Ivis stepped over the large intersection, onto the Ringstraße. The several lanes wide avenue better known as the “Ring” is flanked by large trees to its left and right, as well as bicycle lanes, and pedestrian walkways. It forms a wide circle around the downtown of Vienna, connecting many of the most important buildings of the Greater Austrian (1) capital. “They do seem to have a sense for grandness,” the middle-aged woman observed, “however ill-conceived it might be…”

Standing at over 100 meters tall compared to the Austrians at her feet, the gorgeous American placed her hands onto her hips. Cream-colored, high-heeled sandals covered two slender feet, their laces going up two long and shapely legs. Halfway up her calves the white cocktail dress started, covering her full buttocks before being tied together at the waist by a large white belt. Right above the waist, the giant cleavage opened up, the white fabric barely containing the enormous breasts of the 44 year old woman. Ivis looked over to her daughter Vera, who was examining the canal and adjacent waterfront.

Vera stepped off the road, placing her blue high heel right in the middle of the Donaukanal promenade. People barely had time to dash out of the way, as the gigantic teenager didn’t pay them any attention. She was more interested in the floating beach area in the middle of the canal. “While you do your city tour, can I stay here at the beach?” She put her sunglasses up on her head and turned to her mother.

“No, honey, we’re doing the city tour together. Besides, we’re going to the opera later on, and I can’t have you all dirty and full of sand!” her large, striking eyes narrowed, her full red lips smiling at her eighteen year old daughter. She’s already so grown up, Ivis thought to herself, looking at her daughter. Vera’s wide hips were covered by an elegant dark blue skirt, an airy white blouse covering her full chest. Those she got from me, Ivis smiled proudly.

“Ugh, the opera.” Vera rolled her eyes, but conceded to her mother’s wishes. “Did you get the tickets?” She spun around and stepped back up onto the street—crushing two cars that failed to avoid the giant foot descending onto the street. 

“Not yet, that’s why I have to make a quick phone call.” Ivis took out her phone from her purse.

“Sure, I’ll do some sight-seeing, don’t take too long!” Vera squeezed past Ivis down the Ring, her mother taking the chance to ruffle her shoulder-long, blonde hair. “Mom! Stop it!” Annoyed, the giant teenager swatted away her mother’s long arm, as she walked off to explore the city.

———

Vera crouched down between two large baroque buildings. The structures looked practically identical, as they sat on both sides of a beautifully cultivated park. In the middle of the green area, between small fountains and neatly trimmed bushes, a statue rose over the park’s startled visitors. “Oh, I’ve read about this!” Vera’s voice boomed over the park area. Extending her long fingers, she pinched the statue between her right thumb and index finger. Somewhat carefully, Vera began twisting the metal structure until its base started tearing. Bolts snapped, the dark green metal groaned, and with a final jerk of her hand, she ripped the statue off its stone foundation. Lifting her hand to her eyes, Vera inspected the woman in between her fingers. “Maria Theresia,” she muttered. “The most powerful woman in the Austrian empire.” Vera chuckled, “cute. We’ll see about that!”

Glancing over her shoulder, making sure her mother was busy on the phone, Vera placed the tiny statue between her enormous breasts, engulfing the former Empress of Austria in tons of her flesh. Moving both arms forward, Vera pushed her breasts together. The little metal woman on her little metal throne stood no chance against the two colossal orbs and within seconds the statue crumbled. Vera giggled, visibly enjoying herself. Fishing into her cleavage, she pulled out the remains of what used to be a 6 meter tall monument to one of Austria’s most famous rulers. Moving the crushed piece onto her thumb, she flicked it like a coin, several kilometers into the outskirts of Vienna, where it crashed down into the middle of a populated schoolyard.

Turning her attention back to the park area in front of her, she winked at the tiny people around her, who stood frozen in awe and fear before the giant teenage girl. Vera put her thumb on top of  the stone base where the once tall monument had been sitting just moments ago. With one swift motion, she pushed down, compressing the remains of the statue and surrounding fountain into dust. “There we go!” Vera announced fully content, and with audibly exhaling she rose back to her full height.

Her mother was still busy on the phone, so the young giantess looked around. “Hmm, what’s this?” Vera exclaimed as she spotted the huge dark-grey block of stone just some hundred meters away. Without warning she stepped forward, her right foot burying one of the artfully trimmed bushes under her high heels. The park goer, hiding in its shade, crunched audibly as Vera’s foot settled on top of him, compressing him into a bloody stain in the grass, but she never noticed him. Tiny people frantically moved out of the way, as Vera paid no attention where she stepped as she moved towards her new point of interest. Crushing a car and several bikers, the gigantic teenager crossed the wide street in front of the Museumsquartier. Stepping over the lower outer wings of the former imperial stables, she planted her feet squarely in the middle of the crowded inner court. 

In front of her stood the museum of modern art, a roughly rectangular block made entirely out of some dark stone, sitting in the middle of the large courtyard. “MUMOK – Museum moderner Kunst” it read on its facade. Vera grimaced. Like many teenagers she cared little for museums. “Disappointing,” she muttered while looking at the nervous crowd at her feet. “You!” she suddenly shouted at a guy at her toes, pointing her left index finger at him. The surprised man panicked and dropped the cup of beer he was holding. “Where did you get that?” Vera asked, pointing at the cup on the ground. The man nervously pointed towards a food truck at the other end of the courtyard. “Yes!” Vera exclaimed, paying the tiny man no more attention as she turned around and started walking towards her new target.

The crowds of tinies stormed towards the gates, in an attempt to flee the courtyard. A barking dog vanished under Vera’s left foot, it’s owner too frozen with fear to move away. Her other foot smashed down onto a group of university students enjoying the nice afternoon sun, flattening several people—as well as the upper half of the musician and his acoustic guitar, mercifully cutting short his rendition of Wonderwall.

Arriving at her destination, Vera crouched down, next to the food truck. “Hey there! Would you mind serving a thirsty girl a cold Bier?” she innocently asked the people crowding the truck. One of the bar men, in the middle of carrying a full beer keg into the vehicle, dropped everything and took off. “Well, I suppose it’s self-serve!” Vera shouted mockingly at the fleeing vendor and picked up the keg between her giant fingers. “There has to be more!” 

She moved her other hand towards the food truck. The remaining people around her finally snapped out of it and darted out of the way. Her fingers squeezed the tiny vehicle, as she carefully lifted it up to her face. “Relax people, it’s fine! I’m eighteen, I’m allowed to drink!” she grinned at the screaming tinies at her feet. With a swift motion, she dropped the keg into the truck, where it landed with a metallic clash between the other kegs. Tilting her head backwards, she lifted the truck high above her open mouth. Vera increased the pressure, squeezing the little metal vehicle harder. The frame groaned under the stress, drowning out the high pitched screams of the two vendors still stuck in the truck. 

The thin walls of the vehicle began to contract around Maria. Bernhard, her co-worker, was lying in the corner of the truck, his leg crushed under a beer keg that out of nowhere crashed into the vehicle. Maria turned around to look outside the windows, just to see them covered by something resembling giant fingers. The sudden movement knocked her to the floor again, next to a crying Bernhard. She had to get out of here. Pushing herself off the ground, she tried to scramble towards the door. “Nein! Halt!” she shouted, hoping to attract the attention of the giantess, but the tilting floor moved away from under her feet just about when Maria was about to grab the doorframe. With a hefty thud she made contact with the floor and slid to the back again. A loud giggle was heard from outside, did the giantess know they were inside? “Hilfe!” Maria shouted between exhausted breaths. No response. The walls started caving. With one final effort Maria pushed herself off the now almost vertical floor. The front wall crumbled and the giant finger pushed the metal sheets into the interior pinning down Maria. She was pressed against the beer kegs, fixated at the back wall, while the truck was lifted high into the air. It tilted and Maria could see a gaping wide mouth outside the open door. Loose kitchen equipment crashed down on her and tumbled outside as the truck tilted further. Tears ran down Marias face as the pressure kept increasing. Bernhard had stopped making noises at this point, not that Maria would have been able to hear him over the sound of metal screeching and her bones breaking.

Vera increased the pressure of her fingers, until she felt several objects in the little vehicle rupturing. A stream of dark golden liquid started pouring out of the truck and into her mouth. Grinning with satisfaction, she brought her fingers together, obliterating the food truck completely. The stream eventually turned into a reddish trickle and without giving it a second thought, the satisfied teenager dropped the flattened vehicle to the ground.

“Vera! What are you doing?” the voice of her mother boomed across the city. Vera spun around and straightened up. Ivis was  standing several blocks away, her left hand on the mouthpiece of her phone, looking at her with a stern expression.

“Nothing, mom!” Vera shouted, quickly wiping away any traces of beer from her mouth.

“I’m almost done with this, honey. Why don’t you go shopping in the meantime? The shopping district is right behind you,” her mother pointed over Vera’s right shoulder. “I’ll make this quick, okay?” Vera nodded. “Sure, mom!” she sighed and turned around.

———

“Pass auf!” the little man screamed. The massive, manicured fingers of the giant American woman came crashing down onto the rooftop bar, crushing café tables, chairs, parasols, and narrowly missing several guests attending the wedding reception.

Ivis didn’t even notice. She was still on the phone, arguing about her opera tickets with the clerk on the other end of the line. The giant fingers started tapping impatiently, cracking the rooftop tiles and flattening the few surviving flower bouquets. While half of the wedding guests pushed back inside the building and down the stairs, the other half—including the bride and groom—were trapped on the other side of Ivis’ hand. 

“M-I-R-I-C. How many people with that name are on your stupid list?” Ivis grew more and more irritated. Several tinies crawled through underneath her hand while the wedding couple tried to stay as far away from the giant woman as possible, pressing their bodies against the exterior of the huge bar windows in fear.

“What!?” Ivis’ hand clenched shut, ripping into the roof, obliterating the remains of the furniture—as well as several guests—in the process. “What do you mean, our names are not on the list? What kind of mickey mouse travel agency are you running?” With an angry grunt she tore her hand away from the rooftop bar, taking with her the upper floors of the building as well as the rest of the wedding reception. “Of course the VIP list, you moron! Check again!” the giant woman turned around, stepping back onto the Ring. Several cars veered out of the way, barely avoiding being crushed by the cream colored high heels. Ivis looked at her golden watch and sighed, “useless!”

What was her daughter up to? Looking up she found Vera several blocks away playing with some of the tinies. “Vera! What are you doing?” Her daughter whipped her head around

“Nothing, mom!”

“I’m almost done with this, honey. Why don’t you go shopping in the meantime? The shopping district is right behind you,” Ivis pointed behind her daughter “I’ll make this quick, okay?” Her daughter nodded and turned away. At least she didn’t need to worry about her daughter, Ivis thought as she watched Vera stepping over some buildings towards the shopping avenue.

An annoying ringing sound brought her thoughts back to the present. Down at her foot one of the iconic Viennese street cars grew impatient and rang its little bell. “What? Am I blocking your way?” Ivis snapped at the tiny red vehicle. 

She lifted her foot, but instead of moving it out of the way, she gently placed it on top of the overhead wires. Pushing down, Ivis snapped the wires, rendering the tram immobile. “I hope you’re not in a hurry,” she purred with a devilish grin on her lips. The gargantuan foot swung back over the street car, then down, resting gently on the roof of the coach. Smiling at the traffic jam at her feet, she added a little pressure to the street car. The frame started to creak and buckle under the weight, the windshield cracked.

People in the second wagon were already pouring out of the carriage, but the commuters in the first car were not so lucky. The mounting pressure deformed the doors, blocking them from opening, so the occupants scrambled to smash the emergency exits. The clerk on the phone was trying to buy some time, going through his documents, but Ivis was barely listening—she focused all her attention on the groaning street car under her left foot. “Sure, I’ll hold the line,” Ivis absentmindedly responded to the clerk. Her foot pressed down.

The vintage street car didn’t provide any meaningful resistance. The ceiling came crashing down, glass exploded in all directions. People that tried to climb through the smashed in windows were struck down, their bodies mangled and torn apart. Smashing the windshield, the driver was crushed through his seat into the back wall of his little cabin by Ivis’ giant sole—the irritating bell stopped ringing. The cabin compressed further, the passengers' bodies folded into the wooden seats and bent around the contorted metal beams until they burst. The screams of terror and anguish were silenced within an instance, as the car was reduced to a pile of metal and wood, barely half a meter thick.

A few lucky passengers managed to escape through the smashed in windows, several people however were crushed in half or lost various limbs in the process. A tiny woman managed to push herself out of the window. Her leg got caught on the window frame, the descending high heel had smashed her lower body into an unrecognizable heap of gore. She lay there on her back, staring blankly into the sky, when her body was cast in shadow.

Ivis crouched down, sitting on her heels, inspecting the results of her work. With a satisfied smile she nodded—that will show them, treating her like some common tourist. “Looks like you won’t enjoy this evening any more than I do.”

One of the little specks caught her attention. The tiny woman lay next to mangled remains of the street car. Everything below her crotch was gone, turned into red puree, her twitching eyes stared past Ivis into infinity. “Oh, let me help you!” Ivis said in a soft voice, tilting her head slightly. “Let me put you out of this misery—of being born as a European.” With that she moved her finger on top of the body. Feeling the faint struggling under her fingertip, Ivis couldn’t help but smile, “Auf Wiedersehen!” When she finally pressed down, flattening the tiny human being into a pile of gore and blood, she didn’t do it out of malice, Ivis truly felt pity for those insignificant little beings.

Looking up from her finger, the giant woman noticed several people, standing next to their cars. Staring in terror at the massacre in front of them, they were frozen with fear. Turning towards them, she raised her blood red finger. “What are you looking at?” Ivis lashed out at them. That was enough to snap them out of their paralysis—they turned and fled.

Wiping her finger on a small patch of grass next to the road, she rose again. Ivis put her phone back against her ear, “So?” She nodded “That’s what I thought.”

———

The three police officers just got the call about some unruly woman vandalizing some fancy rooftop bar, when the sky turned dark. A giant foot crashed down onto their police car, pressing it, together with two of the officers, deep into the tarmac. With a gaping mouth, the third officer looked up a giant female leg, up an enormous skirt, at some black panties. He turned around to flee, but before he could move the blue high heel twisted and casually steamrolled him into the streets until his body burst.

Vera did not notice any of this, as the trees that lined the Mariahilferstraße left and right provided a nice, green canopy of leaves. She brought her second foot over the building and planted it right next to the other. The avenue was barely wide enough for both her feet side by side between the trees, but that didn’t bother her. Tilting her head she peeked through the foliage, spotting cafés and stores full with people. Pedestrians strolled around and cyclists zipped past them.

“What am I even supposed to shop for? Everything is tiny!” People looked up when they suddenly heard a teenage voice booming through the street. Then, Vera spotted it: “Bier” the large sign read, roughly halfway down the two kilometer long road. “Nice, more beer! When in Wien...” Vera’s mood improved again.

Looking around, she noticed this seemed to be a pedestrian zone–besides some delivery vehicles, cars were absent. “No grimy cars here?” She lifted her right foot and slid off her high heel, repeating the movement with her left foot as well. The giant  footwear was placed on top of a nearby house, caving in the century old roof, but otherwise not causing too much damage. Not that Vera would have cared either way. 

“American coming through, so you better move your puny asses!” Vera laughed, before moving forward. The tiny people at her feet barely had any time moving out of the way before she stepped down, her bare soles spreading wider under her weight, sinking into the road. She took another step, her left foot brushing past several tree branches, landing on top of some wooden benches. They provided no resistance to her, Vera didn’t even acknowledge them. Her right foot came down onto a street side café, crushing metal chairs, tables and several patrons under her delicate toes. A waitress was pinned under Vera’s pinky toe, trying in vain to push off a toe larger than her whole upper body. She was smeared into the pavement when Vera shifted her weight on her next step.

Another step crushed several teenage girls who were leaving a clothing store in excitement with their purchases in hand. They failed to spot the titanic girl joyfully strolling down the street—a girl that, even though roughly their age, was about 20 times larger than they were. Their newly bought clothes, now covered in the blood and guts of their squished friends.

Vera took another step, her right foot catching one of the trees between her toes. It ripped out of the ground, knocked over several people, bicycles and benches, before being flattened by Vera’s tender sole. The giantess staggered, sidestepped onto another tree that fell and was buried under her left foot together with a dozen movie goers waiting in line at the local cinema.

“Shit!” Vera yelled, when she bumped her wide hips into the building to her left, catching herself with her hand on its roof. The wall of the old building crumpled and the roof caved in, but it kept standing. Quickly looking around her, as if to make sure nobody saw her little faux pas, she exhaled and dusted herself off. Her mother was still busy, playing with a street car, she noticed.

As Vera was about to continue her walk a tiny angry voice emerging from the newly created hole in the building grabbed her attention. Some old man was visibly upset about the damages she caused and cursed at her in Viennese, shaking his fist. “Ah, shut up!” Vera mumbled under her breath and grabbed the small person between her fingers. She pressed her fingers together and the ranting ceased. Vera didn’t stop though. While the little man’s expression had changed to pure horror, the giant girl could not tell if his face had turned red from anger or because of the pressure she applied to his upper body. Either way, she didn’t care. The gorgeous teenager pushed a little harder and the tiny man’s body popped, spraying the remaining walls of his apartment with his blood. Vera rubbed her fingers together until the man’s legs were the only recognizable features left. She then turned around and dropped the bloody cadaver at her feet, next to the other crushed or half-crushed people from the cinema. “Ooops, accident,” she flatly exclaimed to the startled people around her, before wiping the guts off her fingers on a nearby facade. Putting on her most innocent face, she looked at the few people who hadn’t fled by then, gave it a half-hearted shrug and continued on. As she moved along, she reached back under her skirt to pull free the black panties that had wedged themselves between her enormous butt cheeks.

“Bar-bier? What the hell is that?” Vera was puzzled. She peered down into the small shop, it looked like a … a barber. Is that what it was? A barber? Vera grimaced, “are you kidding me?” Her annoyance was clearly visible, which is why the area around her was empty—everyone with half a mind had left as fast as they could. ”What a load of bullshit!” she closed her right hand into a fist, but right before smashing it into the building she held herself back. Vera took several deep breaths to calm down. “Fuck this,” she finally hissed.

Still grimacing, Vera gathered some saliva in her mouth and spat a huge load at the small barber shop, coating the large windows and the entrance in the girl’s fluids. As she was about to turn around to return to her mother, she noticed a strange building a few streets across.

It looked like a huge rectangular box—almost like a shoe box set upright—made from old and weather worn concrete. “Another modern art museum?” Vera thought to herself. It looked like it had a balcony around the top, there was some glas structure sitting on the roof. Suddenly she remembered what she read in the tourist guide—this must be one of the old flak towers they built during the world war. Since they were virtually indestructible, they are still standing to this day and had been repurposed somewhere down the line. Vera read the huge letters on the side of the building: “Haus des Meeres — Aqua Terra Zoo” “Huh, so that’s a zoo?” leaning her body to the side she tried to read the other wall: “Smashed to pieces in the still of the night” Vera chuckled “Don’t give me ideas!” “Restaurant” the letters on top of the glass structure read. “Now we’re talking!” Vera’s mood immediately changed for the better.

———

Having taken care of the opera tickets, Ivis was now trying to make reservations for dinner. The fanciest restaurants were only good enough for the gorgeous middle-aged giantess and her equally gigantic teenage daughter, and Ivis would make sure they got nothing less than they deserved. “Yes, I’d like to make a reservation for this evening!” Ivis leisurely strolled down the Ring towards the Opernhaus while talking on the phone. Her slow pace allowed the cars and people to quickly get out of the way, and so the number of casualties remained rather low.

One man was caught off guard when he exited his expensive Mercedes Benz. Ivis’ right foot came down on him before he could move out of the way. His left half of the body disappeared under her sandal, pressing him into the asphalt. His limp body lifted together with Ivis’ foot, dragging his bloody entrails along as he was flung along the road where it hit a motorcyclist. Ivis noticed neither him, nor the motorcyclist pinned under his bike that she crushed two steps later.

A police helicopter approached the enormous American tourist. On their way, the five police officers were treated to a front row view of the stunning giantess. Her immaculate feet, clad in laced high-heeled sandals, up her tanned, smooth legs to her short, white dress. The dress’ cleavage went down to her belt, revealing a good portion of her humongous breasts to the world. Even though Ivis was steadily approaching her late forties, her voluptuous—and all natural—F cups still remained perky. Nested between her breasts, several necklaces led up to her slender neck and beautiful face. Barely any wrinkles on her sharp edged face, she looked barely older than thirty. Her smooth, blonde hair flowing around her face perfectly complemented her upper-class appearance. Holding her phone in one hand and playing with her fingernails with her other hand, she stood between the Burgtheater and the famous Vienna City Hall.

“Nähern uns Rhinozeros-1!” The helicopter pilot announced over the radio. After what they had witnessed so far, a callsign like Rhinozeros-1 and 2 for the two giantesses felt rather fitting, the pilot thought to himself. Closing in on their target, they transitioned into hover flight at roughly  an arm’s length away. After checking the streets below them, Werner, the squad leader, gestured to the pilot to increase altitude. For now they left their ground forces on standby—out of sight. Deescalation was their tactic, talking to the giant woman might just be enough, the lieutenant reasoned, no need to use force. The helicopter started climbing, passing her waist, her breasts, her shoulders, until they finally arrived at eye level.

Ivis didn’t seem to notice any of it—she was fully engaged with the person on the phone. “What do you mean, you’re fully booked? Do you know who I am?” Ivis almost shouted.

“Miss Miric! We need to talk to you! In order to avoid more casualties…” Werner began his little speech over the megaphone, but Ivis covered her ear with her free hand and turned away, “no, from 4pm to 7pm! The whole restaurant!” At this point she didn’t even bother to hide her annoyance anymore.

Looking at his comrades, Werner shook his head. Gesturing again to the pilot, the helicopter circled around the towering woman to face her again. 

“Miss Miric!” Werner tried a second time. The giant woman’s eyes snapped towards the helicopter, “can’t you see that I’m talking on the phone?” She calmly, but sharply addressed the helicopter. Werner, not deterred, started a third attempt—his comrades nervously glanced at each other, “please, Miss Miric!”

“What have I just said!?” Ivis roared at the tiny helicopter. Out of nowhere her left hand grabbed the helicopter from below. The rotor blades snapped as her massive digits enveloped the vehicle. Compacting the tiny thing further she glared at the tiny police officers in her hand. “What. Have. I. Just. Said?” She repeated, with each word closing her fist around the helicopter further and further. The police officers began screaming as Werner tried to stay composed. The giant woman’s pinky finger had broken through the windshield, crushing the pilot's upper body into oblivion, while her neatly trimmed fingernail had cut deep into the cockpit walls. Werner started to plead with her, “please, don’t do this! There is no need to resort to violence!”

Ivis broke into laughter, “you think this is violent? Little man, you have seen nothing yet!” With that, the giantess lifted the helicopter high above her, compressing the cabin further and further. The officer’s screams intensified, as two of them slipped and tumbled out of the open door. The female officer of the two landed on her white dress, and with a big bounce vanished between Ivis’ gargantuan breasts. The second, male officer hit her left breast, bounced off to his death next to Ivis’ feet. Nudging her fingers, Ivis made sure that the other two officers would remain in the cabin so she could crush them to a bloody paste.

The metal screamed as the shiny, grey walls compacted and contorted, entombing the two tinies. The last officer’s anguished squeals reached an inhumane pitch as his body was skewered by sharp metal and his bones broke one by one. Ivis' huge fingers suddenly moved, leaving room for Werner to struggle free from the wreckage. The tiny man scrambled to make his escape. Waiting for Werner to pull himself halfway out, Ivis then suddenly clenched her fist shut, trapping Werner’s lower body in the heap of metal. Werner let out an agonizing scream and Ivis burst into laughter again. She lifted the wreck together with Werner close to her lips, brandishing her perfectly whitened teeth. “How is that for violent?” she seductively whispered to the broken man sticking out of the former helicopter. Her teeth snapped at Werner, barely missing him. Ivis laughed again, “don’t worry! I’m not hungry … yet.” With those words, she moved her huge thumb over the tiny officer and started bending him backwards, pressing him into the metal wreck. She felt his spine breaking as she increased the pressure further until, with a sickening crunch, his ribcage exploded and his head finally caved in.

Ivis smirked. With a casual motion of her wrist, she flicked the wreckage into city hall. “Mmmh, maybe a little bit hungry” Ivis softly purred as she sucked the blood off her thumb. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” she addressed the tiny police officer that fell between her breasts, “you better hold on! I might need you later... “ She added in a husky voice as she set out to meet up with her daughter...

———

The small street to the flak tower was much narrower than the wide Mariahilferstraße Vera had traveled on so far. Setting one foot in front of the other Vera herded a crowd of people down the street. Leaving no room to the left or the right, the only escape route was down the street, as behind the crowd Vera’s glorious feet bulldozed parked cars, store fronts and cafés into oblivion. Her pear-shaped teenage body had trouble fitting through the street, as her wide hips and full butt kept striking the building’s facades to the left and right. 

One man, stepping out onto his balcony to see what all the commotion was about, ended as a smear on the titanic girl's left buttcheek. Another step crushed more parked cars. Vera noticed a single tiny figure standing in her path. Frozen with fear, the tiny teenage boy didn’t move, staring blankly at the enormous girl moving towards him. “Idiot,” chuckled and lifted her foot, ready to casually step on him, when she noticed the boy’s cute face. Vera, already mid-step, moved her foot further to avoid squashing her new person of interest. Her foot came down several meters behind the tiny boy, crushing the tail end of the fleeing crowd instead. She paid no attention to the four and a half bodies she flattened under the ball of her feet, her focus rested entirely on the handsome tiny between her feet.

“Hey there, how are you doing?” Vera tried to act casual. No response. “Are you from around here?” Still, the tiny teenager did not move. Vera started to get irritated. Putting her fists on her hips, she shifted her stance, finally finishing off the half-crushed woman under the arch of her foot. “I’m sorry, but I am talking to you, you ungrateful little mite!” she yelled at the miniscule figure below. Finally snapping out of his paralysis, the boy turned around and dashed into the building behind him, but not before visibly pissing himself. “Ewww,” Vera grimaced, “I almost dated a bed-wetter.” 

“Alle schön zusammen bleiben, damit wir niemanden verlieren!” The teacher instructed her students to group up in front of the entrance of the zoo. “Sind alle da? Zwei, vier, sechs... “ her assistant started the head count. “... zweiundzwanzig und vierundzwanzig. Alle da!” The assistant gestured a thumbs up to the teacher, but the teacher didn’t respond, staring right past her in disbelief. Tracing the teacher's wide eyed gaze to a spot above and behind her, the assistant turned around and looked up. Her brain did not have enough time to comprehend what exactly was happening, as she saw a colossal, bare sole descending down onto her. The giant barefoot settled into the dirt with a sickening crunch, as half of the students disappeared under it, together with the teacher’s assistant. The tremor and shockwave knocked over the lucky students that weren’t caught underfoot, spraying them with blood and viscera.

Vera didn’t notice them at all, she was fully occupied with the bar on top of the tower, and paid no mind to what was happening at her feet. The glossy, pink nail polish glared in the bright midday sun, as her toes idly shifted, balancing the titaness’ weight. Several arms and bodies were sticking out between the long and elegant digits, students trapped in between screaming in pain and horror. All that flailing had a rather undesired effect though, as the tickling caused Vera to instinctively clench her toes together, smushing the last few survivors into a thin paste between her beautiful toes.

Roughly 47 Meters above, Vera was busy with posting her order. “All the beer you have, please!” she said in her sweetest voice. The bar staff, visibly nervous at the sight of the gigantic girl, rushed off to gather all the kegs and beer bottles they had in store. Although being taller than all the other buildings in the vicinity, the large concrete tower still only reached the underside of Vera’s heavy D cups. Getting tired of bending down, the giantess decided to get more comfortable. She moved down onto her knees, straddling the rectangular structure between her massive, shapely thighs, her heavy butt resting comfortably on her bare feet. Again she paid no attention to her motions, and so she never learned of the other half of the tiny school class she obliterated under her huge right knee.

While waiting she noticed several people hanging off the side of the tower. “What are you guys up to?” she curiously moved her face closer. They were tiny climbers! Along the side of the tower an artificial climbing wall was installed, with several miniscule figures hanging off the artificial holds. “Aww, are you guys enjoying yourself?” Vera smiled, genuinely cheerful about her discovery. “Are you guys professionals?” She moved her large fingers towards one of the climbers, who tried to dodge her by quickly descending. Undeterred, the giant teenager instead pinched the small rope the climber was hanging from. With a little tug, she snapped the rope off its anchor, pulling the climber away from the wall. She lifted her hand, dangling the tiny man right before her eyes. He was blonde, nicely tanned, athletic—Vera immediately took a liking to the small human. “Well, little man, can you climb this?” She playfully cooed, before putting him gently onto her left breast. The climber desperately tried to grab onto the smooth white fabric—without much luck. He slid down the giant slope when a huge bulge under the material finally provided enough surface to hang onto, saving him from imminent death. Vera laughed at the sight of the little man hanging off her left nipple, clinging on for dear life.

“Normally I don’t let guys go to second base on our first date!” She laughed at her own little joke. Her mammoth breasts started jiggling, causing the climber to lose his grip. With a shriek he slipped. “I got you, don’t worry!” Vera had moved her hand underneath her left breast and caught the man in her soft hands. A metallic banging made her return her attention to the bar. The little waitstaff had finished moving all beer kegs and bottles onto the balcony. One waiter used a wooden spoon to bang against one of the kegs, drawing the attention of the giantess. “Miss, we have all the beer you ordered!”

Vera smiled. She turned her head down to the climber. “I’ll keep you for later!” she purred and with that she reached with her free hand to her right bra strap. Slightly pulling away the right cup, she placed the tiny human form onto her nipple, before putting the bra back in place. Using both hands to gently adjust her breasts within her bra, she could feel the climber struggling against her sensitive right nipple. Perfect, she thought.

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out an American coin. A little wider than her thumb, it was bigger than any of the Austrians in the restaurant. She lifted it up to the balcony. “This should be enough,” Vera stated, “ … if you can get it!” The titanic girl giggled and placed the giant coin on top of the restaurant’s roof.

“Now, my beer!” Using her index finger, Vera smashed through the security glass that kept the patrons safely on the balcony, creating an opening for the waiters to serve her drinks. She moved her face underneath the balcony, opening her mouth wide. The staff hesitated for a second, looking at each other,  before starting to throw  the beer kegs through the newly created opening, into the gaping maw beneath.

After a few kegs Vera closed her mouth and started chewing. Her sharp incisors slicing open some kegs, the powerful molars crushing others until they burst, their watery innards gushing outwards, filling her mouth with foamy golden liquid. Her enormous tongue pushed the scraps between her molars and, like a car crusher, she compacted them into one flat piece of metal. She swallowed, a huge bulge moving down her throat into her eager stomach.

A considerable crowd had gathered on the balcony. Watching a teenage girl the size of an apartment block consuming what had to amount to hundreds of liters of beer appealed to the crowd’s curiosity. Vera finished swallowing, and with a huge grin she presented the kegs’ metal remains, pinned between her incisors to the people above. Turning her head, she closed her lips again, and spit the metallic heap over the rooftops of Vienna. “Second round!” she yelled and moved her head back into position.

———

Ivis was on her phone again, this time with her agent back in New York. “Honey, I have to ask you for a favour.” The giant woman was crouching next to the Volksgarten park, examining the once imperial gardens. Her long slender fingers brushed over the trimmed trees and stroked the immaculate flower beds. They are actually very beautiful, Ivis thought to herself while admiring the colorful flowers arranged in a delicate pattern. Like some kind of persian carpet, and roughly the same size.

“Yes, there was a little accident, I need you to talk to you know who, Dave. … No, I’m not gonna call him, Dave. He is, again, late on his alimony payment—probably because he’s too busy fucking that new, dolled-up slut of his!” Ivis almost shouted this last part, her ravishing dark green eyes turning to narrow slits. Looking down at her clenched fist she felt a hint of remorse, as she saw the long trenches her fingers had dug through the neatly arranged rose beds. Releasing the soil and crushed flowers from her hand, she patted the upturned ground, as if that would fix everything again. Ivis composed herself. “As long as he’s too busy to take care of his daughter, I won’t exchange another word with him.” The giant woman said in a calm voice.

Looking to her right, the police were nervously watching her. Ivis had counted at least two dozen police vehicles and hundreds of officers, some of them in riot gear—as if that would help them, she thought. Two more police helicopters circled around her, this time keeping some distance to her. So far they have made no attempt to contact her again—it seemed they were mainly focused on cordoning off the area around her.

“You need to call him, and tell him to intervene in the matter, Dave. … Yes. Thank you, Dave.” She hung up. Rising to her full height again, she brushed the dirt off her hands. The phone started vibrating again, Ivis looked at the display. Again that unknown European number, that had already tried calling her several times today. “Ugh, not now,” she hissed, swiping away the call.

Putting her hands on her hips she looked down on the tiny people at her feet. “You’re lucky I am trying to be conciliatory here,” she said in an unfulfilled tone of voice, “back in the States, I would have ground you all into paste without thinking twice about it.” She crouched back down again, closer to the little figures. “I would have used my beautiful long and slender feet to flatten you into the ground. Squished your tiny, insignificant bodies between my tender toes. Broken every bone in your frail bodies under my gigantic tits.” Ivis demonstrably used her hands to push her heavy breasts together, ignoring the tiny police officer still clinging to the laced bra, holding on to her dear life. Ivis continued in an even deeper voice, “I would have devoured your flesh by the hundreds, feeling your little squirms sliding down my throat into my waiting stomach. And that would not be the only need I would fulfill.” The giantess smiled cruelly. She slammed her left hand into the street, right in front of the tiny police officers, completely catching them off guard. The shockwave and tremor swept them off their feet. While still unharmed, the officers were scared shitless. Many of them finally broke rank, getting to their feet, leaving their weapons and gear and took off as fast as they could run. Ivis smiled, enjoying this way more than she thought. Her phone vibrated again—Dave.

The enormous woman watched stoically as the police officers got into their vehicles and drove off in a large column, leaving much of the equipment behind. They didn’t want to spend any more time near that gigantic American than absolutely necessary. Dave was still on the phone with Ivis. “I understand. Thank you, honey! I’ll be sure to return the favor, when I am back in New York,” she used a sultry voice, “kisses.” Not even waiting for an answer, Ivis hung up. Friends in high places, she thought with a smile on her face.

Dave had explained the situation to Ivis: Austria would formally apologize to the United States, to her, and her daughter, for the inconveniences they have caused them. They would accept the apology and as a sign of goodwill the US government will allocate several million US Dollars from their Meyers Plan (2) program to Austria. This would cover all expenses that occurred during the trip. The only condition to this was that the two giant women would not harm any government officials, as well as leave any governmental buildings and institutions undamaged. “Consider yourself lucky,” Ivis mumbled in the direction of the parliament building on the other side of the street. Does this include police forces?—Ivis had asked Dave and he assured her it did not, but still implored her to keep the slaughter of innocent people to a minimum—or to at least make it look unintentional. “Let’s see how unintentional it looks when I rip their puny bodies apart to use them as lipstick!” Ivis chuckled, looking down between her cleavage in search of her tiny passenger. The tiny police woman had managed to climb inside of the enormous cream-colored bra, being relatively safe—for now. Her distress was visible even to Ivis, who revelled in it. “Looks like your friends are leaving without you,” gesturing her hand towards the column of police vehicles leaving. “Leaving you with me.” Ivis grinned.

Finding a teenage daughter in a large city like Vienna is not easy. This is not true, however, if the teenage daughter is bigger than most houses, and as such it was easy for Ivis to spot Vera. The girl was sitting next to some grey block, but doing what, Ivis could not discern at the distance. Ivis headed out to fetch her baby—they were getting late to their reservation at the restaurant. The fact that they are fully booked did not deter Ivis in the slightest. She’ll find a table for her and her daughter, even if she had to squeeze in.

Walking down the Ringstraße she soon reached Maria Theresien Park. Of course, the monument of the former Empress was long gone. Squatting down next to several crushed cars, and a bunch of flattened cyclists, she picked up one of the mangled frames that used to be a bike. The rider—a bloody mass on the ground—had melded together with the metallic frame, Ivis peeled him off the ground, lifting her fingers to eye level. She grimaced, “what a horrible way to go...” She was talking to the small group of tinies, attending to the few injured people among the many dead. They frightfully looked up to her, not yet sure of her intentions. The enormous woman casually moved her hand over their heads, waving the grim memento mori at them. “Excuse me,” she addressed them directly, looking at the half-crushed and bloodied bodies without pity, “have you, by any chance, seen my little daughter?” Ivis chuckled at her own joke. She dropped the bloody heap in her fingers next to them, “I think this belongs to you,” she said, still grinning. Ivis rose back to her full height, “ah, found her!” She mocked the people on the ground. “Thank you for your help!” Ivis moved on.

Arriving at the entrance of Mariahilferstraße, Ivis stopped and admired her daughter’s handywork. A crushed police car to the left, uprooted trees on both sides. Smashed furniture, debris and red blood splatters littered the street. Still, the street was bustling with ambulances, emergency workers, firefighters and police, as well as volunteers and spectators. Ivis couldn’t help but feel proud of her daughter.

On the roof of the house to Ivis’ left, her daughters sandals dented in the metal roof they sat upon. Ivis casually picked them up, letting them dangle at her fingers. “Alright tinies, if you know what’s good for you, you better leave!” Ivis started moving before even finishing the sentence, her first step flattening the remaining trees on the left. While the bare feet of her teenage daughter fitted tightly in between the trees of the large avenue, her mother’s larger, sandaled feet all but filled out the whole street. Ivis’ right foot came crashing down, splintering a tree into tiny pieces before grinding it into the street. Panic erupted on the avenue before her. The tiny people dropped their belongings and tried their best to get off the street before the giant woman reached them.

The next step crushed the left half of the street, its large stone slabs buckling under the pressure. On the right, a police cruiser disappeared, on the left, a small ice cream stand vanished under Ivis’ soles. More trees fell. Screams were getting louder. The giant woman arrived at a small cinema.

Vera must have stopped here, Ivis smiled at the dozens of rescue workers at her feet. The ground was covered with smashed tinies, to her right a hole was gaping in the building's wall. Several people with varying degrees of injuries were lined up on the right side of the street—some just had small lesions from falling debris, others with missing limbs. The attending workers frightfully looked up to the enormous woman in front of them. “I see you are tending to my daughter’s business?” The giantess addressed the medics, “She is a lovely girl, isn’t she?” Ivis looked over to her daughter who still hadn’t noticed her, several blocks away. “She’s growing up so fast! She now wears a D cup, can you imagine?” The giant mother mused aloud, “and her gorgeous butt grows fuller every day—I wish I had a butt like that,” she laughed. “But don’t tell her I said that, it’ll go to her head!” Ivis smiled and turned back to the tiny people in front of her.

Her friendly smile turned into a wicked grin. “You seem like a dedicated bunch, don’t you? Let’s play a little game, see how dedicated you really are.” The giant foot moved over the group of injured people. Balancing her foot on her heel she continued, “I am going to crush these people like worthless insects—unless you medics are offering yourself in their stead.” The medics looked at each other in shock—was she serious? “Seems like a pretty good deal to me—I need one volunteer. I will then squish their worthless body under my toes, break their bones and pulp their organs in a death so agonizing and horrible you cannot even fathom it! And in return these people will live.” Her voice has become sultry. Describing a tiny person’s death under her pretty toes—even just thinking about it—resulted in her crotch tingling in anticipation. She slid her foot over a medical worker on the right. “How about you?” The little man immediately turned around and fled. Unperturbed, Ivis moved her foot left. “And you two?” At this point the other medics lost their nerves, they dropped everything and ran as fast as their little legs carried them. But one of the two people under her foot remained. Whether it was an attempt of bravery or the tiny woman was just paralyzed with fear, Ivis did not know. She did not care.

“Looks like we’ve found the right person,” she exclaimed, pressing down her foot. The injured people, unable to move, watched with horror as the evil game played out. Right before she touched the tiny person, the foot halted its descent. As the expected tremor and shockwave did not manifest itself, the people turned with a confused look to the giantess above. Ivis broke into laughter. “I was just joking” she told the tinies, setting her giant foot aside. “I wouldn’t have killed you either way, I’m not a monster,” she continued laughing. “At least no one has ever called me a monster—no one who is still in one piece, that is.” she giggled, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Continue the good work,” she ordered the remaining medic, who at this point had curled up in a sobbing ball at her feet. With that, she stepped over the small group at her feet. The giant woman continued her walk down the wide avenue, casually adjusting her step to make sure she crushed the two fleeing medics without ever breaking her stride.

———

The burp was loud enough to shatter nearby windows and forced the tiny people above her to cover their ears. Vera smacked her lips. The beer started getting to her head, but that only spurred her on. “Alright, next one!” Once again, Vera positioned her gaping maw underneath the balcony, for the fifth round. 

The waitstaff started sweating. “Ma’am, we’re done!” The head waitress finally found the courage to tell her. “What?” The giant teenager snapped her teeth shut. “I say when we’re done here!” Her eyes turned to dark slits.

“We don’t have any more alcohol,” the waiter tried to explain.

“You’re cutting me off? You can’t cut me off!” The giant girl didn’t seem to understand. The crowd was slowly backing away from the balcony, and the smarter people started quietly leaving the rooftop restaurant while the titanic American was preoccupied with the waiters.

“Listen, we’re not cutting you off! Our storage is empty, we’ve given you all we’ve got,” the head waitress tried to calm her down. “Please, try to understand!” The small woman in her mid-thirties started pleading with the giantess—this was definitely not how she imagined her day to go when she went to work this morning.

“How dare you! Do you think I’m stupid? Too stupid to understand?” Vera clenched her right hand into a fist and smashed it into the side of the concrete tower. The tower remained undamaged, but several of the windows broke, spilling broken glass everywhere. That’s when all hell broke loose. The crowd streamed inside towards the elevator and the stairway. “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Vera thundered. Sitting up, she raised her head until she could look directly into the restaurant. Lifting her right hand, she reached into the building, smashing through several layers of glass. The tiny head waitress cowered in fear on the floor, as the giant hand moved over and past her.

Pushing deep into the building, her arm forcefully shoved aside the panicking crowd. Her long fingers finally reached the elevator—its doors unable to close, as it was packed full with people. Wrapping her fingers around the free-standing elevator shaft, Vera started squeezing her fist. The glass frame burst and the metal started squealing. Panic rose in the elevator cabin, as the walls suddenly started denting inwards, the 8 or so people started screaming uncontrollably. One man tried crawling out of the elevator, pushing himself through, beneath the giantess’ fingers, but Vera wasn’t having any of that. With a swift motion, her giant thumb shoved the man back into the cabin. Giving him just enough time to contemplate his situation, Vera then closed her fist for good. The agonizing screams from within drowned in the shrill screeching of contorting metal. The titanic girl gave it one final squeeze and the cabin collapsed, squirting several jets of blood out of its cracks, reminding her of this old movie she had watched once, The Shining.

Vera was ecstatic, “haha, nice!” She pulled with all her might, ripping the cabin’s remains out of its steel-framed shaft, the long cables cutting through the restaurant, smashing the bar, glasses and knocking over several unlucky patrons. The titaness was about to hurl the crushed heap of metal into the Danube when she spotted the little head waitress crawling towards the restaurant. “Oh no, you don’t!” Vera snatched the tiny woman off the balcony with her free hand. “And you get the once in a lifetime chance to view Vienna from above!” Before she could make sense of what the giant girl had just said, the waitress found herself pressed against the bloody metal skin of the former elevator. She screamed off the top of her lungs, as the sharp edges pressed into her backside. With nimble fingers, Vera wrapped the elevator cable around both the tiny woman and the metal cabin, tying them together. “Alright, have fun! Don’t drink too much!” Vera laughed, as she turned around and aimed at the large river several kilometers behind her. With an expert swing, the projectile together with the puny waitress was launched into the air, flying across Vienna. The cabin didn’t make it all the way to the Danube however. Falling over a kilometer short, instead it smashed right through the city’s famous ferris wheel, taking out a fully loaded gondola, before crashing into the city’s wax figure museum beneath.

Vera couldn't tell where the little thing went, but she did not care too much either way, as her prey was getting away. She turned back around to the restaurant. “Now onto you guys!” she addressed the fleeing patrons that crowded the torn apart building, pushing towards the stairway. “Do they have ‘tapas’ in Austria?”

Reaching into the building, she grabbed the bar and ripped off a huge piece of the wooden structure. Shoving her arm deep into the building, steamrolling several tinies, she reached the stairway. Depositing the heap of crushed wood, she made sure to completely block the staircase. Before retreating her arm, she grabbed a group of people, trying to escape into the bathrooms. Pulling out her hand, she examined the three figures in her right fist. “And you lucky three will be my afternoon snack!” she declared with a wide grin on her face.

———

When Ivis reached Vera, her daughter was busy grabbing people from the concrete structure in front of her, and stuffing them in her mouth. “Don’t fill up on snacks, honey, you won’t have any appetite at the restaurant!” Ivis laughed.

Vera startled. Using her tongue to push her latest victim back into her mouth with the others, she closed her lips. Biting down several times, the screaming stopped. The giant teenager swallowed the half-chewed people, and smiled at her mother. “Sorry, mum!” She muttered innocently.

“That’s alright. You can take some with you, for later,” she gestured towards the fleeing mob, streaming out of the building. Ivis lifted her foot and moved it over the mob. Stepping down she flattened the front rows of the crowd—spraying blood and gore across the concrete walls, as well as the other tinies. Before the terrified mob could turn around and re-enter the building, Vera’s hands swooped down and grabbed two handfuls of people. “Thanks mum!” she exclaimed as she deposited the tinies in her purse. 

“Sure thing, sweety! But we have to go now, or else we’re gonna be late for dinner!” Ivis used her toes to finish off any stragglers that tried scurrying away. “And button up your shirt, honey, we don’t want those two monsters escaping and rampaging through the city.” Ivis grinned and pointed at her daughter's heavy chest.

“Mom!” Vera flashed her eyes at her mother, “Embarrassing!” As Vera stood up she, in turn, caught a glimpse into her mother's enormous cleavage and spotted the police woman nested within the delicate laces of her bra. She smirked. It also reminded her of her little passenger. Discreetly she poked her nipple, and as a response she felt the tiny climber struggling. Satisfied, Vera turned back to her mother, who she caught snatching a man from the rooftop and quickly stuffing him in her mouth. Ivis quickly swallowed the tiny. “What?” She tried acting dumb, but failed. The two giant women broke into laughter.

“Alright, let’s go!” Vera grinned and took her mother by the hand—both strolling towards the city center.

The red bus swerved to the left, smashing into a street lantern, narrowly avoiding the giant shoe that crashed down in the middle of the street. The little driver frantically clambered out of his window and ran down the street, leaving the trapped passengers to their fate. The people in the bus, stunned, kept looking out the windows in disbelief: two giant women were strolling down the street, completely indifferent to the chaos and destruction their little walk caused. They collectively exhaled as the first woman passed them by without paying them much attention.

The second, younger, giantess showed more interest in the tiny bus and its occupants however. The bus jolted, throwing the passengers to the floor, as the giant teenager used her right foot to push the bus back into the middle of the road. She slipped her right foot out of her sandals. Gently sliding her toes under the bus, she lifted the front of the vehicle off the road. As the angle of the bus increased, its tiny occupants began tumbling towards the back, their efforts of escaping through the windows thwarted. High above them they could hear the giant girl humming. Finally, the little bus sat upright in the middle of the street. Looking up through the windshield turned skylight the crowd could see a giant sole descending on top of them.

Still humming, the giantess placed her foot on top of the vehicle. Smiling, she started increasing the pressure. Resisting at first, the bus’ frame soon started twisting and bending under the immense pressure. The pile of people at the bottom of the bus started panicking as they realized what was about to happen. It was over within a second. One edge of the frame finally gave in and, like a soda can, the bus folded in on itself, getting flattened into a metal pancake.

Raising her foot, the giant teenager admired the imploded mess, leaking oil, gas and blood onto the street. “Perfectly round.” she muttered to herself, visibly satisfied. 

“Vera! Come on, I am tired of waiting for you!” Ivis yelled at her giant daughter. 

Rolling her eyes, Vera slid her sandal back on.

“What are you even doing, playing with those cars?” Ivis turned around to face her daughter. “You are going to get yourself all dirt…” her speech was cut short when suddenly her left foot slipped. “Fuck!” The giant woman lost her balance, falling over backwards. The earthquake-like tremors her enormous form caused on impact shook the buildings around her.

Terrified, Vera sprinted down the street towards her mother, completely ignoring the damage her footfalls caused beneath her. Arriving at ground zero, Vera’s fear turned into laughter. Her mother was lying in a big empty canal–unhurt but visibly annoyed. Her hair was ruffled and her right boob had slipped out of her dress during the fall, but all in all she had fared way better than all the tiny people around her. Leaning against the far-side wall of the canal, her back had taken out a huge chunk of an adjacent park, including one of the famous Viennese hot-dog stands. Bloodied and injured people were crawling away from the huge woman, who was busy, loudly cursing in her native language.

Vera looked down to figure out what exactly had happened. Apparently the stone wall lining the canal’s sides had collapsed under the Ivis’ weight, taking her down. While the drainage canal didn’t hold much water—just a little stream was flowing down its center—Ivis’ fall was cushioned by something else. Under her enormous buttcheeks lay the remains of a subway car that was passing along the inner side of the canal at just the wrong time. The remaining waggons had derailed and had also tumbled down into the canal together with the giant woman.

“Don’t play with the tiny cars, you’re gonna get yourself dirty!” Vera laughed. “Also your boob is out!” she pointed at her mother’s right tit with a huge grin on her face. 

Grunting, Ivis propped herself up on the edge of the canal, flattening more of the subway cars beneath her in the process. Grabbing her breast she heaved it back inside her bra when she remembered the tiny police officer she had been carrying. Looking down her cleavage and into her bra she couldn’t find her. Turning over her shoulder she scanned the remains of the park she had landed in. Ivis rifled her huge fingers through the mangled bodies strewn around her, flinging them away or pulping them into paste when they turned out to be someone else. Eventually she started grabbing whole bushes and trees and ripped them straight out of the ground in her search for her little pet. To no avail.

“What are you doing mom?”

“Nothing” Ivis was breathing heavily. “Fuck it.” She finally gave up, when the last person she picked up turned out to be just a terrified parking attendant. She ground her fingers together in annoyance, bursting the shrieking woman’s body like a grape before discarding her obliterated corpse on top of a glass frame bus stop for everyone to see.

Ivis stretched out her left hand.  “Help me up, Vera, will you?”

Vera stepped down into the canal, making sure to place her foot in the middle of one of the derailed subway cars. Grabbing her mothers arm, she helped her up. While pulling, Vera thought about how heavy her mother was. Even more, she wondered how it must feel for those little Austrian bugs to be crushed into nothingness under her giant mother’s body. Her crotch started tingling with these thoughts.

———

Ivis was sitting on the edge of the canal, cleaning herself up, while Vera toyed with the people in the subway wreckage.

“Vera, be a darling—I need some clean water, can you take a look around?” She rummaged through her purse for something to clean her dirty elbows and legs.

“Sure mom.” The teenager climbed back to her feet and looked around. “I’ll ask someone. There must be a hotel or restaurant for foreign people around here somewhere.” Scanning the area, she noticed the subway station further down along the tracks. “I’ll be right back!”

The subway station was, like the tracks that lead to it, without a roof, and was built into the side of the canal. Both sides of the double tracks were lined with platforms, covered by a metal canopy. At the end of each platform were wide sets of stairs that led up to the actual station building, sitting on an overpass across the canal. The building looked beautiful—part of the Austrian Jugendstil architecture. Similar to Art Deco, the stone walls were full of little ornaments, the metallic-green roof was adorned with floral decorations made from more metal.

Nothing of that was particularly interesting to the American girl looking down into the station however—its contents was what she was looking for.

“Guten Tag!” She greeted the petrified people on the platforms. “Or was it Grüß Gott? I can’t remember. Anyway, I need your help: can someone guide me to the nearest foreign-restaurant or hotel? You see, my mother had a terrible accident and needs a drink of water.”

Terrified, several of the people slowly started moving towards the stairs, away from the giantess.

“Hey! I am talking to you!” She stared at the crowd, now frozen in their tracks. “Do you even understand English?” Vera grew irritated. She crouched down and leaned closer to the station.

A dog started barking at the giant woman. Vera’s head snapped to her left, looking right at the tiny creature and its owner. Desperately trying to stop his dog from barking, the man began shouting at his dog. Sensing the tension, this only encouraged the dog to bark louder. Vera couldn’t help but smile at the tiny dog’s bravery. A sharp howl rang out. Completely losing it, the little owner had kicked his dog to finally shut him up.

Vera’s smile vanished and it only took a second for the man to realize his mistake. Before he could even begin his apology, his body exploded under the giant girl’s fist, spraying his blood and innards onto the surrounding onlookers and his dog.

Panic broke out as people stampeded towards the stairways. 

“Fine! You stupid dog-kicking-fuckers! If you don’t want to help me, I’ll help you!” Vera was furious. She punched with her right fist into the left wall, reducing a young couple into a gory stain. Swinging her right hand back across the train tracks, she cut down a group of people on the right platform, smashing their bodies into a set of vending machines. Her left hand came down onto a group of young boys, pressing their broken bodies into the tiled floor, as she moved her upper body over the station. Her heavy breasts hung low over the platforms as she leaned down, stretching her arms toward the stairs. Her huge hand grabbed one of the canopy support columns on the right and ripped it, together with the canopy off the ground—it landed somewhere in a nearby street. As she stretched forward, over and across several people still trying to get off the platform, her right tit slammed straight through the terrified crowd. Several lucky people got thrown onto the tracks, while three more tiny Austrians were pinned down by the soft mountain of flesh, descending on top of them. As the giantess scooted forward, her arm already inside the staircase, their bodies burst apart under the immense pressure of her soft chest.

Vera’s arm stuck elbow-deep in the staircase to her right. Not seeing what she grabbed at, she concentrated on what she felt between her fingers—grinning with satisfaction, everytime she felt the lovely feeling of bones breaking and flesh tearing. 

That’s when she noticed the people escaping up the left staircase, right next to her head. “You think you can get away?” She hissed at the terrified people.

A bright flash appeared all of a sudden, blinding Vera. The subway train emerging from the tunnels under the station, crashed head-on into the giant girl's face. “Arghh, fuck!” Vera screamed in surprise and pain, pulling her right arm out of the staircase, smearing the remaining survivors against the walls.

“Fuck!” enraged, she smashed her fist into a nearby wall. “You little shits!” Vera grabbed the subway car and pulled it off the rails, snapping off the remaining waggons. “You think a subway train can stop me?” Grimacing with annoyance and pain, the giant girl heaved the subway car onto the platform. Placing the train at the end of the stairs, she started pushing. Using all her strength, she rammed the subway waggon up the wide staircase, steamrolling everyone who was still trying to escape the massacre at the platforms below. The furious teenager only stopped when her metal battering ram reached the end of the staircase and started folding in on itself. “Time to end this!” she muttered under her heavy breaths.

Sitting back up, the giant girl was overlooking the station building, engulfing the 19th century building in her shadow. Vera grabbed both sides of the station roof in her hands and with a little grunt, she tore the metal roof clean off the building and threw it into the street. Looking down onto the tiny people, she quickly took stock. At least twenty of them, crying, horrified; several maimed and injured people, at least two kids, no pets. All fair game. Vera thought of something clever to say to them. 

“Fuck you!” 

The giant American leaned over, her gigantic breasts smashing into the building and all its occupants, obliterating both within the blink of an eye. Using her arms to apply pressure to her overspilling tits, she shifted her weight around to make absolutely sure there were no survivors. Spotting one single person who had been ejected from the building by the sudden impact, she casually picked him up by his foot just to drop him in her cleavage. Using her index finger she stuffed the human form deep between her breasts, folding the tiny body in directions it clearly wasn’t meant to go. Squeezing her giant boobs together, she reduced the man into gory splatters. Brushing off her chest, she was finally done.

———

Ivis looked up from her little purse mirror that she was using to fix her makeup—her daughter had finally returned.

“What were you up to?” Ivis was curious.

“Ugh, nothing. Things didn’t turn out the way I hoped they would.” Vera shrugged, exhausted. “Here is your water.” In her hand she had a subway carriage, ripped clean in half. It was leaking but still held enough water.

Ivis lifted her eyebrow. “Where did you get that?” She took the makeshift cup from Vera.

“The water I got from a hydrant. The rest… you don’t want to know.” She sighed as she sat down beside her mother.

“Thanks, honey!” Ivis dipped her finger in the water. Leaning over she started wiping off the dirt smudges on her daughter’s face.

———

In the distance sirens were blaring as ambulances were rushing to and off the scenes of destruction. Ivis and Vera paid them no mind however. They were strolling down the streets, back towards the Ring and the inner city. Ivis was in front, continuously talking to her daughter. Vera, who was absentmindedly uhu-ing and nodding in acknowledgment whenever her mother turned her head to her, was having more fun in squashing the tiny cars and people that managed to dodge her mother’s feet in front of her.

A building door opened and a man stepped outside to see what the commotion was all about. He narrowly avoided getting flattened into a Palatschinke when he stumbled through the arch of a giant high-heeled sandal, settling on top of him. Looking up to the giant woman, his jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it—a giant woman almost had crushed him into paste! Being immersed by the sight of a giantess walking down his street he failed to notice the second giant coming up behind him. 

Vera already had set her sights on the small obese man, stumbling out from underneath Ivis’ left foot. She adjusted her step and brought her foot down onto the man. He was knocked over and Vera could feel his lower body compress to mush. The pressure built for a moment, as the giant teenager’s weight shifted forward, and with a wet sound of tearing flesh the rest of the man exploded from under her toes. Vera giggled.

“Did you say something, honey?” Ivis turned her head towards her daughter.

“Nothing, Mom.”

Crunch

The sound of breaking metal and a loud howling noise brought Ivis’ attention back to her feet. The giant woman had stepped onto an ambulance rushing towards the nearest hospital. The vehicle was skewered cleanly on the huge stiletto heel, its blue flashing lights and the squealing siren slowly dying down.

Vera laughed as Ivis just rolled her eyes. Lifting her heel, she plucked the tiny ambulance off her foot without being overly concerned for the well-being of its tiny passengers. Ivis moved her hand upwards to her face to examine the vehicle. Peering through the newly created sunroof she could inspect the massacre she just created. 

The inside of the ambulance was pure carnage. The patient on his little gurney has been crushed, his body together with the steel stretcher pushed through the bottom of the ambulance. Next to him, one of the paramedics had lost several body parts to the giant heel and was either dead or unconscious, Ivis couldn’t tell. The other paramedic was very much alive, but pinned to one side by some equipment that had come off the wall when the giant woman lifted the ambulance up into the air. And then there was the driver, frantically trying to get out of the driver’s cabin, his efforts thwarted by Ivis’ giant fingers.

“Today’s not your day, hmm?” Ivis said without feeling any guilt. The giant woman was about to close her fist when Vera interjected, “Can I see?”

Ivis shrugged, “Don’t get your blouse dirty.” She handed the deformed ambulance over to Vera before continuing on her way.

Vera also took a peek through the hole. “Must suck to be so tiny,” the giant teenager mumbles, “impaled on a woman's shoe … pathetic.” She smiled.

Looking through the ambulance’s two holes she noticed something in the background—a brightly lit office building. Vera crushed the ambulance in her fist, ignoring the pleas of the paramedics inside, dropping it to the ground. “Mom, isn’t that one of dad’s buildings?” She points at an office tower with huge letters on its side.

The giant woman stops dead in her tracks. “Well it certainly looks like it.” Ivis’ expression darkened.

“It looks like they’re having a party up there? What do they have to celebrate?” Vera squinted her eyes.

Ivis adjusted her dress. “Nothing. What do you say, we make sure of that?” She glanced over to her daughter.

Vera’s face lightened up. “Sounds like fun!” She also adjusted her top, tugging on her bra strap. This prompted Vera’s tiny climber, still pinned against her nipple, to weakly struggle. “Yah, I haven’t forgotten about you!” Vera whispered, at her left boob.

The tower was built in a courtyard, surrounded by older buildings from the late 1800s. While being taller than the buildings around it, it was still far shorter than the two giant women approaching it.

“Did you know he had an office here, Mom?”

“It was mentioned in the divorce papers. Said it was barely making a profit, which was probably a lie to skimp on taxes and the divorce settlement.” Ivis’ mouth had turned into a frown. “You know how your father is. There’s only two things he’s good at: cheating on his taxes and cheating on your mother.”

“Does this mean half of this building belongs to you?” Vera asked with a wide grin on her face.

Ivis chuckled. “I doubt his lawyers would see it that way.” The giant woman arrived at the building. “Hmm,” Ivis was stroking her chin menacingly, “let’s call it a hostile takeover!”

———

The keynote slide declaring Q3 the “most profitable quarter” was still projected at the shaking wall, but no one was paying it any attention anymore. The employees were glued to the windows, staring at the approaching giants.

Tina entered the large office space with a confused look on her face. “What is going on here?” While being small compared to her fellow countrymen, the daughter of an Egyptian mother and Austrian father still towered at roughly twice the height of her colleagues. That, and the fact that she was serving as the assistant to the CEO, made her an imposing figure within the office. “What are you doing at the windows?”

Bruce, standing on an office desk to compensate for his height, looked up to her. “Two Americans—they’re coming at us!” He yelled in his thick Scottish accent.

“Americans?” Tina looked out the window. “Holy shit. That’s Ivis and Vera!”

“Who?” Bruce looked confused.

“Are you fucking with me, Bruce? Ivis and Vera Miric—You know the boss's ex and his daughter?” The well-built Egyptian snapped at him.

“Well, whoever they are, they don’t seem friendly!”

“No shit, Bruce.” Tina frowned. “We should get out of here…” Tina stepped back several meters. “Everybody, listen! We have to leave the building! It is not safe for us here, not with these two outside!” Her voice boomed across the office floor, but her colleagues didn’t react to her order. A few workers stepped back and slowly made their way towards the staircase, but many were still staring out the window. “Hey! Did you guys hear me?”

“What is all this shouting about?” Maximilian stumbled into the room, tucking his shirt into his trousers.

“Max—Sir, we should leave the building.” Tina turned to her superior with a worried face.

“What is it Tina, why … holy shit, it’s Ivis!” His eyes widened when he spotted the two women who just arrived at the building. 

“… let’s call it a hostile takeover!” thundered a female voice from outside the building.

“Fuck me …” Max fainted.

———

Ivis leaned over the building in front of her to reach the big office building, her heavy breast hanging precariously close over the grey tin roof. Her long, still perfectly manicured, fingers smashed through the window front without encountering any resistance. With a grunt and a frown she had simply lifted the whole top of the building, ripping it off its concrete foundations.

Vera was standing next to her. Watching her mother displaying that amount of power and might over those pathetic creatures made her giggle with excitement. She was counting the people looking at them through the windows. At least 50 on the top floor. This is going to be awesome, Vera thought to herself with a big smile.

Ivis deposited the rubble in the courtyard next to the office tower, crushing dozens of people who were streaming out of the building in the process and blocking the main exit under tons of concrete and steel. Dusting off her hands, Ivis returned her attention to the new top floor of the building.

“Well!” Ivis flashed her most gorgeous smile at the people staring at her like a deer in the headlights. “Let’s skip the formalities! You all know me, and I won’t have the time to learn all your names. But don’t worry—we will still get very close and personal, trust me about that!” She leered down at her prey like a lioness observing a herd of delicious zebras. “Very close…” Her voice turned husky as she leaned forward.

The giant teenager was observing the spectacle closely. Some of the little office workers tried hiding under the desk or within a closet. A few had fainted.

———

“…and this is why, half of this building, half of this company, belongs to me!” Ivis has finished her little speech and leaned back again. “But you’re in luck. I feel generous today and also we don’t have much time,” she nodded to her daughter, “so we’ll make this quick. You guys just split up into two halves. I will offer my people a well paid job in my half of the company. The other half however,” Ivis waved her right hand as if to search for the right words, “they will be terminated.” Visibly content about the terrified reactions she caused, she nonchalantly pointed towards the left side of the building. “My employees, please gather here.”

The small people looked at each other—was she serious? One little worker stepped forward and screamed at the giantess. “You can’t do this! You can’t just come along and press us into service as if we’re some sort of ser—” He was cut short by a giant finger crashing down onto him, pulverizing his body instantly and driving the remains through the floor, into the office below.

Vera laughed as she retracted her finger. “He said ‘press,’ I just couldn’t resist!” She grinned at her mother.

This was all it took—all hell broke loose. People were pushing and clambering over each other to get into the left half of the building. Several people tried to flee towards the exits in the back.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Vera exclaimed, bending forwards to grab them. Her gigantic breasts lowered down onto the smaller building right below her—her engorged nipples mere meters away from the metallic ridge of the roof, swiping antennas and satellite dishes in the process. Vera didn’t mind, she was busy causing havoc in the office building above.

“Two and three!” Vera pinched two people between her fingers, one in each hand.  Without giving it a second thought, she squeezed her fingers together, pulping the two office workers into red paste. Gleefully snatching another worker that was trying to hide inside the ventilation shaft, she lifted the woman into the air. “What are you doing, little one? You are way too big to fit in that vent. Let me help you with that!”

Vera grabbed the screaming woman’s upper body with her other hand and started bending the little person backwards. “It’s easier said than done!” Vera explained. The woman’s screams intensified. For a moment the tiny spine provided soft resistance to Vera’s efforts, but applying a little more pressure finally broke the woman in half. Her hysterical screams spiked and changed to a painful gargle, when her body gave way and folded in onto itself. “There we go!” Vera exclaimed triumphantly. “See how compact you are now? You’ll fit in any vent you want!” The giant teenager grinned.

Ivis chuckled and shook her head, “You’re enjoying this way too much, sweety.”

“Oh, come on,” Vera rolled her eyes as she flung the broken woman over her shoulder, “I’ve seen how you treat them. You’re enjoying this just as much as I do.”

Ivis shrugged. “Maybe you’re right.” With a smile she pushed her thumb down onto a person crawling on the floor, squeezing his body like a tube of toothpaste until he burst. The giantess grinned.

With a swift motion, the giant woman brought her open hand into the dense crowd of people at her side of the building. Moving her hand into the center, she separated the crowd into two groups with her open palms.

“Let’s finish them off and get going.” Ivis nodded at the group in the center.

“We could tear them limb from limb!” Vera snatched a person from the group and held the little man up in the air. He panicked, as Vera started pulling on his left leg.

Ivis shook her head. “That would take too long. Maybe we should just squish them all to paste under our tits?” She menacingly leaned forwards again.

“Oh! I wanna watch!” Vera shouted before addressing the little man in her hand. “Looks like you got lucky, you can keep your limbs!” She laughed and placed him back with the others, right under the colossal hanging breasts of her mother. 

“Stop it! Right now!”

The two giantesses looked up. At the back of the office, a large woman emerged from a door frame several sizes too small for her. She stood almost twice as tall as the other people in the office around her.

Vera cocked her head to the side, while Ivis narrowed her eyes. “And who are you exactly?” The giantess addressed the woman before her.

“I’m Tina El Nadi, assistant to the CEO Maximilian Wengler. I’m in charge of this office.”

“Assistant to the CEO, you say. Where is that Maximilian guy? Did we accidentally squish him?” Ivis demonstrably lifted one of her heavy breasts and peeked under it, directly looking at at least a dozen cowering office workers below her.

“He’s out of office today.” The tall Egyptian woman replied.

“You’re sure? He’s up for a performance review by the board, and let’s say the board’s not too happy with him.” Ivis nodded towards Vera, who was grinning in anticipation.

“Oh, not happy at all!” The teenager chimed in with a smile.

“Please,” Tina pleaded, “We’ve done nothing to you or your daughter. Whatever gripes you have with your husband over company ownership, just—”

“My husband!” Ivis boomed at the tiny people beneath her towering form. “My ex-husband is none of your business!” Enraged, she hissed at the tall woman: “So don’t you dare, bring him into this!”

“Miss Miric—”

“You are pathetic! I will show you how to run an office!” Ivis grabbed the woman and held her in a tight fist. Moving her upper body back several meters, she addressed the workers: “This CEO of yours, Maximilian, where is he? If you tell me, I will spare the lives of all of you!” Tina’s eyes grew wide with horror.

“He’s back through that door,” the tiny man with the Scottish accent pointed at the door the tall woman had emerged, “he fainted when you showed up!”

“Out of office, is he?” Ivis’ eyes pierced the woman in her fist, who at this point had lost all remaining composure and started shaking uncontrollably.

Leaning forward, the gigantic woman reached with her free hand towards the back wall. Several people dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting flattened by her enormous right tit. Desks and chairs splintered and cracked, as the heavy mountain of flesh steamrolled over the office floor, decimating anything that didn’t move out of the way. Using two fingers she pushed through the door and with a swift motion to the side she ripped out a large chunk of the wall.

The unconscious body was lying on a brown leather couch in the back corner of the room. Ivis’ dexterous fingers grabbed one of the legs and plucked the little body out of the room. Lifting her catch up to her large eyes she inspected the little man, who, after that sudden rush of blood to his head, started regaining consciousness.

“I will have a conversation with those two in private.” Righting herself back up again, the titanic woman stepped backwards over the surrounding buildings. She addressed the relieved crowd in the ruined office: “I am a woman of my word.” 

Nodding her head towards the tiny people, she smirked at Vera, “they’re all yours, honey. Don’t get yourself too dirty!”

Vera’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Looks like you guy’s got yourself a new CEO! Chief Execution Officer, that is!” She grinned down at the terrified people below her, as the tremors of her mother’s footfalls faded in the distance.

———

“There we go!” The giant finger pushed the pile of desks in front of the doorway, effectively blocking the last exit. “I don’t wanna see no quitters!” the titanic girl chuckled at the tiny helpless people before her.

“Some of you might be wondering, ‘why is this happening? Why am I doing this to you?’” Vera waived her right hand dismissively above the terrified office workers. “And I’m gonna be straight with you,” she continued, “slaughtering you tiny people is just too much fun! And as an American I can just do that—ending your pathetic lives in the most creative and satisfying ways imaginable!” The giantess closed her eyes and inhaled deeply in anticipation. “But,” her eyes fluttered open and she focused on the crowd below her heavy breasts, “I know that you’re technically humans, and ethically it’s just not right to murder you for my personal enjoyment.” Rolling her eyes, she continued: “So, give me a reason not to do it! Consider it an interview for your life, if you will!” The people looked at each other in disbelief and horror. The teenager put on her sweetest smile.

“You! Why should I let you live?” Vera pointed at a blonde guy, at the edge of the crowd. His face went pale and his eyes wide.

“I… I…” he stammered with a panicked face, “I have family!”

Vera’s giant hand grabbed the tiny person whole, entombing him in her fist.

“They always have. Sorry, not gonna cut it!” She shook her head at the tinies. Lifting her fist to her ear, she started compressing. “I love to hear you guys screaming!” She closed her eyes and focused on the screams emitting from her closing hand. Every time she felt more bones breaking between her fingers, the screams intensified. “It makes me horny, to be honest!” With a sickening squelch and several spouts of gore and blood shooting out between her fingers, the screaming finally stopped. Opening her hand she presented the torn-up remains to the crowd, before casually wiping them off at the edge of the building. Several people threw up or simply fainted from the horrifying display.

“Don’t tell my mom,” Vera leaned closer to the crowd, ignoring their cries and pleas, “I have also used you guys for dirty stuff as well. To get myself off…” the giant teenager whispered in a husky voice, “naturally, this wasn’t too pleasurable for you guys.” She casually picked up an unconscious woman and lazily dropped her in her mouth. Tilting her head backwards she swallowed. The terrified people watched the bulge traveling down the giantess’ throat. Smacking her lips loudly, Vera put on a wide grin. “Well, she’s gonna have a rude awakening!” She laughed out loud.

“Alright, I have a new idea. A way better idea!” Her two hands dove into the crowd, grabbing a dozen or so people. Trying not to break them too much, she lifted the tiny Austrians from the crowd. Vera straightened up. “I need you guys right here!” she instructed the people in her hands, before opening them, dumping the screaming masses into her enormous cleavage. One person bounced off her gigantic, soft boob and fell to his death; some slid between the soft orbs, others tried clinging to her smooth skin, they survived—for now.

Sensually rubbing her breasts the teenager heaved her right leg over the ruined office tower, placing her foot on the roof of an adjacent building. Her heeled sole sunk into the tiled roof, breaking through the roof truss before settling in the rooms below. The thirty, or so, remaining people under the arc of her leg looked up at the girl in utter panic. 

———

Petra sunk to her knees, sobbing, but still keeping her eyes locked onto the giant girl above her. She tried her best to comprehend her situation, but it didn’t make any sense to her. This was her first week as an intern at the office. She was young, fresh from university, a good student and a good person, and now this giant teenager, several years younger than her, was about to end her life. How could this happen? What the hell was going on? Petra buried her face in her hands, weeping.

Screaming erupted around her and before she could look up to see what was happening, a giant hand knocked her over into the people next to her. Gasping for air, she was shoved further into the pile of people, screaming and flailing all around her. More and more humans fell on top of her, while she was desperately struggling to break free, struggling to breathe. Suddenly, with a jerk, the pile shifted. They were lifted into the air! Petra grabbed onto people around her in panic.

“I need you guys right here!” she heard the American saying, before, suddenly, the wriggling mass of humans below her gave way and she fell.

Even though the surface was elastic and somewhat spongy, the impact knocked the air out her lungs. Beginning to slide, Petra instinctively rolled over and clung onto the surface. It took her a few seconds to recognize the giant soft breast as what it was. Screaming people hit the fleshy surface around her, some bouncing off and falling to their deaths, others sliding and clinging on for dear life. Next to her a man managed to stop his slide, grabbing onto the silky smooth surface as hard as he could, only to be knocked loose by a woman tumbling on top of him, both disappearing out of sight. On her left, two women slid in between the two mammoth breasts, each heaving breath of the giantess pulling them deeper into the chasm. More than a dozen people were scrambling around her, trying their best to stay alive while, above Petra, the giantess’ hand descended down onto them. The giant fingers carelessly dashed around, swiping the tiny Austrians into the crevasse in the center of their fleshy plattform, barely missing Petra several times, who was still clinging on. Once most people were piled up in the girl’s enormous cleavage, her fingers dove into the mass of humans, shoving them deep between her breasts. The fingers pulled out and pushed back in again, driving more and more people further down into the warm abyss. Petra could hear the cracking of bones and the screams of agony. Once again, the giant teenager did care little for the pain she was inflicting on them. She seemed to rather enjoy herself. The hand moved downwards and started sensually kneading the giant orb beneath Petra.

Petra yelped as the flesh beneath her rose into the air several meters, before bouncing back again. Finally losing her grip, Petra started to slip down, the surface under her moving in every which direction, like a huge bouncy castle. She slid down the slope faster and faster, closing her eyes in what was the anticipation of her impending death. With a jolt, she lost her grip, but moments later, she landed in soft fabric. Opening her eyes, she found herself underneath the dress, entangled in the laces of the girl’s giant bra. She grabbed onto the thick threads anxiously looking around. Everything was moving around her, the dress she was under, the giant boobs underneath her, even the enormous bra she was hanging onto. Looking to her left she could see towards the girl’s cleavage, where most of the screams came from. Petra steadied herself and turned to her right. A man was also hanging from the giant bra and was determined to climb back up, maybe even inside? Underneath him Petra could see the girl's engorged nipple, barely covered by the laces, seemingly ready to burst out of its containment at any minute. Climbing inside, that seemed like a sensible idea, the woman thought. She started climbing too. Below her, the girl's hand started squeezing the giant tit, lifting Petra several meters. Accelerating her climb, Petra reached up when her right hand grabbed onto something sticky. Looking up, she recoiled violently. Right above her, inside the bra’s white laces, the remains of a human body were hanging. His head and his left arm, both sticking out of the threads, were the only recognizable parts left, the rest seemed to be pressed into fine paste, between the fabric and the girl’s heavy breast. On what used to be his head he wore a climbing helmet Petra realized. Didn’t seem to help him, she thought while composing herself.

The dress suddenly started moving. Looking down, Petra shrieked. The giant hand had moved underneath the dress, grabbing the boob, squeezing it gently, before continuing its movement up towards Petra. The small woman frantically accelerated her pace, but the fingers moved past her to her right. A muffled scream rang out and Petra immediately knew the fingers had found their target. Looking down, she saw the thrashing man being pressed into the enormous nipple, the fingers violently clamping together, squeezing, pressing and pulling. With each movement the sound of breaking bones followed and the man’s muffled shrieks intensified. With one final crunch the man’s body finally burst as the girl’s playful fingers pushed together, mashing him into the nipple, before finally pulling the body apart as she sensually rubbed the remains onto her bra. Petra started gagging. “This can’t be happening,” the tiny woman thought, trying to stay sane. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” As Petra hastened her climb, she never noticed the fingers coming towards her.

———

“Oh, found another one!” Vera moaned as she held up the tiny woman she had picked up from left breast up to her face. 

The giant teenager was, by now sitting, on the remains of the office tower, one leg on each side. Her panties she had carefully pulled to one side so as not to impede her glistening wet womanhood during her sadistic play. Like that, most of the crowd had been ground into a bloody pulp underneath her crotch, only a few people still alive, all of them badly mangled or halfway crushed by the giant girl. The faint movement under her nether lips still provided enough stimulation for Vera to tense up, biting her lower lip in pleasure. As her hips moved slightly forward, her wet folds spread out, engulfing another poor soul trying to claw his way out from under the giant girl. First smothering him and eventually bursting like a grape against the office floor. 

Vera groaned loudly as she felt several more pops and bursts from under her, her eyelids fluttering. Taking two deep breaths, she focused again onto the small woman she held in her bloody fingers. “Do you want to watch me smushing those fuckers into paste between my tits?” she bellowed at the woman with a mad grin. Not waiting for an answer, Vera started pressing her arms together, squeezing her giant breasts and the people trapped within with unimaginable force. While several pops and blood fountains marked the end of some of her victims, the rhythmically movement of her hips humping the remains of the office under her claimed one last casualty. The core of the building finally gave way and the young giantess collapsed together with the structure to the ground. Vera smashed through several other buildings before coming to rest on the office building’s rubble.

Cutting short a small orgasm, the giant girl was panting heavily, reeling from the pleasure. Protected by the giant hand, the small woman Vera had been holding was still alive. Grinning, she planted a huge kiss right on the woman’s face, effectively smothering her whole face between her lips. “That was really nice,” Vera panted. Before the tiny woman could gather her composure, Vera slid her into her open maw, sucking briefly on the woman’s body before swallowing her whole.

When Ivis finally returned, the two tinies she had taken with her were gone. An arm, stuck between Ivis’ teeth, was the only evidence of their former existence. Since her mother did not ask what happened at the office building, Vera decided not to ask either. Ivis took her daughter’s hand and the two giantesses moved on.

———

“Oh wow! That building looks amazing!” Vera points at the Neue Burg. The wing of the former Imperial Palace was a huge baroque building. Its front was shaped like a crescent, the rows of columns and large windows receding backwards, meeting in the center at a large, pompous arch-like structure. Several statues adorned the top, centered around a giant golden double-headed eagle. 

“Mom, we should totally take a picture!” excitedly she grabbed her mother’s hand and pulled her towards the building.

People scattered, as the two giants approached. A tour guide could only watch in horror as one half of his tour group disappeared under a giant foot. The remaining Mexican tourists—more than double the size of the Austrians—ran for cover, in turn trampling down more tiny people around them. 

Ivis and Vera did not notice the chaos at their feet, nor the row of parked cars they flattened. When they arrived, Vera started directing: “You sit on this side,” she points at the roof left of the arch, “and I’ll sit here! Then we’ll take a selfie!” She reaches into her purse, her fingers combing through its content: a hairbrush, lipstick, tissues, several tiny Austrians she brought from her visit to the zoo, condoms … “Ah!” the teenager exclaimed, pulling out her phone.

Ivis had taken a seat, not entirely trusting the roof to not suddenly cave in.

“Alright, look into the camera, Mom!” Vera held out her phone with her arm. Quickly adjusting her breasts with her right arm, she scooted closer towards her mother. The roof miraculously held, but her wide hips took its toll on the ornaments decorating the arch.

“You can’t see the building, dear!” Ivis pointed at the screen.

Vera laughed, “Damnit! My arms are too short!” She looked around for something that could help, when she suddenly got an idea.

“You!” She yelled at a tiny person that was watching them from a safe distance. “I need you to take a picture of us and the building! Can you do that?”

The tiny man started sweating, but took out his smartphone. He raised his tiny arm, giving a thumbs up.

“Perfect!” Vera glanced over to her mother, “Now, look ravishing!”

“Always, honey.” Ivis replied before putting up her most gorgeous smile. Waiting for the man to take a few pictures she then turned her head and planted a huge wet kiss on her daughter’s cheek.

“Mom!” her giant teenage daughter was caught by surprise, “we’ll delete that photo!” They both started laughing. “Alright, show us the pictures!” she ordered the tiny man.

The man slowly approached the two giantesses. The older woman bent towards him. Her humongous breasts dangled down, the light fabric of her dress unable to restrain them. Like two giant hot air balloons they floated, or rather, hung above him. He swallowed nervously, offering his phone to the giantess.

Instead of taking the phone, Ivis grabbed the tiny man as a whole, lifting him up and towards her daughter. “Let’s see!” she instructed the tiny man, sticking out of her fist. The phone was tiny but they still appreciated the pictures.

“Thank you, those are perfect!” Ivis smiled at the man in her hand—the tiny man was visibly relieved. With her left hand she gently took his phone from his outstretched hand. “What is your PIN?”

The man looked confused, “What?”

“What is your phone’s PIN code?” Ivis repeated her question.

“It’s … It’s my wife’s birthday,” the man became visibly anxious, “030389” he stammered.

“Thank you very much!” Ivis kept smiling as she moved her thumb on top of the man, shoving him fully inside her giant fist. She then started compressing. His surprised screams became louder as Ivis crumbled up the tiny body like a used tissue paper. The agonized cries finally subsided, as blood and viscera began seeping out between her fingers. With a fling of her wrist, she discarded the bloody pulp somewhere in the city.

“Mom!” Vera looked at her mother in disbelief. “How are we supposed to operate that microscopic phone, now that you turned that little idiot to mush?”

Ivis handed the tiny phone to her daughter. “Don’t worry! Give it to one of your tinies.” She pointed at Vera’s purse.

Right! She had almost forgotten about them. The giantess opened her purse. “Hey, snack-people! Guard this with your life!” Vera dropped the phone into her purse. “Whoever keeps the phone safe, will not get horribly ripped apart by my sexy teeth, when I get hungry later on!” Her announcement took a second to sink in before the people threw themselves at the unlucky guy who had caught the phone. Vera had already closed her purse.

“We should be going. The restaurant is right around the corner.” Ivis carefully rose from the building.

When Vera shifted her weight, however, the roof couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud crash, the structure under Vera collapsed, sending her enormous ass down into the great baroque halls below. 

From the outside it looked like a bomb went off. Vera’s butt was too wide for the building, so the walls and windows burst outwards in an astonishing explosion. The giant girl smashed through several floors, until her heavy butt reached ground level. The right half of the building was completely pulverized. Vera was stunned as Ivis broke into laughter.

“Not funny, Ivis.” Vera was not amused. Reaching down, she pulled something out of between her buttcheeks. It looked like the remains of … maybe the janitor? It was hard to tell who it used to be, but she didn’t care either way. Dropping the corpse, she rolled herself out of the rubble. 

Ivis was still laughing as Vera finally got back on her feet, dusting off her huge body. “I wish I hadn’t pulped that little shit into tomato sauce. I sure would have loved to have a photo of your little stunt just now!” the giant woman snickered, wiping tears from her eyes. 

“Ha ha,” Vera faked some laughter, “let’s go, Mom, we’re late!”

The Palmenboutique restaurant was situated in the large conservatory at the edge of the Old Town district. While large and spacious for the average Austrian citizen, it was dwarfed by the two American giantesses. Being roughly as long as Ivis was tall, it was rather narrow—a little more than the width of Vera’s wide and heavy hips. Approaching from the south-west, Ivis and Vera stopped in the park in front of the structure. Ivis’ right foot was firmly planted on top of a crushed pine tree, while her left foot had smashed a cute couple and their romantic picnic blanket into the ground.

A frantically waving waiter exited the building and approached the two women. Ivis crouched down.

“Please! You can’t come in here, we’re full! All 48 tables!” the sweaty little waiter shouted.

“I have booked a table, you do remember?” Ivis responded calmly.

“No, you have not! I… I told you on the phone, please!” The little man became increasingly anxious.

“Listen, we’re not here to cause trouble. We just want the table for two that I booked this afternoon.” Ivis remained calm.

The tiny waiter started shaking.

Vera was watching the whole scene unfolding with increasing bemusement. 

Ivis sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’d like to talk to the manager.” She still showed no emotions. The waiter, somewhat relieved to be off the hook, immediately scurried back inside the conservatory.

Vera looked at her mother, “what are we gonna do now, Mom?”

Ivis turned her head back over her left shoulder. Looking up at her daughter from her crouched position, she took a second to appreciate the sight. This is how it must look to those puny Austrians when her baby girl towers over them. She looked up Vera’s thick thighs, her wide and curvy hips. Above that, the flat stomach and of course the heavy pair of breasts jutting out high above her.. Vera’s beautiful young face, looming over everything like a young goddess, descended onto earth.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Ivis smiled at her daughter, “we’ll find a spot.”

“Ma’am!” A tiny voice brought Ivis’ attention back. “I am the manager of this establishment! I am very, very sorry, but there is simply no space!”

Ivis’ face darkened. “So, what do you suggest?”

“I was… WE were thinking,” he gestured towards the waitstaff, collectively hiding in the entrance, “you could sit out here in the park – enjoy the nice weather, the air – while we serve you our specialties! … Free of charge of course!” He quickly added that last part, as Ivis' expression did not change for the better.

“So, you suggest we sit here in the grass?” She waved dismissively at the ground below her. “Like what, like we’re some hobos? That we can’t afford your ‘specialties’?” Ivis had grown irritated. Her enormous but slender hand dug down into the earth. She ripped out—what must have been a truckload of soil to those puny Austrians—and waved back and forth it in front of the cowering restaurant staff. Vera started grinning—this was getting interesting.

“I have called in advance—”

The soil was discarded in some random direction over Vienna.

“Ma’am—”

Ivis rose back up. “—I booked the table—”

The manager staggered several steps backwards and started pleading, “please, you—”

“—and now my daughter and I will have dinner. In your restaurant!” Ivis emphasized that last part while dusting off her hands. That was the end of the conversation. She took her daughter's hand and raised her right foot. 

———

The guests inside the large glasshouse looked up, as the evening’s sunset suddenly disappeared and the whole building was cast in shadow. Nobody had time to react, when—with a thunderous noise—the glass ceiling suddenly caved in, as a gigantic heeled foot pushed through the roof. The high heeled sandal moved downwards and flattened two tables and their patrons. Before anyone inside the restaurant could comprehend what was going on, the ceiling at the other end of the glasshouse exploded inwards and another foot entered the restaurant from above, this time in a blue high heel. Panic erupted in the building, but before people had the chance to get up, two more feet crashed through the ceiling. 

Standing on either side of the large glass dome in the center of the conservatory, Ivis reached into the building. “Honey, give me a hand, please!” Bending down, Vera grabbed her side of the cupola and together, the giant women ripped the remaining roof off the structure. Without much effort, they disposed of the rubble in the park next to them—the broken glass and twisted metal frame causing as much carnage in the park as the two giantesses caused in the restaurant. Admiring their work, Vera stood—hands on hips—firmly inside the now roofless conservatory. Ivis observed the chaos in between her feet with growing delight. Nodding to her giant daughter, the two sat down.

Looking up, the brunette woman in her teal colored evening gown froze in fear. A gigantic butt, dressed in white, descended down onto her and her friends. Her husband, clambering over the dinner table to get to her, grabbed her wrist. The woman snapped out of it as he pulled her towards the side of the room. Picking up one of their friends, who had stumbled over his chair, the woman again looked up. They were not going to make it, she thought, moments before the enormous right buttcheek slammed down on her. With one quick movement she was folded backwards. Pulped into red goo, together with her friends and the fully decked dinner table, where they had peacefully eaten their last meal moments before.

On the left side of the large room, a man in a black tuxedo was knocked over by the white butt crashing down onto him. His lower half was caught under the gigantic rump, pressed into the floor, making it impossible for him to move. For a second the pressure eased, as the giant woman shifted her weight. Looking around him, the man was looking for something—anything—to grab for, anything that could be of help to him. Broken chairs and tables, pieces of dinnerware and food littered his surroundings. Nothing. The pressure increased again. Opening his mouth, he tried to scream, but all air had been pressed out of his lungs. A split second later, several tons of flesh steamrolled him into the ground, his upper body exploding in a shower of gore and blood.

Ivis shifted her legs to her left—ladylike—as if she was sitting on a picnic blanket. Opposite of her, Vera was sitting cross-legged—her wide behind filling out the conservatory completely.

Ivis looked around her, satisfied. “It’s nice here, with all those beautiful palm trees and flowers.” She gestured towards the remains of the former greenhouse around her, the blood-sprayed flora clearly ruffled. Vera laughed. “Good thing we found a free spot!” Vera pulled her hair behind her left ear.

“You! Red wine, now!” Ivis barked at a black suited man next to her.

“I don’t think he’s a waiter, mom.” Vera remarked.

The tiny man in the black suit looked up in fear to the two giant women. In his hands, he held tight what looked like part of an evening dress—the other end of the fabric disappearing under Ivis’ right buttcheek.

“Well,” Ivis looked down at the little man, “he’s either a waiter … or he’s the food.” 

The man’s jaw dropped. He released his dead wife’s gown and sprinted towards one of the exits. Laughter thunder above his head. “Mom, he’s way too old!” he heard one of the women say. He didn’t care. He had to get out of here!

“Don’t be ridiculous! I like some salt and pepper on a man!” Ivis laughed. She moved her right hand over to the tiny man and his nice set of hair, while he was frantically trying to open the locked side door. She pinched the man’s head between her thumb and index finger. Pushing together, the tiny head exploded into a cloud of red mist seconds after he realized what was going on.

“Mom!” Vera tried to cover her laughter behind her hand, “That was ice cold!” She grinned.

Ivis smiled at her daughter, licking her fingers clean. “Enough playing around, where is our food?”

She discovered three waiters trying to hide in the greenery to her left. “Hello there! If you don’t want to end up like that old man right now, you better listen carefully!” Ivis explained, addressed the cowering waiters.

While her mother was placing the order, Vera was looking around. Glancing behind her she noticed a group of patrons who tried to sneak out of the building. “Not a chance.” Vera grinned. Lifting her buttcheek, she used her right hand to gather the four people and shoved them back right under her. She ignored the cries for mercy and settled her butt back down, slowly and carefully. Closing her eyes, she relished in the feeling of bodies bursting and breaking under her heavy ass. Feeling the tiny people pushing and struggling in vain, before being obliterated by her enormous behind—it was an exhilarating feeling for Vera.

“... and don’t even think of running away. I will hunt you down and rip you limb from limb, is that understood?” Ivis stared at the tiny waitstaff. Nodding. They left for the kitchen and the wine cellar.

“That is taken care of,” the titanic woman looked back at her daughter, “let’s see, who we’re dining with tonight!” Looking around, the two giantesses started picking up the few patrons that survived their grand entrance.

———

Vera counted thirteen survivors, huddled up anxiously between the two giant women. Ivis picked up a woman missing her left leg, bleeding profusely. “Let’s say twelve.” Dangling the mangled woman in the air from her remaining right leg, she grimaced at Vera and with a casual movement of her wrist, she flung the injured woman over the rooftops of Vienna, where she splattered against a building. Another woman was accidentally ripped in half as Vera tried to pull her out from under her. The dying upper body was discarded in Vera’s mouth and disappeared after a few bites. The two legs were discarded in the corner of the room.

Examining their guests, Vera noticed a rather tall woman among them. Her skin was olive and she had smooth black hair framing her beautiful face. A long green dress, embroidered with colorful flowers, covered her toned figure. But her most striking feature was her height. She was more than twice the height of the surrounding Austrians, including the man whose hand she was holding tight.

“Hmm, you’re not from here?” Ivis also had noticed the ravishingly good looking woman in their midst. She didn’t answer, instead she stared into Ivis’ eyes with a stern expression. “Egypt? Saudi Arabia,” Ivis started guessing, ignoring the woman’s stare, “the Turkish Empire?”

“You have no right to do what you just did!” The dark haired woman suddenly burst out.

Vera was startled—did the tiny worm just talk back to her mother?

Ivis looked at the woman in surprise, but remained composed. “Excuse me?”

“You have no right to come in here, break everything and murder all those people, just because you are bigger than them!” The woman shouted at her. Vera admired her broad shoulders, the wide back, stretching the dress as she shouted. Her biceps visibly bulged when she clenched her fists in fury. Was she having a death wish? Vera was curious.

The woman was still yelling. “What gives you the right to kill all those people?” Tears started flowing down her cheeks “What right do you have–”

“I think that is enough.” Ivis calmly but resolutely cut her off.

“You’re a monster!”

Ivis’ eyes narrowed.

With one swift movement Ivis reached out to the tall Turkish woman. But instead of grabbing her, she grabbed the smaller, equally fit, gentleman whose hand she was still holding, pulling the two apart.

“No!” the woman in green lunged forward trying to grab the man’s arm.

“Is this your boyfriend?” With a cold expression, the giant American dangled the tiny man over the woman’s head—just out of her reach. “Husband?”

“No, please! Don’t hurt him!”

The man started screaming as well, “No, no, no! We’re sorry! She didn’t mean it! Please!” But Ivis paid him no attention—she was focused entirely on the loudmouthed woman in front of her.

“You know … monsters eat people. Do I look like a monster?” Ivis lifted the tiny man higher to her face.

“No, no, you’re no monster! I am sorry!” The Turkish woman fell to her knees, sobbing. “Please!”

“Kiss it!” The giant woman held her left hand down towards the small woman’s weeping face.

“Wha—?” She looks up.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” Ivis squeezed her fingers lightly, causing visible pain in the small figure she was holding.

Wasting no more seconds the Turkish woman frantically grabs the large digits dangling in front of her. Repeatedly kissing them all over the warm, soft skin.

Ivis glared at the woman intensely for several seconds. “That’s what I thought.” Shoving the small lady away with her huge fingers, she lowered the man away from her face.

The lady in the green dress fell back to her knees, “Oh God, thank you! Thank you!”

“Still,” with her free hand she grabbed the lower body of the little man she was holding, “I can’t allow you to talk to me like that!” With that, she pulled—ripping the screaming man apart in her hands.

He wailed in agony, his bloody entrails splashing down into the crowd below. The people below started screaming as they were showered in hot steaming gore from above. The eyes of the woman in the green dress widened, her dark eyes bulging in disbelief and shock.

Ivis dropped the pieces of the body in front of her, “There’s your lesson.”

“Noooo!” Grasping at the remains of her husband in front of her, she began wailing uncontrollably, collapsing on top of the mangled corpse. The crowd around her retreated as far as the two mountainous bodies around them allowed.

Ivis was unfazed. “Now, I am sorry, young lady, but me and my daughter are trying to enjoy a fine dining experience here,” she gestured towards Vera, “If you can not keep your voice down, we will have to remove you from the establishment.” 

No response, just weeping.

Ivis was looking at the crowd below her with an expression that said you heard me, I warned her! An expression Vera was all too familiar with.

The wailing continued.

Ivis reached out with her hand towards the lady in green. The crowd, again, pulled back as far as possible in anxious anticipation. Some were turning away, or covering their eyes. But the anticipated violence didn’t manifest.

The giantess simply grabbed the woman’s leg and gently pulled her up. Clawing and grabbing she tried to keep hold on the mutilated corpse in front of her—blood soaked arms wildly flailing. Without a word, Ivis swung her arm around and gingerly placed the woman on the verge of fainting into the alley behind the conservatory.

“Someone wipe that up!” She nodded towards the gory mess on the floor.

People immediately started scurrying around.

“That was dark, Mom.” Vera was taken aback. She liked being mischievous, but that was cruel, even for her taste. Does mom have a sadistic side, she wondered?

“Sometimes you have to put them in their place, honey.” Ivis said matter of factly. “Especially if they don’t respect you!” She looked down at the crowd in front of her. “Does anyone else have something to say?”

Silence.

“Right.” Ivis picked up the unconscious woman and unceremoniously dropped her outside into the parking lot.

The doors swung open and the waiters returned with several cartloads of food and alcohol. “Let’s eat!” Ivis exclaimed, a smile returning to her face.

———

Georg was sweating. He was standing on this giant girl’s hand, trying his best not to fall off. With his left hand he held onto the huge golden ring wrapping around the giant’s middle finger, with his right hand he picked up food from the very palm he was standing on. Grabbing a plate with roasted duck, he took a few seconds taking in the smell of the dish. Then, not trying to think too much about it, he threw the plate into the gaping maw of the teenage giant next to him.

Looking to his right, a young woman was trying to do the same. Her face covered in tears, she was quietly sobbing through the whole ordeal. She fell to her knees. The third time she had tripped over her long evening dress, Georg thought. On her knees she picked up a plate with salad and tried to throw, but missed. Georg’s eyes darted over to the giant face to his left.

“Hey! Watch it!” Vera looked down onto her top. With her left hand she wiped off the salad bits covering her left breast. “How would you like it, if I messed up your stuff?” She squinted at the tiny woman in her hand.

Across her, Ivis was trying to enjoy the wine.

Three people were gathered around the huge wooden wine barrel she held in her hand, trying to figure out how to open it properly.

“Oh come on, people! How hard can this be?” Ivis asked, slightly annoyed.

“We’re trying, Madam!” The people became anxious. One of them tried kicking the barrel, with little success.

“I’ll give you 30 more seconds, or I’ll do it myself!” Ivis sighed. “How are you enjoying your dinner, sweety?” She looked over to Vera.

“It’s nice! But one of my Austrians is not pulling her weight,” Vera gave the sobbing girl the side eye, “maybe she rather wants to be part of my foot team?” She looked down to her feet, where four people were doing their best to massage the pair of giant feet in front of them. Vera wriggled her toes. “They, however, are doing a fine job!” The giant teenager beamed.

The girl in the long dress doubled her efforts, feeding the giantess.

Ivis focused back onto the people in her hand. “How are we doing?”

“Sorry, we didn’t manage to… if we only had…” one of the tinies started rambling.

Ivis just rolled her eyes, “You really are useless!” With a quick motion, she closed her fist. Moving her hand above her open mouth, she crushed both the barrel as well as the men in her enormous fist. “Mmm, Cuvée!” She smiled with her mouth full of red liquid, before audibly swallowing.

Vera laughed, grabbing her own barrel with her free hand and crushing it over her open mouth.

Georg looked in awe as the giantess effortlessly crushed the huge wooden barrel high above their heads, its liquid pouring out like a waterfall into her open mouth. He looked over to his right where the sobbing girl was standing in a mist of wine, mesmerized by the spectacle above her. Finally snapping out of it, she turned around to continue with her work when her ballroom shoes slipped on the moist skin she was standing on. Shrieking, she tried to catch herself by sidestepping, but instead she stepped right onto her own dress. With an audible thud the woman hit the slippery palm. Georg yelled, dropping the plate he was holding. But before he could help her, the hand they were standing on started tilting.

“Woops, is someone a little drunk?” Vera laughed as she noticed the tiny woman in her hand falling over. She started raising and tilting her hand, causing the girl to slip over the edge of the palm. Dangling from the giant hand, the little woman screamed from the top of her lungs. The other guy in her hand was clinging to the ring on her middle finger, trying to avoid falling off as best he could.

Amused, Vera slowly lowered the hanging woman towards her open mouth. While the people watching the scene knew what was coming next, the sobbing girl was so busy trying to get back onto the hand that she didn’t even notice where she was heading, right until her flailing feet brushed the giant’s teeth. Glancing down her panic level spiked. “Oh Gott! Nein, bitte nicht!” she started screaming, her voice almost giving out. Lower and lower she went, when the enormous tongue extended upwards. She was halfway inside the teenager’s mouth when the giant’s tongue started dragging her off the edge and back into the mouth.

“Nein, Hilfe!” she screamed, losing her grip on the giant hand before her. To avoid falling, she grabbed onto the tongue, clasping it as if it was a big fleshy tree she was climbing. Her panicked cries were drowned out by the giantess’ laughter.

Vera giggled when she felt the tiny woman in her mouth. She started curling back the tongue together with its little passenger, grinning in anticipation.

Georg was still hanging off the giant ring—he couldn’t tear away his gaze from the grotesque scene before him. The sobbing girl had started screaming her head off as she was slowly dragged into the giant maw, her panicking eyes darting around in search for rescue. Then, as her head moved past the giant’s teeth, she suddenly fell silent. She looked up and stared Georg directly into his eyes—her own eyes wide in disbelief and shock. The huge lips closed, sealing the girl's fate. 

Vera, humming joyfully, rolled her little morsel around in her mouth, coating her in saliva. Then, without fanfare, she just swallowed the tiny woman whole. Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of a living human being sliding down her throat into her stomach. 

The giant teenager smacked her lips, “Ah, I could go for seconds!” She had a huge smile on her face.

———

Ivis was looking at her watch, “Alright we have to go, honey, or we’ll be late to the opera!” She put down the tiny waiter she had cleaning her teeth, who immediately retreated into the corner farthest away from the two giant women.

Brushing off debris and food bits from her chest, Ivis then rose, extending a hand to help her daughter get up. Vera grabbed her mother’s hand but forgot about her tiny passenger hanging onto her ring. He was smushed into paste in between the two giant’s hands.

“Oops, sorry!” Vera exclaimed. Her mother, wiping off the bloody remains on the remaining plants in the conservatory, shook her head.

“Don’t worry sweety!”

They both stepped back into the park outside. Turning around, Ivis addressed the remaining survivors who gathered in the middle of the ruined structure.

“Thank you, we had a wonderful evening! The ‘specialties’ were delicious, my compliments to the chef!” She looked at the two waiters directly. “Service was a little slow, but that is ok—considering how full the restaurant was.” She glanced over to her daughter, wiping off debris and gore from her large butt. “So again, thank you for the lovely dinner!”

Turning around, she noticed the demolished glass cupola she and Vera had ripped off the building at her feet. “Oh, I believe this is yours?” Ivis bent down, picking up the large metal and glass structure. “There you go!” She dropped the whole thing back into the ruined conservatory. 

Vera chuckled. The two giantesses turned around and headed out.

Only a couple of minutes later the couple arrived at the famous Viennese Opera House. 

“Well, it’s no Met…” Vera shrugged. Ivis looked around, trying to find someone tiny to talk to. 

Across the street a large steel construction had been assembled, serving as makeshift seats for the tourist couple. Opposite to it, on the roof of the opera house, a large screen was facing the steel rafters—all in all, it resembled a hastily arranged open air opera. 

Vera flicks away a small construction worker trying to climb down the steel structure, the tiny body exploding into a bloody mist from the impact of the giant finger. 

“Hold on, there are three seats.” Vera turned to her mother. 

“Yes, that would be mine!” A bellowing voice with a thick accent appeared behind them. The giant woman—South American, must be Brazilian—strode towards the American couple. Vera’s mouth dropped open. The woman was stunning in every way. Only a little bit shorter than Vera and Ivis, she made up for it with her shapely body. Muscular or athletic would have been an understatement when describing the towering woman. The elegant emerald green evening dress barely covered her large but firm breasts, and had also trouble containing the Brazilian’s shapely behind. Vera watched in awe as her massive biceps bulged and her giant thigh muscles tensed as she walked towards them. Her foot came down, flattening a horse drawn carriage—one horse freeing itself in panic, escaping the carnage while the other horse was halfway smushed into the ground, together with the carriage’s passengers. The well tanned giantess didn’t notice any of this as she stretched out her arm to greet Ivis and Vera. 

“Hi, I am Fernanda Costa da Silva! You must be the Americans I’ve read about in the news on my way in—nice to meet some friendly faces around here.” She spoke so quickly that it masked some of her adorable mispronunciations, while she effortlessly blended away any remaining imperfections with her thick Brazilian accent. 

“Indeed, very nice to meet you!” Ivis shook her hand. “My name is Ivis Miric, and this is my daughter Vera.” She gesticulated towards Vera. 

“Nice to meet you!” Vera finally managed to tear her gaze away from Fernanda's figure and met her eyes. 

After exchanging pleasantries, the three giantesses made themselves comfortable, their massive forms dwarfing the steel structure before them. Vera's eyes kept darting back to Fernanda, mesmerized by the Brazilian's statuesque beauty. As they settled in, the ground trembled beneath their feet, tiny cracks spider-webbing across the pavement. 

Fernanda stretched languidly, her muscular arms reaching skyward. "Ah, it's been so long since I've been to the opera," she purred, her accent thick and rich like honey. "I hope they put on a good show for us." 

A tiny figure, no taller than Ivis's pinky finger, appeared on the roof of the opera house. He was dressed in an immaculate tuxedo, a comically small megaphone in his hand. With a voice that barely carried over the ambient noise of the city, he addressed the giants. 

The tiny man's voice quavered as he spoke, barely audible to the giantesses. "Ladies, we are honored by your presence this evening. To enhance your experience, we've arranged a special treat." 

As he spoke, a convoy of miniature tanker trucks rumbled into view, each no larger than a toy to the towering women. The trucks lined up neatly along the street, their polished chrome glinting in the evening light. 

"We've procured the finest wines from across Austria," the tiny man continued, his voice straining. "Each tanker contains a different vintage, carefully selected to complement tonight's performance." 

Vera, however, was barely listening. Her eyes kept drifting back to Fernanda, tracing the curves of her muscular form. She watched, transfixed, as a bead of sweat trickled down the Brazilian's neck, disappearing into the valley between the giants soft fleshy breasts. 

Fernanda noticed Vera's gaze and gave her a sly wink. "First time?” 

“Huh?” Vera was caught off guard. 

“At the opera. Your first play?” The Brazilian woman smiled. 

Before Vera could respond, Ivis reached down and plucked up one of the wine tankers. She examined it closely, her massive eye peering at the tiny vehicle.  

"How thoughtful," Ivis mused. Using her long slender fingers, she tore open the tanker and raised it towards the other girls to toast.  

Fernanda laughed, a booming sound that shook the opera house. "Allow me," she said, reaching for another tanker. 

Vera, still flustered from Fernanda's wink, reached for her own tanker truck. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she fumbled with the tiny vehicle, her usually deft fingers clumsy in her embarrassment. As she lifted the truck, she noticed movement in the cabin - the driver was still inside. With deliberate care, she pinched the cab between her thumb and forefinger, slowly crushing it. The metal groaned and buckled, trapping the helpless driver inside. She could hear his muffled screams, no louder than the buzz of a mosquito. 

"Oops," Vera giggled, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Looks like I caught a little snack with my drink." 

“Pairs well with red wine” Fernanda laughed out loud, the others joining in. 

As the laughter subsided, the tiny man on the opera house roof cleared his throat nervously. "Ladies and... er, ladies, our performance of 'Der kleine König' will now begin." 

The massive screen flickered to life, displaying a view of the opera house's interior stage. The giantesses settled in, their colossal forms causing the steel structure to groan ominously. Vera, still flustered from her interactions with Fernanda, tried to focus on the performance. 

The orchestra struck up the overture, the music swelling to fill the night air. Despite the absurdity of their situation, the sound quality was impressive, custom-designed speakers projecting the music clearly to the towering audience. 

The first act unfolded and the three giants grew unusually quiet. 

——— 

As the opera progressed, the giantesses continued to indulge in the tankers of wine. The rich, heady aromas of Grüner Veltliner and Blaufränkisch filled the air as they sipped from the crushed metal containers. With each passing scene, their laughter grew louder, their movements more exaggerated. 

As the second act dragged on, Fernanda began to fidget restlessly, her massive form causing the steel structure to creak and groan. She leaned over to Vera, her breath hot against the American's ear. 

"How long will this go on?" Fernanda asked Vera, snarky. Her thick accent seemed even more pronounced now, slurred slightly from the copious amounts of wine they'd consumed. 

Vera, however, was transfixed. Her eyes, slightly glazed from the alcohol, were locked on the massive screen. She watched, enraptured, as the tiny figures danced and sang across the stage. In her inebriated state, their movements seemed almost hypnotic. 

"I don't mind," Vera murmured, a smile playing across her lips. "I think the actors are cute." 

“They are cute aren’t they?” Fernanda gushed. “I’d love to just pick those cuties up and…” she clenched her fists “…smush their little bodies!” She giggled like a schoolgirl, leaning over to Vera, her firm breasts squishing against the teenager’s shoulder. 

“You wouldn’t!” Vera snickered, looking over to her mother, who seemed as bored as they were and was currently occupied with her phone. “Besides, they’re deep inside the building, how are you going to reach them?” 

“What about these?” Fernanda flexed her thick biceps like posing for a bodybuilder show. The bulging muscles moved up and down the Latina’s big arm as she flexed and relaxed repeatedly. Vera couldn't help but imagine all the objects and beings that the giant woman could easily crush with her powerful muscles.  

“No wait!” the Brazilian stretched her long shapely leg into the air like a dancer.  

Vera put her hand on her mouth. “No, you wouldn’t” blurted out like an excited school girl. 

“What are you two up to?” Ivis looks up from her phone, her eyes moving up and down the muscular leg pointing towards the sky. 

“This play is boring, honey…” 

“Opera.” Ivis interjects. 

Vera straightens up. “Fernanda thinks she can grab the cute singer from the stage, using only her feet!” Vera beamed. 

Ivis moved back, a look of surprise on her face. But then, a smile slowly spread across her features. "I doubt you can," she said, grinning at the Brazilian. 

"Oh, you doubt me?" Fernanda planted her foot firmly on the ground. 

Ivis chuckled, "Yes, I do," goading her further. 

“Well, you shouldn’t, ‘mor!” Fernanda bends down to untie her laced emerald green high heels. “Mama needs a man tonight, and she’s going to get herself one, ladies!” 

With a victorious grin, she raises her shoe in the air and then slams it down on the ground. She takes aim at one of the ushers below her and expertly pins him down with her heel. His futile attempts to dodge only result in his lower body being crushed against the hard asphalt. She twists her heel back and forth, relishing in the sensation of putting out a cigarette butt. Once satisfied, she moves on to do the same with her other shoe. 

Vera, in the meantime, moved out of her steel seating, crouching down next to the opera house. The building, in itself very impressive, looked like a fancy doll house next to the giant teenager. The front of the opera was lined with elegant arcades and topped with a balcony, leading up to the grand main entrance inside a large vestibule. And beyond that, lay the expansive and breathtaking lobby, adorned with bright marble and opulent gold accents on its sweeping staircases. 

“Alright!” Fernanda lowers herself onto the road, which has been thoughtfully covered with red carpets. She lined up her left foot with the large arcades of the opera. Surprisingly gentle, the Brazilian pushes her foot inside the building. Her long muscular foot soon met the entrance wall. She moved her toes along the cold stone of the sandy stone walls, gliding along until she found the rather small door way. Several ushers quickly moved out of the way and fled. Vera snatched up one tiny Austrian when he emerged from under Fernanda’s foot. With a swift movement, he was deposited in the giantess maw and swallowed. Turning her foot, Fernanda stretched her toes to shove open the wooden doors. Then she pushed. 

——— 

With a pounding heart, the opera host hurried down the lavish lobby stairs towards the grand entrance. The noise outside grew louder and more chaotic, causing his anxiety to spike. He quickened his pace, muttering words of encouragement to himself in a low voice. As he reached the green carpeted floor, he could see vague shapes through the fractal windows of the door. A loud shriek pierced through the air, causing him to stop in his tracks. Summoning all his courage, he approached the door and reached for the handle. With a gentle creak, the wooden door swung open on its own accord, revealing a pair of gigantic toes pushing against it from the other side. "Was in…?" The man jumped back in surprise as the toes slowly retreated, unable to fit through the small doorway. Steeling himself, the host pulled open the door, ready to give these unruly American tourists a piece of his mind. But before he could say a word, everything exploded into chaos. 

——— 

Fernanda pushed both feet into the building simultaneously. There was some initial resistance from the thick outer walls, but with a little kick, the whole front exploded inwards. Even her soft soles weren’t sensitive enough to feel the tiny bodies occupying the foyer exploding into bloody mist from the force. 

Vera watched in awe as Fernanda's powerful legs flexed, her toned calves rippling with effort. The front of the opera house crumbled like a sand castle, showering debris and tiny figures onto the street below.  

"Impressive," Ivis remarked, raising an eyebrow.  

Fernanda grinned, wiggling her toes amidst the rubble. "Now, let's see about catching that cute little singer." 

The Brazilian giantess extended her leg further into the building. Her foot probed deeper, crushing through ornate halls and lavish rooms. Tiny screams echoed from within as panicked opera-goers fled the approaching appendage. The stage was just ahead, beyond a few more walls. Fernanda could hear the muffled sounds screams, terror and pain. 

"Almost there!" she called out excitedly to Vera and Ivis. 

With a final push, her feet burst through into the auditorium. Patrons jumped from their seats and turned around, but weren’t prepared of what they saw. 

Giant shapely toes dug through the rows and rows of red theater chairs like a bulldozer—equally pushing people and material to the sides and burying them underneath as the rest of her foot steamrolled over the heap of flailing limbs and bodies screaming in terror. Several people were caught between her toes and violently ripped away from their loved ones who were flattened into puree below. A woman in a beige dress tried to hold onto the large toes around her, but her dress was caught underneath and she was pulled under the ball of the moving foot, meeting a similarly gross fate as dozens of people around her. A short but bulky man also tried his best to cling to life, but was caught between Fernanda’s wiggling toes and was unceremoniously ground apart, before the toes squished his remains into paste. Her toes spread wide, catching more and more people in between them before flexing, grinding several people into pieces. Her large toe rose before coming down onto a man in a black smoking. Stumbling backwards he was not immediately crushed by the big boulder of flesh on top of him, until the toe started flexing. Like a large trash compactor, the giant digits contracted pulling with them furniture and people alike, pressing them together in an ever shrinking prison of flesh. Tuxedo man was shoved together with two other patrons, trying their best to claw their way out. Their efforts were in vain of course and one by one their bodies burst into a gooey mess. 

For Fernanda the feeling was exhilarating—like wiggling her toes on a thick fluffy carpet, she could feel the tiny limbs and bodies tumble around between her slender digits. Squeezing occasionally she felt a satisfying bursting feeling, as if squashing grapes. Gripping her toes and digging them into the floor she felt chairs breaking and wood splintering and more and more bodies bursting. More grapes, she giggled 

The upper floor was not spared from the carnage. Fernanda's massive foot crashed through the balcony levels, sending chunks of ornate plasterwork and screaming patrons raining down. Her toes wiggled in the air, catching the odd opera-goer and crushing them between digits as large as a car. Blood and viscera dripped from between her toes, splattering the seats below. 

The three gigantic women were giddily observing the carnage through the cameras that were used to stream the opera onto their large outdoor screen. 

"I think I can reach the stage now!" Fernanda called out excitedly. She flexed her foot, her muscular calf bulging as she extended her toes towards the ornate proscenium arch.  

On stage, the singers had frozen in terror, their voices dying in their throats as the titanic foot approached. The soprano let out a piercing shriek as Fernanda's big toe brushed against her, pushing her into the orchestra pit. 

“Look! You’re almost at the stage!” Vera points to the screen, showing the lead singer struggling to get out of his flying harness while being suspended several meters off the ground. “Snatch him!” the young giantess laughed. 

Fernanda’s grin widened, “Oh, just you wait, honey!” Scooting forward a few meters and stretching her leg further. At this point most of the Brazilian’s leg had disappeared into the building, her massive muscular thighs filling out all of the opera’s entrance hall and atrium – golden chandeliers ripped from the stuccoed ceilings and marble statues ground to dust alongside with several patrons, smashed into unrecognizable blobs of gore. Lifting her leg a little, she used all her concentration while watching the video stream to guide her foot towards the frantic opera singer. Biting her lower lip she stretched her toes towards the tiny performer, who at this point was screaming uncontrollably, trying to fend off the giant foot coming towards him. Now swinging wildly around he still couldn’t escape, as if trapped in a spider’s web. Fernanda grabbed him between her second and third toe, ripping him from the ceiling, harness and all. His screams turned into a shrill shriek before being replaced by gurgling noises as his body was simultaneously crushed by the giant toes and ripped apart from the harness. Vera and Ivis burst into laughter, the younger giantess clapping joyfully. Fernanda was also laughing uncontrollably, turning around onto her stomach. 

“I don’t think they are that impressed though” Ivis gestured towards the side entrances where panicking crowds were making their way outside. 

“Que? Can’t have that” Fernanda laughs as she spots the dispersing crowds. Pushing herself up with her muscular arms, she pulls her feet out of the ruined opera house, tearing away a large portion of the former entrance. 

In the meantime Vera was tending to the fleeing Austrians. Her large fist came smashing down right outside the exit, liquifying three people instantly. Reaching inside the blood splattered doorway Vera grabs a person. Lifting the fat little woman to her face, the young giantess seemed unimpressed and quickly grinded the shrieking person into paste between her thumb and finger. 

On the other side of the building, Ivis was calmly waiting, wine tank in hand, casually crushing little people under her elegant high heels as they appeared from the side exits. A small sip from the tank, a small tap with her foot, two more people explode into gore and blood. Ivis couldn’t hide a little smile. 

“You need help?” Ivis looks up to Fernanda who was busy dusting herself off debris and blood. Her long green dress had ripped on the left side, revealing her muscular upper thigh up to her hips. 

“No, I’m fine, querida!” Strolling over to Ivis, she took the wine tank from her hand and took a sip before stepping on two more people with her blood soaked foot. 

“Hey, this one looks quite handsome!” Vera lifted a person in the air, a young man. 

“Ai, not as handsome as that second singer… that bad guy from the story, what was his name?” The giant Brazilian waved her wine hand around in a vaguely circular motion. Dark drops splashing to the ground, mixing with the gore in the streets. 

Ivis laughed, “the antagonist? Gustave? I wouldn’t mind him dueling for my hand, that’s true.” She bent down to also grab a handful of escaping tinies. 

“Sim! Gustave!” Fernanda chuckled, “forget dueling, he can molhar meu biscoito, if you know what I mean!” Her grin stretched from ear to ear, fists clenched tightly at the mere thought. 

“I think I get the idea!” Ivis giggled, “Well, I have this guy here, not too bad looking either.” She raises with tiny person in hand. 

“Eh, not as good as Vera’s” 

“Aww, did you hear? You didn’t make the cut.” The American giantess lifted the screaming man to her lips, dropped him into her mouth and nonchalantly swallowed. 

Vera, in the meantime, had collected another good-looking guy in her hand. “How about this one? Good enough for your biscuit?” 

“Ai, no, I don’t like his hair—too long.” 

The teenager nodded, “well, pity.” She threw the tiny man over her shoulder into the night. 

“Foda, this won't do! Where is this Gustave guy?” She threw her arms into the air, dramatically, before stepping into the ruined entrance of the opera. Handing the wine to Vera, the Brazilian bent down and grabbed the building's copper roof with both hands.  

Her bulging muscles flexed under her skin as she effortlessly used her immense strength to rip the thick stone roof off its supports. The sound of the heavy debris crashing to the ground echoed through the grand hall of the opera as she stepped through the opening she had created. 

Her feet dig deep into the blood-soaked ground, crushing any remaining survivors under her weight. Looking down she mercilessly stomped out any signs of life, while looking around for her Gustave. 

Fernanda's eyes swept across the cavernous interior of the opera house, her gaze piercing through the shadows and debris. As she scanned the ornate balconies and gilded boxes, a flicker of movement caught her attention. A wicked grin spread across her face as she realized the loges were teeming with tiny figures, huddled together in fear. 

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice reverberating through the ruined theater. "What do we have here?" 

She leaned in closer, her massive face filling the entire proscenium arch. Her hot breath washed over the loges, causing the velvet curtains to flutter and the crystal chandeliers to tinkle ominously. The people inside pressed themselves against the walls, their terrified whimpers barely audible even to Fernanda's giant ears. 

In one of the lower boxes, a group of well-dressed patrons huddled together, their faces pale with fear. Among them, a tall, dark-haired man in an impeccably tailored tuxedo caught Fernanda's eye. His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes marked him as the spitting image of Gustave, the antagonist from the opera. 

"There you are, meu amor," Fernanda cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She reached out with one massive hand, her fingers poised to pluck the man from his hiding place. 

Suddenly, a wine bottle sailed through the air, striking Fernanda's cheek with a dull thud. The Brazilian giantess recoiled in surprise, more shocked than hurt. Her eyes widened as she realized the tiny people in the loges were indeed fighting back. 

A barrage of objects flew from the loges - wine bottles, opera glasses, even a small bust of Mozart. Fernanda's eyes narrowed, her initial surprise turning to amusement. 

"Oh, you want to play, do you?" she growled, her accent thickening with excitement. 

Then she lunged forward, her massive hand sweeping through the air. Her fingers crashed through the delicate architecture of the boxes, sending splinters of wood and plaster raining down. Screams filled the air as tiny bodies were caught in her grasp, their fragile forms crushed between her fingers. Fernanda savored each tiny person that burst in between her digits, their warmth and softness a welcome sensation against her skin.  

The massacre went on for what felt like an eternity, but eventually the barrage of objects dwindled and eventually stopped altogether. Dozens of theater boxes had been ripped apart. In place of one box, there was now a gaping hole where Fernanda's fist had burst through. The gore and carnage scattered around it showed the fate of the former occupants. Torn apart remains littered the balconies. An eerie silence befell the place, punctuated only by faint wailing and weak whimpering of the injured. 

"Right, that's quite enough!" she declared with a mischievous glint in her eye. With a satisfied sigh, she returned her attention to Gustave in the unharmed VIP box. 

But as she pulled back her hand, she realized the dark-haired man had slipped away. Fernanda's eyes darted around the theater, searching for her prey. 

She noticed movement to her right and saw a small figure darting across the ruined stage towards the backstage area. "Ugh, don't worry, I won't harm you!" Fernanda lunged forward, slamming her fist down in an attempt to block Gustave's path, splattering two actors and parts of the castle set. But Gustave dodged her fist and continued. “Porra!” The kneeling giantess turned around, her whole body now in motion. On all fours she pursued Gustave across the stage, her body moving like a steam train, with unstoppable force. 

Gustave's voice bellowed, "Jetzt!" The sound of machinery echoed through the air. Fernanda halted, her heart racing as a siren began wailing in the distance. Suddenly, the opera’s iron curtain descended, forcefully knocking her to the ground from behind. "Merde!" she exclaimed, more startled than injured, as she was pinned to the wooden floors. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” the raging giantess yelled. 

“What?” The actor stopped in his tracks, turning around towards the trapped giantess. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Stopping you from murdering me! What do you think?” 

“Aww come on! I would never hurt you, querido!” Fernanda seemed taken aback by the tiny’s accusation. She wiggled her broad shoulders in a weak attempt to free her arms. 

Gustave gestured behind her and shouted, "You murdered at least a thousand people out there!" Fernanda looked genuinely surprised about his little outburst. 

“Ah, don’t worry about them! I was just having a little fun!” Her demeanor changed. She grew more annoyed. “Besides, you think this will stop me?” The giant woman nods toward the heavy steel wall pinning her to the floor. 

“Well, at least it delayed you long enough to let my friends escape!” Gustave’s voice changed to a triumphant tone.  

His smile was abruptly interrupted by a loud crash, as a large, well-manicured hand descended from above and plucked the tiny actor off the ground. The tiny Austrian yelled out in surprise. 

Using all her strength, Fernanda pushed herself off the ground and lifted the heavy iron curtain that had fallen on top of her. She ended up halfway ripping it out of its tracks in the process. Standing up, she brushed off any dust or debris from her torn dress. 

“Those friends?” Ivis lifted the tiny Gustave towards her daughter, sitting next to the ruined opera, several well dressed people in her hand. Vera held up the fist containing the screaming people. 

Gustave started thrashing, “Let them go! I will do anything…” But before he could finish the sentence the group was forcefully stuffed into the giant girl’s maw. After theatrically moving her victims around in her mouth, tasting them, Vera started chewing. 

Gustave watched in horror as Vera's jaw worked, her teeth grinding his friends into a pulp. The sickening sounds of bones crunching and flesh tearing filled the air. A thin trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth, running down her chin. Vera's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she savored the taste of terror and despair. 

"No... please..." Gustave whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.  

Vera swallowed with an exaggerated gulp, licking her lips. "Mmm, delicious," she purred. “I’m sorry, what where you saying?” 

Gustave had broken down completely. His body shook with uncontrollable sobs, his composure completely shattered. Tears streamed down the actor’s face, mingling with the sweat and grime that caked his once-immaculate features. His elegant costume was torn and stained, a far cry from the dashing figure he had cut on stage mere minutes ago. 

"Please..." he choked out between gasping breaths, "I'll do anything... just let me live..." 

Fernanda's expression soured as she watched the pathetic display. The fierce, commanding presence from during the play that had first attracted her was gone, replaced by a sniveling wreck of a man. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. 

"Ugh, this is so not sexy," she muttered, her thick accent dripping with disappointment. "Where's that fire, that passion I saw before? This blubbering mess is such a turn off.” 

“In my experience, most Austrians are little crybabies.” Ivis shrugged. 

“Ai, I know! But he was so sexy before! I just wanted to smother him with my love…” she squeezed her soft full breasts together “…and these!” She laughed. 

Ivis chuckled. “You want me to take care of him?” 

“No, no. Just leave him somewhere, I don’t even care.” She bend down, picked up another wine tanker and and took a large sip. “I need someone strong and dominating…”  

She took a step towards Ivis, her eyes roaming appreciatively over the American giantess's form. 

"You know, querida," Fernanda purred, her accent thickening, "I've always admired a woman who knows how to take charge." 

She reached out, trailing a finger along Ivis's arm. 

"Oh?" Ivis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "And here I thought you were the one in control." 

Fernanda laughed, the sound rich and intoxicating. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Ivis' ear. "Maybe we could... take turns?" 

Vera politely cleared her throat. “Should I leave you two alone?” The young giantess asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 

Ivis chuckled, her eyes still locked with Fernanda's. The two women took a step back, regaining their composure. 

"I think we've overstayed our welcome here." Ivis noted, clearing her throat. She glanced around at the devastation surrounding them - the ruined opera house, the blood-stained streets, the tiny bodies scattered like broken dolls. "As lovely as this impromptu demolition has been, I think we should move on.” 

Fernanda's eyes lit up. "Ooh, I know just the place!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Have you ladies been to the Prater?" 

"The amusement park?" Vera perked up, her earlier discomfort forgotten. 

"Sim, exactly!" Fernanda nodded enthusiastically. "It's not far from here, and I hear they have the most delightful attractions." She turns around and points to some not so distance lights. “You can actually see it from here!” 

“Sound great! We should go!” Vera brushed off the dirt and dust from her body. “We could swing by that large cathedral…” She nodded her head towards the brightly lit cathedral down close by. 

“No, that thing is off limits for us.” Ivis walked over to her daughter and pulled some rubble from her hair. 

Fernanda finished adjusting her breasts in her dress. “Should we bring Gustave?” 

Ivis waved dismissively, “No, forget about him. I’ve tried taking them with me, but they break so easily or get lost. Vera had a full handbag full of those little fuckers and they must have escaped while we were eating dinner…” 

Vera shrugged. “I caught two of them escaping and ripped them apart, limb by limb, to teach them a lesson.” 

Fernanda grinned and grabbed the girl's face with both hands, planting a big kiss on her forehead. "Ai," she exclaimed, "I love your style, amor!" She had to stand on her toes to reach the American's forehead. Turning to Ivis she winked seductively. Ivis smiled at her. “Wait,” the Brazilian exclaimed, “Where is Gustave anyway?” 

“Oh,” Ivis nonchalantly shrugged, “I ate him while you weren’t looking.” 

Fernanda snorted with laughter. Vera joined in with giggles. 

“Alright, let’s head out.” Ivis chuckled as they moved on. “Don’t forget your heels!” 

Thabo strolled casually down the darkening Vienna street, his massive 19-meter frame casting long shadows in the evening sun. The large colorful t-shirt fluttered in the soft breeze. The duffle bag slung over his shoulder swung lazily with each step, its contents clanking softly. His girlfriend was already waiting at the apartment they had rented for their little trip, while he had to stay at the airport for the next plane to arrive with their equipment. He was only minutes away from the apartment when a shouting voice from behind startled him. 

“Excuse us, sir, we need to talk to you.” 

The South African man stopped in his tracks. Turning around he was surprised to see the two tiny figures addressing him. The Austrian police officers had stepped out of their cruiser. Both of them women, both of them blonde. One of them was skinny and small–just small enough to fit under his dark sneakers, Thabo thought to himself—the other one was somewhat larger, at least two heads taller than her colleague, but she still barely reached Thabo’s mid-shin. 

“You are a Tourist?” The larger one asked. 

“Yes, just arrived from the airport!” The dark-skinned giant smiled at the officers. 

“Is that right.” Her expression stern. “Do you have any ID on you, your visa, anything?” While the large officer continued her interrogation, the smaller woman seemed anxious. 

“Actually, officers, my friend, she has the documents. She’s already at the apartment.” Thabo, still friendly, responded truthfully. 

He stood tall, his dark skin glistening in the sunlight as he smiled at the two blonde Austrian police officers. The street was eerily quiet.

“You see, the reason we’ve stopped you…” the smaller officer suddenly interjected full of confidence, “we’ve had reports of a Tourist vandalizing several hot dog stands in the area.” 

Thabo’s shifted his stance. “And you thought this must be me?” His expression darkened. “This seems an awful lot like racial profiling?” 

“Now…” the tiny officer got interrupted by her colleague “Sir, the perpetrator has been reported as being…” she paused for a second, carefully choosing her words “African.” She looked visibly uncomfortable.  

“Oh, ok then!” Thabo feigned understanding. “Then it must be me! After all, I am the only African person in all of Vienna, I assume! Even though I just came from the airport and haven’t done anything wrong!” The giant’s friendly demeanor faded when another squad car stopped next to him. A squad of four more police officers piled out. Thabo’s eyes narrowed.  

“Is there a problem?” The squad leader took control of the situation. With a machine pistol strapped across his chest, equipped with a bullet proof vest and a helmet, he looked far more professional than the two beat cops that halted Thabo in the first place. Not like it’s going to help him any, Thabo thought to himself. 

“Not at all.” Thabo answered with a stern face. “I was just about to call my girlfriend to get the papers.” He reached towards his back pocket to get out his phone. 

“HOLD YOUR HANDS UP!” The leader’s order pierced the tense atmosphere. The police officers aimed their weapons at the giant man.  

Sighing, Thabo shook his head in disbelief, slowly raising his hands. 

“Keep them right there! We will have to take you down to the precinct for processing!” 

“I don’t think so.” Thabo calmly replied. 

“Are you resisting?” The squad leader readied his weapon. A shadow suddenly engulfed him. 

A giant foot descended with unimaginable speed onto the point man. The impact shook the street, cracking the sidewalk, forcing the other officers to the ground. The deafening sound of the impact echoed through the streets, sounding like a mix of thunder and an earthquake.

The leader was instantly liquified, showering the rest of the squad in blood and gore. The smaller policewoman screamed in terror, covered in her colleague’s viscera. The two police officers on the other side of the police van, knocked down by the tremor, scrambled onto their backs to look at their surprise attacker. But all they could see was a large female hand reaching down towards them. Before they could react, the massive hand engulfed them. Thabo watched with pride as his giant girlfriend lifted the two officers into the air, far above his head. 

Meanwhile the fourth officer clambered into the squad car to reach for the radio. Raising his foot, Thabo aimed squarely for the van. He slammed his foot down, smashing in the car roof and windshield.  

Above him, he could hear screams, punctuated by the sound of bones breaking, as his girlfriend’s giant fat hand slowly and deliciously crushed the two tiny men into bloody paste. The gory viscera blubbered from between her thick fingers as the screaming turned into gurgling noises and eventually ceased altogether. 

Noticing movement from the half-crushed officer in the car, Thabo resumed stomping, until the vehicle cabin was flat as a pancake. A stream of blood mixed with oil trickled from the wreckage.  

Satisfied, Thabo looked up to his girlfriend, as she discarded the torn-apart remains of the flattened officers. 

“What should we do with these two?” The gigantic woman pointed at the two blonde policewomen cowering behind their car.  

“Hmmm.” Thabo slowly walked towards the two women. 

“Stay away!” The larger blonde screamed, pulling out her handgun. 

“You can take her,” the giant points to the smaller officer, “I’ll take the bigger one.” 

The small woman looked up in panic. A woman forty times her size bent down over her. Breasts the size of a semi-truck swung perilously back and forth, coming ever closer. But her gaze was drawn towards the massive fat belly hanging down low, as the large dark hand descended towards her. 

The other police officer could only watch in horror as the enormous woman pinched her colleague’s head between two fingers. The giant lifted the tiny woman into the air, screaming and kicking. “Ugh, shut up!” The large woman yelled at her tiny captive. She pressed her fingers together, the shrill shrieks abruptly ended when her head exploded with a sickening crunch. 

Paralyzed by shock the remaining blonde officer barely reacted as a large hand grabbed her arm and with a quick flick broke her wrist. The gun dropped to the ground. 

“I have something special planned for you.” Thabo calmly announced as he sadistically stared into the women’s frozen eyes. He took her police cap and stuffed it into her gaping mouth before she could start screaming. Then, with a swift motion, he pushed her into his giant duffle bag before zipping it back up. With the bag slung over his shoulder, the two giants headed out, while their captive struggled and thrashed inside her shadowy confinement.

“Show me the apartment, mooi! Did you already grab something to eat?” The African man asked his larger partner.

“Yeah, I found a couple of hot dog stands to eat, I am good for an hour.” The larger giantess giggled as they both walked off. 

“So, that’s it? The famous ferris wheel?” The trio stood in front of the Viennese landmark, arms crossed, visibly unimpressed. At 65 meters it reached barely to the giant’s bellies.  

“Look! It’s already missing one cabin.” Vera bends down investigating closely. “Also, they’re all empty.” Her disappointment was palpable. 

“They must’ve evacuated it after that gondola had crashed.” Ivis shrugged. 

Fernanda stepped forward, gently pushing past Vera. “Well, then they won’t need it anymore I guess!” Her huge arms stretched wide; she grabbed both sides of the metal wheel structure; her emerald dress tightening around her powerful thighs. The metal screamed in protest as she began to pull. Her biceps bulged, the fabric of her ripped dress stretched over her muscles like a second skin before ripping even more. Standing at that wheel, she looked like a grotesque sailor at a steering wheel. The sight didn’t last long though. 

The crowds watched in horror as the Ferris wheel groaned, the bolts holding it in place slowly giving way. Her eyes gleaming with excitement, Fernanda tore the wheel from its foundation with a grunt of effort. The bolts snapped like twigs, sending sparks flying into the night sky. The Brazilian giantess lifted the wheel triumphantly over her head. 

“This is who you are fucking with!” Fernanda roared. Vera and Ivis giggled, the older giantess admiring the muscular physique of the Brazilian. 

Her legs flexed, muscles rippling as she found her balance. With a powerful swing, she flung the Ferris wheel through the air like a giant discus. The massive wheel spun through the night, before slamming into the side of the nearby train station. The impact was deafening, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal echoing through the park. Many of the cabins burst open on impact, some were flung off, crashing into surrounding buildings and the streets around the Prater Stern square. 

Fernanda straightened up, brushing off her hands. 

Ivis came up next to her, sensually stroking her large athletic arms. “Let’s get going, before they all run off.”  

Fernanda smiled. “That wouldn’t be any fun.” 

The Brazilian’s step into the park was the cue the crowds have needed to finally flee the area, and the result was pandemonium. Thousands of visitors stampeded through the narrow alleys between the park attractions, away from the three giants at the entrance. This included many of the ride operators, which in turn left countless people trapped in the park rides. 

The giant stiletto crashed down into the crowd. Half a dozen people were splattered into gory mush by Ivis’ foot. Another dozen was knocked over by the shock wave, just to be squished by the other two giantesses on their next step.  

Step after step, more and more people explode under the three women’s feet. The sound of their screams, the cracking of breaking bones and bodies and the pops of their exploding forms created a gruesome symphony of violence and death. 

Vera, at this point, had discarded her shoes and went bare foot. She loved the feeling of their tiny bodies exploding. It tingled a little and the squishy remains squeezing up between her toes just felt great. 

At ground level it was a massacre. One man could only watch as his wife and kids vanished under the teenager’s bare foot, a sickening crunch was the last thing he ever heard from them. Two women fell on top of each other when the Brazilian’s shoe sole came down on them, compacting their bodies into each other before liquifying them together with four other people into bloody red mush. Many people lost appendages. Ivis’ foot crushed the top half of a man trying to carry away his dachshund to safety, his legs sticking out from under her sole. A balloon salesman was caught in her next step, his lower body crushed. The balloons tied to his dying upper body gave the scene a surreal and grotesque look—at least for a few seconds, as Vera aimed her foot directly at the balloons. Their popping sounds drowned out the screams of the three boys her heel drove into the pavement, their bodies immediately tearing apart under her. 

Next in their path was a bachelorette party group. The eight women were making their traditional rounds, selling small bottles of liquor and raunchy sex toys to strangers to collect money for the wedding party all while getting shit faced on said liquor. Dancing around, giddy and drunk, they never realized what was coming for them. The first two women disappeared under Fernanda’s foot. The impact almost knocking down the rest of the group. Two arms sticking out from under the emerald high heel were the only parts left intact. The others were caught by surprise. “Maria? Anna?” The bride drunkenly staggered towards the pair of twitching arms. Behind her Ivis’ heel came down, the stiletto driving through another party member. The woman’s face contorted in a gurgeling scream as the stiletto heel sunk through her belly. The remaining women around her screamed as their friend was dragged along, her body stretched and distorted around the heel when it again lifted for Ivis’ next step. The surviving party members looked up at the giantesses in horror. They were frozen, unable to move, unable to process what had just happened to their friend. Vera’s foot was the last to come crashing down onto them. Three of the women ended up below her soft sole, while the bride-to-be was caught in her toes. Her body folded in impossible ways as the giant stepped down. She was pulverized into a bloody paste, the body indistinguishable from the rest of the gore that painted the ground. The last survivor was still holding onto her basket of little trinkets and liquor, covered in blood and guts from her former friends, shocked and unable to move. As quick as it started it was over again. 

Ivis took a leisurely stride, not even looking at the panicking group of tiny people below her feet. A sound similar to a watermelon bursting open was the only sound heard as she crushed four more people. Their blood and guts spattering the bottom of her shoe. She felt the warm splatters on her legs. Finally looking down, she discovered the writhing woman impaled on her stiletto. “Ugh, I stepped into one.”  

Fernanda came up to her friend. “Let me help you. Lift your heel.” Ivis brought her heel up while steadying herself on Fernanda’s strong shoulder. Fernanda pinched the struggling woman between her fingers, pulling on her legs. She was ripped apart without much effort and discarded by the giant. “There, all gone.” She smiled at Ivis and Ivis smiled back. 

The trio finally reached the first attractions. “Bumper cars!” Vera shouted. 

Fernanda giggled. “Oh, I love those! We call them carrinhos bate-bate in Brazil!”

Ivis looked around. “I’ll find us some drinks in the meantime, I’ll be back in a second.” Ivis patted her daughter on the head, before heading off. 

Fernanda and Vera nodded and kneeled next to the bumper cars. The Brazilian pounded the ground with her fist. “No one leaves this thing, or I’ll crush every single one of you!” Her words showed effect, the people immediately returned to their cars. “And you!” She addressed the cowering ride operator, “Turn this thing back on, or I’ll rip you apart limb by limb!”  

Not a second later the lights and cheesy 80s music went back on.  

“Alright, the person who bumps more cars wins.” Vera declared. The two giants lied down onto their bellies, looking into the attraction’s metal structure. The rainbow-colored fairground lights illuminated the faces of the two giants. It read Great Autodrom in colorful bright lights, constantly blinking and shifting in hue. The twenty or so bumper cars were blinking in anticipation, their respective occupants anxiously staring at their two foreign overlords. An airhorn blasted several times in quick succession–You Spin Me Round by Dead or Alive started blaring over the speaker system. 

“Game’s on!” Fernanda shouted, her hand inside the structure plunged down onto one of the cars, her finger ramming it into the metallic surface, its two occupants instantly squishing. 

“Oh, you’re on!” Vera, caught off guard, quickly punched her finger down, barely missing another car. The game has become clear, and the tiny riders immediately started dodging and weaving for their lives. The finger came down again, smashing a red car and the driver into the floor. Again, crushing a yellow car.

⁓You spin me right ‘round, baby, right ‘round⁓

Fernanda also ramped up her cadence. Using two fingers she aimed at two cars that had just bumped into each other. Flattening both in a satisfying crunch, exploding the four riders into red mush. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Vera laughed “Only one finger!” She aimed her thumb and index finger at a speeding green car and flicked it towards Fernanda, both the car and the driver splattering against the Brazilian’s arm. 

Fernanda laughed, “Ok, ok!” She tried to flick back another car but missed.

Vera smushed two more cars, as well as a rider that jumped from his car to flee on foot. Sirens going off, more flashing lights. “You’re losing! I am already up to five points!”  

Fernanda missed another car. “Hold on, are we counting cars or people?” She asked while slowly smushing two young women who were trying to escape by running away, squashing them like toothpaste. 

“Cars! Those two don’t count!” Vera giggled.  

“Ah merda!” The Brazilian picked up two more tinies trying to escape on foot and forcefully shoved them back into an abandoned car. She then pressed her thumb down to grind them into the ground. The two Austrians, together with the car, vanished into the floor—flailing arms and spurting gore from under Fernanda’s thumb was all that remained of the two humans. “There! One point!” she yelled.

“I’ll allow it!” Vera laughed, as she used her index finger to grab the electrical pole at the back of one speeding car. She pulled the vehicle back towards her before nonchalantly pressing her finger down. Snuffing out one more life below her digit.

⁓You look like you’re lot’s of fun⁓

For the remaining survivor the terrain has become increasingly hard to navigate. The metal floor was bent and dented, littered with crushed remains of both cars and people. Cum on Feel the Noize by Quiet Riot was now playing along to the carnage at the Autodrom, the neon lights flashing and swerving around the devastated killing field rhythmically to the beats.  

A green car that has evaded Fernanda several times finally bumped into the wreckage of another victim, coming to a halt. The tiny woman jumped out of the vehicle, seconds before the Brazilian finger smashed down. 

“Please!” She screamed in tears, crawling towards the giantess on her knees. “Please, let me live! I– I have done nothing to you!” She coughed, utterly exhausted.  

Fernanda picked her up by her foot. “I know, I know, but I need the point. I am sure you’ll understand.” She moved the dangling woman over a new bumper car. 

The woman starts shrieking and kicking “What?” She screamed, “What point? What po–” Her yells were muffled when her body was forcefully pushed into the vehicle seats. Her screams intensified as Fernanda pushed down with more and more force, bending the tiny body over backwards. The sounds of agonizing shrieks, bones breaking and flesh tearing soon mixed with metallic groaning as the bumper car caved in and was pushed through the metal floor with a loud crash. “One point!” Fernanda triumphally yelled out, the strobe light flashing, the music blaring.

⁓Come on, feel the noise! Girls rock your boys⁓

The game raged on for several more minutes, a spectacle of chaos and destruction. One after another, cars were relentlessly crushed under by the two towering women, their laughter echoing through the air.

Despite the pulsating music and the lights still going, movement on the wrecked floor has almost entirely seized. The once vibrant scene was now a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, remnants of the vehicles and people alike were scattered like confetti across the arena.

⁓We’ll get wild, wild, wild⁓

Vera sat back up, “I think the game is over.”  

Fernanda followed suit, “I guess you’re right, querida.”  

Vera exhaled. “So? I got like thirteen of them.” She put her bloody finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. “How about you?” 

Fernanda leaned back, “Oh, I don’t know… like ten or so. But I guess that means you won, sweety!” Smiling, the Brazilian woman stood back up to her full height. She then helped the younger American to her feet. Ivis returned. 

“Here, I got you something.” Ivis handed Fernanda and Ivis several kegs of beer and large containers of wine. “We’re on vacation after all.” She smiled at Fernanda. “What were you two up to?” 

“We played a little game and Vera won.” Fernanda threw several kegs into her mouth and chewed. Ivis stepped closer to her. “She loves playing games, she got that from her mother.” Ivis giggled, touching Fernanda’s arm. 

Died in Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crews was now playing on the speakers.

Vera rolled her eyes. She knew that giggle very well, it was the first sign that her mum got tipsy.

⁓I just died in your arms tonight⁓

Vera turned around, “Hey, what’s that?” 

The trio walked over to the large tower. By now the crowds had mostly dissipated, so the walk over didn’t result in any more casualties. 

The brightly lit tower was slightly taller than Ivis. Near the top there were twelve long metal arms protruding from the center. From those arms tiny chairs with passengers were suspended by metal chains. The whole thing was spinning endlessly around–the operator must have fled and had left the riders to their fates.  

“That is one tall chairoplane.” Ivis was impressed. The screaming people just sailing by in front of her face. She moved her face closer to the people who continued their endless spinning, slowly opening her gigantic mouth. Sensually exhaling the cloud of boozy breath surrounded the riders, overpowering the scent of cotton candy and funnel cakes that lingered in the air.

Vera snickered. Fernanda laughed, “Can you catch them?”  

“You bet!” Ivis replied. Moving her head even closer, she focused on a particular couple. She wore a bright red dress. Perfect to aim for. Twisting her head slightly to the side she aligned her open mouth with the height of the passing seats. Waiting for the right moment, her head dashed forward, catching the screaming couple in her mouth. She jerked her head to the left, ripping the seat and passengers from its chains. Straightening up, she turned to her friends. Smiling she flashed her teeth; wedged between her incisors, the metal seat and the terrified Austrians, bruised and bloodied, but alive. 

“Congratulation!” Fernanda clapped enthusiastically, jumping up and down. The alcohol was also taking its toll on her. Vera clapped too. “Not bad!” 

Ivis grinned. Her teeth pushed together, cutting the screaming people apart. Closing her mouth, she started chewing.

“Me too!” Fernanda tried to catch another couplebut missed. Several other seats with screaming occupants smacked into her face. Laughing, Ivis’ hand guided Fernandas face up and away from the turning chairoplane.

She gently pulls the handsome Brazilian's face towards her. Their gaze met. Fernanda closed her eyes as Ivis pulled her face closer, feeling a spark of electricity as their lips meet in an intimate kiss. The warmth of his embrace envelops her, sending her senses into overdrive. The chairoplane passengers behind them continued to spin endlessly, trapped. In front of them, Vera watched awkwardly as her mother and Fernanda started caressing each other’s vast bodies. The teenager took a step back, exclaiming "Ugh, I can't deal with this. I’ll leave you to it, you weirdos."

Vera turned away from her mother and Fernanda's passionate embrace, rolling her eyes. She wandered further into the amusement park, sipping from one of the massive kegs of beer.

As Vera's footsteps faded into the distance, Ivis and Fernanda became lost in their passionate embrace. Their massive bodies pressed together, hands roaming over curves and muscles. Ivis ran her fingers through Fernanda's dark hair, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. The Brazilian giantess moaned softly, her hands sliding down to grip Ivis' wide hips.

The chairoplane continued its endless rotation beside them, the screams of its trapped passengers fading into white noise. Ivis broke the kiss, trailing her lips along Fernanda's jaw and down her neck. She nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would take days to fade. Fernanda tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to Ivis' hungry mouth.

"You're so beautiful," Ivis murmured against Fernanda's skin.

Fernanda's eyes gleamed with mischief as she gazed at Ivis. "Let's go!" she exclaimed, grasping Ivis' hand. With her free hand, Fernanda reached out and gripped the metal structure of the chairoplane. Her muscles bulged and strained against her torn dress as she yanked hard, tearing the ride apart with a deafening screech of metal.

The chains snapped like rubber bands, sending seats and screaming passengers flying in all directions. Some smashed into nearby buildings, while others arced high into the night sky before plummeting to their doom. The central tower groaned and toppled, crushing a row of food stalls beneath it.

Laughing wildly, Fernanda tugged Ivis along as she dashed away from the destruction. Their titanic strides shook the earth, leaving craters in their wake.

———

Ivis laughed, “You want me to do what?”

“Catch them with your peitões! Your tits!” The Brazilian gestured towards the free fall tower where the abandoned passengers were stuck in an endless launch and free fall.

“You want to see that?” Ivis asked seductively.

“I’d love to." She inched closer, caressing the American's ample chest as she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips trailed down to Ivis' neck, then lower to her delicate breast. With a gentle touch, she pulled aside the fabric of her dress and released her breast from its bra, continuing to worship it with soft kisses.

As the Brazilian's lips and tongue caressed the dark areola, Ivis couldn't help but moan and hold onto the back of their head. The nipple became even more engorged with pleasure.

Fernanda playfully nipped at Ivis's nipple, eliciting a giggle from her. "Fine, fine, I'll do it," Ivis said through laughter as she stepped back and accidentally crushed a small ticket booth under her heel. Fernanda followed behind her and unzipped her dress with a mischievous smile on her face.

Ivis gracefully shed her dress, revealing the delicate lace of her lingerie to the world. The intricate patterns and silky texture accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination. As the fabric slid down her body, she felt a sense of liberation and empowerment wash over her, like shedding a layer of societal expectations. The soft glow of the evening sun highlighted every curve and contour. Her skin tingled with anticipation as she stood tall and proud in her exposed state.

Turning around she looks at Fernanda. “Now you” she ordered.

“Of course, babe.”

Fernanda smiled seductively as she began to undress. Her emerald green dress clung to her curves as she slowly unzipped it, revealing tan skin inch by tantalizing inch. The fabric slid off her shoulders, exposing her toned arms and the swell of her ample breasts. She shimmied the dress down over her wide hips, letting it pool at her feet.

Underneath, Fernanda wore a matching set of black lace underwear. The bra cupped her full breasts, pushing them up and together to create deep cleavage. The panties were high-cut, accentuating her long, muscular legs and the curve of her backside.

Fernanda's body was a masterpiece of raw power and sensuality. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, creating an impressive V-shape that emphasized her statuesque physique. Every movement caused ripples of muscle to dance beneath her bronzed skin.

Her arms were thick and defined, biceps and triceps bulging prominently. Veins snaked visibly along her forearms, a testament to her incredible strength. Her hands were large and strong, yet graceful, with long fingers that promised both power and dexterity.

With a wink at Ivis, Fernanda reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let the straps slide down her arms before pulling it off completely, tossing it over her shoulder.

Ivis looked hungrily at the Brazilian. She sauntered over to Fernanda, her lingerie-clad body swaying mesmerizingly.

Ivis turned her back to Fernanda, glancing coyly over her shoulder. "Be a dear and help me out of this.”

Fernanda stepped close behind Ivis, her warm breath tickling the back of Ivis' neck. She trailed her fingers lightly down Ivis' spine, savoring the shiver it elicited. With deft movements, she unclasped Ivis' bra, letting the straps fall away.

Fernanda's hands slid around slipping under Ivis’ bra to cup Ivis' breasts from behind, kneading the soft flesh gently. Her thumbs brushed over Ivis' nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. Ivis let out a breathy moan, leaning back into Fernanda's embrace.

"Your tits are magnificent," Fernanda purred, her lips brushing Ivis' ear. She squeezed Ivis' breasts, hefting their considerable weight. "So full and heavy."

“I’m going to crush these fuckers to death with them.” Ivis groaned.

“Squish them into our beautiful breasts, querida!” Fernanda hissed into the American’s ear. “They are nothing compared to you! Smash them into paste!”

Pulling away from Fernanda, Ivis stepped around the free fall tower. The Tower reached barely to Ivis’ collar bone.

The colossal woman crouched down, lowering herself onto her haunches, tossing away the open bra. Her knees were positioned on either side of the metal tower and the roughly two dozen tiny passengers strapped into the ride below her. The metal ring was slowly carrying the riders upwards as the two gigantic women were patiently waiting. As the carriage reached the top of the tower Ivis leaned forward. Using her hands she pushed her magnificent breasts together, swallowing the metal tower in her vast cleavage. Sensually kneading the soft orbs of flesh she waited until the carriage was ready to drop.

The tiny passengers screamed in terror as they plummeted downward, only to be suddenly engulfed by Ivis' massive cleavage. Their descent was abruptly halted as they were trapped between her soft, warm breasts.

Ivis moaned softly as she felt the tiny bodies squirming against her sensitive flesh. The passengers screamed and thrashed in a dark, claustrophobic nightmare, trapped between the woman's heaving breasts. Their desperate arms clawed at the soft flesh, struggling to find purchase or push their way out of the suffocating cavern. But the warm, yielding walls only seemed to tighten around them, suffocating them further as they were engulfed by fear and panic. The metal frame around them started groaning and bending.

Ivis squeezed her breasts together more firmly, feeling metal bend, bones crack and bodies burst under the immense pressure. Blood and gore oozed out between her breasts as she kneaded them, grinding the helpless victims into paste. She moved her breasts up and down making sure to catch every single one of her little victims and grind them into pieces.

Amidst the carnage, one tiny Austrian miraculously survived. After the shoulder restraints had broken open, he was pushed upwards through the giant cleavage by the bloody pulp of his squished friends. He ended up on top of Ivis’ left tit, broken and bloody, but alive. At least for the moment.

Fernanda watched in awe as Ivis crushed the tiny passengers between her breasts. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, drinking in every detail of the gory spectacle. The Brazilian giantess felt a rush of arousal coursing through her body.

"Oh querida, that's so hot," Fernanda purred, moving her hand up and down her inner thigh. She stepped closer, her own massive breasts swaying hypnotically. "Let me help you with that little fucker."

Fernanda leaned in, her face inches from Ivis' heaving bosom. She moved in on the bloodied man clinging desperately to Ivis' smooth skin. With agonizing slowness, Fernanda extended her long tongue. The man's eyes widened in terror as the glistening pink muscle approached.

Ivis shivered with pleasure as Fernanda's tongue caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel every bump and ridge of the warm, slick organ as it glided across her breast. The sensation sent tingles through her body, making her nipples even harder.

The tongue reached the terrified Austrian, who tried desperately to scramble away. But his injuries left him weak and trapped. Fernanda's tongue engulfed him, wrapping around his tiny form. She dragged her tongue slowly along Ivis' skin, savoring both the softness of her lover's breast and the taste of terror of the tiny person.

Fernanda increased the pressure ever so slightly, her tongue pressing the hapless Austrian more firmly against Ivis' breast. She could feel his tiny limbs flailing, his microscopic fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick skin. Then he burst. Fernanda grinned as she licked up the bloody remnants.

At this point the upper half of the metal tower was swaying precariously. Ivis released the structure from her bloodied bosom and Fernanda pushed the groaning metal tower to the side. The two giantess locked eyes, and Ivis moved backwards.

The American sat down on a haunted house attraction, her ample backside sinking into the structure without any resistance. As she crashed through floor after floor of frightening mannequins, creepy clown puppets, and even a few unsuspecting humans hiding inside, it was evident that nothing matched the fear instilled by two gigantic women’s rampage.

Ivis leaned back against a large rollercoaster track, opening her legs wide. Fernanda immediately crawled towards her, not needing any further invitation.

With tender fingers, she carefully pinched the sides of Ivis' delicate underwear and slid it off her hips. The fabric was soft against her skin, and she couldn't help but admire the intricate lace and embroidery. Her hand slowly traced its way up Ivis' thigh, tenderly caressing and massaging her groin. Ivis’ labia was already glistening with wetness, her body eager for Fernanda's touch as her fingers moved in and around her sensitive folds. Ivis moaned in delight. With a quick motion, Fernanda grabbed a rollercoaster car that had gotten stuck on the tracks behind her American lover. The miniature passengers inside shrieked in terror. Carefully gripping the tiny car between her thumb and index finger, Fernanda brought it closer to Ivis' waiting vagina. Using the thrashing riders like a human brush, the Brazilian swept them across Ivis' wet folds. The American’s body buckled in response, her back arching and her muscles tensing in pleasure. She reached backwards gripping the rollercoaster tracks behind her.

Fernanda pushed, pressing the tiny passengers into the moist flesh. The cars crumbled together with the shrieking passengers, the splattering humans serving as additional lubricant.

Ivis felt the mix of hard metal and squishy slick flesh as Fernanda’s thumb pushed the crushed remains deeper into her vagina, the sensation causing her muscles to tense and her back to arch in pleasure. “Fuck, yesss.” Ivis groaned, her hips gyrating.

As Fernanda continued pleasuring Ivis, neither giantess noticed the commotion building nearby.

At the edge of the Prater, a large contingent of police and emergency workers had quietly assembled. Several massive tank trucks were parked behind the gathered forces. A single armored personell carrier inched forward, moving up next to the two giants.

“Ladies!” The distorted voice crackled over the vehicle’s megaphone. “We are deeply sorry to interrupt your… activities.” The voice was clearly nervous.

Fernanda and Ivis abruptly sat up. “What the fuck do you shits want?” Ivis hissed, deeply annoyed about the disturbance.

“We… the government…” The voice was struggling for words. “We are authorized to present you with more alcohol, wine, as sort of a present.”

The two giants look at the assembled tank trucks at the edge of the park.

The voice continued “Our only request is, for you to please leave the park and tend to your—err—activities somewhere less populated, to reduce human casualties.”

Fernanda smiled, “More vhino, you say?” She looked at Ivis. The American lightly shrugged. “Sure, I could use some more wine.”

The two enormous women gradually rose to their feet, dusting off the debris. Ivis scowled, “But I don’t like being told what to do.” She lifted her right leg high and brought her foot down forcefully onto the personnel carrier, flattening it into a metal pancake. Making sure the vehicle and its passengers were completely dead she stomped several more times. Fernanda giggled “You fuckers better start running.” She taunted the assembled tinies as she started walking over. “Haha, you better!” Ivis agreed, massaging her swollen crotch as she made her way to the terrified Austrians.

The tiny humans needed no second warning. Like ants scurrying from a disturbed hill, they scattered in all directions, their screams rising into a cacophonous wail. Panic electrified the air as they fled, stumbling over each other in their haste to escape the towering terrors looming above.

They were not fast enough though. Ivis' enormous hand swooped down, her manicured fingers coated in her pussy fluids, plucking hapless victims from the ground like ripe berries. She giggled with sadistic glee as she felt their tiny bodies squirming in her grip, their screams muffled in her large fist. She popped a handful into her mouth, savoring the crunch of bones and burst of warm blood on her tongue.

Meanwhile, Fernanda stalked through the fleeing masses, each thunderous footfall leaving craters filled with pulverized human remains. Her gigantic muscular feet came down relentlessly, crushing dozens with every step. Blood and viscera splattered up her legs as bodies burst beneath her soles. She reveled in the carnage, laughing as she felt bones crunch and organs pop between her toes. "Run, little ones!" she taunted, her booming voice echoing across the park. Her enormous toes wiggled in anticipation before coming down on a group of fallen policemen. Their bodies burst like overripe fruit, spraying gore in all directions as Fernanda ground her foot back and forth, smearing their remains across the ground.

Ivis snatched up a another handful of screaming humans and swiftly dropped them into her mouth. She chewed, savoring the mix of crunchy bones and soft flesh. Swallowing, she reached for the first tank. “Now I could use some wine,” she laughed, tearing open the tank and gulping down the red liquid.

The crowd had mostly vanished by now.

Fernanda watched the struggling half-crushed survivors for a moment, savoring their futile attempts at escape. Broken bodies littered the ground, twitching and moaning in agony. Blood and viscera painted the earth in gruesome abstract patterns. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid stench of terror.

She observed a man dragging himself across the ground, leaving a trail of blood and entrails behind him. His legs had been pulverized by her earlier footsteps, completely destroyed. Yet still he fought to live, clawing at the earth with bloodied hands.

Nearby, a woman in a police uniform cradled the crushed remains of what might have been her partner, her anguished wails piercing the air. The tiny body was barely recognizable as human, having been flattened by Fernandas heavy heel.

Fernanda toyed with the idea of putting the injured tinies out of their misery but instead shrugged her shoulders and stepped over to the wine tanks. Crouching down she picked up a tank. A tiny emergency worker, hiding under the vehicle, dashed from under her shadow. The Brazilian lazily reached out and flicked her finger at the tiny figure, exploding him into bloody mist.

Ripping it open, Fernanda lifted the wine tank to her lips, tilting it back and letting the rich red liquid flow into her mouth.

Ivis watched appreciatively, her eyes roaming over Fernanda's curves. The Brazilian's skin glistened with sweat and a little spilled wine, the droplets trailing tantalizing paths down her body.

"You look absolutely delicious," Ivis purred, stepping closer. She reached out, trailing her fingers through the drops of wine on Fernanda's chest. Slowly, sensually, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, never breaking eye contact.

“There’s a large train station over there—let’s move it there.”

Fernanda's eyes gleamed with lust and excitement as she followed Ivis' gaze toward the train station in the middle distance. "Lead the way, querida," she purred, her voice husky with desire.

The discarded tank truck smashed through the building’s facade, ripping it open like a gash. Ivis didn’t care a bit. Tearing open another wine tank in her hand she kept walking the narrow Viennese streets, her right hand continuously massaging her swollen wet pussy.

Fernanda, walking down a parallel street, had fun herding a small crowd of people down the street. The chase came to an abrupt end when the road was blocked by a wrecked tram. “Whoops” Fernanda chuckled as the ten people or so vanished under her large bare foot, viscera squelching and gore spraying to all sides. “I’ll take a sip for every person I step on, as like a game!” The Brazilian giantess gulped down her large tank of wine.

Ivis laughed. “Look at this!” She removed her glistening wet fingers from her vagina and crouched down. Reaching out she pressed her sticky index finger onto a fleeing man. Like a tiny insect, the man was stuck on the giantess digit, thrashing in panic, as Ivis stood back up.

Fernanda giggled, the wine clearly starting to take its toll.

With a swift motion Ivis’ hand moved back to her soft pussy lips. She unceremoniously pushed her finger, man and all, inside her wet cave. A soft moan escaped her lips, and when she removed her finger after a few seconds, the tiny man was gone. She sensually sucked her finger clean.

“Mmm, you’re such a tease, Ivis,” Fernanda purred, her voice echoing through the narrow streets. Not being able to hold herself back any longer, Fernanda pushed over a smaller building and clambered over the ruins to get to her lover. They kissed passionately. Still embracing, Ivis spotted a convoy of military trucks in the distance. She pulled away from Fernanda, “look!”

Fernanda spun around.

“They’re evacuating.” Ivis mused.

Fernanda squinted. “Aye, there seem to be hundreds of them, maybe even more?” The Brazilian noticed another throng of trucks leaving the area.

Ivis grinned. “About time. We must have killed several thousands of them by now. I’m surprised it took them that long.”

Fernanda shrugged, “Three or four thousand at least,” the giantess chuckled, “and I enjoyed murdering every single one of them.” She leaned back in to kiss Ivis again, but the American giantess turned away. “Come on, let’s check it out.”

Fernanda frowned but followed along. “Uh, querida, I’m so horny!” She protested but Ivis smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, I have something special planned for us.” She winked at her lover.

———

It took them only a couple of minutes to reach the main train station which had been converted into a massive evacuation point. Thousands of people had gathered there to be loaded into trains and onto trucks to get away from the murderous giants. Now the murderous giants had come to them.

Ivis and Fernanda stood next to each other, the naked American had her hands crossed before her ample breasts, her last tank of wine swinging from her fingers, and looked down onto the mass of humanity before her. “Well, well, well, what have we here?” She teased. “By now you should already know that I don’t appreciate it when my toys run away from me.”

Fernanda drunkenly giggled. “You are so fucked…” She laughed. When one of the trains started moving, she lunged forward onto the elevated tracks and grabbed the first passenger car with her enormous hands. “Oh no, you don’t!”

Fernanda's powerful fingers dug into the metal of the train car, crumpling it like tissue paper. With a savage yank, she tore the car free from the rest of the train. The screeching of metal and terrified screams filled the air as the Brazilian giantess effortlessly ripped the car in two, spilling its human contents onto the tracks below.

"Look at them scatter!" Fernanda cackled, her eyes wild with glee. She tossed the mangled halves of the train car aside, crushing more fleeing people beneath the twisted wreckage. Not content with destroying just one car, Fernanda grabbed the next one in line. This time, she lifted the entire car high above her head, savoring the panicked cries from within. Her muscular body convulsed with power, each muscle and tendon straining like a bodybuilder posing for a competition. Tiny people plummeted from the sky, smashing against her rock-hard muscles with sickening thuds, exploding against her rounded chest in gruesome bursts, and splattering into shattered heaps at her toes. The carriage groaned, the metal resisting as long as it could. Finally with a loud metallic screeching, the car folded in on itself, collapsing between Fernanda’s bulging arms. With a triumphant scream, the Brazilian smashed the metal ball onto the tracks below, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground.

As Fernanda continued her assault on the train, Ivis turned her attention to the convoy of trucks attempting to flee the station. With a cruel smile, she stepped forward, her massive high heeled foot coming down on the lead vehicle. The military truck disintegrated like a child's toy beneath Ivis’ high-heeled shoe. Its occupants were reduced to a smear of red paste, their lives snuffed out in an instant as blood and guts splattered from beneath her sole. She lingered on the shattered vehicle for a moment longer, relishing the sensation of their puny existences being extinguished beneath her weight. An insidious smile played on her lips—she was loving it. She shifted her attention to the next truck in the convoy, one that was swerving wildly in a desperate attempt to avoid a similar fate.

"Where do you think you're going, little ones?" Ivis cooed mockingly. She began to methodically flatten each vehicle in turn, relishing the screams that were abruptly silenced as she crushed the life from the evacuees.

As she aimed at one of the army trucks below her, a screaming family of four jumped from the flatbed in sheer panic. The ball of her foot swiftly came down onto them, cutting the screaming short. Bloody gore shot out from under the high heel that also flattened the back half of the truck with several more people inside. Ivis drunkenly giggled, as she grinded her foot into the asphalt, smashing the rest of the truck.

Spotting an accelerating truck, she stepped forward, impaling a vehicle on her heel. Her left foot smashed the driver’s cabin. She crouched down, as people leapt from the back of the truck screaming. Taking another sip from her wine, she crouched down, and using her thumb, she squished the running humans one by one, occasionally stroking her wet pussy hanging menacingly above the tinies.

By now the crowds have descended into chaos, frantically attempting to escape. A large number rushed into the train station, hoping that staying hidden could ensure their safety.

“Make sure they can’t leave!” Ivis directed Fernanda, who was busy squeezing the life out of one of the train cars as if they were a damp cloth.

“On it!” The Brazilian used the mangled train cars as makeshift barricades to block the train station’s exits.

Ivis had just finished flattening the last of the two dozen trucks and their tiny occupants. Beneath her lay the gruesome aftermath of her massacre. Hundreds of crushed and flattened bodies, now grotesquely unrecognizable as once-human forms, lay torn apart and mangled, their remains scattered in a nightmarish disarray. Severed limbs and body parts were strewn across the scene, while the pitiful cries of the few injured survivors echoed through the air, their tortured bodies writhing and groaning in unbearable agony.

Ivis smiled. “That’ll do. Now let’s have some fun!” She got back on her feet, feeling a bit unsteady from all the wine. As she made her way to the station, her heavy footsteps trudged through the gore and slick blood, dragging along with her long strands of viscera and partially crushed bodies.

Fernanda, on all fours above the torn open train station, turned onto her back and laid down. She was splayed across the multiple train platforms, eagerly waiting for her lover. “Finally!”

Ivis slowly sauntered over to Fernanda. She positioned herself over the waiting Brazilian, legs on either side, massaging her exposed crotch. Emptying her wine tank, she tossed the crumbled container into the distance.

Ivis addressed the tinies cowering in the train station, "My friend and I are horny…" she said, her voice carrying over the din of terror and destruction. "And you are going to help us with that."

Moving over Fernanda’s face, she slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto Fernanda’s eager mouth. The Brazilian giantess moaned with delight, her tongue caressing Ivis’ wet lips. Ivis ran her hands up her stomach to her full breasts, cupping them, squeezing her hard nipples. Fernanda sensually stroked Ivis’ thighs, grabbing her soft ass cheeks as her tongue hungrily massaged the glistening pussy lips of her giant lover.

Below them the trapped Austrians could do nothing but watch in disbelief and awe.

The American moaned as she bent backwards, reaching for the crowd of tiny Austrians. Her slender fingers dove into the panicking humanity. The tiny people tried to evade, but her fingers closed too fast, trapping a dozen screaming people in her fist. Tiny arms and legs stuck from the gaps between her fingers, many at grotesque angles, clawing at the giant digits. As the hand rose up, Fernanda pushed her tongue into Ivis’ vagina, massaging her engorged clitoris. Ivis’ body tensed, a sharp groan escaped her lips, her fist clenched. Blood splatters erupted from her hand, as half of the tinies were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp. Moaning, Ivis lazily opened her fist dropping the shredded remains and torn apart bodies together with mangled but alive people back into the train station to grab another bunch.

Another dozen Austrians vanished in her fist, and again pure bliss overcame Ivis as Fernanda’s tongue reached deep into her vagina. She bit her lower lip and squeezed. How many did survive? She didn’t care.

Ivis slightly lifted her hips, her hand moving to her pussy, forcing the tinies into her vagina. She did not care that several of them missed or wiggled themselves free from her sticky womanhood and rained down onto Fernanda’s face. The Brazilian swallowed one man alive and picked up another one from her hair to push him right back into her lover’s waiting vagina.

Ivis felt them squirm inside and moaned, as Fernanda pushed her tongue against the tiny bodies, smashing them inside her. The American was unable to control herself, picking up and shoving more tiny Austrians into her.

Fernanda eagerly lapped up the tinies that hadn't found their way into the American's hungry pussy, swallowing many of them whole, while chewing some of them.

Feeling satisfied, Ivis turned around and, on all fours, moved down towards her lovers’ crotch. Her hand softly traced Fernanda's sculpted abs and strong, muscular thighs, before tenderly massaging the Brazilian's firm, swollen vagina. She grabbed another group of Austrians.

Bringing up her arm, she dropped the squirming mass onto Fernanda's crotch. The dazed and injured tinies barely had time to react before Ivis picked one of them up and gently but forcefully stuffed him inside the dripping vagina. Swirling her finger around, she massaged the tiny person into Fernanda’s pulsating flesh. The Brazilian moaned with pleasure, her powerful muscles clenching tight around the tiny body and Ivis’ finger. Ivis continued to massage Fernanda's wet lips, pressing more tinies in, ever deeper and deeper. Fernanda's hips bucked violently, and Ivis was barely able to hold on to her lover's crotch. "Don't stop! I need them, fuck!" Fernanda moaned, her voice echoing through the station. Ivis complied, shoving more and more tinies inside. Fernanda's moans became louder and more ecstatic as she felt the tiny bodies writhe and squirm. She was in pure bliss.

Ivis lowered her head, her hungry tongue joining her fingers. She licked up the blood and viscera covering Fernanda's pussy, the American’s own arousal surged as she watched the tiny bodies disappear between Fernanda's lips, the mixture of blood and fluids drenching the train platforms below.

As the American giantess savored her lover's wet lips, she felt Fernanda's powerful hands grab her soft butt cheeks. Ivis moaned with pleasure. She felt fingers digging into her flesh, spreading her large cheeks apart. Her entire body spasmed when Fernanda forcefully stuffed a tiny Austrian up her anus. Ivis groaned with ecstasy, her entire body trembling with delight. "Yes! More!" she screamed.

Fernanda obliged, her fingers grabbing more and more of the tiny humans. She stuffed them, one after the other, deep into Ivis' hungry ass. The American was in pure bliss as she felt them squirm and struggle inside her. Ivis' entire body was shaking with pleasure as she continued to lick and finger Fernanda's wet pussy.

———

Her mind was a blur of panic and disbelief. Marianne crawled forward, each movement sending a white-hot lance of pain through her shattered arm. The world around her was a storm of screams and thunder, the ground shaking violently as the two enormous women continued their devastating love making. She moved through a landscape of horror, the air thick with the metallic stench of blood. Flattened bodies and twisted limbs littered the ground, the remains of her fellow Austrians crushed beneath the giantesses' insatiable lust. Crawling on three limbs, Marianne slipped on the slick ground and landed face first in a pile of gory remains. She shrieked in horror and disgust and as she jolted back up her torn arm hit her with another burst of paralyzing pain. Tears streamed down her distorted face as she steadied herself on a broken concrete slab.

Above, the giant American leaned back, her massive tits, spread across her chest, heaving with each moan. Marianne glanced upward and saw the terrifying sight of the giant’s hand, slick with blood and cum, reaching into the crowd again, fingers curling around a group of panicked people. Marianne watched, paralyzed, as the giant fingers closed, a sickening crunch echoing through the station.

She forced herself to keep moving, crawling through the chaos, desperate to escape. The ground shook with each of the giant’s thrusts.

The hand plunged into the mass of fleeing people once more. Marianne gasped as she saw the fingers coming her way, but they narrowly missed her, closing around a group just meters away. She heard their screams, then the wet squelching explosion of their bodies as the fingers squeezed. Blood rained down as the Austrian girl crawled on, slipping in the gore.

Around Marianne, the Austrians were in a blind panic, tripping over each other as they fled from the two giant women. Marianne saw a man lose his footing and fall to the ground. He barely had time to scream before a massive hand came down onto him. He screamed until the very end “Nein! Nein!” until the impossibly gigantic digit crushed his chest cavity with an unrelenting force, expelling every molecule of air from his lungs. His eyes bulged with terror, his face darkening to a deep crimson, until it erupted in a horrific explosion of blood and viscera. The violent rupture sent his organs bursting outward in a nightmarish display of horror. Marianne quickly looked away.

The ground shook again, causing more of the station to break apart as the giant above her moved around.

Marianne collapsed, her body refusing to obey any longer. She lay on her back, the sky above filled with the terrifying spectacle of Ivis' breasts, each the size of a small house, rising and falling with the giantess' ecstasy. Marianne had always been proud of her own chest, but this was beyond comprehension, beyond envy. She marveled at the sheer mass of them, how Fernanda's muscular hands kneaded the soft flesh with such force, the fingers sinking deep into the pliant skin.

She closed her eyes, imagining their weight, the power they wielded, how they could snuff out her life in an instant. It was almost a release, the thought of being crushed beneath their unstoppable might, a final escape from the nightmare that surrounded her.

———

Fernanda grabbed several tinies at once, and with one swift motion of her thumb, she shoved them up her lover's ass. Ivis bucked wildly, her entire body overcome with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Fernanda!" she screamed as she felt the tiny humans squirm deep inside her. The American giantess was in a state of pure ecstasy. Ivis was barely able to keep her head above Fernanda's soaking pussy as her entire body convulsed with pleasure. She screamed with delight, her cries echoing across the train station. Her fingers dug into Fernanda's crotch, blood and tiny mangled bodies covering her hands.

“Ungh, Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ivis pushed herself up and grinded her crotch into Fernanda’s rock-hard abdomen, one hand furiously massaging her lover’s pussy, the other squeezing her own soft tit.

The Brazilian was just as close, both hands kneading her voluptuous breasts and stiff dark nipples, but it was the tiny humans squirming inside her that sent her over the edge. "Ivis!" she screamed, her voice booming through the ruins. The two giantesses reached their climax at the same time, their moans of pleasure deafening the surviving Austrians.

Ivis felt the tiny bodies inside of her being crushed, blood and gore spraying from her anus and pussy as she came. Fernanda was equally brutal, her powerful pussy muscles clenching tight around the struggling humans, crushing them into a bloody pulp, an equally impressive spray of blood and viscera erupted from her crotch as dozens of tiny people were compacted into mush like in a giant trash compactor, their remains mixed with the giantess’ fluids.

Ivis’ body swung to her side, over the ruins of the train station, as she let herself fall.

———

The ground shook violently. Above Marianne, the American kneeling on top of her lover, began shifting sideways, her enormous body looming over the tiny Austrians beneath. Marianne screamed as the giantess upper body came rushing down towards her. A second later, Ivis’ enormous breasts came crashing down onto the remains of the train station. A dozen people were instantly flattened beneath the massive tit, their bodies splattered into unrecognizable smears. Marianne felt the hot liquid spray onto her face. She wiped the blood from her eyes and continued to crawl, her mind a whirlwind of agony and terror.

Behind her, the gigantic mounds of flesh bulldozed through the ruins, flattening whole sections of the train station and countless people that were trapped beneath. Girders and concrete snapped and splintered, entire walls collapsed inward, and the ground ripped open as Ivis' body careened through the station. Her soft flesh swallowed up the fleeing Austrians, their screams muffled as their bodies were crushed into unrecognizable pulp.

Marianne watched apathic as an old man was pinned down by the gigantic nipple, his body exploded into red gore, before the large stiff nipple was dragged further, tearing up the marble floor.

The giantess squirmed on the ground, basking in the aftermath of her climax, pressing herself against the concrete beneath her.

Marianne closed her eyes as the ground shook again.

“I don’t think there is many of them left.”

Marianne’s eyes snapped open as her body was suddenly compressed and lifted into the air by two large fingers. Finally, she thought…

———

The entire train station was drenched in their fluids. When the two giantesses finally came down from their sexual high, they were both covered in blood and viscera, surrounded by the ruins of the train station.

Fernanda laughed drunkenly. "That was amazing," she panted, her chest heaving.

Ivis, just as out of breath, turned around to face her lover. "I needed that," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. She looked around at the destruction they had caused with blurry vision.

"I don't think there's many of them left," the Brazilian said. She lazily reached down to grab a tiny woman from the ruins. Fernanda placed her gently onto her areola, before wrapping her small body around her stiff nipple. Slowly grinding her between her fingers, the tiny Austrian broke apart into bloody bits, sending Fernanda over the edge a second time. She bit her lower lip, moaning and convulsing again. “Mmmmhm” Her whole body trembled.

Ivis lazily clambered on top of her, lapping up the torn body from her tit, before resting her head on Fernanda’s chest.

Fernanda drew in several deep, calming breaths as she finally let herself unwind. Her eyelids grew heavy with an inexplicable weight, and within moments, she succumbed to the pull of sleep, slipping into unconsciousness.

The distant cries and moans of the few surviving Austrians, mingled with the groaning of twisted metal and the dull rumble of crumbling concrete, formed an oddly soothing lullaby for the two exhausted giantesses. In a matter of moments, Fernanda and Ivis were fast asleep, their enormous forms entwined amidst the ruins of the train station.

The earth continued to tremble beneath their colossal bodies, the soft flesh of their breasts and thighs pressing down upon the wreckage and the tiny, helpless humans trapped below. The few Austrians who still clung to life gazed up in disbelief at the two immense women slumbering peacefully above them.

Vienna lay under an eerie silence. In the distance the sound of helicopters was growing louder.

In the back of the Prater amusement park, Vera’s eyes widened in awe. In front of her sat the biggest woman she has ever seen. But she wasn’t tall—standing upright, her head would only about reach Vera’s heavy breasts—she was wide. She had to be the fattest woman in the world. And she was naked.

The dark skinned South African smiled at Vera from her reclined position.

“Aweh” the young woman greeted Vera.

“Aweh?” Vera repeated, unsure.

She couldn’t tear her eyes off that giant mountain of human flesh, sitting on full display in front of her. The girl had a wide face, but not fat. Large dark eyes and a wide smile on her voluptuous lips gave her a charming appearance. Voluptuous was the adjective to describe her. She was voluptuous in every way. Her voluptuous black hair hovered around her head like a halo made from fluffy black clouds. Her voluptuous neck was framed by two golden necklaces forming a bright, metallic band on her shoulders. Her wide, soft shoulders led to voluptuous arms that were almost as large as one of Vera’s thighs. The hands though, delicate and almost slender. Long pointed fingernails sat like crowns on each digit. One of her hands rested on top of a set of enormous tits. Vera always hated that word—tits. But there was no other word to describe the two, almost beach ball sized, black orbs, Vera realized. Vera was sure, even she wouldn’t be able to fully reach around those tits, and in the back of her head her mind urged her to try.

And then, of course, there was the voluptuous belly. Belly itself was an understatement. Guts? Jutting out in front of her in two distinct ripples it just sat there. The dark skin was stretched around the vast expanse of her body, almost immaculate and smooth, except for some stretch marks covering her wide hips as well as her thighs. It caused her breasts to droop off to the sides like balloons filled with water.

Her hips were so vast they seemed like continental shelves, spreading out from her waist in a majestic curve that dominated the landscape of her body. The stretch marks there resembled lightning bolts, bright against the deep ebony of her skin. And then there was an ass that could only be described as geological—two massive hemispheres that spread beneath her like twin mountains, dimpled and creased where they met the ground. When she shifted her weight, those colossal cheeks rippled with movement, sending waves across their surface like disturbed water.

“Aweh” The black giantess repeated once more. “Or Howzit, or hi, I guess.” she said in a thick South African accent, still smiling at the blonde woman towering in front of her.

“Uh, yea, hi!” Vera finally managed to respond. Her eyes fixated on the large, dark, puffy areolas in front of her, the two enlarged nipples proudly pointing towards the sky.

“They’re really nice, aren’t they?” The black giantess gently rubbed her thumb-sized nipple, softly squeezing her heavy boob.

Vera was too dumbfounded to respond.

“Don’t worry, I am used to gawking! It’s part of my job, actually. Take it all in bokkie!”

Vera’s face suddenly lit up. “You’re that South African influencer, aren’t you? Traveling the world, eating people from different countries, posting about it, right?”

The super-sized girl laughed.

“Instasnap influencer, SBBW model, and OnlyFreaks queen—for my paying, more mature, audience.” She beamed. “Amahle Bredekamp, or AmaTheDevourer if you want to follow me on social media.”

“I’ve heard you were… big. But this…” Vera gestured towards Amahle’s body. The blonde giantess was still in awe. Amahle visibly enjoyed being at the center of Vera’s attention. “Your father is that super rich entrepreneur, right?”

“Yea. I couldn’t do any of this, otherwise.” To underscore her point, Amahle reached behind her and pulled out a couple of screaming Austrians. Looking at Vera, she unceremoniously shoved the screaming and thrashing mass into her giant maw, before swallowing them alive. Revealing her charming smile once more, she posed for the American girl, both hands showing the peace sign.

“True!” Vera giggled. “When you’re rich…”

“…they let you do it!” Amahle chimed in. The laughing made her enormous breasts and belly jiggle. Her large arms grabbed her guts as if in an effort to contain the mass of flesh. Futile, Vera thought.

“No, but seriously, I always thought South Africans were way smaller?”

Amahle nodded. “That’s also thanks to my dad. Bought himself and my mother the American citizenship and flew her in to give birth in the States.” Amahle shifted her massive body while Vera crouched down to be closer to her conversation partner.

“Yea, rich people do that all the time, true.3 But you grew up in South Africa, right?”

“I grew up in California until I was 16. Then I moved back to Cape Town, permanently.”

“And your accent?” Vera raised a brow.

Amahle winked at her, “All fake, babe. Something for my viewers.” With a swift motion she lobbed two more tiny people in the air, trying to catch them in her hungry jaws like peanuts. One tiny man hit her upper incisors, tumbling into the dark abyss like a bag of rice, vanishing with a reflexive gulp from the giant woman. The other tiny person, a blonde woman, bounced off the full dark lips. Several meters further down, the tiny figure impacted with the enormous soft boob below her. Still conscious, she shrieked while she slid all the way down into the dark and moist cleavage. Amahle’s smile turned into a frown. She lazily grabbed her right tit, lifting the massive orb from underneath. The small Austrian wriggling around on her enormous belly had just regained her orientation when she noticed the shadow swallowing her. Her tiny screams vanished when Amahle placed her boob back on top of her belly, erasing the little woman from existence.

“Don’t waste food!” Vera giggled.

Amahle grinned, “Don’t worry, there is plenty to go around.” The black goddess gestured towards the large building covered partially by her magnificent ass. Emerging from underneath her gigantic behind was a rather large beer garden, filled with numerous chestnut trees, beer benches and tables, and—more importantly—hundreds and hundreds of patrons of various size.

“It's called Swiss Beer Garden. A rather famous touristy place for beer, Pretzel and Schnitzel. On the definite must-visit list for every visitor to Vienna! Established in 1923 by a rich Swiss investor.”

“Wow, you seem to know a lot about this place!” Vera quickly interrupted her before she could transition into a full-length history lesson.

Amahle grinned at her again with wide eyes. “I provide top quality content for my viewers!” She beamed proudly. “I am not just exceptionally good looking, sexy, and charming, I am also smart and thorough.” She placed her hand under her chin in a thoughtful pose.

Vera nodded, “I can see that.”

“I am way more than just some big girl that loves mulching down on thousands of tiny foreign people for fun!” Her face turns stern. “I also do it for the views!”

The girls burst out in laughter together, Vera grabbing Amahle’s shoulder to steady herself. The giant blonde sat down, crushing half of a small Safari ride for kids beneath her ass.

She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “You do this on your own?” she asked, when she finally caught her breath again.

“Nah, I couldn’t. My producer slash boy toy Thabo handles the camera stuff and all that boring work. How about you, why are you here?”

“Ugh.” Vera rolled her eyes. “My mom took me with her to visit Europe. She’s over there somewhere, playing with her new friend…” Vera turned around scanning the area for the two giants, spotting them off in the distance between the roller coasters.

Amahle’s eyes followed her gaze but the view from her sitting position was obstructed by the carnival attractions. “Ah, that’s what all that commotion and moaning is about.” She grinned her cute wide grin again.

Vera chuckled, “the moaning, the groaning, some howling, some screaming, lots of wanton murder and destruction.”

“Sounds like a good old time!” Amahle laughed.

As if on cue, a loud “fuck, yess!” echoed across the distance, accompanied by rumbling and a booming sound.

“A great old time!” Amahle corrected herself.

Vera, blushing from her mother’s noises, looked at the African giantess before bursting into laughter. Amahle joined in.

———

“I am back, liefie! Took a while, a couple of the neighbors were upset about where I stashed our bags and stuff. Weren’t happy about our things blocking their driveway, crushing the dog or something. Had to deal with them. Set things straight!”

Thabo wandered around the corner of some funhouse attraction, with several bags in hand and a backpack slung around one shoulder.

“Oha, what’s that?” He spotted the two girls sitting Indian style next to the Swiss Beer Garden chatting and laughing

“There he is! My little man, Thabo!” Amahle waved him over. “This is my new friend Vera, from New York!”

Vera shifted onto her knees to greet the approaching man. He was considerably smaller than her, reaching maybe up to her thighs, but was well built. He could have passed as an underwear model Vera thought, except—just as Amahle—he didn’t wear any underwear—or any other clothes for that matter. She tried her best to not stare at the swinging appendage between his legs, but it proved rather difficult. At the tender age of eighteen Vera didn’t have much experience with different dick sizes—most of it theoretical, based on conversations with friends, or some internet research—but she felt confident in declaring this quite the hog. She forced her focus to his face. He was good looking, she thought. Straight cut jaw line, well defined eyebrows, a winning smile. He was definitely a player.

“Hi!” Vera wheezed. She cleared her throat and tried again, “Hi, I’m Vera!” stretching out her hand, blushing.

Thabo smiled, dropped the bags and reached for her large hand. His hand was still tiny compared to hers and vanished completely in her palm.

“Nice meeting you, mooi!”

“He means, gorgeous.” Amahle translated while caressing Thabo’s short cut afro.

Vera turned even redder, “Thanks!”

With a satisfied groan Amahle leaned back, pushing out her enormous guts—her tits sliding off to either side like two chocolate brown buoys drifting apart in the current. “Alright, how do you want me?”

———

“Aaaand go!” Thabo directed his giant model from behind the camera. He pressed the record button and stepped back from the tripod.

“Howzit, chommies!” Amahle flashed her brightest smile at the camera. “Thank you all for joining me today, on my AmaTheDevourer World Tour! Today I am in Vienna, Austria, at the world-famous Swiss Beer Garden, where I will try all the delicious specialties on offer!” She gestures towards the cowering crowd before her.

Vera had helped Amahle and Thabo to turn the beer garden into a makeshift prison, making sure the hundreds of patrons stayed in place for the show. She was also collecting more of them from the surrounding area.

“On the menu we have: Austrian” she picked up a tiny man from the crowd with one hand, displaying his thrashing figure to the camera before dropping him back into the crowd. “Italian” Another man got picked up. “Czech” A brunette woman.

Vera realized that all that was made up—it was all just for show.

“And finally Hungarian!”—the overweight man made a crunching sound when impacting with the ground, he must have broken something. “And let me tell you, chommies, I am hungary today!” She winked at the camera. Vera chuckled.

The giant influencer shot several more intro clips before moving on.

“Alright. Ready for the close ups!” Thabo had rearranged the camera setup. Vera stretched her neck to peek at the little camera display in front of her, stealing a peak of Thabo’s tight butt.

Stepping back from the camera, Thabo noticed Vera’s attempt at watching the scene on the small display. He walked over to the pile of equipment and picked up a large phone. It was almost as big as his whole torso. Slightly grunting, he carried the device over to Vera.

“Here,” while unlocking the phone and setting it up “you can watch on the remote display. It’s Ama’s production phone. We use it for selfies, when Ama needs to see what I’m filming. No worries, nothing you can mess up!”

Vera takes the phone. “Thanks!” That was way better.

“Aaaaand go!”

“Let’s start the feast!” Amahle grinned towards the camera lifting up her first victim.

The camera was looking up from a low angle, covering her huge belly as well as the one giant boob resting on top, slightly obscuring her chin. Opening her mouth, she lifted a small man towards her mouth.

Amahle's tongue flicked over her lips, dripping with anticipation. The small man was begging for his life, his voice raw and broken with tears, but she remained utterly indifferent. With deliberate slowness, she lowered him toward her mouth, savoring his terror. Her lips closed around him, encasing all but a single arm within her voluptuous embrace. She let out a deep, primal moan as she sucked at the tiny, writhing morsel trapped inside. The air was filled with the grotesque sounds of messy crunching noises, mingling with the man's muffled, desperate screams echoing from the depths of her maw.

Thabo, intently looking at Ama, patted his right chest. Ama, noticing but not visibly acknowledging it, brought her hand up to her right tit, tenderly caressing the areola and semi-erect nipple. She squeezed gently before setting the boob a little more to the side, revealing her lower face fully for the camera. Thabo, satisfied, nodded.

She was a pro, Vera thought.  

Amahle swallowed audibly, the bulge visibly wandering down her throat. Her slender fingers pulled out the separated arm from between her lips. Opening her mouth wide, she dropped the appendage in, swallowing it as well. 

“Mmmhm!” The dark giantess stuck her tongue out, presenting her empty mouth to the camera. “I liked the crunchy flavor! The meat was tender and juicy, not too much fat!” 

Her hand gently patting her gigantic belly, caressing the deep rolls of fat. 

“Now, if you like more lean and healthy dishes, I recommend western Austrian people. They are free range, living in the Alps, you know, spending their time outdoors in the mountains and valleys, resulting in that sweet and tender meat that tastes just sooo good!” 

Ama put all her emphasis on that last part. 

“As always, remember, the younger they are, the more tender the meat!” 

She reached down into the crowd again. 

“However, if you prefer your dinner a little more on the greasy side…” 

She brought her hand up to the camera. The next snack was a fat, blond haired woman. She was taller than the others. Maybe German or French? Ama dangled her above her open maw, held aloft by the fingers pinching her left arm. Thabo zoomed in. Her long tongue extended from her mouth like a large tentacle reaching from the abyss. The fleshy muscle was crawling up the tiny’s thrashing thighs. The blonde woman's shrieks intensified as Amahle's tongue slithered up her body, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Ama let go, eliciting a gargled scream as she was dropped into the cavernous mouth. Amahle's lips closed around her, cheeks bulging as she worked the morsel around.  

After a few moments of exaggerated chewing, Amahle tilted her head back and swallowed forcefully. Her throat bulged obscenely as the remains slid down, disappearing into the depths of her voluminous body. Amahle let out a satisfied "Mmm" and licked her lips, a devilish glint in her eyes. 

“… you go for the continental tourists!” She finished her sentence.

———

Hungrily and with increasing enthusiasm, Amahle devoured the helpless patrons of the Swiss Beer Garden, delighting in the chaos she unleashed. Each person was nothing more than a fleeting thrill to her, a mere moment of delicious terror captured for her audience.

She plucked another victim from the panicked crowd, dangling her high above, savoring the woman's frantic pleading before tossing her in and biting down hard. Tears and cries mingled with the horrific crunch as Amahle’s massive jaws mutilated the woman, reducing her to nothing more than a bloody paste. Her lips parted only to reveal a vicious display of sharp teeth, stained and dripping with fresh crimson, as she laughed and picked out her next victim. A tiny man was seized from the throng and met a particularly grisly fate. Amahle’s incisors tore his body apart, ripping him in half and sending his innards showering down like macabre confetti onto those below. Her appetite remained unquenched as she snatched up more people, swallowing some whole, their wriggling forms visibly bulging as they traveled down her throat. Others she methodically dismantled, ripping off limbs with gleeful cruelty.

A particularly annoying woman caught Amahle's attention, her high-pitched wails cutting through the noise. Annoyed by her persistence, Amahle grabbed her head as well as her torso, pulling the body apart with steady ease until a sickening pop sounded, abruptly silencing the cries. The headless body was tossed into her mouth, while she flicked the severed head into the distance.

“It is very rude to interrupt people during their meal!” The black giantess added, after swallowing.

Her pace quickened as she became bolder and more frenzied, the gruesome spectacle escalating with each mouthful. Sheer delight shone in her eyes as her hand returned to the trembling masses, her fingers slick with blood and saliva. Amahle picked through the dwindling crowd, her booming laughter resonating like thunder over those who remained. Some were crushed instantly between her powerful molars; their bodies reduced to splatters of viscera with a single bite. Others met slower, more agonizing ends, their screams lingering as their lives were brutally snuffed out. Amahle's body swayed with exaggerated chewing motions, her immense frame shaking with laughter.

The giant woman performed an experiment to see how many people she could fit in her gaping maw at once, forcefully biting down multiple times to make room for more victims. Blood and body parts sprayed out of her mouth as she chomped down with all her might, creating a gruesome spectacle that coated the camera lens with a fine red mist. As more bodies were crammed into her thirsting jaws, her cheeks ballooned out impossibly large, making her look even more ravenous. Amahle laughed around the mess, a low, resonating chuckle that shook the air and filled it with the horror of the scene.

Vera watched with parted lips, clutching the oversized phone, completely absorbed by the spectacle unfolding before her. Each bite, each grotesque display of hunger, was masterfully played for the camera, a gruesome performance that was both thrilling and terrifying. Amahle seemed to sense the rhythm of the chaos, pausing only long enough to give her viewers a teasing smile before plucking up more people from the scattered crowd. The red mist that sprayed violently from her mouth faded into droplets on the lens, a rain of terror that captured the madness perfectly.

Thabo, noticing the mess, wiped the camera with his thumb and grinned widely at Amahle, urging her on with playful enthusiasm. He was the perfect partner in her voracious play, and Vera couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the grisly, captivating show they orchestrated. Amahle’s enormous belly shook with each exaggerated chew, her body swaying with both delight and indulgence. At this point she must have eaten hundreds of people

———

“A’ight” Thabo clapped his hands together. “Now let’s do some filler shots and wrap this up!”

With a satisfied groan, Amahle shifted her weight, lying down onto her back so her massive tits slid heavily off both sides of her belly. The giant orbs settled on the ground, squishing the tiny creatures beneath with a wet splat. Several of the pathetic bodies wriggled and squirmed helplessly, slowly suffocating under the weight of her enormous breasts. Amahle laughed, as she was feeling their feeble struggles with amused indifference. Her body stretched out across the beer garden like a living landscape of death. As she turned over, her monumental belly rolled sideways, sweeping over the remaining crowd like an unstoppable avalanche. Trapped beneath the immense expanse, people were crushed instantly, their screams silenced by the masses of fat and flesh. Her giant movements were accompanied by the muffled pops and crunches of obliterating bones.

Vera couldn’t tear her eyes away from Amahle’s massive form. She almost felt pity for the tinies below her. They had survived the voracious massacre only for their lives to be snuffed out by the African’s gigantic body.

Nevertheless, the idea excited Vera.

Amahle shimmied forward, pinning dozens beneath her and smothering them with her weight. Their screams were abruptly cut off, replaced by wet, squelching sounds as they were mashed into the ground. As she felt their bodies give way beneath her she let out an indulgent moan. Amahle's thighs were as merciless as the rest of her. She ground them into the earth, feeling the futile struggles of the tiny victims trapped beneath. Some found themselves wedged in the deep folds and creases of her skin, slowly suffocating in the moist, oppressive darkness. Others were simply flattened, their bodies torn apart by the sheer mass of her gigantic limbs. Vera watched, mesmerized, as Amahle continued the grisly spectacle.

The ground was slick with blood and debris, a red smear spreading out from where Amahle's flesh met the earth. She toyed with the doomed, rolling herself side to side, letting the terrified cries rise and fall as she shifted her weight, before finally settling on her belly with a satisfied sigh.

The giant woman looked up at Vera, flashing a conspiratorial grin. "Squishing them feels almost as good as eating them!" she called out with a playful wink, her body still quivering from the impact.

Her breasts squished out to either side of her, pinning more tiny souls beneath them. Amahle ground her wet crotch into the rubble, feeling the struggling bodies beneath her, the desperate squirming only intensifying her delight.

Vera stared, her eyes wide with fascination and envy, her cheeks flushed with excitement, feeling the heat spread through her body.

Ama moved with slow, deliberate motions, dragging herself across the beer garden and leaving a gruesome path of destruction in her wake. The ground was a slick, crimson testament to her appetite, soaked with the remains of her victims.

Thabo circled Amahle, filming the carnage from every angle, guiding her in her actions.

“Ok, now for the finale!” Thabo clambered on top of the ruined restaurant. He looked around, taking in the chaos and destruction. Watching his towering girlfriend lying before him, her gigantic body spread across the garden, he felt proud of her. Below him was a crowd of cowering survivors, trying to clamber their way out of the ruins.

“Ah yes. How about you take your beautiful boobs and smash ‘em all?” He gestured towards the people below him.

Amahle nodded. “Just, like, on top of them?” She asked.

“Wha’ever feels natural!” Thabo stepped aside and set up the camera. Vera scooted closer.

“And action!”

Amahle pushed herself up, her massive body looming over the cornered survivors. Her wide eyes were alight with mischief as she moved with deliberate care, her enormous breasts swaying and casting shadows over the cowering crowd. The tiny people below were transfixed by the sight, their terror mounting as they realized their fate.

The enormous nipples dipped down, causing the tiny people to duck away. With a theatrical flourish, Amahle dropped her breasts onto the crowd, the immense weight flattening dozens of bodies beneath the soft, jiggling flesh. The impact was a wet, squelching boom, followed by a slow, suffocating silence. The giant woman let out a moan of pure delight, feeling the feeble struggles beneath her. Her soft boob flesh filled out every remaining centimeter of the garden, snuffing out every tiny survivor. Amahle shifted slightly, her enormous tits sliding wetly across the ground, smearing the red remains of the crowd into an indistinct mass.

"Aaaand done!" Thabo called out, clapping his hands in satisfaction. “That was amazing!” The small African clambered on top of the giant breast and planted a big kiss on Amahle’s cheek.

Vera giggled, her cheeks flushed. "I can't believe how good you are at this!"

Amahle winked at her, adjusting her body to a more comfortable position. "It just comes naturally," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. Amahle's body was still quivering from exertion; her enormous form splayed out across the beer garden like a victorious conqueror. Vera couldn’t help but admire her.

"I mean," Vera continued, still holding the massive phone in her hands, "I knew you were famous, but that was seriously impressive!"

Thabo laughed, jumping off Amahle's breast and landing deftly on the blood-soaked ground. "I think you’ve got a fan, Ama!" He started packing up the equipment, his movements efficient and practiced. Vera watched him with some envy. She looked back at Amahle again "So, what's next on the tour?"

“Southeast Asia, Vietnam.”

"That sounds amazing!" Vera shifted her weight, crushing more of the tiny carnival ride beneath her. She was filled with excitement and energy. "What are you going to eat there? Vietnamese?"

Amahle laughed, "Pho, definitely. Banh Mi, probably."

Vera looked puzzled.

"Vietnamese people." Amahle snickered.

Vera laughed, "I’ve heard they are spicy!" She paused, then added, "I wouldn't mind tagging along for that."

"That sounds like a great idea," Amahle said, "But you must learn how to squish them first before I let you in front of that camera!" She poked Vera's side, teasing the young blonde.

Vera giggled, "I have some practice!"

———

The two giant women lay comfortably in green grass of the Prater Park not far from the destroyed amusement park, the sun was slowly rising. They lazily sprawled out on the ground, like two giant lionesses resting after a particularly satisfying hunt. Amahle’s body glistening in the early sunshine—she had washed the blood and gore off in one of the many fountains. Thabo was off, returning the equipment, leaving the two girls to their own.

Vera had never seen another woman like Amahle. She was just so... much! She’s charismatic, confident… Vera could just not believe the spectacle she had just witnessed. She saw videos of the South African influencer online, so she knew what to expect. But it was something completely different to see it live. She admired how Amahle didn't just own her size but made it her entire identity. Her carefree attitude, her brutality, her ability to laugh about the darkest things was inspiring to Vera. While watching the African giantess ruthlessly devour and squish the tiny people, she imagined what it would be like to travel the world, to be free from her mother, to do whatever she wanted.

"So, you said your mother likes destruction and murder. And moaning?" Amahle asked, stretching her massive limbs in front of her, deliberately brushing Vera's side with her gigantic tits.

Vera chuckled. "Yea, she’s into herself a little too much, I guess."

"Runs in the family?" Amahle laughed.

Vera's voice turned serious, "I don't know."

The black giantess picked up on it. "Let me guess, she’s a little overbearing?"

Vera nodded. "Ever since the divorce she keeps hovering over me, all the time.” Vera’s smile faded. “She took us all the way over here,” Vera said, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and resignation, “to get away from all her problems at home.” She paused, feeling the weight of her words. “I guess she needed a change of scenery, going to Europe.” Amahle nodded, listening intently as Vera continued. “And of course," Vera added with a sigh, "she couldn’t leave me out of it, had to tug me along.”

"But sometimes," Amahle continued, "you just want to do your own thing, eh?" Amahle's eyes met Vera's with a knowing look.

"Yes!" Vera's face lit up. "That's it, exactly." Her voice brimmed with determination. "I love her and all, but I want to be my own person." Vera paused, the thought of freedom igniting something fierce inside her. "Like you. Just doing what I want, when I want."

Amahle laughed, the sound like a deep, resonating drum. "Your own world tour!" she said, nudging Vera playfully with her enormous thigh. "Ama the Devourer and her protégé, traveling the globe, making a massive mess."

Vera giggled, her spirits lifted by the thought. She leaned back on her hands, her body relaxed and content. "I’d really like that," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Girl, you just say the word," Amahle replied, her tone both teasing and sincere. "We can make it happen." She moved closer to Vera, her presence both comforting and commanding. The two giantesses lay side by side, the grass beneath them a weak cushion for their titanic forms.

Vera looked up at the sky, imagining the possibilities. "I have a feeling this trip to Europe is going to be different than all the others," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

Amahle smiled. "I like you, Vera."

Vera returned the smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Amahle asked.

“What?” Vera blushed. “I, I had…” She gulped. “No.” She forced the word out of her coarse throat.

"That's cute," Amahle said, "Because I was thinking about us two, here.” Her massive fingers traced up Vera's side, sending a shiver through the young blonde's body. “Right now."

Vera's breath caught in her throat. She stared at Amahle, wide-eyed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. The touch was firm yet gentle, commanding yet inviting. "I, uh..." She hesitated, the words stumbling over each other. "I’ve never..."

"Neither have I," Amahle admitted with a playful grin.

Amahle turned her body towards Vera, her heavy right boob sliding onto the blonde’s stomach.

Vera swallowed as she stared at the giant soft orb before her. She slowly reached out, her hand trembling and sweaty. Amahle watched her with a bemused smile.

“But what about Thabo?”

Ama smiled, “Don’t worry about him. My little Thabo is not the jealous type.”

Vera hesitated—her eyes were still fixated at the large, fleshy mountain resting on her stomach. It felt smooth and warm. Inviting. The American slowly reached out, then let her fingers sink into the smooth, dark flesh. The softness engulfed her hand, and a thrill shot through her entire body. She squeezed gently, feeling the massive weight and warmth. Amahle let out a low, approving moan, her breath whispering over Vera's skin. The sound sent shivers through Vera. Her heart raced, her body tingled. She leaned in towards Ama, her face brushing against the warmth of African’s skin, her lips tentative and trembling. "I think... I like you too," Vera whispered, her voice a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She glanced down, her blue eyes meeting Amahle's deep, inviting gaze. For a moment, everything else faded away as Vera closed her eyes and moved in for a kiss.

Amahle’s lips were soft and warm, impossibly plush. Vera had expected something rough, intimidating, perhaps overwhelming, but instead there was this gentle, yielding pressure, a slow burn of warmth melting across her own trembling lips.

Vera pressed herself against the older girl, feeling the full weight of Amahle's massive tits on her chest, feeling the warmth radiate through her body. Letting herself fall back, she pulled Ama on top of her.

Amahle needed no further encouragement. She grinned, a slow, hungry smile, and rolled onto Vera with the easy momentum of a landslide. The world compressed beneath their kiss: the soil groaned, tiny trees snapped, clumps of earth squished outward from under them, as the two caressed each other’s bodies.

It seemed like hours had passed by when Thabo’s voice yanked them out of their bliss.

“Ah, sorry to disturb you ladies, but we’ve got company!” The African man came running from the trees.

Vera turned red immediately from embarrassment, Amahle’s mood, however, instantly turned to sinister.

“What company?” The massive black girl slowly pushed herself up to her full height, her fat shifting and jiggling.

Vera sensed something was amiss and jumped up as well.

Thabo stepped up, breathing heavily. “It’s the authorities.”

Amahle was not impressed. “So? We have immunity, we’ll talk to them.”

Thabo shook his head. “I think they mean business. They’ve sent the army.”

Vera turned nervous. “Sh… should we get my mom?”

Amahle shook her head. “Vera, this is your chance to be your own person.”

Vera nodded slowly.

Amahle took charge. "Let's see what they want," her voice tinged with defiance.

They moved across the park, a conspicuous presence, the ground shaking beneath their weight, trees vanished under their steps. The distant rumble of engines grew louder, and as they reached the edge of the tree line, Vera saw them: tanks, rows of them, and military trucks filled with soldiers. The Austrian army was here, and they were ready.

Amahle waved, acting as if they were old friends. "Hello, little guys!" she called, her voice booming over the engines. "We were just finishing up a nice picnic. Something we can help you with?"

Amahle and Thabo were still completely naked and therefore even more intimidating.

The tanks came to a halt, and a megaphone-voiced soldier shouted back, his tone stern. "This is the Greater Austrian Military! You are under arrest for the destruction of the Vienna Opera House, the Prater, several dozen buildings, the National Library and the murder of thousands of citizens! Surrender immediately!"

Amahle laughed, a deep, resonating sound that echoed across the field. "Arrest us? Do you know who I am? I have diplomatic immunity!"

Vera watched with a mix of fear and excitement. The soldiers seemed unfazed by Amahle's confidence. They were here with a mission, and they had no intention of backing down.

"You are to be arrested; these are our orders" the soldier called again. "This is your final warning. Surrender now, or we will use force!"

Amahle’s expression turned sour. She took a step forward. “What do you mean ‘arrested’? We have rights, you know? You can’t just ar­–”

“NOT A STEP FURTHER!” The voice yelled, surprising even Amahle. She stopped in her tracks.

The situation was tense.

Vera stepped forward, swallowing her fears. "We are American citizens; you can't treat us like that!" Her voice rang with newfound authority. She posed with confidence, mimicking what her mother would do. Amahle looked at her with surprise, then approval.

"You're making a big mistake," Vera continued, her tone firm and unyielding. "If you so much as touch us, you’ll have to deal with the U.S. government. And trust me, you do not want that!" She crossed her arms, a defiant figure looming over the miniature army.

The soldiers hesitated, uncertainty sweeping through their ranks. The tanks remained poised, engines idling, but the threat seemed to waver.

Amahle's smile returned, wide and cunning. "You heard the girl," she said, her voice dripping with daring. "What’s it gonna be?" She stepped forward with Vera, their colossal shadows swallowing the tiny soldiers.

In the distance several explosions could be heard. Vera looked up to locate the sounds. They happened somewhere far away.

“Your immunity has been officially rescinded. By order of the Austrian government, we are to bring you in.” The metallic voice informed them.

"What?" Vera exclaimed in shock. “No, this must be a mistake…” she took a step forward, “you can not–” a high caliber shot rang out, an explosion hitting her in the stomach.

Vera's eyes widened in disbelief. She clutched her side, feeling the sting of the wound. The explosion didn't pierce her skin but left a stinging sensation that quickly turned into a burning fury inside her.

“We’ve got to go!” Amahle yelled, grabbing Vera’s arm.

“Shit!” the blonde giantess spat. “They really mean business.” She stumbled at first, but Amahle held her steady.

“Vera! Come on!”

The tanks’ engines roared to life, and the first volley of shots rang out, a deafening chorus of explosions. The shells whistled through the air, homing in on the fleeing giants.

“Thabo!” Amahle shouted. “Let’s go!”

Thabo waved, already on the run. “Right behind you!” His athletic form dodged through the trees, his voice carrying back to them.

Vera felt another sting as a grenade grazed her leg. She winced but didn’t slow down. Her thoughts raced.

The giant women crashed through the park, their massive bodies tearing through trees and flattening playgrounds. They barely made it across the street when the next barrage hit, the military relentless in their pursuit.

“We’ve got to find my mom!” Vera yelled as they ducked into the streets and alleys of Vienna.