I’ve come home from a very rough day and demand your services. You’ve been my tiny slave for 2 weeks now, so you should know better than to keep me waiting. I snap at you to climb onto the couch and start kissing, licking, massaging, and worshipping my feet.

As I start to unwind, I tell you about everything that has gone wrong that day. Your service at my feet has me feeling more relaxed, and I begin to unravel my own fantasy: if only I could be an actual giantess. You’re tiny compared to me now, but I’m still a regular-sized person to everyone else. But imagine if I could grow eve... Show more