The Shrunken Dilemma, A Giantess’s Perspective

The Shrunken Dilemma, A Giantess’s Perspective

In the quiet of the early evening I casually dab away with my brush, applying makeup with the intent to travel out for a delicious meal with friends. As the brush taps my cheeks and my head turns accordingly, I notice a something out of the corner of my vision. An ant? A spec of dirt? My head turns fully, leaving the brush to hover. My eyes home in, curious as to what has disturbed my realm of thought and routine.

From beneath a fresh coat of mascara my shinning dark-brown eyes find not an ant, nor a spec of dirt, but rather a tiny being barely a half an inch tall frozen in terror on the cold bathroom floor. Before my mind can even think it, a bolt of warmth and electricity shoots down my legs and into the soles of my naked feet bringing about the smallest bits of dirt and tile into focus. Suddenly I can feel an entirely new world of existence, all of which is had been unknowingly trapped and suffocated beneath my voluptuous pads- until now.

The makeup brush makes a soft clink as I gently place it on the barren area of the sink, my eyes focused like a flame on my bathroom’s curious invader. I turn my body slowly as not to frighten him, and with a single graceful step followed by the gentle wave of my skirt, the distance between myself and the tiny being is bridged. The ground shakes but with my head in the clouds I hardly notice the disturbance at all. The little being holds his ground and his balance, an impressive stance for facing a wild, unpredictable girl of unimaginable height and her curvy thick feet mere inches away.

My feet are eager. They beg to feel. Raw uncontainable electricity races around in my flesh and dances on tips of my skin. The shocking feeling of thousands of specs of new dirt accompanied by the texture of the tile beneath my soles only heightens my soles’ uncontrollable craving to feel more. But my natural curiosity bests them –  for the time being – and I lean in.

It’s Austin.

For what seem like hours to him, I stand there looking down at him, expressionless and pondering in silence. He slowly half-waves- his fear gradually subsiding, his confidence slowly growing that I have not mistaken him for an easily disposable bug under foot. His fear is more than instinctive- he knows all about my giantess fantasies and sadistic kinks. Austin is a close friend of mine, not to mention my ride and driver for the evening and its events. But now for some reason he stands before me naked and straining his neck to look up at face as if I were a Goddess appearing unexpectedly in the heavens.

I take a few more moments to think, my eyes fixated on my tiny friend. I search for an answer- my feet screaming for pleasure- and I remember a bottle of strangely colored liquid in my fridge. It was made from a special Amazonian fruit supposedly- a gift sent to me by a fan of mine in South American. My fan’s English was poor and I had barely understood what it was from and what it was for- but the one thing he made apparent, was that I was not to drink it. Knowing not what in hell to do with it, I had tossed it in my fridge and left it to rot.

Apparently, it had not rotted, and someone had drank it. My mind could offer no other solutions other than pure magic.

My mind begins to race, but I say nothing. My feet continue to send lightning bolts up my legs and my brain can barely hang on. He’s so small… would anyone notice if I…? My mind won’t allow it and a fierce debate explodes inside of my conscious. As a friend, I have to help him. He isn’t some bug- he’s a REAL person with a REAL life.

I stand up straight. Austin’s waving wanes, clearly uneased by the unexpected posture of his giant friend. His nervous but kind shouts that I failed to notice while lost in thought fade to a worried silence. He waits in a thick of fear, unsure of the intent of the heavens- beautiful as they may be!

I come to a decision. I will carefully pick him up and talk to him face to face. My heart will fill with happiness when I see him smile as the warmth of my hand and friendship brings him hope. I’ll assure him over and over that everything will be alright and we’ll have him better in no time as I gently place him in a safe spot on my sink’s counter away from the edges. I’ll call our friends and let them know what has happened and cancel our plans. From there, a doctor, the emergency room. Or perhaps the drink will even wear off on its own in a few minutes! An eventful, surprising night none-the-less. He and I will laugh and giggle all about it later with friends. “Remember that time I found you shrunken and in my bathroom? Ha!”

The sound of my thick sole slowly peeling off of the cold bare floor breaks the tense silence. My heart races.  I can feel as the specs of dirt and all those underneath slowly pull off the floor and stay stuck to the crevices and sweat of my lifting sole. The sound of skin pulling off tile seems to last forever and echos in my ears. As my heel lifts up higher my beautifully pedicured toes begin to bend and soon they too slowly peel off the hard bathroom tile, taking what tiny dirt and hair under them along for the ride. My hand reaches for the wall and gently holds on for balance. Excitement in its rawest, purest form swells up inside of me like a tidal wave. My mind is in shock. What am I doing?

My foot raises up higher. And higher. And higher. My skirt opens and rides up my leg. My heart beats frantically. As my leg moves upward the lips of my pussy slide in opposite directions with a shockingly moistened, lubricated ease. As my foot reaches it’s pinnacle, a lone droplet of warm liquid drips from the deepest reaches of my swelling cunt, down my lips, and onto my fresh panties. My mind is paralyzed, throwing errors for what my body is doing.

The tiny Austin steps back and his mouth drops in horror. Rightfully so- for just to the right of the ball of my towering and now ominous foot is the contorted, gut strewn body of an innocent ant whose life I had brought to a sudden and painfully explosive end hours earlier in my office. The mangled ant serves now as a terrifying relic of my work day, stuck fast to the bottom of my spacious sole only by it’s own dried, internal juices I had gleefully reveled in. I hadn’t even realized it was still there.

My foot lowers. Deep inside my heart is pounding with unfathomable excitement, all while maintaining my serious and calm exterior. Austin moans in fight, taking another step back mesmerized as the details and fine wrinkles of my sole grow closer and closer. The mangled, flattened ant grows so large in the sky that it looks like a monster in it’s own right- it’s demonic body shattered and smeared underneath an even larger, terrifying monster of untold proportions. The torn and scattered antenna, the protruding brains and smeared innards, the shattered legs and juice-smudged ridges of my sole make for a horrific sight that would petrify any similar sized life form to it’s core.

Austin can only run. His body turns violently and he lets out a high pitched scream, his legs pump with unbridled fear. His fear only makes me feel larger.

I slow the decent of my foot, breathing in and absorbing the fear of my friend below. I feel massive and all powerful, that of a Goddess who has entered the realm of mortals to find herself towering over even the largest constructs of mankind. In one fell swoop I feel as if I could crush millions. My pedicured feet are now instruments of immense pleasure and sexual sensitivity to me- yet to those below me the same soft grooves, glistening toes and grand curves bring unknown fear and untold pain.

My big toe reaches the floor and hovers, gently slamming into the back of my running friend. I gasp at the feeling of his tiny, fragile body against mine- my entire body lights up with pleasure! Austin’s legs buckle and he flies forward- ten, perhaps twenty feet at his size? To those high above it is mere inches of tiled floor. My gargantuan foot raises again, only not nearly as high. Austin rolls onto his back and struggles to get back up but I don’t intend for him to. His tiny body soon disappears under the shadow of my graceful, hovering foot. Soon, I can no longer see him. I arch my foot and estimate where my friend must be. I line the ball of my foot up accordingly. My soles tingle with anticipation as does my awaiting pussy.

I lower my sole. Slowly. Austin must see everything. I want him to know, to see all that I am! I want his mind to rupture with panic as he sees every ridge and spec on my sole descending upon him. I want him to look up at my foot’s arch and see beauty curving up toward the heavens. Even if he lacks a foot fetish- I want him to gasp in awe at the deeply intimate eroticism of my naked foot as I and millions others do! I want him to see, feel and taste my divine power – and as all lowly creatures deserve, via my soles!

A bolt of electricity shoots up my leg. I can feel his hands. So small… pushing against my foot as he struggles to crawl out from underneath his descending prison. I am intrigued- does he think he can hold the sheer weight and raw sexual desires of a Giantess with only his arms? My electrified skin is quickly overwhelmed with more vivid details of my shrunken friend as my foot presses downward- his chest, his legs and head can all be felt pleasurably beneath my arched sole. He thrashes about, wiggling, fighting, grasping wildly at my soles and the ground around him. I shift my weight and his struggling intensifies, but his range dampens.

Austin screams for help but his voice is muffled to silence by the sheer thickness of my gigantic foot. His arms throw upward in desperation and his hands land in the sticky remains of my previous, insect victim. His horror heightens ten fold. In seconds he struggles against the entire softness of my sole, his body covered in the sticky juices of my sole’s sweat and the managed remains of the dead monster’s mutilated entrails. His tiny cock sticks to the guts of the ant and raises up when my foot alternates load. His face presses into the groves and ridges of my exposed skin as I press, the trapped specs of dirt from the floor visible like rocks on a mountain side.

I twist my foot. I wiggle my toes slowly to apply a range of pressure and pleasure. I keep him alive, but one could hardly call this living. I rape his tiny body over and over with my bare sole and rub my divine sweat and pheromones into his naked skin. The scent must be overwhelming. I can feel his mouth and nose against me, his hot breath screaming against my thick skin to be freed. I try my best to rub his cock and excite him – as I deeply enjoy the power of having victims entranced by my beauty and divine dominance – however it’s nearly impossible to tell with his struggles what exactly I’m rubbing for his pleasure. So I simply focus on mine. Minutes pass and the pressure of my foot grows. My thick soles beg – nay scream – to feel even more of my friend! My pussy drools out onto my already drenched panties and I can’t help but let out a moan. I increase the pressure and his ability to struggle ends.

But I won’t. Enough is enough. I stop and ease off. Austin lays still, exhausted and terrified, panting furiously against my relaxed skin- naked, soaked and humiliated- but relieved the pressure has finally ceased. I have played the role of a towering Giantess and enjoyed it beyond my wildest dreams. But I simply can’t harm him- this is my friend- and beyond that a real human life. He may be the size of a bug, but that does not diminish his worth as a living, sentient being who is capable of so very much.

The sound of a hundred tiny bones snapping and screaming fills the air around my feet like an aura of death. I gasp as shockingly hot tiny squirts of thick liquid burst outward to kiss the bottoms of my naked soles. I press just hard enough to feel more and more, shock waves of pleasure flying up my legs and into my pussy. The gurgling of my friend’s organs expelling everything they have to give to me drives me to the brink. My foot lowers completely and I shift my full weight. Juices ooze in every direction with a satisfying final crunch, the body of Austin making full love to my thick sole. I close my eyes and moan, twisting my foot gently, feeling everything my mortal bug-sized friend has to offer to my sensitive and divine feet. My pussy aches, the squirting ends, and I open my eyes.

I remove my foot from the earth with the grace of a Goddess who has stepped on a mere ant. Where Austin once was there is now a splattering of blood- but no body. My eyes shine bright, soaking up the dark red blotches my friend has left me on the floor. I raise my foot behind me and I smile. Smeared and exploded in all directions on my bare sole, Austin’s remains spasm gently as the last of his life fades and rushes onto the bare skin of the underside of my massive foot. Perhaps my smiling, glowing face was the last thing he saw.

I step back and sit on my bathroom tub, staring at the bottom of my sole. The feeling and sight of my power on the bottom of my foot is overwhelming. My friend was helpless and I brutally crushed him as if he were an ant. I masturbate to orgasm, overjoyed to unleash my exploding sexual energy. The experience of his fear, his terror, his body struggling and his life bursting onto my sensitive sole coupled with my extreme power brings me to cum, soaking my panties and sending warm spurts of feminine juice dripping down the outer side of the tub. I moan and breathe, finally relieved.

Carefully, I take my fingers and peel my friend’s body off my bare sole, grinning wildly as his tiny guts dump out and drip down my feet- although not very far due to their rather small size. I try the best I can to grab most of his body with my long manicured nails (a true challenge) and I place him in the palm of my hand and close my fingers for safe keeping.

A single tissue and a flush of the toilet later my floor is clean and so are my feet. What has just happened barely feels real and I struggle with what I have just done. If the squashed body of my close friend was not laying quietly in the palm of my gigantic hand I would have thought it was a dream. But new questions entered my mind- was I still going to go out with friends? What would I tell them?

I sprint to my closet and pick out my shoes for the evening. A pair of sexy closed black heels. I kneel down and open my palm, observing the incredible damage I have done. My chocolate brown eyes glow and scour the body of all it’s wonderful details. Slowly, I begin to tilt my hand. The tiny body rolls downward, over, and up the curvature of my hand. For a moment my friend hangs on -perhaps with his sticky innards- to the very edge of my hand. I watch eagerly. He drops. With a splat the body lands deep inside my left heel and rolls violently down the heel’s extreme curvature. Eventually the body comes to a rest out of my sight somewhere in the region of my toes. I slip on my shoes carefully and my fat toes are greeted by the warmth and juiciness of my tiny, squished friend.

I finish with my makeup, my toes enjoying their new plaything. With everything ready for a night out I fly downstairs and grab my purse. I grasp the doorknob to leave and pause. Hmm. Should I?

I turn and enter the kitchen, my ears pleased by the sound of my high heels clicking on the hard kitchen floor, my toes now fully soaked. Stepping over Austin’s clothes, I grab the mysterious drink from the fridge and tuck it under my arm.

I’m sure my friends would be thrilled to try something new.


The Shrunken Perspective

12 Responses and Counting...

  1. Greg Viera

    wow any story you write is sexy. but sexy story about tinnies and your sexy soles thats a level beyond sexy . what that is im not sure of. of course suspense adds to the sexiness. as i was reading your blog it made me dream about me in this story <3 i love the fact of being tiny next to ur sexy soles. as i was reading something was poking in my pants , i was like wow holy shit i love giantess katelyn <3 i was reading your about me and i saw ur nick names i love your nick name gypsy <3 i was wondering how do u recvie your gorgeous nicknames. the blog is amazing as you are <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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  3. Danshrunkenman

    Absolutly amazing I would love to shrink into your home but hopfully invincible so I could always worship and be crushed by your feet loves ya :love:

  4. MarkM

    <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
    Damn that story was incredibly hot Goddess Katelyn! Thank you so much for writing and sharing it with us! Your such an excellent writer as well as our Goddess! This story sums up my life long favorite fantasy all in one. I like all aspects of Giantess but to meet my fate under your sexy bare foot like that is my favorite way to go! It was so hot too how your love juice’s were flowing from your girly area just at the thought of crushing him! It was like….. you wanted to spare him…. to help him…….. but your passion won out. That’s just how it would be for me too if I were your victim. I’d want to live but would not be able to control myself. My love and passion for you as my ultimate Goddess would win out over my very desire to go on living.

    One thing I find particularly exciting from a worshipers perspective is knowing that you as a Goddess can make your victims cum first even knowing your going to crush them to death as soon as they do. I know in this case you didn’t say if he came or not but it would be my guess he definitely did! How could he not? Your having that kind of power over our little lives just turns me on like nothing else!

    Wow yeah I need another one of those cold showers to cool down here.

    Love you Goddess Katelyn!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
    <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

  5. bobbob

    Wow you’re sadistic! I love it! :-P

    I love how you went from talking about stopping, but then start hearing his bones crunch!

    Phenomenal Katelyn, simply phenomenal.

  6. krazyspatula

    i’m not one for giantess storys but wow katelyn that was amazing and probably the best giantess story i’ve ever read.

    love how you talked about “His face presses into the groves and ridges of my exposed skin as I press” and “The scent must be overwhelming. I can feel his mouth and nose against me”

    it’s really great to get inside the head of the crusher and hear what she thinks of the situation for her perspective. reading the above quotes make me think about how you hope all your REAL bug victims felt when they went out under your soles like your ‘imobile bug crushing pleasure’ video. it looks like they was all helpless and had to feel your ” groves and ridges” of your baresoles pressing into their face before they went out :P

    do you often think about past crush videos and how they must have felt? my favioute ever video of you was:-

    ive just watched that video of you now actually (how young you look hehe) but there was one cricket that was trapped and face pressed right to into your sole and looked as if he was trying frantically to get out, but you was just moaning with pleasure and instructing to them to wank themselfs off whilst smelling your feet :O i try to imagine myself as one of those crickets stuck to your sole and the view they must have had with their nose and face pressed against your skin.

    they may have hated it at the time (or may have liked it who knows :P) but i’m sure you gave them all foot fetishes in their next life lol.


  7. Shawn

    WOW, What a story. I would love to have been Austin. I would love to taste your soft soles as you squish me Goddess. I love the fact that it gets you off squishing bugs. I would be your bug anyday. Please describe your toe polish colour also. LOL

  8. Bill Thumb

    To Ms. Katelyn Brooks,
    This was another really great story & I totally enjoyed it! I admired all the details of your how you stepped on him.
    You’re a very talented & imaginative writer, & I love that you have a Giantess fantasy / fetish too ;-)
    My favorite parts were actually when you described how you’d pick shrunken Austin up to talk to him face to face, & he’d feel safe in your warm palm.
    I only wanted to ask about one part. After you recognized that the tiny being is your friend Austin, instead of picking him up like you’d described, you went & stepped on him! Hmm, silly question but, why did you do that? I mean if he’s a good guy & a friend of yours, why destroy him?
    If you shrunk me down that small, I’d certainly want you to pick me up in your warm hand, carry me up & talk to me face to face. Of course, I’d enjoy looking up at your lovely feet, high-heel shoes, boots, etc. but, I still don’t think I’d want to be crushed by them. If that happened, I couldn’t admire & worship you anymore! :-P
    I know most Giantess / shrunken man fans seem to prefer the evil, crush-kill-destroy Giantesses. But, as you’ve probably figured out, I’m much more of the kinder, gentler Giantess fan.
    That being said, I still relish hearing you describe crushing another guy that you’ve cut down to size :-D And I hope you’ll write a friendly Giantess / shrunken man theme in the nnot-too-distant future, or make a cool video with that idea :woot:
    Again, great work on another great story!
    Sincerely, Bill Thumb

  9. MarkM

    Oh! Sorry a little off topic from this blog entry but if anyone is interested check this! I just found it! I had no idea. At 6:37 sec. in:

    The FEMALE scorpion (being larger than the male) often EATS the male one after they have sex! Mabye I should have been born a scorpion. No Not! scared of scorpions!


  10. MarkM

    Oh Katelyn I’m so sorry you have to deal with Piracy issues. Lots of Idoits out there!

  11. MarkM

    <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
    Damn! Goddess Katelyn you look on FIRE HOT in these banana pictures!!! Wow just your face alone!!! Your sooooooooo beautiful Goddess Katelyn! Oh how I wish I could be one of the little people on your banana to sacrifice my little body in support of your!!! My ultimate desire! It would be such a worth while ending for me!

    Love You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

  12. MarkM

    My favorite – Trapedinherbanana number 4!!! Wow! I’d feel nothing but the most intense love I’ve ever felt in my life even as you digested me Goddess Katelyn! Your just the hottest Goddess ever!
    <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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