Bob, Ann, and Andra's heart beats like they've just run a marathon, and it picks up a bit faster when the giant man steps into the elevator. His foot, at least thirty feet long, hits the elevator floor, causing a loud bang and forcing the dampers, causing the entire hulk to drop at least two feet in a fraction of a second. Each one of his steps shakes the elevator, but the little ones manage to stay on their feet, although the presence of such an immense being triggered a barking attack from Hunter.
Bob barely managed to stand by leaning against Ann's muscular thigh, which feels warm, but solid as a rock against the palm of his hand. He was trying to calm down when suddenly suffered an optical illusion. His peripheral vision made him believe that the world around him was moving, which left him a bit dizzy, but it was actually the ápex female, who was beginning to rise. From his spot in the elevator he can watch the colossal muscles of her bare thighs and calves expand and contract beneath her taut tanned skin to lift the thousands of tons of raw power that a body of that size contains. Her mere presence crushes him. She stands for a couple of seconds before moving toward the elevator. Bob think of Ann's legs, one of which he is still leaning against, and how each one looks so muscular and bulky, how each one has more strength and weight than his entire body, and how those powerful legs don't stand a chance compared to the long and toned columns that support the apex, which despite looking thinner in proportion, possess a power beyond comprehension. Even one of the gigantic woman's defined calves is hundreds if not thousands of times more powerful than Ann's full body. Perhaps hundreds of thousands of times more powerful than him. And it's just her calf. He then sees the tendons and muscles on the colossal right foot tense as she lifts and moves her left foot forward, and Bob only manages to release Hunter's leash and hug Andra.
The sound is like an explosion, a deafening boom that Bob remembers all too well. The elevator sinks more than seven feet, throwing all the little ones into the air. Bob barely manages to cushion Andra's fall with his own body, holding her firmly in his arms. A few feet from him, Ann lands on her hands and knees, but doesn't try to get up until the apex stops next to the human and the elevator stops shaking.
For a moment, Bob doesn’t know where Hunter is and feels an empty in his chest. He couldn't bear to lose his dog under the step of an apex. He saw many times what happens to a body under that weight, and he wouldn't bear to lose his dog like that, he just couldn't, he loves that dog too much. He looks around and sees Ann raises her left hand holding the leash of the dog, which is now unleashed in a fit of rage.
With father and daughter on their feet, he tries to calm Hunter down, but to no avail, tha animal it’s too scared. Ann, who is on her knees, towering over Andra and Bob, pulls the leash until she is holding the dog with both hands. The animal, out of her control, digs its teeth into her left hand. Bob feels so guilty so quickly that feels like he was the one bitten. But Ann doesn't react, doesn't startle or show any sign of pain. She just holds Hunter and looks into its eyes as the dog bites her, until Hunter lets go and sits, staring at her, tail between the legs.
- I told you, all about confidence - Ann smiles at Bob, breaking the tension of the moment - I had dogs all my childhood, about the same size as this one. Their bite cannot penetrate my skin since I was eight years old. Their little jaws are too weak, look, don't worry.
Ann shows him a hand covered in saliva, but unharmed. For a moment, the only thing that goes through the mini’s mind is how much he is turned on by the show of strenght that Ann just casually gave him.
Ann, on her side, having dated a human in her youth, ignores for the moment the mountain of masculinity she has behind her back and concentrates on Bob and the red of his cheeks. The effect her strenght has on the mini man is turning her on.
Bob feels the need to show Ann's uninjured hand to Andra, but when he sees the expression of his daughter, his first think is that she is scared, and he gets angry, but then notices that perhaps it’s not fear that his daughter shows, and gets unconfortable. The young woman leans her back against the wall, her mouth is ajar, her eyes are wide and looking up and her legs are closed tight. Bob looks up and sees the human towering over their heads, his leg muscles dancing slightly as they supports great weight, more defined and bulky in proportion than those on the apex next to him. And above, on top of those colossal legs, resting on two balls that could easily crush the largest of the minis, Bob can see the outline of a colossal cock, dozens of feet long, semi-erect and barely contained by the thin underwear. The obvious excitement of his daughter make him bother and extremely aware of everything around him. A tainy woman he just met a couple of minutes ago and who he desperately wants to fuck, keeps him company and helps him with a dog that, apparently, he cannot control, while two gigantic teenagers enter the elevator without any care for the little ones, saturating the place with the intense smell of fresh sex, one of those giants showing off to such an extent that keeps his daughter in a state he doesn't want to know about. This is…
- I'm sorry - interrupts the musings of all the little ones the deep and powerful voice of the human -. I did not think there would be so many people in the elevator at this hour - he blushes -, you see, now I go to a photo session, and I forgot my robe in my girlfriend's apartment, but I thought there would be no problem because, well, I thought that almost all the other residents would be working or something, And I figured we'd have the elevator just to ourselves.
While he says the last, he crouches down, slightly spreading his legs to have a better view of the little ones in front of him, not realizing that his new position does nothing more than stretch even more the thin fabric that struggles to contain the several tons of weight of his member.
Andra bites her lower lip and her eyes remain slightly ajar. Her breathing are short and fast. The pair of giants made them fly just by entering the elevator, and now the human apologizes for his display as he makes it even more apparent. The lack of shame is infuriating. Again anger engulfs Bob, and he is determined to put the human in his place, but he is again interrupted.
- Okay - Ann tells the Human, fearing that the mini will say something that might offend the giants -. We just need some space. If you could - she gestures with her hands to get him up.
- Oh - he doubts a moment - of course. Again, I am sorry.
- I think they already understood baby, stop apologizing - says the apex to the human, without stopping looking at her cell phone, with a calm voice that completely shakes the little ones.
Ann looks intently at the huge member that moves away as the human stands up. A souvenir for the road.
- I think you should give her a moment - she bends down and whispers in Bob’s ear, referring to his daughter and the very likely fact that she just reached an orgasm just by getting close to a penis dozens of times bigger than her entire body - Besides, we still have to fix the little security business, - that seems to distract the little man a bit - I live in 508, I'll be home after 8 tonight. If you want, you can come by so that we can fix the details. What do you think?
- I say it sounds fantastic.
- It's a date then.
The elevator door opens. It’s the second floor, where the private gym that Ann attends is located, the same floor where the semi-naked human session will be.
- Do you get down here? I can give you a ride - he offers, bending down once more and extending his huge hand next to Ann.
- -Oh, well… thank you - she accepts, climbing carefully. The thickness of his hand is as high as her knees.
She can't help but fantasize once she's on the huge hand that doesn't seem to register her weight. She remembers when her high school boyfriend held her and how he took every part of her body with his powerful fingers, each thick as a tree trunk compared to her delicate body. She also imagines how the hand that holds her must use much more of its strength to masturbate the building that is his penis, much larger than that of her boyfriend of those years. Her knees are shaking and she has to lean on them, knees together and feet apart, feeling the powerful heat emitted from his gigantic palm less than an inch from her quivering pussy. It’s incredible the power that a being like that has over someone like her, which reminds her of the excited amazement with which Bob was looking at her moments ago.
- See you at the meeting - she says to Bob waving her hand before being raised by the human.
Ann's large body disappears into the hand that rises hundreds of feet into the air. Bob can barely wave her goodbye. The human also says goodbye to the little ones and leaves. Bob was preparing to adjust the lift's damping once the human exited, but the shock is insignificant, just a couple of his inches. And he understands that it’s because the apex is still in the place. The weight of the human who brought the elevator down more than two feet as it climbed is nothing compared to the unmanageable weight of the apex next to him. From his time in Levante, he knows that muscles and apex bones are denser than those of a human, so measuring twice their height they can weigh up to twelve to fifteen times more.
Hunter began to growl at the mountain next to them. Bob can see the powerful toes constantly adjusting to balance the apex. He saw so many prisoners being beaten to pulp by toes like those. Even if it was one or two dozen of prisoners at the same time, the result was always the same: beaten over and over again, until they were completely demolished. The opening of doors alleviated the heavy smell of sex quite a bit, but as the doors were closed again, he noticed new scents. The scent of the soap with which the giant washed her clean and neat feet, colossi over eighty feet in length. He also perceives the smell of worn sandals, and the smell of sweat that begins to accumulate between the gigantic sole and the sandal. That particular smell, the sweat trying to cool her feet on a hot day like this, transported him to a distant camp, where he was a prison guard after the arrival of the apexes turned an impending defeat into an endless string of victories. Six planes arrived first, the largest planes in the world. In total, there were three apéx soldiers and the equipment in armor, tents and weapons for each one, in addition to hundreds of ápex size protein bars. Seeing them for the first time was impressive. Two women and one man, none looked older than nineteen or twenty, all three dressed only in boxer shorts, all three seemed not to have a single ounce of fat on their bodies. Their musculature looked lean and flexible, yet extremely defined, the type of body seen in sprint runners, ideal for endurance and explosiveness. The first thing he thought then was to hide the erection caused by those perfect bodies that seemed sculpted in marble. He was trying to convince himself that it was only because of the two women, but the truth is that he could not take his eyes off the white-skinned body of that young soldier with dark brown hair and huge light green eyes. Bob remembers wondering if his huge nipples could fit in a woman, and he immediately imagined each of those nipples being ridden by a mini woman. Each one must have been at least twelve inches long and thicker than any penis ever would have seen. What he was sure of was that women's nipples would be useless in that sense, although small in proportion to their bodies, their breasts were colossal compared to a mini like him, he heard a doctor say that they weighed a couple of hundreds of tons each, and the nipples that crowned those gigantic boobs must have been over two feet long in his scale, and thicker than a tainy’s leg. Any mini or tainy that tried to accommodate those nipples inside would be smashed on the first try.
And when they presented themselves to the general, it was another kind of spectacle, an overwhelming one. In command of the apex trio was the chocolate skinned woman, her short hair curled against her skull, her golden eyes kept focused at all times and when She greeted the general with a hand on her forehead, a bicep as big as a truck exploded from her arm, each of the strings of muscle that formed it marked, showing the thick and powerful veins that kept the blood flowing in that structure of mass destruction. The greeting of her and her two companions, of course, went towards the horizon while at her feet, humiliated, the general who maintained the discipline of the base with iron fist had to use all his own military discipline not to faint, while maintaining the salute directly to the right big toe of Eco, the dark-skinned woman. A short distance from the trembling general, the tendons of Echo's unstoppable feet were straining, as thick and long as electric posts, all to keep in position feet as powerful as any ancient god. In the heights, the contracted biceps, the chiseled abs, the back furrowed with athletic musculature, all their defined and godly bodies shone in the desert sun, covered by a thin layer of sweat that made them seem even more like, divine beings, forces of nature that came to put order in the petty mortal conflicts. Anyone who saw that image understood that the respected general's body would collapse in a split second if he found himself caught between two of the colossal digits that he seemed to honor. His entire career and medals, the honor of any past victory, would be scattered on the impenetrable skin of those almighty feet. And if that happened, and Eco decided then and there to take command of the base, she would be obeyed without hesitation.
That night, Bob masturbated half a dozen times, and he didn't know of a soldier who didn't do the same.
The first battle in which the apex intervened was a massacre with thousands of civilian casualties and the annihilation of any enemy soldier, without prisoners. A week later, the enemy forces began to surrender without fighting wherever Echo's squad showed up. That saved a lot of time and lives, but the prisoners began to pile up. Prison camps were built in different parts as Echo added victories and prisoners for the Altaland glory. But it was not the Altaland army that wanted prisoners.
Although now he is ashamed to admit it, Bob loved being on duty at night, and he asked for those shifts whenever he could. He was excited to see them take off their heavy armor after a day of victories, to see their tired bodies relax by the fire of a small stove. Small only to their standards. In those times, he was in love with all three, but the one who most filled his sexual fantasies was Kilo, the woman with short blonde hair, skin that was once white, but golden from the desert, and huge blue eyes. He loved her with all of his heart, back then when he didn't really know the real love. He liked to see her back, so long and lean, and to follow the incredible lines, true channels that separated each muscle of her as if it were an anatomical map. Bob always thought that Kilo had the best abs of the three, perfect steel hard rectangles against which a mini body had no chance. He saw her countless times lean by the fire and take a prisoner. It didn't matter if it was male or female, or how strong it was, she took them by the feet and slammed them against the terrible and merciless muscles, as if she was dusting them off. In most cases the heads of the small prisoners exploded with the first impact and the brain mass drained through the deep channels that separated each muscle. Then she repeated the movement, pulverising arms and spines, torsos, hips, usually until nothing was left above the knees. It was a quick death. One hit, and that's it. But still, it was terrifying to see a body like his disintegrate against those abs, by the mere action of a flick of the wrist, and the fact that Kilo was bored and the muscles in her abdomen were a force of nature.
He remembers games as well. In the first weeks, they would take out four or five prisoners and make them fight in tournaments. They gambled, drank and laughed while between the three pairs of bare feet, trained soldiers used the best of their abilities to entertain the apexes. In those days, the only deaths were accidental, when a fight got out of control, or those who refused to fight their compatriots, and who were quickly caught by a giant hand and thrown hundreds of feet into the darkness of desert nights. But as the weeks went by, the games got worse. The fights were fought to the death, only the last winner was left alive. Then prisoners began to compete against the bare toes of the apex, always ending in toes covered in entrails and body parts. Later, they began to use the prisoners to satisfy the lust that their young and divine bodies accumulated since the beginning of the war. No body is prepared to resist against genitalia of those dimensions. An ejaculation from a penis seventy feet in length could split a spine in two or tear off the heads of its victims, and only if it was not a direct blow, in which case the body of the prisoner was reduced to pieces. The slightest contraction of a pussy of that size reduced any soldier to a sack of ground meat.
On one occasion, the guilt that still haunts him in his nightmares, Bob shared some drinks with the apexes next to the warmth of the huge fire that for them was nothing more than a stove, he told Kilo about the ideas he had about the nipples. The huge soldier, fascinated, did not take long to convince the other apexes and experiment. First, Lima lay on his back. Kilo placed Bob and three other mini soldiers on the giant's marked abdomen. Kilo made them take off their shoes, and Bob could feel directly against his bare feet the power and glory of the gigantic god's steel muscles. Kilo was the first to undress an insignificant prisoner and straddle her on Lima's left nipple, which caused the giant to let out a little gasp when felt the stimulation of his nipple. Kilo's huge tongue stuck out to moisten her lips as she watched hypnotized and moved her little test subject back and forth, stimulating her mini vagina until the woman, insignificant between her fingers, stopped crying and began to moan. Then it was time to push. Bob watched in amazement as those huge fingers, which could crush the mini like a grape without the slightest effort, were perfectly controlled as they forced the gigantic nipple into a microscopic twat. The little woman was very wet from all the previous stimulation, and successfully received the intruder. The first thrusts were accompanied by screams of pain, but after a minute these were replaced with moans and screams of pleasure. Above her head, Kilo watched and used her free hand to stimulate her own vagina, gently stroking around her clit without actually touching the sensitive button. Suddenly, sharp cries of pain were heard. Bob turned and saw that Ech, also holding a woman between her fingers, had just skipped all the foreplay and had gone straight to penetration. Eco's mini was particularly small, very light skinned, but dirty, evidence of life in the prisioners camp. She was very thin and you could see her ribs peeking out slightly. She was too fragile for Eco's rude ways, who paid no attention and quickened the pace of the thrusts, smiling devilishly. Kilo, who also give a shit about Eco's mini, didn’t want to be left behind and also accelerated the rise and fall of her mini, a woman with brown hair and much stronger physically than her counterpart. The competitiveness of the apexes led them to accelerate so much that their respective minis were hammered by Lima's nipples half a dozen times a second. Lima, meanwhile, only enjoyed the show with a big smile, while his penis, a tower of flesh and nerves five stories high, soared skyward, towering over the entire base, covered in angry swollen veins, throbbing, ready to desintegrate the first prisioner he encountered. Eco and Kilo slowed down, Kilo's prisioner moaned and cried as an unstoppable train of orgasms was melting her brain. Eco's insignificant mini was unconscious. The leader decided it was time to test the second part of Bob's theory. When Bob heard that, his blood ran cold.
- Me first - Kilo declared, happy with his work.
- No way - Eco cut her off.
With the woman dangling languidly between her fingers, Eco straddled her right nipple. She watched in delight as her modest tit completely overshadowed the despicable body of her victim. On Kilo's advice, she stimulated the injured vagina of her mini with her nipple, but she only managed to stimulate herself to increase the already huge size of the nipple soon to conquer the inside of the prisoner. The lack of response to her gentleness annoyed Eco even more, so she began to press the woman towards her chest. The tip of her nipple was as thick as the mini’s hip, but that didn't stop the apex. Eco felt the woman's small lips expand and stretch. Then he felt them ripping apart. It was an almost imperceptible sensation, and she would not have been sure what had just happened had it not been for her victim woke up, and began to give the most desperate screams she had ever heard, screams that could easily be mistaken for the squeals of a pig. But the pressure continued to mount. The slim, insubstantial arms of the woman beat with all her might against her two fingers that held her and that could reduce her to dust without any effort. The nipple was hard as a rock, but they were very sensitive, and she felt when they encountered a harder surface and yet it began to crack and collapse almost immediately. The hips of the mini were reduced to splinters, the nipple kept on its way and finally entered the woman's body in a single trip. Luckily, the woman had lost consciousness just before her hips gave way, so she didn't feel her hard nipple tearing at her intestines and crushing her lungs and heart. She was already dead when a thick mixture of blood, splintered bones and crushed organs escaped from her mouth like a geyser. A very small one.
Eco needed to satisfy the lust that radiated from her vagina to her entire body, but Kilo forced her to wait until she finished testing her subject. She thought that if she managed to penetrate a little prisoner with her nipple without killing it, she would have beaten Echo twice in the same day. She congratulated her mini on her good job and return her to the camp. She took another prisoner, she took care to choose one that looked strong and healthy, to improve her chances. Kilo stripped the mini, just as carefully as she had her first, making sure her fingers didn't break the delicate body before the game. Then she put it on her right nipple, just like Eco, and began to rub her, first very slowly, but increasing the rhythm more and more while saying her constant words of courage. She knew that the mind was as important as the body.
- Hey, shut up that dog.
After Kilo’s new mini reached the second orgasm, the real test started. The nipple was slightly narrower than the mini woman's broad hips, which gave Kilo confidence. Immediately the woman tried to resist, when she felt the huge nipple force her legs open and crush her vagina. She settled herself as best she could to rest both feet on the areola that surrounded the intruder who was trying to penetrate her, and held the rough surface of the nipple with both hands. The muscles in her arms and legs strained to the extreme, but did not slow the steady advance of the beast trying to tear her to pieces. So, she begged. She looked into the eyes of the apex that had conquered her town in an hour and begged her to stop, that was killing her, that she didn't want to end up as Eco's mini. But in Kilo's eyes there was only desire: desire for sex, and lust for blood. The irrepressible desire of someone who imposes pain on another, just because has the size to do it. Then the screams. First both legs were dislocated from the hips, then the hips were shattered and then all the internal organs of a woman with dreams and hopes, were liquefied and forced out, this time, through the stomach, when the fragile skin gave way and tore. For some reason, Kilo felt the need to throw the used body of her victim in the middle of the other prisoners, creating panic while Eco unleashed her irrepressible lust and rode Lima's titanic cock. Bob and the other soldiers were trapped between them at first, certain that if the giants hugged each other and they were trapped between Eco and Lima's concrete abs, the only thing that would yield would be their insubstantial little bodies. But Eco did not forget them, she took them in one hand to put them in a safe place before pouncing on Lima again. The energy of their youth and lust made their onslaught shook the earth all night long. No one could sleep in the camp.
Bob could hear in his mind the cries for help of the prisoners who were being eaten by Kilo's insatiable pussy that night. But he also heard, out of his mind, the screams of Andra, asking him to react. A meteorite fell in front of him and the powerful shock wave sent his daughter and him flying towards the wall. When the ringing in his ears subsided, he saw that he was still holding Hunter's chain, but the other end ended in a flattened link. His heart was pounding in his head, and beside him, without saying a single word, his daughter's eyes were wide, fixed on the wall of tanned skin in front of them.