The Teen looked at the heavy baggage, then back through the portal to America. "Is it safe?"

Drummond smirked and folded his arms. "How badly do you want to find out?"

The Teen sighed and shifted from foot to foot, thinking. He hardly noticed the cube, large as a small house, spinning and buzzing and spitting above him. "Sometimes I wondered if this was all a dream, a long one I'm not waking up from.  The giantess, the murders, the magic stuff… that can't all exist, right?"

"All you can say is that it hasn't historically." Drummond looked around the immeasurable bedroom, appointed like anime's idea of late Renaissance. "But when you receive new information, you compromise your position by denying it. Understand? You have to face up to everything life throws at you and deal with that, not get hung up on the way life should be or any of that bullshit."

The Teen nodded, idly working the suitcase's retractable handle up and down. Drummond asked him if he was having second thoughts. "It's not that, exactly, but…" He shrugged, looking pathetic in the large t-shirt. "I want the dream to end, but I don't. When my friends and I play MMOs, we used to talk about what fantasy world we'd want to live in. They all, you know, have their downsides like monsters and demons, but they're all also amazing. Magic, gold, adventures, shit like that." He looked up at the tactical officer directly. "I feel like I haven't even started to explore this place. I don't know what happened to me. Most of the time I just wanted to leave and go back home, but now that we're about to leave, I feel like I'm missing out."

Drummond glanced at the staircase leading down. He had no idea when the crazy goddess was going to return, but the kid clearly needed to get something off his chest. But was that his responsibility? "Well, then, maybe you should've gotten your head out of your ass and looked around."

That was met with a resentful glare. "You told me to hide out in those buildings most of the time!"

"That was to protect you, from when Mari didn't know about you."

"Why didn't you protect those wild Tinies?"

Drummond sighed exasperatedly. "I tried to, but there's only so much I can do. I have to play her game to get what I want, and even then I don't get everything I want. But I always get to stay alive, and that means a chance to get more of what I want."

"So what the fuck do you want, anyway?"

They stared at each other. "I want to get back what I've lost," Drummond said slowly, quietly. The Teen, of course, wanted to know what that was. "I had a job I was good at, people who respected me. That was kind of an adventure, going in to work, waiting for an emergency to break out, going in to solve it. I guess that's as much of an adventure as you can have in our world."

"Until that crazy-ass giantess comes crashing in," muttered the Teen. "What about your family?"

"Don't have one."

"What happened?"

Drummond opened his mouth, closed it, then seized the Teen and threw him into the portal. He picked up one fully laden suitcase and hauled it in after him.

"What the hell are you doing!" cried the Teen.

"Just shut up and get along, already!"

"But this isn't my home! Where is this?"

Frowning, Drummond poked his head through the portal and looked around. "Shit. Where do you live, kid?"

"South Carolina!"

He swore and stepped out again and glanced at the huge tome, from which he had recited a spell that took about 15 or 20 minutes to complete. "There's no time!" He turned back to the Teen and pointed at the luggage. "Use that to go anywhere you need to! You're in Columbus, Ohio! You can get a bus, a plane… hell, you can take a Lyft all the way home if you want!"

The Teen picked himself up and stared back into the portal, at the older man in black, surrounded by the bedroom of an insanely cruel and horny goddess. "What are you gonna do?" But the officer only looked over the Teen's shoulder and ran out of view, and a second later, the portal shrank, closed, and disappeared.

"Drummond! Goddamn it!" Angry men's voices erupted behind the Teen, who turned to see soldiers and one man in a suit charging at him. "Where'd he go?"

"I'm not sure how to explain it," started the Teen. "He just didn't come here, that's all. I don't even know where there is."

The old man in the suit scowled deeply. "Well, you're coming with us, anyway. Specialist, take his bag." The Teen protested as a soldier stepped around and tried to pick up the suitcase by the handle, grunting and swearing instead.

"The fuck you got in here, kid?" The soldier laid the bag down and, over the Teen's protests, unzipped it. All the adults in the immediate area whistled or gasped. "Where the hell'd you get all this money?"

The Teen pounced on the bag and struggled to close it. "This is mine! I have to get back home! I'm from South Carolina!"

The old man in the suit shook his head. "Son, you're going nowhere but back with us to HQ, where we will detain you until we're satisfied you have told us everything we need to know about Major Drummond and the giantess who's been tearing up the United States like her personal playground. Don't fall in the hole."

Unable to fight the sneering soldiers who made off with his bag, the Teen glanced over at the "hole" the old man referred to. Amid a fleet of construction vehicles and law enforcement, there were streams of police tape blocking off a vast pair of craters digging into the middle of a residential area.

He thought they looked hauntingly familiar.

*   *   *

Lovely Mari's inner thighs lit up with flashes of red and yellow as two rows of cannons fired as frequently as they dared. The Master Gunner encouraged his sailors to load faster and harder, even as the guns began to emanate with a rosy inner light. His only hope was in dumping the entire load of cannonballs into their opponent.

Not that this had any effect: he, and the captain above decks, watched as the barrage of hot cast-iron ballistics roared at the massive column of milky flesh. Every single shot failed to penetrate, slowing down almost immediately against the tissues that appeared for all the world to be tender and delicate, yet proved tougher than anything they'd experienced. The hot balls barely burned into the massive inner thighs, leaving only a fading red welt before bouncing harmlessly into the waters.

"Unbelievable," murmured Capt. Barnet, witnessing the ineffectual fusillade. Behind him erupted a threatening crack, like a lightning strike. Far from surprised, he turned with casual resignation to observe the magnificent woman's fingers reach down and snap the mainmast free, as it had the other two masts. It took no effort on the giantess's part whatsoever to disable the mighty Tyger, after its storied career of high adventure and treachery. Wearily he announced,"All hands abandon ship." The First Mate glared at him uncertainly, then repeated his order. All the British Royal Navy seamen had the same moment of pause at being told to abandon their stations and flee the ship, but surely their experienced leader must have sized the situation up.

He certainly had. He had unloaded the best guns at his disposal into the supple thighs of this young woman (towering over the landscape notwithstanding) and elicited nothing more than the distressing noises of aroused cooing and giggles. Capt. Barnet knew when he was beaten, and the least he could do was save the lives of his men. The crew from below decks were just coming up from their expended cannons when the giantess shifted. Capt. Barnet watched the enormous woman's creamy thighs sloshing through the sea, waking large waves that hammered at the sides of the Tyger, and he looked up to witness what new terror should be visited upon them.

The last shreds of the Bennet sprinkled upon the decks of his ship as her monstrous rear blotted out the moon in its descent. Brave sailors cried out in fear as the young woman slipped two slender fingers like marble pillars along the perilous folds of her womanhood, digging into her own toughened flesh. "Avert your eyes, ye God-fearing men!" Barnet cried, as responsible for their immortal souls as he was for their all-too-frail flesh. Some did, trusting him implicitly, and others looked up and froze where they stood. Surely, they had never seen such a beautiful sight in their lives, as to witness the intimate massage of a robust young woman to herself.

Her nails seemed to claw into her own flesh, and the men winced, knowing from their own experience how tender was the undercarriage on either a man or a woman. But this giantess dug into herself with gusto, her powerful fingers disappearing between layers of seething tissues. "Oh, my Goddess," cried the woman who was like unto a goddess herself. Her voice echoed off the shoreline, a deep and throaty cry that weakened the knees of those able-bodied men who heard it. She moaned and she bellowed with a profound lust, rippling out from within her core and crashing like waves into the tiny men below.

"Off the ship, you fools!" Capt. Barnet roared, seizing men by their collars and hauling them to the rails. They begged for just one more minute, and some of the more audacious slapped his hands away, but there was no recourse for his outrage: any man who might have supported him and enforced his law was gazing upward, rapt at the obscenity of the young goddess squatting perilously close to them.

Closer and closer, in fact: none of the men seemed to realize what was happening, even as Capt. Barnet watched the goddess's knees quiver and spread in the churning sea, as he witnessed the thunderous spasms of immense musculature shuddering up and down her legs. "Oh, holy fuckin' Goddess," she blasphemed, plunging two fingers deep into the swollen, rosy folds of flesh. "Oh, my Goddess, I can't stop. I can't stop!" Who knows what went on in the sailors' minds, as the immense ass swelled larger and larger above them. Perhaps they were lost in the moment, as large, thick droplets of feminine liquid began to form and strike the decks about them. Perhaps they thought it was their imagination, that this goddess might be filling out and growing larger, as her lubrication spurted between her knuckles and smacked them in their faces, doused their clothing. Perhaps there was a few that knew, but didn't care, that the colossal, erotic being was slowly lowering herself to the decks, a fact undeniable once she spread her huge lips and the mainmast disappeared within it. The sailors stared, utterly entranced, as the young giantess's mighty buttocks shattered the poop deck and her labia spread abundantly upon the main deck, trapping men beneath great cakes of flesh. Capt. Barnet himself, darting hither and yon, shoving his men off the ship for their own sake, found himself in at last in the epicenter of the giantess's libido, noting only too late as vast whorls of pink, moist curtains descended upon him all-encompassingly. He looked upward, gazing into Mari's abyss, with no clever words nor cries of terror, only a stiff upper lip as her vulva expanded about him, slurped him up, and sucked him inside for keeps.

Lovely Mari plunged her arms into the water, before and behind herself, and she scooped up the Tyger, lifting the 90-ton snow as though it were a beach toy. With an unsteady, desperately hungry laughter, she ground the massive ship up into her crotch. Mammoth labia scraped up and down the decks, tearing housing over, shattering cabins, sundering support beams and walls. What few men hadn't fallen off the ship or been cast overboard were now lost within her, swimming in her boiling seas, sinking within Mari's briny depths to no end.

The lusty, monstrous goddess canted her head back, and her voluminous mane of gold scintillated in the night sky. Her jaw swung open like a drawbridge, and her throat flexed and expanded, and she released a heart-stopping roar of intense desire, pulling the Tyger into her pussy and crunching it between her irresistible thighs. Her legs shook with orgasm, trembling and shattering the war ship into pieces. Her copious cum flooded the decks, gooshed into the gun levels, burst all the doors to every cabin and filled every available space. Any hapless soul left within was instantly inundated with thick, gummy waves of salty honey and no hope of escape. Her humongous fingers curled reflexively and tore into the ship's hull as she desperately jammed it against her pussy, needing more, just a little more to push her over.

"What in God's green earth is going on down there?" Anne Bonny stared at her friend, petrified.

As the William bounced between immense, shuddering hills, Mary Read shook her head vigorously. "I'm sure neither of us really want to know the answer to that."