A Crossdresser's Romp - Fit the Fourth (Patreon)

Over 1800 words, so far. I think changing perspective each part is helping me keep it interesting, yes? Because this was typed over two days, my thoughts weren't as clear. It's slightly longer than normal, too.

It was another day at the office for me. I was typing out an expense projection for the people upstairs when I kept hearing a rhythmic thump from outside my 20th story office cubicle. We’re a reasonably large company and occupy several floors in one of Downtown’s larger office buildings.

Whump.

Whump.

Whump.

I look out of the window, and I find out what the rhythmic thumping is about. The city isn’t having one of its many cultural parades. There’s a giant high heel in the distance coming toward Downtown. It has to be about 25 or 30 miles away in one of our suburbs. But it’s so freaking huge. I get up from my desk, the expense report completely forgotten about. This titanic creature that I can only see the bottom half of is wearing a form fitting skirt, some shiny hosiery and literally sky-high black patent heels. My brain tries to comprehend how a high heel that size, being worn by a woman that is absolutely mind-bendingly huge is coming toward downtown. I was ripped from my reverie.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

The building rocked. I was knocked down. She was coming in hot. And there was no way to prepare. By this point, she had crossed the 30-mile distance in a matter of seconds. I completely had no idea how big she was, but if she could cross that distance in less than 30 seconds, she had to be big. Very big.  Her high heels now completely dominated the view, soaring high above the downtown buildings, making them look like matchsticks on end.

Then I saw the underside of her high heel. She had great taste. Christian Louboutin. Size 42. She would have been pretty big even at normal size. There was an almighty crash. The high heel speared a building in the distance. The heel literally went through the building and up it came with her heel when she took her next step.

BOOOOOM!

The air pressure dropped and the windows shattered. All I could see is a towering black patent heel right outside our building. I couldn’t see much, but I could see the reflection of upper floors in the toe box, which rose up at least another 10 or 15 floors. This shoe was absolutely mind-bendingly big.

Then the smell. Not an unpleasant smell, mind you. The smell your wife’s feet have after a day at work. That leather and nylons smell. Despite my predicament, I was becoming aroused. I loved my wife’s feet and gave her foot rubs when she got home from work.

A creak came from the shoe. It wasn’t a step, though. She was twisting her foot. A small thing for her, but a gigantic problem for us in the buildings on both sides of the street.

SLAM!

The building lurched. Then tilted. And somehow, I ended where I am. It’s dark…and very humid. But the smell returned to my nose. I’m in the shoe. Her really big shoe. And then the ground disappeared from under me. She was walking.

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

In the darkness I can tell I tumbled downward. I remember being able to see the arch of her heel high above the building when she ceremoniously placed it down next office. That tumble must have been at least 10 or 12 floors in distance. It was a miracle that I wasn’t seriously hurt. Bruised, yes. The humidity in her heel was starting to get to me, though. It felt like a rainforest. Just oppressive humidity and heat. Another creak from other side of me. She’s on the move again.

And then it started raining. Because of her scale, and sweat being produced, there was a microclimate developing in her pumps. It was a sticky, heavy, vinegary rain. The smell wasn’t unpleasant, but rain made it harder to move around. I fished around in my pockets for my phone, and then fumbled to turn on the light.

And then I looked up. In between the stinging sweat-rain, I saw gigantic, looming nyloned-toes. Somehow I had thus far escaped being crushed under those apartment block-sized toes. I knew my luck wouldn’t last. She stepped again.

SQUISH.