Boom. Boom. Boom. The ground was shaking. Clara was scared. Everything was so god awfully
big. The Matress towered up at least 5 meters high next to her. The chest of drawers that still
contained John was propably 50 meters tall. She looked around fearfully. A mountain of clothes was
lying about 60 meters away on the floor. Would she be able to reach it?
Boom, boom it came from the door. With an ear shattering groan it swung open. Boom. Boom. With
two gargantuan steps the giantess entered the room.
Scared stiff, Clara just watched those absurdly large feet crash onto the floor boards. Legs twice as
thick as a bridge pier led up to wide hips, a flat belly, an ample bosom and then a familiar, cute and
ever smiling face. She knew the face. This was Vanessa, Clara's best friend.
The giantess stroked a strand of black hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She was
looking directly at Clara who was struggling not to wet herself from fear.
Boom. Boom. With two steps Vanessa was above her tiny prey. "Hey there, little girl.", Vanessa
cooed, her smile growing even wider.
Clara watched in horror as a gargantuan foot rose and swung above her. She had to move. Clara
ducked to the side, sprinted a few meters and made a roll forwards. Boom! Clara could feel the
wind of Vanessa's foot crashing down where she'd been standing only moments earlier. "Oops, I
nearly flattened you there, didn't I?", Vanessa said from above.
"Please take care where you step Vanessa.", Clara said dropping to her knees. Her heart was
pounding in her chest. "Oh, don't worry. I will.", and with that, Vanessa rose her foot above Clara
and brought it down until Clara was pinned.
She couldn't breath. She had to get out of here. Vanessa would crush her. She couldn't breath.
"Shhh", said Vanessa in a reassuring tone, "I mean you know harm."
I mean you no harm. The absurdity of the statement made Clara mad.
Feeling the pressure increase Clara felt like her last moment had come. She collected all her
strength that was left to let out a last scream.
"Noooooooooo!", Clara screamed into the room. She was awake. She could breath again, though
her breaths were as heavy as if she'd just made a 200 meter sprint. She was drenched in sweat.
'What a terrible experience', she thought.
Sinking back onto the pillow Clara thought about the dream. It was awkwardly clear to her that the
dream had been a reflection upon what she did to Lea last night and it filled her with regret. How
could she let herself go in such a way?
She remembered how good it felt, letting go, but she wasn't quite sure now if it had been worth it.
She remembered how she almost crushed Lea to death. She couldn't understand why it was turning
her on so much. Even thinking about it now she could feel the arousal build up inside her. No, Clara
decided. She would have to protect little Lea from herself. She was such a sweet and innocent girl.
Clara forced herself to get up. Daylight was allready dripping in from behind the courtains and a
look to the watch told Clara that it was half past eight allready. Clara put on some new clothes for
today, leaving the old ones in a pile in front of the matress and opened the courtains. A Beautiful
day.
She carefully took the pillow from the shelf but Lea wasn't on it anymore. She grabbed the chair
from the desk and climbed on it to be able to scan the shelf from eye level. Behind a box with
drawing appurtenances Clara found her. The little girl was sitting on the wood, her arms around her
knees, rocking back and forth. Clara took her and climbed down from the chair. Lea looked like she
hadn't slept at all. Tears were rolling from her red swollen eyes, over dark shadows down her rosy
cheeks.
Clara felt her eyes burn. "I'm so sorry.", she said as she started sobbing. She pressed the tiny girl
against her chest and cried. They both cried. After a while Clara withdrew little Lea from her chest
to inspect her for injuries. She had to constantly wipe the tears from her eyes to be able to see. Lea
was bruised over and over. "Why.", Lea wispered, "Why did you do this?"
"I dont know.", Clara said between sobs, "Some thing is wrong with me. I have never done this to
anybody, or anything. I don't know, I completely lost controll yesterday. Oh Lea, I'm so sorry."
"You...you almost killed me!", Lea said bewildered, "I thought you'd be nice. I thought you'd not
hurt me. I thought you'd...you know. You could be my big awsome friend." Lea was breathless
when she said the word 'friend' but Clara raised her head at the word.
"Can you forgive me?", Clara looked Lea into the eyes. She had hope. But she knew it would take
long to repair the feelings she'd crushed yesterday. But Lea said nothing.
They were interrupted by a tiny rumble from Lea's stomach. She groaned and put her hands on her
tummy. "Uhoh", Clara said, "Somebody is hungry."
Just in that moment a bigger rumble shook Clara's body. Lea stared terrified at Clara's stomach and
Clara couldn't help but smile a little. "Let's have break fast.", Clara decided.
"I'm sorry I destroyed your dress. If you are cold just say something, mhhkay?", Clara looked at Lea
as she carried her downstairs into the kitchen. She seemed to be handling it pretty well. Lea wasn't
crying anymore but she was still shivering with fear.
Clara felt the urge to kiss her, but she knew she'd have to resist or Lea would freak out. After
putting Lea on the glass table in the kitchen Clara distracted herself by putting the food on the table.
Bread, Cheese, Milk, Ham. After she cooked herself some tea, Clara sat down at the table and
buttered a piece of toast. Lea was still standing there at the edge of the table, just staring back.
"Come on, Lea. You have to eat something.", Clara exhorted her but Lea only looked around at the
mountains of food that Clara had provided before emptily staring back at her again. "Allright.",
Clara said, "Let's see if you can reject this." And she walked over to the fridge and returned with a
little piece of lemon pie in her hand. She put it right infront of Lea and observed if it would have the
desired effect.
To Clara it was much less than a mouth full but it looked like Lea would take at least three days to
eat it all up. The cake had sugar icing on top and it smelled fantastic. Clara heard Lea's stomach
make a noise as the tiny girl looked at the delicious treat. Then there was no restraining anymore.
Lea let herself fall to her knees and dug her little hands into the pie. She broke off a piece of icing
and knead it into the dough before pressing the far too large bite into her little mouth.
Clara's heart was jumping with relief as she observed. It looked so sweet: The cute little girl
amongst those giant pieces of food, eagerly shoving hands full of pie into herself. Clara ducked
under the glass table to see her from beneath. She could see Lea's tiny naked but pressing against
the thick glass top. Oh, so sweet. She imagined her own naked butt pressing Lea against the glass
and she felt her libido rise again.
Quickly, Clara rose up again from under the table. She knew were this was leading but she would
spare Lea today if she could. Lea didn't notice how Clara uneasily shifted in her chair. She looked
so tiny and helpless.
Stop this! Clara got up. "I, uh, I have to go to the bathroom.", she lied, "be right back. Enjoy the
cake." Clara almost ran out of the kitchen. She took some deep breaths before climbing the stairs.
Walking through the hallway towards the bathroom she came by the large armoire where Jasper
stored his clothes. She was going to crouch down and peek under it before she stopped herself.
"No.", she said, awkwardly aware of the fact that she was talking aloud to herself.
'Cool off', she thought, 'get your freaking head straight.' She entered the bathroom, undressed and
went straight for the shower. She turned the handle to the right as far as it went and took deep
breaths as the ice cold water ran down her naked body. Her right hand pounded the tiles on the floor
until it hurt really bad. The cold water and the aching hand helped her get her mind back on track.
When she stepped out of the shower Clara was still shivering. From cold this time, not anticipation.
She was cool again. Clara dried herself with a towel and got dressed. It felt good, having a clear
mind.
When she came out of the bathroom she noticed a little mouse-man standing in the middle of the
hall way, jawdropped and terrified, staring at her.
Clara sighed. So many temptations in this damn house. "Run.", she suggested and she stomped her
right foot onto floor boards to give it a little more weight. The man dropped the pieces of cloth that
he'd been carrying, spun around and ran for his life.
Clara took a few steps to scoop up and look at what he had dropped. It was a shirt and a pair of
trowsers, both seemingly made from a colorfull collection of threats of various textiles around the
house. With the clothes she returned to the kitchen.
Lea's face was sprinkled with pie and icing and Clara smiled at the sight. To her astonishment Lea
had eaten half of the pie, but now she was full and just sitting next to it holding her belly.
"I brought you some clothes.", Clara said friendly. She dropped the shirt and trwosers next to Lea.
The tiny girl went to get dressed imediately. It was a bit large but it fit.
The crunching sound of the toast being pulped by Clara's maw made Lea spin around fearfully. She
watched in horror as a piece of toast almost as big as herself was being ground into paste between
Clara's molars.
"Oh, I'm sorry.", Clara said a little awkward and continued to eat with a closed mouth. "So, you
liked the pie?", she asked. It was a long pause before Lea spoke: "I have never eaten anything that
was even half as tasty as that pie."
"I'm glad you liked it.", Clara smiled, "Did you ever have pie before?" Clara wanted to keep the
conversation going and avoid the awkward silence. "No", Lea said after a shorter pause, "You
allways keep it in the fridge. We can't get to it. I have smelled it many times and I allways longed
for tasting it but until today that has been an un fulfillable dream. "
"If you want some more, you can allways ask me." Clara tried to cheer Lea up. Lea seemed to have
lightened up a bit allready from the treat and not having to be naked anymore but Clara could tell
that she was still filled with fear.
"What can I do to get that fearfull look off your face?" Clara said and smiled the warmest and most
reassuring smile that she could give. Lea stared up at her, dumbstruck. Filled with hate, she asked
sarcastically: "I don't know, can you unrape me?"
Clara cupped her mouth with both her hands in shock. Her eyes were burning like fire and it wasn't
long before tears were rolling down her cheeks again. Lea looked up at her with a mixture of hate,
disappointment, fear and emptiness on her face.
Clara couldn't watch it anymore. She burried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. For
minutes she just sat there and cried. She was muttering things that neither Lea nor Clara could
comprehend and when she lifted her head and let her hands sink onto the table her face looked
swollen like she had been in a sauna for three consecutive days.
Clara stared out of the window, not saying anything.