A giantess fetish story written in 2nd person.
Clayton can shrink at will and his body takes on properties similar to clay. Together with his girlfriend Lucy he explores his fetishes involving feet, giantesses and being used by them as doormats and...
Yourphone buzzed. A message from Lucy read: "Chloe's coming over.She's in a bad mood. Let's cheer her up!" You narrowed youreyes, wondering what exactly your girlfriend had in mind, and so youasked her. "Knowing her, stomping a little guy would be a fun wayto vent ;)" As soon as you read that, you leapt up from the couchand hurried to get into position. Shrunk down to a height of aboutthirty centimetres, you lay down at the door and patiently waited.Not long after you heard the girl's voices, then the familiar soundof your girlfriend unlocking the apartment door. Lucy smiled andwinked at you as she stepped over you, leaving you unharmed. "Ugh,I'm just so pissed off. What a scumbag!" Chloe soundedvery frustrated, and when you turned your head to look at her and toinvite her to step on you, the sole of her right shoe already filledyour vision. "That asshole tricked me into doing all that, and thencharged back his donation!" She continued as she flattened yourface under what seemed to be one of her sneakers. Her other foot didthe same with your abdomen, private area and your thighs. "That'sterrible." Lucy uttered, watching Chloe so worked up that shedidn't even notice you beneath her feet. "Yeah it is! I wouldhave never done that shit if not for the money! It was athousand dollars, Lulu!" Lucy bit her lip, torn betweentrying to listen to her friend's frustrations, but also wanting totell her about the doormat she was using. "Are you even listening?"Chloe asked, at which Lucy looked at her feet, at the pair of sneakersandals she was wearing, the hybrid of a thick sneaker sole combinedwith wide straps holding her bare feet in place on the insole,showing off her cute toes with her typical pearly white-pink nailpolish. Furrowing her brows, Chloe followed Lucy's gaze and noticedyou, flattened beneath her. "Hi Clayton." she sighed, not exactlyhappy to see you there. "I'm not in the mood for this." shetold Lucy, who bit her lip and returned: "He's just trying tocheer you up." Chloe snorted and you felt the pressure of her shoeon your face increase, your skin squishing into the ridges betweenher treads. "Sure he is." she said sarcastically as you felt hersliding her right foot further to the right, pulling and stretchingyour neck while your face remained pinned under her sandal. Thesensation was strange and worrying, as you felt her seemingly tryingto tear you apart beneath her feet. Your body continued to stretchand you felt your skin peeling out from between her treads, but herrelentless pressure still kept you pinned.
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"C-Chloe," Lucywatched nervously as her friend dug her toes into the insole of hersandal, putting as much pressure as she could onto your face andmercilessly pulling and stretching your body out, "I ... that's... probably painful." Chloe stopped, sighing again, then steppedoff of you. To your surprise, your body didn't pull itselftogether, in fact as she stepped off of you, your face remained stuckbeneath her sandal, prompting her to, rather furiously, stomp on yourstretched out throat with her other foot while she leaned down toopen the straps of her sandals, and step out of them. "If he wantsto cheer me up, he can clean my shoes." she grumbled and walkedpast Lucy into the living room, leaving you behind with one sandalembedded in your face and the other smashed onto your throat. Youreflected upon that position and felt yourself laughing, realisingthat - as per usual - Chloe always managed to be cruel to you in waysyou didn't expect. "Sorry, babe, I didn't think she would reactlike that." Lucy said softly as you felt her fingers trying to, asgently as possible, pin your head down so she could pull the sandalfrom your face. "Ugh, how does she do that?" You watched herpinch her nose as she held the sandal, a mix of footwear you hadn'tactually seen before. Looking at it now, the thick platform sole withdeep tread just like a running sneaker and the well designed widestraps, you wished you had gotten a look at Chloe's feet wearingthem. Lucy set the apparently smelly sandal aside, then smiled atyou, giggling at your clay face stamped by the tread of the sandal,and pinned your chin down with one finger as she pulled the othersandal from your throat. "You alright?" she asked, looking atyour stretched out, flattened and stamped body. All you could do inyour sole print covered state was flash her half a smile, which sheunderstood correctly as you letting her know you were fine. Shesmiled, then turned over the sandal she was holding, looking at thesole. "She didn't even wipe them on the doormat." Yourgirlfriend looked disgusted, but then smiled at you again. "Thoughthat doesn't bother you, does it?" she giggled and you couldn'thelp but smile at your girlfriend knowing you too well. She set asidethe sandal as well, then stood up and crossed her arms, thinking asshe looked at your sorry state. "That will take forever for yourbody to recover." she noted as you noticed her slipping her feetout of her sneakers. "I'll help you a little." she said asbalanced on one foot, pulled up the other and took off the black sockshe was wearing, then swapped legs and repeated the process. "Myfeet are a little sweaty." she said, stuffing her socks into hersneakers. Then she straightened and smiled, knowing that, if youcould talk, you would tell her you loved her feet especially whenthey were sweaty, which of course didn't stop her from being aembarrassed by her feet not being perfectly clean and presentable.Towering over you she lifted one foot above you, then stomped down onyour face. You shivered at the sensation of her smooth, pink andslightly sweaty sole covering your face, her soft slender toescovering your mouth, chin and cheeks while you inhaled the amazingscent of her feet. She lifted her heel and twisted you under the ballof her foot like a used up cigarette, then dug her toes into you andcurled them, squishing the lower half of your face under and betweenher digits. She then lifted her foot, and your head with it, thentossed your head towards the rest of your body. Your stretched outthroat followed suit after she used her toenails to scrape it off thefloor. You looked up her long smooth legs as she stepped right up toyou and used her toes to shove your head and throat roughly in theright position, before she promptly stepped on you with both feet,flattening your face and throat under the balls of her feet. Shemarched in place on you, trampling you, turning around as she did togive you the same treatment under her heels. You enjoyed every stepshe took on you and how casual she was about it, looking down at youbeneath her feet only to ensure she crushed your stretched out throatback into a somewhat normal sized lump of clay skin. "Almostthere." you heard her say as she buried your face under one foot,letting you smell and taste her bare sole, while her other foot didsome finishing touches to your throat. Then she stepped off andleaned down, inspecting her handiwork. By her amused smile you couldtell you were thoroughly covered in her footprints. "Have fun,babe." she said, winked at you and walked away into the livingroom.
