My Giantess Daughters Misunderstanding

When my daughter Alexis was only eight, her mom left us. One day I came home and the house was pretty much empty except for Alexis' stuff. I checked the bank account to find she had left us with nothing. It led to years of struggling for us, but I always did what I could to be super dad and give my daughter the love of two parents. I never missed a school event, I always made time in my hectic schedule to spend with her, and we ended up very close. She was a very strong daddy's girl before her mom left, afterwards, being all she had, she became very clingy to me. I think deep down she always had a fear I would disappear like her mother so she always did her best to be a great daughter and keep me close. Her nineteenth birthday was now just a few short weeks away and I had no idea what I should get her, so I took the straightforward approach and just asked her. "So kiddo, I was wondering what you would like for your birthday this year." "Well," she said hesitantly, "to be completely honest, I really want a tiny.." "A tiny!? Really? Why?" "It's embarrassing.." "I mean really, what could you possibly need a tiny for?" "Well, you know how I told you I found a job that lets me work from home, but never gave you any real details? Well, the truth is, I sell pictures of my feet online." I was speechless. "Anyways, pictures with tinys sell for a Hell of a lot more. Guys love that stuff." "Alexis, that's horrible. Not to be mean, but you know your feet stink, like, a lot! That would be pure torture! How could you even consider doing that to someone!?" "I know my feet stink dad. I've always been self conscious about it until I dated that guy Joe. He had a foot fetish and loved my stinky feet. He introduced me into this whole community and really helped me boost my confidence. I love my feet now. I think there cute, and even if they do smell, there are a lot of guys who absolutely love that! I've gotten really popular, but all the top models have tinys. They just add a whole new level to the fantasy and guys are willing to pay like crazy to see it! Please daddy!" She started giving me the puppy eyes. She only ever called me daddy when she really really wanted something. "No kiddo, I'm sorry, but I couldn't in good conscience force some unfortunate soul to worship your stinky feet. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I don't care if they're tinys, they were all normal people with normal lives once." "Well then can you use your connections at the shrinking center to help me find someone who actually wants to be at my feet?" "I'm not doing that! Even if they think that's what they want, they'll quickly find out its not. I told you; I'm not doing that to anyone!" "Fine," she said in a huff, "then I'll just have to find a way to get one on my own.." She stomped off. It wasn't often that I told her no, and when I had to, she didn't always handle it the best. So, I began to search for something super special for her birthday to try to make up for it. Well as luck would have it, I found out about a concert that was happening on her birthday that her and her friends all wanted to go to, but tickets were all sold out. Well I work a government job and have all types of crazy connections and was able to score her enough tickets for her and her friends. It was her birthday and she had gone out with some friends for a bit but said she'd be home in time for lunch. After she left I grabbed her tickets and started making my way to her room. My intention was to leave them on her bed so she'd be super surprised and excited when she came home and found them. Unfortunately, I didn't quite make it. I was just about to the foot of the bed when I got really light headed and passed out. When I had awoke, I wasn't sure how much time had passed as I rubbed my eyes into focus. The sight around me chilled me to the bone. I was still in my daughters room, but everything towered over me like mountains. I had caught the shrinking virus. I heard the sound of the front door closing and knew she must have just gotten home. I figured my best bet would be to stand on the tickets, which would more than likely catch her attention. I felt sad, now the roles were about to be reversed. It would now be up to her to take care of me. Her door swung open and her eyes immediately darted to the tickets on the floor, and a second later focused on me. She ran over and dropped to her knees in front of me, shaking the whole world around me as she did. "She gently picked me up in one hand and the tickets in the other. "Oh my God!! How did you get these tickets!? And you even had yourself shrank for me! I can't believe it! You're the best dad ever! I still can't believe you care so much for tinys that you would sacrifice yourself to save them from my feet! You're crazy, but I love you so much! Thank you thank you thank you!!" I tried to yell up to explain the situation but she moved too quickly as she stood up and tossed the tickets onto her bed. She slipped out of her shoes and used her free hand to peel her sock off. It only took a matter of seconds before the room was filled with the smell of her feet. She carried me into the bathroom where she checked herself out quickly in the mirror and then propped up her phone up on the floor. She set me down in front of the sink and then sat on the floor with her back against the tub. As her feet extended out towards me I stepped back in fear, tripped and ended up on my back. As her feet closed in around me, the smell threatened to kill me. The air was so thick I could taste it. It was the worst experience ever. I tried to cry out, to ask her to stop, but the smell was burning my lungs so bad I couldn't make out any words. She giggled as her feet closed on me completely. In an instant my whole body was covered in a thick layer of her foot sweat. I opened my mouth to scream and it immediately filled with the foul substance that surrounded me. She opened her feet, still giggling. She slowly stood up. "You know what the best part is?" She asked me. "Because you went to the shrinking center, that means they gave you the strain of the shrinking virus that makes you invincible!" Oh shit! This was something I hadn't thought of. Outside the shrinking center, that strain of the virus was very rare, so the chances I had it weren't very good. I could only watch in horror as she slowly raised her foot above me. She put her hand on her mouth. "Oh no," she said, "a little bug seems to have lost his way! Sorry little guy, but I'm going to have to crush you now!" She giggled as she lowered her foot down on me. She didn't stomp, but rather took her sweet time, seemingly savoring the moment. Her foot knocked me onto my back as it came down on top of me. I rolled over and tried to crawl out before it came all the way down, but I was nowhere near quick enough. At first she just pinned me there between her foot, giggling as I squirmed to break free. "Hehe, that tickles!" She pushed a little harder. Now I no longer had the room to squirm. This was it. Her foot began to press harder and harder. I waited in anticipation for my body to give way and pop beneath my daughter who was unaware of the true situation, but as she started to grind her foot back and forth as hard as she could into the floor, it became apparent that I did in fact have the more rare version of the virus. Death would not be releasing me from this torture today. Finally, she picked her foot up, and I came up with it. I was stuck to the ball of her foot just as the base of her toes. I was in excruciating pain from having just gotten trampled and the smell was still killing my eyes, nose, and lungs. She grabbed her foot and flipped it over to get a look at me. "Oh that's perfect!" She said. She quickly scooped her phone up off the floor and took a picture of me stuck to her foot. "Well I guess for now I'm just going to keep you there. I know my feet reek really bad, so this should give you a bit of a chance to get used to it. Anyways, I gotta call the girls and get ready for this concert!" She went back to her room and called her friends. She put it on speaker phone as she got herself dressed. It wasn't long before she was pulling her stocking up over me. Now even if I could manage to break free, the nylon fabric held me firmly in place. I could also tell that this was not a fresh pair. The fabric was slightly crusty and had its own odor that, when mixed with the smell coming from her foot, intensified the situation by a hundred times. I thought that was going to be the worst of it, but then she started to pull a long thick sock on over top of her stockings, now locking me in two layers of sweat causing Hell. Finally came the sneakers which were her favorite pair and several years old. Once locked in the shoe the outside world seemed to disappear completely as the heat and smell quickly intensified. I spent the next few hours getting mindlessly trampled in my extra toasty and extra smelly prison. I could tell by the vibrations in her shoe that she had gotten to the concert. When the music started going she started jumping up and down, crushing me over and over and over. It was a long show and her feet were sweating profusely the entire time. Finally after hours of torture had gone by the concert ended and I could tell she was making her way out. Once outside, her and her friends stopped and sat against the wall as they waited for their ride to come get them. Alexis kicked off her shoes, and I couldn't have been more grateful to feel some fresh air creep through her sock. It wasn't much, but the intense smell died down, even if just a little. "Damn girl!" Her one friend said. "You know no one likes when you take your shoes off!" "I know, I know, but I gotta show you guys the other part of my birthday present." "Wait, you mean your dad did more than score these amazing ass tickets!?" "Oh yea! Actually, I love this gift a thousand times more than going to this concert!" "Wow! So stop with the suspense and tell us already!" "Well remember how my dad refused to get me a tiny cuz he couldn't bear the thought of forcing someone to smell my horrid feet?" "Oh my God, he got you one!?" She peeled her sock off, revealing me trapped inside her nylons. "Oh my God that's so- Wait. Is that your dad!? Holy shit!" "I know right!? He knew that this was all I wanted, so instead of going against his morals he gave himself over to me just so I can be happy! Best. Dad. Ever!" "But let me as you this, what if he actually just caught the shrinking virus?" "What!? No.. I mean.. I don't think.." I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. "No. There's no way. I mean to get it on my birthday and to be waiting for me on my birthday present.. That would be one hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" "Yea, I guess. Still, you never know.." They sat there for a while waiting on their ride, and I was the top of the discussion. When their ride showed up the thick socks slid back over me and then back into the hot prison that was her shoe. I could no longer hear the girls discussion, but I had already heard enough. When she got home she quickly peeled off her shoe, sock, and nylons, and peeled me off her foot. I could see a look of great concern on her face. "Daddy I'm so sorry. I have to ask. Did you get the shrinking virus or do this intentionally? I really hope I didn't just put you through all that if you caught the shrinking virus!" I could see in her eyes she was ready to cry. I knew she wouldn't have ever done that had she known the truth, and now that she was beginning to think about it, I could see it had her extremely bothered. I found myself standing at a crossroads. On one hand, this was my opportunity to show her this was never my intention, but if I did that she would be absolutely devastated knowing what she had just done. On the other hand, there's no cure for the virus yet, so my life is pretty much over anyways. Until they discover a cure I'm not really of any use to anyone. But if I did make this sacrifice for her, at least my tragedy wouldn't be in vain. I could still be useful, and I would always be close to my daughter, I just wished it didn't have to be getting trampled under her foot. I began to worry I was taking too long to answer. "Don't worry kiddo," I finally responded. "I knew how much you wanted this, and well, you know me, I just cant seem to say no to my little, or I guess now giant, girl." I could see the suspicion in her face. "I don't know that I believe you," she said, "you took a little to long to respond.." I could see her thinking for a moment before she set me back down at her feet. She put them in front of me. "If this was really what you wanted, prove it! Being my foot slave means a lot of licking my feet clean. So how about you prove that this is what you want by licking up some of my toe jam." I swallowed hard. I was beginning to think I had bit off a bit more than I could chew. I moved up to her foot, crouched down, and buried my face under her pinky toe, eating all the filth that came into contact with my mouth. I wanted to vomit, wanted to die, but most importantly, wanted to fool her into thinking I was ok with this. I knew if I failed and she found out this wasn't what I wanted she would never forgive herself. "Ooohh, that really does feel as good as everyone says! Ok. I guess I believe you. So you just go ahead and keep on cleaning and I'm going to record a video of it on my phone. This is going to be worth so much! Especially cuz your my dad. These freaks are going to go nuts for that. Just make sure you always make it look like you're in absolute hell. That's what they really want." Well luck for her, that wouldn't be hard to do, and lucky for me it wouldn't be something to give me away now. She read a book and ignored me while recording me cleaning her toes. After about a half an hour to forty-five minutes, I finished with her toes and she stopped recording. She picked me up and took me to her room. She was just about to start getting undressed to get ready for bed, but she stopped and looked at me. I turned my back to give her privacy, but she scooped me back up. She went to her closet and grabbed a boot. She reached her hand inside and pulled out two foul smelling, crusty socks. "I've been working on these for months waiting for the day I had a tiny to put in them." She told me. "I know this is probably way more than you thought you were signing up for, but at the end of the day, what's done is done and there's no going back now. But don't worry. I'm sure you'll be used to the smell and taste of my feet in no time!" She opened one of her socks and dropped me in. They smelled worse than her feet currently did after spending all night at that concert. Then her nasty feet slid an and the sweat started to loosen the crustiness of the sock, releasing a strong toxic smell as it did so. For the next few minutes she was just walking around getting changed and ready for bed. "Sorry dad," she said, "but between my feet and these socks, I just can't handle the smell, so you're going to have to spend the night in my shoe.." As soon as she finished speaking she began sliding me into her shoe. I couldn't believe it. She couldn't stand it at full size being her whole body length away when I was super tiny and trapped snug against the source of the smell. Yet this was where she wanted me knowing my experience would be thousands of times worse than what she was smelling, especially once she trapped me in her shoe.. I was beginning to regret my choice, but now it was too late. Even if I told her this wasn't what I wanted she wouldn't believe me anymore. She would think I'm just playing along to make her happy. I really screwed myself good on this simple misunderstanding...

To be continued..