“I guess you all got want you wanted in a way…” A pair of
sapphire-blue eyes peered into a glass case containing around 60 inch-tall people.
Though crouched, the scale of the 9ft body was still very apparent to those
under the eyes’ gaze.
“So, because of your selfishness. Vilecio is now down one
sales office, and you all are ‘organized’ in a fish tank.”
The large blonde stepped back and rose to her full height.
She crossed her arms just under her breasts and smirked.
Her 60 captives were all former sales reps at Vilecio’s Kansas
City office. One of the highest commissioned offices in the company. However,
that did not appear to be enough as the employees all sought to unionize for
better treatment of themselves and others in the company. Beyond monetary and
fringe benefits, they had hoped to influence Vilecio’s Promotion and Demotion policy.
Unfortunately for these employees, all of Vilecio’s offices were recently
remodeled to include the new SMOL Security Infrastructure. One all-hands
meeting later and the Kansas City employees were relocated to something a bit
more fitting.
As the head of Vilecio’s Security, Brenda Blakely became
responsible for the, now insignificant, dozens of people. Word had already come
down from Anne for Becky to do as she saw fit with them.
Brenda took a step forward, her high-heeled feet already
adorned with some of the tinies between her toes and under her soles. Her right
arm reached out and down into the squirming mass of people. With careful
maneuvering of her thumb and index-finger she lifted her hand from the tank. A
barely visible woman clutched in her grasp.
Brenda held the tiny being up to her eyes and watched as the
woman struggled in her grasp. She smiled as the woman’s screams were muted and
her tiny body gained no traction. Brenda squeezed slightly and observed the
woman’s body yield briefly to the pressure before relenting.
From within their tank, the remaining dozens of individuals
could only watch powerless as their coworker was torture by their captor. They
held their breaths until Brenda did something that made them all scream and
terror and run as far from her as they could in their enclosure.
With a tooth grin, Brenda winked at the woman she pinched. Brenda’s
voluminous lips peeled apart revealing the great maw of her
mouth. Her tongue slithered within, framed by her magnificently white teeth.
Brenda tilter her head back and lifted the woman above her mouth. Her eye’s
slightly cross-eyed as her prey now hung above the middle of her face. She released
her grip.
The woman screamed as she fell toward the
gigantic tongue below. Her mind thought back to her life and all the things
that led her to this point. She closed her eyes as the mouth grew larger until
she landed on the soft, moist, and hot surface of the gigantic tongue.
Brenda barely registered the little
person on her tongue, but knew she had landed perfectly. She closed her mouth,
trapping her victim in the wet darkness, but not yet doing anything. She
stepped toward the tank and stooped down once again. Her face level with the
glass walls of the enclosure. Wordlessly, Brenda opened her mouth and revealed
her captives’ tiny coworker resting on her tongue.
Within the tank, the former employee’s
all watched as Brenda toyed with her victim. The giantess stuck out her tongue,
briefly exposing her victim to fresh air before pulling it back into her mouth.
She clamped her teeth together multiple times, a deafening clack echoing in the
tank each time. They all gagged in disgust as Brenda sucked snot from her nose
to form a loogie and showed off the tiny woman trapped in the globule of mucus
and saliva.
Finally, Brenda grew bored and, without warning,
swallowed her victim. Her ears recorded the screams from within the tank. She
rose back to her full height and slowly walked back to her desk. Her living
insoles cushioning each footstep and the immense pressure they exerted. Opening
a drawer, Brenda pulled a bottle of Red Wine and flute from within. She poured the
entire bottle into the oversized glass and turned back toward her captives.
They all watched as Brenda grew closer
before she once again towered over their world.
Taking a large sip of wine, Brenda savoured
the mild sweetness before swallowing. She tilted her head down to the fish-tank
and smiled, her teeth covered an a slight red stain from the wine – an omen of
things to come.
“Now who’s ready for lunch?”
Brenda closed her eyes and smiled and
took another sip of wine. Her ears were filled with the multitude of screams
from below…