I'd love a giant step-dad/tiny step-son scenario with Gary as my giant step-dad. A nice POV shot from the floor of a living room setup High framerate preferred I wake up on the floor in the living room. Everything is quiet until my step-dad walks in barefoot. At first he pays no attention, and very nearly steps on me, his foot hovering dangerously close to the camera, only he notices at the last second. "Oh, step-son! There you are!" He says, smiling, "I figured you'd turn up sooner or later." He picks me up and holds me up to his face, and he's still smiling. "I can't believe it actually w...

I'd love a giant step-dad/tiny step-son scenario with Gary as my giant step-dad. A nice POV shot from the floor of a living room setup High framerate preferred I wake up on the floor in the living room. Everything is quiet until my step-dad walks in barefoot. At first he pays no attention, and very nearly steps on me, his foot hovering dangerously close to the camera, only he notices at the last second. "Oh, step-son! There you are!" He says, smiling, "I figured you'd turn up sooner or later." He picks me up and holds me up to his face, and he's still smiling. "I can't believe it actually worked!" [Very lovingly] "Aw, it's okay, step-son, step-daddy's here. You're safe!" He squints and tries to listen for a few moments. "Hang on, step-son, I can barely hear you" He leans his ear in closer

"Oh, you don't know how you got so small? Well, I happened to come across your laptop the other day and I saw you had written a whole bunch of stories about being tiny. Especially about being tiny around your giant step-daddy." He leans in again "Oh, it's okay, step-son, I'm not mad! I actually think it's kinda cute! So I got this shrinking potion on the internet, and I slipped some of it into your breakfast this morning. Now, look at you! So small, like a tiny bug. I hope I didn't make you too tiny, or not tiny enough" He only squints now, getting used to the sound of his tiny step-son shouting "It's the perfect size? Well, then, I'm glad!" He spends some time smiling at me, and petting me with his huge fingers. "So," he says, "I wonder what we should do?

I read so many of your stories about me. I'd love to help you live out some of your fantasies... How about playing with my feet for a while? You seem to really like my feet." He puts me down on the floor again and teases me with his gigantic foot, flexing his feet, hovering them above me, pretending to just barely step on me, etc., all while saying these: "You like that, step-son? Hmm? Step-Daddy likes it too." "Do my feet smell good, step-son? Do they smell yummy?" "You can lick them if you like. Go ahead! Tell me how they taste." "Mmm, yeah, that feels good, step-son." "How about you show my other foot some love." After doing this for a little while, step-daddy decides to move onto something else. He picks me back up, smiling again.

"What next? Hmmm.... I know you like it when I eat you... Of course, I'm not ACTUALLY gonna eat you, step-son... But maybe I can taste you for a bit..." Step-Daddy then licks his lips and begins to lick me all over. As he licks he makes plenty of smacking and licking noises while saying: "Hmm... You actually taste pretty good!" "Mmm... you're like a little tiny piece of candy for step-daddy to enjoy." "Mmmm... Yummy..." After some time, he stops, and says "Well, step-son, did you like being step-daddy's little treat? I know I sure did." He stops for a moment. "You're all covered in spit, maybe we should get you cleaned up..." He then wipes me off with his shirt.

"Oh, that reminds me," he says, "I know you love climbing... How about I have a seat and let you play on my belly." You sit down and relax, and place me on your belly, near your crotch. I'm looking up at you while you smile down at me. "Enjoying the view, step-son? I bet that feels really nice, looking up and seeing your giant step-dad towering over you. Look at you, you're so tiny you could probably fit inside my belly button... Hey, that gives me an idea!" You pick me up and slide your shirt up to reveal your belly button. "Let's test that out..." You get me up close to your belly button while you smile and try your best to fit me in [get as close as you can]. "Well, look at that, step-son," you say, laughing, "looks like you really do fit! Just a tiny boy, stuck in step-daddy's big belly button." "I gotta say I like this a lot," step-daddy says, "I feel so big and powerful, just having my own tiny step-son playing on my body. I can see why you wrote so many stories about me! You must feel so tiny and helpless down there. Helpless. Insignificant. A bug at your giant step-dad's mercy." He has a devilish look on his face. "Speaking of bugs... That could be fun!" You pluck me out of your belly button and pull down your shirt.