Pilots by The Intimidator
Summary:

A teacher on the edge, old friends that find themselves at odds and much more. This a collection of chapters from strories that I've never had the time to finish.


Categories: Giantess, Breasts, Crush, Feet, Humiliation, Insertion, Mouth Play Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 3625 Read: 3077 Published: March 09 2021 Updated: March 16 2021

1. Up So Close by The Intimidator

2. I Will Survive by The Intimidator

Up So Close by The Intimidator
Author's Notes:

Once again I'd like to point out that this a from an unfinished story that I had been writing. This is a segment from an untitled story I have, this part in particular deals with mouth play.

Up was right, left was down, right was left and down was up. Chris couldn’t stand up straight and anytime he felt like he was getting a sense of where he was he either fell or was dragged around like a ragdoll. He couldn’t see anything, he was soaked in saliva, the temperature started to get unbearable and he went from being stuck to Faith’s tongue to slammed against her teeth. 

 

Faith was toying with Chris, she knew that being her mouth must be disorienting, but she was having so much fun. She could feel his struggles as he tried to get up whenever she would stop moving her tongue, only to then be slammed into her teeth and dragged across each one before she let him slide underneath her tongue and before Chris could get out Faith would drop her tongue on him pinning him as her saliva started to fill her mouth meaning while Chris was panicking trying to get out from underneath her tongue before he was drowned by Faith’s saliva. Once she decided she had enough she lifted her tongue and allowed Chris to swim out. 

Chris was struggling to keep his head above the saliva gasping for air, her saliva was thick and hard to move his arms and legs through, he tried to find a way out, but it was pitch black. He could feel the waves Faith’s tongue was making, he knew she was looking for him and he knew it was only a matter of time until she found him. At that moment he felt the tongue beneath him and before he could brace himself he was shot upwards into the roof of her mouth. Chris was now pinned between the top of Faith’s mouth and her tongue, he tried fighting back, but then he felt the tongue put more pressure on him from behind and then it left Chris’ back and went back to its resting spot. While Chris was relieved Faith was no longer putting pressure on him but soon realized that he was still stuck to the roof of Faith’s mouth only being held by the saliva that covered him from head to toe. After a few seconds of trying to free himself he was finally able to get his arm and after that he fell back onto the tongue. 

The moment he touched Faith’s tongue he was shot forward and before he knew it everything was bright, but his eyes hadn’t readjusted to the light yet. Chris felt the tongue going backwards at incredible speed and he braced himself expecting to get pulled back in and thrashed around again, but this time he felt something soft stopping him and the tongue had now disappeared from beneath him. After a minute Chris’ vision started coming back and now he could see where he was. 

Faith had moved to her bathroom and was now standing in front of the mirror, Chris could see himself in the mirror and saw that he was stuck to Faith’s upper lip. 

“Well, did you have fun in there?” Faith asked sarcastically.

Chris couldn’t respond, he was dazed and out of breath.

“I’ll take that as a no then.” Faith said, smirking and as she did so she saw Chris get dragged as her lip moved.

Faith plucked Chris off her lip and held him between her thumb and index finger and then placed him on the sink before lowering herself to be making eye contact with him. Chris laid down for a second just trying to catch his breath and regain some strength, he could see Faith staring him down out of the corner of his and he could feel the air moving every time she took a breath. Nearly five minutes later Chris was finally able to stand up and face Faith. 

Chris looked up and saw Faith’s now massive brown eyes just staring at him, any movement he would make he could see her eyes follow him. As he was getting ready to talk Faith raised her left hand and pinned Chris down against the sink with her index finger. 

“Why!” Chris yelled out while he desperately tried to move her finger off his chest in vain.

“Because I can, after everything you really have the audacity to ask me why!?” Faith snapped back as she put more pressure onto Chris.

Chris couldn't even respond, with the additional pressure every time he tried to breathe Faith’s massive finger just dug deeper into his chest slowly cutting off air. On the verge of blacking out Faith removed her finger allowing Chris to start breathing again. 

Chris stumbled to his feet and looked Faith in the eyes trying to think of something to say to her.

“Look I am sorry about everything that has happened, but please for just a bit try to ignore those emotions. I am half an inch tall and I need help. You were the only person around that I knew and I need your help now more than ever.” Chris pleaded

“You need my help? What about when I needed you to be there for me, when you cut contact with me I was already going through so much shit and when I tried reaching out and what did you do!?” Faith asked while moving her face closer Chris.

Chris was silent, he tried backing away but there was nowhere to go, he could feel Faith’s breathing as she got closer and closer.

“What did you do?” Faith asked again, this time raising her finger again.

“I ignored you!” Chris yelled out

“Exactly.” Faith said as she put her hand down right next to Chris, then she continued “You ignored me so why shouldn’t I do the exact same thing and leave you right here?”

Chris was silent for a moment, he was nervous just inches to his left Faith’s hand which was ten times his size and at a given moment it could grab him and he’d be powerless to stop it. He knew he had to say the right thing but he didn’t even know what the right thing to say was.

“I admit you have no reason to help me right now, you could leave me here forget about me and honestly it's probably what I deserve, but if you promise to help me I will forever be in debt to you, more than I already am.” Chris waited to see what Faith was going to do.

“I’m going to ask you one time and one time only and you’re going to answer me truthfully.The day you cut ties with me, did you know something was wrong with me that day?” Faith’s eyes were locked on Chris’ movements now trying to see if he had a tell if he was lying.

Chris looked down and fell to his knees, he looked at Faith and said “Yes.” 

In an instant Chris felt something slam into his chest and felt himself flying backwards before slamming against the wall, Faith had flicked him. Chris didn’t even bother getting up he was expecting another attack, but after a minute he opened his eyes to see Faith was just standing there crying. Chris just stayed there, he knew there was nothing he could do except apologize.

“Faith I…” Chris began to say before Faith cut him off.

“You what Chris? You’re sorry is that what you were going to say? I had been holding out hope that maybe you didn’t notice that something was wrong and you were too focused on your feelings to consider mine, but nope you knew exactly what you were doing. I was wrecked for the rest of the week, but what do you care. If there had been anyone else you knew in that classroom you would’ve chosen them.”

Chris stood there staring at the crying giantess, but he could find any words so he just stayed silent.

“Say something damn it!” Faith yelled.

“Maybe I should’ve waited to give you the letter, but I had been trying for three days and you kept avoiding me. I asked you to talk and each time you said sure and then didn’t show up. So I wrote that letter and came back the next day and saw you in the classroom and I knew something was wrong, I thought about not giving it to you and asking you what was wrong, but I knew if I didn’t I couldn’t give you that letter then and if asked you what was wrong I was never going to be able to do it.” Chris said, trying his best to look at Faith, her giant face was only a few feet from him and if she got any closer he knew that he would be knocked down just by her breathing.

Faith wiped the tears from her face and picked up Chris and held him between her thumb and index finger  holding him upside down she brought him right to face.

“It’s like I said, you put your feelings before mine and left me when it was convenient for you and I should do the same right now and leave you right here on this sink and you can try to convince whichever family member finds you first for help.” Faith said, she paused for a second to watch Chris trying to get out of her grip, then she continued “But I’m not you, so I’m not going to help, but I’m not going to leave you defensive with nothing. I’m going to bring you back to school and you can find someone else to help you.” She then turned Chris right side up. 

“Thank you, but what are you going to do with me till Monday?” Chris asked

“I’m not waiting that long, I’m bringing you back tomorrow.” Faith said

“You're taking me back tomorrow!? What am I supposed to do for the weekend!?” Chris asked, the relief he felt mere seconds ago was gone and now he was panicking.

“Shit today's Friday, I completely forgot. I don’t even have a way there even if I wanted to leave you there over the weekend.” Faith said. She hadn’t planned on having to keep Chris longer than overnight.

Faith looked at Chris between her fingers and sighed.

“I really don't have anywhere to hide you for the weekend though.” Faith put Chris back down on the sink and leaned against while she tried to figure something out.

“Well where were you planning on hiding me in the first place?” Chris asked 

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead either.” Faith said as she picked up Chris once again but this time she let him stand in the palm of her hand and raised him to her face. “We’ve been in the bathroom too long we should go somewhere else so my family doesn’t get mad at me for being in here.” Faith said as she walked over to the toilet to flush it so no one would know she had just been standing there the whole time.

“Well where are you going to hide me till then.?” Chris asked as Faith turned on the sink.

Faith didn’t even say anything, she just looked at Chris and smiled. Faith opened her mouth and brought her hand to it and Chris fell in. Chris stood up on Faith’s tongue and quickly turned around trying to run for the exit, but he only made it a few steps before Faith's lips sealed the exit and once again Chris was at the mercy of her mouth.

 

End Notes:

I am currently working on finshing the unfinished stories and working on improving them in the process so if you enjoyed this chapter from my untitled story let me know in the review section below. If you have any criticism and or advice that you think will improve the quality of my writing please feel free to let me know in the review section.

I Will Survive by The Intimidator
Author's Notes:

This is a part from a story that I started two years ago and never finished called “Laid Off”. This particular scene happens within the first three chapters of the story.

Its fabric was thin and rough meaning they couldn’t grab on as tightly as they wanted to, but there was still a lot of grip. As they continued their descent their adrenaline was rising along with their fear, if they were caught they’d be killed, but if they didn’t try it was going to be the same outcome. 

“Do we even have a plan for when we get down?” Eric asked Mark nervously while keeping his eyes on where he grabbed the dress next.

“No, but you need to keep your voice down she’s going catch us if you keep talking so loudly.” Mark replied 

“I doubt she’s going to hear us over the screams of everyone still on the desk.” Eric said as he looked for the next spot to grab while simultaneously trying not to look directly down.

“I don’t care what you think she can or can’t hear, just shut up till we get down and we can talk then.” Mark snapped back, he was more focused on getting down before making a plan.

Eric nodded in agreement with Mark, it was a miracle they were even able to get this opportunity in the first place, but they still had so much ground to cover before they could consider themselves lucky. As the two continued their way down Ms. Carter’s dress they would occasionally glance upwards to check if they had been spotted and to see if any of their fellow classmates had become their teacher’s next victim. From their angle it looked like they were out of her line of sight due to the clipboard she was holding with one hand while her other was hovering over her desk tormenting the other students picking them off one by one just as she had done to the first two. 

It seemed like they had been on their descent for at least an hour but in reality it had only been a few minutes. Neither of them had been paying attention to the words Ms. Carter had been saying and the screams of their classmates had become quieter and quieter as they got further down the dress. 

Mark had been moving on what could only be described as autopilot as he mythologically made his way down gapping Eric by a fair distance to Mark it was nearly thirty feet, but when compared to Ms. Carter’s true size it was only a matter of inches. In addition to that Mark had started to drift off to the right making the distance to Eric much greater. Mark was suddenly snapped out of his autopilot state when he saw the shadow of the clipboard move from left to right and then he heard it being placed on the desk. Looking up in complete horror Mark fully expected to see Ms. Carter glaring down at Eric and himself, but instead he was met by a much nicer sight. Ms. Carter was looking at her mini fridge which was behind her seat and the movement Mark had felt must’ve been her turning her torso in order to face the fridge. Just as Mark was about to continue climbing down he felt another movement this time to his right and that’s when he saw it. 

In order for Ms. Carter to get into her mini fridge she had to turn around completely meaning she’d have bring her left leg over her right leg I order to get the momentum to turn around in her chair, a simple movement to her, but for Mark and Eric it would mean certain death if they weren’t able to hold on to her dress. Mark saw what was coming and tightened his grip on the dress and desperately tried to yell out to Eric.

“Eric!” Mark yelled out trying desperately to get it attention but it was no use. The distance between the two of them was too vast for Eric to hear. 

Mark held on for dear life as the left leg crossed over the right leg. The movement itself felt like a massive wave except instead of going over him and dragging him downward it was underneath him and trying to send him backwards hundreds of feet to ground. All Mark could was watch as Erik was flung from dress and off towards the floor. Mark looked away as he could bear to watch Eric splatter on the floor. 

Eric was screaming and flailing as he fell towards the ground. His back was to the ground meaning he could only see Ms. Carter reaching for the handle on her mini fridge. Eric closed his eyes not wanting to know when he was going to hit the floor, several horrifying seconds later he landed. The landing made his whole body feel sore, the surface he had landed on was damp and thick but it wasn’t hard, that’s when he realized he hadn’t hit the floor, he then thrilled and filled with glee when he realized he had survived, but where was he?

Eric opened his eyes to see what he had landed on, he was flat on his back surrounded by two massive mountains of flesh. It took a second but he was able to stand up and look at his surroundings, then he realized exactly when he had landed. Directly in front of him was a black structure that went up and out of sight and to the left of him was Ms. Carter’s big toe and to his right her second toe, he was in her sandal, he was terrified, he wasn’t even half as tall as her big toe, after a few seconds of panicking he realized that this was his chance, all he had to do was run to the end of the sandal and jump down and he’d be home free. Eric quickly turned around and ran to the edge as fast as he could, but as he got there he found out why landing in the sandal had saved him. Ms. Carter’s foot was in the air and not on the ground meaning he only fell a few inches instead of a few feet, that along with the naturally soft material of the sandal meant even though he was sore from the fall it wasn’t enough to kill him. 

While trying to come up with a plan on how to get down he began to stumble backwards eventually falling and starting to roll, he continued to roll until he slammed into the sandal strap. Momentarily Eric was stunned, but he was able to get his bearings and see what had just happened, Ms. Carter had raised her foot upwards. Eric then realized that he was on the very edge of the strap and slipping off with no way to lift himself up. His efforts to bring himself to the middle of the strap were useless and he slid off the strap and onto the space between Ms. Carter’s toes. Lucky he hadn’t fallen back due to the angle of the sandal in the air the strap was already at the skin between her toes.

Eric couldn’t get up and now he was getting dizzy, the scent of Ms. Carter’s lotion and sweat were overwhelming, her skin was so warm and so wet at the same time it was creating a humid environment. Then without notice the foot straightened back out again which flung Eric directly into the back of the sandal strap, this time he felt a massive amount of pain in his chest and right arm, he couldn’t tell if he broke anything, but based on the pain he assumed that  he had. Ms. Carter then lowered her foot back to the ground which pinned Eric between the back of the strap and her toes. 

Eric was being suffocated, he couldn’t breathe and Ms. Carter wasn’t even aware she was doing that, the death of the others had been intentional, but she didn’t even know that this was happening. Just before Eric passed out Ms. Carter moved her foot back slightly to readjust and Eric fell onto the damp surface of her sandal. Before Eric could even catch his breath he saw the ball of Ms. Carter’s foot right above him starting to lower, he could move though, every part of his body was in tremendous pain and even if he could move he knew wouldn’t be able to escape his fate. Ms. Carter lowered her foot now that she had readjusted and unknowing placed her full weight onto Eric. Under the weight of Ms. Carter’s foot Eric sank into the damp surface only to meet with her hot foot. Despite her foot being soft the pressure was too great and when Eric began to scream his mouth had been filled with her foot sweat which only made it worse for him. Whenever Eric would try to breathe in he was just buried deeper into the damp sandal. After nearly a minute of being soaked in and for to forced to swallow foot sweat and feel the air leaving his lungs Eric suffocated under Ms. Carter’s foot and as his body went limp it was crushed by the pressure making Eric's body nothing more than a blood stain on Ms. Carter’s sandal and the ball of her foot still not even noticed by Ms. Carter.

After the left leg returned to its original position Mark was able to continue his decent not knowing the torture Eric had just gone through, he simply thought Eric got a quick painless death. When Mark reached the bottom of the dress he was close enough to the ground that he was able to let go and land on the floor. He quickly ran under the desk to avoid detection then made a break for the door, the only problem was that the door was miles away and he had to navigate through the rug to get to it. Mark considered hiding until class was over, but he realized that Ms. Carter would be to unpredictable and staying anywhere in this room would be suicide, so with that settled Mark began making his way to the door.

End Notes:

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