INNOCENT REQUEST
[Vid commission. It is something a bit different then usual but i hope you’ll enjoy it ;-) ]
My friend Max came to visit me for holidays and we were having great fun together. Of course, like anyone else, he didn’t know about my little secret… Down in my cellar i keep some shrunken tiny slaves and during this week that he was at my place i had to keep that door locked and hide them from him. However one day i spot quite a few slaves running around the floor and obviously attempting to escape. That really pissed me off… Usually they do not dare such a thing, cause they know it is punished with death, but i am sure they heard another voice and hoped to receive some help from my friend. Stupid little vermins… they probably thought if he ever spotted them they’d be safe, maybe to put me in troubles, who knows… however, seems they don’t know that aside from the power to shrink them, i also got other skills… So i transformed them all into grapes but, you know, they remain conscious and see and feel things like they’d still be human. Just they can’t move, or speak…. They can do nothing, just like grapes.
After that i simply had to ask him to help me doing a video while he was chilling and he agreed with no hesitation. Max is really as good guy, with handsome size 11 US feet, he wouldn’t harm another living being by purpose but… Who would have an issue with innocently stomping a few grapes after all…?
COMING SOON....
[I'm working on a new video that will be released soon, something a bit different... there will be unaware, shoe/socks crush, ass crush, vore and a few other stuff... ;-) ]
Daddy comes home, totally unaware about his son giving a party with his friends. Something went wrong and now they are shrunk and badly in need of help... They will try in all the ways to be noticed, will anyone succeed?
SNACKS
[Vid. Commission. I know it's a bit short but i still hope you'll enjoy it, for the vore lovers ;-) ]
It may seem cruel to eat something alive but big fish eat small fish, isn’t it? It is in the nature of a giant to eat tiny guys. That’s just normal… Do i feel sorry? Yes! Only of the fact they are too small and once in your mouth they are gone in an istant… But oh well, the good thing is there are so many of them and they are so cheap, so i can just keep eat until my stomach will be full and satisfied. If a thousand of them will be needed… oh well, too bad for them i guess...
INCENTIVES
I wonder what’s so hard to convince someone to obey to a simple order such as have him lick your feet… Take this one for example.
I said “lick my feet…”
“no, fuck you! I’m straight, i’ll never do it...”
I shrunk him some “lick my feet…”
“no way! No!”
I shrunk him some more… and this little bickering went on for a little bit, but not long.
Now that he’s an ant basically, look at him… look how willing and greedy he is to lick clean between my toes while he beg me to not shrink him further. He grovel between them and lick them clean like he’s born for it (and i actually believe he is, honestly)
With the right incentive, anyone turns so very willing and cooperative… it's easy! xD
UNEXPECTED DANGERS
[Hello everyone! Sorry for the long delay from my last post, as you know i had issues with my pc but i can happily inform you that it’s fixed now and i’m fully back producing macro stuff! Here a little montage and short story… and i’m working on a new vid that will come soon… ;-) ]
“We are almost on top Mike… we just need a little more effort and hopefully we’ll be able to be seen… Jeez, the smell is unbearable here! My head is spinning… Bro are you ok? Mike? Oh my god! Noooooooooo….”
Screamed James seeing his brother loose consciousness and fall down from the mountain size foot of their best friend. After they shrunk to bug size, their only chance to get some help was manage to get Logan attention and to do that, considering all the failed attempts, they had to try to to climb his foot.
It was a very risky and hard task, not only for the huge size and the difficult climb, but also cause each smallest movement of the foot could cause them to loose their grip and fall down from a heigh they would hardly survive. All was going rather good untill they approached the toes…
Their biggest mistake was to not consider or underestimate the powerful smell of the giant’s foot and sadly the little brother couldn’t take it. It was so powerful and amplificated at their minuscule size that he lost consciousness and fell down…
Mike fell down for all the impressive heigh of the foot, slamming down on the cuscion of the sofa, that at their size, wasn’t that soft at all… James could only watch the scene in horror and scream while seeing his little brother fall down but to his great relief, he seemed to be still alive! Hurt, surely stunned and maybe still u n c o n s c i o u s but… he was moving! So there was a chance…
“Wait there! I’m coming down! Don’t worry brother you’ll be fine…” shouted James while immediately started to climb down to aid him.
Sadly, however, his attempt to save his life failed at the beginning. Under his eyes, he could see the giant foot move forward while the giant adjusted his position, totally unaware of the drama developing at his feet. The colossal heel slided forward just a bit, enough to catch the already injured Mike and steamroll him...
“noooooooooooooo….” it was all James could do, scream in shock and horror while seeing his little brother pop like a grape and get smeared by the impossible size heel, just to disappear under it a second later.
That very little and insignificant movement of his gigantic friend, was enough to obliterate his little brother and almost caused him to loose his grip.
Crying in desperation for his loss and coughing for the strong smell, James realised more and more that his chance of survival were close to nil. How long was he going to last before m e e t the same horrible fate of his brother and get crushed by this giant feet...?
INSIGNIFICANT
You got a problem, the most natural and basic one... hunger and thirst. Has been two days you find noone, not a single crumb nor a drop of water... And you searched for those among all the immense house you live in, but nothing. Once again your minuscule size prevent you from taking care of yourself and get what you need… You only had one chance, as always, call your giant friend and ask for his help.
Now, you may think that it should be him providing you at least those things, it doesn’t look like asking much… a drop of water and a crumb would do!
But he’s busy, he got his stuff to do, his own life to carry on and just get his attention if he’s not the one looking for you it’s all but easy.
And so you take the chance he finally enjoy some relax on the sofa, remaining still for awhile. You climb on the nearby table and start waving your arms at him, screaming to the top of your lungs to get his attention.
There was a loud yawn coming from him, but after that the silence of the room allow him to hear you, or so you thought.
That joy when you hear him emit a sound “mmmhh?” simply tilting his foot on a side so that he was able to see you and slightly rise his head from the pillow. It was done! You had his attention, it was hard but your prize was about to come. You wasn’t expecting so much, just food and water, that’s it.
But sadly, all he heard was your weak chirping voice, a buzzing noise for his ears.
His lazy and even sleepy mood could be seen on his face “What?” he cut it short and looks visibly bothered.
You feel bad, just feeling his gaze on you and you try again to explain your reasons and needs “i’m sorry! Didn’t meant to disturb you… it’s just that i really really need to eat and drink something! Dude! Please! i’m starving! Has been days now that i get nothing… please!” you whimper and beg him.
You can see how he just stare at you with a bored expression and soon you guess he couldn’t even properly hear your words. Infact all he could hear was the buzzing noise of your voice and not really distinguish your words enough to understand what you wanted.
Surely he didn’t bothered to check and find out and he snort and just say “Yeah, yeah, whatever… can’t even hear you from here. Can’t you see i’m relaxing and maybe about to take a nap? Listen… Whatever problem you got, it’s insignificant! Just like you are… so stop buzzing around like an annoying mosquitos and be on your way before i decide to move my foot and drop my heel on you, crushing you just like one!”
His words hit you straight into your heart and you stop moving, freezing… shocked by how uncaring he was about your life and problems. Now more then ever you realize how insignificant you are, for him, for the whole world… Knowing he could truly do what he threatened, you just flee and hide, exactly like a bug… the bug you are.
MY BAD
“What was that? Oh… woops...”
It happens in a moment… Just a step, a wrong one… with your tiny being in the wrong place at the wrong time. His live is going to change forever. He’ll have to live without a limb, something that will reduce even more his survival chances… And despite that, he can only consider himself lucky it didn’t went worst…
Accidents happens! Expecially to tinies...
[Sorry for the delay since my last post. Ha some major issues and as if it wasn't enough my pc gave me problems. Now all should be fixed and i'm working on a vid of a new serie that i will post soon... Thanks for keep supporting me! :) ]
SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved
[Chapter 3 - Part 3]
In the morning, the giant man woke up after having passed a wonderful and comfortable night, he stretched some, relaxed and took his time to go take a p i s s and then have a good breakfast before finally deciding to go check for his son and fix the problem with him once and for all.
After so many hours of pure agony, the poor tiny guy was exhausted and just wished once again he could die and have all this pain be gone once and for all, but he wasn’t going to be so lucky, sadly.
He was still writhing in pain and if his body wouldn’t be painted in pitch black, he’d be as pale as a ghost.
“Morning little piece of dirt!” said out loud the father, approaching the desk with the small vase with the plant and his tiny son spiked on the toothpick “let’s see if you’re ready...” continued reaching for him with his index finger and touching him some, thing that just made him sink deeper on the spiked wooden pole, something that made him gurgled even more in agony.
However, despite he simply didn’t cared, that wasn’t his purpose right now but just to check if the ink was dry. Infact he then checked his thumb and it was still clean, meaning he was ready and dry.
“very well, you’re ready… let’s proceed then.” he announced, sitting down on his desk chair and once again propping his left tattooed foot on the right knee. At the same time, he grabbed his tiny son between his thumbs and pulled him off the toothpick while with the other hand he opened the desk drawer and pulled out the permanent glue he bought the day before. Opening the cap, he poured it on his son’s front side, from face to feet, just having care to not glue too much his own fingers too.
The tiny guy, was still injured and not yet restored and flailed his tiny limbs frantically to avoid what his father was doing to him, but like each and every time, it was totally useless.
Once done, the man just positioned him over the tattoo on his heel and held him in place for awhile with the tip of his finger.
While waiting for the glue to dry he spoke “Now, you’ll become nothing more then a tattoo on my foot… even if someone would spot you, they’ll just mistake you for an unusual tattoo and noone will ever check or doubt you are anything else...” he explained “So this is going to be our very last interaction cause from now on, to me you will be nothing but a tattoo, my son, will finally stop to exist! So, i’ll guess I should ask you… any last words?” he questioned, while rising his finger off his tiny body, knowing the glue was dry by now.
The tiny guy was totally in fear and tried to squirm and struggle with all his strength but he didn’t even budge. He knew his father really meant it, after this very moment, he wasn’t going to be able to have his attention anymore and so, receive any mercy. He was going to be condemned to spend the rest of his existence under his father heel and be stepped on and crushed at each single step! Countless times each and every day for years and years… He couldn’t even stand the thought of it, but sadly he didn’t really had a choice. The only thing he could do, was use his last words for one last attempt to gain any mercy from his father “D… dad! Daddy...” he corrected himself, trying to call him like when he was younger, hoping that would move him a bit but at the same time he realized that it probably wasn’t appropriate anymore so he changed again “God… God please! I beg you to have mercy of me! don’t do this… please! Why do I deserve something like this! Please! Just please! i’ll do anything! Anything!” he cryed out, also struggling to speak cause also half of his face was now glued to the thick smelly skin of the giant heel.
The giant man allowed him a moment to speak, just staring down at him and actually checking the result of his whole idea to turn him into a tattoo, but also listened the pathetic pleads. He wasn’t expecting nothing different really but when he heard him call him god, that made him rise his eyebrow in surprise “uh? God… really?” he burst out laughing and shook his head “Jeez you’re pathetic… we’re done here.” he stated in conclusion, the scene was so pathetic that a part of him was just disgusted and decided to just end it, lowering his foot down and just standing up without a hint of hesitation, barely feeling a thing, if not a very faint pop under his heel as he crush the tiny guy so mercilessly.
However he couldn’t help but keep chuckle while walking away from the desk, still shaking his head and also find it funny “God… pffft...” he mumbled while he actually felt something twitch into his boxer at the thought -God… that sounded nice I admit…- and a pleased grin formed on his lips.
After that, he truly fully ignored his minuscule son, just going on with his life and truly forgetting about his existence, now fully relaxed noone would ever see him or recognize him as a living being.
During several occasions, hang outs with friends or movie nights, he could prop his barefeet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa, lean back and just relax knowing noone would pay much attention to his new tattoo…
One of his friends did noticed it though during one of the first times “What is that thing?” asked pointing to it.
“Uh? That? My tattoo...” simply replied the man with a shrug.
“On the bottom of the heel? To make it looks like you crushed that sort of… what is that, a tribal angel? That’s odd...” questioned the friend with a startled expression.
He just shrugged again with nonchalance “Yeah… why not? I liked it...”
“you’re crazy!” and with them both starting to chuckle that was the end of the conversation.
Some months later, he was relaxing on the beath, taking some sun and a passerby, a bodybuilder, noticed something on his heel and without even stopping he commented “Nice tattoo man!” something that would make him grin.
His secret, was safe...
SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved
[Chapter 3 - Part 2]
Soon enough, part of his plan reveals as he start speaking “Good day man! I’d like to have a tatoo...”
“Welcome sir! Sure thing! Do you already have something in mind or wanna see some samples?” asked another unknown man, obviously the tatoo shop keeper.
“Oh yes, could you make me...” there was a pause, in which the father pulled out his phone from the pocked, showing the picture he had sent to himself earlier from the pc “This?”.
“Ah yes, of course! That’s not complicated at all… Where do you want it? How big?” asked the tatoo artist.
“I know it may sound strange but I want it under my left heel if possible… It has a meaning for me...” explained the man.
The shop keeper just chuckles “Oh that’s not strange at all sir! Believe me, I got much odder requests! At least on that not much sensitive spot shouldn’t be painful at all... Please, follow me in the other room sir...”
After about 1 hour and half it was all done and during the whole time, the tiny son was trapped and hidden under his other heel, under a thick layer of sock and the shoe. No matter how hard he tried to scream, his voice wouldn’t leave the footwear.
After paying, the father greeted and walked out of the shop, but didn’t went back home right then… His walk continued for long and from the noises coming from outside he went to buy a few things in other shops. Just then, he finally went back home, as usual and for the whole time crushing his minuscule son at each single step. His pace seemed faster then before and that cause he was excited to fix the issue he had with his son and solve it once and for all.
Once back inside, he kicked his shoes off and peeled his socks, that he just tossed over the shoes, before heading to his desk with a little bag of stuff he just bought and sit back on his elegant chair.
He rised his right foot over his left knee to expose his tiny screaming son while grinning in anticipation of what he was about to tell him “Very well little piece of dirt… it is all set, we just need to fix a few little things but i’d say your surprise is ready! Wanna see what daddy prepared for you?” he didn’t really expected nor cared for any answer really, infact while the tiny guy just kept crying and screaming for mercy as usual, he reached for him with his gigantic strong fingers and peeled him off his heel.
The son felt relieved to be peeled on, but his last disappointment teached him that he couldn’t truly hope it meant he was receiving any mercy cause of that. He was right, infact…
The giant man held in dangling from his fingers by his foot, again so uncomfortably upside down, staring at him with ice cold eyes and a sadistic grin on his lips.
While speaking to him, he change position, lowering back his right foot and rising his left one on his right knee to expose his sole and his brand new tattoo, lowering the tiny guy right in front of it “So… here is your surprise! You like my new tattoo?”
The sobbing son, stared at the tattoo on the immense heel of his father, he truly couldn’t get it… his mind was filled by questions -Why is he showing me this now? Why a tattoo under his heel? That’s odd… looks like some wings and a tail in tribal style or something… is it supposed to represent an angel? A phoenix? And what does it has to do with a surprise for me? Do he really wanna know if I like it?- he ponders for a moment, still traumatized by being crushed so painfully countless times.
“I… I...” stuttered with hesitation the little guy.
The father waited a few seconds but he didn’t really cared for an answer, he just wanted to have some fun seeing his puzzled expression before he’d fully explain what it was all about.
Infact he soon spoke “Well, like it or not, I don’t fucking care really… but I do like it and that is gonna be the solution to our little issue!”
“u… uh??” mumbled the dangling guy, while staring up to his father, puzzled.
He kept grinning and nods to confirm what he just said “oh yes… you’ll see! And the good part is that on that spot, my skin is so thick I do not even need to wait for the tattoo to heal, I barely felt it at all, just some tickling…” he shrugged and went on “nor I have to wait too long before it fully dry, one night should be more then enough... but now let me show you what else I got, so that we fix the last details…”. With that he reached for the little bag and took out a small bottle of permanent black ink and another one of permanent glue.
Seeing those, the tiny son worries just grew even more “w… what are those for…?” he asked stuttering, not even sure if he truly wanted to know the answer but he knew for sure he was going to find it out anyway.
The giant father kept grinning and for a moment, dropped his tiny son down on the desk, to have both hands free and prepare the ink. He opened the little bottle and poured in its cap the ink, filling it almost completely before picking his son up again “This? This will be the last special bath you’ll take, well aside from when i’ll take it or shower, but I guess that’s gonna be different...” saying that, he drop the guy into the ink.
He barely had time to let out a yelp and had to close his eyes tightly and hold his breath to not risk to breath in the ink or have it into his eyes. As soon as he could, he swim back to the surface, spitting and coughing and trying to clean his eyes, nose and mouth from the rather thick liquid, flailing his arms frantically to get out from it. For sure it wasn’t a pleasant bath.
The man then wanted to pick him back up, but didn’t wanted to dirty his fingers “ugh… just wait there, i’ll fish you out in a moment...” he said, standing up and heading into the kitchen just to come back with two toothpick.
The tiny guy was struggling to not drown into the thick liquid and somehow, deep inside him still hoped to get the help of his father to get out of it, it came as a natural instinct, even if it was him the one putting him into this. Seeing him return with those big (at least to him) wooden spiked poles, was anything but reassuring. However, he thought he just wanted to offer it to him to grab and hold on to, to be fished out without have him stain his fingers too.
He was right to worry about those cause the man had no intentions to be any kind at all.
“Very well, let’s fish you out and put you to dry properly… we don’t want any unpainted parts, do we?” he ask rhetorically, not really expecting nor wanting any answer. Using the two toothpick, he first pushed with the flat side of the tip of one the head and upper body part of his son down into the liquid, just to use that same one, to place it right under his hips and pull his ass out of the surface.
At the same time, he mercilessly shove the spiked tip of the other one right into his ass, pushing down deep enough to ensure the guy wouldn’t slip down or be able to set himself free.
Right when he do that, the poor son thrashes into the liquid and a few bubbles came out of it.
Satisfied, he rises the toothpick and the tiny guy along with it, spiked on it. As his face came out, he cried out in pain coughing and chocking on the black liquid.
The giant father knew he had just destroyed his son’s ass and surely also his intestines but any mercy or concern for him was gone since quite few time already. A satisfied grin grew on his face and all he could say was “This reminds me when I spike the olive into my drink… perhaps, just a little bit more fun, I admit...” he chuckles and left the spiked creature drip the major part of the liquid back into the little bottle, then moved him over a nearby tiny vase with a decorative plant and sticked the other spiked side of the toothpick into the ground “Perfect! Now to be sure you’ll dry properly, you’re gonna stay here for the night! So… see you tomorrow, enjoy your last night out from under my foot...” with that he turned, totally ignoring the chocked cries of his son that was suffering so much to barely be able to breath for screaming or talking at all and with a soft chuckle, he went toward his bedroom for the night. Obviously, for the tiny son, there was nothing to enjoy, but this was going to be for him a hellish endless night of pure agony…
SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved
[Chapter 3 - Part 1]
The man kept searching on his pc for about 1 hour, keeping his minuscule son crushed under his unforgiving heel. He didn’t gave a damn about the minuscule creature agony, he was comfortable in that position, sitting on his comfortable desk chair with his bare feet firmly planted on the floor, so he remained like that and it didn’t mattered if that meant to keep the little guy crushed and in hellish pain for the whole time.
He was the father of that guy and surely he should had felt sorry and guilty for what he was doing to him but since when he shrunk him and decided to get rid of him to fully enjoy his life as a single man, he stopped considering him his offspring. He didn’t wanted to ruin his life due to bad feelings, guilt, worries and other negative thoughts concerning his son and the only way to do it was forget about him and truly and deeply stop think about him… So the only and best way was to stop considering him a human and a living being at all. To him, he was now nothing but a piece of dirt stuck on his sole and he was firmly willing to leave him there for the rest of his life. With no cares, no attentions or consideration at all, forgotten. If he was going to be stepped on and horribly and painfully crushed at each single step he took, that was noone of his business.
-He will suffer a lot, i know… poor guy! Will be hellish for him… but well, too bad for him! I can’t enjoy my own life if i have to care for a son and doesn’t matter if he’ll go to live who knows where… i’d know he’s there, somewhere and one day could come back bothering me and ruining the new life i’m gonna build for myself. No, no way! It’s me or him and i surely choose me!- thought the father during the first day he shrunk his son and attached him to his heel -i know it’s mean and a drastic decision, but we are talking about my happiness! I just wanted to shrink him and step on him, ending him quickly! But no, his genetic had to combine unexpectedly with the shrinking and make him restorable! That wasn’t part of my plans… It’s not my fault but his! Yes, maybe i did a mistake to put him into the world and i know he didn’t asked for it… not his fault, i admit it. But as I gave him life, now I got all rights to take it back! He’s mine, I own him and if I decide he’s going to spend his life as a piece of dirt under my heel, that’s how he’s going to “live”… if we can call it life...- he went on, almost like trying to convince and justify himself for what he was doing and prevent him from feeling guilty.
The first days he often found himself thinking about him, propping his feet up more then he usually used to do when relaxing… or while sitting somewhere or standing, he felt like keeping his left heel, the one he trapped his son under, lifted from the floor like a pale attempt to show at least a hint of mercy. Each time, however, he realized that he was allowing his son to still affect his life and it wasn’t what he wanted -No! I don’t have to act differently just cause he’s down there… I have to stop caring and thinking about him! It’s just a matter of habit...- he advised himself and usually purposely just dropped his heel down, crushing the poor helpless son mercilessly.
So days passed, then weeks and eventually he truly got used to that, stopping to act differently just cause his son was under his heel, stopping to considering him and most of all, to feel bad for him…
“Ah! Found it!” said out loud in excitement the man at his desk when he finally managed to find what he was seeking for and sending to his phone a mail with a picture and an address. He could had printed it, yes, but always tried to spare paper, he cared for environment. Despite what he was doing to his son, his cruel little (also literally!) secret, he still liked to consider himself a good man.
Suddenly he rised his left foot up, allowing the tiny guy to restore and placing it on his other knee to expose comfortably his own sole and him to view. His ice cold gaze stopped on the minuscule creature on his heel for awhile, watching him squirm and cry in pure desperation like he usually did really. He noticed in amusement how he was biting hard his lips trying with all himself to not bed or make any sounds, just like he ordered him before.
He was honestly a bit surprised and pleased by the effort he was putting to obey him but for sure he wasn’t going to give that and him any positive comment. Instead he just focused on the always impressive size difference between him and his foot and he just grimaces down at him in disgust “pffft… jeez you’re so pathetic...” he mumbled before reaching for him with his giant fingers.
Unexpectedly for the sobbing son, he grabbed his tiny right foot and started to pull, ripping off the tape that kept him trapped there and peeling him off his heel.
The little guy couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe this was truly happening and was so surprised it came so out of the blue. He was begging and dreaming for this since the very first moment and now finally he was being freed? He didn’t knew why and his mind start racing…
-He is setting me free? Oh my god! Yes! Finally! I can’t believe it! But why now? What made him change his mind? Did he regretted what he’s doing? Maybe it’s cause I didn’t screamed loud and obeyed? But why he just said i’m so pathetic, looking at me so disgusted? Is this his way to show me mercy?- pondered the little guy, still not daring to speak but whatever was the reason, being deeply happy to be set free from his hellish prison.
The man rises him in front of his handsome giant face and jeep stare at him, while he dangle from his fingers that held him by a foot. The tiny guy had turned so skinny, pale, looking so beated, dirty and smelling just like his foot… Sadistically he couldn’t help but felt amused by such a view and took a moment to just enjoy it.
The little son was so confused and felt so unsure, despite feeling so uncomfortable both to be held upside down like that and also stared so intently considering his nakedness and miserable conditions. However, while tears kept running down his cheeks, he couldn’t help but say “Thank you! Oh my god thank you so much! Thank you! Thanks!” he kept repeating.
His tiny voice and thanks had an unexpected reaction from his father that just looked surprised and even confused, rising an eyebrow like he wasn’t getting why he was so thankful “Uh?”.
Soon enough, however, he do realize the misunderstanding and it makes him chuckle heartily “ahahaha… jeez! Are you…? Are you thanking me cause you think i’m setting you free? Ahahah...” he laughed more and shook his head.
This, of course quickly killed all the hopes of the tiny guy and made him worry and scared again “b.. but… but it...” he could only stutter before his father spoke again while slowly returning serious, covering his tiny voice with his much more powerful one “No, you stupid piece of dirt...” he start saying while putting down his left foot from his knee, and changing position, now placing his right foot on the left knee “I’m just moving you to my other foot!” he explain him while loosing no time he already start lowering him down toward it.
The tiny guy was sent back into desperation and fear in no time when he is lowered back toward the foot of his father, left or right one made no difference at all for him! “noooooo… oh my god no! Please! No no! Don’t put me back there! I beg you dad! Please!” this time he couldn’t help to cry out, squirming and struggling all he could to avoid it.
For the man required no effort to just push him against his other heel and with the tip of his index finger on his tiny back, hold him there while making sure all the tapes would stick properly on his skin. While doing so, he went on speaking “I got a surprise for you! I found the perfect way to fix our “little privacy issue”… But for that I need my left heel free from you. Don’t ask me why but I got a preference for keeping you there then under my right one...” he shrugged “but for today will do! Now, we’re heading to a place and tonight you’ll see...” he grinned and lowers his foot back down, totally ignoring the screams and pleads of his son.
Without a care, he just stood back up, smearing him once again and heading to his bedroom to pick up a pair of grey short socks before heading to the bathroom. Using the bidet, he washed only his left foot before putting his socks on. The little guy soon found himself not only taped to the heel, but now also pressed by the strong fabric of the sock.
With that, he stood back up, now totally used to hear the faint cracks and pops the minuscule body of his son used to do at each step. He just went to the house entrance, wearing a pair of sneakers he used to leave by the door before leaving, closing the door behind him.
After about 45 minutes of constant unforgiving walking for the poor trapped tiny guy, a bell warned he had entered on some kind of shop. What was his father up to now? What did he had in mind? What other horrors were expecting him? The son’s mind was filled with fear and questions...
A new giant is coming! Giant Tyler will be in the next video coming soon “Roommates – Part 2”!
He’s 6,23 ft tall (190cm), nice lean swimmer body with big handsome size 11,5 feet (45 eu)! He loves to dominate, have his feet worshipped and crush the tiny living beings he may find into his path… You better watch out! :-P
DEVIATION FROM THE ROUTE
The colossal man was having his daily jog and decided to take a new route into the woods… He quickly find out he was liking it very much and after awhile, he came across an opened area, the vegetation seemed so different and he squatted down to check what those odd little things on the ground were.
To his surprise and astonishment he could see those were tiny houses, with tiny people running allover… there were no doubts, that was a whole tiny town!
“Woah! This is so cool! can’t believe this thing is real!” he said, feeling the need to try to touch something. So he lowered his right hand toward one of the nearby building and using his index finger he tried to touch it. It was so small it collapse under his finger that pressed down too much without realising his strenght, or how weak the tiny thing was. “Wooops! My bad...” he said amused by his power over those tiny creatures.
Just then he noticed how he was already standing over two big portions of that tiny town, having crushed countless houses and obviously people under his feet without even notice and having caused already major havoks and chaos.
His whole body was dripping sweat from the run and he do notice how some drops were falling down from his face, his pecs and arms, just to splash over buildings, streets, cars, people...flooding them and just causing more panic, chaos and death down there to the tiny people.
He honestly didn’t meant to destroy that tiny civilization, but couldn’t blame himself for being simply too big for those puny creatures. It was their fault if they were so small and ended up being on his path. So he stoop up, towering over the minuscule town “Sorry guys...” he said looking down at them “not my fault if it happens you’re on my path… you should be careful where you build your little things...” he said waving his hand in almost total disregard for those minuscule buildings.
He then ponders for a moment before saying “mmm… i’m sorry but i really like this new route for my jogging and i plan to keep on doing it… so i guess if it’s not today, i’ll end up crushing you tomorrow, or next day… beside if if it’s not me, next guy having a run here will do it… so better if it’s me clearing the place and why not, having some fun!” he chuckled and took a step forward, stomping on a few whole city blocks that disappered under his colossal white snaeaker. The power rush he felt was really amazing, he was a god to those tiny creatures…
Taken by the fun of the experience he started to stomp around, twisting his feet to ground whatever was left under his foot, just to have fun checking the result… He used his hands to flatten a few other buildings... or pick up cars and people just to flatten them between his fingertips. He even ripped off a few roofs to check inside the buildings, just to see the tiny people scream and panic before he’d destroy the whole building, crushing also the helpless victims inside. He even decided to taste a few of those minuscule living being, tossing them into his gigantic mouth, savouring them by sloshing them around his tongue before pop them between his teeth or swallow them alive.
He was having great fun, like a kind of frenzy, a true wild power trip that made him feel like a god! And he was a god to them… but sadly in less then 10 minutes, the whole place was reduced into dust… He stood up, looking at the destruction he caused and checking if there were any tiny creatures or buildings left, not really cause he didn’t wanted to leave any survivors but just cause he hoped to have just a little bit more fun. But nothing was left…
Shrugging he just thought -oh well, that was really fun! An unexpected addition to today jog! Better get back to my training...- and with that, he simply started running again, leaving nothing but destruction behind and wondering -I wonder if there are others of those tiny towns here around… tomorrow i will check! Cause... dam! This was fun...-
ROOMMATES
[In this video i tried something different, i hope the experience will be somehow "immersive" from the prospective of a tiny guy. Let me know what you think and i hope you'll enjoy it ;-) This could be the first part of a little serie...]
It was a warm summer day and Liam went to the beach with some friends. He had fun and d r u n k quite a few different things. While chatting and laughing with them, he noticed a bottle poking out from the sand and just thinking it was an abandoned and already opened beer of one of his friends, he just took it and d r u n k it. It had a strange taste but he didn't paid much attention... Later, that day, coming back home he felt odd and exausted and decided to take a nap... Little did he know that his life was going to change forever and that his only hope was going to be his roommate Luke...
CURIOSITY
I wonder if he even realise he’s climbing my foot and not a mountain… But i guess the smell and warmth may give him some hints! Ahaha… i’ll let him go on, i wanna see if he can make it to the top. If he fall down he’ll die by himself but if he succeed then i’ll just crush him i guess… i mean, i’m making him a favour to put him out of his misery.
ASK THE GIANTS!
Hello my little and big followers! Just wanted to tell you that soon i will post a new vid starring giant Logan and also last part of the story "Secret of a stranger".
In the while, i wanted to propose again the rubric "Ask the giants!". So don't be shy, if you got any questions for any giants feel free to ask! ;-)
SHOEPLAY 2
[Vid request - no music]
Here is another version of shoeplay video, this time in flip flops and with no music. Keep in mind that if you wanna see something in particular, i take commissions... Enjoy ;-)
SECRET OF A STRANGER – A flaw in the plan
[Short story – Chapter 2 - Part 2]
The father, even if busy doing his search, in the silence of the room, could now hear the buzzing noises coming from below him, more clearly and even make out some words out of them.
He let out a very deep and annoyed sigh, before pulling the chair back a little, to provide some more room to rise his left foot and place it on his right knee. Exposing his whole sole and his son to sight. He stared down at him with a superior and severe glance, like he was looking at something disgusting attached to his foot and just then spoke “How many times did i told you that i expect silence when i’m busy? Are you seriously so stupid to dare disobey me in your situation?”
“i… i...” tried to beg and say something the tiny son, finally able to see his father face and hoping so bad it could be a chance to seriously communicate with him.
He was very wrong, as soon as he opened his mouth, his father snapper his fingers in front of him “Silence!” he said out loud. The noise of his gesture was so powerful that the tiny guy was deafened by it and felt the vibration of the clack reverberating into his chest.
Frowing down at him, he spoke with a firm and deep voice “Now listen to me and listen to me for good with that worthless insect brain you got… I thought i’ve been clear enough but it seems you keep don’t get it. I have no intention to take care of a son by myself, i want my freedom and no more annoyances coming from you. I’m still in a good age and i wanna enjoy it as much as i can without the burden of a son… I had a good plan and i wanted to get rid of you fast and easy. Things didn’t went that way and since you can’t die, i can’t risk to have you discovered! I’d end in serious troubles and THAT… IS… NOT… GONNA… HAPPEN! I can’t trust you and i won’t leave you unguarded with the chance to escape or be found by who knows who… So the best place is to keep you with me the whole time, in a place where you won’t bother me one bit. You like it or not, that place is under my heel! You’re so small and frail and my foot skin so thick that i don’t even feel you down there… it’s like you’re not even there to me, like you don’t even exist...”.
The merciless words of his father made the guy cry and sob even more, wanting so bad to speak and try to have him chance his mind, but he knew him well enough to know he had no chance in that, nor he dared to open his mouth and speak, too frightened of him.
“I thought that was the perfect solution and it would allow me to even stop think about you and your existence...” went on the giant man “But today it seems we discovered that also keep you there, got some risks… Not only due to your pathetic attempts to call for help but also cause someone could notice you. I thought was close to impossible when i walk… didn’t thought you could be seen not even when i wear flip flops. Today, that guy at the shop, was clearly suspicious… luckily he didn’t got too curious, but that was close and it can’t happen again. Yes, of course i could simply keep socks and shoes on when i’m outside, but no way i’m gonna private myself of the freedom to wear flip flops or go barefoot, just cause of you… To not speak about going at pool or beach and enjoy my day, without having to worry you’d get spotted...” he sighed and shook his head “Jeez, you keep bothering me even now that you are a bug! I bet you’re proud of you, uh? You and your fucking rebelious attempts... if i’d knew it i would had shrunk you till you’d disappear into nothing!”
As if his situation wasn’t bad enough, being accused of things he totally had no guilt about, made it even worst for the tiny guy, with trembling hesitant voice dared to speak “i… i’m sorry dad! I… i never wanted any of this… i didn’t knew i was such a burden for you...Please! I beg you! I’m sorry… If you set me free i swear i’ll never ever mention this to anyone… i… i’ll disappear! i’ll just disappear and you’ll never ever hear from me or about me again...”
The man barely listened to his pleads, as always and abruptly interrupted him “Shut up insect! I can only trust myself if i don’t want any troubles… Your attempts failed little one, miserably failed. You wanted to fool me but… you know what? Dad knows better! I always know better! And i’ve found the perfect solution for you… But first i need to find something fitting, so… it's time to get back to work!” with that, he simply dropped his foot down, obliterating once more his minuscule son and getting back to watch the screen of his pc and searching for what he needed, leaving the tiny guy in agony, crushed below his heel for the whole time, wondering what kind of plans his father had in mind...
SECRET OF A STRANGER – A flaw in the plan
[Short story – Chapter 2 - Part 1]
[Since many of you asked for it… here it is! The story continue… hope you’ll like it… ;-) ]
Once done with his shopping afternoon and after the unexpected meeting with the curious guy at the shop, the misterious father walked back home, purposely stepping hard on his left foot and heel at each step to be sure to pulverize his minuscle son, trapped down there. The gesture came out of annoyance for almost having been unmasked about his little secret and in his opinion, if someone had to be blamed for that, surely wasn’t him and his lack of foresight… He could had found another place to keep him, or simply going out with socks and shoes instead of flip flops but... No! If someone had to be blamed, it was his now minuscule son. He perfectly knew he could have done better and be more careful, but fair or not, he wasn’t going to admit his faults and like so many other times in the past, once home, he was going to scold his son.
The weather outside was warm and it made him quite sweaty and so his feet, but the tiny creature was safely stuch there under him and he knew there was no way he could slip away. Enjoying the nice day, he kept on walking and after about 40 minutes, he finally came back home.. Sadly it wasn’t the same for the minuscule guy, for him it has been the worst and most hellish day ever. Not even in his worst nightmares and darkest thoughts he ever imagined one could feel so much pain… having his body pounded by a large titanical heel with an impossible weight, destroying each single bone and reducing them into powder, smearing his flesh and organs… Just to have it rise off of him, allowing his minuscule frame to restore and take a breath filled with a strong manly foot smell, enough to allow his tiny lungs to provide enough air to have a scream escape his mouth, before being steamrolled again… over and over…
As if that wasn’t bad enough, there was more adding to it. It wasn’t only physically painful, but also emotionally. Not only it was humiliating, being stepped on and crushed like a bug or a piece of dirt, feeling totally worthless, insignificant, helpless… To that it was adding the fact that it wasn’t a strange giant beast doing that, one of those monsters of the most known tales, not even an evil god or an enemy seeking revenge.
It was his father, the man he always looked up as a point of reference, the man that had his full trust and love, the man supposed to take care of him and protect him…
The little guy was starting to believe he ended up in hell...
Once inside, the man shutted the door closed behind him and kicked off his flip flops by the door before starting to walk toward the kitchen, feeling in need of a fresh drink. While doing that, he kept walking and doing like his little son didn’t even existed down there aside for the fact that suddenly he started to speak with him “So… You worthless piece of shit… do you think that’s the way of behaving uh? Did you wanted to put your father into troubles?” while he reached the fridge and grabbed a cold beer, opening it with an easy and quick gesture and taking a refreshing sip before continuing “Is that what you wanted to do? Uh? Do you think a pathetic piece of dirt like you can mess with ME? You were trying to be seen and discovered, i know that… Oh! Oh! Do you take me for a fool? Do you think i didn’t heard all those annoying buzzing noises you kept making? Like a fucking mosquito!” saying that, out of anger he stomped hard his heel down and started twisting it. The poor helpless little guy, indeed was making those noises, he kept screaming to the top of his lungs whenever he had the chance, out of pure desperation and agony. Once again he was crushed violently and immediatly, smeared into nothing while the immense heel of his father was grounding him. All he could do, was suffer and take the anger and punishment of his father, fair or not it would be…
“That's it, insect, all flattened and SILENT! That's how you must stay... Oh i’m soo gonna teach you what happens when you try to fool ME! You wanted to be found and rescued, so all this would be over. You wanted to get away from me and ruin my new life free of all those duties and burdens. But that didn't and it's not gonna work. It’s never gonna happen! My son is gone, disappeared… That’s what happened, that’s what everyone knows and it’s not gonna change. You’re just dirt under my feet now...” he said while keep grinding his heel hard on his already crushed tiny son.
He went on for a minute or two, that for the tiny guy seemed to last an eternity, taking some more refreshing sips of his cold beer. All this helped to calm him down a little, after the initial outburst caused by the annoyance and yes, even some anger and frustration he kept inside for the whole way back home, he had to release it. Now it was fading away and he finally rise the foot he used to crush his son, to take a step toward the other room to then reach the desk with his pc.
“You know? None of this would had been necessary if you simply just died...” he said while reaching the desk and sat down on the expensive black leather office chair “A good stomp and you could had been crushed, like any other bugs… Simple, easy, maybe even close to painless… I wanted to be merciful and provide you a quick death… But no!” he went on “you had to mess with the shrinking process, you had to be restorable… jeez i swear i can’t even get how you could come out of me… Your biology and genes always been wrong, on other sunjects the shrinkind worked perfectly! But on you… pfffft… Look what happened... And so you stubbornly don’t wanna die.”
While speaking to his minuscule son he kept taped on his heel, he turned on the pc and started to surf on the web as if he was in search of something. Just by coincidence and cause he was more comfortable in that position, he kept his heels slightly lifted off the floor, allowing the poor tiny guy to restore and scream. Of course he was desperate and, crushed or not, he could always and easily hear the powerful voice of his now gigantic father “Pleaseeeeee… oh my god please! Please! Dad! I beg you! Stop it! No more! No more! Set me free! That’s not my fault… it's not my fault if when you shrunk me somehow i turned restorable! I swear! I don’t even know how all that works! Please! I can’t go on like this! I’ll do anything! Anything! I’ll stay still and silent whenever you want me to stay… i’ll do whatever you’ll tell me! Just please, not this! Pleaseeee...” he kept crying and begging.
Continue...
HEAVY LESSON
[Just a very quick vid but hope you’ll enjoy ;-) ]
Is not rare that a giant is bothered with pest infestation in his house. It’s the case of my friend Blake, finding a tiny guy into his bathroom. However for a giant is not a big deal to fix the annoyance… He just go on with what he was about to do and in the process he teach the tiny guy a very hard (and last) lesson...
GIANT'S HABITS
My friend Blake doesn’t skimp when it comes to have his feet taken care of. Each single evening he takes 20 tiny slaves to have them worship him and have his feet licked clean. Them are supposed to be divided 10 for each foot but it’s very rare all them arrive to that point… Before let them start, he do a quick selection cause he’s very picky and with not much patience, expecially when it comes to those insignificant lives.
He sit down on the bed and put them in line in front of him, giving them a quick and severe look, scanning them while he firmly and briefly explain them their duty. If he consider one unsympathetic for whatever reason or if one tremble, cry, or beg too much and doesn’t seems keen to properly serve his feet, he simply pinch them between his thumbs and pop them like grapes right there. Usually not more then 6 or 7 remains for each foot, never less then 5.
He do that not only cause he’s picky, but also cause he knows that it’s a great incentive for the others to work hard and at their best.
Once the little selection is done, he lay down, getting comfortable and resting his feet on their side so that his soles are properly exposed and ready to receive attentions. He then snap his fingers and the survived little terrified servants runs to them. Willing or not, out of fear they lick and massage those titanic feet, without being able to care if them are clean, dirty, sweaty, smelly… However the giant’s feet are, they must worship them, dot. Knowing that it was a matter or life and death, they always put all their effort in their ungrateful job… they worked hard and frantically with their tiny hands, tongues and whole bodies in the desperate attempt to please him and not end like the other guys that he squished before. The foot was immense compared to them and they didn’t know how much time they had, for sure they had no time to waste...
In the while the giant just relax, enjoying the attentions at his feet and spending some time at his phone, chatting, watching news or videos, the common stuff before feeling asleep and turn off the lights and get ready to sleep. Usually he let them worship his feet for about half hour or 40 minutes before deciding it was enough. However, sadly for the tiny guys, there was something they don’t know…
Blake, like most giants, consider the dirt and sweat under his feet rather disgusting and just like if he cleaned them with a piece of t o i l e t paper, once used it must be disposed. He thinks the same for the tiny slaves. They are good for one cleaning only, then they are dirty and must be disposed… So he collect them all and even if he’d like to crush them immediately and solve the matter, he do not want to dirty his just cleaned feet already, so he place them into his sneakers that he usually leave by the bed, knowing he’ll crush them all the next day when he’ll wear his shoes for the day.
To him they weren’t even worth further consideration or words and he simply use to turn off the light and sleep, leaving them there… in darkness, with the only company of the powerful smell of his well worn shoes. The poor tiny slaves would keep wonder about their fate, but their new prison would surely give them a clear clue that this was going to be their last night.
For sure Blake do not bother to clean the other crushed remains of the previous slaves, that adorned the dirty insoles in various spots… some barely visible and worn out like the rest of the insole, others a bit more. For sure those were unmistakable proofs of what fate awaited the slaves and they had to bear with it till the next day. The fear and panic building up was a terrible t o r t u r e but Blake didn’t cared one bit…
Using and disposing of 20 tiny slaves each single day to have his feet pampered and properly worshipped was a price he was very keen and glad to pay. Good thing that tinies are rather cheap at least...
SECRET OF A STRANGER
[Short story]
I want to tell you about a story, something that happened to me the other day, while i was in a shop.
Entering inside the shop i started to have a look around and approached the information desk to check some products nearby it. I couldn’t help but notice this man not far from me, he was tall, he must had been around 6’5’’ i guess, well built and rather thick, it was easy to see under his shirt that he was a gym playgoer. I could tell he wasn’t that y o u n g, probably around middle forty, also due to his grizzled hair and a beard visibly taken cared of, yet of few days.
He was wearing a blue shirt and short white pants, that allowed to view his big muscled hairy legs.
And impossible not to notice were his feet, adorned by a common pair of flip flops that were visibly quite worn out and suffering his clearly heavy weight. His feet were big! Guessing i’d say they must had been a size 13 or 14, wide, manly and you could tell by watching the thick and darkened skin of the edge of his heels, that his sole was a bit rough, thick, a pair of soles that endured years of walking and substaining his important weight.
Some may prefer younger, but it was undeniable he was a sexy man, with a strong and self confident pace and a charming smile.
I found myself watching him for a moment, how he moved, the way he was walking... I did noticed how his flip flops were slightly squeaking at each step he took, compressing so much under his weight to be squeezed to less then half then them usually were when he wasn’t stending on them.
Since he was checking something right beside where i was checking some products as well, i kept glance at him and i noticed something else that sparkled my curiosity.
Each time he was walking, i heard a very faint buzzing sound, you know, just like when there is a mosquito nerby but you really can't tell exactly where. While when he was standing still, there was silence. It didn’t took me long to notice that this seemed to happen only when he rise his left foot off the floor.
Now i was really curious about this and i focused my attention on his left foot, he stood still for a moment and then went to ask some informations to the nerby info desk.
It was then that i noticed something odd… When he took the first step and his left foot firmly and heavily landed back down on the floor, i spotted a very small squirt of red liquid coming out from under his heel. Just like if he popped a tiny bloody zit.
I grimaced a bit in disgust, unsure of what it was, but i could tell it wasn’t a pimple, both cause it was pure red and also cause if it was one, it’d pop once and that’s it. Instead it kept happening at each step.
As he took some distance and my point of view allowe me to see better under his sole while he kept walking, i finally discovered what was the mistery behind all this and i admit i was astonished.
There, under his wide and thick heel, was a minuscule creature and it seemed taped to it! At first i couldn’t fully tell what it was, cause his heel came down once again, destroying it and making it pop. I could tell by now it wasn’t a zit where the red liquid came off, it was this tiny creature exploding under his weight!
What shocked me even more, however, was to see that once he rised his heel and foot to take another step, the visibly crushed body of the creature that now was just a smear on his heel, seemed to quickly get back into its shape and be back alive.
This really gave me thoughts… I mean, who would tape a bug to its heel just to crush it over and over at each step? And why? Even assuming he enjoy crushing it, under such a thick skin like his heel, for sure he wouldn't feel a thing! And most of all how can it be possible it doesn’t die but restore?
This man, apparently so normal, genteel, self confident and even sexy, was apparently hiding a secret! It was a real mistery and i needed to know more, but the surprise and shock wasn’t over yet.
What i seen and realized to his next step was what truly made my jaw drop.
While i kept staring at his heel and the minuscule creature trapped underneath, surious about how could it be it kept restoring, i finally was able to distinguish it better. I noticed a tiny human head, two arms and two legs held still by the tape and a visibly human torso. It wasn’t a bug! Was a tiny guy! He was apparently around his twenties and just now i realised that those buzzing noises i’ve heard each time this man rised his left foot, were nothing but his desperate screams.
This man, whoever he was, was keeping that tiny guy captive, literally walking on him and massacring him at each single step! Apparently with no concern at all. This was so cruel!
He then reached the info desk and just stood still, with his feet firmly planted on the flip flops and floor and obviously crushing the tiny guy the whole time. It was unbelievable to see him so gently spreaking with the shop assistant, smiling and even joking with him, while down below he was torturing and destroying that tiny creature without a care in the world.
I decided to investigate a bit further and i approached the desk too. He was waiting to receive something and pay for it and he took out his wallet. Inside, i could spot a picture of him, a woman and what seemed to be his son. I could tell it was his family and the pic was obviously rather recent cause he looked almost the same and his son was in his twenties.
Seeing that and since he was waiting with the wallet open, i decided to take the chance and speak to him “Nice family, man!” pointing to his wallet with a movement of his chin.
He was surprised to see me speak to him and about my comment “Uh?” and needed a moment to link my comment to the pic into his wallet that i pointed, but as he did, he smiled to me “Oh, this… yeah, thanks! Sadly it WAS my family… My wife passed away after a car accident.”
I felt kind of sorry and embarassed due to it after my comment even if i couldn’t know, of course “Damn, i’m sorry to hear that. I had no idea… Well, you still have your son, right?” hoping to fix my unlucky comment. Plus, i had to admit that from the few i had seen, the guy in the pic, truly resembled the tiny guy i had seen under his heel.
As i ask him about his son, i could tell he straightened up a bit, like he didn’t really appreciated the question and i noticed he moved his full weight on his left foot, right when the poor tiny captive was. I could hear the flip flop squeak again as it compress and who knows, maybe that sound didn’ t came only from the footwear.
However, he kept a weak smile and polite attitude as he said “Sadly not, he’s gone too...”
“Oh damn, i’m really sorry! Car accidents can really ruin people existences...” i try to add, guessing the son was gone in the same accident, but didn’t dared to ask openly.
The man, however, seemed to notice my curiosity about the reason and went ahead “Oh, no, i didn’t lost him in that accident, but later… One day he simply disappeared. I reported the thing to the autorithy, but he was never be found...”
Once again i said i was sorry about it and i did noticed that while he said that, he adjusted his weight on his left foot even more, i could tell he was even grinding his heel down a bit.
I glanced down at his foot as he did that and he noticed my gaze that visibly made him decide it was time to leave, even if the smirk on his lips showed that he knew i couldn’t spot the tiny guy down there, if he hadn't rised his heel.
So he shrugged and took a deep breath “Well… at least, i’m back being a free, single man. It surely has it's advantages and much less responsabilities then a family and surely a son, would give... It's sad but we need to try to see the good sides also in the bad things…” and as he said that, the shop assistant came back with his purcase, he paid and before leaving, he give me a nod “Have a nice day man!” cutting off the conversation.
“You too!” i said to him while he was leaving and i took a moment to keep stare at him, feeling sorry and concerned about the tiny guy he was torturing. A part of me wanted to do something but i knew those weren’t my business and who knew what this man was capable to…
I did noticed that as he was walking away, he kept the toes of the left foot tense, so that the flip flop insole would remain against his foot, completely hiding the tiny guy to my view...
ASK THE GIANTS!
Took me longer then expected but here it is! We answered your questions! Me and my friends had to speak in our mother language that is Italian and i added subtitles. I was surprised to hear how similar some answers they gave were! I'd like to underline that both Logan and Blake are straight and noone of this has been scriptured, nor they heard the reply of each others. I just sent them the questions and they answered... Hope you'll enjoy! ;-)
If you have new questions, don't feel shy to ask! ;-)
ASK THE GIANTS!
Hello my tiny and big friends! This will be the weekly post where you can freely ask questions to the giants! Then, next week i’ll post their reply!
Just to let you know, aside from me, they are all straight and i had to explain and introduce them to the macro world.
Only Logan somehow already knew what it is… O.o :D
That said, don’t be shy and write in the comments whatever question you want to ask them (or me)!
Can’t promise all the questions will be answered but i’ll try to choose the best ones… there will always be next week for another try ;-)
Go go go… Satisfy your curiosities!
SHOCKING DISCOVERY
-- Just a quick vid i thought could be fun… hope you’ll enjoy it ;-) --
I know my friend Jesper since several years now, two years ago we became roomates to spare some money. We get along very well and it’s great to live together, we always have a lot of fun.
Lately, from two weeks or so, i noticed him doing something unusual for him… From when i can recall, he always disliked to restrain his feet in shoes and socks and whenever he could he had always kicked his shoes off and socks to remain barefoot. Expecially at night, while relaxing, watching tv or something. To not speak about going to sleep, i never ever seen him sleep with socks!
Well, now has been two weeks he seems to not want to take off his socks, never! And most of all, he sleep with them on! You may think it could be cause it’s cold and he do it to keep his feet warm, but no, that’s not the reason. It’s not cold at all (all the opposite actually), plus he never been a guy bothered by that.
I know it may sound something silly, i mean… who take notice of when your friends go barefoot or keep socks on? As i said, i noticed it cause it’s something so unusual for him.
Plus i could swear i’ve heard odd noises at times, like… pops and chirping sounds i couldn’t really relate to something nor properly understand where they came from. But if i had to say it, i could tell them were coming from his socked feet.
Of course, the first thing i did was ask him, both about the socks matter and the noises and i did it a few times, but each time he shrugged saying it was all fine… or that he didn’t knew what i was talking about and he always tried to change subject afterwards.
Something wasn’t convincing me and that was just making me more curious. Why he was doing that? Why keep his socks on if he always disliked it… did he had an issue at his feet? Was he trying to hide something? A tatoo he didn’t wanted to show me, maybe? And what were those noises? I really didn’t knew what to think...
So, the other night, while he was sleeping, i sneaked into his bedroom to put an end to my doubts. I had to be careful cause his sleep is not too heavy and surely i didn’t wanted to be caught perving at his feet. I couldn’t just drag his feet out from under the blankets so i had to tickle him some to make him move and it worked! Then i peeled off his socks and you won’t believe what i discovered!
I’m still shocked by that and sadly i had to stop filming and flee cause he woke up and almost caught me…
Here is the footage of what happened...
UNEXPECTED PURPOSE 2
About three months has passed since when i gave to Logan a tiny restorable guy as a gift. What was meant to become a pet, met a very different purpose and fate, but not less appreciated.
Logan is still very happy with his tiny toy and i was a bit surprised to discover that he took the habit to have him often stuck to his soles! At times even for days… He really don’t go easy on him and never miss a single training without his little “helper”. It may be cruel but a present is a present and as long as Logan is happy, then is fine.
Here we get a glimpse in Logan’s life and part of his routine while he do some Yoga…
