The story had left mostly everyone stunned. It was Trisha who had walked over to Justin, bending down and placing her hands on his. The blonde woman squeezed his hands reassuringly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm so, so sorry such a thing happened to you." She soothed with a slightly shaky voice. "You're a very brave young man to have gone through that and come here to share your tale." She then gave him a hug.
"Um...Th...Thank you, ma'am." Justin stammered, hugging the woman back awkwardly.
The larger guess were still quiet after ingestion Justin's story, all with different thoughts. The story had put Gwen in deep thought making her space out a bit. That's... That's really messed up... She thought, referring to the amputated tinies' tale. She was open to messing with Trish, humiliating her and showing her she was large and in charge but hearing what this tiny went through didn't feel right to her at all. Plus, Trisha liked the things she did to her.
Gwen heard someone pull up their nose and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Oh great. The Princess is about to cry, she thought. It was really her distaste for the blonde that made her roll her eyes more than anything else. Gwen didn't see herself as the emotional type like Trish but figured if she was that type, she'd at least be tearing up as well.
Turning her head, Gwen saw it was actually Bree who was sniffing and rubbing her damp eyes with her fingers but to Gwen's shock, the Snob's eyes were more dazed than dewy. Not a single tear in them.
Weird.
"Bree, are you alright?" Karynn asked in a motherly tone.
Bree let out a hiccup like gasp, tears flowing down her face before she bursted into full on sobs.
"Oh no..." Karynn said softy with a concern look, glancing over at Mike who reciprocated the look. Nodding his head in confirmation, he was grabbed gentle from Karynn's shoulder and placed on the table, watching his titanic coworker's monolithic figure get up.
"Shhh... Shhh... It's OK Bree..." Karynn cooed, rubbing the sobbing girl's back.
Thomas had moved closer to Bree's crying form peering up at her sympathetically. With her head bent down, he felt himself getting wet from her splashing tears. "Hey Bree. It's alright." He found himself yelling, forgetting for a second he had a megaphone in his hand.
Blair sighed. Shit. If this girl saw the things I did back then... She thought. For a brief moment, she began reminiscing back when she use to rampage. How utterly terrified the little citizens were of her simply when she walked. Their little bodies flailing as each of her careless steps rocked their little Earth. She could only imagine the absolute unmitigated fear they felt when they gazed up and up and up her mighty being. Some probably moved from their old cities to get away from giantesses like her only to find a huge one like herself. Fuck me! She thought, feeling that all too familiar heat between her sizable thighs.
Tiffany didn't really care about the tinies' story. She had mutilated tinies many times before but did feel kind of funny hearing the story. She couldn't help but look at Thomas and back at the tiny a few times. To her, they kind of looked alike. Then a horrid realization came to Tiffany's mind. What if Thomas didn't have his legs no more? Tiffany didn't like that. She wanted Thomas with his legs!
Bree calmed down a bit with not only Thomas and Karynn by her side but Anika and Mildred soothing her, too. Wiping a eye, Bree apologized. "I... I'm...sorry..." She sniffed, addressing Justin. "Dammit! I'm... I'm such a baby!" She wiped her other eye, taking a breath to compose herself. "It's just your story is so sad and you went through all of that when you were just a kid and you're so amazing to just... just... be here, despite what you went through. You even dedicated your life to make a difference so people your size wouldn't have to suffer. You're like Batman!"
Justin couldn't help but smile sheepishly at the comment. "Heh. Thanks a lot."
Bree leaned in over both Justin and Trisha, the two being enveloped by the shadow of the giant girl's rather generous rack. Gwen beamed immediately at the sight. Whoa! Bree could totally crush Trish with those big titties of hers!
"I mean it!" Bree exclaimed. In her still emotional state, her usually soft voice boomed terribly down at Justin and Trisha who covered their ears in discomfort. It didn't help any that Bree was so close to them.
Bree covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!" She said, reverting back to her softer tone.
Gwen was grinning madly. That was kinda hot. She felt a temptation to push Bree and have her crush Trish but figured that would be kinda mean to Bree plus the other tiny would get crushed, too.
Justin looked back up at the giantess. The teenager in him granted him with an erection as he gazed up at this especially busty titaness. There was no doubt in his mind he could rest on just one of her boobs.
"Yeah. Well, I appreciate your kindness. Thank you all for listening to my story."
It was Blair who felt something irregular. "Hey, Princess. You all right?" She asked looking at the blonde girl. "You've been quiet for some time." She said.
That had gotten everyone to look at Cecilia who had seem like she was in a trance.
"Is she alright?" Mike asked.
"Cecilia?" Bree reluctantly tapped the blonde's shoulder, remember how she snapped last time she was touched.
It had did the trick well enough for Cecilia to blink a few times. "Oh. Yes?" She asked.
"You alright?" Mildred inquired. "You seem like you were out of it."
Cecilia's face flushed a bit. Another strange sign the group picked up on. "My apologies. I was deep in thought." Getting up, the wealthy girl stared at Justin and politely bowed her head. "I am very sorry about the incident that happened to you. If you may excuse me everyone, I must go." She then lowered her hand outward, waiting for Anika and Mildred to board it. They exchanged quizzical looks with each other before they boarded the giant hand.
"Hey!" Gwen shouted. "Those are Tiffany's pets. You can't just take them!"
"Um, actually, we're not." Anika said through her megaphone. "Cecilia is going to take us back to our city."
Thomas quickly glanced up at Tiffany in fright who looked visibly upset. To his surprise, Tiffany yelled, "Y-Yeah! Thomas likes them so give them back!"
"No! No! No!" Thomas quickly intervene using his megaphone. "You can take them back, Lia."
"But... But Thomas..." Tiffany stammered down at the man.
"It's OK, Tiff. You... Ah..." He thought quickly putting down the megaphone. "I only need you as a friend."
To his relief, Tiffany beamed. "OK! You can take them!"
---
They had all left the building with Karynn, Mike and Justin staying behind as Karynn cleaned the room and to speak with the security guard she had mentioned.
"We got another meeting next Tuesday, everyone." She had told them.
"We'll try not to be late this time." Mike piped in.
Outside the building, the group had stood in the front before they were going to departure home.
"Didn't think Karynn was serious when she told us the next meeting would be different. It was definitely different alright." Blair said.
Bree nodded, looking up at the statuesque woman. "I just wish the best for Justin. How could that woman be so... so... evil."
"It's a evil world." Blair replied simply. "He'll be okay, though."
Thomas, who sat on Tiffany's shoulder Indian style was contemplating what he had just heard from the meeting. His heart ached for the boy but he couldn't help but wonder about that cruel giant that left him in that tragic state. He had thought Beverly was cold but that woman who amputated him sounded like a genuine sociopath. He had heard about giants in such suits like Justin had mentioned, fighting armies in his world. Morbid curiosity invaded his mind.
"Um, hey." Thomas shouted. The giantesses all drew their attention down to the little man on the redheaded child's shoulder, getting a bit closer to Tiffany to hear him better. Tiffany in response to the other's closeness averted her head to the ground. "What were those women called again? The one Justin talked about?" He didn't know why he was asking but couldn't help himself.
"Oh, you mean the Valkyries?" Gwen said.
"Yeah. So what's the deal with them?"
Bree lowered herself to his level giving Thomas something of a sympathetic look. "Thomas, maybe it's better you didn't know too much about them. Let's just leave it at that. I mean, you heard what Justin went through..."
"They fight your armies and make sure you smaller people don't have any weapons that can kill us when we do rampages." Blair answered casually. The appalled look she got from Bree simply made her shrug.
"What? He asked. "
"Uh, sorry. I should have been more specific. I meant what's the deal with their technology? I've seen pics of it a few times and it looks like some high tech stuff."
"You mean you guys don't have technology like that?" Bree inquired.
"Well that depends. What can their equipment actually do?"
"Shit, what can't their equipment do." Blair sighed. "A flexible suit that can generate force fields, a tangible holographic computer that can detect heat signatures, laser guns that can demolish whole tiny cities by theirselves and that's just the basic gear."
"Wait, are you serious?! Suits that can generate force fields and holograms you can physically interact with?!" Thomas exclaimed.
Blair nodded. "Yeah. That's right."
"That's... That's incredible! As far as I know, we don't have those things! I'm surprise you guys don't use advance technology like that in your everyday lives."
Blair smiled. "We use to back in the past actually but then wars became more common. Shit spiraled out of control, women went mad with power. That type of stuff."
This was fascinating news to Thomas. To think people his size were advancing as the years went by yet the giants had regress instead due to war. Is that why they had taken their culture and way of living? He had so many questions.
Gwen grabbed her head in fustrastion. "Ugh! Can we stop with the nerd talk, already?" She exclaimed. "We're out of school for a reason and that's not to learn."
"Um... Actually, I wanted to ask, what do you guys think was wrong with Cecilia?" Bree said.
Gwen scoffed, folding her arms. "Who cares."
"The story was too intense for her, maybe?" Blair said.
"Again, who cares."
"You know Gwen, she might seem mean and stuck up but I think she just has a hard time making friends." Bree stated.
This brought a smirk to Gwen's face. "Yeah, a hard time making friends with normal sized people."
"You... Really don't like her, do you?" Thomas said looking up at the giant brunette.
"Nope. Anyways, I was thinking you, me, and Tiffany could chill at a restaurant and you know, just... talk." Gwen said. She then turned to Bree. "You can come too Bree, if ya want."
"Uh, sure." Bree responded.
"Well, I'll see you all next Tuesday, then." Blair waved, reaching in her pocket to pull out a bunch of keys.
As the gang bid her goodbye, they watched her clear two blocks before enter a rather luxurious looking sports car of deep orange.
"Ohmigosh, she is so cool..." Gwen mumbled.
---
Cecilia sat in her limousine, brooding. Her chauffeuse, Mary, stared at her in confusion. It was already strange that Cecilia had chosen to actually sit in the passenger seat right next to her but the fact that she had sat there for about three minutes without saying a word, eyes spaced out and holding two tiny women was even stranger. Recuperating from the shock of seeing her boss sit next to her, she spoke. "Are you alright, Madame?"
There was no response.
"Madame?"
She wanted to touch her shoulder but she was scared to. While Cecilia treated her with respect, the girl was known for having a sharp tongue when triggering one of her quirks and one of those quirks was her being touched without her permission.
The dirty blonde chauffeuse lowered her eyes to the two little women in her bosses' hands.
---
Anika and Mildred felt a chill run down their spines now being in the sight of another unknown giantess. From her black uniform hat, blazer, white gloves and pants, they could tell she was Cecilia's driver.
What they couldn't tell was that if she was a friend or foe...
The blonde woman lowered herself, her face masked with concern yet her movement was enough to cause both girls to scream.
"Do you know what happened to the Mademoiselle?" She queried, seemingly unconcern with their consternation of her.
Anika gulped looking up at the azure eyes of the woman. Like most of the other giants, she was rather beautiful and her French accent would have definitely lured any man at the campus. If she were normal size that is...
"We... we... don't know. S... she was like this at the meeting and when she was walking back here." Anika stammered. With Cecilia in this state, she didn't feel safe at all.
The woman gulped then nodded. Reluctantly, she tapped Cecilia's shoulder and when that didn't work, she proceeded to shake her.
"Wha..." Cecilia muttered.
"Madame! Dieu Merci! You had me worried!" Mary exclaimed.
"Um, are you alright?" Mildred asked. "Why do you keep zoning out like that?"
Cecilia bit her bottom lip. "I... It's nothing you have to concern yourselves with."
Mildred pondered for a second. "Does it have anything to do with the story Justin told us?"
Cecilia turned her head towards the car window quickly.
"It does, doesn't it!" Anika exclaimed. "Look, I know you've just met us but from what we've seen, you seem really sweet and you're helping us get back to our home so can we at least help you, too? Talking about your problems is a great way to feel better, ya know?"
For a few seconds, Cecilia didn't respond.
"Mary, get out!" Cecilia suddenly barked.
The chauffeuse eyes widened in bewilderment. What had she done?! Was it the shoulder shaking?
"But... But... Madame...!"
"Out!" Cecilia repeated, pointing out the door. "I need you to walk away and far away from the limousine. I will call you on my phone when we're done. This is a private conversation I do not wish for you to hear."
Mary didn't wait any longer and walked out the limousine. Cecilia watched her leave until she couldn't see her from the limousine window no longer. She then sighed looking down at the smaller girls.
"Please. What I am about to tell you must be kept a secret."
---
Tiffany did not want to do this.
She really did not want to do this.
She could barely talk to girls her own age yet here she was, walking down a busy street with the brown haired girl and the girl with the white headphones. She wanted to go home but now she was walking behind them, pushing her bike whilst Thomas sat comfortably on her shoulders. Why didn't she say something when the rough girl invited her and Thomas to hang out with her?
"Tiff." It was Thomas. She took the little man from her shoulder with one hand to get a better look at him. "Why don't you say something to them? You know, start a conversation."
Tiffany shook her head adamantly. "No! I wanna go home."
The little man sighed. "Come on, Tiff. You're not like this while your around me or Brooke."
"Why are we going with them anyways?!" Tiffany half whispered half blurted out. "We did the meeting thingy so why can't we go home now?"
"Tiff. Do you have any friends at school?" Thomas asked.
"O... Of course I do! I have like a gazillion friends!"
Thomas smirked. "Alright. Name four."
Tiffany's eyes darted left to right nervously as if she had been caught in a lie. "Um, there's Barbie. Cinderella. Um, Twilight and um... Franky.
Thomas nodded and for a second, Tiffany thought he bought her lie. "So let me get this straight. You're friends with Barbie from Barbie. Cinderella from Disney. Twilight from My Little Pony Friendship is Magic and let me guess, Franky came from Monster High to join the party."
Oh no. Tiffany thought.
Thomas shook his head. "I don't know what's sadder, that you used such obvious names or the fact that you underestimated my knowledge of cartoons."
"Sorry." Tiffany mumbled.
Sitting down in her palm, Thomas sighed. "Tiffany, I could tell your not someone who makes friends easily. Think of this as a chance to do it."
"But I'm scared, Thomas."
Thomas turned around to look at Bree and Gwen. "You have nothing to be scared of..." He paused, eyes in bewilderment at what he saw. " Oh my God, what the hell are they doing... "
---
Jiggle...
Jiggle...
Jiggle...
They were subtle given the heavy duty bra Bree was probably wearing but a close observation from Gwen was enough to tell that Bree's substantial assets bounced with every step she took. She couldn't believe she didn't recognize how big Bree's breasts were and the discovery she made at the meeting seeing Trisha almost get bulldozed by such breasts. She wouldn't let her discovery be left half-baked.
Gwen pulled Trisha out from her pocket walking closer to Bree's side, hands behind her back in something of a innocent jester.
A complete contradiction of her soon to be not-so-innocent jester.
"Hey Bree." Gwen started looking up at the older girl.
Bree, who had been walking casually with her hands gripping the bookbag straps that rested on her shoulders turned to the shorter girl whilst continuing her stride. "Yeah?"
Gwen gave her a cheery smile. "Has anyone told you you're very pretty?"
"Oh," Bree's eyes darted side to side, her cheeks becoming very red. "Thank you?"
"I mean it! You're in great shape, too. Really great shape. I hope I get a body like yours when I'm older."
"Uh... um..." Bree stammered. She didn't know what was going on.
Gwen giggled. "Aw, don't be so embarrassed! I'm not hitting on you or anything, I just think you look really good! Especially with that nice rack of yours."
"I... Uh... Gwen I don't know what to say to that... Wait, why are you getting so close to me? Gwen?!" Before Bree knew it, Gwen pivoted from behind her and groped her breasts!
---
Trisha laid content in Gwen's pocket eyes closed, hands folded on her lap. She was meditating albeit without the stereotypical folding of the legs instead laying on her back inside the soft cotton material of the pocket as if it was a hammock. Even without opening her eyes, she felt the presence of Gwen's fingers entering her fibrous chamber and coil around her body. For what felt like a few seconds, she was trapped inside her owner's slightly sweaty palm with Gwen's sweat seeping through the thin fabric of her blue dress. The sweat made her want to scratch a bit but Gwen's powerful grip on her made her arms immobile.
The familiar rush of being lifted didn't faze Trisha in the slightest for she was use to it but then she was blinded by the sunlight for a while only to be replaced by a glimpse of an approaching fabric of something grey, red and lumpy?
To Trisha's horror, she could make out the red as a Deadpool insignia like the one Bree wore today at the meeting.
No.
Gwen wouldn't.
"GWE..." Trisha didn't finished before her body was smothered into the monstrous mammary that was Bree's breast.
---
Gwen smiled lewdly as she massaged the bulbous boobs tenderly. Her left hand and one of Bree's tit made two loaves of bread that sandwiched a squirming Trisha.
"Oh my God, Gwen! What the hell are you doing?!" Bree yelled. Her immediate action was to pry Gwen off but then felt an abnormal wiggling on her left breast. "Is... Is... that Trisha!? Oh my God, let go!!! People are watching us!!!"
Bree pulled away frantically but the preteen held on tight. She knew Bree probably could have used more strength to detach herself giving that she was older, taller and far stronger but she was probably afraid any movement would cause Trisha to fall. Not that Gwen would let that happen.
"Awww, but there so big and squishy!" Gwen tittered giving the breasts and Trisha a good squeeze, unconcerned by the women and girls who stopped to stare at them. "Don't know why you don't wear more tops to show 'em off."
---
Trisha couldn't breath. She whimpered tearlessly feeling her body endure the assault of being smoshed into Bree's massive boob. The consecutive up and down motion of Gwen's hand pummeling her small body to this giant girl's well endowed chest made her extremely uncomfortable and Trisha couldn't help but feel violated. She flinched with every fondle. She struggled pitifully with her tiny arms and legs sinking in the giant tit with no harm to it's owner. She squirmed for all she was worth but eventually she gave in to fatigue from the bosom absorbing her struggles. Dropping her arms, she began sobbing right when her face took another impact from the breast.
She did not like this. Trisha had found overly voluptuous women was not her cup of tea since the day she had hit puberty yet here she was being bashed by the ample chest of one and even worse, one that was more than twenty times her size!
---
Thomas watched the lewd display with confusion. He contemplated whether he should tell Tiffany to close her eyes or not but decided she probably didn't understand what Gwen was doing to Bree.
"Er... Tiff, let's just find a restaurant. They'll catch up."
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