Holt Tower was the largest building in the city, and the largest structure ever raised by Puniekind. Standing at just under three inches— eight centimeters— it dominated the Tideside skyline, the next-tallest structure barely reaching two-thirds of its height. Every day, hundreds of people milled in and out Holt, doing their jobs, taking tours, or merely to gape at the city from the tallest height accessible to the average citizen. It was a destination for many, but for Oliver especially.

Somewhere in that enormous structure, his girlfriend Desiree was hard at work. Saturday had always been the day they’d spent together, but her boss had “requested” she come in to work. No matter; the couple could still have a few moments together. Oliver clutched the bag of lunch he’d made for her to his chest. Unchecked shoulders and wayward elbows from the bustling crowd around him had nearly torn it from his grasp more than once already, and he was determined not to lose such a priceless gift.

As he neared Holt Tower, Oliver decided he should finally reveal his surprise. While one hand held the bag snug, the other pulled his phone from his pocket. His fingers navigated to the name “Desiree <3” on muscle memory alone, and a moment later he was listening to the digital bell calling up his lady-love.

“Hello?” her sweet voice answered.

“Hey!”

“Hey!”

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing much...” Her voice dipped low; “Boss is being a dickhole… But otherwise I’m hanging in there! What about you? What are you up to? You sound like you’re out and about.”

Oliver dodged an obstinate-looking businessman walking against the flow of foot-traffic. “I am! In fact—” A car horn blaring particularly close-by forced him to pause. “In fact, I’m coming to see you! With lunch!”

“Really? That’s great! I’ll let them know to buzz you in…”

Oliver stepped around an elderly woman who bore both the pace and countenance of a tortoise.

Desiree continued. “So… What are we having?”

“It’s one of your favorites.” He gripped the bag tighter, as though she could see it.

“Hmm… Sushi?”

“Uh… not that favorite,” he said, dodging around an oblivious younger couple walking hand-in-hand. He glanced back at the female’s swaying hips for only a moment.

“Let me think… maybe… no, they only have that on Tuesdays…”

Oliver seized an opportunity, jogging across a street before its crossing signal turned red. “Here’s a hint: I made it myself.”

“Hmm… well— Yeah? Ok, I’ll get on it! Sorry, Babe, I gotta go. I’ll see you when you get here, everything you make is my favorite, I love you and everything you do, see you soon, bye!”

“I love you too,” Oliver returned, but the phone chirped its hang-up tone before he’d uttered the final syllable. Suddenly the crowd around him was a stream he was lost in, and his lifeline to shore had been severed. That’s ok; he knew Desiree was needed elsewhere. She’d made it clear on their first date that he’d have to share her with her work. Besides, he’d be with her soon; the current was carrying him in the right direction. His view of the tower disappeared as the journey brought him down into an underpass for pedestrians. Digital screens along the walls blasted a familiar advertisement: strong, handsome, confident people posed proudly in body armor and blue military uniforms. Hands on hips, chests poked high, and shoulders as strong as a brick wall, the bold-lettered title below was redundant; everyone in Tideside already knew the Punie Rescue Force by sight alone. As Oliver paced along the long screen, the image wiped itself away to show their slogan: “Thousands Rescued, Millions Saved!” These letters then made way for a slide bearing only two words: “Join today!”

Oliver couldn’t help but muse fondly to himself every time he saw the ad. His father had been in the PRF, and had personally led expeditions that’d saved entire communities-worths from certain death. The Force was the only thing that all the disparate city-states of Puniekind respected. It was by their guidance that Punie settlements were built in hidden locations, by their vigilance that evacuations were issued, and by their sacrifice that people were rescued. While Oliver had chosen a different path for himself, he was proud of his father’s work… and proud that Desiree had decided to join up shortly after they’d met. She was up in Holt Tower now, on the floor dedicated to the PRF Data Center, busy keeping the city safe. He smiled as he neared the end of the tunnel.

/

“Drake, have you analyzed that data yet?”

“Still working on it, sir!” Desiree replied. She scrolled through the readout on her computer. A million numbers from decades of seismic and wind records streamed before her eyes, the white background reflecting in her dark irises. Another display tracked the locations of a number of Human sightings in recent years. There were some numbers in the vibrational data that matched Human footsteps, but the recon team that’d been scrambled reported back nothing except a car parked some distance away— and anomalous data was not exactly uncommon in a world so big. So why was the computer sounding an alarm? The slow, shrill beeping signaled the possibility of an incursion. She looked up, her mind churning.

The tower had a grand view of the city, the rocky cliffs that protected it on three sides, and the sea down beyond the beach. She brushed a black lock from her face as her eyes drifted beyond the window nearest to her. She watched the green waves collapse into white foam that rushed to shore. Even the smallest of them would be catastrophic if it ever reached the city, but the PRF’s planning and engineering kept them safe, even during storms that threatened the Human settlements. The sea had never been an issue. They had sensors out there, sure, but the vast majority of the Force’s resources went into the rocks that concealed Tideside from the rest of the land. After all, land was where the Human threat was. Boats were easily spotted, so unless they’d grown gills… suddenly, a terrible thought dropped into her mind. The realization sank into her gut. Desiree’s keyboard clacked madly as she brought up the recordings from the oceanic sensors. The numbers from the last twenty-four hours populated the screen. Everything was normal… until the last five minutes. She felt her heart leave her body entirely.

“The sea!” She leapt up, and hands shaking with nervous energy, she cried, “They’re in the sea!”

Her boss, a portly man dressed in the same blue uniform that she wore, stepped to her as quickly as his legs would allow. “What? The sea? We’ve already checked for boats—”

“Not boats. Under the water.” Desiree stepped aside to let him see her computer screen.

“Sensors indicate two Human-sized disturbances near shore— ”

“Too near for known local fauna,” he finished, knowing full what the numbers before him meant. “Grady, get visual from Sea Sensor 3 and feed it to Drake’s screen.”

“Aye, Sergeant.”

The display changed, but there was nothing. Merely a digital window into a watery abyss.

“Why’s it so dark?” Desiree asked. The sensor was anchored to the sea floor, but light should still have penetrated to those depths on such a sunny day.

“Increase the brightness, Grady,” the sergeant said.

“Brightness is maxed, sir.”

The boss huffed. “Tilt the camera up. As far as it will go.” The display shifted at the command, until…

Desiree, the sergeant, and Grady all gasped. Above the sensor, highlighted with a halo of sunlight, was a massive torso casting its shadow on everything below. Very few features were discernible in the darkness, but the hourglass-curve gave the being a distinctly feminine shape. The sergeant wasted no more time. He ran back to his own computer and input a command. Instantly, the shrill beeping became a blaring siren, and the room erupted with flashing blood-red lights.

/

The world stopped after the first horn-blast echoed through the city blocks. Oliver, and everyone else, halted immediately. The entire city was silent except for the siren. The eyes of every Punie found the nearest television display and watched. Heartbeats and breaths hung suspended as they prayed to see the words that would return their faculties: “This is a test.”

But those words never appeared. Instead there were bright red screens, all blasting the same scrolling message: 

“WARNING: Human Approaching! Seek Shelter Immediately! This Is Not A Test! Please Remain Calm And Orderly While Moving To Designated Shelter Zones.”

A synthesized female voice read the words aloud, the tails of its words echoing behind the siren. Oliver stood still; his brain struggled to comprehend their meaning, despite the clear message.

And then Hell erupted around him. Someone screamed, and the crowd turned as a single entity. He spun with the panicked herd, but stopped. Desiree! As the mass of people surged around him, he made for the wall of the tunnel. An elbow slammed into him, knocking the wind from his lungs. The lunch sack tumbled from his grasped, and the lasagna he’d spent the entire morning cooking was crushed into cheesy, saucy gore beneath the stampeding feet of dozens of fleeing citizens. He braced himself against the Punie tide until he could finally pull himself out of the tunnel and into the salty air blown into Tideside by the sea.

At last, Holt Tower rose over him, a pillar of stoic resolve standing on the border between an ocean of water and an ocean of people. The sirens and screams of a panicked city drowned out the rolling waves; even here, so many minutes after the first alarm blast, citizens dashed in every direction. Uniformed PRF troops did their best to urge them toward the nearest shelters, but with loved ones and belongings spread throughout the city, few listened. Oliver forced himself against a railing to escape the shoulders of his fellow civilians.

“Sir!” a mountain of a PRF officer called to him. “You need to seek shelter! Head toward—”

“No! My girlfriend’s in the tower!” Oliver cried.

The tide of people broke around the man as he stepped toward Oliver, his eyes showing his determination in reaching one of the few non-panicking civilians around them. The officer’s body formed a wall of muscle that blocked Oliver from approaching any closer to the tower. Oliver’s head snapped around, wild eyes searching for a way around, but on one side was the chaotic mass of people, while on the other there was only the wide, rolling expanse of the ocean.

His eyes lingered there as the water bulged upward. A tube broke the surface and rose... and rose, and rose. It was miles away, but clearly dwarfed Holt Tower. And yet, it rose.

“Sir!” The officer tried again, but he fell silent when he noticed Oliver’s gaze. He spun around.

“Shit…” Beside the tube, a dark sphere gathered beneath the ocean’s surface. It lifted up like an enormous balloon; water flowed down and crashed back into the sea below. A black sheet trailed down with it, obscuring the sphere until the object was completely out of the water. A cyclopean hand with manicured, white-painted nails and tan skin appeared from beneath the waves and brushed the curtain away… revealing a humongous grinning face, plump lips clamped around the curved end of the tube.

The crowd did not exist anymore; not to Oliver, the officer, nor the other Punies that stopped to stare at the emerging monster. The chaos around them seemed to fade away. Their minds were absorbed completely by the sheer scale of her— that head alone could obliterate dozens of city blocks. They all knew the numerical comparisons between themselves and Humans; they’d seen the models and pictures, but to witness the reality drove in the facts of their existence like a bullet through the brain. Her head was the largest thing any of them had ever seen, and every second it seemed to be growing as it approached. Truly they were but mites beneath a race of gods… and this was only a single one of those giants.

The snorkel fell from her mouth onto the sea, and every passing moment brought her closer to shore with a speed all but unknown to the tiny civilization. More and more of her body was revealed as she ascended with the slope of the seafloor. Her long, willowy neck came first, and then came a bosom where each breast was as large as her head. She wore a white bikini that struggled against gravity to contain them as she crawled toward the city on her hands and knees.

Muscular hands spun Oliver around by his shoulders. “You need to get somewhere safe, now!” the officer yelled again… but before the words had even left his mouth, two enormous crashes ripped through the city, one after the other, and then everything was cast in shadow. Enormous drops of water fell like comets, demolishing entire buildings with all the destructive power of artillery shells. Tan globes wobbled above the men like twin bulbous mountains on a falling planet; beneath the soaked bikini, they could clearly see the outlines of areola that could encompass entire neighborhoods, and at the terminus of each one were nipples as tall as the buildings they hung over.

The goddess brought forward her knees. Everything in their path was instantly obliterated. Trenches of destruction ran all the way to the sea. Oliver clutched at the big man to keep himself stable, but even muscles as big as his couldn’t hold them up when faced with the magnitude of such colossal movements. They tried to regain themselves, but they were again thrown down by apocalyptic shock waves as the giant woman fell to her side, crushing everything that was beneath her gargantuan rear as she sat.

They were between her thighs; on either side of the men were great walls of rolling, tan flesh— taller even than Holt, and hundreds of times as thick. One leg blocked the sea, while the other was several blocks away, cutting them off from the rest of the city. Where the legs met to the left of the Tower was the rising expanse of the woman’s bikini. The outline of her swollen pussy put the tallest building to shame, and Oliver could see wiry black hairs as long as strong and stiff as streetlights poking through the fabric.

He was mesmerized by the sight of her, by the sheer colossal size of her perfect stomach, and the unimaginable weight of the breasts jiggling so high above him. She looked down— even that slight motion caused her flesh to roll and quake so beautifully and terribly that Oliver couldn’t help but watch. Her big brown eyes looked down on the city, and she smiled in a way that made the poor little man feel like she was observing him specifically. But then, she produced from the back of her bikini a box about the size of her hand.

Every Punie in the city watched her now, either through their own eyes beneath her or through one of the scrambled helicopters buzzing around her head like gnats. They watched as she pulled a tubular, pen-like device from the box. She set the box down, heedless of whatever destruction it caused to her right. Her other hand attached a transparent container to the rear-end of the pen. Then, she pressed a button on the device and lowered it to the streets between her legs.

The first Punie woman it reached was sucked up with such speed that she may as well have vanished. Then another disappeared up the tube, and another, and another, and finally panic erupted again as the Punies realized what was happening. The crowds left in the streets surged in every direction away from the tube, but the hand of the giant woman was quick and precise. In a matter of seconds, an entire street was left depopulated. Up and down the streets she worked, sucking up any Punie her arms could leisurely reach. Even buildings offered no sanctuary; with a practiced hand, the woman traced around structure walls so that anyone inside was sucked out through unlocked doors and shattered windows. When the container was full, the device let out a ding; the goddess replaced it and continued her work… again, and again.

Oliver barely grasped what was happening, so focused was he on the enormous woman overhead. Hands were on his shoulders, buildings passing him by until he finally recognized that someone was pushing him away from Holt Tower— away from Desiree.

“No!” He planted his feet down. A muscular body slammed into his back, and they both tumbled onto the rubble-strewed road. The mountainous PRF officer climbed to his feet, black knee pads and elbows now streaked with white dust.

“Fine,” the man growled. He bent over, hands on knees, breathing heavily as he said, “Since you’re the only Punie too fucking stubborn to run, do what you want. I’m finished risking my life for you.”

Oliver propped himself up on an elbow, grunting from the pain of a fresh, bleeding scrape. “My girlfriend’s in that tower. I’m going to be there with her.”

The officer gave him a pained smile. “I understand. But we all have our responsibilities in these situations. Your girl and I, our jobs’re to save as many people as we can. Your job is to be easy to save.” He offered him a hand.

Oliver looked at the man’s hand, and then up into a pair of eyes where kindness leaked out from behind his intense stress-filled squint. “I can’t do that,” Oliver said, letting his own eyes fall away.

The man’s countenance stiffened. “I see.” He exhaled and straightened back to his full height. “Then I should go find someone else to help.”

He made to leave, but a sound like a demonic vacuum cleaner echoed down the streets. A shriek of terror went up as hordes of Punies fled in every direction. Both Oliver and the officer looked up to see the tip of an enormous tube looming ever closer. The officer froze, thinking.

He snatched up Oliver by the arm and drug him over to a building before the smaller man even knew what was happening. Oliver flailed as he was tossed through a doorway. The officer slammed shut the glass door, grabbed a discarded cane, and shoved the rod through the door handles just as Oliver slammed his body into the door. At that moment, the colossal pen descended. The man gave Oliver a final look before the suction abducted him.

The cane bent as the door tried to swing outward. Oliver backed away. The metal shaft reached its breaking point.

An ear-piercing ding echoed off the building, and the suction ended immediately. Oliver ran to the door and peered through the glass. He watched as the tube was lifted away, rising to the heavens as the enormous woman brought it to her her face.

“All full!” the voice of the goddess rattled doors and windows across the city. She placed the full container into the box with the others, and then brought the device toward her bikini bottom. With one hand she pulled the fabric away from her body. With the other, she pressed a different button on the pen. Instantly, all the leftover Punies inside were blown out. They fell, no more than specks of dust to her, the long drop to the white sheet beneath them. She released the bikini, letting it snap back to her body at breakneck speed to seal the captured people inside. Oliver watched in horror as her fingers traced the outlines of her lips. Above, the woman closed her eyes as her smile lengthened. She let out a satisfied breath.

“Good,” another all-mighty voice declared. The ground quaked as another giant appeared behind her. He was slightly younger, brown-haired and with a fit body shown off by his nudity except for a pair of blue swimming shorts than ended well above his knees. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of the same kind the woman had been using.

“You won’t need that, Marcus,” the woman said. “This was a big city; we’re already well over our quota.”

The man looked at her, confused. “But if we collect more—”

“Then we’ll get less for them… high demand, low supply…”

“Well…” His gaze floated around the city. “We should still report the city to management. I could use the raise.”

“Or,” The woman looked up at him, straightening her back, making her breasts all but spill from the confines of her top. “We could tell her that they were already half-evacuated. They’ll be gone soon, anyway. And I’m sure you’ll get your raise when I tell her how much help you were in finding it.”

“But… why?”

The woman giggled. “I like to keep these things… my little secret.”

Marcus seemed unconvinced, but dropped the idea to focus on keeping his eyes off of her assets. “Alright. Let’s just turn these in so we can get paid.”

Oliver sighed with relief.

“I have a better idea.” The woman twisted her upped body toward the gargantuan man. She laid a hand on his shin, slowly moving it upward, feeling his thigh muscles, gliding over his shorts until it rested on the bulge between his legs.

“Jenny—”

She silenced him with a seductive smirk. “If you’re going to work with me, Marcus… you’re going to have to learn to have a bit of fun…” She turned back toward her own legs, and her hand reached down… to Holt Tower.

Oliver roared. He kicked the door before him furiously, cracking the glass. He slammed into it and the cane finally gave way. He fell onto the sidewalk, just as Jenny’s gargantuan fingers surrounded the tower and plucked it up like nothing more than a dandelion bud.

“Desiree!”

/

All the Punies inside were thrown to the floor as the building ascended. Desiree saw through the windows a blur of tan and white, until finally the motion stopped before a glossy landscape of deep chocolate that surrounded a black hole. For a moment, she thought she was staring at a crater; ridges radiated from the hole in the center into a field marked with pits and crevices, and the entire scene covered by some kind of transparent dome that reflected the sunlight. But a hair-lined sheet of skin covered it in a flash, only to recede an instant later, and Desiree realized that the gargantuan woman was staring at her. No, not at her: the entire tower. Could she see them? The hundreds of Punies cowering and prostrate were surely less than even specks before the immensity of this Human woman. The animal within Desiree was convinced that she was in the presence of a god, some kind of cosmic entity for whom the concepts of humility and mortality were but jokes. But, her sentient mind grabbed her with the reminder that the being who held the largest building in Seaside between its fingers was but a mere natural creature like herself… only far, far larger.

A great cacophony of shredding metal and shattering glass tore through the tower. With a gentle swipe of her thumb, the giant had peeled away the entire side of the building, leaving nothing between her, Desiree, and all the other Punies except the open air. The woman’s humongous eye was replaced by a pair of lips so enormous that their wrinkles were gorges running across plump hills of luscious pink. Desiree watched as the lips separated, sticking to each other only to be pulled apart with a frightful sucking-sound by muscles so small to the giant, yet frightfully immense to her. The mouth opened, revealing teeth as white as the bikini. Each one was a monolith, wider than several city blocks, and yet nothing more than the chewing tools of an absolutely massive animal. Beyond them were strings of saliva taller than buildings, each containing enough liquid to flood an entire street under a deluge taller than Desiree stood.

Sunlight rotated. Gravity turned. Desiree clawed at anything that might save her, but her desk tumbled over her head and toward the waiting maw below. The air was littered with papers, pens, and the terrified screams of her fellow Punies. Her last hope was a frayed bit of wire flapping in the wind after the destruction of the woman’s thumb. Her hand caught it… but the slick insulated lining slipped from her grasp. She plummeted like the rest.

Rosy ground rose up to meet her. The wind was knocked from her lungs as she struck the surface, and tumbled down into a crevice. Screams emanated from all around. Desiree looked up to see her coworkers falling into the massive abyss in front of her. More came as the giant shook the building, with the same simple motion as one shaking salt onto a plate. They collided onto teeth, injured or killed outright as red splotches atop the pearly enamel. They splashed into pools of spit atop an eager tongue that twitched and shifted like a monstrous serpent writhing within its den, tossing the Punies around within the saliva sea. Some disappeared directly down the monstrous gullet, pulled down into that hot, humid, churning world by fresh air flowing into the giantess’s lungs. Few were saved from that fate by the warm blast of the woman’s exhale, only to end up trapped in mucous within a hair-lined cave. Still, some Punies were caught within the mouth by the strands of saliva that stretched across it. They were like flies in a web, stuck helplessly, only for the strings to snap, collapse, and doom them as the giant woman opened her mouth only a millimeter wider.

Once such strand fell down onto the woman’s bottom lip. Desiree watched the tower of spit fall toward her, until it exploded into her crevice. She was washed out, carried by a drop, her lungs screaming for air as she was brought down the giantess’s chin. It fell like a meteorite, and Desiree was tossed out by its impact upon a field of tan flesh.

/

Marcus watched with abated breath as Jenny, smile as big and bright as ever, sent the Punies to their doom. He felt blood rushing to his cheeks. His eyes traveled down her body; her fantastic, buxom body that wobbled in all the right places with every little shake she gave the tiny building. In that moment, Jenny was not his coworker— she was a goddess, sitting within a ruined district leveled by her whim, destroying countless lives for nothing more than her own pleasure. He couldn’t see the Punies falling into her mouth, but he knew they existed now solely for her games. They were not even pawns; merely dust on the board to be pushed around and drawn in, and then blown away at her convenience. Blood rushed to his groin. To his dismay, he felt himself hardening until the shadow of his growing bulge fell across the city at his feet. But still, he watched her. And when she closed her eyes and gulped, he twitched.

She turned her face toward him and slowly opened her eyes, and gave him a seductive smile. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Uh, um… what?”

Jenny pointed to his shorts, using the same hand that held the tower. “That beast looks like it wants to play…” She let out a knowing giggle, and rotated to face him. Heedless of the city beneath her, she shuffled toward him on her knees until she was directly in front him, head level with his crotch. “You know, you’re pretty big… I’ve always thought big things shouldn’t be caged; they should be free, free to run wild however they please…” As she laid her hand upon his throbbing erection, the tower crumbled between her palm and his iron. She let him watch as chunks of Punie concrete and steel, now no more than pebbles and grains of sand, tumbled down his shorts and crashed around his feet.

He looked her in the eye. With herculean willpower, he said. “Jenny, we’re coworkers. This is a job. Nothing more.”

“But it could be so much more… if you let it.” Her hands pushed his thighs, and he sat back on one of the rocky outcrops that surrounded the city. He mentally berated himself for how little she actually needed to push. “There’s nothing wrong with coworkers having a bit of fun,” she continued. With a smile, she said, “Relax. You did all the work to find the little guys. Let me handle the rest.”

/

Oliver screamed in despair up at the giants. He hated them more than he’d ever thought it possible to hate anything. The woman hadn’t even the manners to let him yell at her face; she’d turned around from most of the city, leaving Oliver staring red-faced at her ass. He ripped at his hair, screeching up at the bulbous planets straining against their white covering, jiggling overhead as if to taunt him. Her feet were at least half-miles away on either side of him. Even so, their size dwarfed the city that surrounded them. He shook his fists at the mountainous soles, perfectly arched and perfectly wrinkled, whose ivory-tipped toes widened and clenched with seductive excitement that demolished whole blocks. How could one so beautiful be so cruel? How could all the Humans be so cruel? Punie media had been alight with the news that their abduction and trade had finally been made illegal. And yet, here the Humans were, turning his home into a wasteland, stealing and killing his friends, his neighbors, his girlfriend… He fell to his knees, cursing the heartless beings that ruled the planet.

He was near-numb as he watched the giantess pull down the man’s shorts. She reached into the city beyond his view, and her hand returned with a stadium. Its roof was closed, making it look like a small egg in the woman’s hand. While not exactly a bunker, it had been a designated muster zone in emergencies. There had to be thousands of lives held within it. But, much like Holt Tower, the goddess ripped off the roof with nothing but her thumb. She brought it between herself and the giant man’s crotch. From his place behind her, Oliver could infer the rest.

/

Clinging to a minuscule hair, Desiree had so far managed to keep herself from falling from the giant woman’s chest. With every movement the ground buckled and shook worse than any earthquake. But beyond the sickening sounds of countless tons of flesh jostling within itself, a thousand cries reached her ears. Desiree chanced a glance to the sky, just in time to see Punies falling like rain. They landed rough, tossed all over the giantess’s chest like sprinkles, but the softness of her skin protected them from most injuries. Some went further down the slope, tumbling to depths unknown within the canyon that separated the two breasts. Still others would have wished for that fate, instead bouncing down the bikini top to a sudden fatal stop miles below.

Suddenly, an enormous column erupted up from between the breasts. The sudden motion caught Desiree off-guard. Her hand slipped from the strand, and she rolled down the slope toward the massive object until slamming roughly into another hair. A fellow Punie hurtled by, screeching, reaching for her, but Desiree was too dazed to offer her hand. She watched with dread as he tumbled down and connected with a sickeningly pulsating vein on the meaty tower. Then he disappeared beneath the flesh, pulled down as the column began to descend back to the depths. It was then that Desiree realized what was happening. The sky to her left was the giant man, his torso dripping with sweat and seawater and his face contorted with pleasure. Her right was dominated by the underside of the woman’s head, surrounded by a mane of ink. And in front of her, the man’s cock slithered back into the canyon of the woman’s chest, carrying dozens— no, hundreds— of her fellow Punies down with it along its shaft and beneath its glistening head.

And then back up it went, reaching its full height in an instant. Desiree couldn’t help but be amazed at the size; everything about the giants was huge, but this organ was particularly enormous. It traveled up through the woman’s spectacular bust and still could extend above the surface as tall as Holt Tower had once stood. When she and Oliver had once tried the same act, her own chest, modest as it was, still swallowed his member all the way to the tip. Again, she nearly gave in to the instinct that declared these being gods.

The gargantuan cock rose and then descended, rose and descended, each time sending shock waves through the breasts that sent more and more Punies rolling down toward the mighty column, where they were either crushed outright or trapped along its veiny length like sand stuck to an icicle. Given the inevitable outcome, Desiree wondered which ones were luckier. Then, like a shot through the gut, she thought that Oliver could be any one of them. Was he there under the glans? Had he been swallowed by the gasping slit like so many others? Was he clinging to a vein, soon to be smeared between the rock-hard shaft and the tight flesh within the giantess’s cleavage? Or had he already been crushed? Perhaps he had been among the first obliterated by the colossal beings’ landfall. Tears streamed down Desiree’s face. There was no way he was still alive. Her arms weakened, and she almost let go. But, the will to survive made her dig in her fingertips, as though a small part of her believed she could still see her love again if she could just hang on. She buried her head into the tiny, translucent, unnoticeable hair and endured the tumultuous ride, weeping.

A mighty moan roared across the quaking landscape. Through tearful eyes, Desiree looked up to see the man’s organ twitching. It erupted in motion, launching globs of white far into the air. The first struck the giant woman across the face, coating her from eye to mouth with cum and Punies. She didn’t even flinch; not a muscle in her face moved except to widen her smile. The second eruption occurred as the cock descended, spraying out from the canyon like a geyser. All around Desiree, the enormous drops rained down, slamming into Punies that, like her, clung to the breasts for a chance at life that was now nonexistent. The final one dribbled out of the tip and rolled down the shaft, swallowing up those who were stuck to it. But then, as one last hurrah, the man let fly a few more drops into the air. Desiree watched them arc through the sky. One turned toward her as it began its descent. Closer, closer, it hurtled toward her like a missile. She let go of the hair to scramble uphill.

Too late. Hot cum slammed into her. Instantly, she was inundated by the viscous fluid, her lungs empty from the impact, her senses burning from its salinity. She kicked and flailed, fighting to surface. But the liquid was as thick as honey, and the edge of the drop so far away. Her limbs grew heavy. Her lungs screamed. Her mind told her not to breathe, but her body rebelled for a single chance at oxygen. She opened her mouth, and thick, burning, salty fluid entered her lungs. She saw her family. She saw her friends. She saw Oliver. And then, nothing.

/

Jenny licked up the cum that had accumulated on her upper lip, sending more poor creatures down her throat— both those freshly added, and those few that had remained from the tower. She slid her chest off of Marcus’s dick and squeezed her breasts together, rubbing them against each other, making sure to smear the fluid over every place the little people could’ve landed.

She giggled. “I knew you could let loose.”

Marcus didn’t respond. He was propped against the rock, throbbing penis laid over his thigh as he caught his breath. Finally, he said, “That was… amazing.”

Again Jenny giggled. “Imagine what it was like for them…” She felt a drop of cum drain from her cleavage and fall, no doubt demolishing a few buildings between her knees. “It must be so fulfilling to serve two gorgeous gods like us. It’s their purpose, whether they know it or not.” She grabbed her tool box and then stood up, taking a deliberate step into a district that had so far escaped any destruction. She wiggled her toes, turning buildings into mere sand beneath them. The city lay spread before her. Her work was clearly evident; once thriving quarters were now nothing more than a wasteland. Where she’d stepped or placed her hand was a shape of smashed rubble amongst otherwise untouched buildings. But, there was still an area about the length and width of a king-sized mattress that had evaded her fun. Jenny reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. Her breasts dropped into their natural place, but lost none of their girth. She tossed the cum-soaked fabric into the city; another gift from their goddess.

“I’m afraid it’s time for us to leave, my pets,” she declared to the Punies. “But don’t worry, we’ll be back soon. Don’t evacuate too fast!” She gave the city a wink and a girlish laugh. Then she took Marcus by the hand and pulled him to his feet. “C’mon, let’s get some real food.”

/

Oliver watched as the giants stood up to their full, terrible height. The miles-tall woman stepped over him, her curves jiggling hypnotically, her footsteps shaking the very ground and filling the air with crashes, crunches, and dust. She didn’t even notice that drops of her partner’s cum were still falling from her, obliterating whatever they landed on with the explosive effectiveness of dropped bombs. The gods descended into the sea, no longer bothering with their snorkels now that their work was done.

“Hurry up!” the woman said. Jenny. The name was emblazoned now in his mind. She playfully splashed the man— Marcus— as they swam away, disappearing around the rocks that had kept Tideside safe and secret for so long.

Oliver curled himself into a ball, a lone speck of life within a mile of rubble. Tears fell freely from his eyes, pooling on the asphalt beneath him. He shed a tear for everyone killed or captured in the gods’ fun. He mourned the lost security his city had taken for granted. But most of all, he cried for Desiree. Thoughts of her many possible fates freely barged into his mind. He saw her being swallowed down a demonic throat. He saw her falling down the giantess’s body to splatter at her feet. He saw her drowning in the millions of gallons of the man’s orgasm. Whichever was true didn’t matter to him. They were all equal to him in that they happened to her.

An eternity later, he finally sat up. Numb eyes peered at the devastation surrounding him. They landed on a bright spot in the gray destruction. A building, half of it crumbling within the white blob that had sundered it, still had a billboard attached to its roof. The ad was twisted, bent, barely clinging on, but the image remained untarnished. On it, handsome, confident people— not dissimilar in appearance to the two who had caused the decimation — posed in body armor and blue uniforms. Below them, in striking, bold letters, two words: “Join Today!”