What's up shorty? I heard you like big girls. Mhmm.. not just with extra meat on their bones, but the tall, curvy type. And when I say tall, I do mean that when you look up you have to lean all the way back to get a good view. And depending on the day, you might not be able to see past my big toe.
Allow me to step back for you, and give you a full view of these luscious brown legs, thick thighs, curvy ass and hips, and full breasts. Perhaps if I stand several miles back, you can see my whole body. I look perfectly normal from afar. But the closer I get to you (yes like the Roberta Flack & Donny Hathaway duet), the more the ground shakes, and I just keep getting.. BIGGER.
I am the big, black, femdom Giantess you've dreamed of, with a no holds barred approach to living large. An Ebony Giantess who likes to be pleased and pampered, by her tiny male pets. With a confession: The reason I like being a giantess, is because of all the filthy things I can do with tiny helpless men. And in giantess play, this is pretty much one of the only fetishes, where your dick size is a non fucking factor. You could have the biggest dick of any man your stature, and I wouldn't give a fuck, because how you're going to pleasure me, involves your whole body.
So long as you keep my needs met, and my desires fulfilled, you won't end up in a pot of my world famous stew. And I don't have to tell you what's in it now do I? I want you to serve me, and share with you, my secret - and very self serving - fantasies. So much I can't share with you here, you'll have to take the plunge into my world, and all will be revealed, when you visit Duchess Willow, on Giantess Island. by Giantess Audrey of www.giantessisland.com My lips are scented with a juicy fruity glossy scent and my laugh almost knocks you over–it comes so quickly and my breath is warm and knocks you back. Oh you are a petite little thing, aren’t you? I’ll be more careful about laughing in your face, tiny man. And I giggle, the vibration of the giggle makes you bounce up and down on my hand. You feel me walk into a cooler environment. I nod to the doorman who glances at you, but obviously you are not the first little man that I’ve brought home. We take the elevator up and you can feel your panic rising with each floor. Oooh tiny man, you are just too cute! I smile down at you, but you get the sense that it’s not a sweet or friendly smile. You start thinking of ways to escape. Maybe you can scamper off someplace in my house and hide in a dark corner. You’ve heard about a little man who escaped and lived under a giantesses refrigerator but he was scared of the cat who would eye him all night long. Ok we’re here – that wasn’t so bad was it? I unlock the front door and we enter into my pretty home. The carpet is thick and white and the couches are plush. I have a view of the whole city. I put you down on the white counter in my white kitchen. You stand out like a sore thumb (only much smaller than a thumb) and realize that escape is futile. You look at me in my black tight dress, hot pink glossy lips and realize that it could be worse. At least that’s what you tell yourself as I flip my hair and open the refrigerator. You catch yourself staring a little too long as I bend over looking in the fridge, my black dress clinging to my body. I turn around with something in my hand and a look on my face that makes you quiver in fear. Don’t be scared tiny man. Before you can say anything I take the cap off the can I’m holding and with a deafening sound I cover you head to toe in whipped cream. Suddenly your world is muffled. All you can see is white. You fight to wipe it off your face but your arms are so thick in whip cream that you can’t feel anything. You don’t even know what I’m doing or that I’m lifting you up–you feel my fingers touching the sides of your body but that’s all you know. You attempt to yelp and almost fall over, but you’re held in place by the white fluffy stuff as it completely consumes you. Then you feel something rough coming through the whipped cream. Your first thought is that I’m sending you through some sort of tiny man car wash or worse. But then you soon realize that it’s my pink tongue…licking all the cream off your body. My rough tongue brushes hard over your face and goes down and licks all the cream off you feet, your shins, your knees, up toward your hard little dick. What’s this!? My tongue stops right below your hard on and then licks over it again and again. You start shaking in the whipped cream. Mmmm! I lick over your arms and face, down the back of your head and neck, over your backside and then up again your front side. You want to yelp but my tongue is brushing over your face. You bite your lower lip as you try to hold as still as possible and your body lurches with each lick as my tongue pounds against you. My moist warm breath washes over you with each lick. I tell you to take all your clothes off–NOW tiny man! Your hands are shaking but I’ve set you on my palm and you drop your pants and rip off your shirt. Haha! I laugh and before you can say No or Stop! I cover you again with more whipped cream from head to toe. This time it’s extra thick. It takes me 5 or so licks to even get enough off you so you can breathe. You let out a sigh of relief. And then you feel my tongue pressing against your body. You see my full hot pink lips open. My wet tongue is coming for you! The tip of my tongue teases you lightly. The teasing is almost unbearable! You are scared to death and yet so turned on! I can feel you quivering. I can lick you all day long tiny man! Helplessly you resign yourself to Giantess Audrey having her way with you. Give one of our Giantesses a call, today! 
Willow
Email me at Willow@EnchantrixEmpire.com
A Tiny Man Whipped Cream Treat
Don’t be Scared, Little Man
A Little Man Whipped Cream Treat
LICK, LICK, LICK. MMMMMMMMMMM! Oh you taste good little man!
