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Have macro/microphilia? Like sandals? Then this group is for you!

This is a group focused on macro/micro art and other content that involves sandals, flip-flops, and other open-toed shoes (including peep-toe pumps). This group accepts both giantess and giant male material.
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Founded 8 Years ago
Oct 4, 2015

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630 Members
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Convenience by PsyShack3D

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Makima's Sandals by MaskedCocoa

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Picnic Date Reward by PowerDashC

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Deck Dust by PsyShack3D
Giantess - Drawings
Tiffany Rules! by Barbarizand0

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[Sketch] Nami's Sandals Tiny by jdwag1
Would you trust a random woman in the street ? by noctar

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Commission Art - Azula Giantess Feet by Marcelinhofoot
Giantess - Renders -FULL-

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Is That You StepBro? Preview 1 Out Now! by PowerDashC

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A thing with sandals by LeafyBush7
Dynamic Duo (Patreon Teaser) OUT NOW! by hglocksm

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Is That you StepBro? - Comic Out Now! by PowerDashC
Giantess - Renders 2

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22 by gts-c

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21 by gts-c

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Anna's City Sauna 2 by LeafyBush7

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Stamping with a human insole [Animation - GIF] by FDom3D
Giantess - Collages
The work of tiny slaves is sometimes deadly by Domgab

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Always with your Mistress by marklovefeet
Oh No! - Kate Beckinsale smashing London by you9134

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More useful at her feet by ImperialeGG
Giantess - Collages 2
Giantess - AI-Produced
giga_031 by gravel997
MICRO WORLD - BEIJING by Foonet

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Getting used to your new role by Nookiedude888
Make it quick by Nookiedude888
Giantess - Stories
Kind CrueltyYou were shrunken months ago, your crime was petty but you've committed enough of them to be considered “irredeemable.” As a result, you became one of the shrunken. Your begging and pleas went unheard and uncared for as you faced your punishment, and then released to meet your fate. The group that you were released with decided to make their way to the suburbs, you followed them as John, the group's quickly found leader was the only one to have a plan for what to do. So you follow them as they slowly reduce in number, some were trampled accidentally on the busy sidewalks, others became road kill on the busy streets, while others are hunted down by the cruel to be stepped on. The worst was one who in desperation for food unintentionally consumed rat poison. Eventually, a few including John and you reach the suburbs. One morning as you and John search for breakfast in household trash, you watch in abject horror as John gets causally smeared out on a driveway by a woman wearing loafers. Crushed as nothing but a pest before she went off to work. Alone now, you realize that you are no-longer a human, but instead nothing but a pest. You live like a rat on the discarded filth of others. Careful lest you end as vermin beneath a shoe or struggling for breath, choking on rat poison. You find a home with a concealed walled in yard. Trees provide shade and on the stone pathway are M&Ms that had fallen from someone's grasp. As you walk away looking for something that is more your size the door opens to the home. You hide in the grass and look towards the door and see a young girl and a young woman in hijab exit. As they walk out of the yard the girl steps on one of the M&Ms, as she steps off little or no damage to it is visible. It is then that you see the heel of the young woman's leather slide flat come into view and smash into the candy. An audible crack comes from it as she looks down as she steps off, as she picks her heel up some of the M&M stays embedded into the tread of her heel. As she takes another step she feels something stuck to her heel and scrapes her heel sideways, dislodging the debris and then continues on. You walk towards the scene and see the smashed candy and start to eat it off the ground. You giggle as you enjoy the bounty, this is the first chocolate that you've had since your shrinking. When you finish with that part you move towards the part that she scraped off of her shoe. The shattered hard surface is embedded with the ripple pattern of her heel and a thin layer of dirt. You start to eat the shattered hard surface of the M&M and then proceed into the chocolate underneath. When you are done you start to lick the smeared chocolate off of the stone pathway. As you lick you hear a faint sticky slapping sound getting louder. You look to see the woman returning and you flee into the grass. You watch as she walks down the path, stepping on the piece of M&M that you were just licking up. She climbs the stairs to the porch and disappears inside of the house. Full, you decide to make a shack in the yard with cut grass and leaves. You toil for what seems like hours as you make good progress on your new home made of detritus. As you take a break from work, you hear the door open to the house and look over. You see the young woman exit as she's talking on the phone. You watch her as she slips something onto her feet that's by the door, and when she starts walking down the steps you see that they are Birkenstock sandals. She slowly walks down the path some as she listens to the phone, she stops where the M&Ms are and looks down, she cants her foot, apparently stepping on another M&M, and then looks away as she turns off the stone path towards a hanging chair near you. She replies to a comment from the person on the phone as she sits down, “I accidentally sat on one recently, and had to step on him to end his suffering. They're all over the place recently” she says as she crosses her legs, exposing the sole of her sandal with some smashed chocolate embedded into the tread. She pauses as she listens and then replies “it's horrible, I don't know how he got on the chair but he did.” You hear a muffled comment from the phone before she replies “oh no, I was gentle, I didn't want him staining the wood. Anyway, I've gotta go and do some chores and clean up around here for the party tomorrow.” She gets up and walks to the porch, placing the phone on a chair there, and then comes back with a broom and dustpan. She starts to sweep the rest of the M&Ms up and throws them into the trash. She then sweeps the stairs to the porch and then the porch before she retrieves her phone and slips her sandals off next to the door and goes back inside. You notice that the soiled one is partly on the other sandal, giving you the potential of enough space to crawl under the sole to eat it off the sole. You put that thought and the efforts to get to the porch in the back of your mind as you go back to working on your shelter. After some hours you finish your shelter and are feeling hungry. You look towards the porch and decide to try to reach her sandals. The few steps leading to it seem to be insurmountable to you, except that you notice a bush that is adjacent to the porch that seems to be somewhat overgrown. You decide to climb it and see if you can reach the wooden deck. As you climb higher and higher, you try to keep the fear of the height and the terror of falling in the back of your mind as you keep thinking of the sweets stuck to the bottom of her shoe. You finally reach the wood and notice with gratitude that the branch that you are climbing touches the porch's floor itself. You look over the porch and see the sandals near the door. Between you and them are breaks between the planks of wood that make up the porch's floor. Each easily wide enough to fall through, but narrow enough to be able to jump across. You proceed to jump across the gaps towards the sandals. When you reach them you are exhausted, but also excited. You approach from the back of the sandals and slip underneath the raised one. The tread where the heel is, is obliterated from wear, the smell from the footbed is intoxicating. As you crawl you see motes of dirt and other debris stuck to the sole, and then you reach the part with the chocolate. You move your face closer to the sole to lick the sweet brown material from the sole. You use your tongue to try to dig between the chocolate and the sole and pry it off. You fill yourself with the dirty chocolate and then stop to take a break and digest the food. As you lay there with the smell of her sandal filling the air, you hear footfalls. Alarmed you look towards the sound and see a woman's dress from between the shoes. As she effortlessly climbs the steps, you see her stylish leather soled sandals as she approaches the door. She steps on the plank that you're on as you feel it bend under her. You watch her foot and pretty plump toes as she stands. She turns as she twists her foot and then cants it giving you a view of the well worn sole before she opens the door and disappears inside of the house. You look back at the sole that you are under and take one last nibble of candy before you crawl out from under the shoe. You head back to the bush, when you reach it you hear the door open again and see a plump but pretty woman in her 30s exiting, “I'm going to pick Saba up” she says before closing the door. She slips her feet into the sandals that you were just eating from and then walks off. You carefully climb down the branch, in the time it takes you to do this the woman and her daughter return and reenter the house. You head back to the shack you built and wait. Eventually the door opens and the younger woman leaves in the same slides that she was wearing before as she carries some books with her. Hours later she returns, the sound of her feet pealing off of the inner soles of her shoes as she walks rouses you from your semi-catatonic state. You fall back asleep and wake just before first light. When the sun starts to shine you decide to see if you can fill yourself from the Birkenstocks again. You once again climb the bush, once you get to the porch you see the shoes and you notice with pleasure that there is once again a gap for you to fit under. You approach them and then crawl underneath the family sandals. You reach what is left of the crushed food and see that there is dirt and other filth embedded into it. You try to get your fingers underneath the food to try to pry some off but realize that the woman's weight has smashed it so far into the tread that the attempt is useless. As you lay there, you accept that to satisfy your hunger, you must eat the filth too. You push your face up to the filthy chocolate and take a bite. The sense of repulsion soon is pushed to the back of your mind as you taste the sweetness of the chocolate. You eat your fill from the sandal and then crawl away. You head back to your shack as you hear movement in the house, “they must be getting ready to have breakfast” you think to yourself as you start your climb down. You reach your shack and lay down. As you relax the door opens and the mother appears, you watch as her sneaker-clad feet step down the steps as she walks to her car. She gets in and drives off, some minutes later the two daughters exit the home, the older slipping her feet into the Birkenstocks. She tidies up the porch and lawn some more as the younger plays and pretends to help. Out of boredom you watch the older of the two work. When she finishes she walks to the porch and sits down at a table on it. She starts reading a textbook and writing notes on a notebook as she keeps a periodic eye on her sister. You watch as the young woman engages in some foot play with her sandals as she reads. As you watch the pretty woman, you can't help but feel sense a feeling of pride in the fact that you've eaten from her shoes. Eventually the mother's car returns, “Farah, come help me bring the groceries in” she says as she gets out. Farah gets up from the table and helps bring in a few bags that her mother left in the car. She enters the house and then quickly reappears to get her books. “Come help make sfeeha” she says to her sister who runs into the house in response. Before Farah reenters the home, she slips out of the sandals. Half an hour later the door opens and the mother and Farah appear. You watch them as they set up some tables and then quickly return to the home. Hours pass as you lay there, watching the world go by. This is the first time that you've felt safety since being shrunken, and you take advantage of this opportunity to relax. For so long you have been fearful, and now in this walled in yard you need not feel that way. Your mind starts to wander as you consider what it is that you were born for. Surely you are more than just a human pest, you think to yourself. Surely your life can have value. As you ponder existence a van parks on the street and the driver approaches the home. She climbs the stairs and knocks on the door. Farah answers and slips her feet into the Birkenstocks as she goes outside. Soon the mother follows with a pair of clogs in her hands, filth evidently embedded in the treads of them. She places them on the ground and slips her feet into them and then goes to the van to help accept the delivery of food from the catering hall. As you watch the women set the tables, you see a beetle on the stone pathway. You watch as the delivery driver approaches the beetle while carrying some more food. She steps over the slowly moving creature with her sneakers without noticing it. Behind her is Farah. You watch as she approaches him, concentrating more on not dropping any food than anything else. You watch as her pretty feet get closer, and then it disappears under her Birkenstock followed by a loud crunch. She either doesn't notice it or doesn't care as she continues to a table. The mother is behind her and she clearly seems to have noticed the sound. She looks down at it as she's bringing more food, she steps over it as she too delivers food to the tables. The delivery woman turns to Farah and the mother and says “I think there's one more tray” and then continues down the path. Farah heads towards the porch as the mother slowly follows the delivery woman. The delivery woman once again misses the crippled beetle, but the mother once again looks down at it as she gets closer. She stops just short of the half crushed creature and you hear her coo something before she raises her clog over it. She slowly lowers the sole onto it, its exoskeleton crunching under the tread of her shoe as the sole slowly makes its way to the stone pathway, the sound of failing exoskeleton continuing for the entire time until her sole reaches its destination. She gives it a slight twist before scraping her shoe back, and then continuing on her way as if nothing had happened. An hour later Farah and Saba exit the house in Thobe dresses, Saba wearing flats and Farah wearing platform sandals. You watch as Farah starts getting the food ready while she keeps an eye on Saba playing. Half an hour later the mother appears at the door, dressed similarly to Farah but wearing high heeled sandals. In her hands is a tray of pastries. You watch her as she walks to one of the empty tables and places the tray on-top. She returns inside as Saba pesters Farah. “Please, can I have a sfeeha” she begs as Farah replies “no, wait for the guests” and then eventually, “ask mom” she replies with irritation as Saba persists. As the mother exits with another tray Saba tries her luck with her. “Ok, I'll give you one, but just one. The guests have to have some too” she says with a kindly smile. As your curiosity of what this “sfeeha” must be like increases, the guests start to arrive. They all seem to be Muslim, though not all of them are Arab. You watch as a small group of Indian or Pakistani young women approach the sfeeha trays, each of them takes one of the pastries and walk away. One of them takes a bite out of the food and a piece of stuffing falls out, she tries to catch it but misses and it falls onto the stone pathway. The others of the group saw this and they giggle. They continue on, one of the group absentmindedly trampling the stuffing under her jutti flat. You decide that this is your chance to sample some of the sfeeha. As you approach the pathway you notice that the sfeeha seems to be on the far side of the pathway. As you get closer you see two groups of young women walking down it from opposite directions. One is the Pakistanis that you saw before, and the other is a Pakistani and an Arab woman. The Pakistanis take the near side of the path, as the two other women take the far side, they start to move into single file as they get closer to each-other. You look down at the feet of the women from the smaller group and see that their feet and shoes are partly obscured by their long flowing dresses. The Pakistani woman has what appears to be loafers with a one inch heel, and behind her is the Arab woman wearing flat sandals. The Pakistani woman steps forward towards the food on the ground, the block heel of her shoe crushes it further as she's talking to the woman behind her. You look towards the Arab woman and see her pretty toes poke out from under her skirt as she steps forward. Her sandaled foot gets closer to the sfeeha and then her toes descend upon it. Her weight rolls over the food, and then as she steps forward with her other foot her sandal slides backwards on the sfeeha under her. As she continues you see that she has torn some of it off of the stone pathway. You thank her for her oblivious kindness in making your task easier. You reach the pathway and drop down to eat the trampled sfeeha. You open your mouth and move your face towards the thoroughly trampled food. You close your mouth as your teeth cut into the stuffing, sliding past the grit that has been pressed into it by the women that trampled the delectable food. Your first thought is that it tastes something like liverwurst as you chew the mouthful of ground meat. You go to take another bite as you see out of the corner of your eye Saba running across the lawn with a friend of hers, followed by Farah's voice calling out to her. As you continue your feast, what you don't notice is Farah walking towards you. As you turn your head to eat from the edge of the somewhat loosened part of the sfeeha, you see a sight that sends a chill down your spine. You see Farah towering over you as she steps forward. You lay there paralyzed in fear as the black sole of her platform sandal comes down, you feel the wind of the displaced air on your legs when her shoe lands just short of you. As she steps forward she says “Saba, you'll dirty your dress” as you feel the sole press upon your legs and you howl in pain. As she steps off you get kicked by her, sending you forward slightly and rolling you over onto your back. She continues on without noticing you. You look at your mangled legs and see the mother approaching. You listen to her heels click clacking on the pathway as she gets closer, her pretty face looking towards her daughters. You pray to her to notice you as she's a step away now. You watch in terror as the filthy leather sole of her shoe slides over you, then the arch, and then the stiletto heel appears over you and comes down. You feel a sharp pain as it impacts and her full weight forces it through your body. You cry out again as she takes her next step. She must have heard you or felt something as she looks down behind her. Your eyes and her's meet as a look of disgust flashes over her face. She picks her foot up that you are stuck to the heel of and tries to wiggle you off of her stiletto. The fall from that height terrifies you as you close your eyes. When she fails she places her foot on the ground, a thin layer of your skin is all that keeps her heel from touching the ground and when its once again pinched under her you open your eyes in pain. You see her looking down at you again as she picks her other foot up. Her full weight presses her heel through the thin flesh as you watch helplessly as she brings her foot over to next to her heel and lowers the sole onto your arm. “Please no” you cry out immediately before she presses down. As she shifts her weight onto your arm you shriek in pain as you feel your bones get turned to dust beneath her sole. With you pinned in place she pulls her heel out of you and steps back. You look at your mangled body in shock and then you turn your gaze up to her. You see her looking down at you, a look of pity appears on her pretty face. “I'm so sorry, let me end your suffering” she softly says as she brings her foot next to you. You look over to her plump toes, they are close enough to smell. You watch as she rocks her foot back on her heel, “please no, not like this” you cry out and as you see the filthy sole of her shoe come into vision you cry out “please not like this, I'm not vermin.” As you weep she steadily brings the sole down onto you. You watch the last thing that you will feel in this world get closer, you study the dirty stains, lighter wear makes and black specks that adorn the light brown colored sole of her shoe as it approaches and you wonder if you will become yet another one of those stains and marks. “I'm not filth” you meekly whimper before her grimy sole touches you. The pressure increases, forcing the air out of your lungs as you cry out “no” and then moan as your ribs start to crack. Your lips are pressed against the sole, the grime gives a slight burning sensation to your lips. As you fail to struggle to breathe against the pressure that she's exerting against you, you feel your organs extruding out of the hole that she left in you. The wound burns as your exposed flesh touches her sole, you'd cry out if you still had any air in your lungs. It is then that you hear a voice in the distance. “Nora, what's the matter” the accented female voice says. “Oh nothing” you hear the mother's voice above you laugh. “I'm just putting a tiny out of it's misery, I accidentally stepped on it. I don't want it to suffer unnecessarily” she adds. As you start to blackout you feel the pressure suddenly relent as Nora rocks her foot back on her heel. You see the faces of the two women looking down at you, Nora with a superior look on her face, and the other woman with a look of disgust. “Hayawan muqraf” the second woman says as you start to plead for your life again, she adds “you'll dirty your shoe” as she turns her face to Nora. “La” Nora says as she continues to look down at you. “I'm sure I've stepped in worse” before she brings the sole down onto you again. You feel her for an instant before her full weight rolls over you, ending your existence and pain. As she steps forward off of you she scrapes her foot back, smearing part of you on the pathway and sending the rest back a few feet behind her. Your remains lay there on the pathway as you are trampled like filth. Your corpse gets broken up some underneath the women and their footfalls. A pair of young Arab women stop over you as they chat and eat sfeeha and other delicacies. Your remains end up under the pink quilted sneakers of one of them as she absentmindedly plays with the lump under her shoe sole. Rocking her foot on your remains and grinding you under her. Slowly pressing you into the tread of her shoe. When she walks off, whats left of you comes with her, each step pressing you deeper into your last resting place beneath the sole of her sneaker....
The Tired TinyMany of those stricken with the shrinking disease experience a terminal type of depression. They realize that they are no-longer able to experience the things that they once enjoyed, or they discover the new dangers to their lives and decide to take the easy way out. You are one of these unfortunates. Part of your decision comes to the lack of legal protections for your kind. Tinies can be taken off the street and used as slaves, tortured and killed, or stomped on and their remains left as filth on the sidewalk. You want to have some influence over your fate and choice to your end. You want your remains to be treated with dignity. Some services had opened up for tinies seeking an end of their own choosing. The only problem is that they are found on the dark web due to the questionable legality of it all. You find a mini-internet terminal made for your kind for the purpose of contacting loved ones. There you find a service in your area, “Final Solutions” the webpage's header says. The page has a list of services, all of them related to what they euphemistically call “euthanasia” and it has a gallery of “service providers” as they call them. You see a gallery full of beautiful women, some seem to be models. Others are “girl next door” type women, pretty but not model level. However one catches your eye, “Bella” she goes by. She has blonde hair with dark roots and is pretty in an attainable way. She is slightly plump but far from fat. Her feet are perfect, with a nice taste in shoes, an important thing for a refitist and foot fetishist such as yourself. She is dressed in a casual but elegant way that would further imply some sort of foreignness. You click her profile, you look at the higher resolution image and you can't take your eyes off of her. You look at what she is willing to do and see one option, under-shoe crush. You select it and continue to the next step. There is a field titled “special requests” and you fill it out. When done, you look it over. “Slow, under-shoe crush as I look up into your beautiful eyes. Let me experience everything as you end me without compassion or mercy. Contact the Tiny Agency for my remains to be given the treatment that they deserve.” You look over the address of your next of kin and hit the “Next” button. There is the price, $300,000 or failing that, whatever property and bank accounts you may have is to be bequeathed to “Final Solutions” that amounts to a minimum of $30,000. Without second thought you select the second option and fill your details in. You then move to the next page, a disclaimer for the contract that you are about to remotely sign. You see something about a “strict 'no contact' policy” where if it is violated, the “service provider” isn't bound to the contract anymore. You scroll past and accept, and then finish the process. Ariana is a relatively recent immigrant, she had gotten a job as an assistant to an elderly Italian woman. She cooks for her, she cleans for her, and she helps her with her shopping. The woman lets her use her luxury sedan for the errands. As a side job she signed up to a site called “Final Solutions” under the name of “Bella.” It promises great money, however she's yet to see someone request her. Despite that, she keeps her profile on the site. After a chore she looks at her phone and sees her email has a new notification. She looks at her email app and sees a mail related to “Final Solutions.” With curiosity she opens the mail and sees that her day has come. She starts to read the special request and stops at the words “let me experience everything” and looks at it with astonishment. She thought that any tiny would want a quick end, this one wants to die slowly? For the $10,000 that she will be paid, she's willing to accept the oddness, the money will certainly help her, but it's still odd to her. After a day of communications back and forth, you and “Bella” agree on a time and place. The place decided on is a secluded parking lot at a local park. In Bella's last correspondence to you, she writes that she'll show up in a white Cadillac sedan. The day comes and Ariana tries to decide on what to wear on her feet. She looks over her shoe collection and considers the possibilities. She looks over the email again and says “maybe he's into feet” as she looks over her sandals. She focuses her attentions on two pairs of sandals. One, a pair of peep toe flats that she's had for years. Another is a pair of Tory Burch sandals that she had gotten this summer. She looks at the flats and starts leaning towards them. “I might soil my good shoes” she thinks. She picks them up and looks at the sole, seeing filth coating the bottoms. She shakes her head, “that would be cruel, who would want to die under a dirty shoe” she says as she sets them down and grabs the Burches. She goes to her client's house and helps the old woman. After a while Ariana notices that the hour is near as she looks at her phone. “Teresa, do you need anything? I'm going to get groceries” Ariana says to the old woman before she walks out of the house to the Cadillac. She drives to the park and she thinks about how she's going to fulfill the tiny's wishes. “I guess I'll just rest my foot on him until I get bored, and then slowly step forward” she figures as she waits at a stop light. She shrugs as the light turns green, “it's his life” she says before taking her foot off of the brake. You wait in seclusion, watching the few cars that come and go from the lot in the week-day afternoon. As you wait for your angel of destruction you become more nervous. As you convince yourself that this is what you truly want, you see a white sedan pull into the middle of the lot. Without thinking, you step forward as the door opens. A female foot wearing beautiful ornate black flat sandals steps out of the car. Your angel, no, your goddess is here. She looks around her as you approach, her cell phone in her hand. She looks at it before looking around again, it is then that she notices you. She looks at you without visible emotion, your heart seems to skip a beat as you see her in person. You look down at her feet and see that they are prettier than they were in the picture. You look back at her beautiful, emotionless eyes before she speaks. She speaks your name as a question with a very apparent, and attractive foreign accent. She watches intently as you shake your head in the affirmative as you continue to approach her. She looks at something on her cell phone and presses something on it. She points it at you as she asks “are you ready?” You shake your head in the affirmative. “Speak it” she orders. “Yes, please crush me” you yell out as a flash of a smile appears on her lips. You lay down on your back on the warm asphalt as she comes closer. She stops just short of you as she looks down her pretty nose as you. You look down your body, past your hard penis, towards her beautiful feet. Her toes wiggle a little before she moves to pick her foot up. You look back up at her face as she's still staring down at you. You look back towards her foot and you see it sliding just over the ground towards you. You watch as the leather sole of her sandal slides over you, stopping just before the toe of her shoe is over your neck. She gently lowers it onto you, the grimy sole touching your flesh and penis. You feel her weight slowly ramp up onto you. Your heart beats almost out of your chest as you wonder if she can feel it through the sole of her sandal. You look up, past the tips of her toes and into her beautiful eyes as they still show no hint of compassion. You know that you are about to die under her shoe, and you feel that this is exactly where you should be. You breathe in and smell her perfume and the smell of her foot. Your breathing becomes labored as she adds more weight. You move your head to kiss the tip of her shoe as she adds even more weight. Your lips press against the warm leather as you look up and see her pretty toe within reach, but you remember the contract. You breathe in again through your nose and think that your last experience will also be your best experience. Ariana looks down at him, and sees his head moving around, seemingly struggling to breathe with only her foot resting on him. She feels a sense of sadness for him, it is then that she remembers his wishes. She lifts her heel up a little as she forces him to support more of he weight. You feel the pressure ramp up even more as you are now completely unable to breathe in. You see her pretty toes slide forward slightly above you. You feel as if it beckons you to kiss her flesh. “It is now or never, your end comes” you think, “she'll never feel it.” You move your head up and you kiss the soft tip of her toe. You feel excitement coursing through your body at the same time as panic starts as you body realizes that it is suffocating. Before the panic takes hold you kiss the goddess again. Ariana feels something touch her toe, she concentrates her gaze on the tiny and her toe as she sees his head move up, and the feeling comes a second time. Instantly a feeling of revulsion and anger flashes through her mind as she realizes that he touched her, he took advantage of her to kiss her. She watches as he moves his head towards her toe a third time. You see her toe rise up as the ball of her foot presses down on you further, you feel your ribs crack as you try but cannot cry out in pain. Her eyes look down at you, no-longer without emotion but rather, filled with anger. “You touched me, you kissed me” she says with anger, “you fucking pervert” she adds with barely contained fury. She raises her foot over you as you struggle to breathe. You try to apologize but words won't come as you wheeze and squeal in pain. You expect her to stomp you into the asphalt and are surprised when she instead steps back. You watch as she turns away and walks back to her car. You struggle to weakly and painfully cry out “I'm so sorry, please don't leave me here, come back” as she gets further away. She doesn't hear you, and if she did, she wouldn't care. You watch her as she gets into her car. You hear the engine turn on, and then hear the tires grind as they turn towards you. You look towards the driver and see that Bella is looking directly at you as the car starts to drive forward. In horror you realize what she intends to do. You try to crawl to the side, out of the way as the car gets closer. Every movement is agony for you, and all she has to do is turn the wheel a little to the left to compensate for your movement. You give up, you accept the fact that you lost the right to chose your fate, that she will kill you how she wants to, if she wants to. Fear fills your mind as you come to the understanding that you are at the total mercy of a woman that is now furious with you. You lay there as she gets closer, and when the sedan is close enough that the radiator blocks your vision of Bella, the car stops. She rolls the driver's side window down and sticks her head out of it to look at you. You hear the tires grind as she carefully aims the driver's side tire at you. You meekly and weakly plead to her to not do this. “Please, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself” you say to ears that are too far away to hear you. “Please goddess” you continue, “not like this” you plead to her. She looks down at her cell phone as she gets up the email from Final Solutions. “What did you ask for, 'let me experience everything as you end me without compassion or mercy,' yes? Ok” she says as she lets her foot off of the brake. The car rolls forward as she watches you go under the tire; you watch as the tire gets closer, the impersonal tread gets closer. “Not like this” you mutter before it touches you. You feel the grimy rubber on your foot, and then pressure and the pain of your bones snapping and flesh getting pinched between the asphalt and the unimaginable weight of her sedan. You cry out as you do indeed feel everything as her tire rolls up your body. The contents of your abdomen are forced out of their place by the great weight, pressed against the internal boundaries of your body, it ruptures out of the peritoneum, and then when it has nowhere else to go, ruptures through your flesh coating the tread of her tire as you give an agonized howl. As it rolls over your chest, smashing what is left of your rib cage; she sits above you in total control and tranquility as your barely audible screams stop. All that is left for her to hear are your bones snapping beneath the car's tire. As you look up with glazing eyes, you see the tread of her tire appear above you. One of the troughs in the tread is over your face, filth embedded in it. For a split second you watch it come down on your face, you feel the jarring impact and the rubber sliding past the sides of your face as your face is pressed into the dry filth in the tread, and then the feeling of an immense pressure on your head as your skull shatters under her tire. As she rolls forward, your body, wedged into the tread and adhered by gore stays stuck to the tire. She continues driving forward in the expectation that she will get you with her rear tire. As she continues forward, she doesn't notice the slight bump as she rolls over your body once again with the front tire, and then a third time. Once far enough forward, she stops the car and gets out, she looks back towards where you were and sees damp asphalt. She turns to look at the front tire and sees your remains coating it, embedded deep in the tread. She suppresses her sense of revulsion at the sight and takes her cellphone out to start taking video of the tire. “He violated the contract” she says matter of factly before turning the recording off. She turns around and gets back into the car. She closes the door and then writes a quick email to an account related to Final Solutions. “I met the client. He violated the agreement. I hope this doesn't cause any problems” she writes before attaching the video of you asking to be crushed, and the video of your remains. She takes the car out of park and puts it into reverse, lifts her foot off of the brake and starts turning the wheel to point the car out of the parking lot. Your remains once again get run over, but now they also get ground between the tire and the asphalt. She drives off to continue her shopping trip for Teresa, now that Ariana's little detour is completed. She reaches a stop light and starts to think. “Maybe I should gather what I can of him and give his remains to the 'Tiny Agency' so his family can have closure.” Before the light turns green she shudders in disgust and then puts the idea to rest, that means scraping tiny out of a tire, “who wants to do that” she thinks as the light turns green and she steps on the accelerator. Soon forgotten as being anything other than filth in the tread of a tire, your remains slowly get worn off in the weeks and months after, as Ariana runs errands for Teresa, or takes her to doctor appointments. By the time that Ariana spends through her share of your money, all that is left of you is ignoble filth embedded deep in the tread of the tire....
Hard Crush 2You know you're fucked. Once you were convicted you knew it was over. This was your third conviction, the third one means mandatory shrinking. You begged the magistrate for mercy but she didn't want to listen to your tale of trials and tribulations. Rather she chastised you and threw the book at you, not that it mattered. You are led by the court security officer to the shrinking room where you are met by an Asian woman who is the technician. She looks at you dismissively as she prepares the machine. You start to cry as you watch her. After a few seconds she sighs and rolls her eyes, and then walks towards you. “Listen” she says with condescension in her voice, “if you don't quiet yourself I'm going to step on you when you're shrunken, ok?” You nod your head as she turns back around and finishes preparing the machine, and then she and the court officer lead you to the device and order you to take your clothing off as you silently weep. The court officer uses her foot to kick your jail uniform away and then has you lay down under the machine. You look up at the two of them as the technician smirks. She raises her foot over you as you get to see the lug sole of her loafers, the soles are caked in filth. She cheerily says “if you make this hard, I'm going to slowly crush you to death, this will be the last thing you see, ok?” You nod in understanding and the two women leave. Not long after they lock the door to the room the device starts to hum. You close your teary eyes as a burning sensation pulsates from your chest out as the hum gets more intense. You feel air rushing out of your lungs as the sensation gets to be unbearable and you scream in pain. Soon the sensation subsides and you hear the door unlocking. You open your eyes to the sight of the two women as giantesses. You watch as the technician hangs back and the court officer approaches with a box in her hands. She scoops you up off of the floor with the lid and gently puts you into the box. As you tumble out of the lid into the box you notice others there. Before you can orient yourself the lid is closed over the box and the court officer starts to walk. As she does the box moves side to side, throwing those inside against one-another. “Mary, can you hand this to Julia when she gets here” the court officer says. The technician replies “of course.” You feel the box get jostled as Mary takes it, and then you feel it move side to side as she walks away with it. Soon there is the sound of a door closing and then there is more movement of the box as she sets it down. Then the lid slides up as she opens the box. Bathed in light you squint as you look up from a floor position at a smiling Mary bent over as she sits. “You guys were so good today, and I know that I said to some of you that if you were good I wouldn't step on you, but” she trails off, she places a finger on her chin as she looks away, pretending to think. “I need to have some fun” she says as she looks back into the box. “Who wants to have some fun with me” she asks as she puts her hand in the box. Panic fills the minds of the tinies inside as they scramble from her fingerss and you watch as she picks one of them up, pinching his arm between her thumb and pointer finger. The tiny disappears behind the wall of the box as Mary bends down to place him on the ground. You hear him frantically begging her as you see her raise her leg, and then cries of panic as she brings it down again. She gets up from her chair as the cries of panic are changed into shrieks and wet crunches. You see a look of joy on her face as she bursts out laughing. “Oh I felt that” she says following a particularly loud pop and crunch as she picks her heel up and leans into the leg that he's under the foot of. Soon the shrieks cease and all that is left are the wet crunches and the squeaks of wet rubber on a hard surface as you watch her grind her foot on the tiny. A knock is heard as Mary looks off, “oh, come in, Julia” she laughs as she bends down to pick the box up. “I was just having fun with one of them” she says and then looks down into the box trying to hold back laughter. “That's all they're useful for” Julia replies callously. “Let me get the lid” Julia adds as you look up. Soon you see the face of a somewhat plump, beautiful young woman with dyed blond hair looking down at you before she puts the lid in place. “I hope they find a nice home” Mary says sarcastically as she giggles. “They will” Julia says, punctuating the statement with a playful stomp. Mary gives Julia the box and they say their goodbyes. “They gotta let us out right? They gotta let us out” you hear a voice cry out in panic. Another adds “there's no way she'll stomp us to death, she's fucking with us” as others start to weep. Eventually Julia arrives at her apartment and places the box on her bed. She undresses to shower, and then once done with that she does her hair and gets dressed. As she gets ready, some of the tinies desperately try to dig their way out of the cardboard box. Over the sound of their scraping at the side of the box you hear her hair dryer, hair spray bottle, and then the sound of her heels click clacking on a hard surface. Before they make much headway she picks up the box as the smell of fear permeates the inside of it combined with her perfume. The sounds of her footfalls hammers home their fear. She stops as the tinies hear her tap the roof of their box, “me and my girlfriends are going to have some fun with you before we go out clubbing, you'll be our special guests. I hope you'll enjoy your time with us” and then she opens the door. As she drives to the unknown destination the terror of the tinies increases. They dig furiously at the cardboard wall of their prison and by the time she starts to park they have opened a small hole in the side of the box as exhaustion sets in. You are pushed towards the hole to continue digging before her hand covers it as she picks the box up once again. You stop digging in fear that you will touch her and thereby warn her of the breach. You listen to her high heels on the pavement, and then the echos of her heels on tile floor inside of a building. Someone starts to whimper inside of the box as another shouts “why aren't you digging” as a thud comes from inside the box and the sound of desperate scraping follows. “Her hand is over the hole, you'll let her know you fucking idiot” another cries out. As pandemonium breaks out inside of the box, you notice that the sound of her heels has stopped, and a soothing chime comes from the outside, and then a few seconds later a sudden but gentle acceleration happens. This knocks some of the disoriented tinies over as she starts to hum something and sway side to side, knocking most of the rest of the tinies over. Once she exits the elevator the muffled sound of her heel impacts causes the panic to start again. She stops suddenly and you hear a knocking, and then the sound of a door opening. “Julia, you look beautiful as always. Emma and Dawn are here” a man's voice says. “The cameras are already setup, and now that you and the other stars are here we can start” he adds cheerfully. “Good” Julia replies as she walks inside, “I think we'll need some money for the club tonight” she adds with a playful note. Another female voice with a European accent replies “definitely, we're going to dance and drink all night after this.” Julia puts the box down and you notice that you are somehow still close to the hole. You look through it and see Julia walking to the other two women. One is a diminutive dark haired woman in platform open toed heels, the other is an average height woman with dirty blond hair, wearing ankle boots. Julia hugs the two of them and then comes walking back to you and the box. Terror fills you as you pull your face away from the hole. Another tiny runs to it and starts tearing at the cardboard. You watch him as the box gets jostled and he falls over, quickly followed by the top opening. Looking down is Julia's smirking face. “Who'll be first” she asks and then her eyes fix upon you. You feel your flesh go cold as the blood leaves your face. You shake your head side to side as you mouth out pleas of mercy as she sticks her hand into the box. You watch as her fingers reach out for you, and then feel her soft fingers pinch your body. As she takes you out of the box you become blinded by the stage lights. You try to find a way to get a view of your surroundings but wherever you look your eyes are overwhelmed by the light. The only sensation that you experience is her fingers holding you and the sound of her heels on the hard floor, you look down and squint towards her pretty feet and shoes as she walks. She stops and you feel the sensation of weightlessness as she squats down to place you on the ground. On the ground now, you can't help but stare at her feet and strappy high heel sandals. You watch as her plump toes with red nail polish on them wiggle some as she stands up again. “You're staring at my feet you little perv, aren't you” she says in a scolding, accusative voice. You look up at her and see her face pretending to be disgusted. “Oh, now you're trying to look up my skirt” she says as you drop to your knees, desperately pleading to her for your life. “I think I might have to punish you, you disgusting little pervert” she says as she cruelly smiles. You watch in horror as she picks her foot up and brings it towards you. “Oh my god” you cry out as you fall backwards and try to back away from it. The closer it gets to you, more of the filthy leather sole that you see. “I want to feel you pop under my toes you piece of shit” she says. You look up in terror as she smirks down at you, when suddenly the toe of her shoe comes into view. She presses it down on your lower half, pinning you under her. “You're fucked now” she says as she starts to apply pressure on you. You feel your hip bones start to crack and as the leather sole is pressed down by her big toe you feel the flesh of the side of your abdomen being distended by the pressure causing your organs to try to find a new place to be. “Please stop, it hurts, I don't want to die” you desperately cry out as you feel your internal organs moving to escape her pressure as your hip bones start to give way. With a wet crack the bones finally collapse as you howl. She rocks her foot back on the heel as she takes a look at you, relieving the pressure on your abdomen in the process. She smiles as she says “I bet that hurt, you perv piece of shit” before she presses her foot back down. You watch her toes as the red flesh turns white as the blood is pressed out of them, and then you feel your side start to tear as the pressure forces your guts out of a hernia. A pulsating flow starts as the sole of her shoe descends further as your body starts to stop offering resistance. You watch in horror as your guts shoot out of your body and contact her toe, and then you hear a squeal above you. “Oh my fucking god, it's guts touched my toe” she cries out as she immediately pulls her foot away as she recoils in horror. “How fucking disgusting” says as she walks off looking for something to wipe her toe clean with. You look at your stomach. You instantly realize that even doctors couldn't save you, in desperate hope for an end to the pain you cry out “please kill me” as you writhe in agony. Off to the side you hear one of the other women laugh at Julia's plight. You hear footsteps as the voice says “that's why I wore boots.” You turn to look at the blonde woman, Emma, as she walks towards you, you beg her to end your suffering as she comes closer. You look away from her boots and look up at the ceiling, a few seconds later she comes into vision as she gives a quick glance down before looking forward again. The worn sole of her boot appears and then goes past as she steps over you. You watch her walk away, her pretty ass swaying in tight jeans as she does. When she gets to the counter with the box she pulls her phone out from her pants pocket. You watch her smirk as she manipulates the phone and tries to bring something up with it, and then hear her say “who wants to dance with me?” She then presses something on her phone and club music starts to play with a woman singing a foreign language. She takes a couple of tinies out of the box, one in each hand, and starts strutting to the center of the room as she dances to the music. You watch her as she comes closer and you notice some greenish filth on the sole at the toe of her boot. You cry as you weakly beg her to end your suffering under it, but she either doesn't hear you, or doesn't care. She stands over you, her boots either side of your suffering body as she squats down. She gently places the two tinies on the floor in front of her and then stands up as the song starts to increase in volume. One of the tinies looks towards you and shrieks in terror as she stands up. “Hey boy, gold für mich, für mich” sings a beautiful voice as the woman above you starts dancing. You watch as the dark haired woman, Dawn, starts walking towards the box, her high heeled platform sandals click clacking to the beat of the song. It is then that you notice the tiny closest to Emma backing away and then he falls backwards as she raises her boot over him. “Braucht nunmal platz, hey boy, freiheit ist gold für mich” the voice sings as she brings her foot down on him. A shriek of terror and pain comes from the tiny as she shifts her weight onto him and twists her foot side to side as she dances on him. Emma laughs with amusement as she feels the tiny's bones resist her for a moment, and then crack beneath the tread of her boot as her weight shifts on him. The other tiny starts to flee as Dawn walks by, her sandal impacts him, kicking him towards the playful blonde. “Mein weg meine zeit” the voice sings as her other boot lands on the now injured tiny. She picks the foot up slightly that got the first tiny, and you see that he's trapped in the tread of her boot, mangled, but still alive. His eyes wild with pain and terror as he disappears again from sight when she steps back down as she continues to dance. You look towards the other tiny and see that his lower half is underneath her boot as it slides around and twists as she dances. The tiny comes to from his unconsciousness and gives a blood curdling scream when he feels and realizes what's happened to him. Over the sound of the music and shrieks you hear footsteps and look towards them as Dawn and Julia approach the killing floor with the last of the tinies in their hands. You look back towards Emma's boots and see that the boot that was half crushing the tiny is off of him, leaving him mangled much worse than you are. Her boot heel is mere inches from you as she continues to dance. You look on with a mixture of fear and hope, fear of further pain, and hope for an end to your own suffering, when Dawn's platform high heel sandal effortlessly smashes the other crippled tiny flat, sending a streak of fluid and guts out from under her platform sandal. She stops on him, either not caring or not noticing the life she took, and quickly bends down to deposit the two tinies at her feet. As she gets up one of the tinies scrambles to his knees to beg her, almost praying to her, as the other sees the gory mess under her shoe. He starts to shriek in hysterics as she too starts to dance. You look up towards Emma only to see her as she robs you of even the hope for a quick end to your suffering as she steps aside. As Dawn and Emma dance, Dawn's foot comes off of the crushed tiny, exposing him to the eyes of the one begging her for his life. He gets up to run and it is then that you hear footsteps from the other direction. You turn your head and see the worn and filthy leather sole of a shoe slide past you as Julia steps over you. The impact of her stiletto heel shakes the ground inches from your head which is followed by a shriek of agony. She stops and squats over you as she too sets a tiny down on the dance floor. When she stands back up she steps to the side, exposing the two tinies at her feet. One that she had just set down, and the other who was just seconds ago was fleeing from Dawn, now crippled at Julia's feet, stuck in a puddle of his own gore and mangled flesh. “Oh my god, please kill me” he cries out as you watch Julia's feet twisting as she dances above the three of you. As the song hits a slow point you watch as she picks her foot up and brings it over to the cripple and deliberately places it on him. She rests her foot on him as his cries cease, but his arms flail desperately as the voice sings “Su willst mich nie mehr wieder seh'n, vermeidest jeden kontakt.” You continue to watch as she steadily adds weight, the sole of her shoe gets closer to the floor as the tiny's body compresses under her. The descent of her foot stops for a few seconds before the song picks up pace again with an excited, joyous beat. “Hey boy, freiheit ist gold fur mich” the voice sings as the women start to bounce on their toes, as Julia does so you watch as the tiny under her goes with a wet pop. As she dances her foot moves off from the crushed tiny, revealing the flattened remains and the one that Julia placed at her feet, covered in the gore of his just crushed compatriot. He sits there, shivering in terror as the three women dance around him. You look back up at the women and see the stark contrast of the suffering at their feet, and their joyous faces enjoying the music. As the song ends, Julia steps forward into the group and towards the frightened tiny as she giggles. “That's a fun song” she says as you watch her stiletto heel impact him. He howls in pain as she continues to walk with the now impaled tiny stuck to her heel. “I have no idea what she's singing” she says as she looks down at the tiny and her heel, she raises her foot to shake him off she and continues “but it's a fun song to dance to.” He slides off and Emma replies “it's about the freedom to have a fun time.” Julia looks down at the tiny and says “well, this fucker isn't having a good time.” You watch as the two other women get closer to him to get a better look. Dawn squats down and says “oh, you poor thing” as she feigns concern for him. Emma gives him a poke with her boot as she says “keine Freiheit oder Spaß für dich denke ich” as Julia follows that movement by raising her foot over him and firmly presses down on the tiny. She quickly scrapes her foot back as Dawn laughs “you really fucked him up, look, you turned him inside out.” Emma leans in and then turns to walk away while laughing as Julia takes her foot off of the corpse and tries to scrape her shoe sole clean as she says “let me get that filthy fuck off of my shoe” with a tone of disgust. Dawn teasingly says “come on, he just wants to come to the club with you.” Once Julia scrapes her sole as clean as she can, she follows Emma off of the killing floor leaving Dawn to look around. You turn your head towards Emma and Julia as they start talking about tonight's plans. Emma rocks her foot back on her heel as you see the tiny stuck in her boot's tread again, his eyes still open, his mouth moving. “I think we got them all” Dawn says. You turn your head to watch as Dawn stands up. “Please finish me” you cry as she slowly walks across the floor continuing to look at the carnage, searching for any survivors. It is then that her beautiful dark eyes lock upon you as she stops. You move your arm as she smirks, “oh, one of you left a live one” she says. You look up at the dark haired, brown eyed beauty as you hear footsteps coming towards you and then Julia's face looking down with disgust. “Oh, that one” Julia says dismissively as she adds “that piece of shit dirtied my toes” she says as she recoils in disgust. She looks towards Dawn and continues “kill him if you want.” Julia's comment visibly pleases Dawn as she places her foot next to you. You smell a mixture of her perfume and the pleasant smell of her foot as she starts to rock her foot back on the heel, revealing the battered and filthy black sole of her platform high heel sandals. You spot a piece of blackened gum that has been trampled flat into the sole of her shoe, partly covering a long abused sizing sticker. You hear Emma walking as Dawn's face shows a cruel smile, “should I make him suffer” she offers to Julia. You look up at Julia as she gives you a dismissive glance, “it's up to you, I don't care one way or another” she says before turning away. You look back towards Dawn as she brings the sole over to you, it offers you a cruel and perverse form of kindness. It finally offers you an end to your suffering. “It can't still be alive” Emma says with a sense of amused amazement. Dawn replies “it is” before she taps her foot on you, the sudden impact shatters your ribs. As you start to cough Emma sees your movements. “Oh wow, I guess they can take more damage than I thought” Emma exclaims. “He's not going to take this well” Dawn says to Emma, and then looks down at you while smiling before saying “thank you for your sacrifice, you're paying for our drinks tonight.” She then gently lowers her foot on you. You watch as the sole slowly gets closer, and then contacts your body once more. The gum adhered to the sole of her shoe presses against your lips as she adds more and more pressure. You hear Dawn's sweet voice quietly say “I like it when you pop, will you pop for me, please?” before she increases the pressure further. Your head is forced to the side as you see Emma's boots once again and think yourself luckier than the tiny trapped in the tread of her boots before the pain intensifies. As the pressure mounts on your chest you feel your broken ribs cutting into your body, you cry out as the air is forced from your lungs. You close your eyes as you feel the shattered parts of your hip bones shifting under her, when you open them again you see Julia's feet next to Emma and hear Julia and Emma chatting. Soon you feel the filthy gum pressing against the side of your face. The pressure is unbelievable before a loud crack and nothingness follows. Dawn proceeds to dismantle your corpse under her, pressing down on you until your bones no longer can break, grinding you into a paste and then sliding her foot forwards and backwards to smear you across the floor, making you into something wholly unrecognizable. As Dawn destroys your remains, Julia and Emma walk to the cameraman to get their pay. Julia collects Dawn's pay and walks towards her as she finishes with your remains. Julia steps onto your gore as she hands Dawn her share. As you coat and soak into the worn leather sole of Julia's shoes, Dawn counts her money. Her smile changes to surprise as she continues counting. She turns to the videographer with a look of astonishment and says “Jeff, this is too much.” “No, you girls did great, this video will be a hit. Dawn turns to Julia excitedly as the two women chat about the fun they just had and about the fun they'll have tonight. Emma joins them as she too stands on the coated floor. Soon the women leave that place for the club, your remains that come with them destined to mix with the filth that will be collected from the club's dance floor as you become one with the filth on their shoe soles.
The Ant Bully: Wrath of Queen TiffanySTORY TEASER (full story below):- While busy rocking out to her favorite tunes, Tiffany Nickle is impervious to a group of ants that have snuck into the Nickle household. These ants have been tasked by Zoc to slip a growth agent to whatever she's drinking which will make her grow to a giant size. Naturally, Tiffany sips her newly spiked drink of water and soon finds herself (and her clothes and sandals) growing bigger and bigger. After bursting out of the house, Tiffany grows to 50 feet tall and immediately sets her sights on the smaller-than-usual city, complete with tiny people and buildings. Tiffany walks into this city curious at first, but quickly the power consumes her and she goes into full-on rampage mode, occasionally stopping to capture some tiny people and make them her slaves, at least before she crushes them under her sandals. As Tiffany's war on the mysterious tiny city rages on, Lucas wonders how he can shrink her sister back to normal...====FULL STORY:It’s another typical day in and around the Nickle household, with just Tiffany and Lucas home while their mother goes out shopping. After his adventure with the ants a couple months ago, Lucas makes sure to treat them with respect and help them however he can (especially in the sweet treats department). All Tiffany does, especially as she looks out the window, is roll her eyes and put her headphones on while queueing up a song on her digital music player.“I swear my baby brother has gotten soft ever since he met those ants, but whatever.” Tiffany said as she hit the play button on her player and danced all the way to the easy chair in the living room, breaking out into singing and a bit of dancing.While all this was going on, a group of rookie ants were marching and climbing towards the open window, with one of them carrying a large pill.“Ugh… this pill is so heavy…” the ant holding the pill said.“Keep it together, soldier! Zoc has asked us to deliver this pill to the destination pronto!” another ant shouted, presumably the one in charge.“Why are we doing this, again?” another ant asked.“Zoc is testing these new pills that, after they’re dissolved in a liquid solution, will make the subject grow bigger!” the ant in charge said.“So it’s the opposite of what he did with Rokai, the one formerly known as the Destroyer?” another ant said.“Precisely!” the ant in charge said.“But why would we need to make something like that happen?” another ant said.“I don’t know, soldier! I just carry out his orders and don’t ask questions, and neither should you!” the ant in charge said.Eventually, the ants made it into the kitchen and wedged their way into the refrigerator, using various food items and shelves to make their way to one of the upper shelves where the drinks were being kept. The resilient bodies of the ants made them able to take the cold temperature inside the fridge, but they ran into a slight problem as they looked in front of them.“Huh? There seems to be more than one drink.” one ant commented seeing the multitude of options before them, including a six pack of cans that seemed to be held together by some sort of plastic loops.“Darn it! Which one does the former Destroyer consume?” another ant asked.“Just pick some already! We can’t stay here much longer! We must get back to the colony to continue your training!” the ant in charge shouted. With that said, the ants just picked out whatever drink they set their eyes on and carried the pill into it. The drink turned out to be the pack of diet soda that Tiffany consumed on a regular basis. It didn’t matter to the ants, as they felt the job was done.“Well done, rookie ants! Now back home on the double! Hop two three four! Hop two three four!” the ant in charge said as he and the numerous rookie ants all made their way out of the fridge, out of the house, and back into the anthill from whence they came.A few minutes later, the blonde-haired Tiffany, wearing her usual outfit of purple pants and purple shirt (both adorned with flame patterns on the edges) and of course those thick dark purple sandals of hers, wiped the sweat off her forehead. It didn’t surprise even her that she ended up standing up from the chair to jam to her beat, and naturally, as much as she moved around, she worked up a sweat. She took the headphones off her ears and let them hang behind her neck.“Whew… nothing like hearing the soothing rock tones of my girl. Still, I am thirsty after all that.” Tiffany said as she walked away from the living room and into the kitchen. She opened up the fridge and pulled out her favorite diet drink, the same one spiked earlier by the ants with the mystery pill. Not knowing that, of course, Tiffany tilted the already opened can of the diet soda towards her mouth and gulped it down. She kinda cringed at first, feeling the dissolved pill go down with her soda and therefore changing its flavor just enough.“Mmmm… did this soda get too cold? Whatever. I’ll just blame it on Lucas.” Tiffany said as she closed the refrigerator door.As she did so, she saw Lucas suddenly standing behind where the open door was, startling the teenage girl.“Waaaah! Don’t sneak up on me like that, you little pipsqueak!” Tiffany said.“Well maybe don’t leave the fridge door open as long as you did. You know Mom hates that!” Lucas said.“Hellooooo! Could you please talk louder, little pipsqueak? I don't hear you...” Tiffany said, playfully bonking her little brother on the head. Lucas just rolled his eyes, brushing it off to the typical behavior of his older sister."Tiffany, remember that you promised to take me to the pizza shop arcade today. My friends will be waiting for me." Lucas said as he reminded Tiffany of her big sister responsibilities."Yeah yeah, I got it. Ugh.....why do little kids take so long to grow up?" Tiffany sighed nonchalantly. Tiffany disliked going out to ‘low class’ places and taking care of her little brother. She’d rather spend her day pampering herself up and being worshiped like a goddess to anyone who walked near her. The girl raised the can of soda to her lips."Mmmm… tasty." Tiffany drank all the contents of the can despite the flavor being slightly different."Oh.....OOOOOOHHHHH…" Tiffany moaned as her blue eyes opened wide. Clutching her stomach, she dropped the empty can and stared at Lucas, as if something out of the ordinary was happening."Tiffany? What’s wrong?" Lucas asked nervously. The young boy then gasped as he watched Tiffany get a little bit taller before his eyes. He always knew Tiffany was the ‘big sister,’ but this was quickly proving to be more literal than usual.“Ouch!” Tiffany exclaimed as her head brushed against the ceiling. She looked down to see not only how much taller she had gotten, but a few other changes happened with her body as well.“Huh? This feels… kinda nice actually.” Tiffany said as she fully processed everything that changed with her figure, not just from the increase in height. Her thighs got wider, almost looking like the ones of her mom. Her entire body got thiccer and curvy. Her breasts got notably rounded as well, and despite all these changes, her clothes and even the music player and headphones grew right with her. How that happened was of no concern to her as she looked down at Lucas.“Lucas! Give me a mirror! Hurry!” Tiffany shouted.“R…r…right!” Lucas said as he ran up the stairs. He comes back about 30 seconds later holding one of Tiffany’s handheld mirrors in his hand, and she whistles over her new appearance. Tiffany now looked like an attractive 21 year old model."Wow, I look so pretty. That diet soda rocks! Now all the girls in the neighborhood will envy the queen!" Tiffany really enjoyed the results after drinking the soda."What are you talking about? That diet soda is more like a jumbo growth soda! This is not normal! Let me help you return to normal!" Lucas shouted. In the back of his mind, he suspected the ants had something to do with Tiffany’s growth spurt, and started to run away like he wanted to go outside and consult with them. Tiffany was having none of that, however, as she pounded the floor with her sandaled feet in frustration, shaking up the whole house in the process.“Hey, you pipsqueak! Don't ruin my fun!” Tiffany shouted."But Tiffany, just look at you! Get rid of that soda, now!" Lucas tried to take the whole pack of diet soda as he opened up the fridge, but Tiffany pried them easily from his hands."Neh neh, you're still too teeny tiny to reach them." Tiffany said as she raised the package with her huge strength, and pushed Lucas away."I always wanted to look this beautiful. Mmmmm..." Tiffany looked curiously at the entire pack of sodas. After a brief wait, Tiffany opened the cans, and drank all of them much to Lucas’ horror.“Ahhhh… Tiffany, stooooop!!!" Lucas screamed desperately. The amazoness teenager planted her flip flop feet in front of him. In a matter of minutes, Tiffany finished almost all of the drinks."Mmmm....It feels so good. Oooooh… here it goes again!" Tiffany experienced another growth spurt.The kitchen got filled by Tiffany's body in a matter of seconds. The blonde girl was having such a hard time finding space, even as her head burst through the collapsing ceiling. Tiffany loomed large over the miniscule stature of Lucas, who had a hard time breathing, as she now weighed close to a few tons."Woah! This is Mom’s room!" Tiffany said as her head continued to plow through the floors of the house. But the fun was just starting."Ugh… My parents are going to kill me for this mess." Lucas said as he finally managed to wiggle his way out of the kitchen and out the front door."AAAAAAH… MORE!!!" Tiffany continued moaning. She grew and grew with satisfaction, wanting to earn more power, like a goddess. Lucas watched from outside the house how her sandaled feet bursted through the walls of the house. Eventually the whole house got destroyed by Tiffany's massive body. She bursted through the structure, now at 50 feet tall."Ooooooh… everything looks so small. I like it...." Tiffany said with a gleeful smile. She looked around her surroundings, impressed to have the privilege to be a divine being in comparison to everyone else, especially in the size department. Obviously, Tiffany’s growing antics, especially involving the demolition of her home, drew attention in the entire neighborhood. People in the neighborhood stared in shock at the giant Tiffany. Some ran away frightened while others stayed like voyeurs watching with curiosity."Heh, what's the matter? Do you think I'm pretty?" Tiffany decided to strike a couple poses down at some of the older guys. As for everyone else, they weren't just staring at Tiffany. They were staring at all of Tiffany, especially her glamorous, irresistible body even if most of it was still covered by her clothing. The giantess blushed cutely as some whipped out their cameras and took pictures.Yet as embarrassing as the situation was, she loved receiving attention and being seen as the ‘queen of the place.’"Miss, stop or we'll arrest you for disturbing the peace!" some policemen shouted from below."Huh, and what you're gonna do, you pipsqueaks?" Tiffany said defiantly. The 50-foot-tall teenage beauty planted her immense flip flop down, chasing the policemen away with ease."Oooooh, this is so gooood. I'll finally be the most beautiful beloved girl in the entire town." Tiffany said as her mischievous smile made her intentions very clear.As the sandaled big sister of monstrous proportions casually walked down the road of the town, with a few people running and screaming for safety, she either kicked or stepped on smaller things such as mailboxes, trash cans, and street lights that were in her path. Sometimes, she trapped some people between her toes just to get laughs out of it. But the fun was just beginning.“Ugh… Tiffany, for the last time. Stop!!!” Lucas screamed as if he were a commoner wanting to attract the attention of a goddess. Of course, the pleads fell on empty as Tiffany ignored her brother and almost crushed him with a huge stomp. “Oops! Sorrrrrry, little pipsqueak! Haha… look at you, you’re not even big enough to massage my big toe!” Tiffany shouted. Lucas cringed as the comment clearly rubbed him the wrong way, but thought better to argue with his giant sister unless he wanted to be a splat under her sandal. No longer bound by the obligation to take care of the ‘little pipsqueak,’ Tiffany directed her steps with destiny to the city, eager to be served and adored.“Now the giant queen that is me, Tiffany Nickle, shall continue her march for the city, not wanting to waste my awesome size and beauty on this lowly town.” Tiffany said. As the giantess picked up her pace towards the city in the distance, Lucas finally stopped chasing her and looked back to his wrecked house.“Okay, Lucas, one problem at a time. First I should come up with a reason to explain to Mom why the house is a mess. Then I gotta let the ants know what happened!” Lucas said as he rushed back towards his home.Taking advantage of the fact that her hearing aids grew with her, the gigantic teenager hummed her favorite tune fervently, with a nonchalant air. Without realizing it, the effect of the growth potion was still ongoing. Taller and taller the gal very quickly got with each giant step, already eclipsing over 125 feet tall and still growing, albeit very slowly. Underneath her growing flip flops, most people on the outskirts of her hometown screamed in horror and tried to run away. The cacophony of screams. shattering glass, thumping sounds and crumpling metal extended to all the town, as the giant Tiffany’s sandaled feet bulldozed house after house in the process."Hahahahaha, what are you doing on my feet, you little bugs?" Tiffany giggled in pure satisfaction, after discovering that some people ended up between her toes. The diminutive people grabbed the central strap of Tiffany's favorite pair of sandals in the hopes it would provide them cover. Tiffany, meanwhile, directed her attention back to the city as she was happy to see it just a few steps away.In the city center, everyone gathered for fear of recent tremor warnings. But no one would realize that the worst was yet to come....*THUMP THUMP* Immediately afterwards, the citizens felt the ground shake and loud thunder-like sounds echoed overhead, getting bigger and stronger. With each powerful advancing step, the cars, trucks and every vehicle possible in the traffic began to bounce. Some people were forced to grab something to hold on and also to realize the danger they were in."Muahahaha! Hiiii, this is Tiff, your new Queen!" giggling cutely in an evil tone, the giant goddess rose her pants-covered legs over the horizon of buildings. Piercing easily the huge structures of concrete and metal, the flip flop clad feet of the giantess lands in front of the traffic, unleashing a huge rain of debris."AAAAGHH! A giant monster!" a frightened woman shouted. Tiffany smiled upon hearing this woman.“Haha, thanks! Now you go squish!” Tiffany said as she raised her sandal up to try and crush the woman. She managed to run out of the way just as Tiffany planted her foot down, leaving a huge sandal imprint in the ground.“Aaaaaah… I feel like I’m in heaven!” Tiffany shouted as she admired the many people running away from her as well as some of the buildings towering alongside her. Granted, some structures were still towering above her, but she still felt the overwhelming sense of power coarse through her veins, and it only grew as she continued to walk down the streets, making sure to crush any parked cars that stood in her way.Of course, Tiffany did much more than just fee fi fo fum her way down the road and crush anything that was in her path, including a traffic light that she effortlessly kicked off its foundation with her sandaled feet. She made sure buildings were part of her destruction spree as she casually slapped the sides of any buildings she stood alongside. She giggled watching the debris fall to the streets and almost land on groups of people and cars.“Woo! Wait until the other girls at school hear how I spent my summer vacation!” Tiffany said. She looked in one of the glass windows of the nearby skyscrapers and saw numerous officer workers all look in shock at the giantess. Tiffany playfully grabbed her newly endowed chest and gave her shirt a rub.“Mmmm… aren’t I the most beautiful queen in all of history?” Tiffany said as she twirled around showing off her beauty pageant winning body, transformed thanks to the effects of the growth potion.“And if you disagree with me…” Tiffany said as she wound up one of her fists, with the office workers running like mad away from the windows as they knew what was coming next.A loud crash rang in the eardrums of these people as they looked back and saw the giant fist crashing through. As the fist opened up and demolished every floor, ceiling, desk, computer, file cabinet, and Roomba in its path, After Tiffany felt she had grabbed enough stuff in her hand, she closed it up and pulled it back out, taking a bunch of debris out with her. When she opened her hand, she saw a man and woman both quivering with fear.“Awwww… aren’t you a cute couple!?” Tiffany said as she playfully petted them with her finger.“Please! Don’t eat us!” the man screamed.“Eat you? Bleh! Why would I want to eat a bunch of pipsqueaks like you? Besides… I’m on a strict diet.” Tiffany said.“Then just let us go!” the woman said.“Hmmm… I’ll let you go on one condition. That you agree I’m the most beautiful girl in the entire world!” Tiffany said.“Yes, giant girl! You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world!” the man and woman both shouted.“Teehee… thank you for your cooperation!” Tiffany said as she kneeled down and set the two people on the ground next to her sandaled feet.“Now run along! Things are about to get really messy here!” Tiffany said as she reached inside the gaping hole she punched into the building and gutted it some more. The people ran away as the building finally couldn’t take any more of the giant Tiffany’s abuse, finally toppling piece by piece down to the ground. The plume of smoke that came from the building’s destruction made the giantess cough as she tried to wave the smoke away.“*cough cough* Geez… why can’t they make these buildings out of something else that won’t go up in smoke, like, I don’t know… paper mache!” Tiffany said. The giantess shrugged off that random thought and got to peeking inside another nearby building.While all this was going on, Lucas’ number one enemy, Steve, had been going about his day until he, like everyone else, got a sudden look at the giant Tiffany. Steve had run after the giantess doing his best to keep up with her until finally he stood a few yards away from her sandaled feet. He looked up and up and up at the towering beauty while she played around with the buildings in front of her. Steve had drool coming out of his open mouth as he stared up and watched her."Geez, it's more like Babezilla. *whistle*" Steve said as he blushed horribly, Apart from her extraordinary size, the girl herself was very good looking. Her scale was much to command attention, as those sandaled feet easily exceeded the size of any truck. Who knows what the building sized girl would do to him if she spotted him? It was with that thought the boy made sure to keep his distance and yet inch closer and closer to get a better sense of being towered over.The now 250 foot teenage girl was so close enough, that he could smell the gorgeous perfumed lotion anointed to her pedicured feet, which almost put him in a trance.He broke out of that trance, however, when he watched Tiffany move away from the destroyed buildings and go back to rampaging down the city streets."Muahahaha!" Tiffany laughed as she put her hands on her hips. The titanic girl of immeasurable weight casually strolled through the traffic, flattening cars, buses, and trucks like paper. The citizens did their best to run away from her giant flip flops. With each monstrous stomp, the heavenly huge breasts of the female monster bounced and bounced, and each of her steps left huge gaping footprint shaped potholes on the pavement. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t seem scared at all. In fact, ever since the Nickle family moved to his neighborhood, despite using Lucas as a punching bag (at least until he and some of the other neighborhood kids rebelled against him), he always had a secret crush on Tiffany and often would wonder how he could get her attention.The 250-foot-tall Tiffany then came to a sudden stop in the middle of crushing a semi truck to pieces (almost causing Steve to crash into her flip flop).“Hey, wait… these grew with me?” Tiffany said as she remembered she still had her music player next to her hip and hooked to her pants as well as her headphones around her neck. She took the headphones off and looked at them.“Hmmm…” Tiffany said as the imagination got cranking in her mind. What if she were to… and that’s when she snapped her fingers and smiled.“Oh! I can’t believe I didn’t think of doing this before!” Tiffany said as she hurriedly put the headphones on her ears and then pressed a series of buttons on her music player. Once one of her favorites songs was playing, as judged by the lyrics coming out of her mouth, she broke into a rhythm as she stomped and crushed to the beat, not giving a darn about what she was destroying, and even if she wasn’t directly stomping on something, her powerful stomps from her dancing caused quakes all over the city, cracking apart many buildings and knocking people and vehicles galore off the ground.“You’ve got the funk in my heart! Just dialllll me up! You my lovin’ doll...” Tiffany said until she went to humming the song, continuing to swing her arms and legs wide as she grooved out to the song.By the time the song ended almost 3 minutes later, Tiffany had worked up a sweat as she wiped her forehead with her arm and took off her headphones, actually letting them fall to the ground next to her feet, causing a few people dumb enough to be near the giantess (including Steve) to scamper and avoid the headphones crush them.“Whew… maybe not the best of ideas to dance like that on a hot day like today.” Tiffany said. She reached down towards her pants and put her hands inside them like she wanted to pull them down. She stopped at first, remembering where she was, but then remembered how much more beautiful her giant size had made her, and then smiled again.“Oh, what the heck.” Tiffany said as she pulled her pants down, revealing her beautiful legs and her pink underwear. And the giantess didn’t stop there either… after stepping out of her pants (with her sandals still on her feet), she next reached underneath her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, eventually removing that as well and leaving her in just her pink bra. After dropping the sweaty clothes atop some nearby buildings, Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief and then looked over and saw some brave souls taking pictures of the giantess exposing more of her skin. Tiffany giggled and playfully did some supermodel-type poses, and then made a rather dirty comment.“Heh, I bet you perverts want me to take it off, especially up here.” Tiffany said as she playfully bounced her newly enlarged bra-covered chest up and down with her hands. The giantess then stuck her tongue out.“Well, too bad. Wait until I’m a few years older! Meanwhile, I’m gonna give my skin some much needed UV rays.” Tiffany said.The giantess walked towards a row of buildings and sat down, firmly squashing and mangling them underneath her behind. More buildings got ravaged as she laid back on her back and rested her hands behind her hair. After she shifted around (causing further damage to buildings and vehicles) to get more comfortable, she peeked to the sides of her head and saw a few more gazed onlookers, some of whom were still taking pictures.“Your goddess demands a massage! Give one to me however you can and I may just spare your lives!” Tiffany said. To the giantess’s amazement, many of these people complied and started climbing up the skin on her body.“Heh… that was easy. Maybe it’s because of how big and beautiful I am that these people are hypnotized.” Tiffany said as she felt the miniscule feet and hands of these little people while they either climbed up or walked around her body. When they got to ticklish parts of her body, such as near her belly button, the giantess giggled and fidgeted around.“Teeheehee… that tickles!” Tiffany shouted.Unsurprisingly, one of those who ascended onto the giant Tiffany was Steve. He had climbed onto the flip flop, making sure not to stay in between her massive toes for too long. The smell of the destruction both on her flip flop and her foot was overwhelming for Steve, but he pressed on, whistling as he looked out in the distance from atop Tiffany’s ankle, marveling at how far the giantess stretched on.“Wheeeee! Lucas is going to be so jealous when he finds out I’ve been crawling all over his super hot giant sister!” Steve said as he rushed forward, wanting to see if he could actually talk with the giantess. He had to make sure to keep his balance along the way, as Tiffany continued to giggle and fidget around from the little people tickling her with almost every step they took.Tiffany, meanwhile, was 50% relaxing in the sun and 50% feeling the movements and massaging attempts of the couple dozen people that populated her skin.“Ugh… I wish I had my tanning lotion with me, but oh well. I’m beautiful enough of a queen as is.” Tiffany said as she looked down between her breasts to see what the little people were doing. As she focused her vision around her belly button, she spotted a familiar face around that area.“Hey… it’s you!” Tiffany said as she reached down with one of her hands. Steve looked up and saw the giant hand approaching and tried to get away.“Eeeep!” Steve said as he tried to turn around and escape, but there was simply no escaping that giant hand as the fingers wrapped around his body. Steve could only watch as he moved upward at rapid speed, eventually coming face to face with the giantess and her baby blue eyes. At the same time, Tiffany got up and into a sitting position, causing the other people standing on her stomach region to tumble down to her legs.“Um… hi, miss giant Queen Tiffany!” Steve said.“I remember you. You’re the dork who pushes kids around, one of them my little brother.” Tiffany said.“Heh heh… guilty as charged. Steve’s the name, and… no hard feelings?” Steve asked.Tiffany liked seeing how scared the boy was. It was to be expected, as she’d be terrified too if she was in some giant monster’s hand. But then the giantess smiled.“Nah. Actually, I think you look cute. Do you want to be my friend?” Tiffany said.“Um… yes! Yes I do!” Steve shouted.“Okay! I’ll keep you in a safe place for now.” Tiffany said as she moved Steve towards her chest.“Whoa!” Steve shouted as Tiffany let him go and he fell right smack in between her massive boobs. For good measure, Tiffany rubbed them together and couldn’t help but laugh seeing his cute little head stick out.“Comfy, little guy?” Tiffany asked.“Yeaaaaaaah…” Steve said as he seemed to be dozing off into a trance. Whether it was the perfume the giantess was wearing or just the mere fact he was between two of her most sacred body parts, Steve was overcome and let himself relax while Tiffany gradually nudged the tiny boy to a spot between her breasts and her bra to ensure he wouldn’t fall out.“You’ve got the yeah yeah! I’ve got the hey hey!” Tiffany said as she broke into a song again and then laid back down into a relaxing position.“Keep massaging, you little peeps! You do a good enough job and maybe I’ll put you where Steve is.” Tiffany said as she winked down to the tiny people.Meanwhile, back at the neighborhood where the Nickle family lived and Tiffany first grew, Lucas ran out of the house and gulped nervously as he watched his mother, Doreen, pull up in her station wagon. Doreen got out of the car and Lucas immediately ran to his mother.“Peanuts! Thank goodness you’re okay! Have you seen what’s happened to Tiffany?” Doreen said.“Mom! I’m so sorry… I can explain what happened…” Lucas said as Doreen looked past her son and up at the heavily damaged house. Lucas took a deep breath expecting to be grounded for life, but instead…“It doesn’t matter how it happened. The important thing is that you’re safe.” Doreen said.“Yes, Mom. Yes, I was… um… outside when it happened. I…” Lucas said.“Lucas, wait here. I’m going to go inside and call the science lab. Maybe they can find out what’s happened to Tiffany and find a way to cure her.” Doreen said as she hurried inside the wreckage of the house.Lucas, meanwhile, merely folded his arms over the incredible stroke of luck he just went through.“Well… that was different from what I had planned, but I’ll take it.” Lucas said.“Rokai! Rokai!” a female voice shouted from nearby. Lucas’ eyes lifted up as there were only a select few who called him by that name, and so he looked towards the anthill in the front yard and approached it, leaning down to just barely make out three ants that he recognized.“Zoc! Hova! Queen!” Lucas said.“Oh good… the implant I left in your head works perfectly. We can hear each other crystal clear!” Hova shouted.“Rokai, are you alright?” Zoc asked.“Yes, but what are you doing out here?” Lucas asked.“Tell us, Rokai. Has your sister, the girl you call Tiffany, been enlarged to giant size? Of course, when I say giant size, I mean big enough to make you and other humans look like ants?” Queen asked.“Well, actually, yes.” Lucas said. There was a very audible groan from Zoc.“It’s just as I feared. Those rookie worker ants spiked the wrong drink.” Zoc said.“Huh? The wrong drink? Wait… that means…” Lucas said.“Rokai, please forgive us. I am the reason for your sister’s growth spurt. Our ants were intending to modify a liquid that you particularly enjoy in order to make you grow.” Zoc said.“So that you could get an even better sense of the size difference between us.” Hova added.Lucas snapped his fingers.“It makes sense now… that’s why Tiffany grew big with her diet soda. Please tell me you guys have an antidote!” Lucas shouted.“We do. Our top scientists have already developed a counteragent that will allow your sister to return to her normal size.” Zoc said.“There’s a pretty big catch, however.” Queen said.“Because of how big Tiffany will undoubtedly have grown by now, her skin would be much too heavy to pierce through and administer the antidote directly, so we had to embed it into a food item that we feel suits her taste buds based on what you’ve told us about her.” Hova said.“Okay, bring it up!!!” Zoc shouted into the anthill. Lucas and the three ants waited for about 30 seconds until suddenly what appeared to be a chocolate chip came out. Lucas immediately picked it up from the anthill opening.“A chocolate chip?” Lucas said.“We hope that’s satisfactory. It’s really the only thing we could fit out of that anthill.” Zoc said.“No, no, that’s perfect! I can have Mom bake a giant cake and sneak this inside, and then when Tiffany eats it, she’ll shrink back to normal! Thanks, guys!” Lucas said as put the chocolate chip in his pocket and then turned around, racing back inside the house.“Good luck, Rokai!” Zoc, Queen, and Hova all shouted as they waved their giant friend off.Lucas got back inside the house where he saw Doreen nervously pacing back and forth with a cell phone in her hands.“Mom! Did you call the science lab?” Lucas said.“No… and I couldn’t reach 9-1-1 or your father either. I think the phone network is down.” Doreen said.“Mom… can we still make a cake?” Lucas asked.“Well… of course, but how can you think about cakes at a time like this?” Doreen said.“I think we can calm Tiffany down by giving her the biggest cake she ever imagined.” Lucas said.“Hmmm… well, Tiffany does have quite the sweet tooth and can’t resist a good supersized treat when she’s not weight watching.” Doreen said.“Then we don’t have a minute to lose!” Lucas said as he opened up the fridge and pulled out as many ingredients as he could. Doreen joined in feeling Lucas was quite serious about executing this plan. She also pulled out a can of diet soda, feeling this was going to be quite the undertaking for the next hour. Of course, she (and Lucas) had no idea that this drink had also been spiked with the growth agent by the same rookie ants from earlier…Tiffany was laying back relaxing in the sun like she was on the beach, the subtle movements of the tiny people (including Steve as he continued to wiggle around within her cleavage) all over her body adding to her overwhelming feeling of being a queen goddess and further putting her mind at rest.It was because of that relaxation that she didn’t see what was about to be a rude awakening, especially as she felt an explosion off the side of her stomach.“Ow! What the!?” Tiffany shouted as she got up, sending people tumbling off her skin, and looked towards where that explosion came from. That’s when she saw a series of tanks rolling up to her. She let out an evil grin.“Oh, so nooooow the army sends its little toys to come after me. What took them so long!? Hey!” Tiffany said, focusing on the tanks until she felt some bombs go off the top of her head. She looked up and saw a group of fighter jets and helicopters bombarding her next.“Alright, now we’re talking!” Tiffany said as she clapped her hands together (not a good thing for the eardrums of those nearby).The giantess didn’t waste time engaging with the tanks, who kept shooting at her even though she was fast approaching and making them shake along with the ground. Tiffany did her best to ignore the blasts from the tanks before finally raising one of her sandaled feet up and pancaking one of the tanks. Tiffany looked underneath one of those sandals and saw the mess not only from crushing the tank, but also from when they tried to blast it, and for someone who deeply valued how her footwear was being shown off, this got her riled up.“Ooooooh… you jerks have no respect for a goddess’s feet and her footwear!” Tiffany said as she thoroughly rampaged through the group of tanks. As she did so, one of the jets flew right by her head. Tiffany reached up to try and swat it out of the sky, but ended up missing. On top of that, she ended up inhaling some of the smoke trail left behind by one of these jets, and the smoke definitely irritated her nostrils.“Ah… ah… aaaaaah… CHOOO!!!” Tiffany said as she let out a powerful sneeze that covered the tanks and some of the nearby buildings in a combination of snot and saliva.“Ahem… bless me.” Tiffany said before she wound up her foot and gave one of the tanks a good kicking, sending it several feet down the road and exploding upon crashing against a bakery.As Tiffany continued her assault on the last couple remaining tanks, she was still getting ambushed by the jets and helicopters from above.“Hmmm… I wonder if I can get on higher ground.” Tiffany said as she dug her hands and sandaled feet into the nearby skyscraper and climbed upward, much like a certain giant gorilla did years ago in the movies. However, because of how much bigger Tiffany was and how much smaller the skyscraper was (it was certainly no Empire State Building), the skyscraper crumbled apart and Tiffany lost her grip.“Whoa!” Tiffany said as she stumbled down to the ground and backwards onto her behind.“Pffft… so much for that idea.” Tiffany said as she got up and brushed her skin of debris. The giantess focused back on the jets and helicopters as they continued to fire at her.“Geez… you’re like all those annoying ants in our front yard!” Tiffany said as she jumped up and swatted a jet out of the sky that couldn’t get out of the way in time, causing its back engines to shut off and the jet to crash in the distance in a fireball. That of course didn’t stop the other jets and choppers from shooting at her, namely around her breasts (much to Steve’s surprise as he took cover behind the giantess’s bra)."Hahahaha, you naughty little critters!" Tiffany said as her breasts felt a very pleasing, ticklish sensation. The entire helicopters of the army fired their weapons over and over again, only to get bounced back by the gorgeous cream pies from the giant beauty.While Tiffany continued to move around and deal with the overhead assault, her sandaled feet were doing a number on the city. More and more buildings, vehicles both parked and moving, and even people got crushed underneath her mighty flip flops. At the same time, Steve was fighting to keep a firm grip on Tiffany’s bra, having slipped out from underneath it because of the sweat on Tiffany’s skin.“Help! Help, my queen!” Steve shouted as he dangled on Tiffany’s bra. The giantess finally noticed the boy dangling from her bra and held a hand underneath him, allowing him to fall into the palm of her hand.“Steve, what were you doing there? You could’ve fallen and gotten hurt!” Tiffany shouted.“Forgive me, my queen, I was just…” Steve said, only to be interrupted when Tiffany hugged him against her stomach.“Whatever. I’m just glad I caught you.” Tiffany said. After a few seconds of hugging the boy, who was speechless from being so close to her radiant skin (and it still smelled great too). Tiffany then set Steve down on a nearby rooftop of a building that barely rose past her knees.“You can stay there and watch while I destroy these army wimps.” Tiffany said as she blew a kiss down at him before looking back up at the attacking jets and helicopters.While this was going on, Lucas pedaled as hard on his bicycle as his skinny legs would allow him. It didn’t help that attached to the back of the bike was a wagon holding a birthday cake that was easily three times his normal size. But it was important that the cake be so big because Tiffany was a big girl. Lucas pedaled up to the sandaled feet of Tiffany and shouted as loud as he could.“Tiffany!!!” Lucas said. After shouting her name a few more times, Tiffany finally recognized Lucas’ little voice and looked down at him.“Oh. Hey there, pippier than usual pipsqueak. Hahaha!” Tiffany said.“Tiffany, look what Mom and I made you!” Lucas said as he pointed back to the cake.“Oh? A cake?” Tiffany asked.“Yeah! To celebrate you being the new queen of the city!” Lucas said.“Pffft… really? Don’t you both know how strict of a diet I’m on?” Tiffany said as she lifted her foot up like she wanted to crush the cake, but Lucas waved his arms.“Yes, yes, yes, you’re right! But think for a moment, Tiffany! With all that added height comes added weight too… and even a giant queen such as yourself has to eat SOMETHING sooner or later!” Lucas said.Tiffany pondered Lucas’s words for a few seconds, and as much as she hated to do so, she agreed with her younger brother.“Yeah, you’re right, I suppose. And I do see some of my favorite brand of chocolate there…” Tiffany said. Lucas gulped nervously as he watched his giant sister reach down and take the entire cake between her fingers. The young boy hoped to the maximum that the ants did their job and prepared the antidote inside the hidden chocolate chip correctly. Lucas watched as Tiffany scarfed the whole cake down with just a couple bites and one mighty gulp.Only a few seconds later, the effect of the chocolate chip hidden inside the cake kicked in as Tiffany quickly shrunk smaller and smaller, including the bra and panties she wore.“It’s working!” Lucas shouted. To his amazement, Tiffany hadn’t even noticed yet she was shrinking as she was still enjoying the cake she had just eaten.“Mmmm… delicious.” Tiffany commented. After about 30 more seconds, Tiffany was back to her normal size and body shape, and when she saw the jets and helicopters stop attacking (and fly away) and then looked forward and saw Lucas not ant-sized anymore, that’s when she somewhat realized it.“Huh? Did you grow big too, pipsqueak?” Tiffany asked, only to instead get a hug from her little brother.“Whew… thank goodness!” Lucas shouted.“Um… ew!” Tiffany said as she wrangled her little brother loose.“I’m sorry, Tiffany. I snuck an antidote for your growth condition into that cake you ate. You can kill me later.” Lucas said. He closed his eyes expecting to be either physically and/or verbally insulted by his older sister, but instead, he received a pat on the head.“Eh, don’t worry about it. Turns out being a giant queen gets kinda exhausting and boring after a while.” Tiffany said.“Huh? Boring and exhausting? I dunno… I kinda know a thing about being a giant Destroyer…” Lucas said.“What?” Tiffany asked. Lucas then remembered he never really told Tiffany about the adventure he had with the ants after they shrunk him.“Never mind. Just my imagination talking out loud.” Lucas said.“Now come on, let’s go find where I left my clothes and… holy…” Tiffany said as she suddenly looked up at the sky like she had seen a ghost.“Huh? What is it, Tiffany?” Lucas asked as he finally looked where Tiffany was pointing.Coming towards the two was a now 250-foot-tall Doreen Nickle, who like Tiffany was reduced to wearing a bra and panties.“PEANUTS, I'M HERE! Wow, everything looks so cute from up here…” Doreen said as she planted her sandaled feet in front of Lucas and Tiffany.“MOM!?” they both shouted.“Oh, I see Tiffany is back to her normal size. Oh well, at least I found your clothes and your music player, though I guess they’re all too big now. Heh heh!” Doreen said. While the nearby people once again screamed in panic over yet another giantess towering above their city, Lucas and Tiffany just continued to stare up in awe at their enlarged mother, who like Tiffany also had a much more beautiful body to match her new size. Lucas then remembered how Tiffany first grew, and got a bad feeling.“Don’t tell me.” Lucas said. Before the boy could continue his thought, however, Doreen caught her children’s attention by continuing to pose and show off.“Hmmm… I even think my hips are much cuter now. Daddy is going to get a good surprise, don’t you think, you two?” Doreen asked as she kneeled down and reached to pick up both Lucas and Tiffany.“Waaah!” they both screamed as they were lifted upward.She then stood back up straight and cradled her children against her chest, which made it hard to breath despite the softness of her covered breasts.“WAAAAH! MOMMY, MOMMY!!!" Lucas screamed as he almost ran out of oxygen while the giant Mom surrounded his little offspring with a jumbo sized hug.“Ugh… not cool, Mom!” Tiffany yelled.“Ooops, hehehe! Sorry. Let's go, you two. We're going to find Dad to have some pretty cool, pleasant vacations together. Your boyfriend is also invited, Tiffany!" Doreen said as she took heavy steps on the traffic with her massive wedge sandals, As Doreenzilla put her children on one of her shoulders and tenderly stomped away towards the horizon, little Lucas could only think one thing while Tiffany just sat and enjoyed the view."Well, here we go again.” Lucas sighed to himself.END
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+ As mentioned in the group info, both giant women and giant men are accepted.
+ All types of content are welcome here: drawings, collages, 3D renders, and stories are allowed. Make sure that the content is uploaded into the proper folders.
+ All content must involve open-toed shoes in some significant way, be it the giant wearing them, or a tiny person being on them, under them, around them, or otherwise interacting with them. Basically, the sandal or sandal-wearer must be giant in comparison to any smaller people in their presence.
+ Gentle and violent content are both accepted.
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- Do not submit anything that has absolutely nothing to do with sandals or other open-toed shoes. The best way to tell is if it's a shoe that exposes the toes (with or without socks, even); if it doesn't then it's not allowed.
- Content involving children or other clearly-underaged participants will not be accepted. This is somewhat relaxed with artwork and other completely-fictional depictions (but subject to group owner's discretion), but collages/photos will not be accepted whatsoever.
- No furries, anthro, or other animal-related stuff; this group is focused on humans or human-like creatures.
- This group is focused on the macro/microphile theme; such content focusing on weight or muscles must be downplayed.
- Content marked as Premium or Watcher-only will not be accepted.
Hello, everyone. It has been a while since I've made a Journal post to this group. I guess because until now, there hasn't been much significant to talk about.
But as you can guess from the title of this entry, that has changed with the advent of AI-generated pictures. I don't really want to call them "art" since that implies a degree of actual work being put into them, instead of just feeding prompts into a program.
Anyway, until recently, I refused to include any AI works in this group, as AI infamously could not do feet well at all; they would more often than not show up as indeterminate blobs as opposed to actual feet and toes. But with the rise of Loras specifically trained on feet, and especially the game-changer that is DALL-E 3, AI began to actually be able to create feet that look like... well, feet. Even with sandals being worn. Sure, DALL-E 3 in particular still will make errors such as extra or missing toes, backwards feet, two right/left feet, and so on, but compared to what came before it, it was a huge leap. Even I--having been dabbling in AI generators for a while--started getting DALL-E 3 to create lots of macro-themed, sandal-themed pics, at least, when my prompts were being blocked. A very small fraction of those have already been posted onto my profile, and I still have plans to upload more of them onto my AI profile once I stop being lazy about it.
As such, as you all have likely noticed by now, due to these improvements, I've decided to allow them into this group, which since has seen a deluge of AI-generated pics being submitted into the newly-created AI folders.
While AI has improved and I myself dabble in it, I know that AI is very controversial, especially here on DA, which prides itself as an art site. Even DA seems to have not even bothered fighting the tide of AI-generated pics, even offering its own (subpar) AI-generative tool in DreamUp. But most seasoned artists do not like the influx of AI works being submitted here, as it drowns out artwork that they actually put time and effort into. Indeed, I myself have come across galleries with hundreds of AI pics in them, even if the owner of said gallery has only been active here for a short time.
But to get to the point of this post, I want to know... How do you guys feel about AI pics being submitted to this Group? Are you fine with AI work being incorporated into the Group's Galleries, or would you rather that they be submitted elsewhere?
Now, I am floating the idea of starting an AI-focused version of Macro-Sandals as well as its sister group Ladies-in-Sandals using my AI profile, and if I do that, then I will no longer allow AI works to be submitted into this group. Alternatively, I could also make a Group Favorites folder dedicated to AI, so they would be separate from the main Galleries and thus, Watchers will not be notified of them.
Let me know what you all think about this.
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Sole-2000 Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2024  New Deviant
Thanks for the request
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Red-Neptune Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2024  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome. :)
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JoeTheVenezuelan Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2023   Digital Artist
Too much AI
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Red-Neptune Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2023  Hobbyist General Artist
I understand that AI is a very controversial topic especially on this site. AI has improved to the point where it's starting to now be able to do feet reasonably well, but since AI didn't clearly fit into the existing categories, I did have to make new folders for them. But if members here start to voice their own disapproval for the presence of AI works in the group, then I'll reevaluate its place in the group.
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Colonel-D Featured By Owner Edited Nov 16, 2023   Digital Artist
nice group
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InRoxannesLeash Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2023  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heya!

Thank you for the request to add my drawing to the group!
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Red-Neptune Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2023  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem. :)
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tiny-traveler Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2023
how do I add my post, to your group, and to which file?
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Red-Neptune Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2023  Hobbyist General Artist
Click on the Gallery tab and then click to submit to the gallery.
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tiny-traveler Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2023
Ok
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