- Mary, surely you don't want to hear it, but your hand
has... a very particular smell, you should pay attention to those things when
you lift someone up.
The reaction to Judy’s words is immediate and beautiful.
First the tainy can feel the heat rising around her. The tiny hairs on her
daughter's skin, imperceptible at the apex scale, all stand up at the same
time, and from the giant neck a swift ripple of color runs, and the lightly
tanned skin takes on distinctly pink hues.
- I'm sorry – the giant replied blushing, taking her hand to
her face and sniffing her fingers.
Mary tells herself that there's nothing wrong with what she
did in the privacy of her room and that she doesn't have to be ashamed, but she
is. After what happened at the table, she planned to use Leslie to carry out
all the ideas that occurred to her but that she could not carry out out of
respect for her brother, or at least she was going to try to experience as many
as the delicate body of her classmate could bear before breaking. But she ended
up grounded in her room, frustrated, horny and deprived of her tainy toy. The
next good thing was an intense masturbation session remembering how she
deformed and mutilated the little family of tainys at her whim and imagining
how much more she could have done with Leslie. After an hour and several
orgasms, she changed her underwear, threw the dirty clothes into a basket in the
closet and lay down on the floor to cool off in the soft breeze from the window.
She was lucky that her mother didn't arrive before and find her all sweaty and
revved up. But like a fool, she forgot to wash her fucking hands and now she's
naked and red as a tomato in front of her mother.
- Anyway - Judy continues - before I say what I need to say,
I would appreciate it if you text your guest at the door that she can leave. I
told her that you couldn't see her today, but she insisted that she couldn't
leave without your permission.
Mary is touched by Leslie's obedience. Even though the
fragile tainy has been on her mind a lot in the past two hours, it never
crossed her mind that she was still waiting at the door. It’s not common to
find such an obedient tainy, it would be a waste not to use it as a pet. After
all, she can always find another toy to be brutalize against her crotch.
NOT TODAY.
GO AWAY.
NEXT TIME MY MOM TELLS YOU TO DO SOMETHING, FKN OBEY!
The response that Mary gets is a satisfying YES MARY. Leslie
is a natural, definitely pet material.
- Mary – the woman continues once her daughter puts the cell
phone aside-, first I want you to know that I don't like having to deal with
situations like this…
- Mom, I know what I did at the table was very fucked up,
okay? I promise it won't happen again and I'll apologize to Lester as soon as
he wants to talk to me. Don't worry.
There they are. The exact words Judy expected to hear when
she decided to talk to her daughter two hours ago. Of course, there is not an
ounce of intention in them, and it is obvious that the teenager says them only
to end the matter. And it could be so, Judy could settle for Mary's false
apologies and get on with her life until the next time the apex crosses the
line. But that's a ticking time bomb. People are dying, Mary's rebelliousness
isn't just tantrums, and besides, it's not just her daughter's immature
attitude anymore.
- It's a relief to hear you say that, Mary. What you did to
Evelyn and her family was really fucked up and Lester deserves an apology...
But there are things that have been done very wrong, dear, and I think those
mistakes ended up hurting your brother today.
Mary looks away, huffing and hiding the guilt she feels in
her throat at the memory of her brother kneeling over her girlfriend's severed
head, endlessly powerless to stop her massive sister, defeated and humiliated.
The snort her daughter gave was almost enough to knock Judy
off her feet so she opts to kneel, and takes advantage of her new position to
caress the ground on which she kneels, the skin of the teenager's belly.
- But it's not your fault, Mary. I am the one who has failed
you as a mother, and I am very sorry.
The apex had imagined an angry argument, or a long monologue
from her mother, or an attempt to get an apology from her, even an exchange of insults.
Something like a fight for control. But the conversation is definitely not
going the way Mary expected and hearing those words from her mother makes her
feel fucking horrible.
- Don't say that, Judy - she calls her name as her eyes fill
with tears -, you are a great mother, none of this is your fault - the small
caresses on her belly only make her feel worse, like a little girl who knows she
has disappointed her mother.
-Shhh... calm down my baby - she tries with both hands to
cover as much as she can of her daughter with her caresses.
- But it’s the truth. You have been a great mother to me…
although you didn't need to be. You took care of me since I was ten years old,
you kept a roof over me and you took care of me as if I were your own.
- You're mine, Mary. That you don't have my blood makes no
difference, I need you to know that no matter what happens, I will always love
you.
- But not like Lester – she answers with some envy -… and I
understand it. I understand that he is your real son, and that you need to
protect him from me. I really screwed up this time.
Judy pauses as Mary's arms crossed behind her back, across
her belly, forming an impassable wall. Her arms behind her, her breasts in
front and at her sides, her belly below. Now the tainy is surrounded by the
teenager, her heat and her scent. She's never been in a worse place to say
what's next.
- It's true, I don't love you like Lester- she pauses,
giving Mary the chance to slap her down and end the conversation if she so
chooses -. But I still love you, Mary. It's a different love, because he and
you are different, something I've failed to admit to myself until now. It
doesn't matter how much I love him or if I love him more than you because,
although blood doesn't make it, size does make a difference and I should have
shown it to you.
In the privacy of her bedroom, in the solitude of her mind,
Mary has always feared hearing her mother admit that she loves her less than
Lester. The teenager has tried to keep her weak little brother safe from that
feeling, but it seems that that envious corner of her soul finally unleashed its
violence on him at the dining room table. Her mother's words are confusing, but
manage to distract that violent creature that was stirring inside her.
- I don't understand you.
- You said that I took care of you, my girl, but the truth
is quite the opposite. You were barely ten years old when you became the only
apex in this house and, I don't know if you remember, but that day, a Child
Supervisor visited us, an apex, obviously, and she asked you if you wanted to
stay with me, or if you'd rather go with some apex relative. You were obviously
too young to notice, but she, that woman, never spoke to me. She spoke directly
to you, because even back then, your opinion was worth more than mine. If you
had chosen to leave, that woman would have taken you to her car and then gone
back for your things and, on her way out, she would have squashed Lester and me
under her high-heeled shoe, like vermin. I knew it and she knew it, I remember
that I never felt so scared and defenseless, my life, my son, everything I had
fought to build, depended on the decision of a ten-year-old girl. But you chose
to stay with me - tears fill the tainy's eyes -, you decided that I would be
your mother and that Lester would be your brother, you didn't doubt for a
second - she smiles proudly -, so the woman registered Lester and me in the
system, and we were assigned your newly created seal. That made me eligible for
apex jobs with apex salaries, because I had to support the most important thing
in the world: an apex child. It was you who took care of us, Mary. It’s your
seal that has kept your brother and I safe, it’s because of you that we can
live our lives without fear of ending up as a human's toy, or the snack for or
another apex.
- Woe to anyone who dares - growls Mary, suddenly crossed by
anger.
Judy can hear her muscles around her tense, feel them under
her feet, turn hard as steel. Her daughter's short, fierce reaction is terrible,
but lovely. With all that strength, Judy knows that the overwhelming physical
power of her daughter will unleash hell on earth to protect her. She feels
incredibly secure in Mary's body, but she also feels her mouth water and her
crotch heat up. She has to concentrate.
- But while I lived the good life, I was afraid to admit
that it was all thanks to you. I thought you could take advantage of that to
ignore my authority or throw it at Lester.
-I would never do that, Mom - the teenager's lower lip trembles,
ashamed of being feared by her mother, ashamed of having wanted to intimidate
her.
- Oh, my girl, please. Everything I tell you are my
mistakes. I should have known that there was nothing to fear, after all you
don't need a reason, you have the power to ignore me or abuse your brother
right here - she slaps the massive abdominal under her right hand -, but every
day you choose not to, you've always been respectful and careful.
- Yes, well, “respectful and careful”, I don't think Evelyn
would agree with that.
- That doesn't change anything. It's true that it's a shame
what happened to Evelyn and her family, but it did the trick for me, Mary. I
was able to compare what you are capable of and how kind you choose to be with
Lester and me, I could see the mistake I was making. It is my duty to teach you
how the real world works.
- Mom, I love you, but you're being cryptic as fuck. I'm
confused.
-Oh, I'm sorry – still on her knees, Judy only has to bend
down a little to kiss the skin of her daughter's belly – I’m going somewhere
with all this, just give me time, okay?
It's an innocent gesture of love, but Mary has forced enough
minis and tainys to worship her like a goddess and she's automatically turned
on by such an act. Goosebumps break out on her chest and her nipples swell and
by her own stupid decision to face her mother topless, her aroused nipples are
in full view of the tainy, who obviously notices her reaction, looks both
nipples erect and then look apex to face and carry as if nothing had happened.
- The thing is, now I understand that it's not my place to
decide what to tell you and what not. Only you can decide because you are the
only person that matters in this house. I know what I'm saying may seem wrong
or unpleasant to you, but that's how the world out there sees it and I must
prepare you for that world - She pauses, but her daughter has decided not to
intervene for now -. First of all, have you noticed that, on the maps, the apex
countries do not have borders with other apex countries?
- Oh really? << At what fucking moment did I start to
be in class? >>
- There is no doubt that I need to have a serious
conversation with your director, these things should definitely be tought in
history or geography classes.
- Umm… - the young woman suddenly looks somewhat
uncomfortable -, the thing is, mom, maybe I haven't been attending my history
classes as much as I should - she looks away - for a couple of years.
It seems to Judy that her daughter's absences should also be
something the school notifies her about, and she is sure that this neglect is
related to her being a tainy. Surely most of the school staff see Mary as a
student with no adults in charge.
- Well, whatever, that's right. Apex countries only have
borders with nations with small populations, at least on this continent.
- Don't humans have countries of their own?
- For infrastructure reasons humans and you share
settlements, as well as the minis and us. What I was going to is: can you think
of a reason for countries to arrange themselves like this?
- Because the apex are great? – She smiles, hoping that her
mother will give her the correct answer.
- No Mary, it's because the apex are the owners. In the case
of this country, the Ministry of International Cooperation is in charge of the
sixteen nations that surround us.
- But don't the little ones have their own parliaments and
stuff?
- Of course, for internal administration, no apex is
interested in micro-managing the affairs of minis and tinys. The Ministry only
sees to it that its neighbors maintain good relations with the apexes and are
useful to the larger race with their resources. For example, I was born in a
country known for producing wine. The apexes don't know grapes, because there
are no grapes on your scale.
- What is a grape?
- It's a fruit, don't worry about the grapes. The thing is, you
big girls love wine, so most of my country is dedicated to growing grapes and
we have a great economy. The Ministry of Cooperation ensures that this
production remains stable, and so with each neighboring country, or satellite
country. Every once in a while some nationalist or anti-apex party wins an
election and causes problems, but in a short time those countries start to have
problems with their own neighbors, they don’t receive credits from
international banks and their debtors stop paying what they owe. Eventually they
will be forced to ask the central country for help, that is, you, or they
resist on their own, create an internal disaster and get their ass kicked in
the next election. That is the work of Cooperation, that is why the jobs in
that ministry are so well paid. Now, do you know why the apex let the small
races manage themselves instead of just going in and enslaving the local
populations and taking over?
- Because we don't like to micromanage… and out of the kindness
and generosity of our hearts, I guess.
- I know you're kidding, Mary, but that's precisely the
reason... and efficiency, of course. More than power over the little ones or
being worshiped as gods by them, the apex love to live comfortably, but you are
huge and consume a lot of resources.
- Wow, what a subtle way of telling me that I'm fat - jokes
the apex.
Judy looks the teen right in her face and then opens her
arms wide, pointing to the long, broad, muscular surface where the young girl's
toned resting abs bulge, nothing could be further from “fat”.
- In short – she continues – the most efficient way to
produce everything necessary is with stable societies. If they enslaved
everyone they would have to be constantly dealing with putting down rebellions
and chasing down insurgents and killing would only get more rebellions.
Societies free of slavery and genocide, where races cooperate, have proven time
and time again to be more stable and productive, so it's up to you to keep
everyone safe and productive.
- But... It's not so safe for you, right? - the apex looks
uncomfortable before continuing -, I mean, most of you don't have a seal and
are exposed to being abused by us. I myself have killed about thirteen minis
and tinys this month alone.
- But only one percent of the population of small races
lives in the central country and very few of you live in the satellite
countries. The vast majority of minis and tinys never interact with the larger
races. All this machinery that keeps the races cooperating is maintained in the
administration of the Ministry of Cooperation and it turns out that it’s not a
delicate balance, the Code of behavior of Cooperation is like a religion for
the managers who work there, to begin with they have a lot of filters and
assessments to choose their staff, the apexes that get in are always
psychologically fit, they have an appreciation for the settlements they manage
and create personal connections with the teams they cooperate with across the
border, they pride themselves on improvements they get in production, but also
the improvements they get for local populations. The apex of the ministry see
the satellite countries as "their countries", they consider these populations
as their property, but in the best possible way, they care about keeping them
well, taking care of them. Kindness is an essential part of the system, Mary,
and society as we know it couldn't function if the majority of apexes didn't
have that goodness inside them.
- I am not part of that majority, then.
- A while ago, you could have punished me in any way
possible for entering your room without permission, or you could have grabbed
me from the floor and thrown me into your belly, my girl, but instead you chose
to let me climb into your hand by my own means and treat me gently. When I told
you I didn't love you like Lester…you could have crushed me between your
fingers and that would have been the end of me. But here I am, Mary, despite
all this, and here you are, grounded in your room and listening to me, even
though you don't have to obey me and I have no way of forcing you. I know it
doesn't seem like it when you've just tortured an entire family, but there's kindness
in you in every decision you make, my child, and that doesn't change just
because you have a little fun with a pair of no seal tainys. You just need to
learn that sense of ownership that Ministry managers use so well, so you can
see that Lester is your brother, but before that, he has your seal and that's
why he's your property. If you had been aware of that, you would have known
that Lester's happiness also belongs to you, and in that case I don't think you
would have done what you did with those people, after all, nobody wants to
break their stuff.
- Thank you, mom - her lip trembles again, but this time
it's for joy.
The huge teenager's eyes fill with tears and with both hands
she hugs the small woman.
Once again Judy feels the strong muscles beneath her contort
and pull against each other in the enormous effort of moving her daughter's
athletic body, which catches her in a big hug. The fragile woman is imprisoned
between the solid and rough surface of the hands and the soft and elastic mass
of her enormous boob, aware of the great care that requires from the teenager
not to break her. Judy lets herself be loved and enjoys the warmth that
surrounds her, and the scent, a mixture of sweat and musk. The intimacy of the
embrace ends up turning her on and in an act of daring that she hopes the apex
won't notice, she pokes her tongue between her lips and quickly licks the huge
mountain that her daughter has for chest.
Mary doesn't want to make her mother uncomfortable, so she
removes her hands and releases her. She goes to ask her something, but her
words get stuck in her throat when she sees her walking and stop on her sternum,
between her tits. The little woman has a lost look, her breathing is short and
fast with her mouth open and despite her difference in size, the teenager
notices the tainy's flushed face. The lust is evident in her mother's
expression… in the expression of Judy, the tainy she's not blood related to and
whom she's just given a very close encounter with her boobs.
- I think... it's very hot in these - with her hands she grabs
and kneads the firm breasts that surround the tainy, taking the opportunity to
massage her excited nipples between her fingers.
Judy still savors the sweat from her daughter's breasts. She
tries, but is hard to control herself while being surrounded by an apex like
Mary, in perfect physical condition, the highest expression of power on the
planet. Judy's hair begins to move and billow in a warm breeze that turns into
a powerful gust of wind, one coming straight from her daughter's mouth. The same
mouth that a couple hours ago tore and devoured Evelyn, or at least most of
her. The young girlfriend of her son, kind and good-willed, all her goals and
ambitions consumed by the same mouth that now releases a strong current of
wind. Judy is at the mercy of Mary and she can no longer resist, she barely
manages to bite her lower lip and endure still and in silence while the heat in
her crotch becomes an orgasmic wave that crosses her body and isolates her from
the world for an agonizing instant. She can only hope that Mary didn't notice.
Mary is going to blow normally, as she would to blow out a
candle, but it occurs to her that may be too much for her mother, so she
releases a soft blow, always in order to cool the tainy down. Her attempt to
end the petite woman's obvious arousal ends up making the situation even more
uncomfortable when she notices the little one between her breasts tense up and
give two small, but unmistakable moans. She just made her mother cum, with
barely a breath.
Moments later, Mary is setting her mother down on the floor
by the door, still inside the room. Looking up at the mighty colossus that is
her daughter and around her, Judy notices that she is just steps away from the
room and after a few seconds of hesitation, she leaves.
Mary breathes a sigh of relief when closes the door behind
her mother, but she's still horny, hot as hell. She needs relief. Clutching the
doorknob, she thrusts her crotch into the solid door, and to her surprise, the
impact brings her a spark of pleasure. She seriously needs it, thrusts again
and feels the stimulation in her mound once more. And she does it again, and
again.
The door, the floor, the walls, everything shakes with each
brutal impact. Judy immediately understood what those blows are… or rather what
those explosions are, and she is terrified. But she can't take her hand off her
vagina.
- Please, stop… - she mutters between muffled moans, unable
to stop.
The tainy shamelessly masturbates in front of Mary's room.
She listens as the solid wood and metal structure that stands in front of her
begins to creak and groan, unable to withstand the massive strength of the
apex. There are very few structures capable of withstanding the unleashed power
of such massive beings.
- It's not fair - her voice trembles and she collapses on
her knees when her legs can no longer support her -... it's not fair...it's not
fair.
Beyond the abuse, it’s the unfairness, the irrational and
arbitrary superiority of an apex over the rest of the world what drags her to
the climax. The petite woman moans and shrieks with pleasure again until
suddenly her voice is gone, convulsing out of control, over and over with the
pulses of a fierce orgasm, unable to express with her voice the hell that is
breaking loose inside of her.
Mary's breathing is rushed and ragged as she recovers from
the violent orgasm she just brought herself to. A copious sheen of sweat
accentuates her tired musculature.
- Shit! - she mutters under her breath when she lets go of
the doorknob and sees it deformed and crushed by her hand.
The whole door has a battered look, but Mary decides she
won't deal with that today. It's a problem for tomorrow, now she just wants to
sleep.
Judy can only grunt as she enjoys the post-orgasm comedown.
When she manages to focus, her breath still shaky, she sees the cracks in the
paint on the door. They are small, but they are there, indications of the
damage the structure received. A not-so-subtle reminder of what Mary can
unleash, anytime, allways. Truly the power of her daughter is monstrous. She is
a monster. And a Goddess.