Giantess Unaware Feet Novels & Stories

"Of course ma'am. I will set things up." * Inside her walk in closet, Rose kicked off her heels before wiping off her make up and taking off her jewelry and changing into cotton pyjamas which consisted of a relaxed fit shirt with short sleeves and knee length short. She was about to exit the space when her eyes landed on a pink ballerina box sitting on a top shelf.

I remained that way until my ears caught a shuffling sound approaching me. My body instantly tensed up. With every millisecond that passed, the sound of the feet walking up to me sent goosebumps rising on every inch of my body. Things felt worse now. I didn't know where I was was and I had strange company. What more could go wrong? All of a sudden, the feet stopped close to where I was laying. I let my eyes settle on the feet first zllzand I easily noticed that it was a feminine pair of feet.

It was literally the Moon goddess! “Let her be,” The entity spoke, her voice like many waters. Her essence started to fill the room, and the beta retreated, hiding his face just like Cassie. The chains that were on the omega’s wrists and ankles suddenly broke and fell to the ground as the girl started to rise off the floor, levitating. It was like she was being carried up to the ceiling by pure energy and light.

Can he be classified as a giant? "It says here the basket ogress would put children in her basket and cook them later on." Theria's eyes watched her eyelids, and she mouthed words quickly, "Let's say the basket ogress is about fifteen feet tall at the worst and twelve feet at best." A slight smirk came from Grace. She threw her hat on the table, "How do you figure that?" Everyone turned their attention to Theria, who blushed a deep crimson, "Well, the basket ogress sounds more like a giant, and forest giants don't grow more than fifteen feet. A forest ogre grows to about twelve."

Her head was covered with royal beads and crown. She rose up immediately and made to run away,a power captured her and she jerked forward and hit her head on the rocky cave. She fell unconscious and her body started lowering to the floor. A Giant creature appeared and hung her across his shoulder, he started taking her away with him "Welcome to the world where powers are gifted." ********* End of flashback

I was embarrassed by this sudden attention, along with flattery, in front of others. “The feet are the ugliest parts of the female form,” said Gwaniella, moving across the veranda toward the house’s back door. “Have you ever noticed how the classic painters rarely show them?” “But not Adara’s. I couldn’t help but notice them yesterday, too, when again she was walking barefoot on the sand.” “The wet sand, I’ll assume,” returned Gwaniella. “For she’s not allowed on the dry sand, not being a seashore property owner.”

It was like a backdoor route for employees or a stock entrance hall going to the kitchen. She willed her feet to move faster and lifted the hem of her long gown higher. She was about to run again, but her feet wobbled in her heels. Feeling limited, she sat down and quickly fidgeted with her shoes. "Mister Rossu! Wait!" she screamed before bending over to unstrap her heels. However, removing her shoes took her some precious seconds. And the moment she lifted her head again, Mr. Rossu was already gone. She was left alone in a long alley without any clue where to go!

Gianna takes a moment to imagine the outcome. "You, my friend are a genius. They won't know what hit them" I grinned. "Awwnn, you're so sweet" Gianna clapped excitedly "let's get started. "Can I eat first? I'm soon to pass out" Two hours and half later and we are set. I buckled the last strap of my shoe around my ankle, it fits firmly not too tight or too loose. I stand. Both heels and straps of my shoes are see through and transparent giving off the illusion as though I'm walking on air.

But my body leans forward, like it’s listening before I’ve permitted it. Kael’s breath hits the back of my neck—short, clipped, the kind that means he’s about to grab me and drag me out. But he doesn’t. The woman steps closer. She has bare feet, and her toes are black with dirt and age. Her claws click faintly on the stone like a metronome set to some ancient rhythm I don’t know but almost recognize. She stops just short of me. Tilts her face up toward mine, though her eyes are burned shut.

There is no doubt that she is beautiful, and her skinny figure made me want to ask if she was on some sort of therapy, or just abstained from food to look this skinny. Gemmy had dark brown eyes and was about 168cm, so I think. Her feet were on stilettos, and she dressed as if she was going to seduce a man and not to work. She was clad in a high waist gown that cut across her thighs, she didn't wear a bra so her nipples printed on the light fabric of her clothes. It happened to be a gown with spaghetti hands, and it was straight just as her shape was with no bounding curved to it.