The Bratty Giantess - The Package

The Bratty Giantess - The Package

The Bratty Giantess - The Package
Just when I had forgotten all about you, I get a package from my best friend... a tiny. The tiny I had found while visiting Natalie. You ran and hid from me, making it impossible to catch you. But it seems as though your luck ran out. You've been caught, packaged, and sent to me. And now you're at my mercy...

As I open the box, my heart races with excitement. There you are, my tiny plaything - curled up in a ball, eyes wide with fear. A smile tugs at my lips as I reach in and scoop you up, feeling your tiny body shudder in my giant hand. I sit you down on the table in front of me, admiring your perfect little form. Your tiny, delicate clothes do nothing to hide your pert little ass or perky, little breasts. Itching to touch, I can't help but let my fingertip trail over your soft, smooth skin. You shiver at my touch, and I can't help but chuckle.

"Well, well, well," I say, mockingly, "look who's been sent to me. I thought I'd never see you again after you ran from me." I lean in closer, enjoying the way you tremble as my breath fogs up your tiny cheek. "And now that you're here, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

Your eyes dart around nervously, but you don't say a word. And that's when I realize - this little brat thinks she can just wait it out until I get bored of her! Oh, how wrong she is. With a growl of frustration, I grab you up in my massive hand and shove your face into my cleavage, amazed at how deeply it engulfs your entire body. Your protests are muffled by my soft skin, and I practically roar with laughter as I pinch and squeeze your tiny form.

Suddenly, an idea strikes me. I pull back from the brink of my rage, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know what?" I say, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, "I think I'm going to have a little fun with you first."

Leaning in closer, I whisper in your ear, my hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "You see, little one," I continue, my voice low and husky, "I've always had a thing for tiny little feet. And your soles are just begging to be worshipped."

Before you can protest, I lean in and eagerly dip my tongue between your toes, tasting the sweet sweat that coats them. A shiver of ecstasy runs through me as I lick and suck each toe in turn, teasing it with my hot breath before plunging my tongue deep into your arch. Your cries of pleasure-mixed-with-pain only serve to fuel my desire, and soon enough, my eager mouth has traces of your essence.

As my hunger for your taste grows, I move my attention to your other foot, lavishing it with equal amounts of love and adoration. Meanwhile, my free hand slips under your tiny shirt, tracing gentle patterns against your soft skin as I wait for my next feast. Your squirms and writhes only serve to excite me further - I can feel the heat of your arousal through my palm.

When at last, I lift my head, your tiny body trembles from the onslaught of pleasure. With a devilish grin, I lean down and capture your lips in a scorching kiss, our tongues dancing together in a heated tango. My hand finds its way between us, and before I can stop myself, I've slipped two fingers inside you. Almost immediately, our hips begin to move together in a rhythm that threatens to consume us both.

In that moment, I know - this little brat may have been sent to me, but she's found her place as my willing plaything. And as I continue to explore her body with my mouth and fingers, I know that neither of us is going to be able to resist each other for much longer.