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RATES
ONE GIRL RATES
$1.99 per min 15min minimum
10 - $22.40
15 - $32.35
20 - $42.30
25 - $52.25
30 - $62.20
45 - $92.05
60 - $121.90
90 - $181.60
120 - $241.30
TWO GIRL RATES
$3.98 per min 15min minimum
10 - $37.40
15 - $54.85
20 - $72.30
25 - $89.75
30 - $107.20
45 - $159.55
60 - $211.90
90 - $316.60
120 - $421.30
TEXTING RATES
$1.49 per min 15min minimum
5 - $7.45
10 - $14.90
15 - $22.35
20 - $29.80
25 - $37.25
30 - $44.70
35 - $52.15
40 - $59.60
45 - $67.05
50 - $74.50
55 - $81.95
60 - $89.40
September 29, 2026
I know it’s a shock for these tiny men and people living in this city, to see me in my true giantess form. They think we’re equals, that our differences are only a matter of inches when they clearly aren’t. But when I tower over them, like a skyscraper looming in their tiny world so high up, they finally see the truth. In my world, they are nothing but small little ants. Toys for my amusement. Puppets dancing on my strings. And I am the true master, the one who controls their every move and fate. Nathan is learning this truth the hard way. I’ve had him in my hand for hours now, showing him off to my other tiny pets. Letting them pet him, tease him, laugh at his futile struggles, maybe scream and run a little bit too. By now, his tiny body is slick with sweat. His face is red with exertion, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He’s starting to realize there’s no escape, no end to this torment he’s being put through by me. That he is utterly at my mercy for the rest of his days. “I’m s-sorry,” he whimpers, his voice barely […]
September 16, 2026
Oh! There he is, My little man walking down the sidewalk like he has someplace to be. Acting like one out of the millions of human ants that scurry through the concrete pillars I call home. I’ve been watching him for a while now from the background. Ever since he moved to this neighborhood a few months ago. He clings to his tiny routine like a lifeline. Out the door at 8:05am every weekday morning to go to work with even more puny ants that stay in one place, Down the block to the bus stop, Sitting in the same spot everytime he goes there, scrolling on his little phone screen, lost in his own little world while he waits. Until I walk by. On days like this, I veer down that same street for no other reason than to see him. To loom over him. To see his reaction to my giant presence overshadowing him and the stop he sits at so frequently. And sometimes, like today, I stop right in front of him, just to have my own little fun. Just to mess with his morning. He looks up from his phone screen, confused by the sudden shadow. […]
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