Carl quietly thanked whatever deities present for his relatively small stature, if only because it hid his raging boner for him. "Uhm, actually..." he stuttered, trying (and failing) to prevent his gaze from lowering back to the enormous girl's dangerously alluring peds, "I'd, uh, like to know more about you, too?"
The giantess blinks and cranes her neck back, then forwards again, narrowing her eyes. "Ya sure, buggy? Ya didn't seem too keen with me right just then."
"Th-that's just because I thought you were an enemy!"
Her expression soured. "Who’re ya callin’ an 'en-uh-mee', runt?!"
Carl sensed that the situation was quickly going downhill—no thanks to his bumbling—and the last thing he wanted to do was piss off a giant. It could get pretty messy, and it'd probably end with me getting ground to paste under the lovely, earthy soles in front of me, utterly helpless to her whims—Carl quickly slapped some sense into himself. Gah! What am I thinking! Can't let the hormones from her feet make me do something I might regret, no matter how much the loamy stench makes me want to squeeze myself between her toes and never...
Slapping himself again, Carl shoved his free hand into his pocket and took out his phone, this time not waiting because the giant, green farm girl looked like she was getting ready to go through with his scent-induced fantasy. "Wait! I-I-I was just taking on a quest! Here, I can pull up the article on my phone!"
“The heck’s that?” she asked, perplexed. “Are you funnin’ around with me?!”
“No! It’s, uh, human technology! You can use it to look up pretty much anything from anywhere! It’s kind of like a encyclopedia, or something.”
That caught her attention. The green giantess's eyes lit up, her curiosity piqued. "Well, I'll be! Ma n' Pa were always talkin' bout how hew-muns made these fancy gadgets and thingamajigs..." she muttered to herself.
The giantess shifted to a relaxed posture; her legs were bent, her feet lying on their sides and encompassing Carl's view. “You wait there just a sec…”
Looking up and resting her chin on her hand, she took some time to think about whether or not to keep talking to the little guy. He did just try to attack her, AND he accused her of being some kind of villain, even when she was being as gentle as she could. Then again, he did seem kinda skittish and anxious; even if he was a weirdo, he didn't seem like a bad guy, just a bit too eager to jump the gun. Not to mention that it wasn't every day she got to experience new things, especially concerning humans and their technology…
While she was lost in thought, she subconsciously scrunched and fanned out her mighty, tired digits, unknowingly heightening her little acquaintance's lust. This time, Carl couldn’t help but stare into the soft, dirtied soles in front of him, getting lost in the gentle gust of sweaty, sickly sweet musk that blew his way. His eyes intimately traced their massive, shapely form, from the firm, smooth heels, to the damp, wrinkled insteps, to the powerful, pronounced balls, and finally resting at the soft whorls of each individual toe. They were almost…hypnotic…
Carl couldn’t bear it anymore, he HAD to indulge himself, or else he’d go crazy.
Carefully walking up to the giant, sea-green peds, he plants a gentle, open-mouthed kiss on the groove of her big toe’s pad. He stays like that for a moment, giving in to his desires, artificial or otherwise, and enjoying the olfactory bliss.
In an instant, he wrenched himself away from the feet of the giantess, realizing just how bad it might be if she saw him indulging in his perverted needs—she might think he was a sicko, taking advantage of her while she wasn’t paying attention!
Backing away carefully and hesitantly raising his head, he got his answer. The giantess-