Hey! I’ve been toying with the idea of opening commissions for a while now and since I now have more freetime to write, I figure I would toss this out and see how it goes. So, I’m going to use this to compile the ones I do get and will update tags as things are posted. If you’re looking for samples of my work, I do have a story up on my profile that you can look over to see if it’s something you’d be into, otherwise I plan on publishing some more in the near future (as of uploading this.) 

Things I will do: 

Honestly, I’ll be willing to do pretty much anything that’s listed in the tags on this website, outside of the things I’ve listed below as ‘won’t do.’ So, feel free to toss ideas at me in an email and I’ll see what I can do. I’ll do giant content and shrunken women, too. I don’t really have any qualms against that. 

Things I won’t do:

Underage characters. Scat and watersports/piss doesn’t appeal to me much, either, sorry. 

How long I take: 

In general, I may need a week or two from when I accept a commission, but my freetime fluctuates so I’ll let you know when I accept it if I need to take longer. Plus, I will do commissions on a first-come-first-serve basis, so that will/may factor into the wait time. 

Rates: 

I’m doing flat rates due to word count, which you will see as a ballpark measure below. If you want an exact word limit or price range, I’ll let you know the total when I accept the commission and I’d be willing to negotiate for any gray areas for word count. 

I will only ask for payment when I have completed the piece, so I can adjust pricing if I end up going under the word count (though I’ll try to get as close as I can if I do end up struggling.)

100 to 500 words -  $10 to $20 USD

1000 to 3000 words - $25 to $30 USD
4000 to 5000 words - $35 to $40 USD

5000 words or over - $50 USD and above that I’d be willing to negotiate.

How to contact: 

If you’re interested, shoot me an email over on lilnitgts@gmail.com and I’ll get back to you when I’m able!

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With a sigh, Amber collected some firewood under her arms as she looked up toward the clear sky. 

She couldn’t wait to get back to college and get out from under Beth’s shadow. Beth had been her best friend, yet Amber couldn’t help but feel like she was in some sort of competition with the other woman. Really, it got worse once she started seeing Nick, but Amber had to be honest that Beth was always talking about how she could get any guy she wanted with her body and how smart she was by getting into an Ivy League school instead of the community college that Amber currently went to. It had been a long building thing between the two of them, but it certainly got worse when Nick entered the picture. 

Amber liked Nick–she had developed a crush on him over the summer and had talked to him one on one. She had wanted to get to know him better, but Beth had other ideas. She could recall how her friend talked about the rumors of his huge cock and how she was determined to see how true it was. Since Beth was a lot bolder, Amber ended up spending the last while having to deal with her best friend throwing herself at him and biting her tongue about being interested in him. 

She shook her head irritatedly, walking back toward the little campsite they had set up for the afternoon near the mouth of the cave they wanted to explore. There had been some rumors about this one that Amber was interested in, but for the most part it didn’t really look that much different from the usual ones they explored from time to time. 

Her thoughts came to a sudden stop, though, once she reached the outskirts of the little clearing they were resting at. She could see through a small parting in the trees that Beth and Nick were making out, completely oblivious to her and the work she had just put in collecting the wood for the fire. She watched for a few moments as they groped each other, looking very much like they were taking advantage of the privacy that her departure had left them. 

Not wanting to see that shit anymore, Amber tossed the wood under a nearby tree with an almost disgruntled huff. 

She had come to see the cave, not watch them go at it while she was forced to bite her tongue. Which is exactly what she decided to do. Better settling her bag at her side, Amber headed up the trail toward the mouth of the cave as she was determined to get her mind off the last several months of her summer break from studies. 

Amber’s initial thoughts about the cave were right, at least in her mind so far. It was kind of dark and damp, but given the heat it was a nice change from being outside. Plus, focusing on not breaking her leg or falling in the dim light from the mouth of the cave and the light she brought with her was keeping her mind occupied. She climbed further in, the light from outside growing dimmer and dimmer the further she got from it. Faintly, she could hear some water from further into the cave that must have been the little pool that some of the locals had talked about. 

Yet, when she paused to get her footing, she glanced around herself and noticed a small gap between some rocks ahead. 

…Really, she knew better than to trail from the main path, but Amber couldn’t help the bit of curiosity that sight caused her. It looked tight, but big enough to fit her. Stepping closer, she could see the bits of a path stretching out behind the rocks. As far as she could recall, nobody had really talked about it. 

Well, she couldn’t rightly call herself a cave explorer if she didn’t investigate it at least. It didn’t look like it went out too far, anyway, so she would know her way back if she needed to turn back around. 

Her decision made up, Amber slipped herself between the gap in the rocks and stepped through onto the path on the other side. The area was also a little tight, almost closing in on her and yet something was driving her forward as if the cave was beckoning her further into it. Momentarily, she was aware of how bad it would be if she got stuck or hurt in this place–fat fucking chance that Beth or Nick would find her in time to make sure she hadn’t died or lost a limb. Yet, her recklessness kept her moving forward until she reached what appeared to be the end of the pathway. 

It closed off against another rock, effectively making it a deadend. Yet, whatever disappointment that Amber felt at that was quickly waved away when she noticed something tucked into a small nook between the rocks. With some mild hesitancy, Amber walked toward the object before she bent down to get a better look at it with the flashlight she had brought with her. Whatever it was, it appeared to be wrapped tightly in some old cloth, the tattered nature telling her that it had been there a while. 

Finally, she reached out and picked it up. It was a little heavy, Amber slowly unwrapping it as she aimed her flashlight down at it. The material reflected some of the light somewhat, allowing her to see the details of it. The object appeared to be some sort of statue–an idol, maybe. It looked like a woman in some sort of regal or ritualistic pose, a full body and the details on it made it seem like it was crafted with much care. 

The strangest thing about it was that…well, it kind of looked like her. Her with Amber’s ideal body shape, maybe, but the resemblance was uncanny. 

While a part of her argued that she should just put it back–she didn’t want to get into trouble with the national park because she took an artifact she found in a cave on impulse. Yet, she couldn’t seem to put it down. She wanted to look it over more, examine it more closely. 

With some finality, Amber rewrapped the statue and tucked it into the bag at her side before turning around to head back out of the cave. At least it would offer her a distraction for the rest of the day with Beth and Nick. 

Amber, finally, shut her bedroom door behind her as she made her way toward the bathroom to shower and see what leftovers she had to eat for the night. Yet, the idol she had picked up sat heavily at the edges of her mind and she found herself pulling it out, placing it on the edge of the sink as Amber stripped down to shower. 

She turned on the water, momentarily distracted by the sound of her phone chime going off. Upon picking it up from her bag, she noticed it was from Beth inviting her to a pool party the next day, as she wanted to see her one more time before she left for college. Nick would be there, too, of course, which it seemed Beth was quick to remind her of with a comment about how she was planning on fucking him at the party. At the current moment, it really felt like she was digging at her personally and Amber placed her phone back down without replying as she lifted her gaze to stare at herself in the mirror. 

Looking between her reflection and the idol, she couldn’t help but compare. Amber liked to think she was pretty–very short, but she had gotten a couple comments about her ass from a few friends and dates over the years. She just…really wished she looked like Beth. She had long wanted to change and her friend’s influence was a heavy factor in that. 

Still, she found herself shutting her eyes with a small exhale, allowing herself to imagine herself differently. In her mind, she could see her reflection from before. She imagined herself growing taller, only a couple inches at first until the top of her head was at level with the top of the mirror. She imagined her breasts filling out–big enough to where she would be sure she would have to toss out her bras. Her ass getting bigger, too–just everything. She wanted to be bigger in all aspects, a real force to be reckoned with. In that moment, it felt like she really could make that a reality. It felt like the bathroom was getting smaller, she was filling out in the places she imagined–looking a lot like the idol version of herself that she found. That when she opened her eyes, she really would–

A loud, screeching sound jarred Amber out of her thoughts. Immediately, she was back in her bathroom, the water running and nothing in her reflection had changed outside of feeling a weird tingling in her limbs and a growing arousal in her gut. She heard another cry from outside, metal clattering as she caught sight of one of the neighborhood cats darting off down the alleyway behind her house as she shut the tiny, bathroom window with a huff. 

“Damn cats…” she muttered, finally stepping into the shower to wash the day off herself, the moments that played out in her imagination sitting in the forefront of her mind. 

Even long after she had showered and toweled off, forgoing her clothes since she lived alone and there weren’t many ways to accidentally see into her living space. She was still pondering the statue she found and the way it made her feel when she pulled a plate from the cupboard, meaning to pile of leftovers on it and call it a night. Yet, she couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised when it appeared like it was smaller than usual in her hands. 

With a somewhat amused huff, she placed her food onto it. 

Keep dreaming. 

That night, Amber really did dream, idol resting on the comforter beside her in bed. 

She had a dream that almost felt like an extension of what she had imagined in the bathroom. She was back in the park where she found the idol, standing beside the fire with Beth and Nick later that afternoon. Instead of putting on a good face for Beth and Nick and just waiting until she could head home, Amber seemed to be the center of attention this time. She stood a good head taller than Beth and was eye-level with Nick, her body filled out in the ways like Beth’s was. 

Amber had Nick’s undivided attention, despite Beth trying to carry on like she had in reality. He lingered by her side, almost seeming to hang off every response and flirt that she’d throw his way. She felt powerful, like she held the strings and like he was asking for her attention and not the other way around for once. Beth was ignored into silence for once and Amber couldn’t get enough of it, feeling like she had a hold over him with each sway of her hips and twist of her body. 

When her alarm inevitably went off, she couldn’t help the sharp sting of disappointment in her gut once she realized that she was still in her room, in her house. It was enough to where she didn’t notice the floor seeming a little further away than usual, Amber grabbing the idol from where she placed it the night before and headed downstairs to eat and get ready for the day. She debated on skipping the pool party later that day, but the lingering confidence from the dream had her thinking twice about that. 

Much like how she felt in the cave, something was telling her that it was worth it to go. 

The hours of the day seemed to drag on slower than usual, Amber going about her usual business and getting her stuff in order to leave for college. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice that familiar tingling in her limbs from the night before–not painful, but it was enough to distract her. That is, until sitting at her computer desk felt like trying to force herself to sit at a kid’s table, bumping her knee against the surface when she tried to get up from it. 

What the…?

When Amber stood up, she glanced around herself and she noticed that the top of her head would brush against the light fixture in her room. She…she really was getting bigger! This wasn’t any dream, either! She let out an almost giddy laugh, running her hands over her body that had started to change too. Amber had fuller breasts–not quite to Beth’s level, still, but the change was enough to fill her with the same confidence her dream-self had the night before. 

Much to her joy, as the day dragged on, Amber just got bigger. The floor under her would creak in some places, and her footsteps clearly shook it when she walked around. It got to the point where she would have to duck under door frames like she was stepping into spaces between rocks, and eventually the upstairs floor was useless to be in. As happy as she was, she didn’t want to get stuck. 

Still, she took much joy from walking around downstairs, hearing the floor strain to hold the weight of her new size. Amber couldn’t even find it in herself to complain about the fact that she broke her own couch when she settled in for a nap before the party, putting on one of her favorite films, despite the cliche. Nathan Juran’s Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman. Amber watched the film as she settled in for a while, the idol sitting on the table between her legs as she did so. Watching the giantess in the movie, Amber couldn’t help but wish that she was bigger. Much bigger. 

She couldn’t help but tip her head back somewhat, a hand trailing up her much bigger thighs as she thought about growing more. The idea that she was currently too big to fit in her top floor was enough to send a spark of arousal to her core, Amber taking advantage of the fact to imagine herself getting even bigger. Too big for the bottom floor, too big for the house. She pushed her hand into her pants, finding her already swollen clit and circling it as she let out a small moan. Her pussy throbbed at the idea of being able to pick up Beth in her hand, that there would be no comparison to her body anymore. She couldn’t say that she should stuff her bra when she could stuff people between her tits. 

Amber couldn’t take it anymore as she pulled her pants down, picking up the idol and bringing it down to run the head of it along her folds before growing aroused and wet enough to inch it inside her like she would a dildo. She moaned as she pushed it in and out of her, moving her hips in time as she held onto the images she conjured up in her head at the idea of being big enough to hold someone in her hand. Finally, she picked up the pace as she panted and moaned, feeling that tingling sensation in her limbs alongside her orgasm. She ground herself into the object, the floor and broken couch creaking and groaning under the weight of her actions. 

Finally, Amber came with a loud moan, letting her pussy clench around the idol with a few small moans and pants as she could feel herself drift off for a few minutes in the after effects. 

“So, when’s Amber supposed to get here again?” Nick asked as he situated himself down on a chair near the pool as Beth walked out clad in a skimpy bikini. 

“Oh, whenever the little shrimp gets here,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Probably scrambling to find a good bikini since all of mine are just nice. I’ve told her many times that she just doesn’t have the body to wear the ones I do, but if she needs a reminder…well, I’ll be sure to show her again.” 

She let out a chuckle, running a hand through her blonde hair as she moved to settle into her own chair. Yet, it didn’t seem like Nick was listening as a somewhat confused look crossed his face as he turned to look back toward her house for a moment. 

“Do you hear that?” 

“Hm?”

Beth paused, and she did hear something. It sounded like a couple thuds, like someone was dropping something really heavy a few yards away. It happened again and again, thud, thud, until a shadow crossed over the pool. 

A large foot came down just a few inches from where Beth was sitting, which caused her to let out a short scream as she scrambled to a stand. She looked up at the massive leg as another foot came down to stand in her yard, her gaze traveling up to a massive two piece bikini, the top being hard to see over as the breasts of the owner towered over her. Finally, the woman shifted, Amber’s face peering down at her with a grin. 

“Hey, tiny,” she greeted, “Thanks for the invite. Do you mind if I sit?”

Amber did sit herself down, her ass almost taking up most of the space at the poolside as she draped a leg into the water. At her size, it felt like they were trying to have a party in a cheap plastic pool that people bathe their dogs in. At the silence, Amber glanced over at the two of them, meeting Beth’s wide-eyed gaze with another sharp smile. 

“I live nearby, and at this size I couldn’t help but eavesdrop a bit,” she commented, “What was it you said about me not being able to wear these kinds of bikinis? I’m obviously wearing one, so you said you would show me why I shouldn’t. So, go ahead. Show me.” 

Beth didn’t move, too scared to see what her now huge friend would do. Nick didn’t move from where he was, either, watching her in a mix of shock and awe. Amber just let out a chuckle, raising up to her knees as she flaunted her breasts toward the two of them, which either of them could fit between–just like she had fantasized about. She squeezed them together somewhat before getting to her knees so she could turn around. 

“Fine, I’ll show you,” Amber continued, turning to present her equally as massive ass as she swayed her hips side to side, bouncing it a little as she ran a hand over her cheeks somewhat with a chuckle. She couldn’t help but soak up the silence–finally, nothing for Beth to say or comment on. She continued to flaunt her new body in front of them unabashedly, biting her lip in amusement before glancing back toward Nick. 

She could tell he was affected, given the look on his face and the hard-on he was trying to hide by shifting his legs somewhat under her gaze. Amber let out another small chuckle, getting to her feet before bending down to lightly pick him up. Nick squirmed somewhat in her hold as she lifted him up to her chest.  

“Have you ever seen breasts like these, Nick?” she asked, dropping him to her cleavage, using a finger to tuck him between them before squeezing them together with a small hum. 

“Anyway,” Amber continued once she was sure he was secure between her breasts, “Let’s get out of here, Nick. I need a big guy to help me with a little something. Nice party, Beth. See you next summer.” 

With that, Amber gave the tiny woman a tight, mocking smile, before she turned to stomp off toward somewhere a little more private. 

When he woke up, the world around him was dark. 

Simon felt…strange. As if he had forgotten that he had fallen asleep, yet the recognition of the place he dozed off in didn’t come. It was warm, at least, and soft. With a small sigh, he managed to gather himself onto his feet and take a glance around himself. He couldn’t really see anything–the ground under him was soft, somewhat squishy. Yet, he knew it was firm, not like mud or grass. Turning around, he noticed some light in the distance. It almost looked like an opening in a cave, but there was nothing really jagged about it. 

Still, it was a possible way out. 

He walked toward it in an almost dream-like state, not being able to really identify what was surrounding him at the moment. Simon was just focused on exiting this weird cave–maybe he’d be able to see where he actually was once he was out. He still felt strange, his whole body tingling and it left him with a dazed feeling in his head. Yet, as he got closer and closer to the opening, he could feel that sensation starting to subside as the dim light from outside let him see a little clearer. 

What he deemed as a ‘rock face’ was much more like a fabric than anything, stretching up smooth in some spots above him and crumpled in others. As he walked further out, he noticed something sticking out at the edge of the fabric surrounding him. It looked like a tag of some sort, Simon staring at it for a few moments before it seemed to click in his mind. It looked like the edge of a blanket. Yet, the size of it easily could have been mistaken for a hill. 

Slowly, he turned around and froze. 

At first, he wasn’t too sure what it was he was looking at. He could see the huge blanket piled up on something, yet as his gaze traveled upward, he was greeted with something he was very used to seeing. It was the peaceful face of his sleeping girlfriend, Vicky. Yet, at Simon’s current size, he could say that he was only maybe half the size of her lower lip. 

Simon stared in stunned silence for a few moments, his mind not quite caught up to his current situation. This had to be a dream, right? How did she grow so huge? Well–no, no. She didn’t grow, he somehow shrank. Small enough to be picked up by her tongue if she needed to wet her lips at any point. 

…He really didn’t know what to do. If he should get closer, try to poke at her face to try to get her attention or something. 

Yet, he didn’t get to think about that for too long as he watched her face scrunch somewhat, letting out a small exhale before she shifted. Vicky had simply rolled over onto her back, but the shift in the bed made the ground under Simon’s feet shake and he struggled to remain upright. Though, as much as Vicky was slow to do so, he watched as she lifted her head and glanced around the dark room. 

Her gaze swept over where Simon was standing, but at his size he couldn’t be seen in the dark and she only looked around in confusion. 

“Simon?” she asked quietly, voice heavy with sleep. Yet, at Simon’s size, her voice was twice as loud as usual and all he could really do was stand there in awe. 

That is, until she let out a sigh and lifted her blanket up. If Vicky said anything again or gave any indication of what she was doing, it was lost on Simon as his mind snapped back to the moment at hand and quickly moved to avoid getting trapped in the miles of blankets that the two of them slept under. Luckily, he managed to avoid getting caught under her side of the blanket as Vicky got up and headed toward the bathroom door. 

Simon continued to walk toward the edge of the bed, hoping that the light from the hallway or the bedside lamp, if she turned it on, might let her see him. It wasn’t the best idea, but it was the only option he could see at the moment. 

It took him a while to reach the middle of Vicky’s side of the bed, even with his quick pace. The sound of the bedroom door opening caused him to still, watching as a huge shadow moved into the room as Vicky shut the door behind her. Simon could only see the outline of her towering figure, but he could hear the dull thuds of her footfalls approaching the bed again. 

“Always getting night shifts at the worst times,” she muttered, not sitting down on the bed but he heard her messing around with something on the nightstand. Maybe she’d turn on the light and he could finally get her attention. 

“Never is here when I need him,” she continued, rummaging around again before finally Simon heard the faint click of the bedside lamp turning on. 

The lamp cast the area in a dim warm light, but it was enough for him to see that his girlfriend had her back to him. Simon looked up at Vicky as she was bent down somewhat, opening a drawer of the nightstand. She was only dressed in a nightshirt and her painties, yet at his size her ass was almost as big as a two-storey house. She swayed somewhat, digging in the drawer, yet he could only see the huge mass that hovered above him. Her panties had ridden up a little, giving him a good view of one of her cheeks and a part of him couldn’t help but be aroused at the sight. 

Yet, Vicky finally straightening up and shutting the drawer pulled him out of his thoughts. Simon barely had any time to register what was coming next, or figure out where to run, when the ass he had just been admiring started to lower toward him. Deciding to run down toward the foot of the bed, he took off in a clumsy sprint given that the bed and sheets didn’t exactly give him the most even ground under his feet. A shadow moved over him, Vicky’s huge leg curling out in front of him as she sat down. 

A huge weight crashed into Simon, pinning him down onto the bed as he was suddenly between Vicky’s thighs. He wasn’t under her ass, yet as Simon moved to try to pull himself free, he started to become aware of where exactly he was. He could feel the somewhat damp fabric that covered his back and legs, the warm and plush surface behind it enveloping his body somewhat. He struggled a little, which only caused him to push and rub against the folds that were pinning him under his girlfriend. 

Yet, his movements didn’t go unnoticed by her, but it wasn’t in the way he intended. Vicky pressed down harder, the pressure causing him to wince somewhat as she ground herself against his body a little with a soft moan of pleasure. She continued the motion a few times, rubbing herself back and forth on him as Simon struggled against the movement and pressure. He could feel the fabric that had most of his body pinned get wetter, the smell of her sex filling his nostrils. It was both an erotic and horrifying situation, Simon not too sure what to feel about it. 

“Fuck,” Vicky sighed above him, giant fingers reaching down to rub just above where his head was as she rocked herself against his body again, “I’m really pent up–shit. Okay…” 

Simon waited as Vicky stilled, keeping him pressed under her pussy lips, yet he heard her fiddle with something above him that he couldn’t see. Yet, once he heard the click that turned the device on, followed by a couple clicks to change the intensity, he knew what she was doing. 

He barely had time to react before a huge, purple mass moved down and pressed him further against his girlfriend’s pussy. The vibrations rattled him to his bones, yet Vicky only seemed to care about the sensations the contact brought about. She rubbed the vibrator along herself, passing over him sometimes, and pressing right into him and her pussy through her panties in other moments. Simon could hear a mix of the buzz from the toy and Vicky’s light moans and hums as she lightly pleasured herself. Simon could feel her growing wetter against him, her panties soaking into him lightly. 

Suddenly, the pressure on top of him lifted somewhat, Simon instinctively crawling forward as Vicky pulled her panties down, her legs overhead of him. She lowered herself down again, Simon not under her, but the vibrator coming down in front of him told him that he barely escaped as he was swept back against it. There was a mix of sensations as the toy pressed him back against Vicky, the folds of her labia slickly enveloping him as she rubbed herself against Simon and the toy. The vibrations were intense, feeling it all around him as it rattled him to his bones. 

He was pulled up, Vicky letting out a moan as Simon felt himself pressed against a fleshy nub. She rubbed intentionally on that spot before pinning him there with the press of the toy, holding it there. At that moment, he glanced up toward her. The folds of her labia still partially blocked his vision, the hair making it hard to see. Yet, he could see the vision of his gigantic girlfriend with her head thrown back, one of her hands keeping him pressed against her while her free hand had pulled up her shirt and was playing with one of her breasts. 

He couldn’t help the surge of arousal that shot through him, as much as the situation mortified him at the same time. 

Simon didn’t really have much time to think before he was pulled down again, the fluid that coated her pussy making it easy to unawarely drag him down again. Vicky shifted, laying down somewhat, but to Simon it only made his destination all the clearer. Yet, he didn’t really have too much time to process before the tip of the vibrator pressed back against him again. He didn’t meet the resistance he was expecting, instead being pushed further into her as soaked and silky walls squeezed around him. Instinctively, he pushed his hands out, only met with more slick fluid and tight squeezing as Vicky teased herself. 

She pushed the tip of the vibrator into herself bit by bit, pulling it out somewhat before pushing it back in further. All the while, Simon was pushed further and further into her aching pussy. He was powerless as the toy prevented him from any form of escape–if his girlfriend’s fluids didn’t stop him from being able to get far anyway. It was dark and hot, the hammering heartbeat that surrounded him coupled with the muted vibrations of the toy she pushed into herself being all he could hear. He could tell she was moving however, the toy rocking back and forth against him as she seemed to have it situated in a certain spot. 

He couldn’t do anything but stay there, Vicky being the only thing he could smell, taste, and hear. She rode the toy hard, Simon left to be pushed around inside her as she tried to get herself off. Eventually, he could feel the walls around him flutter from time to time, Vicky pausing her movements from time to time to hold him and vibrator against a spot. That started to become more common, her pushing the toy into her and pausing as her walls fluttered and squeezed. Finally, with a last thrust, Vicky stilled as her walls tightened in a slow, tight grip. Simon was held tightly in place by her vagina, soaked in her fluids as he could vaguely hear Vicky crying out. She held the vibrator in place for a few moments, her walls tightening and releasing bit by bit as her orgasm washed over her. 

She then started to pull the vibrator out. 

Simon realized too late that the tip of the toy was pulling away, and he wasn’t going with it. Feebly, he tried to grasp onto the slick surface but he might as well have been trying to grab a wall made of black ice. He tried to push himself forward, Vicky’s vaginal walls still holding onto him and her fluids made it hard for him to pull himself forward or find purchase on anything. He yelled out, as if she would be able to hear him, yet it was useless. 

He was forced to watch as the toy was pulled out of her, Vicky closing her legs with a pleasured hum as Simon’s world was squeezed together and cast in complete darkness. 

He really couldn’t believe how giddy he was. 

Lloyd had spent months digging around to find something that might let him indulge in his fantasies. All he found were things that seemed a little too off or shady–or they were too expensive and probably had unwanted eyes on the devices. That is, until the watch. He had been tipped off about a post made on an online marketplace on the dark web, some sort of leaked shrinking device that the poster wanted off their hands before his job found out he sold off one of the prototypes. The watch seemed…fairly legit, clear labels and how the device worked, the post was straightforward and didn’t make any grand promises. The price was a little steep, but actually a bit of a low-ball for an abandoned device prototype. 

Naturally, he jumped at the chance, managing to be the one to actually score the thing. The long weeks of waiting were torture when he knew that a shrinking device could be in his hands very soon, but opening that package and seeing the watch in person was well worth the wait. 

Immediately, he wanted to try it out. Lloyd set the watch to his desired height, figuring out what buttons to press to power on the device. Yet, something stopped him from doing it in his own home. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he didn’t want to waste it shrinking down in his own home so he could look at his shoes and the dust on the floor. 

Claire popped into his head, as she often did. She had been a long-time friend, though Lloyd certainly knew that he didn’t see her as just that. Claire was a gorgeous young woman who lived with her equally gorgeous mother, Ellie, and Lloyd spent quite a bit of time hanging around the both of them. It was hard to hide how attractive he found them sometimes, especially when Claire would bump or brush into him, or when her mother would accidentally get a little too close. 

Claire also knew about his kink; the giantess fetish. He had gotten careless one day and left a browser open and she ended up digging around, coming across the websites and forums he frequented for giantess and size related things. She just laughed off his embarrassment at the time when he found out what website she was looking at, a certain spark in her amber eyes. 

She started to do certain things after that point, such as making a point to stand over him with her feet on either side of his head so he was forced to look up at her whenever Lloyd would do something on the ground. There was also her ‘accidently’ sitting on him. Needless to say, he often had to hide various hard-ons and she had a great time teasing him. Nothing really came of it, however, in the long run. She’d tease him, get him riled up, and go back to whatever it was they were doing. Yet, the moments where she’d tease him only made it harder to stay away. 

He knew she always laughed at the idea of being able to shrink being possible–a fun fantasy, but nothing more. So, she really was the perfect person to watch him use the watch. Plus, it could be an added assurance in case anything goes wrong. 

If the watch actually worked–he hoped beyond all else that it did. Not only for his wishes, but so that she didn’t have another thing to poke at him about. 

So, when Lloyd found himself knocking on her door shortly after the watch arrived, he was almost bursting with anticipation. 

Claire opened the door with a somewhat surprised smile, dressed casually in a low-cut shirt that cupped her tits perfectly and a pair of tight jeans that highlighted her generous curves. Really, he wasn’t sure if it was his excitement and the way his mind was leaning, but she looked good. It only made this whole thing all the better. 

“Hey,” she greeted with a small, friendly chuckle, “I wasn’t expecting you. Something going on?”

“No, no,” Lloyd replied quickly, “Or–well, I just got something that I think you’ll be really interested in. I had to jump through some hoops to get it, but I figured you’d want to see how it works.”

“Hell yeah. I love surprises,” Claire replied, stepping aside to let him pass by with a curious grin. “If you wanted to wait, my mom’s just out on a jog. Y’know how she is about fitness, never misses a chance to go for a run.” 

“Oh, uh, I don’t think she’ll be interested in it,” Lloyd dismissed, “It’s fine with just me and you.” 

“Okay,” Claire said, sounding a little doubtful before she chuckled again, “What is this thing, then? The more you keep acting like this, the more curious I get.” 

“Well,” Lloyd started, “You know those forums I follow about shrinking devices?”

“Oh, you mean the scam site you follow?” 

“Not all of them are scams,” Lloyd replied, “There’s a few people on there who know their stuff. They can tell what sounds fake and what sounds legit. I got a message and–”

“Please don’t tell me you actually bought some like shrinking pills or something,” Claire interrupted with a short laugh, “...Lloyd, wait. Did you actually buy something?”

“It was leaked from a lab,” he replied, pulling out the box and putting the watch around his wrist, “It was on some place in the dark web, the seller knew a ton about how it works. I think it might work.” 

Claire crossed the short distance from the edge of the kitchen to where Lloyd was standing, pressing herself close to his side with her body brushing close as she pulled his arm toward herself for a moment. She looked hard at the watch on his wrist, a small frown on her face before she raised an eyebrow toward him. 

“Four inches? Is that your ideal size?”

“For the first time,” Lloyd replied with a light shrug. 

Clair let out a small huff before she backed away somewhat so she could lean against the edge of the kitchen table. She spread her arms out at her sides before dropping them back down at her sides to grip the edge of the table. 

“Well, showtime,” she said, “I want to see the expression on your face when you realize you got ripped off.” 

Lloyd huffed at that but otherwise didn’t say anything as he turned his attention to the device strapped to his wrist. For the most part, it truly did just look like a watch. He really could take it anywhere without any questions asked, and if it really worked–he could feel his heart pick up at the thought. Still, he had to make sure he actually got what he paid for. With a somewhat shaking hand, he double checked the watch was set up right before he activated it. The watch lit up with a quick beep, the back of it heating up somewhat. 

He didn’t really notice any change right away until he felt something tingle and surge up his arm. It spread across his back and shoulders, up to his head and then down his spine to his legs. Immediately, he felt dizzy as the world around him seemed to shift. Lloyd couldn’t really make heads or tails of what was happening, a darkness falling over him that he thought he was passing out for a few moments until he realized that some sort of blanket had been thrown over him. His whole body felt like it was vibrating, almost like it was pulling into itself until–suddenly, it stopped. 

He took in a quick gasp of air, appreciating the tingling feeling that quickly ebbed out of him. The blanket was still surrounding him, though. He reached out, realizing that it was all around him, including under his feet. He started to push and climb over the fabric, heading toward the small bit of light he could see just ahead of him. 

After a few moments, as he was nearing the exit, he heard something approaching. Something big, the steps coming closer and closer before they stopped. 

Lloyd pushed himself out of the fabric, instantly recognizing that the ‘blanket’ that had been thrown over him was his shirt, he could see the bits of his belt buckle poking out from under it. He realized somewhat numbly that he was naked. 

Then he saw flesh in front of him. 

It took him a moment to recognize it as the top of a foot, his eyes trailing up two giant pillars of jeaned flesh. He saw the way her huge thighs met just near the crotch of her pants, how they were three times the size he was and how easily she could close them around him and squeeze. He’d disappear completely between them. Lloyd followed his line of sight up her toned stomach to the bottoms of her breasts. Claire was gigantic from where he was standing, barely able to see her head over her large tits as she stood before him. Each breast was big enough that she could easily smother him with each, engulf him in the flesh if she wanted. There had been many nights where Lloyd had thought about Claire at this size, big enough for him to be nothing but a toy to her. That she’d use him in whatever way she pleased, buried in the thick flesh of her thighs or smothered by her breasts. 

Yet, more than anything, he had fantasized about her ass. 

At his normal height, Lloyd found his eyes lingering on her backside as she walked or bent over more times than he wanted to admit. At the moment, however, Claire was facing him so he couldn’t exactly see, but it didn’t take much for his mind to piece that together. He was in awe, standing at four inches tall in a pile of his clothing as Claire stood before him. 

Instantly, he knew his cock was hard and begging for attention, yet he couldn’t take his eyes away from her as she slowly bent over. Claire reached out, a giant hand coming down to grasp him gently as he felt the flesh of her soft palm press against his cock, legs, and torso as she picked him up gently. Lloyd silently begged that she couldn’t feel his erection as she brought him up, up, until he was at eye level with her face. 

“Holy shit, that worked,” she said, sounding like she was making a consensus effort to not shout, but the excitement in her eyes only made him feel more hot as he made a conscious effort not to grind himself into the wall of flesh that was her palm. 

“Can I…?” she asked, Lloyd letting out a small protesting noise as she tilted him this way and that, examining him as if he were some science experiment. “This really isn’t some prank or…”

“I wouldn’t spend a small fortune on a magic trick,” Lloyd commented, Claire letting out a soft chuckle. 

“You’re gonna have to yell, little man. I can’t hear you too well when you mutter at this size…” 

Lloyd took in a breath to try to say something–more like yell it–when Claire got an interesting look in her eye as a small grin touched her lips. 

Instantly, she tilted her hand somewhat so Lloyd was forced to lean against her fingers with nowhere to look but down. He was expecting to see the ground, yet he found himself staring into the valley that made up her cleavage at this height. She was holding him just above her breasts, which swelled and fell gently with her even breathing. He could see that the bra she was wearing had slipped down some, revealing a bit of nipple that peaked out as she dangled him there for a few moments. 

“You really weren’t joking about the giantess thing,” she commented, shifting so her fingers could gently squeeze his cock between them. 

He groaned, Claire letting out another huff as she rolled her fingers together, making sure to shift enough that her tits bounced invitingly before she flipped him back over in her palm with a laugh. It was loud in his ears, genuine, as she brushed her thumb against his cock as she looked down at him amusedly. 

“This is really getting you off,” she said, “All this time, you just wanted to get closer and closer to me, huh? Can you even see anything else but me, right now?”

Lloyd could only shake his head, trying his best not to cum at the experience and what she had just put him through. 

“Well,” Claire continued, turning to slowly lower him down onto the surface of the kitchen table, “I’m still trying to process that this even is a thing, yet…actually, this is kind of great. I have an idea. I still have some of my old doll clothes, let me see if I can find something in your size.” 

“Yeah, sure…” Lloyd muttered, his mind still trying to process what had just happened in the last three minutes. 

Claire turned around to gather his clothes on the floor, Lloyd staring at her ass as she swayed it gently. He couldn’t help but wonder what she had planned in store for him, the watch, thankfully, shrinking with him so he could grow back whenever he wanted. (Yet, he really couldn’t seem to find a reason at the moment why he would want to.) Claire stood back up to her full height, glancing over her shoulder at him with a knowing grin and wink before she headed toward her bedroom. 

Lloyd was left standing on the table, his gaze taking in the giant appliances, the metal water bottle behind him towered above him, and the surface of the table that would take a while for him to even walk across. Curious, he turned back around and inched closer to the edge of the table. He glanced down, seeing the table legs and the floor below. He was high up, enough so that he could feel that nauseating sway of vertigo just by looking down at it. 

Shakily, he backed up somewhat before deciding to sit and take in the rest of the house he could see. The living room seemed kilometers away, even more so than any of the other rooms, while the front hall seemed like the towering entrance to a cave. This was only four inches, too, he reminded himself. If he went even smaller, he had no idea how disorienting that experience would be. 

He continued to sit there, swaying a leg against the edge of the table as he waited for Claire to return with the toy clothing she had. Momentarily, he hoped that she wasn’t talking about dresses or something like that, but with how she looked like this she really could do anything she wanted to him. Quite literally, too. He was powerless if she wanted to grab him, stuff him somewhere, he could end up on the floor and stepped on–anything could happen. 

As he was thinking that, there was the somewhat distant sound of the front door being open and shut. 

Lloyd could hear steady footfalls heading in his direction, growing louder and louder until a massive figure stepped through the hall. It was Ellie, Claire’s mother, who stopped for a moment to glance around herself. She was still breathing heavily, the kitchen light reflecting off the sheen of sweat that still covered her. She wore a skin-tight pair of shorts that hugged her gigantic ass, her tanned legs seeming to go on forever at her size. Her sport-shirt sat tightly against her huge tits, much bigger than Claire’s. Lloyd knew that she was too old for him, but he could admit that she was a picture perfect example of a MILF. 

“Claire!” she called out, wiping a hand across her forehead as she waited for an answer. 

In the other room, Claire was digging into her closet, too focused on trying to remember where she had put a box of dolls from her childhood. So, her mother got no response. It just left Ellie and Lloyd, who was currently sitting on the edge of the table while being only just smaller than a doll. 

“Must be busy,” Ellie said to herself, finally turning toward the kitchen. 

Lloyd was expecting her to stop, her eyes to grow wide and he’d have to explain why he was sitting, tiny and naked, on her kitchen table. Yet, Ellie seemed to be focused on something else as she let out a heavy breath. 

“There it is–always manage to forget it,” she commented to herself, finally starting to walk toward the kitchen. 

Ellie almost seemed like she was growing as she came closer, her steps quick and yet to Lloyd it might as well have been happening in slow motion. He watched as she approached, tits bouncing subtly in her tight shirt as she walked, hips swaying as Ellie seemed to still be high off her recent run. She drew closer and closer, Lloyd not being able to move as she seemed to not notice him at all as she continued to walk right up to the table. He started to lift his gaze, Ellie’s shorts almost taking up most of his field of vision as she stopped just before the table. 

He could see where her shorts, already tight and clinging to her skin, rode up in her crotch area. It gave him a good view of the impression of her pussy lips through the fabric, which he was small enough to slip his whole head into. He looked up her body to where Ellie’s tits hung as she reached for something toward the middle of the table. All he could see were her tits, obscuring her head completely from view at his current angle. Faintly, he could smell some fresh sweat on her from the run before Ellie straightened back up. 

She had the metal water bottle he saw from before in her hands, Floyd watching her flip it open before she turned around. He looked up as he saw Ellie’s ass hanging over him, her shorts hugging them tightly and dipping somewhat from where one of her cheeks caught the fabric. The action itself wasn’t slow, but to Lloyd he could see her ass descended upon him as if waiting for some giant rock to make an impact against the earth. Her ass grew bigger and bigger in his field of vision, soon the expanse of black fabric that covered it was all he could see as finally she sat down. 

Lloyd was instantly smothered by what felt like an endless expanse of flesh, where he could feel every movement and twitch of her body. Ellie sat on him just so that his body was curled somewhat into her ass crack. All he could smell was sweat, her ass, her. All he could see was her. All he could feel was her flesh molding around him as he was crushed under the weight of her ass. The pressure shifted somewhat as she lifted the bottle of water over her head to chug the contents, which only squeezed Lloyd between her cheeks. He couldn’t help it, she kept moving and every little twitch and adjustment just rubbed against him. He was hard as a rock again and throbbing, Ellie’s ass surrounding him completely only stimulating him more. Lloyd took in a gasp, nose and mouth brushing against the rough material of her shorts as he let out a shout. He came hard, his cum shooting up his chest and onto the fabric currently smothering him. His load shot out in thick squirts, Lloyd not being able to even rub his hips against her as her ass kept him pinned down to the table. 

Above him, Ellie placed the water bottle down as she scrolled through a small forum she frequented. It was mostly a single mother’s advice board, but sometimes people posted about their recent adventures in dating. In particular, the nsfw marked posts were popular. She saw one posted recently, clicking it open as she scrolled through a woman’s account of how she recently had some of the best sex in her life since getting divorced. Raunchy detail, too. It was going to get taken down, Ellie knew it, which was all the better that she read through it while it was still up. She couldn’t help but feel her pussy start to throb as the images that played out in her head started to get more and more graphic. 

She shifted her seating, unawarely rolling Lloyd a little further under her ass. In her haze, Ellie didn’t fully acknowledge that she was sitting on something, but it brushed somewhat over sensitive areas and she couldn’t help but rock herself back and forth over it. Lloyd was rolled around under her, her ass pressing down on him, the smell of sex starting to mingle with the smell of drying sweat as Ellie absentmindedly pleasured herself with him for a few moments before her mind caught up. 

Thinking that it was probably a pen or something, she stood and turned around to see something else entirely. Lloyd lay on the table, finally able to get in a full lungful of air as Ellie curiously looked down at him. He really didn’t have the energy to move when she reached out to grab him. He was stained with his own cum, which leaked down his chest and was smeared around his hips. He was expecting Ellie to say his name, scream or freak out, yet she just turned him curiously somewhat in her palm. 

“What is this?” she asked around a short huff, “Some sort of doll? Well, not a lot of dolls with dicks, but…Oh. Is this one of Claire’s sex toys? She swears they get more and more advanced as the years go on…” 

She dangled Lloyd between her fingers, looking over him amusedly. “This one almost looks like Lloyd…what the hell is all this?” 

She swiped one of her huge fingers over Lloyd’s cock, taking some of his cum off it before she lifted her finger to her mouth to lick it off. Ellie’s brows furrowed as she tasted it before letting out a loud laugh, almost disbelieving. 

“That tastes like cum,” she remarked, “Damn. That’s some impressive technology. Did it come from me sitting on it? That’s neat…” 

Lloyd watched as her face got closer, her mouth parting as her tongue lulled out. She licked hard against his cock, dragging the top of it against him. The warm sensation of her spit and each taste bud shot surges of pleasure right through his body as he tensed with a small gasp, Lloyd only able to see the dark cavern of her mouth before Ellie closed it again with a grin. 

“I wonder…” she muttered, taking a curious glance around before opening her mouth again. 

Lloyd was placed against her bottom lip, teeth digging against his back as Ellie closed her lips around him so his lower half was in her mouth. He felt her tongue assault him, running up and down his legs, using it to roll him around as if his lower half was a sucker. Her tongue brushed relentlessly against his cock, each long, agonizing lick bringing him all the closer to climaxing again. Ellie hummed amusedly, the vibrations shaking him to the bone as she continued to lick at him. 

Finally, she dropped her tongue away and Lloyd watched as her cheeks hollowed somewhat, the pressure of her sucking pulling his blood to his lower half. The pressure on his cock was indescribable, Lloyd cumming hard into Ellie’s giant mouth as she lightly sucked and teased his cock a few moments before pulling him from her mouth with a wet ‘pop.’ 

“That’s so…different. I’ve been looking everywhere for a decent toy. I wonder what else it can do, it’s certainly big enough to be of other uses…”

Lloyd lay limp in her palm, spent, yet his mind was alight with the thoughts her comment stirred up. He was big enough, that was for sure. If her mouth felt like that, her pussy clenching around him would be pure bliss. Claire still lingered at the back of his mind, but with the lust that darkened her mother’s gaze, he wanted more than anything for her to use him as she liked. He watched her smile as her fingers closed around him. 

“Claire won’t miss this for an hour or two, I think.” 

Ellie looked down at him in her palm like he was a piece of candy she had been thinking about all day. 

There was a hunger in her gaze that Lloyd couldn’t help but almost shiver under, Claire’s mother massive in front of him as he was only the size of a small doll in her hand. Really, she only seemed to regard him as a doll. Even as she lifted him up toward her face again, dangling him between her fingers as she looked him over with something close to amusement. The whole experience left him exhausted and almost too overwhelmed to do more than stare back into her giant, gorgeous face. 

“...This thing really does kind of look like him,” she muttered, running her thumb over his naked body in curiosity as that lust darkened her gaze again, “That’ll help in the long run…” 

Lloyd watched as she shifted, pulling the tight shirt open somewhat as his gaze dropped downward. Ellie shoved him under her shirt, warm and soft skin enveloping him as she shoved him into the cleavage of her breasts. A bit of darkness fell over Lloyd as her hand pulled away, leaving him pinned between the two massive globes of flesh. He was pressed up to his shoulders between her tits, their weight and the bra holding them kept him from being able to move much. Still, the smell of sweat and the dampness that clung to both Ellie’s and Lloyd’s skin reminded him of what she had just returned from doing. 

As if following that line of thought, Lloyd’s world started to move. It was almost chaotic for a few moments, Ellie’s voice vibrating lightly against him through her chest as she spoke to herself about taking a shower. Yet, each step she took made her chest subtly bounce and sway. At a normal height, it may not have been too noticeable as Ellie moved at a normal pace toward the master bedroom upstairs. To Lloyd at his current size, however, he could almost feel the impact of every step and movement. Her breasts bumped and rubbed against him as she walked, the slight bouncing of her steps pushing him inch by inch further into her cleavage. He couldn’t help but notice the way the soft flesh of her tits rubbed against his whole body, almost torturous as he wasn’t able to move as his cock was softly brushed over and over. 

Ellie quickly took the short set of stairs up to the second story, Lloyd almost losing himself as her tits bounced and rolled him down further into the hot space that was her cleavage. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, he was almost stuffed completely between her breasts. All he could see was the fabric of her shirt in front of him and the huge, plush hills of her tits. Ellie was all he could smell, too, sweat and the remains of body wash mixing together with every quick breath he took. 

“I don’t know where Claire found this toy, but I can already tell it’ll be a new experience,” Ellie muttered to herself, Lloyd pressed close enough to hear her clearly despite her lowered voice, “I can’t even begin to justify the amount of money I’ve spent on shit that just doesn’t do anything for me. I hope this won’t just be another fancy dildo…” 

A part of him didn’t know what to do with the fact, but Ellie talking about him like he was just an object that she was going to use made him sweat and want to squirm. His head filled with the thoughts of what she might have planned for him, how massive her ass had been when she had him pinned under it only made him wonder what it’d look like with him between her thighs. Rendered useless as Ellie shoved him into her aching pussy to satisfy her urges, sitting gigantic above him as she moaned in pleasure, Lloyd only able to see her stomach and the tits that he was currently shoved between. 

He was brought back to the moment as she pulled her shirt off over her head, Lloyd finally allowed to see where he was as Ellie stepped into her bedroom. She turned toward a mirror, pausing in front of it as she looked over her reflection for a few moments. Lloyd could see how her tits strained against her bra, her massive torso in comparison to his current size. Speaking of, he could see himself peeking out of her cleavage. Which Ellie noticed too, a small chuckle escaping her as Lloyd felt her rub a finger against the back of his head. 

She hummed a small sound, her hands moving down to cup her tits through her bra. 

“You’re so tiny…” she mused, Lloyd feeling her hands pushing her tits closer together, squeezing him further into her cleavage. “You want to get buried in these tits? Just squeeze them together and you could disappear right down between them. Keep you in there while I jog–heh, I think I’m starting to like this tiny guy thing.”

Lloyd couldn’t say or do anything as she pressed her breasts together, slowly at first as the flesh rolled over him, cupping up over his shoulders and pressing against his face. Then, she released them somewhat, letting him take a breath in before she let out a small moan and pressed them together again, almost completely smothering him in the flesh as she played with herself somewhat. He could feel her tits rubbing against him, hot and solid, yet soft and smooth at the same time. Again and again, hearing her fast heartbeat in his ears as she squeezed him again before releasing her breasts with a small bounce. 

He couldn’t really help himself, Lloyd’s cock throbbing and fully erect again as she pressed her tits together again. As Ellie’s tits started to smother him again, pressing against his head again, his cock gave a final throb before he came again with a muffled cry against the massive flesh around him. His cum coated his chest and the flesh of her tits, Ellie releasing her breasts again with another short chuckle as Lloyd allowed his orgasm to wash over him somewhat. 

With a small hum, Ellie pulled him from her cleavage as he barely had the energy to move again. 

“Damn, again?” she asked him rhetorically, “This thing has to run out eventually, right?” 

Yes. Yes, he definitely would. He was already overwhelmed and overstimulated, yet one look at her massive, half-naked body and his protests died down pretty quick. Which was what had him not fighting back much as Ellie brought him up to her face again, feeling her tongue slip under him before she pulled him into her mouth. Up to his neck, at least. Lloyd was pinned between her lips as her tongue ran over him again, sucking and licking at his body again as he tried not to squirm at the assault of sensations that hit him. Ellie only did so for a few moments, but for Lloyd it felt like hours as he could feel himself getting worked up again. 

Yet, she pulled him out of her mouth before he could cum again, the air cold on his skin as he was coated in her spit. 

“God, I missed that taste…” she commented to herself. 

Ellie placed Lloyd down at the edge of her bed, the softness of her comforter giving him a bit of relief as he still couldn’t bring his limbs to move again just yet. 

He watched as she rose up to her full height again, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. Lloyd could only watch as she bore her chest to him. Claire’s mother had always been…well endowed, yet at his shrunken size he knew he was dwarfed by only one of her breasts. Ellie sighed lightly, rolling her shoulders somewhat before she glanced down at herself. Lloyd watched as she dragged a finger between her breasts where some of his remaining cum still was, sticking her finger in her mouth before she turned. 

Ellie bent over, pulling down her shorts and panties as Lloyd finally got a view of her naked body. Never once did he think he’d be seeing her like this, yet with Ellie towering over him, her already glistening pussy big enough to easily engulf him and the memory of how helpless he was under her ass before was almost overwhelming. Yet, his eyes trailed down further as Ellie bent down to remove the last of her clothing, her ass cheeks parting somewhat to reveal a sort of black object inside her anus. A butt-plug, he realized. 

Raising back up, Ellie let out another hum as she reached behind her, shifting somewhat as she removed the toy from herself with a small, pleased moan. 

“Fuck, that feels amazing while on a run…” she muttered with a light chuckle, turning somewhat so she was fully facing Lloyd. 

He watched as she looked down at him, the toy still in her hand. Her gaze flickered over him, then to the toy, before she couldn’t help but bite down on her lip to hold back the grin that threatened to cross her face. Ellie bent down somewhat, placing the toy beside Lloyd on the bed. Though, he really didn’t have much time to process that, nor how the toy itself wasn’t all that bigger than he was. Ellie scooped him up again, but didn’t bring him up to her face or chest again like he was expecting. 

Instead, she lowered him to press against one of her ass cheeks. Lloyd was pressed hard against the wall of flesh, realizing how little her shorts hid from when she had sat on him a couple minutes earlier. He did struggle a little lightly at how hard she pressed him against her ass, before letting out another chuckle. 

“Oh, I wonder how little Lloyd-y would feel inside my ass while I went for a run…” she mused, dragging Lloyd’s body across the flesh of her cheek. “Pressed between, or inside…?”

Ellie inserted Lloyd between her ass cheeks, the flesh pressing in around him as the smell of her sweat and ass was overpowering for a few moments. Yet, he felt himself rubbed up against a somewhat rough surface, his hard cock slipping easily into the opening. While he wasn’t big enough to stretch it any, it did create enough friction as Ellie repeatedly pushed him against her asshole. The sensation was enough to build up another orgasm, Lloyd letting out another strained, oversensitive yell as he came. He wondered if the watch was letting him cum so much, though it certainly didn’t make the sensitivity any less a problem. With a few more pumps of Ellie pushing her fingertips against his back, she finally pulled him out of her ass cheeks with a light chuckle. 

“I can worry about that tomorrow,” she commented to herself, Lloyd resting limply in her hand as she brought him back around to her front again. Ellie grinned at him, excitement reflecting her gaze as she brought him back up to her face. “Right now, I need a shower…and to not be interrupted by my daughter. Though…I guess I better get rid of this, I don't want anything to get scratched up in there…” 

Grabbing his arm between two fingers, Ellie managed to remove his watch with relative ease. Lloyd could feel some anxiety sink into him when he realized that he may never find that again, especially as she dropped it down on the bed next to the butt-plug. Yet, he was currently powerless to really do anything as she turned to take him into the bathroom. 

Lloyd sat on the shower rack next to a loofa as Ellie went about turning the shower on. 

It was a sight to behold, really. The rack had him at calf height, giving him a very generous view of her massive thighs, her torso and breasts as Ellie started to wet herself under the water. She would turn slightly every now and then, letting him see her ass before she’d turn again and the view of her head was obscured by her pussy and tits. In the back of his mind, he knew this was a dangerous place to be in. He wasn’t sure how indestructible he was–she had sat on him, so there may have been some added strength to him from the watch. With it off, now, he wasn’t sure. A fall from the place he was sitting to the shower floor could kill him. Yet, he couldn’t really dwell on that as he found himself continually overwhelmed by the sight of the goddess that was Ellie before him. 

All the little, rambling posts about fantasies and art did not do the real thing justice. The helplessness at his size was something that he found only added to the experience. To be used. To be nothing more than a toy–and he knew that she just thought that he was a toy that happened to look a lot like him. 

He didn’t really care. Lloyd watched as Ellie rubbed soap around her body–down her arms, across her chest, under her tits, leaving lathered soap across her skin as she dropped the loofa down to wash at her legs and thighs. Lloyd watched as she placed the wet cloth down beside him again, wrapping her fingers around him as she pulled him from where she had placed him. The water made it a little harder to grasp onto her skin, but thankfully Ellie seemed to have a good grip on him. She sighed as she pressed Lloyd against her stomach, the water soaking him as the smell of body wash assaulted his nose and mouth as he got some of the water from her body in his mouth when he gasped to take in some more air. 

Ellie dragged Lloyd up, his body slick with water and soap as he was brought back up to her face. 

“I think I built myself up too much…” she muttered, that hunger and lust in her gaze leaving Lloyd just as speechless as he had been the whole time. “I…” she trailed off with a soft huff, “Why do I like the idea of using Lloyd as a dildo so much?” 

With her explicit intention said outright like that, Lloyd couldn’t help the flush of heat that washed over him. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, cock erect again as Ellie let out a small noise from the back of her throat, shaking her head. 

“Fuck it, I can’t play around anymore. I need this so bad…” she muttered, Lloyd barely having time to register the words before he was lowered down her body. 

Ellie shifted back against the shower wall, spreading her legs as Lloyd was lowered down between them. He watched as she reached down, parting her pussy with two of her fingers. He was brought up toward the fleshy opening, Ellie shifting a little more so she opened up a little more as he was finally pressed against her folds. She pushed him inside, Lloyd's vision going dark as he was pushed into her pussy as he heard Ellie moan lightly above him. Her walls fluttered lightly around his head and shoulders, Ellie pulling him out somewhat before pushing him in deeper, before pulling back out to push him in again. She repeated the motion a few times, her pussy taking him in more and more as she did so. Eventually, his body was surrounded by her slick walls with just his legs still sticking out of the opening that Ellie was using to thrust him in and out of her. 

“Oh, fuck…” Ellie moaned, head back against the wall of the shower as she pushed his body into her at a faster rate, rocking her hips into her motions as more moans escaped her. 

Inside, Lloyd was in heavy. The smell of her sex was completely around him, velvety walls hugging against him as he was dragged back and forth along them as he could hear Ellie’s muffled moans. He tried his best to let her do what she wanted, to let himself be used as a toy. Nothing more than something she could fuck herself with. Yet, he could feel the way her pussy fluttered at points, the slick that surrounded him coming at him more and more as her moans and curses became more frequent. 

Feeling a little more energetic, Lloyd eventually started to move, using his arms to push against her walls when she’d push him back into her. At the movement, Ellie stilled for a moment with a gasp and sharp moan, pushing him deeper into her as she brought a hand down to rub circles against her clit. 

“There’s an on switch!?” she asked out loud with a breathless huff, “Oh, god. Yes. Fuck, that feels…fuck, that feels amazing.” 

Lloyd moved his arms and tried to twist his body in time with Ellie’s movements, hearing her cry out all the more when he hit a certain spot. It was a little rougher, a different texture than the rest of her pussy, but Ellie kept pushing him up against it. He rubbed himself against the spot, much to Ellie’s pleasure as she kept thrusting him into her as she focused on the building warmth low in her gut. Lloyd could feel his arms starting to grow tired at being pulled and pushed as her pussy gripped at him when she would pull him back, and pushing his arms back out when Ellie would shove him back inside. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long until Ellie’s movements became more insistent, rubbing him back and forth hard against a particular part of her pussy as Lloyd continued to move himself. With a cry, Ellie’s pussy tightened around him, the muscles gripping at the majority of his body as a rush of fluid washed over him as she came. He lay inside her as he could feel her walls clench and flutter around him, not even hearing the new voice from the other room as Ellie rested against the back of the shower with him still inside her. 

A few minutes earlier, Claire finally pulled a specific box from her closet that held the clothes she was looking for. That took way longer than she had been expecting, letting out an exasperated ‘finally’ as she dug around a little in a box to find a usable outfit for Lloyd. She really hadn’t meant to leave him sitting out on the kitchen table for such a long time, but she didn’t know that her childhood stuff would be buried under so many other boxes. With a relieved sigh, she rose back up to her feet as she put the box back into the closet. 

Claire took a small detour to the downstairs bathroom, making a point to wash her face and freshen up a little for whatever was coming. She knew Lloyd had this whole giantess fetish for a long while, and she wanted to make sure it was pleasurable as possible for him. 

With an outfit from one of her Ken dolls, Claire wandered back out toward the kitchen with an amused chuckle. 

“Sorry, little guy,” she said, approaching the table, “I had no idea that all my stuff was buried so deep in that closet, but…uh…” 

Lloyd was gone. Claire paused, looking down at the space she had left him standing on. She reached out to pull her mother’s water bottle aside in case he went exploring on the table a bit, but she found no sign of him. 

“Lloyd?” she called out, stepping back to look around on the floor for a few moments, “Where the hell’d he…?”

She paused when she heard a sound from upstairs, Claire’s brow furrowing as she looked toward the stairs. Has her mom come back? She didn’t even hear her. If she found Lloyd, she figured she would have tried to look for her since it was such an odd sight. Still, Claire carefully headed upstairs, looking around the landing. Her mother’s door was ajar, the bathroom door closed. 

“Mom?” Claire called out, walking toward the bedroom. “You home?”

Claire noted that she could hear the shower in the bathroom, figuring her mother was taking a quick shower. She probably hadn’t found Lloyd, then. A part of her knew that it was likely he was still downstairs, but she really wanted to make sure he didn’t somehow make it upstairs while she was digging around in her closet. Watching where she stepped and her eyes scanning over the tops of her mother’s dresser, Claire took in the sight of her mother’s discarded clothing on the floor, and the–ugh–the toy on her bed, and…

Lloyd’s little watch. Claire had nearly missed it, but she recognized the display, even at its tiny size. If that was in her mother’s room, then…

“Oh…Oh, God.” 

It was finally the night she had been waiting for. 

Usually, she would dread something like this, considering how much she loathed interacting with the elites of her city. Not an ounce of genuine compassion or empty within the whole crowd in a place like this, and it was exhausting to deal with. Freya had tried to talk some reason into some of them, to introduce some tax cuts, some labor reforms or anything that wasn’t bleeding those lesser than them. Usually, she was met with some scoffs if not outright mockery. 

Most of them seemed more than happy to crush those lesser than them under their heels. 

A small grin crossed her lips at the thought, at the irony of what likely was happening inside the building in comparison to a thought like that. Freya was much more of a hands-on teacher than an influencer at parties like this. 

She sat in her car, an elegant and form-fitting dress hugging closely to her curves. Freya had her hair up that night, mostly to keep it out of the way. With a small sigh, she pulled one of her gloves back to reveal a watch, looking at the time there for a few moments before she decided it had been more than enough time for things to settle. With a small pit of excitement in her gut, she opened the car door and stepped outside. 

There were a number of luxury cars in the driveway up to the manor–she had certainly seen more at the various galas she had been to over her lifetime. Yet, this gathering saw a little more exclusivity. ‘Everybody who was Somebody,’ really. The manor was lit up for the night, the front doors open and the main hall looked bright, inviting, and extravagant. Yet, the building seemed oddly quiet–no music, no sound of chatter coming from the ballroom. There was nobody outside taking a cigarette break or meeting with a business partner, secret lover, or anything to suggest that anybody had arrived outside of herself. 

Outside of all the vacant cars.

Despite the scene being somewhat off-putting in description, Freya was excited. This was good–expected, even. 

With a small grin on her face, she made her way up the front steps toward the open door, the back of her long, black dress tickling at her heels as she did so. She made her way down one of the various hallways, walking as if she owned the place and knew exactly what she was doing. It was still silent outside of the sound of her heels on the floor, Freya finally turned down the last brightly lit hallway leading to the ballroom. As she approached the closed doors, one of them opened slowly. 

A young woman peered outside, dressed in the familiar uniform of the hired staff that ran the day-to-day at the manor. She stepped outside, gently closing the door behind her as she approached Freya, hands folded in front of her. 

“I’m glad you could make it, miss,” she replied with a small grin–genuine, given their previous correspondence before the party. 

An exhausted waitress forced to work for people who looked down at her, yet hurled sexual abuse and harassment at her. It had been fairly easy to recruit her to Freya’s idea in the end. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Freya replied with a small chuckle. “Everybody got a taste of the wine?” 

“They did and they should all be ready for you in there,” she replied with a nod, “I sent the rest of the staff home, so you shouldn’t be disturbed.” 

“Great–thank you so much,” Freya replied, giving the other woman a beaming smile–yet, it was unmistakable that she had a bit of an edge to the grin. A tightness in her chest, a stirring in her gut. She knew this night would be everything she hoped for. “Take the rest of the night off. Call that contact I told you about, they should help you find some more work.” 

“Of course,” she replied with a small bow of her head, the touch of a grin on her face, “Enjoy your night.” 

“I plan to.” 

Once the other woman had turned around and started to walk down the hall Freya had just walked down, Freya took in a deep breath before she turned toward the doors. With the same confidence she had worn all night, she pushed open the doors with a small flourish.

“Oh, god!”

David Barett groaned lowly in the back of his throat, his head hurting something terrible. It felt like a hangover, yet in the back of his mind, he knew he hadn’t drunk nearly enough to cause that. His last memory was welcoming another high-profile CEO into the party, walking back to his table to take a healthy swig from the wine that was waiting for him. There had been some talking, his table especially asking where Freya was as her seat still remained empty, people drinking from the glasses that had been passed around. David could recall that, as he went in for another sip, he struggled to organize his thoughts as a strange sensation washed over his body. 

Now, he was waking up somewhere and he was…soaked. He could feel something had leaked into the back of his jacket and it soaked his hair. It smelled heavily of wine, and yet he couldn’t really follow that thought down too far when he felt someone almost fall on top of him, hands gripping onto his shoulders. 

“David, wake up!” The familiar voice of his wife, Nina. “Wake the fuck up–please!” 

With a harsh smack to his face, David’s eyes flew open as he groaned against the bright lights that greeted him. He could feel Nina grip his shoulders again as he sat up, pressing a hand over his eyes with a groan. 

“What–?”

“Oh, god. I don’t–David, I don’t know–” Nina gasped out, sounding like she was in an absolute panic. Finally, David’s eyes adjusted so he could properly see her terrified face, blue eyes wide as she searched his face as if looking for some sort of answer. 

Slowly, David started to take in the area around them–they seemed to be on some sort of white expanse; it took him a few moments to recognize that the giant structure a few steps to his left was a table centrepiece–candle still burning and everything. It towered above him like some sort of lookout, and the opaque structures in the distance that stood a good couple of heads above him were wine glasses. He looked up with a shaky breath, the ceiling of the ballroom looking as vast and unfathomable as the sky. 

Gingerly, he gathered himself to a stand, his wife grasping tightly to his arm as she sobbed openly in fear. He glanced behind himself to see one of the wine glasses had knocked over, spilling the last of the contents onto the table where he had been lying. 

“Nina!” a shrill voice called out, an older woman rushing over to pull the terrified woman into her arms. Her mother, who cried and tried to shush her daughter’s sobbing at the same time while her husband came walking up behind her, looking as stunned and horrified as David felt. 

“How did this happen?” David asked, mostly aloud to himself as the three other people at the table didn’t make any move to acknowledge or attempt to answer him. 

Suddenly, he heard a loud noise in the distance, seeing the doors to the ballroom opening to allow someone to walk in. Freya walked almost leisurely into the room, shedding the jacket she wore to drape it unceremoniously over the back of a seemingly empty chair before she continued to walk toward the table. She wore a low-cut dress in a style that she was known for, not exposing too much of herself but it gave David enough of an impression of her body under it. He had been trying in vain to give in to his advances and take up an affair with him–Nina had become increasingly distant with him so he was convinced she was seeing someone on the side too. 

He didn’t have much luck. 

Yet, the sight before him was stunning in a way that terrified him. Freya walked closer and closer, almost growing larger and larger until she was a towering form above them all. As she pulled her gloves off, tossing them down into the seat he had been sitting in previously, David became aware that he barely made it to the middle of her index finger in height. Nina’s mother dropped to her knees, pulling her daughter down with her as Nina looked up at the gigantic woman with her jaw slack. 

With a sigh, Freya sat in the chair in front of the four tiny people, David wondering for a moment if she even noticed them. Yet, her gaze lingered on each of them, a grin crossing her face as she took the scene in. 

“Oh, this worked out so much better than I could’ve thought…” she mused, wetting her lips with her tongue for a moment as she swept her eyes over the terrified people in front of her before it lingered in David. 

“F-Freya…” he started. 

Suddenly, she shifted forward, causing Nina’s mother to shriek again as she planted an elbow on the table, resting a hand under her chin as she shook her head at him. 

“Where’s your usual confidence, David?” she asked, “You have to project your voice; didn’t they teach you that in your public speaking courses?”

“I…” 

“Hey, Nina?” Freya asked suddenly, glancing down at the tiny woman who sat on the table under her massive form, shaking like a leaf. “Did you know your husband has been trying to fuck me since several months ago? I’ve had to turn him down over and over for your sake, even though I knew you tried to do the same with my late husband. Yet, I’m feeling sympathetic to you at the moment, so I’ll keep you for last. Still, you might enjoy seeing this.” 

With a quick ease that David had no time to react to, she plucked him up off the table. David thrashed in her hold, trying to squirm from her hold on him between her thumb and index finger. Yet, he was completely powerless against her, Freya squeezing her fingers around him so tight that he could swear something in his torso almost snapped. 

“Oh, where are my manners, though?” she asked, flipping the tiny man into her palm, “David–lovely party, like usual. Quiet, though. I like the change. Not enough to make me change my mind on anything, but it’s nice. Thanks for inviting me.” 

With a tilt of her hand, she dropped him hard back into the table. The wind was knocked out of David as he landed hard on the surface, yet he didn’t have much time to react before Freya had him pinned down to the table with a finger. 

“Nina, you watching?” she asked with a sadistic grin. 

The woman watched as Freya lowered her free hand, grabbing one of David’s arms with a gentleness between two massive fingers. With a tug, in seconds, she had completely dislocated his shoulder before the force ripped his arm off. David howled in agony as blood spurted from the wound. Nina gagged in horror, a hand clasping over her mouth as Freya let out a small huff. 

“Ah–little too hard,” she commented casually as if she had missed a button on her cellphone. “Let me try this.” 

She brought her thumb down to press over David’s pelvis and legs. Freya started to press down slowly, the pressure making David scream as he could feel his bones straining under the weight. The giant woman above him looked down at him with a concentration he’d never seen on her face before, yet he had never seen the bloodlust in her gaze before too. Yet, he didn’t have the time to expand on that thought when one of his legs snapped under the pressure of her thumb, David screaming again as the pain washed over him, threatening to make him black out. His second leg followed shortly after, shattering as blood leaked out onto the tablecloth. 

With a final sigh, Freya grabbed him up by the torso, his arm and head the only remaining parts of him that weren’t crushed. Before he could comprehend what happened, Freya squeezed tight and closed her hand around him. There was a muffled scream before a series of audible cracks and crunching before she dropped his body back onto the table. David lay in a mess of bones, flesh, and clothing. 

As if finally catching on to the scene in front of her, Nina’s mother started shrieking anew. Freya shot her a look, quickly scooping her up between her fingers. 

“Oh, enough,” Freya grumbled, shifting the older woman into her palm, “Always annoyed the hell out of me.” 

She popped her into her mouth like she was taking a pill, the older woman only having a moment or two to comprehend the dark and wet cavern that she had been dropped into before Freya’s teeth came down to crush her body with a crunch. Freya watched as Nina and her father stared up at her, Freya chewing slowly, the sound of the woman’s bones breaking from within her mouth before she swallowed her with a small sigh. 

“Now, you,” Freya said after a small pause, gesturing toward the older man with a small grin, “Do you remember back in March last year? It was a record profit year for you, so I’m sure you do. Do you remember how you promised your miners updated gear and safety equipment before that horrific cave-in? The families you promised compensation to that never got that money? To get the bodies out that are still trapped down in there? Even when you knew some of them were still alive? No? I do.” 

With an angry grunt, Freya brought her fist down onto his body so hard that the tremors knocked over another wine glass and Nina was knocked off her feet. Lifting her hand, Nina saw the remains of her father being nothing more than a mess of bones and blood against Freya’s skin. 

“Ah, I wanted to do more with him but that case still pisses me off,” she muttered, wiping some of him off her palm before she glanced toward Nina. 

Nina was still on her knees on the table, hands clenched over her mouth as Freya finally set her gaze on her. There was something hard in the giant woman’s gaze, the small grin on her face falling to something a little more neutral as it felt like the reality of the situation started to sink into Nina’s mind. Her husband was an unrecognizable mass of flesh a few feet from her, her mother had been chewed up and swallowed by Freya for simply screaming too much, and her father was reduced to paste under the palm of her hand. 

Almost stumbling to her feet, Nina almost threw herself in the opposite direction of Freya in a hopeless attempt to escape. Considering she was on a tabletop, there was nowhere she could do without suffering a terrible fall that would kill her anyway. Yet, in her panic, that fact didn’t register. She sprinted as hard as she could, legs aching from the strain. 

At her size, however, it was useless. 

Freya’s giant hand came down in front of her, sweeping back until she could pick her up. She grasped the woman in her fist so hard that Nina felt a couple of her rips break, a scream ripping from her throat as Freya brought her back close to her massive face. 

“Poor, sweet, Nina…” she cooed, the tiny woman struggling to breathe as she could do nothing but look up at the giantess. “You’re not so innocent either, are you? No, I have it on good record that you paid off many lawsuits to keep your dear husband out of jail, despite the fact that he should have rightly been there years ago. I guess I saved them the energy to lock him up, considering what’s left of him…” 

She let out a small sigh through her nose, leaning forward somewhat as she looked down at the tiny woman in her fist, resting her elbow on the table. 

“I also know that you really enjoyed playing friend to my face while trying your hardest to get my husband to fuck you,” she continued, giving her a tight grin. “I don’t think I was ever given an explanation as to why you wanted that, so tell me. Go ahead.”

Nina took in a thin breath through the tight constrict the giant woman had around her torso, arms pinned against her sides tightly. She could feel a sharp pain in them, yet the tight hold was cutting off her blood flow. Both her legs and arms felt useless to her. 

“I thought…I thought that…” she started, struggling against the tightening hold Freya had on her. She could feel something in her crack, possibly another rib, Nina screaming at the new wave of pain that caused. 

“Come on, Nina,” Freya stated, voice dangerously low, “Give me the real reason.” 

“He wanted–” Nina was cut off with another tight squeeze, a scream ripping from her. “I thought he was out of your league!”

“There it is,” Freya started with a soft chuckle, Nina’s world shifting as Freya got to her feet. “Look, my relationship with him wasn’t perfect and I don’t regret the divorce, but that really got under my skin. Though…well, if I’d known how to do this earlier, I might have shrunk you down small enough to put in his cock since you wanted it so badly. Maybe you could have been there when he fucked me one last time.” 

With a moment of deliberation, she finally tipped her hand. Nina screamed as she fell, hitting something hard and smooth. She couldn’t move anything but her legs, looking up as Freya looked down at her. She realized that she had been placed in an empty wine glass. 

“Wait right there,” she said before turning and walking off. 

A pair of terrified green eyes stared up at the scene. 

Henry had always been a bit of a heavy drinker, and had often prided himself on being able to stock his home with the best alcohol money could buy. His home was subject to various renovations and expansions as his company sucked in more cash on the poor housing complexes he ‘funded.’ When he drank, he often did so to excess and made sure those kind enough to host him had to have extra bottles on hand. 

Luckily, he hadn’t drunk a whole bottle of wine, but he certainly had more than one glass. 

So, when he woke up on the floor, being nearly small enough to match the bits of dirt that fell from his own shoes, it was clear something had gone terribly wrong. When Freya had walked in, he had watched as she busied herself with David’s table and Henry tried to make it to the far doors to escape a similar fate. He had been running for such a long time, the shiny floor seeming to stretch on forever and the far doors only seemed further away than they ever were. 

He was a mess, blonde hair falling in his face as his suit jacket had been abandoned a while back, sweat soaking through his clothing. 

Henry struggled to hear exactly what was happening, yet the thuds that came from the distance, only getting closer pushed a sense of panic up in him. He could feel the burning in his legs as he ran, almost feeling like jello as those thuds got closer and closer. As panic seized him, his legs gave out on the floor's smooth surface. 

He fell, landing hard on the ground as he quickly rolled over to sit up. That was a mistake, as he saw what was causing those thuds. 

Freya had turned away from the table and started to walk right toward him. She was a titan at his size, Henry froze on the floor as sheer terror overtook him as he watched her get closer and closer. Bigger and bigger, the impact of her footfalls shaking the floor around him as each foot came down. She was rapidly getting closer, Henry having to crane his neck even to see her face as she got closer and closer. He was only somewhat bigger than the bottom lining of her heels, the tip of the shoe dwarfing him in sheer size as it got closer and closer. 

Henry couldn’t even see her face anymore, Freya was completely impassive as she hadn’t even noticed him or seen him there. All he could see was the bottom of her chin, the slope of the underside of her breasts and–

Her shoe came down, crushing Henry instantly as she made her way toward the table with some untouched drinks. Completely oblivious to the small mass of blood and bone that was stuck to the front of her left heel. 

She finally made her way to the table, pondering over a couple of bottles before she pulled out a bottle of white wine with a mild shrug. Despite the small snack she had made of Nina’s mother, she was still drinking on a mostly empty stomach. Which…well, she could remedy it. With another small, sadistic, grin, she turned around and made her way back toward the table. Nina still lay on the bottom of the wine glass, looking like she was about to pass out as Freya noticed some of the other people trying to escape by climbing down the tablecloth. 

Freya placed the bottle down on the table, rolling her eyes before scooping up the four other people. She looked down at them in her hand, squinting somewhat as she tried to recognize some of the faces that stared back up at her. 

“Oh!” she exclaimed with a small chuckle, “Right, you’re the Greene family. Michael, Greta…young Sammy–not so little anymore, I guess. Just the right age to inherit the family business, right? And the eldest, Trevor…surprising you weren’t first in line for that title. You guys have always had a little interesting family.”

“Freya!” Michael called up, “Look, just–just let the wine get outta our systems. I can pay you! How much do–”

“You never did listen much, Michael,” Freya commented coldly, plucking him out of her palm with two fingers and dropping him into the wine glass with Nina. “Now…hm. Y’know, I really shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. I was going to do something more creative, but I think I’ll have a little more fun with the next table. So…”

With that, she dropped the other three into the glass with Nina, all piled on top of each other and trying to get out of the towering glass walls surrounding them. With a cool indifference, the family stepped on and climbed over each other as she worked to pull the cork from the wine bottle. Freya finally released it with a resounding ‘pop’, the sound chilling everybody in the glass to the bone. 

“Freya, please!” Greta cried as the giant woman moved to bring the bottle to the wine glass, “Don’t do this! We–We can work together! Just make an offer and–”

“Greta, you’re just as bad as your husband. Shut up.” 

With that, Freya tipped the bottle and a torrent of wine came down upon the five people in the glass. Nina lay on the bottom, ignored by the family trying to escape their fate. The others tried to swim, though, despite the burning of the alcohol against their eyes and bodies. Once the glass was half full, Freya placed the bottle back down before sitting down in the chair. 

Sammy was the first to resurface, trying to stay afloat as he watched the glass be lifted up to Freya’s lips. Greta resurfaced in time to watch her youngest son get sucked into Freya’s mouth as she took a small sip of wine. The sound of the wine and her son disappearing down her throat chilled her into silence. Trevor and Michael surfaced next in time for Greta and Trevor to get sucked into Freya’s mouth. The world around Greta was dark, wet and chaotic as she tried to grab onto anything. She managed to grab onto the side of Freya’s tongue to stop her descent, her son managing to avoid being swallowed by holding onto one of her molars. 

Freya hummed a small chuckle, the fading light from her mouth closing again allowing Greta just enough time to watch as she poured more wine into her mouth. Greta heard the disappearing screams of her husband as she gulped him down with the liquid before it seemed like Freya had finished off the last of the wine. Greta had enough time to watch as her teeth made a gory paste of her son. The sound of her chewing and crunching on Trevor’s body was horrifying, a numbness settling over Greta as she watched him turn into guts and bone fragments. Finally, she lost her grip on Freya’s tongue as it worked to remove Trevor’s body from her teeth. 

With a final suck toward the back of her throat, Greta disappeared down the dark abyss of Freya’s throat. 

With a sigh, Freya placed the empty glass down on the table before getting up and heading toward the last table. She took one more curious glance around the table, noting that she had gotten everyone–even Nina, as the glass was empty. She got back up to her feet, turning toward the last table with a small clap of her hands. 

“Let’s finish the night off strong…” 

“Geoff! Hurry, find a way down!”

“There’s no way to get down from the fucking chair!” Geoff screamed back up to his sister, who was leaning down, trying to guide him so he could find a way the family could take down to the floor. 

Yet, unless he wanted to break his bones in the fall, there was no way to get down in the situation he found herself in. Tears were leaking from his eyes–he had particularly shrunk down in size, seeming tiny in comparison to her own mother, who was likely only an inch tall herself. He could feel herself starting to panic, watching as his sister looked up toward something in the distance with a look of horror. 

“Jenny, get me back up there!” Geoff screamed with a sob, knowing that he didn’t want to be stuck in a chair if Freya decided to sit there. “Mom! Dad! Please!” 

Jenny disappeared from the edge of the table as a shadow appeared over Geoff. He heard the jacket that Freya placed on the chair he was standing near the back of being pulled off the back, the giant woman folding it and tossing it onto the chair next to the one Geoff was currently trapped on.

“If any of you use that to escape, I’ll just kill you. I want this to be fun…” Freya started, turning to slip around the chair. Geoff yelled as the massive woman’s legs settled toward the side of the chair. 

Though Freya paused, her gaze focused on Geoff after a moment as the tiny man stared up at her. She let out a small huff, tilting her head. 

“I knew your family was missing someone up there,” she commented, “Though, I just warned you. So…”

With a sigh, she turned, Geoff watching as her ass descended down toward him. It was massive at his size, blotting out all he could see until she landed on the seat with a small thud, Geoff was reduced to nothing but a stain on the back of her black dress. Freya smiled at the family with a sigh as she readjusted herself in the seat, highlighting what she had just done before propping a leg up on her knee. 

“These heels are great, but they kill me you know…” she said, pulling one of her shoes off and placing it down in the vacant chair. She rubbed somewhat at the bottom of her foot before glancing back toward the family. 

She seemed to pause, watching as the three of them watched her in shock and horror. The wife was clinging to her husband's back, hiding as she sobbed. The daughter looked up at her with a sort of awe, another small grin spreading across her face. She had such massive power in her hands alone, with her size compared to their own. 

“Change of plan,” she muttered, scooping up the family despite them trying to fight back before placing them down on the floor in front of her bare foot. 

“Jenny,” she stated, making the young woman freeze and look up at the gigantic figure that was Freya as she removed her last heel. 

“I heard you’re a really good rock climber, right?” she asked, tilting her head. “Tell you what, if I set a timer on my phone for a minute…if you can climb up my leg to my knee in that time, I’ll consider letting your family go.” 

“You can’t be serious!” the older man shouted, Freya leaned down to rest her arm on her knee, giving them a generous view of her chest as she snarled. 

“Very. Don’t play around with me, I know about your fucking loan sharks–everything’s timed with you, so this should be no different.” 

“Do you promise?” Jenny demanded. 

“Yes,” Freya stated, “You and your mother can go if you win. I’ll consider your father.” 

“Fine,” Jenny yelled, “You goddamn monster!” 

“I dunno, I’ve heard your lovely paid visits to the villas you have that you got with daddy’s money. How many families do you think got fucked over for that? Now, c’mon.” 

Freya leaned back, reaching into her dress to pull out her phone before starting a timer. “Alright, go on.” 

Jenny took off, throwing herself onto Freya’s massive foot before climbing up the top of it toward her bare shin. She jumped, throwing herself against the woman’s leg but couldn’t find much to hold onto as she tumbled back down onto her foot again. Her skin was incredibly smooth and soft. She could hold onto it, but it would be like pushing a rock up a hill as she’d sweat and start to slip again. Still, she tried her best again, climbing somewhat up the massive pillar of flesh as Freya watched on curiously from above. 

She was keeping her leg still–small fairness, despite everything. Really, she knew how this was going to end. 

“Thirty seconds…” Freya warned after a few moments as Jenny lost her grip somewhat again, struggling to find purchase against her skin as her arms were coated with sweat, her legs wrapped around whatever expanse of skin she could find. 

It was hopeless, and she was trapped in a losing game. 

“Ten seconds…” Freya warned, tilting her head, “five…”

Jenny knew it was over, yet she still tried, arms shaking as she heard the ringing of the alarm from way up above her. 

“Time’s up!” Freya called out. 

Instantly, her hand came down with a hard slap against her leg, crushing Jenny under her palm. Her mother screamed as her daughter was reduced to a red spot on her leg. Wiping off her hand, she looked down at the two final guests with a cold look on her face. 

“The world’s a better place without you bastards in it,” she said, standing up to her massive height. 

She brought her bare foot down hard on the remaining old woman, killing her instantly. Yet, she braced herself somewhat on the table as she brought her foot up above the last man standing. He fell to his knees, watching as her foot slowly came down. Freya pressed down against him slowly, pinning him to the hard floor with her big toe. She brought the pressure down, the man crying out as he felt his bones starting to break, the pressure mounting until, finally, Freya brought her toe down completely. 

With a light moan, she threw her head back with a chuckle. Finally. 

She had dreamed of this night, how it would play out. Sometimes it was just regular murder, jail be damned, sometimes, it was rendering them all so powerless that they would finally feel the weight of the world pushing down on them. With the last person crushed under her foot, Freya finally felt free. 

With a sigh, she tucked her feet back in her heels before grabbing her jacket. The cars would be an issue, but she knew someone who could take care of it. With most of the city's elites destroyed, and the most recent threat of the Greene family all digesting in her stomach, she knew things actually had a chance of changing. 

Yet, she knew she would never find a similar high like this again. 

Lloyd was in heaven. Truly. He had either been crushed under her ass on the kitchen table and died, or this actually happened.

He lay inside Ellie’s pussy as the effects of her orgasm started to slow somewhat, the muscle spasms making her flutter around him somewhat, but the tight squeezing had passed. At the moment, he couldn’t quite remember what sex was like when he wasn’t small enough to be used like a sex toy, yet nothing could compare to this. Being drenched in Ellie’s juices, her sex being the only thing he could smell or taste as he was aware that she could easily shove him inside her. Keep him shoved into her pussy, Lloyd only existing to give her pleasure. 

Bafflingly enough, given the amount of times Ellie had made him cum, he could feel a spark of arousal at his train of thought. 

Exhausted as he was, he wanted more. He didn’t care if he got off again at the moment, he just wanted to experience Ellie clenching down around his body again. With renewed vigor, Lloyd stretched his arms out against the wet, velvety walls that were slowly starting to surround him. He started to rub his arms against her again, making sure to move and roll his body and hips so he could hit more than just his arms could. Given the orgasm she just had, it didn’t take too much to get things going again. 

Lloyd heard Ellie let out a faint moan, feeling her fingers come down to circle the lower parts of his legs again before grabbing them. 

She started a little slow, pushing him in and out of her pussy in slightly broader strokes as Lloyd dragged himself along her walls. He tried to rub against as much flesh as he could as Ellie did so, his movements a little quicker than Ellie’s motion, but given the building wetness and her moaning from above, it didn’t seem like she had any complaints. She pushed him in deep, grinding down on his body as Lloyd blindly rubbed himself against her. Ellie started to pick up pace a little at that point, shifting to spread her legs a little more on the floor of the tub. 

It was pretty reminiscent of a dildo, and she’d certainly tried a different number of them over the years. A divorced mother with no luck in the dating pool, she had tried most things currently on the market. Didos of various sizes, clit suckers, you name it. Yet, this was…so different, and that was clear by the way she moaned in the shower, head resting against the hard porcelain. She moved her hips against his motions, pumping little Lloyd in and out of her needy pussy with quicker and quicker movements. She pinched his legs, nearly shoving him completely inside before pulling him back out again, only to repeat at more and more ruthless speeds. She could feel that tension building up in her gut again, which pulled more whimpers and moans from her as Ellie brought one of her hands to play with her clit. 

Lloyd was completely lost in the sensation, rubbing and shifting blindly against Ellie’s relentless motions. He could feel that familiar build up of fluids in her again, being pushed and pulled, back and forth, at an increasingly dizzying rate. He knew he was hard again, the way Ellie dragged his whole body along her slick walls rubbing against his cock in a way that he never experienced before–the whole body experience really pushed this into another level of experience for him. It was hard to think with the way Ellie wrapped around him, her juices in his nose and mouth, pumping him in and out of her. 

It was building to something he was craving, and from the way she was responding it was something she wanted too. Lloyd knew he was getting close, too, and–

There was a loud series of knocks that stilled Ellie’s movements completely–Lloyd heard them too, breaking him out of the moment. 

“Mom!” Claire called out from the otherside of the door, the words barely able to reach Lloyd around the rapid sound of Ellie’s heartbeat. “I know you have him.” 

She groaned softly, dropping her head back against the shower wall with a frustrated sigh. “What’s the point of trying to have privacy in this house if she just knows where I am at all times?”

With some still shaky limbs, Ellie managed to gather herself to a stand, Lloyd still buried in her pussy. Once she had her balance and she knew she wasn’t going to slip, she reached down to grab Lloyd’s legs and pulled him out of her with a guttural groan as she felt his absence in her immediately. Her pussy still ached with the need to cum, and Ellie couldn’t help the frustration at having to let that fade down again. Still…well, she knew she had the best orgasm she had in years, and she had this little thing to blame. 

“God…” she sighed with a soft chuckle, speaking low to make sure Claire didn’t hear her, “I’m not letting you go without a fight, little Lloyd-y. You’re better than a cock twice your size, it’s really something else…” 

Lloyd couldn’t help but stare up at Ellie, her gigantic body towering over him from where she held him in her hand, massive tits in his face and he certainly knew that her pussy was something he’d willingly crawl into at any point. There was that somewhat dazed, deeply pleasured look in Ellie’s eyes as she looked down at him, the water washing her juices from his body. 

He really couldn’t believe this was happening–that it was real. All those nights he had spent reading about the various giantess fantasies others had, imagining Claire as the star as he’d stroke himself. Yet, it was Ellie who ended up being more than anything he had expected, nor had she really crossed his mind despite the friendliness and closeness she had with him when he’d visit her and Claire. Now, she was the goddess that stood above him, Lloyd laying in her palm as she still seemed to be collecting herself. She really was…gigantic. He could remember how she had squeezed him between her tits before, barely taking up space in her cleavage. With how big they were, he knew she could completely engulf him between them or smother him under them. He could remember how she sat on him before, too, how easily he disappeared between the mounds of her flesh without her even being aware of it. 

Fuck, he couldn’t believe any of this…

“Mom!” Claire shouted again, sounding somewhat alarmed and completely unaware of what was going on between her mother and her shrunken friend. 

“Just give me a minute,” Ellie returned, “I’m almost done. Meet me in my room.” 

“Just…be careful with him, yeah?” Claire returned, “I’ll be out here.” 

Finally, it seemed like she stepped away from the door, which made Ellie let out a soft chuckle as she rolled her eyes. 

“You must have cost a fortune,” she commented down toward Lloyd, “She’s really worried about me breaking you or something. I can’t blame her, I’d be protective over such a good little toy like you too. I’m really going to have to steal you from her sometime. You would be just fantastic on a run or a long day at work…” 

Lloyd watched as Ellie bit lightly at the corner of her bottom lip to (poorly) repress the grin that crossed her face. She let out a light hum, turning somewhat toward the shower stream to wet her body and raised Lloyd under the stream as well. 

“We might as well make sure all the soap is off both of us…” she muttered, finally pulling Lloyd away from the water. 

From the looks of things, neither of them needed that. Yet, it didn’t stop Ellie from pressing his tiny body against her skin. She started with her shoulders and collarbones, almost teasingly as he was dragged along her soft, warm skin. The slickness of the water allowed him to be moved along her skin without too much pain, but Lloyd could certainly feel the pressure on his back as she moved him around as if he was a small cloth. She dropped a little lower, letting out a small hum as she ran him across the tops of her tits. 

With a push, Ellie angled him down between the valley of her breasts. She squeezed her arms together somewhat, making the mounds of massive flesh envelop him. The flesh surrounded him easily, slowing Ellie’s speed that she could rub him along her body as he was dragged down the warm, soft skin of her tits. Lloyd was assaulted by the smell of her skin and body wash as she worked him up and down between the cleavage she created, letting out pleasurable hums that vibrated around him as she did so. He groaned lightly as she worked him between her tits, the sensation getting him worked up again as he could feel his cock twitch and harden. As much as he knew Claire was waiting for them, his mind was shut off again by the sheer experience that was her mother. With a few more slow, purposeful drags up and then down through her cleavage, Ellie finally released her breasts so she could push Lloyd to rub along the underside. 

He was immediately aware of the sheer weight of them, the flesh pressing down on him everywhere, even with Ellie’s hand keeping the full weight off. Lloyd knew Ellie was well endowed when it came to her breasts and ass, yet this was a whole new perspective as he was cast into darkness created by the size of her flesh. Her tits jiggled somewhat as she worked on rubbing him along the underside of them, creating stimulation along his body that he had never experienced before. He rubbed along the bottom of one tit a few times before she moved to circle his body around one of her nipples, which instantly started to harden against him. Lloyd couldn’t help himself as he moved his hips against the hardened bud, which made Ellie let out a soft chuckle as she purposefully rubbed him harder against it over and over for a few moments. Just as he was getting worked up, she pulled him down again to push him under her other tit to repeat the process, dragging his body along the underside of it before circling back up to rub him against her other nipple. 

Ellie let out a low moan, Lloyd feeling himself getting close to cumming just from the ridges of her hardened nipple against his cock. It was getting painful, overwhelmed and overstimulated, yet he just couldn’t get enough. 

With a small chuckle, she pushed him down toward her side before slipping him around and down toward her ass. Ellie rubbed him along the flesh of her cheeks with rhythmic and slow touches, moving him closer and closer to her crack. She dropped him down just a little further, grabbing a handful of her own ass with Lloyd pressed against her hand and the flesh for a few moments before she released it and dragged him back up toward the center. 

Finally, Ellie pushed Lloyd between her ass cheeks, rubbing him along the space where the two mounds of flesh met with some vigorous rubbing. It was almost too much for Lloyd, his hands reaching out to almost push away the flesh from where his cock was. Yet, Ellie surrounded him to the point where his momentary struggle only fueled her as she dragged him up to rub against her anus, Lloyd’s cock slipping inside as she rubbed him against it a few times. Yet, as before, just as he came close to releasing his load again, she pulled him away and out to glide back toward her torso with a slow, purposeful drag.

She pressed him down against her torso, Lloyd able to see her looking down at him through the valley of her tits, that lustful quality to her stare not leaving yet as she seemed to study him. Her hand pressed down against him, Lloyd pinned under the weight and helpless to fight against what she was doing.

She paused, letting out a small sigh before biting her lip again.

“Just…one more time,” Ellie commented, dropping him down to run down her torso toward the hair between her legs. 

Ellie was still rather slow in her movements, yet Lloyd could feel the shift from the somewhat teasing movements she did while pushing him around her tits. This was a little more purposeful, and he soon understood why as she angled to push his lower half just inside her folds. With a few strokes, Lloyd felt himself being rubbed against a certain nub. He groaned, feeling the rush of arousal as she started to rub him against it in quick strokes and him being aware enough to know what she was doing. 

With the previous orgasm and Ellie getting close to cumming again when her daughter knocked on the door, she didn’t have to do so for too long. Lloyd, however, came only after a few strokes of his body against her clit, finally cumming hard against the bundle of nerves as Ellie continued to circle him ruthlessly against it. 

Finally, she stilled after a few moments with a tight, almost strained whine as she came again, letting out a few drown out moans before she finally pulled him away. 

She didn’t say anything as she placed him down on the sink again as she worked on turning the shower off. Lloyd could only watch as this giantess stepped out of the shower, his eyes roaming up her massive body as she turned her back to him to pull a towel from the rack nearby. His mind was back, momentarily, at the kitchen table. He remembered how he looked up as Ellie had shifted to, unawarely, sit down on him. How massive her ass was, how it blotted out the light and was all he could see until she finally sat down on him. 

The sight before him was definitely different, now, but he couldn’t help but admire her ass as Ellie worked on drying herself off before wrapping the towel around herself. With a small, somewhat light-hearted sigh, she reached out to pick him up again. 

“Well, little Lloyd-y,” she started, “I guess we should go face the music. Though, maybe she can at least tell me where she got you.” 

“Oh, thank god…” Claire started once Ellie stepped into her room, the younger woman rising up from where she was sitting on the bed. “He’s alright. I was so worried.” 

Ellie couldn’t help but let out a small huff, looking over at her with amusement dancing behind the confused look she shot her. As far as she was aware, Claire was acting like she had endangered someone and not just borrowed her sex toy. It was a little odd, but she found herself shaking her head lightly. 

“Of course ‘he’ is fine,” she returned with a small laugh, “It’s just a sex toy. I wasn’t going to break it or anything. Though–please, you have to tell me where you bought this thing.”

Claire stared at her with a bemused expression, mouth somewhat parted as she seemed to process what she was talking about. 

“...Sex toy?” she asked, “What do you mean…?”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ellie said around a chuckle, “Don’t act like you don’t know what these are. I mean, this is…really complex, but it’s better than anything I’ve had before. The cock works and even tastes real. So…help me out and tell me where you bought it. How much?”

“M-Mom, that’s not a sex toy!” Claire exclaimed, “Oh my god! Ew! No–t-that’s Lloyd!” 

“...Okay,” Ellie said with a small laugh, “As much as I wish that was the case, this is just a toy. If you don’t want to share, just say so. I’ll buy my own!” 

“Mom, I’m not joking,” Claire stated, “That’s Lloyd, he’s shrunk.” 

“Fine.” With a sigh, the older woman glanced down at Lloyd in her hand. “If you’re actually Lloyd, how about you raise your hand and wave at me.” 

Lloyd was honestly a bit lost, still coming down from the last…however long he had been with Ellie. He had completely lost track of time, though he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for Claire. He certainly didn’t plan on this happening when he came over to show her the watch, yet he was still…almost awestruck by what just happened. It didn’t help that the whole time they were talking, Ellie was almost absentmindedly playing with his cock with one of her fingers and he was getting close to that painful edge again. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come again, yet he let her do it time and again. There was something extremely hot about being used like a toy, as if he existed to just let Ellie get off. Yet, he knew he had to break the news eventually–

“See?” Ellie exclaimed, “I know it looks a lot like him, but it’s really just a sex toy. I don’t know where you got this shrinking business from. Now, just a quick thing before I give him back…” 

With that, regardless of the fact that her daughter watched on with a mix of shock and disgust, she pushed Lloyd’s lower half into her mouth and sucked. Hard. Lloyd struggled to compose himself so he didn’t cum in Claire’s mother’s mouth while she watched on, yet the pressure and the way his cock ached quickly tossed that idea out the window. He came almost instantly, letting out a deep, guttural scream as the overstimulation had him pushing against Ellie’s lips in a fruitless attempt to get away from the sensation. 

Luckily enough, it seemed like his scream managed to reach a level in the quiet room that Ellie pulled him out of her mouth almost instantly. She swallowed what was in her mouth, staring down at Lloyd in her palm while half of his body was covered in his own cum and her spit. 

“...Lloyd?” she asked, her eyes widening. 

Well, the fun had to end at some point, he supposed. He raised up an arm and waved lazily at her before dropping it back down again. 

“I’m–What the fuck?” Ellie asked, quickly turning and placing Lloyd down at the edge of the bed. Next to her butt plug. With a small blush that crossed her face, she plucked that up and turned to stash it in a drawer as Claire moved to look down at him. 

“You alright?” she asked, to which Lloyd only gave her a thumbs up in response as he didn’t have the energy to yell up and answer at her. 

He watched as Claire lifted her head somewhat, giving her mother a look that he had a hard time identifying. She pressed her lips into a thin line, a hand coming up to rub at her neck somewhat. It was if she was about to say something, but was seriously biting her tongue about it. She shook her head lightly, glancing down toward him with an almost frustrated expression crossing her features. Given their little relationship beforehand, things certainly hadn’t played out like he expected them too and with how she was handling him before…well.

“Of course she got to you before I did, I should have been paying more attention…” she muttered down at him, giving her head another shake. “Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter right now. Where did your watch go?” 

Good question. Ellie had pulled it off of him in when she was taking him into the shower with him, and he had certainly lost track of it once she started doing what she did. In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly in a rush to find it. This was beyond anything he could have hoped for, and then some. It could’ve broke and, at the moment, he wouldn’t really care. With what Ellie had talked about doing to him and with Claire now back into things, he was admittedly curious to see what happened. He definitely wasn’t in a rush to return to his normal size. So, he just offered her a shrug. 

Claire rose back up to her full height, turning toward her mother. “Mom, where’s his watch? It was on his wrist.”

“Watch..? Oh, that thing? I tossed it over here somewhere. What do you need that for, anyway?” Ellie asked, finally moving to stand in front of the bed as Claire rubbed at the side of her head. 

“It’s a long story. So, Lloyd’s been looking for a shrinking device for a long while now, and he found one from this lab. He came here to let me see if it worked on him, and it really did. His clothes didn’t shrink with him, so I placed him on the kitchen table so I could see if I had some old doll clothes…” 

Claire went on to explain what Lloyd was doing on the internet and how the watch worked, yet above him all Lloyd could see was Ellie’s bare pussy from under the towel. She loomed over him, asking her daughter the odd question, but for the most part just seemed to be listening. At least, that’s what he was assuming. He watched as Ellie reached a hand behind herself, lifting up the towel somewhat to scratch at one of her ass cheeks lightly. He didn’t think too much of it at the moment, just taking in the sight, until her hand remained there. 

Ellie flipped her hand somewhat, wiggling her fingers in a sort of strange wave. Lloyd watched her confusedly for a few moments, not too sure what she was meaning by that. Until Ellie started to sit down. In his exhausted state, he had no hope of trying to get up to move or fight back as she descended. Her massive ass came down and the flesh surrounded him, trapping his head between the space under her cheeks. He could feel his lower half enveloped by something else–wet, smooth, and soft. He realized that his lower half was pushed into the folds of her pussy, Ellie shifting and grinding herself somewhat for a few moments. Lloyd could feel himself being pulled between the weight of her ass and his lower body being rubbed against Ellie’s pussy, that opening just at his feet. A part of him just wanted her to push him in there, regardless of the fact that Claire was in the room.

Which definitely wasn’t lost on her, Claire’s brow furrowing as she trailed off in her explanation of the watch and the whole shrinking business.

“Mom…I-I think you’re…Y’know, sitting on him,” Claire commented after a few moments, shaking her head. “Come on, can you try to keep him in mind? He’s been through enough. I think we both have.” 

“Sorry,” Ellie stated, standing up immediately as Lloyd stayed stuck to her flesh. “I was just processing–sorry, Lloyd.” 

She wasn’t, and he didn’t mind. He honestly didn’t care if he was returned to normal size again as she reached back to peel him from her flesh, resting him back in her palm as she looked toward Claire again. 

“So, that’s why we need to find the watch,” Claire stated, “He had it on his wrist so he could return to normal again. It should still be around here. I saw it on the bed where you were sitting, but…”

Ellie glanced down at Lloyd, taking note of his empty wrist and turned to glance toward the bed. There wasn’t anything there, either, Ellie having to hold back a grin as she made a mental note to look around the carpet to see if she could find it. To give it back or not, she’d have to decide. At the moment, however…

She turned back around to look at her daughter, shaking her head lightly.

“I don’t see anything. I guess he lost it…”  

“Fuck’s sake–really?” Claire asked, “Okay, well…Don’t worry, Lloyd, we’ll find it.” 

He really couldn’t care less as he felt Ellie’s pinky come up to start playing with his cock again.

A homecoming was usually a cause for celebration or a gathering of friends and family, yet this one in particular was nothing like the city had seen before. 

The day was progressing rather normally at first–the rush hour traffic early in the morning, people milling about their lives and the city was otherwise functioning like normal. Yet, around midday near the edge of the city, the top floor of a small business saw something strange. People were getting up from their desks to approach the windows, some muttering to each other in confusion while others stared on with something close to awe sitting on their expressions. They weren’t the only ones, either, as various people in other buildings stilled in what they were doing to look off into the distance with equally stunned and confused expressions. 

The neighborhood a couple miles from the edge of the city especially got a good look at what was causing the disturbance. 

A man who was working in his yard paused as he could feel the ground under him shake lightly–it wasn’t consistent, like an earthquake. Rather, it was a rhythmic thumping, getting more and more intense until he could hear the thumping. It was familiar, as if someone was walking across a floorboard in heavy boots. Upon stepping away from his garden and walking out toward his front driveway, he froze as a shadow blocked out the sunlight for a few moments. It allowed his eyes to adjust to the sight, his jaw falling slack as he noticed a few other residents stepping out of their homes to get a look too. 

Before them stood Hannah Lee, an old resident of the community and city. Her family had moved away a couple years ago, but it seemed like she had made a return. What was different, however, was the fact that one of her feet took up almost a block and a half of the roadway that lay before the outside of the city. She was gigantic, one of the tallest buildings in the city only coming up just past her hip at that point. She was dressed in a pair of tight shorts that barely reached her mid-thigh, a low cut shirt and a light jacket. A curtain of wavy, blonde hair hung loose around her face. Hannah looked down at the residents that had gathered below her, looking up her long legs toward her head where she was peering down at them curiously. A friendly look in her expression, at least, but a single shift or stumble could easily crush several houses before her. 

So, she was surprisingly careful. 

She lowered herself down, careful not to cause any more destruction than she had already in her approach. Eventually, she managed to sit herself down, one of her long legs blocking the exit out of the community as she settled, legs spread. There was a prominent bulge in her shorts, something that may not have been noticed if she were at her normal size. Yet, considering her cock alone could dwarf one of the houses before her, it was hard to ignore. 

“This lace has changed so much…” she began in an almost nostalgic tone, careful not to touch anything as she pointed toward her old house. “I barely recognize that place–it looks great, though.” 

She paused, watching as more and more of the residents from the community come out to look at her. Letting out a light laugh, Hannah waved at them. 

“Come on, don’t be scared,” she said, “I definitely recognize some of you…” 

She planted an elbow on her knee, propping her chin up with a hand and looked around the tiny people with a scrutinizing gaze. Some of her old neighbors had certainly aged since she had seen them last, but it wasn’t that long ago. Considering she was only nineteen, she hadn’t been away for too many years. 

“Yeah…” she continued, gaze sweeping over them before pausing on an older woman with a grin. “Tatiana! I used to go to high school with your daughter! How is she? Last I heard, she’s out of state for college?”

“O-Oh, yeah!” Tatiana replied with a nod, arms crossed tightly around herself, “She got her acceptance a couple of weeks ago.”

“That’s great!” Hannah chirped, “It’s a shame she’s not here, but I’m happy for her.” 

“So…how…” Tatiana started, trying to piece together what was happening, let alone the sight before her. Hannah, sitting near her house, legs almost encased around the front of the town, her arms resting casually on her knees. Her hands alone could crush a house, too, let alone her whole body. 

“How did this happen?” Hannah supplied, “Don’t worry about that right now. Jarod! How’s the new fiance?”

“Good! Fine,” he answered nervously, gaze traveling up her legs, lingering at her crotch for a few moments before looking up at her face. “Though, I agree with Tatiana. I’d like to know how you’re…like this.” 

“You’ve never seen a giantess before?” Hannah asked with a chuckle, “This is my new job. Though, I guess it lets me come back here to check on things. Lookin’ good, guys.” 

Nobody answered her as Hannah’s gaze swept over the community and toward the city–a few miles for them, but only a few steps away for her. Knowing that she probably had more eyes on her, she gave the city a small wave as well, acting as if she was sitting on the lawn during a family cookout rather than cradling a whole community between her legs. Still, unfortunately, Hannah knew she wasn’t there purely for catching up–there was some business to handle. And a bit of pleasure, she supposed, but she knew she had to get on with it soon. 

With a sigh, she pulled her legs away from the town, raising up to her full, towering height as she stretched her arms above her head with a small groan. 

“Well,” she said, placing her hands on her hips, “It was nice to see you guys, but I have some things I have to do. Yeah. I want to take this whole giantess thing seriously, so I’m going to have to wipe you guys off the map.”

Surprisingly, nobody responded for a few moments. Processing that. It was enough time for Hannah to raise a leg up to place her sandals-clad foot on the far outskirts of the community. With a single, deliberate swipe of her foot back, she wrecked a level of carnage that nobody had seen before. She tore up the road and earth under it, completely ripping apart houses and crushed several cars and people under her sole, reducing them to a bloody mess mixed in with the rocks, concrete, and metal. The people who survived her initial swipe of her foot took off yelling, throwing themselves over fences or running back into their intact houses and cars. 

It was futile, however, as Hannah lifted her foot again and came down on the rest of the community with a light stomp. She easily crushed the majority of it with that, the ground shaking and cracking under the force of it as Hannah let out a small chuckle. 

“I thought it would feel like stepping on Legos, so I wore the shoes,” she commented, “Yet, you guys are popping like bugs. Still, better safe than sorry, right?” 

She grunted lightly, grinding her foot down on the remains of the community, turning the houses, cars, and people into a mess of rubble, blood and carnage. The bottom of her sole was stained with blood, oil, and water from the pipeline that she burst. It was spraying lightly up onto her toes, Hannah giving them a satisfying wiggle as she looked over toward the city with a curious glance. 

While she knew she had to do this to prove to herself that she really was a giantess, the amusement and enjoyment she was getting from it was hard to ignore. Maybe she’d savor it a little, where she could. 

She walked toward the edge of the city, knowing that she was stepping on the cars on the road that crunched almost like gravel under her shoes. The road cracked somewhat under her massive weight, tiny dots of people ditching their cars to run toward perceived safety until that idea was cut short when the massive sole of her sandal came down upon them. The weight of her careless saunter crushed their bones in seconds, snuffing out hundreds of lives as she simply walked. Lifting her foot from the ground, the bottom of her sandal was stained with blood and the remains of cars and pavement. 

Curiously, Hannah reached a busy intersection as the buildings around her were taller as she finally entered the city, pausing as the cars before her slammed into each other in panic. Some toppled and flipped, but otherwise it was a good little pile up before her. With a soft hum, she brought her foot down just before the bulk of it with a hard stomp. 

The ground shook with the force of her foot landing, the ground cracking and cars toppled into the new openings in the ground. Some of the buildings nearby groaned as the foundations shook, the glass nearest to her massive foot bursting into a mess on the ground. However, any debris just bounced off Hannah’s foot, not even bothering her skin. The people in the cars in front of her watched on in horror, some of them trying in vain to open doors that were pinned shut by the other vehicles as Hannah let out a soft chuckle. 

She tapped her foot lightly, almost like she would if she was nervously jittering her foot. Yet, the force of it shook the ground, more glass breaking and the building beside her shook dangerously. She could see the people who gathered by the windows fall back and try to find balance on their desks and other tables. Hannah never felt so powerful before, it put a particular feeling in her gut as she took in a small breath, a grin on her face as she looked around herself. She felt like a kid on Christmas, excited and wanting to try so many things. 

Finally, her gaze dropped down to the backup of cars near her feet. 

Curiously, she watched on as her mini earthquakes shook the foundations of the buildings. With a small grin, she started to tap her foot more deliberately. A quick, rhythmic pattern as the buildings creaked and the foundations started to crack. Now that she was listening for it, she could hear more creaking surround her, her gaze moving from the other building to the next. She could see the terrified people inside, watching on with awe and confusion as she continued to tap her toes hard against the ground. 

Hannah was causing quite the bit of a mini earthquake, watching as more windows broke and a few of the buildings started to sway. Those on the ground slung to light posts and signs as the earth shook around them, her foot coming down again and again. The road was cracking open under them with each hard impact, some parked cars slipping into the craters she created that only continued to get bigger as she continued to thump her toes against the ground. 

Finally, a building made a loud noise behind her, making Hannah glance over her shoulder as it toppled sideways. It impacted the building next to it, which also toppled sideways with a loud crash. Vaguely she could see movement in the windows, people rushing around to avoid getting crushed under the falling buildings. Some people down below were helpless, either throwing themselves down into the craters in an attempt to save themselves or were crushed under the rubble of the collapse. 

She stopped tapping her foot, watching as the buildings nearby started to topple one after another. It was a chaotic wall of noise for a few minutes as they crashed to the ground, knocking into another and sending it falling down one after the other. Hannah couldn’t help but let out a laugh, watching with a grin as they fell down for close to a mile. All because she was tapping her foot. 

Finally, she glanced down at the pile up of cars with a grin. Somehow they remained miraculously intact, though some looked like they might fall into some of the nearby cracks she caused in the earth.

“I always hated this intersection,” she commented, tilting her head with a small laugh, “I think I got rear-ended by a car here when I had just gotten my license. I wasn’t even out of high school yet and some asshole had me dealing with that.”

With a sigh, she lifted her foot. Hannah knew that if she stomped down, the cars would break like little sticks under her. Yet, a part of her wanted to try something different. Slowly, she bent down to remove her sandal, lifting her foot back up over the cars. Gently, she started to press her foot down. The first couple of cars the bottom of her massive foot touched creaked with the weight of even her most deliberately gentle touch. Some of the people inside screamed, trying to break their windows. Some just watched in awe as all they could see was the bottom of Hannah’s foot. 

She started to apply pressure, the metal of the cars starting to groan and buckle. More screaming and panic, some people trying to climb out of open windows and slightly ajar doors. They only found themselves crawling over cars and trapped between them while the drivers inside were helpless but to watch. Hannah pressed her foot down, the cars around the edge of her foot buckling like she was stepping lightly into sand. The glass of some cars under her foot started to shatter and crack, a few able to push them out while others only cut themselves up trying to escape the massive wall of flesh that was slowly coming down on them. 

More and more pressure. 

Some of the smaller cars buckled almost completely, leaving some of the people inside helpless as they tried in vain to push against the metal of their collapsing roofs and Hannah’s massive foot. A man had his head pinned against his steering wheel and a dip in his roof that was caused by her toe, which she curled slightly as the car continued to crumple under the weight. The metal gave out, pinning his head down behind the neck, his head popping with a sickening crack. In another car, a woman was pinned between her open window and the bottom of a dip between Hannah’s toes. 

Hannah pressed down slowly, the woman trying her best to press up against the bottom of her foot. Yet, her hands felt like nothing and it did little, her arms eventually snapping with the weight as her car was flattened, the woman’s bones breaking one by one as the metal of her car crushed her and Hannah’s flesh did the rest. Finally, she popped under the pressure like a bloody blister, bones and blood staining between Hannah’s toes.

Just a little more pressure. The cars under her foot were flattened, the roofs giving out completely as some people still lay alive, struggling between the closing walls of metal as Hannah’s foot pressed down. Eventually, the metal gave out again, slowly crushing and suffocating those people to death. The people who escaped their cars lay pressed down against the flattened metal of other cars and Hannah’s bare foot, struggling to escape despite the uselessness of it all. 

With a final push, Hannah’s foot flattened against the road around the cars, cracking it slightly. The cars under her were completely flattened under her foot, the people under her popping like bugs, leaving her foot stained with blood, flesh and bones as she finally started to lift it up again. Some metal and debris clung to her skin as her foot lifted off the creator footprint of cars she created. Wiggling her toes, she dislodged the debris before bringing her foot back up to wipe off the rest of the debris. 

In doing so, she bumped into a taller building that was at her hip height. Despite Hannah only slightly losing her balance, the building crumpled from the force of the uncontrolled push, making it topple down on the other buildings in its path, creating an almost domino effect of destruction as Hannah watched on with wide, excited eyes. 

“...Oops,” she said around a small chuckle, putting her sandal back on, “Aw, man. Those buildings were kind of cute. I was hoping I could find a creative way to take them down, but oh well. Lets see…No way! Is that my old school?” 

Hannah’s exclamation had her moving toward the familiar looking building, a careless rush as more cars and road was torn up under her gigantic strikes. Some buildings crumpled as she walked by, some were taken off by a simple brush of her feet or arm. It was complete and utter carnage for the people under her feet, no bigger than ants and forgotten as she moved to reach her destination. The ground rumbled under her approach, people miles ahead ditching their cars to run for their lives. 

As she approached her destination, Hannah dropped down to her knees so she could get better access to the smaller building. In comparison to the ones around her, anyway. Her legs collided with the ground, breaking roads and crushing houses to rubble under her legs as she settled. The buildings against her flesh did nothing–didn’t even feel like she was sitting on anything for the most part. Still, she reached out with some excitement, her hands hovering over the roof of the school. With careful placement, she dug her fingers under the supports of the roof and started to pull it off as if she was opening a can. 

Large segments of roof came crashing down into the classrooms and parts of the school as she did so, Hannah finally pulling it off and tossing the roof carelessly aside. It landed on some untouched houses nearby, causing considerable damage but not near the amount of damage that the ones under Hannah’s body suffered. 

She noticed that the students were gone–really, she had no idea what date it was. The exposed hallways were looking considerably bare from what she could remember the school being like, but there were some teachers and staff still inside. She could see them, despite a few of them trying to hide under their desks. 

“This almost looks like a dollhouse,” she mused to herself in amusement, “Did you guys go under or what? Can schools even go under?” 

Of course, Hannah got no answer outside of the horrified stares of some of the tiny people in the building. She bent down a little, some of her blonde hair falling forward over the sides of her head as she tried to get a closer look at the people inside. Her giant face hovered over them, gaze sweeping through each room until she locked on to a familiar face. 

“Mr. Jacobs,” she said with a chuckle, “They still kept you around? Damn.” 

The mentioned Mr. Jacobs tried to run for his classroom door, but Hannah’s massive fingers pinched his tiny form. He was absolutely puny in comparison, despite how her memory always had him towering over her with his characteristic indifferent look. Lifting him up close to her eye, she noted that he looked like he was about to piss himself this time. 

“You don’t recognize me?” she asked, tilting her head, “That’s for the best, I guess. I hated your guts. Sorry–maybe that’s harsh, but you really were a bit of an ass. You made me scared to come to class, and I wasn’t the only one. You really hate kids, huh?” 

“H-Hannah–” he started but she interrupted him with a laugh. 

“Oh, so you do recognize me! I know I’m all grown up now, but…you haven’t changed a bit.” 

With a twitch of her pointer, Hannah crushed him on her thumb. He became a red stain on her finger, one that she popped into her mouth before standing up again. She looked down at her old school, shaking her head lightly. 

“I always hated this place,” she muttered, lifting her foot up. 

With a stomp, she crushed her old high school under the sole of her sandal. She dragged her foot around the debris, concrete, fragments of wall and a few people were caught between her toes as she did so. She wiggled them again, rubbing and crushing them against her other toes before she gave her foot a shake. She took a step back into the street, luckily only disturbing only the road as it cracked under her again. Hannah let out an almost blissful sigh, enjoying the way this new perspective filled her with excitement. Some of it made her feel giddy, wanting to play dominos with some buildings or see how much of the city she could crush if she fell back onto it. 

Some of it pooled in her gut, a familiar and tempting sensation. 

With how much fun she was having, it was hard to choose just what feeling she wanted to give into. The more baser, primal urge won out in the end as she noticed the town square, which currently looked to be hosting a bit of a little festival. 

As she walked toward the area, however, Hannah still took her time. 

She took a swipe at a building by her knee, taking the top off it and flung it out over the city with a careless grace. Another she took a slow drag through with her hand, cupping and grabbing debris, people and office objects into her palm before crushing them and letting them slip out between her fingers. A few people tried in vain to cling onto her flesh, to survive her tight hold. Yet, they were only crushed against the next building she took a swing at with a playful slap, letting out a string of giggles that she couldn’t hold back. 

She approached another building, one that had suffered from the one beside it falling down on top of it. If Hannah hadn’t looked down toward the ground for a moment, she would have missed the tiny person. Someone was standing on top of a car, almost jumping around. She tilted her head somewhat, taking a few rumbling steps toward them. The man on the car stopped waving his arms as she approached. Closer and closer she drew, her toes peeking out of the top of her sandals dwarfed the car they were standing on, the sight making the man almost tremble. 

After a few moments, she squatted down, her knees almost hitting two buildings on the opposite sides of the street. She was…utterly massive, yet the man below definitely recognized her. 

“Hannah!” he sounded, the giantess bending down more to peer closer at him before she let out a small chuckle. 

“Oh, wow,” she said, a deceptively friendly grin crossing her face, “Ethan. I never would have thought you’d say here.”

“Yeah…” he started, sounding very shaken up, “L-Look, I don’t like this place either, but this isn’t worth it.” 

“No?” Hannah asked, tilting her head. 

“This isn’t you,” he insisted, “I mean, I know we didn’t talk too much growing up, but I know that this isn’t like you. You’d never want to do this to innocent people.” 

Hannah shook her head lightly, furrowing her brow. “You don’t understand.” 

“Understand what?” he asked, but paused as he watched her rise up somewhat. 

Hannah’s massive hand came down to scoop him up with surprising gentleness–considering how massive she was in comparison, a muscle in her hand could twitch and make her grip tighten. She’d snap several of his bones without a second thought. What he didn’t know was that Hannah was removing her sandal, slipping her foot out of it. 

“Hannah,” he started, shifting in her palm somewhat, “Listen to me…” 

She really wasn’t, yet she paused in her movement, bare foot digging somewhat into the cement of the road with a crack. The ground didn’t stand much of a chance under her weight, shoes or not. 

“Please, don’t do this,” he started, the words starting to tumble out as he could feel fear starting to creep up at the raw look in her eyes, despite the neutral expression she wore. “Please. W-We used to be friends, sorta. You wouldn’t do this to someone who knows you, right?”

Hannah let out a sigh, bending down somewhat. Ethan paused, breathing hard against the hammering in his chest. Maybe his words were starting to work?

“Hannah, please,” he pleaded as she lowered him further, “You don’t need to do this to prove…prove you’re…” 

His words trailed off when she tilted her hand, depositing him onto a surface that felt wholly unfamiliar to him. Looking around him, he noticed the expanse of what looked like rubber, a pole made from the same material towering over him to stretch over to the sides of the–he was on her sandal. 

“I do, actually,” Hannah stated indifferently, “Like I said. You don’t understand. You never will. Yet…this is the way it is. Also…I wouldn’t say you know me too well.” 

Ethan watched as she raised her foot up, fear keeping him laying still on her sandal as her foot slowly descended toward him. It was getting massive in his vision, blotting out the light from the sun above as it got closer and closer. 

“Hannah!” he yelled, “Hannah, stop! Please! Don’t do this. St-Stop! Stop this! I–!”

He scooted himself back in a useless attempt to escape his fate, yet Hannah slid her foot back in place in the sandal. Ethan was pinned under the weight of her big toe and the toe beside it as she started to apply her whole weight down upon him. He screamed as he could feel his body starting to ache, being pinned and the pressure increasing by the second. 

“HANNAH!” he yelled in pain, “HANNAH, PLEASE–” 

He cut off his words with another, more primal scream as he felt his body give in. His chest and legs broke and shattered under the weight of her foot. Hannah wasn’t even looking at him anymore, his pleas were useless as he felt her start to walk. The pressure lifted as she moved the foot he was under forward before it was applied back with more force than he could handle. She had more weight than a building, his consciousness was fading fast. He gurgled out a few more useless sounds, watching through the cavern of her toes as Hannah continued to walk, body swaying with a casual santer before his world faded away. 

Ethan was no more. Just a stain of blood, guts, and bones between her toes. For Hannah, however, the experience was drastically different.

This was…this was fantastic. Hannah felt unstoppable, crushing a city that gave her such grief at times under her feet, not caring how many people she crushed or who she stepped on as she walked. It only continued to feed into the feeling building lower in her gut, only making the bulge in her shorts more pronounced as she was aware her cock was stiffening against the fabric. She reached down to adjust herself a little, playing with her cock somewhat as she walked. 

Hannah paused to swipe her foot against the base of a building with a soft chuckle, almost close to a groan as it started to fall. The people inside were completely unprepared, having watched the carnage from afar before realizing that she was heading toward them quickly. People were crushed under the collapsing building, pinned down against the other buildings it fell against. In a small act of mercy, Hannah didn’t waste much time stomping around in the ruins, crushing those who remained alive under her feet. For a few moments, she realized that she really did look like the stereotypical giantess stomping around a city, which only made her let out a laugh as she paused to catch her breath slightly. 

Now, though, she really wanted to get on with her next idea. 

Much like she did with her old school, Hannah fell to her knees near the festival center. She took down a couple buildings with her, some of them collapsing around and against her as they broke. Some unfortunate people who managed to avoid getting trapped under her legs or ass were crushed under the falling buildings. They created almost a twisted nest around her in some sense, Hannah kneeling on the ground surrounded by broken metal, concrete and partially erect buildings. She breathed a little heavily, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths as she looked around herself and the crowd of people before her. 

With a groan, Hannah reached back to remove her sandals, tossing them out toward some more of the city. The weight of the items alone crushed a few of the smaller buildings and cars, yet what the festival-goers saw was a massive giantess who was playing with and rubbing her cock through her shorts. Hannah groaned lowly, letting out another heavy breath before looking down at the tiny people around her. 

“I-I’d have something more to say to you guys, but I’m just–really pent up,” she said between maneuvering the band of her shorts, “I’m sorry, just…” 

In reality, she wasn’t really all that apologetic. As she noticed some people remaining where they were while others tried to escape the crowd as they likely knew what was coming, it only aroused her further. With a small sigh, Hannah managed to pull her shorts down somewhat. Her massive, erect cock sprung free first, bigger than some buildings in the city before her massive balls escaped the confines of her shorts. They crushed the building under her somewhat. Hannah moved her hand down to stroke them somewhat, letting out a low groan. Her fingers pulled up debris and some remaining people under her and smeared them against her balls, not a care in the world as to how many eyes were on her as she started to get herself off. She dragged her hand up her balls to grasp her shaft, stroking it lightly as she looked down at the people under her over the massive head of her cock. 

It bobbed as a few beads of precum leaked from the tip, the drops splashing down to the ground and onto a couple people. That seemed to snap a few of them out of their shock, trying to maneuver themselves through the thick crowd of people that were there to previously enjoy the music. 

Now, they were all focused on Hannah as she started to stroke her cock, letting out a few moans as she did so. She thought about the destruction she had caused so far, how it felt to crush hundreds of people and cars slowly under her bare foot, the way a bump of her hip or a swipe of her hand would completely destroy buildings. Idly, she wondered what damage her cock could do–if she could carve a little hole for her somewhere and just–

Hannah moaned loudly, pumping herself quickly as she could feel that pressure build up inside herself. It had been slowly building since she had grown to this size and it was better than anything she could have possibly imagined. She glanced down at the people below her.

Under her, people were trying to escape the little hole she had made for them out of collapsed buildings and the festival itself, Hannah’s knees blocking any chance of escape as she jerked herself off above them. More and more precum dripped from her swollen cock, stopping people from being able to move as quickly while others were simply trapped and were drowning in the substance. With the way the giantess was moaning and pumping, her climax was rising quickly and the chance to escape was closing. 

A little carelessly, she swiped a handful of the people nearest to her–close to a hundred, maybe. She didn’t really have it in her at the moment to really try to count. People were screaming, grasping into the insides of her fingers and lay curled up in her palm as she brought them up toward her. 

“Hey…” she started around a small pant, “You guys want to survive this? Help me out. Get me off and you’ll be fine. I won’t make you do all the work, just…” 

She didn’t really wait to hear a uniformed answer or if they really understood what she was offering. Instead, she lowered her occupied hand toward her giantuan cock. She closed her fist around it, the skin already slick with sweat and precum as she started to drag the mass of people up it, then down. Slow at first, savering the sensation of people moving against her. If they were trying to escape or if some of them were trying to do what she asked, it didn’t matter. 

Some people slipped from between her fingers and palm, sliding down the small length to the base of her cock. Though, from their tiny perspectives, it was a bit of a fall. Some of them tried to make an escape down her balls, but were easily lost or crushed between the moving masses of flesh as she jerked herself off. Some of them started to try to get herself off, throwing themselves against her cock and rubbing. Out of servitude to the goddess in front of them or in hopes that she would make good on her word, it was hard to tell. 

For Hannah, however, she only cared that she could feel more and more people moving against her. She pumped herself quicker, crushing some of them against the hard skin of her cock, while others survived her dragging them up and down the swollen organ. She ran a thumb over the head of her cock, some people getting smeared against it while others were dropped, unawarely, into her slit and down into her cock. 

The sensation was overwhelming, Hannah gripping herself tighter and crushing more and more people against her cock. She pumped her cock so quickly that her hand came down against the base, turning the people there into little, red smears against the side of her hand and her cock. She could feel the people who had fallen inside squirming, trying to get out of the fleshy horror they were trapped in. 

Hannah panted and moaned as she could feel that pressure in her building to a very much needed peak. She could feel her cock twitching wildly, getting closer and closer to what she needed. She opened her eyes, mouth slightly agape as she looked down at the scrambling crowd below her, panting heavily as her movements started to get somewhat sloppy. With a somewhat strained groan, her face screwed up as Hannah tossed her head back and aimed her cock down toward the tiny people under her. 

Almost in slow motion, the people in the crowd watched as the engorged head of her cock twitched and the slit widened slightly before it exploded. Hannah shot a rope of cum and dead people into the crowd with a short shout that dissolved into a groan. The cum was like a flood that rushed in, the impact sending people flung back and completely engulfed as others were crushed and suffocated against each other. Another squirt only made things worse, people screaming and being crushed against structures and booths as the cum shot over them. Others were carried back, the third squirt making many of the people in the crowd trapped under each other and inside the puddle of her cum. They slowly started to drown and suffocate as Hannah rode out of the high of her orgasm. 

“Fuck…” she groaned, panting as she finally looked down at the mess she made. The festival was ruined, drenched in her cum and she couldn’t be more pleased with herself. She noticed some of the tiny people were still moving around in the mess she made, though. Hannah lazily tucked her cock back into her shorts before she rose up to her full height again. 

With a certain gleam in her eye, she brought her bare foot down slowly over the festival square. It was sticky with her cum, but she could feel the way people fought and squirmed against the flesh of her foot. Hannah was still a little wobbly from what she had just done, so she wasn’t as slow as she wanted to be, yet the way she could feel the way some of the bodies popped and crunched under her foot was exactly the satisfaction she needed. Hundreds of people struggled to get out from her cum and from under her foot, watching in fear as people around them started to be reduced to a mess of flesh, bones, blood and cum. The flesh of her sole pressed down as the last number of remaining people were trapped in her cum and pinned against her foot and the ground. The pressure increased slowly, breaking and shattering bones, heads popping before finally Hannah pressed down to end their suffering. A mix of cum and blood stained her foot and toes, but she knew there was a lake nearby that she could wash that off in. 

“This is awesome,” she breathed to herself with a breathless chuckle, now more than ready to see what fun she could have with the remaining bits of the city. 

With a somewhat useless shake of her wet foot, Hannah started to move toward another street. This one was somewhat cleared, since it was near the festival. A few parked cars lined the streets, but she could see some of the people that managed to escape her erotic carnage fall to the ground in utter fear, some of them freezing. 

“Hey, hey…” she started with a soft chuckle, raising her hands up slightly. “Don’t be scared, I have a fun idea. I got that out of my system.” 

Obviously, the people under her weren’t convinced. Yet, they couldn’t escape very far anyway, considering Hannah sidestepped so her bare foot came down to block the road a couple miles ahead of them. She grinned down at them, shifting her weight to that foot before pressing her toe down into the pavement somewhat. It buckled under the weight somewhat, allowing her toe to dig into the earth a little. 

“I have an idea. I hope you guys have seen Indiana Jones,” she stated, “You remember that boulder scene from the first movie? Yeah, well, my toe is going to be the boulder. First person to make it alive to my other foot, I’ll let live. How about that?”

Once again, the people below her couldn’t give her an answer and likely weren’t able too considering a good chunk of them were already trying to run. 

“That’s the spirit!” she exclaimed, “Alright, three…two…” 

The last countdown was drowned out by the sound of the pavement being torn up as Hannah started to drag her toe through the earth toward the people. Immediately, they started to sprint. Some of them stopped to try to get into the parked cars, but were swept up in the carnage of rubble and the cars that she crushed in her movement. Their broken bodies were left in the rubble that was building up under her toe, slowly dragging a line down the street as she did so. 

More and more cars were swept up in the pile of rubble that her toe pushed along, a woman screaming her lungs out as it got nearer and nearer. It was useless, though, as it caught up to her. The rubble pinned her legs down, making her crash to the ground. It only happened in a few seconds, but more and more pavement and metal crushed and piled up on top of her before the flesh of Hannah’s toe finished her off, smearing her body along the dirt that she left behind her. 

A few other people met similar fates, the ones who were running from the beginning getting closer and closer to her foot. 

Hannah picked her speed up a little bit, digging her toe into the pavement and creating a bigger, rolling pile of debris that threatened to crush the people before her toe could. One by one, the remaining people were pulled under and crushed within moments, bodies and bones left alongside the long crater of earth she dragged behind her toe, some of them still caught up in the debris she was pushing toward the last couple of people. 

Another person gave out, crashing to the ground as their legs turned to jelly out of pure terror. They were rolled under her toe and crushed without a second thought as the last person sprinted forward. She flung herself forward, trying to grab onto the flesh of Hannah’s foot. Yet, it was like trying to climb a smooth, fleshy wall. 

“Come on, you almost have it,” Hannah encouraged, dragging her toe closer and closer to the woman. 

With a final effort, the woman managed to jump and gain some purchase against Hannah’s skin. She climbed a little as Hannah’s toe touched her other foot. Yet, the game was over, the end in sight as the woman pulled herself up onto the flat expanse of the top of Hannah’s foot. She made the mistake of looking up for assurance, however, as Hannah lifted her other foot up, getting a glimpse of her other foot lifting up. 

Much like using her foot to squish a mosquito, Hannah smeared the remains of the woman across her foot. With another happy sigh, she turned to glance behind her. Her path was lined by carnage, the festival still covered in her cum as the sun slowly started to bake it, buildings around them had toppled while she was playing around, and she had dragged a crater with her toe down the length of a block in a twisted game of chase. 

Hannah shook the debris from her feet lightly, curling her toes to get rid of any cement, bodies or metal out from the middle of them. Somewhere along the way, she had lost Ethan, likely tossed off somewhere in the distance with her sandal. 

For her first stomp through a city, she was pretty impressed with her work. Hannah was curious to see how much damage she could do while she still had daylight. A small smirk crossed her expression, turning around to walk further into the crumbling city that she was leaving in her wake.

Ellie didn’t let up, using her thumb to rub over the lower half of Lloyd’s body. 

He was hard again–it was hard to concentrate, given the sheer amount of things that had happened within the last hour or so. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder if his shrunken state had made him more durable in this sense as well, but he knew it was getting…more than a little painful. Still, it was blissful. Lloyd, now taking the fact that Ellie now knew that he wasn’t an elaborate toy, he brought his hands up to grip at the side of her thumb. He pressed his hips up against her movement, enjoying the sensation. 

All the while, he could see Ellie staring down at him with that spark in her eyes–she had been more than interested in him before when she thought he was just a sex toy, but now it was like that attention was being returned tenfold. Her lips quirked somewhat as she watched him rut against her finger, absolutely pathetic and yet it was something that turned her on immensely. She wet her lips somewhat with her tongue, Lloyd remembering how it was when she had put him into her mouth earlier. How she had rubbed that muscle all over his lower half, sucking lightly and creating the sensation that made it hard for him not to cum all over her giant tongue at the time. 

“Hello, Lloyd,” she mouthed, seeming to enjoy that he was watching her tower above him. Completely at the mercy of just her thumb. 

Though they weren’t alone, Claire watched the scene with a tightening expression. Something close to disgust, yet there was also something else to her expression. Still, she cleared her throat, causing Ellie to glance back toward her with a raised eyebrow. 

“We can look for the watch later,” she said, stepping a little closer, “Just–look, let me see him. It’s clear you did some shit with him, I should make sure he’s fine.”

Ellie let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head. 

“I dunno, he seems pretty fine to me,” she replied, gently rubbing her thumb in a circle, dragging his cock along her flesh as he pressed his hips back into her. 

“Mom,” Claire stated, sounding like she was almost speaking through her teeth, “It’s new tech–that he’s lost. I don’t know how he’s still small, considering it was the watch that kept him like that. So, until we get it back, just give him here.” 

“Oh, you’re worrying way too much, I mean–”

“Give him here!” Claire exclaimed, finally reaching out and snatching Lloyd from her mother’s grasp. 

From Lloyd’s perspective, the whole thing happened in a dizzying blur. Claire’s hand closed around him before he had time to really process, and luckily it was quicker than Ellie could process so he didn't get caught between their two tight grasps. With a frustrated sigh, Claire didn’t look down at him as she held him closed in her fist–very much like a doll she just pried out of someone’s grasp. Ellie let out a scoff, mouth slightly agape as if she still had something to say. Yet, Claire just shook her head with a slight chuckle. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Claire remarked, “It’s Lloyd. Get dressed and give him a break.” 

It was hard to tell if Ellie said anything else because Claire had turned and started to walk back downstairs, Lloyd still held tightly in her fist. His arms were pinned, chest tight from how her fingers were wrapped around him, swaying with a dizzying inertia as she swung her arms as she walked. Really, given the amount of pleasure Ellie had given him and shifting abruptly to this was a rough experience, Lloyd having to shut his eyes for a few moments in hopes that he wouldn’t get nauseous. Still, Claire didn’t seem to care as she walked down the stairs and turned down the familiar hall toward her bedroom. 

Of course, Lloyd had been there countless times–back when he was normally sized, at least. He could remember the few times Claire had straddled him to tease him with her hovering over him, head between her knees. Yet, it never went any further than that–given the teasing without making any moves, he had to wonder if maybe she just wasn’t all that into him. In that sense, anyway. Her mother had certainly jumped at the chance–that, or at least she jumped at the chance to mess around with what she thought was a toy that looked suspiciously a lot like him. 

Though, given what happened only a minute or so ago, Ellie knowing that he actually was Lloyd didn’t seem to stop her any. 

Still, Claire entered her bedroom, dropping him onto the comforter of her bed. He bounced and rolled somewhat, the sudden motion not helping him feel better about how she was handling him before. Luckily, the bedding softened most of his landing, Lloyd sinking into the blanket somewhat as he rolled over to look at her. Claire had her back turned to him, crossing the room toward her closet with a huff. She tossed the clothes she had dug out for him back into the box she found them in. 

“They were the reason this whole thing happened in the first place,” she grumbled, turning back around to look over at him. 

Despite looking like she was miles away from where Lloyd was sitting on her bed, he could see an almost hungry look darken Claire’s gaze. It was one he had never really seen on her before–smug amusement, stunned confusion, happiness, he had seen them all on her face before. Yet, this look was completely new, Claire crossing the room toward him with some relatively quick strides. From Lloyd’s perspective, however, he just watched as she moved, her footfalls sending light vibrations through the bed under him–barely there, but the knowledge of that made it all the more noticeable. He couldn’t help the way his heart sped up–not so much in fear but anticipation. This is what he’d been dreaming of for as long as he’d known her.

He watched as she came closer to him, growing bigger and bigger until she was standing right at the edge of the bed. She looked down at him with a slowly growing grin, something mischievous, but lustful all the same. In a way, Lloyd thought that it looked almost triumphant, Claire raising a leg up to plant one knee beside him before she rose up, placing her other one down on the other side of him a fair distance away. Still, he felt the blanket tighten under him with her weight. At his size, Lloyd was stunned at she stood as tall as a house to him, watching as she situated herself, her massive thighs getting closer.

Claire knelt on the bed, his tiny body between her legs but she made no move to reach out to touch him or crush him under her legs. Instead she let out a light laugh, swaying her hips somewhat as she loomed over him. Lloyd could only see up her thighs, her breasts swelling lightly with her excited breathing as she looked down at him. Slowly, Claire lowered herself down, resting her ass on the backs of her feet. She blocked out the bedroom light, making it to where all he could see was her body. All he could pay attention to was her. She shifted again, lowering herself down a little more and all Lloyd could see was her clothed crotch and body. Her thighs surrounded him and towered over him in their own right as she continued to look down at him between her legs. 

“Still–I’m not passing up my time to mess around with you,” she said, watching as the tiny Lloyd stared up at her in awe. “I know what she was doing to you–how rough my mom can be with her regular toys. Really fucking uncomfortable when I have to hear that shit, but at least I know you’ll be fine to survive this. Now, close your eyes, I’m going to change.” 

Of course, Lloyd didn’t. He watched as she still kneeled over him, gathering the hem of her tight shirt in her hands and slowly lifted it up. He watched as she slowly exposed the expanse of her toned stomach, revealing more and more skin that he couldn’t hope to run his hands over while he was shrunk. She gathered her shirt up and pulled the tight material up over her chest. He watched as her breasts bounced free somewhat, still in a bra but he could tell that they were still big enough to smother him completely. They weren’t absolutely massive like her mother’s were–that seemed to be a gene that Ellie kept to herself, but Claire was also gorgeous in her own right. 

Lloyd’s thoughts were cut short, however, when Claire managed to pull her shirt over her head. With a small chuckle, she bundled up the material and placed it down over him. Immediately, he was cast in darkness as the material covered him, the smell of her surrounding him as he seemed to break from his trance. Lloyd felt her shift off the bed as he started to work on trying to move the material off of him. At his size, it seemed to go on forever–the more he seemed to move it aside, the more it seemed to stretch on in front of him. 

“I knew you would look, you little pervert,” Claire commented as Lloyd continued to struggle to pull her shirt off of him. 

He heard her undo a buckle, likely the jeans that she was still wearing. Just as it seemed like Lloyd was making more progress, a heavier weight came down on top of him. It actually knocked him on his ass, the sound of Claire’s light chuckle telling him that she knew exactly what she was doing. Renewed in his struggle, Lloyd continued to work to pull her shirt away–and her pants, now, too. He could hear Claire moving around near the edge of the bed, the pile on top of him getting somewhat heavier before he heard her walk off back toward what he assumed was her closet. 

Despite the situation, Lloyd couldn’t help but feel his cock stirring again. He wondered what it would be like to be buried under her clothes, to be so small that he would have to struggle to escape from the fabrics. As much as it was a bit of a workout, the jeans not helping any as he tried to find the end of her shirt or an armhole to crawl out of. Yet, being surrounded by her smell–her body wash, a hint of sweat, it was effecting him more than he ever could have imagined. While he was tempted to touch himself, he didn’t want to miss what might be coming next.

It took Lloyd a few moments before the darkness of her jeans greeted him, the material much heavier than the shirt she had initially tossed on him. Still, he continued to push the fabric away, continuing to do so as he pushed himself to climb up toward the light near the opening of her jeans. Eventually, he managed to reach it, out of breath and already exhausted from what her mother had put him through and now this. Yet, upon really seeing what was in front of him, along with the hint of a familiar smell, he knew it wasn’t out of this yet.

He reached out, feeling the silky fabric that surrounded him now and realized that she had tossed her panties over the pile also. Lloyd was near her crotch as well, the smell of sex only arousing him further, his hands grasping onto the cool and somewhat damp fabric that told him that she might be a little more than just feeling like teasing him this time. Lloyd started to pull some of the fabric toward him so he could better find a way out. He heard Claire approach once more, stopping just before the bed and she let out another small huff of a chuckle. 

“I had to make it a bit of a challenge for you, little Lloyd-y,” she remarked, most likely watching him struggle to pull the expanse of her panties away from him. Really, the knowledge of that only aroused and spurred him on further.

Eventually, Lloyd managed to push himself through a leg hole and back onto the comforter of her bed. 

He rolled over again, breathing hard, his cock equally as noticeable between his legs. Yet, once the sight in front of him registered, he stilled as he stared up at Claire with wide eyes. 

The first thing he noticed was the lustful smile that she wore on her face, eyes lidded somewhat as she stared at him. She bent over slowly, hands sliding down her body to rest on her knees. She had gotten dressed in what looked like almost a cross between sportswear and sleeping undergarments, her breasts gently swinging forward somewhat as they hovered over him with a light sway. Each one was double the size of his body, and even better like this than when she had held him in her hand and jiggled them a little for him before things progressed way beyond that. Before her mother had found him. 

Yet, as his gaze lingered on how her nipples puckered and poked at the thin material of her bra, Lloyd realized that he had initially done this for her. Claire had been the star of his giantess fantasies and now she was standing before him like a damn dream. Claire let out a soft breath, smile growing as she cupped her breasts in her hands somewhat, squeezing them before releasing them so they bounced arousingly before slipping her hands down toward her legs. The pair of shorts she wore clung to her tightly, highlighting her thighs as she swayed her hips from side to side again.

“Like what you see, Lloyd-y?” she asked, squeezing her thighs together somewhat, “I definitely like your silence–I’ll take that as a yes.”

Finally, she rose back up somewhat, moving to slip in on the bed behind him. Claire scooped him up, moving around somewhat so she sat with her back to her headboard as Lloyd watched. She wet her bottom lip somewhat, that touch of a grin never leaving her face as she made a show of slowly lowering him down her body. She made sure to linger him at her massive tits before dropping him down lower and lower. Lloyd was dropped below the bottom of her breasts, a little lower than her belly button and no lower.

He was met with smooth, soft, and warm skin as Claire parted her legs somewhat to slip him in between her thighs. It was tight and warm, Lloyd pushed in just so only his head and shoulders peeked out the top of her flesh. Claire met his gaze when he glanced up at her, giving him another somewhat teasing grin before she squeezed her legs together somewhat. The flesh of her thighs started to engulf him, Lloyd squirming somewhat which only made her let out a low sound. 

“Don’t fight it,” Claire said in some light amusement, “I know you’ve always wanted to be crushed between my thighs. Unfortunately, that’s not what I’m planning on, but I’ll give you a bit of a show.” 

Slowly, she started to rub her legs together, rolling Lloyd between her thighs as he groaned lightly. His erection poked at her flesh, yet her legs were firm and tight. He knew that by the small muscle twitches that threatened to crush the breath out of him as she continued to rub her legs together while letting out little hums of pleasure that ripped shivers down his spine. Lloyd watched as Claire ran a hand down her stomach, still squeezing her legs together. Yet, she let up the pressure some so he could watch as she pushed her hand under her little shorts, starting to rub at herself in time with the movement of her legs around Lloyd. The sight had him groaning aloud, her soft flesh squeezing and passing over his cock in just a way that he threatened to cum again. Just for Claire–the goddess that he’d always fantasized about. 

With a heavy breath, however, she loosened her legs around him somewhat. Lloyd slipped down between her legs as Claire removed her hand from her shorts, Lloyd landing back down on the comforter again with a gasp of air. She got back up, gently picking him up before laying him down at the edge of the bed. 

A knowing look crossed her face, Claire slowly turning around before bending over somewhat. Lloyd watched as she presented her ass to him, hovering over him somewhat. Still too high up for him to reach out, yet she gently started to sway her ass back and forth with a low moan. Her movements were rhythmic, like she was dancing to a song that was only playing in her head. He watched as Claire ran her hands up her legs, tucking between her legs for a moment before circling around to her ass. She gripped fistfuls of her own ass with another moan, squeezing them before releasing them, followed by a light slap that jiggled her ass cheeks somewhat as she swayed her ass. 

She bent down lower, Lloyd only able to watch as she continued her little dance, swaying her giant ass in front of him. It was easily dwarfing him and she hadn’t even sat down, Claire still playing with her ass somewhat. Her shorts started to ride up with her movements, hugging her ass and slowly inching inward with another bend and sway of her hips. Finally, it had ridden up enough to where one of her cheeks were almost bare to him, the shorts now more like underwear than anything else. Lloyd was tempted to reach out to touch it, but she was still somehow just a little out of reach. 

“I know how much you love my ass, Lloyd,” she commented around a small noise from the back of her throat, “How much you’ve fantasized about it. Being shrunk so I would sit on you, that you would be trapped in it while I went about my day…” 

All the while she spoke, she continued to lower her ass, spreading it somewhat as she continued to slowly dance for him. She wasn’t wrong, however–Lloyd had thought about that exact thing, what it would feel like to have her giant ass sitting on him, enveloping him completely, being slowly crushed under the globes of flesh. What it would be like to be pinned between the two cheeks, rubbing against his body constantly as she walked. So, he was having a hard time not climaxing at the sight in front of him, her hand coming down to grab another fistful of her own flesh as she parted her asscheeks temptingly. All he could do was watch as she chuckled again, releasing her hold as her ass cheeks came back together with a small, muted slap. 

“I want to be your goddess, Lloyd,” she continued, biting her lower lip somewhat as she bit back a moan, “I want to sit on you like the goddess I am to you…” 

She lowered her ass again, tantalizingly close as she swayed her ass in front of him again. Claire was so close now that all he could see was the fabric of her shorts and the flesh of the cheeks that were poking through, still moving from side to side slightly as she continued to tease him for a few moments. 

“You’re my toy now, little Lloyd-y,” she stated, giving her ass another shake before she brought it down on him. 

Immediately, Lloyd was completely surrounded by her ass, Claire pressing down on him with a low moan as he was pressed down against the comforter and mattress as she sat down fully. While the bed had some give to it, unlike the table that Ellie had pinned him on, he was still pinned as she wiggled back and forth. Her cheeks rolled him under and between them slowly, back and forth. She lifted up off him somewhat before coming down on him again, pushing him between her cheeks. Claire did this in light, quick movements, almost bouncing lightly as she played with herself a little. Lloyd was pulled up with some of her movements, the weight of her cheeks keeping him stuck to her flesh somewhat before they came back down against the bed again, releasing him. She ground her ass down on him, dragging him forward toward her pussy somewhat before dragging him back toward her cheeks. Lloyd was completely trapped and at her mercy, not able to even move his arms as she wiggled, bounced and ground down on him over and over. 

He could feel the flesh of her ass more and more as her shorts continued to ride up, pressing him between her cheeks as she ground on him again with another moan. He was dragged back and forth, rolled around under and between the mounds of flesh that seemed to go on forever on either side of him. Lloyd’s cock was aching, the constant contact and rubbing only pulling him further and further toward another climax. Claire continued to grind against his body, moving back and forth with purposeful movements as she moaned. He managed to shift somewhat, the flesh of her ass rubbing against his cock over and over as he could feel that edge build up in him again. It wasn’t too long until Lloyd felt that pressure in him mount, his yell muffled by the massive flesh of her ass as he came against the flesh of her ass cheek as Claire readjusted somewhat. 

She continued to grind against him, rolling him under her ass until Lloyd was pulled forward and further under her. Her shorts had rode up and a surprisingly lucid part of him had him reaching out to grab a bit of the shorts near her leg as she rolled herself back against him. As Claire rose up somewhat, Lloyd pulled himself into the opening in her shorts as she sat back down. Immediately, he was pinned down facing upward as he had managed to pull himself into the front of her shorts. Her pussy lips were engorged and slick, her fluids immediately soaking him as her pussy lips enveloped him when she sat down again. He could see one of her massive fingers rubbing at her clit, though it stopped when she ground herself down against him, pulling him further inside her. 

Claire let out a chuckle, the pressure of her fingers from outside of her shorts pushing against his back and into her pussy lips before they were dropped. A small bit of light flooded into the dark space of her shorts, shortly hidden behind the massive hand that came down to press him against her pussy. Lloyd was dragged up toward her clit, his stomach and cock brushing against the swollen bud of nerves. Claire rubbed him harder against it in a circular motion, Lloyd pushing his arms out to rub against her folds that nearly engulfed him. She rubbed him against her with a light moan, pushing him down a bit. His legs pressed into the wet, velvety space of her opening before she released him. He fell back into the crotch of her shorts, panting somewhat as all he could smell was her waiting sex. He could feel himself soaked with her fluids, her tight shorts not giving him much room but he was small enough that all he could see her pussy in front of him.

“You little pervert,” she commented somewhat breathlessly, “but if you want to be in there, fine. I can work with that. You think my mom was intense? You haven’t seen the extent of my stamina.”

It was that time of the day again. 

A man by the name of Ryan was trying to hold himself together, legs and arms shaking as he lay splayed out in a massive palm. Huge fingers, maybe only slightly bigger than he was, curled lightly around him as if he were a hamster being held instead of whatever this fucked up situation was. Off to the side, off the edge of the palm that held him, were the eyes of his fellow people who had been trapped in this box for days now. There had been a few people who tried to fight, to climb the walls or push against the lid. It was no use, and some people understood that. Which is why some looked on in clear terror while others looked like they were zoning out, sitting still in the corner of the box. 

In front of him, however, was the source of all grief that he had come to expect. A giant woman sat at a table, holding him somewhat gently in her hand as she settled into the chair while he watched on with a twisting stomach. 

Ryan was kind of new–he didn’t really know what to expect, especially when their enclosure was rattled and the roof was ripped off it. The woman had peered down at them all with a bit of a curious gaze, eyes roaming over their tiny bodies before she met Ryan’s gaze. At that point, her hand had reached in and she had plucked him up with a precision that he was hopeless to outrun. 

Thus, he knew that he wasn’t making it out of this one either. Yet, he had no idea what the massive woman in front of him had in mind. He couldn’t tell from her face what she had in mind, either. No anger, no excitement, just a bit of a blank look as if she was opening up a new book instead of holding him in the palm of her hand. 

“Wh–” he started, voice rough and shaky, “What’s happening?”

“Hm?” 

“What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

“Well, I thought you knew,” she replied, her brow furrowing, “I mean, this is how it is. I know the process is difficult, but once it’s done you won’t be alive to feel anything. The breaking and severing of the limbs is the hardest part, usually. For you guys, that is.” 

“What?” Ryan snapped, his voice breaking somewhat, “What the fuck!?”

“I’m sorry you’re upset,” the giantess replied, her brows furrowing slightly as her huge brown eyes took him in with what might have been genuine emotion, “I thought you all kind of knew how things are. I mean, we all do this.”

“You don’t have to!” Ryan exclaimed, trying to shift backwards in her hand but a shift of her fingers had him falling down onto his back again. 

“It is what it is,” she stated, letting out a slow, almost frustrated breath out of her nose, “If you move around too much, this will take longer so just–” 

Ryan tried in vain to move away from her searching fingers, but he only succeeded in hitting one of her fingertips with a closed fist before she grabbed his arm. Her fingers of the hand he was resting in closed around his body somewhat, pinning his legs down before she started to pull. He tried to pull his arm back, fighting, yet his struggles only managed to dislocate his shoulder with a snap. He howled in pain, not able to move as the giantess continued to shift his arm between her fingers before crushing it between her fingers with a crack. Ryan continued to scream and wreathe, kicking at her fingers as she tried to grab his legs. 

“Hey, I’ll make it easier,” she commented, “I’ll break both of these at once.”

“Fuck you!” 

His curse was drowned out as she crushed his legs between her thumb, pointer, and middle fingers. Ryan’s ears were ringing, his breathing hard as the giantess moved on to grab his intact arm before she casually broke those bones as if she was snapping a toothpick in half. The sheer amount of pain that he was in made the edges of his vision turn black as she closed her fist around his body, fingers tightening until multiple bones cracked. In some small mercy, Ryan blacked out as her fingers reached out to grasp his head, crushing that easily enough with the interest of someone who was absentmindedly dooling on a piece of paper. 

Meanwhile, the people trapped in the box had to watch on as the giant woman broke his bones in a very methodical and painfully slow way. Lily grasped onto her daughter’s shoulders, the eighteen year old still tucking her head into the crook of her mother’s neck as she couldn’t look on as Ryan was finally killed. 

The giantess shifted, placing his body down on the table with a small sigh before turning toward the people in the box again. She brushed her hands off before tucking her hand under her chin, looking over the faces of the people in the box before she started to reach out. Lily watched as her fingers hovered before she pointed toward her somewhat. 

“I’m trying to get to the girl behind you,” she said, Lily staring up at her as her daughter sobbed into her shoulder. With a tightening brow, the older woman shook her head. 

“No–No, if you’re going to take one of us, take me first,” she stated, “My daughter is still young, you don’t have to do this to her. To any of us.” 

“I have to, though,” the giantess said, looking down at her before shaking her head, “Plus, your daughter will last longer. She’s younger, you’re older. It makes the most sense to me.”

“For what?” Lily demanded, tears gathering in her eyes. 

“She won’t break as easily,” the giantess explained with a small shrug of her shoulders, “A tiny’s reason for existing is to suffer, don’t you get it? You would do better in my shoe or something. I don’t want to hurt you to get to your daughter, you’re not my target right now. So just–”

“No! No, wait!” Lily screamed, trying to grab onto her daughter as the giantess finally reached forward and plucked her up by her head. The older woman couldn’t get a good grasp on her, the giantess tipping her daughter over and into her hand as she shifted to sit back down in her chair. 

“You horrible, fucking monster!” Lily sobbed as she collapsed to the bottom of the box, “You utter, fucking demon! You’re a sick fuck! Fuck you!” 

The cries and curses didn’t catch the giantess's attention, the young woman in her palm curled up with her hands over her face as she cried and shook. With a small frown, the giantess reached out with a finger to gently turn her over, stroking the side of her body somewhat as if any of her behavior so far could be taken as soothing. Still, she brought the smaller woman closer to her, pinning her on her back with a finger on her torso. 

“It’s okay. I know. Just take a breath, it’ll be over soon,” she said, turning her over somewhat in her hand so she had a grasp on her lower half and upper half on her other hand. 

Lily watched on in horror as her daughter screamed, the weirdly soft cooing of the giant woman intent on killing her was making it all the more twisted. Gently, her daughter’s body started to turn, her lower half in one direction, her top another. Naturally, the giantess met the resistance of the tiny’s body, having to twist and twist, the younger woman’s screams growing louder and louder as she did so. Not before long, her body finally gave up, her spine twisting with a snap as the scream from the tiny’s mouth died down. 

Her mother dry heaved as the giantess continued on, being forced to hear her daughter’s bones being broken in an eerie silence. Eventually, she had been reduced to a limp mess in the giantess’ hand, who was quickly dropped onto the table with the other corpse. The giantess continued in her almost formulaic way, plucking up each tiny from the box, despite the crying and pleading that she was met with from some of them. Her reassurances were frustratingly similar–that they were there to suffer, it was the natural order of things and she had to do this to them. 

That it was the only way. 

Still, she took the time to shush and try to almost comfort certain people who ended up in her hand. It was an odd behavior, one that Brain picked up on as the number of people in the box started to dwindle. He didn’t know if hours had passed, or if it was simply minutes, but it was disturbing in his mind how desensitized he had gotten to the sound of screaming and bones breaking. In a way, he wasn’t that scared–he had given up a couple of days ago when he had been deposited into the box. She hadn’t killed all of them that night, that apparently she was busy and would have to cut the event short. He had been left behind, along with two other people. 

Brain had watched them both get plucked up this time, the giantess meeting no resistance from them as if they were just waiting for her to end it. Of course, the process was slow and torturous, the giantess making a pointed effort to break their necks last. If she didn’t, it would go against everything she was trying to explain to them. The ones who asked, anyway. 

He had a question, but it wasn’t the same one that she had been hearing over and over so far. Brain knew why she was doing this, why most giants and giantesses thought they were doing them a service. It was like putting down a sick animal, in their minds. Yet, in a way, he had a feeling that they’d do so more humanely than this. 

Still, despite him knowing what was coming, he still tried to back away from her hand when she reached back down to pick him up. Still, she managed to grab him by the leg, lifting him up as Brain dangled upside down before being dropped down into her palm. He could see that her skin was stained with blood and some bits of clothing, but it seemed like she didn’t care too much at the moment. 

Instantly, she reached down to try to grab him and Brain managed to find his voice. 

“Wait, wait!” he yelled, “I have a question! Can you let me ask a final one?” 

“Sure, I guess,” the giantess replied with some mild confusion, dropping her other hand down as Brain seemed to relax somewhat. 

For the moment, anyway. He knew this would end the same way, regardless of what he said at that moment. Still, he couldn’t help but be curious, even in the last moments of his life. 

“Why are you comforting us?” he asked, “You could crush us one by one in five minutes, so why bother?”

“I guess it just makes things easier,” she replied after a few moments, shaking her head lightly, “I know it really sucks, but I know letting you live would be worse. It has to be done, but it’s not easy. If I can get you to accept it, you don’t have to stay alive longer by resisting, asking me questions, and trying to run.” 

“Why does it have to be your job?” he asked, shaking his head, “Just let the rest of us go. If we’re meant to die, we’ll do so naturally in your world. You don’t have to do all of this.” 

“It’s law and procedure,” the giantess explained, sounding almost like a worn down employee after getting off a long shift during a holiday, “I can’t just not do it. You’re not micro, you can’t just be forgotten about and stepped on eventually. You wouldn’t let mice run around in your house, right? They get into things.” 

“So, it’s just…what? Pest control?”

“In a way,” she replied with a light shrug, wrapping her fingers around him. 

Brain was squeezed tightly, a groan escaping him at the tightness of her grip, but she hadn’t broken anything yet. Still, he could feel the unnatural tightness and crushing feeling that the force of her grip was putting on his ribs, threatening to snap them at any moment. Still, the giantess seemed to look at him before she shook her head. 

“Some of you get it, some of you don’t. I try to explain, but in the end you do with that information what you will,” she continued, “It doesn’t matter anyway, so why question it?”

“You’re a fucking monster.” 

“You all keep saying that.” 

Brains ribs finally snapped as she closed her fist around him tightly, the sight of the giantess in front of him pressing her lips together with the force as he wailed in pain. The taste of blood filled his lungs, yet the giantess didn’t stop. She would loosen her grip before squeezing again, breaking his arms and legs before finally she crushed his head in her fist, the gore staining her palm before she placed him down on the table with the other dead tinies. 

She let out a small sigh, looking over the box at the remaining tinies as she tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear that had fallen loose against her face. With a small tightening of her brow, she raised her hand up, pointing at each one of them while mouthing something–it seemed like she was counting them. There were five people left, a few of them sobbing while others had given up completely. Like Lily, who lay on the floor and just waited to be picked up. 

The giantess turned away for a moment, seeming to dig in her bag before she pulled out what looked to be an empty roll of coins. The contraption was big enough to just barely fit the people inside with the sizes they were at.

“I know all of you wouldn’t fit, so I tried to take care of the bigger of you myself. Yet, I think this might be more effective than crushing you all myself…” 

The giantess was talking to herself at that point, but really it didn’t seem like she cared about getting an answer at this point. With the way she picked up the remaining people in a handful, it was almost like she wanted to get this over with. That her patience was running a little thin as she deposited each tiny into the empty roll. Lily was the second person dropped into the space, her body landing on top of another man that she didn’t know the name of. The space was cramped with little light, another person landing on top of her with a pained grunt, followed by another two. 

It was hard to see through the limbs of the people on top of her, but Lily could see up toward the opening of the roll. It was moved somewhat, the giantess’ eyes peering in at them before she backed off. 

“This one should be pretty quick, guys,” she said, Lily having a hard time making out her voice. 

Yet, the question that was brought up was silenced as the space got dark, the massive expanse of her finger fitting into the opening and she continued to push it further in. Eventually, it contacted the first person in the group, pushing and pushing as if he wasn’t there. Lily could feel the pressure of the bodies in front of her trapping her where she was with no hope but to wait to be crushed. The bodies above her started to give out, bones snapping and bodies popping under the pressure of her finger as the giantess continued to push down. 

Lily was struggling to get a breath in, the smell of blood and cardboard making her a little nauseous. Yet, that was quickly forgotten when that horrible pressure was on her body finally, the bones in her chest giving out easily after a few moments. Pain ripped through her body, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she felt the unrelenting force of the giantess pressing her finger down. Slowly, a ringing in her ears took over, the world starting to go dark at the edges of her vision. 

She knew she would be dead in a few moments, feeling the giantess’ finger break her legs and arms, yet all she could see was the lifeless face of her daughter in her mind’s eye. Eventually, her consciousness went back when she heard the man behind her scream out as the giantesses finger finally pressed down to the bottom of the roll. 

With a light groan, Anna pulled her finger out of the coin roll to be met with a mess of blood and gore on her finger. 

Well, that was done with, she supposed. It was always a struggle to deal with the larger ones, they were able to struggle more and it meant she had to spend more time with them. She dropped the bloody coin roll onto the table next to the bodies of the other tinies she had killed, taking a glance over at her clock with a small pursing of her lips. 

Half an hour? It seemed much quicker than that, but she supposed she was right on track for what she was planning on doing. 

Really, she was just tired of why they always had to ask the same questions. Anna had explained to them, over and over, how the world was for tinies. She had assumed, since they were adults, they would know what was going to happen to them. They were the tiny people there, not her. It was frustrating, to say the least. The ones that fought, too. Some batches were easier than others, had accepted their fates, while others fought until their last breaths. A part of her could admire that resilience, but at the end of the day that just made things draw out and she would like to move on from that task eventually. 

With a sigh, Anna cleaned up the table and washed off her hands before she started to make her way down a familiar hallway. She knew she could be less engaged with this part–there was no point trying to talk to anybody when they weren’t bigger than the bottom of her toes. Plus, while she could hear the people below, there were just too many to bother trying to comfort them about their inevitable demise.  

Still, she entered the room with care. For the most part, it kind of seemed like an average office space–a desk, a worn chair, some bookshelves. Yet, across the expanse of one part of the floor, it was lit up with little lights and buildings. Each of them easily fit under her foot. Should she decide, she could step on the cities and be done with it. If she wanted to do it the easy way, that is.

With a small sigh, she pulled the chair away from the desk and rolled it closer to the city limits. 

The ground rumbled, causing many residents of the nearest city to stop in their tracks. While it was still early in the night (from their perspective, anyway) it was jarring to see the sudden light filter in from above. It was like the sun had suddenly turned on, but the reality was much more frightening. The light was coming from atop a colossal desk, a giantess sitting herself down in a nearby chair. 

People in the street watched as she pulled one of her shoes off, revealing a gigantic foot that easily dwarfed the expanse of the city. While this image was not completely unfamiliar to the residents of the cities that occupied the office, they happened rarely enough that people still froze in shock and awe at the sight before them. Some cars in the street nearest to her chair crashed into each other as some of them suddenly hit the breaks. 

Yet, some people knew what was coming. They started to rush for shelter, as pointless as that often was, some sinking to the ground in despair. It was inevitable, especially as the giantess ran a massive hand up her foot before revealing a pair of nail clippers. 

She started with her big toe, hooking a finger around it before casually starting to cut the nail there. While to her ears, the little metallic clip that followed didn’t register much in her ears, it was a very loud and disruptive sound to the people on the ground. It took a few moments of eerie stillness following the sound before chaos started to erupt on the streets. People screamed, slamming into each other in an attempt to run from where some crowds had frozen outside. 

The nail clipping fell rapidly toward the city before slamming down onto the city, severing a building and several cars on the street as it stuck out of the ground like a knife stuck in a table. For the initial, it may have not done as much damage as it could have, but the building it cut through started to topple, causing nearby buildings to topple in response. It left people in a rubble of ruin in the street, trapped in the carnage or crushed by the nail or building itself. 

It wasn’t over, however, as another snip followed. Another nail fell, slamming face-down into a residential district, killing several families that were trying to escape while others were trapped in the ruins of their homes, the weight of the nail slowly crushing whatever structures that managed to survive the initial impact. 

With the second nail, it seemed like the people in the city seemed to understand that destruction and death was very much inevitable. Some tried to flee, slamming into other cars in an attempt to break away from a backup that was caused by a freshly broken road, while others just seemed to accept their fate as another metallic snapp from the clippers above signaled another impending nail. 

That nail cut down several blocks, crushing several buildings and crushing people on the street. Somewhere caught on the sharp edge of the nail, being severed in half in a horrifying and gorey sight for anybody who managed to survive the impact. More buildings started to topple, killing people trapped inside while others were trapped and were forced to wait out another nail dropping down to crush what remained of the building. 

For the giantess, the process of cutting her nails took maybe a minute, the people under her foot felt like they were trying to survive the onslaught of destruction for hours. 

More nails fell, one by one. Some crushed several districts under the weight of it landing face-up or face-down, while others landed sideways, acting like the massive edge of a knife that cut through the buildings, ground, and people that were in its path. It was completely random, determined by how a nail off her foot broke and was as indifferent as the giantess above who ignored the cries and pleading from under her foot. 

By the time she had removed her second shoe and started on her second foot, there wasn’t much city left to destroy from her perspective. Yet, below her as she trimmed more of her nails, the survivors of the first foot were left either pinned under rubble or were left barely alive from the damage of the nails alone. It was pointless, more nail clippings falling down and crushing whatever was left. The last of buildings started to crumble, people stuck under rubble crushed with the impact of another nail. 

One after another, leaving a bloody mess of cement, earth, metal, and flesh in their wake. The city was quiet outside the creaking of ruined buildings and the sound of the giantess herself. 

She let out a small sigh, bringing her feet down to rest with newly trimmed toes. The giantess surveyed the damage she caused with an almost blank expression, not seeing much from the tiny city that she destroyed outside of some of the nail filings that she left behind. 

Slowly, she stood up and walked almost a step and a half before she was before another city. The residents had time to prepare from her onslaught of the other city, but not enough to really be able to do anything other than bring more people out into the streets in an attempt to flee to another city nearby. 

The giantess stood above them for a few moments, her legs seeming to stretch on into the heavens from the sheer size of her. She seemed to stand there for a few moments before she started to shift, bending down slowly. The ground shook with the impact of each of her knees hitting the ground on either side of the city, her hands between two others. Slowly, she continued to lower herself. 

Eventually, the city was level with her giant face, bigger than anything comprehensible to the people who watched on in fear. 

Everything was silent for a few moments, a quiet before a storm, before a low sound started to grow louder. It was steady, a hum that started to shake the ground before the sound became identifiable, the giantess humming as she watched the city react to her actions. Eventually, she hummed louder, taking on a more melodic tone. 

In her ears, anyway. 

On the ground, people covered their ears, the sound and vibrations being too much. As she continued to hum, hitting some higher notes in the song she was making up as she went along, people started to scream in pain as their eardrums burst. Other people started shouting at her to stop, how she was making other people go deaf. Yet, she paid them no mind as she continued to hum, getting louder and hitting higher notes. 

The buildings nearest to her vibrated somewhat, the glass in the windows cracking while others shattered with another high note. The glass hit nearby pedestrians, who were distracted by the pain in their heads and the loss of hearing. The giantess continued to hum, making more glass shatter and people scream in pain and terror. 

Really, the ordeal was short lived yet the damage was notable. Only the screams and cries of the people nearest to her filled the silence when she stopped humming. Upon the lack of the vibrations, some of the cries and screaming died down, people looking at her giant face in fearful anticipation.

Her gaze seemed to study them for a few moments, some people almost being able to see the wheels turning in her head. After a few moments, her shoulders lifted as she took in a big breath, the ground cracking as her chest expanded somewhat. Finally, she blew out the breath she took in. 

Instantly, the windows and roofs of buildings were blown off, the people nearest to her mouth exploding from the pressure while others near the far end of the city were blown back and crushed under the debris that the force of her breath sent their way. The carnage was instant, like a bomb going off, buildings toppling quicker than anybody could react. The people inside were either exploded from the pressure of her breath or were crushed under the debris of the building collapsing. 

Cars toppled over, flipping over each other and drivers and pedestrians alike were either crushed or vaporized. Slowly, the giantess ran out of breath, leaving the city mostly in ruin from just that one blow. Yet, she took in another quicker, shorter breath before she blew again. 

This time, the earth nearest to her tore apart, lifting dirt and revealing the carpet of the office under the cities. This debris hit remaining buildings, sending them toppling under the force or they crushed surviving people into a mess of blood and bones. The rest of the city toppled, the whole event not even a minute under the force of the giantess’ blowing. 

While the carnage may have inspired a grin or amusement, she only looked on indifferently before raising up to her full height again to move onto the next city. She crushed that one easily under her foot as she stepped closer to the outskirts of another, that city in a similar state of disarray and disbelief. Again, some people tried to flee before she started her carnage, while other people watched on in awe or just grim acceptance. 

Finally, the giantess started to lift one of her toes, slamming it down on the outskirts of the city. She tapped it quickly, each impact shaking the ground and eventually causing the roads to crack and split open. Buildings shook on their foundations while others with weaker structures either toppled or caved in from the force of her toe hitting the ground. Her tapping was relentless, causing people to fall into the cracks she created, hopeless to escape as cars and buildings started to fall inside as well, crushing them. 

Eventually, some of the taller buildings started to fall, landing on the backup of cars, leaving the drivers crushed inside the metal deathtraps of their cars, while others tried to flee and were caught under the debris of the buildings. Again, the giantess watched on indifferently from above, arms crossed over her chest as she continued to tap her foot as if she were an impatient mother. People screamed and cussed her out, yet the words didn’t seem to effect her at all, the onslaught of destruction continuing as she tapped her toe against the ground, eventually a small part of her foot as the last of the city started to topple. 

The impacts were a little deeper, causing those buildings to fall easily enough and the people inside and under them were helpless, the empty and destroyed cars trapping them in the city as it started to fall apart. Eventually, the tapping stopped, the last tremor leaving the city in complete ruin as the giantess took in the scene with an almost bored look. 

Eventually, she lifted her foot, bringing it down on the city with a slam that caused some of the buildings in nearby cities to collapse from the force of the tremor that caused them. 

Still, she wasn’t quite done. 

The residents of the city watched on as the giantess started to shift, slowly removing her pants. The fabric slipped easily down her towering legs, her leg lifting so she could remove the pant leg before finally stepping out of them. She turned and tossed the pants back toward the chair she had been sitting in. The giantess was left in nothing but her underwear, a pair of frilly panties that easily could smother the whole city. Yet, she just removed those too, baring herself to the residents of the city who watched on in confusion, awe, and distress. 

Eventually, she bent down, straddling the tiny city between her legs like she had done with the one she blew on. Yet, she continued to spread her legs a little more, her pussy lips parting above the city like an opening in the sky. Again, the giantess didn’t say anything as she brought a finger down to rub along her folds, a slow movement at first before she paused to rub at her clit. 

Some people under her were frozen, watching the erotic display in some sort of awe and others with pure arousal. Others, however, were running and screaming, wanting to get away. Yet, the sheer size of her pussy seemed to make that useless, the soft sighs from the giantess above them seeming just as inescapable. 

Over time, her movements became a little quicker, letting out a few short grunts as she rubbed harsh circles on her clit. Her pussy lips were engorged and slick, some fluid eventually dripping down from the opening, landing on a district with a huge impact. It washed away some buildings, drowning the people there in an endless sea of her fluids. This continued to happen as the giantess continued to stimulate herself, grinding against nothing but the movement sent more drops of her fluid on different parts of the city. It washed away a couple streets, flooding into buildings and completely burying people on the street. 

Eventually, she stuck a finger in herself, the wet sound of it entering echoing loudly in the city of silent onlookers, more fluids leaking down the back of her hand and off her fingers as she pumped into herself relentlessly. A couple drops landed on the top of buildings, the pressure crushing them under the fluid, while others swept people away in cars, leaving them to try to escape. Yet, it was futile, some drowning as the giantess let out a small moan, pumping her fingers into herself at a quicker pace. 

Despite her actions, it didn’t look like she was putting on much of a show. If anything, her actions were direct and deliberate, as if she was solely looking to get off instead of trying to pull her pleasure from the destruction she was causing under herself. 

Eventually, she let out a small whine, shifting her fingers somewhat to rub at her clit again as her breathing picked up. The city below her was already struggling from the fluids that had already dropped from her. Yet, as she continued the deliberate movements and pleasuring herself in a specific way, eventually her legs stiffened around the outskirts of the city. 

Those who survived watched as she pulled her fingers out of herself, the opening of her pussy contracting as the giantess let out a louder whine, a quick shot of white-ish fluid shot out of her as she squirted. It was an intense sensation for the giantess, who struggled not to fall down onto the city. Yet, the impact of her cum hit the city in a devastating way, pulverizing people against the ground and against the buildings as it crashed against them, the force killing many on impact. More fluid leaked from her pussy as the giantess rode out her orgasm, the last of it washing away the last of the tiny city. 

To her, she really only made a small mess on the carpet, the city buried under her cum as she stood up on shaky legs. She breathed heavily, shifting to move back toward the chair. Yet, she lost her footing, her heel slamming down on the ruins of the city she drowned in her orgasm. 

“Ah, shit,” she muttered, swiping at her foot to remove the remnants of buildings, cars and people from the bottom of her heel. “My bad.”

She lived in two realities–in her own view, anyway. There was her duty, and then there was who she was outside of that. Yet, she knew she couldn’t avoid this exact issue. The destruction, the pain that was brought at her hands. 

Yet, she really saw no way out of this.

The group was stunned, unable to tear their eyes away from the catastrophic scene unfolding before them.

A giantess stood before them, massive to the point that her legs seemed to stretch into the heavens, her massive body bent over somewhat as if peering down over a railing as she looked over the city with a curious gaze. Her long, blonde hair was piled up in a bun on her head, some of it falling into her face. For the most part, she appeared to be a normal looking woman–outside of the fact that she was bigger than anything the thousands of eyes watching her could comprehend. 

Rose, the giantess, let out a small sigh through her nose before she shook her head lightly as if disapproving something the city was doing. 

“...I’m sorry it’s come to this,” she spoke, her voice soft–almost melodic. Yet, it was hard to miss the sympathetic nature to it. “Trust me, if I could let things play out how I would prefer, this whole thing wouldn’t be happening.”

‘This whole thing’ refers to the fact that she was there to destroy them all in some sense of duty. That was the rule of her reality, and that was the cost the people under her had to pay. As much as nobody asked for this; herself included. 

She raised her foot up above the city, which was massive in its own right and it could easily crush the city under her sole alone. Yet, she seemed to pause, keeping remarkably good balance, despite swaying somewhat on one leg for a few moments. After several tense moments, she angled her foot somewhat, peering down toward the city again with a small, almost pained smile. 

“Sorry, guys. Here we go.”

Rose began to lower her foot until her big toe was firmly planted in the middle of the city. The ground started to give away under the pressure of her pressing down, people stumbling and falling over themselves as they tried to escape the destruction. After a few moments, her toe caused the road to crack before giving away to the earth under it, Rose digging her toe in further before the very earth seemed to give away under her actions. She lifted her foot again to watch the destruction she caused–again, with an oddly sympathetic expression for the mess she was creating. 

The sheer force of her foot pressing down caused a massive sinkhole to appear in the city center, swallowing up everything in its path. The gaping hole in the ground seemed to stretch on forever, a black void waiting to swallow up anything it could catch in its waiting mouth. As people stumbled and tripped, the ground beneath them gave way with a sickening crunch, sending them tumbling into the depths below. The cavernous maw of the hole seemed to grow wider with each passing moment, more and more people and buildings starting to fall into the cavern that Rose’s toe created. 

The air was filled with the sound of screams and cries, the desperate pleas of those who had been caught in the disaster. Yet, Rose paid them little mind. The abyss below seemed to be endless, a bottomless pit that would never release its victims. The buildings above them eventually gave way under the uneven terrain, massive structures of glass, metal and concrete falling down upon the people in the hole. The sound of splintering wood and shattering glass echoed through the air as the once popular and busy city center was sucked into the massive sinkhole. The surviving residents of the city were in a state of panic, scrambling to escape the destruction that was unfolding before their eyes. They were running in all directions, tripping over debris and dodging falling objects as they desperately tried to escape Rose's plans for the city.

She needed to end this.

With a sigh, Rose lifted her foot, fully aware that the city beneath her would crumble like sand beneath her. However, a part of her yearned for something different. That there was a way she could do this without the destruction and having to hear the people screaming out for her to stop, yet she knew it was pointless. It was her duty as a giantess and it simply was how it had to be. She also couldn’t help but feel…a little shy about having so many eyes on her. It was something that made her squirm somewhat, a small sigh escaping her. 

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she said, “Just–it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Slowly, she raised her foot above the city. With a gentleness, she began to apply pressure down upon the area. The initial buildings her colossal foot touched emitted groans as they strained under her deliberate touch. Some people scrambled in an attempt to escape, while others were simply mesmerized by the sight of the sole of Rose's foot. That, or they had resigned to their fates. Whatever the reason, it didn’t really cross Rose’s mind too much, but she knew she would hear more screams than she wished she had to.

As Rose continued to press down, the buildings collapsed and glass shattered from the pressure. Panic ensued as the residents of the city tried to escape through crowded streets, only to be met with resistance from people with the same idea and people trying to scramble from the titan of a figure coming down toward them. It was hopeless, as Rose’s foot was twice the size of the city and they wouldn’t even be able to make it to city limits before they were buried under the mess of debris, earth and guts that her massive foot would cause. Rose's foot exerted more force, causing the buildings under her foot to bend further under her weight, crumbling easily as more debris crashed down around the panicked citizens.

She continued to press down, more of the city being destroyed under her foot.

Finally, the smaller buildings started to crumble, leaving people defenseless against the collapsing city around them. Rose continued to press down, reaching the people on the ground finally as people cried out and were crushed under the sole of her foot. Some people were crushed like insects, while others horrifically survived longer to experience the massive pressure slowly breaking their bones. Some tried to fight to escape from where they were, yet their efforts proved futile as their bodies were nothing against the overwhelming force, eventually leading to the mass destruction of the people on the ground.

With a final push, Rose's foot broke through the road to the earth below, causing it to crack. The city beneath her foot was utterly flattened, the people within squashed against her skin, leaving her foot smeared with blood, flesh, and bones. As she lifted her foot, traces of metal and debris clung to her skin. With a small groan, she wiped away the debris from her sole before she knew she had to move on to her next target.

The little world she currently inhabited was familiar to her–it was one that she thought she belonged to long ago. Yet, she knew now that she couldn’t leave it untouched. Not with her new role, as much as she kind of dreaded the issue. 

Rose had watched many documentaries about natural disasters. She figured something similar would be a quick way to take out another city, her massive strides taking her toward the shoreline in one of the more busier cities in this realm. 

In her purposeful strides, Rose, ironically enough, didn’t seem to pay much mind to the fact that she was still crushing roads under her feet. Cars, rural communities and towns. She didn’t really pay them much mind outside of the odd stumble over her own, rushed movements, which she only acknowledged with a small, awkward chuckle.

“Shit, I need to slow down a bit,” she remarked to herself, rubbing at the back of her head before she finally approached the waiting ocean. 

The water had always excited her, even before her ascension. It was hard to hold back a small surge of excitement as she walked along the beach, her feet covering whole swaths of it as she approached the outskirts of the city. She took in the smell of the ocean air, kneeling down somewhat near the water. 

Yet, she didn’t keep her balance as well as she did when she first arrived. With a wobble, Rose stuck her hand out to catch herself. 

The people on the outskirts were left to watch, hopelessly, as her massive hand lowered toward them. It was if it was moving in slow motion, yet in reality it was faster than what she likely would have it be if Rose had been deliberately in control. While her palm missed the populated area, landing in the sand nearby, her fingers were an issue. 

In particular, her pointer came down with a catastrophic thud, debris flying high as her finger crushed stretches of residential streets and industrial areas. The buildings stood no chance, completely flattened under the simple press of her finger as Rose tried to catch herself in a fall. People were reduced to nothing but stains on the pavement and on the tip of her finger, the city bending and caving around the indent her hand caused. 

Rose let out a light laugh, completely jarring in light of the destruction she caused as she pulled her hand away to try to right herself again near the ocean. Parts of the city were pulled along with her motion, stuck to her fingers as she looked down at the remains of livelihoods and life in general. 

With a small grimace, she rubbed her fingers together to remove the debris and efficiently snuffed out the lives of hundreds of people in that action alone. 

“Sorry! Sorry…” she muttered with a shake of her head at herself, “Did not mean to do that, actually, but…well, I can’t change it now.” 

She needed to focus on the task at hand, anyway.

Rose gazed out at the vast ocean before her. The sheer size of it all was overwhelming, as the deep blue water stretched out towards the horizon, blending seamlessly with the sky above. She could remember feelings so small and insignificant in comparison in the past, yet the current moment gave her a new perspective. It was still a massive force to be reckoned with, yet in a way she could almost relate to it in a way she never could before. 

For a moment, she forgot about the task at hand, lost in the beauty of the world around her. 

Yet, as she turned her gaze towards the city in front of her, she was jolted back to reality. The towering buildings of the city rose up like jagged teeth, casting long shadows over the bustling streets below. For the most part, it seemed like a busy and bustling city, despite the fact that her presence had people running away from where she was and trying to flee to city limits. As useless as that continued to be. In a past life, she remembered that city being rather beautiful, in its own way. Now, though, she was there for a purpose and she had to see it through. She knew that there was no other way. She just hoped that this new idea might get it over with quickly for them all.

Still, she hesitated for a moment as she looked back toward the ocean, her massive hands hovering tentatively over the water's surface. It was a sobering realization, the fact that she held so much power in her hands. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and nodded lightly, knowing what she was to do and how to do it. She scooped up some of the water in her hands, cradling it somewhat as it leaked over the sides of her hands and through her fingers somewhat. The drops of water hit the ground under her, causing massive pools of water in their own right, yet the main event still remained in her hands as she walked toward the city.

Finally, as Rose stood at the edge of the city, she bent over somewhat. 

The people below her were either running in fear or they stood, frozen, watching her watching them. Some were screaming up at her, knowing what she was thinking of doing and begged her not to. While Rose wanted to argue back that this was just the nature of things, she knew it was a pointless argument that always went nowhere. It wasn’t that she lacked sympathy, but she could see no other option. Which was what gave her the resolve she currently had. 

Which was what allowed her to tilt her hand and pour the water over the city. 

The impact was tremendous, the force of the water pushing against the towering buildings and sweeping away everything in its path. The people in the city were caught off guard, their screams piercing the air as they ran for cover. Rose watched on as the destruction unfolded, the water tearing through the streets and carrying cars and debris with it. Wave and wave of water washed through, pulling people and cars down toward the edge of the city while others were buried under the current or pinned. They were left to drown. Whole buildings were buried underwater, while others burst as a wave washed through their windows and doors. As expected, the action did quick damage, yet it was notable at the very least. 

As the last of the waves subsided, Rose stood there, rubbing her wet hands against her jeans thoughtfully. While the water did most of the damage, she knew she would have to take care of the remainder of the city and people who survived. 

Rose swept her foot alongside the city, the force of the wind it created knocking over buildings. Upon seeing that, she paused, an idea turning over in her head before she stepped closer to the remains of the city. 

She raised her foot up, gently swaying it side to side and watched as it created waves in the water that remained in the ruins. 

With some more determination, she started to move her foot back and forth at a steady pace. The gusts of wind that created hook the very foundations of the buildings, causing them to sway and crumble like fragile toys. The panicked screams of the city's inhabitants filled the air as they were tossed around like mere playthings, at the mercy of the fierce winds. Some were flung into the air, while others were thrown against the walls of the buildings, killed upon impact. 

The water was pushed along too, in waves, sweeping people under and taking whole streets with the combined force. Rose's foot continued to sway back and forth over the city, her every movement a spectacle of destruction. The cries and screams eventually died out to an odd stillness, the last of the buildings falling into the water that swept away the city. 

Finally, Rose stopped her movements and stood there for a few moments to survey the damage. 

Despite the destruction and the death she caused, a part of her…almost reveled in the power. It surged through her, settling in a particular way in her gut. She shifted, feeling a certain organ react to that realization, the beginnings of a bulge forming in the crotch of her jeans. 

She still needed to visit her hometown and–well, with the current situation, her mind was turning over an idea about that as well. 

It didn’t take her long to spot the familiar part of another city from some distance away, Rose starting to make somewhat uneven strides toward the city as the destruction she was causing under her feet only aroused her further. Really, she couldn’t help it with how powerful she felt. While a part of her wanted to stop to apologize, it was uncharacteristically quiet under the way her thoughts focused on how the feeling of the roads and cars being crushed under her felt. 

By the time she approached her destination, she was breathing a little heavily. Yet, she knew exactly where she wanted to be. 

Rose lowered herself down to her knees, crushing buildings under her giant legs and thighs. Even that sensation didn’t really pause her, Rose’s hand coming down to adjust her crotch somewhat as the familiarity of the area seemed to settle. She was raised in this part of the city, the streets looking old and familiar, even from her new perspective above them. While the idea of destroying it made her feel odd, she knew she had to do it. 

And…well, it was clear that she enjoyed it in some way as well.

Some familiar faces stared up at her–friends, family, neighbors. People she used to know, love and spend her day-to-day with before her world had shifted. Rose knew she couldn’t treat them the same way anymore, yet it was hard not to let that familiarity and nostalgia settle in her as her gaze swept over the area. Yet, it was hard to ignore the throbbing between her legs and…well, her call to duty. 

“I have to do this, guys,” she said, shifting herself upwards somewhat on her legs so she could unclasp the front of her jeans, “This is nothing personal, it’s just the way it has to be.” 

With a light groan, she reached down the front of her pants to rub at her half-erect cock. 

The people under her had differing reactions. Some started to flee in terror, while others stood, frozen, and watched on as the once nice and friendly person before them was now pleasuring herself to the idea of cumming all over them and this part of the city. It was indeed a sight to behold to the ones who stayed, staring up at Rose. 

Her thick thighs caged the way out of the neighborhood and likely did the same to the surrounding ones, if they weren’t crushed under her. She was massive, taller than the largest buildings in the city, her body rising high above the skyline and encompassing the whole of the tiny people’s vision. 

They were forced to watch as she groaned, palming at herself as she bit her bottom lip, lustful gaze taking in the people below her. Yet, despite everything–her power, her size and the effect she had on the people under her, Rose couldn’t help but blush somewhat. 

“Fuck, I usually don’t give so many people a show like this…” she started around a small, strained laugh. 

At that, she released her cock from the confines of her clothing. The member was now fully erect, standing tall–taller than anything that could be seen in the city under her. The head alone was bigger than several streets below her, which was swollen and already starting to leak some fluid from the tip. 

Rose started to slowly stroke herself, letting out a small sigh that dissolved into a moan. Her gaze didn’t leave the streets below, though the look in her massive face suggested that she might not have really been seeing them. Still, some people shouted up at her–to plead that she stop, demand that she get herself together and realize what she was doing. Yet, that only seemed to spur her on, her movements becoming quicker and more purposeful as she moaned aloud. 

“God…” she sighed, not wanting to admit that she really did recognize some of the people under her. In particular, there were some people that she had developed crushes on over the years–some school crushes, some coworkers. 

The idea of drowning them in her cum, to watch them struggle against the torrent as it sprayed out from her cock, was far more arousing than she ever thought it would be. The people she had secretly wished attention from but were far too shy to act on anything now would have to pay attention to her. To reckon with her in a way they never thought they would. 

Rose groaned, throwing her head back as she continued to stroke herself, pumping her cock quicker and she could feel that delicious tightening in her gut building. The more people tried to escape their fate, the more they yelled at her to stop, to think about what she was doing, the tighter that feeling became. 

“Oh–yeah, I’m–” she struggled to get out as that feeling mounted. 

She shifted her position somewhat, cock pointed down toward the street as she pumped it feverishly. The people under her watched, only hearing their own shouts and the wet, slick sounds of Rose jacking herself off above them. 

Rose’s cock head started to twitch, she gave a groan before she seized up. Her stomach tightened, hand stopping as the head of her cock gave a final twitch. Cum shot out of it, a massive wave of it covering the few streets directly in its path. The torrent of fluid easily destroyed buildings, people swept away and pulled under by the wall of cum that buried them. Squirt after squirt, they were covered in her cum as she groaned in unrestrained pleasure. 

She breathed heavily, gaze dancing over the street as her climax settled over her. The once familiar street was now covered in white fluid, buildings buried in it if not completely ruined by the pressure of it coming at it. There weren’t people in sight, Rose knowing they were struggling to not drown in her cum. 

In a weird way, it was almost satisfying to know just how much power she had. How much destruction she could cause in such a way. 

Rose let out a hard breath, shutting her eyes as she listened to the screams she could hear and the creaking of the buildings suffering under the weight of her destruction and the cum that submerged some of them. It sent sparks of pleasure through her, despite her starting to come down from her orgasm. She let out another small breath, listening as the street started to go silent, knowing that people either had died or fled. Or drowned. 

Regardless, she knew that this was partly her duty, yet she hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much.

Still, this was just one aspect of her reality. Yet, there was still that part of her that felt guilty about how much she enjoyed this, that there was an aspect of herself that reveled in this destruction. 

Rose opened her eyes and tucked her cock back in her pants, gathering herself to stand and unaware of the still alive people that clung to her hand as she stood back up to her full height. 

The area around him was a bit of a blur and unfamiliar, Oliver clinging tightly to the soft skin at the base of one of the giantess’ fingers. 

Many other people clung on for the ride, some stuck to her palm from the remains of the miniscule debris that wouldn’t even register in Rose’s mind. Some clung to her fingers, holding on for dear life as she seemed to step into another world. One so much like their own, yet it was if the roles were reversed. 

As if they were the ones who were shrunk and Rose was not the one who grew to such massive proportions. Oliver had always admired Rose in a strange way–she was a beautiful woman. She had been timid and shy, yet in this moment it felt like she was anything but. She walked with a confident gait, her hips moving side to side in time with her quick steps as her arms swung freely at her sides. 

She paid them little mind–at the moment, at least. 

It was an exhausting transition, and a long walk apparently. Oliver didn’t really know how much time had passed, but he knew some people had tried to climb her hand and were not successful. Some of them were dislodged, plummeting to their deaths to the ground below while others were forced to resign to their fate. Oliver had no doubt that they felt just as terrified as he did. 

What he didn’t expect however, was Rose suddenly stopping and letting out a soft laugh. Another giantess peeked around her back, hands resting on her hips from behind as she pressed a kiss to the back of Rose’s neck. She had a curtain of black hair that rested down to just below her chin, somewhat curly. She was striking–at least, in Oliver’s eyes. Yet, Rose didn’t seem to mind the affection. 

“Why am I not surprised you couldn’t wait until I was inside the apartment?” she asked, the other woman letting out a low laugh before she backed away. 

“I missed you…” she replied, smiling softly, “Plus…I have some plans. For tonight. If you want, that is.” 

“...Y-Yeah?” Rose asked, seeming genuinely awkward–surprised even. Still, she couldn’t keep the smile back that crossed her face. “I’m always happy to spend time with you, so it…shouldn’t be an issue.” 

“Good,” the other giantess replied with a nod, extending her hand toward her, “C’mon.” 

Rose reached out to easily grasp her hand, completely unaware of the chaos that erupted on her palm. 

At the shifting outward to take the other hand, Oliver heard an uprising of cries and screams as the wall of flesh started to get closer and closer. He watched as that distant hand grew bigger and bigger, casting a shadow over the people on Rose’s palm. People near Rose’s fingers tried to climb, in vain, toward her fingers. Others clung on for dear life between her fingers. All the while, the hand grew closer and closer at a rapid speed. 

Finally, their hands made contact. It was a simple gesture to them, a simple holding of hands with a reassuring and loving squeeze. Yet, it was pure hell for the people she had unawarely carried with her. 

More screams and cries were smothered under the warm flesh of the other woman’s hand, bodies popping and snapping as their palms met. The people who were between her fingers were crushed by the two of them clasping their fingers together, bodies leaving little red smears in their wake. Oliver just missed that fate by mere inches, but was forced to focus more on not falling to his death as the two of them walked toward their destination. 

Luckily, the walk was shorter this time, Rose and Tessa entering an elevator that started to rumble up toward her home. Oliver had no idea what to do, if he’d survive. Rose had seemed…hesitant in her ‘rampage’ earlier and he wondered if she’d help if he could get her attention. Yet, at the blush to her cheeks and the small grin that settled on her face, it was clear that she wasn’t aware of what had happened. The two of them exchange small conversation and chuckles, acting like a lovesick couple while the corpses of tiny people littered their connected palms and fingers. 

“I have something I’d like to try…” Rose’s girlfriend said once they had reached the apartment, finally freeing their connected hands, still unaware of the dead and living that still clung to Rose’s hand. 

“Yeah?” Rose asked, Oliver having to cling tightly to her finger as she brought her hand down to rest on her hip.

“Yep…” Tessa chirped back, pressing her lips together to hold back a grin before she pulled out a small, black baggy. “I picked this up today and I thought…”

Rose stepped forward, taking the bag from her with her, mercifully, unoccupied hand. Yet, as she opened the bag with her other hand, Oliver got a good view of what sat inside. 

It was filled with people–tinies. Or normal sized. Oliver didn’t really know what that made them in this realm, yet it was clear they were all alive as he heard a few shouting up toward her giant face as a surprised expression crossed Rose’s features. 

“This must have cost an arm and a leg…” she commented, glancing over to Tessa shrugged lightly. 

“Not really,” she replied, pausing a moment before stepping closer, “You’re not still hung up on the whole tiny thing, are you? After today…” 

“It’s…” she started, pausing before letting out an almost resigned breath, “It’s their purpose, right? How it’s meant to be between us?”

“That’s all we and they have known,” Tessa said, gently taking a bag from her, “And this has been pretty popular in certain circles.” 

Tessa tilted the bag, emptying out a good handful of tiny people into her palm. The people that landed there watched as the giantess brought her hand up to her mouth, dropping them all inside without much thought, despite the screams that came once they realized her massive maw was opening to take them in. Yet, she didn’t chew them or swallow, rather keeping them all in her mouth for a moment. She gestured Rose over, who stepped toward her tentatively. 

Rose was pulled into a kiss, Oliver being squished against the fabric of Tessa’s jacket as Rose gripped at it. The red stain of his body was barely noticeable against the dark fabric, and with the current scene unfolding around them, the two giantesses didn’t seem to care much. 

From the tiny’s inside Tessa’s mouth, however, things were getting progressively worse as Rose parted her lips to allow their tongues to meet. Immediately the invading muscle swept up several groups of people, rolling them along the slimy surface of their tongues as they met in the starts of their makeout session. Rose could feel some of them moving on her tongue, a strange sensation, but one that made her moan lightly. 

Their roaming hands took care of the last of the tiny people from her previous adventure in the city, and the ones inside their mouths were quickly realizing their fates. Finally, Rose parted from the kiss, swallowing on reflex, which sent the majority of the people down her throat without so much as a second thought until she realized that she could feel them down. Powerless, helpless, left to be dissolved in her stomach. 

While the thought should horrify her, and a part of it did, Rose couldn’t deny the wave of arousal that washed over her at that thought. 

Tessa grinned, gently pushing her back against the couch until she sat down. With a certain look in her eyes, she poured another, small amount, of people out onto her palm. She then dropped them down Rose’s shirt, which made the other woman let out a small squeak in surprise. The tiny people fell between the valley of her breasts, while others remained on the tops. 

Rose groaned as the woman before her lowered her head down toward her breasts. The tiny’s watched as her face got dangerously close, expression clouded with lust, yet she still paused before glancing up at Rose. 

“Can I…?”

Rose nodded wordlessly, too invested in what she was doing about the people who were currently tickling her breasts as they tried to fight for their lives. Tessa grinned, lowering her head back down and started to lick between her cleavage. 

The tinies that were struggling to climb away from getting lodged into Rose’s bra were helpless as a massive tongue swept toward them, almost painfully slow for how useless it was to try to climb up Rose’s skin. One after the other, Tessa gathered them up on her tongue, seeming to let out light groans at their struggling against their fate. She trapped the remaining in her mouth when she closed it around them in an open-mouthed kiss to the top of Rose’s chest. 

The few that were left alive were forced to watch as she removed her mouth from Rose’s skin, the motion of her swallow was purposeful. It was hard to miss, and horrifying to watch, as the people in her mouth were sent to her stomach to their doom. She licked her lips, picking up anybody who managed to avoid her tongue but not her mouth. 

Rose, despite the mix of emotions in her mind, was incredibly turned on. 

She could feel the people in her bra struggling to escape from under her breasts, the ones tickling her nipples especially had her letting out a low groan as she reached down to palm at herself. 

“Did you want to continue?” Tessa asked, hands coming to rest on Rose’s thighs. 

“Yes,” she said with a small nod, already a little breathless. Especially at the small grin that crossed Tessa’s mouth as she reached down to undo her jeans. 

The few people who were left over from her previous pouring out of the bag were in for a sight as she pulled out Rose’s cock, which was already half erect. She wrapped her hand around her, her strokes kind of loose and slow, the people on her hand dragged up the shaft and down again. She started to tighten her hand, forcing those still alive to feel the way the hard flesh against them pulsed and twitched, some people caught up in the swift rub of her thumb over the head of her cock. Some people were smeared against the head, while others were shoved down into the hot, tight hole of her cock that was already starting to leak. Their cries were silenced as the organ almost seemed to swallow them down itself, the sensation causing Rose to lift her hips somewhat with a strained moan. 

“Oh–I…” she started between a hard breath, “I am so excited. This feels so good and I’m, like…trying to hold on.” 

“Yeah? I’m glad you’re having a good time, then,” Tessa replied with a small chuckle. 

She continued her motions, now a little more confident and quicker as Rose’s cock was becoming slick with precum. The remaining people were smeared against it in the following strokes, their remains spread along the surface as the two of them carried on touching each other. 

“How’s this?” she asked after a few moments, “I’m not all that used to…”

“No, it’s–it’s great,” Rose replied with a small nod and shift of her hips, “Feels really good.”

“Okay, good.”

She continued to stroke her cock, focused on trying to match the pace Rose seemed to push forward and gage her reaction. All the while, the people under her hand and against her cock screamed and cried out, their noise usually being snuffed out with another stroke of her hand up and down. Tessa could see Rose was enjoying herself, as much as the two of them hadn’t really been together physically all that often. So, really, Tessa wanted to make this special, despite feeling a little out of her depth. 

Which had an idea forming in her mind.

Eventually, Tessa shifted back, wiping some of the precum and guts from her fingers and palm. She reached for the bag again. Rose watched her with almost baited breath as she poured some more screaming people into her mouth. Those who tumbled out of the bag landed on her slick tongue, momentarily cast in darkness as Tessa closed her mouth. Yet, some of them were pushed forward a few moments later as her lips parted, her tongue coming out to lick a strip up the base of Rose’s cock. Again, people were left helpless as they were rolled along, some of them sticking to the skin in a mixture of spit and precum. 

Tessa eventually closed her mouth over the head of her girlfriend’s cock, Rose letting out a loud moan as her tongue swirled over the head. More people were pushed into her slit, the sensation of their struggles almost becoming too much for Rose. Yet, she continued to hold back, trying to savor the reaction. She knew this was wrong, so wrong. At the moment, however, she didn’t really care. 

The tiny people in Tessa’s mouth watched as Rose’s cock was pushed inside, becoming a massive pillar that dragged them under it or pushed them toward the back of Tessa’s throat. Again and again, back and forth as she bobbed her head on her cock. She sucked lightly, her tongue still dragging people around her cock in a sensation that Rose felt that she could never put words to. With another suck and a few bobs of Tessa’s head, she reached down to gently grab her head to stop her. 

“Everything okay?” Tessa asked, sounding like she had her mouth full somewhat. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s fine,” Rose stated, “I’m going to cum if you keep going like that.”

“Oh! Fair,” Tessa said around a small chuckle, swallowing down the remaining tinies in her mouth again before she reached for her own pants, “I really want to do this, anyway.” 

After removing her panties, she poured out the last of the tinies from the bag. Slowly, she brought them down to her waiting pussy, pushing a few of them into her waiting lips, while others were pushed inside as Tessa gently fingered herself somewhat. She moaned outright, the sound sending shivers down Rose’s spine and only continued to make her cock twitch. 

With the people left over from her little action, Tessa reached out again to stroke Rose’s cock as she stationed her thighs on either side of her. The tiny people were left, partly stuck to the cock as those in Tessa’s pussy were stuck to her as well. With a sigh, she started to position herself by rubbing the head of Rose’s cock against her. The tinies caught between were rubbed into both of their genitals, Rose tensing again at the telltale feeling of more people falling into her cock, as much as she was practically leaking at that point. 

Finally, Tessa started to sink down. The people stuck on Rose’s cock were helpless, only left to watch as her pussy spread and parted to take in her cock. Growing closer and closer with each passing moment, the two giantesses groaning in pleasure while people around them were crying out in fear and crying in general. 

The people actually inside Tessa were doing no better, shoved deeper and deeper into her as her tight and slick walls hugged them against Rose’s cock. Tessa rocked herself back and forth, the cock driving them further and further inside. Some people got trapped, suffering broken bones or dying as the massive flesh passed over them again and again, the only sound being the wet sound of the two of them fucking each other, muffled moans and Tessa’s wild heartbeat around them. 

Upon finally sinking down on Rose’s cock, Tessa started to pick up pace. The people on Rose’s cock were either pulled inside her, dragged along her velvety and slick walls over and over. Others were caught in a tiny bit of friction, causing them to become little red stains on the base of Rose’s shaft. It got worse and worse as time went on, people starting to be pulled and pushed into painful positions if the chaotic motions of Tessa bouncing on her girlfriend’s cock didn’t just outright kill them. 

“You feel so good,” Tessa moaned, panting as Rose could feel herself getting closer and closer to that edge again. 

“You too, you too,” she panted in return, using her hands to help pull her down onto her cock at a harsh rhythm. 

The majority of the people left on their bodies were killed in the passing moments, the hard fucking making it impossible to find a place inside Tessa to really hold onto. Yet, some still managed the impossible. Their window was quickly closing, however, as Tessa started letting out little, high pitched cries. Her walls pulsed and fluttered, eventually stilling as she sank Rose deep inside her. 

Tessa’s walls clamped together, crushing the remaining survivors against Rose’s twitching cock as her fluids washed their bodies out, leaking out around her girlfriend’s cock as she rocked herself gently against her. 

The motions, combined with the feeling of the people still shoved inside her cock, was driving Rose crazy. She pushed her hips up in time with Tessa’s tired movements, the other giantess letting out a little, pained moan at the oversensitivity. 

“I’m sorry, should I–?” Rose started, interrupted by Tessa shaking her head. 

“No, no. Keep…keep going,” she gasped out. Rose didn’t need to be told twice. 

She eventually picked up pace that had herself pulling closely toward that delicious edge again, Rose groaning as she could feel her cock twitching wildly. Those inside, if they weren’t pushed out by the precum, were crushed by the weight of Tessa around Rose’s cock or the pressure inside her slit. However, those that were somehow still alive, could feel the wild pulsing around them pick up intensely for a few moments. 

Rose threw her head back, pushing her hips up into Tessa’s as her cock gave a final, hard twitch. She came with a groan, sending ropes of her cum into Tessa’s pussy, alongside the people who had been trapped in there. Those who weren’t killed by the pressure of the cum shooting out were left deep in Tessa as they both rode out their orgasms. 

“That was fucking incredible…” Tessa muttered, spent as she shifted to lift herself off of Rose. 

Immediately, the bodies of tinies mixed with their combined fluids leaked out and down her legs. Rose watched on with curiosity, trying to catch her breath. 

“I…I guess nobody can say I don’t take my duty seriously anymore…”

Going through an unusual break-up and moving to a whole new city was a lot for anybody to handle, yet for Danielle, it was something different. 

Giant-tiny relationships weren’t…totally uncommon, but it was something not a lot of people agreed to enter into. It brought about a host of difficulties that nobody would really understand, as Danielle had frequented a number of message boards from people in similar situations. Of course, some people made it work really well and had sweet, healthy relationships. While others were…less lucky. Missing posters in her realms and the secretive grins from other giants and giantesses that she knew the meaning of all too well at this point. 

Danielle supposed she ended up somewhere in the middle of that scale. 

She had met Katherine on a giant-tiny forum, the two of them forming a quick online relationship. While Danielle couldn’t say she hadn’t ever gotten into relationships without thinking, she did genuinely connect with Katherine quickly over a short period of time. She had seemed smart, witty and had a charm to her that was hard to resist. Working out a way to shift into Katherine’s reality was a lot easier than it had been decades ago, as the science had been perfected and even had some commercial options. Granted, it was single transport only, but in Danielle’s case it was just fine. 

The shift in size had been an adjustment at first–feeling dwarfed by a fork in Katherine’s world was a memory that has always stuck with her, even years after the fact. 

Still, Katherine had been patient at the time, let her explore the new dynamic and had some things set up to have her live with her. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, something to let them both know if they would be compatible outside of the messages they shared online. Admittedly, Danielle had her…reservations. Not only had she heard the horror stories, but the whole relationship had moved rather quickly. 

She had kept those thoughts to herself, however. For the first couple of months, at least. Katherine was never all that pushy to move things beyond whatever pace Danielle set, yet she could tell that the giantess was a little…possessive at points. They had met other couples in similar relationships, but Danielle wasn’t allowed to interact with the other tinies or, especially, the other giants and giantesses. At first, she had dismissed it as just her having some new relationship jitters–considering her own doubts, Danielle didn’t blame Katherine much for her reactions and not wanting to see her get too close with another person when they were still figuring things out. 

Though, that aspect of Katherine…never really left. 

Danielle tried to bring it up on occasion, yet it was always shot down or dismissed by Katherine because she refused to entertain the topic if she was in a bad mood. It had quickly started to shift from not only tinies and giants/giantesses, but toward the people back in Danielle’s realm too.

Danielle could remember how Katherine had towered over her one night after she had suggested that she take some time away to visit some family back in her realm. She had gotten an invitation to a family reunion, yet Katherine had an issue with the idea. Of course, Danielle’s family knew that she was in a relationship, yet Katherine had taken some sort of offense over the idea that she, herself, wasn’t invited. Danielle had tried to put together an answer, but in reality she didn’t know how that would work or how it would go down considering how much damage Katherine could do if she wasn’t extremely careful. 

She had simply settled on the fact that her family just wanted close members only, as flimsy an excuse as that was. 

Danielle could remember, as clear as if it had just happened, how Katherine had bent over somewhat and brought her hand down toward her with some force. Danielle was knocked onto her back on the coffee table, pinned under the expanse of the tip of her finger as Katherine looked down at her with a rather cold expression. 

“It almost sounds like you want to run,” she stated. 

“What?” Danielle sputtered out, “No, never! I just wanted to see my family, but if it’s such an issue…I can always go next year.” 

A small, calm grin crossed Katherine’s face, her long, blonde hair curtaining one side of her face. Gently, she pressed down, the weight robbing Danielle of breath and it felt like her chest would cave in. She struggled somewhat, but Katherine just let out a small sigh. 

“Good to hear,” she stated, “You have everything you need right here with me, and I don’t know if you really appreciate that sometimes.” 

“I do!” she insisted, letting out a choked sound as Katherine finally lifted up her finger, leaving her breathing heavily on the table. 

“I just don’t want to ruin this,” Katherine stated, “Most of my other tiny partners didn’t know what they wanted, and it always caused some sort of issue.” 

“I want this,” Danielle said, gathering herself to a stand, “I really do.” 

“I know you do…” Katherine cooed, bringing her finger down to brush gently against her body, “I just wanted to make sure.” 

After a while, Danielle had only become sure of one thing. Katherine was someone she didn’t want to be with long-term. Even some of her ‘friends’ had caught on to her behavior, the ‘playful’ threats and the controlling behavior. How she always had something to say or a way to interfere if she left with other tinies to do anything. The jealousy was hard to deal with, as much as

Danielle tried to make it up to her whenever she would get upset. Called off important family events, ended friendships, sexual favors–whatever it took to just avoid pissing her off. 

As much as she had never seen the full extent of Katherine’s anger, she knew it wouldn’t take much for the giantess to kill or seriously harm her if she wanted. That realization had kind of been Danielle’s last straw, and the next time one of their friends approached the topic, she asked for help. Luckily, they were keen to give it–another giant-tiny couple, which worked out pretty well in the end since the break-up was…a nightmare. 

Katherine hadn’t taken it well, yet the intervention between the other couple allowed her to leave and return to her realm. 

It had been a breath of fresh air, one that Danielle never forgot and she came to really enjoy the things she missed out on before she had gotten into that relationship with Katherine. Friendships, being able to go places on her own, her family… 

She even thought about dating again, though she still had some reservations about it. There was a close friend that was giving off signals that a part of her wanted to explore, yet she was still trying to work through everything that happened with Katherine. He was understanding, of course, but Danielle knew he would only wait so long. 

It had been over a year since she had left Katherine, so she should try to move on. 

That was the dominant thought that sat on Danielle’s mind while she was sitting in the city park one day, enjoying the sunshine and waiting for a friend to join them for lunch. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was a little off–it had been plaguing her since she woke up that day. Eyes on her, almost. She tried to shake it off as just her being paranoid, yet the feeling persisted. 

As the clock struck noon, Danielle gathered herself up from the park bench when the world almost went dark for a few moments. It was if someone had shut off the lights in a room, yet that was impossible. She knew she hadn’t passed out, however, as she could hear the screech of car tires and honking at the sudden shift from day to…almost night. 

Yet, as Danielle looked skyward, her blood ran cold. 

Everybody around her was staring in awe, pointing upwards toward where a giant painting stood. It was one of those old battle scenes from a war, an expensive piece–at least, that’s what Danielle numbly recalled as she stared up at it. While there was confusion around her, she was all too familiar with the sight. Her legs started to shake, especially when the sound of footfalls reverberated through the ground and echoed off the buildings. 

Much like a recurring nightmare she had, a giant figure blotted out the lamp light that was illuminating the city until another light was clicked on. A desk lamp that might as well have been the sun shone brightly down on the city. Some people cried out as the figure revealed itself, but others remained silent like Danielle currently was. 

Katherine towered above the city, clad in a tight dinner dress that hugged her massive body tightly. It was an outfit she wore to impress, or during the odd time she took Danielle out to apologize for something. Yet, currently, her appearance only filled Danielle with dread. She had no idea how this was happening, a part of her waiting for her to suddenly wake up, screaming and drenched in sweat as she shot up in bed. Yet, nothing like that happened, Katherine just stepping forward to lean over the city somewhat. 

Her massive blue eyes scanned the area, Danielle knowing that she should probably hide or something. Yet, the park was crowded and she knew trying to find her would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack at the current moment. 

Still, the giantess leaned back, letting out a light sigh. She placed a leg on the table, the size of her thigh making the tall buildings look like a toy set in comparison. Slowly, she lifted up the side of her dress, revealing a pair of panties that was sporting a rather prominent bulge. Danielle had been jerked off a number of times against that cock throughout their relationship, yet there was nothing arousing about it in the current situation. 

“Danielle…” Katherine called out in a somewhat sing-song voice, “I told you I would find you again so we could really settle this. You know how to talk to me. Tell me where you are and I won’t have to search. Trust me, it won’t be pretty if I have to.” 

Danielle stared up at her as she towered above the city, lightly playing with herself as she seemed to wait. She knew what she was talking about–it was the first gift Katherine had given her when she had moved in with her. A device that allowed them to talk to each other, no matter the distance. Unfortunately–for fortunately for Katherine, in this situation–there wasn’t a known way to remove it from inside her ear. 

Luckily, it was useless when they were in two different realities, but that clearly wasn’t the case this time. 

“I’m…” Danielle started, knowing full-well that the giantess could hear her, despite how small her voice sounded in her own ears. “I’m in the park. H-How…? Wh-Why are you here?” 

“Oh, come on…” Katherine muttered around a small chuckle, shifting her stance somewhat so that she was now peering down at Danielle from above as a bitter grin crossed her face. “I told you–if you leave me, you’d regret it. Now, I’m here to make sure I fulfill that promise…” 

Danielle was left speechless, watching with dread as Katherine pulled back again, standing in front of the table. With a small sigh, she pulled her dress up to rest over her hips, using her freehand to pull down her underwear somewhat.

Her cock sprung free, the head twice the size of the street it hovered in front of. 

Gripping it in her hand, Katherine gave her cock a somewhat loose stroke as she looked over the mini city under her with an almost sadistic curiosity. Danielle had never seen her look like that before–anger, arousal, sure, but not…this. She knew the people in the area around her were starting to spring into action, some yelling and screaming, some standing in awe or fear. Danielle was more in the latter group, limbs almost numb as she felt as if time had still. It didn’t feel real in those moments, as much as she knew what she was looking at. The danger Katherine presented. She was completely helpless. 

This was a nightmare. It had to be. 

Yet, as the giantess shifted in front of the city limits where she was playing with herself, Danielle knew this was far from something her subconscious cooked up. 

“Good thing I have a sturdy table,” Katherine commented, “I really want to savor this moment–to make sure you really understand why you don’t fuck with me, Danielle.” 

“If I’m the one you’re pissed at, I’m right here!” she called out in return, despite knowing that she didn’t need to shout for Katherine to hear her. “These people did nothing to you.” 

“You turned people against me,” Katherine stated, shifting closer to the table, “You’re a bug. I could kill you quickly, but it’d be a disappointment. I want to make sure you suffer.” 

Katherine towered over the city line in a scale that Danielle had a hard time comprehending–she had always been huge, a force to be reckoned with. Yet, either she had grown or they had shrunk somewhat during whatever she had done to get the city to appear on her living room table. 

Danielle finally seemed to find her feet, breaking from her fearful trance to turn and start to run toward a street. It was clear that she wasn’t the only one who had the same idea, people scattering in a number of different directions. Some people slamming into each other in an attempt to get away from the looming threat of carnage, the sound of cars slamming into each other and buildings in desperate attempts to escape. 

It was a carnage that she had never experienced before, way beyond any nightmare she had about Katherine reappearing in her life. 

Still, she managed to avoid getting knocked over or trampled as she pushed her way inside a building. In the back of her mind, she knew that would be a mistake, yet it felt like she was on autopilot. Regardless, she managed to get enough clarity in her thoughts to convince herself not to climb up any floors and trap herself, instead aiming to try to get out through a backdoor or another exit in order to avoid the throngs of panicking people.

“I’m going to take some time with your beloved city…” Katherine continued, her voice ringing off the buildings somewhat but was also loud in Danielle’s head. 

The giantess moved around her table somewhat, delighting in the fact that the people had nowhere to run. Regardless of their attempts, there was nowhere to go and that fact allowed her to take some time to think as she surveyed the city. She shifted, finally pulling down the last of her undergarments, fully bearing her cock to the residents below as she pulled up her dress somewhat. 

Katherine presented her ample ass above the edge of the city. The people there already accepted what people more toward the center of the city hadn’t–they knew there was no escape. It didn’t stop some from screaming and trying to scramble, while others seemed to resign to their fate as they watched Katherine slowly lower herself. Her movements were purposeful, as if she was trying to politely sit down and not disturb the area around her. Yet, that was far from her true intentions. 

The taller buildings under her started to crumple, caving in or collapsing as she continued to lower herself down. Her ass crushed the buildings with ease, the metal and cement structures not even making much of a dent or scratch on her skin. People were getting trapped under her as buildings fell, leaving those who were headed that way to stop and change course, while others were trapped under the rubble. Finally, her rear eclipsed the vision of most of the people within that part of the city–those who managed to avoid the damage she already did, anyway. 

Katherine’s expanse of skin started to close in, her ass crushing the last of the buildings nearest to the ground. It was a simple movement, yet her ass finally touched the road under her where people were trapped. Her bare skin pressed down, pinning the people trapped under her to the ground as she lowered herself further. More and more pressure, people starting to realize that whatever struggle they could put up would do nothing to her. Her skin started to smother people, trapping their bodies in the soft warmth of the skin of her ass as she sat down. There was nothing but her, there was no space to take a breath or move under her. Eventually, the force had the bodies under her popping and breaking with the same ease as the rubble of buildings under her. 

She let out a light sigh, leaning back on a hand somewhat as she continued to play with her cock as more life under her massive body was extinguished. 

Danielle was still some miles away, yet Katherine’s size allowed her to see every moment as she managed to get back out onto the street. She knew that part of the city, had old coworkers and friends that lived in the areas that she was currently crushing under her. That knowledge was hard to grasp at the moment, her stomach twisting as she tried to move back on shaking legs as she watched Katherine start to rise back up to a stand.

“This is pretty nice,” Katherine commented, “Would’ve been nice to see it under different circumstances–but, right. You never wanted me to meet your family. Well, they’ll see more than enough of me by the time I’m done here.” 

“You’re a fucking monster,” Danielle stated, her own voice small in her ears as she watched Katherine let out a small scoff but otherwise didn’t comment. 

“Dani!” A call came out from behind her, a familiar voice. 

She turned to see one of her closest friends running toward her, dark hair a mess and looked about as panicked as Danielle felt. Rachel grabbed her arm, saying something about moving quickly as she turned and dragged her down the street in a run. Danielle didn’t really know what to say or do–she did this. She caused this. Katherine had set off alarm bells in her head back when they were first talking online. If she had listened, all those people she had just killed would still be alive. 

“Lyon and Heather are over here!” Rachel gasped out, struggling to catch her breath with how fast she was running, “Lyon’s got his car. We can escape…” 

Rachel didn’t finish that train of thought, seeming to settle on the realization that Danielle had. There was no escaping this–there was nowhere to go. Yet, neither of them wanted to admit it, Danielle letting Rachel pull her along as they ran down quickly empting streets. 

Though, the loud boom of more buildings collapsing nearby made the two women stop. A large, pale leg came down a few blocks behind them, Katherine almost straddling the set of buildings that Danielle knew as her old workplace. The family business, something she could numbly recall that she had talked to Katherine about in the past. It seemed she had a better memory than Danielle had expected. 

She watched as she closed her legs around it somewhat, pressing the underside of her erect cock against it as she moaned lightly around a small chuckle. 

“This is the place you mentioned, right? Daddy’s business?” she asked around a soft pant, grinding herself against the building as the structure started to buckle and shake with her motions. “I hope we’re getting really up close and personal now, then…” 

The building was full, it was the middle of the workday and Danielle could feel her stomach twist as she watched her ex start to grind herself against the building more vigorously. People were escaping out of the bottom floors, yet her leg was trapping a number of them under her. Katherine pulled against the top of the building, breaking it in half before crushing it in hand with carelessness as she peered inside. 

“Hard to tell who’s in here, anyway. Doesn’t matter–I know exactly what I’m doing for the finale and who will get to witness it. Still…”

Katherine shifted herself up somewhat so she was hovering just over the building. Her massive balls hung over the opening of the building, slowly pressing down as she lowered herself down to another crouch. She let out a low sound against the sensation of the building buckling around them, rubbing against the sensitive organ as the people inside were being buried under the rubble. In a way, they were fortunate, as those in the higher floors were forced to be pinned under her flesh. 

She ground herself down, the deep, musky scent of her balls surrounding the souls that she had trapped under them. They could feel the miniscule twitching of her movements and arousal, the pressure of her skin pressing down as she moaned aloud again as another floor collapsed. More and more people were crushed, others managing to survive only to be trapped under her balls as she pressed herself down to the final floors. Katherine stroked her cock outright, breathing hard as she rubbed herself back and forth over the rubble. 

Danielle and Rachel were transfixed–in horror, some sort of mortification. It was hard to tell, though it was Rachel who seemed to break from her thoughts first as she grabbed Danielle’s elbow again and tugged hard. 

She stumbled, trying to keep up with her friend as the sound of Katherine’s moans surrounded them. More buildings collapsing, people screaming and cars smashing into things. 

“Danielle…” Katherine moaned, “Oh, you little coward. Keep running, I’ll find you again. There’s nowhere to go.” 

“Fuck–” Danielle gasped out around a hard breath and a half sob. 

“Don’t listen,” Rachel snapped, “Lyon and Heather aren’t far. Just a few blocks ahead.” “But she–” 

“If she can hear you, stop talking,” Rachel commanded, dragging her along further. 

Yet, she knew it was pointless. They could lose Katherine’s line of sight all they wanted, but eventually she would find them. Find her. Really, she didn’t want to know what she planned to do, what would happen if she stuck with her friends. She didn’t know if she could even begin to think about the idea of some of her family members now broken bodies under Katherine’s balls, but if she had to witness… 

“Here, here,” Rachel panted, turning sharply down an alley as a massive shadow passed over them. 

Katherine was walking back around the table again, slowly removing her dress as she looked over the carnage she already wrecked on the city. She hadn’t done much, yet her size was

rendering even the slightest of movements an unstoppable force that was taking out more and more lives as she did so. Judging from the one-sided conversation she was getting from Danielle’s end, she could almost feel the distress in her voice and it was spurring her on all the more. With a small grin, she paused at a lengthy stretch of the city under her. 

Of course, her table was only so big and the city itself was already smaller than she had intended it to be, she could feel the hot rush of arousal wash over her at the idea she was forming in her head. 

She pulled her dress down, baring her breasts before stepping out of it as the fabric pooled by her feet. Katherine was now fully bare in front of the remains of the city, erect cock and all. With a small moan, she grasped her breasts as she climbed back up onto the table. Her shadow passed over a crowded part of the town that was lined up right at her torso and chest. Perfect. Her massive cock ground into the streets and building under her as she lowered her hips, trapping people within the area under her. Once again, people were crushed under the weight of her body. Her smooth thighs, the velvety flesh of her cock. 

“Fuck…” Katherine sighed, rolling her hips up as she dragged her cock through the streets and buildings under her. More carnage, only adding stimulation to the movements. “I should’ve done this earlier. Danielle, your home feels so good. All these people under me, squirming and the buildings–you would never get it. You didn’t get a lot of things–including the full extent of what I can do.” 

With a small, breathless chuckle, she lowered her torso down as the people who were untouched by her lower half were trapped by her arms. They watched as her breasts lowered, crushing more buildings against the soft, warm flesh as she squeezed her arms together somewhat. Katherine watched as more buildings and people were slowly crushed between the cleavage she managed to create, feeling some people squirming and crawling against her erect nipples. 

It only caused her to moan again, releasing her arms somewhat so she could lay down on her stomach and crush the rest of the city under her with her flat stomach. She rolled her hips against the rubble under her, pressing her cock up against the remains as she pleasured herself. Those who were, unfortunately, left alive under her were either slowly suffocating under the weight of her breasts and flesh, being crushed with her added weight against the rubble of buildings, or they were left to watch as her massive cock pressed into what little was left standing. 

Her cock was twitching with an ache that Katherine was trying to fight off, precum leaking from the engorged tip as she dragged it back and forth against the ground. People were crushed under the skin, the smell of her sex and sweat being trapped under her as more people were fighting for their last attempts at life. Which only got them a front row seat to be crushed under her further, or were dragged along and smeared by her cock against the ground.

A couple of blocks away, Danielle and Rachel reached Lyon and Heather. The two other friends looked exhausted, covered in grim and blood. In Danielle’s mind, all she could tell herself over and over was that this was all her fault. 

She never should have pursued someone like Katherine, who was currently a massive figure on the skyline as she fucked herself against the last edge of the city. They were caged in, something Danielle’s friends were quickly becoming aware of as they frantically tried to figure out where to go. Danielle’s gaze was fixed on the massive face of Katherine in the throes of her own pleasure, a deep sense of helplessness washing over her as she watched her shift upwards and looked toward their area. 

“Let’s try to get into the metro,” Lyon stated, pulling her from her thoughts, “It’s probably…completely destroyed, but it’s all we have right now.” 

“Fine,” Danielle stated, “Just do it quickly.” 

It was pointless anyway. They were in the last intact part of the city, and Katherine would be over them in a few moments anyway. 

Still, the four of them sprinted through the ruins of buildings toward the nearest tunnel. Yet, they were met with debris at every turn. Every station was buried in rubble, and it was hard to tell if there even was anything underground since Katherine didn’t pull the earth under them with the city. Danielle knew as much, as the ground had started to break apart and was revealing the smooth varnished wood of the table under them. 

“We’re dead!” Heather screamed, “We’re fucking dead!” 

“Just–!” Rachel started, but only ended up grabbing at her head in stress. 

Heather looked over at Danielle with a wild look in her eye, pointing toward her angrily after a few moments. 

“You! This is all your fucking fault!” 

“Heather!” Lyon snapped, but she didn’t listen as she stepped closer. 

“You killed all of us! All because–” 

Danielle could feel a panicked rage start to fill her chest, yet that was interrupted by a loud boom as Katherine placed her leg down only a block away from them. She straddled the area around them, letting out a breathless chuckle as she looked down at the four of them. She was breathing heavily, stroking herself as she grinned.

“Told you,” she stated, shifting closer. The buildings around them started to buckle and break apart under the weight of her legs, the massive limbs trapping them between her legs as Katherine sat herself down somewhat. 

“Fuck you!” Danielle screamed, the panic tightening her gut as she screamed, “Fuck you! I was allowed to leave! You are a monster!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Katherine muttered dismissively, though her size allowed them all to hear her easily enough, “I warned you. Now…” 

Katherine’s massive hand came down somewhat, almost hovering over the four of them before she plucked up Heather between two fingers. The woman shrieked as she was lifted up into the air, leaving the other three to watch on as Katherine dangled her from her fingers somewhat. Heather screamed, kicking uselessly in the air as the giantess let out a soft chuckle. 

“Keep struggling like that, it’ll feel nice.” 

With a small hum, she angled her cock up as she brought Heather down toward it. The woman let out another scream, kicking her legs out against the expanse of flesh that she was being lowered toward it. The slit in Katherine’s cock welcomed her easily enough, given her size. She didn’t even have to push her inside, Heather slipping into the hole as Katherine released her. The tiny woman tried to hold onto the slick flesh of the head of Katherine’s cock. Yet, her struggling only had her slipping further inside, Katherine’s precum aiding in pulling her further down. The giantess let out another moan as Heather’s head disappeared into her cock, Katherine lifting her hips somewhat in pleasure as she let out a small chuckle, squeezing her shaft. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” she groaned, “She’s a fighter, just like I hoped she’d be…” 

Rachel broke down, letting out a scream as her legs gave out. There was nowhere to run, Lyon and Danielle backing up slowly as Katherine reached out again and picked her up. Rachel kicked and fought, Katherine shoving her against the head of her cock with a groan. Her captive struggled harder than her friend, pushed outward with her arms and legs as she cried out for help uselessly. It did nothing but add to Katherine’s pleasure, using her finger to push her down into the slit of her cock with another moan. 

“Stop!” Danielle yelled out, tears streaking down her face. Katherine didn’t answer, but she didn’t get to continue to yell as she felt Lyon grab her arm and take off toward a partially erect building across from them. 

Katherine’s laugh echoed off the walls as they slipped inside, Lyon releasing his hold on her arm as he looked wildly around himself. 

“It’s useless, I’m sorry,” Danielle muttered, which had him shaking his head.

“No, no–there has to be something we–” he started, yet the sound of the building being peeled open a little more cut him off. 

“No, I’d listen to her,” Katherine stated, quickly picking him up despite Danielle trying to lunge for him. 

She ended up throwing herself against the broken floor, looking up at Katherine as she lowered Lyon toward her cock with a small chuckle. Danielle crawled backwards as she heard the giant woman outside moan as she pushed the tiny man into her cock, her head thrown back as her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back. She jerked herself outright, the precum that had leaked out making it so Danielle could heal the sickening sound all around her. 

“Mmm…” she hummed, letting out a hard breath, “Fuck, Danielle. They are really struggling in there. You’ve got yourself in a nice little place, too. It’s perfect…” 

Danielle watched as she shifted, looking up at Katherine as she hovered more over the opening she had pulled in the building. Yet, she didn’t get to look at her for too long before another sound had her dropping her gaze down. The building buckled somewhat, Danielle watching as Katherine slowly pushed her cock inside the front of the building. She quickly realized just what a mistake she had made–Lyon had made, really. Yet…this really couldn’t be happening. More tears leaked from her eyes as she watched Katherine push her cock inside. 

It inched closer and closer with each thrust, Katherine letting out some low moans as she fucked herself into the building. Danielle was trapped, back against a wall inside as that cock came closer and closer. It started to drown out the light from outside, the cock head towering over her as that threatening slit leaked precum. The one that her friends were inside, yet she knew it was useless. Still, as Katherine started to ram her cock into her tiny body, Danielle tried to resist. 

She brought her legs up, only managing to just kick and rub her legs against the head of the cock as Katherine moaned again above her. Her movements were steady, the wall of flesh that was her cock plowing into her again and again. She could smell the salty musk of her precum as it leaked onto her, dripping over her head and body as Katherine groaned. 

“Katherine…” Danielle whimpered, curling into herself as she couldn’t help but try to shield herself in a fetal position. “Please stop! Please…” 

It was no use, as the giantess only continued with a groan, already fixated upon the outcome of this whole ordeal. 

“Stop!” Danielle sobbed out between trying to fight off the cock that was ramming into her, “Please, stop–you’ve done enough! Please!”

“You…brought this on yourself,” she stated, “I told you–you don’t get to just up and leave me. Fuck–I warned you. You said you never would, but you’re a fucking liar. I’ve imagined all the ways I’d get back at you–ugh–and this is better than anything I could have…” 

Danielle couldn’t find the words to respond, her body getting beaten hard against the hard flesh that was slamming into her and the wall that was starting to buckle behind her. She felt the massive cock head in front of her give a few twitches, Katherine letting out a strained noise above her before she pulled back somewhat. She let out a loud moan as her cock twitched again, unleashing a stream of cum. 

It hit Danielle like a train, drowning her completely in the thick substance. She was vaguely aware of the wall behind her bursting, Katherine’s other streams of cum pushing her further into the building as it burst through more. The design of the building had it pooling around her, Danielle trying in vain to swim in it, yet it was too thick and clung to her. In her nose, mouth. She was aware of the hard substances that brushed against her, managing to catch the sight of the back of Rachel’s head, covered in cum before another spurt buried them both. 

Katherine thrust her cock in deep, pushing the last of her orgasm through the building and out into the last bit of the city. What wasn’t covered in cum was crushed by her cock as she rubbed herself against the ruins, letting out deep moans as she savored the feeling. 

With a heavy sigh, she sagged somewhat, kneeling on her living room table. The ruins of the city clung to her legs and skin, bits of blood and other substances clinging to her breasts, torso, and legs. 

It was a complete mess, yet it was hard to hold back the triumphant grin that crossed her face. She knew she would have to keep an eye out for any survivors–and what interesting ways she could get rid of them. 

Still, she made her point, and she was nobody if not a woman of her word.