I’m sorry… I’m so sorry...
Hello. I’ll keep this brief as I need to finish packing my bags and getting out of my state, or maybe even my country.
For the past year, I’ve been a sub for a 21 year old bratty findomme named Cassie. She’s rude, taunting, and bratty as hell, loving to (consensually) beat me when I’m annoying her, and taking 50% of my paycheck each and every month. She’s really hot though, and on the rare occasion she does call me a good boy (usually preceding by the word “pathetic”), my heart flutters just a bit.
Over the past year, she’s gotten to know my fetishes, and I introduced her to the giantess fetish. While I typically fantasize about being shrunken, and our conversations keeping to that, she interrupted me one day with that nasally, spoiled tone: “If you could just grow whoever you got to shrink you, wouldn’t they still look massive to you?” I got excited, nodding emphatically. She told me to get down on my knees and looked down at me, her humiliating gaze doing more than just looking at me- she was studying me, seeing how the feeling of me needing to look up at her made her feel. She seemed to enjoy it, that damn smug smirk plastered on her face for the remainder of the day.
She went on vacation that next week. On my dime, of course. While I knew it would mean that I would have to cut back on food, maybe even pay a bill or 5 late this month, the thought of her olive skinned body and perfect sand-covered soles was too irresistible to pass up. Additionally, she told me that she would bring me back a “surprise”.
She was gone for two weeks. Over that two weeks, I went on a date! A real date! She was really nice, kind, and funny. Submissive, and honestly the complete opposite of Cassie, also not being able to match or exceed her looks, being a 7 to Cassie’s 10. I knew that I wanted a real relationship instead of this one anymore, so when Cassie sent me a new message, with a voice memo asking where the FUCK her money was, she sent me a picture with a 😉 underneath it. The picture was a gun, futuristic almost, but on it was “SIZE CHANGER: NOT A TOY”. I thought it was a joke. Just teasing me about my fetish, about my fantasy. I kindly and respectfully let her know I was done. She did not like hearing that. She blew up my phone with voicemail after voicemail, insulting me, degrading me, threatening me. After an hour or two, she stopped. Then, I got a text from her.
“If you really are dead set on dumping ME, then fine. If I can’t shrink you, then I’ll just shrink your entire world little fag. Since I’m a generous girl, I’ll give you 3 hours before I start to expand. My doughy, playful toes, my perfect body will grow and grow and grow. The clock is ticking, loser!!!” I could hear her hot, bratty tone through the message.
I thought nothing of it. Texting my new potential girlfriend, I set plans with her for later that night, deciding to shower and take a nap before getting ready for our date. I slept for about 6 hours, waking up that evening, being woken by sirens, multiple sirens, ambulances and firetrucks, all racing into the city. “That’s towards Cassie’s flat, I hope she’s okay”, my devotion to her not being able to be fully taken away.
Turning on the TV, I recognized her immediately. I fell to my knees and pissed myself out of fear and disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My former findomme and rude spoiled college brat, Cassie, her perfect, sweaty toes growing and crushing cars and people alike, not standing a chance under her playful and sweaty toes. She wasn’t even moving. Just growing. How massive would she make herself? How much of my state, my country, my world would be crushed and/or enslaved by this hot college brat blown up to a size that matched her ego and attitude.
I shouldn’t have ever told her about the giantess fetish. And after I did, I should have known this would happen if I dumped her. Of course, someone that smug and bratty would love becoming a deity.
I’m sorry, everyone. I’m so sorry.