I dangled beneath Fulda’s hand, her fingers still pinched on the back collar of my shirt, and regarded my titanic girlfriend’s face. It was as beautiful as ever, for sure, but there was a hint of mania in her eyes as she watched me swing back and forth helplessly in her grip. Briefly I risked a quick glance down. Though most of my view was obscured by Fulda’s ample breasts and the cleavage between them I could see the floor far below, certainly far enough down that I would be dashed to pieces on the floor. If not, someone would no doubt finish the job after.
The music still blared, almost as loudly as Fulda’s stomps had a moment ago, and I could tell by the grin on her face that she still wanted to dance. I didn’t know how it was going to work, seeing as Fulda towered over me more than most buildings now, but I figured she had an idea. She always did.
As though she were on cue Fulda began lowering me away from her face, her statuesque form looming more over me as I went. To my disappointment she bypassed her breasts entirely, and they eclipsed my whole view upward when I was below them. She guided me along to her back, keeping me in contact with her taut side, until I was centered above her butt. Her perfectly round, toned behind grew larger while Fulda lowered me toward it, and I gulped in trepidation. With me unable to resist, she placed me in the valley between her buttocks, gave me a firm push into her dress, and let go.
I hung on for dear life while the enormous mounds of her ass shook gently, and I looked up from my perch on her butt to see her peeking down at me over her shoulder, giggling. “You grab my butt a lot,” Fulda began, “so I thought I’d let my butt grab you!” She flexed her posterior, smushing me between her butt cheeks for a moment before letting me go. The heat from that brief second was enough to make beads of sweat form on my head, and fatigue became apparent in my arms.
Fulda started to sway her hips back and forth, shaking her butt in a hypnotic pattern, and I did my best to hang on. Each time she changed direction her buttocks shifted slightly, bumping me back and forth while she danced, and the thin fabric of her dress moved with it. I constantly had to adjust my grip to keep from falling to the ground while Fulda gyrated, her ass trying to throw me off at each turn. Briefly she bent her knees and dipped, forcing me out of the canyon between her butt cheeks, and I nearly touched the ground while I desperately dangled from her dress.
Abruptly she stood back up, and I just managed to keep my hold. Two resounding claps of her palms slapping her knees reached me, and my eyes widened in panic. Knowing what was next I shouted, “No Fulda, don’t!” but my protest fell on deaf ears. Fulda dropped her ass violently, nearly forcing me off just from that, then abruptly raised it again. Her butt shook on either side, making waves through her dress that battered me harshly. At the top she changed direction, jarring me hard once more as my legs flew up behind me and my bones shook. I clenched my teeth, not knowing how long this would last, while all around me her monumental butt shook, shaking me with it.
After what seemed like an eternity the twerking stopped, and my fingers had gone numb from holding my white-knuckled grip on her butt for so long. Before I could relax though the world around me went dark, and I turned to see what blocked the light. A few inches behind me was a wall of acid-washed denim, terminating just below me in a rough line where someone had cut it off, with several loose strings dangling. I looked up to see Anni, who normally towered over me already, absolutely dominating my view in every direction. She glanced down, and a mean smirk twitched on her face when her light brown eyes spotted me still clinging between Fulda’s buttocks.
Anni stepped closer until her skirt pushed me into Fulda’s dress, then placed her hands on either side of her. Fulda’s butt compressed, squeezing me slightly, then clamped down around me when Anni delivered a strong slap to each of her butt cheeks. While they jiggled and jostled me Anni slid her hands forward to Fulda’s hips, firming up her grip and taking control of her ass. Fulda pressed her butt into Anni, smushing me between the two of them, and began to gyrate once more. The other titaness reciprocated, and I started to feel nauseated. My temperature spiked while the giantesses grinded on each other, and I did my best to not get crushed by Fulda’s ass or Anni’s hips.
Entirely too much time passed before they decided they were done dancing, and when the indomitable wall of Anni finally stepped away I was drenched in sweat. My exhausted arms burned from keeping me aloft, and I was only able to keep my grip because opening my fingers would be too much effort. Fulda gave her butt one more shake, sandwiching me between her cheeks a final time before deciding my torment was over for now.
Fulda’s fingers came over the crest of her ass, and I was powerless to resist her seizing me by the waist with her thumb and forefinger. With the same ease that she might brush off some paper she plucked me out from between her buttocks, breaking my iron grip on her dress, and held me at chest height. Each time her heels clicked on the floor her breasts bounced hypnotically, drawing my attention. The ceaseless jiggling under that blue dress kept my eyes so well I didn’t even care where she was taking me, as long as I got to watch this while she went.
Too soon the trip was over, and Fulda lowered me away from her chest. She gently set me down and released her grasp on me, then withdrew her impossibly long arm to brush the side of her dress down against her leg. “That was a hell of a time, Anni,” she declared, looking at her enormous friend. “I’m gonna go get us some punch.” With that she spun around and left, leaving me to sort out my new surroundings alone.
I found myself on a broad plane of white fabric, but to say I was alone would be wholly incorrect. To my left a pair of gray eyes peered down at me from underneath a mop of blond hair pulled back into a braid, pale skin dully reflecting the blue lights from the dance floor – Alyssa was no longer just a little bit taller than me. On my right a mountain of muscle rose up until it was capped by jet black hair wrapped into a bun. Mary wasn’t exactly my biggest fan, and I was not excited about being left with her. Before me Anni pulled back a chair and sat down, the knee of an incredibly long leg banging against the underside of the table when she crossed her legs. She looked down at me with a smug smirk, and I grew very uncomfortable.
I looked down at my shoes and scratched the back of my neck, wishing Fulda had shrank me down to nothing just so I wouldn’t be under the gaze of these three giantesses. “So, um, you all look… big?” I offered nervously, trying to break the tension. Sharp movement in the corner of my eye got my attention, and reflexively I jumped to the side. The instant my feet set down an enormous crash overwhelmed my ears and I was knocked prone, my teeth chattering from the concussive force. On either side of me two tremendous fingers stretched, framing Alyssa between the tips, with the webbing nearly on top of me.
Mary let out a disappointed “Hmph” and withdrew her hand, leaving me in the open. I stood up with my ears still ringing and looked around in a daze. Alyssa’s hand was over mine, pointing right at Mary, while her mouth moved as though she were shouting. I couldn’t hear anything, but from the look on her face I gathered that she was reprimanding her for trying to smash me. In response the enormous attempted murderer crossed her arms and sulked, apparently no longer interested in flattening me.
Before I could take heart that Alyssa was apparently defending me, Anni stretched out her arm in my direction. Quickly she set her hand down next to me, her middle finger cocked back with the tip resting against her thumb. I turned just when she released her finger, sending it flying right into my midsection. My body bent inward, conforming to the contour of her finger tip for the brief moment it was in contact with me before I was launched flying by it. Pain wracked my body as I sailed through the air, and continued after I made contact with a chair back. For a moment I imprinted on the chair’s cushion before falling down into the middle of the seat.
I clutched my stomach where Anni had struck me, but everything else roared with pain as well. The soft blue light of the auditorium stung my eyes through tears, and I remained immobile on the seat cushion. Neither the blow nor the fall had paralyzed me, that much was certain – if it had I wouldn’t have been in agony from head to toe. As I lay in torment I only wished that Mary hadn’t missed, and I were a stain on her palm. At least that wouldn’t hurt.
Suddenly the blue light filtering down to me was blotted out, and I cleared the tears from my eyes to see what was happening. My mouth dropped. Fulda was towering over me, facing the table, her monumental height giving the impression of an actual mountain. Quickly I looked down and saw the top of her calves, the knees of her exquisitely long legs far above the chair’s platform. I looked back up to see her smoothing her dress around her fantastic butt, preparing to sit in what she thought was an empty seat.
I tried to scream, yell, anything to get her attention, but Anni had knocked all the air from my lungs. While I sputtered helplessly Fulda bent her knees, positioning her perfect ass directly over me. Her butt raced toward me, quickly blotting out everything else with the thin layer of strained blue fabric that barely covered it. If I’m going to die at this size, I told myself, there are definitely worse ways to go.
“Fulda, wait!” Alyssa shouted, reaching out to seize Fulda’s hand. I hadn’t realized that my ears started working again, but this was as good a time as any. The meteoric plummet of Fulda’s butt stopped mere inches away from me – close enough to feel the heat coming off it. I reached up with both my hands and planted them firmly on the butt cheek above me, fooling myself that it would actually do something if she sat all the way down. “Don’t sit down just yet!”
“And why not?” Fulda asked tersely. “My feet hurt from dancing in these heels.”
“Well, um,” Alyssa began, not sure how to finish. “While you were away your boyfriend jumped into the chair.” Fulda’s ass continued to hover over me, threatening to destroy me with one stray movement. “We all told him not to, said that it’s dangerous, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to surprise you.” Typical. Alyssa wouldn’t sell out her friends, but she did save my life, so I couldn’t be too mad at her. My girlfriend’s immaculate butt remained above, blotting out everything else, and I could see the strain of the individual strands as the threads conformed to the gentle curves of her rear.
To my relief Fulda stood, freeing me from the impending doom of being smashed beneath her butt. I hadn’t really considered the possibility of too much ass before, but if there were ever a candidate that was it. Pain still wracked my body, but when my titanic girlfriend turned around and I saw her face looking down at me I felt some sense of relief. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw me in the middle of her seat, right where she had nearly set her butt down.
Fulda knelt, leaning slightly over the chair when her knee thudded against the tile. I struggled to stand, basking in the warmth of her smile, and looked up at her hopefully. “You’re right, that would have been a surprise,” she declared, resting her chin on one hand while she set the other down next to me. “Can you imagine the look on my face if I had felt you crunch beneath my ass?” Surreptitiously she extended a finger from her free hand toward me. “Or yours, when I set my ass down on you?” Fulda’s friends peered around her and the table, trying to get a good view of what was happening.
Without warning her finger shot forward, striking me in the chest like a loose log. I staggered backward only to be hit again, sending me further toward the edge of the chair. Before I could recover my balance Fulda prodded me again, sending me careening toward the edge. Just before I fell off the edge she pulled her hand from under her chin, catching me with a single finger and pushing me back toward the center. With a waiting finger Fulda shoved me again, stopping me from moving forward and pushing me back toward her other hand. For several minutes she went back and forth, batting me between her fingers like a cat playing with a mouse. The grin on Fulda’s face reflected a similar sentiment.
Finally Fulda held a finger out straight and shoved me into it, clotheslining me and ending the battery. As I laid on my back she knelt further until her face was nearly touching mine, her cold blue eye nearly engulfing my head. She ran her gigantic eye along my body then sat up in mock shock. “Why, you’re in pain!” she declared, not entirely wrong. “Someone must have been mistreating my bug of a boyfriend!” Her acting skills made me glad she was gifted at math and sports.
Before I could play along she reached down and seized my leg between two fingers, then yanked me out of the chair. “Getting you in some ice should help that!” she said while I dangled by one leg. I screamed while she whipped me around as she turned to face the table, and my leg was nearly yanked out of its socket when I finally came to a stop. My mood did not improve when I looked down and saw that I was being held above an enormous vat of red punch with some ice cubes floating in it, secured by Fulda’s hand.
Fulda opened her fingers, and for an instant I freefell until I landed in her drink. The chilled liquid shocked my system, having so recently been warmed by her butt, and it felt like needles being shoved through every pore in my skin. Clumsily I thrashed in the punch, kicking and clawing my way to the surface from under an ice cube the size of my body. After several seconds my head emerged from beneath the surface, and I shook the sticky liquid out of my hair and eyes. Unable to find something to cling to besides a block of ice bobbing on the surface I began to tread water in her drink.
She raised the cup to her lips, bringing me with it, and tilted it back. Red liquid rushed up the side of the cup and poured into her mouth, and I got caught in the current. Frantically I swam against the punch running into her maw but the current was much too strong, and I found myself dragged along hard plastic toward her lips. My eyes widened, anticipating swift entry into her mouth, but just when my feet touched her soft lips she lowered the cup, throwing me off the side.
I plummeted to the bottom this time, turning over and over in the air as I fell and continued while I sank, until I landed on the bottom. With all my strength I kicked off the bottom of the cup, forcing myself back to the surface. When I emerged I gasped for air to fill my burning lungs and looked up at my gigantic girlfriend peering into the cup. A mercurial smile was painted across her face, and she had the same playful look in her eyes as she did when we would wrestle. Maybe this was just a game to her, but I was holding on for dear life.
Once more Fulda raised the cup and threw it back, sending a constant stream of punch toward her mouth. The current was stronger this time, and I couldn’t even try to fight before I was ferried along with it. In no time at all I slammed against her lips, pressed into the sensitive skin by the oncoming fluid. It felt as though I were drowning as it rushed around me, pouring into her mouth. Just beyond her lips I saw her incisors the size of a car door, perfectly capable of slicing me in half, and turned back to face the torrent.
The cup emptied and Fulda tilted it even higher to pour the remainder into her mouth. I felt myself being pushed further into her mouth and grabbed onto her bottom lip, my hands slipping amid the gloss. Fulda’s drink emptied and an avalanche of ice cubes came forth, battering me backward. Unable to resist I fell into the darkness within Fulda’s mouth, my hands clinging to the edge of her lip for dear life.
Fulda lowered the empty vessel from her lips, living me stranded in the antechamber of her mouth. I surged forward, pressing off her bottom teeth to escape her maw. When I was halfway out her lips closed around me, sealing me in place, and I felt an intense suction on my legs while she swallowed her second gulp of punch.
Finally the suction abated, and Fulda’s lips opened once again. I tumbled out from the opening so that I hung helplessly from her lip, and she set her cup back down on the table. Her friends stared intently at my predicament, waiting to see what Fulda would do, while I kicked futilely at the air. Mary even had her phone out, and was surely recording my struggle to live.
Relief flooded through me when two fingers seized me by the chest and gently lifted me away from the precipice of Fulda’s bottomless maw. She immediately dropped me into the palm of her other hand and held me up to her face. For some seconds she considered my tiny form in her hand, letting trepidation build, before saying, “Oh, so that’s where my tiny boyfriend went!” Fulda slapped her forehead with her faux discovery, then turned back to me. “Or is he normal-sized? He was always pretty small…”
“He was always tiny, that’s his normal size,” Anni offered from across the table.
“You’re right!” Fulda exaggeratedly agreed. “He’s tiny, and that’s his normal size!” She took a moment to prod me with her free hand before continuing. “And he was taking a walk along the rim of my drink when he fell in!” Again she paused, this time so she could press her nose up against me. “You must have wanted me to kiss you, didn’t you?” While she talked she furiously nuzzled me with her nose, turning me over each time she hit me. “If you’d just asked I would have, cutie!” Her lips covered my body, assaulting me with a flurry of kisses. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but the pressure from her pressing down made me worried that she would crush me, and I was still worried about her eating me.
Finally she lowered her hand, pulling me away from her mouth before it could completely engulf me. Fulda looked at me with an intensity in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. I felt gripped by concern until she looked away and said, “Hey, I’m bored. Want to drive me home, Anni?”
“Sure, whatever,” said the titaness on the other end of the table. The two got up to leave, while Alyssa and Mary stayed behind for now.
“Let’s see, I’ve done three things my sisters said,” Fulda pondered aloud, walking toward the door. “You’d be crushed in my shoe unless I were very careful, and I am legitimately concerned about losing you in the grass.” She seemed to be checking off the things her sisters yelled at us before we left her house. “That just leaves one thing.” Before I knew it she had seized me by the midsection once again, lifting me out of her palm. I screamed in confusion while she carried me through the air until she brought me to a stop just above her cleavage. Her fingers opened and I plummeted down between her breasts.