In the back of the Prater amusement park, Vera’s eyes widened in awe. In front of her sat the biggest woman she has ever seen. But she wasn’t tall—standing upright, her head would only about reach Vera’s heavy breasts—she was wide. She had to be the fattest woman in the world. And she was naked.

The dark skinned South African smiled at Vera from her reclined position.

“Aweh” the young woman greeted Vera.

“Aweh?” Vera repeated, unsure.

She couldn’t tear her eyes off that giant mountain of human flesh, sitting on full display in front of her. The girl had a wide face, but not fat. Large dark eyes and a wide smile on her voluptuous lips gave her a charming appearance. Voluptuous was the adjective to describe her. She was voluptuous in every way. Her voluptuous black hair hovered around her head like a halo made from fluffy black clouds. Her voluptuous neck was framed by two golden necklaces forming a bright, metallic band on her shoulders. Her wide, soft shoulders led to voluptuous arms that were almost as large as one of Vera’s thighs. The hands though, delicate and almost slender. Long pointed fingernails sat like crowns on each digit. One of her hands rested on top of a set of enormous tits. Vera always hated that word—tits. But there was no other word to describe the two, almost beach ball sized, black orbs, Vera realized. Vera was sure, even she wouldn’t be able to fully reach around those tits, and in the back of her head her mind urged her to try.

And then, of course, there was the voluptuous belly. Belly itself was an understatement. Guts? Jutting out in front of her in two distinct ripples it just sat there. The dark skin was stretched around the vast expanse of her body, almost immaculate and smooth, except for some stretch marks covering her wide hips as well as her thighs. It caused her breasts to droop off to the sides like balloons filled with water.

Her hips were so vast they seemed like continental shelves, spreading out from her waist in a majestic curve that dominated the landscape of her body. The stretch marks there resembled lightning bolts, bright against the deep ebony of her skin. And then there was an ass that could only be described as geological—two massive hemispheres that spread beneath her like twin mountains, dimpled and creased where they met the ground. When she shifted her weight, those colossal cheeks rippled with movement, sending waves across their surface like disturbed water.

“Aweh” The black giantess repeated once more. “Or Howzit, or hi, I guess.” she said in a thick South African accent, still smiling at the blonde woman towering in front of her.

“Uh, yea, hi!” Vera finally managed to respond. Her eyes fixated on the large, dark, puffy areolas in front of her, the two enlarged nipples proudly pointing towards the sky.

“They’re really nice, aren’t they?” The black giantess gently rubbed her thumb-sized nipple, softly squeezing her heavy boob.

Vera was too dumbfounded to respond.

“Don’t worry, I am used to gawking! It’s part of my job, actually. Take it all in bokkie!”

Vera’s face suddenly lit up. “You’re that South African influencer, aren’t you? Traveling the world, eating people from different countries, posting about it, right?”

The super-sized girl laughed.

“Instasnap influencer, SBBW model, and OnlyFreaks queen—for my paying, more mature, audience.” She beamed. “Amahle Bredekamp, or AmaTheDevourer if you want to follow me on social media.”

“I’ve heard you were… big. But this…” Vera gestured towards Amahle’s body. The blonde giantess was still in awe. Amahle visibly enjoyed being at the center of Vera’s attention. “Your father is that super rich entrepreneur, right?”

“Yea. I couldn’t do any of this, otherwise.” To underscore her point, Amahle reached behind her and pulled out a couple of screaming Austrians. Looking at Vera, she unceremoniously shoved the screaming and thrashing mass into her giant maw, before swallowing them alive. Revealing her charming smile once more, she posed for the American girl, both hands showing the peace sign.

“True!” Vera giggled. “When you’re rich…”

“…they let you do it!” Amahle chimed in. The laughing made her enormous breasts and belly jiggle. Her large arms grabbed her guts as if in an effort to contain the mass of flesh. Futile, Vera thought.

“No, but seriously, I always thought South Africans were way smaller?”

Amahle nodded. “That’s also thanks to my dad. Bought himself and my mother the American citizenship and flew her in to give birth in the States.” Amahle shifted her massive body while Vera crouched down to be closer to her conversation partner.

“Yea, rich people do that all the time, true.3 But you grew up in South Africa, right?”

“I grew up in California until I was 16. Then I moved back to Cape Town, permanently.”

“And your accent?” Vera raised a brow.

Amahle winked at her, “All fake, babe. Something for my viewers.” With a swift motion she lobbed two more tiny people in the air, trying to catch them in her hungry jaws like peanuts. One tiny man hit her upper incisors, tumbling into the dark abyss like a bag of rice, vanishing with a reflexive gulp from the giant woman. The other tiny person, a blonde woman, bounced off the full dark lips. Several meters further down, the tiny figure impacted with the enormous soft boob below her. Still conscious, she shrieked while she slid all the way down into the dark and moist cleavage. Amahle’s smile turned into a frown. She lazily grabbed her right tit, lifting the massive orb from underneath. The small Austrian wriggling around on her enormous belly had just regained her orientation when she noticed the shadow swallowing her. Her tiny screams vanished when Amahle placed her boob back on top of her belly, erasing the little woman from existence.

“Don’t waste food!” Vera giggled.

Amahle grinned, “Don’t worry, there is plenty to go around.” The black goddess gestured towards the large building covered partially by her magnificent ass. Emerging from underneath her gigantic behind was a rather large beer garden, filled with numerous chestnut trees, beer benches and tables, and—more importantly—hundreds and hundreds of patrons of various size.

“It's called Swiss Beer Garden. A rather famous touristy place for beer, Pretzel and Schnitzel. On the definite must-visit list for every visitor to Vienna! Established in 1923 by a rich Swiss investor.”

“Wow, you seem to know a lot about this place!” Vera quickly interrupted her before she could transition into a full-length history lesson.

Amahle grinned at her again with wide eyes. “I provide top quality content for my viewers!” She beamed proudly. “I am not just exceptionally good looking, sexy, and charming, I am also smart and thorough.” She placed her hand under her chin in a thoughtful pose.

Vera nodded, “I can see that.”

“I am way more than just some big girl that loves mulching down on thousands of tiny foreign people for fun!” Her face turns stern. “I also do it for the views!”

The girls burst out in laughter together, Vera grabbing Amahle’s shoulder to steady herself. The giant blonde sat down, crushing half of a small Safari ride for kids beneath her ass.

She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “You do this on your own?” she asked, when she finally caught her breath again.

“Nah, I couldn’t. My producer slash boy toy Thabo handles the camera stuff and all that boring work. How about you, why are you here?”

“Ugh.” Vera rolled her eyes. “My mom took me with her to visit Europe. She’s over there somewhere, playing with her new friend…” Vera turned around scanning the area for the two giants, spotting them off in the distance between the roller coasters.

Amahle’s eyes followed her gaze but the view from her sitting position was obstructed by the carnival attractions. “Ah, that’s what all that commotion and moaning is about.” She grinned her cute wide grin again.

Vera chuckled, “the moaning, the groaning, some howling, some screaming, lots of wanton murder and destruction.”

“Sounds like a good old time!” Amahle laughed.

As if on cue, a loud “fuck, yess!” echoed across the distance, accompanied by rumbling and a booming sound.

“A great old time!” Amahle corrected herself.

Vera, blushing from her mother’s noises, looked at the African giantess before bursting into laughter. Amahle joined in.

———

“I am back, liefie! Took a while, a couple of the neighbors were upset about where I stashed our bags and stuff. Weren’t happy about our things blocking their driveway, crushing the dog or something. Had to deal with them. Set things straight!”

Thabo wandered around the corner of some funhouse attraction, with several bags in hand and a backpack slung around one shoulder.

“Oha, what’s that?” He spotted the two girls sitting Indian style next to the Swiss Beer Garden chatting and laughing

“There he is! My little man, Thabo!” Amahle waved him over. “This is my new friend Vera, from New York!”

Vera shifted onto her knees to greet the approaching man. He was considerably smaller than her, reaching maybe up to her thighs, but was well built. He could have passed as an underwear model Vera thought, except—just as Amahle—he didn’t wear any underwear—or any other clothes for that matter. She tried her best to not stare at the swinging appendage between his legs, but it proved rather difficult. At the tender age of eighteen Vera didn’t have much experience with different dick sizes—most of it theoretical, based on conversations with friends, or some internet research—but she felt confident in declaring this quite the hog. She forced her focus to his face. He was good looking, she thought. Straight cut jaw line, well defined eyebrows, a winning smile. He was definitely a player.

“Hi!” Vera wheezed. She cleared her throat and tried again, “Hi, I’m Vera!” stretching out her hand, blushing.

Thabo smiled, dropped the bags and reached for her large hand. His hand was still tiny compared to hers and vanished completely in her palm.

“Nice meeting you, mooi!”

“He means, gorgeous.” Amahle translated while caressing Thabo’s short cut afro.

Vera turned even redder, “Thanks!”

With a satisfied groan Amahle leaned back, pushing out her enormous guts—her tits sliding off to either side like two chocolate brown buoys drifting apart in the current. “Alright, how do you want me?”

———

“Aaaand go!” Thabo directed his giant model from behind the camera. He pressed the record button and stepped back from the tripod.

“Howzit, chommies!” Amahle flashed her brightest smile at the camera. “Thank you all for joining me today, on my AmaTheDevourer World Tour! Today I am in Vienna, Austria, at the world-famous Swiss Beer Garden, where I will try all the delicious specialties on offer!” She gestures towards the cowering crowd before her.

Vera had helped Amahle and Thabo to turn the beer garden into a makeshift prison, making sure the hundreds of patrons stayed in place for the show. She was also collecting more of them from the surrounding area.

“On the menu we have: Austrian” she picked up a tiny man from the crowd with one hand, displaying his thrashing figure to the camera before dropping him back into the crowd. “Italian” Another man got picked up. “Czech” A brunette woman.

Vera realized that all that was made up—it was all just for show.

“And finally Hungarian!”—the overweight man made a crunching sound when impacting with the ground, he must have broken something. “And let me tell you, chommies, I am hungary today!” She winked at the camera. Vera chuckled.

The giant influencer shot several more intro clips before moving on.

“Alright. Ready for the close ups!” Thabo had rearranged the camera setup. Vera stretched her neck to peek at the little camera display in front of her, stealing a peak of Thabo’s tight butt.

Stepping back from the camera, Thabo noticed Vera’s attempt at watching the scene on the small display. He walked over to the pile of equipment and picked up a large phone. It was almost as big as his whole torso. Slightly grunting, he carried the device over to Vera.

“Here,” while unlocking the phone and setting it up “you can watch on the remote display. It’s Ama’s production phone. We use it for selfies, when Ama needs to see what I’m filming. No worries, nothing you can mess up!”

Vera takes the phone. “Thanks!” That was way better.

“Aaaaand go!”

“Let’s start the feast!” Amahle grinned towards the camera lifting up her first victim.

The camera was looking up from a low angle, covering her huge belly as well as the one giant boob resting on top, slightly obscuring her chin. Opening her mouth, she lifted a small man towards her mouth.

Amahle's tongue flicked over her lips, dripping with anticipation. The small man was begging for his life, his voice raw and broken with tears, but she remained utterly indifferent. With deliberate slowness, she lowered him toward her mouth, savoring his terror. Her lips closed around him, encasing all but a single arm within her voluptuous embrace. She let out a deep, primal moan as she sucked at the tiny, writhing morsel trapped inside. The air was filled with the grotesque sounds of messy crunching noises, mingling with the man's muffled, desperate screams echoing from the depths of her maw.

Thabo, intently looking at Ama, patted his right chest. Ama, noticing but not visibly acknowledging it, brought her hand up to her right tit, tenderly caressing the areola and semi-erect nipple. She squeezed gently before setting the boob a little more to the side, revealing her lower face fully for the camera. Thabo, satisfied, nodded.

She was a pro, Vera thought.  

Amahle swallowed audibly, the bulge visibly wandering down her throat. Her slender fingers pulled out the separated arm from between her lips. Opening her mouth wide, she dropped the appendage in, swallowing it as well. 

“Mmmhm!” The dark giantess stuck her tongue out, presenting her empty mouth to the camera. “I liked the crunchy flavor! The meat was tender and juicy, not too much fat!” 

Her hand gently patting her gigantic belly, caressing the deep rolls of fat. 

“Now, if you like more lean and healthy dishes, I recommend western Austrian people. They are free range, living in the Alps, you know, spending their time outdoors in the mountains and valleys, resulting in that sweet and tender meat that tastes just sooo good!” 

Ama put all her emphasis on that last part. 

“As always, remember, the younger they are, the more tender the meat!” 

She reached down into the crowd again. 

“However, if you prefer your dinner a little more on the greasy side…” 

She brought her hand up to the camera. The next snack was a fat, blond haired woman. She was taller than the others. Maybe German or French? Ama dangled her above her open maw, held aloft by the fingers pinching her left arm. Thabo zoomed in. Her long tongue extended from her mouth like a large tentacle reaching from the abyss. The fleshy muscle was crawling up the tiny’s thrashing thighs. The blonde woman's shrieks intensified as Amahle's tongue slithered up her body, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Ama let go, eliciting a gargled scream as she was dropped into the cavernous mouth. Amahle's lips closed around her, cheeks bulging as she worked the morsel around.  

After a few moments of exaggerated chewing, Amahle tilted her head back and swallowed forcefully. Her throat bulged obscenely as the remains slid down, disappearing into the depths of her voluminous body. Amahle let out a satisfied "Mmm" and licked her lips, a devilish glint in her eyes. 

“… you go for the continental tourists!” She finished her sentence.

———

Hungrily and with increasing enthusiasm, Amahle devoured the helpless patrons of the Swiss Beer Garden, delighting in the chaos she unleashed. Each person was nothing more than a fleeting thrill to her, a mere moment of delicious terror captured for her audience.

She plucked another victim from the panicked crowd, dangling her high above, savoring the woman's frantic pleading before tossing her in and biting down hard. Tears and cries mingled with the horrific crunch as Amahle’s massive jaws mutilated the woman, reducing her to nothing more than a bloody paste. Her lips parted only to reveal a vicious display of sharp teeth, stained and dripping with fresh crimson, as she laughed and picked out her next victim. A tiny man was seized from the throng and met a particularly grisly fate. Amahle’s incisors tore his body apart, ripping him in half and sending his innards showering down like macabre confetti onto those below. Her appetite remained unquenched as she snatched up more people, swallowing some whole, their wriggling forms visibly bulging as they traveled down her throat. Others she methodically dismantled, ripping off limbs with gleeful cruelty.

A particularly annoying woman caught Amahle's attention, her high-pitched wails cutting through the noise. Annoyed by her persistence, Amahle grabbed her head as well as her torso, pulling the body apart with steady ease until a sickening pop sounded, abruptly silencing the cries. The headless body was tossed into her mouth, while she flicked the severed head into the distance.

“It is very rude to interrupt people during their meal!” The black giantess added, after swallowing.

Her pace quickened as she became bolder and more frenzied, the gruesome spectacle escalating with each mouthful. Sheer delight shone in her eyes as her hand returned to the trembling masses, her fingers slick with blood and saliva. Amahle picked through the dwindling crowd, her booming laughter resonating like thunder over those who remained. Some were crushed instantly between her powerful molars; their bodies reduced to splatters of viscera with a single bite. Others met slower, more agonizing ends, their screams lingering as their lives were brutally snuffed out. Amahle's body swayed with exaggerated chewing motions, her immense frame shaking with laughter.

The giant woman performed an experiment to see how many people she could fit in her gaping maw at once, forcefully biting down multiple times to make room for more victims. Blood and body parts sprayed out of her mouth as she chomped down with all her might, creating a gruesome spectacle that coated the camera lens with a fine red mist. As more bodies were crammed into her thirsting jaws, her cheeks ballooned out impossibly large, making her look even more ravenous. Amahle laughed around the mess, a low, resonating chuckle that shook the air and filled it with the horror of the scene.

Vera watched with parted lips, clutching the oversized phone, completely absorbed by the spectacle unfolding before her. Each bite, each grotesque display of hunger, was masterfully played for the camera, a gruesome performance that was both thrilling and terrifying. Amahle seemed to sense the rhythm of the chaos, pausing only long enough to give her viewers a teasing smile before plucking up more people from the scattered crowd. The red mist that sprayed violently from her mouth faded into droplets on the lens, a rain of terror that captured the madness perfectly.

Thabo, noticing the mess, wiped the camera with his thumb and grinned widely at Amahle, urging her on with playful enthusiasm. He was the perfect partner in her voracious play, and Vera couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the grisly, captivating show they orchestrated. Amahle’s enormous belly shook with each exaggerated chew, her body swaying with both delight and indulgence. At this point she must have eaten hundreds of people

———

“A’ight” Thabo clapped his hands together. “Now let’s do some filler shots and wrap this up!”

With a satisfied groan, Amahle shifted her weight, lying down onto her back so her massive tits slid heavily off both sides of her belly. The giant orbs settled on the ground, squishing the tiny creatures beneath with a wet splat. Several of the pathetic bodies wriggled and squirmed helplessly, slowly suffocating under the weight of her enormous breasts. Amahle laughed, as she was feeling their feeble struggles with amused indifference. Her body stretched out across the beer garden like a living landscape of death. As she turned over, her monumental belly rolled sideways, sweeping over the remaining crowd like an unstoppable avalanche. Trapped beneath the immense expanse, people were crushed instantly, their screams silenced by the masses of fat and flesh. Her giant movements were accompanied by the muffled pops and crunches of obliterating bones.

Vera couldn’t tear her eyes away from Amahle’s massive form. She almost felt pity for the tinies below her. They had survived the voracious massacre only for their lives to be snuffed out by the African’s gigantic body.

Nevertheless, the idea excited Vera.

Amahle shimmied forward, pinning dozens beneath her and smothering them with her weight. Their screams were abruptly cut off, replaced by wet, squelching sounds as they were mashed into the ground. As she felt their bodies give way beneath her she let out an indulgent moan. Amahle's thighs were as merciless as the rest of her. She ground them into the earth, feeling the futile struggles of the tiny victims trapped beneath. Some found themselves wedged in the deep folds and creases of her skin, slowly suffocating in the moist, oppressive darkness. Others were simply flattened, their bodies torn apart by the sheer mass of her gigantic limbs. Vera watched, mesmerized, as Amahle continued the grisly spectacle.

The ground was slick with blood and debris, a red smear spreading out from where Amahle's flesh met the earth. She toyed with the doomed, rolling herself side to side, letting the terrified cries rise and fall as she shifted her weight, before finally settling on her belly with a satisfied sigh.

The giant woman looked up at Vera, flashing a conspiratorial grin. "Squishing them feels almost as good as eating them!" she called out with a playful wink, her body still quivering from the impact.

Her breasts squished out to either side of her, pinning more tiny souls beneath them. Amahle ground her wet crotch into the rubble, feeling the struggling bodies beneath her, the desperate squirming only intensifying her delight.

Vera stared, her eyes wide with fascination and envy, her cheeks flushed with excitement, feeling the heat spread through her body.

Ama moved with slow, deliberate motions, dragging herself across the beer garden and leaving a gruesome path of destruction in her wake. The ground was a slick, crimson testament to her appetite, soaked with the remains of her victims.

Thabo circled Amahle, filming the carnage from every angle, guiding her in her actions.

“Ok, now for the finale!” Thabo clambered on top of the ruined restaurant. He looked around, taking in the chaos and destruction. Watching his towering girlfriend lying before him, her gigantic body spread across the garden, he felt proud of her. Below him was a crowd of cowering survivors, trying to clamber their way out of the ruins.

“Ah yes. How about you take your beautiful boobs and smash ‘em all?” He gestured towards the people below him.

Amahle nodded. “Just, like, on top of them?” She asked.

“Wha’ever feels natural!” Thabo stepped aside and set up the camera. Vera scooted closer.

“And action!”

Amahle pushed herself up, her massive body looming over the cornered survivors. Her wide eyes were alight with mischief as she moved with deliberate care, her enormous breasts swaying and casting shadows over the cowering crowd. The tiny people below were transfixed by the sight, their terror mounting as they realized their fate.

The enormous nipples dipped down, causing the tiny people to duck away. With a theatrical flourish, Amahle dropped her breasts onto the crowd, the immense weight flattening dozens of bodies beneath the soft, jiggling flesh. The impact was a wet, squelching boom, followed by a slow, suffocating silence. The giant woman let out a moan of pure delight, feeling the feeble struggles beneath her. Her soft boob flesh filled out every remaining centimeter of the garden, snuffing out every tiny survivor. Amahle shifted slightly, her enormous tits sliding wetly across the ground, smearing the red remains of the crowd into an indistinct mass.

"Aaaand done!" Thabo called out, clapping his hands in satisfaction. “That was amazing!” The small African clambered on top of the giant breast and planted a big kiss on Amahle’s cheek.

Vera giggled, her cheeks flushed. "I can't believe how good you are at this!"

Amahle winked at her, adjusting her body to a more comfortable position. "It just comes naturally," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. Amahle's body was still quivering from exertion; her enormous form splayed out across the beer garden like a victorious conqueror. Vera couldn’t help but admire her.

"I mean," Vera continued, still holding the massive phone in her hands, "I knew you were famous, but that was seriously impressive!"

Thabo laughed, jumping off Amahle's breast and landing deftly on the blood-soaked ground. "I think you’ve got a fan, Ama!" He started packing up the equipment, his movements efficient and practiced. Vera watched him with some envy. She looked back at Amahle again "So, what's next on the tour?"

“Southeast Asia, Vietnam.”

"That sounds amazing!" Vera shifted her weight, crushing more of the tiny carnival ride beneath her. She was filled with excitement and energy. "What are you going to eat there? Vietnamese?"

Amahle laughed, "Pho, definitely. Banh Mi, probably."

Vera looked puzzled.

"Vietnamese people." Amahle snickered.

Vera laughed, "I’ve heard they are spicy!" She paused, then added, "I wouldn't mind tagging along for that."

"That sounds like a great idea," Amahle said, "But you must learn how to squish them first before I let you in front of that camera!" She poked Vera's side, teasing the young blonde.

Vera giggled, "I have some practice!"

———

The two giant women lay comfortably in green grass of the Prater Park not far from the destroyed amusement park, the sun was slowly rising. They lazily sprawled out on the ground, like two giant lionesses resting after a particularly satisfying hunt. Amahle’s body glistening in the early sunshine—she had washed the blood and gore off in one of the many fountains. Thabo was off, returning the equipment, leaving the two girls to their own.

Vera had never seen another woman like Amahle. She was just so... much! She’s charismatic, confident… Vera could just not believe the spectacle she had just witnessed. She saw videos of the South African influencer online, so she knew what to expect. But it was something completely different to see it live. She admired how Amahle didn't just own her size but made it her entire identity. Her carefree attitude, her brutality, her ability to laugh about the darkest things was inspiring to Vera. While watching the African giantess ruthlessly devour and squish the tiny people, she imagined what it would be like to travel the world, to be free from her mother, to do whatever she wanted.

"So, you said your mother likes destruction and murder. And moaning?" Amahle asked, stretching her massive limbs in front of her, deliberately brushing Vera's side with her gigantic tits.

Vera chuckled. "Yea, she’s into herself a little too much, I guess."

"Runs in the family?" Amahle laughed.

Vera's voice turned serious, "I don't know."

The black giantess picked up on it. "Let me guess, she’s a little overbearing?"

Vera nodded. "Ever since the divorce she keeps hovering over me, all the time.” Vera’s smile faded. “She took us all the way over here,” Vera said, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and resignation, “to get away from all her problems at home.” She paused, feeling the weight of her words. “I guess she needed a change of scenery, going to Europe.” Amahle nodded, listening intently as Vera continued. “And of course," Vera added with a sigh, "she couldn’t leave me out of it, had to tug me along.”

"But sometimes," Amahle continued, "you just want to do your own thing, eh?" Amahle's eyes met Vera's with a knowing look.

"Yes!" Vera's face lit up. "That's it, exactly." Her voice brimmed with determination. "I love her and all, but I want to be my own person." Vera paused, the thought of freedom igniting something fierce inside her. "Like you. Just doing what I want, when I want."

Amahle laughed, the sound like a deep, resonating drum. "Your own world tour!" she said, nudging Vera playfully with her enormous thigh. "Ama the Devourer and her protégé, traveling the globe, making a massive mess."

Vera giggled, her spirits lifted by the thought. She leaned back on her hands, her body relaxed and content. "I’d really like that," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Girl, you just say the word," Amahle replied, her tone both teasing and sincere. "We can make it happen." She moved closer to Vera, her presence both comforting and commanding. The two giantesses lay side by side, the grass beneath them a weak cushion for their titanic forms.

Vera looked up at the sky, imagining the possibilities. "I have a feeling this trip to Europe is going to be different than all the others," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

Amahle smiled. "I like you, Vera."

Vera returned the smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Amahle asked.

“What?” Vera blushed. “I, I had…” She gulped. “No.” She forced the word out of her coarse throat.

"That's cute," Amahle said, "Because I was thinking about us two, here.” Her massive fingers traced up Vera's side, sending a shiver through the young blonde's body. “Right now."

Vera's breath caught in her throat. She stared at Amahle, wide-eyed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. The touch was firm yet gentle, commanding yet inviting. "I, uh..." She hesitated, the words stumbling over each other. "I’ve never..."

"Neither have I," Amahle admitted with a playful grin.

Amahle turned her body towards Vera, her heavy right boob sliding onto the blonde’s stomach.

Vera swallowed as she stared at the giant soft orb before her. She slowly reached out, her hand trembling and sweaty. Amahle watched her with a bemused smile.

“But what about Thabo?”

Ama smiled, “Don’t worry about him. My little Thabo is not the jealous type.”

Vera hesitated—her eyes were still fixated at the large, fleshy mountain resting on her stomach. It felt smooth and warm. Inviting. The American slowly reached out, then let her fingers sink into the smooth, dark flesh. The softness engulfed her hand, and a thrill shot through her entire body. She squeezed gently, feeling the massive weight and warmth. Amahle let out a low, approving moan, her breath whispering over Vera's skin. The sound sent shivers through Vera. Her heart raced, her body tingled. She leaned in towards Ama, her face brushing against the warmth of African’s skin, her lips tentative and trembling. "I think... I like you too," Vera whispered, her voice a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She glanced down, her blue eyes meeting Amahle's deep, inviting gaze. For a moment, everything else faded away as Vera closed her eyes and moved in for a kiss.

Amahle’s lips were soft and warm, impossibly plush. Vera had expected something rough, intimidating, perhaps overwhelming, but instead there was this gentle, yielding pressure, a slow burn of warmth melting across her own trembling lips.

Vera pressed herself against the older girl, feeling the full weight of Amahle's massive tits on her chest, feeling the warmth radiate through her body. Letting herself fall back, she pulled Ama on top of her.

Amahle needed no further encouragement. She grinned, a slow, hungry smile, and rolled onto Vera with the easy momentum of a landslide. The world compressed beneath their kiss: the soil groaned, tiny trees snapped, clumps of earth squished outward from under them, as the two caressed each other’s bodies.

It seemed like hours had passed by when Thabo’s voice yanked them out of their bliss.

“Ah, sorry to disturb you ladies, but we’ve got company!” The African man came running from the trees.

Vera turned red immediately from embarrassment, Amahle’s mood, however, instantly turned to sinister.

“What company?” The massive black girl slowly pushed herself up to her full height, her fat shifting and jiggling.

Vera sensed something was amiss and jumped up as well.

Thabo stepped up, breathing heavily. “It’s the authorities.”

Amahle was not impressed. “So? We have immunity, we’ll talk to them.”

Thabo shook his head. “I think they mean business. They’ve sent the army.”

Vera turned nervous. “Sh… should we get my mom?”

Amahle shook her head. “Vera, this is your chance to be your own person.”

Vera nodded slowly.

Amahle took charge. "Let's see what they want," her voice tinged with defiance.

They moved across the park, a conspicuous presence, the ground shaking beneath their weight, trees vanished under their steps. The distant rumble of engines grew louder, and as they reached the edge of the tree line, Vera saw them: tanks, rows of them, and military trucks filled with soldiers. The Austrian army was here, and they were ready.

Amahle waved, acting as if they were old friends. "Hello, little guys!" she called, her voice booming over the engines. "We were just finishing up a nice picnic. Something we can help you with?"

Amahle and Thabo were still completely naked and therefore even more intimidating.

The tanks came to a halt, and a megaphone-voiced soldier shouted back, his tone stern. "This is the Greater Austrian Military! You are under arrest for the destruction of the Vienna Opera House, the Prater, several dozen buildings, the National Library and the murder of thousands of citizens! Surrender immediately!"

Amahle laughed, a deep, resonating sound that echoed across the field. "Arrest us? Do you know who I am? I have diplomatic immunity!"

Vera watched with a mix of fear and excitement. The soldiers seemed unfazed by Amahle's confidence. They were here with a mission, and they had no intention of backing down.

"You are to be arrested; these are our orders" the soldier called again. "This is your final warning. Surrender now, or we will use force!"

Amahle’s expression turned sour. She took a step forward. “What do you mean ‘arrested’? We have rights, you know? You can’t just ar­–”

“NOT A STEP FURTHER!” The voice yelled, surprising even Amahle. She stopped in her tracks.

The situation was tense.

Vera stepped forward, swallowing her fears. "We are American citizens; you can't treat us like that!" Her voice rang with newfound authority. She posed with confidence, mimicking what her mother would do. Amahle looked at her with surprise, then approval.

"You're making a big mistake," Vera continued, her tone firm and unyielding. "If you so much as touch us, you’ll have to deal with the U.S. government. And trust me, you do not want that!" She crossed her arms, a defiant figure looming over the miniature army.

The soldiers hesitated, uncertainty sweeping through their ranks. The tanks remained poised, engines idling, but the threat seemed to waver.

Amahle's smile returned, wide and cunning. "You heard the girl," she said, her voice dripping with daring. "What’s it gonna be?" She stepped forward with Vera, their colossal shadows swallowing the tiny soldiers.

In the distance several explosions could be heard. Vera looked up to locate the sounds. They happened somewhere far away.

“Your immunity has been officially rescinded. By order of the Austrian government, we are to bring you in.” The metallic voice informed them.

"What?" Vera exclaimed in shock. “No, this must be a mistake…” she took a step forward, “you can not–” a high caliber shot rang out, an explosion hitting her in the stomach.

Vera's eyes widened in disbelief. She clutched her side, feeling the sting of the wound. The explosion didn't pierce her skin but left a stinging sensation that quickly turned into a burning fury inside her.

“We’ve got to go!” Amahle yelled, grabbing Vera’s arm.

“Shit!” the blonde giantess spat. “They really mean business.” She stumbled at first, but Amahle held her steady.

“Vera! Come on!”

The tanks’ engines roared to life, and the first volley of shots rang out, a deafening chorus of explosions. The shells whistled through the air, homing in on the fleeing giants.

“Thabo!” Amahle shouted. “Let’s go!”

Thabo waved, already on the run. “Right behind you!” His athletic form dodged through the trees, his voice carrying back to them.

Vera felt another sting as a grenade grazed her leg. She winced but didn’t slow down. Her thoughts raced.

The giant women crashed through the park, their massive bodies tearing through trees and flattening playgrounds. They barely made it across the street when the next barrage hit, the military relentless in their pursuit.

“We’ve got to find my mom!” Vera yelled as they ducked into the streets and alleys of Vienna.