TFF1982 - You Remember Nothing

john · Site Admin Joined: Nov 02, 2005 Posts: 10927

TFF1982 - You Remember Nothing

Lucy looks up from the sofa and finds the same tiny man already leaning against her lamp. She tells him he has earned his place under her heels, her stockinged feet and finally beneath her seat.

Lucy is settled on the sofa when the small figure by the lamp catches her eye. She sits forward, the patterned blouse shifting across her chest, and the initial catch of surprise leaves her voice. “Oh God! Why do you always creep up on me? You’re worse than a normal man, you remember nothing… you deserve to be punished.” She reaches down, pink nails closing around him, and lifts him clear of the boards so he hangs in front of her face. From that height the lounge is all ceiling and the long line of her stockinged legs. She turns him once in her fingers, then sets him back on the oak right between her black high heels.

She rises just enough to plant the first platform. The dark sole covers him from shoulder to knee, the thin heel tip resting beside his head while the weight settles in slow stages. She walks a short step along the sofa, each placement finding him again under the other shoe, the platforms rocking so the edge of the sole presses him flat against the boards. When she slips the heels off the sheer black stockings stay on. She sets one stockinged foot down, the ball of the foot resting across his chest, toes flexing so the reinforced toe panel of the stocking prints over his face. The other foot joins it; she rolls from arch to heel, lifting and setting so both soles cover him completely, the warmth of her feet through the nylon the only thing he can feel. Her hand comes down once, pink nails pinning his legs so he cannot roll clear while she shifts her weight.

Back on the sofa she leans forward, skirt riding high, and reaches for him again. She guides him under the hem until he is seated between the cushions and the underside of her thighs. Then she settles. The full weight of her seat comes down in one slow press, the black skirt and the soft curve beneath it closing over him, the stockings still warm against his sides. Lucy rests her hands on her knees and stays there, the discarded heels lying on their sides by the sofa while the tiny man disappears into the dark heat under her.

4K, giantess, heel crush, foot crush, stocking crush, butt crush, sole crush, shrunken man, sit crush

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JSTROM

of course i remember