The Palmenboutique restaurant was situated in the large conservatory at the edge of the Old Town district. While large and spacious for the average Austrian citizen, it was dwarfed by the two American giantesses. Being roughly as long as Ivis was tall, it was rather narrow—a little more than the width of Vera’s wide and heavy hips. Approaching from the south-west, Ivis and Vera stopped in the park in front of the structure. Ivis’ right foot was firmly planted on top of a crushed pine tree, while her left foot had smashed a cute couple and their romantic picnic blanket into the ground.

A frantically waving waiter exited the building and approached the two women. Ivis crouched down.

“Please! You can’t come in here, we’re full! All 48 tables!” the sweaty little waiter shouted.

“I have booked a table, you do remember?” Ivis responded calmly.

“No, you have not! I… I told you on the phone, please!” The little man became increasingly anxious.

“Listen, we’re not here to cause trouble. We just want the table for two that I booked this afternoon.” Ivis remained calm.

The tiny waiter started shaking.

Vera was watching the whole scene unfolding with increasing bemusement. 

Ivis sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’d like to talk to the manager.” She still showed no emotions. The waiter, somewhat relieved to be off the hook, immediately scurried back inside the conservatory.

Vera looked at her mother, “what are we gonna do now, Mom?”

Ivis turned her head back over her left shoulder. Looking up at her daughter from her crouched position, she took a second to appreciate the sight. This is how it must look to those puny Austrians when her baby girl towers over them. She looked up Vera’s thick thighs, her wide and curvy hips. Above that, the flat stomach and of course the heavy pair of breasts jutting out high above her.. Vera’s beautiful young face, looming over everything like a young goddess, descended onto earth.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Ivis smiled at her daughter, “we’ll find a spot.”

“Ma’am!” A tiny voice brought Ivis’ attention back. “I am the manager of this establishment! I am very, very sorry, but there is simply no space!”

Ivis’ face darkened. “So, what do you suggest?”

“I was… WE were thinking,” he gestured towards the waitstaff, collectively hiding in the entrance, “you could sit out here in the park – enjoy the nice weather, the air – while we serve you our specialties! … Free of charge of course!” He quickly added that last part, as Ivis' expression did not change for the better.

“So, you suggest we sit here in the grass?” She waved dismissively at the ground below her. “Like what, like we’re some hobos? That we can’t afford your ‘specialties’?” Ivis had grown irritated. Her enormous but slender hand dug down into the earth. She ripped out—what must have been a truckload of soil to those puny Austrians—and waved back and forth it in front of the cowering restaurant staff. Vera started grinning—this was getting interesting.

“I have called in advance—”

The soil was discarded in some random direction over Vienna.

“Ma’am—”

Ivis rose back up. “—I booked the table—”

The manager staggered several steps backwards and started pleading, “please, you—”

“—and now my daughter and I will have dinner. In your restaurant!” Ivis emphasized that last part while dusting off her hands. That was the end of the conversation. She took her daughter's hand and raised her right foot. 

———

The guests inside the large glasshouse looked up, as the evening’s sunset suddenly disappeared and the whole building was cast in shadow. Nobody had time to react, when—with a thunderous noise—the glass ceiling suddenly caved in, as a gigantic heeled foot pushed through the roof. The high heeled sandal moved downwards and flattened two tables and their patrons. Before anyone inside the restaurant could comprehend what was going on, the ceiling at the other end of the glasshouse exploded inwards and another foot entered the restaurant from above, this time in a blue high heel. Panic erupted in the building, but before people had the chance to get up, two more feet crashed through the ceiling. 

Standing on either side of the large glass dome in the center of the conservatory, Ivis reached into the building. “Honey, give me a hand, please!” Bending down, Vera grabbed her side of the cupola and together, the giant women ripped the remaining roof off the structure. Without much effort, they disposed of the rubble in the park next to them—the broken glass and twisted metal frame causing as much carnage in the park as the two giantesses caused in the restaurant. Admiring their work, Vera stood—hands on hips—firmly inside the now roofless conservatory. Ivis observed the chaos in between her feet with growing delight. Nodding to her giant daughter, the two sat down.

Looking up, the brunette woman in her teal colored evening gown froze in fear. A gigantic butt, dressed in white, descended down onto her and her friends. Her husband, clambering over the dinner table to get to her, grabbed her wrist. The woman snapped out of it as he pulled her towards the side of the room. Picking up one of their friends, who had stumbled over his chair, the woman again looked up. They were not going to make it, she thought, moments before the enormous right buttcheek slammed down on her. With one quick movement she was folded backwards. Pulped into red goo, together with her friends and the fully decked dinner table, where they had peacefully eaten their last meal moments before.

On the left side of the large room, a man in a black tuxedo was knocked over by the white butt crashing down onto him. His lower half was caught under the gigantic rump, pressed into the floor, making it impossible for him to move. For a second the pressure eased, as the giant woman shifted her weight. Looking around him, the man was looking for something—anything—to grab for, anything that could be of help to him. Broken chairs and tables, pieces of dinnerware and food littered his surroundings. Nothing. The pressure increased again. Opening his mouth, he tried to scream, but all air had been pressed out of his lungs. A split second later, several tons of flesh steamrolled him into the ground, his upper body exploding in a shower of gore and blood.

Ivis shifted her legs to her left—ladylike—as if she was sitting on a picnic blanket. Opposite of her, Vera was sitting cross-legged—her wide behind filling out the conservatory completely.

Ivis looked around her, satisfied. “It’s nice here, with all those beautiful palm trees and flowers.” She gestured towards the remains of the former greenhouse around her, the blood-sprayed flora clearly ruffled. Vera laughed. “Good thing we found a free spot!” Vera pulled her hair behind her left ear.

“You! Red wine, now!” Ivis barked at a black suited man next to her.

“I don’t think he’s a waiter, mom.” Vera remarked.

The tiny man in the black suit looked up in fear to the two giant women. In his hands, he held tight what looked like part of an evening dress—the other end of the fabric disappearing under Ivis’ right buttcheek.

“Well,” Ivis looked down at the little man, “he’s either a waiter … or he’s the food.” 

The man’s jaw dropped. He released his dead wife’s gown and sprinted towards one of the exits. Laughter thunder above his head. “Mom, he’s way too old!” he heard one of the women say. He didn’t care. He had to get out of here!

“Don’t be ridiculous! I like some salt and pepper on a man!” Ivis laughed. She moved her right hand over to the tiny man and his nice set of hair, while he was frantically trying to open the locked side door. She pinched the man’s head between her thumb and index finger. Pushing together, the tiny head exploded into a cloud of red mist seconds after he realized what was going on.

“Mom!” Vera tried to cover her laughter behind her hand, “That was ice cold!” She grinned.

Ivis smiled at her daughter, licking her fingers clean. “Enough playing around, where is our food?”

She discovered three waiters trying to hide in the greenery to her left. “Hello there! If you don’t want to end up like that old man right now, you better listen carefully!” Ivis explained, addressed the cowering waiters.

While her mother was placing the order, Vera was looking around. Glancing behind her she noticed a group of patrons who tried to sneak out of the building. “Not a chance.” Vera grinned. Lifting her buttcheek, she used her right hand to gather the four people and shoved them back right under her. She ignored the cries for mercy and settled her butt back down, slowly and carefully. Closing her eyes, she relished in the feeling of bodies bursting and breaking under her heavy ass. Feeling the tiny people pushing and struggling in vain, before being obliterated by her enormous behind—it was an exhilarating feeling for Vera.

“... and don’t even think of running away. I will hunt you down and rip you limb from limb, is that understood?” Ivis stared at the tiny waitstaff. Nodding. They left for the kitchen and the wine cellar.

“That is taken care of,” the titanic woman looked back at her daughter, “let’s see, who we’re dining with tonight!” Looking around, the two giantesses started picking up the few patrons that survived their grand entrance.

———

Vera counted thirteen survivors, huddled up anxiously between the two giant women. Ivis picked up a woman missing her left leg, bleeding profusely. “Let’s say twelve.” Dangling the mangled woman in the air from her remaining right leg, she grimaced at Vera and with a casual movement of her wrist, she flung the injured woman over the rooftops of Vienna, where she splattered against a building. Another woman was accidentally ripped in half as Vera tried to pull her out from under her. The dying upper body was discarded in Vera’s mouth and disappeared after a few bites. The two legs were discarded in the corner of the room.

Examining their guests, Vera noticed a rather tall woman among them. Her skin was olive and she had smooth black hair framing her beautiful face. A long green dress, embroidered with colorful flowers, covered her toned figure. But her most striking feature was her height. She was more than twice the height of the surrounding Austrians, including the man whose hand she was holding tight.

“Hmm, you’re not from here?” Ivis also had noticed the ravishingly good looking woman in their midst. She didn’t answer, instead she stared into Ivis’ eyes with a stern expression. “Egypt? Saudi Arabia,” Ivis started guessing, ignoring the woman’s stare, “the Turkish Empire?”

“You have no right to do what you just did!” The dark haired woman suddenly burst out.

Vera was startled—did the tiny worm just talk back to her mother?

Ivis looked at the woman in surprise, but remained composed. “Excuse me?”

“You have no right to come in here, break everything and murder all those people, just because you are bigger than them!” The woman shouted at her. Vera admired her broad shoulders, the wide back, stretching the dress as she shouted. Her biceps visibly bulged when she clenched her fists in fury. Was she having a death wish? Vera was curious.

The woman was still yelling. “What gives you the right to kill all those people?” Tears started flowing down her cheeks “What right do you have–”

“I think that is enough.” Ivis calmly but resolutely cut her off.

“You’re a monster!”

Ivis’ eyes narrowed.

With one swift movement Ivis reached out to the tall Turkish woman. But instead of grabbing her, she grabbed the smaller, equally fit, gentleman whose hand she was still holding, pulling the two apart.

“No!” the woman in green lunged forward trying to grab the man’s arm.

“Is this your boyfriend?” With a cold expression, the giant American dangled the tiny man over the woman’s head—just out of her reach. “Husband?”

“No, please! Don’t hurt him!”

The man started screaming as well, “No, no, no! We’re sorry! She didn’t mean it! Please!” But Ivis paid him no attention—she was focused entirely on the loudmouthed woman in front of her.

“You know … monsters eat people. Do I look like a monster?” Ivis lifted the tiny man higher to her face.

“No, no, you’re no monster! I am sorry!” The Turkish woman fell to her knees, sobbing. “Please!”

“Kiss it!” The giant woman held her left hand down towards the small woman’s weeping face.

“Wha—?” She looks up.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” Ivis squeezed her fingers lightly, causing visible pain in the small figure she was holding.

Wasting no more seconds the Turkish woman frantically grabs the large digits dangling in front of her. Repeatedly kissing them all over the warm, soft skin.

Ivis glared at the woman intensely for several seconds. “That’s what I thought.” Shoving the small lady away with her huge fingers, she lowered the man away from her face.

The lady in the green dress fell back to her knees, “Oh God, thank you! Thank you!”

“Still,” with her free hand she grabbed the lower body of the little man she was holding, “I can’t allow you to talk to me like that!” With that, she pulled—ripping the screaming man apart in her hands.

He wailed in agony, his bloody entrails splashing down into the crowd below. The people below started screaming as they were showered in hot steaming gore from above. The eyes of the woman in the green dress widened, her dark eyes bulging in disbelief and shock.

Ivis dropped the pieces of the body in front of her, “There’s your lesson.”

“Noooo!” Grasping at the remains of her husband in front of her, she began wailing uncontrollably, collapsing on top of the mangled corpse. The crowd around her retreated as far as the two mountainous bodies around them allowed.

Ivis was unfazed. “Now, I am sorry, young lady, but me and my daughter are trying to enjoy a fine dining experience here,” she gestured towards Vera, “If you can not keep your voice down, we will have to remove you from the establishment.” 

No response, just weeping.

Ivis was looking at the crowd below her with an expression that said you heard me, I warned her! An expression Vera was all too familiar with.

The wailing continued.

Ivis reached out with her hand towards the lady in green. The crowd, again, pulled back as far as possible in anxious anticipation. Some were turning away, or covering their eyes. But the anticipated violence didn’t manifest.

The giantess simply grabbed the woman’s leg and gently pulled her up. Clawing and grabbing she tried to keep hold on the mutilated corpse in front of her—blood soaked arms wildly flailing. Without a word, Ivis swung her arm around and gingerly placed the woman on the verge of fainting into the alley behind the conservatory.

“Someone wipe that up!” She nodded towards the gory mess on the floor.

People immediately started scurrying around.

“That was dark, Mom.” Vera was taken aback. She liked being mischievous, but that was cruel, even for her taste. Does mom have a sadistic side, she wondered?

“Sometimes you have to put them in their place, honey.” Ivis said matter of factly. “Especially if they don’t respect you!” She looked down at the crowd in front of her. “Does anyone else have something to say?”

Silence.

“Right.” Ivis picked up the unconscious woman and unceremoniously dropped her outside into the parking lot.

The doors swung open and the waiters returned with several cartloads of food and alcohol. “Let’s eat!” Ivis exclaimed, a smile returning to her face.

———

Georg was sweating. He was standing on this giant girl’s hand, trying his best not to fall off. With his left hand he held onto the huge golden ring wrapping around the giant’s middle finger, with his right hand he picked up food from the very palm he was standing on. Grabbing a plate with roasted duck, he took a few seconds taking in the smell of the dish. Then, not trying to think too much about it, he threw the plate into the gaping maw of the teenage giant next to him.

Looking to his right, a young woman was trying to do the same. Her face covered in tears, she was quietly sobbing through the whole ordeal. She fell to her knees. The third time she had tripped over her long evening dress, Georg thought. On her knees she picked up a plate with salad and tried to throw, but missed. Georg’s eyes darted over to the giant face to his left.

“Hey! Watch it!” Vera looked down onto her top. With her left hand she wiped off the salad bits covering her left breast. “How would you like it, if I messed up your stuff?” She squinted at the tiny woman in her hand.

Across her, Ivis was trying to enjoy the wine.

Three people were gathered around the huge wooden wine barrel she held in her hand, trying to figure out how to open it properly.

“Oh come on, people! How hard can this be?” Ivis asked, slightly annoyed.

“We’re trying, Madam!” The people became anxious. One of them tried kicking the barrel, with little success.

“I’ll give you 30 more seconds, or I’ll do it myself!” Ivis sighed. “How are you enjoying your dinner, sweety?” She looked over to Vera.

“It’s nice! But one of my Austrians is not pulling her weight,” Vera gave the sobbing girl the side eye, “maybe she rather wants to be part of my foot team?” She looked down to her feet, where four people were doing their best to massage the pair of giant feet in front of them. Vera wriggled her toes. “They, however, are doing a fine job!” The giant teenager beamed.

The girl in the long dress doubled her efforts, feeding the giantess.

Ivis focused back onto the people in her hand. “How are we doing?”

“Sorry, we didn’t manage to… if we only had…” one of the tinies started rambling.

Ivis just rolled her eyes, “You really are useless!” With a quick motion, she closed her fist. Moving her hand above her open mouth, she crushed both the barrel as well as the men in her enormous fist. “Mmm, Cuvée!” She smiled with her mouth full of red liquid, before audibly swallowing.

Vera laughed, grabbing her own barrel with her free hand and crushing it over her open mouth.

Georg looked in awe as the giantess effortlessly crushed the huge wooden barrel high above their heads, its liquid pouring out like a waterfall into her open mouth. He looked over to his right where the sobbing girl was standing in a mist of wine, mesmerized by the spectacle above her. Finally snapping out of it, she turned around to continue with her work when her ballroom shoes slipped on the moist skin she was standing on. Shrieking, she tried to catch herself by sidestepping, but instead she stepped right onto her own dress. With an audible thud the woman hit the slippery palm. Georg yelled, dropping the plate he was holding. But before he could help her, the hand they were standing on started tilting.

“Woops, is someone a little drunk?” Vera laughed as she noticed the tiny woman in her hand falling over. She started raising and tilting her hand, causing the girl to slip over the edge of the palm. Dangling from the giant hand, the little woman screamed from the top of her lungs. The other guy in her hand was clinging to the ring on her middle finger, trying to avoid falling off as best he could.

Amused, Vera slowly lowered the hanging woman towards her open mouth. While the people watching the scene knew what was coming next, the sobbing girl was so busy trying to get back onto the hand that she didn’t even notice where she was heading, right until her flailing feet brushed the giant’s teeth. Glancing down her panic level spiked. “Oh Gott! Nein, bitte nicht!” she started screaming, her voice almost giving out. Lower and lower she went, when the enormous tongue extended upwards. She was halfway inside the teenager’s mouth when the giant’s tongue started dragging her off the edge and back into the mouth.

“Nein, Hilfe!” she screamed, losing her grip on the giant hand before her. To avoid falling, she grabbed onto the tongue, clasping it as if it was a big fleshy tree she was climbing. Her panicked cries were drowned out by the giantess’ laughter.

Vera giggled when she felt the tiny woman in her mouth. She started curling back the tongue together with its little passenger, grinning in anticipation.

Georg was still hanging off the giant ring—he couldn’t tear away his gaze from the grotesque scene before him. The sobbing girl had started screaming her head off as she was slowly dragged into the giant maw, her panicking eyes darting around in search for rescue. Then, as her head moved past the giant’s teeth, she suddenly fell silent. She looked up and stared Georg directly into his eyes—her own eyes wide in disbelief and shock. The huge lips closed, sealing the girl's fate. 

Vera, humming joyfully, rolled her little morsel around in her mouth, coating her in saliva. Then, without fanfare, she just swallowed the tiny woman whole. Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of a living human being sliding down her throat into her stomach. 

The giant teenager smacked her lips, “Ah, I could go for seconds!” She had a huge smile on her face.

———

Ivis was looking at her watch, “Alright we have to go, honey, or we’ll be late to the opera!” She put down the tiny waiter she had cleaning her teeth, who immediately retreated into the corner farthest away from the two giant women.

Brushing off debris and food bits from her chest, Ivis then rose, extending a hand to help her daughter get up. Vera grabbed her mother’s hand but forgot about her tiny passenger hanging onto her ring. He was smushed into paste in between the two giant’s hands.

“Oops, sorry!” Vera exclaimed. Her mother, wiping off the bloody remains on the remaining plants in the conservatory, shook her head.

“Don’t worry sweety!”

They both stepped back into the park outside. Turning around, Ivis addressed the remaining survivors who gathered in the middle of the ruined structure.

“Thank you, we had a wonderful evening! The ‘specialties’ were delicious, my compliments to the chef!” She looked at the two waiters directly. “Service was a little slow, but that is ok—considering how full the restaurant was.” She glanced over to her daughter, wiping off debris and gore from her large butt. “So again, thank you for the lovely dinner!”

Turning around, she noticed the demolished glass cupola she and Vera had ripped off the building at her feet. “Oh, I believe this is yours?” Ivis bent down, picking up the large metal and glass structure. “There you go!” She dropped the whole thing back into the ruined conservatory. 

Vera chuckled. The two giantesses turned around and headed out.