“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has now switched off the seatbelt sign so you are now able to unfasten your seatbelts. We do however recommend that …”

Catherine was out of her seat before the PA system finished its announcement. She slipped out of her aisle seat with a nimble twist of her body, drawing the eyes of more than one of the older men in the business class area. The 28-year-old investment manager gave her wavy blonde hair a flick, one hand coming to rest on her hip before she leaned back over into the pair of side row seats. She was dressed in a tight fitting green dress that hugged her body and her small, but round and toned ass jutted out towards the woman across the aisle. She pulled a face as the 5’4" woman’s butt came a little too close to her face … but her husband didn’t seem to mind. 

“I'll be on the left, follow me in a few minutes,” Catherine whispered to the man that had been sitting beside her. Leaning over towards him he could see down the top of her dress, taking in the perky double-Ds that stared back. Lingering just long enough for her scent to waft around him, Catherine straightened back up and turned sharply on her matching heels, before sauntering back along the aisle towards the restrooms. 

She walked with the confident stride of one practiced in wearing heels and her head was held high. Catherine was used to being the centre of attention in a room and relished the gazes that couldn’t help but be drawn to her. She was petite, but blessed with an athletic body and an above average bosom. Her green-blue eyes sparkled in the early morning sunlight that trickled in through the cabin windows, above the blockade formed by the clouds below. She reached the diving segment between business class and coach soon enough and reached for the bathroom door on her left. 

“Hey, I got here first,” yelled a voice as another hand slapped ears out of the way.

Catherine looked up with a raised brow at a beast of a woman. She stood over 6 feet tall and was wide enough to fill the aisle. Dressed in sweat pants that only came to the middle of her shins and a t-shirt that would have been comically large had it not struggled to contain her torso, the pretty young blonde found herself looking up to meet her eyes. The larger woman didn’t look well, with sweat stains already forming under her arms, and a sheen on her forehead. Her chubby jowls were tugged down in a scowl and her freckled face was clammy. 

“I'm sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that you came from economy class,” Catherine started, her voice calm but firm, “I’m afraid this is a business class restroom, so you’ll have to wait.”

“Fuck you lady, I need this toilet a lot more than you,” the beastly woman shot back, pushing open the door. Catherine was taken aback by her forwardness, but nevertheless was not one to shy away from a confrontation. She smoothly stepped past the woman’s arm into the small room and met her gaze with an innocent shrug. 

“I guess I’m in here now anyway,” Catherine chuckled.

“You skinny little bitch!” the woman roared, reaching out for the blonde. 

“Don't touch me, you cow,” Catherine spat back, dodging the swipe of her paw but not managing to get away in the tiny cubicle. She watched the brunette raise her hadn’t for another swing, but she was interrupted. 

“Is there a problem here ladies?” asked a steward, materialising behind the larger woman.

“You bet your ass there is,” she replied, “This little bitch jumped in front of me for the shitter.”

The steward took one look at the woman and then at the innocently smiling Catherine before her. Inside, she too was angry, but on the outside, Catherine looked like a scared child compared to her huge adversary.

“I'm sorry ma’am but this is a business class lavatory,” he started, and she was already rolling her eyes before he finished, “I'm afraid that you’ll have to wait until one of the economy class lavatories becomes available.”

“But no one was using this one! And the ones in coach are occupied,” the woman argued.

“Well ma’am, as you can see, this lavatory is also currently occupied,” the steward replied, gesturing at the now smirking Catherine, “You'll just have to wait.”

The huge woman turned back to Catherine, who gave another shrug as if saying that it was out of her hands, but the brunette didn’t seem to care. She gave the petite blonde a dirty look and scowled, but ultimately walked back down the aisle to her seat. 

“I am so sorry miss,” the steward said, before retreating to let her use the restroom in peace.

Catherine grinned as she shut the door behind her, relishing her victory. She latched the door and swiftly removed her panties. She put them up on the counter by the sink and checked herself out in the mirror, waiting for the man to come knocking. 

***

After a few minutes, Albert good up from his seat, shuffling across to the aisle and headed back towards the lavatories. He stoped to think which one the smoking hot blonde had told him to meet her in and remembered that it was the left. He saw the the latch was engaged so he knocked twice. He waited for a few seconds and heard nothing. He reasoned that if someone else had been inside, they would have told him to leave, so glancing both ways, be pushed his finger against the latch indicator and slid it to the side, opening the lock with practiced ease: this wasn’t his first mile high escapade. 

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, making sure that no one had seen him as he closed it behind him. 

***

“Yes ma’am …” the steward started and then paused before smiling. He had crossed back into the economy area to respond to a passenger buzzer that kept going off and was taken aback, but all together unsurprised to find the obese woman from before with her finger on the button. He had to keep from laughing as he saw her wedged into the economy sized seat, squeezing her bulk hips between the armrests as best as she could, but spilling out onto the seat beside her and the aisle. Her curly hair came down to her shoulders, but her fringe was stuck to her forehead with sweat and the stains below her armpits had gotten bigger. 

“I still need to use the bathroom and that one is the only one that’s free,” she grumbled, pointing forward the the bathroom she had fought Catherine over.

“I'm sorry Ms. …” the steward started.

“Mrs. Mrs. Ramona Courson,” she announced as if he should take note.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Courson,” the steward corrected himself, “But can’t you use the ones behind you, in the economy section?”

“Two of those are blocked, and the other one has half the cabin waiting to use it,” Ramona shot back.

“Well I simply can’t authorise you to take it from …” the steward said.

“That lady’s gotta be done, she’s been in there a while and I definitely saw someone else go in there after her,” Ramona said. 

The steward looked sceptical especially given that there was a curtain on either side of the business class restroom area, but he didn’t want to further antagonise this woman so he promised to have a look. Shaking his head as he walked away, he crossed the curtain to find the restroom door locked. This was ridiculous, he thought but never the less, he felt that he should at least try to get that ghastly brunette somewhere to do her business. He knocked on the door gently and waited for a response.

“Excuse me?” he said, knocking again.

“Is there anybody in there?” he tried again. Hearing nothing, he pulled out his magnetic override key and pulled the latch across to unlock the door. 

“I'm coming in,” he announced, just in case someone was inside. He then pushed open the door and found an empty cubicle. He was happy enough and confident that he could discreetly let the woman use this restroom without the whole of coach asking to do the same. He just wanted to relieve himself before he let her through. 

***

Ramona had had enough. She had been waiting for at least five minutes and the steward had not returned. He probably saw that she had been right and was just too proud to come back and let her use the stupid toilet. Well she wasn’t going to let him get away that easily. Ramona stood up, having to pull herself free form her seat and lurching into the aisle. She stumbled to the side as the plane hit some turbulence and she backed into the man across the aisle. 

The stranger had been immersed in his mobile phone game when 56-year-old’s chunky booty had barged into his head. He looked up from his game to protest, but as she hadn’t yet caught her balance, the plump cheeks of soft flesh pressed further and her found half his head swallowed up by Ramona’s ass crack. 

With a grunt, she pulled herself upright, pulling the man towards her a little before her clenching glutes released him. He made to yell at her, but Ramona gave him a scowl that made his think twice. He decided to go back to his game instead. 

The heavy set woman marched down the aisle and ripped back the curtain to reveal an empty waiting space. She glanced sideways and her face reddened when she saw the the bathroom door read ‘unoccupied' and the door was slightly ajar. She made a mental note to make that steward’s life hell, but first, she was going to relieve herself. 

***

“It's okay, it’s okay, someone is going to come for us,” Albert said, trying to keep Catherine calm.

“How?” she sobbed, “First us, then that steward … What if it happens to everyone that comes in?”

The two of them were perched precariously on the toilet seat, each standing only a few millimetres tall. They were still clothed, but that meant that there was nothing in the tiny airplane toilet to let anyone know what had happened. The steward that had helped Catherine had come in, but he too had shrunken and was still on the floor, far below them. Albert doubted that he even knew they were there, not that he could be of much use. 

“It won’t,” he said, “Trust me, this is a fluke. The bathroom is not shirking everyone that walks in.”

As if to test his theory, the toilet door folded open and a figure stood in the frame. Catherine started to shake and Albert thought he could understand why. The figure that stood before them was enormous. He had thought the steward had been big at first, but even given that he was shrunken, he had to admit that the curly-haired woman as something to behold. She filled the entire width of the door way and her beefy body looked like she might fill the lavatory too. 

The steward too had noticed the giantess and was on his feet, waving his hands and shouting, although even Albert couldn’t hear him. On the ground before her, the steward jumped and waved, looking up at the colossal trainers that the giantess was wearing. The rubber sole of the gigantic shoe was more than three times as tall as him, and he didn’t realise how tiny he was … and how hard he was to see. 

“Look out!” Catherine and Albert yelled together, but just like the steward, their tiny voice were drowned out by the drone of the airplane engines, and the massive woman didn’t hear them. She stepped forwards into the little square box, her colossal left leg rising off the ground and swinging forwards. Even in sweat pants, the giantess’s thighs pushed out against the fabric and her mountain like calf peaked out from beneath. Her the black sole of her trainer swung out and stopped over the steward.

He was awestruck at the humungous creature’s speed and stopped jumping as the shoe hovered over him for an instant. The black size 14 sole above him was as longer than a race track and as wide as a football field, its pattern of crevices among huge flat blocks was like an upside down network of canyons. He stared wide eyed at the divine sight, not thinking to move … not that it would have made a difference. 

Ramona stomped into the restroom, her left foot crashing onto the floorboard. The puny stewards body was obliterated instantly as the dirty sole of her shoe knocked him down and flattened him with ease. His pathetic body didn’t put up the tiniest bit of resistance as it exploded underneath the woman’s formidable weight, his remains mixing in with the dirt that caked the rubber. As Ramona’s weight shifted and her other foot came off the ground, her left shoe twisted slightly and the bloody carcass under it was smeared across the floor in a tiny arc of gore. The brunette didn’t even notice it as she stepped fully inside the restroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.  

The two tiny figure on the toilet seat were appalled. Catherine could barely move, her body shivering from a combination of the cool air conditioning and the chilling murder she had just witnessed. Albert meanwhile, was far more concerned with stopping the same from happening to him. He stood up, a barley visible speck  on the dark coloured toilet seat, and looked up at the giantess. 

Her grey sweat pants were bunched up between her ass cheeks, sucked into the narrow crevice from the bottom. As she stood, facing away from the toilet, Albert could swear that she took up the either width of the room, her meaty shoulders nearly brushing opposite walls. She towered over them, the toilet barely reaching halfway up her mountain-like thighs. He walked towards her, advancing along the round toilet seat from their position on the left. 

“Hey! Down here! We’re down here!” he shouted, pushing as much air into her voice as he could. Unfortunately, as if to demonstrate that she hadn’t heard him, the enormous woman began to bend over, thrusting her ginormous rear back towards the toilet. Albert froze in fear, but Catherine lost it. She sprang up onto her feet, screaming as the huge, grey-covered planets approached her, and tried to run. But in her panic, she slipped on the smooth surface and tumbled to the side. Albert met her eyes as she rolled and toppled over the edge of the seat.

The young blonde screamed, her voice echoing off the curving walls as she descended into the chasm. The ringed seat that she had been standing on shot up into the sky and the dark walls of the toilet bowl surrounded her. She hit the back of the bowl with a smack, shattering her legs. She started to slip down, crying in agony as her broken legs swept along the wall beside. She clawed at the hard material but was unable to slow herself down. Instead, she came to a jarring halt at the bottom of the bowl, landing hard on her side. 

“Help me!” she cried, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. She sat, gazing up along the front of the bowl as her legs lay twisted and bent before her. “Please …”

Albert could barely hear her over the roar of the engine, but his heart ached as he saw the terrified woman so far below. He want to go and save her, but he simply couldn’t He saw the height that she had fallen and was honestly surprised that she was still alive, but there was no way he could climb down there … and get back up. He was ripped out of his thoughts as her suddenly felt a shudder. The simple act of Ramon’s leg hitting the toilet created a shockwave powerful enough to send the tiny man onto his knees. He caught himself before he too fell into the toilet, and nervously looked up at the giantess. 

What stared back at Albert was a sight more horrifying than he could have ever imagined. The giantess’s thumbs were in her waistband and with one fell swoop, she ripped them down, her grotesque glutes coming into full view. Each slab of meat and fat that formed the middle-aged woman’s rump was as large a planet, two lumpy walls of dimples, cellulite and freckles on pale, mottled skin. Albert had done some climbing in his youth, but the sheer faces he saw were both flat and protruding, and several thousand times his size. He watched as a thinner piece of fabric hung between the sweatpants and her ass crack, and then with a loud snap, they came loose. The darkened panties of the giantess shot out from the tight embrace of her butt crack, darker than elsewhere and visibly moist. Albert gagged.

While her view was obstructed, the giantess was so tall that Catherine too could see her colossal ass, miles above her in the sky. The toilet bowl created a sort of frame through which the puny woman could see the world, and the rump that hung above her expanded beyond its borders. The long, thin line that separated her cheeks was as tall as a skyscraper and it suddenly began to get wider. 

Albert started to back away from the giantess as her colossal weight fell towards him, but nothing he did could have saved him from the vast expanse of flesh that fell upon him. He had backed up a few centimetres along the left rim of the toilet seat, but that was as far as he got. Ramona slammed onto the hardened plastic like a meteor, her gelatinous booty practically swallowing the toilet whole. Her left ass cheek ploughed into Albert, flattening him instantly. 

He didn’t even have time to fall, the impossible heavy woman’s weight hitting his head and driving his spine straight down. In the fraction of a second between her butt hitting his head and his demise, Albert experienced more pain than he had ever felt in his life, followed instantly by a quick death. His spine was pushed out of his body as the mass of the goddess struck him, and his torso and limbs crumpled like paper. With his bones flat on the toilet seat, the rest of the jiggly mound hit him like a hammer, snapping and pulverising his skeleton as her skin came to rest flat against the seat, leaving nothing but a gooey, red stain behind. His pathetic form was so small, that the tiny red blotch he created was no bigger than one of the freckles on Ramona’s ass, she sure enough that is what she would think he was if she saw his remains in the mirror later. But more like he would simply be wiped away against her panties or her sweat pants, a stain to be washed and forgotten. 

***

Ramona sat down, feeling the flimsy toilet seat creak under her weight. Her felt her ass hang over the side of the ridiculously narrow ring and sighed in her frustration. At least she had gotten a toilet, and she could finally receive herself. 

Catherine’s world went dark as the huge ass covered the entire opening above her. A narrow triangle at the back where her butt cheeks separated, allowed a little light into the cavern, but Catherine was more afraid of what she could see that what she couldn’t.

The giantess shuffled her hips from side to side, forcing apart the fatty mounds to expose the valley that hid between them. Catherine took in the largest ass hole she had ever seen, a black orb surrounded by a thick ring of puckered flesh. The whole thing looked like a dark sun in the sky, hanging directly over the middle of the opening. She also saw the giantess’s pussy, pressed up against the front of the toilet seat so that her huge behind could fit. The dense forest of dark pubes and the deep red lips were smushed against the dark plastic, forming a wet seal. She could already smell the sweat radiating from her, coating her legs and stopping any air from escaping the bowl expect through the tiny slit at the back. 

“Please …” Catherine started, trembling as she heard a rumble coming from deep inside the giantess, “Help m …”

The blast of vile, hot air ripped out of the giantess’s anus machine gun fire, the powerful current shaking the entire toilet. Catherine screamed as her body vibrated in the disgusting cloud that spread around her, her voice drowned out by the deafening noise. On top of this, the giantess let out a deep, almost sensual moan as she felt her belly decompressing. The stream of foul air continued, hissing as it pushed out all the fresh air in the bowl and replaced it with the odour of the woman’s shit. Catherine’s eyes were now watering from the sting of the smell, rather than from her own panic, and she coughed as the tiny particles of the goddess’s shit that carried the smell, channeled into her gasping lungs and clung to her skin. Even after it had stopped coming out and her puckered anus sealed shut, the wretched smog was not going anywhere. It remained trapped in the toilet beneath the giantess, and Catherine remained trapped with it. She fell to the side, crying and gagging as the air burned her lungs. The only thing worse that the hell she was in, was the fact that she heard another rumble for high above. 

Ramona bent forwards feeling the burning sensation in her tummy and knowing exactly what it meant. She knew that this was all because of her pre-flight meal, but hey, tradition was tradition: she wasn’t going to stop going to Taco Bell because of a little lactose intolerance. She thought about the quesadillas she had consumed before stepping on board and thought that this was a fair price to pay for the privilege.

Catherine watched the enormous woman’s asshole wink, then begin to expand. The wrinkled skin spread slowly for a second … then came the explosion. As if everything before had been in slow motion, the beastly woman’s pucker burst open and a storm of faeces erupted from within. The ripping sound that accompanied it was louder than her first fart, but had the added element of wetness behind it. The tiny globules of shit that rained down on the toilet bowl were only a few millimetres in size, but that made each one almost as big as Catherine, and at least a dozen little pieces were thrown onto the dark surface, splattering and spreading as they lost their shape. 

One glob of the wet detritus struck Catherine and the light brown mass embraced her. The shit covered her chest and arms, slamming her back against the toilet bowl. She screamed as the impact bruised her back and panicked further as she tried to free herself from the greasy piece of diarrhoea that held her upper body. She struggled against the heavy muck and finally managed to free one arm from the sludge. If the smell of her fart had caused her eyes to water, the putrid scent of the waste that covered her was far worse. Catherine wanted to vomit as she felt the mess slipping down her arms, and sticking to her hair. The gas continued to emerge as more shit sprayed out of the obese woman’s anus, painting a pattern of the filth across the previously unblemished surface. The air around Catherine was getting warmer by the second as the hot, smelly gas replaced any air available. Catherine started to sob as she prayed for this nightmare to end: her day couldn’t have possibly been any worse. 

Even as that thought popped into her mind, things were changing. The loud vibrating of Ramona’s wrinkly anus stilled and the gas that had been flooding the bowl stopped too. Catherine looked up and through her tears, saw a sight that made her voice catch in her throat. Now that the flurry of preliminary poo had passed, the next part of the fat brunette’s defecation had begun. The already open asshole was growing, as if being stretched by something huge that was to come.

“No, no, no!” Catherine shrieked as the tip of a colossal turd began to emerge from the darkness above her. The blunted tip of the log was at least ten times her size, and the rest of it became wider as a column of faeces began to slide of of her ass. Catherine heard the deep grumble as the giantess strained, hurrying the stool on its way. The huge column that now hung out of Ramona’s anus was bigger than the largest building the tiny girl had ever seen, and yet it hung straight, attached to the giantess only at the base.

Catherine shook her head, praying to any God that would listen to help her, but even as she did so, the powerful ring of muscle in the giantess’s anus pinched in and sliced the brown column at its base, as it began to fall. 

“Please …” Catherine uttered, before the falling mass of shit hit her. The thick randula.karunajeewa of compacted stool was darker than the rest and firm, unlike the globs that had preceded it. The side of the cylinder landed on Catherine, her one free arm raised to protect herself. Instead of sinking into the filth, the heavy mass crushed her, striking her down and shattering her arm. The shear weight of Ramona’s shit smashed the tiny blonde, her body exploding in a tiny red splatter beneath the dark brown mountain. As the poo started to slide down to the bottom of the bowl, it dragged the remains of Catherine’s body, leaving a red streak that was hard to notice amidst the brown streaks of turd that surrounded it. 

Ramona squeezed out another log, and then a third, each one piling on top of the previous one, growing the tomb that marked Catherine’s finally resting place. With her poo finished, she wiped her asshole clean with several sheets of toilet paper and dumped them into the mess, standing up to see the damaged. As her ass cheeks rose, she didn’t notice the tiny trail of blood that rose with her, the mush that had once been Albert, becoming a tiny band before it split, leaving half of him on the toilet seat, and half smeared on her pale, flabby ass cheek. The toilet bowl was now a mosaic, with splatters of shit everywhere, and entered around the three logs of shit in the middle. Satisfied, the middle-aged woman hoisted up her panties and sweat pants, then closed the lid on the toilet before pressing the button to flush. As she opened the door and left, she heard the faint sucking sound as a powerful vacuum moved all of her waste into a septic tank, dragging Catherine’s carcass with it, to be buried in the huge vat of human droppings. 

Ramona went back to her seat, never wiser about the steward she had stepped on, the man she had crushed with her ass, and the tiny blonde woman that she had buried in her shit. 

“He’s not gonna announce it tonight,” Chloe said, “So it doesn’t matter.” 

“But when he eventually does, it’s gotta be you right?” Stacey pressed as the two of them crept forward in the queue for the bar. 

“I don’t see what makes you so sure,” Chloe replied, hugging her shoulders against the cold. The two of them were an unlikely pair, but that’s what happened when you gathered employees for a company party. The choice of location however was unusual. At 55 years of age, Chloe did not really expect to be standing outside one of the trendiest clubs in the city, wearing a borrowed dress. That’s why it was a blessing to have Stacey with her. 

“Um, because you’ve been at the firm forever,” replied the 22-year-old, newly-graduated IT assistant replied. She too was shivering, but it warmed her heart to see how uncomfortable Chloe feel in the dress she had lent her, never mind how well it suited her. The middle-aged woman had what she thought was an average ‘mom-bod' but Stacey, now more than ever, preferred to describe it as a ‘milf-bod.’ Chloe honestly didn’t have time to exercise, and the only physical activity she got was her walk to work and an occasional bit of home yoga. A full-time employee at the tech company and a part-time mother to her daughter, she had her hands full with her bastard ex-husband and her job. Despite all that however, she still carried an attractive figure. 

Her bare legs were plump but not fat, instead showing off well defined calves and warm, enticing thighs. She stood comfortably in a pair of midnight blue heels, showing her years of practice, and they contrasted nicely with the stunning red dress that she had borrowed from the younger girl. It was a little tight on her, but it definitely served to accentuate the curves of her shapely hips and curvy ass. The dress clung to the bottom of her butt, and rose up her body, clinging to her waist and abdomen. Her belly was soft, and pushed forwards the tiniest bit: she was heavy but she was far from fat. 

A lot of her weight was carried in her enormous bosom, almost spilling out of the skimpy red dress that had been bought for the much smaller Stacey. The blonde woman shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms, with only her jacket strewn over her shoulders. With her arms pressing her breasts together from the sides, more than a few passersby were drawn to her eye-catching cleavage. The recently curled ringlets of golden hair fell messily about her shoulders and danced as she turned her head, bobbing with each step she took. 

“True, but I don’t know how much Stevie cares about that kind of stuff,” Chloe replied to her brunette friend. The younger girl was wearing a similarly cut dress in navy blue, but her assets were far less prominent than Chloe’s. 

“Fuck Stevie, that dick is just lucky his dad owns the company, he’s gotta promote you,” Stacey replied, smiling at the security guard as they reached the front of the queue. They flashed their ID cards before putting them back into their purses and entering the sombre building. 

The pounding music hit Chloe’s ears like bullets, and she had to force herself not to flinch, but Stacey saw her discomfort instantly.

“Haha, I bet you haven’t been clubbing in a while huh?” she teased.

“Just need a sec to get back into it,” Chloe smiled, her face starting to show her age, with little wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a few below her chin. “I'll be fine once I’ve got some liquor in me,” she added, shouting to be heard over the music. Stacey nodded her understanding and grabbed the older woman’s arm, dragging her towards a busy bar. Chloe often felt like Stacey had like a daughter to her, and she certainly looked it. The brunette’s youthful features were complemented by her petite, 5’2" figure. In fact, while almost the same length dress, as Chloe’s, Stacey’s came down to her knees and looked mush looser and more relaxed. Meanwhile, the fabric barely covered Chloe’s ass on her near six-foot frame. 

***

“Oh my God, we have to try these!” exclaimed a shrill voice beside Stevie. The 30-year-old man was lounging on a couch behind a table stacked with alcohol. His dirty blonde hair was combed over the shaved left side of his head, and reached his chin, which was covered by a crisp layer of designer stubble. He wore a crimson suit that sparkled in the strobe lighting, unbuttoned and creasing where he sat on it. 

“These shots are the best,” cooed a tall ginger woman who lay beside him. Her slender limbs were bare, but for a glow-in-the dark ankle and a collection of wristbands form festival galore. To make them feel even longer, she was barely wearing anything, her dress only just covering her nipples and at most, stretching down to the tops of her thighs. The thin, black material clung to her body and as she sat, had ridden up ever so slightly, showing off her bright red, satin panties. 

“Come one, take another shot with me!” Skylar breathed into Stevie’s ear, pressing her full, bra-less breasts into his arm. 

“Alright,” the man slurred, swaying in his seat as he reached forwards for the glasses on the table. He had only invited the employees he felt deserved to attend his work-do, and he felt that he had made the right decision as his co-workers under-30 danced in a scattered group near the table. He had all the power and so it was no surprise that the staff he had invited were almost exclusively women, aside from the one of two men he thought were cool enough to hang out with him. 

“Hey y’all!” called a voice for behind the couch and Stevie turned to see Stacey, another cute girl from work, walking towards them with that secretary beside her. 

“Stacey!” Stevie shouted, trying to stand up to embrace her. He stumbled but eventually managed to get to his feet by the time the two new arrivals had come round the sofa. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, his left hand snaking its way down her back to her bum. 

“Aaaaaand that’s enough there Stevie,” Stacey said, pushing his hands off. She waited expectantly beside Chloe, but Stevie made no attempt to greet her. After a moment or two of the awkward silence, he finally turned to her. 

“We won’t be needing a chaperone tonight ma’am,” he said, barely meeting her eye. Chloe was visibly shocked but she didn’t have to open her mouth to defend herself.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You know Chloe. You’ve been promising Chloe this promotion for the last year!” Stacey shouted.

“Really? Her?” Stevie managed to say as he swayed on his feet, hie eyes scanned the older woman and stopped on her enormous bosom. “Sorry, but I promised Skylar that job, her and a couple of other girls too,” Stevie chuckled, addressing the blonde’s left tit.

“You are such a dick!” Stacey shouted, grabbing her friend’s arms and pulling her away. 

“Was it something I said?” Stevie called out after them, his voice lost in the blaring music. 

“What did they want?” Skylar asked, as the man watched Chloe’s butt as she walked off. 

“Nothin’, they were just asking about the promotion,” Stevie said, turning back to her. 

“The one you promised me?” Skylar pouted.

“Did I?” Stevie feigned forgetting.

“You won’t forget after I show you what I got some of the girls to help me with as a special present for you,” Skylar whispered.

“And what is that?” Stevie asked, intrigued.

“You'll see,” Skylar replied, “Give me 15 minutes, then meet me in the farthest cubicle in the toilets.” 

***

“Don't let that bastard get you down,” Stacey tried to console her friend, sitting across the room with a drink in hand.

“Fuck him! And fuck this job, I hate everyone here … except you babe,” Chloe slurred before downing her sixth vodka shot in as many minutes. Stacey felt awful and was doing nothing to stop her from drinking away her sorrow. 

“Why can’t one, single man give me the time of day?” she asked sourly.

“Honey, if you’re just looking for the time of day, we can find you a man in this club, no problem,” Stacey reassured her, scanning the room for a mark, “How about that one?”

Chloe looked up to see a group of young men, dancing together a short distance from her. Dressed in various coloured t-shirts and dark jeans, they looked like they had been plucked from a factory line up. The one Stacey was pointing out seemed nice enough, but the middle-aged blonde was overcome with a crushing sense of sadness.

“What's the point? He’s not gonna notice me anyway,” Chloe sighed, “I'm just going to go home."

“No, don’t let Stevie ruin your night,” Stacey protested, trying to convince her co-worker to not give in, but Chloe was resolute. 

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m gonna go to the bathroom, then we can leave,” Stacey suggested, expecting her friend to volunteer to come along, but Chloe remained seated, breaking the number one, unspoken law of girl code in the club. Forgiving her given the circumstances, Stacey set off, zig zagging past dancing bodies towards the trendy, but somewhat intimidating, gender-neutral bathrooms. 

***

Stevie pushed his way past a waiting group of young adults and into the bathroom. There was a considerable crowd inside, which wasn’t unusual in a club this size. He got a few dirty looks from the people he was cutting past, but he soon caught sight of Skylar, and stopped caring. Even the onlookers forgave him when they saw the gorgeous young redhead: this was what the gender-neutral toilets were made for. She grabbed his arm and led him to the end of the row of stalls and pushed him into the penultimate one. Skylar then made her way to the one against the wall.

Stevie almost jumped as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist and started fiddling with his belt buckle. Behind him he recognised Jess, one of the new secretaries, an attractive little thing from the Caribbean. He ran his fingers through her curly, brown hair as she kissed his neck and got his pants off. But more importantly, she was directing him to face the wall that divided the two cubicles. 

With the floor-to-ceiling panels separating the small spaces for privacy, Stevie wondered why Skylar had gone into the other one, but he soon got his answer. Despite the club’s novelty, someone had already managed to saw a hole in the wall, not large enough to get much across, except for an all important body part. 

“Welcome to your surprise,” Skylar said, her voice coming through the glory hole, “Me, Jess and Paula want to show you how much you mean to us.”

Stevie was over the moon, his cock erect and a gorgeous girl  cradling his balls. His pants were around his ankles and he hopped towards the open ring that connected him to the other cubicle. Across the wall, Skylar had gotten up and made way for Paula, another lean, pretty blonde. Skylar had no qualms with sharing Stevie with her, given that Paula spoke very little English. She was a good intern, hardworking and a team player, but not a threat to her promotion. Having already explained the plan to her, Skylar allowed the blonde to rip down her panties and approach the hole. As if on cue, their boss stuck his dick through and Paula went to work, diving at it with her mouth open. 

Chloe was getting bored, waiting for her friend to return from the bathroom. She understood that it was probably busy, but the lack of advances from any men coupled with her already low mood made her more desperate to escape. Still, she couldn’t leave her friend behind, no mater how bad she felt about staying, so she stood up and decided to go find her. Having drunk a little too much, she swayed as she crossed the room towards the bathroom. 

***

Stacey rubbed her aching head and cursed as she felt water soaking into her dress at the knees. She was kneeling in a puddle of water and had a sinking feeling that it was not just water. She remembered being in the restroom and having a headache, but was now waking up off her feet. She blinked away the glare from the overhead lights, but could already feel something wrong. Where was the crowd that had been in the bathroom around her? 

She glanced to the side and caught sight of another person, but they were miles away. That didn’t make sense. Stacey had to look again, but sure enough, the man she had seen was very far away from her, despite the bathroom not being large enough to accommodate it. The girl turned her head and saw more people, all spread out on a floor that was far too vast to have been inside the club bathroom. 

She could still hear the music, and it was just as loud as it had been before, but somehow seemed further away. There was also a constant shaking of the ground, erratic vibrations that weren’t strong enough to affect her balance, but were definitely noticeable. 

“Hey! What the fuck happened?” yelled someone behind her, and Stacey turned to see the source of the question. She gasped, as behind the man, she found a familiar door, the one she had entered the bathroom through, but it was different. Compared to the man, the door seemed to be colossal, stretching at least a hundred miles into the air, and as Stacey looked around, she found more and more, grossly enlarged items from the bathroom. The sinks rose like mountains to one side, their tops out of sight, and the row of cubicles formed an insurmountable wall on the other. 

Stacey started to back away from the door, her dress continuing to soak up the puddle she had in. She was shaking her head, refusing to accept the conclusion her mind was drawing from everything she had seen. She refused to believe. It couldn’t be real. 

“How to fuck did we get so small?” shouted another of the 20 or so people on the bathroom floor, each one less than a millimetre in height. 

Stacey felt tears coming to her eyes her face hot with fear and anxiety. She reached into her handbag and whipped out her cell phone. She pressed the unlock button, but nothing happened. She tried again, but was once more unsuccessful. She kept pressing the button, trying to turn on her phone, like many of the other people around her. She had to call Chloe, her friend was at the club too and would know what to do. As she continued in vain to try her phone, there was a sudden rush of air and a spike in the volume of the music. All eyes turned to the door as it swept open slowly. 

The man nearest the door, who had been the first to speak after they had all woken up, craned his neck as he took in the sight before him. In the doorway stood a woman, more enormous than he had could ever imagine. Her feet were spread apart, holding her up on two large, blue city blocks that were her heels. The wide toe sections of the shoes were the size of buildings and the narrow heel, to the tiny man, looked like a skyscraper in and of itself. Her bare legs that rose from these monstrous shoes were each as wide as a cruise ship, and that was at the ankles. The massive towers grew outwards as they rose miles into the sky, her bare skin showing dimples and cellulite galore. 

The 50-something year old giantess was chubby at most but for the puny man before her, she was humungous. He could see the layer of fat on her legs as is sagged ever so slightly on her frame, but he was more concerned with what lay higher up. Standing only a foot or so away from her, the man could see right the way up beneath the short red dress that was stretched across her shapely hips. A thin pair of black panties hugged her huge crotch, bunching up on her taint before disappearing between her ass cheeks. The titanic mounds of her ass were visible from below, like two planets pressed against each other. 

His eyes then jumped back to the front of the dress, and scaled it up along the small bump of her tummy and onto her bosom. The tiny man’s jaw dropped as he ogled the absolutely massive breasts, bulging forward on her chest and pulling the dress out with them. The wide orbs were almost as large as her rear, and totally obscured his view of her face. While he couldn’t see it, the tiny people further away certainly could, and Stacey even recognised it. The tiny, brunette felt a shiver go down her spine as she stared at the now colossal figure of Chloe, as she scanned her eyes over, what seemed to her like, an empty bathroom. 

***

Chloe stepped into the oddly quiet bathroom, swaying to the side as she did. She thought it was odd that it was so empty, and thus wondered what was taking Stacey so long, but in her inebriated state, she didn’t think it through too much. She clicked as she walked on the tiles, her heels making crisp sounds as they tapped the ground.

***

The man by the door gazed in awe as the giantess’s massive foot rose. The underside of the blue shoe was spelled with dirt, but still presented a flat, black surface a large as a stadium. He watched, his mouth open as the ludicrously  huge object swung forwards, dominating the sky beside him. He didn’t dare move as the mighty foot travelled hundreds of yards in a single motion, and he thanked his stars that it was not going towards him. He watched the giantess’s  colossal legs ripple as she moved, the gigantic muscles flexing to keep her upright. But the giantess was having trouble walking straight. 

Stacey watched in horror as Chloe swayed to the side, and her foot lurched out of its path to steady her: the tiny man hadn’t stood a chance. He didn’t even register what was happening when the titanic shoe suddenly changed course. The dark blue heel leapt at him and slammed into the tile he had been standing on with a deafening boom, which shook the ground violently.  To the giantess, this was nothing more than a gentle click. The behemoth toe section of Chloe’s shoe collided with the man’s frail little body and it exploded against the filthy sole without any resistance. The weight of the shoe was enough to decimate him, but the gooey remains of his corpse were further ground as her full body weight came down on it like that of a planet. The shoe slipped ever so slightly across the tiles and the nearest shrunken human could swear they heard a wet squelch as the man’s remains were smeared beneath the middle-aged woman. 

Someone screamed, but they were far too small for the humungous woman to hear and she continued to stumble into the bathroom. Stacey rolled onto her hands and knees, trying to stand as the earth shook again, the tiles beneath her jumping as Chloe took another heavy step towards her. The tiny girl shot forwards and dared to look back as the incredible figure of her friend approached. Another woman screamed, moments before Chloe stepped on her, extinguishing her cry with a vicious boom. A man beside her was thrown to the ground as his friend disappeared beneath the goddess. When the colossal shoe rose again, all that was left of the bubbly blonde he had been chatting up, was a minuscule red spot on the sole and an imperceptible red stain on the tiles. 

Stacey heard a third, blood curdling scream above the general panic, and her head snapped to the side to see a young girl, no older than 18-year-old, lying on her back. Her skimpy little, black dress was riding up her legs and she  tried to push herself backwards, her tiny feet slipping on the bathroom floor. Her arms were raised as if trying to hold back her impending doom, and her face was contorted in an expression of wide-eyed terror. Her cries for mercy sent shivers through Stacey’s spine, but the brunette couldn’t take her eyes off of the girl.

The front of Chloe’s shoe missed the girl, and for a second, Stacey though that she had escaped. In the flash of an eye, the long, thin heel of the giantess’s shoe crushed the girl, obliterating her legs and abdomen beneath the point. The girl’s screams became ever more shrill as she felt the titanic woman’s weight destroy the lower half of her body, but she was still alive. Stacey watched in abject horror as the pathetic, wounded, half-human tried to crawl away from the giantess’s foot. She was leaving a tiny trail of gore: a mix of her blood and intestines as she clawed her way away from danger. At least she was still alive.

The puny girl was getting weaker, her visions tarting to tunnel, as the adrenaline that was coursing through her blood failed to counter the massive trauma and blood loss she had just suffered. She vomited in her tiny mouth but not much came out aside from blood as she felt her arms giving way. She had barely made it two centimetres from the giantess’s shoe and was already on the verge of dying. But she kept going, determined to get away, to survive, somehow. 

BOOM.

Chloe’s other leg had crossed in front of her as she almost fell, the shoe falling squarely on the maimed young woman and squishing what was left of her as if it were nothing. Chloe giggled as she thought how ridiculous she must have seemed, barely able to walk straight, but for the puny people around her, the rumbling laughter carried a colder, more sinister air. 

She reached the row of cubicles and decided that she really needed to pee. So she pushed her body against one of the doors, but was unsuccessful in opening it. Locked. She stomped to the next one, crushing another tiny, unsuspecting man beneath her feet, but this too was occupied. 

“One of these has to be fucking free!” Chloe’s voice boomed to no one in particular, as the giantess continued on her path along the row of cubicles, sending the tiny people on the floor scurrying away in terror. Stacey too changed her course and steered well clear of the cubicles, heading instead for the door, and a chance of escaping.  

“Help me!”

Stevie opened his eyes in a daze as the scream pierced the fog of his mind. The last thing he remembered was the cool, wet felling of that intern on his dick. He looked down to see his pants still around his ankles. HIs first thought was to pull them up, because he was sure he wasn’t in the bathroom cubicle anymore, but he paused as he bent down. 

Before him was the intern, and it was she who had yelled only moments ago. Paula was hanging onto the edge of a terrifying drop for everything she was worth. Her eyes were wide with panic as her nails dug into the strange surface that Stevie was standing on. He could see her terror grow as she slowly continued to slip, her fingers getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Stevie followed the weird, cork-like material with his eyes and was surprised to find that it didn’t end at the foot of a wall, but rather curved into the wall, and then the wall into the ceiling. Stevie’s head spun as he traced the contour of the surface he was standing in and realised that it was a very short tunnel, suspended fearfully high in the air. 

“Please! I can’t hold on!” Paula cried, looking up pleadingly at her boss. But he was too distracted with his bizarre conundrum to pay her any mind. Beyond him was a vast space and with a quick glance behind, he saw an almost identical space behind him. He deduced that he was in some sort of tunnel between two enormous gorges, but how had he gotten there?

“I beg you, please don’t let me fall!” Paula cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as the oblivious man continued to ignored her. She screamed as her body hung from her hands and nails, every moment getting closer to slipping. She glanced down and almost vomited as she saw the horrific distance she would have to fall. She had no idea what was happening, but all she could think of was getting to the safety of the ledge.

There was a sudden booming outside, enough to vibrate the little cave the Stevie was standing on, and he turned his head in the direction. Without warning there was a much louder, deafening booming and the entire wall the two were on shook. Then there was a pause and then more booming, louder this time, and getting closer. The third set of thunderous knocks was enough to send Stevie onto his back, and he curled up, terrified of falling to either side in case he missed the floor of the tunnel. He thanked his stars that the cave was large enough to accommodate him. Paula was less fortunate.

“NOOO!” came her petrified shriek as the impact of the vibrations caused a nail to snap. In her pain, her grip loosened and her hands slid off the edge of the cork floor. Her scream persisted as she began to fall, accelerating as the cave disappeared and was replaced by the view of the dark wall rushing past her. She screamed until her lungs were empty, and still hadn’t landed … that came a moment later. Paula struck the ground like a rock, her pathetic legs shattering from the impact and her ribcage following suite. Her arms miraculously managed to cushion her head but were themselves splintered form the impact. The minuscule blonde instantly coughed out blood as her bloodied insides began to fill. Her vision blurred, and all she could do was to stare up along the wall, and see the tiny cave that she had been hanging from, so far above her. Her head started to spin as her body shook in agony, but by some cruel twist of fate, she simply hadn’t died. 

Ignoring the faint whimpering of the broken woman, Stevie listened intently as the booming got louder, and whatever was causing the staggered pounding came closer. 

***

Stacey watched as the enormous Chloe made her way down the cubicles, each one seeming to be locked from the inside. The tiny girls as terrified for her own life, but was also concerned for the fates of those trapped inside the bathrooms. She prayed that they had all locked the doors, and that Chloe would soon lose interest. She reached the penultimate stall and Stacey held her breath. As if guided by some invisible force, Chloe inexplicably missed the cubicle and instead stumbled to the side and pushed against the door of the last stall in the room. To Stacey’s fright, the door gave way and Chloe pumped a fist in triumph. The tiny brunette only hoped that the stall had been truly empty.

***

Skylar had watched her co-worker fall to her death and despite her continued moans, had long since counted her out in her mind. She stood, terrified as the booming approached, her eyes fixed on the hole where she could see Stevie, curled up in a ball. What a pathetic loser, she thought, and for a moment she was almost ashamed of the work she had put into winning him over, but she had more pressing matters to deal with. At that moment, the door to the cubicle she was in suddenly burst open, and the tiny ginger cursed herself for not locking the door when she had entered. In an almost poetic turn of events, Skylar had gotten just what she had wanted. She had held onto a small hope that she could really rub her victory in Chloe’s face, that she might walk in on her ‘securing her promotion’ … and here she was.

The huge form of the older blonde swayed in the doorway with a stupid grin on her face. Beyond her, Skylar glimpsed the seemingly empty bathroom, and gulped. It seemed like everyone that had been inside had been afflicted by the same thing that had shrunk her. The ground beneath Skylar shook as the giantess stomped in, her heels making an ear shattering clicking as she entered, shutting the door behind her and latching it closed. 

Skylar moved to step back as the giantess surged towards her, but managed to catch herself before she did. The tiny ginger woman was perched on the vile toilet seat in the cubicle, on the left side of the incomplete ring. The cold plastic was ever so slightly slanted towards the bowl and she found herself standing nearer the inner edge than she would have liked. She had already tried to take a few steps, and had realised quickly that her heels weren’t the best idea. She slipped them off and stood bare foot, shoes in one hand, and the other hand waving up her colleague. 

“Hey! Down here!” Skylar yelled. She looked up at the titanic form of Chloe’s body, not able to take it all in at once. Her enormous body towered over her, the toilet seat only coming up to her knees. She followed her thick thighs up to her dress and found herself actually jealous of the shapely hips and the unbelievably large bosom above her. She was hopeful that despite any animosity they had had, Chloe would see her and rescue her from this predicament. 

This hope disappeared when the giantess in the red dress spun around, giving the tiny Skylar a good look at her enormous rump. The red-head’s eyes widened in panic as the colossal woman hiked up her skirt, pulling the fabric over the bulging curvature of her ass. The massive, fleshy mounds were even more terrifying bare, textured with dimples and cellulite and far larger than anything Skylar had ever seen. In fact, compared to the insignificant size of the shrunken woman, each fo Chloe’s butt cheeks was about the size of county. 

Stevie too was interested as he watched the old lady from his work enter the cubicle in front of him. He had to admit, that she did have a nice ass and a very nice rack on her, but his intrigue peaked when she tugged up her skirt to reveal her crotch. Diagonally in front of her, he could see the thick bush of blonde hair behind the thin, black panties, and their’s presence was confirmed when she swiftly ripped her underwear down to her knees. Stevie found his hand reaching for his dick as the giantess squatted down over the toilet.

“Fuck off! No! Stop!” Skylar shrieked, dropping her heels in her haste as the gargantuan figure above her removed her panties, and pointed her naked ass in her direction. The tiny shoes plummeted into the toilet bowl, falling for what seemed like an hour before finally hitting the water, making a barely audible splash. Skylar swallowed hard, not wanting to share their fate. But she didn’t have much of a choice. Without warning, Chloe lurched backwards, her ginormous ass coming down with blinding speed.

Skylar hesitated for an instant, before throwing herself towards to digesting waters, but she was too slow. Skylar’s torso managed to clear the toilet seat before the unfathomable weight of Chloe’s huge rump came down it. Skylar shrieked in agony as her legs were caught between the titan’s flesh and the plastic seat, the minuscule limbs bursting as her meaty butt swallowed them. The muffled cracks of the redhead’s lower half being squished were heard only by her as her progress was halted and she found herself hanging over the edge of the seat, the giantess’s fleshy bottom above her. 

“ARRRGH!” Skylar screamed, her upper body seizing as the pain of her ruined legs shot through her in rapid waves. Her arms waved but she was unable to strike her assailant as Chloe’s booty rested above her back. Her struggles sent even more pain through her body, but she couldn’t control herself as she fought in vain to free herself and move the immense weight of the 55-year-old. 

Chloe sighed as she made herself comfortable on the cold toilet seat. Beneath her, Skylar felt herself rise as the giantess’s butt rose a centimetre off of the seat. Her smeared legs remained stuck to her flesh and she was picked up too, only for the beastly woman to shift slightly to the side. Had Chloe moved to the left, she would doubtless have crushed her pathetic prisoner under her booty, reducing her to a red spot on the vast ocean of her skin. At least that would have ended Skylar’s torture, but she was not so fortunate. Chloe shifted to the right and sat down hard. The impact of her landing dislodged the broken girl’s body from her flabby cheek and Skylar fell, following her shoes into the immense toilet bowl, and the nasty waters waiting below. 

The lean little woman crashed into the water, the impact stinging her upper body and face, her legs mercifully numb from the loss of blood. She gasped as she managed to get her head out of the water, only a minimal volume making it inside her mouth. She retched, but she was more worried about being beneath the humungous woman than being in a dirty, club toilet. She waved her arms, trying desperately to stay afloat without the use of her helpless legs. She heard the deep, rumbling sigh from the blonde above her and her heart sank.

With the sound of a rising storm, urine gushed out of Chloe’s pee hole, propelled into the air above the toilet bowl by the pressure within her. Skylar couldn’t even fathom how she could escape as the stream of yellow rushed down towards her. The waterfall of urine hit the toilet water a fraction fo an inch away from Skylar, and she thought she could escape, but the turbulence it caused in the previously still lake threw her tiny body up. Skylar screamed as she was sucked toward the heavy shower and within moments was engulfed in the falling piss from her ex-colleague. 

The tiny redhead’s mouth filled with the smelly, acidic fluid as it fell all around her. She spat and gagged but each breath she took sucked in more of the disgusting stream and she found herself drowning in Chloe’s urine, the never-ending flow draining her strength. Just when she thought she was going to give up, the droplets stopped. Suddenly vanishing, and leaving the exhausted creature floating in a pool of dark, yellow liquid. Skylar could do nothing more than float on her back, gasping and looking up at the goddess’s pussy and the underside of her pelvis … waiting to be flushed away with the rest of her waste.

Stevie came as the last droplets of the blonde giantess’s pee dropped into the toilet. His sperm landed on the cork ground before him and disappeared into it within seconds. He was panting, buzzing from the excitement of watching the woman piss, totally unaware of his presence. He was so absorbed in his guilty pleasure, that he didn’t notice the door to the bathroom stall behind him opening. 

***

Stacey was getting restless. Chloe had been in the bathroom for a few minutes now but made so sign of coming out. Even if she did, what chance did Stacey, standing less than a millimetre tall, have of getting her attention? Least of all from the floor? She had to get to higher ground, but how? Stacey looked behind her at the towering sinks that shot into the air. She thought about trying to climb them, but the sheer face before her was miles high and smooth. She saw a group of people rushing towards the bathroom door, having probably decided that it was their only hope of escape. She was left with two others who remained by the sink, as the remainder followed like sheep to the huge door. 

As if on cue, the huge door burst open, kicked by a titan behind it. The wave of air it generated was enough to sweep the group of runners off of their feet, throwing them onto their backs in its wake. One of the men looked up, sitting on his backside, at the now open doorway. He had just enough time to see the sole of the shoe before it hit him. 

Stacey screamed as the enormous shoe landed amidst the runners, crushing at least three people in the blink of an eye, their bodies vanishing with a crunch that was overshadowed by the piercing squeak of the shoe. The brown, leather show belonged to a gargantuan man, his thick legs and bulging belly the only things visible to the tiny people at present. One of the women on the floor before him looked up and saw nothing beyond the ballooning belly that spread around his already wide waist. 

She screamed as his other foot swung over her, slamming down as it took his weight and splattering her against the tile beneath him. He twisted on her toes as the door swung closed behind him, then stepping forward onto another pair of helpless shrunken people. Their bodies too were reduced to mush as his obese form trod on them without the slightest realisation. With another stride, he was clear of the group that had tried to escape, but as Stacey looked on in terror, she saw only one man stand back up, nothing left of the others besides tiny spots of red goop. 

Stacey wanted to vomit as she looked up at the giant with pure hatred in her heart. How could someone kill so many people without even thinking about it? His bulging torso was laden with fat, beneath a white t-shirt soaked in his own sweat. He wore jeans that were a little too tight for him, which didn’t match his formal brown shoes in the slightest. Stacey guessed that the oaf was in his late 30s, but he could have been older, his fat cheeks red with effort and his blubbering mouth half open as he panted. His steps caused even larger earthquakes than had Chloe’s, a testament to his weight. He too investigated the cubicles, until finally entering the one beside Chloe’s. 

***

Stevie only snapped out of his trance when he heard the door slam behind him and the lock click into place. He turned around to see an enormous white sheet fill his vision. The sweat-sodden t-shirt was pushed forwards by newcomer’s bulging belly, which wobbled as he panted. His footsteps were shaking the tiny man’s world violently and he had to focus to stop himself from bouncing out of the cave.  

***

Felix stumbled into the cubicle with a faint urge to urinate. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and he fumbled with his belt. More than anything, he just wanted to get out of his jeans. He had bought them ages ago, before he had put on this much weight, and now he barely fit inside it. He wore it out to look skinnier, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. How was he supposed to get some action when he looked like he did. Honestly, he hadn’t had sex in months, but he just didn’t have time with his part time job, to get in shape.

Given all this, he couldn’t believe his luck when he saw the hole in the wall. Felix’s eyes lit up and he looked around, his anxious mind thinking there must have been cameras, but there were none. He stepped tentatively towards the hole about to bend down to look through it.

“Hello?” came a feminine voice from beyond, and the huge man stepped back, his cheeks getting even more red.

“Um, hi,” he mumbled, “I wasn’t trying to do anything.” 

“Do anything with what?” giggled a slurred voice. 

“With the glory hole?” Felix replied.

“Oooooh, is that what that is?” Chloe asked, here eyes briefly taking in the ring in the wall. She ran an idea through her clouded mind before deciding that she definitely wanted to try it. After all, what did she have to lose? 

“Want to give it shot?” she asked, and Felix couldn’t believe his luck.

“Give it a shot?” he mumbled.

“God!” Chloe laughed, “Do I have to spell it out? DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME?”

***

Her voice echoed around the bathroom, but as far as she was concerned, its only inhabitants were her and the man in the next stall. Stacey however, couldn’t believe her ears. She never had Chloe pegged for that kind of girl, but she was pleased that she was getting out there. She almost forgot for a second that she was still a tiny human on a bathroom floor, on which a dozen or so like her had just been brutally murdered. She should have been terrified. But all she could think of was her friend, and her only hope of being saved. Trembling, Stacey crept forwards, heading slowly, hesitantly, towards the two occupied stalls. 

***

Stevie started to get worried as he heard the giant behind him fiddling with his belt buckle, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the older woman from his company. The blonde walked over to the hole with a sway in her hips and a grin that the tiny man could just glimpse before it disappeared behind her huge breasts. Her thundering steps shook the thin wall between the cubicles and Stevie thought for a moment that he would fall. He glanced behind him to see how much room he had between himself and the sheer drop behind.

The man choked on his own spit when he saw the sight behind him. The giant man had dropped his pants and his boxers to the floor and before the tiny man was Felix’s colossal dick. The average sized erect penis seemed far larger than a building. The towering column of pale meat was pointed towards right at him, the swollen head throbbing in anticipation. Stevie still hadn’t pieced to gather what was happening, but his eyes were once again drawn to Chloe as she readied herself. 

The giantess turned her back on the wall, convincing herself that she really wanted to do this. She smirked, wobbling a little on her feet in her drunken state. She smiled as she edged closer to the hole in the wall. Paula screamed as the giantess hovered over her. Her tiny body too weak to get out of the way. She watched her colossal foot fall beside her and she thought that she would surely be crushed. The side of her dark blue heel rose like a small house only few arm-lengths beside the broken woman. She could see up the length of her huge, pale leg, right up her skirt. 

The giantess’s enormous ass swayed high above in the heavens, its pale, juicy flesh wobbling with her movement. Leaning forwards, the giantess reached down to pull up the already short skirt from around her booty. With a flick of her fingers, the fabric shot up over the convexity and bunched up around her abdomen, leaving Stevie with a divine view of her humungous buns. Now almost within reach of him, the colossal mounds were far larger than anything he had ever seen. Stevie shook with delight and excitement as the planet-sized rear came ever closer. 

Chloe deftly tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and ripped them down to her knees. The motion was so rapid that Paula thought for sure that the sky was falling upon her, the black material stopping abruptly in the air, stretched tightly between her meaty legs. 

Stevie couldn’t believe his luck, as the recently unsupported flesh of the giantess’s rump wiggled before him. He watched as the goddess bent forwards, raising her ass up and spreading her cheeks, revealing a dark entrance protected by a forrest of golden hairs. The smell of her anus struck him immediately, but he was far too concerned with what came next to be deterred. As the titanic blonde bent forward, her perineum continued to roll into view, and the puny man came face to face with the veritable canyon of her pussy, this too surrounded by a dense, golden foliage. The two deep pink lips were already moist with a thin white sheen and the fleshy inside was getting nearer and nearer.

“Come on in, hun,” Chloe purred, her voice vibrating through the stall. In his delusion, Stevie thought that the beautiful giantess was talking to him, and his own, tiny, erect penis nearly burst from pure anticipation. Unfortunately, his wasn’t the only member ready to enter Chloe’s sopping snatch.

Stevie heard a deep breathe of excitement from behind him, and any chance of him escaping his fate vanished. He turned his head just in time to see the enormous head of the giant man’s penis barrel towards him like a truck. He raised his tiny arms in an attempt to defend himself, but the hot, throbbing wall of meat whisked him off his feet. The moist skin crashed into him, picking up his body as it charged forwards, and keeping him on it as it approached its destination. 

Stevie opened his mouth to scream as his tiny body crashed into a second, hot surface but his cry was swallowed up by the drenched flesh along with the rest of his body. He felt the giantess’s moan vibrate through her body as the colossal cock pressed him against her pussy. The force pushing against his entire body was immense, and the tiny man felt like he was going to pop, but with a sloppy swish, the giant’s penis slipped into place and forced him inside his giantess employee. 

As he burst into her vagina, through the tight hole of her introitus, he had a moments respite from the powerful forces that he been crushing him. He found himself sinking in the soft, wet flesh inside of Chloe’s sex, breathing in the heavy air in the darkness. Sadly, this didn’t last long as from behind him came the giant’s cock. The massive tower of meat had successfully stretched open the woman’s pussy and ploughed deeper into her. Stevie was once again smothered by the head of the dick and pushed further into the goddess. He felt himself being pushed against giving walls as he shot deeper into Chloe, and mercifully his advance halted before he hit her cervix. 

With the wall and his belly before him, Felix could only thrust so far, and as a result, the pathetic spec of a man on his dick wasn’t pulverised between his meat and the inside fo the gorgeous woman’s pussy. A moan erupted from deep within the blonde and Stevie felt it reverberate through his body. Without warning, he felt movement, but it wasn’t the man moving. Chloe rocked forwards on her feet, pulling her body away until only the tip of the man’s cock was inside her. The puny spec of a man was drawn back too, and thought that he was going to escape. 

Unfortunately for him, just before the enormous head popped out of her vagina, Chloe slammed backwards, thrusting the shaft deep inside her once more. Stevie was thrown back in, but the speed of the motion was such that he ended up falling behind the head of the penis. He screamed in the moist, squelching cave as he slipped between the wall and the cock, his body sinking into the throbbing masses. 

The ramming continued, and each time the enormous cock ploughed over his body, Stevie found himself getting weaker and weaker. The heat was slowly become less unbearable and all in all, the ear-shattering squelching and moaning was getting quieter … as Stevie gadded into a turbulent sleep. His body was battered beyond belief and as the sheer force of the rocking motion bashed his brain around inside his tiny skull, he lost consciousness. To him, the experience had been akin to jetting off in a rocket, and the rapid accelerations had proved too much for him. 

The assault on Chloe’s pussy, and in turn Stevie’s minuscule body, lasted for a few more minutes, culminating in an explosion of biblical proportions. The enormous man uttered a loud roar that shook the bathroom stalls as he pumped gallons of cum into Chloe’s waiting vagina. The hot, sticky mess filled the available space, washing over and drowning Stevie’s unconscious body. His eye flickered for a second, as the blood filling his skull and compressing his brain, still allowed him to register that he was drowning. He gasped raggedly, sucking in the mixture of the giant’s semen and the goddess’s juices. 

Chloe too was gasping as she leaned her bare ass again the wall of the bathroom stall. Her hands were on her knees and she shook her head to flick the hair out of it. The man on the other side was also panting, but slowly pulled his rapidly deflating penis out of her. 

The soft column emerged with a wet pop, and Chloe gasped as the sensation shot excitement through her. Neither one noticed the droplet of cum that dripped off towards the floor. It was a tiny amount and neither one would have even noticed it, but it made a big difference to someone else. 

Paula shouldn’t have screamed as the ball of goop fell towards her. Then at least she may not have had it enter her mouth as well as her nostrils. The warm, white droplet exploded over her crippled body, and clung to her like glue, covering every part of her. She couldn’t move, but even with the pain she felt, she willed her arms to do something, as the sticky goo entered her throat and clogged her airways. The two gods basked in pleasure above her, as the insignificant girl suffocated in a mere drop of the products of their sex. If anyone small enough could see her, they would have seen Paula’s bloodies, broken body, spasm in the cum in a desperate attempt to survive, before slowly fading to stillness. 

***

After what seemed like forever, Stacy heard the sound of a lock click. She looked up excitedly for her friend to emerge, as she stood right before the door so that there was no way for Chloe to miss her. She started waving her arms before the door even started to swing. 

Unfortunately, the colossal blonde stepped out before the swing had finished, and her own foot came between her and her shrunken friend before she could spot her. Stacy was still smiling, not having realised what was happening, when the heavy sole of the titans heel obliterated her with a click. Chloe was totally unaware of what she had done as she strode out, leaving only a pool of blood and flesh to mark where Stacy had once existed. She proceeded to wash her hands and leave the bathroom, to look for her friend and head home. She made a mental note to apologies for taking so long.