making Emmas feet look extra presentable he may have been less impressed, but she wasnt about to let that fact slip.
Good job
mantis. Emma spat, before quickly transitioning into an overly smug expression. She was very proud of that one. If she remembered correctly, a mantis was a micro-organism, which meant this little weirdo would probably be super into that comparison. You may praise my big toe now. But if you dont do a good job Ill be turning you into a, uh
ring. A toe ring. To wrap around my toe. She added, leaning back on her hands to get a clear view of her miniature servant.
The tiny submissive wasted no time. He practically launched himself forward and slid his puny body between two of those tantalizing toes. His pale body shone brightly against the giantesss tanned skin, and he embraced the toe like a long-lost family member. It was clear even from Emmas elevated view that he wore a look of pure joy on his face.
The image was almost cute, in a way. Such a small thing gaining such obvious elation from something so simple. She had to admit that her heart fluttered just a little at the sight, and she was tempted to pull her bare foot away. Just lift it up and hover it over his head out of reach. Watch him jump and try to reach her toes again to express his love and devotion towards a giantess in this likely once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She could gently rub her dusty sole on top of his black hair and muss it while he groaned cutely.
Unfortunately, the gentle thoughts of indulging him were intensely overshadowed by her annoyance at the lack of any actual sensations on her end. She was never entirely sold on the idea of someone rubbing their puny bodies around her toes and tickling her, but in practice the sensations were so minute they might as well have not existed. If she werent watching him treat her feet like divine relics she wouldnt even know he was there. Was he just weak? Or were all humans that weak? She admittedly didnt touch them directly unless they were being trod upon, so this was an altogether new experience for the giantess.
Put more effort into it, mantis. She said, folding her arms in annoyance and watching the little things efforts heighten in an instant. This time the sensations were there but... they werent exactly enjoyable. A frown very slowly formed on her face as she questioned what was missing from this scenario. In her research for this session shed watched dozens of videos of tiny women having their soles lavished by worshipful hands and tongues and it appeared to bring them to explosive climax within a matter of minutes.
Surely they couldnt all be faking it. Could they?
You are useless, mantis. Emma said, sliding her foot forward and knocking her itty-bitty client onto his back. From his lowered perspective Emmas already massive form seemed to stretch thousands of feet up into the sky, and he could only watch in awe as she slid off of the military bases rooftop.
The earth shook as Emmas tremendous weight dropped onto the hard cement, instantly cracking it and sending a wave of dust rushing out from beneath her feet. The client looked to his left and right, seeing only immaculately cared-for feet far bigger than his entire body flanking him on either side.
His heart began to pound as Emma raised her sole far over him. After all, shed done nothing but complain about his lackluster performance so far. Was she going to crush him for incompetence? Hed tried his best!
Emma realized that simply presenting her feet and allowing her newly-minted servant to lavish praise upon them wasnt working for her. Shed need something more substantial, and knocked him over to enact her alternate plan. If he wasnt going to serve her needs in a satisfactory way then she would take what she wanted from him, and moved her bare sole over his body.
Dust and debris from the cracked cement rained onto the man, and he squinted his eyes shut to avoid being blinded. His breathing quickened as the sole descended from the heavens and sealed off all light, drenching him in an inky sea of shadows in the middle of the day.
Hows my little stupid doing down there? Emma asked, biting her bottom lip at her poor word choice. Humiliating someone was so hard! It would be so much easier if she could just just step on him. Or one of his loved ones. That would be humiliating, right? She shouldnt have listened to her third secretary. The stupid woman had convinced her that asking clients to bring a loved one along for her to torment was a bad idea, and now she was paying the price for her incompetence. She was running low on ideas that didnt involve converting this stupid little guy into a bloody painting on the canvas of her sole.
Do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or both, even? Emma asked, finally bringing her foot down and pinning the man. His face was the only thing visible between her spread toes, and he looked to be having trouble breathing as his hands sank into the sole of Emmas foot in a vain attempt to push her away.
I asked you a question. Emma said, grimly.
He had heard it, but wasnt sure how to answer. Was she coming onto him? Though rare, it was certainly not unheard of for a normal-sized person to enjoy the company of a giantess in a romantic way. His heart pounded in his chest. Should he be honest and say no? What would happen if he said yes? Would she ask for proof? Would she-
Emma applied more pressure with her foot, immediately forcing all the air out of her tiny clients lungs. In response he whipped his head left to right frantically, not knowing what to do besides answering honestly.
Rolling her eyes, Emma grunted in irritation. So much for that plan. All it would take is a couple snapped limbs for a little love interest to start shrieking in pain and her client would be so dominated. Instead she was stuck doing this the hard way. The dumb, boring, stupid, awful hard way.
Ugh. Emma spat out of sheer irritation at how this session was playing out.
Her clients heart sped up a thousand-fold at the sound. Hed gone from genuinely enjoying himself to fearing for his life in only a minute as Emmas mood visibly soured. He felt the need to appease her to spare his own miserable life at this point, but wasnt entirely sure what could be done. His worshipful praise had done nothing to lift her mood. Should he double down on that and try again? Or try something new?
While the man beneath her toes was spiraling into madness Emma was bored more than anything else. Even now as he desperately tried to plant submissive kisses on her bare flesh she was left with only an almost-imperceptible tickling sensation from his facial hair. It was the just as pathetic as all the other attempts at worshiping her thus far, and not even worthy of her attention.
Okay, listen up shithead. Emma said, sliding her foot back and cutting off all pretense at professionalism. This shit sucks real bad. Like, real fuckin bad. You paid some good fuckin money to get here so Im going to give you one last chance to prove youre worth
anything at all, really. I could get a better foot rub by scratching a roof mid-walk and Id get the added benefit of scaring the shit out of some people in the process. If you dont prove to me right now that youre worth sparing, then Im done with you and ending this session.
Though it was intended as a serious threat, Emmas exasperated statement had the effect of doing what all her previous statements had failed to do. To simultaneously drive the fear of God, or at least Emma, into his heart, and inspire him to try even harder to pleasing the impossible to placate giantess.
Now dont move. Emma said, carefully sitting down and placing her elbow onto the building shed been using a seat when the session began. A smile formed on her face as the confused man watched her feet slide more closely together on their sides. From his angle it was as if two enormous walls were closing in on him to spell his doom, but with a softer, more inviting aesthetic.
At least for a demented little foot pervert.
Emma rolled her eyes, flexed her toes, and waited. The man watched the walls of flesh move tantalizingly around him, then come to a sudden stop. Her massive soles were flawless and divine in his eyes. He took a step forward, reverently pressing a palm into the dusky sole now that he was in a safer environment. They initially didnt react to his touch, but after applying a bit more pressure he watched with wide eyes as the wall of flesh gave in ever so slightly. It didnt seem possible for something so big to have any amount of give beneath his meager strength, but he had seen it with his own two eyes.
In the blink of an eye he transformed into a frenzied beast. He leapt from his position and hugged his entire body into Emmas right sole. As she watched from above she again began to appreciate the aesthetics of an individual praising her so devoutly. He pressed his entire face as deeply into her warm sole as he could manage and took deep, adoring breaths with his nose buried deep inside. When he pulled away his face had a slight gray tinge thanks to the dust from the concrete rubbing off, but he didnt seem the slightest bit perturbed.
He moved up to her toes, and seemed to marvel at their size for just a moment. With great care he stepped up onto her smallest toe, and fell forward into the gap between her plush toes and sole. He fit snugly, and marveled at the sheer scale of such an enormous pair of feet. All Emma could do was watch and sigh once again. This still wasnt doing anything for her, even if her client was having a near-religious experience. Perhaps it was because shed never had anyone this close to her feet before that didnt wind up a crimson streak beneath them. That was what she actually craved right now, not this song and dance about how great she is.
The man attempted to use the giantesss toes like a ladder to reach the big toe over his head, but he was not adept enough of a climber to do so. His disappointment vanished in the blink of an eye as he jumped back onto the ground, and full-on sprinted to Emmas heel. His hands shot up and pressed deeply into the soft skin there, while he planted his tiny lips into the heel in deference to the giantesss superiority over his insignificant form.
Emma, for her part, had lost interest. She looked down at her fingernails, wondering if this was even worth it. Then she remembered what start all of this.
Yes, it would be worth it. The newest entry in her favorite monster-collecting franchise was looking mighty impressive, and she wanted to buy something herself at least once in her life. For the experience of it, if nothing more, as simply demanding things be brought to her was always so tiresome in its own way.
The client at Emmas feet moved away from her heel and back up to the ball of her sole. Whether it was out of exhaustion or simply because there was too much of such a massive foot to take in all at once he decided to simply sit down, and rest. His back leaned into the cushiony sole, and he snuggled into it like a warm bed, content with the experience the giantess had provided for him. He would definitely be telling others about this, and once he saved up enough money, there would certainly be another session booked in his future.
Times up.
Emma then pressed both her feet together, sliding the client forward so he was sandwiched between her soles. He was surprised for a split second, then Emmas feet crushed him like an insect between them, snuffing his life out in an instant. The pressure continued to mount afterward, as a series of quiet cracks escaped from between her soles, and a crimson puddle began to spread under her feet.
What a fuckin waste of time. Emma groaned, sliding her feet together and enjoying the sensation of crushed remains coating her soles. It was a shame that it seemed the only way for her to get enough force to truly enjoy a human body required her to pulverize them into a bloody paste. Little people just werent cut out for servicing giantesses, it seemed. She definitely should have advertised these sessions as being pleasurable for what she was into, and not so much the people who applied.
Sighing, she pulled her feet apart, watching as a thin strand of viscera connected her soles and snapped. Then, with an annoyed shrug of her shoulders, she climbed to her feet and stretched her arms over her head, enjoying the warm afternoon sun. This session had been a total waste of time, but at least it ended in an enjoyable manner.
And of course, more importantly, she had money now! When the release date hit she would be at the store with all the other fans. And theyd be so impressed that she was also a fan that theyd definitely let her cut right to the front so she could get the first copy! She could practically feel the shrink-wrapped plastic box in her fingers right now. Then she could spend the next several days playing her copy of-.
Thirty minutes are up, Ms. Emma. The voice crackled over her earpiece again. Finish up and have the client come to me so I can process his payment.
Emmas heart sank into her stomach.
What, uh, what do you mean? She asked, beginning the short walk over to the desk her secretary worked at.
Payment. The contract was for the client to pay after the session. You said it was because they would be so impressed with how good you were that they would definitely leave a, and this is your words, not mine, Giantess-sized tip if we had them pay after, and not before.
Emma could tell from the way shed phrased that statement that the woman hadnt appreciated her excellent pun, but more importantly, she knew that she was telling the truth. She spotted the tiny desk in the open field and continued moving towards her.
Are you bringing him with you, Ms. Emma?
Eh
sorta. Emma answered, looking back at the trail of red footprints she was leaving. She had completely forgotten about her scheme to chisel more money out of clients by having them pay after! Now that the man existed as an organic film adhered to her soles there was no way she could get paid now!
When is the next session? She asked, reaching the desk and crouching directly behind her minute secretary. Though the little woman didnt turn around she began to shake, knocking a small cap she wore on her head off and exposing a long head of black hair.
Erm. The little pale woman began, clearly uncomfortable with such a massive presence looming directly behind her. That was the only one
I mean. The only one so far!
Emma groaned.
Are, uh
are you interested in a session? Emma asked hopefully.
I dont think that would be appropriate, Ms. Emma. Her secretary answered, leaning over to pick her cap back up and replacing it atop her head.
Fine. Just. Gimme sixty dollars. Emma said, lowering her thumb and index finger next to the woman. Her secretary responded by frantically jumping out of her seat, digging into her pockets, pulling out a number of tiny bills and placing them on the pad of Emmas thumb.
I gave you eighty. F-For being such a good boss. She stuttered, sitting down right after.
Thank you. Emma said humorlessly, pinching her fingers together tightly so the tiny bills stayed in her grasp. Feel free to take the rest of the day off. With those words, she began the walk back to town. Shed need to deposit this into her official giantess bank account before she could use it, but with the extra $20 she could even pick up the collectors edition! Maybe this job wasnt such a waste after all!
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
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