You’ve been awfully bold lately, insulting my giantess size and thinking you could get away unscathed. But you’re about to learn how wrong you are. Tiny punishment is best served under my feet, worshipping them and praising them for all the hard work they’ve done wrecking your town and leaving no building untouched. Struggle while I bounce you between my feet haphazardly, useless to deter my onslaught. It doesn’t stop at my feet, tiny bitch. Worship you giantess mommy’s ass. Kiss my big, round, butt, despite how petrified you are that I can bend down and ruin you in a single movement. You punishment involves some dirtier acts, too. I will stuff your puny face into my armpits until you’ve learned your lesson about being rude to your giant queen. Inhale pungent breaths from deep in my bellybutton as your punishment continues in a never-ending loop of degrading tasks. Your little body is no match for mine. Not when your entire being is smaller than my little pinky toe.
Tinies
Times Up Tinies!
Once the sand of Sorceress Morgana’s hourglass has run out, your time is up! She will shrink you, and devour every inch of you. Swallowing you whole and having you swim around in the depths of her stomach. She enjoys every minute of tormenting you with descriptive details of what she plans to do to you, how good you will taste on her tongue, as your eyes watch in Torment as the sand moves quicker and quicker towards the other end of the hourglass. Then, it will be your end. It won’t be quick and painless, of course not; where would the fun in that be for Morgana? She’ll even play a game of cat and mouse with you as you try to flea the scene once you are the size of a bug. However hopeless it may be…
Redhead Giantess Ivy Secret Stomps On Tinies With Her Huge Feet
Sexy Giantess Goddess, Ivy Secret, sits as she has a group of tinies clean in-between her toes and feet. She commands them, telling them how to properly clean her feet, and scolding them when they do it incorrectly. Ivy picks the tinies off her feet, and puts them on the glass coffee table, stomping on them as they lay helpless on the table. After Giantess Goddess Ivy has her fun, she decides to put the tinies away for more fun later, but not before smashing them even more with her giant feet!
Tinies Hide And Seek
Did you really think you would always win at hide and seek? You are so tiny I could press you under my heel into smithereens, and I wouldn’t even know it. Where are you? There you are trying to hide next to my heel. I will put you inside my heel then dangle you by your wrists over my tongue, or perhaps upside down. I toy with you even though I am not supposed to play with my food. Inevitably you will be swallowed, you won’t even be enough for a snack.
Giantess Villain Vanessa Rain Stomps On Shrunken Tinies
Giantess Villian, Vanessa Rain, steps out and complains about how the Superheroes always stop her from her nefarious plans, and she is tired of it! Vanessa stomps around and smashes tiny people under her feet, and comes up with a plan to get bigger and bigger until no-one can stop her! Giantess Vanessa stomps around her place, stepping on tinies all over the place. She picks them up one by one, and humiliates them for being so small!
Tinies Worship Giantess’ Feet
This was a custom video. He wanted no POV, no props, no looking at the camera. The viewer is to use their imagination.
After destroying countless villages and towns the Giantess is sent a large group of slaves to worship her. She lets them know that she goes through slaves very fast, so they will need to follow a couple rules. She sees one trying to run around and picks him up and decides to be cruel and play a little game with him. Once she is finished with him she makes sure all the other slaves know they need to be doing a good job worshiping her feet. One by one going through her slaves once again.
Tinies Belong In Bellies
*Custom Request
Start in a bra and panties. First person POV. I’m your tiny best friend on the table. We
had lunch plans, so I came over to help you prepare lunch. You thank me for helping,
but it’s not enough. You have a bloated belly, but you just aren’t quite full. I came over
to help, but there is a way I can do more. You say “Maybe I could eat you too,” in a
joking way. “Don’t you want to volunteer to a good cause?” you say with a smile while
patting your full belly. Lunch wasn’t enough, you need something more. You look at me
more seriously, and actually consider it. You ask me what I think, rubbing your full belly
and asking if I want to join its contents churning in your gut.
