Little Tim
By Underfootmatt
Tim's amazon wife slowly breaks him. Foot worship, smothering, trampling, spanking, humiliation


Chapter 1

"AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. AM I CLEAR???"

Tim stood dejectedly in front of his boss' desk. At only 5'6, and about 140
pounds, he was dwarfed by everything in the office, including his boss.
Rebecca was around 5'11 and weighed over 300 pounds;her long dark brown hair
fell past her shoulders. All the furniture was made to accommodate a larger
person; the desk came up past his hip.

"Yes ... "

"Yes, MA'AM."

"Yes ma'am."

"When you come in tomorrow, you had better be a lot more respectful to the
women around here."

Rebecca heaved herself out of her chair and moved to stand in front of Tim.
Her high heeled boots clicked and boomed as she came around the desk. Glaring
down at him she said, "Get out."

Time spun on the spot and fled the office. Why do I let her do that to me? I
didn't even do anything wrong, he thought as he hurried over to his office.
All I did was tell my own secretary that I wasn't happy with her work lately.
He quickly slung his coat over his shoulder and left the office.

He pulled into his driveway, and parked the car. Tim wasn't particularly proud
with how he ran out of Rebecca's office earlier; as a matter of fact, he was
humiliated by how she ran roughshod over him. "Sure hope no one at the office
hears about this". Fat chance, he thought.

No sooner was he through the door than Allison's voice rung out: "Tim, you
home?"

"Yeah hon, I'm here."

He walked into the living room, and stopped to take in the giant woman that
was sitting ion the couch. Allison measured 6'5, and a whopping 450 pounds.
Curly black hair, ruby red lips, she was everything he ever wanted. Sitting
there in her mini-skirt, her long, thick, creamy white legs were stretched out
in front of her. Funny, Tim thought to himself, how large women seemed to be
everywhere in his life.

"How was your day Tim?"

"Oh Rebecca yelled at me again; all I did was tell my secretary that she was
doing a poor job. I'm supposed to, that's my job. I guess she ran to Rebecca
and complained."

"Oh, you're overacting; I've met Rebecca lots of times."

Tim couldn't believe it. "No I'm not-"

An immediate thundercloud passed over Allison's face. In a flash she had
crossed the distance to Tim and nearly tore his head off with a powerdul
smack. "DON'T YOU TALK BACK TO ME. Rebecca called and told me how you were
screaming at the poor secretary. You got what you deserved."

All he could do was rub his cheek and stammer, "I-I'm sorry hon."

Allison stomped right past him in her huge bare feet. "Good. And you'd better
ask for that raise tomorrow; and I don't care if Rebecca's mad at you. You
walk in there and ask for a raise." She disappeared up the staircase, leaving
Tim to stand there, wondering what to do.