Carrie awoke to the familiar chime coming from her alarm clock. She rolled over in her bed cursing herself for making an appointment so early on her day off from the diner. She audibly yawned while walking down the hallway to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. It was just like any other day, coffee gurgling out of the drip coffee maker, the crescendo of springs contracting then releasing to launch a fresh toasted bagel, and the sunlight creeping in through the tiny crack between the window blinds. Today she decided to wear another pair of yoga pants, the same flipflops, a navy-blue bra, and another low-cut tank top. Carrie flipped through her phone while she ate her breakfast and headed out to the house on the edge of town.

As she pulled up the completely unsuspecting house, that feeling in her gut returned. She tried to not think of it and made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t kill a tiny person today. She reminded herself that she was temporarily doing this just to get ahead of her bills and get closer to her goals. Feeling motivated again, she got out of the car and knocked on the door.

JT answered again with a smile on his face. “Come in Carrie and have a seat, we have some exciting news for you.”

Carrie gave a sheepish smirk and walked past him to the dining room/ makeshift studio. Sam got up from adjusting some cameras walked over and gave Carrie a hug.

“How are you doing after everything” Sam asked?

It genuinely seemed like Sam cared for Carrie and this made Carrie feel like she could trust her.

“I.. I’m doing ok. I’m still a little unsure about all of this, but I’m here” Carrie replied

“Yeah, I remember my first time crushing a tiny, I felt so horrible for a bit, but over time I’ve gotten used to it. They aren’t people anymore to me, just a bug that is completely at my mercy.”

Carrie’s eyes widened at Sam’s casual tone while describing something so horrific. Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by JT

JT cleared his throat and said: “The same client from the other day loved your work. He has authorized significant compensation pending if you follow through with his request for today.”

“Oh great” Carrie thought to herself again. “The same sicko that gets off on gigantic boobs splattering a helpless shrunken man admires me. I really know how to pick them”.

JT continued: “This shoot will require you to be completely topless and interact with multiple shrunken men at once. Don’t worry about confidentiality, this shoot is only going to one client and cannot be shared. You also have an alias so there is no identifying information released.”

Before Carrie could object to his scandalous offer, JT brought up a suitcase with $10,000 in it, and dropped it open on the far end of the table. The cash spilled out like a rockslide, bound packs of cash thumping on the table in an unorganized heap.

Carrie stared at the pile silently, and without breaking eye contact with it, she said “I don’t feel good about hurting these shrunken men like yesterday. Could you tell me more about them? Did go out and shrink these men and then abduct them while they were helplessly scurrying around?”

JT exhaled slowly, understanding where she was coming from, and respecting her for not wanting to harm someone just for the money. “All I can tell you is that they all have a criminal background. Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, thank you,” Carrie replied feeling a little sense of relief. She was by no means an evil girl who would delight in the suffering of a shrunken man, but it was tearing her apart thinking they were innocent. It somehow made it better in her mind to know that they were criminals, needing to be punished for their wrongdoings. She glanced over to Sam who smiled back at her and mouthed “just bugs” her way.

“Now that’s out of the way, are you ready to continue?” JT asked almost impatiently.

“Yes, I think so” Carrie replied

“Excellent! Sam, once you get your angles right could you please place two tinies on the table in front of Carrie.” JT said as he walked over to his corner to observe.

As Sam popped open the same plastic container from yesterday Carrie could hear the remaining men scream in terror. Sam looked up at Carrie and said: “Ok, now is the part where we need you to take off your shirt and bra.”

Carrie pulled her tank top over her head and reached back behind her back to release the clasp keeping her bra together. As soon as she released the tension and pulled the shoulder straps off, her breasts sprung free from their confinements. They were large for her small frame, pendulous, but still perky enough to look you in the eyes when you shook her hand. Her dark maroon areolas were the perfect snow caps to the beautiful mountainscape that was her bust.

Sam stopped what she was doing, caught herself staring as Carrie was folding her tank top and placing her bra on top of it on the floor. She watched as the pendulous breasts rocked back and forth and eventually settled when Carrie took her seat at the table.

Carrie leaned on the table with her hands folded together, fingers interlocking, indicating that she was ready for further instruction. Her chin was resting on her interlocked fingers with her doe eyes innocently looking up at Sam.

Sam reached into the plastic container and pulled out two thrashing shrunken men. Carrie watched from afar as they writhed, trapped in the tattooed goth girl’s hand. They were truly helpless as Sam transported them to the table. With a smile, Sam’s palm opened up and she tilted her hand to dump them on the wooden table before Carrie. She issued the warning “Watch out, they will try to run, so just block them with your hands/ arms to keep them near you.”

Carrie nodded and Sam tilted her hand so the two naked men slipped out and fell on the table. They took a moment to adjust to their surroundings. Before them was a gigantic naked woman with an enormous bust. She sat upright so they could see under her curious gaze, down to her perfect nipples and the underboob that drooped but seemed to defy gravity all at the same time. They felt her breath on them as she tilted her head to get a better look at them. Behind them was a series of expensive cameras and lighting equipment. Behind the cameras was the giantess who they began to know as Sam- and they knew better than to cross her from her previous interactions with other shrunken men. She was known to obliterate fellow shrunken men for not getting into a specific pose in a timely manner that she requested. She did it all with that smirk on her face that sent chills down their spines.

Once they got their footing, both shrunken men immediately began to hopelessly run away from the monoliths in front of them. As they ran, flashes rung out from the dampened flashers above like fireworks lighting up a night sky. The camera shutters went off like machine guns as they found themselves in the wide-open space of the table. They were in full sprint down the table towards the pile of money at the far end when suddenly a huge pink wall slammed down in front of them. Both of them bounced off of the soft wall and got a better look at it. It was a huge hand connecting to a pale arm that connected to the half-naked woman at the end of the table. They got to their feet and began to run the other way. The table ended this way, but it seemed they would rather jump to their death than figure out how they were going to die in front of the cameras. They didn’t get much ground before another large hand slammed down in front of them- instilling into them the hopelessness of their situation.

Carrie couldn’t help but chuckle at the diminutive men on the table. The way they aimlessly scurried across the table like two little bugs running for their lives. Before they could get too far she slammed her left hand in front of them. She could barely feel them crash into her palm as they bounced back and landed on their backs. She smiled down at them as they took off in the other direction. BOOM! She slammed her right hand down this time, blocking them in. While they were struggling to get up she heard JT clear his throat to get her attention. He was holding a tablet that had the words written on it: “Command them to stop and stand still”

She glanced back at the tiny men who were planning on their next move when she said with authority “Hey! Stop running and look at me!”

The men stopped in their tracks at the sudden booming voice and gave their attention to the busty giantess at the other end of the table. Carrie looked up and saw the tablet now said “command them to stand in front of your tits”

Carrie looked back down at the shrunken men and said: “come over here and stand in front of me”

The men reluctantly walked over to Carrie’s side of the table and stood in front of her. Each step that took them closer to her made her a more and more imposing figure. She seemed to grow as they got closer. They got to where they were standing 4 inches from the edge of the table where Carrie was sitting. They could feel the heat radiating off of her body, smell the lavender scented soap she used to bathe herself with, and feel the breeze of her exhaling far above them. They looked up and saw two beautiful blue eyes staring back down at them with curiosity.

Carrie looked back up and the tablet now read “make them worship your breasts”

Carrie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders while scooting closer to the table. She rested her heavy bust on the table, boobs spilling out like a tidal wave as they adjusted to the table now supporting them. The tiny men had to back up to not be buried under the sea of titflesh now directly in front of them. The light was getting dimmer as the chandelier was getting blocked out by her breast tissue.

“Come over and kiss my nipples, worship my breasts” she commanded to the little men.

One man didn’t need any more encouragement and immediately began to kiss and rub his body on her areola area of her left breast. The other used this opportunity to run away. He was greeted by the slam of her right hand blocking him again.

“If you don’t start kissing my nipple, I’m going to squish you” she threatened.

That was all the encouragement this man needed as he turned around and immediately started kissing and rubbing on her right nipple with all his might.

Carrie didn’t plan on following through with the squishing part, but it works really well for motivating shrunken men she thought to herself. What she didn’t expect was how good it was feeling to have the two men working on her nipples. She felt a shiver down her spine and a warmth spreading from her nether region. She started to feel her nipples harden at the frantic touching of her sensitive areas.  She accidently let out a soft moan of pleasure that showed on her face as a half-smile with eyes focused on the little men at work.

The camera shutter was constant, and flashes continued to light up the room.

Carrie found herself thinking of lovers from the past, their hands running over her body, turning her on and worshiping her body like she deserved. She looked back down at the men and didn’t feel the same pity as before. Her inhibitions were lowered, and she justified herself by thinking that these guys probably were convicted of heinous crimes, some of them probably against women, so she should enjoy punishing them a little. While in her haze she rolled her head around and noticed the tablet had a new message on it “Crush them under your boobs, one at a time”

That snapped Carrie right back to the reality of the situation. This guy who paid $6,000 to watch her crush the life out of a shrunken man between her breasts was not going to pay 10k to just watch her get stimulated by two of the little guys. This “client” clearly enjoyed the destructive power of a woman’s breast when you put size ratios in the formula. She sighed deeply and tried to push her conscience away and focus on the fact that she would have her car paid off and then some.

While trying to stall to build up the courage to complete the shoot, she couldn’t help but look at the wooden table where this act was taking place. It was a standard light wood dining table, the type you would see at all the department stores 20 years ago. Who knows how many dinners were shared, projects completed, and laundry folding sessions took place over the years. It was not in anyone’s mind ever that specific table would be place where two men met their demise, under the breasts of a well-endowed waitress. She made up her mind and decided to go through with it.

Carrie looked down over her impressive bust jutting out before her. Both of her nipples were hard as rocks and were being stimulated by shrunken men at the same time. She decided that she had the element of surprise with them currently and slowly moved her left arm under the table and rested her hand on her left thigh. She would have to be quick to get them before they realize her new intention and run for it.

She suddenly arched her back and used her left hand to hold her left breast up. She leaned over the shrunken men, casting a shadow over them as she targeted her victim. The guy on the left breast was thrown back by her sudden movement and could only stare in horror of the growing shadow. Carrie tilted her head to the side to keep her eyes on the target as he started to sit up from his knocked down position. She rose over him holding her heavy breast in hand, lifting it as high as she could without hurting herself. As the shrunken man started to get to his feet, she dropped her megaton breast onto his shrunken frame.

He didn’t stand a chance. One second, he was kissing and stimulating the largest nipple he had ever seen, the next he was knocked down. He didn’t know at the time that her intention was to crush him under her womanly weight, otherwise he would have gotten up quicker. He quickly realized her intention when he saw her narrowing her eyes looking sideways over the side of her tit like he was being targeted, so he panicked and started to get up. It was too late.

Carrie’s breast slammed on the table with an audible “TWUMP” followed by the familiar cacophony of camera shutters and flashes. Her breast wobbled like a water mattress as it settled from the shock of the drop. Blood sprayed out all over her right breast as well as all over the other shrunken man (who now knows Carrie’s cruel intentions). There was a star pattern of blood that sprayed out almost a foot in each direction surrounding her breast. Carrie couldn’t believe that actually worked and she got the little man. Before she could do anything, she noticed the man from the right breast running away again.

“Fuck” she thought to herself. “I should have crushed him first, he’s the runner of the two.”

She locked eyes with the little man as he took off, now fully realizing her intention was to bury him under tons to titflesh for the sick thrills of some unknown donor. As he attempted to run away, he was met with the same pink flesh of her hand, boxing him in, pushing him back to her right breast. He screamed and fought all that he could. As soon as the hand would pull away and the breast was lifted up, he was able to run away from deadly shadow that stalked him.

Carrie stared down at her next victim and attempted to corral him closer to her kill zone. She was unsuccessful as every time she brought him close, he would book it in another direction. She couldn’t get him in the proper position as he was too squirrely. She was getting visibly frustrated and looked up at Sam for advice.

“He keeps running away, I can’t get him where I want him” she complained to Sam.

“So? Crush one of his legs or something so he stays where you want him” Sam replied nonchalantly.

The thought had never occurred to Carrie to do that to the shrunken man. Yeah, it would help her, but it felt entirely too cruel to do. The longer she fought to keep the guy where she wanted him, the more she found herself in agreement with Sam. Carrie leaned back from the table and cupped both hands in front of the shrunken man to box him in. She dragged her arms to pull him to where she wanted him, and then used her thumb and forefinger of her left hand to pin the guy down by the chest and arms. His legs were thrashing about as she slowly lowered her index finger towards his flailing legs. He heard the conversation between Sam and Carrie, and knew his situation was hopeless, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Carrie narrowed her eyes to focus on the shrunken man’s right leg. She pushed her finger down and was able to catch it under the pad of her finger. She was easily able to pin it to the table and rotate the finger up so that her nail was going to come in contact with him above the knee. She continued her descent despite his protests, and she felt his tiny leg pop as she pushed hard into the table. The little man screamed in pain and tried to fight her, but she had him pinned. The finger with the red nail polish started to rotate back and forth, grinding his leg into an unrecognizable smear. She was focused on her task and failed to notice the blood trail left by her left breast. She had been unconsciously dabbing it around the table as she completed her grisly task like a rubber stamp that was running out of ink. She lifted her finger and was satisfied with her result- the leg was completely smashed against the table. She took her fingers off his chest and leaned back to get a better view of her handy work.

The little man was going into shock, now that he was adhered to the table by his failed limb. He writhed about the best he could, cursing her out as she leaned back, still keeping those blue eyes on his suffering.

After looking him over and seeing that he wasn’t going anywhere anymore she got herself into position. He was about three inches away from the edge of the table that was closest to Carrie- perfect squishing position. Carrie began to arch her back and lean over the table, cupping her right breast in her hand hovering over the tortured man. She cast a deadly shadow over him as his flight or fight reflex was kicking in, knowing his time was over soon. He trashed harder than he ever had as he saw her face peering over the right side of her breast. Her eyes narrowed with purpose as she got into position. He gave one last scream as he felt the air pressure changing and saw the mountain of breast tissue free falling towards him. Out of all the ways he thought he was going to die, this certainly was not on the list.

Carrie was in position to end the suffering. She looked over the side of her boob and made eye contact with the doomed man. She almost felt bad for him, but she justified her actions by convincing herself that he was a criminal and must be disposed of. She also knew that he wouldn’t live long with his leg like that, so it was time to put him out of his misery. She looked over one more time, ensuring proper positioning and let her heavy right breast drop from the sky on the helpless man. She was focusing on her breast so when the heavy tit slammed into the table with a resounding “TWHUMP” she knew it was over for the little man. She felt his body collapse under her breast flesh as blood sprayed out just like the other crushed man from her left breast. She watched her titflesh roll out like soft dough as it settled on the table.

Carrie leaned back in the wooden chair and surveyed the massacre before her. There were two squashed bodies that were pancaked into the table. The blood splatter across her chest and across the table decorated the scene like a horror film. Both squashed bodies didn’t resemble their former selves in the least bit. Mangled organs strewn across shattered bones is all that was left. She looked up to JT to see him silently applauding her with a smile stretching across his face.

“annnd CUT” JT exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Wow Carrie, you really owned this one” Sam acknowledged while handing Carrie some wet wipes.

Carrie began to wipe her breasts clean of the blood and gore left behind from her most recent victims as Sam wiped the table clean. Today was much different from the other day for sure. She still felt a pang of guilt for her actions that costed the shrunken men their lives, but she felt more at ease knowing that they were criminals. She glanced over at the pile of money at the end of the table and reminded herself why she was doing it all in the first place- to get herself out of the rut she ended up in.

After Sam had finished her cleaning, Carrie stared at the clean wooden surface. Her thoughts went back to earlier when she was thinking of the history of the table. Dinner, laundry, crushing men- this table has seen it all. She got up, put her bra and tank top back on and walked over to the end of the table with the pile of money. She was collecting her compensation when JT interrupted.

“So, we have been getting several more requests to see you again, are you available tomorrow?” he asked.

“Same time, same place?” Carrie inquired, as a small smile began to rise from her lips.

“Yes, I will update you tomorrow with the details of the request from our client, but I just have one question: what size shoe are you?”

“I wear a size 7 depending on the fit.” Carrie replied. The curiosity was building inside of her as she was exiting the house/studio. Why would he need that information? She thought to herself.

“Excellent, we look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Carrie grabbed the briefcase from JT and opened her car door. As she set the briefcase on the passenger seat, she looked around her vehicle. It was old, but dependable for the most part, but now it would be hers. She put the key in the ignition and started the older vehicle up. She made a stop at the bank to deposit some of the money (not all to raise suspicions) and made her way home.

As she entered her house, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Not only would she be ahead of her bills, but her car would be paid for. Sure, she felt bad for what she was doing, but she couldn’t deny that she was a bit giddy for finally getting closer to her goals. She stripped her clothes off and went into the shower.

As the hot water streamed over her voluptuous curves, she was deep in thought. This was much easier work than she anticipated. She looked down at her toes and couldn’t remember when her last self-care day was. She had been so caught up in the grind of life that she hasn’t been able to take care of herself like she wanted. She shut off the water and decided to go to the next town over and get a manicure/ pedicure, and maybe some shopping for a new outfit simply because she deserved it. For the first time so far, she was looking forward to tomorrow, and since JT was asking about shoe size, she imagined it would have to be something about feet- so she wanted to look her best.