To a Giantess, very few things are more embarrassing or awkward than having a late night conversation about her gigantic sexuality with her own Mother, on her very birthday, with her Mom’s big bare soles glistening in the candlelight. Yes- embarrassing, awkward, icky- but yet no doubt erotic for you. I couldn’t help but think of all of my fans that night, and knew that eventually, I’d have to tell this story…
Last year I decided to have a quiet birthday with just myself and my Mom. (That’s my mom in the pic above! Perhaps happy that she finally squished the tiny man in her shoe? And above that pic are the decorations on the deck that day, including the candle I used) I thought it’d be fun to have a little tiki cookout on the deck, talk about random girly stuff, and just hang out mom and daughter style which is rare as we’re both so busy. The night was a blast- the food was great, the air was warm and alive, and the night swirled in with stars and fireflies dancing over the summer greens.
As the night moved in, I lit up a big pink bucket candle to keep the nasty bugs away and light up the deck. Soon the entire deck was bathed in a warm, yellow orange glow. We sat on the side of the lounge chairs, talking, chatting, eating. It was wonderful! Everything was so relaxing and easy… the night was a dream. That is… until the food was devoured and we brought our tired feet up to relax…
We now sat in the lounge chairs facing each other, our legs extending down our chairs toward the warm candle below at our feet. The conversation continued to be light… but I was struggling to focus clearly. My cheeks were slowly turning red. My eyes tried to dart away again and again, but it was impossible. Directly facing me were my mother’s huge, naked bare soles, powerfully propped up for display and glowing in the warm shifting light of the candle. It took little time to realize my soft bare soles were also propped up, giving her an identical view of my naked soles to her!
To me, as a Giantess and a foot fetishist, we might as well have been fully naked. That was the level of embarrassment.
Just as I get my act together in ignoring our nakedness and the blush fades from my cheeks, the conversation drives me right back into awkward-ville. Topic: My website and movies. This, I know, will naturally lead to what those two things involve; my Giantess fetish.
“Well Katie-lyn, how was your latest movie? Did it do well? What was it called?” she asks lovingly.
“Uhh… it was great! It’s called Midnight Goddess. I’m really happy with it, and my fans seemed to really love it. It was a huge.. uh, success!” I reply, trying to hide the growing embarrassment.
“Ooo! Your fans really loved it? What was it about? Were you crushing tiny people again?” she says giggling while, I kid you not, scrunching her bare toes. O_O My eyes watched helplessly as every soft fold, curve, and wrinkle on her sole lit up in the contrast of shadows and warm fire light radiating upward from beneath her curvy heels. Had a tiny man or woman been between her toes, they would have been crushed instantly with little more than a tiny scream and a burst. My eyes dart upward and out across the deck. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I reply.
“Ahaha! Yes, I was! They were all over the kitchen floor… I had to chase them down… It was a lot of… fun… haha!” I laugh, awkwardly and quickly realizing that I too, am now scrunching my toes unintentionally mimicking her. Had a tiny man or woman been between my toes, they would have burst instantly just the same. In my frantically embarrassed mind, I can almost hear a tiny yell for help and a crunch. Now my mind is overly conscious about my feet. Gah!!
She doesn’t even notice and the conversation continues. She has no idea. Or does she? It’s so hard to tell with her…
“Haha! I wouldn’t allow them in my kitchen either! How do you crush them? Are they like ants? Is there a certain way that you have to kill them?” are her next set of questions, illustrated once again by her naked feet. This time she gracefully arches her foot as if mashing an ant in the air with a slight twist for show. I can not even believe this is happening!
“Ah, yes, well, no, I well, I like to crush the shrunken people where it feels the most pleasurable on my sole at the time… and capturing the right angles of the curves… ” I say, stuttering.
“Like between your toes? Under your ball? You know, I think I’d like to…”
Now before I continue with this, you need to know some things about my Mom and I. My Mom is, in almost every sense of the word, a Giantess. She is a powerful woman, who enjoys heavy metal, exotic dancing, and basically views men and boyfriends like bugs and treats them just the same. She’s bossy and strong, and I see it in myself everyday (whether I like it or not)! If fetishes and sexuality are from nurture, as in obtained while young in how you see parents / adults / things around you, then my Mom’s personality totally explains why I have this fetish, and why I am a Giantess. She is a Giantess! There was never a more dangerous house for shrunken men than ours- seriously!
Another thing you should know about my mom, is while growing up my Mom was an exotic dancer. (And still was, up until a year ago!) You could say that’s a fancy term for a stripper, but rest assured, they are not the same. She did not merely throw her clothes off and casually slide around a pole for money. She had professional costumes, outfits, and spent heavily on making herself and her act look the best. She was angered by the girls who would just walk in dressed in clothes from K-mart and turn tricks. Instead she practiced dance routines that would make guys melt and stripped with flair. She had a passion for dancing, just as I have a passion for Giantess. She was professional, skilled, and took her job as seriously as an engineer or doctor would. To her, it was about professional adult entertainment. Despite all of this, we never really talked about sex or sexuality…
Yes, I see it. Bizarre that, after 20 years of her trying to keep my clothes on and even after going to college for computer science- I would end up doing the same thing she does only in a totally different medium!
Now let’s talk about my Mom’s feet. They are huge, tan, Italian feet. They look almost exactly like mine, only wider, larger, and 20 years more mature. She also keeps her toenails short, as that’s just the way she likes it. Knowing in how you little bug boys love my feet, I know full well that you would absolutely die to have the opportunity to see her soles hovering over you as you run. However, to me, the thought of my Mom crushing little men, let alone entire city blocks, is not very appealing at all!! She is my Mom!! To me, shrunken / giantess is extremely sexual, and so watching her go to town on a city under her feet would be like watching my mom have passionate sex. Or something. O_o So please understand, that I am writing this blog descriptively for you my little pets, because I understand how hot a MILF story can be! (Even I enjoy a good Milf Giantess story / pictures!) Drool and fantasize to your heart’s desire about the both of us, little ones as I do not mind at all. But keep in mind, seeing my Mom as a Giantess is… extremely awkward!
“Like between your toes? Under your ball? You know, I think I’d like to… give it a try!” she replies.
“Uh… really? You mean… as a Giantess? With little people?” My eyes could not be wider.
“Yes! I mean, if your fans would like it. I’d love to see what real men feel like under my toes. I’m always after ants anyway. And you know, when I walk to the mailbox, sometimes feel like a Giantess! Katie-lyn, you know how there’s like a ton of ant hills between the sidewalk cracks. Have you ever seen me put on my shoes to get the mail? No!” She crosses her legs on the “No!” and angles one foot over the other, the candlelight racing up her naked arch.
“That’s -um- true…” I can hardly reply, completely floored.
“I just walk straight out there. Flatten everything. Half the time I don’t even see them down there. When I get back to the door and on the days I do feel them, I’ll take a look and find maybe fifty or more helplessly smashed all over the bottoms of my feet.” She points to her curvy feminine weapons of mass destruction, as if I needed an illustration after that.
She slowly wiggles her toes and the curves and wrinkles of her wide soles appear in the dancing light. “Humans- people- must not be too different.” she exclaims as if she already knows.
“I will… I will have to ask… my fans and see what they think… uh… cause I think they would really like it!” My cheeks are burning, and her last line is almost comical. All I can think about now is my fans and how this conversation would be a dream for them!
“Maybe we could even do something together! Like exterminate a whole bunch of little people in your kitchen! Just stomp and crush them all!” She bursts out laughing and I laugh with her, our bare soles gently bouncing to our laughs. In retrospect, had a little bug been between us he would have seen two pairs of soft, naked, terrifyingly huge soles stretching up to the stars and bathed in the warm glow of a fire, all while the giant girls behind them giggle about crushing little bugs like him out of existence. It could not have been any closer to a shrunken fantasy you’d read online.
Thankfully, for my burning cheeks and racing mind, the conversation cooled down and moved on. The Giantess fetish came up here and there, along with my site, and I’d have to explain to her the various aspects of it. It was fun to see her reactions (although embarrassing at times! Hehe!) however I feel it really opened my eyes a little more to my Mom’s personality and my own sexuality. It was definitely a cool, insightful conversation and I could not have asked for a better birthday. Thanks Mom!
But of course, the story doesn’t end just yet. Sometime after midnight when the conversation finally starts to die down, we decide to call it a night and head in.
We stand up, stretch, and bend over to pick up our plates off of the deck.
I see it. She sees it.
I watch in horror as her bare foot rises up out of the darkness and above into the intense yellow-orange light of the candle. Her foot arches up and carefully positions.
“Please no! Don’t! Help me!” I can hear in my mind, my brain wired to hear the tiny sounds of despair.
Her giant bare foot lands and two fragile ants scavenging for food instantly disappear.
My face explodes with heat and I quickly raise my foot up behind me. There, splattered on my own sole are several tiny ants crushed out of existence when I stood up. My mouth drops open. I look to the floor and my eyes spot even more ants. My Mom and I are Giantesses. I frantically rush inside, possibly taking a few more lives with me. My Mom hardly notices the frantic bolt inside, and instead she picks up her plate and stays focused on the tiny lives running around beneath her.
I attempt to clean up the kitchen, as if all is normal. But behind me I hear the sound of her bare soles landing, scraping, and twisting on the deck, accompanied by satisfied feminine exclamations. I try desperately to think nothing of it. To her, she’s just killing pathetic little ants, but to the ants below they flee in harrowing terror as one by one they are hunted down and crushed out of existence by the massive Italian toes of an all powerful motherly Giantess.
Barely a minute later, my Mom casually walks inside.
“Well, at least they won’t get inside now!” she says and gives me a motherly hug. My mind races for other things to think about, but there is no doubt in my mind that every last ant that dared to disturb us has been brutally executed beneath her.
My mind eventually relaxes and we clean up. Soon we hug, say goodbye, and she wishes me a happy birthday. She slips on her shoes (The new home of any ants that managed to survive on her soles) and heads out, and my birthday finally comes to a close.
That is, until I find the trail of ant parts leading in from the door… and all over my own soles. What… a… night.
So there you have it, my embarrassing Summer Birthday with my Mom.
Now, would anyone be interested in seeing in a picture shoot with my Mom and her feet on my blog? I talked to her a few days ago and she’s definitely interested…
Love you my little bugs! I hope we didn’t crush too many of you out on the deck that night >_>;