As a giantess in tiger-striped pointy heels, I must be appeased. You throw something out for me to crush and trample, much as you would throw a human sacrifice in front of a monster's lair. You hope I will be mollified by what you have given me. You hope I will be, don't you? I come to the thing, and you see the straps around my great ankles are as wide as a sidewalk. The veins in my ankles and on my insteps are big as pythons. The sounds the stuff makes under my soles are terrible, and it occurs to you that my strength is abundant, and that I could maim you with minimal effort. After a few st...

As a giantess in tiger-striped pointy heels, I must be appeased. You throw something out for me to crush and trample, much as you would throw a human sacrifice in front of a monster's lair. You hope I will be mollified by what you have given me. You hope I will be, don't you? I come to the thing, and you see the straps around my great ankles are as wide as a sidewalk. The veins in my ankles and on my insteps are big as pythons. The sounds the stuff makes under my soles are terrible, and it occurs to you that my strength is abundant, and that I could maim you with minimal effort. After a few steps of my powerful feet, I realize you did not throw this thing before me in the right way, and I stoop to fold it to suit me. That was a mistake on your part. I begin to think this stuff I crush suits me. The noise it makes reminds me of bones breaking under my feet, and I become aroused. Faster I stomp my feet, even jumping up and down. My great weight makes the floor shake. I tire of the first thing and you throw more for me. Many great sounds ensue and I become excited, mashing the stuff in an orgasmic frenzy. You are glad, since you think that means it gets my mind of you, you pitiful thing. Then I heave a great sigh and stop. You are afraid I will crush you next