Trish had a special surprise planned for Thomas’s birthday. She had been planning it with the help of some trusted staff members for a long time, well before her new interest in flexing her power more. As the date grew closer, Trish found herself getting excited about it, too.

“Where are we going?” Thomas asked from her shoulder. She was seventy two feet tall today. Her neck was about two and half feet long, making it no longer so convenient to simply turn her head and look at him or kiss him, she had to look down at him, and carefully so she didn’t accidentally clothesline him off her shoulder with her chin.

“You’ll see.” She signed, not even looking at him. The two were walking farther than they had ever walked, clear to the county line. It didn’t take long, because Trish’s normal walking pace was pushing forty miles an hour. Thomas looked at his surroundings for some sort of hint. All he could see for miles was the flat plains of Kansas as far as the eye could see.

“Can I get a hint?” He asked. Trish blew air out of her nose to signal frustration.

“If you ask again you’ll finish this ride in my bra.” She warned.

“Oh no. Please. Anything but that.” He said sarcastically. Trish smiled and obliged him, pulling open her shirt and placing him inside next to her nipple. Forget being larger than his penis, now her nipples were larger than Thomas’s head. She enjoyed the feeling of her boob pressing against him in her bra cup, the supple flesh molding around his little body. She bet each of her breasts weighed a couple tons now. He should be glad he was just riding in the cup and not getting pressed underneath it. She made a note to experiment with that later.

Trish pulled him out of the bra cup when they arrived at their destination. Thomas’s eyes adjusted to the sudden return of light, and found that he had been placed on the roof of the building. The first thing he saw was Trish’s face. She had her fingers on the roof he was standing on and had brought her face down to his level to see his reaction.

Thomas walked to the edge of the roof to check out his surroundings. He was in a small town. The roof he was standing on appeared to be some sort of abandoned factory. The tallest building in town at three stories. He looked over the edge to see a small neighborhood surrounding it, plus some old, defunct stores. There were cars placed all over the roads, some in the middle of lanes, as if their drivers were driving along the road and decided to turn them off and hop out.

He turned back to Trish who was fishing for something in her pocket. She pinched a box between her thumb and forefinger and placed it on the roof in front of Thomas’s feet.

“Happy Birthday” She whispered. Bewildered, Thomas opened the box. Inside, there was a brand new air horn, a motorcycle helmet, and a bunch of protective gear. Shoulder pads, knee pads, elbow pads, shin guards, a protective cup, even body armor.

“The safeword is air horn.” She whispered. Thomas was beginning to like where this was going.

“My dad owns all this land. It was an old factory town that got abandoned in the 80s. It was more expensive to demolish than was worth it, so it just kind of hung around out here.” She explained, gesturing to the town.

“So there’s no one here to complain about me doing… this…” She said, and rose to her feet, her body looking like a launching rocket climbing higher and higher till the roof of the third story building was level with her upper thighs. She turned on her heels and took a few steps away from the building. She looked back at the roof to make sure Thomas was watching, and caught him staring at her ass, transfixed. She drew his eye to her right foot by rubbing it up her left leg, then lowered it slowly on an old car. She stuck her tongue out in concentration as she felt it crumple like a soda can under her weight. She bent down slowly, keeping her legs straight to make sure Thomas got a good look at her butt, and picked the flattened thing off of the road.

She rose back up and shot Thomas a smug look over her shoulder, then turned and showed him what she did. It had been crushed to just inches thick. Small pieces fell off of it as she held it close to the edge. He could see the outlines of her foot on the smashed thing, the ball of her foot and toes indented into the hood of the former car.

“Wow… Cool, huh?” She said in her normal speaking voice, shaking the factory below. She laid the car next to him gently, like a cat laying a dead mouse at the feet of their owner, and stomped back over to the suburbs.

“And no one would mind if I did this…” She said as she swung her leg over a two story townhouse, straddling it. The roof of the former family home was just slightly taller than her knees. She locked eyes with Thomas as she grabbed her boobs and lowered herself slowly onto it. She could feel it crumpling like cardboard underneath her ass as she put her weight on it.

“Mmmm” She fake moaned as she lifted her feet and sat completely on it. The more than eighty tons of her slammed into the ground at once, creating a shockwave that shattered the windows of the neighboring houses. She giggled and put her feet back under her. She turned to show Thomas her butt, her shorts covered in debris.

“Do I have anything on my butt?” She asked innocently as she did a cute spin on the ruins of the former home.

“Hmm… what else looks fun…” She thought out loud as she looked around, tapping her finger to her lips rhythmically. She did an exaggerated double take, pretending to notice Thomas out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh look! A tiny person!” She squealed and stomped back over, practically skipping. Thomas could see the cars bouncing on their worn out suspensions as she thumped over. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her pelvis forward playfully above his head. “What do you say little man, do you want to play a game?” All Thomas could do was nod dumbly.

“Great.” She said. “The game is cat and mouse. I’m the cat” She said, putting her hand on her chest. “And that makes you the mouse, ok?” She leaned down and booped the top of his head with her finger.

“I’ll close my eyes and give you to the count of a hundred, and then I’ll come get you.” She squatted down suddenly, bringing her big eyes back down to his level. “And if I catch you, well…” she trailed off but made sure Thomas could see her run her tongue across her teeth. 

“...better not get caught.” She whispered, looking down at him slightly cross eyed so she could see the tiny man so close to her face. She broke the act for a second to whisper a real warning to him.

“You better not actually let me crush you, Thomas Black. You use that airhorn if I start pulling apart a building with you in it. Now get all that stuff on so I can chase you around this little town.” And so, as Thomas put on his protective gear with trembling hands. Trish got naked, pulling off her clothes and folding them neatly on the factory roof. She waited for him to finish, patiently, anticipating what it might feel like to let loose on a town.

“Ready?” She whispered down to her lover.

Honk Honk. The little man covered head to toe in sports gear sounded the horn. Trish had to fight not to laugh as she put back on her dominant persona.

“Alright little dude. You know the rules.” The giantess covered her eyes and started to count.

“1…2…3…” She counted slowly as Thomas tore down the stairs of the factory, his erection pushing against the protective cup uncomfortably. Maybe he should just hide in the factory. She would assume he would run somewhere else right? Or maybe she would know he would do that, and check the factory first?

“32…33…34…” Was this enough time for Thomas? She thought. She was finding it hard to judge how much ground he could cover in 100 seconds. She thought back to the attackers running from her and how slow they had seemed in comparison. She was more than twenty feet taller than she was back then, too.

“49…50…51…” Thomas had abandoned the factory and was currently tearing across town. Hide in a car? No she would probably crush those as an afterthought as she searched buildings.

“71…72…73…” Would he hide in the factory? She thought. Maybe she should check the factory first. No, that’s stupid. This isn’t about being competitive, this about teasing Thomas. You want to draw it out as long as possible. But he would think that too, so maybe check the factory first…?

“86... 87…88…” Thomas thought that he had found the perfect hiding spot. Something that would give him a good view of his fiancee as she stomped around the city, but something that he could easily run from if she spotted him too fast.

“98…99…100… Ready or not, here I come!” She opened her eyes and let them readjust to the light. The town underneath her knees was still and quiet. Time to be a big, bad giantess, Trish.

“Now if I was a little mouse where would I hide?” She wondered out loud as she slinked down the street, taking soft steps and swaying her hips. Here goes nothing.

“You didn’t just cower in the factory, right?” She squatted down to look into the third floor, her eyes darting around the windows. She had to place her hands on the ground to balance as she stooped further to check the second floor. She would have to put her cheek on the ground to check the first floor, which she decided was not worth the struggle. She rose back to her feet and turned around, hovering her butt over it.

“If you’re in there you better tell me…” she warned as she hovered her ass closer to it. She had butterflies in her stomach. What if he actually was on the first floor? What if she just didn't see him and he couldn't hear her warning?  Or what if he tripped and was knocked unconscious in there, what if, what if, what it? There was no way she could sit on this factory if there was even a 1% chance that Thomas was in it. She was just about to stand up when she lost her balance.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as she came crashing down. The bricks that made up the exterior crumbled like sand, crashing down at the sidewalk with a series of loud bangs.The steel beams that held the frame of the building bent easily under her weight, but Trish really didn’t have a good frame of reference for the feeling of an i-beam crumpling under her. Her butt came to rest on the second floor, but she could feel the steel beams beginning to creak under her weight.

There was a long silence as Trish sat, afraid to move. Thomas looked from his hiding point with great anticipation, waiting to see how her act of destruction would escalate.

“WAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” She cried and jumped onto her feet. She stood up and looked over her shoulder down at her ass, praying that she wouldn’t see Thomas’s broken body glued to her butt cheek. Though once she saw that he wasn’t there the same problem persisted: she didn’t know where he was, and that meant he could be anywhere. He could be under her feet somehow, or under the pile of bricks that crashed on the sidewalk, or on the second floor of the now structurally unsound factory. Calm down Trish, he’s probably not even in there.

She covered her eyes and lifted her mouth to the sky to project her voice. “Thomas I’m really worried I crushed you. Can you let me know you’re still alive?” She asked. There was a silence that felt like an eternity, but really it only lasted about ten seconds.

Honk.

“Oh thank god.” She said, her shoulders falling in relief as she uncovered her eyes and wiped her tears. You got this Trish, you’re the apex predator, and Thomas trusts you and you trust Thomas. Nothing bad is going to happen. Just try to enjoy it.

“I’m going to keep going. Thomas Black you keep your finger ready to blast that airhorn or you’re going to spend the rest of your short life stuck to my buttcheek.” She warned again, and then turned and put her foot through the already half ruined factory in an effort to rebuild her confidence. She turned back to the town to continue their game.

“Maybe you got in a little car, hoping to drive away?” She asked as she got on her hands and knees in the middle of the road, bringing her face closer to the cars to see inside. She used her fingers to peel the roofs off, and then probed the interiors with her fingertip. Wow, she thought as she ripped the cars apart. Less than two years ago she used to ride around in these. Now they’re just toys.

Thomas darted across the road behind her as she was distracted by the cars. He had a great view of her from back there, her long feet curled against the ground, her thighs rising like towers, her wide hips wiggling, mashing the lips of her pussy together as she propelled herself forward. Her butt wiggled sexily over 16 feet overhead, and through the gap of her legs he could see her breasts making craters as she put her head down to check inside the windows of the cars, and then hanging down as she lifted her chest back up to continue moving forward, bits of cracked asphalt falling from them.

Trish got bored after checking about ten of the little cars. She grabbed onto the last one and sat up, bringing it to her face to look inside. She took a quick look behind her to make sure Thomas wasn’t there, then tossed it casually over her shoulder. Thomas shrank back in the bushes he was hiding in as the car smashed into the road thirty feet in front of him, sending up sparks as it skidded to a stop some distance away.

He left his spot and continued into the townhouses, making sure he kept close to the fences. He kept his eyes locked on Trish as she scanned for him. She was over thirty five feet tall just sitting like this, more than enough of a vantage point to catch him if he wasn’t careful.

Trish took a moment to drink in her size. Being big and living on the ranch, she usually could only relate her massive size to Thomas and her rare visitors. She had not been in proper civilization since she had taken her walk into town the day of their proposal. She put her hands on her knees and arched her back to look at her butt, now wider than the two lane roads of the small town. It was kind of turning her on.

Thomas watched her rise back onto her feet from the second floor window of one of the town houses. She turned to face the other way along the road, and brought her hand to her achingly empty crotch. Her eyes scanned the rest of the town, searching for the man who was meant to fill it. She picked up her feet and pressed them one by one into the cars she had checked up and down the road, rubbing herself more furiously as she felt the cars crumble under the overwhelming force of her feet. Once she crushed the final one she put her finger to mouth and tapped it as she decided what to do next.

“Hmmm… would you go into the houses… or the strip mall…” She weighed her options as she looked down at the dozens of houses to her right and the cluster of stores to her left. Trish was pretty sure he would have gone into the houses, so she started with the stores.

She stomped over to it, one hand still flirting with her pussy, the other hand’s heel placed on her back just above her butt. She stopped in front of an old general store. She imagined the view from the windows of the single story building would be of her huge feet and the bottom half of her shins, so she made a show of flexing her toes just in case Thomas was in there. She had been leaving craters in the road wherever she stepped, but there was something special about feeling the parking lot coming apart like compressed sand between her toes just from curling them.

“You have 5 seconds to get out of the general store before I put my foot through it.” She warned, making sure to be clear with what exactly she intended to step on for Thomas’s benefit. She lifted her left foot slowly and placed it on the roof. She didn’t even have to lift it that high. She counted to five out loud, and then slowly pressed her foot down. It was pathetic how quickly it came apart, she barely needed to apply any force.

“So cool.” She breathed as she felt what was once a person’s entire workplace and livelihood crumple under her ten foot long feet. She removed her foot and looked down to see what destruction she caused. Then she had an idea.

“This is going to take forever if I have to put my foot through each and every one of these tiny things.” She said, raising her foot again. “If you’re in a two block radius I would let me know. I don’t know what this will do.” She warned. She gave Thomas some time to call out, lifting her foot slowly, balancing on one leg as she winded up for the stomp.

Thomas didn’t really appreciate how delicate Trish had been as she moved through life as a giantess until he saw the force of that stomp. It was as if a small bomb had gone off under her foot. The ground underneath trembled, Cracking the foundations of the stores. The tremor traveled up her leg, making the softer parts of her jiggle.

“Well, guess you’re not in there.” She laughed as she checked the bottom of her foot, and then stomped it into the store front for good measure. She stood up on the balls of her feet and shifted her body back to face the houses with her fingers wrapped above her hips. She looked down at the houses, and Thomas swore she made eye contact with them.

“That means…” She trailed off into a giggle, and started to stomp, really stomp, over to the townhouses. Five large steps is all it took to bring her to the residential area. She took one final large step into the center of the houses, causing the house Thomas was hiding in to shake around him.

Trish started to tip toe around the neighborhood. Even still, her the thudding of her weight shifting from foot to foot filled the air. Thomas is in one of these, she thought.

“Are you in this blue one, little mouse?” She asked as she bent down to drum her fingertips on the roof, making a clicking sound with her fingernails. “Or maybe this one?” She asked, drumming with the fingers of her other hand on a house across the street. “Or… this one!?” She asked as she turned, ripping the roof off of the house next to her and peering inside only to find a few pieces of abandoned furniture.

“No, no little man in here…” Thomas was watching the destruction from a few doors down on the opposite side of the street. The naked love of his life continued pulling apart the house for good measure. That same dreamy expression was on her face as she explored the heights of her power. He stuck by the window mesmerized as he watched her work. So mesmerized that he didn’t duck down in time when the giantess suddenly shot a look over in his direction. She stopped her demolition immediately and turned her face towards the house with a huge smile.

“Uh oh, little man couldn’t help but look…” She chided as she started crawling toward the house on her hands and knees. Thomas was rooted to the ground as he watched her shoulders move up and down and her tits wobbled under her chest. She bit her tongue as she got close enough to see that he was frozen in place in what she assumed must be fear and awe. Thomas took a few steps back as she lowered her face to peer into the window, her big eye looking at him in his protective gear, slowly tracing down the length of his body.

“Run.” She whispered, and started to reach her hand through the house. Thomas was finally shaken into action when the glass of the window shattered against her fingertips. He ran down the hall from her hand reaching out to him, just barely managing to dive down the stairs before she caught him.

He fumbled his way down the stairs and outside the back doors, turning to look back just in time to see Trish pulling her arm up through the house, sending pieces of the roof flying and scattering across the ground. She continued to crawl slowly forward, making sure to slam her hand down on either side of him. She giggled at his little legs pumping away. 

Thomas could see her shadow overtaking him as he struggled to run with any speed in his safety gear. Within seconds he could feel her breath washing over him. He was just a few dozen feet from the other house, if he could just push forward he might be able to jump through in time. Trish could have caught him if she wanted to. Instead, she brought her mouth behind Thomas just as he dove through the door, clicking her teeth behind his head.

Thomas tore through the house, followed closely by Trish’s long fingers mimicking walking behind him. He blasted out the front door and turned to look up behind him to see Trish looming over the house, eyes cast down on the either side waiting for him to clear the building. As soon as he did, she bit her lip, rising higher on her knees before falling forward to plant her hands on the other side of the house. She tore through the house with ease as she crawled after him down the road.

There was no place to hide now, and Thomas was no match for Trish’s speed. Trish watched as he sprinted down the road while she slowly lowered herself to her stomach in the middle of the road, and extended her hand to snatch him. Thomas tripped forward, landing roughly on the road. Trish shifted her grip to pinch his leg and drag him back towards her.

“Gotcha!” She cheered, dragging him under her gaze. She was laying down on her stomach with her head resting on the back of her hand. She let Thomas rise to his feet before using her hand to push him down again. Using her thumb and forefinger, she pulled the helmet off of Thomas’s head.

“You were amazing.” the sweaty and ruffled Thomas called up to her. Trish smiled and lifted her feet in the air and kicked them girlishly as she looked down at him. Her forearms were about twice as long as he was tall, creating a long arch and meeting with laced fingers upon which she rested her chin. Her lips were curled into a smirk.

“We’re not done playing yet, mouse. Haven’t you ever heard that cats like to play with their food?” She teased. But she didn’t do anything, just loomed over him and smiled down at him, continuing to kick her feet in the air behind her. Thomas took a few steps back. As he did, Trish leaned forward and narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to break into a run like a cat ready to pounce.

Thomas turned and ran, but Trish was too fast, unfolding her arm and ‘swatting’ him by laying her hand on him to push him into the ground. Thomas couldn’t see much pinned to the ground like this, but could feel her breath get closer till she was breathing heavily down his neck. Then wetness as she extended her tongue and licked him. Her tongue was so strong that it pushed him along the ground.

“Mmmm” she moaned and she licked him. “I bet you taste better naked.” She said as she released her grip on him, then got to work with her fingers ripping the clothes and the protective gear off of him. Thomas resisted by holding onto her fingers, but they were each longer and stronger than his legs. Once she had shredded all of his clothes off of him she started to lick again, covering him head to toe.

Thomas pressed his hands against her cheeks to try and push away her face, but it was no use. She opened her mouth wide and clamped her lips down on his arms. Thomas could feel her teeth against his bicep. If she bit down, she could take his arms off. But she didn’t, instead she started suck and pull on him off the ground and into her mouth, slurping him like a noodle.

Thomas felt the ground underneath him fall away, but he couldn’t tell what was happening. He had been inside Trish’s mouth before, at least, parts of him were. This was the first time she ever put his entire body into her mouth. He was pressed up against her cheeks, pulling her mouth open so he could see just the thinnest rays of daylight between her lips.

He could feel her moving, the g-forces of her sitting up were only amplified by Thomas being completely in the dark. He heard a thud and everything rattled, he assumed that she had sat back down. Then he felt his world slowly tipping backward towards her throat. Thomas held onto her bottom teeth to stop himself from sliding down it. He didn’t need to worry, because Trish was pushing him out of her mouth with her tongue.

Bright light, fresh air. Thomas felt the pressure of her lips around him as she spat him out and onto her chest. He caught his breath there, trying to avoid sliding on her skin as he rose and fell with her breaths.

“You’re all lubed up now…” She said, and with one finger, started to slide him down the length of her torso between her tits, down onto the soft skin of her stomach. Thomas crawled the rest of the way there, eager to please. 

Whenever Thomas used his body to please Trish, he made sure to keep his arms and head outside of her, that way he could use his arm strength to resist the walls of her vagina trying to pull him into her. He braced his arms against either end of her labia as he put his lower body into her.

“Deeper.” she called down, and before he could protest, he felt her finger push on the top of his head, and he began to slide up and into her. Thomas yelped, his arms getting pinned over his head by her lips. He grasped desperately at her finger as she continued pushing him up into her. Trish writhed at the feeling of him wriggling inside of her.

“Oh god!” She gasped at the unique feeling of a whole person wriggling inside of her. She nearly lost herself in the feeling. A voice in the back of her head reminded her that the wriggling sensation between her legs was her fiance, and a wave of fear washed over her as she realized that she had no accounting for how long she had kept him packed in there. She slowly pulled her finger out, letting him grip onto it and ride out with it, till his head was free of her. He took a deep breath of clear air.

“You alright down there, little mouse?” She asked, looking down to the man between her legs. Thomas took a minute to catch his breath before nodding.

“Back in you go then!” She giggled and gasped as she took the full length of his body inside her again. Trish kept up this game for minutes. Thomas ended up cumming from the feeling of his penis rubbing up against her interior walls. Trish took longer, savoring the feeling of being filled. She only took him all the way out as she was about to cum, dragging his sore body back up to her nipple for him to play with. She replaced his role with her fingers, and started to hump them. Thomas watched as Trish’s hips and ass slammed rhythmically against the ground, cracking the foundations of the neighboring houses. The motion caused Trish’s boobs to bounce and jiggle. Thomas wasn't sure how he managed to hold on with as slippery as he was.

“You’re getting good at this giantess thing.” Thomas said a while after she had finished. He was sitting on her tit with her nipple poking up between his legs. It was about the size of a wine bottle, and he had to use both hands to grip it. Trish put one arm behind her head as a pillow, and brought her other hand up to let him lick her wet fingers.

“It’s pretty easy actually. All I have to do is be big and do what I want.” She said softly.

“I’m proud of you, you know.” He said, pushing her fingers away to signal he had had his fill.

“Proud of what? That I can fit all of you in my pussy now?” She giggled as she brought her fingers to her mouth to finish Thomas’s job.

“No. Impressive, but no. I just think about how far you’ve come in a year and half. How well you’ve adapted to all of this as a person.”

Trish dropped her smirk and replaced it with a genuine, loving smile. “Aw, thanks. But to be honest I would not have survived it without you.”

“Give yourself some credit. I don’t think many human beings could grow to seventy feet tall without becoming a megalomaniac.”

“Who says I’m not a megalomaniac?” She tilted her head in faux confusion, and to punctuate her joke, reached her arm over to the house next door and wiped it off the face of the earth with a simple wave of her hand.

“Can you be serious?” Thomas asked, giving her nipple a squeeze. “I really mean it.” Trish brought the hand back that just leveled a building and stroked Thomas’s back gently with her finger.

“I mean it too, I guess. I don’t know what else to call getting myself off on the power I have.”

“You’re not a monster, Trish.” Thomas repeated an oft repeated mantra.

“I know...” She trailed off, not sure how he would take what she was going to say next. “I don’t feel like a monster, but I do feel like something… I don’t know… more than human…”

“Like... a goddess?” Thomas said, reading her.

“...Yeah.” She bit her lip, almost ashamed to hear it out loud, but also exhilarated.

“Humanity should be so lucky,” Thomas laughed. “To have such a humble, sweet, loving, and gentle goddess.”

“Mmmm, keep talking like that and I’ll have to put you inside me again.” She purred.