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How to Welcome Your Giant Wife Home.
🕑 Added 2024-12-06 12:47:47 +0000 UTCChapter One.
You look at the wall clock hanging in the vast room. The thick, iron-bar-like hands indicate that about fifteen minutes have passed since you prepared to welcome her. The door, which to you looks like a wooden wall, is not far off. The silence of the house is broken by the metallic sound of the lock turning, and your heart races. She’s here.
The door opens with a deep creak, and Angie’s colossal figure fills the doorway. Wearing tight jeans, but not too tight, and a simple white blouse, her long brown hair flows gently, illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun, playing with her voluminous locks. Her bright eyes lock onto you instantly, but she pauses dramatically, furrowing her brow as if she doesn’t quite understand what she’s seeing.
“Hey, what’s this here?” Angie says, her voice firm and full of energy, echoing through the room. She leans slightly to get a better look at you, still suspicious.
You raise your tiny arms, waving at her and starting to laugh softly.
“Hmm...” Angie raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile that accuses you of mischief. “Oh no, it could only be! This is my tiny husband!” She places her hands on her hips with an exaggerated gesture. “And what are you up to down there, huh?”
You laugh, the warmth of her playful tone melting away any fatigue from the day. “Hey, my love! Welcome back!”
She steps forward, stopping just a few inches from you with a thundering stomp as one of her feet, clad in a strappy sandal, lands. The sight of Angie’s foot in front of you looms like a massive wall: bulbous toes, slightly elongated, with flawless black nail polish. You lose yourself for a moment, mesmerized by the magnificent foot of your wife, until she finally breaks the silence.
“Are you going in there?” she asks casually, raising an eyebrow as she watches you approach. “If you are, I’ll warn you: it doesn’t smell great. It’s been one of those days.”
The almost daily receptions you gave to your goddess made you brush off her warning. Without hesitation, you run toward her foot, hugging the bulbous big toe with all the strength your tiny body can muster. You tilt your head and place a gentle kiss, a gesture of welcome and affection that makes Angie let out a low laugh, though still with that authoritative tone.
“He’s really a tiny one,” she says, in a snobbish tone. “But hey, if you complain about the smell, you’ll be punished.”
Without responding, you shift and wedge yourself into the tight space between her third and fourth toes, a gesture she watches with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, though her presence still exudes authority.
“Let it be clear that you’re the one who wanted to be there,” Angie says, leaning down to look at you more closely, with a haughty yet commanding expression. “I don’t want to hear any tiny complaints after you’ve been smelling giant foot stink.”
“Scout’s honor,” you reply, trying to raise one hand as you settle into the warm, humid, and soon-to-be sticky space.
Your gigantic wife smiles again, with delicious arrogance, and begins to walk toward the kitchen with calm, firm steps. As you are squeezed between her bulbous toes, a faint squish sound can be heard with every step. A modest, almost timid sound, but unmistakable to anyone close enough to her feet. If anyone were to get close enough, they would witness the ridiculous scene: her tiny and minuscule husband, apparently trapped, yet in his own peculiar position. And that husband, of course, was you.
Comments
Smushed Boy
The latest one about Angie, I believe.
david
What picture of yours, captures this scene the most?
Smushed Boy
Grazie!!
GrindSoldi3r
Great! Soo good
giovanni
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Smushed Boy
You've made my day, good sir
giovanni
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