Giantess Ex Girlfriend
by aloofsomeloofs

Jeff knocked as loudly as he could on Emily's door. Being barely an inch tall, he had to pound quite loudly in order to make a noise that normal sized people could hear. While he waited for her to answer he thought back to how lucky he was to date such a beautiful girl, even if it was only for a little while. Maybe he still had a chance. Maybe he could do something to make her take him back. He would die for a chance to finally get physical with her.

Inside, Emily heard a faint tapping at the door and knew it must be Jeff. She just wanted to get this over with. At first she was excited at the idea of dating such a small guy. Something about him was mysterious and exotic. It didn't take long for her I realize how bad of an idea it turned out to be. She constantly had to care for him by carrying him around and lifting him to things he couldn't reach, so she began resenting him for his condition. Plus, she had no idea how they could ever get intimate due to their relative sizes. Now she just wanted to get him out of her life and date a normal size man that could take care if her instead of vice verse.

Emily opened the door and looked down at Jeff emotionlessly. "Hi Emily! How have you been!" He beamed back up at her. "I'm fine Jeff. Look I'm kind of in a rush, can you just grab your stuff and leave?" Jeff's heart sank a bit, but he tried hard no to let it show. "Yeah, that's cool. I've got a lot going on too. I'll just..." But before he could finish Emily had already turned around and walked back into her apartment.

Jeff did not want to let his confidence waver. He was sure that if he played it cool he could make Emily interested again. He strolled into the living room and casually looked around. Emily had walked into the kitchen and was busying herself with something. "Your stuff is in a matchbox in the bedroom" she called coldly. "Just grab it and let yourself out".

Jeff decided against her suggestion, opting instead to get comfortable and hopefully strike up a conversation about old times. He slowly climbed up onto the couch and reclined on his elbows, trying to look aloof. Just as he laid back Emily walked into the living room with her nose in a magazine. As he walked toward the couch, Jeff tried to look suave. "So Emily, I was thinking... Um, Emily? EMILY!" She clearly wasn't paying attention, and as she walked to the couch she turned and sat directly on Jeff without looking up from her magazine.

Emily sat comfortably on the couch, oblivious to the fact that she was crushing her tiny ex. As she read she thought she heard a faint cry. "Jeff, did you say something?" She called toward the bedroom. When she didn't get a reply she shrugged and turned back to her magazine.

Suddenly a rumble ran through her stomach. Emily scanned the living room for Jeff. Not seeing him, she concluded that he must still be in the bedroom collecting his stuff and that the coast was clear for a fart. Still reading her magazine she leaned to the side and let out a dainty toot, completely unaware that not only was Jeff in the room but he was trapped beneath her.

After reading a few articles (and a few more surreptitious farts), Emily began to wonder what was taking so long. She got up and strolled over to the bedroom. As soon as he got up, Jeff gasped for air. He could still smell the farts that Emily had unknowingly planted in his face. "Jeff? Where the hell are you?" Emily called from the bedroom.

Jeff jumped down from the couch and began running toward the bedroom. "Emily! I'm out here!" He yelled as loud as he could. Emily walked casually out of the bedroom and immediately stepped on Jeff, crushing him beneath her bare foot. Unfortunately, this is where she stopped and stood motionlessly looking around for him. Jeff lie flat on his back, trapped between the wood floor and the ball of Emily's dirty foot.

"Jeff? Hello?" She called to the empty room. Frustrated, she crouched down hoping to have a better vantage point. As her body neared the floor she lifted her heels to maintain her balance, shifting all of her body weight to the balls of her feet and thereby increasing the pressure on Jeff.

"Jeff what the hell!" Emily cried angrily as he stood back up. She walked into the living room and looked out into the hallway. As she turned back into the room she saw Jeff's crushed body where she had stepped on him. "Jeff! Hurry up and get out, I have plans tonight!" She snapped, completely ignoring the fact that he was flattened.

Jeff slowly sat up. "Sorry Emily, I was just hoping -" "I don't care!" Emily interrupted. "I have a date tonight and I don't want my creepy ex hanging around when he gets here!" Jeff was heartbroken. How could he have thought he would get a second chance with a girl like Emily. "Yeah, alright. I'll just grab my stuff and go" he said sullenly as he headed into the bedroom.

Jeff sighed sadly as he looked around. He was going to miss it here. The room was a mess - Emily's lack of organisation was one of her quirks that he had come to enjoy. Dirty clothes were scattered over the floor. Papers and books were strewn haphazardly across her desk. A gym back was overflowing with used workout gear in the corner. Jeff glanced around the room, trying to soak it in for the last time.

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. "Shit! He's here!" Emily cursed in the living room. She quickly ran into the bedroom and looked down at her ex. "God damn it Jeff you spent too long dicking around! He's going to think you and I are still together I he sees you here!" "It's fine Emily, if you don't want me here I'll just go." Jeff murmured, but Emily was too busy frantically looking for a hiding spot to have heard him. "There! Perfect!" Emily said happily as she spotted the gym bag. She hurriedly scooped Jeff up and crammed him into the bottom of overstuffed gym bag of dirty clothes. She quickly packed the clothes down with her foot and zipped up the bag before throwing it back in the corner.

Emily had moved so quickly that it took Jeff a moment to realize what had happened. By the time he knew what was going on he was face to face with a dirty gym thong at the bottom of Emily's bag. The soiled clothes were packed in so tightly that he could barely move. He tried not to panic, but the overwhelming smell of the sweaty clothes was making him very uncomfortable. "Ok, calm down. I'm sure Emily will come back in a minute" Jeff told himself.

He stopped struggling for a moment and tried to hear what was going on outside of the bag. He could hear Emily talking to someone. She was giggling quite a lot. He heard the front door open, then close. "Finally, she must have got rid of him" Jeff thought. He waited for a minute for Emily to come save him, but the apartment was silent. "I guess she's walking him out. She'll be back in a minute" he told himself. Jeff tried to get comfortable while he waited, but the pungent smell of the thong being pressed against him made it hard to relax. After 20 minutes Jeff gave up hope and realised Emily was not coming back. Feeling discarded, he began the laborious task of worming his way through the pile of dirty clothes toward the top of the bag.

After several hours of tireless effort, Jeff reached the top of the clothes pile. As hard as he tried he could not get used to the smell that enveloped him during his climb. Now he reeked of Emily's sweat as much as her gym socks did. Once at the top of the pile, it took him another hour of struggling before he located a gap in the bag's zipper that was big enough for him to squeeze through.

Jeff tumbled out of the bag and onto the bedroom floor. He happily gulped the clean air, though some of the smell lingered on his own body. Just as he was taking his third big breath, he heard the front door open once more. Jeff quickly got up an ran to the bedroom door. When he looked out into the living room, he saw Emily in a passionate embrace with a man he didn't recognize. Jeff was immediately pained at the sight. Emily hungrily kissed the man, pulling her body close to his. She had already kicked off her flip flops and she seemed drunk. She leaned in and whispered in the man's ear, just loud enough for Jeff to hear. "Let's go to the bedroom..."

Emily then turned and led her lover by the hand toward to bedroom. Jeff had just enough time to see the smile on her face before she unwittingly stepped on him once more. This time, Jeff's body was crushed and his head slid into the gap between Emily's first and second toe. Unfortunately his head was just big enough to become wedged between the giant toes, so when Emily lifted her foot to take another step Jeff was lifted with it. The helpless Jeff was dragged back into the bedroom this way, getting repeatedly crushed every time Emily's foot fell.

Emily and he lover fell onto the bed as they passionately kissed. Jeff shouted as best he could but his voice was drown out by the sounds of their lips touching and Emily's excited moans. Jeff was forced to listen to their passion helplessly from between Emily's toes. He then heard the man unzip his fly. "Wait" Emily husked, "let me get more comfortable".

Jeff lurched as Emily spun 90 degrees in the bed so her feet faced the wall instead of the open room. She lifted the foot with Jeff and braced it against the wall, pinning him. Jeff was then forced to watch from between her toes as Emily hiked her skirt up and allowed her lover to enter her. She gasped with pleasure as the man began to slowly pump in and out of her. As he did, the pressure of Emily's bracing foot against Jeff increased and decreased rhythmically to match the man's pace. Jeff had no choice but to watch this man pleasure the girl he hoped to woo from between her sweaty toes. The pressure of Emily's foot began to steadily increase with the man's pace until Emily was mercilessly stomping Jeff against the wall. Every time she would moan in pleasure Jeff would be slammed under her foot. The better Emily felt, the loader she would moan and the harder Jeff was crushed. When Emily climaxed, she clenched her toes involuntarily and unknowingly twisted Jeff's face during her waves of bliss.

After 2 hours of passionate lovemaking and several orgasms Jeff's torture finally came to an end. Emily and her lover lie panting for a while, then the man stood up and prepared to make an exit. Emily stood up to give him a goodbye kiss, and in the process stepped on a small pile of dirty clothes. What was left of Jeff's mangled body was smeared on a pink cotton garment as Emily embraced her lover. After their kiss, the man let himself out and Emily walked dazedly to the bathroom.

Jeff's senses slowly returned to him. He looked around and tried to gauge his surroundings. He seemed to be on the floor of Emily's bedroom, but his body was spread over a soft piece of pink cotton. Just then Emily reentered the room completely naked. "What a night. I think I'm in love" She cooed. "Now where are those pyjamas... Oh here we go" she said to herself as she picked up the pink cotton garment that Jeff was on. As she stepped through them Jeff realised that he was smeared on the inside of the back of them! He screamed futily as Emily pulled them tight, wedging him in her asscrack. "Now that the stud is gone, I guess I don't need to hold it in anymore" Emily mused. "PPPPPPPBBBBBRRRTTT" the hot fart blew directly into Jeff's face. Emily leapt into bed and got under the covers. She smiled contentedly to herself and though back to what a wonderful night she had. For Jeff, however, the night was just beginning. He was sure to be trapped between his crush's buttcheeks for the remainder of the night, forced to smell her farts and the remnants of her sweaty lovemaking. He groaned miserable, which caused a pleasant tickling sensation against Emily's asshole as she drifted happily to sleep.