Corporate Rivalry: Chapter 1

In 1987, Congress passed the Size Equal Protections Act, commonly known as SEPA, which sought to recognize the legal equality between Brobdingnagian, Gulliverian, and the Lilliputian peoples of the world. It had come with some reluctance of the Brobdingnags, who, given their overwhelming size, tended to dominate in both a political and military sense, but it was not without purpose; the Lilliputian people had developed a knack for advanced technology in order to compensate for their size in a world where it was still rumoured that some elite members of Brobdingnag high society still met in secret to participate in private invitational 'live tasting' events... Indeed, though the practice had long since dropped out of regular cultural acceptance, it was a matter of historical fact that many Lilliputian explorers had met an almost unbelievable end at the maws of the giant people of Brobdingnag in the age of sail. It had taken hundreds of years of cultural interaction and diplomatic pleas to the Gulliverians to support their cause, before the Brobdingnagians came to accept Lilliput as a sovereign realm, and even longer before they came to accept them as human beings (if far removed in a matter of size).

Now, 34 years after SEPA had come into effect, corporations are legally obligated to employ staff of every size. Lilliput, renowned for their computer technology, has become a surprising economic powerhouse, with homes, businesses, and government entities the world over employing their engineers and technicians to maintain the countless arrays of compact, nigh microscopic servers that run the world. This interaction between peoples of vastly differing sizes has not been without peril of course; even today it is not unheard of for an entire shift of Lilliputian workers to go missing, only for DNA tests to confirm the identities of a series of red stains on the sole of a Brobdingnagian house wife's slippers, ill informed that her husband's computer was scheduled for service that day. These incidents were rarely subject to legal ramification however; compromises to have the kingdom of Brobdingnag sign the act had ensured that casualties that could not be proven as malicious acts would default to 'accidental' in a court of law, and no penalties applied.

But you already knew all this of course...

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Jeanine straightened the stack of papers in her hands for the umpteenth time, fidgeting with them out of habit. The Lilliputian woman was anything but nervous, to the contrary she was quite satisfied that her materials would prove to her boss that the telemarketing crew of Energy Planet needed more flexible plans to offer potential customers if they were going to establish a foothold in the New York. With regulations recently changing in the state, they could now offer energy contracts to residential clients, and their competition was just as eager to get a slice of that pie. Jeanine smiled; she was analytical at heart, and had done her due diligence in researching the contract plans their competitors were offering; far more flexible than their own, and much more suited to the non-committal clientele their marketing research had indicated would be within NYC. They had to change their plans to adapt, or risk losing this profitable new market altogether.

She stole a glance at her monitor; 9:55, the meeting would start soon. She quickly scooped her up materials and pushed her rolling chair away from her desk. As she made her way towards the hyperloop terminal that would take her to the meeting room, she was interrupted by a tremor in the floor. She knew from experience to immediately stop walking if she wanted to keep her footing, and sure enough, within moments the towering form of her Brobdingnagian co-worker appeared around the corner, her simple act of walking shaking the foundations of the platform that housed the entire Lilliputian workforce at Energy Planet. Even at waist height to a Brobdingnagian, Jeanine still had to strain her neck back to see her face, which was currently examining the digital sign over the platform which displayed the radio frequencies appropriate to each employee. The massive hand of the giant woman rose up to her face, creating a gust of wind that threatened to blow Jeanine and her folder of papers over, as she casually adjusted her glasses and brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. Jeanine waited patiently, knowing what was coming next, as she watched the billboard sized eyes flick from name to name on the monitor until they rested upon their target. The enormous hand once more rose up (Jeanine instinctively clutched her documents and held her modest skirt down in anticipation of the resulting gust of wind), this time to tune the micro-headset in her ear to the channel she wanted. Jeanine could see 'COMPACT' stenciled on the headset, and in her mind, guffawed slightly; the device in her co-workers ear might be considered a micro-headset at her scale, but she had no doubt she could have crawled inside the ear bud portion and fit with room to stretch.

Even with the sound absorbing design and muffling materials engineered into the Lilliputian work place, Jeanine could still feel the rumble in her sternum as she spoke. She also saw her fellow sized staff members quickly reach under their desks for their protective earmuffs and lamented leaving her own set at her desk. She quickly tried to duck her head into her shoulders in a futile attempt to reduce the volume, to no avail. Her own headset however, clicked on as it received the signal. Brobdingnag voices were just too tremendous for Lilliputians to make out, it so often just sounded like a force of nature instead of a human voice (which had no doubt led to difficulties in being heard and understood during the earliest interactions between their people), though Lilliputians were quick to create technology to compensate for this inability to communicate, and the wireless headset in her ear helped facilitate this.

“Hey Jeanine, is this thing on? Where are you, I can't see you...” chirped the communicator in an easily understandable voice that offered no other indication that the woman producing it was anything but equally sized and at a comfortable speaking distance away. Jeanine was still recoiling from the blast of her voice, and it took her a moment to click the button on her headset to accept the call.

“Hi Nell, yes, it's on, just... You don't have to lean over the platform to speak to me, you know it really disrupts the office here right?” Jeanine replied, looking up at the monumentally sized face of the blonde bespectacled woman, looming over what would seem like a regular desk to her but what in reality housed well over a hundred office staff and their work stations.

“Uh huh, yeah,” said Nell, still scouting over the maze of cubicles as she tried to spot the specific ant in the nest she was speaking to, and clearly untroubled by Jeanine's plea. “Where the hell are you? I always forget where your station is...”

Jeanine vowed she would never leave her desk again without her hearing protection. Clutching her ears again, she replied; “Don't worry about where I am Nell, I was just heading to the hyperloop to get to the meeting and I-” but before she could finish, she saw Nell's eyes flick to her, and her pupils flared slightly in a way that would likely be imperceptible to someone her own size but which made them look almost predatory to Jeanine.

“Found you!” chirped the headset, as Jeanine calculated she would go deaf before her first gray hair if this kept up, as Nell's excited voice threatened to burst her ear drums. She continued; “I'm on my way over right now but I thought I'd offer to bring you along, you don't need that stuffy old hyper thingy you guys are always using...”

Before Jeanine could think to say anything, Nell brought her upturned finger over her. Jeanine had to suppress a yelp of fear as the finger, wider than a Lilliputian bus, descended down, and the glossy painted red finger nail that could have casually split her in half touched down a body length away from her, the sheer force of the impact knocking Jeanine on her ass as she reflexively crawled backwards away from it. The other Lilliputian staff scattered, abandoning their work stations, as they gave Nell's massive digit a wide berth.

“Hop on, I'll take you over.” said Nell, her earth shaking voice not quite as loud to Jeanine as the rapid thumping of her heart seemingly ready to burst out of her chest. Jeanine tapped the headset to mute it as she hyperventilated for a couple seconds, trying to get control of herself. “Did you get in? I can't feel you...” Nell once again said, lifting her finger nail up and bringing it to her face. Jeanine slowed her breathing as Nell squinted through her glasses trying to determine if the Lilliputian woman was indeed in the cusp of her finger nail.

“No it's...” Jeanine cussed under her breath, realizing she still had the mic muted. She was completely rattled, and though she'd managed to get her breathing under control, her heart continued to pound. She clicked her headset and continued; “No Nell it's okay, I'll just take the hyperloop. You know it's against office policy for size differential staff to transport each other around. The hyperloop is way safer for Lilliputians to get around. I'll see you there...”

“Oh, well suit yourself then.” miffed Nell. Jeanine couldn't tell if she was genuinely offended or just laughing it off, and frankly she didn't care; Jeanine had heard the stories of what had happened to Lilliputian staff in the past who had been pressured into accepting a lift from a Brobdingnagian co-worker... Falling to her doom or getting scalded to death because they forgot you were in their hand when they picked up a coliseum sized cup of hot coffee was not on her agenda for the day. She shuddered at the thought, as Nell turned to leave. “Oh,” Nell continued, her voice thankfully facing away from the Lilliputian work area this time, “Good luck with your presentation by the way...” her voice trailing off as she left transmission range with only a few steps.

Jeanine stood up, collecting her fallen documents and straightening them out once again. She dusted off her skirt, and felt all eyes on her from the rest of her Lilliputian co-workers; you were never popular when you attracted the attention of the one of the 'Brobs', as they were known in shorthand, and even though they knew she hadn't done it intentionally, she could feel their annoyance as they quietly returned to their work stations. Honestly, she found it hard to blame them, Nell was particularly egregious in disregarding societal norms about Brobs not getting too close to Lilliputians unless absolutely necessary. Some people might think that was 'progressive' of her, to not treat them as any different, but most Lilliputians would just consider it 'hazardous'...

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Jeanine made sure her headset mic was off as she cussed to herself exiting the hyperloop train. She had been composed and ready not 10 minutes ago, but the brush with Nell had done much to unnerve her. To make matters worse, the time lost to Nell's 'kind offer' meant she had missed her scheduled train car by no more than a handful of seconds, the doors snapping shut just as she rounded the corner to the boarding platform. This meant the meeting introductions were already under way by the time she had gotten there, exiting the next train. Jeanine exited the terminal at the meeting desk station (which probably looked like some kind of desk mounted pen holder to the Brobs, and some manner of child sized train station playset to the Gulliverians of the office), and keying her headset into the meeting hall frequency, double tapped her mic. She saw the absolutely massive Brob sized monitor hanging over the meeting hall table upon which she stood, listing a series of staff, and a red light winking green next to her own name to signify she had connected to the multi channel audio call. She also noted, frustratingly, that she was the only scheduled member of staff who wasn't signed in at the time.

“Ah, Jeanine, thank you for joining us.” her headset chirped, this time in a male voice she recognized as her department manager. He spoke in a tone that told her he acknowledged her being late but that he wasn't actually concerned about it. John sat at the far end of the table, chairing the meeting, and had a swath of papers before him that could probably be folded into a paper airplane that would even support a Gulliverian. The Brobdingnagian man sat in a crisply tailored business suit, his gaze politely turned towards the hyperloop terminal he knew she must have just exited. There was absolutely no way he could have actually spotted her at this distance with their size difference, but Jeanine appreciated the gesture all the same. Even at this distance, she could make out his well defined facial features; had he not been a Brob, she might even fancy an office romance with him... Though she was well aware of the impracticalities that would present to a couple of their height difference.

“Sorry, sorry, just missed my train...” Jeanine responded, “I hope I haven't missed anything?”

“No, nothing to worry about, we were just wrapping up introductions but I believe you've already met everyone scheduled for this meeting” John answered, reviewing the list of present staff members.

“See? Should have just let me give you a ride...” said the familiar ear shatteringly loud voice of Nell. Jeanine yelped involuntarily, the booming voice startling her. Jeanine spun around and realized her misfortune; Nell had been seated (or maybe chosen to sit?) at the chair directly beside the hyperloop terminal; somehow Jeanine hadn't noticed until she spoke, her focus on John and trying to get to the meeting on time. Jeanine noticed with some apprehension that Nell was very close to the desk upon which she now stood, and she felt her heart drop when she realized the presentation terminal that had been set up for her was 'conveniently' located even closer to Nell, practically right in front of her. Jeanine quickly swallowed her anxiety as best she could, and though she refused to show it, proceeded towards the desk with a not negligible amount of reluctance.

“Now Nell, you know that's against office policy. We've had far too many accidents in the past regarding that. Our Lilliputian staff take the hyperloop for their own safety, and we're aiming for an accident free year here at the office.” said John. Jeanine was happy to hear someone else say it, particularly John, but she couldn't help but pick up something in the way he'd said it... It wasn't the implication of an accident, it was common knowledge in the office that last year they'd had a few incidents of Lilliputians being killed in regrettable circumstance, Jeanine had been on vacation last year when her own supervisor Kim was killed in some kind of accident (she didn't know the details, it was common for such incidents to be kept to the HR department and whatever happened hadn't made it's way to the Lilliputian staff) but it sounded like there was something else in his tone. It was a nagging feeling but she quickly brushed it aside, she was already late for the meeting, she had to focus on nailing her presentation right now. She quickly settled in and tried to ignore the looming presence of Nell directly behind her.

“Now with the introductions out of the way, I believe the first subject on the agenda is Jeanine's study of the New York regional market. Jeanine, if you're ready to begin?”

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“... so in conclusion, in order for Energy Planet to gain a foothold in New York state, we need to adapt the variety and duration of contracts we offer our potential clients. Our competitors have already clued in on this, but I believe we can offer shorter terms to get new customers on board; year long contracts are not something the people of New York are ready to sign on for, we need to offer 6, or even 3 month contracts, to help our new clients not feel so threatened by a year long agreement they feel they might regret. Thank you.”

“Jeanine, thank you very much for your presentation, I can see you've really gone above and beyond on this.” said John, without hesitation. Jeanine felt herself blush at the compliment, and was glad the camera that had broadcasted her presentation had automatically turned off after finished her concluding statement. “I think you've really gotten to the heart of the trouble we've had getting a foothold in the region, and if you're ready to draft up a new set of short term contract options we can offer our customers as an introductory trial, I'd like to put you in charge of the NYC marketing division as soon as next week.”

Jeanine almost jumped out of her seat in shock. She had worked hard for it, she knew, but she didn't expect a sudden promotion like this to oversee the New York regional division, this was beyond anything she imagined could have come from her presentation. Apparently she wasn't the only one in shock either; without warning, a massive ceramic mug bigger than the hyperloop station she had arrived from slammed down with a single ***THUMP*** not far from where Jeanine was seated. The force of the impact knocked down everything at her presentation terminal, and Jeanine shrieked as she was blasted by the sudden surge of force. She watched as, almost seemingly in slow motion, globules of brown coffee the size of beach balls sailed through the air, before splashing down around her. Thankfully it was cooled enough at that point to only be minimally warm, but Jeanine was coated with the thick brown muck all the same.

“Oh my god, Jeanine, are you alright?” said the panicked voice of John in her (thankfully fluid proofed) headset, and after sputtering a few times and wiping the coffee off her face, she saw that he was already standing up from his seat and leaning towards her to try and see if she was okay. She replied;

“Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, what was tha-”

“Oh... Sorry Jean, I lost my grip there, should I get a napkin and clean you up?” said the voice of Nell in her headset, and Jeanine instantly had visions of her being smeared into the tabletop by a giant paper towel.

“THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY!” Jeanine shouted, before realizing how loudly she'd said it. She followed up with a few coughs, rattled again for the third time that day.

“Are you sure? I know I have one somewhere here in my purse...” said Nell again, lifting her enormous designer handbag up and dropping it not much further away than the coffee mug now sat, again causing Jeanine to bounce a couple feet into the air against her will as it dropped. She began to rummage through it, before Jeanine again, rather loudly, assured her it would not be necessary, hoping she wasn't betraying her panic.

“Nell, please, Jeanine is alright, we'll get her to the Lilliputian rest room she can get herself cleaned up. Jeanine, I'm so sorry, but at least you finished your presentation before that happened. You're dismissed from the meeting, go get yourself cleaned up and take an extended lunch break, just shoot me an email whenever you're ready and back on task. Don't worry about the mess, we'll clean it up after you've left. Nell, if you'd see me in my office after we're done here?”

Jeanine breathed a sigh of relief, she had nailed her presentation, gotten a promotion to head of the New York state division, and it seemed like John was going to talk some sense into Nell. She tried to relax. It had been a long morning, but she tried to frame it in her mind in a positive way. She had a lot to be positive about, and she was already spinning up her first draft of the new contract options in her mind as she thanked John and excused herself to the hyperloop. She boarded the next train back to the Lilliputian staff area, and started to make her way to the restroom to clean up. As she walked into the bathroom, she saw her co-worker Ruby applying some fresh lipstick in the mirror. Ruby caught her in the mirror reflection, and turned to her.

“Holy shit Jeanine, what happened to you?” she said, eyeing up her coffee stained attire.

“I had another run in with Nell and her Brob sized coffee spill... now shove over so I can get at that sink” Jeanine said, but still smiling all the same.

“No one gets soaked in that swill the Brobs call coffee and stays smiling unless they have a pretty good reason for it, I guess your presentation went well?”

“Oh Ruby you have no idea; John wants me to take over the New York division next week. I just had to outline why our existing contract options weren't cutting it, and how we had to offer shorter terms to get customers on board. He loved it!”

“Wow... Jeanine I uh... I don't know what to say. I guess congratulations foremost but... Just be careful, okay?”

“Why, what do you mean?” said Jeanine, still on cloud nine as she relived John's compliment in her head, smiling even as she leaned forward to soak her hair in the sink and rinse out of the coffee grounds.

“I mean... Jeanine you DO know who wrote up the old contracts for New York, right?”

“No, must have been someone who didn't do their research into the market though, whoever did was an idiot for su-”

“Jean. Listen to me. NELL wrote those old contracts up. She's been gunning to take the lead on New York ever since the regulations changed that allowed us to sell energy contracts to residents of the state.” Ruby said,

Jeanine felt her blood turn ice cold.

“Sh- she did?” Jeanine said, pulling her head out of the sink to look at Ruby, who's concern was evident on her face.

“Yeah... She did. Look, Jeanine, I know this is important to you, and you are definitely the person who should have the job, but maybe consider sitting this one out?”

“I... I have to get back to my desk, thank you Ruby I'll... I'll talk to you later.” said Jeanine, barely bothering to squeeze the water out of her hair and ignoring that her clothes were still dripping with coffee.

“Jean... Jean!” said Ruby, making a half-hearted attempt to follow her before sighing and turning back to the mirrror. “Fuck, I hope she's alright...”

Jeanine sat down at her cubicle, grimacing as the coffee in her skirt was pressed out of the fabric by her body weight. She ignored the questioning stares of her co-workers as the brown liquid seeped out of her clothing. 'Work.' she said to herself mentally, turning on the computer monitor, 'Just... get to work and put all of this out of your mind.' Fate had other plans it would seem, however, as Jeanine noticed a new email from John in her inbox. With some trepidation, Jeanine opened it.

“Hey Jeanine;

I just wanted to follow up with you about the meeting. Again, congratulations on your promotion! We can discuss the terms of that soon, I'll pencil you in some time before Friday so we can figure that out. I just wanted you to know I spoke to Nell about being more careful; I'm sure you already know it was an accident, but she really feels awful about it and requested I ask you to swing by her cubicle so she could apologize in person. I hope you'll do that, she'd feel a lot better about it, and I think it'd be good for your working relationship with her; I guess I haven't mentioned yet, but Nell will be your right hand on the New York division once we get you set up, so a professional showing of no hard feelings will go a long way here between you two. Feel free to take an extra coffee break after lunch today too (if you haven't already had enough coffee for one week, ha!).

- John”

Jeanine bit her tongue so as not to scream.

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Jeanine had taken John up on that extended lunch break. After the initial shock had worn off, she had found the time to, at last, squeeze most of the remaining coffee fluids out of her clothes. Now she sat in her chair, quietly sipping an herbal tea, so chosen because she knew she would have enough trouble sleeping tonight, she didn't need the extra caffeine. Still, the hardest task yet lay before her; John was expecting her to make nice with Nell, a colossus of a woman who could, and almost had twice today already, crushed her to a pulp with the slightest motion. A woman whom she had just unknowingly sniped a promotion from, whom she had spent an hour criticizing the work of. How easy would it have been for her to just swat her like a gnat before she even saw it coming? She had been doing her best to ignore her during her entire presentation... She winced imagining what Nell's face must have looked like during her presentation, as this insect of a woman sat on the table in front of her, and told their boss that her contract work had been ill researched and implemented without an understanding of the market... Oh god... and she was going to have to face her again. Today. In less than an hour... Jeanine thought about what Ruby had said. Maybe she could tell Nell that she didn't want the position, and that she'd recommend her instead? Would that be enough? She didn't know. This promotion meant everything to her, she'd finally be able to move out of her shitty little Lilliputian hex cell apartment... The Gulliverians jokingly called them 'Hives' because of how much they resembled the homes of bees... Was she willing to risk Nell's wrath to do this? Nell wouldn't... murder her... would she..?

She was still lost in thought when the email notification popped up on her screen.

“Hey Jeanine;

Can I speak to you? I have a few minutes free and I'd like to apologize for earlier at the meeting in person. I'll see you at my cubicle in 5?

<3, Nell”

She was out of time. Whatever she decided to do, she was going to have to do it in front of Nell. She swallowed the pit in her throat, stood up, and started walking to the hyperloop terminal.

~ ~ ~

Jeanine really did consider just missing the stop that would take her to Nell's desk. She considered just staying on that hyperloop train until it circled the office a hundred times over and the day was done and she could go home, but she knew she had to do this. She still wasn't sure what she was going to say, she couldn't even think. She was just on autopilot, her mind somewhere else as she tried to formulate a plan. She barely even noticed when she exited the hyperloop train and saw the glowing sign stating “TERMINAL 79B: B. STAFF CUBICLE BLOCK”. She was here, she'd come this far, she had to do this. She inhaled, and stepped out to the shuttle craft that would take her to Nell.

“Oh, hey! I didn't know if you'd make the time!” said Nell, the radio headset tuning in as the shuttle craft docked at the minuscule platform built into the side of Nell's desk (so built as to avoid damage when Brobdingnagians shuffled items around on their desks). Jeanine tapped her headset, accepting the call.

“Yeah... I'm here, just hang on I'm taking the lift up to your desk.”

Jeanine took one last deep breath, and pressed the 'Surface' button of the lift. The elevator quietly closed the doors and slid up, a perfectly level hatch sliding away as it rose up above the desk and opened to let her out. Jeanine exhaled, and exiting the lift, turned to look up at Nell. She was surprised to see her smiling, and respectfully keeping her face far enough away that speaking wouldn't knock her down with the force of her voice. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all..?

“Hey Jeanine, thanks for coming by. I just wanted to talk with you in person about what happened earlier, and about your new position.” Nell said, looking down at Jeanine but leaning back in her chair so as not to subject her to her volume.

“It's alright Nell, I know it was an accident. And look, about my presentation, and about the promotion... I don't know if I'm going to accept it, I-”

“WHAT?” Nell almost shouted, and even leaning back in her chair, Jeanine felt the blast. “Of course you're going to accept it. You've earned it.”

“Well I-

“No well I, you picked apart the New York plan, found some problems, and offered a solution. You earned it.”

“I... well... thank you Nell, I-”

“But.” interrupted Nell. Jeanine suddenly felt very tense. “There's something I have to explain to you too.”

Nell leaned slightly forward in her chair, scrutinizing Jeanine, who was front and center in front of her, and continued;

“I've been with this company for a long time Jean. You don't mind if I call you that, right Jean? Little Jeanie? Oh, I could keep you in a lamp... Wouldn't that be funny...” Nell smirked at her joke, her eyes focused squarely on the Lilliputian before her. Jeanine suddenly felt very, very exposed.

“So Jean, or Jeanie, I haven't decided yet... Here's what I need you to understand.” Nell rested her forearms on the edge of the desk, her hands coming together to touch her fingers at their tips, and at the same time, forming a shadowy canopy over Jeanine. “I'm willing to admit when I'm wrong. But I will not tolerate being made a fool in front of my colleagues, particularly John. And especially...” Nell said, Jeanine detecting the venom in her tone on the last word, “Especially, not by one of your kind.”

Jeanine instinctively backed away as Nell slowly began to lean forward “Because the next time you're on that meeting desk, I might just have an accident. Maybe little ol' Nell with her prescription glasses won't see you, and maybe she'll... lean a little too far forward as she's getting up...”

Jeanine went wide eyed and mumbled 'oh my god' to herself under her breath, as Nell pushed out her chest, and her gargantuan, city block sized breasts strained against the fabric, their sheer mass impressed upon Jeanine as the buttons of her blouse struggled to contain them. Nell took a deep breath as she leaned forward ever more, her boobs pushing so hard Jeanine could see the lip of her satin bra over the edge of her shirt, as they descended towards her. Jeanine fell backwards and began scooting away from the all becoming chest, now enveloped in their looming shadow, as she unabashedly screamed for her life.

“And my little Jeanie will be squished flat under Nell's big, heavy chest...” said Nell, in a syrupy mocking tone that left no doubts that, if Jeanine could somehow have seen her face over her monolithic rack, she'd be biting her lip. “And maybe John will notice a little splat on the underside of my tits, while I'm giving him the best titfuck of his life. And I'll tell him I must have dripped a little jam on myself during lunch, and how would I have seen it there? My tits are so fucking huge, if something were to end up beneath them... How would I even notice? And he'll laugh as I run my finger over what's left of Little Jeanie and lick her off my finger just before I take his big fucking cock in my mouth and smear you all along the length of his shaft with my tongue... Because that's why he always asks me to stay behind after the meetings are done... Because I have the biggest tits of any girl in the office, Little Jeanie, and he likes fucking my big... heavy... tits.”

And just before Jeanine thought she was going to be smashed to paste under Nell's breasts, they stopped, inches from coming down on top of her. Nell held them there for what felt like Jeanine for an eternity, her eyes closed, relishing in how easy it would be to just drop the full weight of her chest on this pest and be done with her... and no one would even notice.

“Because you know what happened to little Kim, don't you, Little Jeanie?” said Nell, releasing her from her torment as she stood up and threw her purse strap over her shoulder. Jeanine was laid out flat on the desk, covered in a cold sweat despite just having been subjected to the sweltering body heat of Nell, her heart racing and pounding in her ears.

“W- What did you do to her?” Jeanine asked, almost instantly regretting asking, realizing she probably didn't want to know.

“Little Kim had an accident... They think she got swept off the meeting desk by the fluttering of some papers, and onto my chair while I was getting a glass of water...” Nell said, turning around to collect her coat from the hanger at the edge of her cubicle. “And little Kim went SPLAT” Nell said, slapping her curvaceous ass through her skirt for emphasis. Jeanine felt the crack of the impact in her ears, and watched the ripple from the slap cascade out across Nell's massive posterior. Nell turned around, a predatory look on her face as she put on her coat, but kept her eyes locked on the distant dot on her desk that represented Jeanine.

“And really, it was an honest mistake, swear to god. No, really! I didn't even notice! How could I? You Lilliputians are so fucking tiny, and my big butt is so... not...” Nell's smirked somehow widened even more. “They did an investigation around the office, and finally pieced together what had happened by tracking her headset before it went dark... At first I felt pretty bad about it, but under SEPA I couldn't be charged, especially when they noted I need glasses to see much of anything. HR hushed the whole thing up. The whole thing was... well in retrospect... It was pretty fucking hot.”

Jeanine was horrified, and before she could even think to stop herself, she muttered “... Monster.” Jeanine felt the colour drain from her face when she realized her mic was still active.

“Yeah, that's right, you little fucking bug...” Nell leaned in until her eyes were almost level with the desk, her mouth, mercifully at least, below the level of the desk, preventing her voice from battering the Lilliputian woman, “I'm a big fucking monster, with big monster titties, and a big monster ass, and if you're not careful...” Nell raised her face up and let her tongue roll out of her mouth, bathing Jeanine in the hot, sweltering humidity of her breath as she waggled it teasingly in front of the diminutive woman, before pulling it back in, and making an ear cracking kiss with her gigantic lips. “I might just gobble you up like a big fucking monster too.”

“See you at the next meeting...” Nell smirked, and turned to leave the cubicle, each colossal footfall shaking the desk Jeanine still stood on.

Jeanine just laid there for a while.

Corporate Rivalry: Chapter 2

Author's foreword: Thank you for waiting patiently! I know this chapter has been 'coming soon' for a little bit; regrettably I have some personal issues in my life that have and continue to impede my writing, and I'm hopeful that will all be resolved soon. Chapter 1 got over 2000+ reads in no time and glowing reviews, and that's the sort of feedback that gives me the energy to keep writing, so, thank you everyone who read chapter 1 and/or left a review, you have my gratitude.

I won't waste anymore of your time, please enjoy the next chapter. :)

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Jeanine sat in her bedroom, wrapped tightly in the thickest blanket she could find. With only her face and hands exposed to the world, she cradled a mug of microwave chicken soup and stared off. Her hex cell apartment was one of a great countless many such dwellings in the Lilliputian urban cluster that Gulliverians so frequently joked about as 'Hives', due to their resemblance to the waxy homes of their native bees. They were truly a marvel of Lilliputian engineering and urban planning, and a necessity of the modern Lilliputian way of life given their propensity for huge families and many children. Where the Brobdingnagians might be titanic in their physical size and power, they were relatively small in number. The Lilliputians, by contrast, had found their place in being clever and, perhaps rather grimly, in their ability to replace their losses in a world that ranked them somewhat lowly on the food chain. If the Gulliverians in their intermediate size and numbers were any indication, it would seem that evolution more strongly favored such a strategy the smaller you were.

She hated it here. It was, by Lilliputian standards, an absolutely, perfectly average apartment in a sea of perfectly average apartments. Her neighbors were well behaved, the sound proof insulation was up to snuff, but she just... She craved the freedom of something independent of a 'Hive'. Lilliputian suitable land was at an extreme premium, especially land away from Gulliverian or Brob settlements, but it was still available... This promotion was supposed to be the key to that for her, and yet here she was, terrified instead of overjoyed after her brush with Nell. Thoughts racing through her head as she sipped soup from her mug, Jeanine barely realized she was absently staring at the television. She had turned it on for some white noise without any thought as to what she had put on, and was alarmed to realize it was an old Lilliputian B monster movie. It was pretty routine for low budget movies from Lilliput to hire a burnt out Gulliverian or Brobdingnagian actor to wear a monster suit and step on some old condemned buildings or walk all over some undeveloped land and flatten it out for agricultural purposes; it had the dual purpose of saving costs on an actual demolition or landscaping operation while making 'movie magic', afterall. Jeanine was, however, in no mood for it right now, and she quickly scrambled for the TV remote.

But moments before clicking the TV off, she stopped. In the darkness of her room and lit only by the glow of her television, she stared at the screen. The dated black and white film rolled forward, a title card flashed, and a narrator shouted the words; “ATTACK OF THE GIANT CAVE BROB!”. The voice continued;

“Frozen for thousands of years beneath the ice, the colossal Brobdingnagian woman from another time pursues only her basest desires! Uncivilized, uncouth, and without restraint, her rampage threatens to undo all of Lilliputian civilization! What terror awaits the good people of Lilliput, and will they survive the... ATTACK. OF THE GIANT. CAVE BROB!?”

The 'monster', a Brobdingnagian woman scantily dressed in some kind of faux cheetah print bikini and loincloth clearly intended to provoke thoughts of a primitive era, looked very bored with her role as she half heartedly growled and raised her hands up in a 'claws out' motion, and casually stomped on what was clearly a long abandoned and dilapidated Lilliputian town. Though the acting may have been ineffective, even the most uninspired foot fall from a Brob was more than enough to leave a lasting impression on the old structures. Jeanine watched in silence as the buildings were crushed without resistance, gripping her mug of soup. She watched through the eyes of the camera, which must have been situated some hundreds of Lilliputian miles away to capture the Brobdingnagian woman in frame at her full height, as the actress annihilated the condemned town in an effortless and completely disinterested fashion. Her face betrayed that she was probably thinking about what to eat for dinner tonight as she did it.

Jeanine felt something she didn't expect to feel; a sensation of fear turning to... lust. This gigantic woman had no appreciation of the freedom and power she held, how easily she could destroy a city and all within it. To her it was clearly just some gig she probably dug out of the back of a newspaper for a few extra bucks ahead of the weekend. Dress up in a bikini, make some 'cave woman' noises, step on some old junk, and shake your ass a little for the camera? Sure, it was beer money, why not? Jeanine realized she was feeling very warm. She dropped the TV remote and put her soup on the night table. She found herself leaning into the screen, and watched as the enormous woman scooped up a camera crew and mimed bringing them to the gaping maw of her mouth...

Jeanine realized she was touching herself. She almost stopped herself at the realization but... didn't. She thought of John, a man who could crush her to nothing under his cock, and that giant bitch Nell, and imagined what it would be like if she could take her place...

~~~

“And Jeanine, could I see you in my office after the meeting?” said John, giving her a coy little wink that no one else at the meeting table caught, despite their monolithic scale.

“Of course!” Jeanine said, towering over the surface of the table, smirking as she gave her hips a little twist, the frills of her short skirt casting a gale-force wind around her curvaceous figure. “Oh, sorry Nell, forgot you were down there...”

Jeanine repressed a giggle, but could not hide her smile and girlishly raised a hand to her lips to stifle herself as she looked down at the minuscule Lilliputian before her, sent reeling by her most casual of motions. The insect of a woman quickly got up and kept her head down, brushing herself off as she avoided eye contact. “I-It's no problem Jeanine, I know you're just so big, it's easy to forget about us... Ha ha...” chirped her headset.

Jeanine examined the tiny figure of Nell running around on the surface of the desk, looking completely flustered and helpless as she collected the scattered papers of her presentation. John had scolded her for the inattention to detail in her report and suggested Nell take a leaf out of Jeanine's book instead, telling her that this is why Jeanine was in charge of the New York division and not her. Jeanine smirked and gave a little 'hmmph' watching her pathetically try to get herself together. Just as she was about to turn away, Jeanine realized everyone else had left the meeting hall as she had stood watching Nell go about her motions. She thought of John waiting in his office for her, and a devilish thought crossed her mind...

“So Nell, what do you think about John?” said Jeanine, her voice far enough away now that she was standing that it didn't knock her around.

“J-John? He's uh... He's a great boss and I-” Nell began,

“Oh come on now Nell it's just us girls in here... Do you think he's hot?” Jeanine interrupted.

“H-Hot? Jeanine he's... He's a little big for me... I-”

“Oh, he's real big Nell...” Jeanine smirked again. She leaned in towards Nell, lowered her voice, and with all the charm of the snake suggesting the forbidden fruit, continued. “Would you fuck him, if you could?”

“Jeanine I... I-I don't know if this is appropriate workplace conversation...”

“Answer the question short stuff.”

“I-I mean he's a handsome guy sure but-”

“I didn't ask if he was handsome, Nell. I asked... Would. You. Fuck. Him?”

Even with their size difference, Jeanine could see Nell actually quaking under her scrutiny as she awaited her answer. The Lilliputian woman audibly gulped loud enough that her headset picked it up, transmitting the sound of her nervous swallowing, much to Jeanine's delight.

“Y-yeah I guess so...” said Nell, nervously pulling at the neck of her shirt.

Jeanine threw her head back and laughed, slapping a hand down on the surface of the table. The impact of her open palm slamming on the wood of the desk sent Nell tumbling to the ground, and she covered her ears to try and protect herself from the sound.

“You little slut. You think he'd fuck you? You insignificant little gnat? That's the funniest thing I've heard all year. Well I've got a surprise for you, little Nell... John isn't going to fuck you, but you sure are going to get fucked.”

“Jeanine what- what are you do- AAAHHHHH” Nell began before screaming, as Jeanine casually scooped up the hapless Nell in her enormous grip in one fell motion. Jeanine giggled, using her off hand to pop open the top button of her blouse, exposing her canyonesque cleavage. She opened her hand flat, hovering over her chest, and continued to mock Nell.

“I wonder how many little Nell's it would take to fill even just one of my bra cups? A city's worth? Maybe after I'm done with you here I should go to your pathetic tiny Lilliput and find out... Wouldn't that be fun?”

“Jeanine... Please... I'm too little... Your tits are too big, please, please don't put me in your bra... Jeanine please I'll be squished! Jeanine I'm sorry, how could I ever think John would fuck a bug of a woman like me? Jeanine... Please!” Nell begged on her hands and knees, absolutely dwarfed by the palm of Jeanine, looking down over the edge of her hand into the chasm created by Jeanine's enormous breasts.

“Oh, I hope you like big tits as much as John does, my little Nell...” Jeanine smirked, tilting her hand up as the diminutive form of Nell slipped, screaming, into the abyss of girlflesh, the transmission from her headset going dark as it was swallowed up in the thousands of tons of tit on either side of Jeanine's chest. Jeanine couldn't contain a fit of giggles as she quickly walked towards John's office, making sure to put an extra spring in her step to torment her captive with the bouncing of her heaving chest.

“Hey boss man.” Jeanine said in a syrupy tone, leaning into the door frame of his office to accentuate her figure. “You wanted to see me?”

“Oh, I needed to see you Jeanine... It's a very important matter.” said John, standing up from his desk and quickly shutting the blinds on the window and beckoning her inside. Jeanine could see she'd kept him waiting as he stood up, the throbbing bulge in his slacks all too apparent. He walked over to the front of his desk, turning around and leaning back against it, as Jeanine sauntered over to him, swaying her hips.

“Oh? You know I'm always at your beck and call when you need me John...” Jeanine said, turning around, lifting the frill of her skirt, and pressing her ass against his obvious erection. He groaned in approval, and Jeanine knew that even if Nell's headset couldn't transmit through all that tit, her far larger and more powerful headset would be broadcasting every sound back to her, helpless to even voice her humiliation.

“I knew I had to have you when you first started working here, Jeanine...” John started, quickly removing his tie, even as Jeanine rocked her ass against the hard shaft of his cock through his pants.

“Tell me why John... Tell me why you had to have me.” said Jeanine, timing the wiggles of her ass against him with every word.

“I'm drawn to successful women Jeanine. Beautiful women with the intelligence and drive to move up in this world...” he responded, his heart pounding as she continued to tease him. “And these... well these help too.”

Jeanine moaned as John's large, powerful hands reached up from behind her and took hold of her big Brob tits and squeezed. If Nell survived that, well, they were just getting started... As John moved to undo his belt, Jeanine took advantage, sliding two fingers into her cleavage and with a scooping motion, she pulled up. A very defeated looking Nell was her reward. The Lilliputian woman was definitely in rough shape, probably a couple broken bones from being compressed between her colossal breasts, but Jeanine wasn't done with her yet. Her back still turned to John as he slid his pants down past his ankles, she looked down at the mangled Nell, smiling with absolute malice or concern for her suffering, and spoke aloud.

“What would you say if I told you one of the Lilliputian girls at the office told me she had a crush on you?”

John, despite himself, laughed. “One of those mite sized girls thinks she can handle this?” he said, pressing his hard dick, large, even by Brobdingnagian standards, against Jeanine's ass. She shivered in anticipation at the touch of his bare flesh against her, his thick cock large enough to level one of those pathetic 'hives' Nell and her kind lived in with a casual thrust.

“Pretty much what I was thinking...” said Jeanine, still looking at the tiny Nell in her hand, her grin reaching ear to ear as she lifted her palm to her mouth. Jeanine could see Nell fearfully lifting one of her arms up in terror before vanishing below her sight, and into her mouth. Jeanine expertly caught her on the tip of her tongue, before turning around and dropping to her knees.

“Open wide...” said John, and Jeanine dutifully obeyed. Her headset re-established connection with Nell's just in time, and Jeanine could hear Nell screaming for her life as the enormous cock, bigger than a Lilliputian office tower, descended towards her, helpless to save herself.

Jeanine could swear she heard a little 'crunch' as the full weight of John settled on her tongue, and she began to suck...

Corporate Rivalry: The Holiday Special

Author's foreword: Howdy folks; it's that time again where I apologize for the delay in fresh content for this story. A few of you have reached out to me on the GC forum or the email address I use for this side of my life (hot damn stories @ gmail . com if you want to drop me a line! [Maybe even talk commissions..?] Just remove the empty spaces, of course). I do read all your reviews and reply to all messages, and your feedback and interaction serves as a solid reminder that I have fans(!) eagerly awaiting a new chapter. I hope this semi-canonical Holiday Special finds you well this Christmas of 2021; fuck knows we could all use a break after the last 2 years of this crap. I'll try to make it a fun one for you.

Fun Fact: The first two chapters make up 8486 words. As of this writing, GiantessWorld alone counts 6932 readers. It blows my mind that there's almost 1 reader per word I've written so far, not counting GiantessCity readers too, which probably helps push that ratio well past 1:1. Thank you to my readers!

With that out of the way, please enjoy the Corporate Rivalry: Holiday Special. It's going to get a little goofy, but 'tis the season, so have fun with it.

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Nell yawned, stretching her arms up with a satisfying crack of her knuckles as she reclined in her seat. It had been a long day at the office, and she was out of a promotion.

“Oh well...” Nell vocalized; she figured Jeanine had gotten the message after their little meeting of the minds at her desk, hours before. There would be other opportunities, and it was hard to stay upset given the Christmas spirit hanging in the air. Still, she'd forgotten to grab a bottle of something strong to celebrate with, and all the liquor stores would be closed by now.

“Oh!” Nell said aloud once more, thinking back to earlier in the day. After her post-meeting 'review' with John, he'd offered her something that would help her relax once the day was through. Remembering how she'd teased him by slipping it into her bra, Nell's hand reached up to her chest and she fished around the expanse of her cleavage.

“Come on, don't tell me I lost i- Ah, there you are...” Nell beamed as she plucked the quite flattened spliff from between her breasts. She pondered it for a few moments, and wondered how many Lilliputian farmers had slaved away at growing the plant that would become the now almost two dimensional joint she held. She'd seen the videos, Lilliputian workers scattering for cover when the lid was (often quite literally) lifted off their operation when the Brobdingnagian cops figured them out. Cannabis was illegal, but it didn't stop a lucrative black market for the stuff from cropping up. It was pretty hard to stay on top of them when a Lilliputian workforce could set up a grow op in just about any hole in the wall you could think of, and the cops frustration was usually vented by smashing as many of the little bastards as their boots or gloves could find. Always dismissed in court as 'regrettable accidents' in the line of duty of course... If they didn't want to be stepped on, they shouldn't have been running away, forcing officers to reposition quickly to try and apprehend them, or, heaven forbid, react to a potential attack.

Nell's lips tightened as she held back a giggle at the thought. This spliff had taken the attention of at least a dozen Lilliputians to produce, and would have been a towering tree to them as a plant. She'd crushed it flat just carrying it in her tits for a few hours. The idea that a Lilliputian could represent a threat to someone her size was laughable, she didn't know how they kept getting away with it in court. At least in her case, sitting on Kim had been a genuine accident and SEPA had ensured she was in the clear there, but the cops had no issue openly treating them like the pests they were.

Nell tried to round the edges of the joint out, but not having much luck with it, shrugged and put it to her lips as she opened her purse for a lighter. Sparking up and inhaling, she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she pursed her lips and exhaled, feeling the tension in her body melt away. She began to daydream, the theater of her mind treating her to all manner of whimsy. She thought of all those Lilliputian workers climbing through the leaves to do the pruning, or digging through the soil to inject nutrients right into the roots, all to produce this measly little spliff. It was a lot of effort, for something so very small, to someone so very big...

“Fuck...” she said to herself, leaning back into her reclining chair, letting the pleasant feelings rush to her head as the THC did its thing, taking mental note of the rocking of her heavy breasts in the confines of her shirt as she settled in. She felt big. Even by Brobdingnagian standards, she was stacked. She inhaled again, coughing as she giggled thinking about little Jeanine. Nell would never know what it must be like, to be so humiliated, having some giant bitch threatening to drop a tit on you. She could only imagine how it'd feel from her perspective, knowing a casual brush of her breast against her, something she might do to tease John if she caught the opportunity, would turn Jeanine into a red stain against her blouse. She thought of little Kim, unknowingly crushed beneath the ass that did just as much as her rack to make her popular with the boys, and felt herself getting aroused at the thought of just how obsoleting she was to Lilliputian women. Her mind wandered back to John, as she took another drag from her spliff, her head sinking back into the cushion of her recliner. Her legs rose up as she flicked off her high heels, holding the spliff in her lips as the index and middle finger of her left hand 'walked' backwards up the arm of the chair, onto her left boob, and made their way to the buttons of her blouse, as her right hand slinked up above the line of her skirt. She sighed as the buttons of her shirt came loose, and her tits, no longer confined by the strained material, rolled out with enough force to rock her torso, gripping her left tit as her fingers rolled up to pinch her swollen nipple. She let herself fall into the day dream as her fingers found her clit, her blonde hair cascading off the back of the chair...

~~~

The Lilliputian city, cut off from the rest of the world, lay entrenched, surrounded by a wall of glittering snow, seemingly over a hundred feet high. Preserved under the emergency glass shielding that rose up from the ground around the city, it would appear from afar like a large, slightly domed clearing devoid of snow. Within, the Lilliputians took comfort indoors, waiting patiently for the work force that would come clear the snow away and free them. The sprawling capital, over 20 Lilliputian miles wide, wasn't quite three quarters of a football field in radius to the Brobdingnagians the city paid a handsome tax to, just to get them out of weather conditions just like this these. Water was boiled, tea was made, and the residents tucked themselves under blankets next to heaters, watching holiday specials and drifting off to sleep as the evening crept in.

They were in no immediate danger.

Without warning, however, the city was suddenly rocked awake by a series of sky cracking ***THUDS***, in rhythmical fashion. The Lilliputians all collectively rose from their beds, wild eyed as they looked around in search of the booming noise, some of the more inebriated among them wondering if they'd just imagined it. But soon, the sky clattering noise returned, another series of rapid strikes, one after the other. They scrambled out of bed, running to the windows to see what was the matter...

“Hellooo... Anyone Hooome?” came a tremendous, feminine voice, rumbling through the glass shielding over the city, as citizens stared in disbelief at the enormous bespectacled woman tapping her knuckles against the wall. Taller than a Lilliputian skyscraper, Nell squinted through her glasses, her hands pressed up against the shielding.

“My car broke down and I'm freezing my tits off out here... Can you guys let me in?”

The mayor of the Lilliputian city blinked in disbelief as he stared at the gigantic woman outside, as every phone in his home office suddenly erupted. His wife, a bit of a lightweight, had taken a hard nap over a bottle or two of fine wine and could only bring herself to put her hands over her ears, shouting at her husband to do something about the incessant ringing of the phones. The mayor, snapping out of his trance, shook his head to try and stimulate some blood flow into his still waking brain, before running downstairs to the office in nothing but his cotton pajamas.

Unsure where to start, the mayor pushed some papers off his desk, homing in on the vibrating noise of his cell phone.

“T- This is Mayor Golbasto's office...” he muttered out.

“Jack, it's Frederick. What the hell are we supposed to do here exactly?”

The mayor immediately regretted settling on his cell phone first upon recognizing the caller as Fred Lalcon. He realized he wasn't going to get back to sleep any time soon.

“You're the chief of police, Fred, isn't this more your thing to be concerned with?”

“Spare me Golbasto, I'm already getting calls about panic in the streets. What are we going to do with this giant bitch? We can't exactly ask her to freeze to death out there, unless you want the Brobs to send their chief of police over here to ask the mayor of Mildendo why he left one of theirs die from exposure on Christmas night?”

Jack felt a very seasonal chill roll up his spine at the thought.

“Alright, alright Fred you make a good point. What do you propose?”

“Here's what I'm thinking. We let her know we'll let her in, but we need time to evacuate the outskirts of the city. We HAVE to let her in, there's no getting around it, but if we just designate a strip of skip row for her, enough where she can lay down and warm up, we can minimize the damage and clear some development space. You feel me Jack?”

Jack Golbasto had to admit, he was impressed with the quick thinking.

“I can take it up with the council later and see about billing the Brobs for the damages, and we'll look like heroes to the press. This should work nicely then Fred. You'll let her know to wait while we sort that out?”

~~~

Nell waited impatiently, her arms under her chest, making it obvious even through her thick winter jacket that was she quite shapely. A connection had been established from her headset to the police headquarters, who assured her they would lower the shield long enough for her to come in as soon as they'd cleared space for her. Nell could see the tiny blue and red lights of the police cruisers forming roadblocks between the tiny structures, the thousands of Lilliputians funneling away from one district of the city, but it seemed like it was taking forever. She huffed to herself, shivering in the cold, watching as her breath left a fine layer of frost as it condensed against the outer glass.

“Miss? Are you still there?” cracked a voice in her headset.

“Yeah... and I'm still fucking freezing out here...” Nell said back, growing more and more impatient.

“I've received word from the chief of police that we should have a safe zone for you within the hour, so if y-”

“Within the hour!? Do you know how fucking cold it is out here!? I don't exactly have the luxury of hiding behind those twigs you call trees to get out of the wind, you realize that right?” Nell barked into the headset, as she reminded herself she wouldn't stay warm very long if she broke her way through the glass.

“I- er- I-” the voice choked out, betraying the fear of the communications operator on the other end of the call.

“Tell your boss if he doesn't open this shit up in 5 minutes I'll do it myself.”

“Y- Yes ma'am, I'll let him know.”

~~~

“We can't get everyone out of the district in time... Look, if she promises to stand in one spot once we let her in, until we can fully evacuate the slums, we can let her in now. She'll just have to stay on the very edge of the district, got it? Make that very clear to her.” Frederick hid his mounting fear behind a few layers of professionalism, hanging up the phone as he surveyed the evacuation map. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea afterall...

~~~

“M- Ma'am? I- he said we can let you in but you just have to stand on the edge of the district until we get everyone out. They'll put up some yellow flares for you to see where it's safe to go, i- is that agreeable to you?”

“Yeah, whatever, just fucking get this shit open.” Nell almost yelled back.

“They're initiating the shield retraction now, ma'am. They're saying you should see the yellow flares indicating a safe position shortly. Please confirm you can see it?” the operator replied back, his voice calmed, pleased to know the giant woman would seen be warm and hopefully less cranky. However, there was only silence. The operators brow flustered slightly, waiting for a response.

“M- Ma'am? Are you there?”

There was a bit of static as the channel opened, as though the headset was having trouble maintaining a connection with the police broadcasting antenna. The young man squinted, certain he could make out something in the noise.

“JO-- ------ OPEN--- T-- DO--”

“M- Ma'am? Can you hear me? Please confirm you see the flares and understand the instructions provided?” He turned up the volume on his receiver, trying to make out the broken signal coming back to him.

Suddenly, the transmission cleared up as Nell returned to the edge of the city.

“I SAID DID YOU HEAR ME JOHN? THEY'RE OPENING THE DOOR.”

“J- John?”

The transmission ended abruptly with the telltale click of a headset being turned off.

~~~

Nell waved to John as he trudged through the snow towards her. Ever the gentleman, he'd volunteered to try and get the car running again. Quite cold and ready to warm up, his enormous boots left craters in the deep woods as he unknowingly trampled entire swaths of old growth trees, reducing them to splinters in his wake.

“They're letting us in? That's great... I figured out the problem with the car at least. The battery crapped out with the cold, but it should be fine by tomorrow when the sun warms it up. It would have been a cold night in the car.” said John, rubbing his aching hands against each other for warmth.

“I'm sure we'd have found some way to keep warm...” Nell teased, watching him approach. Turning back to the city, she noticed the panel of the glass shielding closest to her beginning to retract deep into the ground. The blinking blue and red lights of the police cruisers illuminated the city, making it look quite festive, as she noticed a ring of yellow close to the edge of the retracting panel.

“Nell, did they tell us where they wanted us or anything?”

“Something about yellow and where not to step, so just don't step on the yellow part.”

~~~

“There's TWO OF THEM?” shouted Chief Lalcon, the panic cutting through his generally tough exterior. “Repeat, you say there's TWO of t- oh. Fuck.”

Lalcon looked skyward as he ran to the flap of the tent they'd set up to act as base camp for the evacuation. At the edge of skid row, through the evening darkness and billowing snow, he could make out another impossibly huge figure approaching behind the first. The color drained from his face as he heard the whine of the mechanisms that operated the shielding disengaging, and saw the panel nearest the giant woman begin to descend. He stared in silent horror as the blast of cool air from outside the city signaled the barrier making way, and the Brobdingnagian woman lifted a colossal red high heel up, tapping it against the lowering glass with a resounding bang. He realized... she was kicking the snow off her fancy shoes before coming inside. Shoes that were about to...

“BRING THE WALL BACK UP, WE DON'T HAVE THE ROOM FOR TWO OF THEM. DO YOU HEAR ME? BRING THE WALL BACK U-”

The call went silent as Lalcon screamed in terror, watching the indescribable length of her leg stretch up, over the still lowering glass, and come down on top of base camp.

~~~

“Be careful Nell, you almost stepped on the yellow lights.” Said John, seeing how close her foot had settled from the apparently forbidden zone. Thankfully it had come down a short distance off to the side.

“Oops.” Nell said, feigning concern as she put her full weight down to lift her other foot over the still falling glass. It came down with an equally devastating effect next to the first, burying another few blocks of the city beneath it. The red and blue lights of the police cruisers, their drivers, and dozens of screaming evacuees vanished below the crimson red toe of the shoe, snuffed out in an instant as she casually placed her foot down.

“For fucks sake John don't just stand there, get in here before you let all the warm air out.”

“Alright alright I'm coming...”

~~~

Phones were exploding off the hook at the Mildendo Police Station. The dispatcher had quickly put out the word to raise the glass back up, and the call had gone through. He had no way of knowing for sure if it had gone out in time, but the flurry of activity didn't bode well...

“Report?” he said, tapping into one of the incoming calls from the panel before him.

“WE NE-- BACK--” cracked the speaker intermittently between bursts of static.

“Repeat? Back up? You need back up?”

The sounds of heavy breathing and the thudding of feet intermingled with screams as the connection reestablished. The MPD Officer on the other end of the call could be heard heaving for oxygen, almost choking.

“YOU NEED TO GET BACKUP DOWN HERE, I'VE GOT... I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY OFFICERS DOWN. THEY- THEY CAME OVER THE WALL AND IGNORED THE FLARES. THEY'RE NOT FOLLOWING THE PLAN. GET MEDIEVAC ON SITE, WE...”

The dispatcher wasted no time, already signaling support units to home in on the disaster zone. Lights representing paramedics, fire trucks, police units and more went from green to yellow, indicating their 'on route' status. The dispatcher noticed, grimly, that a good portion of those lights for units that had been coordinating the evacuation were now a dim gray, indicating a lost connection. Had they really all been..? The dispatcher shook the thought from his mind. It was his job to collect and relay information to the boots on the ground. He had to stay focused.

“Officer, I need you to collect yourself and give me a report on the situation. What are they doing now?”

There was silence from the officer, but the background noise of the screams of the people on the street suddenly began to swell up.

“I-... They-”

“Officer! I NEED your report!”

“She- She's putting her purse down.”

“... What?”

~~~

Nell took John's hand as he stepped through the open panel of the city shield, as he carefully set his foot down near her own, and away from the light of the yellow flares. The panel rose up behind him, sliding back into place and sealing with a dull clink. John looked puzzled as he surveyed the city below him and Nell. She'd said not to step on the yellow lights, but that was seemingly a very small part of the city. He knew the Lilliputians liked to live densely, was it possible they had all gone into a tightly packed underground shelter..? Before he could think too hard about it, Nell tucked herself into his arms.

“Brrrrr, at fucking last, I was freezing to death out there!” Nell said, pressing her chest against the taller John, fluttering her lashes up at him over her glasses like she knew would drive him wild.

“Nell, you said they told us NOT to step on the yellow lights, right?”

“Yeah something like that. Come on, I have something to show you...” Nell said, taking his hand and pulling him backwards with her as she reversed a couple steps closer to the city. Her crimson red high heels again sowed havoc among the fleeing pedestrians, the spikes of her pressing down through the tarmac of the streets below, knocking over power lines and plunging the district below into a flickering cascade as the streetlights flared up and died. The screaming only intensified as the bottom of Nell's purse, illuminated by the strobing blue and red of the countless police cruisers, could be seen drawing closer as Nell bent over to place it on the ground. Anyone unfortunate enough to be caught under the heavier objects within the purse stood no chance, as the weight of a Brobdingnagian sized cell phone or lipstick container within the bag crushed the comparatively minuscule Lilliputian structures and citizens. The more fortunate found themselves enshrouded in blackness as the leather material of the bag spared their lives, for the time being, draping over them like a dense blanket.

“I was going to save this for when we got to the party, but since it looks like we're staying here for the night, might as well make the most of it...” said Nell, as in one swift motion, she yanked the front zipper of her winter coat down, and pulled each half of it aside. John was wide eyed as Nell revealed her previously hidden outfit, a Santa themed red and white lingerie set. Thigh high stockings ascended from her red high heels, a thin candy cane stripe rolling invitingly up her legs. The straps tying them to her garter belt were adorned with tied ribbon bows, hugging the curvature of her thighs, with a shot of red fabric making a mockery of a job covering her pussy. Her exposed midriff was in the shadow of her generous bosom, themselves ready to pop out of the matching red cups of her bra, trimmed with a shock of white fur. The city lights below extinguished, only the soft glow of the police lights lit her from below, and the winter moonlight above. She looked nothing short of intoxicating.

“Nell I- we're in the middle of a Lilliputian city... There must be... millions of them watching us right now...” John said, feeling conflicted.

“I know. That's what it makes it even better...” said Nell, fully removing her coat and letting it crash down on the city behind her. John halfheartedly attempted to catch it, to prevent more disaster, but his hand fell well short and he made no lunge for it. His eyes never left Nell's.

“Nell... we can't... We couldn't possibly get away with fucking in the middle of a Lilliput city like this... Unless we...”

“Unless we make sure nobody is left to tell the story?” winked Nell, biting her lip as she expertly grabbed the growing hardness in the front of John's pants. John closed his eyes as Nell pressed her body against him, tightening her grip on his cock through the material. She nuzzled into his chest, her beautiful eyes aflutter as she looked up at him.

“Tell me you don't want me to fuck you in the middle of this pathetic little city.” whispered Nell. “I dare you.”

John remained silent as Nell unzipped the front of his jacket, and let it fall as she pulled it off of his shoulders. His heavy breathing was the only indication that he was reacting in any way to her advances.

“Tell me you've never fantasized about really showing these bugs who's boss... That you've never thought about carrying me to the desk where those ants scurry around doing whatever passes for work for them, and dropping me ass first on top of them...” she continued, undoing the buttons of his shirt, his heart pounding in his chest. Was this really happening? Where had this side of Nell come from? Was he really going to do this?

“Spreading my legs to either side, seeing the ones who I didn't sit on, my thighs on either side trapping them between us, scattering under the shadow cast by your thick cock...” Her words were like honeywine as she unclasped the buckle of his belt, unzipping his fly and...

Suddenly his hands gripped her, pinning her arms to her side. She gasped, pulling her face back from his chest. She stared into his eyes, unsure of his intent. “John..? Wh-”

His strong arms swiftly pulled her tightly into his embrace as he lunged forward and locked lips with Nell. She moaned in surprised and ecstasy, melting into his arms as their tongues met. John kicked his unbuttoned pants backwards behind him, uncaring as they tore through the structures below. Nell felt the hard shaft of that cock she so desperately needed pressing against her, his right hand grabbing a massive handful of her tit as his left did the same to her ass.

Nell felt a great satisfaction in knowing her seduction had broken him. He was as much hers, as she was his.

The city was doomed.

~~~

It was one act of dominance to the next as the couple indulged themselves at the expense of the Lilliputians beneath them. They used the city as a plaything to reinforce their power over the tiny people. Nell loomed over the district below as John thrust into her from behind. At first she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his enormous cock filling her up again and again, but soon found more pleasure in looking down at the screaming crowds beneath her. Some fled for their lives. Some just stared. Their terror made Nell feel even bigger than she already was, like some kind of goddess who held their fate in her hands.

“Well, that's fair...” she thought to herself, as she pressed herself even harder against his thrusts, causing one of her tits to at last break free of the cup of her lingerie and bounce with the rhythm of their lovemaking. “I do.”

John suddenly hit just the right spot, and Nell screamed out her approval as she let herself fall limp, tilting her ass up for him as her tits slammed into the people below, burying them under her twin monuments to femininity. The buildings withstood her assault for a moment, sinking into her flesh as the structures struggled against the unfathomable tonnage of girlflesh, until the full weight of her breasts came down and crumbled them. There were so many Lilliputians funneled through the city streets, that she could feel their warmth as her tits crushed them. She barely had time to breathe before John was back at it, his huge cock causing her natural wetness to cascade down her legs, drenching the city in her fragrance. Her face had settled against the ground, and with John's renewed vigor, her eyes shot wide open. Now nearly at street level, her gaze met the terrified few who had been spared the weight of her breasts. Her eyes locked into a predatory gaze as her entire body continued to rock with each powerful slam of John into her pussy, her lips grinning into a wide smile, and her tongue waggled out.

The Lilliputians had seen enough, and their wills broke. It was a free for all as the little people stampeded away from Nell's tongue, trampling one another as she lifted her head up, only to dip it down again and run her tongue along the street behind them. Thousands punched, kicked, climbed, scrambled, and screamed as their most horrible nightmare came to life. Nell showed them no mercy, feeling a growing ball of people against her tongue. Some stuck fast to her saliva, others fell beneath the fleshy mass and were reduced to smears against the tarmac as she mercilessly collected her prize. With a moan, she swallowed them whole, rolling them to the back of her throat as the shrieking survivors met their end, for nothing more than her pleasure.

John could see what she was doing, and despite himself, found his lust for her only rising. Whatever had gotten into her had gotten into him as well, it seemed. He was ready to fuck this entire city to ruin with her.

~~~

The pattern would continue. They would fuck, flatten part of the city, and move on to the next. On a good day, Nell could get at least 2 or 3 good fucks out of John, assuming they had the time to themselves in his office, but the intoxicating power they felt inspired a sense of vigor neither of the two lovers had ever known. Nell crushed entire suburbs under her ass as John pounded her pussy on top, his balls grinding anything and anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves beneath the couple into paste.

The sensations ignited their passion for each other. John had never felt so powerful in his life, showing the Lilliputians where they really stood on the hierarchy between their species. As nothing more than expendable toys, to be used at their whim for whatever pleasure could be derived from them. Their lives spent for nothing more than to be a brief sensation of a warm crunch under his ball sack. Nell felt like no other woman on earth could compare to her. The millions of Lilliputian women in this city could never handle John's dick. He needed a real woman to take the sheer size of his cock, and a real woman he had. She turned her head to the side, laying on her back as he fucked her again and again. Their tiny houses broke under their bodies. All the pathetic little 'men' that would desire her body would be destroyed by her feminine curves. All of them combined couldn't stop one of her big tits from rolling over them, powerless against their weight. She reached out and made a fist, slamming it down into a stretch of houses that hadn't been crushed yet, just to feel them break. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she gasped, feeling John pull out, just to press his face down into her pussy and toy with her clit.

~~~

When they had at last destroyed the outer ring of the city, ensuring the survivors had nowhere to go but into the heart of downtown, they surveyed the aftermath of their fun together. Impacts like bomb strikes where Nell's big breasts had cratered entire city blocks. Deep foot prints where they'd trampled any buildings that dared resist the tremors of their lovemaking. Hand prints in the ground filled with red stains. The Lilliputians died for their satisfaction by the thousands.

But, everything had to come to an end. For the giant couple, their evening fun. For the people of Mildendo, their city, and their lives. The Brobdingnagians had no intention of ever answering for their crimes here, and they would see to it that they would never have to. Almost weary with sexual exhaustion, they towered over the last structures left standing in the city; the skyscrapers of the downtown core.

Nell couldn't help but laugh. She'd never actually seen a Lilliputian 'skyscraper' before, but somehow she had assumed they'd be... well a little bigger. The tallest of them came up just to her chin. John, taller than her, was even less impressed. He'd seen Lilliputian architecture before, having traveled for business in the past, but standing this close to one, Nell at his side after their rampage, made him realize this was where he belonged. His queen, her king, using these people like the property they were. These so called 'skyscrapers' were an act of hubris by these insect sized people, attempting to challenge them. They would humble them.

They made a game of it. Nell would rock her hips, teasing John, bumping her ass against the towers, shattering their windows. She would slip between them with a giggle as he reached for her, taunting him as she would rest her breasts on top of one, crushing the top floors beneath their weight, causing John to push the entire building over to try and get his hands on her. They crushed the remaining Lilliputians beneath their feet as they played. One by one, the buildings fell, crumbling to rubble as they were pushed aside by the gargantuan bodies, until there stood but one.

The tallest structure in the entire city, the capital tower. A shining beacon of Lilliputian engineering famous the world over. It stood alone now, the ring of destruction that had been encircling it was now complete. Nell brought John to it, herself standing a full head taller than their greatest monument. Both of them dropped to their knees to look within. Past the outer windows, polished to a near mirror shine, they saw the last survivors of the city cowering in fear before their gaze. Nell smiled.

“Show them you're the biggest boss of them all. I want to watch.” She whispered to him.

John simply smiled as he stood up, and walked to the opposite side of the building. Nell stayed on her knees, watching the Lilliputians as they hid under desks, bouncing up and down with each footfall John made. They watched as the beautiful face of Nell observed them, when suddenly her eyes darted upwards. She giggled an ear shattering giggle, seeing something they could not, when suddenly the building shook with tremendous force. Screams filled the air, intermingling with the sounds of shattering glass and bending steel. One of the office girls turned to follow Nell's gaze, and she could only stare in shock as the titanic cock of the Brobdingnagian man penetrated through multiple floors of the skyscraper. Her last thought was 'Well, at least my ex-boyfriend will finally know what a real man looks like...' as she (and her ex who worked in the floor above her) were pulverized under the unstoppable onslaught of manhood.

Nell put a hand to her lips as she scoffed watching John's cock almost effortlessly tore through the structure. She watched as the Lilliputians were pulled under it, bursting into red stains against his meat as the engorged head conquered anything that stood before it. It was such an obscenely lewd act of power, it was almost comical. Her laughter turned to soft moans as she watched him indulge his lust, pulling his cock back just to sweep the collapsed floors of the building in search of more victims. She heard him grunt with pleasure as his cock rolled over a group of the tiny people making a run for the stairs, popping under the weight of his shaft. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life. She stood to meet his gaze, ready to finish him (and the city) off, when suddenly she saw something peculiar. At chin level, on top of the tower, stood two Lilliputians, a matter of inches (relative to her) from her face. They waved their arms over their heads, trying to get her attention. An unwise move, though she conceded it likely didn't matter in the long run for them. Bemused, she squinted through her glasses at them, and John soon followed her gaze.

They were making some kind of gesture to their ears, and it occurred to Nell what they were trying to do.

They wanted to communicate with her.

Nell was surprised, but decided this was too good to pass up.

“You stay right there big boy, I'll be right back...” Nell said to John, his hard cock still sandwiched between the upper floors of the tower. She quickly walked to her coat and collected her headset, tapping the power button and letting it cycle through the available frequencies as she returned to her lover. John's face betrayed confusion, but to his credit, he maintained his position as instructed. A beep indicated an automatic connection had been made, and Nell leaned in to examine her curious pair of Lilliputians that seemingly wanted her attention so badly...

“This is Mayor Golbasto speaking. I believe you and your friend here have made yourselves very familiar with my city over the past couple of hours?” chirped Nell's headset, as the speech matched the motions of the tiny male figure before her.

Nell smirked. “You know, for someone who's standing on top of a tower only held up by my man's cock, you sure don't seem too concerned about it.”

“On the contrary ma'am. My concern now is to escape this city with our lives, me and my wife here. I'd like to make a deal.” replied the Mayor. If he was terrified, he hid it well. She had to admit, it was amusing.

“Well Mr. Mayor, I do regret to inform you that you seem to be in a poor position from which to make any deals, as I see it... But let's hear it.” purred Nell, taking great amusement in watching the tiny woman next to him almost faint as she narrowed her gaze on her.

“Y- Yes well, here's my proposal. I have in my hand the emergency disengage for the city's snow shields. With one click, I will drop the glass, and you and your... boyfriend... will take me and my wife to the nearest hyperloop terminal on your way out. We won't tell a soul what happened here... We... We just want to fade into obscurity after what happened here. We don't even know your names, and we have enough wealth stashed away to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, quietly.”

Nell smirked, and looked up at John. Unable to hear the conversation himself, he looked back down at her, and nodded to show he trusted her judgment.

“I mean, we could just break out through the glass...”

“You could. It would be a very tell tale sign that the city was attacked however. If the city is instead buried in fresh snow, it would pull double duty in covering your tracks and ensuring there are no other survivors in the rubble to compromise our deal. The investigation will find the shielding somehow failed... and the city destroyed in the panic and exposure to the elements... It's a win win.”

Nell's eyebrows raised, genuinely impressed by the convenience of the mayor's plan. It would be so much easier walking away from this if everyone assumed the tiny city had succumbed to a snow storm due to a malfunction.

“Well, you're smarter than you look little man, I'll give you that. I'll take you up on that deal.” said Nell, raising her hand to be level with the top of the tower, beckoning them towards her palm.

“Yes, well, thank you, I pride myself on thinking outside the box. That's why I'm still alive when so many here are not.” said the mayor, dragging his terrified wife from the edge of the roof to Nell's hand. They climbed onto the edge of her finger, running down it's length towards the more stable center of her palm. “I'm disengaging the shielding now.”


“Yes, you're quite clever...” said Nell, lowering her hand down just below the level of her breasts, smirking to herself imagining the terrified woman feeling completely inadequate in comparison. True to his word, the glass panels surrounding the city began to retract, and the winter cold began to seep in. Their time here was nearly complete. “John, darling, let's wrap this up shall we?”

With a grunt, John ripped his still hard shaft out of the gutted building, and Nell could hear the horrified shrieks of the tiny couple in her hand through the headset as the capital tower collapsed in on itself, without the support of his cock to hold it up any longer. He stood triumphant, his dick casting a shadow in the moonlight as it hovered over Nell's hand.

“You just didn't anticipate one thing.” said Nell, seeing the aching throbbing of John's cock, begging for release.

“I- we have a deal. I've done my part, you're free to go.” said the mayor, his voice at last betraying his fear as he realized his predicament.

“Exactly.”

The mayor and his wife barely had time to scream as the hand Nell used to hold them snapped up to grip John's cock. They were splattered against it in an instant as she tightly stroked him. John went even stiffer at her touch, and the sensation of the tiny couple smearing to paste against his shaft. Already holding back his load, Nell could feel his looming climax and quickly dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her tongue pleasuring him and licking away the remains of the mighty Mayor Golbasto and his wife as John emptied his aching balls into her throat.

~~~

The investigation was inconclusive. The only thing that could be recovered from the city was an electronic log detailing an emergency shutdown of the shields that prevented the city from being buried in the snowfall. It hadn't helped that the Brobdingnagian snow removal team had accidentally rolled over most of the city with a snow plow trying to find the damn place under all that frost, ensuring any further evidence would be marred by having to ask if the destruction had already been there, or was caused by the plow itself. A modest donation was made by the plow company, and no charges could be brought against them, as it wasn't even clear if they had been responsible under the Size Equality Protections Act. It wasn't unheard of for entire Lilliputian cities to be wiped out in natural disasters from time to time, and so, despite being a major Lilliputian population center, it quickly faded from view in the Gulliverian and Brobdingnagian papers. An odd footnote in the history of an odd people, it was soon forgotten by all but the Lilliputians who had lost family in the city's mysterious fate.

And, of course, it would always be remembered by two Brobdingnagians in particular...