Iggy’s Gigantic Game By Fxatencio

THOOM. THOOM. THOOM.

The green behemoth giggled as he felt skyscrapers crumble beneath his thick, meaty feet. Marvels of engineering, the painstaking culmination of decades of design, planning and labor, were reduced to rubble in mere seconds. The towering triumphs of human ingenuity now only added to the dirt between the dinosaur’s musky toes. Iggy Zee scrunched his digits together with glee, reveling in the deafening sound of steel, glass and concrete crunching up into hideous hunks of debris. The dinosaur’s square, pink-rimmed glasses were fogged with steamy, heavy breath emerging from his flared nostrils. He reached one clawed hand down to grasp his chubby uncut cock, which was already dripping pre onto the avenues packed with civilians, cars and buses trying desperately to escape the wrath of the playful god. Just a few drops of his heady seed were enough to create tsunamis in the streets, wiping away hundreds of vehicles and buildings in the deluge. The subway stations flooded with cum and Iggy’s colossal paws continued to leave canyon-sized prints where a thriving metropolis once was. The god happily stomped his way through civilization, destroying everything in his path with an adorable smile on his round scaly face. His soft, husky moans were like the roars of a titan, powerful enough to bring buildings to collapse even before they were pancaked by his massive stompers. Iggy delighted in the deific power he had over these mites, whose desperation and terror would have been invisible if not for his big glasses. Thanks to his specs, he could see the looks on their puny faces just before they were squashed or washed away by his pre.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum!” Iggy taunted, his tremendous belly shaking with laughter. “Your dinky little city is now my plaything! If some of you bugs surrender right now, maybe I’ll make you my pets. You’d look awfully cute living in my toe jam, or belly button lint! Hahahahaha!”

Much to Iggy’s surprise, the terrified tinies did not take him up on his generous offer. They ran, but he didn’t mind. It was fun to chase them down and squash them. After all, there was no way that they could escape his massive feet anyway. The last thing thousands of helpless souls would ever see was that sea of scaly green blocking out the sun and dramatically falling on them. The last thing they would ever smell was the sweaty musk of his hot paws, exacerbated by the excitement he felt as he lorded his giant godhood over the puny people.

“Bow down to your new god, IGGY-ZILLA!” He shouted, giving a toothy grin of pride as a simple swipe of his toes wiped out entire city blocks. M

He delighted in the feeling of rows of homes and businesses being instantly pulverized, seeing towering skyscrapers collapse under the deluge of his hot, salty pre. Iggy was a god, proud to show off his many endowments — his feet, his belly, his cock — to the helpless citizens trembling beneath him. As one hand pumped his cock, the other scooped up buses and elevated train cars, lifted them to his gaping maw and squeezed them like a can of spray cheese, sending their human contents tumbling screaming down his throat. The hundreds of teeny morsels could feel his hot musky breath, reeking of pizza, soda pop and barbecue chips, and see his cute little razor-sharp fangs. Luckily, those fangs would pose no threat to them. Iggy preferred to swallow his prey whole, and once they landed with a splat on his thick, moist, humid tongue, he flicked them back into the abyss that was his throat.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” He said. “You tinies are DELICIOUS! I don’t know whether you make better toys, or snacks! I oughta bag you up like chips so I can munch on you while I game! At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about getting dust on my controller. Hehehehehehe…”

Even as he was lolling tinies around in his hot, dripping maw, savoring their flavor as he crushed their civilization under his sweaty feet, his voice was as chill as could be. It had a breathy, relaxed, slightly teasing quality. He never raised his voice, but at his current size, even his husky drawl was enough to blow out windows and the eardrums of anyone nearby — anyone who hadn’t been crushed, anyway.

“Mmmmmm, that really hit the spot!” Iggy said, patting his belly and licking his lips so that the last humans clinging to life on his snout were caught and forced into his maw. “I’m stuffed. I oughta sit down and relax. Hey, check it out! City Hall! Hope you don’t mind if I hang out here… But even if you DO mind, it’s not like there’s anything you cute little things can do about it, hehe.”

Iggy shook his prodigious bare rump and plopped it down right on the grand, historic City Hall building. The city government, the last line of defense against this titanic terror, was instantly decimated beneath a thick, juicy dinosaur butt. The tremendous impact of his stacked rear sent seismic shockwaves reverberating throughout downtown, demolishing what few buildings withstood Iggy’s initial rampage. To add insult to injury, Iggy decided to make himself comfortable on his new seat, grinding the remains of the center of the city under his sweaty ass until nothing was left. As he shook his stuff, he grinned and absentmindedly hummed a tune from one of his favorite video games.

“Ugh, this is pretty uncomfortable!” Iggy complained. “If you bugs knew I was coming, the LEAST you could’ve done is, like, make a giant cushion for me to sit on! I mean, it’s not every day you get to enjoy a visit from a giant god like me! Meh, it’s no big deal. It’s so awesome getting to crush your wimpy buildings under my butt!”

He laughed and lifted his ass cheeks in order to admire the vast butt-print he made, resembling the craters left by two devastating meteors.

“Yo, that’s so cool!” He said with a giggle. “All you tinies better kneel to Iggy-Zilla’s godly butt!”

Iggy was experiencing the ultimate power trip. Adrenaline was coursing through his

cold-blooded dino veins. Every sensation was heightened, from the pebbly chunks of debris caught like sand between his toes to the throbbing of his pent-up cock. Iggy blushed. He was so horny, but he was a bit nervous when it came to indulging himself in front of such a large crowd. But they were tinies, he thought to himself. It didn’t really matter what they thought, as long as they were worshiping his hugeness like good little bugs. He clutched his rock-hard member and started to jerk off. Lost in pleasure, he shamelessly slumped backwards, destroying even more of the city under his back. As the dust rose around him, he rolled around like he was on his bed, stroking himself and his ego as his lust destroyed the city. His breathing grew heavier and shallower. His glasses were totally fogged. He was about to climax.

“Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaaawwwwwwwrrrrrrgggghhhhh~”

Iggy blushed and smirked as his sweaty, scaly nut sack emptied its contents all over the ruins of the city. The suffocating ropes of steaming cream buried everything in sight under a sticky mess of dino love. Only the tops of skyscrapers could be seen under the flood…

That was where Erin lost it. He slumped over his desk as his right hand clutched the computer mouse and his left hand rubbed himself out. He panted, feeling shivers down his spine and a rush of euphoria enter his brain. That fleeting feeling of immense, heavenly pleasure. That’s why Erin did what he did, why he spent so much of his free time writing smutty stories about Iggy Zee and his macro rampages. Iggy Zee was his original character (DO NOT STEAL), his proudest creation and his online namesake. He had cultivated a small, close-knit community of friends who shared his love for his giant god of a dinosaur, collectively worshiping him through fan art, stories and erotic online chats.

The feeling of orgasmic pleasure quickly faded away, leaving the twin sensations of a cold, wet spot in Erin’s pants and the familiar overwhelming sleepiness brought on by sexual release. Erin sighed and tried to recollect himself, blearily staring at the Word document on his computer.
Moments ago, he was seized by creativity, pounding out an ode to Iggy’s gargantuan glory and imagining himself beneath the playful beast’s paws and cock. His excitement had gotten the best of him, and now he was too tired to write. It was the ultimate form of writers’ block.

“I got a lot done today,” the 36-year-old said to himself, running his fingers through his blond hair. “This story is gonna be the best one yet.”

The walls of Erin’s apartment were covered with drawings of Iggy — portraits of his cute, blushing face, details of his anatomy or images of him crushing cities under his feet, dick and gut. The drawings competed for space with posters of Erin’s favorite video games. In fact, Erin decided to unwind from his dizzying writing session by playing some Legend of Zelda, his favorite game series of all time. He fired up Breath of the Wild, a game which he had played over and over but never got old to him. As he fought Dark Beast Ganon, the enormous final

boss, he imagined Iggy Zee in Ganon’s place, and himself in Link’s. What he wouldn’t give to have the all-powerful Iggy towering over him like that, even if only in a video game. Of course, Erin wouldn’t dream of fighting him. He would immediately bow down and give himself to the colossal dino, offering himself to be his tiny pet forever. An eternity spent under Iggy’s musky paws or trapped under his sweating foreskin, or serving as his microscopic sex toy, would be heavenly.

As Erin played, he found his mind wandering, not only to Iggy, but to the mysterious game that he ordered online recently. During his time in macro furry chat rooms, he found himself talking to an anonymous seller of bootleg and unreleased video games. The seller claimed to have an extremely rare beta copy of a never-released kaiju-themed JRPG, with “unprecedented graphics quality and immersion.” Needless to say, this was right up Erin’s alley, and he promptly paid top dollar to have the game shipped from Japan. Hopefully the seller was telling the truth, or else Erin would only be able to be at the mercy of cute giant creatures in his imagination.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Erin wasn’t happy that he had to pause his game, but when he saw what was at the door, he was over the moon.

“Package for a Mr. Erin?” The delivery driver said.

Beaming, Erin signed in a flash, hurriedly took the package inside, and tore it open. Inside was a thumb drive labeled KAIJU GAME PROTOTYPE. Erin was so excited that he didn’t even think of the possibility of the drive containing a virus. He just stuck it in his computer and opened the file, trembling with anticipation. When the game booted up, Erin’s jaw dropped. The graphics and sound were shockingly lifelike. The setting was a dense open-world city like New York or Tokyo, rendered with the most painstaking detail. How could a thumb drive possibly hold a

game this powerful? Iggy was confused, but he was too eager to play the game to think about it too much.

Things quickly got weirder. The game’s protagonist, a sword-wielding, Link-esque fantasy hero, was the spitting image of Erin. Not only that, but his name WAS Erin! It was like looking into a mirror.

“Probably just a coincidence!” Erin said nervously.

Erin tried to find a rational explanation for this game, but he was getting seriously creeped out now. Nevertheless, the game sucked him in with ease. The controls were remarkably smooth and responsive. Everything felt as natural as if Erin was actually doing the things he made his character do. At first, Iggy was just exploring the massive world, but a shadow quickly fell over everything. With startling speed, the game switched into a quick-time event. Even Erin’s trained gamer reflexes had a hard time dodging the… the massive green foot that stomped out the surrounding buildings. Jolly, impish laughter poured out of Erin’s computer speakers. It was exactly what he imagined Iggy’s laughter to sound like. Just hearing it made a bulge grow in his cum-stained pants. Not to mention the sight of that scaly sole, rendered in unbelievably detail to the point that he could practically smell its sweaty scent. Seriously, it felt like the intoxicatingly cheesy aroma of unwashed dino feet was pervading his bedroom, making him sweat and shuffle in his seat with arousal. A notice appeared on the screen, and the music swelled.

FINAL BOSS: IGGY-ZILLA!

“Final boss?” Erin thought to himself, still overwhelmed by the sensory delights of the giant and his feet. “But the game just started!”

Erin’s hands were so sweaty that he could barely keep hold of the controller.

“This city doesn’t belong to you, you big brute!” Erin’s character said.

Erin froze. The voice acting sounded identical to his real voice.

The battle was impossible. Iggy’s paws were so large that Erin’s character couldn’t even see above the dino’s pinky toe. That smirking face, wearing those unmistakable pink glasses, was visible high in the sky, clearly enjoying destroying this virtual world. Erin unleashed all of his attacks but it barely made a dent in Iggy’s health meter, which was so large that it didn’t even entirely fit on the screen. He was thrown into this chaotic battle, the city crumbling around him, without even knowing how the gameplay worked.

“A tutorial would’ve been nice!” Erin said aloud.

“This IS the tutorial!” Iggy sniggered. “This will teach you who your TRUE master is, hehehehe… You’ll make a fine pet to live between my toes!”

Erin’s dick shot into the sky after hearing that line, but not even that distracted him from how bizarre this all was. How could the game hear and respond to what he was saying? What was Iggy doing in this game in the first place? Why was everything — the sights, the smells, the sounds, the feeling of the earth shaking under Iggy’s stomps — coming into the real world? He didn’t know whether to scream and run or jerk himself off — and that was an incredibly exciting feeling. His curiosity kept him glued to the controller. Iggy, despite his mammoth size, was too fast for his bug-sized character to stand a chance.

“Say hi to my soles, tiny!”

The screen was filled with the alluring sight of Iggy’s chunky green foot. With nowhere to dodge, Erin braced himself as the paw came down.

BAM!

His character's health was wiped out in a single hit. The virtual force of the paw’s impact felt so real that Iggy tumbled to the ground with his gamer chair. Erin felt surrounded by sweltering heat, intolerable pressure and a thick funky smell, almost like he really was smushed beneath a soft, fleshy foot. He could even feel the scales brushing up against him, covering him in salty, musky sweat. He struggled to breathe. His cheeks felt like they were getting wiped into the hard, dirty ball of a dinosaur’s foot. The playfully thunderous voice of Iggy could be heard, making the room shake.

“GAME OVER!”

The room continued to shake violently. Darkness was falling all around Erin. He was in pitch blackness, smothered by an invisible foot whose oppressive weight felt all too real. He felt like he was an astronaut getting launched into space, squeezed in a tight capsule that was under intense G-forces. Every labored breath he took was infused with the musk that he had spent so many nights dreaming about, but was more intense than his wildest fantasies ever could have anticipated. Iggy’s roaring laughter was all that he could hear. He felt like he was floating, trapped in a void of heat and stink. Then, a single speck of white light appeared. The light shot out into a million directions, and haunting darkness was replaced by blinding light. Erin felt like

his head was exploding as his body was bathed in a warm glow. Was this Heaven? Had he been crushed to death by Iggy, or was the game so realistic that his body had convinced itself that it was real? How ironic. His desire for Iggy had become his downfall!

Suddenly, Erin’s sore eyes started to adjust. He was looking up at a beige-colored sky that was far beyond his reach. The sky was occasionally cut by a fast-moving shadow that sliced through the air like a scythe, creating a constant eclipse. The air was muggy and musty, like a tropical rainforest.

“Wh-where am I?” Erin thought to himself. “Huh?”

Looking down, he discovered that he was now dressed exactly like his character in the game. He staggered to his feet and, looking around in a dazed panic, discovered that he was once again in the downtown of a sprawling city, but unlike the city in the game, this one seemed devoid of life. All of the cars stayed in place. All of the people stood perfectly still, like mannequins. Even the tallest buildings were helplessly dwarfed by the sky above, and a monumental cliff that rose in the distance at a 90-degree angle. There seemed to be no way out. What kind of god would create such a hopeless environment?

THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!

Another earthquake sent shockwaves through the city — and nobody reacted but Erin, who collapsed to the ground and braced himself. The unmistakable sound of Iggy giggling — and the unmistakable smell of his sweaty body — assaulted Erin’s senses. He was dressed like a hero, but he was helpless. Looking up, he could see the humongous dino wearing cargo shorts and a green-and-gold Triforce t-shirt (you know the type) with sweat stains at the underarms.

“Ahhhhhh, it feels so good to be home!” He boomed with a smile. “It was hot as balls out there today. Now I can finally go au naturale, just like my prehistoric ancestors!”

The colossal t-shirt fell onto the city, shrouding much of it in darkness and sending the raunchy musk of dinosaur armpit wafting throughout. It was followed by the shorts, then Iggy’s white briefs. Of course, those had a male odor even more intense than the shirt, an odor that made Erin’s bulge strain against his hero armor. Of course, such armor would be powerless when faced with Iggy’s paw.

BOOM! BOOM!

Iggy’s well-worn sneakers were carelessly thrown into the city, leaving a path of stench and destruction in their wake. They were followed by his thick, wooly white socks, which fell onto the city with a mighty thud and spread their cheesy scent far and wide. Forget the casual display of epic power represented by Iggy’s sweaty clothes: The smell alone was causing the so-called “hero” to break. Erin had forgotten his in-game objective and even his trans-dimensional predicament. All he could think about was that tempting, lustful aroma that made him eager to submit to his giant god. Looking up now, Iggy was completely naked and rock-hard, sneering with excitement as he looked down on the tiny city.

“Bow down to your god, runts!” He said with a silly grin. “And good luck, puny hero! I can’t wait to watch your adorably pathetic attempt to stomp me.”

The feet, fresh out of Iggy’s socks and therefore ultra dirty and sweaty, began to thunder down. Knowing that fighting the colossus was impossible, Erin braced himself for the destruction that

was to follow. He was expecting to hear shattering glass, breaking beams and crushing concrete. Instead, he heard the crumpling of cardboard boxes, the cracking up of metal matchbox cars and the snapping of miniature figurines. It was a toy city. It, and by extension Erin, was just a plaything for Iggy to live out his fantasy of destroying a city under his size and stink.

“Look out for Iggy-Zilla, bugs!” The dino hollered. “Hope you don’t mind the smell of scaly feet!”

Iggy looked oddly adorable up there, stomping around beneath the… wait. That wasn’t a sky. That was a ceiling. That scythe that cut through was a ceiling fan, though the fan did little to cool the musky heat emanating from Iggy’s old clothes and sweaty body. The cliff that blocked Erin’s escape was a bed. This alternate dimension was Iggy’s bedroom, and Erin was little more than a bug that had been roped into the dino’s kinky game.

“Are you still down there, ‘hero?’” Iggy taunted. “Or did I squash you already, hehe! Even I gotta admit, my feet reek. The smell of my socks was probably enough to knock you out, right? Just surrender and maybe I’ll keep you as my pet!”

It was certainly a tempting offer. As the toy city was busted up all around him, turning into a mess of crushed cardboard and plastic, what was a game to Iggy was very real to the tiny human struggling to survive this gigantic new world. Erin blushed and moaned as he was treated to the teasing sight — and smell — of Iggy’s enormous cock and paws. As those paws stamped Lego people into the carpet, Erin realized that he was now the same height as those plastic figures. And unlike them, he could feel and smell everything that was happening. At last, Iggy reached Erin, and lifted his paw above him. He wiggled his toes playfully, revealing the dirt and gunk between them.

“Last chance, hero bug!”

Erin fell to his knees and bowed before the giant and his smelly foot.

“Look, I don’t understand what I’m doing here,” he said. “I created you! You’re my character! I don’t want to fight you, please don’t squash me!”

Iggy just chuckled and pulled up his gamer chair, sitting down in it and letting his feet rest ominously on either side of Erin. The chubby dinosaur looked like a giant god on a throne, his towering soles exuding heat and stink and leaving Erin with no place to escape.

“Yeah, that’s how things worked in YOUR dimension,” Iggy said. “But in this one? You’re just another bug. And when it comes to bugs, there’s two options. Either you become my pet, or I squash you, hehehehehe!”

“What do you mean ‘dimension?’” Erin asked.

“That game wasn’t just a game. It was a portal to another dimension — this one! I programmed it and brought it to your world, because I knew you couldn’t resist being my pet!”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“That’s what I do! I bring people’s macro fantasies to life. Cute lil’ weirdos like you message me online, throwing money at me so I’ll shrink ‘em down and make ‘em mine! They actually LIKE worshiping my dirty smelly feet, junk and belly. I mean, I don’t BLAME ‘em, but still… But in your

case, I’ll do it free of charge. No need to thank me! I love being treated like the god I am… Oh, C’MON, don’t act like you don’t love it! We both know you wanna be my pet. I can see that cute little bulge in your adorable hero armor…”

Erin’s face turned red. Iggy was right. This was his fantasy come true. He threw his sword to the side and prostrated himself before the feet of his god.

“Yes, you’re right!” He cried. “I want nothing more than to be your tiny property. To spend my whole life under your beautiful body and worship your paws and dick!”

“Good bug,” Iggy said with a smirk. “You may have created me, but I’M your god now.”

That’s when Erin realized what he had just said. He had signed his entire life away to a cute sweaty nerdy dinosaur. He was now a tiny slave and nothing more. There was no turning back. He would never be able to return to his home dimension. But if his new life was to be spent as Iggy’s puny plaything, maybe he didn’t want to go back.

The grinning dinosaur stretched his toes with excitement, revealing the thick strands of sweat and thick clusters of cheese that lurked between them. He reached down with those same toes and grabbed Erin’s tiny body between the first and second ones. Erin’s hero armor did little to protect him against the punishing grip of the plump, ripe-smelling digits. Giddy with glee, Iggy scrunched his toes together, leaving Erin wedged between them with no hope of escape — not that he wanted to leave the warm, clammy embrace of the thick sweaty things. He immediately got to work worshiping his giant god, passionately kissing the huge toes as they forced their way into his face and body. He eagerly reciprocated their affection, throwing his arms around them

and shoving his face into the filthy underside of those stinky dino toenails so that he could eat out all the salty gunk.

“See?” Iggy teased, playing with his cock as he watched Erin make love to his toes. “I KNEW you love my big, sweaty feet. Weirdo… HEHEHE! Oh, I can’t lie, I love watching a cute little guy go to town on my feet after a long day. Mmmmmmm, good boy… Yeah, give ‘em nice big kisses. I know you wanna, hehe…”

“Mmmmm… MMMMMMffffff…”

Erin was lewdly macking on Iggy’s musky toes and sucking all of the dirt from their scales. He eagerly collected all that vinegary foot sweat with his tongue, replacing it with his saliva. He savored the intense burning flavor of Iggy’s feet, worshiping them with all his might. Sandwiched in those soft, squishy, meaty toes, he was in heaven. He wanted to devour as much of the dino’s cheesy toe jam as he could, before drowning in the paw grime that his puny body couldn’t clean. Iggy’s whole body was dripping with lusty sweat as he pleasured himself to the sight of his creator serving his feet.

“You’re so cute down there!” Iggy said. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna have to keep you down there forever!”

“Mmmmmmm… Please do,” Erin replied as he continued to rub his body against those luscious, chunky green toes. “…Master.”

Being called that made Iggy’s dick shoot out some fresh spurts of pre, making the humid room even muskier than it already was. Everything was redolent with the smell of the adorable godly dino’s body and sex, completely overwhelming his diminutive devotee.

“Good tiny,” Iggy growled seductively. “I am fulfilling your every fantasy, aren’t I? My feet are yours to serve. Don’t be shy. Once you’re done with them, you still have the rest of my body to explore.”

Erin shuddered with excitement when he heard the promise of getting to serve every part of his god’s beefy body. He could see Iggy blushing with a flustered, smirking look as he pumped his girthy uncut chode, his clawed sausage fingers becoming slick with warm fresh pre. The human would give anything to pleasure the cock, which was as thick, chubby and musky as the dino it was attached to. Creator and creation were intimately intertwined, fueling each other’s desires and bringing each other to the heights of bliss. Erin grinded his own member against Iggy’s swampy toe gap and let it consume his body, completely giving himself into the lowest, filthiest part of the dino. Erin was delighted at the chance to revel in his god’s foot filth, smelling and tasting every pungent sensation that the reptilian paw funk had to offer. He locked his lips on a toe while fervently humping the base of it. He had become a loyal, loving paw slave, and neither he nor Iggy could have been happier about the arrangement.

“VERY good boy…” Iggy huffed, steam pouring out of his nostrils and pre pouring out of the tip of his cock. “You look so cute, all small and helpless down there. I know that’s what all you tiny cuties want. To be pathetically puny beneath my POWER… So how about I make your dreams come true and make you even smaller?”

Iggy grinned and snapped his fingers. Before Erin could react, he could feel his shrinking arms become unable to reach around the girth of the dino’s mighty toe. He slid down beneath the digit, which towered over him like a monolith along with the others. The smaller he got, the more intense the odor became. Specks of sock lint became the size of bean bag chairs, the perfect objects for Erin to cuddle up in since they were soft, warm and redolent with his master’s scent. Soon, however, these bits of lint and crumbs of foot dirt would become gigantic, and Erin himself would look like just another speck of dust on the titanic foot. Erin was the size of an ant now, hopelessly crawling on the vast barren landscape that was the foot. He was suffocated by the humid air, scorched by the baking scaly flesh. Iggy was becoming his whole world. There was nothing beyond his gargantuan dino god. He sank into a mire of steamy toe jam that threatened to swallow him whole. He was becoming so small that he was on the verge of disappearing, in danger of being washed away by a drop of foot sweat or crushed by a careless motion of the dino’s monumental toes. He felt himself shrinking into oblivion, his entire existence being the hot, horny body of his reptilian god.

“Uh, tiny?” Iggy said, adjusting his glasses. “Where’d you go? I don’t SEEEEEEEEE you!”

Iggy picked up his foot and brought it to his face for closer inspection. Erin’s heart stopped as he saw a colossal eye, resembling a planet behind a pink rectangular frame, take up the entire horizon. He could feel the warm gusts of air from Iggy’s nose.

“You still there, lil’ dude?” Iggy asked in his gentle but deafening voice.

As he looked for Erin, he took an involuntary whiff of his own feet, then pinched his nose.

“Yuck! They reek, man! Seriously, sometimes I dunno why you lil’ dudes love the smell of my feet so much. Like, they’re FEET. They’re gonna get all sweaty, man! But then again, I am basically a god, hehehehe… Yeah, you BETTER love that foot stink, tiny, hahaha! Wherever you are…”

Erin was panicking as he struggled to keep above the waves of foot sweat and toe crud, which were about to do him in.

“I’M DOWN HERE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “I’M TOO SMALL! PLEASE DON’T SHRINK ME ANYMORE! HEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPP!”

Much to Erin’s relief, a look of clarity came on Iggy’s soft, round features.

“Oh, crap! I must’ve shrunk you too small, man! Sorry about that. Lemme fix it.”

In a casual flex of his godlike power, Iggy snapped his fingers and brought Erin back from the brink of germhood. Erin was still very small, about the size of a RISK miniature soldier, but not as small as he was before. He held onto Iggy’s toe for dear life, kissing it and profusely thanking his master for saving his life. Iggy just giggled.

“Don’t mention it, little guy! Now keep up the worship, it feels real nice!”

Iggy’s toe was sweating prodigiously from all the excitement, and Erin lost his grip and fell to the floor. From this new perspective, he could look up and see his giant god in full glory, his cock pointed toward the sky and throbbing at the sight of this minute human cowering before his

enormity. Iggy’s belly shook as he laughed at the precious little human’s predicament — and the fact that he was just as hard as the dino.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” Iggy complained. “Now get back on my foot where you belong!”

Iggy lifted his foot and let Erin bask in its powerful size and scent. The dinosaur felt like a total god, looming over both Erin and his toy city, which the tiny human seemed right at home in. To Erin, this was the most incredible day of his life. To Iggy, it was a big, naughty game. The dino let a few drops of steamy sweat fall on the desperate mite, who knelt reverently beneath the voluptuous foot. Iggy sneered, chuckled and lowered his fleshy sole.

“Heh heh, gonna squash ya!”

THOOM!

With the heavy thud, all of Erin’s senses were taken away from him in an instant. His body was enmeshed in the sole, sinking in as the scales surrounded him. He had a face full of sweat and stink, and he started licking it up without hesitation. The tiny tongue felt heavenly — and ticklish
— on Iggy’s sole.

“That’s a good tiny, hehehehehe!”

Iggy rolled his heavy sole over Erin’s body, kneading him beneath the ball of his foot. Every nook and cranny was like a soft sweaty pillow, one that Erin was eager to rest his little head upon. At this point, he was no longer a person, just a teeny toy whose sole purpose (pun intended) was to pleasure his original character’s hot, tired, rank feet, among other places. And

he didn’t mind that at all. The sensation of Erin’s face being smushed into the most sensitive, aching parts of Iggy’s foot made the dinosaur uncontrollably horny. At this point, mere foot worship wasn’t enough for him. He lifted up his sole, peeled Iggy off of the ample flesh and peered at the squirming, delirious sweat-drenched tiny.

“You’re like the size of my sock lint, man!” Iggy teased. “And you LIKE it! That’s so crazy! Though I like it too, not gonna lie.”

At that moment, Iggy got a text on his phone. Once he checked it, his goofy smile got even wider.

“Yo, SICK!” Iggy said. “An all-night gaming sesh with my buddies. We haven’t had one of those in forever. But I get pretty antsy when I game, and I don’t wanna squash you. Hmm, where should I put you?…”

A lightbulb went off in Iggy’s head.

“Heh, I know just where you’ll be safe, warm and cozy.”

He smirked and brought Iggy to his towering cock. Just the sight of the thick scaly shaft, not to mention the heat and scent radiating from that godly, manly pillar, made Erin blush and his own member quiver with desire.

“Yeah, it kinda smells, little guy,” Iggy said. “Sorry about that. But y’know, I’m a dude, so I can’t do nothing about it. Just my natural manly smell. Been that way since prehistoric times.”

“Don’t apologize, my giant god,” Erin said, his voice trembling as he drooled over the cock. “It smells AMAZING…”

Iggy chuckled.

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you tinies love the smell of a sweaty dino dude. Especially THIS sweaty dino dude!”

Iggy flashed his fangs, adoring all of the love he and his beefy body received from tinies like Erin. Erin staggered. He was completely in love with this adorkable giant — but after all, he did create him to be that way.

“Now lemme show you where you’re going!”

Iggy peeled back his foreskin. A visible fog of pure, steamy cock musk rose from the unwashed gap, which positively reeked of Iggy’s “natural manly smell.” The dark, dank cave of sweat, dirt and cum, dried or otherwise, was searing in its masculinity. It was so warm and inviting that Erin climbed in without hesitation to luxuriate in his god’s most male attributes.

“Hehe, good tiny! Wish me luck while I game!”

Iggy let go of his foreskin and it snapped back onto his cock, pinning Erin between it and the twitchy, bulbous, dripping head of the dino’s pent-up cock. Iggy had been edging himself for hours while play-rampaging through his toy city and messing with Erin between his paws. Now, even Erin’s slightest movements under the oppressive firmament of his foreskin made Iggy shudder and moan with excitement. Even as he sat down, put on his headset and logged into

his favorite game with his friends, the butt-naked dinosaur could hardly concentrate because of how much pleasure Erin was giving him. Despite being pinned down hard against the slick cock-head, Erin was doing his best to kiss, lick, sniff and worship his god’s stiffening manhood.
He was doing an incredible job, and as Iggy played his game, his friends wondered why he was making so many moaning and gasping sounds.

Of course, Iggy’s favorite game was an RPG where the player took control of a giant kaiju rampaging through a tiny city. The goal was to cause as much destruction as possible, destroying civilization and making the survivors rebuild with you as their god. You could even customize your character, and Iggy made his look exactly like him. He even modded the game in order to give his avatar his pink square glasses. Playing such a game already made Iggy hot and bothered, but when a real live tiny was smothered by his foreskin and pleasuring the sensitive tip of his cock at the same time, the dino was an absolute wreck. Giving into temptation, he gripped his cock and started jerking off while on the headset with his friends. His thumb was placed squarely on his foreskin, pressing Erin’s infinitesimal body deep into his squishy meat and rubbing him up and down. Both giant and tiny were overcome by intimacy.
Nothing mattered outside of their base urges to pleasure themselves and each other. Erin was finally living out his fantasy to serve Iggy’s colossal cock, and the dino couldn’t be happier to make his creator’s dream come true.

“Uh, guys?” Iggy said to his friends. “I gotta log off now. G’nite bros!”

Iggy threw off the headset, turned off the game and expended all of his energy into beating his meat. Erin, meanwhile, devoted his entire self to helping his giant god climax, even as he was drowning in gloopy globs of hardening precum that made his environment even more humid,

sticky and musky. It was now impossible to escape, and he didn’t care. After a few more hard, fast pumps, Iggy was at his breaking point. He couldn’t take any more edging.

“RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRR~”

Hearing that roargasm made Erin swoon. It was so adorable, sweet and relaxed but also primally masculine, exactly how he imagined his OC to be. He didn’t have much time to enjoy it though, because his cozy spot was soon flooded with hot gooey dino-sauce. It got everywhere, inundating him until he was dripping in cream from Iggy’s cum-rocket. The dino yanked him out of his foreskin and dragged him up and down his shaft so that he could collect as much of the cum as possible with his body and mouth. The taste was sweet and spicy, and it shot out and flowed down Iggy’s meat like lava pouring down the slopes of a volcano. To Erin, it was just as powerful of a force — especially as he could feel himself shrinking again, lost in the sea of cum and to the heart-pounding convulsions of his own climax.

“I love you, Iggy-Zilla, my giant god!”

That was the last thing Iggy heard before Erin disappeared in the tsunami of cum.

“I love you too, little guy,” he sighed, his heart beating rapidly as the afterglow tingled throughout his body. “You still there? Oops, guess I shrunk you again!”

Iggy snapped his fingers and once again brought Erin back from oblivion. It was another reminder of how the godly dino could, with total relaxed ease, completely control his existence. Erin thanked his lucky stars that Iggy was a friendly — albeit naughty — giant. He was still extremely small, but still visible thanks to Iggy’s powerful glasses.

“Heh, you almost got washed away there,” Iggy said, picking up his cum-covered toy for closer inspection. “It’s getting late, we both oughta catch some zs. Luckily I know a great place for you to spend the night!”

Iggy tucked Erin into his giant innie belly button, which was also sticky with dried cum and filled with a strong musky odor. To Erin, it was comforting. It smelled like home. At his puny size, the belly button was like a warm cozy nook to curl up in, with a fuzzy piece of lint to serve as a pillow. Tired after the day’s excitement, Erin zonked out almost immediately, but not before kissing and cuddling Iggy’s big sexy belly.

“Good night my giant god,” he cooed.

“Hehe, good night!” Iggy said. “I can’t wait for all the fun we’re gonna have tomorrow!”

THE END