“I think this is the place”
Sally
groaned as she stared over the deserted campsite. After a long night of
listening to complaints about rowdy campers, the weary park ranger was
unsurprised at the mess strewn about the campsite. Although no one could be found
at the scene, their mess left clear evidence of their activities, as beer
bottles, boxes and other trash littered the camping area. Sally slowly walked
through the campsite, searching around the empty tents and bags.
“I
got so many fucking reports last night about obnoxious people creating a ruckus
out here and the shits aren’t even here. Just up and left their trash
everyone.”
As
she walked, a crunch disturbed the quiet scene. Staring down, she stepped off
of a singed cardboard tube that had easily crushed under her heavy boot.
“Of
course, the bastards were violating the burn ban too. It’s a miracle this place
isn’t up in flames.”
With
a sigh, she grabbed the end of her long, blonde hair and threaded it through
the back of her baseball cap as a makeshift ponytail. Brushing off her khaki
ranger uniform and green cargo shorts, she reached into her backpack for a
trash bag, grumbling as she got to work cleaning up the site.
Unbeknownst
to the ranger, the campers weren’t too far away. After suddenly waking up not
much bigger than ants, the five terrified shrunken campers huddled behind a wrapper,
watching as the building sized woman entered their campsite.
“Finally,
someone’s come to rescue us!” the formerly tall man exclaimed.
“We
wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place if you hadn’t got us to smoke
that weird shit, Jacob.”
“Carlos,
Jacob, break it up!” a short blonde shouted exasperatedly.
“Can
it Cassandra.”
A
taller brunette peeked behind the wrapper and watched the gigantic ranger pick
up a broken firework launcher.
One
of the tinies stared at her, less nervous that the others. “At least she’s
pretty, she’s got a nice rack at least.”
Cassandra
slapped him, “We’re the size of bugs and all you can think of is her chest? We
should be focused on getting her attention, not how big her tits are, Marco!”
“Guys,
I don’t think she’s going to be of much help.” Jennifer murmured as she watched
her throw the tube into a trash bag.
Suddenly,
the ground began to shake. The giant woman began to walk forward towards them.
Anything unlucky to be in her path, from grass to trash to insects, found
itself quickly decimated under her hiking boots. A chorus of crunches and thuds
resonated towards them. Instinctively, four of the tinies began to sprint away.
Despite this, Cassandra cowered under the wrapper, terrified of the gargantuan
woman. Eventually, the gigantic woman stopped in front of the wrapper with a
tremendous crash. Cassandra meekly peeked out, only to look away in horror, as the
sheer scale of the ranger too much for her to bear. They knew they weren’t much
larger than the ants that meandered around the campsite, but she’d never felt
smaller in the woman’s presence. Looking again, she realized she was smaller
than the rugged sole of her massive brown boot. Looking up, the woman stretched
high into the sky, blotting out the sun with her massive form. Casandra
shuddered as she realized that the woman’s eyes were focused directly on the
wrapper she was hiding under.
“Ugh,
so many ants everywhere. I know they’re natural but leaving out food like this
attracts pests.” Sally muttered to the thousands of tiny spectators at her feet
as she lifted up her foot and swept the wrapper to the side.
Cassandra
screamed as a wave of dirt and ants washed over her as the building-sized shoe threw
dirt and the wrapper to the side, nearing burying the tiny girl. Cassandra was
in the open, and now had a full view of the giant’s disgusted sneer. Her blonde
hair glinted in the sun, giving her an almost divine appearance. Ironic, she
thought. Suddenly, her view of the giant woman was replaced with the lugged sole
of her shoe. Cassandra bolted, screaming a torrent of incoherent pleas as the
shadow enveloped her scenery. Dirt and debris rained down from the filthy boot
sole as Sally oriented herself to get the maximum number of victims.
It
wasn’t enough. No matter how far she ran, she couldn’t outrun Sally’s boot. A
tiny pebble, miniscule to any normal person, fell from the sole directly onto
Cassandra, knocking her to the ground. She opened her mouth to scream but was
silenced by hundreds of tons of rubber. Cassandra’s head and torso instantly
exploded into a thin, red paste beneath one of the lugs of Sally’s boot. Her
legs twitched briefly beneath the sole as her crushed body was pressed into the
imprint of her shoe sole. A slight twist of Sally’s foot erased any evidence of
the girl’s existence.
“Gross
bugs. These morons are lucky that no larger animals came to pay them a visit.
Damn that felt good though, wish I could do that to these punks.” Sally bent
down to pick up the wrapper, shaking the ants off before tossing it into the
trash bag.
“Damn,
gotta piss, good thing about the forest is there’s no one around to see you.”
Jacob
stared up in awe as the gargantuan woman high above him slowly dropped her pants
and underwear, exposing her stuffy pussy to the warm outdoor breeze. His eyes
were transfixed as the beautiful ranger suddenly dropped into a squat, only to
be snapped out by the powerful smell of her hairy, sweaty crotch. Instantly, he
knew what was coming, and he knew there was no escape.
“Aaah,
that feels good.”
A torrent of putrid, yellow
liquid poured from the hair-lined pussy like a smelly waterfall, creating a
horrific downpour for the helpless tiny. Instantly, the ground beneath him
became a river, as the urine flood began to wash him away. The tiny island he
found himself on was quickly overrun and he began to be washed down the river.
Over the rushing of water and the sheer blast of her bladder emptying, he could
hear her quietly humming, oblivious to the horrors just relieving herself was
creating at her feet. Jacob flailed wildly in the torrent, feebly trying to
overcome Sally’s force. The foul liquid forced its way into his nose and mouth,
causing him to choke and splutter as the ammonia washed through his body and
filled his lungs. Drowning him in her piss. Eventually, his strength gave out,
and as darkness clouded his vision, the last thing he heard was the booming
laughter of his unwitting killer, who was amused at the small insect struggling
in the lake created by the simple act of her relieving herself.
Looking
down at the dribbling yellow stream, Sally muttered, “Hm, I need to drink
something, don’t want to get dehydrated. Wiping with a napkin, she threw it
into a trash, pulled up her pants and walked away, leaving the puddle to fade
away into the dirt.
Jennifer
stared up at the towering metal cylinder in front of her. Watching her two
friends perish shook the terrified girl. Steeling her nerves, she began to
climb the metal bottle, clambering up the rugged webbing cladding on the
surface. Suddenly, everything began to shake, forcing her to desperately cling
to the side of the bottle. The appearance of a massive boot confirmed her
expectations. Massive finger beneath her wrapped around the surface and lifted
it into the sky. Looking up, she watched as the woman removed the screw cap.
“It’s
now or never” she muttered to herself.
With
one final grunt, she lifted herself onto the rim, giving her a full view of the
enormous park ranger’s face. Despite her beautiful visage from a distance, her
mouth was a gross whirlwind of slimy saliva, a terrifying world only visible to
her. Her confidence evaporated instantly as she watched gallons and gallons of
water rush into the disgusting cavern. Sally exhaled slightly, blasting her
with putrid breath from the filthy mouth of the ranger. As she stood to scream
for her attention, Jennifer slipped and plunged into the torrent. Her enormous
red lips rushed past as the helpless tiny was sucked into the nasty cavern.
Satisfied,
Sally screwed the cap on her bottle and set it down. As she returned to
cleaning up the trash, she lazily swished the water around in her mouth, toying
with the liquid in her cheeks.
Jennifer’s
world became a churning storm as the ranger swished the water around her mouth.
The tiny girl bounced around, across her slimy teeth and tongue. A torrential
current began to tear through the space, sucking all of the now-disgusting
water down her monstrous throat. Jennifer was lucky to escape the drain, but
now found herself adhered to the disgusting tongue. Scared, frustrated and
defeated, she began to cry as smelly saliva began to drip down on her. As she
began to move, a “hmph” resonated through the cavern. Suddenly, the tongue
grabbed the small girl and began to play with her, mashing her against her
slimy white teeth. Plaque and other disgusting slime coated the battered tiny
girl, as the putrid, humid cavern shattered any semblance of humanity in her.
Sally then turned to flicking the girl around, smacking her across the cavern
with a series of wet squelches. Finally, tired of the bug’s continued existing,
she flicked it backwards towards her ghastly throat. Jennifer desperately
screamed and clawed for anything to hold her down, but the slippery saliva
negated anything that could be used to grab. Instead, she found herself
plunging down through the disgusting tunnel. As she fell, the heat and stench
intensified as she fell closer and closer to her stomach.
The
inside of the organ was like a smelly furnace. As soon as Jennifer landed on a
piece of half-dissolved food, she vomited, the heat and stench overwhelming
her. Despite how dark it was, she knew how dangerous the vile goop around her
dissolving raft was. With nothing else to do, and nowhere to run, she slipped
into the acidic soup. Instantly, the acid began to work on her body. Jennifer
screamed in agony as the powerful chemicals began to melt her skin away,
dissolving the flesh instantly. Within a few moments, she sank into the foul
goop for good.
Sally
sighed, satisfied from torturing, and swallowing the insect who flew into her
mouth. Despite her hatred of bugs, she did enjoy idly tormenting the helpless
thing as she worked and sentencing the bug to her stomach amused her greatly. Almost
immediately, she forgot about her victim and returned her attention back to the
campsite.
Sally
walked by the large tent. As expected, the door was left hanging open, and the
inside was a disorganized mess of coolers and messy sleeping bags. As she
approached, a strange smell filled her nostrils, causing her to recoil for a
moment before she moved in to investigate. Digging through the mess, a small
bag filled with leaves caught her eye.
“Why
am I not surprised…” Taking a second look at the bag, she mused, “Huh, that is
not what I expected it to be…” Opening the bag, she sniffed the contents, “Yep,
smells the same as the tent. I’ll take this back to the station to analyze it.”
Shoving
the baggy into her bag, Sally returned to cleaning up the trash. The next few
minutes were uneventful, with the two remaining tinies, now fully realizing
that the gargantuan woman would only spell a certain death for them, chose to
hide out of sight. Marcos sought refuge under a bush, where the ranger’s boots
were less likely to obliterate him. Out of the corner of her eye, Sally noticed
a crumpled beer can haphazardly tossed under a tree and began to walk towards
it. The nerd whimpered in fear as the massive boots shook the ground like a
series of earthquakes, closer to a force of nature than a person like he used
to be. As she stared down at the can, he knew he couldn’t stay where he was.
With a shaky breath, he bolted for a new refuge.
The
simple act of Sally dropping to the ground seemed like a skyscraper collapsing
onto him. The bug-sized man soon found himself transfixed as Sally rapidly
descended closer and closer to his level. Her forearm hit the ground first,
shaking him out of his fixation. Looking up again, he could only watch in
horror as the ranger’s prodigious breasts fell like tan meteors onto his body.
It
felt like an asteroid crashing down onto him. As Sally got onto the ground to
fish out the can, Marcos was slammed between her khaki-clad breasts and the
ground. Despite the tremendous weight pressing down from above, the softness of
her boobs saved him from instantly splattering. Instead, as the pressure
mounted, his body slowly reached its limit. Slowly, his limbs began to shatter,
the sheer weight of the woman overcoming the softness of her boobs, slowly
crushing the tiny. As the splintering of his arms and legs wracked his mind
with overwhelming pain, he thought back to the lewd comments he had made about
her when they passed by her on the way to the camp. “They must be J-Cups at
least”, he remembered saying. His wish of touching her large breasts was
realized in the most horrific manner as the pressure reached its zenith.
Marco’s ribcage finally gave way, shredding his body. With nothing even
attempting to protect him anymore, the rest of him gave way, reducing him to a
miniscule gory smear on the shirt of the ranger.
As
Sally grabbed the can, she rose back to her feet. Brushing off the dirt from
her once-crisp uniform, a faint red streak on the tip of her finger caught her attention.
Inspecting her shirt, she found a tiny dark red splotch on her right breast. Quietly
muttering to herself, she scraped away the splotch with her thumb, erasing the
creature’s existence for good.
“That’s it, I guess. I swear to
God, if I catch any more of these punks, they’re dead.” With a harsh chuckle,
she kicked the ground, showering a nearby group of ants in dirt before stamping
down on them, crushing the creatures under her boot. Satisfied with the cleanup,
she eyed one of their chairs, abandoned like the rest of their camping gear. Sally
walked over to the chair and turned to sit down.
Carlos sat on the massive chair,
defeated. From his vantage point, he watched as the ranger callously
exterminated his friends, one by one as she cleaned up the campsite. As he
curled up and tried to forget the nightmare of the day, he suddenly snapped
back as a vast shadow enveloped the seat of the chair. Turning his head
skyward, he watched as a dark green planet slammed down into the seat, the
elasticity of the chair saving him from instantly splattering under the
ranger’s enormous ass. The former jock began wail uncontrollably in frustration
as the futility of his situation sank in deeper and deeper. Despite how rugged
her khaki shorts were, the powerful stench of her ass sweat permeated through, crushing
the last of the tiny’s spirits. The longer she sat, the sweatier his prison
became. The khaki-clad ass soon became damp and rank with sweat as the enormous
woman enjoyed her well-earned break, completely unaware of the life she was
destroying under her ass.
Sally sat silently in the chair,
enjoying the newly cleaned scenery. Bereft of obnoxious partygoers, the forest
was eerily silent, with only the faint sounds of wind to fill the empty
soundscape. As her mind wandered, she sniffed under her armpit. As her face
recoiled in disgust, thoughts of taking a shower back at the park office filled
her mind as the serenity of the forest washed over her. It had been a busy few
days, after all.
Meanwhile, Carlos was in hell.
Despite being lucky enough to not die instantly, his position directly beneath
her asscrack meant that whatever bits of air he could received while being
pressed under unstoppable force was filtered through her unwashed ass. With
nowhere to escape, Carlos was powerless to escape the sweaty prison he was
stuck in. By now, the surface beneath her ass was damp with nasty sweat, and
the ass stench only became more and more powerful. As he began to lose
consciousness, Sally shifted in her seat. As she adjusted her position, the
metal snap of her cargo shorts smashed into his head, snuffing out the tiny
instantly.
For a few more minutes, Sally sat,
content to watch the forest go by. Checking her watch, she rose to her feet and
turned to look at the chair. In the center of the seat sat the partially
crushed remains of an insect. Peering closer, she almost thought the creature
looked human, and as she dismissed those thoughts, she pressed down on it with
her finger, crushing the corpse into an unrecognizable streak. Already
forgetting the bug, she collapsed down the chair and tossed it on top of the
tent, collecting the stuff that wasn’t rubbish into one place. As she inspected
the discarded gear one more time, a bag inside the tent caught her eye. Digging
it out, a quick inspection revealed a few wallets. As she eagerly inspected
them, the ID’s of the five missing campers soon ended up in her hands. For a
moment, she stared at them, pondering the implications of the five abandoning
their money and identification. However, the memory of the trashed campsite
burned in her mind, and she let the cards fall to the ground. With no one but
herself to witness, she stomped down on the ID’s, sighing as the thin plastic
snapped under her boots. Satisfied with destroying any evidence of the campers
using the space, she tossed the broken plastic into the bag before tying it up
and placing it with the rest of the stuff to head back. Quickly pocketing any
cash she found, she tossed the wallets back into the bag before bundling up the
collapsed tent and equipment and carrying it back to her golf cart, though not
before turning back to admire the cleaned campsite, freshly returned back to
its natural state.