Personal Photographer (Part 5) (Patreon)

You’ve been inside the drawer for hours, trying to understand what’s going on and what are Kim’s next steps, the horror of watching Paul being crushed just in front of you couldn’t leave your head, every time you closed your eyes you could see it again, his screams, and the way Kim talked about it afterwards, how she couldn’t see the horror in it, you couldn’t sleep.

From time to time you heard Kim in her room, giggling, laughing every now and then, who knows what she’s doing.

After what felt like forever, the drawer was being opened, a blinding light, you could see Kim’s silhouette in a blur.

“Have you calmed down already?” Her voice boomed.

“I am calmed, Kim, grow me back please, I think we had enough”

“I have over 5,000 subscribers in onlyfans, the video literally exploded, I’ve never felt anything like it, in a day I became filthy rich I don’t even know what to do with all this money”

You couldn’t hear this bullshit anymore, you wished she choked on that blood money, “amazing, I’m very happy for you”, you said in an unconvincing tone.

“The thing is everyone wants more, but no one volunteers, I think what’s-his-name was a rare one”

“Paul.. his name was Paul”

“Yeah right, I guess there aren’t many like him, Hmm” she examined you in a suspicious way.

“Kim, you have no idea how uncomfortable I am here, in this whole situation, I’m super happy for your success and everything but please, let’s just go to the shrinking center ok?”

“Yeah sure, I just need a few more photos for the crowd and then we are done”

“But you said it before the last… photo shooting…”, you sighed.

“It’s nothing serious, just a few licks, kisses, smear your face across my foot for me, let’s make enough photos so I can schedule them for the rest of the month, meanwhile I’ll find a new photographer, I won’t ask you for more”

You sighed again, she sat with you on the ground and you did your best to take a lot of photos, you licked everywhere, between her toes, her heel, there were photos of you shoving your face beneath her toes.

You swallowed a lot of sweat and dirt in the process, it was long tormenting hours but she was finally satisfied.

“Great, the photos are amazing”, she grabbed you and placed you on the desk, “thanks, you will be free soon don’t worry”, she took a shower, dressed up, then just sat and browsed her phone for maybe an hour, you tried to be patient.

The doorbell rang, she went and came back with an IKEA box, she started opening it.

You didn’t understand what it has to do with anything and why aren’t you leaving for the center already.

It was a round glass table, she assembled it quickly, then she placed a camera beneath it, “oh that’s perfect”, she said as she examined her work.

“Ok I want to make a small experiment now”, she brought a grape, she placed it on the glass table, then turned on the camera.

You started realising what’s going on, you panicked.

She raised her foot and smashed the grape, juices splattered all around her foot, she twisted her foot slowly with a smile, then she grabbed her phone and checked the video.

“Oh god, it’s going to be amazing”, she started cleaning her foot and the table, she looked at you with an evil smile while doing it.

“No, Kim, you can’t be serious, this is crazy”, you mumbled and shouted in panic, stepping back, trying to think of a way to escape the desk.

“The thing is, I don’t need a photographer anymore”, she said playfully, “a fan suggested it while you were in the drawer”, her smile widened.

“But you know me, we are a couple, you know my parents, how can you do this to me”, you were terrified, tried to beg her to reconsider.

“A couple? Didn’t you break up with me just a few hours ago?”

You started sweating, “no, I was just angry, please Kim think about it”

She started laughing, “I’m not going to crush you like that grape, I’m just having fun with you, chill out, what a monster do you think I am?”

You were a little relieved, but still scared as hell.

“But I loved how you just begged, I want it recorded, so you mind?”, she bent down on the desk, placing her hands around you and watching you with a smile.

“Re..recorded? Please Kim, just stop”

She picked you up, placed you on the glass table, you were shaking, looking down at the recording camera, the red light terrified you, then you looked forward and saw her legs, looked up and saw her looking at you smiling, you couldn’t control yourself you were shaking in fear and started crying.

She seemed satisfied, it’s probably better for her video, she raised her foot and placed it next to you, you were so terrified you peed in your tiny pants, “p..please Kim! I’ll do anything, I beg you, don’t do this”, you sobbed, looking at her toes pressing over the glass.

She giggled, “do what? I’m not doing anything”, she said playfully, started dragging her foot across the glass making squeaky noises that made you cover your head in fear.

“Please, I’m scared, I’ll stay your photographer ok? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I ever complained, don’t kill me please”

She enjoyed your begs, kept dragging her foot around, sometimes she slammed her foot over the glass making a slap sound, she laughed when you jumped in fear covering your head, you continued to mumble begs while crying and then her foot started raising up above you, you looked up at it, trembling head to toe.

“NO!! DON’T DO IT PLEASE!!!” You fell to your knees in a pleading gesture with your hands, she kept lowering and raising her foot, laughing as you continued screaming in terror, her foot touched your face gently, smearing some dirt on it, then raised again, you stopped begging, you just laid down and cried.

“Ok that’s enough”, she said, lowering her foot to the ground, you opened your eyes and saw she’s just standing there smiling, you were laying inside a pool of your own pee, while shaking you slowly stood up, you looked down, the camera was still recording, you couldn’t believe your most humiliating moments were recorded and going to be published in her onlyfans page, but you were relieved for being alive.

“Can.. can we please.. go now?” You asked in a trembling voice.

“Nah, I feel like the video is missing something, don’t you think?”

“Wh..what? No..” your eyes were wide open, you started panicking again, then you saw her foot being raised from the ground, you started running in the opposite direction, but you slipped on your pee and fell down on your face, you immediately continued crawling.

“Bye bye Matt, you were cute”, she laughed, “my cute little nerd”, she added as her ball of the foot slowly descended on your back, she pressed it a little, squeezing the air out of your lungs, you helplessly squirmed for a few seconds, suffocating as you couldn’t insert any air inside.

*CRACK*

She increased the pressure and your entire body was broken, blood splattered around her foot and on the glass, then she slowly turned to twisting her foot, squashing and ripping what remained of your body to nothing while giggling playfully.

Eventually she pulled her foot up again, and started cleaning it with a moisturised tissue in front of the camera, then dropped it on the glass next to your remains and stopped the recording.

She sat down quietly and examined the video, she edited it a bit on her phone, zooming in when you peed your pants, slow motion when you were crushed, added some captions, “that’s what happens to those who break up with me 💔”, like she even cared about it.

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Kim was good at it, a natural, the video was a great hit, broke all records of views and reactions across the entire platform, Kim was swimming in fans, she enjoyed all of it, the attention, the fact that so many people were drooling over her feet, she even got a few more volunteers.

But she didn’t enjoy the volunteers like she enjoyed crushing innocent victims, and now as she was so rich she could easily purchase mutated shrinking virus.

And she did it, she kidnapped people in creative ways all across the globe and brought them to her “crushing studio”, whether it’s from a date, when she seized a chance at the street, even kidnapping lost kids in the neighborhood, she had absolutely no red lines.

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I actually wrote about her a few months ago 😉

https://www.deviantart.com/gbt222/art/The-Cookie-The-Best-Giantess-Story-Ever-Written-917734984

In case you haven’t noticed, “Personal Photographer” was her origin story. 🫢