Chapter 7
I had some pains in my joints for several days after my encounter with Mackenzie. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t walk around my home or something, but I was definitively stiff all over. But if you’d ask me if I’d do that ever again? Hell yes I would! I mean come on, who wouldn’t want to go down on a giantess like I did? But it was absolutely exhausting and I knew I’d need at least one week to get back in shape. I had to avoid that app for the time being, just to be safe. I didn’t want to get hurt trying to impress an even taller giantess, right? It’d have been dumb as hell!
What do you think I did? Of course, you’re right, one hundred percent, guaranteed. I returned to the app almost immediately. Don’t get me wrong, I knew that I couldn’t just let myself waste more time. There had to be more guys – or even girls – like me out there, who wanted to meet them. What if I saw all the taller girls being snatched away by someone while I rested? I had to take my chance again, and having survived Mackenzie relatively easily, I felt confident in going to the taller ones still. In fact, I didn’t want to meet a gal who was less than thirty meters tall.
Which reduced the pool of giantesses far more than I had expected. It seemed the app couldn’t even propose one for the first two days! It was absolutely insane, but it seemed that thirty meters plus girls were truly extremely rare even today, when news kept clamoring that more and more giantesses appeared, as if the virus was mutating more to produce taller women and also mostly make them grow instead of killing them. Which was great on both accounts for him, of course, but it clearly wasn’t yet a world of super-giantesses, sadly.
But finally, one girl appeared on my feed. The name was Meghan and she seemed to be even taller than what her profile said. I measured her up at around thirty three meters tall, since she stood near an old water tower I knew – or at least one which looked eerily similar to one I knew, was thirty meters tall… and she was slightly taller than it. But even more so than her size, it was her girth which impressed me. She had a considerable rack, which seemed to sit really high on her torso, as her boulders pushed each other’s up seemingly.
She had a sort of… I don’t want to say redneck vibe, it’d be insulting, but it was still how I imagined her talking considering her pictures. At least she avoided duck faces, which was great. But I couldn’t help but wonder if she spoke with a sort of southern drawl. I almost didn’t like her immediately because of it but to be honest I didn’t want to risk blowing my chance to meet up with a giantess of her size. What if she ended up being the only one close enough for me to meet her up? I’d feel dejected to miss my chance, so I liked her.
I expected an immediate match but I must confess it didn’t happen. Perhaps she wasn’t into men – or just normal men. I was a little dejected and the next few hours were spent sulking, mostly. Until finally, I heard the distinct sound of a match coming out of my phone. I knew it was her, and I rushed toward it. I didn’t want to sound too desperate but I didn’t want her to think my profile was fishy or something. So I sent the first message and we hit the ground running from here. In less than three hours, she was ready to meet me!
She turned out to be rather sympathetic. She hadn’t much education, she admitted herself, but it didn’t prevent her from reading a lot and she seemed really curious. Not really naïve either, she quickly gathered what my fetishes were without ever needing to write it down. And she seemed to like it. She even admitted that when she was younger – and thus far, far smaller – she put stuffed toys in her panties and cleavage, and pretended they were men. She loved the fact that she was so tall and she wanted to hook up with someone willing to be her new stuffed toy.
We met the next day. This time I didn’t drive toward her home – it wasn’t finished building apparently and she’d rather have been out in the sun. She promised to offer a lot of shade for me if I wanted to, and I didn’t doubt she could do that indeed. And when I finally gazed upon her… oh my! She was even bustier than her pictures had led me to believe and perhaps even a tad taller to boot! She noticed my truck and waved at me, clearly eager to meet me. So eager in fact that even as I parked, she was already unbuttoning her gigantic flannelled shirt, her lips sprayed in a calm smile as she offered a good view of her breasts.
“Hey Derek. You’ll have to excuse me sweetie, but I really want to play with you, and I think we both know we won’t gonna be an item for long… Why waste any time, am I right?”
“You’re right indeed, and believe me, I’m more than happy with what I’m seeing,” I replied, laughing a little. “I mean, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sharing your ideas, mostly.”
She was definitely packing a lot. And I mean, A LOT. Her bra was struggling to contain her mountains and it was clearly larger and sturdier than any I had ever seen. And while it made her tits bulge upward in a somewhat strange way, it seemed she liked it and who was I to tell her that it was wrong? I mean, would you tell a woman more than thirty meters tall that what she's wearing isn’t as flattering as she thinks it is? If yes, you are a lot braver than me. Or a lot dumber, but I’m a good man at heart and I’d rather compliment you.
She picked me up with one hand as she tore off her bra with the other, freeing her breasts, which moved forward, almost like an avalanche more than just some flesh – sexy but still flesh. But I was rather focused on her bra. She had destroyed it. There was no way around it. Those steel bars, far too heavier individually for even twenty men to lift them for more than a few seconds, were now crushed and twisted as she had removed them from her without unclasping anything. It seemed even easier than crushing a can for me, and I’m a strong dude.
She pushed me right in the middle of her cleavage and it engulfed me with frightening ease. Her globes were so massive that she could gobble me up between them and I may as well not have been there at all. I was indeed a small plushy between her mounds and Meghan proved to be quite apt at using them for her pleasure and mine. She wasn’t crushing me at all, instead her flesh seemed to undulate around me, making me move this way and that in the strangest and perhaps sexiest full-body massage I had ever experienced. It was truly relaxing, surprisingly.
She started to sing. Now it took me by surprise. Most girls hadn’t seemed so lost into the moment while also being so innocent. It only enhanced Meghan’s sexiness, of course. She had a very beautiful voice. It was quite deep because of her size compared to me, but she was able to use it in a very melodious way anyway. And the vibrations her song produced in her torso were reverberated unto me, as her fat breasts shook thanks to it. It was surreal and I closed my eyes. I didn’t need to do anything really, I could just enjoy this moment, it seemed it was enough for her.
Of course, I didn’t want to just stay that passive. I needed to make something out of me, after all. Otherwise Meghan may as well have played with a human-sized toy of her. I tried to move around her massive tits, navigating around their mass instead of opposing it, since their sheer weight would have probably crushed me in a mere second. I was swimming between her breasts more than pushing through them really. It was incredible, super arousing and I almost blew a load just moving through them like that.
I didn’t thankfully and it allowed me to reach the top of her cleavage, truly emerging as if I came back from deep water. She had noticed what I was doing, of course. She was looking straight at me and it seemed she had appreciated that. She was smiling as she sang and she had a glint in her eyes as I got out of her valley to stand on her tits. It was impressive, they were far denser than I had expected, I could have run with ease here. But it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I had to do something unexpected for Meghan, and I had an idea about it.
I didn’t dash. I didn’t run. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by being hasty. Instead, I approached the chin of the giantess, the only part of her I could reasonably hope to reach without jumping. Which, as mind blowing as it should have been, wasn’t for me anymore. I hadn’t spent so much time with giantesses that I was jaded of course not. But it was hard to focus on something like that when her whole body was so tall that I was truly reduced to an action figure compared to it. It was strange for me to just focus on one part of this size difference, if you will.
So, I just approached it, coming so close that I felt the air coming out of her mouth as she sang washing over me. I kid you net, there was some sort of tremor in the air, as if her voice was already on the verge of being powerful enough to really make its vibrations felt on my skin. And she wasn’t singing loudly. It was absolutely incredible, something exhilarating even! But I managed to keep my cool, I knew what I wanted to do, and how. I wouldn’t derail the whole thing by being over eager. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, after all!
So I kissed her on the chin. It wasn’t much, almost nothing. I didn’t put my lips on her skin for more than a blinking moment. I didn’t make an exaggerated sound. I just kissed her lightly, gently. It wasn’t the kiss of a lover, it wasn’t the kiss of a fucker. Nothing more than a light touch and I was gone. But the effect was incredible. Meghan’s voice stopped for at least three good seconds and when she started to sing again, she was visibly in a different mood than before. She had realized I wasn’t just a toy, nor that I wanted to be passive with her. We could go further than that, together.
We didn’t share one word, but she knew I was ready for something, let’s say riskier. So she picked me up, and while singing, put me on the ground again. It was surprising, because we were outside and I can tell you that being on my feet next to hers made me feel a lot smaller than I am. And then she removed her shoes. I gasped and gawked at her naked feet, which sank deep into the earth, compacting it because of the sheer weight of their owner. And when I tried to look up to see what she had in mind, my vision was blocked by her tits, of course.
She pushed me on my back with her left feet. She was… Meghan was incredibly careful. She was able to exert absolutely inhuman feats of strength, but she could also be so gentle you wouldn’t have believed she was a giantess. I swear that she accompanied me more than made me fall, and when I was on my back, with her sole slightly covered with dirt, she removed it by slapping her feet against her calf. Only then did she bring her back and I waited eagerly as it descended on me. It easily covered my whole body, and I gasped with awe.
She lightly tapped me – especially for someone like here, I mean. It wasn’t the peak of comfortability of course. It’d have been better if I had been in a bed for instance. But there wasn’t any bed which could both support her weight and prevent her from crushing me like a grapefruit. I shuddered at the idea of Meghan on a bed stomping on me. It would have been the death of me if she hadn’t been steady on her feet after all. And it was definitely a nasty way to die, crushed like a pathetic bug under one’s over-large sole.
There was a smell here, but surprisingly, it was neither pungent nor potent. I had somewhat expected feet that were so enormous to reek, even if someone took care of them, and I just couldn’t imagine how she would be able to do that. They were so big, even her little toe was at least thrice the size of my head! It seemed impossible for her to wash and clean them thoroughly. But no, really, they smelt like… like clean feet. It wasn’t a smell of soap, or flowers or anything like that. They were just clean and it was her body odor which engulfed me now.
She moved her foot over me, and it grazed at my skin. It even stopped playing with my dick. It was absolutely not the first time she was giving a food job, or even a trample, even if I doubted she had ever done so at her size. She was far too precise and focused on her task to not be some sort of expert in it. It would have been awesome to speak about it with her, but she didn’t give me the time to do so, as her toes spread for a moment and then closed again on my head, pinning it firmly, while leaving me enough space to breathe easily.
“You know, I love it when they kiss my foot” she said, nothing more and of course it was enough for me to get the message loud and clear.
I kissed her, as best I could. It was easy. She twitched her toes and they compressed all around my head, never enough to be hurtful, more than enough to remind me – if I ever forgot it, which is, quite frankly, an improbable event – that she was irrevocably in charge. But I liked it, I’d be lying if I said otherwise. But right now I focused on what was expected of me. I doubted I could stimulate her too much with my lips, or even my tongue. But I also knew it wasn’t necessary. What Meghan wanted was more the realization of her power over me more than any physical stimulus, I’d bet.
In any case, I wouldn’t have been able to really do more than what I was doing right then, which was turning my head only a little to kiss repeatedly the inside of her toes. It was just impossible to do more than that for the time being. She would have been able to tear my head out of my body with contemptuous ease if she had wanted so. Right now, it wouldn’t have been harder than uncorking a bottle of wine for me. It was a strange realization, to be at the mercy of someone to such a degree, and yet to willingly accept it.
It seemed it worked however, because for the shortest moment, her song turned into a moan. That I was able to do that to her gave me the will to try something else. With great difficulties, I managed to move my arms. She was only slightly grazing me but her weight was so monstrous that it was already enough to pin me down, basically, so it was a struggle. But she felt it also and reacted accordingly. She didn’t lift her foot, of course, but she shivered a little – and suddenly I wondered if my idea was great or not!
If she shifted her balance in the wrong direction because I tickled her, I wouldn’t even have the time to realize that I had fucked up. She’d destroy me without any hope of stopping herself. It should have been enough to stop me in my tracks, perhaps, but no. I couldn’t give in to fear, not now. So I kept moving until my fingers were able to feel the other toes, further than the ones pinning my head in place, and I started caressing them. And now, it was clear that Meghan couldn’t sing anymore, she was too pleased by my work to do that.
I expected her to want more out of me, so I was really surprised when she suddenly released my head and removed her foot. I stood there, blinking, when an all-powerful tremor rocked my whole body. I looked around, lifting myself on my elbows only to be greeted by a large crater at the center of which laid Meghan’s ginormous ass. She was lifting her feet, both of them, and now they were descending toward me. They stopped a few meters past me, however, each sole facing each other, and I was too stunned to realize what she wanted immediately.
“Would you mind walking between them?” she asked me, almost dreamily, which was surprisingly cute. “I want to try something a little more wholesome. Don’t worry, I swear you won’t even have so much as a bruise!”
“Uh… sure, yeah, I’ll do it!” I replied – perhaps it wasn’t my finest moment, you’re thinking, but in truth I wasn’t afraid, more curious; if she had wanted to hurt me, she’d had done so already and I was confident enough that she would keep her control of herself no matter what.
It was absolutely awesome! Her feet were definitely looking even more enormous now. I think it was mostly because now I could better gauge them. Each of them was at least four times as large as me, something I hadn’t really realized before. And they ought to have been almost twice as tall as I was myself, which was impressive of course, especially when you considered that Meghan’s probably had relatively small feet compared to her height! I couldn’t have been sure about it of course, but that’s what I suspected. Of course I didn’t ask her if I was right, it’d have been strange, right?
She didn’t seem ready to speak more anyway. She groaned softly as I positioned myself between her feet and as I turned to look at her face, I was surprised to see her touching herself softly, without even removing her pants or panties, stimulating herself as she looked at me from over the edge of her titanic breasts, which seemed able to defy gravity enough for them to not sag to the side too much, meaning that they were in the way of her face, and I could only see her eyes, glinting with joy, pleasure and lust in equal measures.
She didn’t give me much more time to look at her in all her glory however. She pressed her feet together and of course I needed to make sure that I wouldn’t position myself badly, or I’d get seriously bruised. I was able to turn around just in time, so my face wouldn’t be pressed into one of her soles. I didn’t want to have my shoulders being the unique point of contact also, so basically she was pushing on my back and my front at the same time, even if pushing was being generous, she was careful enough to not hurt me at all, once more.
She was truly demonstrating an otherworldly control of herself but also of the pressure she needed to exert to both get pleasure and not hurt me in the slightest. It wasn’t comfortable in any stretch of the imagination, of course. My dick and balls were definitively being crushed somewhat and it was really uncomfortable. But it was also great in a strange way and I understood for once why some people liked to be trampled. There was something really awesome in being so completely outmatched, to feel like the other one could simply walk on you… and Meghan’s size made it all even better, of course!
I didn’t want to be too passive however so I turned my hands as best I could so I’d be able to try and dig into one of her soles, at least. Of course, it didn’t really work as I had hoped, since it happened that her skin was simply too dense for me to be able to do that. It seemed it stimulated her at little however, probably by tickling her, since I could hear her giggling. But it was already something great to do in my mind. And so I pushed further still.
We continued doing that for several long minutes. It was the strangest experience I had ever had the pleasure to endure yet, and I loved every second of it. But suddenly, she removed her feet from around me. I wondered why she did that, but as her appendages didn’t block her sounds as much now, I realized that she was moaning quicker and louder. She was clearly approaching her climax and Meghan didn’t want to risk hurting me, I guess, which was another display of her incredible control of herself.
It seemed it had her limits however. As I stood there, gawking at her prone form, she slammed her feet into the ground, sending such a powerful tremor through it that I fell on my knees. She continued doing so, and then pushed her feet into the earth, which gave way under her strength as if it had been a mattress made of feathers! I looked at this spectacle with absolute awe, my mouth agape and I wondered if I wasn’t imagining things. Was Meghan truly this inhumanly strong? If so, how much control did she truly have on herself to not even have bruised me today? It was mind-blowing and all I could do was remain on my knees for now.
Her feet plowed through the ground until one of them threatened to upturn my car, but I couldn’t say one word. It was simply too impressive for me to try and even protest at the danger my prized truck was in. It seemed to be a fair price to pay, even if it ended damaged or worse, entirely crushed, for such a display of casual power. It truly made me realize that the giantesses weren’t just taller women. It was something else entirely, something which made me wonder how long they’d play ball with us all little humans, you know?
She calmed down a little after that. It seemed she came, but not in a roar, rather a long whimper. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t inside those pants however, considering how much she seemed to wet her clothes! I'd drowned in there, which was a little frightening to consider. I hadn’t reached orgasm myself today, but frankly, the pressure on my groin had been such that I didn’t dare touch it at all for the time being. It’d be time to think about all of this and pleasure myself later, anyway.
“Well… that was awesome!” she chirped, getting up and looking at me approvingly. “I don't know if you liked it as much as I did, but it was certainly great for me! I’ll see you again someday, I think… but right now I’m feeling famished, I need to go and eat at home – I wouldn’t want to deplete all your stocks for a little snack!” she laughed, and then she was off, leaving me panting, amused and very, very happy with my day.
“Well, that was some day, once more… Perhaps I’m crazy, but I really want to meet someone even taller” I said out loud, as the sun stood higher and higher in the sky.