Trying My Hand at writing... (Patreon)

I wrote a little bit this morning, I guess to get me in the mood for filming. Here's what I came up with:

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I had no idea that I would have ended up this huge. Massive, in fact. There was an intricate network of roads, buildings and vehicles laid out like a map below me, under my colossal black patent heels. My high heels were quite high, even at my scale, towering nearly five inches, but compared to the buildings surrounding my feet, that was magnified a thousand-fold.

My groin tightened. My member stiffened.

I was horny.

The tiny denizens at my feet were terrified. Where did this colossus come from, with its gigantic high heels, a wet look black patent, reflecting death and destruction around them. Was it some giant woman, there to exact revenge on her good-for-nothing boyfriend?

No. It was far simpler than that.

What they didn’t know, and would soon find out, is their colossal destroyer was not a woman, but me, a crossdresser, who wanted to experience what I’d read in many a giantess fanfiction. Feeling my high heels, nylons, bare feet, and my member laying waste to what they had slaved to build, disappearing under underfoot.

My member twitched, wanting to be free of its pantied and nyloned prison.

Soon, I thought.

I took a step. Predictably, it was pandemonium at my feet. My nearly 500-foot, red soled stiletto, instantly destroyed the skyscrapers next it. The streets, though quite wide, had some difficulty accommodating a stiletto of such girth and width. Before I had grown, I thought being at about 1000 feet tall would be sufficient for my romp, but made a couple of calculation errors, and ended up nearly 5000 feet tall, and now my clothes and shoes, which had grown with me, had created logistical issues of another kind. My pressed and professional Brooks Brothers skirt suit exuded the image of a power businesswoman, not unlike Diane, in Diane’s Me Time, complete with my own twist. On my feet were the ultimate in sexy footwear, the So Kate pump from Christian Louboutin. In a stunning black patent, they were stunning at regular size, but the size 42 heels were not only devasting to look at, there were simply devasting to be around when they rivaled buildings in size.

I took my second step, and four lanes of traffic disappeared under a red soled foot. My foot twisted, imperceptible to me, but unfortunately for the building next to my foot, my stiletto caught a portion of the building, destroying the glass façade, reducing the 40 story building to a mound of twisted metal.

Whump.

Whump.

My heels were not the easiest to walk in, but I was glad I wore nylons to smooth out wearing such footwear. The air felt amazing breezing between my legs, heightening my state of arousal. I felt gigantic. Powerful. I was surprised to not be confronted with the military or the local constabulary, but I’m sure that was to come. For now, I would play.