Giantess Stories - The Perfect Roommate

Chapter 16

Julie turned and slowly approached Mark’s cage.  Mark’s gaze was fixed on her as he could hear the rhythmic tapping of her heels on the hard wood floor.  He began to feel nervous anxiety as she approached with her arms folded.  As she got closer he could feel himself backing away almost from instinct.  She stopped directly in front of the table and said nothing.  Afraid to look up at her expression, he kept his head bowed, fearing her next move.  His experience with Kelly had left him feeling paranoid and self-conscious.

“You gonna make me keep you in there all day?” she asked in a flat tone of voice.

The words “all day” echoed in his head and made him look up at her Face. Her serious expression locked onto his and he became frozen in place.

“You know, you don’t make this whole thing any easier for me” she continued, glaring down, arms folded.  Puzzled by his silence, she leaned over slightly, as her eyes widened. “You just going to stand there?”

He struggled to form words but found himself unable to say anything.  His experience with Kelly was still clouding his mind.

“Hello?” she said, tapping the cage with her Fingers.  “I’m talking to you.”

Her Face was close enough to the cage that he could smell her breath as she spoke.  He could also detect a slight smell of alcohol.  To his recollection, he had rarely seen Julie drink.  But as he looked closer at her Eyes, he noticed a slight glaze in them.

“Fine then! Have it your way”, she snapped, turning to walk away.

“Wait!  Julie, don’t go”, he finally blurted out. 

Julie turned, staring down at him with her hands on her hips.

“Yes?” she sighed, showing her frustration.

Afraid to do anything else to further aggravate her, he fell to his knees and begged, “Please, Julie, let me out of here.  I’ll do anything but please don’t keep me in here.”

“Give me one good reason why I should”, she asked.  The effects of the alcohol were showing.

“Because, Julie, I’m sorry and I’ll be good from now on, I promise”, he pleaded.

Julie leaned down close to the cage pointing her finger.  “You made me very mad, did you know that?”  She was taking full advantage of Mark’s pleas and making him work for his freedom.  A part of her was becoming very satisfied by this.  “You were very disrespectful to me and I think you owe me an apology.”

Realizing that it would be futile to try to explain his true motives, Mark gave in knowing it was his only hope to get out of the cage.  “You’re right, Julie, and I’m so sorry.  Please, it won’t happen again.”

“You mean it?” she asked.  His submission somehow felt validating.  The fact that she had been drinking boosted her confidence, but Mark’s begging and pleading somehow enhanced the feeling.  She wasn’t sure why, but also wasn’t questioning it.  Not ready to end it, she turned and walked to the kitchen.

Mark sprang up from his knees and pressed his face against the cold cage bars.  “Julie! Where are you going!  Please, come back!”

Hearing his tiny voice screaming made Julie realize what it must have felt like for him to think that she was going to keep him in the cage.  “Oh, hold your horses, I’m coming back”, she said from the kitchen, trying to hold back a giggle.  What a night, she thought as she reached for an opened bottle of wine in the refrigerator.  First she had to wine and dine a disgruntled client, who was heavier on the wine and less of an eater.  She couldn’t even remember how many bottles of wine they drank.  She thought it might be two but maybe it was three.  She poured a glass, remembering how good it felt to close the deal, even though she had to get drunk to do it.

Mark could hear the refrigerator open and the sound of pouring liquid.  He heard the clink of the glass bottle on the wineglass and realized what she was doing.  Wasn’t she drunk enough, he thought.  But he dare not say anything now.

Julie returned and sat down on one of the chairs and stared, glossy eyed, at Mark as she took a sip of wine.  Mark watched as the giant Fingers raised the huge glass to the enormous Lips.  It looked like slow motion as the glass was slowly placed back on the table.  He was a little scared to deal with Julie while she was drunk.  He didn’t really have much experience at it. At the moment all he could do was stare as she licked her lips.  “So you think you’re ready to come out of there?” she asked, as if for the first time.  She reached out and held the lock on the cage door between her fingers.

“Julie, you know I am.  I’ve already apologized.  What more do you want?”  Mark replied, getting a little aggravated.

Julie could feel herself becoming lightheaded and for some reason, she kind of enjoyed toying with Mark like this.  She knew all too well that he wanted out but she just wasn’t ready to open the cage yet.  Mark watched as the giant Fingers played with the lock wondering why she was hesitating.  Then he remembered the last time that he saw Julie drinking, her attitude changed a little.  She got a little more cocky and “bitchy” that last time.

Growing impatient, Mark finally blurted out, “Come on Julie, open the damn door!”

Julie let the lock fall against the cage door and sat back, folding her arms.  “You’re already on thin ice you know.  Maybe you need to spend a little more time in there learning some respect.”

Mark couldn’t fathom the thought of spending another minute in the cage and immediately fell to his knees.  “No, Julie, please.  I’ve learned my lesson.  I didn’t mean to yell.  It’s just that I can’t take it in here anymore.  I’m going crazy.”

Watching Mark beg brought mixed feelings to Julie.  She felt pity for his helplessness and dependence, but felt more satisfaction with her control and dominance over him.  The wine had her lightheaded enough not to feel guilty about it either.  “Well, we’ll just have to see how much you’ve learned”, she said, reaching for the key.

Mark watched as she slowly slipped the key into the lock and twisted.  The click of the opening lock made him dart for the cage door in anticipation.  The giant Fingers grabbed the bars and slowly opened the cage door, teasing him with freedom.  Before Julie had a chance to change her mind, he climbed out of the door, falling flat on his face on the table next to the giant Hand.

Julie couldn’t help but giggle.  The sight of this tiny man climbing out of a cage and falling next to her fingers was just too funny.  Realizing that he wasn’t hurt, she picked up the wineglass and took another sip.  “Careful now, this is expensive stuff”, she joked.

Mark heard the wineglass tap the table, wishing that Julie would stop drinking and feeling totally humiliated.  He stayed on his hands and knees, not wanting to face her.  At least he was out of the cage and that’s all that was important.

“Oh, come on now, I was just kidding.  Your sense of humor didn’t shrink with you did it?” she continued to tease.  She surprised herself with some of the words she was using.  For a brief moment, she wondered if she would act the same way sober, but it just didn’t matter.

“Mark, look at me”, she said after realizing that Mark didn’t find her jokes funny.  Mark gave no reply.  “Mark.  Stop ignoring me and look at me.”

With that, he stood up and slowly raised his head to meet her stare.  “Why, so you can make fun of me some more?” he asked.

“Maybe”, she said, smiling.

This began to frustrate Mark.  “You really have no concept of what it’s like to be this small”, he replied, hoping that if he could get her sympathy, she might leave him alone. “Being slightly taller than your wineglass here and having a giant woman laughing at you is kind of embarrassing, but you don’t seem to care about that.”

The smile left Julie’s face.  “You’re right, Mark, I don’t know what it’s like to be your size. But just remember this.  I didn’t make you small and if I didn’t care, you’d be in some laboratory or in some freak show right now.”  She began counting on her fingers. “I give you food, shelter, protection and everything else you need.  I don’t have to, you know. Things could be a lot worse for you.”  There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other.  “Do I have to state the obvious, Mark?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“What do I mean?  Mark, you’re no taller than 8”.  To you I must look 50 or 60 feet tall. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Julie, you have such a keen sense of the obvious.  OK, so you’re bigger than me.”

“Don’t get smart with me.  I’ll throw you back in that cage in a heartbeat”, she said pointing her finger at him.

“Alright. Alright.  I get the picture”, he said raising his hands.

“Do you?  Because that’s what I mean.  I could do anything I want with you and there’s really nothing you could do to stop me.  Has that thought ever occurred to you?” she asked, feeling very self-confident at the moment.

Feeling a little scared, he replied, “Of course it has, but I never thought you were like that.”

Julie felt a little challenged by that remark.  Sober, she might have backed down. Intoxicated, she wanted to answer it.  She wanted him to know who was in control.  “I don’t know what I’m like any more, Mark.  Lately, I’ve started to feel good about myself, more in control of my life and the things around it.”

Mark wondered if “lately” meant after he shrank and if he was one of those “things”.  He began to feel uneasy about what she was saying, burning to ask the questions but afraid of the answers.  He was frozen as Julie continued to stare down at him.

“Don’t worry, Mark.  I’m not going to hurt you”, she reassured.

Something about her tone sent a chill down his spine.  “Why should I be worried about you hurting me?” he replied, trying to look relaxed.

“I don’t know, you just look petrified standing there” she answered.  She couldn’t help but feel a sense of power looking at him so small in front of her.

“Its just that I’ve never heard you talk that way before.”

“Talk what way?” she answered, knowing full well what he meant.

“You know”, Mark said, feeling embarrassed, “the stuff about doing whatever you want with me.”

Julie brought her face a little closer to Mark.  “I think you need to realize that more often. It might help you stay out of that cage.”

“It’s just not fair for it to be that way.  How would you like it if you were shrunk and I was normal?”

This was starting to feel like a game to Julie.  “You’re right.  I would hate it if I were the one who shrank.  But you did.  And it doesn’t really matter if it’s fair or not.”  Julie raised the wineglass to her lips and let her words sink in.  It was almost as if she couldn’t control her responses.  She was having fun countering all of his arguments.

Mark knew that Julie was talking this way because she was drunk but it still angered him that she thought this way at all, sober or not.

“So you agree with me then?” he tried to reason.

“Definitely”, she answered, amused by his attempt to use logic.

“I was worried there for a minute”, he said, hoping she would back off.

“But it doesn’t change anything.  I’m still the bigger one and that makes me in charge. You're the little one and that means you have to listen to me.”

“Look, I didn’t ask to be like this and I don’t think I need to be told what to do”

Anticipating his answer, Julie grabbed Mark around the waist and held him firmly.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” he said, in shock.

“Go ahead, you’re free to go”, she said, teasing.

Mark struggled a little but couldn’t budge the Fingers around him.

Julie smiled as she watched Mark squirm and sipped her wine with her other hand.  Minutes went by in total silence with the two of them staring at each other.

Mark realized he was getting nowhere like this.  Instead of backing down, she seemed to enjoy this.  He had to think of another approach.  Maybe if he just went along with her ideas, she’d get tired and go to bed.  When the alcohol wore off in the morning, he hoped she’d just forget what happened.  But the thought of just giving in to her was totally humiliating.  Just the idea of her thinking she had “won” was enough for him to resist but he had to swallow his pride this time no matter how much it hurt inside.

Mark stopped squirming and lowered his head.  Julie watched him, a little shocked by his reaction.  She wondered if somehow he was finally listening to her.

“Julie, I…I don’t know what got into me before”, he began, trying to sound sincere.  “I guess I’m just taking my frustrations out on you.”

Julie couldn’t believe her ears.  She knew the wine had influenced a few things that she said but she would have gotten drunk sooner if she’d thought it would work like this. Normally, this would be the point where she would start blaming herself and start apologizing, but the “new” Julie didn’t want to let this opportunity pass by.  She began to feel a little excited by the whole thing.  She also wanted to see if he really meant it.

With his head bowed, he waited for a response but heard nothing.  He certainly didn’t want to anger her so he continued, laying it on thick.  “I guess this whole thing is getting to me.  You’re totally right.  You didn’t ask to be the caretaker of some little man and I should be grateful for all that you’ve done for me.  Instead, I’ve just got you angry with me, and I should be ashamed of myself.”  With this, Mark lifted his head and look shyly at Julie.

Julie felt a tingle inside as Mark spoke.  Hearing this little man speak to her this way made her feel so powerful.  She was afraid if she showed her excitement, though, it would end. “Well, I’m not mad right now, but you do have to realize your place.”

“I know Julie. I know.  I mean, what am I thinking?  You’re a giantess to me.  I can’t even get out of your hand much less stop you from doing anything else to me.  I should be trying to stay on your good side, if anything.”

The word “giantess” rang out in her head.  She had never thought of herself in that way. But it was just like the stories.  Here she was holding a tiny man’s life literally in her hands.  It started to seem logical that he would eventually realize this, which gave more validity to his remarks.  She needed a test though, something to prove his sincerity.  Then she felt a slight aching in her foot and got an idea.  If he were really being honest, he would gladly work on them with no argument.  She remembered that she had shoes on all day in stockings, though, and wondered if that was asking too much.  She’d have to find out.

“So you want to get on my good side, huh?” she asked, lifting him off of the table.

Shocked by the sudden movement, he stuttered, “Y-Yes Julie, I really would.”  At Eye level he could feel her breath pour over him as she spoke.

Getting up from the table, she walked over to the couch and sat down.  Mark wondered what was going on.  He heard the thumps and guessed it was her shoes hitting the floor. He turned his head and saw her giant Feet lift and come to rest on the coffee table.  In his mind, he knew what was coming and tried to take advantage of the situation.  “Julie, if you put me on the coffee table, I’ll rub your feet.  But only if you want me too.”

Julie was pleasantly surprised by his offer.  He was making this too easy for her.  “Well, if you really want to.  But I have to warn you that I’ve been in stockings all day and I’m sure the smell won’t be pleasant”, she said, testing him.

Mark remembered being trapped in her dirty stockings and wished he could retract his offer but knew this was a critical moment.  He would have to go through with it.  “Well that’s alright, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

With that, Julie placed Mark on the coffee table.  She lifted her foot up and pulled the stocking off.  The smell hit her nose and she wondered if she should call the whole thing off.  She looked at him, knowing he had to smell it when she rested it on the coffee table, but he didn’t seem phased so she continued with the other foot.  She watched intently for his next move.

Mark watched as the Foot raised up and the Hands pulled the stocking off.  As the Foot moved toward him the smell hit his nose and he wanted to turn his head and give up, but remained still as if he didn’t notice.  The other Foot soon followed and came to rest next to the other one.  He stared back at Julie’s smiling face.  She looked very interested in what he was doing.

Mark walked over and stood directly in front of her giant Foot.  He was eye to eye with the Toes.  They wiggled a little bit and he heard a slight giggle from above.  Julie was now thoroughly enjoying this, test or no test.  Watching Mark stand before her feet gave her such a sense of control.  She almost wanted to push him off the table but just wiggled her toes and chuckled to herself.

Mark hesitated a moment, then reached out and stroked her big Toe.  He could feel the roughness as he moved his hands all around the sides of her Foot.  “Julie, you really should take better care of your feet.  Those shoes are tearing them up.”

“That’s what I have you for”, she said playfully, again testing him to see if he would break.

Realizing he walked into that one, he continued with the ball of her Foot.  The smell was overwhelming and he tried to take short breaths but it wasn’t working.  He would just have to put up with it.  He kept thinking that if he did a good job and didn’t upset her, she would relax and maybe fall asleep shortly.

Julie rested her head back and enjoyed the sensation.  She felt a strange sense of pleasure from knowing that Mark was voluntarily rubbing her foot just to make her happy, knowing how bad her feet must smell.  She was convinced of his sincerity now, but wasn’t about to let this end.

Mark got on his knees to work her heel as he heard slight moans from above.  He figured his idea was working and she’d be asleep shortly.  Then he noticed something strange.  As he knelt, he realized that he was becoming erect.  He could feel it against the doll pants that he had on.  This was confusing because he despised being Julie’s footslave and was only doing this to make her leave him alone.  But as he made his way to her arch, he began to feel slightly turned on.  The doll pants were rough against him and he decided that it would be safe right then to remove them since Julie appeared to be almost asleep. This left him totally naked and he peaked to see if Julie had seen him.  Luckily, she still had her eyes closed.  His penis was totally erect now and he began thinking how weird this was.  Could he possibly be getting off by rubbing Julie’s giant smelly Feet?  The Foot moved in front of him breaking his thoughts, and he figured he’d better continue before she got suspicious.  As he rubbed the area under her Toes the sensation became stronger.  He even noticed himself taking deeper breaths.   Without thinking, he leaned over and gently kissed her pinky Toe.

Julie felt him pause for a moment and hear some ruffling.  At first she wanted to look but really didn’t care what he was doing as long as he continued.  Eventually, curiosity got the best of her and she barely peaked noticing the doll pants next to her foot.  At first she wanted to say something but figured that they were probably uncomfortable anyway and there was no harm done so she just wiggled her toes a little to get his attention.  She loved how he was being gentle under her toes.  It was such a rush thinking about his little hands on her feet.  Then without notice, she felt something on her pinky toe that wasn’t his hands.  It felt like a kiss.

Realizing what he had done, he immediately stepped back, fearing that he had angered her.  Julie quickly opened her eyes and saw a scared, naked Mark standing in front of her foot.  She saw his erection but chose to ignore it.  Instead, she said, “It’s OK Mark, I don’t mind.  It felt kind of nice, actually.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not.  I’ll only be mad if you stop”, she said smiling down at him.

Relieved by her reaction, he stepped closer to the Foot.  Julie leaned back and wondered if this could possibly feel any better.  While she didn’t try to explain it to herself, she was starting to feel excited as well at the thought of a tiny, naked man getting aroused by rubbing her feet.  She just kept thinking that being a giantess definitely had its good sides.

Mark gently kissed the underside of each Toe.  He stopped and actually rubbed his cheek on the big Toe.  The smell was still strong but he found that he didn’t mind it so much now.  He moved back across each Toe stopping to caress and kiss each one.  When he reached the pinky Toe again, he did something he never thought he would do.  The kissing wasn’t enough for him so he stretched out his tongue and licked.  The taste stung just as it did with Kelly, but this time it was different.  This time he had to continue.  He found himself unable to control himself as he licked furiously at each Toe.

“Oh, Mark, that feels wonderful.  Don’t stop” Julie said as she moaned and moved her foot slightly.

Mark followed her movements and finally pressed himself completely against the Sole of the Foot, continuing to kiss and lick it.  As he rubbed his body across her foot. Julie flexed her toes in delight.  “I can’t believe how good you feel”, she whispered.

Mark continued until he was totally exhausted, stopping momentarily to catch his breath and gaze at the giant Feet in front of him.  Part of him was wondering how he could do such a thing and another part wondered why he had stopped.  One thing was for sure, his relationship with Julie had changed.  He knew this would not be the last time this would happen.  And now that Julie knew how far she could push him, she would surely push again.  From above he heard a slight snore and realized that she had fallen asleep.  Tired from all the activity, he lay down next to the Foot and quietly fell into a deep sleep. What was going to happen tomorrow, he thought.