All of the preparations were in place. Emma looked back over everything she had set up again to see if there was anything out of place. She was sitting in a chair that was advertised as being suitable for the Big & Tall, but it struggled to hold the nine-foot tall womans generously proportioned backside. A cheap wooden computer desk was nevertheless outfitted with a wide range of high-end electronic equipment that she had meticulously set up to ensure that there wouldnt be any problems.
Still, she was nervous. Her eyes glanced back to the three cardboard boxes on the floor. Stacked up nicely, they were to be her co-star for the evening, and she hoped that the audience would appreciate the significant expense she had gone to in procuring them. That only increased her anxiety however, and the true star of the show was the seven tall bottles of clear alcohol shed purchased as well.
All I have to do is hit this button
She thought, focusing intently on the small button. She once again checked over all of her equipment. The wires were well-hidden on the set-up. The cameras were pointed in the correct angles that would be most flattering, though with the gigantic melons resting atop her chest she didnt really need any extra help. The letter T had been typed into the address bar on the browser, as the name of the site was a bit too
lascivious for her taste. Still, shed been there enough over the past few weeks for it to be the first autofill, and
Fuck. She thought. Obviously she was just stalling at this point. Shed been planning for so long, figuring that maybe this would be the best way to go about making money after her disastrous attempts at employment recently. Who better to work for than herself? Self-employment! Via the internet! It was the ~way of the future~.
Shed first tried something like this a couple months back when opening a Faketreon page. Though she got a significant number of low tier pledges, it wasnt nearly enough to pay for all the equipment shed bought to film herself in the first place. Since then shed taken a handful of other odd jobs, but they all ended in the same way. Unemployment. Then denied unemployment assistance.
And, well, since she still had all of this fancy equipment
as well as a pair of tits so huge she often had trouble stepping into doorways, it seemed like getting into the world of camming would have been a sustainable option. Even the background of her bedroom had been set up with a cleanly made bed and carefully mopped hardwood floors to project an air of sophistication to her image. All that was remained was clicking the button to go live.
Ugh
not yet
She muttered. She was nervous about this. Filming herself the last time had been an awkward affair, but it was doable precisely because it was not live. She could spend all day editing scenes to make herself look better, editing out embarrassing coughs, or sneezes, or whatever happened. None of that was possible live, though. What if she got robbed in the middle of things? What if she blurted out that she hated the colors red and blue, preferring green? What if people decided it would be fun to convince her she was living a delusion?
Seven bottles. That was to be her way out. Each would have been positively massive in the hands of a normal-sized person, but given Emmas great size it fit her enormous scale the way a 20-ounce bottle would a more normal-sized person. She wasnt a drinker, but figured her size would require a good deal of alcohol would be required to loosen her inhibitions, and this seemed like as good amount.
Tensing her muscles, she twisted the top from the first bottle of clear alcohol. She wasnt sure what it was, only asking the chest-high man at the store for the strongest thing they had. Even the smell of it burned her nose, but that was easily remedied by holding her breath. Bringing the bottle up to her lips she tilted the entire thing upside-down, and gave it a quick spin the way shed seen someone else do it on the internet. Near-instantly her throat was assaulted with a violent burning sensation, but she pushed past it, feeling all of the liquid drain down her throat to start things off.
Ten seconds later she slammed the bottle onto her desk, taking a moment to recover from that thoroughly unenjoyable experience. After catching her breath she looked at the screen and saw an image of herself. A chat window had appeared on the side of the screen, and there were already a half-dozen people watching her to see what would happen next.
What the fuck?! Emma protested, looking around the computer to see how long she had been live, before realizing shed slammed the empty bottle into the keyboard when she finished, confirming that she was ready. Rolling her eyes, she tossed the bottle behind her, wincing when it shattered. It felt like it was made of plastic! Why was it made of glass?!
Hi She said, clearing her throat and blanching visibly at the sensation of the alcohol still lingering in her throat. I bet
I bet youre all wondering what this streams going to be about, dont you? She asked, hoping that the noise of the bottle breaking didnt bother too many of her neighbors.
Emma waited several seconds for replies to come in. Two people left. The other four were just curious what she was going to do. At least, thats what theyd said. Maybe they just saw her drinking the bottle in the thumbnail and decided to visit her based on that
WELL I HAVE A SHOW IN STORE FOR YOU GUYS TODAY! Emma announced, bending over so quickly she bumped her head against the desk and made her entire set-up shake. She whipped back up in an instant, ignoring the pain to ensure none of her precariously placed bottles fell over. Everything seemed fine, so a second later she carefully bent over, and brought all three boxes up onto the computers desk. Making sure they were all in frame she smiled, and moved the top box closer to the camera.
You guys know whats inside of these, dont you?
People in the chat sarcastically pointed out that the cardboard boxes were plain, and without any labels. Obviously, none of them had a clue.
Of course you dont, you stupid assholes. Emma chuckled, turning the box towards her and pulling the tabs off the sides mischievously. She smiled into the camera before opening the box silently, and brought her face close to the insides, before pulling back and turning it for the camera.
Thats right
She announced, leaning forward so her huge breasts flattened out against the top of her desk and left an unintelligible string of words typed out into the chat. Its a bunch of nanos! Or was it
micros? Shrinkies? Tinies? Termites? Whatever, I dont remember what theyre fuckin called. What matters is you look at how fuckin tiny they are!
Indeed there were an absurd number of absolutely tiny people packed tightly inside. Each body couldnt have been more than a couple centimeters each, and were arranged in a way that made it seem as if their safety was not exactly a concern. Only filling every last available bit of space.
I actually collected these people myself! Emma said, pointing to herself with an infectious amount of pride. Do you guys know how fuckin big I am? These are all normal-sized people just like you losers watching this stream!
Another person in the chat left. The other three called Emma a liar, citing the fact she was obviously sitting in a somewhat normal room. Frowning, the giant woman rolled her eyes, then cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the box full of people back to her.
Alright, fine. Whatever. Im only nine feet tall. Emma said, winking into the camera. Look, whatever. What should I do with these little people? They dont deserve to live. I mean
probably. You know how these little people are. Always
stealing keys. And eating cheese. And riding bees. That kinda thing. Drop a donation and Ill do anything thats asked. She said, leaning forward to more strongly emphasize her bust to the camera.
There were no takers.
And
and! And, um, were going to
uh. Oh! I know! You guys need a demonstration of what kinda stuff Im talking about to get you going, dont you. Thats okay
Ill take care of that!
Taking a deep breath, Emma thrusts her chest forward, showing off the monstrous orbs once again. The shirt shed specifically picked out for the stream was absurdly low-cut, revealing great mountains of tanned flesh jiggling around under a thin layer of cotton. To start the stream off proper she grabbed hold of her tops neckline and pulled it down, showing off the straining lacy bra that looked as if it would fail to contain her breasts for much longer. She made sure to wiggle her chest to the side a few times, allowing the wobbling flesh to threaten to pop out from the bra that was ill-suited to contain such heavy things.
Look, you guys have no fuckin idea how much it costs to get these things made. s why I dont normally even wear a bra. She explained, hefting her enormous breasts in her hands and squeezing her fingers into the fabric so deep they nearly disappeared entirely.
Now, who do you think is going to win? She asked, leaning forward so the jiggling, soft masses squished into and flattened out against the desk. Me
or these little things? She asked, flicking the side of the box full of tinies gently. The only response from inside was a unified cry that managed to be so loud it was picked up the camera.
No
these little people are right. Obviously I would win. Emma bragged, smiling smugly down to the people inside of the box that were beginning to get a handle on their situation now that they were no longer sealed in darkness. But
what if the odds were a little less
stacked. She whispered, emphasizing the final word as she folded her hands across her bra-covered chest.
Instead of my whole body what if it was just
my little ol boobs? She asked, sliding the box towards her so it rested only a few centimeters below her enormous bust. Even her natural breathing lead her chest to rise and fall ever so slightly, making the situation all the more ominous for the people trapped inside of the box. No
that wouldnt be fair either, would it? Neither for them, nor for this stupid, small bra.
Turning slightly to the side, Emma positioned just one of her giant boobs over the box, leaning forward so that the giant tits were only centimeters away from smearing the dozens upon dozens of people inside of the box against them.
And you can find out who would win
for a measly little donation. Emma said, leaning back into her chair and winking. To really sell this final point she slipped her fingers into the box, feeling around randomly for a few seconds until she collected a small number of wriggly bodies. She moved the cupped hand closer to the cameras lens, waiting a moment for it to autofocus on the fearful looks of the people. Her soft, warm hand was more like a prison to them that moved about so wildly they could do little more than lie down and hug themselves to the palm, hoping she would put them onto sturdy ground soon.
Instead, Emma moved her hand over her chest. With a dismissive movement she pulled the front of her bra open ever so slightly, and sprinkled the tiny bodies inside. She winked at the camera again after a few seconds of this, showing her empty palm back to the camera, then let go of her bra.
In an instant, the drum-tight garment snapped back shut, crushing the life from every single person that Emma had so carefully just dropped inside. She gasped in surprise, and quickly pulled the bra back open to look inside. She didnt know what she should have expected, but still could not help but feel disappointment when she saw the insides of the frilly lace cup stained red.
God dammit
She muttered, running a finger along the inside to try and wipe it away, but only succeeding in smearing it further. This things so big people will look at me weird if I have to take it to a dry cleaner- She continued, before looking back up at the camera in surprise.
ERR, RIGHT. JUST DROP A TIP AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE! She proclaimed, smiling as she let go of her bra and winced at the sharp sensation of it snapping back into her skin. The awkward sensation of the numerous tiny, bloody smears rubbing into her bare chest didnt make things much better, either. She looked back over at the remaining bottles of alcohol, wondering if it was too early to just
have another drink. Maybe all of them. At the same time!
This was going to be another disaster, wasnt it?
-Ding!-
The donation chime! This was quickly followed by a robotic voice playing over the computers speakers.
* BZZZRT * DO THAT AGAIN. BUT LEAN AGAINST THE DESK THIS TIME
I should really invest in a better text to speech program
Emma whispered, before looking back down to the box full of her future little playthings. She shrugged her shoulders, figuring that if this was something that people wanted to see then she would oblige! Once again she pulled open the front of her bra, careful to hide her nipples from view of the camera to tease that reveal for later, while her free hand collected a fresh handful of helpless little insect-people.
Taking a deep breath, she puffed her chest out again, and sprinkled the minuscule people into the gap between her soft skin and the bra itself. This time she made sure to keep her thumb on the strap between her breasts in the center, making sure to keep that very slight amount of slack in the process.
Is this what you wanted to see? Emma asked, trying her best to make a look that vaguely resembled something sexy before winking. She was still very new to this whole thing and now that shed gotten her first request she was suddenly filled with apprehension again. Maybe she was in over her head?! What if she just
gave the donation back, and slinked back into obscurity. This was a bad idea!!
The numerous negative thoughts running through Emmas mind were quelled in an instant when she remembered the bottles. Without thinking, she reached for the next one to try and calm herself, but without paying attention the hand she used was the one currently holding a bra that was on the brink of death open.
In an instant the entire thing gave out. Threads snapped, elastic broke, and a powerful, painful underwire was bent out of shape when Emmas custom-made bra exploded off of her chest. The sudden burst of momentum from the garment surprised her, and she slammed the back of her hand into the desk
right onto the box of tinies shed been toying with.
In the span of a single second Emmas chest was revealed to her viewers, her bra had been broken, and the box holding her tiny props was tipped over. The innumerable tiny bodies inside spread out over her desk after. Their going was slow as the sudden impact had injured a number of them, and even those that werent had the wind knocked out of them. But the mass was writhing, eager to escape what otherwise seemed as if it would be certain death. How many there were she wasnt entirely sure, but it had to have been well over a hundred.
And they werent eager to stay in place.
SHIT! Emma shouted, bending over to try and pick up the bra that drifted to the floor uselessly. Once again in her rush she slammed her head into the side of the desk, and shouted in pain before whipping back up and revealing the hefty melons sitting atop her chest for everyone in the stream to see.
Dammit
She muttered, looking over the throngs of people below in her shadow. Caught between the giant woman, her naked chest, and a camera eagerly recording all of their movements. She looked back to the box she had knocked over by accident, and considered trying to collect them all again. Perhaps that could be a way to create content? She could just
do chores. Maybe some cleaning while topless and let the donations flow, and take requests on what to do with her little belongings?
What the fuck ever. She said, rolling her eyes as she brought one hand down and slapped the surface of her flimsy wooden desk. It was just a way to thin the herd considerably, figuring she had two other boxes to work with, but the giant woman underestimated her strength considerably and felt a thoroughly unpleasant stinging sensation travel through her palm at the sudden strike.
Rolling her eyes in irritation, Emma figured she may as well jump into a different phase of her streaming plan for the night. The intent was to space the lewd actions out so people could keep coercing the audience for more donations for further escalations, but shed already thrust herself far past phase 1, 2, and three and was smack dab in the middle of phase 4.
Say goodbye to them, everyone! Emma announced, leaning back so she could carry her breasts over the surface of the desk. Once again all of the people beneath her turned tail and ran. Emmas breasts were so unfathomably large in comparison to them they even spilled over the gaps in her fingers and threatened to crush them before she even let go. The sheer difference in scale between the future tiny victims and the giant woman was so massive their headstart after escaping the box hardly mattered. They had not been able to run far away enough to escape the giantesss chest, and it was obvious she wasnt interested in the tedium of collecting them all.
Oops! Emma said, releasing her boobs.
In an instant the warm, heavy masses slipped from her hands. Gravity instantly grabbed hold, and the brown orbs crashed into the desk so violently her entire setup shook violently. Their weight and softness instantly lead to them flattening out ever so slightly, and Emma couldnt help but wince once again as there would be far more red splotches adorning the bottoms of her tits now.
T
Tada! She announced, grimacing as she rolled her soft masses over the top of the table as if she were cleaning the desk with them. Every single body had been pulped in an instant. There were still a few
unique sensations under her chest that concerned her. Whether it was just the sticky remains of one of the people or one who was still alive she was unsure, but pressing the tops of her hands into her chest to flatten whatever was still moving underneath solved the issue in an instant.
There. I did it. Emma scowled, leaning back away from the desk and leaving a huge red streak onto her desk in the process. She frowned as she lifted her own breasts and filmed the bottom of them to see herself on the stream. As nice as it had felt to crush so many people at once
it was not a pretty sight. She didnt want to have to worry about finding shards of bone or clumps of hair under her boobs tomorrow if they didnt come off properly in the shower
Whatever. She said, resigning herself to her fate. I hope you guys enjoyed the show. Lets hear it! Ive got two more boxes of these little guys and Ill do whatever anyone says if they drop a donation!
She checked the chat log after that. One of the three remaining people had proclaimed they had only showed up to see Emmas boobs, and left once they had that option satisfied. The giant woman groaned. That was why she wanted to space the show out! Still, surely that meant more people had entered in the meantime
There were only two people in the stream.
Wanna see me drink this? Emma asked, not waiting for a response before she picked up the second bottle. Unscrewing the lid she again took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the offending alcohol scent, and brought the bottle up to her lips.
For thirty long, uninterrupted seconds, she drank. Over and over, her throat bulging with every swallow as she was eager to down the entire thing. That first bottle must be either taking some time to kick in, or her size allowed her a bit of natural resistance to the effects of alcohol. Either way, it seemed to her that a second dose would be required, and she was ready to do exactly that.
Sitting there topless, she drained the second bottle in its entirety, and looked back to the remaining bottles. Maybe
Rolling her eyes, she picked up two bottles at once, unscrewed the tops, and carried them both to her lips at once. Again they were spun quickly, then both poured down the giant womans throat. Once they were both swishing around inside of her belly she smiled dreamily at the camera, then tossed all three bottles behind her.
Again, with a loud crash, the bottles exploded against the floor. She spun in her chair, and groaned. Shed miscalculated the exactly location of her bed, as it had been moved to provide a better-looking backdrop, and had assumed the bottles would land on it harmlessly.
Oh
this is going
great. She muttered.
-Ding!-
*BZZZRT* WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO OPEN THAT SECOND BOX?
Right now, I guess. Emma muttered, looking at the two remaining boxes. Unbeknownst to the stream viewers the boxes did not, in fact, contain the same thing. The first had a number of tiny people that had been reduced to roughly two centimeters in height. Tiny enough to be thoroughly helpless before even a normal-sized person, and beyond nothing to a woman as large as Emma. But enough to still have their features be visible to the naked eye, and have a camera capture their final, terror-filled moments.
The next batch was much smaller. Only a quarter as tall. At half a centimeter each they were packed just as tightly as the first batch, but as Emma opened the lid of the second box she realized that maybe having such tiny people was a mistake. After all, to the viewers they probably would have appeared as little more than moving black specks. And playing with ants didnt hold nearly the same appeal as toying with hundreds upon hundreds of innocent people whose lives would be ended on camera for her amusement.
Why had she just worded it that way in her head? Was she
getting more into this? Or was the alcohol just beginning to affect her now? Shaking her head from side to side, she placed the box on the table, and looked back over to the chat window. A new person had come in, bringing the total up to 3 now! Smiling, she was about to greet them when her train of thought was derailed.
-Ding!-
*BZZZRT* MAAM, PLEASE. YOUR BOOBS LOOK SO DIRTY. MAKE THIS GROUP CLEAN YOU. The dull, monotonous voice requested.
Youre the boss. Emma said, rubbing her hands together mischievously. Though the box was small it was filled to the brim with little people and she was eager to make use of them. She would take things slow, for now. With that, she carefully dipped her fingers into the writhing mass of people so small it felt closer to scooping a handful of sand than anything. Well over a hundred of them had to have been abducted at once, and she sprinkled them all out onto the surface of her desk.
Hello. She said, scooping both arms under her gigantic breasts and hefting them over the table again. With a heavy sigh she let go, and they slammed into the surface with a deafening WHUMP. Every single minuscule body on the desk was launched into the air from the heavy attack, before landing back onto the hard wooden surface in a confused lump.
Without saying anything else, Emma pointed to her naked breasts expectantly. She figured that her intentions were obvious. There wasnt a whole lot that such little people were useful for, after all. They probably knew that they werent of much use to someone as big as Emma for anything other than the most menial of tasks. Cleaning was certainly in their wheelhouse,
That or being crushed by their new owner for clout.
Emmas boobs were covered in the remains of their much bigger counterparts before them. There was no doubt in any of the little ones mind of what they were supposed to do. The problem was that they had no intention of serving themselves up for the giantess to do whatever she pleased. They still had free will, and in an instant after Emma delivered the order they spun and ran in every direction imaginable. None of them wanted to be around here at the moment, and they made the same incorrect assumption that the group before them had. That there was no way she could catch all of them if they split up!
Oh come on. Emma groaned, watching this same old song and dance again. Sorry about that
JimmyConifer? She apologized, confused at the bizarre display name. Not the sort she expected, much like any of the others. Then again, it was probably better than bigtityhonkerz or whatever nonsense most other models would be inundated with.
With all the casualness one would use to wipe down a table, Emma leaned away from the desk, and wrapped both her arms around the rapidly-spreading people. They were stopped in an instant, not sure what to do for only a moment before they turned and ran the other direction. Only then did they realize that they had been completely trapped. Every angle in front of them was blocked by the giant womans arms or the twin planets resting on her chest.
God. Why cant you guys come pre-trained, or something. She said, rolling her eyes as she corralled all of the little people closer together, inadvertently squishing a handful of them under her arms as she slid them closer together. Even her most casual attempts at moving them about ended with a handful of them dead, but their little stains were wiped away a moment later with her index finger.
Is everybody here, now? Emma asked, looking over the desk once again. There was no one else of interest near as she could tell, and she smiled down to the densely-packed crowd, before moving one arm away to once again heft her giant breast over the table.
And just a moment later with a resounding SPLAT, her boobs mashed into the table. Every single body caught below was pulverized in an instant, adding their remains to those that had gone before them. Each individual was significantly smaller than the ones who had been crushed before, leading to a rather unique sensation compared to the first batch. It was more
mushy. Less crinkly and popping, and more just a general malaise. Like shed dropped her boob onto a plate of warm applesauce.
It wasnt all that bad.
I hope the rest of you guys have learned your lesson now! Emma announced, shifting her chest back to clear both of her breasts over the box again. The remains of the first group shed pulled free dripped below, leading to the bizarre visual effect of a crowd of living specks pulling away from wherever the droplets looked as if they would be landing. None of them wanted to be covered in the remains of their friends.
Which was a shame, since that was exactly what they would need to do in order to clean up
Ding!
* BZZZRT! * HERE IS MY ENTIRE PAYCHECK. JUST CRUSH THEM, TOO.
Emma looked at the monitor, then back to the people in the box. While she didnt like taking orders from someone else
she had to admit that they had some good ideas! And the money was nice, too! Taking a deep breath, she picked up the entire box of people, and leaned back into the oversized chair she could only barely fit into.
Well, if you say so. Did all of you little people inside hear that? Im going to have to crush you, now. The voice in the computer said so. She said with a feigned pout.
Ignoring whatever protests tried to rise up to her ears, Emma took a deep breath and began to tilt the box over. A tiny stream of bodies began to pour from inside, sprinkling all over her naked chest. Most landed among breasts that were bigger than city blocks to the tiny people, but a few landed elsewhere. Emmas soft stomach was a popular spot, with bodies tumbling around the cleaned surface with an impact only just heavy enough that she could feel them.
CRACK
Emmas eyes went wide as she felt something break underneath her. A split-second later and she fell back much further than she knew the chair supported. Her arms flailed for something to break her fall, but with nothing to hold onto she crashed onto the ground hard. Her head bounced off the hard flooring a second later, immediately leading to her clutching the back of the head. How many fucking times was she going to smash her head into something today?!
The pain didnt last long, but it quickly became apparent that her head bouncing off the floor like a basketball was the least of her worries. As just a couple a seconds later she could feel something
strange. All over her body. Like shed been submerged into a vat of ants, she could feel bodies crawling all over her naked torso. Some were all over her chest, and there were even some crawling across her face. She realized with a start that after her chair had broken she must have dropped the box, and all of the people inside must have spilled everywhere!
Shit! Emma cried, slapping herself in the face repeatedly to try and crush the bodies that had landed on it. Her neck was slapped next, leaving behind a number of small red specks that made it appear as if shed recently been bitten by a vampire. Her cleavage housed the majority of the refugees, and a quick clap of her boobs together snuffed out a vast number of them in the blink of an eye, while a quick follow-up grope got any stragglers. Her questing hands slapped her soft belly, and rubbed it a few times to make sure that anyone still stuck on her body had been crushed.
All in all it took about ten seconds, but she was most pleased with the results. Exhaling, she set about rolling off of her ruined chair, and climbing back to her feet. Though her head was throbbing, she felt a small sense of satisfaction over managing to at least complete the task shed been asked. Maybe the first thing she buys with her payouts for tonights work should be a new chair
A slight tingling sensation around her toes drew the giant womans eyes downward. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the numerous black specks crawling all over her floor. Why would she think that they had all landed on her body when they went flying?!
Lifting a bare foot high, she slammed it onto her bedrooms floor, making the entire room shake as she crushed dozens of tiny bodies beneath her sole in the blink of an eye. Before anyone below could react her other foot rose, and slammed onto another still-standing section of the crowd. Over and over her bare toes pounded on the little bodies below, adorning her soles with the remains of the second box full of people. There was little finesse to it, but after a few dozen stomps her soles had finally wiped out the last of the bodies crawling over the floor, leaving her
Well, her floor wasnt exactly clean, but at least it was free from any more people.
Take THAT! Bet you like watching my big feet stepping on all these little, helpless people, didnt you? She said, twisting her toes on the remains. She looked back at the feed on her own screen to see what it looked like.
Then frowned.
She
wasnt actually able to see her feet from this angle. Moreover, she was looking a little silly, with the red splatters all over her body making it look like shed been attempting to cover herself in war paint, rather than the sexy seductress look she had been going for.
ILL, UH, BE RIGHT BACK!! She shouted, then scurried out of the room. A quick visit to the bathroom ended with her dousing her entire body with water, not even bothering to take off her tight shorts. Just a quick spray with water over the exposed parts of her body and her face, cleaning herself of the remains of innumerable tiny bodies and sending any that may have still been living down the drain where they would never be seen again.
A minute later she returned, her body glistening from all the water. She kicked her broken chair out of the way, and turned to grab hold of the frame of the enormous bed she slept in every night. With a quick heft she dragged the entire thing from one side, and pushed it closer to her computer while producing a heavy scraping sound all the while. She made a mental note to pay for any damages to the floor with the money she made tonight, before plopping onto the corner of her oversized mattress to sit in front of the computer again. It wasnt perfect, but it worked well enough, she supposed.
Sorry that took so long. Im feeling a little-
Emma stopped suddenly. Shed last checked the number of viewers some time ago, but now
now she was flooded with people. The chat was moving far too quickly for her to even keep up, but a common sentiment seemed to be excitement at the sight of her glistening, naked chest.
UMM
Emma stuttered, not sure what to do. Suddenly gripped with stage fright, she briefly considered just turning the stream off. She had expected maybe a dozen people or so at the most! Not
this!! I dont know if-
Ding!
*BZZZRT* DRINK ONE OF THE BOTTLES NICE AND SLOW FOR ME.
The alcohol!
With three bottles left, Emma smiled, and quickly grabbed hold of the first. In an instant it was tilted upside-down, letting the liquid flow down her throat with loud, exaggerated gulps as her throat began to burn. She was so determined to get through all of them this time she tossed the first bottle behind her where the bed would have been if she hadnt just moved it. With another loud CRACK it shattered on the floor, sprinkling glass shards everywhere.
Groaning, Emma put aside a note to sweep up later as she picked up the next bottle. Though the request had been to only drink one, she wasnt sure she had the fortitude to get through this with just one, and she figured she might as well finish them all off. Each bottle had been fairly expensive, and the price of the tinies shed spent all stream crushing meant that she would need to get a lot in tips to break even, and to do that shed need a lot more enthusiasm than she currently had.
Once the next bottle was drained she slammed it back onto the computer desk. She underestimated her considerable strength, and felt the bottle shatter in her grasp the instant it struck the table. The momentum behind her swing also lead to her head falling forward a bit further than she intended, where she once again slammed it into the edge of the desk.
Surprisingly, it didnt hurt that much this time. She didnt know if perhaps she was growing numb after having it happen so often, or if it was thanks to the alcohol coursing through her system.
Either way
she should probably finish off that last bottle.
Ding!
*BZZZRT* MLADY THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO YOUR BODY SOME GOOD. WOULD YOU KINDLY PLEASE POUR SOME INTO THE NEXT BOTTLE.
Smiling at the camera, Emma finally grabbed for the last box. Doing so was easier said than done as her fingers suddenly found it rather difficult to get a firm grasp on the cardboard for several seconds before she finally managed to pull it closer to the camera. Attempting a lewd wink, she opened the final box up and turned it around to reveal the occupants.
These were the smallest yet. Each stood no more than a millimeter in height. At such a small size they looked almost like a pool of liquid sitting inside of the box. Each slight shift sent hundreds of them tumbling over one another and looked as if they would fall into any crevice or hole and could be lost in just a moment. Emma was, in comparison, well over a mile tall to any of them. She smiled, and carefully opened up the final bottle of alcohol.
The bottles lip was small, and her current lack of hand-eye coordination made things difficult, but she managed it eventually. Hundreds upon hundreds of tiny bodies poured into the clear liquid, forming a small layer of specks that looked more like sediment than anything living. Emma didnt mind, however, and just kept pouring the people inside until the tiny bodies were swimming around the bottle at every level. As if shed poured a powder inside, but had yet to stir it.
Moving quickly as she wanted them to make the trip down her throat alive, she brought the comparatively gigantic bottle up to her lips. The people inside caught a glimpse of the black hell that was awaiting them, and those at the surface fought to swim further away. The pull of gravity would prove to be too strong, however, and it wasnt long before Emma felt the gritty texture of bodies splashing onto her tongue before they were washed away with the painful liquid.
She wasnt sure how many bodies slid down her esophagus when the bottle was finished. She didnt care. She just knew that she was beginning to feel rather alright about this whole sitting topless in front of a camera thing, and brought the bottle back up to her lips. She just wanted to be sure any stragglers left behind didnt miss the opportunity to serve her for all eternity by becoming part of her.
For ten seconds she held the bottle over her mouth directly, waiting for more droplets to hit her tongue. They slowed to a stop, and she frowned, closing one eye to get a better look inside.
Ding!
In surprise, Emma accidentally dropped the bottle. Thankfully, this one landed on the plush surface of her bed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
*BZZZRT* WHY ARE YOUR SHORTS ALL WET? JUST TAKE THEM OFF AND PUT THOSE LITTLE PEOPLE TO WORK COLON CLOSED PARENTHESES.
Emma made a mental note to really find a better text-to-speech option after this.
Still, though the request was vague she had her own ideas of what that meant. Leaning back onto her bed she stretched both of her legs up, showing off her enormous posterior clad in a pair of blue shorts far too small to contain her generous curvature. With a bit of difficulty she managed to slide them off her legs, and over her bare feet so she was lying on the bed in tightly-stretched panties. With a casual throw the useless garment landed on the floor as she set about trying to pull her overstretched panties off as well.
Unfortunately, like her bra, the mere act of trying to adjust them pushed them over the breaking point. With her drunken fumbling fingers, Emma pulled just a little too hard, and felt the final threads give way. Her fingers grasped at thin air a full second later, trying to stop them from landing on the desk.
She missed. And in the process, she accidentally pushed the final glass bottle off of her bed onto the floor. It cracked, but thankfully did not shatter.
WHATEVER! Emma protested, spreading her legs wide to reveal her naked pussy to the camera.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
*BZZZRT* PMCSoauhgsmotguvargebltarehteereamwsduiypthotuhrepmussy
She wasnt quite sure what that meant, but was pretty sure she heard some variation of, Shove them up your pussy. Also something that sounded like
poggers?
Shrugging, Emma sat back up, grabbed hold of the final box, and looked down at the millimeter sized people again. She waved goodbye, and lie on her back once again. With her massive thighs spread apart, she held the small box full of minuscule people over her eager pussy, and simply tilted the entire thing over, letting the bodies funnel between her legs. They fell onto her eager sex like a gentle rain, sprinkling themselves all about her in an erotic manner and driving her wild with lust.
Or, that was her intention. In reality she just flipped the entire box upside down, dropping all of them onto her eager pussy at once. Her fingers immediately set to work, diving between her legs and pulping a significant number of her near-microscopic playthings in the blink of an eye.
FUCK! She cried as countless people were crushed the very moment her fingers entered her pussy. A moment later she felt the wriggling struggles of countless more as they were so small she hadnt even gotten half of them and they every single one very much wanted to survive, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
Emmas pussy was like a vast chasm to such small people, eagerly swallowing them by the hundreds. Every time her fingers pumped in and out she would ratchet up her masturbations body count by a significant degree, but the movements would also rock many of those whod had the great fortune to not slide directly inside closer to the pistoning fingers.
Ding!
Biting her bottom lip, Emma was singularly focused on the task at hand. This was going to be the grand finale of the stream, after all. She had made quite a bit of money tonight, and would be able to buy a half-dozen more boxes tomorrow! With that in mind she sped up, wriggling her fingers deep inside of her pussy as she grinded her hips in the air, showing off to the cameras unblinking eye on her computer.
See whats happening to all of them? She asked, leaning up so her face could be seen over her breasts. None of them are going to survive this. She said throatily, rubbing her pussy after to make sure many more people whod so far avoided a messy demise werent spared.
Ding!
The scene was not very long-lived. Only a few minutes after starting Emma felt a thunderous climax building up inside of her. Under normal circumstance she felt she might have been able to hold back, and maybe see if she could chisel a few more donations out of the audience before finishing herself off.
But the alcohol just urged her to finish things off quickly. Now that she was nearing an explosive finale she rubbed herself more vigorously than ever, biting her bottom lip as a powerful climax rocked her entire body. Her eyes went wide and she fell to her back, gasping for air as her breasts jiggled wildly on her chest. Her fingers were actively searching for more tiny people now, popping them into her pussy and feeling them crush with every moment. She was more than a giantess to them. She was beyond human. A true living Goddess, who thrived on their bodies being consumed for her pleasure. She was insatiable, planting her feet on the edge of the bed and arching her waist upward to feel the orgasm crash through her entire body like a tidal wave.
Ding!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she screamed so loudly her throat began to hurt. Her hips began to buck wildly as any of the stragglers whod slipped between her legs and onto the bed suddenly found their bodies hammered by an enormous ass over and over. The springs of the bed creaked in protest as the nine-foot tall woman tested them to a considerable degree by dropping into them over and over again.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The orgasm slowly left Emma. She lie on her bed, gasping for air as she brought her fingers up to her face. A clear, sticky liquid connected her index and middle finger as she slowly spread them apart. There were tiny tinges of red mixed in, undoubtedly from those who had sacrificed their life to enhance her orgasm. There was no greater cause for people so little, in her mind.
Ding!
*BZZZRT* eat ur cum
No. Emma said flatly, narrowing her eyebrows as she looked back up at the camera. Then she dropped her head back to the bed, hoping to catch her breath.
And before she knew it, without even trying, she drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later she awoke. Her head was throbbing, and the sun had not yet risen. She groaned as she sat up properly, rubbing her pounding head as she looked back at the camera, and realized she had forgotten to shut off the stream. Frowning, she leaned back over the desk, and turned the camera off.
BEEP!
That was
a new sound. Emma looked at the screen through bleary eyes, and realized it was a notification of a new message.
Hello, EmmyG,
Based on a review of your activity or content, we have issued a Community Guidelines strike on your account. As a result, your access to Twinch services is restricted.
Reason: Sexual behavior
Twinch is a video game streaming website, not an adult page. As such, no lewd acts are allowed. If you feel this was a mistake, please send us a message.
Where the Violation Occurred: In your stream
Streamer was observed pleasuring ones self on camera.
Suspension Length: Indefinite
Emma stared at the message, dumbfounded. She thought that she had
had she logged into the wrong
? Shed only kept the cameras page up after starting! It was supposed to be-
I THOUGHT I WAS AT THYFREECAMS! She shouted, standing up and kicking the side of her bed in frustration. Immediately after doing so her bare foot slammed onto the floor, crushing the cracked bottle shed left on the floor from the night before. The suddenness of it shocked her, and in an attempt to avoid cutting herself with shards of glass she stepped away, instantly losing balance and falling onto the floor. The alcohol had not yet fully left her system and she tried to break her fall with her hands, but was completely unable to.
With a loud BANG her face slammed into the hard floors of her bedroom, knocking her out.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another Emma Episode! Hooray! This one was commissioned by blackkenjiii who's also a writer and you can find him on DA and stuff. This one's about Emma getting a job working from home. One that involves performing lewd acts in front of a camera. Things don't go well but more importantly this one features a heavy emphasis on BOOBS, but also has some vore and a bit of masturbation. It's very lewd.
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As always, if you'd like to support me then the lewdest way to do so is by buying a premium story at my E-Junkie here! https://egsizestuff.e-junkie.com/
or you can just send me a one-time tip if that's more your speed via Ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/emmagear