Giantess Ashton - Last Straw

Giantess Ashton - Last Straw

Ashton was getting fed up with her boyfriend's constant excuses for why he couldn't go out with her. He promised it would be the last time, and she had finally gotten dressed in her tight black dress that hugged her curves and shapely legs. She had spent extra time choosing the perfect pair of pantyhose, making sure they were a dark, sexy shade that would accentuate her figure. She was ready to go out and show him what he was missing.

However, when she checked on him, he was nowhere to be found. She called his name, searching the apartment frantically, growing more and more upset by the second. Finally, she saw something small and black under her bed. Confused, she bent down to investigate and gasped in disbelief.

Her heart sank as she saw the tiny figure of her boyfriend, shrunk down to a fraction of his normal size and crumpled on the floor. The sight of him like this was infuriating; it felt like he was toying with her emotions. With a huff of anger, she scooped him up and placed him on the cold hardwood floor. "This is it, isn't it?" She asked angrily, her voice trembling with disappointment and rage. "You really think I'm going to let you out of this one?"

"No, Ashton," he replied softly, his voice muffled by the thickness of his vocal cords. "I shrank you on purpose." The admission only served to fuel her temper further. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, the veins in her arms popping out from her anger. "You did WHAT?"

With a slow, deliberate motion, she removed her pump from her feet and knelt down next to him. Her pantyhose-clad feet towered over his shrunken form, and she could feel the anticipation building inside her. "You expect me to believe this is a joke?" She asked, a cruel smirk spreading across her face. "Let me show you how funny it is."

With that, she positioned one of her pantyhosed feet directly above his tiny form. She could see him trembling with fear as she slowly lowered it down onto his frail body. The crunch of his bones breaking was strangely satisfying to her. "That's for standing me up," she growled through gritted teeth, crushing him under the weight of her foot. "And this is for wasting my time."

She lifted her other foot and placed it on top of him, pressing down hard enough to feel his struggling beneath her. The sight of her dominating him like this, reducing him to nothing more than an insignificant insect, was an exhilarating rush. "You should have known better than to try and lie to me," she whispered menacingly, relishing in the power she held over him. "From now on, you'll do as I say, or else you'll find yourself in more pain than you ever imagined was possible."

She continued to grind him into the floor under her pantyhosed feet, enjoying the sickening sound of bones snapping and the feel of his small body squishing beneath her. Her anger slowly started to subside, replaced by a twisted sense of pleasure. This was addictive; she never knew she could take such pleasure in dominating someone so completely. And the best part was, he had invited this fate upon himself. She was in control now, and she intended to keep it that way.

As she stood up and began walking normally again, she glanced down at the crumpled mess beneath her feet. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I guess that's what you get for trying to play me, huh?" She said, flexing her toes inside her nylons. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you don't forget this little lesson anytime soon."