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There was a busy street in the historic center of Salvador a Bahia with its board offering passersby their delicacies. The woman, Vera, was 36 years old, black skinned and dressed in a white dress and turban. She was kind of chubby but her smile and warm expression from afar gave her a beautiful and slender look.

The woman served the people who passed next to one of her daughters, who played on the floor of the sidewalk in front of the townhouse where they lived and where the tent of Vera was also erected. Not far from the woman and her daughter a small green stroller on the floor stood still. It was small enough to be a toy, but without anyone noticing, the vehicle was manned.

  ** What are we going to do, Atta? Our crew is gone and we are out of fuel! ** Asked a tiny little man inside the miniature car. And the young lady next to him replied a little impatient but containing his annoyance. ** Padius, understand, this planet is essentially a replica 25 times bigger than ours! That is, we can easily find supplies here... We just need to go out and look!** But of course the young man next to her, Padius, did not like the idea very much. **Are you crazy? These monsters out there can devour us or worse!** But she explained . **I just said they are human! Well, there are also animals, but.. Finally, humans do not eat humans, so if that is your concern relaxes!**

Padius did not want to give in, but Atta was determined to get fuel, so she got out of the car, armed with a rifle as small as her. By the way, Atta was a young girl, thin and low even for her proportion. It would have for Padius 1.50m, but for humans its size would be 6cm. While his friend had 7 centimeters for humans and 1.75 for Atta. Both were teenagers, the girl was 13 or 14 and the boy was about 16. Despite this, the two were dressed in military-looking costumes and carried bulletins with ammunition, pistols and even gas masks. Both had repeating rifles and armed themselves with them when at the girl's initiative they left their car - a jeep, in fact - to look for alcohol, their fuel.

The vehicle was in a corner of the sidewalk, between a huge white wall of the townhouse and a flower vase positioned behind a huge ear (brazilian public telephone). It was relatively well hidden, as giant humans would not pay attention to a "toy" behind a vase in the middle of the sidewalk. And if they did they could easily accept that it was a toy of the 4-year-old who played nearby with his dolls while his mother sold acarajes.

**The plan is as follows...** Said Atta to the partner **Our jeep is powered by alcohol, so we just need a little of that to follow the journey** Padius followed the incredulous partner, he said: ** tah... But look at these humans... If we can call them that... This guria in front of us looks like a king Kong and should only be about 4 years old or something...!** , * *thank her for being young, so if she sees us she can forget us. But I don't think an adult will pass up if they see two tiny teenagers!**

They kept walking, the idea was to cross the girl and look for any alcohol on the huge board of Bahia. But the child, who played with dolls four times larger than the little ones, did not take long to realize their movement. She was taken in by an animal curiosity and then dropped her Barbies to stretch out her "little" childish hand and try to grab one of the miniature soldiers. The girl, as the mother was black and her whitish palm soon hovered over Padius, who frightened did not know how to retreat and ended up shooting desperately in the child's hand. Her rifle did not hurt her more than a bee sting, but the pain felt was enough for the child to scream and get angry.

Endowed with anger and pain, the girl, Aghata, rose to the top of her apparent 25 meters, with the will of her feet ready to exterminate the insect that stung her. **Bad pet!** Bulbuciated with his childish language while his foot, shod in a pink sandal, violently addressed Padius and, consequently, Atta.

**Did you have to provoke?** Complained Atta while pulling the partner to both escape the collision. **It is not my fault! Me... I didn't know what to do!** The two little ones spent some time just running randomly on the sidewalk while running away from the colossal child. Until finally Atta got tired of Aghata's relentless attack and decided that to retreat he would need to distract the child; then she had Padius run towards the jeep as she aimed her rifle at the giantess. She wanted to avoid unpleasant reactions, but was forced to shoot Aghata's left eye. Her projectile, almost the size of a grain of sand, could not cross the ocular orb of the girl, but it would easily stun her like a wasp sting at one of the most sensitive points in the human body.

As a result the girl began to cry vigorously, the little Atta knew that her mother would soon come to her rescue and when it happened it was stupid to be near. Then she ran into the jeep with a racing heart and waited for the inevitable to happen. Soon a furious Vera came to check on her daughter. The child on account of the bad pain may explain to mother about the little ones but the woman began to inspect around furiously, and, her frown was so severe that Atta was extremely relieved that her vehicle was not suspicious in the eyes of the human. On the other hand Padius was nervous, and the thing only got worse when the woman started

walking!

Continues...

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The woman moved, she was huge, for a human would have only 1.65 but for the tiny humanoid extraterrestrials in that tiny cart she looked like a real kaiju of 41 meters; what if it wasn't big enough still counted on the fact that Vera was a bit fat, which made each of her steps echo even more.

**We are lost!** Screamed Padius, **of course not! There's no way she's gonna suspect us!** Atta said, although she was also tense. But for the luck of the little ones in fact the woman did not suspect them. She just moved on and went to a newcomer, her 18-year-old daughter, who had just approached the townhouse and saw her sister crying.

**Mother, what happened to Aghata?** the girl asked. The woman then approached the child, analyzed his eye and found: **A bug bit her eye... I'll take her to the health post, can you keep an eye on things here for me, Flavia?** The young mulatto agreed and so her mother left the board with her younger daughter. The girl, although uncharacterized (as baiana) was on the board serving customers who passed there for a caraje or vatapa buy. After a while the little ones realized that the weather was no longer tense and Atta concluded that it was time to leave again.

**Have you gone crazy?** Complained Padius. **I have already taken too much risk! I'm not going out!** The tiny girl stared at him with a look of disgust as she spoke: **why did you become a soldier if you are so cowardly?** , **coward? Me? I was almost crushed by a brat! And I almost fell apart when that woman approached! I may be a coward! But it's better to be a living coward than a dead brave! If you're so brave, go there, Athos!** 

He shouldn't have called Atta by that name, it was a name that a long time ago the girl decided to bury and see her partner call her so just because she was desperate made the young military woman not know if she should feel sorry or anger of the colleague. Finally she faced him with her worst frown and said: **stay there then, you coward! I'll go over there and get the alcohol! I'll take a radio, even though I know you're not going anywhere until I get back!**

So Atta once again left the jeep and his security guard carrying only his basic equipment and a rifle. She this time put on her helmet and took a radio, looked back at Padius' eyes and suddenly had a chill. He felt like he was never going to see his partner again and for some reason he felt like crying. Will that soon passed when Padius shouted from the jeep: **are you rolling up, fag?**

She then showed her middle finger and turned to the gigantic Flavia. Then the tiny young woman walked as fast as her little legs allowed toward the board. As she approaches Flavia's feet she cannot help but feel her musk. The giant mulatto had been walking through the Bahia sun all morning so it was only natural that her huge black feet were emanating a strong salty smell. Atta recognized that Flavia's feet were beautiful despite being monstrously large, but could not help but be bothered by its aroma after all, i didn't have the tiny little girl any reason not to bother.

What approach should be taken? Climbing the board? The bigger and older girl would hardly notice the little one on the board, since it was full of the most colorful Bahian foods; where Atta's green uniform would easily camouflage itself in the middle of peppers, caruru, cocadas and vatapas. So that was the plan, but the girl calculated and judged that her progress would be much faster climbing the leg of Flavia than if she were to climb the leg of the table. As a result, she approached the black girl's foot and soon climbed into her slipper, she brushed her dark skin and with as much delicacy as possible began to climb her rooting for Flavia not to notice her. The fact that the giantess was half sweaty helped the little girl's grip and within minutes she was on the thigh of the bigger girl.

Padius watched Atta's bravery in his hideout in the jeep, he was upset by what he said to his companion. It was not his intention to offend his colleague, but he was afraid to find himself in a Giant world where everything was going against his life and the fact that Atta dealt with it better than he made him feel frustrated. And if he called himself Atta by that name it was simply because he knew that trans girls hate being called by the name of baptism. But now he has acknowledged that he made a mistake and felt that he should try to repair it. He then picked up the radio and tried to communicate with Atta.

**Would you like anything else?** asked Flavia to a client, who said she was already satisfied. Then he paid the girl and when Flavia went to get the change instinctively took his hand to the pocket of the shorts (even if the mother's money was in a pocket on the board), she unknowingly pushed the tiny Atta into her pocket and as she put her hand on her jeans reminded her that the savings were in the pocket. But when she pulled her hand out of her pocket Atta was violently razed out and fell onto the board amid so much food - which in theory was a favor.

But Padius, who watched it all, thought her colleague was hurt by the rapid displacement. So without trying to communicate over the radio he got out of the jeep and ran without the rifle towards the giant board. The client of Flavia after receiving the change left precisely on the same side where Padius ran hastily. The woman was white, she dressed in gym clothes and wore pink sneakers. He was 28 years old and had an athletic body. It would not be difficult for his massive foot to compress Padius to death. His foot hovered over the little one at a speed that the same bad could register. He ran so eagerly to help Atta that bad noticed the huge tennis shoes landing violently in front of him, like a missile whose impact knocked him down causing him to roll against the sidewalk. Luckily the unfortunate survived.

While Atta, she found herself immersed in a warm world full of the most varied snacks of Bahian cuisine, she walked between bowls and plates. He aspired to the strong aroma of spicy items but did not find a drop of alcohol. In the end the heat of the fried acarajes and the smell of the peppers began to sicken the girl who finally staggered and fell lying on a lot of shrimp. She remembered the gas mask and lying on a plate began to roll over her purse to pick up the item. 

By an unfortunate coincidence at that very moment the young Flavia concluded that she had sold enough for a day and decided to keep what was left, and, but if they were leftovers why not pinch one of them? She then decided to eat a shrimp! What was not Atta's astonishment when she saw the huge black hand with a whitish palm approaching with the intention of pinching it between her fingers. She wore the mask badly, was still nauseated by the heat and the smell so could not get up in time to escape the clutches of the giantess. She was caught between the thumb and forefinger of the mulatto and carried to her fleshy, red lips ready to devour mercilessly what was supposed to be a shrimp.

On the floor the little Padius watched in horror as his esteemed co-worker was forcelessly carried into the mouth of this girl-shaped monster. He wished he had his rifle in his hands and had a prodigious sight like Atta's to save her. But there was no time to run up to the jeep and grab the rifle. There was nothing he could do but scream helplessly as he watched his friend being devoured.

Or... There'd... He recalled that he had grenades in his terminal.He did not think twice before drawing out two, three of them and removing their triggers. He touched all of us feet of the giantess and soon a tiny explosion prevented the colossal mulatto from sticking the tiny Atta in his mouth.

Flavia screamed when she felt a slight burn on her left foot, she looked down and saw smoke. He looked ahead and saw a tiny 7-centimeter soldier, he seemed to tremble too much to be a toy, and his blond hair was clearly not plastic. She looked at him for a few seconds before looking at his hand and seeing that he was holding another soldier, but in a helmet. She did not know how to react for a few seconds but soon knelt down near Padius and reached out her free hand for him to climb. 

Padius backed off, he drew his pistol and even trembling said... Unleash... Release her!** . The look of Flavia ceased to be a surprise and began to have tenderness. She looked at her little prisoner in a helmet and gas mask and then said, more to herself: **she?**

**Do you want her?** asked Flavia with a mischievous smile **then come pick up!** She reached out again to Padius. Atta by this time was almost unconscious, by the things that passed. (Heat, intense smells, fear of being eaten, etc.) 

It remained that Padius

knew how to deal with the situation.

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Slowly Atta began to regain her consciousness, she realized that she was still pinched between Flavia's powerful fingers, of those who sought to look at the face only to realize that his captor looked at the ground with a mischievous look. The tiny little girl turned her head down as well as she could and finally spotted on the distant ground, below the apparent 42 meters of the giantess, her tiny partner cuddled but wielding, though trembling, your pistol.

In her bandoleira the young military woman still carried her rifle, on her back, but she was unable to access it, since her entire body was surrounded by the powerful phalanges of Flavia. What after a while the girl realized was better, after all she was sensible enough to be aware that even shooting this colossal mulatto she would not survive. If the giantess let go she would die in the fall, if she didn't let go... Probably retaliate. Atta would never provoke a reaction whose results were not manageable. It would remain to entrust his survival to Padius' ability to face this impasse. 

The gigantic mulatto crouched on the sidewalk, with one leg kneeling and the other bent. She looked smiling at the little man in front of her, trying to see the details of his face as well as she could. It was extraordinary to find a human being so small, so fragile and, at least for her, so beautiful. In contrast he looked at the still smaller figure in his right hand, one that was all covered with a gas mask and helmet. Finally, the young woman decided to repeat the proposal: 

**Hey, little one, if you want your friend just come and get her**. 

She then lowered her hand and left Atta at the height of Padius, but a little distant from him. In addition, her powerful fingers still tightly hugged the teenager, preventing her from getting up and running away. Padius did not know how to react, everything seemed to indicate that it was a trap, and from his perspective that young adult was a terribly sinister creature. She was beautiful, her features were soft and her lips fleshy with a rounded nose. But its size was surreal for the boy, who swore he would be able to feel the pulsation of the growing giantess's body.

He felt as if her immense breasts were to jump out of the cropped and fall on him, and his bent leg seemed to emanate energy as it crushed the air between her calf and thigh. As if that were not enough, the fact that Flavia was black allowed her to proudly sport a cascade of curly hair that descended voluminously to her shoulders, leaving her even bigger and more sinister. Over the left corner of her upper lip was a mole completing her beauty, a beauty that was absurdly construed with the danger that this girl represented.

**If you no longer want your little friend I can think of staying with her!** , joked the girl, to Padius' distress, who felt this as a legitimate threat and did not delay to lower his pistol and walk slowly to the huge hand that held the tiny Atta. 

Padius approached his hand and stretched his arm to touch his partner, when without any warning Atta was snatched up and the air moved at the same speed, forcing the boy to close his eyes and when he finally opened them he came across the colossal seductive form of Flavia at the height of its 1.70m. She stared at him with a satisfied smile.

**Sorry, little one, but if someone sees me talking to a pet on the floor they will think I am crazy!** , she gave a light laugh and took her prisoner girl into her back pocket. Flavia was a full-bodied woman with thick thighs and a huge hip. Her glutes were so big and plump that she could easily be the miss butt champion. To make matters worse, I was wearing jeans. In simple terms, Atta would not be at all comfortable in your pocket.

**Rail her!** Screamed Padius, but in response only found an immense whitish palm coming towards him next to brown phalanges ready to embrace him. Not knowing how to react he shot several times, which at first made Flavia retreat, after all they were like stings, but lucky for the giantess the skin of the palm and soles of the feet are the most resistant of the body, so she soon absorbed the shock of the shots and, now a little bored, she said, he stepped violently against the ground. His stomping stunned the tiny military man who then fell to the ground, dropped his gun and only had time to watch Flavia's hand cloister him in the darkness.

When she realized Padius was in her pocket next to Atta, and to the displeasure of the crew, the young woman had a lot of work to do, so she would not stand still. She had to disassemble her mother's board and store her items. This caused him to walk and walk and during the act his gluteus muscle often pressed the double in his pocket. Luckily the pocket was jeans, which meant they wouldn't be thrown from side to side during the move. But in contrast the pressure that would keep them standing would cause their bodies to faint after continually being compressed between a wall of jeans and another in which behind was a wall of muscles and fat. Each movement of the woman repeatedly pressed her prisoners against her flesh. It did not take long for the pain to punish them by imposing fatigue and despair.

**Sinto...! Ai...! Sorry...! By ... That hour...! ** Padius said amidst the turbulence he felt, but Atta only replied: **ai...! It's not... It's not time! ... it's not time...for this..**, the duo was tired and had no way of knowing how long this affliction would last. In her heart Atta felt guilty, because she let herself be captured only because she forgot to wear the mask when she fell on that board full of unhealthy aromas for her little body. She didn't know why Padius decided to get out of the jeep, but wished he hadn't.

Meanwhile the girl finished saving the table on which her mother was setting up her board when suddenly a friend of hers appeared, her name was Mirla, a young Japanese-Brazilian girl who studied with Flavia and on weekends went out with her for bohemian activities. Mirla was half a delinquent, just as Flavia was still in high school at 18.

**And what, Miga?** She said with a smile, ** what's it like? just good?**. Flavia hugged her and they both exchanged kisses on the cheeks, then the mulatto replied. **I'm good, I was only saving my mother's treks. And you, are you walking?**. **I'm going to buy a bunch! Then I saw you and came to count some ruffles.**, **what is the good one?**, **good is not... At least not for you!**, **desembucha, oxe!**, **Henrique is dating my sister!**, **what? Why?**, **I will be there. I think he likes skinny!**, Flavia looked at the sides half upset, but soon exclaimed, **Do what!**, **are you okay? Not angry?**, **I'm, right... But... He gets tired of her, until then I have a consolation! ** Said smiling.

**Oxe!** challenged Mirla **you can tell me everything, Dona Flavia!**. But the mulatto only crossed her arms and with a smile said: **at the right time you will know!**. Mirla did not like this answer but Flavia insisted on keeping it secret, after all how to explain that the boy who was her "crush" at school he had a tiny look-alike and it was stuck in his pocket?

**And how's Sophia?** Flavia asked, to which her friend replied with some disdain, **Our sister in common? That brat hit the ship! She said she saw a truck this big, full of goblins walking down the street!**. Upon hearing this Flavia expressed surprise to her friend, but was determined not to tell anyone for now about her little prisoners. So she disguised her feelings and simply asked, ** leprechauns? Type... Little men? And dressed in green?**, Mirla surprised the question, but tried to answer **I don't know... Goblins dress in green, don't they? And I don't know if there are females but... Ah, who calls?**. Flavia was thoughtful, she wanted to ask more but did not want her friend strange his curiosity, so simply said, **Ah, Sophia must be watching a lot of drawing, she is a nerd, she is a nerd, right?**, **spoke and said, Miga! In reality, you are more my sister than she**

The two continued talking for a while longer, but without Flavia knowing in her pocket the little ones also took advantage of the truce to dialogue. Both were tired, sore due to the enormous pressure that the buttocks of the mulatto had hitherto exerted on them, but when she stopped to talk, after all they could the military try to pull themselves together.

**It was bad... ** Padius started, **I should not have... Called you..**, **no need to apologize**, interrupted Atta, **I understand that you did not want to be transphobic, that you were just afraid... What I don't understand is why you changed your mind and got out of the car.**. Padius was powerless, psychologically shaken, if it did not fall to the bottom of the pocket it was simply because its inert body was not strong enough to bend against the fabric wall in front of it, he was stunned by the darkness and musky smell of that place. He just wanted to sleep. 

**You should wear your mask, Padius**, recommended Atta, **the air here is rarefied, in addition the pressure makes it difficult to breathe.**, The boy turned his face towards the voice of his friend, he could not distinguish his features in the midst of darkness, then just imagined the confident face of the girl three years younger, after all he said: **Atta, you... Me... I'm a real bastard! I called you a fag and I called you Athos! Me... Me... I didn't mean to be an idiot, but... That place! This place is hell! I shouldn't be here! I don't even remember why we're here! I just wanna go home alive! And that means I really am a coward!**

Atta wanted to console him, but his intuition made it clear that his colleague needed to vent, so she allowed him to continue. **I am a coward! But I'm not a wobble! I knew that if I abandoned you I would never forgive myself! Besides if you died I'd be waiting in that damn jeep forever! That is, until some creature shows up and I get killed! I need you! I don't know how she got you but I know if you died it would mean I would die too! It would mean there would be no more hope! I don't want that! I wanna survive! I need you!**

**Padius...** Atta, on the other hand did not feel so proud of her person, she knew she was caught because she acted recklessly, i knew that if it wasn't for Padius at this point either she would be mutilated in the belly of this giantess, or she would have been torn apart and then spit on the ground, like an unpalatable food. She felt ashamed of herself, after all she was always a highly competent soldier, had the best aim, knew body fight and was intelligent. She was the youngest of his battalion and this could not be in vain. She knew who she was, she had known for five years. When she left Athos to become Atta, she left the orphanage to be a cadet and learn all she could from her idol, then Colonel Gairu. 

If Gairu saw her now, stuck in a pocket, squeezed between the fabric and the huge ass of a civilian, what would his idol think? Would it be acceptable? After all, the civilian was a 42-meter monster. Or not? Would it be a shame? After all when her flying saucer landed on Earth she was perfectly aware of the dangers that awaited her, much more aware than Padius and probably that much of the platoon. Officially his disk accidentally landed on Earth, but the most competent soldiers knew that the colonel had a secret mission, they received information about the Earth and were able to prepare. The truth in the end is that Atta's greatest shame now was not to let herself be captured, but to have let Padius and so many others unprepared enter this hostile territory.

**Padius...** Atta could not tell about the secret mission, it would be treason to the colonel, who incidentally was still his idol. At the time she was unsure if anyone was injured, but Padius and she were alive, so it was soon too early to conclude that Gairu was a bad leader for hiding information from subordinates. Thus, the only thing Atta could do for his helpless colleague was to remain his backer. **...Padius, I promise we'll get out of this! I know the situation is complicated but remember what I said. The beings that inhabit this planet are only humans 25 times larger than us. If they are human, we can negotiate. We're still alive, so I don't think this woman just wants to kill us because we're different... We'll take the pressure for now and when she gets us out of here I'll get along with her!**

Padius only needed Atta to be strong for him, and when the girl took her strong stance again, he could finally allow himself to rest even though he was

squeezed in the ass of a giantess.

Continues...

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Although she promised his colleague that everything would be fine, there was no way Atta could guarantee the future of both. When they were finally released from the giantess' pocket, they immediately gained a new dungeon, much worse because then they found themselves trapped in a fetid environment loaded with paper cylinders, which they soon realized was a pack of cigarettes. Atta recommended that Padius wear his gas mask.

In this inhospitable environment they waited for what seemed like hours, immersed in darkness and equally shaken physically and morally, they spoke little. Atta did not want to show weakness to Padius, although he also did not know how to cheer him up, so he preferred to keep silent in order to ensure his impassibility. As for the boy, he felt bad for having shown so much vulnerability before, it is true that Atta was a more talented military, but was also younger and on top a girl. He did not lie when he said he needed her, but his insides punished him for insisting that it was his duty to protect her, that he was a man and also older.

Flavia at this time was having dinner with the family, her mother returned to the townhouse just before dusk and reported that the wound in her sister's eye had not caused permanent damage. So the three women sat at the table with their father, Solano, a 40-year-old white man. During dinner the girl was so anxious to play with her prisoners that bad paid attention to events. Her mother complained about the sting in Aghata's eye, which she often whined about as she tried to unprolifetically explain that she saw tiny humans on the ground and they attacked her. And the patriarch of the family complained about the daughter having repeated year once more and so remain in high school despite already being 18 years.

When the dinner was finally over, the mulatto went to the dishes to wash and perform other small household chores. Her sister tried to talk to her but Flavia only kissed her eye patch, lightly, and said she had to go finish her schoolwork; it was just an excuse to go entertain her captives, but little Aghata found herself forced to believe it and let her sister go up to her room.

Flavia's room was at the top of the townhouse, right next to her parents' room, whose wall they shared. Both rooms also had an exit to a shared balcony, which was adorned by a colonial-style braided iron parapet and was adorned with several tropical flower pots, about everything "with me no one can".

Arriving in her room, the young woman went to her dresser and opened the panty drawer, stretched her arm to the bottom and took her pack of cigarettes. Her father didn't like her smoking or drinking, but the habit was shared with her mother so she didn't think it was fair to be the only one censored. She usually kept a pack hidden which turned out to be useful for hiding her prisoners while carrying out mandatory interactions with her family members.

Finally the light entered the dungeon where Atta and Padius were already exhausted for a day that seemed to have no end. Flavia smiled when she saw her little ones inside, strangely at first because now they were both masked, but it was not long before she realized which Padius was, the slight difference in height and the fact that he remains without a helmet. The young woman then walked to her bed as she spoke. **Hello, pets! ** She smiles. **I hope it didn't make a bad impression!**

The girl sat on the bed and crossed her legs, depositing the pack of cigarettes in front of her shin. Then Flavia stretched her fingers to pinch her prisoners, those who could not resist since their cloister was narrow and evil could move in it without colliding with each other or with cigarettes. One by one the teenagers were removed from the box and deposited between the walls of brown meat that were the huge thighs of the girl. 

**Take off your masks, pets, I want to see your faces!

Padius in an instant tore off the mask and Flavia smiled as she reviewed the face of her "crush" printed on that homunculus, but Atta removed the mask and felt that the giganta's request still covered her helmet. She then removed the protection of her head and for the first time the monumental girl could observe the countenance of her first prisoner. She smiled as she poked Atta's head, **how cute you are! What's your name?**

Just as Padius Atta was a blond girl, she tied her hair in a not too long ponytail that went down to the right side of her shoulder. His nose was straight and thin and his eyes were blue and sweet, although at the time they were extremely serious. She was not comfortable with Flavia's huge finger stroking her hair, but if she hoped to dialogue with her it was necessary to make a good impression.

**My name is Atta, and I am...** But Flavia interrupted, **And you little man? What's his name?** , Padius only answered his name, he was more visibly tense, but tried to maintain composure. And the giantess continued: **Padius? Atta? Oh, my God, what horrible names! ** She laughed, then proceeded to caress the boy.

**I do not know where you came from, but I think I will stay with you**, decreed the giantess in an affable tone, as if talking to children. Obviously the military did not react very well, ** What? How so? ** Said Atta, **You can not stay with us, we have to leave!**. Flavia then looked scornfully at the girl and said, **although? You're cutie! A cute pet that even you wouldn't survive outside. If you see it right I'm doing you a favor!**. Atta looked at her with a scowling look and clenched her fists, she did not know how to react to Flavia's insults, so she needed to think. And Padius realizing the silence of the partner decided to intervene.

**Mug... We need your help... Our... Our platoon... ** 

**Don't say anything to her!** Interviu Atta, which Flavia disapproved, **Let him speak, little girl, I want to know!**. Atta approached Padius and said clearly tense, **We cannot give details to her! Information is a valuable weapon!**

Flavia was annoyed by Atta's posture and without warning stretched her fingers to grab the girl. Atta was suddenly lifted by the powerful fingers of the mulatto, who led her to her face imprinting on the mind of the little girl the sinister weight of her immense frown.

Atta momentarily froze, each facial muscle of the larger girl looked like a predator about to dismember her. She felt one of the greatest reliefs of her life when that violent expression dissipated from the colossal countenance to be immediately replaced by a condescending smile. **I scared you?**

Flavia then deposited the little one on one of her feet, just outside the wall made by her legs, and turned her attention to the captive on the inner part of her lower limbs. **Tell me everything, little Padius, and if I realize you're lying I will punish your friend!** , Padius was astonished, did not know how to proceed, after all revealing information would be treason for Atta, but to retain them meant subjecting Atta herself to know what torture Flavia had prepared. 

**Girl, please...**, **Call me Flavia, cute!**, she interrupted, **Alias, cuddly, I did not like her name at all... I'll call you Henry, will I?**. Padius did not know how to react, but soon the giantess continued, **Then Henriquezinho, what is so important that little Atta does not want you to say?** , In doubt, he was silent. **You will not collaborate, cuddly?**, more silence of the boy. **As you wish!**

Flavia reached out to Atta, who was prepared for this moment. She did not know what the promised punishment would look like, and if on one side she did not want to receive it, on the other she knew it was too early to appeal to the guns. Then she just dodged the black phalanges of the mulatto and rolled back, retreating again and again to the annoyance of the giantess.

After all Flavia lost her patience and spread her legs, providing a visual spectacle for the girl who momentarily bewildered and bad could react when the immense sensual forms voted to close this time with their extremities extremely close to her body. Atta was pressed between the pink soles of the mulatto giantess, who looking at her in that situation did not take long to exchange her grudge for a sarcastic smile.

**Atta!** , shouted the boy, **release her! You'll hurt her!**, Flavia stretched her index finger and pimped on the little man, while with a sweet voice said, **I will not hurt her! You go, Henrique! Or you can just tell me and I'll let her go!** , **okay! What she didn't want me to tell her is that there are more of us! Now release her!**, but Flavia did not let go.

She kept holding Atta between her feet, not pressing her too hard as it was not her intention to bump the girl, but squeezing enough for Atta to vocally express her pain. The little girl tried not to scream but the pressure on her body, the heat and the smell; all this made her imprisonment a painful and unpleasant experience. The sweat from Flavia's foot began to pinch the skin of the girl, who was very sorry to have removed her mask since now she was aspiring countless doses of the musky smell of the young Bahian's foot.

She did not want to give in, but she could swear that Flavia was gradually increasing the force with which she held her between her clear soles. She heard when Padius told her what Flavia wanted, and was frustrated when she still had to remain trapped between two feet as big as tanks. She for a moment fell into irrationality and decided that she should target Flavia at least once...

**Release her!**, shouted Padius once again, but Flavia just smiled and said: **Henry, you did not ask please!** , please! Release my friend!**, when he said please the Bahian laughed loudly - perhaps louder than he should - and with a condescending gaze continued, **Fuck! You really asked!** And just for fun she used the indicator to knock Padius on his back on the mattress. 

**Why did you do this? I'm collaborating!** he pleaded, to which the giantess only commented, **ahh, how cute!**. Padius got up, he finally realized that Flavia was only playing with him. Then the girl again knocked him down with her finger and asked, **are you soldiers? How many of you guys are here? Where's the others?**

Padius tried to get up to answer, but once again was thrown against the mattress, he said, he understood that Flavia did not want him standing so he just tried to answer to her in hopes of helping Atta. 

**I don't know where my platoon is, but yes... We're soldiers. We arrived on this planet in a flying saucer, where the rest of the battalion is. Our ship needed repairs so several platoons split up to find parts for maintenance. Me and Atta have lost touch with others and now we need help!  that's all I know!

Flavia spent time thinking about what she heard, reflecting on all this miraculous information, she ended up loosening the prison of flesh in which she kept Atta and slowly but desperately the girl could crawl out of the fetid trap. When he broke free, Atta fell face down on the mattress breathing heavily and urgently. Her muscles were sore and her morale shaken, she could not believe she had descended so low in such a short time. And that foolish idea continued to gain space in his brain, even though it was incompatible with the dominant thoughts.

**So you are ETs? ** asked the giantess **Type of Mars?**, and Padius still sitting on the mattress tried to answer, **technically we are not ETs, but yes, we are aliens.**, Flavia did not understand, so she was upset, **are you making me angry, pet?  same shit!**. **No! I explain... We are aliens, but we came from another Earth. So we are not ETs because ET means extraterrestrial and by definition we are...** But he never finished his prayer, Flavia crippled herself and struck a blow at the mattress causing Padius to jump back and shut up.

**I've heard enough, now let me see... ** She looked at Atta still fallen and pathetic and for the first time paid attention to the fact that she was carrying a rifle in the bandoleira. She reached out to Atta and made Padius protest, but soon he stopped when he saw that the giganta's target was the rifle and not Atta's corpuscle. But as the rifle was attached to its owner, Flavia ended up lifting Atta's inert body before shaking her hand and knocking him down. Atta was left without his gun, much to his chagrin.

**You will not need this toy, short.**, said Flavia as she approached the Atta gun to her eyes to better analyze the piece. She recalled that Padius had shot her before and the feeling was like the sting of an aculeado, then she imagined that this tiny weapon was probably functional and finally an information popped into her mind.

**It was one of you who shot my sister?**

There was no answer, Padius feared for what Flavia would do when she found out and Atta was processing everything that happened. Moreover she was furious that Flavia had taken her rifle, it was not for her a simple weapon. This rifle had Gairu's name written on its butt, for it once belonged to the colonel, when he was still captain. He gave it as a gift to Atta in his last graduation. This rifle meant that a part of her hero was with her and seeing him taken without being able to resist caused Atta to feel simultaneously humiliated and summoned. She thought she should have shot Flavia in the eye when she had the chance.

**Which one of you shot Aghata in the eye?** the mulatto asked in a harsher tone, and this time there was an energetic answer. **I was! ** Atta got up and looked at the giantess with a furious look, she was sweaty, her hair messy and her skin once very white all reddish. And in his right hand was a pistol, which without hesitation used to shoot in the direction of Flavia.

However, despite being the best shooter in her platoon, she was so exhausted from being tortured, as well as hungry and dominated by animalistic impulses; that her shot did not hit the eye. Flavia was sitting, if she was standing her eye probably wouldn't be an option, but at that distance even with an Atta pistol she would usually hit, but in that case she ended up hitting a nostril of Flavia.

The projectile hit the target violently enough to burn in eventually causing a sneeze, which did not hurt enough to stun the giantess but certainly made her very angry. Then as soon as a gust of air slipped out of her nostrils she wiped away the residual mucus particles on her lips and looked at Atta with the same frown as before, but this time the little one did not back down. Fatigue, hunger, and primitive anger temporarily blocked his fear. Which wasn't good...

Flavia stretched out her hand, Atta dodged her fingers and shot other times but this time more desperately. Padius tried to calm her down but she didn't even hear his words. In the end Flavia was so pinched in the skin that she screamed and got out of bed irritated. She stood at the height of her forty meters ready to strike a fist at the little one.

Atta was tired, did not know if she could run away again, Padius tried to beg but the expression of Flavia was impassive. Then she violently knocked her fist against the mattress targeting the girl five years younger. Atta froze and folded her arms over her face in a vain attempt to soften the impact.

But before Flavia hit the little one a voice called and she, surprised, deflected the blow unintentionally. Then she looked back, it was her father who asked bravely why she was screaming at this hour. As Flavia did not want to reveal her secret she made up some excuse, luckily the man did not notice a couple of tiny teenagers in the daughter's bed.

Atta opened her eyes trying to understand where the pain that did not come was, she was so relieved when she realized that her body was not shattered that she fell to her knees on the bed and bad could distinguish the colossal figure of the man on the horizon scolding the gigantic daughter. Padius saw the giant, but did not try to get his attention because he believed that it would only be a bigger and bigger problem. Then he just walked towards his companion and picked up his canteen to give her water. Atta drank the water and remembered that she had her own canteen in her terminal.When she opened the bag to pick it up the radio indicated a transmi

ssion:

**Soldier Atta, 2° reconnaissance platoon, listening?**

Continues...