It was finally time for your first mission, and if you were being honest, you were nervous as bloody fucking hell.
It had only been two weeks prior to this narrative that you had finally stopped the evil monster who had been terrorizing your village for far too long!--only to find your entire world awash in crimson; everyone you knew and loved was dead, and now you had joined Farcade to prevent this from ever happening again.
“Hey…”
A furry paw was placed upon your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Beside you was Kit… right, her. She was your new teammate. There was one thing you could confidently say about her: she was really fucking hot. A short, feline-esque woman, with a tiny little waist and hips that flared out sensually, and a cattish rump which you, admittedly, had fantasized about squeezing a few times over. Due to the previous mission, she was still wearing a swimsuit that left little to the imagination.
Kit had the profoundly unfair habit of looking attractive without apparently trying. Even standing there with a datapad in one paw and concern written across her face, the slight cock of her hip and lazy flick of her tail kept dragging your attention away from anything remotely mission-related.
You eyed her up and down: as your gaze moved from her ample bosom down to her perfectly flat stomach, to her plush thighs and rump, you had to cross your legs to avoid making your stiffy known.
She looked at you with her gorgeous eyes--almost coquettishly (though that was most likely your virgin delusions)--and said:
“Everything is gonna be okay. This is supposed to be a routine in-and-out mission.”
“Any, um… info on the planet?” you asked, a large lump in your throat.
“Umm…” Kit pulled out her datapad and tapped the screen a few times. “Well…”
“The answer is no,” Kaboodle said. “Why would they?”
“Kaboodle!” Kit said angrily. “But, uh, yeah, looks like we are going in blind.”
“Lovely,” you said.
The ship slowly lowered itself into the Game World.
“Huh, well, that's odd.”
“What is?” you asked.
“It seems like the entire world is a singular house.”
Indeed, when you looked around, it was absolutely a regular suburban house, with all the telltale features of a suburban house’s living room.
“Kaboodle, you stay here and man the ship,” Kit said. “Me and Y/N will look around.”
“Great,” Kaboodle said.
And so you stepped out of the ship and into the living room, but as you did so, a blinding light flashed around you.
As you awoke in a daze, disoriented, you found yourself sitting upon something soft, like… like couch leather.
What in the fuckassery?
You stood, and around you, through the bleariness, was the same alien living quarters that you had previously seen, but now seemingly a thousand times larger.
You… you had shrunk.
Was this part of the Game World? Some type of… shrinking simulator or whatever terminology the Farcade people had?
“Y/N?” a loud, feminine voice said. It was a familiar voice, with an overly sweet cadence, but now it pierced your ears.
Earthquake.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Your breath became ragged.
In front of you was Kit, only now she was a giantess. As she paced to and fro, calling your name, your eyes were immediately drawn to the way the sheer, incredible mass of her sizeable thighs, already godlike at normal height, jiggled like some cosmic phenomenon with each step she took.
“Y/N?”
Her voice rolled through the room. Not loudly. Not intentionally. It simply possessed an immense weight to it now. The couch trembled beneath you as Kit turned, one enormous ear twitching while she searched the room. Her shadow swept across the cushions like an eclipse.
Kit took a step.
Boom.
The leather beneath your feet shuddered.
Another step.
Boom.
At your new, diminutive size, even the smallest movement of her body seemed exaggerated--the sway of her hips, the lazy movement of her tail, the subtle shifting of her weight from one leg to the other. Things you had barely noticed before had become enormous, hypnotic gestures.
You were harder than you had ever been previously. Slowly and methodically, you used your wristwatch to make yourself utterly nude. You reached down to your genitalia and began to stroke.
She turned, and her rump was now in front of you, casting an eerie shadow over you.
“Good God,” you moaned.
The fur-covered rump of the goddess seemed to move in cascading waves with so little effort, which meant, despite Kit being such an athletic person, her ass consisted mostly of adipose tissue. This thought only made your painfully throbbing cock even harder. The heat seemed to radiate down upon you like her buttocks were the sun.
You should have been shouting.
You should have been waving your arms, firing your emergency beacon, doing literally anything that might prevent your new teammate from accidentally killing you.
Instead, you stared.
“Oh, come on,” you whispered to yourself. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah,” you heard another voice say.
You turned to see another humanoid figure, nude as well, sitting idly and looking up at your goddess.
“Who the fuck are you?” you asked.
“Me?” the nude man said. “I'm Jimmy Johnson. I bought a shrink ray, and I was waiting for my wife to get home, but this… oof, this gal is much hotter than me wife.”
Wait… was this the hero?
A sudden rush of apprehension seized you. You gazed up and saw Kit leaning backwards, her rump descending towards you.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh--
Plop.
--
Kit looked around; you were nowhere to be found.
“Hmm…” she thought.
She wondered who the hero of this odd world would be. It didn't seem as though there was much to it outside this house.
--
You were in horrible pain.
In an instant, as the booty cheek pressed against you, every bone in your body broke; you coughed blood; your ears were making an odd reeeeeeee noise. The texture of the buttock, the one you had been fantasizing about touching earlier, was warm and soft, and yet so damn heavy.
You felt an earthquake.
Kit was sitting up.
You could partially still see around you.
“So… worth the 400 bucks,” the male voice said.
It was the hero, in a similar condition to you, grossly misshapen, bones sticking out, blood dripping everywhere. You recoiled, as you were even sure an eye had popped out and was dangling, though it was hard to tell.
Kit began to walk around the house again. You could feel the rhythmic sways of her thigh and ass as she did so, the way the gluteus maximus would flex beneath the fat and settle with each step. At one point, her paw came down, and her nail dug beneath her fur and scratched.
You could see little skin flakes fall off.
“Hey, buddy?” the hero said.
“Yes?” you asked.
“Wanna experience something really intense?”
“Not really.”
“Too bad.”
The hero seemed to materialize a small contraption from nothing and pressed it. You then felt a tingle and shrank more.
More and more and more.
Soon enough, you were no more than the size of a grain of sand, probably even smaller. You were surrounded by a jungle of tawny fur. The flesh beneath you had thousands and thousands of craters.
Pores.
You were too weak to get up.
With a few more seismic steps, you were shaken loose, but got caught in one of the pores, slowly sinking downwards into it.
The skin began to close around you as it thought you were a contaminant; your fate was sealed: you were nothing more than an annoying pimple on a hot cat girl's ass.
--
The world shook to and fro.
“What?” Kit said, shocked. “Did the win condition happen? How? We didn't do anything. Y/N? Y/N???!?!!”
It was too late.
Swiftly, she got onto the ship, and they got the fuck out as the Game World exploded.
“So,” Kaboodle said, “where's the, uh… new guy?”
“I… don't know,” Kit said solemnly.
“Eh, you win some, you lose some,” Kaboodle said.
“I don't know what could have set off the win condition,” Kit said. “We did nothing but walk around and sit down.”
“Who knows with these things.”
“Yeah,” Kit said.
She got up and looked out the window.
The Gameoverse was a cold place.
Kit scratched absentmindedly at an itch on her rump.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Her claw caught something.
Pop.
She grimaced as she felt a gooey sensation slide down her butt.
Ew.
Butt pimple.
Giantess World
