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New episode! This one was a commission for Yamumil, an artist you may or may not be aware of. If you're not then she specializes in mini gts and violence so that's exactly what you can expect from this story. It also has some fun references to another story series I've done called Squash Match, but you don't have to have read that to understand this. Anyway, it's two mini giantesses absolutely annihilating a lot of people. Have fun and hope you enjoy!

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Emma sat silently, staring at a wall before her. The casual observer may have assumed she was deep in thought, but she was, in truth, bored out of her mind. She’d been at this for an unknown length of time… and it felt like she’d been doing this a lot recently! Just sitting around in a sealed room, staring into nothingness. Simply existing. Doing nothing of note. At some point even her bouts of doing absolutely nothing began to look familiar. It probably wasn’t good for her psyche to spend multiple sessions painting and repainting a wall just to watch it dry in silence.

Still, she took this task seriously. She dared not touch the wall. That would mean she would have to wash her fingers afterward. Or worse! She may have to pull the paint bucket out again to apply a fresh coat! And then what if the entire room looked off? Would that really be worth it for no reason other than to satisfy a brief instance of curiosity? No, it was best to just sit silently and watch the wall dry. It would do so on its own, without her intervention. It didn’t matter that the heavy fumes in the inadequately ventilated room were beginning to give her a headache. That just confirmed that time was actually passing!

The silence was suddenly broken. Her right boob began to vibrate.

“This part has definitely happened before…” Emma whispered, reaching inside of her shirt to pull out a very warm, slightly moist phone. A couple taps later and she slapped it against her face.

“Emma! Wait, this is Emma, right? This isn’t another fake number, is it?” A woman on the other end said before Emma could even say hello.

“Yes.” She answered, recognizing the voice. It was Sammy! Her old partner for that mysterious agency she briefly worked at. The same one she’d given a fake number to contact her at upon being hired for privacy purposes. The pair of them had worked together to stop a money laundering operation disguised as a toy shop over the holiday season. Then Emma had made the mistake of sitting on a coworker’s lunch one day, and she had been fired on the spot. Since then she’d found new employment at a shipping company, as a teacher, and engaged in all sorts of other wacky misadventures.

“Great! Look, Emma, there’s something I need your help with.”

“Oh?” That was strange. Her brief flirtation with this place had ended with her being forcibly drugged and dropped off in the middle of a field. It wasn’t the best way to go out, so she wasn’t sure why they would be contacting her.

“Yes! We’ve discovered an illegal underground fighting ring. Really, really bloody, sick stuff. People get murdered there every week and tapes of the action get sold to whoever’s interested! It’s a whole operation there full of rich people paying good money to watch beautiful, athletic men and women tear other people apart without any rules.”

“Cool. Have you ever competed?”

Silence.

“No, Emma. That’s the-” Sammy said, sighing. “No. I haven’t. Because that’s bad. They have a hard time finding people who agree to death matches, so they’ll unleash their fighters onto people in the crowd, or pick up vagrants with misleading ads. I’ve been assigned to break it up, but I thought that you might want to join me. For old time’s sake, you know? And since you no longer work for the agency you’d be helpful as a ringer. Someone to come in and help me clean up the operation completely off the books.”

“Will I get paid?”

“How big are your pockets?”

“I’m not…” Emma said, looking down at the dirty shirt and shorts she was wearing. “I don’t have any pock-”

“God, it was a joke. Yes, you’ll be paid. A lot. But not until we’re done. They’ve got a whole stash of valuables there we’ll need to pilfer and destroy.” Sammy explained, sighing as she reminded herself to speak more simply to Emma. “Here’s the thing. You help me get rid of absolutely every person there and you can walk away with plenty. Since your participation will be off the record, I’m sure nobody’s going to mind if not all of the valuables are there after the fact.”

“Well, COUNT ME IN!” Emma shouted, jumping from her chair so quickly she spiked her head directly into the ceiling. “I’ve just, um. I’ll have to uh, clean up a bit first. When and where do I meet you?” She asked, running her fingers through her hair and cringing at the white streak stuck to them after.

“Tsk tsk. Emma, please. If there’s one thing I expected you to remember about the agency, it’s how secretive all of our missions are.”

That was the last thing Emma heard. The next thing she knew she was waking up, never having been realized she was ever unconscious. There was a slight stinging sensation in the back of her neck that she gently rubbed as she sat up to take in her new surroundings. She’d been lying in the back of a stretch limo, and there was a small ice back on the floor where the stinging from her neck had been centered.

“It’s amazing how well these sedatives work.”

Emma whipped her head around to look at the source of the voice, and saw her old work partner Sammy sitting there. She was every bit as tall as Emma herself, though her figure was considerably less curvy. What she lacked in the chest and hips was made up for her in a lean build that meant made her very intimidating. Particularly to anyone who she towered over, which happened to be just about everyone. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she didn’t look particularly comfortable being so hunched over inside of the vehicle.

“What are you wearing?” Emma asked, as her vision quickly began to clear up.

Emma wasn’t quite used to this. During their only mission together Sammy had been dressed in civilian clothing, but she had also seen the near-nine foot tall woman dressed up in combat gear before. Now she was wearing an elegant white dress cut dangerously low. Her cleavage was fully displayed for all to see, but since her measurements were considerably smaller than Emma’s she did not look crass, or crude in her display. The look was completed by a pair of strappy heels wrapped around her feet that looked a size too small for her.

“It’s a dress. What, have you never seen one before?” Sammy nearly spat in irritation.

“Aw. Don’t like dressing up like a real lady?” Emma taunted, rubbing the back of her aching neck. “And you could have given me some warning before, you know, sedating me.”

“Standard procedure.” Sammy replied, reaching to the seat beside her for a mirror. “I’m required to treat you the same way I would a civilian that would be extracted even if this is off the record. No special treatment.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Emma said as the limo slowed to a stop.

“Glad you understand.” Sammy said, opening the door beside her. “We don’t have much intel on the inside of this place, or specifics behind the people running it. Not that it matters. It’s all unnecessary. All we need is a building full of corpses. Got it?”

“Yeah, sure. But I’m not wearing anything nearly as nice as you-”

It was at this moment that Emma looked down at her own body. She was no longer wearing the old t-shirt and cutoffs she’d been wearing when painting before this began. She was now tightly wrapped in an elaborately detailed sky-blue outfit that was seemingly cut to show off as much skin as possible. Her breasts weren’t bared, but they were far from covered up while her ass swallowed the dental-floss thin string riding up between them. Her slight belly poked out the sides of her costume, and she felt, in a word, ridiculous.

“What the fuck is-”

“See, if I had gone in alone as was initially planned, I would’ve been the one wearing that.” Sammy said, smiling mischievously.

“Are you fuckin’ seriou-”

“Come on. We can’t waste anymore time.” Sammy said, pushing open the door and cautiously climbing out. She bent over and helped Emma out with one hand before walking to the trunk. The fanciful limo had been parked in front of an unassuming warehouse, with three large men standing in front of a door with a light above it.

“Is this really the place? I figured it would’ve been something more…”

“Positive.” Sammy said, cutting Emma off as she pulled a large briefcase from the trunk and slammed it shut. “This is the fee to compete.” She added, rejoining with the other giantess. Under normal circumstances they were roughly the same height, but with Emma wearing flat boots and Sammy opting for spiked heels she was just a bit taller now.

“Come on.” Sammy said, motioning for Emma to follow her to the only visible entrance into the warehouse. “Here’s what we know about this place: Illegal fights get held here. Illegal with a capital I, even. They recruit people through all sorts of means, and don’t give them all the details of the bouts when they sign up for. Most think they’re just in it to get tossed around for five minutes and walk out with a payday. Standard stuff to make the person doing the tossing around look tough.”

“Ooh, like a squash match?”

“…A what?”

“A squash match! Professional wrestling terminology! If they want to make someone look powerful and dominating, they set them up to win against an opponent in, like, a minute flat. With little to no offensive from the other person. The winner gets to look like a dominant force, and-”

“Is it still a squash match if one of the fighters is eight and a half feet tall and facing off against a shrimpy guy who’s four foot ten?”

“…I mean, technically. Though it wouldn’t be as effective as it would be missing the believability that the loser ever had a chance to begin with. That, and- wait, is that why I’m dressed like this? Am I going to be fighting someone that big?”

Sammy smiled.

“Don’t worry, Emma. You’ll do great.”

“I don’t know anything about fighting, though! At least, not against someone who would feasibly stand a chance against me! No way. I’m not doing this anymore.” Emma protested, folding her arms under her chest and stopping. “I figured you’d know from experience that I can only win a fight that’s not fair! How am I supposed to hold my own against someone my size?”

“Relax, Emma. There’s nothing to worry about. See, these people did have a fighter who was about your size until very recently.” Sammy continued. “Heck, she looked a lot like you too. Though her outfit was purple, and she didn’t need glasses.”

“…And?”

“She left recently. Cause a big stink when she moved on to greener pastures, too. She was a big draw too, so without their star performer mixing sex and violence into one erotic bloodbath they’ve begun focusing on the bloody stuff. Real heinous foolishness takes place in these rings, The audience pays top dollar to watch it live, and even more to walk away with a copy to view anytime they like. Anyway, none of that really matters. Without their former star performer you won’t exactly be in any fair fights tonight.”


“Well, I guess that won’t be so bad.”

“Yes. Because again, that would mean I would be the one in that outfit.” Sammy said, walking once again.

Emma scowled. She’d completely failed at the martial arts portion of her application to work for this mysterious agency when she’d applied. She’d only been accepted as, due to her incredible size, she effortlessly overpowered anyone who attempted to fight her regardless of their level of skill.

“It’ll be just like the mall. You’ll go up there and tear people apart. Quite literally if you feel like it. While you’re doing that I’ll secure the perimeter and make sure that nobody who is inside can leave. I’ll join once that’s taken care of, and then we’ll be done. Got it?”

“I guess…” Emma said, stopping in front of the doors. Sammy handed the men the briefcase, and the two armed guards walked around the building with it. Once they were out of sight the remaining guard motioned for the two giantesses to enter. Emma dropped to all fours to do so, while Sammy grabbed the man by the head and crushed it in her powerful hands. A second later and his body was tossed onto the roof, all unknown to Emma as she followed a few seconds later.

The inside of the warehouse was a completely different scene from the outside. A brightly illuminated ring stood in the center of the vast room, and a crowd of dozens had gathered around it. Many were dressed down, presumably to avoid being recognized if they were all as wealthy and elite as Sammy had suggested.

“WHAT’S THIS?! IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A NEW CHALLENGER!” a voice boomed over the speakers set up all over the room. A pair of spotlights spun around and focused on Emma who had to shield her eyes from the incredible brightness. What was she supposed to do now? Just… go up to the ring? She really should have gotten more specifics before walking inside!

“BACK FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY, IT’S EVERYONE’S FAVORITE. THAT BROWN MISTRESS OF MAYHEM. THE TOWERING TITANESS OF TERROR. LET’S GIVE UP FOR EVERYONE’S FAVORITE, MIRANDA THE MASHER!!!”

Scattered applause followed the declaration while Emma walked up to wrestling ring set up in the middle of the room. The crowd parted around her like the red sea as she moved forward, and before she knew it she had stepped over the ropes from floor level to enter the ring.

CRRRUNCH

Emma squeaked, and looked down. There had been a body lying where she’d placed her foot! What looked to be the remains of a woman had been splattered all over the bottom of her boot, and now dripped onto the floor. Grimacing in disgust, Emma convinced herself that this poor soul had already perished before she’d entered the ring and shifted focus to her opponent. A lithe young man rippling with muscles held his hands up to his face as Emma’s turned to look at him. His knuckles were bloodied, making it clear that he’d been responsible for that poor woman’s fate before she’d entered.

“Oops.” Emma whispered, looking back out into the crowd. She quickly spotted Sammy slinking around in the distant shadows. She was twisting door handles, crushing frames, and otherwise making sure there was no easy way to escape. That must mean it was up to her to keep the fights going on long enough for Sammy to finish the job?”

“AND SHE APOLOGIZES! THAT’S UNCHARACTERISTIC OF HER, ISN’T THAT RIGHT FOLKS?!”

More scattered applause followed while Emma looked over at the announcer. The man holding the mic was standing behind a table and looked to be the most enthusiastic person in the room by a wide margin, which was strange as he looked like an average every day salaryman. Completely unremarkable and totally unbefitting of his strange level of enthusiasm.

“WELL WE JUST WITNESSED OUR CURRENT CHAMPION, FURIOUS FREDDIE FETTUCCINE DISMANTLE AN UNLUCKY WOMAN FROM THE AUDIENCE TONIGHT. BUT WILL HE STAND A CHANCE AGAINST A FORMER, LONG-RUNNING CHAMPION? OR IS FURIOUS FREDDIE GOING TO BE SERVED AL DENTE?!”

“Um, actually!” Emma interrupted, raising an arm nervously. “I’m, um, I’m Emma. I’m not-”

The announcer looked at her with an eyebrow raised in confusion, then resumed screaming.

“RIGHT. LET’S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!” he shouted over the speakers again, followed by an ear-ringing bell sounding the start of the fight.

Emma’s opponent wasted no time. With all the fury of a chicken with its head cut off he sprinted across the ring to reach the woman who towered several feet above him and undoubtedly weighted three to four times more than he did. He was confident and practiced in his movements as he rapidly spun in place directly in front of the giant woman. He was lost in the shadows under her massive chest, so Emma had no idea what the minuscule little thing was hoping to accomplish.

“OOH WE’VE SEEN THIS MOVE BEFORE! HE CALLS IT THE ‘KIHOP’ BUT I THINK WE’D ALL BE MORE FAMILIAR WITH ITS TRANSLATION, ‘THE WORLD’S STRONGEST LOW KICK!”

Emma swore she could hear lightning crackle through the air as the man delivered a devastatingly powerful kick directly to her shin. A resounding CRACK echoed through the room, making Emma flinch as the audience came to life.

The giantess was relieved when pain did not flash through her entire system. There had been so much pomp and circumstance packed into that blow she’d expected to be brought to one knee after the impact. Instead it was her opponent who fell backwards, his leg wobbling in a nauseating manner below the knee. In attempting to break her shin he’d only succeeded in shattering his own. His arms flailed as he tried to prevent himself from falling over, but losing that fight was inevitable.

As the broken man fell a spurt of blood shot from his ruined leg, spraying Emma’s pristine boots. She gasped as the blood began to soak into the thin material, making her feet warm, and sticky. Groaning in irritation she bent over to take them off, and relieve herself. They weren’t offering any sort of protection anyway, as her costume didn’t appear to have any pads or shin guards anyway. She supposed it was obvious why now that she’d seen what could happen if a supposedly trained fighter attempted to kick her as hard as possible, but she’d still have liked some form of protection.

“AND FRANKIE FETTUCCINE GOES DOWN! IS MIRANDA GOING TO FINISH HIM OFF? OR IS SHE GOING TO SPARE HIM?!”

Shrugging her shoulders, Emma tossed her bloodied boots into the crowd behind her. Now that she stood over the man holding onto his ruined leg for dear life she began to wonder how best to go about this. But as he lie there bawling his eyes out and clutching a still-wobbly leg she couldn’t help but feel something resembling sympathy. Seeing someone so well-built in such a pathetic state made it difficult for her to act as the heartless killing machine she was set up to be, but upon reminding herself that, had this man’s plan succeeded, he would have never shown her the same kindness stopped that. In fact, he’d just finished breaking apart a woman before she’d even stepped into the ring! Sure, it was Emma who turned that woman into a bloody footprint, but that was besides the point! She hadn’t done it intentionally!

“Emma raised one foot high over the man’s head, allowing him to get a good look at the bottom of her sole. It was so big compared to him, and the woman it was attached to was every bit as massive. Any part of Emma’s gigantic form falling onto him from a standing position would have undoubtedly crushed the life from his body, but she’d chosen to use her foot and with a swift stomp she slammed it onto the floor.

The crowd reacted positively to the show of violence, cheering as his head exploded like an overripe gourd under her toes. Emma pursed her lips, and raised her arms over her head. The crowd cheered even more loudly while the announcer began to count to three for some reason.

DING DING DING DING!!!

“THE WINNER, BY FATALITY, IS MASH-”

“IT’S EMMA!” She shouted, interrupting him this time.

“DOES ANYONE IN THE AUDIENCE WANT TO TAKE ON OUR NEW CHAMPION?” The announcer shouted, ignoring Emma’s protests once again. In an instant two drunken men from the crowd rushed the ring, eager to take on the towering woman who looked ready to burst from her outfit.

“IT’S OPEN MIC NIGHT AT THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE’VE GOT TWO NEW PIGLETS! LET’S NOT WASTE ANYMORE TIME!!!”

The bell dinged three times. Both men rushed Emma at once with the mindset of football players. Neither was anything resembling muscular like the first man she’d so thoroughly crushed under her toes, but either one of them charging any normal person would have been cause for concern.

Neither had any effect. Combined they had barely nudged the woman. Now each was wrapping their arms around one of her massively meaty thighs, but she was unmoved. After a few seconds with no progress being made they changed up their tactics. One moved up to try and wrap his arms around Emma’s waist as best he could in an earnest attempt to throw her backwards. The other was more wiry, and had taken this opportunity to crawl up the giant woman’s arm like a monkey and pull her down with all his might.

“Why would anyone watch this…?” Emma thought to herself, lifting an arm and effortlessly carrying the thin, scrabbling man up with it. She looked at his frail form as he again switched up his strategy to attempt to bring her into something that resembled a basic armbar. It certainly didn’t hurt.

“OOH, IT LOOKS LIKE OUR CHAMPION’S IN TROUBLE!”

Emma frowned. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders she grabbed the man holding her arm tight with her other hand, and dropped him onto the floor. The fall was enough to knock the wind from him, and he writhed on the floor for several seconds while Emma grabbed hold of the man hugging her waist and pried him away. She moved his body up higher so his face was mashed between her all-consuming, and held him in place.

The crowd began to cheer. Then, with one casual drop Emma fell forward, dropping her entire tremendous body onto both men at once. The one she’d been holding between her breasts was sandwiched between her massive body and the one already on the floor. Half a second and one meaty crunch later confirmed that neither pathetic excuse for an opponent would be able to continue.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINCREDIBLE! EVEN WHEN FIGHTING AGAINST TWO OPPONENTS AT ONCE IT SEEMS LIKE NOTHING CAN STOP OUR CHAMPION!”

Emma smiled, and waved to the crowd while still lying down. Though she thought this was all pathetically easy, she did rather enjoy the praise she got considering how little effort she put forth. She’d have liked to keep this going for awhile longer, but as she waved she saw an enormous body carve through the crowd at top speed. She jumped to her own feet right as the immaculately dressed Sammy leapt into the ring.

“Ready.” Sammy whispered, as she waved to the crowd.

“A NEW CHALLENGER ALREADY? AND THIS IS SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE’LL GIVE OUR CHAMPION A TOUGH TIME! LET’S SEE IF SHE CAN HOLD OUT AGAINST…” the announcer shouted jumping from his seat to bring the mic closer to the new giantess.

“SAMMY THE SQUISHER!” She shouted, before grabbing hold of the announcer’s arm. Before anyone could react she ripped him from his place outside of the ring and threw his fragile little body onto the floor between herself and Emma. Shell-shocked, the stunned man gasped for air, but a series of rapid stomps from Sammy worked to crush the man’s torso flat. Then, as if he were her opponent Sammy lifted both her arms up into the air and cheered.

The crowd came alive all at once, but not out of excitement over the carnage that had just taken place. Some were confused, wondering if they’d just witnessed something that wasn’t supposed to happen. Others remained convinced that this was all planned as part of the show.

“Are you ready?” Sammy asked, leaning back as she kicked her messy heels off. The oversized footwear soared over the ring’s ropes and collided with a member of the audience, splattering their clothes them with the announcer’s still-wet remains.

“I’m ready. I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I mean. Are we ever truly ready for anything? Like, what if a tank rolled in here right now. I don’t know if I would be able to handle that. Or what if-”

Sammy rolled her eyes, and shoved Emma. The suddenness of it caught the gigantic woman off guard, and the relatively low height of the ring ropes sent her into a tailspin over the edge and into the crowd below.

Nearly half a dozen in the audience got their confirmation that this was not, in fact, part of the show. They hadn’t agreed to participate in any part of this, and now, as a woman nearly twice as tall as any one of them was falling onto them like the world’s worst performed wrestling maneuver, they all raised their hands in an attempt to slow it.

It didn’t work.

Emma hit the ground so hard absolutely everyone in the crowd temporarily lost their footing. Many prevented themselves from falling over completely, but those unlucky enough to find their way directly under Emma were squelched like overly full ketchup packets. Fountains of viscera rocketed out from underneath the heavy woman in every direction, soaking those who had been fortunate enough to be standing just outside of range.

All hell broke loose after that. Audience participation had always been voluntary before! Those furthest in the back quickly made it to the exits spread around the large warehouse, only to discover they weren’t able to use them. Doorways twisted and gnarled beyond usage met with heavy immovable doors. It would certainly be possible to escape, but not without spending a considerable amount of time undoing the damage that one woman had done prior.

They were effectively trapped. Word spread quickly while Emma slowly stood for what felt like the tenth time in the last hour, and Sammy leapt from the ring. In the blink of an eye the huge blonde wrapped her long, elegant fingers around the head of one woman she’d landed directly in front of. With a casual flex of her right arm, Sammy felt the woman’s skull crack loudly, and the little thing’s pretty brown hair was instantly tinted red.

“LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!” Sammy shouted, tossing the writhing woman aside and charging those who were still trying to make the doors work with an eagerness unbecoming a woman her size.

“THAT’S BOXING! NOT WRESTLING!” Emma shouted, while Sammy moved ahead and began cutting her way through the crowd like a lawnmower. Frowning, Emma looked at those who were still in her immediate surroundings. Some people were still standing nearby. Perhaps they assumed she wouldn’t notice them if they didn’t draw any attention to themselves?

Emma sighed. Was that really their plan? She rolled her eyes before lifting one big leg and delivering a powerful kick to the man nearest her. He instantly rocketed backwards, his chest caved in from the casual blow and bowled over a small group who were still running.

Sammy, meanwhile, was moving quickly and efficiently. Years of working in the field meant no individual stood before her for longer than a few seconds. Her expertly trained hands grabbed one man by the neck, and crushed it with her slender fingers. The next second she kicked over a woman who started screaming at what she’d just witnessed, and sent her flying towards the doors so quickly she essentially exploded like a big red water balloon on contact. The splash temporarily stopped the burly men who were trying to force the door open long enough for Sammy to reach them.

Still blinded by the blood sprayed into their eyes the men were helpless before the near-nine foot tall woman who’d just come within striking range. Sammy knew the job she’d done wouldn’t keep those doors immovable permanently, but it afforded her more than enough time to work through large swaths of the crowd before a single one could leave.

One punch and the satisfying sensation of a vertebra cracking under her power sent Sammy’s heart fluttering. She raised one big foot and kicked into the next man with so much strength she felt her toes touch the cool stone of the wall behind him. The third she simply grabbed with her still-wet hands, and shoved his face between her huge legs.

“How are you holding up back there?” Sammy shouted back, tensing up and flattening the cranium she’d cradled between her legs.

“UHH, OKAY. I GUESS.” Emma said, just as a man she was facing down pulled out a small knife. Was that really this guy’s plan? Part of her was tempted to just let him stab her and see how much good it did, but the not-wanting-to-get-stabbed part of her brain won that argument pretty quickly.

Emma’s great size allowed her a reach considerably farther than most people, and a casual swat ended with the man’s arm cracking loudly. He cried out in pain at the suddenness of the attack, and began backing away in a cowardly manner.

“God. I should have never been fired from this job.” Emma said, strolling after the weakened man’s slow gait. Before he could even make it halfway to one of the exits she stuck her bare toes out in front of his scurrying legs, sending him to the floor in a whiny pile. One second later her massive foot stepped onto the base of his spine as she walked on him like a laid-out carpet before her. While he cried out in protest Emma’s toes scrunched on his back, savoring the sensations of his bones cracking and falling apart under her tread.

“Miss! Please!”

Emma whipped her head around, confused at the shouting that wasn’t a plea for mercy or a cry of pain. A man had run up to her with a wallet held open. His small hands grabbed absolutely every single bill inside of it while he pleaded her her to take it and spare him. She would have considered this, if she weren’t busy watching Sammy make her way over. What was once a crowd had been reduced to stragglers and it looked like her friend had gotten to take care of most of them.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Emma shouted through cupped hands as Sammy grabbed a petite woman around the waist, then drove her head-first into the hard cement floor with a messy explosion. “YOU SHOULD SAVE SOME FOR ME!”

“This isn’t a competition! It’s first come first serve!” Sammy explained, picking up the next man she saw by the legs, then bending him backwards until his spine shattered.

“PLEASE! MISS! I’LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HA-”

Emma backhanded the man, tired of hearing him speak. His neck cracked on impact leaving the light to fade from his eyes before he fell to the floor in a silent pile. Her attempts at conversation with Sammy had only wasted more time, allowing her fellow giantess time to grab the last living member of what had once been a bustling room full of people.

“LET ME GO!” A shrill woman squeaked as Sammy wrapped both of her enormous hands around the woman’s midsection, and squeezed. Higher-pitched screams echoed through the now-empty room before the broken woman was dropped onto the floor, coughing blood.

This lasted for all of a second before Sammy stepped over the injured woman. For a second the worm’s-eye view of the giant woman was all she could see, while raising a hand in protest. Then Sammy dropped, allowing her colossal butt to work like a significantly faster hydraulic press. The woman’s upper body was spiked into the floor, leaving nothing but a slight indentation in the floor that soon filled with her remains. A fitting monument to their brief encounter together.

“This is why you were fired, Emma.” Sammy laughed, standing to her feet and dusting herself off. Not that it made any difference, as her dress was so caked in quickly-drying remains most people would have never guessed it was once white.

“No.” Emma said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms under breasts that had shaken free from their inadequate confines at some point during this encounter. “I was fired because I sat on Eve’s lunch. And she really didn’t appreciate that, and-”

“You also broke one of the tables.” Sammy added, helpfully.

“I THOUGHT IT WAS A SEAT!” Emma protested, before sighing in defeat. There had been a designated seating area for women of her stature at the agency, but she had been unaware of that and crushed one of the tables reserved for the rest of the workers under her backside while a fellow worker had placed her lunch on it temporarily. It was as if fate had conspired to make sure she didn’t stay there for longer than one mission!

“Yeah, well, that takes care of everyone here. You ready to finish up?” Sammy said, checking a device on her wrist.

“I guess, but where do we go?”

“Tracking device in the briefcase I handed over before getting in. Come on, Emma. This is basic stuff!”

“Oh.” Emma said, slightly embarrassed that hadn’t been obvious. “Well, are you going to wear that dress the whole time?”

“At least I’m still covered up!” Sammy protested, poking a finger into one of Emma’s boobs. “And besides, do I look like I brought a change of clothes?” A soft beeping began coming from her wrist as she followed it to one of the doors she’d broken earlier.

“Ugh. More doors.” Emma said upon realizing where the beeps were leading. “Let’s just get this over with…” She added, turning and charging the doorway with a shoulder. If she had been just a bit smaller that could have ended up poorly, but her fantastic size was easily able to blow through the solid brick wall surrounding the metal door frame.

“Tada!” Emma proclaimed, followed quickly by coughing as the dust from her brief act of heroism filled her lungs. Sammy followed, and the two found themselves staring down three men hauling steel cases filled with cash and assorted valuables. Two were armed, while the other was dressed more nicely while smoking a big cigar.

“STOP! YOU’RE UNDER ARRE-” Emma said, before squinting her eyes shut from more of the dust.

Sammy didn’t wait. She rushed past the other giant woman and punted one of the armed men mid-sprint. The other pointed his gun at her, but she grabbed both his weapon and the hand holding it in one fell swoop. Before he could even fall over from the brutal assault she had stepped onto his his legs, shattering both in an instant and rendering him helpless before the powerful woman.

“Who the fuck are these two giant bi-” The last man standing shouted. It was obvious he was the leader of the operation, or at least someone who liked to think of himself as one. He began fishing around in the pockets of the jacket he wore for his own pistol, and pointed it directly at Sammy as she was finally bringing her heel down to crush the skull of the man still writhing on the floor.

He never got to pull the trigger. Emma, fed up with Sammy’s constant kill-stealing had rushed forward through her coughing fit and delivered a devastating karate chop to the man’s outstretched arm. His elbow flopped about uselessly as the gun dropped to the floor, before the dusky-skinned giantess picked him up and hugged him to her chest.

“HA! Sammy! I’ve got the last one!” Emma shouted, shoving the man’s face between her massive breasts to muffle his protests. “What do you have to say about tha-”

Sammy immediately turned around and stared down Emma with a glint in her eye. She tried to protest what she knew was coming, but the blonde giantess was far too fast.

Half a second later Sammy’s enormous foot crashed into the back of the man Emma was holding. Though that kick held enough power to shatter every bone in his body and crush every vital organ at once, it was only strong enough to knock Emma off balance and send the other giant woman crashing to the floor.

“Sorry. I only meant to hit him.” Sammy said as she walked over to help Emma up.

“B-Bullshit.” Emma groaned, rubbing her sore chest as a man’s messy remains slopped away. She didn’t feel like she’d broken anything, but she’d certainly felt that impact. She made a mental note to get Sammy back for that one later. Sometime when she least expected it, she thought, while accepting her friend’s helping hand up.

“You can’t prove I didn’t!” Sammy said, flashing a winning smile at the other giantess as she resumed her walk to one of the exits. “Let’s get back outside.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Emma said, rubbing her midsection once again as she crawled out through doors far too small for her. She’d only made it halfway through when she felt a sharp sting in her ass.

Once again, Emma awoke somewhere different from her last memory. She was lying on her back in the limo again, and groaned in annoyance. Did she really have to be knocked out like that every time?!

“You up for a drink?”

Emma raised her head and looked at Sammy, who was cleaned up and back in civilian clothing. The other woman smiled at her, and opened the door. They’d been parked in front of an old, run-down bar and the monolithic woman climbed out of the vehicle before reaching in to help Emma out.

“Wait, my clothes. I’m still-”

“Relax.” Sammy said, brushing some lint from Emma’s shoulder. As before Emma had been cleaned and was back in some of her own clothes from home to look like nothing had happened at all. It did feel like a great invasion of privacy for them to be able to do this to her while she slept, but rules were rules, she supposed.

“You know that’s really not cool.”

“Standard protocol.” Sammy said, pulling a small pair of sunglasses out from her jacket’s pocket and putting them on. “You know how it is.”

“Standard my ass.” Emma grumbled. “What did you even need my help for, anyway? It sure looked like you could have handled that without me.” She asked, rubbing the still-sore part of her ass.

“I didn’t need your help.”

“Then why-”

At that exact moment a powerful explosion sounded off in the distance. Thick plumes of smoke instantly began to appear far away, and Emma assumed that was where they’d just finished their work.

“It’s more fun doing this with a partner.” Sammy said, patting Emma on the back. “And everyone else I work with is boring, or creepy.”

“Fair enough. I am pretty great.” Emma bragged. “So can I help with another assignment? You know, in the future, or something?”

Sammy stopped, and thought about the question. She looked up into the night sky, towards the plumes of smoke in the distance. A second, even louder explosion occurred in the distance so powerful it shook some of the crunchy gravel they were standing in.

“Of course.” She finally answered, smiling warmly.
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