A giantess in mules is an awesome thing, especially when you're only a fraction of an inch tall and when you're only inches away. The veins on her feet look as big as firehoses, and her shoes are as big as your automobile. She nearly steps on you, and when her foot is closest, you can feel the heat radiating from it. When she stands on tiptoe, the space between her heel and her insole reminds you of a lion's mouth, holding open so his tamer can put his head there. It's a sight full of tempting danger, and you toy with the idea of climbing up in that space to test your courage. Then you think b...

A giantess in mules is an awesome thing, especially when you're only a fraction of an inch tall and when you're only inches away. The veins on her feet look as big as firehoses, and her shoes are as big as your automobile. She nearly steps on you, and when her foot is closest, you can feel the heat radiating from it. When she stands on tiptoe, the space between her heel and her insole reminds you of a lion's mouth, holding open so his tamer can put his head there. It's a sight full of tempting danger, and you toy with the idea of climbing up in that space to test your courage. Then you think better of it and you're glad because her heavy heels come squeezing down and you know it would be the end of you if you were there. And yet—even knowing this—you're tempted, and tempted again. Her giantess radio is on, and the sound it makes horrifies you. And yet you stay as if your feet were nailed to the spot. ‘Are they?' you ask yourself, as you watch.