Chapter 13 - Bigger help

Laure was nervously waiting in an empty plain. She hated that she had to do that. She was the Commissar! She should have been a figure of authority. She was a figure of authority. And she was a Giantess, to boot! She was the one towering above everyone! Usually. Because today, she needed some help that no Giant would be able to give, and it meant turning toward the bigger Growns in town. And she hated it.

She had almost taken Dragos with her. She didn’t like to be alone with people that dwarfed her so much, and she felt that by being here, her lover would have helped her not feel too minuscule. But it would have mean exposing him to the enormous duo she was supposed to meet, and she could have none of that. She gritted her teeth, shuffling nervously. Hopefully, only one of them would show up, but she doubted it. Titans liked to rub into the face of Giants that they were four time their size, after all.

In fact, they were so massive that they just couldn’t live near Normals or Smalls at all. It would have been a disaster, everyone knew it – Giantesses already had a hard time looking where they walked in the crowded neighborhoods of the nation. But Titans and Gigantics were of another order of magnitude. And even with their impossible eyesight and the implants, they couldn’t make sure they wouldn’t trample hundreds, if not thousands, of smaller peoples if they lived with them everyday.

That power should have been intoxicating, but as far as Laure could tell, they didn’t really care about it. Cults sprouted around them of course. Some Normals couldn’t help but deify them, and the Giantess couldn’t really blame them. Titans already made her feel like a little child! And she was one of the tallest beings to ever have roamed the Earth. Normals fantasized about the power her kind had, but the taller Growns were a world apart from her.

“Hello Laure” boomed a voice, startling her.

“Someone’s jumpy” chuckled another voice, deeper and masculine.

She turned around, cursing under her breath. How she had failed to notice their approach, she couldn’t tell. She was too lost in her mind, probably. But the due of two hundred meters tall colossus that approached made her forget all about it for a moment. As much as she was loath to admit it, they were breathtaking. The bigger the Grown, the better they looked, and while she was “smoking hot” according to Dragos, she felt bland and unremarkable compared to the two that approached her.

Tamia was the one she had wanted to see most and the one she focused on first. She was absolutely stunning. Her black skin, darker than any Normals ever had, was glistening in the sun, her almost naked body for all to see in its glory. She only wore a belt and skirt around her larger hips, her body seemingly only composed of impossible curves. Laure was quite busty, with a heavier frame, but compared to her friend, she was flat.

Each of Tamia’s tits looked as massive as the Giantess whole body. The Titaness never bothered with shrinking them down. Apparently she found it bothersome and since she didn’t interact much, if at all, with Normals beyond her step-father and step-brothers, she had no problem with it. She was enjoying it even, because she attracted a lot of attention, even with her dream-like personality.

Her husband, Antony, was quite different. Where his wife looked massive, he was thin – in fact Tamia probably weighed more than twice his weight. But he didn’t look frail, he looked stunning in his own way. He barely had any fat and his muscles played under his pale skin. His long white hair and violet eyes, a deep unnatural purple – unnatural for Normals that is – completed his looks and he was just as scantily clad as his wife.

And that bulge! Laure couldn’t help but look at it – she had to look up to look at them anyway so that thing was right into her view. And she couldn’t pretend she didn’t know what he packed. Back in her younger days, before he settled with Tamia, she and Antony had had a fling. Nothing too much but she had had a hard time even sitting after a night with him – and he had loved it, finding it adorable.

“Hi Tamia, Antony” she finally replied, her voice perhaps a little too shaky. “Sorry to bother you so early…”

“You never bother” chuckled Tamia, a large smile on her face. “In fact it’s been too long, ever sine you took your job that we haven’t seen or heard about you! I was wondering if you had forgotten about us!”

“Commissar is a rather time-consuming job, my love” interjected Antony, winking at Laure who blushed a little – he truly had a captivating voice. “It must be especially hard for someone trying to clean house!”

Laure grimaced a little. They were right, of course, but she didn’t really liked admitting that she had sort of forgotten about them because her job was so consuming, but also because of their… complicated relationship. They were all friends but also something else. She wouldn’t have said she was a part of a trouple or anything like that, because she wasn’t really the equal of the two lovers but they liked to spice things up with her.

“Sorry, I have been dealing with… a lot of stuff. Both professional and personal…”

“You confessed to your little man?” asked Tamia with a soft smile. “It was about time, but I hope you didn’t brought him here today, or I’m afraid he’d be shocked by our clothes.”

“Or lack thereof” grumbled Laure. “But no, he’s not here. We’ve just started to be together, and it helped me realize something important. But I’m not sure I can really talk about it out in the wild like that.”

“That’s true, you’re in such a crowded place” chuckled Antony. “But sure, you can come home with us. We prepared a lot of stuff to do with you, Little Pea.”

* * *

Laure was gasping for air. But her friend’s monstrous breasts were on the verge of suffocating her. Each of those weighed so much more than they looked – Titan’s bodies were denser and heavier than they looked, by far. And she was one of the best endowed of the lot, so Laure’s strength wasn’t enough at all to help her here. She couldn’t even make them move. Perhaps if Tamia hadn’t been pounded by Antony she’d have managed to, however.

She knew that’ what would happen if she contacted the two of them. She always ended in such a position when she came to their home. That she had a lover of her own was of no concern to the colossus – it was hard to take into consideration the PoV of a women four times smaller than you, she guessed – she felt the same with Smalls after all and most Normals save Dragos.

She had barely managed to make them accept that penetration was a firm no for her nowadays, not an easy task in itself. She had had to promise to make them meet Dragos, something Laure was a little wary about. She didn’t doubt that her friends would want to help her relationship with the little man, but she doubted they’d use palatable methods. He wasn’t as robust as she was, so their plays would be dangerous for him, after all.

The mass pressing on her face suddenly lifted as Tamia arched her back, her moans turning into cries of extasy. The Giantess braced for impact. Tamia’s orgasm were seismic, in all the senses of the word. She knew for a fact that seismographs caught those on print. Hundreds of thousands if not millions of tons moving so violently could only produce such a result, and Antony added his considerable weight to the whole action.

Laure gasped nonetheless when she was almost sent flying. Tamia was monstrously strong, even for a Titaness. She was one of the very rare, almost unique, case of a smaller category of Growns exhibiting traits from their directly superior kind. In fact Laure only knew of none other, in the whole of Gigantopia alive today. In her case, her body was almost ten times denser than a normal Titaness. It meant that her chubby frame hid a strength enough to allow her to lift her husband with one hand, without apparent exertion.

Or, as was happening now, to send both Antony and Laure into a desperate grapple match with her curves to not be sent away like mosquitoes. As much as she was loath to admit it, the sensation was humbling. She was nothing compared to her taller friend. If Tamia ever had wanted to keep her as a pet at home, Laure wouldn’t have been able to do anything to stop her. She was simply that massive.

And she was small and weak compared to her sisters or her mother. Laure had met several times the Gigantic Celia had been nothing but adorable, well clad and all. But she had been humongous. As a child she had terrified her, she was absolutely god-like in size. In fact she had told Laure’s mother, herself an outspoken Giantess turned into a demurred little girl in her presence, that she had to make sure no one worshipped her when she went to town!

Another seismic tremor brought Laure back to the present, just in time for a great mass to suddenly weigh on her. Antony was kissing his wife, without a care in the world for her presence between their bodies. In spite of her killer curves, Laure was just a small body pillow for the Titans, who kissed tenderly, with a little grunt from Antony in the end, the mark of his own orgasm if Laure wasn’t mistaken.

“Oh, I needed that” mumbled Tamia, as her hand fell on Laure ass and started to massage it. “And you little one, did you like it?”

“Yes” confessed Laure – she was all wet between her legs after all, such display of pure power was extremely arousing for her, even if she wasn’t the one exerting it.

“Great. So now, why don’t you tell us how we can help you?” asked Tamia.

“Can’t we get clothed first?” pleaded Laure, just as Antony started to pump his wife again. “Or Not.”

“Sorry Laure. Tamia’s so beautiful after an orgasm, I just have to give her some more love” chuckled Antony, before pressing into his wife for another long bout of passionate kissing.

“There” he finally relented, leaving his wife with a sigh of regret, allowing the smell of their sex to wash over Laure, making her a tiny bit dizzy. “What’s so bad you’re all serious like that?”

Laure told them. She told them all she knew, even if it broke totally the rules a police officer, especially a Commissar like that. But she had no choice, the repercussions of that case would be too great to be contained anyway. Hopefully Antony and Tamia would be able to help her deal with it. If not, they probably knew peoples, possibly Gigantics, who would. And that’s truly what she needed now.

“So… you’re telling me we have a cannibal in town?” asked Tamia.

For the first time that she could recall, Laure was seeing her friend truly at a loss of words. Antony was even more stunned? His mouth was slightly open and he had a horrified expression on his face. Laure understood that. It went against everything Growns believed about themselves. They could be callous, or disregarding of their smaller kindred, but never in a malicious way.

It was what had allowed them to found Gigantopia in the first place. The proof that they didn’t want to rule autocratically, or even at all for most. That they only wanted to live according to the new needs their bodies gave them. Their ancestors had all demonstrated such a commitment and it’s what had prevented all out war between the Normals and the Growns. And now that peace was threatened.

“When it’ll become known, there will be riots in the streets” mumbled Tamia, who looked dead serious now, while she remained sweaty, naked and still musky. “And the other countries, that have always eyed us badly will try to use it against us. How many peoples still hate us outside Gigantopia…”

“There is a way to avoid it” interjected Laure. “We need to catch the person who did it, judge her accordingly to her crimes and admit that things need to change in Gigantopia if we want to prevent such horror from happening ever again.”

“What would you change?” asked Antony, sounding worried. “More segregation between the sizes won’t help us.”

“I know and that’s not what I want. But we need to change. Growns need to start focusing on the lives of the smaller ones, or we will only ever see a repeat of what happened in the future. As it is, relationships within the sizes are not supported by a healthy understanding of what it is to be Normals.”

“It has always been the case” noted Tamia.

“Not always. The first generations remembered what it was to be Normal-sized. They knew how dangerous they could be and they acted to appease fears. Nowadays, everyone is born her size and we don’t really share an equal starting point. Possessive feelings develops and they can devolve into something uglier, darker.”

Laure didn’t tell them that it was a little how she felt about Dragos. That she wanted him to be hers. It was difficult to reveal that she feared to share traits with a murderess of the worst sort. But she couldn’t deny it either. She’d need to work on it – all the Growns who had feelings for someone a size underneath them would, probably. But if being deeply uncomfortable was the price to pay for those weaker than her to be safe, Laure was willing to pay it.

“Such soul searching can’t be decreed by Giants, not even Titanics” reminded her Tamia, with a worried expression. “You’ll need Gigantics. And for them to do that will mean stopping their separation of power with the nation’s institutions.”

“That separation is largely cosmetic” replied the Commissar, ignoring now her own nakedness.

“I don’t think they are, not to the extant you believe them to be. You’re right, now that I have had time to ponder it, but it’ll have huge repercussions. Especially on our democracy. It may be the end of it.”

“So be it.”

And Laure meant it.