Chapter 18: A vermin’s plea

It had been hours in there. He had slept and woken up at least twice, but he couldn’t tell if it had been long rests or naps. Probably the later, even if his mouth was parched and his bladder full, once more. And the smell in there didn’t help. It smelt like Christina, but also like whatever product she used to wash her panty. And while the former was arousing him, it was weaker than the other odor, and that one gave him a headache.

But there was nothing Matthew could do. He was a little toy, hidden by his massive owner because her even more enormous sister was a threat to him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. If only the madness in that family had been in reverse and it had been Leona the gentle – if slightly unstable – nurse! He’d have managed to be absolutely safe. And perhaps even more than that.

With a Giantess fawning over him, he’d have had a mean to deal with his former boss. Giantesses had power far beyond whatever a Small could muster, even one has deadly as Andrea. Leona would have simply crushed the overweight monster that had tried to kill him, and then they’d have lived together happily ever after. But it wasn’t reality, just a fantasy and now he had to hope he’d survive a few more days.

“Yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEEES!” came the booming voice of Leona, rattling him.

It wasn’t hard to understand what she was doing. She was pleasuring herself. Most probably by using her older and smaller sister. Matthew bit his lips. In spite of himself, even without having even seen Leona, he couldn’t help but picture the scene. She looked just like her sister, a taller – oh so much taller – version of Christina, but otherwise a twin. And she was effortlessly dominant.

Her violence would have made her even more arousing, in a terrifying way.  Where her Small sister was gently domineering, belittling you with words and acts of gentleness that made you melt in her hand, Leona would have been a cruel mistress, her heart devoid of love but filled to the brim with lust. She was probably grinding her pussy on poor Christina’s face, almost smothering her in the process.

Matthew shivered. Perhaps it was his situation, or his state of dehydration, or even some consequence of his near-death experience, but he was succumbing to a form of lust he had never experienced. The very idea of being near a Grown had always given him shivers, and Andrea had done nothing to alleviate his fears, even before she almost murdered him. But now, he had been enthralled by Christina, and Leona was clearly an even bigger presence, in all the senses of that term.

He tried to resist, he wanted… well he didn’t want to be faithful to Christina. She was more or less his savior and his abductor, after all. But he didn’t want to beat it when she was used and abused. But he was so parched and afraid and confused. He needed something to take his mind off the dangers he was in. And Leona’s roars of pure sexual pleasure? They were enough to drive him over the edge.

“Yes, you little bitch! That’s what your kind is made for! To pleasure mine!”

The voice of Leona drove him over the edge. Matthew came with a gasp. He was almost having a seizure, so exhausted and thirsty he was doing so. He could have collapsed on the panties, if he had been standing. He had been sitting on them and thus managed to steady himself. His breathing was rasped and just then his belly growled. He was so pathetic that he couldn’t help but laugh.

It was what almost doomed him. He was in a drawer, upstairs, far from the ears of Leona. And yet, she heard him laugh. He knew it because, while she had been moaning and panting, suddenly there was an eerie silence in the house. It wasn’t just that she had stopped whatever she was doing to her poor older sister. No, there was malice in this sudden calm. He tried to not even breathe, as if his life depended on it – and it did, in fact.

“There are vermin in your home” growled Leona, and even her muffled voice made Matthew’s skin crawl.

There was such a malice in those few words that they sounded far worse than whatever horror she had already said to Christina. Malice and hatred and perhaps something else, a form of jealousy? Matthew couldn’t tell just yet, and he hoped that Christina would be able to convince her sister that she had imaged things. He was too weak to be able to endure meeting a Giantess, especially one as insane as this one…

“Go pick that up. I want to see it.”

The voice was deeper, growling now. Gone was the animal pleasure it had displayed a few minutes before, while Matthew was beating it. Now, Leona was ordering her sister around, her voice the one of a regal if cruel queen. Matthew shivered and wheezed. He was already exhausted; he had no chance of surviving the ordeal that was fast approaching. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Strangely enough, he wasn’t terrified, or rather his fear was so overwhelming that it couldn’t just paralyze him. He couldn’t do anything; he had already almost been killed once. He didn’t doubt that Leona could do to him far worse than Andrea had tried to do. But he couldn’t do anything to prevent him, and while Christina had given hope for a time, he had only ever wanted to use her to escape the police and his former gang.

Perhaps, he pondered as he heard the nurse’s heavy if hesitant steps coming forward, he deserved it. He hadn’t been a good citizen. He had done things he wasn’t proud off. Now was the time for retribution. He accepted it, so desperate he was. So, when Christina opened the drawer to look at her with a face so sad it almost broke his heart, he smiled weakly and waved at her.

She was still stunning, he realized. It was a shame her sister was such a monster. He’d have loved to spend more time with her. Even with bruises on her face, a broken lip and disheveled hair, an eye almost closed and her fair skin already turning purple. And the smell. She smelt of sex, of fear, of tears. She made him hard again and when she noticed it, she gasped, but nether of them could do anything.

“Y-y-you’r-r-re as be-b-b-eau-ti-tiful a-a-as ev-ever” he managed to stutter, with a grin.

She gasped, tears welled up in her eyes, even the one closed and yet she smiled at him. She picked hum with ease and care, and lifted him to her face, above her naked and enormous bosom. She kissed him, tenderly and softly, without trying to exert her power over him – today neither of them was in the mood. And she didn’t need it anyway, she was so much taller than him that violence or open domination would have been an overkill.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how, but she heard you” she sighed. “I love you.”

He smiled again, but hadn’t the energy to answer back. He hugged her fingers, to let her know the feeling was mutual – as much as any of them could tell that they genuinely loved the other. Matthew focused on the ways he could prevent Leona from hurting her sister more because he was here. He needed to focus the Giantess’ wrath on him, as cowardly as he was. It was surprising how upcoming death could change a man, he pondered.

He wasn’t prepared for the sight of Leona however. He had expected someone looking like Christina, albeit far larger, twice the size in fact. But it wasn’t the case, not really. Leona was absolutely incredible. She made her older sister not only look small, but also average. It was hard to describe it, but Leona’s facial features gave her a naturally regal look that was lacking on Christina’s.

She was sitting, naked, her long black hair, far longer than her sister’s, pooling on the ground near her. Her eyes, of a radiant green as she looked at them both – but mostly Matthew – he realized, as he tried to breathe again. There seemed to have a light in there, in spite of her dead and terrifying tone. They seemed able to bore through the hardest stone. He gulped hard as he tried to endure it.

And that was only her face. Her skin was pal, paler than even Christina’s, looking positively alabaster. And her body. God, Matthew was hardening even more just looking at it. She was an absolute bombshell, with each breast thrice as big as Christina’s both – if Christina had been a Giantess, which meant that they truly dwarfed her sister’s body, they were massive enough that the Small woman could have almost hidden in there!

But Leona’s limbs were not those of a frail-looking super busty woman. Nor even the chubby shape one would have expected on a Normal woman with a chest approaching a tenth of hers. No, she was muscular. Very muscular, her arms looking like a thin layer over tectonic plates that were moving underneath. She didn’t need more than a finger to kill him, Matthew realized. She only needed to channel a minuscule portion of her might to end him.

And she probably wanted to end him, he could tell just by her looks alone. Her eyes were full of hatred for him. Hatred but also a sort of yearning, as if she was desperately craving something only, he could give her. But he had no idea what it was, and he felt he needed to discover it really soon if he wanted to survive. Because, in spite of everything, he wanted to live, to see the next day, if it was possible.

“So there was a vermin in here. With how cramped it is, it’s not surprising” growled the Giantess.

Now that he was face to face with her, that he wasn’t hidden and protected by the bountiful – if modest in comparison – bosom of her older sister or a drawer – Leona’s voice was absolutely terrifying. It was far more powerful than anything he had ever heard, colder than a polar storm, and full of power. It was the voice of a monster that didn’t knew it was one but was certain it was unstoppable and could get whatever it may want.

“I-I-I’m a-a-a ver-ver-verm-i-i-in” he admitted, surprising both Growns as he dared talking back to Leona. “But it-it-it’s no-no-not Chr-chr-chris-christina’s fa-fa-fault!”

He expected a swift end for speaking back to the Giantess. He expected to simply be crushed by a large hand clasping Christina’s far smaller ones he was standing on. The retribution would be swift. But nothing happened, to everyone’s surprise. Even the busty Giantess it seemed, who seemed puzzled and surprised. Her emotionless face seemed to twitch and expressed, for a moment, a genuine curiosity.

“Why does it speak like that, sister?” she asked Christina, who recoiled a little as the gaze of Leona fell on her. “Has it never learnt how to speak properly?”

“He spoke perfectly fine a few weeks ago” whispered Christina, who didn’t seem to be able to look at her sister in the face as she answered. “But he suffered a grievous injury a few days ago. He almost died, and while the implant saved his life, it couldn’t protect his brain entirely. He suffered neurological damages, that’s why he stutters. And… and he needs protection from the world!”

Leona looked at him with an unreadable face. Matthew gulped, harder than he wanted to. He couldn’t help it. In the eyes of the Giantess he saw a lack of empathy so deep he knew he wasn’t registering as something alive, let alone intelligent. He was a pest, vermin, to her. Something to be exterminated, probably to be eaten, if he had understood what she had said to Christina when the two had first met yesterday.

“Tell me more” finally commanded Leona, for it was clear she was not asking.

So Matthew told her everything, with his stutter and with his fear making it harder. But he pushed through, wanting only one thing. To save his savior. Christina didn’t deserve whatever punishment her sister probably had in mind for hiding a Normal from her. He needed to take the heat of the Giantess away from the Small. That he was a minuscule figure compared to either of them was now entirely irrelevant.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes, he stopped. He was even more parched now, exhausted and shaking. Reliving the horrible punishment dolled out by Andrea had been enough to almost bring him to tears, and he didn’t dare look at Christina, he didn’t want to see her disgusted by the fact she had aided a criminal, however bloodless his crimes had been.

“So, there is a whole criminal network, far larger than the pathetic group of trash I already disposed off the other day” mused Leona when he was finished, the faintest of smile on her pretty but chilling features. “That’s good to know. I felt sick at first eating those, but now I realize that it was my calling. It’s how I’ll ascend to a superior status! I should thank you Matthew. I won’t as you are a repulsive creature, but I’ll spare your life. You and my dearest sister deserve each other!”

And just like that, she got up and went away. She had lost her interest in both of them, and it somehow left Matthew more confused and afraid, not less. Had he done a mistake? He had saved Christina, that was for sure, but at what cost? Had he unleashed something absolutely monstrous on the whole of Gigantopia? If Leona now believed it was her calling to eat Normals, what would happen? Would there be imitators down the line?

And, perhaps worse of all, he realized as the trembling fingers of Christina closed on him and he was brough to her large bosom, where he was cradled as they both cried, was the other part of Leona’s words. She’d ascend to a superior status? By eating peoples? Was it just absolute delusion, or did she know something nobody else knew? Did she realize somehow how the Growns became what they were?

And if so, would she grow even more, only to eat bigger vermins?