She leaned closer and her face came into full view, with her flawless skin and dazzling eyes. 

Surrounded by the curtain of her hair, Axel found himself enveloped in darkness. The enormity of Jazmin's presence was overwhelming, and her words only deepened the despair he felt.

"You know, to this day, I don't know why we Titans even need you little supporters anyway," she mused from her lofty position. Her voice carried a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Quite honestly, you little people don't even realize how insignificant you truly are." Jazmin said as her finger suddenly lifted off his body, and she leaned back, leaving him completely vulnerable.

Jazmin's words cut through Axel's defiance like a sharp blade. Her smile exuded arrogance as she raised her thumb, emphasizing her unfathomable power.

"The sheer weight of even one of my fingers could end you a hundred times over," she declared with a cocky certainty. "If I were to spit on you, you would drown in it," she continued, her tone dripping with condescension. "Heck, even a single strand of my hair would be enough to strangle you," she added, driving home the vast gap in their stature. "You are not my equal."

Axel felt the weight of his insignificance pressing down on him, overwhelmed by the absolute dominance of the Titans.

Jazmin with a look of disgust as she gazed down upon the frail and insignificant figure brought her index finger closer to Axels body, a finger held back by her thumb.

"I guess it's not your fault. It's not like you can help it." She shook her head and gave a sigh, her long hair waving gently. "You are an ant after all."

A single flick of her wrist and Axel went flying off the bed, crashing to the floor. Jazmin rose to her full height, towering over the crumpled form of Axel.

"Pathetic." Jazmin said as with chilling nonchalance, Jazmin slowly raised her bare foot, positioning it menacingly above Axel's diminutive form. Her colossal toes cast a long shadow over him, and Axel's heart raced as he stared up at the gargantuan foot.

Without a second thought, she brought her foot down, and Axel felt the immense pressure as her foot pressed him into the carpet below, grinding him into the floor. The air was forced from his lungs, and the sound of his bones cracking filled the room.

The weight of Jazmin's foot was unbearable, and Axel struggled to stay conscious.

Jazmin's own emotions swirled within her, her heart racing as she gazed down at her foot that had completely overwhelmed Axel. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and body, an unfamiliar sensation she usually didn't experience.

As Axel's insignificant struggles could barely be felt beneath her immense foot, she could feel her own muscles tensing, ones she had always suppressed when dealing with someone a small. A primal surge coursed through her, a sensation reserved for moments of overpowering the weak. 

She loved the feeling of dominating her foes, and her heartbeat grew faster as her arousal swelled.

Jazmin's mind drifted as she imagined crushing the life out of him. The satisfying sensation of his bones crunching under her heel and the look of fear and panic in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, basking in the moment as she relished the feeling of her foot flattening him into the carpet.

Her mind filled with dark thoughts as she imagined a myriad of ways to break him. She pictured the sounds of his screams as she ground him into dust. Her heart pounded and her breath quickened as she envisioned his helpless struggles and the feeling of his life slipping away.

She was aroused by the power she held over him, and her body trembled with anticipation as she imagined his inevitable demise. She felt herself losing control, and she was drunk with the thought of killing him.

Axel felt like the entire world's weight was attempting to smother him in an endless expanse of moist flesh, rendering him utterly immobile.

This was who they where, these beings, the Titans, every Small knew they were a force to be reckoned with. Titans were born with an insatiable appetite for battle. Their knuckles could shatter mountains, their muscle fibers could crush diamond, their breath could create hurricanes. These colossal beings, standing miles tall, were nothing less than natural calamities, barbarians wielding unimaginable power.

Nothing good could come from getting too close to a Titan, Axel knew that and yet his life had been tragically intertwined with Jazmin's, the most notorious bully in the entire school, a collision of fates that had brought nothing but suffering.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The unexpected interruption brought Jazmin's attention to her bedroom door, which creaked open slowly. The voice of her mother, Iris, filled the room.

"Jazmin, are you ready for training?" Iris inquired, fully opening the door and stepping into the room. Her presence, in stark contrast to her daughter's colossal stature, carried an air of authority.

The room was silent, save for the sound of Jazmin's foot sliding along the floor, leaving a deep impression in the carpet. She shifted her weight, pressing Axel further into the floor, his tiny body writhing beneath her.

Jazmin was caught off guard by her mother's sudden intrusion and the reminder of their training.

"Training?" Jazmin stammered, her voice revealing her surprise.

"Yes, training. Don't tell me you forgot to spar with me today," Iris replied, disappointment clear in her tone.

"Uh... Yeah, I guess today's the day," Jazmin admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Indeed it is, and I can't wait!" Iris exclaimed, her excitement evident as she cracked her knuckles.

Jazmin forced an awkward laugh and scratched her head, her smile twisted. "Y-yeah, me too," she replied hesitantly.

Iris, sensing her daughter's discomfort, began to focus her senses. It was then that she detected a strange but familiar scent. Her eyes turned downward to Jazmin's legs, where she saw liquid sliding down.

Jazmin could see the determination in her mother's eyes, and a sense of dread washed over her. She knew her secret was exposed, and she couldn't help but think, "Oh crap."

Iris continued to focus her senses, now detecting an unfamiliar, manly scent in the room. Her demand was direct and stern.

"Give him to me," Iris repeated, extending her right hand.

Confused, Jazmin asked, "What?"

"Give me the man you have stashed away in your room," her mother insisted.

Jazmin, fully aware of what Iris was referring to, slowly lifted her foot off of Axel, who gasped for air as he was released from her immense pressure. Iris looked down at the tiny boy who had nearly been melded with the carpet, her concern evident.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently, her voice filled with soothing reassurance as she bent down to check on him.

Axel, his voice strained, replied, "Yes, I'm fine." 

He coughed and wiped the sweat from his brow, still trying to recover from the ordeal.

Iris extended her hand toward the ground, palm up, and urged Axel, "Please, let me help you."

Axel, still shaken from his recent ordeal, cautiously backed away from the giant hand reaching down towards him. His fear was palpable, but Iris continued to wear a warm and reassuring smile, her patience unwavering as she waited for him to trust her enough to accept her assistance.

"Please," Iris pleaded softly.

Her kindness was contagious, and Axel found himself slowly being drawn to her. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to step closer to her waiting hand. Her fingers dwarfed him, but Iris was careful not to move as she patiently waited for him to climb up into her waiting palm.

Axel wasn't entirely sure if he should trust her, but curiosity began to outweigh his fear. Axel cautiously approached Iris's extended hand, his hesitance evident in every tentative step.

Axel with trembling hands, reached out and clung to the colossal lines that formed Iris's fingerprints and began to climb which was a challenge, his body aching from the previous ordeal, but determination drove him on. Slowly but surely, he made his way to the top of Iris's fingers, limping toward her warm and massive palm.

As Iris slowly and carefully lifted him up, she brought him closer to her face still holding her smile.

Axel couldn't help but stare into her beautiful, brown eyes, which were filled with compassion and kindness.

As Axel perched on Iris's hand, he found himself questioning if this truly was Jazmin's mother, amazed at the vast difference in their demeanor.

"You've been through a lot," Iris said, her voice sending comforting vibrations through Axel's body, a stark contrast to the overwhelming force of Jazmin's words. "But I'm going to have to ask you to wait a few hours before I take you home," she continued, still wearing a kind smile. "I need to have a talk with my daughter," her tone turned dark and unkind as she shifted her gaze toward Jazmin.

Axel followed Iris's gaze and was surprised to see the typically formidable Jazmin appearing so frightened. "Okay," he replied, his voice tinged with a little fear.