I shuffled around and tried my best to make myself comfortable, though the swaying of the nylon as I adjusted my position made the process quite difficult. Each time I attempted to use my legs to push myself back to a seated position, my feet would slip on the traces of sweat still present in the fabric. I tried to grasp at the walls of mesh at either side, but the weight of my body made this quite difficult too, pulling the sides taut and not allowing any grip. After a few minutes of trial and error, I finally found myself somewhat comfortable, sitting up with my legs stretched out in front of me. Almost immediately, I started to regret how quickly I had managed to manoeuvre myself into a relatively comfortable position. After all, that was the only thing I could do to keep myself occupied. As soon as I had nothing to distract myself with, my mind immediately returned to my present state and just how much my life had changed over the past 24 hours.

This time yesterday morning I was a normal enough 26 year-old on the way to my aunt Beth’s house, going to help her clean up her back yard.

Right now, I’m naked, 2 inches tall and trying to figure out the best way to relax in the toe section of her nylons.

What. The. Fuck?

Having had some time to reflect, it became clear that almost my entire life had been leading up to this moment, though I didn’t know that until yesterday. She had always treated me so nicely. She was domineering, sure, but she paid attention to me and was genuinely interested in me, which was more than I can say for my stepmother Michelle. She and Beth were sisters and while Beth was my firm but approachable aunt, Michele was cold and distant, especially since my father died when I was 9. She treated me more like a servant than a son. Someone who was just there, doing the cleaning and making the dinner. She and Beth were always very close, but couldn’t have treated me more differently. Lying down in Beth’s freshly worn nylon, I began to long for that cool indifference.

Growing up, I jumped at any chance I could to spend time with Beth. She lived about 5 minutes from my mom’s house so I was over there pretty often. There was something weird about the time we spent together, but I didn’t really question it until it all changed yesterday afternoon. She was very….physical. Not in a sexual way or anything, it was always quite playful, but at the same time stern. We would play games – which she would invariably win – where the loser (me) would be the winner’s (her) slave and have to do the chores for the rest of the day. She always made the chores simple though. Things like fetching her slippers and putting them on her feet, fluffing up her cushion before she sat down, things like that. As I got older though, the chores started to get more intense. She would make me rub her feet and sometimes put them in my face, then progressed to painting her nails. One time she even made me be her chair for an hour while she got did her make up. I know it sounds weird but it was actually a lot of fun. I never questioned how strange it was, it was how she had always been with me so as far as I was concerned it was normal. She was just my kooky aunt Beth and I loved her. Honestly, I kind of enjoyed it, but more on how that came about later.

The way she looked at me sometimes kind of freaked me out though. Not all the time, but there were moments when she would flash me a look that would take me slightly aback. Like an animal stalking her prey. I usually brushed it off though, it was better than how she treated most guys. She was a staunch feminist and had quite a dim view of men in general. She had married, but he was out of the picture for at least 5 years. Nobody was surprised when it ended, but the money she got in the divorce gave us a pretty good idea of why she had got married in the first place. She once told me, ‘You’re the only man I need Johnny. Other guys, they just use women, treat them like dirt. But I’ve trained you well, haven’t I? When I’m done with you, you’re going to make a woman very happy’, then smiled at me again with that predatory look in her eyes.

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Returning my attention to my present predicament, I looked around my immediate surroundings. I didn’t need to question why she had put me in her nylon, after last night that had become quite clear. She dropped me in with a smile, telling me to enjoy myself. ‘I know you want to, go ahead. I won’t tell a soul’, she said with a wink, ignoring my cries for help. She’d hung it in her bedroom, on a hook on the door that led to her bathroom. It was maybe a 4-foot drop to the floor, but to me it may as well have been a fall from a tall building. After last night’s ‘games’, I found that my body was somehow more durable than it was when I was ‘person-sized’ (as she put it), so I knew there was a chance that I would survive the drop, but I really didn’t want to test my limits just yet. I could barely even bring myself to look down.

I started to think about my situation and l couldn’t help but let out a little snort of derisive laughter. I did have a giantess fetish, but only recently realised that it had been pre-programmed by my sadistic aunt. Up until yesterday, I thought only one other person had known about it. I had told one ex-girlfriend, who did not share my feelings. She tried her best to be open-minded in the beginning, but I could tell from the look of slight disgust on her face every time it was mentioned that it wasn’t something she was willing to participate in. When we finally broke up, she told me that she needed a ‘real man, not some wannabe… tiny… pervert who wants to be a bug at my feet!’ I can still remember the contemptuous look she gave me as she spat those words at me. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. In every other aspect, I was a normal guy. I did alright in school, I went to college and I had a job was mildly enjoyable, if not a little boring. I cursed myself that day. Why did the idea of being tiny turn me on so much? Why couldn’t I just be a normal guy who likes normal-sized women? What was so alluring about the thought of being so small and powerless with a woman who could do anything she wants with you? Since that day, I vowed that my bizarre fetish was always something that would be relegated to the realm of fantasy, never to be brought up again. Although, I still held out hope one day to meet someone who shared that fantasy, who longed to be worshipped as much as I longed to worship her. But I didn’t count on it.

I thought back to my earliest memory of being attracted to giant women. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I was watching ‘Honey We Shrunk Ourselves’ and was maybe 6 or 7 years old. I was with my aunt Beth. We had rented the film when I spent the night at her house. I remembered that I had wanted to watch some action movie but she said that she didn’t enjoy them, so we got it this one instead. We sat on the couch, me on one end and her on the other. It seemed like a pretty boring film for the first while, but my attention was grabbed when the 2 main characters shrunk. They were fighting with each other for a little bit, but it was when their wives came through the door and almost stepped on them that my eyes widened and became glued to the screen. They were so powerless in front of these women who just a few minutes ago were the same size as them. They could be snuffed out without their presence being noticed. I didn’t know what I was feeling at the time, but it was the start of a fascination that would follow me my entire life. Just then, I remember my face being touched by something warm and slightly wet, pulling me out of the action on the tv.

‘John!’

I turned around to face Beth’s bare foot touching my face, very lightly.

‘Hehe you must be really into that movie, I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while’, she said with a smile. ‘Mind if I put my feet on your lap? I’m so tired from walking around all day.’

‘Yeah, sure’, I muttered, eager to turn back to the tv.

‘Thanks Johnny, that’s so nice of you. My sweet, little, nephew’, she said, touching my nose with her big toe on each of the last three words, eventually resting her feet on my lap. We continued to watch the rest of the movie, with my attention occasionally being drawn to Beth’s feet. The smell coming off them was strong, though not unpleasant and she would fidget about on my lap from time to time. I didn’t know for sure, but I guess I had seen her bare feet before. This time though, I really took them in. They were quite big (size 10, as I found out yesterday evening) with long elegant toes that were painted black. Her second toes were ever-so-slightly longer than her big toes and I couldn’t help but look every time she scrunched them together.

‘Hey! The movie is up there!’ she teased with mock indignation, pointing one of her feet toward the screen. ‘Must be scary for them, huh? Being so tiny, so powerless.’ I nodded along, not sure where to look. ‘What would you do? If you were that small right now?’

‘I…uhh’, I found myself getting quite nervous, I didn’t know what to say.

‘Would you try to get help from me?’

‘Uhhh… Yeah I guess so.’

‘Well, it would be pretty hard to get my attention, wouldn’t it? With you down there on the floor.’ She smiled, then started to lift her foot and bring it closer to my face. ‘I mean, I could crush you so easily, and this would be the last thing you would ever see. Auntie Beth’s foot coming down…down… down….and…..squissshhh’. Her foot touched my face, my nose between her big and second toe as she twisted her foot gently.

‘Or!’, she shouted gleefully, ‘maybe you wouldn’t be on the floor. Maybe you’d be right here on the couch.’ She stood up in front of me with her hands on her hips, the same devious smile on her face. She turned around, facing away from me and started walking on the spot, speaking in a slight sing-song voice, ‘I would come in and sit down, not even knowing you were there.’ She lowered herself steadily and gradually, my heart starting to beat rapidly. She sat down on my lap and started gently moving around. ‘But don’t worry, if I found you I would always take care of you. You know that don’t you? My cute little nephew!’ She stood up and walked towards the kitchen. ‘I’ll be right back, I’m just going to get some chips and onion dip’, she said cheerfully with a slight wink.

I pulled myself back to reality. How could I be so stupid? I remembered that night so vividly but I never put the pieces together until it was too late. I guess I never thought something like this was possible, but I felt so cheated. My auntie Beth. She had done this, and she had obviously been preparing for quite some time. But how? My heart raced and I started to shake. Was I just some guinea pig for her? All this time, she had just been grooming me? I thought I was the one man she could trust, but now it looks like I was just playing into her hand, slowly being manipulated over the years to become her plaything.

I had to get out of here. I started trying to feel around for any way to escape my nylon prison, but just then I heard the handle of the door opposite beginning to open and I couldn’t help but pause.

Beth walked in and closed the door behind her. She looked at me from across the room with that same predatory look I had seen so often over the years. This time, however, it filled me with real dread. I suppose now I was aware of her intentions and small enough to be completely unable to defend myself. She sauntered across the room and came to a stop in front me. I was lying just below her breasts and watched as she bent over to come face to face with me. It was breath-taking, everything I’d dreamed of mixed with a distinct sense of betrayal and paralytic fear. She was so enormous but at the same time so graceful in her movements that it was at once terrifying and awe-inspiring.

She looked at me and gave me a smile that was probably meant to look compassionate, but in reality barely concealed her excitement. Her deep, booming voice shook me as she spoke. She extended a finger and on her last three words, poked me each time she spoke.

‘How are you? My sweet, little, nephew!’

I’m fucked.