Giantess Stories: Summer in the south

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Summer in the south



I remember the dream with clarity. Her moist lips

caressed and fondled my manhood...relentlessly...and I was nearing climax....


The house shook, waking me to reality. Turning my head slightly, I saw her,

rubbing her eyes.

She had just awakened, her giant bare feet had impacted the floor of the custom

giantess home.

I looked at her in sheer awe...amazed, even now, that this wonderful colossal

woman had chosen me.

Jeanetta brushed her long, curly, brown hair. She peered at my normal sized bed,

suspecting she had awakened me. But I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to

remain asleep. It was a game I played with her at times.

I felt my bed being carefully lifted, the warmth of her hand radiating onto the


I percieved she had lowered me to the floor, and after what seemed like a long

pause, I felt her touch me.

Her colossal big toe was gently massaging me...back and forth.

I immediately grew aroused, still in fresh memory of the erotic dream. The warm

skin of her toe gently rubbed me....and then she focused on my privates. I

writhed in ecstacy...trying to remember I was playing at sleep. She was

relentless, the warm toe gently pressing me....massaging me...back and

forth...the gentle pressure building.

Finally, I could no longer resist her....and I opened my eyes to see her smiling

down at me....her toe wet with my passion.

'Good morning sweetheart'

'Good morning indeed, my love'

Her fingers gingerly enveloped my body and I was soon looking deep into her

eyes. That special smile...all mine....gleamed from her pretty face.

'Is my little man awake'?

'I think so'

'How about breakfast'?


'How would you like to go for a stroll today, little man'?

I knew this was coming. It had been a while, and she wanted to get out and do

something....and show everyone her giantess stature.

'I'd like that very much hon'

The truth is, I do enjoy it. Jeanetta taking a stroll is breathtaking. She is a

beautiful woman, and greatly to be desired, if she was a 'normal' female.

I wondered what she had in mind, but decided breakfast first.

Jeanetta carried me into the kitchen, where I patiently waited for my food as

she began sharing ideas for a fun day.

'Sweetie? You ok?' she inquired.

Immediately snapping back to reality, I looked at her with a warm, convincing


'Sure hon....just eager to get going.'

My mind had carlessly wandered back to the erotic dream. Jeanettas' sister was

attractive, but was really no contest compared to Jen. I had no idea why I had

dreamed about her, and certainly in an erotic fashion. It would only break

Jeanettas' heart if she ever found out, and I had no such desire to share it

with her.

Charleston. A town rich in history. A Navy town too, as I recall. It would be

interesting to see how Southern hospitality endured our visit.

Tremors pulsed through the floor as Jeanetta walked into the living room. 'How

do I look'?

A white cotton shirt, khaki shorts, no bra, long wavy hair, and bare feet.

'Perfect', I responded with a smile.

Her enormous fingers gently wrapped around me and

we were out the door.

Jeanettas' home is a few miles outside of town, but it certainly doesn't take

her long to arrive, especially if Walmart has a sale.

Cars honking, swerving, electical towers swaying,

buildings tremble, and the footprints in the highways are all very 'normal' when

Jeanetta comes to town.

We try to be friendly, some folks just stare, some run.....but Jen remains an

easygoing person.

She decided to walk through the pines and avoid traffic. Jen hates destruction,

but she can't help but crush a lot of trees. At times, she would step on a road,

or her foot would snap a utility pole, but she took great care not to injure


We came to a river, which she crossed easily...with more pine forests to


through on the opposite bank.

Finally, I saw the outline of the Atlantic.

At this height, it was even more impressive.

The sea breeze picked up, and blew her hair

in a wavy form.

Standing on the beach, the thunder of her footfalls gave way to the crashing

waves of water.

We shared a smile, and she held me to her breasts as we simply listened to the

power of the ocean.

'Hey Will...wanna check out that lighthouse'?

Looking to the north, I saw it. After a moment,

I decided to risk it. 'Sure thing'.

The lighthouse appeared to be empty. 'Maybe it's

automated' I said.

'Must be' she agreed.

The structure trembled as Jeanetta approached.

She gently set me inside the railing and carefully sat down. The ground shook


as she made herself comfortable.

Her index finger gingerly rose to caress my face.

Her radiant smile complimented the love in her eyes and the warmth of her touch.

She lay on her side, basking in the sun, and playfully churned the water with

her right foot.

We talked for what seemed like an hour, enjoying

our day...laughing, remembering, watching pelicans dive for fish, hearing the

crashing waves......then...a new sound mingled with the


Jeanetta instictively sat up and held out her hand for me to step on to.

They approached from the south....the whirling rotor sending pelicans and gulls

in hasty flight.

It was the Coast Guard.

The helicopter slowed the approach until it hovered about 50 feet above the

water, directly in front of us. I could see the flight crew simply looking at

us. Tilting forward slightly,

the Seahawk slowly circled to our left, flying

around the lighthouse and behind Jeanetta.

It slowly advanced to a full circle, stopping near the original hover position.

The door gunner crouched next to an M-60, but it

was not raised in a defensive position.

Then it hit me...they were checking out JEANETTA!

Jen was a bit nervous, unsure why a military (Homeland Security) aircraft was

interested in us.

'Hey Jen!'

'Yeah Will'?

'Lift your them what you have'.

'WHAT??' she said.

'Have a go at it'

She looked at me curiously....I simply winked.

She carefully set me on the beach, then slowly,

seductively raised her shirt, revealing her massive 'D' sized femenine gifts.

'Take it OFF!' I yelled.

She did so...slowly....and invitingly. She flashed her award winning smile at


I could see the Seahawk crew reacting as normal men. Heads peering, the door

gunner applauding...

each giving a thumbs up. She put her shirt back on and blew them a hell of a

kiss. The Seahawk departed and continued north, leaving us in peace.

She looked down at me in pleasant surprise.

'My little warrior saved me' she giggled.

'I thought they would fall for it!' I responded in satisfaction. She carefully

picked me up, and softly kissed me, then gazed into my eyes and smiled.

Jeanetta continued along the beach, northward, until coming to the beach

communities, where

she waded ankle deep. Finally, we came to Charleston Harbor, where she chose to

wade rather than maneuver the residential areas and docks.

Passing historic Fort Sumpter, a tourist boat

eagerly made way for the giantess. Just ahead, our destination. The Yorktown


'I always wanted to fly one of those jets' I said with enthusiasm.

Jeanetta approached the carrier with great caution, as her movements caused a

significant wake and the ship was full of tourists, most of whom were departing

as Jeanetta came closer.

To my surprise, she picked up an F-14 'Tomcat' right off the deck and popped

open the cockpit with her fingernail. 'Uh Jen, they might not like you doing

that' I warned.

'They'll get over it' was her response.

She carefully placed me in the cockpit.

'Buckle up Hon'

I had just found an old strap to find what it connected to, when I found myself

being lifted.

The nose of the plane rose sharply, then levelled off. Then, a turn to the

right, then the left.

The nose went down, and I saw the bay...and felt a forward momentum increasing

in speed.

Then, her index finger slowly covered the seat.

I found myself in the cockpit of an F-14, directly facing Jeanetta....she

giggled seductively.



For a second, she was almost intimidating.

Then, she laughed and looked at me....

'Will, I think you look cute as a pilot'

I laughed in response....'Yeah, you say that now, but wait until I'm grounded'.

The noise of sirens wailed....police cars hauling ass over the bay bridge.

The familiar sound of a rotor became audible.

'Oh Shit!' I said.

It wasn't the Seahawk we had encountered earlier.

It was the harbor patrol.

The helicopter began loitering Jeanetta.



Jeanetta sighed with a noisy blast of hot air, impacting the nose of the F-14.

She stood there, in the water, holding the 'toy', me inside it, and became

frustrated. The anger showed in her face...the pretty smile now a memory.

She carefully removed me from the craft, and let go of it. The 'Tomcat' landed

with such an impact that the landing gear collapsed.

Jeanetta looked at me.....

'I guess we have to go now sweetie'

She waded to the shore, firmly planting her bare feet onto the ground.

The ground gave way easily beneath her and vehicles in the parking lot bounced

with her

heavy footsteps.

'Jen...what are you doing?' I inquired.

'Leaving the harbor.'

Below, police cars lined the road that made its way to the historic district.

People ran, some screaming, some tried driving away.

Jeanetta was irritated and barely missed vehicles

with her colossal bare feet. Stepping onto the highway, the pavement submitted

to her giant soles.

Police cars were driving anywhere to avoid her.

A single police motorcycle drove out just inches within reach of her toes.


I watched in a mix of awe and eager anticipation as her footsteps shook the


The motor officer bounced slightly with each impact, his bike nearly crashing.

She was angry and wanted them to know they had ruined our perfect day.



'Yes Hon?' shouting above the noise.

'Take your clothes off'

'WHAT?'....what was she doing now?

I could not imagine the Charleston police seeing me naked would impress them.


I immediately obeyed. She stuffed my clothes in a pocket of her shorts and

continued to thunder through town.

Her enormous fingers carefully wrapped around me, and she brought me to her


A look of anger slowly softened, and I found myself being gently placed between

her gigantic breasts.

I lay on her right nipple, the entire mountain of female flesh jarred with her

motion, and mingled with the thunder below.

I heard her moan I softly caressed the warmth. My tongue play

freely and my exhale followed an increased respiration.

I felt the warmth of her finger gently pressing against my back, holding me

against her.

My passion continued to build, my crotch massaging her flesh, gentle strokes of

her finger, the thunder of her footfalls drowning out the real world.

I shuddered with climax....and her soft fingers caressed my tiny body. As I lay

on her, resting...feeling the pure joy of loving this beautiful giantess....

and it came to me....

the thunder had ceased.

Water. Splashing water.

I lifted my head to look...but she gently pushed me back against her warm

skin...and held me there.

I didn't ask.

I only accepted the moment.

I awoke on the sofa, still naked, but covered with a blanket. Where was Jeanetta?


I carefully made my way to the floor and searched.


No answer.



I walked slowly down the hall. The bedroom door was closed.

I placed my ear to the surface and heard a muffled sobbing.

Then it occured to me....maybe she really did something terrible!

I had assumed that she pressed me against her for comfort. The tremendous noise

of her strolling would prevent me from hearing screams....but I

might see something....something she didn't want me to view.


Not Jen!


But then, why is she crying?

I knocked on the door and asked her to open it.

No response.

I continued, vowing to remain until she shared with me her sorrow.

The floor shook.....and the door slowly opened.

I looked up to see my big girl with a red face, soaked in tears.

I softly caressed her foot, simply sharing touch.

Jen gently raised me to her face and sat on the bed, placing me there as well.

'I'm sorry Will'

She started sobbing.

Her hand covered her pretty face, all I knew to do was caress her soft skin and

wait until she was ready.

'Baby' she said...

'I WANTED to crush them all!'

'I was furious at them! WHY can't they just let

us have fun?'

I was speechless. Her feet bore no stains of blood, but the water would have

washed them.

She looked at me with sadness....

'I almost did it too. I REALLY almost did it!'

I breathed with a great sigh of relief.

'If you hadn't been there sweetie, I don't know

if I could have kept my temper.'

I reached for her hand, she responded, and I kissed her giant fingers and held


'You must be really disappointed with me.'

'No hon.....I'm rather proud of you. I'm sorry

all this happened.'

I almost blurted an apology for thinking the worst, but didn't.

I thought if she knew I lacked confidence in her for a just

might not be good at all.

She lay on the bed, firmly kissing me, then placing me betweeb her

breasts....where we mutually caressed more.

I awoke was dark. She remained asleep, and I decided to explore.

I carefully walked my tiny naked self along the length of her body.

I finally reached her feet...and squeezed myself between her big and middle


I felt arousal....stroking against her big toe....

it was warm...I licked the front, beneath the nail. She shivered slightly, and

just as I shifted, I was suddenly caught as she flexed her toes. She giggled. I

found myself being massaged,

rocked, and stroked in a gentle sea of toe flexing

I was helpless....but I wasn't in need of rescue.

She skillfully manipulated my tiny form into position so that I was now facing

her. Jeanetta

gently grasped my ass with her toes, pulling me toward the soft flesh between

the toes, then releasing, in a gentle motion that was relentless.

She smiled as she rocked me, a slight moan to compliment my stroking her warmth.

And finally, I climaxed....her eyes closing to

accept my grattitude, and her toes relaxing their grip.

She held me for what seemed like a half hour, then carefully wrapped her fingers

around me, plucking me from my bonds.

She petted and stroked my head, giving me a look of adoration.

'I think it's bath time sweetie.'

I stood on the edge of the tub as her colossal form entered, the warm soapy

water swirling as it filled. Holding a brush, I stepped onto her warm hand, and

was lowered to her breasts.

I carefully brushed her soft skin, soap and water

causing me to slip at times, always to be caught

in her hand.

I washed her nipples with my hands....a rich lather covering every inch. I

playfully attempted

a climb to the top, only to be shaken with her giggle.

She reached over and secured my trusty walmart rubber raft, and held it close as

I climbed in.

I carefully paddled around the colossal legs and ankles as she washed her hair.

When finished, she began gently swirling the water with her feet, giving me a

bit of a rapids

adventure. Her right foot suddenly lifted my raft

and brought me to face her left foot.

'She missed you sweetie'

I found myself between the toes of her left foot,

again being gently manipulated until my passion

exploded. Fun as it was, I wasn't sure how many more performances I was going to

be able to endure.

She slowly swished me in the water to cleanse me,then the the giant toes

returned me to my raft.

She continued to push me around with her feet, sometimes caressing my bare back

with her big toe.

She wanted more play.

I was getting tired...even as it was tremendous fun.

I paddled to the forest which lined the bank.

It was like an immense gorge....light and shadows

and the sound of dripping water.

Her legs closed behind escape.

Carefully climbing out of the raft, I ventured

into her forest, finding her labia and softly

caressing this wonderful lady.

Her breathing increased, and her giant right fingers gently rubbed my back as

the held me in

support. I licked her warmth, and her shiver would have sent me tumbling into

the water had her fingers not held me.

I gently opened the lips, and entered...and was

enveloped in the warm wet environment.

You guys enjoy your summer.....I will!


Giantess Stories: Summer in the south

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