Alright. I think its all ready! Emma said, smiling widely as she checked the screen before her. It had taken a couple of days of set up and a half-dozen discussions with lawyers about the
legality of what she was planning on doing, but it had all paid off! It may have been four in the morning but she was sure that it was all good already. Two tiers. $1 and $5. It shouldnt have taken her this long to do it in the first place anyway! Or maybe she was just getting a little grumpy since it was so late...
Shrugging, she shrugged her shoulders, and hit the button labeled SUBMIT. The next several days proved to be the most agonizing waits of her life. Her page was approved almost immediately but that was only the first step. Next she had to wait a full extra week for the goods to arrive! She was glad to have easily attained several dozen volunteers for the work that would need to be done, but then there would be time spent actually doing the work. Then-
UGH! She shouted, stepping away from the computer. Waiting was always the worst part of anything. Why couldnt they just invent time travel already?! She refreshed the page she had set up for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sure, she was satisfied with the large number of subscribers she had already attained, but that was the easy step. Looking down she smiled at her massive breasts and cupped them as best she could in her woefully inadequate hands, happy that the stupid things had paid off handsomely in this latest opportunity.
Then the doorbell rang.
Leaping from the chair Emma ran to the front door and was ecstatic to see a brown van drive away. Directly outside of the front door was a modestly sized cardboard box just waiting to be torn open! It had finally arrived! She could now get a head start on her latest and greatest career move
Content creator! The box was excitedly carried back to her desk where a litany of cameras and microphones had been set up. They were all focused on the rather small amount of free space on her desk that wasnt be consumed by her breasts resting onto the surface and her glowing computer equipment. She was ready to make her mark on the world and the rest of the internet as a whole. And the first item on the list was
an unboxing video!
ENTRY 1
unboxing.mp4
Thanks for subscribing!
First things first I have to stop and say a big hardy thank you to everybody whos subscribed to my Faketreon page. It means the world to me and Im glad that so many of you have decided to show your support for my endeavors.
All of you at the $5 tier are the real winners here, obviously. But it seems like SOME of my fans will do anything to save a couple of bucks. I get it, of course. Im not made of money either, and the promise of getting to participate in the making of the content instead of just watching it from behind a computer screen has to be enticing. Thats why all of you reading this now are my favorite fans. Youve all put in the extra $4 to show your Goddess how much you really care. Is it weird if I refer to myself a Goddess? Whatever. Ill roll with it.
So in this first clip your wonderful Goddess has received a package. What could it be? Well Ive got a good feeling I know exactly what it is but I think all of the viewers will be pleasantly surprised. I have, after all, been eagerly awaiting a visit from some of my $1 subscribers but they just havent arrived yet! Unless
no. You dont think? Could they be
inside of this very box?
As you can probably tell, Im a big girl. Eight and a half feet tall under normal circumstances which puts me head and shoulders over just about every single dweeb Ive ever encountered out there in the real world. And that my big ol boobs can crack a normal mans spine if I drop them carelessly enough. So this box that Im sure was so big and heavy for the weakling of a postal worker that had to carry it all the way up to my door is pathetically easy for me to manipulate. My big, strong fingers easily rip through the heavy-duty cardboard like its little more than tissue paper to reveal the treasures hidden away inside.
Its my fans! Dozens upon dozens of them! They cant be more than an inch tall or so, which makes my already huge body look even bigger. I cant help myself. I dip my hands into the box immediately and start scooping the little people up. Theres just so many! And even better, theres a relatively even mixture of men and women in here. I suppose the $1 price point for entry was just too attractive an offer for many to refuse! They wriggle and struggle between my fingers while I let them fall back into the box like I was digging my fingers through a bucket full of candy.
Speaking of candy
my stomach begins to rumble while Im looking down at them. Oh, how easy it would be to just pick a couple of you little things up to pop in my mouth right now. To feel you wriggle around on my wet squishy tongue before I swallow you down into my belly. With that in mind I plucking one of the little men out of the box, and bring him close to my face. Hes roughly an inch tall, but in my fingers hes pathetically small. Being in such close proximity with something so big sends him into an immediate, and violent panic. I guess fantasizing about being near someone as cool as Goddess Emma is a completely different experience from actually being there. Maybe he should have considered that before signing up.
I turn him around a few times in my fingers, enjoying the sounds of his struggles, and how he tries to break free. Of course, that was only my assumption. Maybe Im wrong, and what he actually wants is to get closer to me. That seems possible, right? Hed also be writhing around and wanting to get away from my fingers if it brought him closer to my soft skin, or full lips then, wouldnt he?
Theres no reason to give him what he wants, but Im nothing if not a merciful Goddess. I decide to oblige him and his poorly-communicated request. I bring my pinched fingers closer to my face, and nuzzle the little guy into my nose. He starts beating at my face with his little hands, but then he makes a big mistake. While flailing around one of his little hands slaps onto the lens of my glasses. It didnt hurt, of course. It wouldnt have hurt even if he had hit me directly on the eye with how fuckin weak and puny he is.
But his hands were moist. With sweat, Id hope and not something more offensive. Not that he would be forgiven either way, but when his hand pulled away and revealed a minuscule little smudge on my flawless lenses I may have lost my cool. No sooner had he been pulled away that I narrowed my eyes while focusing in on him.
He stops moving. Hes utterly terrified. Mortified at what I can do to him at any time. Scared of what it means to have pissed off the living incarnation of all his fantasies come true. Id like to think that deep down he was filled with excitement, though. Just beneath it all, eager to please me even if it means losing his worthless little life.
He doesnt have long to focus on that, though. All I have to do is apply the slightest bit of pressure to the pads of my fingers and thats it. His body is crushed into goo, and little bits of what used to be a man drip back down onto my desk. Seems like the little fuckin asshole just cant stop making a mess, can he? Unfortunately that means the clip ends shortly after, as I have to get a goddamn paper towel and wipe up his blood. Enjoy the first clip on my Faketreon page and theres more to come soon!
ENTRY 2
lookmanosocks.mp4
I may have made a mistake while filming that first clip. I was so caught up in the moment harassing and punishing the little guy in my fingers that I sort of forget about the rest of my little fans still inside of the box! I mean, I didnt forget they were there
I just didnt stop to consider that that they could probably see what I was doing! This clip was filmed shortly after the first as no sooner did I finish wiping up the remains of my first victim that I begin to hear the fans still inside of the box grow antsy.
Im not sure what they expected to happen after theyd shrunk themselves en masse and had themselves sent to me? Perhaps I could have been more clear in the tier descriptions
but where would the fun be in that. Everyone loves a surprise. Especially me! None of these little assholes are here to be my little servants, or pets. They wouldnt do a very good fuckin job at that considering how goddamn small they are. No, theyre my belongings. Theyre here to help me create content and Im ruthless in my drive to create new content for my $5 fans. The ones whove foregone a small comfort in their lives to see these very posts and watch these videos!
So its time to give the fans what they want. That first video? That was just a warmup. Unboxing videos arent what youre here for! Youre here to see some tiny people get crushed! Probably between my tits. But dont worry, therell be time for that later. For now Ive got one pair of shoes that I use every time I need to go outside. Some custom made
sneakers. I guess they dont really have a brand, since I cant fit in anything that would be called normal shoes.
Remember? Im really big! You should see my feet when I stuff them into some minuscule like, size 15 shoes. Pathetic. Who could ever have feet that small?
My shoes, though. These babies are
look. Theyre made for function, not form. Theyre custom made, but sneakers nonetheless. And theyre big enough to store more than a few of these little people still inside of the box. I dont want to waste them all just yet, but Ive got plenty to spare. Whats the harm in scooping up maybe a handful of them and spreading them out between my footwear?
First I take off my shoes, making sure to give the camera long, languid looks at my bare soles as theyre slowly revealed. Theres a light sheen of sweat coating them which was not admittedly unintentional. Unless youre into that, in which case I totally meant to do that, and all you have to do is leave a comment saying you liked it and Ill be sure to work up a nice sweat next time as well ;)
Regardless, my feet are really, really big. They gobble up the entire field of vision for the camera, and I wave them around, letting you, the viewer, know exactly what is going to be responsible for the crushing of so many of your fellow fans. The ones inside of the box can probably still only see the tops of my toes from their little prison, so they just think Ive ignored them for the moment. What a bunch of losers, right?
SO after showing off my soles for the camera a bit I finally drop my shoes onto the table, and dip my hands into the box. Despite committing an act of violence against them maybe only half an hour ago it seems like some of them are rather moving closer to my fingers, eager to be scooped up. The exact opposite reaction I expected, really. Maybe theyre eager to meet their demise as the first guy did, or maybe they just werent paying attention.
Whatever the case, its not hard to get a nice, meaty handful of humanity from inside of the box, and hover it over the opening of one of my big shoes. I had to be holding onto at least a dozen of the little people, and I try to sprinkle roughly half of them over the opening of each shoe. Not too high, of course. I dont want them to break on impact. Its my foot thats going to be doing all the breaking soon enough.
Oops! Is that a spoiler? Well, I suppose it was probably pretty obvious. I look down into the shoes from above and give my future insole stains a small wave goodbye. Some of them cheer up at my face from above, while some are crying out in protest. This isnt what I signed up for! one of them says. As if that piece of knowledge was going to change my mind. Like, at all. Seriously guy. Get with it.
Things get a bit awkward from here as I have to detach the camera from its stand to move the shoes back to the floor. I drop them onto my carpet, and theres a great view of my toes grabbing and pulling at the fibers around me while the little people inside of my shoes are jostled around as if theyre nothing but little playthings.
Which, I mean, they are. Little toys for me to break and pop as I see fit. But some of them are still in denial!
Before I slip my foot in entirely I only bring my toes up to the mouth of the shoe, and let them hang over. I can tell at least one of the little womens faces goes pale white at the sight, and runs deep inside of the shoe. Probably under the assumption that it was the place she was most likely to survive. As if I would ever let any of my little playthings survive? Thats not what gets me- off. I want to feel these little bodies squish and pop as I slide my foot in, and thats whats going to happen no matter how much she fights against it.
I dont do anything immediately, of course. I dont have to. Like Ive said already, Im a big girl. These shoes may be custom made
but theyre also quite old. And Im still a growing girl so they dont quite fit properly. On a normal person the toe of the shoe would allow for a bit of wiggle room, but for me its just a cramped corner. Shes as fucked as the ones hanging near the heel, hoping I pull them out after getting a few shots of them struggling against the worn insole.
Once I slip my toes inside the mood changes abruptly. The ones who had already discerned that I had no care for their safety began to fight back. Tiny hands and fists beat against my toes and soft sole, and to their great surprise they actually find themselves making some progress! Tiny as their little fists are they find that my skin is still soft enough for them to dimple it with their puny blows. And in exchange they get the great honor of touching the bottom of my feet with their bare hands. They are truly blessed.
Their attacks are pointless, of course. It may feel to them like theyre making progress in attacking such a great force, but none of that actually hurts. A quiet giggle slips from between my lips as theyre doing little more than tiring themselves out while I gradually force my foot into a pair of shoes that are far too small for my big feet.
The effect is nearly immediate. Bodies are pinned under my sole and dragged along the insole as my foot slides further inside. My toes wriggle deep inside of the sneaker making ominous bulges in the material for the camera, and deep inside of my right shoe I can feel the little woman whod been hiding. She tries to curl herself up smaller into the toe to avoid the inevitable, but theres still a bit more of my foot to squeeze inside!
It doesnt take long before my toes are pushed all the way inside of the shoe. I make sure the mics are turned up to maximum sensitivity so the pleading cries are silenced with a wet SQUELCH as I finish putting the shoe on entirely. I wave the shoes around for the camera a bit more, enjoying the warmth of the former bodies that had collapsed under my feet for little more than a few views!
The last few minutes of the video are kind of embarrassing, but taking these shoes off is really hard. I should get a new pair made
but that would cost more money than I have
so thats what this Faketreon page is for! Let me know in the comments what kind of shoes I should get next!
ENTRY 3
neededmoresalt.mp4
Im Hungry
How are you guys enjoying the first couple of videos? I suppose its probably too early to expect any comments or anything cause it hasnt been very long but whatever! What matters is that its time for the next thing. This one was filmed the day last two. I wanted to let my tiny fans stew inside the box for a night, and ponder their future. I technically pulled them out of the box and dropped them into a much more camera-friendly clear plastic container
but I didnt think to film that so Im sorry about the continuity error!
But who cares about continuity when theres content to be created, right? Ive got everything set up and a very expensive heat lamp shining right into the box. I wanted to make the little people inside sweat a bit and make their conditions a bit harsher. Because I havent had anything to eat since I opened the box yesterday, and Im getting a little hungry. If you know what I mean.
You know what I mean.
And sure, I could have just plucked them out of the box and eaten them. Tossed them into my mouth like little pieces of popcorn. Maybe given a couple of them a gentle kiss before sending them down my throat to just thrash and writhe in my stomach for a bit. Feel how they massage my throat from the inside. Bring the mic closer to my stomach so you could hear them struggle and scream through my skin. And maybe even give my soft belly a few pokes after just for good measure.
I could do anything I wanted to them, but that just seemed too easy. While eating them normally would be fun in its own way, I wanted them to want to be eaten. Thats what the heat lamp is for. Get them a little toasty, maybe even put them on the verge of dehydration, and then offer them refuge. A refreshing, sticky trip inside of my mouth and down my throat. Why, my stomach would be more akin to an oasis for my little fans. They would consider it a great privilege to slide between my lips! Some probably would have been eager to do so without needing the lamp to preheat them, but theres no way of filtering those people out beforehand so they all had to be warmed up.
And now its time for the moment of truth. I lean over the opening above the box, and open my mouth to let them see the inside. I want them to know what I plan on doing. Of course in the process my big fuckin tits accidentally press into the clear wall surrounding the box, so a number of them naturally start to gravitate towards my chest and press their hands into the plastic as if they could will themselves into groping me.
Some will get to be there eventually, but its best to keep these clips on one topic and Ive already made all the preparations for eating. And Im really hungry. I need them to be aware of whats going to happen, so I shove the lamp out of the way, lean over the top, and stick my tongue out. It takes only a second for the saliva to pool on my tongue and begin sliding towards the tip. Its hard not to smile as I watch the little warm, clear droplet fall from the tip of my tongue and onto the head of a frail blonde man.
In an instant hes apprehensive about such a big glob of saliva running over his head. But almost immediately he relaxes, and begins to rub it into his skin which had turned a healthy shade of pink after his time under the lamp. The tiny little fans have such cutesy high-pitched voices that its hard to make out exactly what theyre saying, but Im going to assume it was something along the lines of, Thank you Goddess Emma. I hope more people like favorite and subscribe to your videos.
But he wasnt the only one who had suffered under the heat of those lamps. Only a few seconds later some of the other people around him take umbrage with the fact that he got some liquid relief. Those nearest him scoop up a big handful of the clear liquid off of his body and splash their faces with it as best they can considering how thick the liquid is.
You get to watch all the action unfold as a tense several seconds change the scene inside of the box entirely. Soon enough fights are breaking out as some of them want some of that precious spit to cool themselves off with. Others are probably just really fuckin horny, and want a piece of myself to help them.
What a bunch of fuckin weirdos.
But this isnt very fun for me. And it is me who matters here, so things need to be spiced up. I scoop up a small handful of them, taking no more than half a dozen out of the box. Some are panting, some are still slicked with sweat, and at least is clutching the small bit of saliva shed managed to take from the blonde inside of the box and rubbing it into her face.
Cute. Weird, but cute.
But I was hungry, and I had a handful of squirmy little snacks so what was I waiting for, right? Taking a deep breath I open up my mouth wide, and let my tongue lazily loll out onto my palm. It wasnt intentional, but in the process of doing so I exhaled a little too hard, and nearly knocked the one closest to the edge of my palm away entirely. Luckily all of my future snacks manage to survive, and they look to one another as they seem to question whats going to happen next.
Obviously there would be a great deal of danger involved in willingly entering my mouth. But they had been so thoroughly heated from their time under the lamp that they werent sure they were bothered by that anymore. A brief meeting was gathered as tiny chairs and tables were pulled up to hold an informed discussion about what to do.
Nah, Im kidding. Theyre too fuckin stupid to think about anything like that! All at once the six of them rushed to the glistening tongue set out onto my palm. I couldnt see much of this from my own angle at the time, but in watching the footage later I got a clear view of them trying to cool themselves off using my mouth. Two were nuzzling their little faces into my tongue, while another one just ran full on into my mouth and left the outside world behind. And one little fuckin perv even takes the opportunity to make out with me by kissing the very tip of my tongue with her little mouth!
But its already too late. Its time to admit Ive eaten more than a few tiny people in my day, but the warm toastiness the heat lamp had applied to their skin just made them taste so much better! Literal seconds passed between their bodies making contact and me choosing to tilt my hand towards the open mouth.
Those who stayed behind lost their grip immediately and tumbled over one another. There was no escaping the gravity as one by one they plopped onto my tongue. I move closer to the camera to make sure I got a good angle cause I couldnt exactly film this more than once! Once theyre all inside its time to show off something Ive been practicing specifically for these videos. Keeping my mouth wide open the entire time I make sure to carefully undulate my throat, sending them all down at once.
And the camera captured it all. Took me weeks of practice to get open-mouthed swallowing down, but I did it! And it felt great! Almost immediately the mic is brought closer to my throat to listen to the meaty bulges sliding down my neck. I swallow another mouthful of saliva to aid the process as their slightly salty touch had stimulated me a bit, and I keep the camera tracking the tiny bulge until it vanishes between my tits.
Then I just leave the mic next to my stomach. I want to hear them in their final moments. Its muffled, and interspersed with audio of my tummy rumbling, but Im sure itll be enjoyable. At least
well, this is the part where I kind of fell asleep. So you do get to hear the whole thing, but then it just bleeds into about two and a half hours of me napping on the chair. I didnt get a good nights sleep the day before! I was too excited to film more videos and-
Whatever. I didnt know how to crop the extra part out, so you can just enjoy the view of my stomach rising and falling as I nap for a bit. If someone wants to help me out by editing the video down just send me a PM!
ENTRY 4: BOOB CRUSH
tigolbitties.mp4
How Many of you Signed Up Just Hoping to See These?
Ive been learning how to better use this new movie editing software and I swear Ill get around to editing that previous video eventually. I know no one cares because nobody offered to help out but improving my workflow is definitely something I want to get better at so whatever. Fuck you guys its time for the next video and this is the one youve all been waiting for.
Thats right. The boobs finally come out to play in this one.
I mean, Im sure feet are still plenty popular but I already did an in-shoe thing and thats close enough, right? So here Im going to focus on using these big honkin milkers Ive got resting on my chest for some good. Even for my size its pretty incredible just how big and heavy my tits are, and how much impact they carry. Ive weighed them before, you know. Theyre each about 50 pounds (Remember? Im over 8 feet tall!) and no, I will not tell you how much the rest of me weighs now that you know that much.
But 50 pounds is more than enough to crush the little people Ive been spending so much time with recently, isnt it? See, I made a little bit of a mistake in the last video. Turns out while I was filming all of the stuff with the heat lamp I kind of forgot to turn it off. Just pushed it aside. I didnt dry myself out or anything, but it did make me sweat quite a bit in the upper torso region while I had been napping.
So the first thing that happens in this clip is, obviously, making myself a bit more comfortable. And that means grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. Naturally this is easier said than done as my stupidass tits seem to enjoy trying to weigh the entire thing down in the process. Of course, its little more than an annoyance to me. Pulling a hundred pounds over my head with a little bit of fabric? Too easy! I bet none of you weaklings watching this could manage something like that.
When I eventually get the shirt past my chest they flop down so fuckin hard and heavy they slam into the desk, making the entire thing shake violently. My big, soft tits are just on full display for the rest of the little people trapped inside of the plastic container, and they get an up close view of them thanks to the wall separating myself and them. Theres even an audible gasp when my boobs hit the desk from the little fucks inside! Its so fuckin cool!
For a moment I just sit there. Letting you just take them in. Seeing how big, round, and pliant they are. Looking at how the thin sheen of sweat glistens on my skin, making them sparkle like valuable treasures. I even take a moment to tweak a fat, brown nipple between my thumb and index finger. Really let everyone inside of that box know that Im not only unperturbed by the casual nudity on display, but actively enjoying it.
Of course, I cant just sit there and let the crowds gawk at my tits forever. No, I brought the girls out to have some fun with them. Fun at the expense of a couple tiny little lives, of course. I push the box a little closer so my boobs flatten out against the front, and reach inside yet again. I guess that the sight of a bare chested giantess right out of their reach has quite a different effect on the little people than the implication of going inside of a shoe as the ratio of people fighting to reach my fingers this time is even higher than it was before.
It only takes a few seconds for me to scoop up one lucky volunteer. A dark-skinned man with short, black hair. Hes whooping and cheering as hes lifted away from the box and his little tiny arms wrap tighter around the tip of my finger while Im pulling him away from the excitable crowds below. The temptation to crush him in midair and let his remains drip all over everyone else inside of the box remains strong, but I restrain myself. I already popped a dude between my fingers, after all. And this is the boob crush clip! Ive gotta remain on theme!
So I bring him up over my chest, which is still laying out flat on the desk. He looks down expectantly, as if hes unsure if he should be waiting for me to drop him onto my boobs or if he should attempt to free himself. Its cute that even while hes about to experience something he so clearly desires there remains an intrinsic fear of the giantess holding onto him, and what Im capable of.
I decide to bring him down myself. Onto the same nipple I was tweaking moments prior, actually. He drops onto the firm nub a little bigger than he is, and tries to stand on his own two feet. The surface of my boob is far too soft and squishy for this to work, however, and he winds up falling face first into my nipple. His tiny hands grab onto the skin, sending electric tingles through my chest, and Ill admit I lose control for a little bit.
Sadly, given our relative sizes, losing control for even a moment means that I give my nipple another tweak. He squeaks in protest for a split second, before a muted crunch that the mic could only just barely pick up is heard. I smile down at the people in the box after, and gradually pull my fingers apart.
Theres no mistaking what happened. The man whod just moments ago been with them had been splattered effortlessly. I rub his remains into my tit a few times. It doesnt take long before even the red smears gradually rub away, and its like he never existed at all.
But the people inside still dont know what to do. Theyre confused. Was I taunting them? Was he going to be the only victim to keep them in line?
Of course not! I answer the question hanging over all their heads nonverbally by reaching another hand into the box. Surprisingly theres still quite a few of them fighting to get into my hands this time, though the majority are terrified out of their minds now. Its a bit more effort on my part, but I manage to get a nice mix of the two and pull a full handful of tiny little bodies out of the box. They squirm and wriggle and try to fall out of my fingers to land in the relative safety back in the box, but they dont want to injure themselves prematurely.
With my free arm I gradually separate my smushed-together boobs, leaving a small valley between them. The handful of little bodies is sprinkled into that cleavage, losing their minds the whole while. Tiny hands and feet fighting against my bare skin is an exciting sensation and I cant help but shiver violently.
But the foreplay is over. At this point the videos been going on for about 20 minutes so I have to wrap things up. I bring the camera closer to the throngs of humanity trapped between my tits, to really get a good look at them. Then I pull back, wave goodbye, and blow a kiss to the camera, before mashing my boobs together quickly.
A geyser of blood shoots out from between my boobs from the intense pressure so suddenly that it instantly smears into cameras lens. Though obscured, you can still get a slight glance at the mess all my little worshippers left behind before I admittedly say, SHIT! and turn the camera off the clean the lens.
I hope you all enjoy this clip a lot because I had to go buy a replacement lens after filming it. And can you believe how pricy those things are? Of course, only the best is expected for my followers, and I know that when I finally get some youll all be very appreciative of the effort I put forth into making sure this stuff is great!
ENTRY 5
Lookuponmeandtremble.mp4
Praise and Worship
I meant to film another clip yesterday but
things got a little rough. Sammy showed up and the two of us went on another great adventure that I am probably not even legally allowed to go into. So I wont! And because its not important. I bet you guys dont even know who Sammy is! Ive been hanging out with her for a while now and-
Wait. None of thats important. No, what matters for the context of this clip is that I had a very, very busy afternoon. One that involved a lot of physical exercise and after a long hard day out in the real world (while wearing a mask, of course!) my feet are rather hot and tired. Luckily, Ive got a box full of volunteers willing to do quite literally anything I ask of them!
Well
maybe not willing, per se. But that doesnt matter when theyre less than 6 inches tall. Thats my rule! That means these little 1 inch assholes arent even fully sentient, and their feelings on
anything arent worth considering. Theyre more akin to those fish that will eat dead skin cells from your feet. You know the ones.
Sadly, my little servants cant operate underwater, so theyll just have to deal with the heat and humidity Ive accumulated inside of my shoes while out all day. I swear theres actually a visible puff of steam released when I pop my bare feet out of my shoes, and drop them onto the desk. Not even a second passes after my feet hit the table that I suddenly see the outer wall of the plastic box fog up.
Like that in-shoe video I take a moment to let the camera linger like this. Not too long, though. If you want more shots of my big huge people-crushing feet then you can check out that in-shoe video as I let the shot linger for a lot longer there.
No. This clip is all about the action. These little people have gotten plenty of good opportunities to gawk at my feet, but theyve had surprisingly few opportunities to, you know.
To worship them.
Theres no finesse to my actions this time. My feet are hot, sore, and tired. I want relief and I want it now. Once again a full handful of little bodies is scooped up, which is easier said than done. I wanted to keep my feet in frame at all times which meant I had to lean forward to get them out of the box, but my stupidass tits just kinda flattened out against my knees so I couldnt quite reach and-
Whatever. Dont let that awkward minute ruin the clip for you cause the rest is great! Embarrassing shot aside, I easily manage to grab a handful of my little playthings, and hold them up over my bare feet. Just holding my hand over my feet lets me feel the warmth radiating from my skin. I wordlessly drop the little fuckers onto my toes. Some manage to land on top, and cling tightly to my dusky skin for safekeeping. Others fail to stay on top, and instead tumble to relative safety directly between my toes. Their little bodies are really, really ticklish there and it takes considerable effort on my part to not simply clench my toes together then and there and crush them.
Most, though, just fall. They hit the top of my toes, roll off the sides or down the front, and make the long drop down the length of my sole. Then they land in a pile at my heel, directly in the shadow of my towering soles.
Worship, bugs. I said. Cliché dialogue, sure, but people seem to like it. And more importantly, it works. Its a simple, unambiguous command. It shows I view them as insects, and theres no question what I demand of them now. Its enough to spur the little useless things into action. The ones on top of my toes immediately drop to all fours and begin to kiss and lick at the warm, sweaty skin. They dont seem to mind the heat one bit, though they do have to occasionally stop what theyre doing to wipe sweat from their brow. As for whether that was my own sweat or theirs Ill never know, but Id like to think my presence is so powerful that just being near my toes marked them with a little bit of me.
The ones at my heel werent doing nearly as good a job. I suppose it just comes from the shape of feet in general, as they gathered around the heel and rubbed it in unison. The shots are pretty fuckin nice, as you get to see their tiny little digits press into my skin which is still so soft even down there that you can see them make progress. It doesnt feel particularly interesting, though. So heres a fair warning to any of you viewers who might wish to join one of these sessions in the future. Try to stay on top of my toes if I sprinkle you there.
Or better yet, try and make sure you land between my toes. As its those little ones that are clearly the most effective. I can see how my sweat has beaded all over the bodies of the little ones whod managed to cling there. Again with my very presence being so dominating that it overpowers them thoroughly.
But more than anything, its kind of cute. It makes me regret killing all the tiny little servants Ive killed so far. Watching them work to the best of their abilities by kneeling between my toes and kissing the soft skin there is really something special. It even melts my cold, hard heart. I can see at least one of the little women is making out with the side of a toe, embracing it like a lifelong lover and hugging to the best of her abilities. Which isnt very good
but its the thought that counts, isnt it?
I dont know. This whole experience is making me question things. To the point where I decide not to crush these little people in the end. Thats right! After a solid fifteen minutes of foot worship while I gently observe from my sitting position, I decide to pick up my little servants and drop them back into the box.
Theyre covered in sweat and smell like feet, but that only makes them instant celebrities among those who missed out on such a great opportunity. This was an interesting experience. Let me know if youd like me to do more videos like this!
ENTRY 6:
oopsididitagain.mp4
Back on my bullshit
Well, that didnt last long.
There I was, watching my little subscriber base mingle amongst each other after filming the last video. Theyre cute, you know. I can admit that!
But
it also kind of started to really piss me off, you know? After all, how was I so effortlessly able to amass an easy hundred subscribers at the $1 tier, but not a single fuckin person wants to join at $5? What the fuck is up with that, right? I feel like theres some sort of karmic justice that has to be meted out, and who better to be the target of that than my $1 fans so potential future $5 fans will get to watch.
And youd think maybe Id take my anger out on that in some other way
like soccer. Or playing video games. Maybe while a procession of tiny subscribers cycles between my feet, my tits, and feeds me grapes. But, honestly, that sounds really hard to film. When the ingredients are a box full of subscribers and a stand without a camera man I cant exactly do super dynamic scenes like that. And makes me wonder if maybe thats why Im not able to bring anyone in. That, for whatever reason, the viewers just arent showing up because they want to see something with a more interesting angle! And I am but a humble public servant, bringing you the best lewds I can with my huge self.
So I drop the camera to the floor, and let it get a really great view of the front of my toes for a minute. I look positively gigantic on a normal day but from this low of an angle Im an absolute colossus. I decide to pause there for a bit and wiggle my toes around, really give you some premium tiny-pov shots. But thats not the point of this video, so that only happens for like a minute before I tilt the camera up using a bunch of old socks, and then move the entire plastic box itself.
I had this whole setup ready. Two chairs situated nearby with a little bit of space between them. Just enough to rest my little plastic box into. Its not the most stable thing, but the important aspect is that you can see the bottom of the transparent container. Thats going to be important in a minute because I step onto one of the chairs.
Its obvious whats going to happen now. The little people were wailing and crying as soon as their box was moved, as they knew that couldnt have been a good sign for them. And when I stepped onto the chair they had a feeling that the box was going to be their grave.
They were right.
With agonizing slowness I raised my right bare foot over the box. Each of my feet is so big that I could easily wipe them all out in less than ten seconds if I so chose, but I wanted to draw this out. I had, after all, a solid ten minutes more video to film if I wanted this to be a nice, meaty, substantial clip.
So I bring my foot down. Not so quickly that I immediately splatter everything underneath, but fast enough that not all of the little ones are able to escape the shadow of my foot. In a manner of seconds I have a dozen little bodies trapped under my sole, and I can feel them. I can feel every little bit of their bodies. The tiny fingers and toes digging into the bottom of my sole. The little cries for help vibrating around my skin. Even their little hearts beat so very quickly as they found themselves in a situation most unenviable.
And I dont care about any of them. I never have. I wont remember a single thing about them and what little joy they brought me by providing a nice squishy sensation underfoot.
But Im getting ahead of myself. First I bring all of my weight down on that foot. And I weigh a lot. Enough that I can crush a normal-sized persons skull under my foot if I push all my weight down. Dont ask how I know that. So stepping on a handful of insect-sized people is trivial to crush. I could literally do this in my sleep and not even be roused from unconsciousness.
Bones crack, bodies pop, and final cries for help go unheard. Before, in unison, a dozen bodies just make a quiet, muffled, pop! A deep, murky red puddle spreads all over the bottom of the box a second later, and the camera catches their every final moment in excruciating detail. How their bodies were embedded into my soles in their final moments. How they prayed and hoped that I was just kidding, and would pull back at the last moment. And how they continued to twitch for a couple of seconds after their lives had ended and before they were crushed beyond recognition.
That was just one foot, however. My left foot was eager to join the party, and though it would be a tight fit I was sure I could make it work. Almost all of the remaining space was taken up as I crammed my left foot into the remaining space, and I can hear the entire plastic box creak as it struggles to accept my full weight in its precarious position.
Its of no consequence, however. The fight doesnt last long and my final remaining $1 tier fans are all squished under my bare feet. At least, from what I can tell. There were a number of them that had made it between my toes or only halfway under a part of my foot when I stepped down, so there was only one way to be sure.
Maneuvering around with what little space I had I started to march in place, making sure that not a single body went untouched. They all have to experience the full, crushing weight of my toes at least once before I move on. Naturally my feet start to slick with all of the mess left behind, and the views from below are utterly spectacular when I finally decide to step out of the box and you can see the perfectly shaped muddy footprint left behind.
Ill admit. Watching this video back did make me a little bit excited. For the most part, at least. In the last few minutes after Ive finished all the work I move to step out of the box, but the combination of how slick my soles are and how strained the box already was end up in disaster. I sort of fall out of my position and land onto the floor with a really, really LOUD thud.
Now that Ive learned how to edit these videos I would have cut that embarrassing part out, but
well, it did give a really great angle on the bottom of my feet while I lay on the floor, and my ass looked spectacular. Consider it a bonus, and maybe next month Ill actually use some of my subscribers in that way. For now Ive burned through all my $1 tier fans, so tune in next month for more.
Entry 7
CLOSING MY FAKETREON
Typing this up while Im in the waiting room. After finishing that last clip I still hadnt cleaned up and
well, I broke something. My glasses. I cant exactly do anything until I get new ones so Im sorry normaly this would just lead to a pause in service but that was only one part of the problems.
See, turns out I had inadvertently set this page not to bill subscribers until the end of the month. So all of my $1 fans? Turns out that they cant exactly pay out if theyre, you know.
Dead.
So I didnt actually make anything from any of them. And it seems like Ive failed to get any $5 recurring subscribers, so Im just going to hang up on this venture. I think maybe Ill try livestreaming soon, though! That way I get the money instantly and youll still get to see me do all kinds of stuff. Thanks to everyone for everything, if anyone comes across this post late. You have to stay positive in these trying times!!!!!!
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
New Emma Episode get! This one's about Emma opening a page on a site that's definitely not a thinly veiled parody of Patreon. And then she smashes and eats and boob crushes tiny people all in the name of content creation. But there are 2 things to note! This story comes with a couple of pictures to go with it! This version posted on GTSWorld is only raw text so if you want the rather nice looking version with all of the bells and whistles you can view it in PDF form at DA HERE: http://fav.me/de2pjlr
By the way, have I mentioned that I have a Pillowfort? You should follow me on it as I also post there and most importantly you can view the story as a series of lossless images HERE! https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1628736s
As always, if you'd like to support me then the lewdest way to do so is by buying a premium story at my E-Junkie here! https://egsizestuff.e-junkie.com/
or you can just send me a one-time tip if that's more your speed via Ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/emmagear
By the way, have I mentioned that I have a Pillowfort? You should follow me on it as I also post there and most importantly you can view the story as a series of lossless images HERE! https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1628736s
As always, if you'd like to support me then the lewdest way to do so is by buying a premium story at my E-Junkie here! https://egsizestuff.e-junkie.com/
or you can just send me a one-time tip if that's more your speed via Ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/emmagear