“Come on! Hurry up! I’m not going to help you you know.” Lydia chided. She could finally feel the little patter of feet walking up her belly, and cautiously navigating around her belly button. They’d spent ages climbing up between her legs, using her pubes to try and climb up from ground level onto her body. At one point she thought they were going to get stuck down there but they seemed to have all made it up with their cargo. She craned her head up slightly but wasn’t able to see her tiny friends over the swell of her boobs, that swam on the top of her chest as she lay on her back, covering a good part of the suburbs. She was pretty sure her butt had completely obliterated the mall. That was fun.
Lydia was thick and soft. She had always been self conscious, but since her growth… well now, she was the standard. She was what everyone should desire. She was a goddess who could lay your town to waste with a misplaced step, so if you didn’t like it you needed to change your attitude. It had been less than 24hrs since the growth, and she was getting very used to it. It was important that everyone else caught up with her perspective quickly.
There were tiny bodies climbing her boob now. They were coming up directly from her stomach, so she couldn’t see them until they reached the soft summit of her tit. Despite being so small their tiny feet indented the surface, like walking across a water bed. Lydia looked at them and smiled. These girls. They had grown too, but not nearly as much. They were probably fifty feet tall but they looked absolutely insignificant as they gingerly made their way across the plateau.
“That’s it girls, bring them all up and put them down.”
The tiny giantesses dropped armfuls of vehicles onto her boob. God, they were really tiny. As soon as they were put down, a couple of car doors open and minuscule people ran out.
“Girls! You gotta catch them! I can’t touch them they’ll squish.” Lydia watched as the tiny giantesses ran around trying to collect the little runaways. She couldn’t resist…
“TITQUAKE!” She cried as she gently shimmied her chest. Her boobs jiggled side to side, barely a wiggle to her, but to those standing on top of them, it was as if the earth was shaking violently. Lydia giggled, causing more falling. There was a tiny many standing next to her nipple. Was he bowing down? Worshiping? Suddenly Lydia felt wet. Her nipple began to stiffen, its surface puckering up under her little disciple, its tip beginning to grow over his head. She gently moved her hand down to her crotch and began to stroke through her soft pubes.
“I could do with a bit more of that.” she whispered. “Why don’t you all join him.”