Tags: multiple giantesses, insertion, gore, growing women
I finally have a computer again but life has been incredibly busy so I've been unable to write. In lieu of that, I decided to dig out a few commissions from the archives!
This is a story I used to have posted on my GTS World account but I took it down because it didn't feel in line with my brand, and also I've certainly improved as a writer since then. But if you all are interested in the story, here it goes! Let me know if the formatting is readable too
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Amongst the new millennium's shining jewels of technological hubs, Opal City was aptly considered the shining jewel. A port town, Opal city was also a center of knowledge, home to skyscrapers streaking into the sky, tech startups inventing the future, and the seats of the most powerful companies on Earth. And it was here that a young woman in her bedroom was about to make a phone call that would turn this ordinary day in the greatest city on Earth into a slightly more interesting one.
“C’mon onnnnn, Mika, pick up…” Felicia shifted and turned on her heart-shaped bed, practically writhing in anticipation. While one hand held the phone to her ear, another traveled up and down her skin, the color of pine bark, and growing ever more sensitive with each repetition of the dial tone. It was fortunate she was not fully clothed at the moment, because if she were she couldn’t have promised to not rip off the fabric just to stimulate herself. But that could wait. For the time being.
“Moshi moshi?”
Felicia smiled. “Mika, you know that thing you and I always liked to talk about? Where we could grow big and squish things?”
“Hai?”
“Well, that’s all the information I’ll give you. For now, I just want you to come down to Rhodes Street. I’ll meet you outside. Dress light”
“Etooooo…” Mika sighed. “Hai.” Then she clicked off.
Beaming, Felicia pumped her fist, then jumped off the bed and into a pair of sandals. On her desk there sat a silver rectangular device not dissimilar to a smartphone, and grabbed it. Declining to put on more complete attire, she simply grabbed a fur coat, pocketed the device, and walked out of her room.
The elevator ride to the ground floor filled Felicia with anticipation. When she exited into the lobby, she turned toward the concierge and smiled before he smiled as well and greeted her, “Ms. Rhodes.”
“Simon.” And she exited into the sunlight.
The street was as busy and crowded as always. Hipsters wore beards and beanies, speaking into their own phones. The occasional scruffy looking man or woman would solicit passerby for change. Investors spoke and yelled into their cellular devices. And amidst this, Felicia spotted up the road a young woman whose face she could recognize anywhere.
“Ohio!” Felicia shouted, waving Mika down. The pair started to trot to one another, meeting on the corner of the street. The Japanese beauty wore a pair of hot pants and a tank top.
“What’s up?” Mika responded as the two exchanged a hug.
“First thing’s first --” Felicia said, and she suddenly wrapped her arm around a surprised Mika and removed the device from her pocket, holding it up in front of the pair and pushing a button. A click sounded and a flash momentarily blinded the pair despite the sunlight.
“You brought me all the way here to take a selfie?”
“That was merely step one, Mimi.” And she manipulated the device, still holding onto Mika.
Then, with a flash of thunder and smoke, the pair stood amongst the skyscrapers.
Wind tousled both their hair. Mika’s mouth seemed to slowly drift open, agape, as Felicia stared smugly at her, awaiting a reaction. A reaction she did receive, as now Mika wobbled from side-to-side, her eyes glazing in vertigo, until like the mighty Yggdrasil, she toppled over in a slow, smooth descent.
BOOM!
The crash shook the world. Felicia covered her mouth as she chuckled at her friend who, in addition to having destroyed a bodega, was causing hundreds of people nearby to flee in terror. Through her black hair, one could see streaks of red on asphalt glinting in light. “So? What do you think?”
Mika, eyes still glazed over, took the time to pull herself into sitting up. Now cross-legged, she could finally notice a group of people trapped in the crevice betwixt the limbs, attempting to climb over the gigantic, smooth, milky calves but always sliding down eventually. Mika put her thumb in her mouth, thinking, before an idea struck her face like lightning. Bracing her palms on the street (and crushing a few runnerby in the process), she lifted the rest of her in the air, creating a path to freedom just below her buttocks. In celebration, the dozens of people began their exodus until--
CRASH!
Beneath her, the only thing separating Mika from the screams of dozens, from the blood squelching out from the bodies of so many men and women and children, the only thing preventing her from truly basking in this moment of experiencing something akin to goddesshood was the thin fabric that made up her hot pants.
She could feel the hot liquid and bodies and mush leak into them.
Finally, she turned to respond to her friend, who watched the entire show from above with her arms crossed, only taking minor detours into smashing any humans unlucky enough to come into range of her shoe.
“This is almost everything I had dreamed about.”
“Oh? Well, then what’s missing?”
In response, Mika stood up, revealing the massive pile of viscera and bits, barely recognizable as human, that she had just been sitting on. “Well, it’s more like, what’s still here.”
And with that, she reached below her white tank top, gripping the waist of the short shorts and pulling the garment down below her knees, finally stopping at her boots.
“Tch, oh yeah.” Shorts at her ankles, Mika undid her shoes and hopped out of them, creating unfathomably loud earthquakes with the descent. Now, she reached into the waist of her panties and pulled them down similarly, stepping out of the garments. Free from the constraining fabric, she threw the clothing out somewhere in the distance, and finally posed for the world to see her, armed in nothing but a tank top. Her grin was ecstatic.
“Fear me! For I am Death! Destroyer of tinies!”
Felicia pushed her.
“Whoa, whoa!”
Mika wobbled, then ultimately toppled backward once again, and once again landing on her ass.
“Owww…” she groaned, sitting up once again until:
“... ohhh…” It was an interesting sensation. While yes, she had just crushed several dozen small humans in a similar manner, she hadn’t been able to experience it as viscerally as she just did now, with nothing stopping the warm reddening of her soft, pale butt.
“Ohhh yeahhh…” Mika grinded her bouncy derriere into the powder-like concrete, letting the remains of any humans she had caught move around in panic, unable to escape the encompassing mass of flesh. It was an intoxicating feeling, and it only got better as the people between her butt and the ground slowly melted and liquified and degraded more and more after nothing but the rotary movement of her ass.
“Felicia, you’ve got to try this.” Mika looked up to see her friend already having gotten out of most of her clothes. The large coat hung on the spire of a nearby skyscraper, while the rest of Felicia’s body was totally nude. On the ground a giant bra seemed to be moving of its own accord, but a careless step by Felicia onto the article seemed to expunge it.
Mika stood up and then turned around to moon her bestie. “How does it look?”
Felicia crouched, now face-to-butt with her best friend’s butt. She examined it as if a piece of modern art, which it was not dissimilar to. The right cheek was most covered in the red smear pattern, but the left cheek had a smaller section of the pie along with polka dot like speckles covering the rest. The crack was lined with red, and bits and pieces seemed to be falling out the bottom
“Hmm, I’d say the design speaks of a more avant-garde intention. I do however believe the execution seemed to lose sight of the purpose halfway through,” Felicia said, putting on her best mock art critic impression. “7/10.”
“Nani?! 9/10, minimum.” Mika put her hands on her hips as she turned to her friend and pouted.
“Not even close, sista. If you want to see a 9/10, check this out.”
Felicia, fully nude in all her glory, then searched amongst the ground for something. Considering most of the people by now had cleared out, so the list of viable targets was strikingly low. Sighing, she prepared to give up until all at once she came face to face with the glass structure that was the tallest skyscraper in the city.
The people within had been watching the events of the outside in morbid curiosity. After all, it wasn’t as if they could go outside, lest they get crushed. Instead, 9-to-5ers peered outside, watching the two giantesses test and experiment with their newfound object of pleasure: the city itself. Fortunately for them, they seemed rather disinterested in the larger buildings.
Until now.
Felicia grinned.
The difference was like night and day. Inside the skyscraper, what was once tacit complacency and intense yet silent fear metamorphosed into full panic as the giantess focused in on the people inside. The people on each level were vaulting over cubicles and trampling over the slower coworkers in order to reach the stairs. Some were holding each others’ hands as they ran, but ultimately most everyone stopped on account of imbalance and ruptured eardrums as a hand the size of a train car smashed into the thirtieth floor, blanketing it and everyone in it with a coat of glass bits and blown debris.
Another hand came on on the other side. Using her arms, Felicia interlinked her hands to create a barrier, then slowly brought the pile of office supplies, desks, and most importantly, people, to the rim of the building.
The two parties had an awkward stare-down.
“Shit, I’m not good at banter.”
Mika suggested, “Taunt them about their impending doom. Always works.”
“Uhh, okay…” Felicia put on her best mean face. “You’re all gonna die!”
There was renewed panic in the pile.
“They’re screaming in fear because your lameness is literally repulsing them, Fi.”
Felicia groaned and tried to ignore her friend’s heckling. Instead, she picked out the people from the pile until she held everybody on a massive dogpile that could barely be contained with one hand.
“Alright, who wants to go first?”
Skipping any oversight for raising hands, Felicia simply plucked the one on top of the pile from it and brought him up to her eyes. He dangled and flailed and screamed. Felicia chuckled, then brought him behind and below her, finally stuffing him into her voluptuous brown backside. Felicia grimaced as he was brought into the crack, but eventually, he was secure. A fighter and fidgety, but secure.
“Wait for it, waaaait for it…”
Felicia was starting to worry that maybe the three-course Mexican style she had earlier that afternoon wasn’t enough until she finally felt a rumbling in her mile-long gastrointestinal tract.
“Alright… here it co--”
PHBBBTTT!
There was no mistaking it, it was a fart. Certainly the most powerful fart yet experienced in the world, as windows were blown out, abandoned cars were blown over, and some of the weaker structures close to the surface were blown down.
“Oh my God, I think he actually died from that!” Felicia spurted out, barely able to contain her laughter. The pile on her hand was suddenly less scared of the hundreds-of-feet drop that was their alternative to what she had in store.
Felicia reached deep within the buttocks, wincing once again as she dug around for her latest victim until finally she grasped him and pulled him out. Examining the body, Felicia realized that he was probably already dead from the shockwave before the noxious gas would’ve done him in. Shrugging, Felicia tossed him in her mouth.
“Ewwwwww, why did you do that?!” Mika screamed, suddenly bursting out laughing.
“What?” Felicia shrugged again. “Isn’t this what you like anyway?”
“Y-y-you’re not supposed to eat them if they’re already dead!”
“... But, like, aren’t they going to die anyway?”
“But the eating is supposed to be the reason they… you know what, you do you.” Mika facepalmed as Felicia grabbed another body from the pile and swiftly shoved it up her ass. This time, however, rather than farting, Felicia clenched as hard as she could from her standing position. The largest and most powerful gluteus maximus in the world made quick work of grinding its latest offering into a thick paste with an audible mix of sloshing noises as well as the cracks of bone. A trickle of blood similar to her friend’s now dribbled out of her own ass.
“Okay okay, let’s get this show on the road.” Felicia abandoned any pretense of pacing herself and gripped the entire pile of people. Without preamble, she shoved the entire group of several dozen men and women so deep into her ass that the only thing that hinted they were there was a single stockinged leg sticking out. As well as the reaction of the woman who’s but they were inside, of course.
Felicia shuddered, “Ohhhh, tch.” She sharply intook her breath as chills from the pleasure traveled up and down her spine. Her knees weak, Felicia fell to the ground, then fell again, her own face now touching the asphalt with her butt in the air. “Oh my God, oh my fucking God, there’s so many!” Sticking as many available manipulable extremities as possible into her dribbling pussy, Felicia contracted and detracted the interior of her anal cavity over and over. The people inside squirmed and struggled and couldn’t move and moved and slid around and it was so much stimulation that the merest imbalance could cause the largest and most powerful orgasm yet seen in the world.
Mika put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You okay over there, Fi?”
That was it.
Suddenly the pile on the ground became a writhing ball of death and pleasure, her genital region expanding and contracting and filling the streets with her juices, and her anal cavity doing a similar act, except instead filling the streets with the juices of other people. To say nothing of the massive, inhuman sounds emitted from the ball of pleasure.
“Ahhhm, ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
Once she was done, Felicia lay like a used up towel in her own spiral-shaped nest of destruction, created from the wanton shifting in pleasure she’d just engaged in.
“You have got to try that.” Still breathing heavily, Felicia finally seemed content to rest in her new booty boulevard.
“Oh hell yeah!” Mika said.
Suddenly, a piercing male voice made both the pair freeze up:
“Now just what do you thing you are doing, young lady?!”
Felicia turned her head from having the air to facing directly to the right. Despite the figure being sideways, she could still clearly make out the small figure of Simon, the receptionist at her residence.
“Shit,” Mika said, now crouching on the ground. “He caught us.”
“N-now, look, I can explain,” Felicia said, her voice booming and dripping with nervousness. Simon, however, was having none of it.
“Explain what? That you’ve turned Rhodes Street into your personal pleasure toy? Using your father’s stolen technology no less?! You are looking at nothing less than a whole month’s grounding young lady. And I still am deciding whether I am going to tell your father about this.”
“No!” Felicia sat up and turned to the tiny man on the sidewalk, standing with a stern expression. “Please don’t tell Daddy! I’ll do anything!” she begged.
“You’ve got that right. Clean up this mess, then come to the office. We’ll talk later about this. At length.” And with that, Simon took to the sidewalk back to their building.
“Dang, busted by the bellhop,” Mika said. “Well, if nothing else, I had fun.”
“Yeah…” Felicia smiled a little, then reached up to her coat pocket, fumbling for the device. She tapped a few buttons on it, then suddenly
A click sounded and a flash momentarily blinded the pair despite the sunlight.
The pair were now standing amidst the sea of people on the corner of the street, exactly where they were prior to the rampage.
“Ohhhhh, so that’s how that works?”
“Yeah…” Felicia looked around at the non-destroyed city the pair had been teleported in. Nobody had any memory of any giant girls, probably because to them that never even happened.
“Stupid Daddy must’ve pre-coded Simon in before I coded us in with the flash.”
“Well, if you ever get one of those for yourself,” Mika said, pulling Felicia into a warm hug, “You know where to find me!” And she made her way down Rhodes Street. Felicia waved to her, then turned back and started walking, preparing for the massive chewing out she was set to receive.