Cara's Closet
Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2022 5:51 pm
This story is a re-write of the most popular story on my old giantessworld account. Hope you enjoy. It's not finished yet, but I want to post it around a little in its current form.
1. Becca's Drawer
It had been a very long day for Becca. She had spent about ten hours at school that day, between class and lab, and felt that she’d earned a break, after that and all the other work she’d done in the past week. And she knew exactly what she’d do for that break.
She walked into her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She closed the windows and pulled down the shades. She turned the lights on and stripped out of her clothes. Her tank top was the first to go, and she threw it carelessly onto the floor, where it landed in a hamper with her other dirty clothes. Her skirt came next, falling around her legs slowly, twirling as it came to rest on the ground. She removed her bra and threw it onto her bed. She took off her panties, finally, and threw them into the hamper as well. When everything was off, she licked her finger and started to slowly rub her clitoris.
She had a stunning figure. Standing a few inches short of six feet, she had the tanned skin and dark hair of a goddess. Her breasts were perfectly round, the D-cups that everyone around her always seemed to be dreaming of, given how much they stared at her. Her ass was like two basketballs jutting out from the rest of her body, sometimes warped in shape by the gravity of her body’s physical perfection, but always perfect, in the way that only asses can be. She was utterly beautiful.
She walked over to her dresser and opened the third drawer from the top slowly, looking down into it with a hunger in her eyes. Contained within the drawer was a tiny city. The metropolis stretched from one end of the drawer to the other. Every few days, Becca devoured, demolished, and otherwise destroyed it; every few days, it reappeared, almost exactly as it had been before. These cities were common in her world. None of them had names. There were many people with strange sexual needs, and there were just as many people willing to cater to them, or find ways to ensure that they were catered to. The cities were but one way that this was done. There were transformation booths, shrink rays, all sorts of things on her world. But Becca’s one vice was the tiny city she kept in her drawer, completely secret from her parents and most of her friends.
She pressed a button on the dresser and the city emerged from the drawer, propelled through the air on a propulsion field, moving over to her enormous bed. When it was in place, Becca prepared to lie down on it…
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Hannah looked up in the sky, again seeing the face of the girl she and many millions of other souls stuck in the City had come to love, fear, and worship as a goddess. Every day, it seemed, they were all killed in the Goddess’ strange rampage, and every day they woke up perfectly fine, just as they had before dying. It was a very strange way to live, but Hannah had learned to live with it. It wasn’t so bad, once you got used to it. There were only a few females left in the city who were not bisexual, or outright lesbians. Even they were sometimes caught staring at their Goddess’ curves, or lost in her eyes as she loomed over them. Her lumbering form was the most obvious sex symbol in their world. Men, of course, worshiped her fervently to a fault. The few among them who preferred the company of men tended to stay underground, in the deep shelters, to avoid “having to confront the Absolute Feminine in all its unholy terror,” as their leading intellectuals liked to say.
As the goddess smiled down on the city, the enormous, implacable hunger visible on her face, Hannah stared back at her and crossed her hands over her body, taking her right breast in her left hand and her left in her right. This was the sign of veneration in the presence of the Goddess, meant to please their enormous owner. Her Goddess had no idea that any of the tiny people living in her city had these little ritualistic habits, and she wouldn’t have cared if she did. They were sex toys and snacks to her; nothing more. The idea of their humanity was preposterous. Even the Diminished, those who had voluntarily been shrunk and put into these communities, were deprived of rights--at least, in Becca’s society.
The city moved across the goddess’ room to the familiar bed, the site of so many holocausts over the past year or so. Hannah was prepared for the worst. She wondered what it would be today. A journey up the Goddess’ vagina, or a trip down her throat and through the digestive system? Perhaps a simple crushing today; occasionally the Goddess just sat on them or lay down on them until every single one of them had been crushed beneath her. Those were swift deaths, and everyone in the city secretly prayed for them.
But evidently it was not to be that way today. As soon as they were set down on the bed, the Goddess scooped up a handful of the city, the part Hannah was in. She lay down on the floor next to her bed and dumped the handful into her mouth…
Hannah’s world shook. She had moved out onto the rof of her apartment and knew exactly what was about to happen. They were about to be sent through the Goddess’ digestive system, a painful journey that would last them many hours. It had happened before many times. It was not something Hannah particularly enjoyed.
Staring down at the Goddess as the world steadied itself, she saw the enormous cavern of her mouth open wide. She felt the world tumbling down toward that hole, the gateway to the hell of the Goddess’ body that lay hidden below the heaven of its surface. She fell through the air, staring at the open mouth all the while, wondering if she would die in the mouth, chewed to a pulp, or in the stomach. She was too small to be chewed, but she could always hope, and indeed, hope she always did. Becca closed her lips as the handful of city hit her tongue. Some missed, rolling off her chin and onto the her breasts. She rolled over, crushing all of this under the mountains on her chest and exposing her perfect rear to the city watching her from her bed. She didn’t bother to chew this time; she just swallowed the mouthful of city whole, full of wriggling, writhing people who were about to get quite a ride through the enormous cavern of her stomach and the miles of tunnel that were her intestines.
Hannah took one last look above before the mouth closed. She saw the Goddess’ perfect white teeth and the red of the rest of her mouth, all covered in oceans of saliva. She looked back and saw the opening of the Goddess’ throat, the uvula swinging back and forth like a meaty pendulum. Then all was darkness, all was madness. She felt the tongue beneath her moving around, sloshing her and the rest of the city along with the saliva around the Goddess’ mouth. She screamed as she accepted her fate: she was once again to become a part of the Goddess, as she had many times before and certainly would many times again. She screamed as she was pulled down the opening of the esophagas along with the other contents of the Goddess’ mouth, and she screamed as she was melted by the acids in the Goddess’ stomach. This was her life, and she didn’t usually have any problems with it. Except for when she was digested…
Becca rolled onto her back again and let forth a small, ladylike belch. She looked up at her bed and thought about what else to do with the city. She scooped a portion of the city up on the tip of her finger and brought it to the lips of her vagina. Rachel was on the finger, a place she was very grateful to be. It meant she was going to go inside her Goddess, her one true love and the most powerful thing in her universe. There was no escape, and that was good. She looked out of her window at the beautiful sight of the place between the Goddess’ legs, the cleft which was the essence of all womanhood, at least in Rachel’s eyes. The enormous cavern within could easily fit most of the city, if it came down to it, and the Goddess had put the city in there many times. Many days had the Goddess played with the city, and in many ways had she finished it off.
The finger came to rest in front of the Goddess’ face. Her enormous eyes stared at them, her lips open a crack, just enough to see the teeth within exposed in a small smile that was still large enough to allow the entire finger and its contents through. Suddenly the finger was brought downward, across the Goddess’ body, moving toward the beautiful place between her enormous legs, when a knock issued from the door to Becca's bedroom...
2. Jealousy Kills
…there was a knock at the door. Becca paused for a moment, but only for a moment. She stopped short of shoving the finger inside herself, instead rubbing its passengers in between her lips (this pleased Rachel quite a bit, as it allowed her a view of her Goddess’ entire body, from the columns of her legs to the mountains of her breasts to the great forest of her hair). She got up and looked through the door, transparent only from the inside of the room. She saw on the other side her friend Cara. She was taller than Becca, almost six feet tall in heels, with long blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. Where Becca had a few curves--nothing she was ashamed of, naturally--Cara had an athlete’s slim build. They’d been friends for a long time, and were in many of the same classes at the University. Both were destined to be scientists, but in different fields. Cara was a student of what were termed the historical sciences, those that dealt with the course of human affairs in general. Becca was inclined to the material sciences--chemistry and physics, and their innumerable offshoots.
“Hey, Cara,” called Becca. “Come on in.” The door unlocked and Cara stepped through. She saw Becca lying naked on the floor and the city on the bed and her eyes widened a bit. Becca was unashamed of her lewdness and shrugged off any awkwardness with ease. “Oh, come on,” she said. “I know you’ve fantasized about this yourself. And not just about the city,” she added, running her hands along her body.
“I just never thought you’d be into this sort of thing,” said Cara. She felt herself getting wet, already thinking about what she would do with a city like that. How could she afford it? she wondered. There was a side of her that never came out in public, reserved for her toys at home, but she’d long desired to show it to a lover or a truly trusted friend. Becca was offering her that chance, now.
“Well, now you know. And I definitely dropped some hints about my interests in the past,” said Becca. “It’s not like we haven’t played with Dolls before. Didn’t you notice how rough I got with them when we were kids?” Cara thought back to those days, when they’d been younger. It was true. Becca had shown an unusual interest in Dolls, the manufactured miniature people that came in any number of sizes. They were meant to be toys for children to play with, to accustom themselves to social roles. Some people collected them into adulthood, though, and a small subset of these hobbyists--which included Becca, apparently--used them for sex aids. There were other models meant for food, with an even lower level of artificial intelligence than the toys. Synthetic life came in all shapes and sizes, not limited to humanity--or miniaturization, either--so they could be bought innocuously by any interested party.
“I’m not sure” said Cara, playing coy. “Isn’t this a little different? There are so many of them, and they’ll all be watching us.” She wouldn’t admit it to Becca, but for Cara this was really the most appealing aspect of this sort of play. She wanted these little people to see her naked, to worship her. She was sure Becca got that kind of treatment, and for the first time in her life, she started to feel jealous of her longtime friend. Here was something she wanted to have for herself. And if I can’t have it, maybe I’ll just have to have her, thought Cara.
“That’s part of the fun,” said Becca with a wink, and she let out a moan. “They’re still inside me,” she said. “This feels amazing. You have to try it.” Her fingers moved to her clit again, and she started rubbing herself, more shamelessly than ever, while her friend stared down at her from her full six feet of heeled height. Cara's arousal reached a fever pitch and she just couldn't restrain herself anymore. She thought about dominating Becca utterly, like she had to others, like she was going to do later that night--but never to anyone with whom she'd been so close.
“Well…all right,” said the giantess from somewhere else, who began unbuttoning her blouse. “But this stays between you, me, and the tinies.”
3. The City Never Gets To Sleep
Below them, Rachel stared up in wonder at the goddess standing above her. There was a rumbling that the whole city felt as a command issued from Becca’s mouth. “Get down here and play with me,” she said. The noise nearly deafened Rachel and all the other tinies stuck to her lips and strewn throughout her mouth, waiting to be swallowed or crushed or chewed. The new goddess was shy, but not so much so that she could ignore the Becca’s commands. Rachel could only gape as the enormous face of the Newcomer loomed above her, enormous breasts and big, round nipples beneath it. Her great wet maw opened as her eyes closed, and an enormous tongue emerged to lick Rachel and every other remnant of the City from the Goddess’ lips.
The tongue swept over Rachel slowly, and she was stuck to the middle of the pulsing, wet muscle. She was pulled back into the mouth and was treated to a view of her Goddess from inside the Newcomer’s mouth. It was the first time that Rachel had looked upon her Goddess from above, and she could imagine--without the saliva, teeth, and gums muddying the view--how it might be possible to see her as just a normal girl. You would just have to be as tall as her, or taller--that was all it was. Heresy, she thought to herself. But what if...?
As far as Rachel could tell, Becca was truly enjoying herself. Her nipples were rock hard, her eyes were closed in what must have been a memory of the short moment of catharsis, after long anticipation, when the Newcomer had licked her. She enjoyed this view of her Goddess in the throes of pleasure for only a moment before the lips closed. She expected to be swallowed and become a part of the Newcomer, but the lips opened again and she was reintroduced to her true Goddess’ mouth. This time, though, she was thrust deep into it, and stuck to Becca’s tongue when the two parted lips.
Rachel shouted in joy as she was pushed onto her Goddess’ tongue. There was nowhere she would rather be than inside her Goddess, although the Newcomer was quickly becoming an important part of her pantheon as well. As the pressure of the Newcomer’s tongue disappeared, Rachel looked behind her and saw her face moving away. Then the Becca’s lips closed, and Rachel was flushed backwards along with an ocean of saliva down her throat to her enormous belly, fuel for the erotic fire that was about to bathe the two co-eds in its heat...
Cara moved in to kiss Becca. As she straddled her friend, their breasts collided, crushing dozens of tinies who had been stuck to Becca’s nipples, and she felt Becca’s pubic hair rub lightly, tantalizingly, against her clit. She opened her mouth and allowed Becca’s tongue to play against her own. She moved her hand between the two of them down where their sexes met and began to rub Becca. Her friend responded by moaning in pleasure and grabbing Cara’s ass, squeezing it hard enough to hurt. Cara moaned at this, and Becca slapped her ass, then again, then harder, each time obliterating more tinies with every contact of skin on skin. The two were locked in a timeless embrace, until Cara gently pushed squeezed Becca’s nipple and said, “I think we can take this to your bed.”
Becca giggled and rose, unspeakably wet between her legs, desperate for Cara’s tongue to slide deep into her pussy. She imagined what it would be like for the tinies in there. First, her cum, in ever greater amounts, threatening to drown them...and soon, Cara’s tongue would bring them into her body, where they’d have no chance of survival. Or maybe it’ll be her finger, she thought as she rubbed herself. Slowly, Becca rose, picked up the City’s regenerative board--with what remained of its population and its buildings--and moved toward the bed, showing off the ass that Cara hadn’t yet had a chance to admire today as she went.
As she placed the city down on the bed, she felt Cara’s hands push her into it, slamming her impressive breasts into it and destroying everything that remained below. At the sight of this violence, Becca moaned. She’d never gone to such extremes with the city. Seeing what Cara thought to do with it--no, to it, with her--she realized that she’d wasted a lot of potential in the simple games she’d played with it. As her tits rubbed against the rubble of her City, she felt hands on her thighs, and hot breath on her ass. Cara was getting up close and personal with her pussy, just like she’d needed her to do. She felt fingers prying at her lips, working their way inside, and a tongue pressing up against her clitoris. First gasping, then moaning, she moved the city out from beneath herself. She looked down at it and licked her lips. This is always my favorite part, she thought. Snack time.
The people down surviving in the ruins knew exactly what was coming. Before they could even consider running away, thousands were slurped up and stuck to Becca’s slimy tongue. When she had as much on her tongue as she could fit, she began to swirl the contents of her mouth around, covering them in saliva, softening the edible concrete and breaking down as much of the architecture as possible before swallowing. She felt herself nearing orgasm as this block fell down her throat, and when it fell into the pit of her stomach, she came at last.
Cara fingered her, licked her some more, then let her rest. Sated, still gasping for breath, Becca then rolled over, damaging anything that remained beneath her back and ass. Cara lay down beside her, breathing heavily herself, and slowly walked a pair of fingers up Becca’s body, starting at her left kne, stopping to squish a few tinies as she moved.When she reached the valley between Becca’s breasts, she stopped and looked at the City. It was already regenerating. It always worked fast--it had to. But this time, Cara would impede its process. She lowered her pants--Becca noted the enormous wet spot in their crotch, where the thin bodytight fabric was soaked through with Cara’s juices--and sat down on it, giving everyone living in it an introduction to her backside--far from the last they’d see of it. She rolled her thighs around, smushing everything she could under her ample ass. She lay back and took Becca’s hand, rubbing more of the city between her cheeks, and Becca lay back with her. Together, with their heads on a single pillow and a complex civilization strewn about and being torn apart inside their bodies, they lay in silence for a few minutes. Finally, one of them thought of something worth saying, even if it meant breaking that silence. “Wanna do that again sometime?” asked Becca.
Cara smiled. “Yea,” she said, “I’d like that very much.”
4. Cara's Closet
Cara walked naked across her bedroom, looking out the window and across the Street toward Becca’s house. The two had made a real connection that day and she looked forward to what would happen between the two of them in the future. She was sure it would be very interesting. But for now the two were separated, at least for a little while. It was time for Cara to give in to her own carnal instincts, the ones she wasn’t ready to share with Becca. At least not yet.
She walked over to her closet and opened the enormous lockbox she had hidden there. It looked like a treasure chest from some old pirate story, something that should contain untold wealth and mystery. In truth, it held a dollhouse, an awful, ugly little mansion that was really just a diorama for a stupid literature assignment from Cara’s teenage days. It was elaborate, but flimsy--drafty, unstable, lots of things wrong with it. There was enough space between floor and ceiling, on each of the three floors, for a person six inches tall to stand without crouching. But the people in the dollhouse were all just over six inches tall. Cara had made sure that this situation existed before starting her collection. She didn’t want them living in comfort; she wanted them to know that their world was not built for them. Seeing her dolls bang their heads on cheap paper ceilings, even poking holes in the floors in the rooms above them with the force of it, was a great pleasure of hers.
But it was large enough to hold the several people from school that she’d shrunken down herself--completely illegally, but she hadn’t been caught so far. To be fair, these weren’t really the people that they looked like. They were copies of them, endowed with identical neural patterns, memories to animate them into acting like the real thing. The artificial people that were sold in stores for this sort of thing were fun, with their realistic stimulus-response to predators or a gigantic physical threat, but for Cara, there was nothing like the fear that someone who knew her showed when they found out about her dark side. She liked the feeling of power that she felt when she was in complete control of a friend or a classmate, when she knew that the meaning of their life would be utterly inaccessible to them--even if they ever escaped from her clutches. There was someone out there actually living their lives already. No way to take that away from them. Just thinking about it--the disposability of these pathetic little clones--started to make her wet again.
She looked into the dollhouse, showing her teeth to its denizens, and listened for their shrill screams. This always helped to turn her on, the fear that they felt when she showed her mouth. Reaching a hand into the dollhouse, secure inside of the metal lockbox, Cara pulled out a girl-just a Doll, she reminded herself-with whom she’d been partnered in lab the week before. Her name was Katie, and she was wearing a flannel bikini, too small for someone her size, but just right for the kinds of true plastic dolls that Cara had played with as a child. Katie was a brunette with a dancer’s figure. She had been a theater major, studying dramatic technique and performance art with some of the most respected artists in the world. She’d had a bright future as a shining star on the holoscreen, already with a couple of horrorsims under her belt. She’d made the mistake of implying, to Cara’s own face, that Cara didn’t have what it took to make it in the holo industry. Now she was two inches tall and about to be Transformed.
Cara dropped Katie unceremoniously into the machine that she kept above her lockbox of horrors. The machine was a transmuter device, working on mysterious principles that had defied human understanding for thousands of years. All it was to people in Cara’s society, so far removed from its origins and introduction to her history, was a torture device. It had the insidious capacity to preserve a human being’s neural patterns through any number of horrific transformative processes. People went in one end; a sentient object came out the other. The object could take many forms, as long as they didn’t require too much nanoscopic complexity. Food was easy--chicken, steak, salad, cheese, Car had turned many people into snacks over the years, and she found that they tasted at least as good as the real thing. Sometimes, she swore they tasted better.
But right now, her appetites were purely carnal. Cara set the machine to make a phallic rubberized form out of its contents and pressed the activation key, making eye contact with. As she watched what happened, she rubbed her clit, enjoying the sensation and anticipating the penetration that she was about to inflict upon herself. She couldn’t wait to get Becca’s tongue back onto her clit, both tongue and pussy covered and filled with tiny, little people, more helpless by far than the little mass of woman in front of her.
Katie fell into the machine and landed on her ass. She knew escape was impossible, but she tried to escape from the frictionless bowl anyway. She clawed at the sides, but it was impossible to gain a handhold. She gave up after a few seconds, slumped down in the middle of the bowl, and began to cry. But her tears didn’t fall for long. After a minute or so, she felt her body growing and changing. She became long and thick and hardened--still somewhat flexible, she knew instinctively, but she couldn’t control that through any action of her own. She found herself stuck in a standing position, hands by her sides, legs straight down, breasts jutting out, head somehow molded to her body so that her neck seemed to stretch out around and behind her head. She could still feel everything that happened to her, and that was what scared her the most. I’m a dildo, she thought to herself, I’m just a fucking dildo...A Doll wasn’t low enough. She made me a fucking Dolldo. I got one as a gag gift one time and never had the nerve to even look at the thing...
When the hardening was complete, a bell chimed and the enormous hand that had put her in the bowl returned. It did not seem so large now; she was longer than it was wide and it held her upright. The world was a blur as Cara moved toward her bed, preparing to pleasure herself with her reformed toy. She jumped onto the bed, opened her mouth, and slid Katie in, covering it in spit and wrapping her tongue around it. When the dildo was lubed up, she tugged it from her mouth and moved it slowly down her body, passing it between her breasts and rubbing it against her sweaty, cum-encrusted skin the whole way to her vagina. At last, at the portal to her womanhood, Cara spread her legs wide to receive Katie, parting her lips with one hand and slipping the Dolldo in with the other. She worked it in slowly, savoring every second of the penetration, then started to pound herself faster and faster...
The Doll would have cried if she could. The tongue was all over her. She was covered head to waist in saliva, and it was not a pleasant feeling. She was shoved in and out of Cara’s mouth, being treated just like the cock whose place she knew she would soon be taking. Most men would have killed to have a part of them in Katie’s position. Maybe they would have thought differently if they could have been there themselves.
After what felt like forever, she was removed from Cara’s mouth. She could see the girl looking at her, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her nipples hard. Katie knew what was about to happen and she was terrified. She was plunged downward, between massive breasts, over a tight, thin belly (perhaps her greatest fear was ending up inside of it, as some of her companions in the diorama had been the last time Cara had “gotten hungry” late at night), and over the girl’s moist lips. She stayed there for a moment, waiting for the inevitable plunge, and felt herself shoved in. Layers of flesh opened up around her. It was not a gradual thing; she was plunged in all at once, and within a couple seconds she was stuck from her head to her waist in the giant girl’s vagina.
She was rammed in and out, in and out, for what seemed like hours. She felt the walls expand and contract around her, felt the rhythm of the giant girl’s heart, heard her moans of pleasure, and wanted nothing more than to be out of the hell of flesh that she had been plunged into. With a mouth, she could have screamed.
Finally, Cara cried out in a great burst of pleasure and pulled the Katie-Doll out in a torrent of cum. It was over at last. The giantess rested for what could have been hours, her body not moving at all save for her heaving breaths. She left the Dolldo in a puddle of cum between her thighs. Once, they’d been much smaller than Katie’s, which were toned from years of dancing on a near-professional level. But now, they dwarfed her, and that was just adding insult to injury.
Eventually, Cara woke, and without a word picked up the dildo, bringing it back to her mouth. She licked her own dried cum off of Katie and slowly rose from her bed. She carried Katie’s stiff form over to the transmuter, holding her behind an enormous ass that jiggled in front of the tortured little dancer. Katie was as straight as they came, and to see this bitch flaunt her ass at her in this moment was just icing on the cake of degradation. Katie felt herself falling through the air, still covered in Cara’s dried cum. She felt her body changing from hard plastic to soft flesh. She felt her breasts regain their original shape, her hair flow down around her shoulders again, her entire body changing back to its blood and bone form. She was shrinking, as well; she stared up from between the titaness’ legs as she was reduced to only an inch or so in height. The lips before her moved in rhythm with the giant girl’s breathing.
Suddenly, a hand reached down and grabbed Katie from between the enormous legs stretching out for what seemed like miles behind her. She was lifted up and carried over the landscape of Cara’s body, past the mountainous breasts and the skin covering what she knew to be a cavernous stomach, and came to rest directly over Cara’s face. The giant girl smiled. She looked like she was about to pass out; she was, indeed, very tired from her earlier sexual activities with Becca and this had only tired her out even more.
She opened her mouth to speak and words like thunder poured out over Katie. “You’ve been a fun toy,” she said, “but right now I feel like a little snack before bed, and you look just cute enough to eat.” With that said, she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and slowly lowered Katie onto the behemoth pink snake that resided behind her lips.
Katie screamed as she had never screamed before, but it was no good. She tried to pry the titanic fingers off of her and felt them release. After a brief instant of triumphant joy over what she hoped was a successful attempt at escape, she realized that she had not fought off the hydra that was Cara’s hand; the girl had simply let go of her, allowing her to fall the remaining inch or so on her own. But she was still shrinking! Every moment that passed, a little more of her height vanished. She could see Cara’s face growing bigger, the tongue looming larger, even as she approached them. It was beautiful, but she knew what it really was. She was going to die in a state of perpetual diminishment, inside the guts of this enormous bitch. But as a Doll, she would never really die. Her neural patterns would be trapped in this girl’s body forever, always finding a smaller niche in her body to occupy as the diminishment protocol ran its horrifying course.
She landed on the tongue, still screaming and shrinking. She saw the blue ceiling of Cara’s room outlined by the white of her teeth, the pink of her lips and gums. Then she was thrust into darkness as the mouth closed suddenly. She prayed that Cara would chew her and spare her the long, painful death that would otherwise await her in her stomach. But she would have no such luck; as soon as the lips were closed, she felt herself being tossed around the cavern of flesh by the pink worm beneath her. Her breasts rubbed against the roof of Cara’s mouth, and she felt the girl tilt her head backward. She screamed one last muffled cry before she was washed down Cara’s throat with thousands of gallons of saliva.
All the way down Cara’s throat, she was crushed against the walls around her. She felt her breasts squeeze against her body, and nearly drowned in the saliva that had been swallowed with her. After what felt like forever, she came to a brief stop and then felt herself squeezed one last time out a fleshy valve before falling into the cavernous stomach beneath her. Her last few minutes were agony as she was burned alive by the gastric juices contained within Cara’s stomach. But her pattern lingered on, a ghost in the stomach of the enormous Cara, destined to watch everything that happened in that chamber of horrors. She joined others, the other decaying patterns of Dolls that the bitch had eaten. Many of them she recognized from class. Sorrow washed over her, as she began to accept that, yes, the rest of her life would be spent in the stomach of this airheaded, nymphomaniacal pervert, watching other people come to join in the same suffering.
Cara slept soundly that night, drifting off to the feeling of struggle in her belly. After a little while, her stomach fell silent, waiting to be fed in the morning.
5. Rachel's Wild Ride
Three days later, the City was rebuilding itself, as it always did. Its inhabitants were settling back into their daily routines of adoration, feasting, and terror. The Food District was the first to rebuild, ensuring that the diminutive beings living within it had access to the nutrition they needed to keep functioning. What few foundations remained from the previous destruction were dissolved and rebuilt, the baseboard’s internal transmuters working overtime to turn any available smart-matter into usable usable building material. They had no sign from Becca in all this time, and by the time they next saw her face the City was back to its usual, bustling self. Three days was the average rebuild time, and she had given them that. In the darkness of her dresser drawer, they cowered, the city itself dwarfed by the cups of the many bras that shared their little singularity.
The city’s thought-leaders had been thrown into disarray by the presence of this new goddess. Some among them understood the true nature of their city. Fewer still understood the nature of the world beyond it. It was whispered, in the darkest, most profane corners of the City, where the Goddess’ eyes never saw and the agents of the Panopticon had no recourse, that there was a secret beyond even that world, some mysterious nature to it that put the already-pathetic existence of these teeming millions of cum-drinking bugs into an even more radical perspective. But these were only rumors, and nobody paid attention to them.
“There’s a whole fucking other world beyond that one, too,” one of the raucous drunks outside Rachel’s window was shouting. “We’re fucking nothing, man. We think we aren’t anything, but I’m telling you it’s a lot worse than that, man--we’re nothing at all. That’s not the same as not being anything.”
“Bullshit,” said a woman’s voice in reply. “What’s the point, then? Why is there anything around here? Why does that giant bitch smear me against her fucking pussy twice every week? She’s gotta be important to--”
The woman’s voice cut out abruptly, replaced by wet gagging sounds. “So many questions,” sighed the man’s voice. “It’s so much easier just to spend all your time getting off. She’s big, she uses us for entertainment, sure, but she’s just some rich kid. Same as all the Priestly kids that come out here, just bigger. They’ve got machines that make our world up there, girly--big fucking machines that can make a town like this, but big enough for her to live in. That’s what I’m tellin’ you...” He trailed off, and the woman came up, sputtering.
“Next time you do that without warning me I’ll bite the damn thing off,” she said. Rachel, trying to sleep in her hot little apartment, had no choice but to listen to the couple until they wandered off. They’d been out there for some time, and now she was almost starting to envy the woman. She’d been very horny, ever since the new Goddess had shown herself. Her normal toys weren’t cutting it. She needed to see her Goddess again, feel the awe and terror that overcame her every time she was taken out and toyed with, smashed to paste against a perfect ass or lost in gastric acids or even lost in a forest of long, dark, beautiful hair. To have a man--or a woman, even--use her throat like she’d heard happen outside her window would at least distract her from her need to be in the presence of that giantess...and her gorgeous friend, as well.
As she fantasized about this inevitability, she felt an earthquake. The skies opened up overhead, and light plunged into the City. Above it hung two gargantuan pairs of breasts, and a pair of hands reaching down to pick up the baseboard and carry it away. They were Becca’s tanned hands, and Rachel could almost make out what the Goddess was saying. She stared out her window, watching as the couple outside were thrown into the distance by the force of inertia. Becca didn’t seem to care that she killed everyone outdoors in her City every time she picked it up. It was possible that she didn’t even realize it. Finally, she placed the City down in its familiar resting place on top of her bed. On either side of it, on their knees, were the two Goddesses. Becca had a device in her hand with which the City was intimately familiar. It controlled their size, their shape, everything about them. Once it selected them, they were entirely at the mercy of Becca, or whoever else had it.
Only twice had she ever used it, and nobody had ever forgotten the experience--everyone who had been grown to her size, and returned to the city as they all did, was now in permanent bricklock in the depths of the baseboard. A man had flooded them in an ocean of jizz, once, and he had never been forgiven. The same for a woman who had--against her will, admittedly--dominated Becca. She had pleaded and begged, but eventually, the Goddess had used the device to force the former diminutive into sitting on her Goddess’ face. Upon returning, she had been convicted by a tearful group of Priestly officials. It was a great legal tragedy, they said, and they promised that if ever the City changed hands, she would be forgiven.
Suddenly, Rachel felt herself tingling. No, she thought. It can’t be me. There are so many others...But it was her. She was growing at a frantic pace, up out of her building, out of her clothes, sidestepping as many buildings as she could along the way. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, sweating, and wetter and wetter with arousal, still. She eventually became tall enough that she could spread her legs around and over the City, stopping her wave of destruction...but there was no telling how many of her fellows she had crushed underfoot as she’d changed. They’ll have to punish me for this, she though, even though I didn’t do anything. Just like the others.
Finally she came to be at eye level with the crouching giantesses around her city. She kept getting bigger still, realizing that she was going to be their full height shortly--and then she was taller than either of them, astoundingly. But that didn’t matter. The two goddesses grabbed her by the the feet and hands, binding her arms and spreading her legs with some contraption on Becca’s bedframe.
“I’ve had this thing for years and I’ve never thought about doing anything like this,” said Becca. “Well, maybe a little, but you are fucking vicious, girl!”
“First time for everything,” laughed Cara. Unable to escape, writing on the bed, she watched as the two girls grabbed chunks of her home in their long-nailed fingers. Becca mounted her, ass in Rachel’s face, and started collecting great handfuls of City for her own play. Cara went directly to Rachel’s mouth, kissing her, then pulling away to dump rubble between her lips. When Rachel refused to open them to her a second time, the goddess--now shorter than her supplicant!--grabbed a funnel from a bedside drawer. She shoved it between Rachel’s lips and started dumping city blocks into the vortex of spit and tongue inside her mouth. Eventually, she simply had to swallow; there was nowhere else for the food-that was what it was-to go. Between her legs, she could feel Becca’s tongue, and Rachel knew that even as the goddess pleasured her, she was feeding the City to itself. Moans of hunger issued forth from her. She felt the City dissolving in her stomach, while she watched the Goddesses manipulate it into her and swallow other chunks of it, themselves.
Rachel came many times, her body spasming wildly each time. Finally, when almost nothing remained but a thin grey paste that had once been the three-day-old buildings of the City, Becca dismounted from her, and she felt herself once again shrinking. The Goddesses forgot about her, whispering to each other, then grabbing each other lustily and kissing. Between their legs, Rachel watched as a drop of cum fell from Cara’s pussy, landing on a recognizable building and crushing it into wet, slimy dust against the bed.
“I’m giving it to you,” she was able to hear Becca say. It was a whisper, but it was loud to the tiny Rachel. “I don’t need it anymore, and you’re more creative than me with it. Besides, I think we can share it. We see each other enough, don't we?”
“Of course,” said Cara, rumbling again all of Rachel’s surroundings. “I can’t wait to play with more of the little things.” Are they talking about us, about the City? Rachel had time to wonder. But the giantesses were already going at each other, and when they rolled over, crushing Rachel under toned thigh-flesh, she had no time to receive an answer.
1. Becca's Drawer
It had been a very long day for Becca. She had spent about ten hours at school that day, between class and lab, and felt that she’d earned a break, after that and all the other work she’d done in the past week. And she knew exactly what she’d do for that break.
She walked into her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She closed the windows and pulled down the shades. She turned the lights on and stripped out of her clothes. Her tank top was the first to go, and she threw it carelessly onto the floor, where it landed in a hamper with her other dirty clothes. Her skirt came next, falling around her legs slowly, twirling as it came to rest on the ground. She removed her bra and threw it onto her bed. She took off her panties, finally, and threw them into the hamper as well. When everything was off, she licked her finger and started to slowly rub her clitoris.
She had a stunning figure. Standing a few inches short of six feet, she had the tanned skin and dark hair of a goddess. Her breasts were perfectly round, the D-cups that everyone around her always seemed to be dreaming of, given how much they stared at her. Her ass was like two basketballs jutting out from the rest of her body, sometimes warped in shape by the gravity of her body’s physical perfection, but always perfect, in the way that only asses can be. She was utterly beautiful.
She walked over to her dresser and opened the third drawer from the top slowly, looking down into it with a hunger in her eyes. Contained within the drawer was a tiny city. The metropolis stretched from one end of the drawer to the other. Every few days, Becca devoured, demolished, and otherwise destroyed it; every few days, it reappeared, almost exactly as it had been before. These cities were common in her world. None of them had names. There were many people with strange sexual needs, and there were just as many people willing to cater to them, or find ways to ensure that they were catered to. The cities were but one way that this was done. There were transformation booths, shrink rays, all sorts of things on her world. But Becca’s one vice was the tiny city she kept in her drawer, completely secret from her parents and most of her friends.
She pressed a button on the dresser and the city emerged from the drawer, propelled through the air on a propulsion field, moving over to her enormous bed. When it was in place, Becca prepared to lie down on it…
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Hannah looked up in the sky, again seeing the face of the girl she and many millions of other souls stuck in the City had come to love, fear, and worship as a goddess. Every day, it seemed, they were all killed in the Goddess’ strange rampage, and every day they woke up perfectly fine, just as they had before dying. It was a very strange way to live, but Hannah had learned to live with it. It wasn’t so bad, once you got used to it. There were only a few females left in the city who were not bisexual, or outright lesbians. Even they were sometimes caught staring at their Goddess’ curves, or lost in her eyes as she loomed over them. Her lumbering form was the most obvious sex symbol in their world. Men, of course, worshiped her fervently to a fault. The few among them who preferred the company of men tended to stay underground, in the deep shelters, to avoid “having to confront the Absolute Feminine in all its unholy terror,” as their leading intellectuals liked to say.
As the goddess smiled down on the city, the enormous, implacable hunger visible on her face, Hannah stared back at her and crossed her hands over her body, taking her right breast in her left hand and her left in her right. This was the sign of veneration in the presence of the Goddess, meant to please their enormous owner. Her Goddess had no idea that any of the tiny people living in her city had these little ritualistic habits, and she wouldn’t have cared if she did. They were sex toys and snacks to her; nothing more. The idea of their humanity was preposterous. Even the Diminished, those who had voluntarily been shrunk and put into these communities, were deprived of rights--at least, in Becca’s society.
The city moved across the goddess’ room to the familiar bed, the site of so many holocausts over the past year or so. Hannah was prepared for the worst. She wondered what it would be today. A journey up the Goddess’ vagina, or a trip down her throat and through the digestive system? Perhaps a simple crushing today; occasionally the Goddess just sat on them or lay down on them until every single one of them had been crushed beneath her. Those were swift deaths, and everyone in the city secretly prayed for them.
But evidently it was not to be that way today. As soon as they were set down on the bed, the Goddess scooped up a handful of the city, the part Hannah was in. She lay down on the floor next to her bed and dumped the handful into her mouth…
Hannah’s world shook. She had moved out onto the rof of her apartment and knew exactly what was about to happen. They were about to be sent through the Goddess’ digestive system, a painful journey that would last them many hours. It had happened before many times. It was not something Hannah particularly enjoyed.
Staring down at the Goddess as the world steadied itself, she saw the enormous cavern of her mouth open wide. She felt the world tumbling down toward that hole, the gateway to the hell of the Goddess’ body that lay hidden below the heaven of its surface. She fell through the air, staring at the open mouth all the while, wondering if she would die in the mouth, chewed to a pulp, or in the stomach. She was too small to be chewed, but she could always hope, and indeed, hope she always did. Becca closed her lips as the handful of city hit her tongue. Some missed, rolling off her chin and onto the her breasts. She rolled over, crushing all of this under the mountains on her chest and exposing her perfect rear to the city watching her from her bed. She didn’t bother to chew this time; she just swallowed the mouthful of city whole, full of wriggling, writhing people who were about to get quite a ride through the enormous cavern of her stomach and the miles of tunnel that were her intestines.
Hannah took one last look above before the mouth closed. She saw the Goddess’ perfect white teeth and the red of the rest of her mouth, all covered in oceans of saliva. She looked back and saw the opening of the Goddess’ throat, the uvula swinging back and forth like a meaty pendulum. Then all was darkness, all was madness. She felt the tongue beneath her moving around, sloshing her and the rest of the city along with the saliva around the Goddess’ mouth. She screamed as she accepted her fate: she was once again to become a part of the Goddess, as she had many times before and certainly would many times again. She screamed as she was pulled down the opening of the esophagas along with the other contents of the Goddess’ mouth, and she screamed as she was melted by the acids in the Goddess’ stomach. This was her life, and she didn’t usually have any problems with it. Except for when she was digested…
Becca rolled onto her back again and let forth a small, ladylike belch. She looked up at her bed and thought about what else to do with the city. She scooped a portion of the city up on the tip of her finger and brought it to the lips of her vagina. Rachel was on the finger, a place she was very grateful to be. It meant she was going to go inside her Goddess, her one true love and the most powerful thing in her universe. There was no escape, and that was good. She looked out of her window at the beautiful sight of the place between the Goddess’ legs, the cleft which was the essence of all womanhood, at least in Rachel’s eyes. The enormous cavern within could easily fit most of the city, if it came down to it, and the Goddess had put the city in there many times. Many days had the Goddess played with the city, and in many ways had she finished it off.
The finger came to rest in front of the Goddess’ face. Her enormous eyes stared at them, her lips open a crack, just enough to see the teeth within exposed in a small smile that was still large enough to allow the entire finger and its contents through. Suddenly the finger was brought downward, across the Goddess’ body, moving toward the beautiful place between her enormous legs, when a knock issued from the door to Becca's bedroom...
2. Jealousy Kills
…there was a knock at the door. Becca paused for a moment, but only for a moment. She stopped short of shoving the finger inside herself, instead rubbing its passengers in between her lips (this pleased Rachel quite a bit, as it allowed her a view of her Goddess’ entire body, from the columns of her legs to the mountains of her breasts to the great forest of her hair). She got up and looked through the door, transparent only from the inside of the room. She saw on the other side her friend Cara. She was taller than Becca, almost six feet tall in heels, with long blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. Where Becca had a few curves--nothing she was ashamed of, naturally--Cara had an athlete’s slim build. They’d been friends for a long time, and were in many of the same classes at the University. Both were destined to be scientists, but in different fields. Cara was a student of what were termed the historical sciences, those that dealt with the course of human affairs in general. Becca was inclined to the material sciences--chemistry and physics, and their innumerable offshoots.
“Hey, Cara,” called Becca. “Come on in.” The door unlocked and Cara stepped through. She saw Becca lying naked on the floor and the city on the bed and her eyes widened a bit. Becca was unashamed of her lewdness and shrugged off any awkwardness with ease. “Oh, come on,” she said. “I know you’ve fantasized about this yourself. And not just about the city,” she added, running her hands along her body.
“I just never thought you’d be into this sort of thing,” said Cara. She felt herself getting wet, already thinking about what she would do with a city like that. How could she afford it? she wondered. There was a side of her that never came out in public, reserved for her toys at home, but she’d long desired to show it to a lover or a truly trusted friend. Becca was offering her that chance, now.
“Well, now you know. And I definitely dropped some hints about my interests in the past,” said Becca. “It’s not like we haven’t played with Dolls before. Didn’t you notice how rough I got with them when we were kids?” Cara thought back to those days, when they’d been younger. It was true. Becca had shown an unusual interest in Dolls, the manufactured miniature people that came in any number of sizes. They were meant to be toys for children to play with, to accustom themselves to social roles. Some people collected them into adulthood, though, and a small subset of these hobbyists--which included Becca, apparently--used them for sex aids. There were other models meant for food, with an even lower level of artificial intelligence than the toys. Synthetic life came in all shapes and sizes, not limited to humanity--or miniaturization, either--so they could be bought innocuously by any interested party.
“I’m not sure” said Cara, playing coy. “Isn’t this a little different? There are so many of them, and they’ll all be watching us.” She wouldn’t admit it to Becca, but for Cara this was really the most appealing aspect of this sort of play. She wanted these little people to see her naked, to worship her. She was sure Becca got that kind of treatment, and for the first time in her life, she started to feel jealous of her longtime friend. Here was something she wanted to have for herself. And if I can’t have it, maybe I’ll just have to have her, thought Cara.
“That’s part of the fun,” said Becca with a wink, and she let out a moan. “They’re still inside me,” she said. “This feels amazing. You have to try it.” Her fingers moved to her clit again, and she started rubbing herself, more shamelessly than ever, while her friend stared down at her from her full six feet of heeled height. Cara's arousal reached a fever pitch and she just couldn't restrain herself anymore. She thought about dominating Becca utterly, like she had to others, like she was going to do later that night--but never to anyone with whom she'd been so close.
“Well…all right,” said the giantess from somewhere else, who began unbuttoning her blouse. “But this stays between you, me, and the tinies.”
3. The City Never Gets To Sleep
Below them, Rachel stared up in wonder at the goddess standing above her. There was a rumbling that the whole city felt as a command issued from Becca’s mouth. “Get down here and play with me,” she said. The noise nearly deafened Rachel and all the other tinies stuck to her lips and strewn throughout her mouth, waiting to be swallowed or crushed or chewed. The new goddess was shy, but not so much so that she could ignore the Becca’s commands. Rachel could only gape as the enormous face of the Newcomer loomed above her, enormous breasts and big, round nipples beneath it. Her great wet maw opened as her eyes closed, and an enormous tongue emerged to lick Rachel and every other remnant of the City from the Goddess’ lips.
The tongue swept over Rachel slowly, and she was stuck to the middle of the pulsing, wet muscle. She was pulled back into the mouth and was treated to a view of her Goddess from inside the Newcomer’s mouth. It was the first time that Rachel had looked upon her Goddess from above, and she could imagine--without the saliva, teeth, and gums muddying the view--how it might be possible to see her as just a normal girl. You would just have to be as tall as her, or taller--that was all it was. Heresy, she thought to herself. But what if...?
As far as Rachel could tell, Becca was truly enjoying herself. Her nipples were rock hard, her eyes were closed in what must have been a memory of the short moment of catharsis, after long anticipation, when the Newcomer had licked her. She enjoyed this view of her Goddess in the throes of pleasure for only a moment before the lips closed. She expected to be swallowed and become a part of the Newcomer, but the lips opened again and she was reintroduced to her true Goddess’ mouth. This time, though, she was thrust deep into it, and stuck to Becca’s tongue when the two parted lips.
Rachel shouted in joy as she was pushed onto her Goddess’ tongue. There was nowhere she would rather be than inside her Goddess, although the Newcomer was quickly becoming an important part of her pantheon as well. As the pressure of the Newcomer’s tongue disappeared, Rachel looked behind her and saw her face moving away. Then the Becca’s lips closed, and Rachel was flushed backwards along with an ocean of saliva down her throat to her enormous belly, fuel for the erotic fire that was about to bathe the two co-eds in its heat...
Cara moved in to kiss Becca. As she straddled her friend, their breasts collided, crushing dozens of tinies who had been stuck to Becca’s nipples, and she felt Becca’s pubic hair rub lightly, tantalizingly, against her clit. She opened her mouth and allowed Becca’s tongue to play against her own. She moved her hand between the two of them down where their sexes met and began to rub Becca. Her friend responded by moaning in pleasure and grabbing Cara’s ass, squeezing it hard enough to hurt. Cara moaned at this, and Becca slapped her ass, then again, then harder, each time obliterating more tinies with every contact of skin on skin. The two were locked in a timeless embrace, until Cara gently pushed squeezed Becca’s nipple and said, “I think we can take this to your bed.”
Becca giggled and rose, unspeakably wet between her legs, desperate for Cara’s tongue to slide deep into her pussy. She imagined what it would be like for the tinies in there. First, her cum, in ever greater amounts, threatening to drown them...and soon, Cara’s tongue would bring them into her body, where they’d have no chance of survival. Or maybe it’ll be her finger, she thought as she rubbed herself. Slowly, Becca rose, picked up the City’s regenerative board--with what remained of its population and its buildings--and moved toward the bed, showing off the ass that Cara hadn’t yet had a chance to admire today as she went.
As she placed the city down on the bed, she felt Cara’s hands push her into it, slamming her impressive breasts into it and destroying everything that remained below. At the sight of this violence, Becca moaned. She’d never gone to such extremes with the city. Seeing what Cara thought to do with it--no, to it, with her--she realized that she’d wasted a lot of potential in the simple games she’d played with it. As her tits rubbed against the rubble of her City, she felt hands on her thighs, and hot breath on her ass. Cara was getting up close and personal with her pussy, just like she’d needed her to do. She felt fingers prying at her lips, working their way inside, and a tongue pressing up against her clitoris. First gasping, then moaning, she moved the city out from beneath herself. She looked down at it and licked her lips. This is always my favorite part, she thought. Snack time.
The people down surviving in the ruins knew exactly what was coming. Before they could even consider running away, thousands were slurped up and stuck to Becca’s slimy tongue. When she had as much on her tongue as she could fit, she began to swirl the contents of her mouth around, covering them in saliva, softening the edible concrete and breaking down as much of the architecture as possible before swallowing. She felt herself nearing orgasm as this block fell down her throat, and when it fell into the pit of her stomach, she came at last.
Cara fingered her, licked her some more, then let her rest. Sated, still gasping for breath, Becca then rolled over, damaging anything that remained beneath her back and ass. Cara lay down beside her, breathing heavily herself, and slowly walked a pair of fingers up Becca’s body, starting at her left kne, stopping to squish a few tinies as she moved.When she reached the valley between Becca’s breasts, she stopped and looked at the City. It was already regenerating. It always worked fast--it had to. But this time, Cara would impede its process. She lowered her pants--Becca noted the enormous wet spot in their crotch, where the thin bodytight fabric was soaked through with Cara’s juices--and sat down on it, giving everyone living in it an introduction to her backside--far from the last they’d see of it. She rolled her thighs around, smushing everything she could under her ample ass. She lay back and took Becca’s hand, rubbing more of the city between her cheeks, and Becca lay back with her. Together, with their heads on a single pillow and a complex civilization strewn about and being torn apart inside their bodies, they lay in silence for a few minutes. Finally, one of them thought of something worth saying, even if it meant breaking that silence. “Wanna do that again sometime?” asked Becca.
Cara smiled. “Yea,” she said, “I’d like that very much.”
4. Cara's Closet
Cara walked naked across her bedroom, looking out the window and across the Street toward Becca’s house. The two had made a real connection that day and she looked forward to what would happen between the two of them in the future. She was sure it would be very interesting. But for now the two were separated, at least for a little while. It was time for Cara to give in to her own carnal instincts, the ones she wasn’t ready to share with Becca. At least not yet.
She walked over to her closet and opened the enormous lockbox she had hidden there. It looked like a treasure chest from some old pirate story, something that should contain untold wealth and mystery. In truth, it held a dollhouse, an awful, ugly little mansion that was really just a diorama for a stupid literature assignment from Cara’s teenage days. It was elaborate, but flimsy--drafty, unstable, lots of things wrong with it. There was enough space between floor and ceiling, on each of the three floors, for a person six inches tall to stand without crouching. But the people in the dollhouse were all just over six inches tall. Cara had made sure that this situation existed before starting her collection. She didn’t want them living in comfort; she wanted them to know that their world was not built for them. Seeing her dolls bang their heads on cheap paper ceilings, even poking holes in the floors in the rooms above them with the force of it, was a great pleasure of hers.
But it was large enough to hold the several people from school that she’d shrunken down herself--completely illegally, but she hadn’t been caught so far. To be fair, these weren’t really the people that they looked like. They were copies of them, endowed with identical neural patterns, memories to animate them into acting like the real thing. The artificial people that were sold in stores for this sort of thing were fun, with their realistic stimulus-response to predators or a gigantic physical threat, but for Cara, there was nothing like the fear that someone who knew her showed when they found out about her dark side. She liked the feeling of power that she felt when she was in complete control of a friend or a classmate, when she knew that the meaning of their life would be utterly inaccessible to them--even if they ever escaped from her clutches. There was someone out there actually living their lives already. No way to take that away from them. Just thinking about it--the disposability of these pathetic little clones--started to make her wet again.
She looked into the dollhouse, showing her teeth to its denizens, and listened for their shrill screams. This always helped to turn her on, the fear that they felt when she showed her mouth. Reaching a hand into the dollhouse, secure inside of the metal lockbox, Cara pulled out a girl-just a Doll, she reminded herself-with whom she’d been partnered in lab the week before. Her name was Katie, and she was wearing a flannel bikini, too small for someone her size, but just right for the kinds of true plastic dolls that Cara had played with as a child. Katie was a brunette with a dancer’s figure. She had been a theater major, studying dramatic technique and performance art with some of the most respected artists in the world. She’d had a bright future as a shining star on the holoscreen, already with a couple of horrorsims under her belt. She’d made the mistake of implying, to Cara’s own face, that Cara didn’t have what it took to make it in the holo industry. Now she was two inches tall and about to be Transformed.
Cara dropped Katie unceremoniously into the machine that she kept above her lockbox of horrors. The machine was a transmuter device, working on mysterious principles that had defied human understanding for thousands of years. All it was to people in Cara’s society, so far removed from its origins and introduction to her history, was a torture device. It had the insidious capacity to preserve a human being’s neural patterns through any number of horrific transformative processes. People went in one end; a sentient object came out the other. The object could take many forms, as long as they didn’t require too much nanoscopic complexity. Food was easy--chicken, steak, salad, cheese, Car had turned many people into snacks over the years, and she found that they tasted at least as good as the real thing. Sometimes, she swore they tasted better.
But right now, her appetites were purely carnal. Cara set the machine to make a phallic rubberized form out of its contents and pressed the activation key, making eye contact with. As she watched what happened, she rubbed her clit, enjoying the sensation and anticipating the penetration that she was about to inflict upon herself. She couldn’t wait to get Becca’s tongue back onto her clit, both tongue and pussy covered and filled with tiny, little people, more helpless by far than the little mass of woman in front of her.
Katie fell into the machine and landed on her ass. She knew escape was impossible, but she tried to escape from the frictionless bowl anyway. She clawed at the sides, but it was impossible to gain a handhold. She gave up after a few seconds, slumped down in the middle of the bowl, and began to cry. But her tears didn’t fall for long. After a minute or so, she felt her body growing and changing. She became long and thick and hardened--still somewhat flexible, she knew instinctively, but she couldn’t control that through any action of her own. She found herself stuck in a standing position, hands by her sides, legs straight down, breasts jutting out, head somehow molded to her body so that her neck seemed to stretch out around and behind her head. She could still feel everything that happened to her, and that was what scared her the most. I’m a dildo, she thought to herself, I’m just a fucking dildo...A Doll wasn’t low enough. She made me a fucking Dolldo. I got one as a gag gift one time and never had the nerve to even look at the thing...
When the hardening was complete, a bell chimed and the enormous hand that had put her in the bowl returned. It did not seem so large now; she was longer than it was wide and it held her upright. The world was a blur as Cara moved toward her bed, preparing to pleasure herself with her reformed toy. She jumped onto the bed, opened her mouth, and slid Katie in, covering it in spit and wrapping her tongue around it. When the dildo was lubed up, she tugged it from her mouth and moved it slowly down her body, passing it between her breasts and rubbing it against her sweaty, cum-encrusted skin the whole way to her vagina. At last, at the portal to her womanhood, Cara spread her legs wide to receive Katie, parting her lips with one hand and slipping the Dolldo in with the other. She worked it in slowly, savoring every second of the penetration, then started to pound herself faster and faster...
The Doll would have cried if she could. The tongue was all over her. She was covered head to waist in saliva, and it was not a pleasant feeling. She was shoved in and out of Cara’s mouth, being treated just like the cock whose place she knew she would soon be taking. Most men would have killed to have a part of them in Katie’s position. Maybe they would have thought differently if they could have been there themselves.
After what felt like forever, she was removed from Cara’s mouth. She could see the girl looking at her, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her nipples hard. Katie knew what was about to happen and she was terrified. She was plunged downward, between massive breasts, over a tight, thin belly (perhaps her greatest fear was ending up inside of it, as some of her companions in the diorama had been the last time Cara had “gotten hungry” late at night), and over the girl’s moist lips. She stayed there for a moment, waiting for the inevitable plunge, and felt herself shoved in. Layers of flesh opened up around her. It was not a gradual thing; she was plunged in all at once, and within a couple seconds she was stuck from her head to her waist in the giant girl’s vagina.
She was rammed in and out, in and out, for what seemed like hours. She felt the walls expand and contract around her, felt the rhythm of the giant girl’s heart, heard her moans of pleasure, and wanted nothing more than to be out of the hell of flesh that she had been plunged into. With a mouth, she could have screamed.
Finally, Cara cried out in a great burst of pleasure and pulled the Katie-Doll out in a torrent of cum. It was over at last. The giantess rested for what could have been hours, her body not moving at all save for her heaving breaths. She left the Dolldo in a puddle of cum between her thighs. Once, they’d been much smaller than Katie’s, which were toned from years of dancing on a near-professional level. But now, they dwarfed her, and that was just adding insult to injury.
Eventually, Cara woke, and without a word picked up the dildo, bringing it back to her mouth. She licked her own dried cum off of Katie and slowly rose from her bed. She carried Katie’s stiff form over to the transmuter, holding her behind an enormous ass that jiggled in front of the tortured little dancer. Katie was as straight as they came, and to see this bitch flaunt her ass at her in this moment was just icing on the cake of degradation. Katie felt herself falling through the air, still covered in Cara’s dried cum. She felt her body changing from hard plastic to soft flesh. She felt her breasts regain their original shape, her hair flow down around her shoulders again, her entire body changing back to its blood and bone form. She was shrinking, as well; she stared up from between the titaness’ legs as she was reduced to only an inch or so in height. The lips before her moved in rhythm with the giant girl’s breathing.
Suddenly, a hand reached down and grabbed Katie from between the enormous legs stretching out for what seemed like miles behind her. She was lifted up and carried over the landscape of Cara’s body, past the mountainous breasts and the skin covering what she knew to be a cavernous stomach, and came to rest directly over Cara’s face. The giant girl smiled. She looked like she was about to pass out; she was, indeed, very tired from her earlier sexual activities with Becca and this had only tired her out even more.
She opened her mouth to speak and words like thunder poured out over Katie. “You’ve been a fun toy,” she said, “but right now I feel like a little snack before bed, and you look just cute enough to eat.” With that said, she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and slowly lowered Katie onto the behemoth pink snake that resided behind her lips.
Katie screamed as she had never screamed before, but it was no good. She tried to pry the titanic fingers off of her and felt them release. After a brief instant of triumphant joy over what she hoped was a successful attempt at escape, she realized that she had not fought off the hydra that was Cara’s hand; the girl had simply let go of her, allowing her to fall the remaining inch or so on her own. But she was still shrinking! Every moment that passed, a little more of her height vanished. She could see Cara’s face growing bigger, the tongue looming larger, even as she approached them. It was beautiful, but she knew what it really was. She was going to die in a state of perpetual diminishment, inside the guts of this enormous bitch. But as a Doll, she would never really die. Her neural patterns would be trapped in this girl’s body forever, always finding a smaller niche in her body to occupy as the diminishment protocol ran its horrifying course.
She landed on the tongue, still screaming and shrinking. She saw the blue ceiling of Cara’s room outlined by the white of her teeth, the pink of her lips and gums. Then she was thrust into darkness as the mouth closed suddenly. She prayed that Cara would chew her and spare her the long, painful death that would otherwise await her in her stomach. But she would have no such luck; as soon as the lips were closed, she felt herself being tossed around the cavern of flesh by the pink worm beneath her. Her breasts rubbed against the roof of Cara’s mouth, and she felt the girl tilt her head backward. She screamed one last muffled cry before she was washed down Cara’s throat with thousands of gallons of saliva.
All the way down Cara’s throat, she was crushed against the walls around her. She felt her breasts squeeze against her body, and nearly drowned in the saliva that had been swallowed with her. After what felt like forever, she came to a brief stop and then felt herself squeezed one last time out a fleshy valve before falling into the cavernous stomach beneath her. Her last few minutes were agony as she was burned alive by the gastric juices contained within Cara’s stomach. But her pattern lingered on, a ghost in the stomach of the enormous Cara, destined to watch everything that happened in that chamber of horrors. She joined others, the other decaying patterns of Dolls that the bitch had eaten. Many of them she recognized from class. Sorrow washed over her, as she began to accept that, yes, the rest of her life would be spent in the stomach of this airheaded, nymphomaniacal pervert, watching other people come to join in the same suffering.
Cara slept soundly that night, drifting off to the feeling of struggle in her belly. After a little while, her stomach fell silent, waiting to be fed in the morning.
5. Rachel's Wild Ride
Three days later, the City was rebuilding itself, as it always did. Its inhabitants were settling back into their daily routines of adoration, feasting, and terror. The Food District was the first to rebuild, ensuring that the diminutive beings living within it had access to the nutrition they needed to keep functioning. What few foundations remained from the previous destruction were dissolved and rebuilt, the baseboard’s internal transmuters working overtime to turn any available smart-matter into usable usable building material. They had no sign from Becca in all this time, and by the time they next saw her face the City was back to its usual, bustling self. Three days was the average rebuild time, and she had given them that. In the darkness of her dresser drawer, they cowered, the city itself dwarfed by the cups of the many bras that shared their little singularity.
The city’s thought-leaders had been thrown into disarray by the presence of this new goddess. Some among them understood the true nature of their city. Fewer still understood the nature of the world beyond it. It was whispered, in the darkest, most profane corners of the City, where the Goddess’ eyes never saw and the agents of the Panopticon had no recourse, that there was a secret beyond even that world, some mysterious nature to it that put the already-pathetic existence of these teeming millions of cum-drinking bugs into an even more radical perspective. But these were only rumors, and nobody paid attention to them.
“There’s a whole fucking other world beyond that one, too,” one of the raucous drunks outside Rachel’s window was shouting. “We’re fucking nothing, man. We think we aren’t anything, but I’m telling you it’s a lot worse than that, man--we’re nothing at all. That’s not the same as not being anything.”
“Bullshit,” said a woman’s voice in reply. “What’s the point, then? Why is there anything around here? Why does that giant bitch smear me against her fucking pussy twice every week? She’s gotta be important to--”
The woman’s voice cut out abruptly, replaced by wet gagging sounds. “So many questions,” sighed the man’s voice. “It’s so much easier just to spend all your time getting off. She’s big, she uses us for entertainment, sure, but she’s just some rich kid. Same as all the Priestly kids that come out here, just bigger. They’ve got machines that make our world up there, girly--big fucking machines that can make a town like this, but big enough for her to live in. That’s what I’m tellin’ you...” He trailed off, and the woman came up, sputtering.
“Next time you do that without warning me I’ll bite the damn thing off,” she said. Rachel, trying to sleep in her hot little apartment, had no choice but to listen to the couple until they wandered off. They’d been out there for some time, and now she was almost starting to envy the woman. She’d been very horny, ever since the new Goddess had shown herself. Her normal toys weren’t cutting it. She needed to see her Goddess again, feel the awe and terror that overcame her every time she was taken out and toyed with, smashed to paste against a perfect ass or lost in gastric acids or even lost in a forest of long, dark, beautiful hair. To have a man--or a woman, even--use her throat like she’d heard happen outside her window would at least distract her from her need to be in the presence of that giantess...and her gorgeous friend, as well.
As she fantasized about this inevitability, she felt an earthquake. The skies opened up overhead, and light plunged into the City. Above it hung two gargantuan pairs of breasts, and a pair of hands reaching down to pick up the baseboard and carry it away. They were Becca’s tanned hands, and Rachel could almost make out what the Goddess was saying. She stared out her window, watching as the couple outside were thrown into the distance by the force of inertia. Becca didn’t seem to care that she killed everyone outdoors in her City every time she picked it up. It was possible that she didn’t even realize it. Finally, she placed the City down in its familiar resting place on top of her bed. On either side of it, on their knees, were the two Goddesses. Becca had a device in her hand with which the City was intimately familiar. It controlled their size, their shape, everything about them. Once it selected them, they were entirely at the mercy of Becca, or whoever else had it.
Only twice had she ever used it, and nobody had ever forgotten the experience--everyone who had been grown to her size, and returned to the city as they all did, was now in permanent bricklock in the depths of the baseboard. A man had flooded them in an ocean of jizz, once, and he had never been forgiven. The same for a woman who had--against her will, admittedly--dominated Becca. She had pleaded and begged, but eventually, the Goddess had used the device to force the former diminutive into sitting on her Goddess’ face. Upon returning, she had been convicted by a tearful group of Priestly officials. It was a great legal tragedy, they said, and they promised that if ever the City changed hands, she would be forgiven.
Suddenly, Rachel felt herself tingling. No, she thought. It can’t be me. There are so many others...But it was her. She was growing at a frantic pace, up out of her building, out of her clothes, sidestepping as many buildings as she could along the way. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, sweating, and wetter and wetter with arousal, still. She eventually became tall enough that she could spread her legs around and over the City, stopping her wave of destruction...but there was no telling how many of her fellows she had crushed underfoot as she’d changed. They’ll have to punish me for this, she though, even though I didn’t do anything. Just like the others.
Finally she came to be at eye level with the crouching giantesses around her city. She kept getting bigger still, realizing that she was going to be their full height shortly--and then she was taller than either of them, astoundingly. But that didn’t matter. The two goddesses grabbed her by the the feet and hands, binding her arms and spreading her legs with some contraption on Becca’s bedframe.
“I’ve had this thing for years and I’ve never thought about doing anything like this,” said Becca. “Well, maybe a little, but you are fucking vicious, girl!”
“First time for everything,” laughed Cara. Unable to escape, writing on the bed, she watched as the two girls grabbed chunks of her home in their long-nailed fingers. Becca mounted her, ass in Rachel’s face, and started collecting great handfuls of City for her own play. Cara went directly to Rachel’s mouth, kissing her, then pulling away to dump rubble between her lips. When Rachel refused to open them to her a second time, the goddess--now shorter than her supplicant!--grabbed a funnel from a bedside drawer. She shoved it between Rachel’s lips and started dumping city blocks into the vortex of spit and tongue inside her mouth. Eventually, she simply had to swallow; there was nowhere else for the food-that was what it was-to go. Between her legs, she could feel Becca’s tongue, and Rachel knew that even as the goddess pleasured her, she was feeding the City to itself. Moans of hunger issued forth from her. She felt the City dissolving in her stomach, while she watched the Goddesses manipulate it into her and swallow other chunks of it, themselves.
Rachel came many times, her body spasming wildly each time. Finally, when almost nothing remained but a thin grey paste that had once been the three-day-old buildings of the City, Becca dismounted from her, and she felt herself once again shrinking. The Goddesses forgot about her, whispering to each other, then grabbing each other lustily and kissing. Between their legs, Rachel watched as a drop of cum fell from Cara’s pussy, landing on a recognizable building and crushing it into wet, slimy dust against the bed.
“I’m giving it to you,” she was able to hear Becca say. It was a whisper, but it was loud to the tiny Rachel. “I don’t need it anymore, and you’re more creative than me with it. Besides, I think we can share it. We see each other enough, don't we?”
“Of course,” said Cara, rumbling again all of Rachel’s surroundings. “I can’t wait to play with more of the little things.” Are they talking about us, about the City? Rachel had time to wonder. But the giantesses were already going at each other, and when they rolled over, crushing Rachel under toned thigh-flesh, she had no time to receive an answer.