After a loud gulp, Stacy trailed the motionless lump down her throat with her finger and quietly exited the room. Upon entering the hallway, Stacy raised her eyebrows at the faint thump of music from the fourth door. The walls gently vibrated, and she felt confident enough to stop sneaking. The still-hungry giantess spread her toes as her feet relaxed.
Her hand turned the knob of the second door, and she swung it open without hesitation. Similar to the previous room, two houses sat nearby on the far side of the room. Stacy closed the door behind her, sealing the exit. The cool air chilled her skin and her nipples hardened, tiny bumps forming around her areolas. After surveying the room, she approached.
Susan was finishing up her women’s bible study, reminding the group of middle-aged women of the teachings of God. They all nodded in agreement at the words of wisdom. The women began small conversations with one another as they collected their belongings.
“Remember: Jesus will always be there for us,” Susan assured them. She closed the holy book in her hands with a thud, and the dishes rattled in the kitchen cabinets. Another, closer thud rattled the walls, a slight tremor underfoot, and the whole area went dim. Susan craned her neck to see the figure of a naked titan standing above her roofless home. The small conversations slowly stopped as all five women looked up into the sky, the giantess quietly hovering. Her massive eyes were full of glee, and she was trying to suppress a smile. Over her bulging stomach fat, two, enormous breasts hung loosely down her chest. They swayed even when the woman stood still.
“Johnathan,” Susan whispered through trembling lips. He emerged from the kitchen as he dried his hands with a towel, and his eyes followed where everyone else was looking. The room had gone silent. The giantess repositioned herself to be directly above the open house, large expanses of fat rippling from the movement, and spread her vulva with her fingers. One of the women, Jennifer, screamed at the top of her lungs. She dropped her bible and sprinted for the door, the other women beginning to panic and follow. Jennifer was first to run, but she was far too late.
“...through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil. For Thou art with me,” Susan mumbled as she held her bible tighter. Shimmering liquid spurted out from between the giant woman’s fingers miles up in the sky. The initially-slow stream of golden liquid plummeted down toward them at alarming speed and only grew in size as it approached. Susan merely blinked, and the torrent of piss was upon them. Everyone in the house was still processing the bizarre situation when the girthy stream slammed into the house with incredible force. Susan was mid-prayer, begging for salvation, when the beam of urine collided with her chest and ripped her in half. With her chest cavity vaporized, Susan’s still-cognisant head fell and was rocketed away by the torrential pee. The bible fell to the floor along with the woman’s severed hands. It violently hit the ground and opened, Susan’s lower half crumpling and slumping unnaturally in a pile of loose organs. The title Genesis 6:17 soaked through with the offending substance, the ink bleeding down the pages before being washed away.
As the giantess moved overhead, the deadly, yellow stream darted all over the room. It cut through anything it touched like a laser, and the flowing liquid filled the house like a urinal, the level rising quickly. Knick-knacks and appliances floated around in the maelstrom, the whole area littered with pages and book bindings. The splatter from the blast alone was enough to blind and debilitate everyone in the room, and they could do nothing but be washed away by the raging, splashing waves.
Stacy did her best to aim at the tiny people and forced them down like unlucky insects trapped in a toilet bowl. She relished in pushing one of them under with her forceful stream and letting them gurgle, cough, and gasp for air before she did it again. And again. And again until her bladder was empty. A woman’s lifeless body drifted within the waves as the pee trickled to a stop. Stacy eagerly got down on her knees to look into the house, several tinies still alive and thrashing to get away from her damning gaze. Her finger forced the front door open from the inside, and urine gushed out of the entrance. The vile liquid drained from the house and flushed out bodies and survivors alike.
Jennfier tried to hold onto anything her desperate fingers could grasp as the flowing rapids pushed her toward the front door. Her fingers plunged into a slimy, warm cavity, and she ripped her hand away to find the lower half of Susan’s body pushing against her. She screamed and frantically swung her arms, no longer caring about the pee splashing in her mouth and nose. Something firm slammed into her back, and knocked her forward, sending her speeding toward the open door. Jennifer fought viciously to get away, but the firm object forced her out of the opening.
The liquid spread out and soaked into the carpet beneath the small woman’s hands and knees. Tears in her eyes, she turned around to find that the object pushing her was the motionless, gurgling corpse of her friend Shelby. The drowned woman’s eyes were open and bloodshot, and her mouth sat open, dribbling the piss from her filled lungs. Jennifer gagged and averted her eyes as she got to her feet and started to run. Just keep running; don’t look back. Guilt and fear caused her stomach to lurch as she ran, but her tired legs kept digging into the carpet and pushing her forward.
All of a sudden, Jennifer was hovering over the ground. Her eyes darted around as she quickly left the ground far below. Her head was dizzy with vertigo as she looked up to see the giantess’s fingers pinching her soaked shirt and lifting her higher than a skyscraper. The tiny people looked like ants from all the way up here, and they struggled away from the front door just as she had. Her ascent stopped once she reached the largest face she had ever seen. One, horrifying eyeball studied her intently, an enormous black orb surrounded by a sea of white. The pupil suddenly snapped away to look down at another person.
Johnathan was sobbing and holding the dismembered body of his wife, Susan, in front of the house. His quivering, open mouth hissed with ragged breath, his arms readjusting to cradle what was left. Urine burned his eyes and sinuses, but his heart was in much more pain.
“I am your God, now,” Stacy stated far above, her deep voice traveling far and wide. “..and I sentence you all–” the titaness smiled and raised her foot above the grieving husband, “..to death.” Jennifer averted her eyes as Stacy slammed her foot into the ground, a sickening crunch escaping from underneath.
Ashley sat paralyzed by the scene that just unfolded outside her window, her hand covering her trembling lips. The giant woman slid her foot on the carpet, and a long, crimson trail closely followed. Viscera and long tendons caught on the red carpet fibers as they were dragged past. The other tiny survivors immediately climbed to their feet and ran as fast as they could in all directions. Ashley fumbled away from her window across the room and clamored to get to her phone. Several more tremor-inducing footsteps shook the walls as she raced past her mother in the kitchen. Ashley frantically slapped her husband awake as she collected her phone and unlocked it.
The screams of her mother drew her attention away from the phone, and she raced back into the kitchen to watch two enormous fingers lift Betsy out of her chair. In a flash, her mother was gone. Within seconds, the fingers returned and roughly felt around the room for another prize. Ashley leaped away and hid under the table. However, the ominous eye in the sky watched her every move; there was no escape. The giant woman’s fingers lifted and tossed the heavy, wooden table across the house with ease. It slammed into the walls and furniture, the legs snapping and splintering. Ashley could do naught but shield her feeble body with her arms as the dextrous fingers lowered to pluck the tiny woman from her home.
“Get the fuck away!” Dominic bellowed as he sprinted into the kitchen, knife in hand. He raised it high above his head before plunging it deep into the side of the giant finger. The blade stabbed all the way to the pommel, blood spilling out of the wound, and the offending finger instantly recoiled and knocked the man onto the ground. It vanished just as fast as it had arrived, and the ever-watching eyeball carefully studied the wounded digit. Large, red droplets rained down into the kitchen, the thick globs spraying a fine mist all over the walls and floor. Dominic looked surprised and astounded, but his expression changed when the eyeball shifted its gaze back to them. The eye narrowed, and the giant woman furrowed her brow. When the fingers returned, they moved with much more speed and carelessness. They clamped onto Ashley’s ankle, and she screamed as she was ripped away from the ground.
“No! Please no!” Dominic cried, his arms outstretched, as he watched the monster take his wife. It wasn’t long before the fingers returned for him, and they roughly collected his body despite his violent protests. As he soared thousands of feet up in the sky, he realized his mistake. The giant woman’s smile had vanished. Although Dominic expected the woman to look closely at him, only her open mouth was there to greet him. Her large lips opened to reveal a deep, dark cavern as she moved the small man inside.
The firm lips quickly compressed his stomach as the mouth closed abruptly, and he was cast into darkness. Something sharp and hard clenched down on his chest and back, drawing blood in several places. Dominic cried out for help in the darkness, but it was too late; his cries merely echoed in the empty cavern. A large, soft mass briefly drilled into his face, but quickly retreated. The sound of gallons of liquid moving erupted all around him, and the air pressure changed.
The tiny man’s hands tried to come up to cover his ears from the immense pressure, but they were pinned at his sides. His own screams suddenly cut off for him as the pressure increased and his eardrums blew out. He could taste the iron on his tongue and smell the copper in his nose as his own liquid escaped his body. The pressure changed drastically, and the man’s eyeballs bulged until they burst from their sockets. Every bit of the red matter from his eyes was sucked up into the void, and his brain soon followed. It viciously evacuated his skull from his eye sockets, ears, nose, and mouth. Spongy meat flew out of the skull and collected on the giant tongue receding in the darkness.
When Stacy stopped sucking on the man’s body, his hollow skull hung in place against the inside of her incisors. She took him out, light pouring onto the gruesome scene as pink and red chunks shimmered on her tongue. The woman took a second to savor the taste, thinly spreading the brain matter all over her tongue before swallowing slowly. Stacy brought the limp body down to her other hand which held the unfortunate tinies who had been collected.
Ashley wailed as soon as her husband’s body came into view. She didn’t bother to move or writhe around in the warm skin that held her. Her arms at her sides, the sobbing woman simply looked up with defeat.
“Here, I figured you’d want to at least say goodbye,” Stacy taunted, holding Dominic’s corpse right above Ashley. The poor woman wailed and shielded her face as the giantess rubbed the lifeless body against her. Her husband’s empty eye sockets pushed against her face, loose pieces of tendon trailing on her skin. Ashley recoiled with fear and disgust, the other tiny people averting their eyes and hoping they would not be forced to look. “Wooooooow, you really don’t want to say goodbye to your husband? Come on, kiss kiss!” Stacy repeatedly pushed Dominic’s face against the small woman’s recoiling head. “Well, okay then.”
Immense fingers whisked the man’s body back up to the giantess’s open mouth, and she bit through his chest without a second thought. The crunch was quick as the incisors severed his lower half, but the squelches and pops that followed seemed to last an eternity. Stacy chewed his hollow skull, arms, and chest cavity as she curiously watched the rest of his body. After she swallowed, she placed the rest of the body in her lips once more and sucked as hard as she could. Dominic’s insides were slurped out of him like a dumpling losing its filling. Her lips changed into a smile at the sudden burst of flavor, and she rolled the loose, soft organs around her mouth. Flattened by her heavy tongue, the organs ripped and squeezed out the juicy sacks they concealed. She darted the tip of her tongue in and out of the open body to scoop out whatever delicacies remained.
When she was satisfied, Stacy dropped the rest of the man’s body in her waiting mouth and chewed. More cracks and pops followed until the body was ground into a paste between the woman’s molars. With one final swallow, Ashley’s husband was gone.