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Slowly Atta began to regain her consciousness, she realized that she was still pinched between Flavia's powerful fingers, of those who sought to look at the face only to realize that his captor looked at the ground with a mischievous look. The tiny little girl turned her head down as well as she could and finally spotted on the distant ground, below the apparent 42 meters of the giantess, her tiny partner cuddled but wielding, though trembling, your pistol.

In her bandoleira the young military woman still carried her rifle, on her back, but she was unable to access it, since her entire body was surrounded by the powerful phalanges of Flavia. What after a while the girl realized was better, after all she was sensible enough to be aware that even shooting this colossal mulatto she would not survive. If the giantess let go she would die in the fall, if she didn't let go... Probably retaliate. Atta would never provoke a reaction whose results were not manageable. It would remain to entrust his survival to Padius' ability to face this impasse. 

The gigantic mulatto crouched on the sidewalk, with one leg kneeling and the other bent. She looked smiling at the little man in front of her, trying to see the details of his face as well as she could. It was extraordinary to find a human being so small, so fragile and, at least for her, so beautiful. In contrast he looked at the still smaller figure in his right hand, one that was all covered with a gas mask and helmet. Finally, the young woman decided to repeat the proposal: 

**Hey, little one, if you want your friend just come and get her**. 

She then lowered her hand and left Atta at the height of Padius, but a little distant from him. In addition, her powerful fingers still tightly hugged the teenager, preventing her from getting up and running away. Padius did not know how to react, everything seemed to indicate that it was a trap, and from his perspective that young adult was a terribly sinister creature. She was beautiful, her features were soft and her lips fleshy with a rounded nose. But its size was surreal for the boy, who swore he would be able to feel the pulsation of the growing giantess's body.

He felt as if her immense breasts were to jump out of the cropped and fall on him, and his bent leg seemed to emanate energy as it crushed the air between her calf and thigh. As if that were not enough, the fact that Flavia was black allowed her to proudly sport a cascade of curly hair that descended voluminously to her shoulders, leaving her even bigger and more sinister. Over the left corner of her upper lip was a mole completing her beauty, a beauty that was absurdly construed with the danger that this girl represented.

**If you no longer want your little friend I can think of staying with her!** , joked the girl, to Padius' distress, who felt this as a legitimate threat and did not delay to lower his pistol and walk slowly to the huge hand that held the tiny Atta. 

Padius approached his hand and stretched his arm to touch his partner, when without any warning Atta was snatched up and the air moved at the same speed, forcing the boy to close his eyes and when he finally opened them he came across the colossal seductive form of Flavia at the height of its 1.70m. She stared at him with a satisfied smile.

**Sorry, little one, but if someone sees me talking to a pet on the floor they will think I am crazy!** , she gave a light laugh and took her prisoner girl into her back pocket. Flavia was a full-bodied woman with thick thighs and a huge hip. Her glutes were so big and plump that she could easily be the miss butt champion. To make matters worse, I was wearing jeans. In simple terms, Atta would not be at all comfortable in your pocket.

**Rail her!** Screamed Padius, but in response only found an immense whitish palm coming towards him next to brown phalanges ready to embrace him. Not knowing how to react he shot several times, which at first made Flavia retreat, after all they were like stings, but lucky for the giantess the skin of the palm and soles of the feet are the most resistant of the body, so she soon absorbed the shock of the shots and, now a little bored, she said, he stepped violently against the ground. His stomping stunned the tiny military man who then fell to the ground, dropped his gun and only had time to watch Flavia's hand cloister him in the darkness.

When she realized Padius was in her pocket next to Atta, and to the displeasure of the crew, the young woman had a lot of work to do, so she would not stand still. She had to disassemble her mother's board and store her items. This caused him to walk and walk and during the act his gluteus muscle often pressed the double in his pocket. Luckily the pocket was jeans, which meant they wouldn't be thrown from side to side during the move. But in contrast the pressure that would keep them standing would cause their bodies to faint after continually being compressed between a wall of jeans and another in which behind was a wall of muscles and fat. Each movement of the woman repeatedly pressed her prisoners against her flesh. It did not take long for the pain to punish them by imposing fatigue and despair.

**Sinto...! Ai...! Sorry...! By ... That hour...! ** Padius said amidst the turbulence he felt, but Atta only replied: **ai...! It's not... It's not time! ... it's not time...for this..**, the duo was tired and had no way of knowing how long this affliction would last. In her heart Atta felt guilty, because she let herself be captured only because she forgot to wear the mask when she fell on that board full of unhealthy aromas for her little body. She didn't know why Padius decided to get out of the jeep, but wished he hadn't.

Meanwhile the girl finished saving the table on which her mother was setting up her board when suddenly a friend of hers appeared, her name was Mirla, a young Japanese-Brazilian girl who studied with Flavia and on weekends went out with her for bohemian activities. Mirla was half a delinquent, just as Flavia was still in high school at 18.

**And what, Miga?** She said with a smile, ** what's it like? just good?**. Flavia hugged her and they both exchanged kisses on the cheeks, then the mulatto replied. **I'm good, I was only saving my mother's treks. And you, are you walking?**. **I'm going to buy a bunch! Then I saw you and came to count some ruffles.**, **what is the good one?**, **good is not... At least not for you!**, **desembucha, oxe!**, **Henrique is dating my sister!**, **what? Why?**, **I will be there. I think he likes skinny!**, Flavia looked at the sides half upset, but soon exclaimed, **Do what!**, **are you okay? Not angry?**, **I'm, right... But... He gets tired of her, until then I have a consolation! ** Said smiling.

**Oxe!** challenged Mirla **you can tell me everything, Dona Flavia!**. But the mulatto only crossed her arms and with a smile said: **at the right time you will know!**. Mirla did not like this answer but Flavia insisted on keeping it secret, after all how to explain that the boy who was her "crush" at school he had a tiny look-alike and it was stuck in his pocket?

**And how's Sophia?** Flavia asked, to which her friend replied with some disdain, **Our sister in common? That brat hit the ship! She said she saw a truck this big, full of goblins walking down the street!**. Upon hearing this Flavia expressed surprise to her friend, but was determined not to tell anyone for now about her little prisoners. So she disguised her feelings and simply asked, ** leprechauns? Type... Little men? And dressed in green?**, Mirla surprised the question, but tried to answer **I don't know... Goblins dress in green, don't they? And I don't know if there are females but... Ah, who calls?**. Flavia was thoughtful, she wanted to ask more but did not want her friend strange his curiosity, so simply said, **Ah, Sophia must be watching a lot of drawing, she is a nerd, she is a nerd, right?**, **spoke and said, Miga! In reality, you are more my sister than she**

The two continued talking for a while longer, but without Flavia knowing in her pocket the little ones also took advantage of the truce to dialogue. Both were tired, sore due to the enormous pressure that the buttocks of the mulatto had hitherto exerted on them, but when she stopped to talk, after all they could the military try to pull themselves together.

**It was bad... ** Padius started, **I should not have... Called you..**, **no need to apologize**, interrupted Atta, **I understand that you did not want to be transphobic, that you were just afraid... What I don't understand is why you changed your mind and got out of the car.**. Padius was powerless, psychologically shaken, if it did not fall to the bottom of the pocket it was simply because its inert body was not strong enough to bend against the fabric wall in front of it, he was stunned by the darkness and musky smell of that place. He just wanted to sleep. 

**You should wear your mask, Padius**, recommended Atta, **the air here is rarefied, in addition the pressure makes it difficult to breathe.**, The boy turned his face towards the voice of his friend, he could not distinguish his features in the midst of darkness, then just imagined the confident face of the girl three years younger, after all he said: **Atta, you... Me... I'm a real bastard! I called you a fag and I called you Athos! Me... Me... I didn't mean to be an idiot, but... That place! This place is hell! I shouldn't be here! I don't even remember why we're here! I just wanna go home alive! And that means I really am a coward!**

Atta wanted to console him, but his intuition made it clear that his colleague needed to vent, so she allowed him to continue. **I am a coward! But I'm not a wobble! I knew that if I abandoned you I would never forgive myself! Besides if you died I'd be waiting in that damn jeep forever! That is, until some creature shows up and I get killed! I need you! I don't know how she got you but I know if you died it would mean I would die too! It would mean there would be no more hope! I don't want that! I wanna survive! I need you!**

**Padius...** Atta, on the other hand did not feel so proud of her person, she knew she was caught because she acted recklessly, i knew that if it wasn't for Padius at this point either she would be mutilated in the belly of this giantess, or she would have been torn apart and then spit on the ground, like an unpalatable food. She felt ashamed of herself, after all she was always a highly competent soldier, had the best aim, knew body fight and was intelligent. She was the youngest of his battalion and this could not be in vain. She knew who she was, she had known for five years. When she left Athos to become Atta, she left the orphanage to be a cadet and learn all she could from her idol, then Colonel Gairu. 

If Gairu saw her now, stuck in a pocket, squeezed between the fabric and the huge ass of a civilian, what would his idol think? Would it be acceptable? After all, the civilian was a 42-meter monster. Or not? Would it be a shame? After all when her flying saucer landed on Earth she was perfectly aware of the dangers that awaited her, much more aware than Padius and probably that much of the platoon. Officially his disk accidentally landed on Earth, but the most competent soldiers knew that the colonel had a secret mission, they received information about the Earth and were able to prepare. The truth in the end is that Atta's greatest shame now was not to let herself be captured, but to have let Padius and so many others unprepared enter this hostile territory.

**Padius...** Atta could not tell about the secret mission, it would be treason to the colonel, who incidentally was still his idol. At the time she was unsure if anyone was injured, but Padius and she were alive, so it was soon too early to conclude that Gairu was a bad leader for hiding information from subordinates. Thus, the only thing Atta could do for his helpless colleague was to remain his backer. **...Padius, I promise we'll get out of this! I know the situation is complicated but remember what I said. The beings that inhabit this planet are only humans 25 times larger than us. If they are human, we can negotiate. We're still alive, so I don't think this woman just wants to kill us because we're different... We'll take the pressure for now and when she gets us out of here I'll get along with her!**

Padius only needed Atta to be strong for him, and when the girl took her strong stance again, he could finally allow himself to rest even though he was

squeezed in the ass of a giantess.

Continues...