This is the sequel to 'Janice in the City', and as with that story, this one
is violent and messy.
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Janice and Pam: Ladies Night
By Scott Grildrig
30-Jul-1993
Janice ran.
Her every stride covered a quarter of a mile.
Her barefeet gouged out huge prints in the soft earth.
Just eight hours earlier she had been just another young woman, just another
person, enjoying a warm summer day, floating in the bay. But a quirk of nature
had caught her in some strange transformation. The rolling waters had turned
into a bubbling cauldron, and that magic potion had taken a nice young lady and
turned her into an awesome eight hundred foot tall goddess.
Over the course of the day she had shed inhibition after inhibition, realizing
the power and the pleasure of her brobdignagian body in a lilliputian world.
Now she ran across the countryside, crushing houses, trees, farms, with fine
impunity. For she had seen that the bay was not drained of its potency, and
realized that she wanted to share her newfound power. Her best friend Pam was a
brash young woman. Janice was sure she would leap at the opportunity to share
her friend's wonderous discovery.
Nor was she mistaken.
Janice thundered towards Pam's house, clearing entire hills with ease,
occasionally diverting her path to crush a house, a car, or a lone fleeing
little man under her pounding feet.
Suddenly she stopped.
She looked down, mildly astonished.
And laughed delightedly.
Pam's bright yellow 1976 Ford Pinto was unmistakable. A little yellow deathtrap
that Janice had always hated having to ride in. The car was parked on the top of
a little hill, and Pam was standing on the car's roof, wildly waving her little
arms.
Janice squatted down and held out her right hand for Pam, who leapt onto her
palm without hesitation, hauling a heavy duffle bag along with her. Then she
started shouting. But Janice shook her head, she couldn't understand a word and
there wasn't time to talk if she wanted to get Pam back to the Bay before
sunset. But there was time for one thing. With a mischievious grin Janice
reached out with her left hand for that wretched little car. Pam was looking
peeved, but was helpless as her gigantic friend closed her hand on the car and
crushed it in her fist. Opening her hand Janice admired the crushed and ruined
blob with approval, then cast it aside. On her palm, Pam stomped one tiny foot
and yelled at her. But Janice only smiled and stood up. Cupping her hands
together she raced back to the bay, this time taking no detours. Taking great
care with her precious passenger.
The sun was still an hour from setting when they reached the beach. Wading into
the water Janice located the bubbling spot, and stopped. She was a little afraid
of risking more contact with the stuff. Pam seemed to understand. and she threw
her dufflebag into the bay and dove in after it. Struggling with her clothing
and the bag, she swam into the strange water.
The transformation was swift.
Startling actually.
Once instant Pam was struggling in deep waters. The next she was climbing to her
feet, sputtering, water raining from her clothes. She pulled a jar out of the
dufflebag and filled it with the water, closed it and threw it in the bag. Then
she turned and stared at Janice who threw her arms open and laughed.
Suddenly they were in each other's arms, hugging tightly, both of them laughing
and talking at the same time.
Then Pam took a step back, and glanced up and down Janice's nude body. "I like
your outfit." she said.
Janice struck a pose and batted her eyes, "Do you really? It's all the rage for
women over a hundred feet tall." Then she noticed the dufflebag. "Did you bring
clothes?"
"Just some playthings." said Pam, "You're not feeling modest are you?"
"Well..."
"Oh hell, hang on." and Pam began to strip. Unbuttoning her blouse she took it
off and tossed it onto the beach. Her sneakers and jeans followed a moment
later, then her bra and panties. Naked and beautiful she combed her fingers
through her long brown hair and let Janice look at her.
Pam was a gorgeous sight. About the same height as Janice, with rich brown hair
that curled about her shoulders. Her eyes were a provokative black, her lips
full and red. She had a voluptuous body, full firm breasts only a little smaller
than Janice's imposing 42D's, a well kept, strong body. She worked out at the
health clubs more often than Janice. Her ass was an artist's dream, and her
snatch was black and lush; whereas Janice's was almost auburn and soft as down.
The women regarded each other silently. They were good friends, and had seen
each other naked before. But this was different. Something else was happening.
Then Pam giggled like a schoolgirl, breaking the spell. And stepping forward,
dragging the dufflebag, she took Janice by the arm. "Come on." she said, "Let's
talk." And together they waded out of the water and sat down on the ultrasoft
sand of the beach, their long legs stretched out before them, dipping their
barefeet in the tiny waves. And while the sun fell and evening settled into
night, Janice explained everything about the day: how she came for a relaxing
swim, the strange water, her confusion, and then her lust.
Pam nodded her head, and kept silent for the whole story. "Yeah," she said, when
Janice was done, "You made all the news stations. I'll bet the whole country
watched you having your way with the damned city." and she grinned evilly, "So
much for censorship, the news stations didn't cut a fucking thing. You really
went to town." And Janice blushed. "What?" Pam hooted, "You're not embarassed.
Girl, it's too late for that. Besides, I want you to show me all your tricks.
Especially that crushfest you had. You must have stepped on the News van, 'cause
the picture suddenly went black. The radio's carried it though. God, the screams
were awesome. You really scared the shit out of a lot of tiny people."
Janice looked up, "How did you know I would come looking for you?"
Pam sighed, "I didn't. I hoped, that was all. But when I heard that you were
heading my way I took a chance and floored Horsey all the way to that hill top."
Then she reached out and punched Janice in the arm, "You bitch! You fuckin'
broke my car!"
"Uh huh." said Janice and smiled wickedly. Pam giggled and lay back on the
ground. Her head resting in the parking lot. The little lights shining about her
face. Janice also laid down, on her side, her elbow on the ground, her head
resting on her hand.
Pam sighed, "God, we are going to bust this place up tomorrow."
"Why wait? Are you tired?"
Pam raised her head, "No way. Hey, you wanna do a night raid on that abused
little city of yours?"
"Absolutely..."
They didn't need prompting, they got up, and following the coast, headed towards
the bright lights.
Towards the city...
* * * * * *
It was a beautiful night. The moon was nearly full, the sky was clear, and a
restful breeze wafted in from the ocean. Hand in hand Janice and Pam sauntered
along one of the eight lane arterials into the city. Not so much for the
guidence, but because the little lights illuminated the things they were
stepping on. Janice was surprised, there was still a suprising amount of
activity, traffic and the like, despite the terrible destruction she had wrought
earlier. Pam tried to explain the logistics of large scale evacuations, the
impossibility of sustaining groups of people numbering in the millions away from
the cities.
"Oh, they'll evacuate the cities", said Pam "whenever they figure out where
we're headed. But even when they succeed, which won't be often, the people won't
be able to go far. They'll just be a little more spread out.
"I am worried about two things. We can't live on a diet of little people
forever. And sooner or later someone is going to think to send the military
after us."
Janice gasped, "They'll kill us."
"Nah." said Pam, "Look, get a few things straight. It's physically impossible
for us to be this size; to even get to be this size. And even when you grant
that we are this size, you didn't even so much as break a fingernail during your
reign of terror in this toy-sized burg. Something weird is happening, almost
magical. I don't think we have to worry about the military knocking us off. But
we do have to worry about them wiping out the local populations as they attempt
to knock us off.
"In fact" she smirked "I'm kinda looking forward to playing war with a real
toy-sized army." And she stomped on a semi truck for emphasis.
Janice stopped, and Pam, still holding her hand stopped and looked at her, then
looked around. They were on the verges of the city.
It was a pretty sight.
The buildings (those that remained) glowing bravely in the night. The countless
diminuative street lights, which didn't even reach to the ankles of the girls,
cast bright little patches of radiance, looking like yellow rivers converging on
the city. And along those rivers rode tiny red and white lights. Mostly white.
It seemed they had been anticipated, but too late.
"See" said Pam, "They're all jammed up. And if we busted up all the big roads
out of the city, nothing would move."
"I get it." answered Janice, "Now watch. In order to avoid getting crunched in
their cars, most of the people are going to get out and run back into the city.
In a few minutes we're going to have another good-sized mob."
Which was pretty much the way it went, though Janice carefully stepped on one or
two of the cars whose occupants had not fled to better urge on the others. Pam
watched this deliberate herding of tiny people with a growing appreciation.
Janice had been considerably changed by her experiance. After about twenty
minutes, they were a quarter mile further into the city, and following an
impressive crowd of people.
Pam stared fascinated at the tiny screaming mob. There were so many of them, and
they were so small. With avarice in her eyes Janice took a step towards them and
raised her right foot.
"No! Wait!", Pam cried and Janice stopped, andglanced at her in surprise. "I
want to watch." said Pam, and she fell to her knees, placing her head near to
the ground.
Janice giggled, and lowered her barefoot. Her heel struck the road first,
cracking it, squashing several people instantly. Pam watched breathlessly as
Janice lowered her foot further, casting a dark shadow over her victims. Her
high arch spared some people for a moment. Pam saw tiny people running, falling,
some held up their arms, as though their puny strength could suffice to ward off
the incalculable weight of Janice's foot. Those under the ball of her foot were
squashed without mercy, as were those under her great toes.
Then Janice leaned forward onto her foot, which spread a little to take her
weight. The road bed bucked and cracked, Janice's foot sank into it like soft
dirt. Little squirts of crimson and gore rayed outwards from her foot, and tiny
mashed bodies oozed up slowly between her long lovely toes. Then Janice lifted
up onto the ball of her foot, tiny bodies and grease-spots stuck to her heel or
lay mashed in the bottom of her footprint. Lazily she twisted her foot from side
to side, grinding the remains of her victims into paste.
Pam stood up slowly, her face filled with awe. "My god, Janice." she whispered,
"That's fuckin' fantastic. Can I try?"
Janice laughed, "Can I watch?"
Pam nodded her, still a bit dazed. She looked down at the thronging helpless
mob, and slowly raised her right foot. Then she hesitated.
These weren't bugs.
They were people.
Real, honest to god, everyday people. And she had been one of them just an hour
or so ago. She stared at them, wondering what it was like looking up at eight
hundred feet of woman. Looking up at her foot. She sensed the gut wrenching
terror that they must be feeling. After all why should she be any more merciful
than Janice?
Why indeed?
She had made her choice. She wanted this. She wanted to be a goddess. And bet
that despite their promised fate, there were more than a few miniature hard-ons
in that crowd. She was an achingly beautiful woman, and this was her initiation.
She grinned at Janice, who was waiting for her to start, and looking down,
slowly lowered her foot; carefully, gently, as softly as she was able, until she
felt the first tickles. It was hard, holding this pose, balanced on her left
foot. But Pam held on a moment longer, then slowly and cruelly pressed down.
For a moment, the pressure built, as scores of tiny bodies resisted the mounting
pressure of her colossal barefoot. Then suddenly, with little pops and crunches,
her foot settled lower, crushing the little people into goosh. Pam felt the
street crack and sink as she crushed it too, then the gory remains under her
feet squirted out and rose between her toes like warm mud. Between her big and
second toe, one tiny man who had somehow survived, was washed into view by the
grim tide. Pam felt no pity for him. Blowing him a little kiss, and clenching
her shapely toes together, she burst him like a grape.
Janice clapped her hands and laughed. Pam laughed too, and reaching out again
with her barefoot, stepped on some more, slowly dragging her foot back, leaving
a gory trail of squashed little bodies.
With sexual excitment flashing in her eyes Pam turned back to Janice. "Show me
the city." she said. Janice got up and they went deeping into the forest of
buildings...
They made up games: Who Could Cover the Most Cars with a Single Step, Who Could
Flush the Most People Out of a Building, and a real heart stopper for the
besieged city -- Tag.
Janice slapped Pam on the butt, and took off yelling "You're it!" Pam stood
still for a moment in shock, then with a whoop took off after her. Cars, buses,
people, and houses exploded under their great feet, but they didn't give a fuck.
That was the game: being a giantess meant not worrying about what or who got in
your way, in fact it meant delighting in what and who got in your way. Once, Pam
thrust her entire arm through a building to tag Janice. Janice chased Pam and
tackled, her smashing a full city block. The two gargantuan women darted, hid
behind buildings, and ambushed at intersections.
They had a blast.
Pam stopped. "Hey Janice!" she shouted, "Come're!."
"What?" said Janice, walking around a building, "Oh..."
There, suspended nearly sixty stories above the ground, were two tiny window
washers. Working in one of those bench-like things descending from cables hung
from the top of the building. God alone knew what the two halt-inch tall men
were doing at that hour. But there they were.
Pam bent over till her face was mere inches (to her) away from the cowering
little workers. "GENTLEMEN," she said, delighting in their terror at the volume
of her voice, "I'M PAM, AND THIS IS JANICE. WANNA ROCK WITH A COUPLE OF 'BIG'
GIRLS?" and she and Janice giggled wickedly.
"COME ON GUYS." Pam leered, "DON'T YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?" and cupping her hands
under her breasts she thrust them forward, so all the two tiny men could see
were her titanic tits, they cowered down against the bench, hiding from Pam's
lusty gaze.
"HEY, ME TOO." said Janice, and the two women crowded their awesome breasts
around the terrified little men. "WHICH ARE BETTER, MINE OR PAM'S?" But the men,
though they could not take their eyes off the giantesses, made no move.
Pam humphed, "GEE, GUYS, NOTHING TO SAY?" she tilted her head and smiled coyly,
"HERE, TAKE A CLOSER LOOK!" and she pressed her right breast forward until her
nipple brushed the tiny bench, rocking it wildly. Janice giggled.
Using her erect nipple, which was enormous, Pam lifted the tiny bench, then
dropped it again. "COME ON GUYS. ME AND JANICE ARE FEELING HORNY."
"YAH, I'D SHOW SOME INTEREST" Janice warned them, "OR PAM MIGHT GET BORED. AND
THAT COULD BE BAD."
"JANICE."
"YES PAM."
"WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF I SORTA...LEEEEEANED FORWARD." and she
swatted the bench with her nipple again.
"HMMMM...I THINK WE'D HAVE A COUPLE SQUASHED LITTLE MEN. BUT WHAT IF ONE OF THEM
CRAWLED ONTO YOUR NIPPLE?"
"THAT MIGHT BE NICE. WHAT DO YOU THINK FELLAS? YOU MIGHT LAST A FEW MORE MINUTES
IF YOU PLAY WITH US." and she jiggled her tits slightly, slamming the bench from
side to side.
Suddenly one of the tiny men leapt from the bench, maybe he meant to dash
himself to bits on the streets far below, but he landed on Pam's nipple and
clung to it tightly.
"OHHHHHHH" moaned Pam, and she turned to Janice, "HE'S GOT A GOOD GRIP FOR SUCH
A PEA-SIZED LITTLE MAN." and closing her eyes she undulated and stretched, her
great breasts swaying slowly from side to side, which only made the terrified
man wrap his arms and legs tighter. Janice stared at him, hanging there from her
friend's lovely bare breast. She was getting aroused watching Pam get aroused.
Suddenly, on an impulse Janice bent her head and engulfed Pam's nipple, tiny man
and all, in her hot humid mouth. Pam's eyes snapped open and she gasped, then a
long lazy smile spread across her face, and she pushed her breast up into
Janice's face. Janice growled and nipped at Pam's nipple, then massaged it with
her tongue.
When she raised her head she held the tiny man between her lips. Pam stared at
her friend for a long moment, the tip of her tongue poked out and rolled along
her upper lip. Slowly she leaned forward, their eyes met and locked, Pam opened
her mouth slightly and they kissed. Their breasts were warm and pliant upon each
other, their bodies were electric with excitment. The girls passed the tiny man
between their mouths like gum, wrestling over him with their tongues. His
shrieks of bottomless horror only raised their ardor higher. Now growling they
began fighting playfully over their little morsal.
Alas, the game became a bit too rough.
Their little playmate was torn in two.
Pam and Janice, their eyes still locked, slowly chewed their pieces and
swallowed. Then, hesitatingly Pam reached out and gently cupped Janice's breasts
in her hands. Janice sighed and placed her own hands atop Pam's and pressed them
into her warm flesh. For a while they quietly fondled each other, exploring each
other's bodies. Pam whispered, "This is extraordinary." and Janice smiled and
said, "We're extraordinary." Then glancing at the building Janice laughed. Pam
followed her gaze.
The other little man was still cowering in his bench. Janice reached out and
plucked him from there between her fingers. Holding him up she asked, "WHAT DO
YOU WANT TO DO WITH HIM?" Pam looked down on him sweetly, "I WANT HIM INSIDE OF
ME." she leaned down, her breath washing over him like a furnace, "I WANT TO
SWALLOW HIM ALIVE WITH MY HAIRY CUNT." she paused and licked her lips slowly,
"AND THEN I WANT TO CRUSH HIM, LIKE THE INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE BUG THAT HE IS."
Her unabashed lust for him unmanned her tiny victim utterly, and he screamed and
howled and struggled vainly between Janice's fingers.
Janice smiled evily and both girls dropped to their knees, then Pam sat back and
spread her legs, while Janice hunched forward. Pam's cunt was forested in lush
black hair, carefully trimmed and neat. Her vulva was swollen with desire, and
with her fingers Pam spread and distended her lips, which glistened wetly in the
city lights.
"OH MY" said Janice conversationaly to the little man, "PAM CERTAINLY LOOKS
READY FOR YOU. WOW, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SUCH A BIG CUNT? AND SOOOO HUNGRY, LOOK
IT'S DROOLING FOR YOU."
Pam spread her labia with her fingers, reveling her mighty vagina. And Janice
placed the little man near to it, her face itself, now only inches from Pam's
pussy.
"HAVE YOU EVER GONE CAVE EXPLORING, LITTLE MAN? CERTAINLY NOT IN ONE AS HUGE AND
WET AS THIS ONE. CAN YOU SMELL IT? PAM'S CUNT WANTS YOU. AND I WANT HER TO HAVE
YOU." and she placed him between the folds of Pam's labia, against her vagina,
and with her forefinger pushed him in to about his waist.
"THERE" said Janice, "ISN'T THAT WARM AND SNUG? A BIT STICKY PERHAPS, I'M AFRAID
YOUR CLOTHES ARE RUINED."
"I CAN FEEL HIM" sighed Pam, "HE'S SO TINY. BUT I CAN FEEL HIM."
"CAN YOU SUCK HIM INSIDE?" asked Janice.
"WAIT....WAIT....AHHHHH...YESSSSS."
Janice looked down just in time to see Pam's vagina undulate, pushing the
screaming little man out a little, then drawing him in to his armpits. Leaning
down some more Janice laughed at his plight. "OH DEAR, LITTLE MAN, YOU REALLY
SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH BIG GIRLS IF YOU CAN'T TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES. SCREAMING
WON'T HELP. PAM'S CUNT IS GOING TO EAT YOU. BUT YOU CAN SCREAM IF YOU WANT. IT
TURNS US ON."
The little man pried vainly at the puckered flush of Pam's huge vagina, and she
moaned and lolled her head back. Then her body tensed, the tiny man moved out,
then in up to his neck. One arm trapped inside of Pam's body, the other she used
to scoop away the clinging creams of her sexual lust. All the while writhing and
choking and shrieking for mercy.
"I WOULDN'T THRASH ABOUT SO MUCH." Janice warned him, "YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING
FOR PAM'S RETRAINT."
And as if on cue, Pam tensed again, the tiny man pushed out, Janice leaned
forward, gave him a quick kiss and said, "GOODBYE." And with a little slurp Pam
engulfed him whole, drawing him into herself with ease.
Pam began to groan, holding her breasts she pinched and pulled her nipples. Her
body glowed with the exertion of her arousal. Janice watched for a moment, then
dipped her face into her friend's cunt and lapped at her clitoris.
Inside her cunt the tiny man writhed wildly, trying to get back out. Unaware
that his exertions were registering with his giant captor. Unaware how she
focused on them, pleasured in them. Suddenly the hot wet flesh convulsed,
squeezing him from every direction...relaxed...squeezed again, harder. The next
contraction was his last.
Pam screamed, her right arm flailed about, her hand questing, found a bus and
crumpled it up like tinfoil. Her thighs gripped Janice's head and her hips
bucked as she rode the rising tide of her orgasm. Held there against her cunt,
Janice heard the tiny squeek and liquid crunch that signaled Pam's vagina
crushing its tiny occupant to pudding. When she started back down from her high
Janice nibbled lightly at Pam's clit, and sent her rocketing back, her vagina
further pulping her tiny man. Then, extricating her head Janice plunged her
first two fingers into Pam's sopping cunt. Finding the limp little body she
ground it into paste, rubbing it against back and forth, fucking Pam with it.
Scooping out the horribly mangled remains Janice climbed up and straddled Pam
with her legs, and showed her the remains of her passion. Pam looked at the
gooey remains of the little man, her body still tingly with the power of the
orgasm that had crushed him so completely. Looking into Janice's eyes she opened
her mouth. Janice grinned and stuck her fingers into Pam's mouth. Pam wrapped
her lips around Janice's two fingers, and Janice slowly withdraw her them,
glistening with saliva, but clean. Then Janice laid upon Pam, and they kissed
again, sharing the little morsal between them, luxeriating in the afterglow of
their ardor.
Relaxed.
Together.
They fell asleep in their embrace.
In a full day of carange between two giantesses, almost half a million people
had been crushed or eaten. That left nearly three million remaining, and many of
the roads from the city were demolished. Janice and Pam slept without
interruption, but not without visitors. A few tiny men, drawn to their awesome
splendor, despite their gut twisting fear, dared approach the colossal girls.
It was a mistake.
Janice skooched over in her sleep to get more comfortable, unknowingly crushing
several little men under her shifting weight. One unlucky little voyeur was
trapped under her soft mons. He pointless little attempts to get free impinged
his presence on Janice's dreams, and with a little coo of pleasure she ground
him to mush under her pussy. After that no one bothered the girls...
When morning came, Pam and Janice awoke.
Feeling refreshed.
And hungry.
And horny.
Once more the city reeled in panic....
* * * * *
It was an orgy.
Two colossal women, and a cast of millions.
Set against the backdrop of a miniature city.
"CATCH!" laughed Pam, and Janice opened her mouth and snapped the little man out
of midair. She tossed another one back, but Pam missed, and he fell shrieking
over her left shoulder. They experimented with ways of punishing their little
man pets.
Janice set one between each of her toes and curled them slowly till her tiny
playmates popped like grapes. Pam pursued single individuals through the city,
herding them, terrifying them until stepping on them. Janice made some little
men form a line. Then she described what she was going to do to them. One tiny
man made a vain dash for freedom, but Janice's fist landed on him like a bomb,
splattering him. Pam tried to see how many little men she could insert into her
vagina without crushing them (or orgasming, which ended up being the same
thing). Janice found the she could insinuate the legs of a tiny man under the
hood over her clitoris and hold him there, driven to destraction by the
wonderful sensations. The girls experimented with tribadism and tried with
little success to pass tiny men between their cunts, squealing with delight as
each one was ground to mush between their colossals vulvas. They crushed their
victims between their breasts, smothered them, smeared them, used them like
lubricating jelly. They crushed hundreds under their enormous bodies whenever
they made love, or carelessly demolished buildings.
It took two days and a night, but in the end they reduced the city to rubble.
Knocked over every building, stepped on every house, crushed hundreds of
thousands of cars and people. It was hard work, but their giantess bodies
confired upon them giantess appetites and giantess endurance. They were
nymphomaniacs with the power to do as they pleased. And when the city was gone,
they were ready to move on and begin anew.
Janice wanted to impose herself on the ships in the bay, and play with some of
the suspension bridges. Pam wanted to head inland where she believed an army was
building. They argued about it for awhile, then sought out a tiny man and made
him decide. He chose for Pam, and Janice crushed him under her barefoot. But
then Pam went and got the dufflebag that she had brought, and pulled out a pair
of five inch high stilleto heeled open toe sandles, and a pair of thigh high
black leather boots with leather laces and four inch high heels. Another
diminutive little man was chosen, and Janice took the boots. With a snarl Pam
squashed the little man in her fist. There were other items in the bag, but
except for a ankle braclette for Pam, this satified them for the moment.
Janice sat down and pulled on each boot. The leather smelled rich and warm in
the summer sun, it hugged her legs nicely and her feet were snug in the boots.
She laced them and stood back up, the very image of a goddess: incredibly
gigantic, naked and gorgeous, booted from thigh to heel. Lifting her right foot
she stomped on a tiny car...left foot...car...right foot...house. Swaying her
hips she danced, jiggling her tremendous breasts, rocking the earth with every
step. Pam laughed and clapped her hands in time, and tossed little cars for
Janice to trample. After a while Janice settled down, smiling, her hands idly
roaming over her body, the innumerable tiny playthings under her brobdingnagian
ass crushed and forgotten. She watched Pam.
Pam slipped into her sandles and pondered what she should do. She felt the power
in her stilletto heels and grinned with delight. The heel alone was more than
fifty feet tall, the sole of the shoe was about that wide and nearly eighty feet
long. Raising her foot she placed the tip of her heel on the flat roof of a
nearby building and pressed down. Her heel pierced it easily, sinking through
floor after floor with delicious smashing, crunching noises, until her foot
rested on the ground. People in the building saw her heel crashing through first
the ceiling, then the floor, widening as the base of her heel plunged down. She
glanced down with amusement, hands on her hips, admiring her work. Then raising
her foot a tiny bit, Pam lifted her toes, and grinned wickedly as the heel
exploded out the front of the building, raining ruin into the street below. She
stepped on the remains, grinding it to dust under the ball of her foot.
Both girls tested out their footwear, noticing that while sensation was
diminished, the crunching breaking noises of cars and buildings was much
improved. Also, where they had padded comparatively quietly in barefeet, the
shoes made deep loud crunching noises with every step. It was strange, they felt
more dangerous, which was a joke, and they laughed about it. Then they looked
around for some tiny men (who were finally becoming rather scarce). They found
one and convinced him to turn on a car radio full blast.
It confirmed Pam's suspicions.
There was an army east of the city.
Tanks, infanty, rockets. Everything that the little people could muster in a
desparate rush. Pam nodded her head and crushed the car in her hand, never
hearing the tiny scream from the little man inside. The girls confired. Janice
trusted Pam. Nothing could harm them. They would have their own way with an army
of little men.
"Like playing with dolls." Pam laughed.
They combed their hair with their fingers, brushed the dust from their footwear,
and checked each other out.
They looked good.
Nasty.
Gloriously naked and ready for more fun.
Thus, suitably unattired, the girls left the city.
Heading east.
* * * * *
Janice and Pam were in no hurry.
The fringes of the city gave way to suburbs, and they played a game, stepping
from house to house, first to miss one losing. There was the wonderous sensation
of striding through a forest, trees not even reaching halfway up their calves.
It was such a splendid experience that Pam took off her sandles for a while,
just to enjoy feeling whole trees crushed and broken under her lovely barefeet,
like flowers in a field.
Further away from the city they discovered farmhouses and barns, and toyed with
them a little, pulling their roofs off to look inside. Janice plucked a silo
from the ground and after some passionate wrestling, the girls declared it a
passable dildo.
A country-side winery was a delightful find. And while the great vats were small
by their standards, there was enough for them to get a few sips. When they left,
nothing remained of the place but broken ruins spread about the pits of their
gigantic footprints.
Then about forty miles out from the city, Pam stopped and directed Janice's
attention towards the horizon: Thousands upon thousands of infantry. Hundreds of
tanks and jeeps.
They had found their little army.
* * * * * *
Tim stared in awe.
The two women were almost five miles away.
But they were as clearly visible as if they were only twenty feet distant.
Naked and awesome they stood there, obviously measuring up the opposition, and
by the smiles and giggles, apparently not real impressed with it. The brunette
pointed at a line of infantry just ahead of his position, then she rubbed her
flat belly and licked her lips. Tim blanched as he realized what they were
insinuating. Command had not let slip any details about the two, but the media
was going nuts over them, and the rumors were unstoppable. But if their gigantic
size, their nudity, and demener did not betray their intentions, then the thigh
boots and high-heels clinched it. These girls were ready for fun. The blonde
must have been impatient, because she tugged at her friend's arm, and started
walking forward.
It was incredible.
The ground shook under their feet.
And as they approached, they grew larger, and larger, and larger, until Tim
wanted to start screaming in blind panic. Obviously someone in command felt the
same way, because all at once, every tank, battery and gun let loose at once.
* * * * *
It was like blowing sand.
Janice spread her arms wide, and let it carass her breasts.
Pam spread her legs wider, and laughed.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU, JANICE?", she said "NO PROBLEM."
"UMMMMMM." Janice purred, "THEY'RE NOT BEING VERY NICE, THOUGH."
"GEE, YOU'RE RIGHT. WANNA TEACH THEM A LESSON?"
"UH, HUH."
* * * * *
Tim stared in shock as the gigantic women took everything that the army could
toss at them with casual ease. Then the blonde, Janice, took a step forward, and
stepped on a gun emplacement. Her booted foot sank deep into the ground, and
when she lifted in, nothing remained but metal scrap coated in gore. Meanwhile,
the other one, Pam, came towards Tim's position. He looked up and up, as she
reared over him. Her shapely legs were long tan towers reaching up to her auburn
furred cunt almost four hundred feet up. Her colossal vulva was swollen with
passion, and glistened about its enormous lips with her juices. Higher up her
titanic breasts hung vast and heavy, tipped with nipples the size of her thumb.
And higher still he looked.
Tim nearly fainted.
She was looking right at him.
Her black eyes nailed him to the ground like a bug.
He felt infinitely vulnerable under her gaze, and he shrieked and covered his
face. There was a rush of wind, the ground rocked, involuntarily he dropped his
hands and howled in terror as Pam's colossal fingers dipped down and plucked him
from his little trench.
* * * * * *
Pam examined her little catch.
The barrage continued, but she ignored it.
She poked at the half inch tall man with her finger, toyed with her mercilessly.
Then she had an inspiration. A delightfully nasty idea.
* * * * * *
Tim cowered under Pam's ungentle proddings.
He was too scared to even try to escape.
Then suddenly, the torture stopped.
At first he thought she was going to put him back onto the ground. But her hand
hesitated near her right foot. It was colossal, the heel was the height of a
building, the foot rode the steep arch to the ball of her foot. Her enormous
toes peeked out of the front of the sandle, which was red. As he watched, Pam
loosened the ankle strap, and raised her heel. Then she dropped him in the gap.
He slid down the steep ramp, until he collided with her soft wrinkled sole, far,
far below.
Her barefoot was everywhere, extending twenty some odd feet to either side and
rising over him like a cliff. Tim screamed and clawed at the sandle leather,
desperately trying to escape. The sandle rocked, and he sensed that she was
standing up. Then, slowly, horribly, her barefoot began to press down. The
pressure building, darkness falling as her foot shut out the light. The pressure
increased, then held. Tim struggled and writhed, unable to breath, unable to
scream. He couldn't believe it could get any worse.
Then her foot became a mountain.
He felt his guts gushing from his body.
There was a flash of lightning...
* * * * * *
Pam stood up.
Then she slowly pressed down with her foot. Reveling in the pathetic squirming
of her little victim. It felt delicious, the way he tickled the bottom of her
foot. But she wanted him to crunch for her, and she stepped fully down, lifting
her left foot off the ground. He squashed wonderfully, turning into a warm
creamy mess under the ball of her foot, that oozed down under her toes. She
wiggled her foot in it hoping he had apprecitated that she had to mess up her
fine sandles to squash him so nicely. Then she went to look for more playtoys,
forgetting about him, and with every step Pam, she took further reduced Tim to
gory mash under her long luscious toes.
Meanwhile, Janice had made up a different game. Going about the field she picked
up tiny men and stuck them into the thighband of her sexy boots. She made a ring
of them around each colossal thigh. The lucky ones (lucky by her reasoning)
being on her inner thigh, where they had a fantastic view of her awesome cunt.
Then she plucked up a little man, roughly stripped him using her long
fingernails, and thust him feet first into her vagina.
Feet spread, carelessly crushing men and machines, and hands on her hips, Janice
looked down between her legs and gave her tiny audience something to watch. The
little men screamed and struggled and watched in horror as Janice slowly
swallowed their companion. Her cream drenching him, her labia pressing against
him. He choked helplessly on her copius fluids, fought vainly against the
incessant sucking of her vagina. Janice disdainfully ignored his best efforts
and drew him into her body.
Closing her eyes she concentrated on her tiny dildo.
It wasn't a big orgasm.
It was big enough.
Her cunt convulsed, and her captive audience heard the final shriek and the
popping crunch of their companion. Reaching between her legs Janice ejected her
latest victim into the palm of her hand, and showed his crushed and mangled body
to her little guests. Then she dropped it onto the ground and stepped on it. And
without moving her foot said sweetly, "OOOOH, HE FELT NICE. BUT I GUESS HE
COULDN'T HANDLE MY LITTLE PUSSY'S LOVE HUG. HMMMM, MY PUSSY WANTS TO TRY
ANOTHER. ANY VOLUNTEERS?" and she laughed and reached out for another little
man.
Suddenly Janice felt Pam's arms around her.
Pam's thigh slipped between her legs, and Janice coo'ed at the delightful
sensation of the tiny men being crushed between them. Turning around Janice
smiled and hugged Pam. Together they laid down on the ground, laughing with joy,
rolling like children. Thousands were caught under the ground shaking crush of
their bodies. They never noticed when the barrage stopped, when the sea of men
dissolved into panic, fleeing for their lives.
Then Pam stopped their roll.
She reached over and unlaced Janice's boots, scraping the remains of the little
men off her thighs. Then Janice removed Pam's sandles, and snatching a little
man, mischieviously inserted him between two of Pam's toes. Pam giggled, and
holding her foot up so Janice could watch, slowly curled her toes until the
little man burst. Janice stared intensly for a moment, then leaned forward and
took Pam's toes in her mouth. Pam squirmed while Janice's tongue worked. And
when Janice leaned back, she licked her lips slowly. Pam's toes were wet with
saliva, and clean.
Pam leaned forward, and pressed Janice back onto the ground, then stood up.
Using her heel, she gouged a deep pit into the ground. Then she went and
gathered as many little soldiers as she could (which was a lot), and piled them
into the hole. Finally done, she knelt down on Janice, straddling her hips with
her tan thighs.
Reaching into the hole Pam lifted out a tiny man, she ungently ripped his
clothes off with her finger nails, and plopped him whole and wriggling into her
mouth. Then she laid down across Janice, who opened her mouth in anticipation.
They kissed long and hard, wrestling over their shared morsal with their
tongues. The faintly heard screams of their helpless victim sending little
shocks of pleasure into their loins. Finally, Pam sat up, and watched, aroused
as Janice swallowed the little man whole.
This time Pam took a handful of men, sprinkling them onto Janice's enormous
42D's, then she settled down again, laying her own enormous mounds atop them
all. Gazing into each others eyes the girls slowly ground their breasts
together. Their great nipples crushing any unfortunate that got in their way.
And every squashed man added warm lubrication, increasing the pleasure. Sending
delicious sensations through their nipples. When Pam sat up, both girls were
panting with exertion, their tits were smeared with the remains of scores of
smushed little men.
Another handful.
Pam leaned back. Janice pulled her right leg out from under her friend and laid
it across Pam's left leg. Both girls watched intently as Pam poured dozens of
tiny men between their crotches. Slowly the two mammoth cunts closed together,
trapping little men between their titanic vulva's, between the hot moist folds
in their labia's, tangled in great coarse pubic hairs. One man squirmed madly
under Janice's clit and she lolled her head back and moaned with pleasure.
The two enormous cunts pressed tightly together, most of those that weren't
simply crushed to paste, were drowned in the gushing flow of their mingled
juices. Janice's little masturbator had the fine pleasure of being horribly
squashed between the girl's gigantic clits.
The warm gory mess made everything slippery, heightened every feeling. Their
tribadism grew more intense. The delightful bursting sensations diminished. Pam
violently crammed two more handfuls between her and Janice. The wanted to orgasm
together, to cum on the crushed bodies of their little victims. The girls began
to whimper, to moan, they sweated with the effort.
Then Pam backed off.
Janice stared with glazed eyes.
Pam was having difficulty focusing, too.
But she grabbed two more little men.
One she stuck in her mouth, and the other in Janice's.
Then Pam turned and sat on Janice's face, and dove, herself, for Janices lovely
cunt. With difficulty, both girls inserted their little men, then began
feasting. Their great hairy cunts swallowed their victims with one terrible
gulp. Powerful vaginal muscles gripped their miniature prey. Tongues worked
feverishly.
The passion mounted.
Mounted.
Crested.
With a shriek Pam orgasmed. Her cunt squashed it's little tidbit without mercy.
Janice groaned and yelled and turned her own little guest into goosh. Then they
orgasmed again. And again. Their mighty vaginas chewing the little men, crushing
and squashing them. They probed each others cunts with their fingers, further
mashing their victims beyond recognition.
Rolling off Janice, Pam turned around, and the girls fed each other. Then
embraced and kissed somemore. It had been a long day. Night fell, and they
slept.
In the morning they played some more, until only a few dozen little men
remained. Pam thought for a moment, then prompted by an urge, shared an idea
with Janice. Giggling like schoolgirls they squatted over the little hole.
"WE'RE SORRY FELLOWS" said Pam, "BUT WE'RE DONE FOR NOW."
"YAH" laughed Janice, "WE HAD FUN."
"IT SEEMS A SHAME..."
"WHAT DOES?"
"WELL, THEY'VE WAITED ALL NIGHT FOR US TO PLAY WITH THEM, AND NOW WE'RE
LEAVING."
Janice laughed, "WE SHOULD GIVE THEM SOMETHING."
"GOOD IDEA" said Pam, "HEY, GUYS. WE LOVE YOU. NOW HOLD TIGHT."
And suddenly both girls let loose a stream of piss. The streams crashed into the
hole, tossing tiny men everywhere, spinning them in the rising liquid. The girls
watched the men drown then stood up.
"Now we go to the harbor, right?" said Janice.
Pam glanced at Janice, then at herself. "I guess we need a bath."
"Yah. And I have this idea for the bridges..."
Together they left the scene of their tremendous orgy.
Heading west...
The end...again...(for now)