Tiny's POV:
Clyde awoke from his slumber to unfamiliar surroundings. One
minute he was on a prison transport bus, the next he was on some plastic
surface surrounded by darkness- except for the few holes of light shining
through the ceiling of his new prison. He walked around trying to find a door
or exit but every wall he felt was solid with the same material as the floor.
During his search he ran into some of the other prisoners that were on the same
bus as him.
“Carlos!” he called out to the group of men who were in the
far corner, all seeming to be waking up at the same time.
“I’m over here Clyde” Carlos replied from the group of
disoriented men.
Clyde began walking over to his friend when the plastic lid
of the prison suddenly lifted and was replaced with a blinding light. Mass
confusion took over the crowd as the light was replaced with a face- a giant
face that was smiling down at them.
The ground suddenly became slanted, and all the men began to
slide to the far corner. The plastic ground beneath them offered no grip as
they all tumbled towards the corner screaming. When the motion finally stopped,
they looked up to see the soft blue eyes of a very shocked giantess looking
down at them. Unanimously, they all screamed in fear as they were completely
unsure of what was happening. The gothic giantess reached two fingers into
their enclosure and plucked out one of the tiny prisoners.
Clyde was attempting to stand up straight when two tree
trunk like fingers picked him up and pulled him away. He tried to squirm out of
the giantess’s grasp, but her fingers held him with a solid grip. He was
suspended for a few seconds watching the giantess close the container below
him- trapping the other men inside. The world seemed like a blur as he free fell
from the giantess with black painted fingernails into the awaiting hands of the
second giantess. He landed on the soft pads of the giantess with blue eyes and
desperately tried to gain footing on the uneven surface.
Disoriented, he was only able to get up to his knees and
began pleading with the giant girl staring down at him. He yelled and screamed,
but none of what he shouted seemed to be reaching the girls ears. Her soft eyes
stared down at him and he detected compassion in her face. He was beginning to
feel safer in his surroundings when suddenly her two fingers plucked him out of
her palm. She had him by his right leg dangling him far in the air. Clyde began
to scream and try to free himself as she moved him through the air towards her.
“Please don’t eat me!” Clyde pleaded as he dangled in the
air.
The fingers stopped just below the giantess’s chin. It was
now that Clyde noticed the cameras in the distance firing off. The flashing
lights above him terrified him like lightning striking all around. The warm
breath of his captress washing over him while he thrashed between her fingers,
he was completely at her mercy. He looked down and noticed the valley of
cleavage below him. Her twin gargantuan breasts barely supported by a small
lacy bra resembled mountains below him. The dark entrance to her cleavage
looked like a canyon that was begging to swallow him whole.
He felt himself being lowered to the abyss which shot him
full of adrenaline to continue his fight. He was able to successfully dislodge
his foot from the giantess’s grip and began to free fall once again. His fall
was interrupted by the soft tissue of her right breast as he bounced into the
dark cavern of her gigantic cleavage.
After much struggling, Clyde was able to right himself so he
could look around at his surroundings. Up above was the giantess who was just
holding him. Her soft gaze was so calming that he almost forgot that he had
been shrunken, while her heartbeat continued thumping in the background of it
all. To his left and right were mountains of pale boob flesh that held him in
place in their warm embrace. In front of him was the cameras that were
shuttering constantly.
Clyde began to try to climb out of the cleavage that held
him in place when he felt the walls close slightly- pinning him with his head
sticking out. He started to panic when he heard someone in the distance give
the giantess an order that stuck fear into his soul.
“Crush him between your breasts” the voice said
nonchalantly.
“What the fuck is going on?” Clyde said to himself and began
to fight the soft embrace of the giantess bosom. He felt the heartbeat
surrounding him speed up as the pressure began to increase. He looked up at the
giantess and saw her beautiful eyes. He saw compassion, fear, and empathy in
those eyes. He could tell she did not want to end him like this. He began
shouting at her “You don’t have to do this!! I’m sorry for everything I’ve done,
I’ll do whatever you want!”
His plea landed on deaf ears as the pressure increased even
more. He felt a couple of ribs pop as he struggled to breathe. The breasts on
both sides of him started to rise and overtake his head. The last thing he saw
was the giantess looking down on him with one eye closed. He could feel blood
coming out of his mouth as he struggled to take a breath. The light began to
fade as his body collapsed between the breasts of the beautiful giantess that
he would never even know the name of. The last thing he heard was the crunching
of his bones as his body was destroyed by tons of breast tissue closing in.
Return to Normalcy?
Carrie awoke to her phone’s alarm as usual with a huge pain
in her neck. How the hell did she pass out on the floor of her kitchen?? She
rolled her neck to the left and right to release the tension built up from
sleeping on the kitchen floor when she had a sudden jolt of energy realizing
that today was a workday. With no time
to shower or clean-up she quickly made some coffee, fixed her hair, and changed
into her work clothes. While she was in the process of getting changed, she
looked at herself in her full-length mirror. It was the same reflection she saw
every day- the same Carrie, but she felt different today. She cupped her
breasts in her hands, feeling their weight, admiring the undulations they made
as she rocked them back and forth. She looked closely at the spot where the shrunken
man met his demise the day prior. All that remained was a faint reddened area,
presumably a pressure point- not noticeable to anyone but her. She let go of
her breasts and they dropped back to their usual resting position. She traced
her fingers over the spot, images from the day before flashing through her
mind. She started getting goosebumps until she shook herself out of her trance
and quickly got dressed to go to work.
When she opened her car door, she found the briefcase still
sitting there on the passenger seat. Its black leather and chrome buckles
mocked her for the sellout she was. She plugged in her phone to the stereo and
started the car. As the cold air burst on her face from the AC, she popped open
the latches on the briefcase. Sure enough, there was a mix of bills that
amounted to $6,000 in cash. She shut it closed immediately, checked her
surroundings, and decided it was best to stow the briefcase under the passenger
seat. She buckled her seatbelt up and drove the familiar road to work.
On the outside, today was just like any other day for
Carrie. The same customers ordering “the usual,” pot after pot of coffee
refills, dropping off food and picking up dirty dishes. But on the inside,
Carrie was preoccupied with the events that transpired the day before.
Sherriff Pete sat in his usual booth in the corner of the
restaurant. He was a large mustached man that had lived his entire life in the
small town he worked in. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He smiled at
Carrie, folded his newspaper and raised his coffee mug indicating that he was
ready for his third refill with his usual breakfast. Carrie nervously walked
over to him with the coffee pot in hand shaking. She felt guilty- she was now a
murderer, and now she was walking right up to an image of the law to refill his
coffee. He set his mug down and attempted to make small talk with Carrie,
almost sensing that she was not herself. As she was pouring the coffee she kept
lamenting on the prior day, and lost track of what she was doing. The sound of
coffee pouring out onto the table and the shock from the sheriff woke her from
her daydreaming state.
“Jesus Christ Carrie that’s enough for now!” he exclaimed
“I’m so sorry sheriff” Carrie said as she reached into her apron
pocket to pull out an old wash rag to clean up her mess. “I’m just really
distracted and tired today.”
Carrie finished cleaning up the mess she made and took the
now empty plates from the sheriff’s table. She was dropping them off by the
sink in the back when she noticed several black bugs crawling around the floor.
She sighed deeply, set the dishes in the sink, and put her hands on her hips.
“We really need to have someone come in here and spray this
place before the Health Department comes in for an inspection.” Carrie thought
to herself.
With that she raised her right foot over one of the bugs
that was munching on some crumbs. She stomped her foot down on the bug without
mercy. The bugs body offered nearly no resistance as it collapsed with an
audible crunch, then a splat as its internal organs were pushed through its
sides.
Carrie immediately withdrew her foot in disgust as the sound
reminded her of her photoshoot from the day before. She looked over at the
carnage that her simple movement caused to the poor unsuspecting insect. Its
body contorted in ways that it never was supposed to: legs separated, antennas
twitching, guts spilled out surrounding the carcass. She no doubt had a
matching print on the sole of her worn converse. She was starting to panic, but
she kept reminding herself that these were just common pests that had no
business being in the diner- they needed to be crushed.
Now armed with the knowledge that it is her duty to
eliminate these pests, so they don’t make it to the area where the customers
are, she actively started hunting them.
After her initial stomp, some of the nearby bugs began to
run around and scatter. Mentally preparing herself for her grisly task, she
lifted her left foot and targeted her next victim. This bug was running for the
cover of the stainless-steel sink. She dropped her foot on the creature,
wrinkling her nose in disgust. This bug too collapsed with a spurt of viscera
shooting out towards the toe section of her converse. She quickly twisted her
foot back and forth to ensure the kill and looked for her next target.
The next bug was trying to fit in the grate of the drain in
the middle of the floor- but was simply too big. She sauntered over to it and
raised her right converse to crush the pathetic thing. She slammed her foot
down on the bug and grate. When she lifted her foot to inspect the damage, she
saw that the bug was crushed in the middle section of its body by one of the
solid parts of the grate. She saw its upper limbs thrashing in pain and its
lower section motionless, hanging on by a thread. She felt pity on the poor
creature, so she decided it was best to put it out of its misery. She ground
her shoe back and forth over the grate, mincing the half-dead bug. She did this
until there was nothing left recognizable under her shoe, and the rest of the
dismembered bug parts fell down the drain.
The next bug was in the middle of the hallway, no safe place
for it in sight. She leisurely walked over to it, peering over her voluptuous
bust at the poor runner with nowhere to go. She kicked it gently to the side
with her converse. This simple motion knocked the bug a few tiles over and on
its back. She walked over to the helpless bug that was thrashing about, trying
to right itself. She felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She had been a
pretty meek girl her whole life, but now, to these helpless insects, she was a
goddess. She got to determine how they lived or died. She felt tremendously
empowered as she placed her left foot over the bug. She braced herself on her
heel and slowly lowered her foot on the bug. She held back her foots decent as
soon as she felt the counterpressure from the bug. She focused on her foot. She
could feel the tiny limbs thrashing on her sole, begging for mercy. Today,
there would be none as she slowly compressed the helpless bug beneath her shoe.
She started to feel a crunch coming on, so she backed her foot off.
The bug managed to scoot itself up towards the toe section
to where its little head was peeking out right in front of the dirt smudged toe
section with its lower half still stuck under the shoe. Carrie looked down at
the insect and decided enough was enough and pushed down hard with the toe of
her foot. The sudden increase in pressure was enough to flatten the insect
completely, popping its head off in the process. Carrie felt the same tingle in
her spine again as she dominated the poor insect. Grinding her foot back and
forth until the body offered no more resistance, she started to feel a change
in her. She stood there, mesmerized by carnage left behind by her own actions.
Carrie snapped out of it after hearing the line chef
announcing another plate of food ready to go. She grabbed a bunch of napkins
and began to clean up the mess she made in the back of the restaurant. All of
the other bugs managed to get away from her, for now. She went back to the sink
to wash her hands and resumed her daily routine.
After clocking out Carrie went back to her car to drive
home. There it was under the passenger seat, the money she made from the prior
day. Taunting her and tempting her to go back to the photo shoot tomorrow to make
some more easy money. But this time for sure, no crushing of the shrunken
people, she thought to herself as she put the vehicle in drive and made her way
back home.
Upon her arrival home, she set the briefcase on the kitchen
table. The yellowish dim light was the only light on in the room as she stared
at the money she had made the day prior. She made up her mind, slipped out her
phone from her pocket and called JT.
“Hello again, I was wondering if you wanted me to be in one of
your shoots tomorrow” she asked after the line was picked up.
“Yes, we have several clients requesting you, we would love
to have you come by again. Same place same time.”
The phone hung up leaving Carrie alone in her kitchen with
her thoughts. She sat there for 10 minutes listening to the hum of the
refrigerator contemplating her decision. She concluded that she was setting
herself up for a bright future if she kept this up. She would have her car paid
off if she did just one more shoot. Making up her mind granted her some peace,
so she stripped down, showered off and went to bed mentally preparing herself
for what is to come.