Category: giantess

giantess

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’m what they call an Amazon, a Giantess, towering over most men, especially my own father. Dad? He’s a ‘Little.’ Not just short, mind you, but actually, genuinely small. His head barely reaches my knee, his hands are so tiny they fit perfectly in the palm of my own. In our society, women like me aren’t just leaders; we’re the bedrock, the backbone. We build, we manage, we protect. Men, the Littles, often need assistance. So, when I got my acceptance to the Grand Citadel University, Dad went into a panic.

“Who will help me reach the top shelf, Cory? How will I get to work? Who will even get me into bed at night?” He looked so vulnerable, my tiny dad, perched on the edge of the sofa, his little feet dangling. He offered me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. “Stay, my dear. You can control the house, the finances. I’ll keep working, of course, but you’ll be the woman of the house.” It was a tempting offer. A sizable allowance sealed the deal. College could wait. Power, and a fat bank account, were right here.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Mom already has a little pool tote packed and is waiting on me, but I can’t decide on which bikini I wanna tease you with. We’ve been neighbors for a few years, and you’ve finally invited us to spend the day enjoying your big pool. I know my mom thinks you like her, but obviously, you’d want someone my age. Someone to keep you young!
Jessica, my mom, keeps telling me to hurry up and that being late when the house is right next door is inexcusable. I picked a tiny red bikini a friend left at the house last summer. It’s a little too small for me; it shows way more tits than she would ever allow and rides up my ass like a thong.

I yank on some jean cut-off shorts to cover it and a white button-up blouse. Next, I run into my flip-flops and jog down the stairs, telling her I’m ready. I see her bag and ask what she could need when it’s right next door. Mom’s wearing a sensible black tankini, but her massive tits still threaten to spill over the top. The back is all open, showing her smooth skin, and she has a sheer black wrap skirt around her hips, giving just a hint of her thick thighs as she walks. She looks down in the bag and shrugs. “Towles, sunscreen, clothes to change into if we get cold.”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend is becoming a tiny man. When he first told me, I thought he was joking. Then he made me realize that he is completely serious. He’s going through an experimental process of slowly shrinking him down to just two to three inches. He’s literally going to be tiny. I’m going to be like a giant mom to him. You see, I have agreed to take him in after his process is complete. He’s going to be too tiny to live on his own. He’s going to need someone that he can completely trust to take care of him. I’m going to have to sign nondisclosure agreements and all. This is going to be a legal arrangement sort of like adoption. We are so excited about all the fun things we will be able to do together. He’s going to be able to sit on the counter while I make dinner. When I take a shower, he will have to sit on the ledge and watch me. He can’t be left alone. I have to take care of him. They are going to make him some special furniture and plumbing fixtures for his tiny little body.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Shrinking Fantasy.  He bragged about how much bigger he was than me.  I decided it was time for him to learn a very important lesson.  Before we settled down for the night, I gave him a special potion that could make him shrink down as he slept.  He woke up lost in his pile of large clothes and squeaked as he crawled out and saw my giant face hovering over him.

“What happened?” his tiny voice asked.

“I turned you into my tiny little toy,” I replied smiling sweetly.

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Mercedes 1844-332-2639 Ext. 423

Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to be shrunken down to the size of a snack, perhaps a biscuit? Well, imagine that you have stumbled upon my secret laboratory where I do a bunch of experiments. When you walk through, you are fascinated by all the lab equipment and machines I have throughout my lab. Then, something catches your attention, a large rectangular metal box with a drape covering it. You’re wondering if this maybe the prototype machine for an experiment I have been working on.

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Are you backed up baby, come to Trinity.
you will always find yourself cumming back for more when that feeling starts to rise.
I’ll have you closing your eyes and having flashes of us taking advantage of each other on the way to that sweet release.

You’ll sink down in that comfy couch, work chair or seat in your car tickling the head of your cock and stoking to the smooth sexy sound of my voice. You will caress every part of me from my perky hard nipples down to my hips and juicy center. Me breathing in your ear with every sensation climbing higher and higher. You’ll picture yourself thrusting in and out of me, while my sweet hot juices drip onto you, me cooing in your ear Daddy keep going, please don’t stop as we get closer and closer to that intense hard release. Continue reading “IN NEED OF RELEASE” →

Growing

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Being fifty feet tall is such a joyful experience. When I volunteered for the growth shot, we thought it would only have me growing a few inches taller. However, moments after the injection, I could feel my skin tightening as my body grew larger. My bones rattled as they stretched. I could see the fear and horror of the doctors’ and nurses’ faces as I started to tower over them.

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Deep down under there are some monsters hiding in all of us. Some are bigger and scarier than others. Well others are silent and well camouflaged. I learned to face them head on each and every one. Truthfully I love seeing the monsters in people I think it is hot. That dark side people try to hard to keep hidden. That is the part I try so hard to pull out of you and to see for myself. Why? Now that is a very good question, but it gets me all frisky, my pussy wet, my adrenaline pumping.

I am addicted to those monsters, its more than just “bad boys” its the darkest part that even the brightest light can’t over power. Maybe its the power it holds alone. The strength that is created for all the wrong reasons. You can’t play that side. In fact it dominates you like fire does with wood, in a matter of seconds it will devour every last inch you have in you to resist it. Then again, why on good earth would you try to resist that temptation? I know I wouldn’t. So can you face those monsters? Continue reading “Deep Down Under” →

Paris has a sleep over Having a sleep over with your girlfriends are always fun. Having a sleep over with this guy you’ve been trying to get with for the past four years is even better. Something about him is so irresistible, first time I ever met him my panties got all wet. Dear lord this guy had the most mesmerizing blue eyes and a body that made me weak in my knees anytime he’d come around.

He makes me go straight stupid, talking to him. I couldn’t help but to see the huge bulge he had in his pants. I think things got a little hotter. As I started to drift off into my own little fantasy…

(Goes into fantasy)

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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