It’s tough being small, especially when the world is filled with hungry and sadistic giantesses who want to make you their next snack or toy. Most humans had been either killed or enslaved, and even those who hadn’t were mostly reduced to primitive lifestyles as either nomads or secluded villagers who could do nothing but pray a giantess didn’t stumble upon their village. Of course, even when a village was found, many could escape before the giantess or giantesses had their way with them. But that did little to heal the trauma caused by the attack. Imagine watching giant feet flatten everything you ever know just for giggles or dodging giant hands as they take away everyone you loved just to silence a young woman’s belly rumbles until dinnertime.

It reminds you that not just you, but everything you treasure, and would like to believe makes you a part of something bigger, is insignificant. These Goddesses can show up at any time to cash in your life and/or your world for a snack or laugh, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do but run and hope her all-powerful gaze misses you.

Not everyone who finds themselves at the mercy of a giantess dies, however. Rumors float around about what happens to the tinies giantesses decide to take away alive. Apparently, these giant young women and girls found a lot of uses for us. We could be tucked under an armpit and told to constantly lick to keep her odor contained in our stomachs, so a giantess doesn’t have to worry about deodorant anymore. We could be used as reusable toilet paper, since although most people would hate having to wash something they wiped their ass with even if it meant not having to worry about toilet paper anymore, we can just wash ourselves. And even when the giantess isn’t pooping, she can keep you up her ass and force you to breathe in every fart she passes, so she never has to smell her own farts again and can even conveniently let out silent farts around friends.

But the most common fate for captured tinies is snack slavery, where a giantess who doesn’t feel like buying or hunting down every snack, will allow you to pass through her body alive by switching off her digestion, to make her stomach feel full. It’s cheap, convenient, and she doesn’t have to count any calories. What’s it like inside a giantess’s stomach? There are a lot of rumors about this too, everything from the stomach being the dark, slimy, and gross, to being warm, intimate, and safe…until you pass deeper into her body and find yourself in an airtight organ filled with nothing but literal shit until she finds it convenient to use the bathroom. (Good luck to a mere snack slave trying to convince his or her mistress to poop on his or her request.)

*

This was the kind of giantess a tiny like any other feared as he ran desperately through a random forest from a cute, yet terrifying giantess as she effortlessly knocked down every tree in her path. He didn’t know whether she was actually chasing him, but she always seemed to walk in the same general direction he ran, despite seeming not to notice him.

“C-crap! M-maybe even at her scale, some parts of the forest are easier to traverse than others!” He thought, purposely sprinting towards a denser patch of tree branches.

However, knocking all those branches aside got the giantess’s attention. The tiny quickly dove into a bush to hide.

“Hmm, animals usually aren’t smart enough to hide, they just keep running…which means you must be another pervert.” Nat giggled.

The tiny swallowed hard, then Nat stepped over the bush and spread her legs apart, giving the tiny a clear view up her skirt.

“Well, as a reward for being brave enough of a man to approach a giantess during her morning walk, I’ll let you have a nice, long look…and if you’re a tiny woman, that’s fine too.” Nat giggled.

The tiny stayed frozen, his heart beating a mile a minute. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but get hard seeing such a perfect upskirt.

“…Of course, you don’t get to just look up a girl’s skirt for free.” Nat cooed, gently pressing her foot against the bush to hold it down, but not crush the tiny inside. “You’ll have to turn me on too.”

Suddenly, the rancid smell of Nat’s feet hit the tiny’s nose, but he forced himself to remain still and silent.

“Why don’t you step out so I can see you? But remember, the cuter you are, the more you owe me.” She giggled.

Nat waited for about a minute but sighed after the tiny still hadn’t come out.

“Hmm, well, if no one’s really in there, I guess I’ll just use the bathroom.” She giggled, taking off her panties and squatting over the bush.

The tiny panicked and immediately sprinted from the bush. Nat smiled and pulled back up her panties.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” She giggled. “Now, let me see your face.”

Nat then grabbed the tiny as he tried to run away and brought him closer, gasping pleasantly the moment they made eye-contact.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” She cooed. “I’ll have to keep you forever at this rate.”

The tiny shrieked, then looked down in defeat and started crying. Nat’s smile faded.

“O-oh, I’m sorry…I thought you were enjoying this too…” She apologized.

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, MONSTER! JUST DO YOUR WORST!” The tiny screamed.

Nat frowned, then slowly and gently set the tiny down right as he braced himself to be killed instantly for yelling at a Goddess. He continued shivering in fear for a moment, then opened his eyes as he realized she let him go.

“Well, I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t go near giantesses if you’re so afraid of us.” Nat stated. “And if you want to score a date with a giantess, you should be prepared for stuff like this. For example, my friends love to eat the men they reject-“

But as Nat spoke, the tiny feared this meant she planned to eat him, so he started sprinting again.

“H-hey, wait!” She exclaimed, outstretching her hand towards him.

However, as Nat did not know her own strength, she violently knocked the tiny over when she touched his back, sending his head flying into a rock. The tiny struggled to get back up, but his world went dark in seconds.

*

When then tiny came to, his head was pounding with pain, and he was lying in a shallow, warm liquid.

“W-what?” He thought, standing up on the soft, fleshy ground.

“Oh, thank God! Are you okay?! I was starting to think I killed you! I’m so sorry!” Nat exclaimed, who was back at home lying in bed and rubbing her stomach gently.

The tiny fell backwards in shock at the woman’s voice screaming at him from outside this strange cave, so it was lucky the ground was so soft.

“W-who are you?! Where am I?!” He said.

Nat paused and smiled a bit guiltily.

“I think you already know. I’m sorry, but I didn’t have any pockets, and anywhere I could’ve tucked you on my body would’ve felt kind of pervy.” She replied.

The tiny slowly walked towards the mysterious voice, but then found himself blocked by a fleshy wall.

“O-okay, this isn’t funny! Please let me out of here now!” The tiny sad, a hint of fear in his voice.

Nat sighed.

“Well, there are only two ways out, and neither are very pleasant. But if you let me pass you naturally, it’ll be a lot more comfortable for me if you don’t mind.” She said.

“P-pass me out naturally?!” The tiny exclaimed. “Are you trying to prank me into thinking I’m inside a monster’s stomach?!”

Suddenly, Nat looked a little offended.

“I’m not a monster, I’m a giantess!” She yelled.

The tiny started panicking and tried to rip the fleshy walls apart, even though his meager strength was no match for such a powerful body. It did tickle, however.

“S-stop! THAT TICKLES! THAT TICKLES, STOP!” Nat laughed. “PLEASE, I HAVE A SENSITIVE TUMMY!”

“WILL YOU STOP IT AND LET ME OUT OF THIS DISGUSTING PLACE ALREADY?! I KNOW I’M NOT IN YOUR STOMACH!” The tiny yelled. “I’LL TELL THE POLICE IF YOU DON’T RELEASE ME RIGHT NOW!”

Finally, Nat got suspicious.

“The police? Wait…you actually think this is a prank?” She said.

“OH, WHAT DO YOU THINK?! I KNOW THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A GIANTESS! I’M NOT A CHILD, I’M A GROWN MAN!” The tiny yelled, pounding on her tummy walls.

Nat was genuinely confused for a moment, then gasped in horrific realization.

“Did…hitting his head make him lose his memory?” She wondered.

Nat then rushed out of bed, causing the world to spin from her tiny captive’s perspective as the gravity in her stomach flipped 90 degrees.

“H-how is this woman pulling this off?” He wondered. “…And her voice sounds familiar…”

Nat arrived at her bathroom, got on her knees in front of the toilet, and prepared to force herself to vomit. In a violent eruption, the tiny was sent flying back up Nat’s throat along with the contents of her stomach, splashing into the toilet bowl seconds later.

“W-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” He screamed fearfully, his eyes adjusting to the light.

Then, before the tiny could even register his surroundings, Nat picked him up, flushed the toilet, and carried him to her sink to wash off.

“DON’T KILL ME, PLEASE! I WON’T REALLY CALL THE POLICE!” He screamed, breaking down in tears again.

Then, when the tiny was all clean, Nat turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and took him back to her bed where she proceeded to gently dry him off. This gentle touch seemed to calm him slightly, as Nat hoped.

“Oh, I have a lot of explaining to do if you really lost your memory…” She sighed.

“H-how-“ The tiny started as he opened his eyes again to see the giant, beautiful woman staring down at him.

There was stunned silence for a whole minute.

“Y-you…you’re-“ He mumbled.

“Actually a giantess?” Nat giggled. “Yes, I am. For better or worse.”

The tiny paused again, but then noticed for the first time and to his horror that he was naked.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t feel right putting your clothes in my stomach!” Nat apologized, handing him his tiny, worn outfit.

“You stripped me naked?!” The tiny yelled angrily, snatching back his clothes and dressing underneath the towel. “And what the hell happened to my clothes?!”

“They were like that when I found you.” Nat replied. “But don’t worry, most people don’t get to wear nice things in the apocalypse.”

Suddenly, the tiny’s anger ceased and his fear returned.

“The…apocalypse?” He asked, meekly crawling out of the towel.

“Yup, a lot of explaining…” Nat sighed.

*

One long conversation later, Nat learned that the tiny had lost nearly all his memories and was left with little other than vague, general knowledge about the world before giantesses, and the ability to speak English. He couldn’t even remember his first name, although he was pretty sure it started with an M, so they decided to just call him M. Nat thought it was very strange at first that M’s general knowledge would center around the pre-apocalyptic world, considering he was way too young to have lived in such times. But after seeing just how hard it was for him to believe giantesses existed, along with everything else she told him about, Nat realized the reason why giantesses weren’t part of M’s core memories was probably because he never truly accepted something so fantastical, even though he was born into it. Instead, he considered a world he likely learned about through scavenged old books or even just word of mouth to be more real than his own. M did at least calm down after he realized Nat didn’t seem to want to hurt him, however.

“So…the world is basically centered around you guys killing and tormenting us for fun?” He said meekly.

“…Pretty much.” Nat sighed.

M looked down in depression.

“Don’t worry though, you’re safe as long as you’re with me.” Nat assured. “If nothing else, I owe you for causing you to lose your memory.”

“Why couldn’t you have just told me this is the afterlife and you’re my guardian Goddess or something?” M said. “How am I supposed to enjoy my safety when I know innocent people are suffering all around me and the whole world is ruined?”

“Well, I’m sorry, but that’s reality. I wouldn’t feel right lying to you.” Nat replied gently.

M sighed, crouched, and buried his face in is hands.

“Hey, not every giantess is bad! Some of us dedicate our whole lives to rescuing tinies and letting them use our giant homes as a sanctuary!” Nat stated.

“Why don’t you do that?” M said.

Nat paused, then looked away.

“I’ve tried collecting some…but they always run away.” She confessed.

“Why?” M said.

“I don’t know. I’m a pretty obnoxious roommate I guess, and this is a fairly small house…well, from my perspective, anyway.” Nat replied. “I like to poop with the door open for air circulation, but they complained it made the whole house stink. I also used to sleepwalk. Thankfully, I never stepped on anyone, but sometimes, I would eat food or even random objects in that state…which would sometimes be one of them. D-don’t worry, I always turn my digestion off before bed, so no one got hurt or anything, but still…Oh, and a lot of them got annoyed by my singing.”

“So, they chose a post-apocalyptic world filled with brutality and genocide over that?” M said in confusion. “I find that hard to believe…”

“People are strange like that.” Nat sighed. “But a lot of them also just said they’d rather be free than safe. I never tried to stop anyone from leaving. It was their choices after all.”

There was silence, then M started to look a little nervous.

“Hey, uh, this may sound like a strange question, but…” He started.

“Yes? You can ask me anything.” Nat assured.

“…If male giants are so rare, how do you girls satisfy yourselves?” M said.

There was silence again, then Nat smiled and leaned closer.

“Oh? That’s a rather perverted question for someone who claims to not be interested in us.” She giggled.

“N-no, I didn’t-“ M bumbled.

“M, if you want to try dating, let’s just go for it. You don’t have to feel guilty for being curious about me, even if I am a dangerous monster.” Nat assured sweetly, massaging her boobs temptingly.

“N-Nat, what are you doing? We just met.” M stated shyly.

“Well, we giantesses don’t have enough male giants to keep us satisfied, like you mentioned. So, I’m a horny mess, naturally.” She giggled, leaning closer.

M looked tempted but forced himself to look away. Nat looked disappointed but shrugged.

“Well, it’s up to you. It feels so good to have a tiny exploring my body, so you’re welcome to anytime.” She giggled.

M didn’t respond.

“Anyways, would you like some food? I bet you’re starving.” Nat offered sweetly.

*

Over the next few weeks, M and Nat got to know each other and he slowly warmed up to the idea that she could actually be nice despite having absolute power over him. She never hurt him or forced him to do anything. Even though M had a feeling this was out of nothing more than her feeling guilty about causing him to lose his memories, it still felt nice to be safe and comfortable for the first time in his life…well, at least he was pretty sure this was the first time he felt those things.

Nat fed him crumbs of high-quality food, gave him a proper tiny outfit, let him shower in her bathroom sink, and let him watch her giant TV. (Which was nice even if virtually all media was decades old at this point.) And unlike most giantesses, Nat didn’t seem hungry or sadistic towards him. In fact, the only slightly creepy thing about her was just how sexually aggressive she was. She always made sexual innuendos, offered to do various kinky things with him, and even let him ‘accidentally’ see her partially naked a few times.

But despite all this, Nat never resorted to rape to get what she wanted and insisted that she would only enjoy it if M did too. Now, it’s not that M didn’t think Nat was attractive, but the idea of being sexual with someone at least a hundred times his size just seemed weird. Not to mention, M figured Nat probably had some kind of raging fetish if she was being so sexually open if a man she just met. Would she lose control if he got her aroused? No matter how sweet Nat might have wanted to be to M, that didn’t change just how easily she could hurt him if she got rough. M still couldn’t even remember his first name, let alone if it was ever really a good idea to get intimate with a giantess in the crazy world he just found himself in.

…Nonetheless, when you have such a beautiful and sexy creature constantly trying to advance on you, it would take some truly insane willpower to stay prudish forever.

*

One night, when M was sleeping in Nat’s bed on the pillow next to hers as usual, he awoke from thirst and was about to gently nudge Nat awake so he could ask for some water, when he found himself staring down at her soft, giant boobs as she peacefully slept with nothing but a bra and panties. M felt the familiar erection he always tried to hide from her and attempted to look away, but then a dirty thought crossed his mind.

“Well, she did give me permission to help myself to her body anytime I want…and if I get this out of my system while she’s asleep, there’s no danger of her losing control.” He thought, swallowing hard.

M paused, then through a hopelessly overpowering urge, made his way to the heavenly giantess breasts, walking over Nat’s shoulder and down her chest. She giggled in her sleep and shifted slightly, but thankfully stayed asleep. M wiped the sweat off his forehead and stared at the beautiful cleavage before him. He then slowly placed his hand on one of her boobs, but immediately retracted when she giggled and shifted slightly again.

“Diana, don’t tease me for so long, just go for it.” She giggled.

Who was Diana? No, that wasn’t important. M had heaven on Earth before him, and Nat was right; he should just go for it. After taking off his pants that felt like they were about to burst from his pounding erection, M gently threw himself into the fleshy space. Nat giggled so hard she started laughing and turned on her side, pressing her boobs together and creating an even more intimate environment for her horny tiny. M sighed with pleasure, threw his arms around the boob he was now lying on, and started grinding on it. …Unfortunately, this finally woke Nat up, who proceeded to pinch him with two fingers and drag just his head out of her boobs.

“You are going to pay for this…” She giggled mischievously. “…but don’t stop now.”

M gasped in fear, but that emotion was now a whisper compared to his arousal, so he simply nodded submissively, and Nat pushed his head back in. Back inside her boobs, M resumed as normal, but this time, Nat joined the fun too, using one hand to massage her other breast and the other to stimulate her pussy.

“Likes boobs, got it.” Nat whispered to herself.

She could say that again; these boobs were the softest and sexiest things M ever felt…at least, that he could remember. At this rate, he felt like he could coat this boob in cum like a candy apple is coated in chocolate…well, that would probably take more liquid than was even in his tiny body, but still. He was going to sleep in here…no, LIVE in here for the rest of his life. He could care less about apocalypses and giantesses if that could be his new life.

Nat seemed to be really enjoying the experience as well, judging by her moaning with pleasure as she fingered herself. But it wasn’t until M had his first orgasm that it sent her over the moon, as if it aroused her that he liked this so much. Maybe she wasn’t kidding when she said she’d only enjoy it if he enjoyed it too. M wanted to cum again, but suddenly, Nat yanked him out of her boobs and inserted him into her soaking pussy before he could even register what was happening.

“Sorry!” She cried out, her human dildo amplifying her pleasure.

This really took M off guard, but he soon regained himself despite how hard it was to avoid literally drowning in cum and started grinding himself against Nat’s pussy walls instead. This aroused her even more, and before he knew it, she started orgasming herself as her whole body began convulsing with pleasure. M felt slightly jealous about how many more times Nat could orgasm, being a girl, but it was still the time of his life that he could barely remember.

Then, when Nat finished orgasming, she caught her breathe and brought M back out of her pussy and lovingly suckled her cum off his tiny body.

“You see, nothing to be afraid of.” She assured lovingly, kissing his now-limp penis.

M was very happy, but also very overwhelmed. A nervous question still bubbled in the back of his mind.

“…H-how are you going to make me pay for this?” He asked.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” She giggled before quickly swallowing him whole.

M toppled back into the fleshy prison he first woke up in and Nat rubbed it from the outside.

“BURP! While you’re in there, I want you to think about how you can remember to ask for permission next time.” She stated.

M was slightly startled but resigned himself and sleepily laid down on Nat’s soft tummy wall.

“Okay, but can I still have some water?” He asked.

“Of course.” Nat giggled before getting up to get herself a drink. “Likes pussies too…”

<--SCAT WARNING-->

Nat pooped M out the next day during her morning dump. He was starting to understand why tinies would apparently want to leave her house because of how much her shit stunk, but he would still never even think of doing it himself. Especially now that he and Nat were sex buddies…maybe even in love.

Nat noticed M struggling not to gag in her dirty toilet bowl and smiled as if she playfully enjoyed his discomfort.

“So, did you learn anything about the human digestive tract in there?” She giggled.

“Why couldn’t you have just thrown me up like last time?” M said.

Nat grinned and adjusted her position on the toilet so her next turd would fall directly on top of M.

“Vomiting hurts, but taking a dump is SATISFYING!” She giggled.

M resurfaced, coughing for air, which only made his coughing worse as it smelled so rancid.

“Nat, I thought you weren’t ever going to hurt me.” He said meekly.

Nat entered a pee stream before responding, which splashed right on M’s head.

“Well, I thought you would never violate me in my sleep.” She said with a slight smile.

“B-but you enjoyed it.” M squeaked, swimming away from the stream and shaking the urine off his head.

Nat simply adjusted herself so her peeing pussy would always be above him.

“I did. But what if I didn’t? You still got sexual with me without my permission.” She said.

“You were always begging me for sex!” M protested before accidentally getting pee in his mouth.

“Oh, little bite-sized pervert, just because I wanted sex sometimes didn’t necessarily mean I wanted it all the time.” Nat giggled, her pee stream stopping.

M paused, then hung his head.

“I’m sorry, Nat.” He apologized genuinely.

“Aw, you already apologized. That means I have to forgive you before I even got to wash you off and use you as toilet paper.” Nat laughed. “Oh, and I officially give you permission to fuck me anytime you want, so no need to worry about this again.”

Suddenly, M jolted as if he had a horrible realization. Nat noticed and a look of concern washed over her face.

“I-I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t have been using the bathroom on you, but remember, I’m gross.” She sighed empathetically.

“N-no, i-it’s not you.” M sniffled.

Nat frowned, then finished up her bathroom break, fished M out, and washed him off in her sink before taking him to her bed to talk again.

“M, I was just messing with you! I don’t hold what happened last night against you or anything!” Nat assured.

M then buried his face in his hands and started crying. Nat was taken aback.

“You…really feel that bad?” She asked.

“No, Nat! Of course I understand you forgave me! This isn’t about that!” M shouted. “…I just got one of my memories back when you mentioned using me as toilet paper…and it’s a horrible one…”

Nat gasped and hugged M sweetly.

“Oh, M, did you used to be a toilet paper slave?” She asked.

“No.” M sighed. “But my sister probably still is.”

*

Back when M was living outside of giantess care, he and his little sister were running from the ruins of their home village after it had just been destroyed by a wandering giantess.

“Why?! Why did she have to ruin our lives for no reason?!” The sister shouted.

“I…I don’t know.” M sighed. “But don’t worry, I won’t ever let anything happen to you-“

However, just as M finished, they both accidentally ran into the foot and a squatting giantess who was having in afternoon dump and fell flat on their backs. The giantess looked down at them and grinned wickedly.

“YOU won’t “let” anything happen her, huh?” She laughed, picking up the sister.

“PUT HER DOWN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL KILL YOU!” M screamed.

The giantess ignored him and started using his terrified sister to wipe her ass, taking her out to wash in the river next to her a few times before putting her back in.

“I WON’T LOSE YOU TOO!” M yelled, charging at the giantess.

She simply flicked him away, sending him toppling painfully into a tree, then farted crudely on the sister as she wiped once more before standing up and pulling up her panties and skirt.

“Actually, you will.” The giantess evilly giggled as she lifted her skirt and shoved the sister between her butt cheeks. “In fact, she’s going to spend the rest of her days at the mercy of my dirty, smelly ass, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

M gritted his teeth angrily, but tears started leaking from his eyes at the same time as he knew no matter how unfair this was, she had all the power and he had none. The giantess smiled mockingly and walked away.

“Start licking my asshole! I want an orgasm before I get home!” She barked at the sister.

*

Back in the present, M had just told a shocked Nat the whole story.

“She…SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE THAT!” He sobbed.

Nat tightened her hug.

“I’m so disgusted by my kind…I really am.” She confessed. “Oh, M, I’m so sorry.”

They hugged for another moment, then Nat broke the silence.

“You know, that giantess probably didn’t really keep your sister alive in endless toilet paper slavery.” She said. “I’m sure she’s up in Heaven right now.”

“Y-you’re right…” M sniffled. “I still wish I never remembered that though.”

There was a pause again, then Nat suddenly looked curious.

“Do you…not like butts?” She said, her eyes wandering to her rear.

M’s expression was hard to read at first, then he blushed slightly.

“Actually…butts are…my favorite part of a woman…” He confessed. “I just wish giantesses didn’t use the products of their butts to be so cruel to us.”

Nat smiled, then excused herself and headed back for the bathroom. M listened curiously, then the shower started.

“She left at a time like this to take a shower?” He thought.

But as Nat washed herself, M could tell something was unusual. It sounded like she was going through the same motions repeatedly for the majority of the shower and it was extra long. Then, when Nat finally finished, she came back into the bedroom naked and laid on her stomach on the bed.

“Here you are, washed thirty times with a fart-free guarantee.” She said sweetly, patting her ass invitingly.

M paused, then ran up and threw his tiny arms around Nat’s arm for a hug.

“Nat, you don’t have to be so sweet to me.” He whispered.

“Well, too bad, I’m about to get even sweeter. You can spend the whole day up my perfectly clean ass and I will never once fart or shit until bedtime no matter how painful the buildup gets.” She giggled. “It’ll be my apology gift for bullying you in my toilet bowl.”

They smiled lovingly at each other, then M helped himself to Nat’s soft, perfect ass. Already, he started feeling horny again, so he made sure to strip naked before stuffing himself between the cheeks. Nat wasn’t surprised when she felt M’s penis in her asshole and started fingering herself to add pleasure.

“You know, people may say a tiny man’s dick could never satisfy a giantess, but I actually prefer this over taking Diana’s strap-on up the ass.” She giggled.

Wait, Diana was another giantess? M always thought Nat was a tinies girl. Oh well, it was probably just experimentation or something. He decided to pretend he didn’t notice the mention of her name and rubbed his dick against Nat’s asshole, causing her to moan with pleasure.

“I hope you do realize we’re going to be doing this all day at the rate you’re getting me hooked.” Nat chuckled. “And I’ll have farts ready as ammo if you don’t manage to pleasure me.”

“Nat, you already promised you wouldn’t do that.” M reminded her.

Nat could barely hear M’s muffled voice from up her ass, but she was able to piece together what he said.

“I said I wouldn’t until bedtime. I never said I wouldn’t, say, let every pent-up fart out at once the moment I lay down without taking you out first.” She giggled.

M wasn’t sure if he was more horrified by that thought or the fact it made his penis get larger.

“Oh, feels like someone likes that.” Nat teased.

M just nervously laughed it off and went back to work on Nat’s asshole. They both came several times, especially Nat. M still couldn’t help but be jealous of women’s ability to orgasm almost endlessly. Meanwhile, Nat’s greedy asshole sucked away every drop of cum from his testicles after just a few orgasms. Oh well, it was still the best experience of his life.

After Nat finished orgasming, she caught her breath, then scooped up her pussy juices with her fingers and stuck them up her ass so M could have the sexiest breakfast of his life. Soon, her own stomach rumbled, and she was off to the kitchen.

*

They continued this activity throughout the day, having another session in the afternoon and another before bed. The atmosphere up Nat’s ass became increasingly amazing as she went about her routine, sweating and orgasming, but never farting or pooping. The moist, feminine, hormonal goodness of that soft, warm paradise was almost more pleasant than her dirty toilet bowl was disgusting. The only times when it was slightly uncomfortable was when she had to pee, which required M to retain a tight grip to avoid falling in the urine-filled toilet below. Of course, this did little to distract from such a magical day.

Thankfully, Nat spared M from having to endure the explosion that was surely about to leave her ass after she finally took him out. She may have teased him a little about his penis seemingly getting a second wind when she made comments about farting with the force of a hydrogen bomb the instant he was out, but that was just Nat being Nat.

“Oh God, I’m gonna fart for like a minute straight.” She giggled.

“Nat, come on, that’s impossible.” M stated.

“Hmm, wanna bet?” She said, opening a stopwatch app on her phone.

“Fine by me.” M chuckled.

“The loser has to do whatever the winner wants.” Nat stated.

“I’d use that opportunity to be sadistic, you know?” M chuckled.

“Aww, we think alike!” Nat giggled.

With that, Nat started her fart and the phone timer. To M’s horror, the impossibly long fart lasted for one minute and two seconds.

“Phew, that was too close for comfort.” Nat giggled, licking her lips sadistically as she looked over at M.

“Okay, you win fair and square.” M sighed.

Nat smiled triumphantly and snatched him up with a playful roughness. M thought for sure she would just vore him again…but instead, he found himself confronted with a disgusting and familiar smell…but it wasn’t her ass.

“Since you have to do anything I want, I want you to lick my sweaty feet clean before you’re allowed to sleep.” Nat giggled, wiggling her toes in front of his tiny face.

M shrieked, then she pressed him against her foot with the same playful roughness. But instead of licking, he started screaming.

“NO! NOT FEET! I HATE SMELLY, DIGUSTING FEET! PLEASE!” He begged.

Nat froze, then slowly brought him away.

“So that’s what you hate, feet!” She exclaimed.

“W-what?” M mumbled.

“W-well, I mean, everyone, like…hates something, right? You hate feet!” Nat exclaimed again.

Now, M looked slightly weirded out, but soon yawned with exhaustion.

“Nat, please don’t make me go near your feet again.” He begged sleepily.

Nat smiled and kissed him.

“Well, alright. You can be my morning snack instead.” She agreed, lovingly laying down with him in her arms.

M hugged her tight.

“I love you, Nat.” He said.

“I love you too.” Nat replied.

Then, they drifted off to sleep.

*

M awoke in the middle of the night. He felt as though he had a strange nightmare but couldn’t quite remember what it was. He also thought he heard a loud noise at the end of said nightmare, but it was gone as soon as he woke up. Then, he noticed Nat wasn’t in the bed. He wondered if she got up for a midnight dump after being forced to hold her poop in all day, but the bathroom light wasn’t on. Then he wondered if she got up for a midnight snack, but wouldn’t she have just eaten him? That would be more convenient, and he owed her a vore.

“Nat?! Nat?!” M called out.

There was no response. In fact, it was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.

“Why would she leave in the middle of the night?” He asked himself.

M was about to just go back to sleep when he suddenly heard something that nearly gave him a heart attack. It sounded as if something skidded across the hallway floor outside the bedroom. Luckily, the moonlight allowed him to see that a note had just skidded from underneath one of the doors. Not just any door either, but one that had always been closed since the moment he arrived at this house. M always assumed it was just a storage closet or something, so he never asked Nat about it.

Why would someone slide a note out from under that door? Was Nat locked in there and needed help? If that was the case, why didn’t she just yell out? M wanted to call out for Nat, but the bizarre situation creeped him out enough to silence his voice. Instead, since the blanket was drooped off the bed as to allow him to slide to the floor, he decided to just walk up to read the note.

“Help me!” The note read.

M’s eyes widened, Nat really was trapped in there, but what could he possibly do to help? Nonetheless, he crawled under the door to the mysterious room…however, Nat was nowhere to be seen.

“N-Nat…?” M said, speaking so low it’s likely a giantess couldn’t hear him even if she was standing right in front of him.

Predictably, there was no response. But as M took a closer look around the room, he noticed faint, green lights scattered everywhere on shelves and tables. He was started to become creeped out and took several steps backward before tripping onto one of the bottom shelves. When M looked up, he saw one of the green lights up close, sending a shiver down his spine so bone-chilling it even rivaled how he felt when he heard giantess footsteps in the wild.

“W-WHAT?!” He shouted fearfully, standing up to get a closer look.

It was a lit tank filled with a green liquid preservant…and a naked human body. She didn’t look damaged at all, in fact, she looked like she was simply sleeping. The word “Armpits” was written on her chest.

M then turned towards the next tank in the row and it contained a dead human with the word “Butt” written on his chest. Further down the line, there was a human with the word “Pussy” written on his chest. Then, a human with the word “Feet” written on her chest. One was just a skeleton in a tank without liquid, with the word “Vore” written on a sign hung around its neck.

It’s a little difficult to focus on seemingly random words when you’ve just discovered a decorative graveyard, but it didn’t take long for M to figure out what they meant.

“Nat…those tinies didn’t run away…you murdered them with kink activities.” M gulped.

“I think you mean KILLED!” Nat’s voice came from behind. “Last I checked, murder means you killed someone illegally, and you little shrimps have no rights as far as our kind’s concerned.”

M then turned around to see Nat step out of a closet, look down at him, and giggle. He simply froze.

“I still remember the day one of my tinies accidentally found this place. The horror in his face was so satisfying that I made it my mission to make sure every future tiny I got would stumble in here of their own free will.” She laughed, tossing the pencil she used to write the note aside.

M could tell it pleased Nat to watch him cower and hyperventilate before her.

“This isn’t happening…THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!” He shouted.

“Oh, but it is.” Nat giggled. “You should be embarrassed that you thought a little snack/toy like you could have a happy ending when there are giantess pleasures to fulfill.”

“NAT, PLEASE! I TRUSTED YOU!” M screamed.

“People can never think rationally when they’re emotional, can they?” Nat chuckled sarcastically. “Let me ask you, if I caved to begging, don’t you think I would’ve given up this collection long ago when one of the hundreds before you did the same thing?”

“I’LL DO ANYTHING, NAT! ANYTHING!” M screamed, tears leaking from his eyes. “PLEASE, I DON’T WANNA DIE!”

Nat smiled with delight and bent down, causing M to hide behind one of the preservation tanks as if it would do any good.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” She cooed, reaching behind the tank, and yanking him up to her face. “I’ll grant you one wish before you die. But in exchange, you have to willingly walk up to my feet when it comes time to add you to my collection.”

Nat then took out a giant sharpie and wrote “Feet” on M’s chest. He suddenly imagined himself in one of the tanks and started screaming. Nat put her finger on his mouth to muffle it.

“Any type of food you’d like to eat? Any type of sex activity you’d like from me? Any stupid stunt you’d like to cross off your bucket list?” Nat cooed sadistically.

M tried to keep screaming despite the finger. Nat smiled broadly.

“You cutie, no one could hear you either way.” She laughed.

M struggled some more, then slowly switched to simply sobbing. Nat removed her finger.

“Well, have you thought of a wish?” She asked, still smiling.

M paused.

“Y-yeah, I’ve got a wish.” He sniffled. “Please at least tell me why you’re doing this.”

Nat was slightly taken aback; she clearly did not expect this wish. Her smile faded and she took M back to her bed.

“Just know that if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain by willfully stepping towards my feet afterwards, I will break every pathetic little bone in your body AND THEN suffocate you between my feet, got it?” She hissed.

M paused, fearful tears still running down his face, but nodded momentarily. Nat got comfortable and placed him between her boobs.

“If it upsets you that you’re about to be done in by a Goddess, then I want you to even try to imagine what it must feel like to be done in by a piece of fucking toilet paper.” She seethed, clenching her fist.

M recoiled. Nat forced herself to calm down.

“I used to be in a very tight relationship with a fellow giantess and the love of my life, Diana. Neither of us were tiny-killers, but that didn’t mean we exactly cared for you guys either. However, one day, this little runt named Seth showed up at our doorstep and begged us to take him under our care. We were about to shut the door when we got a good laugh out of just how pathetic he was, so we agreed that he could eat the crumbs left on our plates in exchange for being an ass wipe for us both.” Nat began.

“It was kind of cool at first, not having to worry about toilet paper anymore. Sometimes, Seth complained he wasn’t getting enough food, but after we threatened to kick him out, he quickly learned to keep his mouth shut…but then EVERYTHING changed.”

Nat suddenly got so angry she punched the wall but calmed down just in time to not go berserk.

“Diana, the sweet love of my life, started actually caring for that piece of toilet paper. I first realized something was wrong when she started purposely leaving large bits of food on her plate for him to eat, then it wasn’t long before I noticed her using normal giantess toilet paper again, then just a few weeks later, she asked me if I’D be willing to stop using him as toilet paper too.” She continued. “Little by little, I watched as she made friends with Seth, all while giving me resentful glares every time I snatched him up to take to the toilet…until finally, I caught them having sex in our bed.”

Nat’s anger was briefly replaced with light sobbing, but she forced herself to stop.

“How could someone I wanted to spend an eternity with choose a fucking piece of toilet paper, who I used to wipe my nasty asshole with and fart on, over me?” She squeaked. “THEN, WHEN I TRIED TO SQUISH SETH SO MY DARLING COULD COME BACK TO REALITY, SHE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND TOLD ME TO LEAVE HER HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK!”

“…N-Nat…” M squeaked, placing his hand on her hers.

“That’s why I started my new collection! If that little ass wipe, Seth, thought he was better than a Goddess because he stole her love life, then I hope he knows someday that HUNDREDS of his kind have suffered an even worse fate as my revenge! Not only do I cruelly rip what you thought was love out from under you, but I kill you afterwards! And suffocate you to death using whichever one of my body parts you hate the most at that! …Well, if possible.” She barked.

“Nat, you’re better than this, please.” M begged.

“Begging didn’t help me with Diana, and it won’t help you with me!” She yelled.

“This won’t make you feel better, Nat. Only love can do that.” M pleaded.

Nat burst out laughing.

“Do you really think YOU can replace Diana, a mere tiny?” She mocked.

M froze, then recoiled in shame. Nat snatched him, sat up, and placed him near her feet.

“Now, I suggest you hold up your end of the bargain and quietly walk to your death…if you don’t want this to hurt a million times worse, that is.” She laughed.

The putrid stench of Nat’s feet already made M struggle not to gag. Nonetheless, he forced himself to walk towards them. Nat smiled triumphantly, but then was taken aback when he sweetly hugged one of her feet.

“I-I love you, Nat.” He sniffled. “Even if you kill me now, I want you to always remember that.”

Nat remained frozen for a moment, then just smiled again.

“How stupid do you think I am?” She giggled. “You just don’t want to die.”

M’s eyes widened, then before he knew it, he was pressed firmly between Nat’s dirty, sweaty, rancid feet. His wind was knocked out, and while he could still breathe, it wasn’t nearly enough to get a sufficient oxygen supply. And even the meager air he could breathe had the vomit-inducing stench of Nat’s feet. She was clearly going to make the suffocation long and painful.

Even if it was a waste of his pitiful oxygen supply, M used his last moments to reflect on his life. He may not have remembered many details, but he could at least remember just how horrible it was. The uncomfortable living conditions, the constant fear, the missing loved ones, they were all taken away without consequence by these cruel giant women and girls. And even when he felt like he finally found happiness, a giantess was going to take that away from him too.

M wondered if there was an afterlife, and if he would ever see his family again. No, even if there was an afterlife, any God cruel enough to create this world would certainly not have a paradise waiting on the other side. At this point, the MOST he could hope for was a true death. The splashes of vomit erupting from his throat as his dying body forced him to breathe Nat’s foot stench only solidified that thought.

Finally, M just shut his eyes, eagerly awaiting the moment when he would lose consciousness, when suddenly, Nat released him, and his lungs were allowed to rapidly return life to his body. He looked over and saw her crying into her hands.

“Oh, M…I just can’t do it! No one was ever as sweet to me as you!” She sobbed.

M couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but just as he was about to hug Nat and cry tears of joy, her feet were back on him.

“SIKE!” She laughed cruelly.

And so, the death was even longer and more painful than M imagined. Nat kept releasing him when he was just seconds away from losing consciousness to refill his lungs. M didn’t want to breathe, but his body forced him to, only for Nat to start the process all over again. She kept this up for hours, making M wonder if he might die of dehydration from all the vomiting before she even got bored enough to finally let him suffocate.

And when Nat finally did let him suffocate, M didn’t even have a chance to feel grateful.

*

The next morning, M was added to Nat’s collection of dead tinies. He was now just another generic, naked corpse floating in a preservant liquid, soon to be forgotten completely among her countless similar experiences. Meanwhile, Nat was admiring her vast collection, using a tank with a man who had “Pussy” written on his chest as a dildo. She felt as though she could stare at her trophies all day, but she couldn’t, for she had a date that day, and she’d hate to be late.

After a few orgasms, Nat wiped off her dildo and put it back on display. She then pulled up her pants and panties before heading for the door. As expected, a giant box of chocolates was lying at the doorstep. Nat took it inside, brought it to her bedroom, laid on her bed, and opened the lid. Inside, there were assorted giant chocolates…along with a tiny woman in one of the slots.

“Aww, I still think it’s so cute how they ship tinies who want blind dates with giantesses in boxes of chocolates.” Nat giggled, popping a chocolate in her mouth.

The tiny blushed and turned away.

“Not everyday I get another girl. This should be fun.” Nat cooed, popping another chocolate in her mouth.

“…Vore me please.” The tiny requested shyly.

“…And shit you out?” Nat teased.

The tiny blushed harder but nodded.

“Out my fucking asshole?” Nat continued, picking the tiny up, pulling down her pants and panties, and hovering her near her butt.

“Y-yes.” The tiny squeaked.

“Along with a steaming pile of shit?” Nat giggled, shoving her up her ass.

“YES! BUT DON’T KEEP ME WAITING ANY LONGER! I’LL DO ANYTHING!” The tiny screamed.

“Likes butts…Ugh, these ultra-perverted ones are always a pain. It’s so hard to find something they don’t like.” Nat sighed.

The tiny then started futilely trying to break from Nat’s grip so she could access her pussy for stimulation when Nat brought her back up to her face.

“Alright, if you can resist laying a finger on your womanhood while you watch me finish every last chocolate, I’ll vore you right up.” Nat giggled, gently undressing the tiny and making sure she had control of her arms.

“Y-yes, my Goddess! A-anything for you!” The tiny gasped, her hands twitching as she visibly struggled to stay away from her private parts.

“You know, even most boys aren’t this sudden.” Nat teased.

“I KNOW! I’M A FUCKING CREEP! BUT PLEASE KEEP AS A PLAYTHING FOREVER ANYWAY, OKAY?!” The tiny pleaded.

Nat shooshed her sweetly.

“Not a plaything…a cute new girlfriend.” She giggled.

The End