Time to play

[Lurker]

Hey long time lurker who thought they give this a try, as I might want to contribute to something than just wait for others. Not quite sure on the rules. This has just been something terrible that I have for a while. So now y’all gotta suffer knowing it’s out there

Time to play:

Cat and mouse

Beca was starting to regret letting Rachael talk her into going out to the bar last night. However after 4 months of non stop classes and a killer final, her classes were done for the semester. Not to mention it being her 21st birthday. So after maybe a couple too many shots Beca now found herself in a strange place, with a splitting headache.

Bumbling around in the dark earned Beca the ire of not only Racheal who seemed to have joined in this weird situation, but also eight other women. However it did not take long for the group to realize the oddity of their situation, after all, what could possibly mean if nearly a dozen young women woke up in a strange container with no lights. Well anyone could take a guess, and it certainly wouldn’t be pleasant.

As they tried to gain a bearing on their situation some of the girls tried to figure out a link between them all. There was of course Beca the 21 year old university student, and while she didn’t wear tightest of clothes one could easily find that her figure would not be something to be ashamed of with nearly C cups and a flowing black hair.

However one would forget about her once Racheal was mentioned a 22 year old with what seemed to be gravity defying E cups, and a figure which certainly reminded someone of a hour glass, coupled with her blonde hair, this girl had no problem getting whichever boy she wanted in a bar.

Then came the people that she had never met before, first was Anne, a 19 year old who used a fake ID to get into a bar. Hoping for a nice hookup, and a wild time. Sporting a much more modest A cup, and modest figure. She reminded everyone of the younger sister. Making the situation all the more grim. She too had black hair, however it was usually done up in a pony tail.

Next came the oldest of the group, Cindy an Asian housewife who had recently left her husband. Having been married young meaning despite her relatively young age of 36 her only child had just started college. Seeing the chance to regain her life she left her husband, meaning this women with porcelain skin and a rack which make men whistle was freed to pursue pleasures beyond being the house wife she once was. She Spent her Friday night as she always did going to her favourite hole in the wall, the rusty cricket. Only to end up here with the rest of the women here.

Then there was someone who really grind the gears of everyone here. A bitch named Stephanie, a trust fund baby who had artificially got her knockers beyond Racheal and putting them squarely into the F cup range. Coupled with dyed blonde hair. She only gave her name as a means to shut everyone up, explaining that they were all beneath her, and that they should let themselves be treated like the sluts they were, and that she would easily be out of this, as she was someone that actually mattered.

Despite the rudeness of their fellow prisoner beca and Racheal were able to deduce that as they were all picked up from a wide range of bars this meant that whoever had them right now probably had a net work, meaning hopefully police would be aware, however this also meant the kidnappers would be pretty sophisticated unfortunately lowering the odds of a rescue.

In the middle of the women’s scramble for information one of the walls opened up to reveal a bright light, while some of the women including Cindy moved towards it while most backed away.

However such attempts were thwarted as the opposite wall began to push on their backs moving towards the light. And like the others Racheal decided the light was less dangerous that being between the wall with an ever decreasing amount of space between them.

Upon exit of the container the women were confronted with an impossible reality ahead of them. What seemed to be a 80 ft tall women dressed in a tiger stripped loincloth, with a similar strip of fabric wrapped around her chest holding in comparatively large breasts contrasted to her pale white skin. Frizzy orange hair adorned with cat ear headbands. Seeing the much smaller women on the ground, the cat-girl bend down on all fours approached the much smaller group.

Beca was certainly terrified as the, hazel eyes of the would be cat lady, pierced into her. A certain hunger unnaturally for any human filled those eyes, and beca sought to cower from them only to find that there was no place to cower to. The ten women, all sat terrified in-front of a giant women. However as the hot moist breathe began to run across their bodies a booming voice spoke.

“My dear kitty, no playing until the rules are explained.”

This caused the cat-lady to scamper back, from the group of terrified women, bringing in an even more terrifying sight, in what seemed to be a giant, which would tower over skyscrapers, sitting in a rocking chair. With little on beside a silk robe.

The memory of him flooded Beca mind as the last guy to buy her a drink last night. However no roofie could explain why the man sat with a glass of scotch which could easily crush an apartment complex.

Even as these thoughts swam around in Beca’s mind, the man continued to speak.

“Greetings my name in Richard, however you may refer to me as the games master, or as the arachnid.” A evil grin decorated his face.

“You all have been selected to join my games, one of the most popular of our particular clientele. Lucky huh. Now unlike other shows which would just have you mash together like a bunch of dolls, we prefer to examine a full range of emotions here.”

Even as the minuscule women began to regain their bravery the giant of a man, ignored their words and continued his monologue.

“Today, we will be playing a game of cat and mouse, now the rules are simple staring with this pretty kitty right here, you will all have one minute to hide, anywhere that you can, and it is the job of the cat, to collect the mice. However the cat will changed every two minutes with the limitation of staring on my lap. With that being said, good kitties who catch a mouse will get to reset their timers, and keep on the hunt.” The giant seemed to hold the air for a moment only to respond to the silence with “questions?”

As the silence held onto the air, the women gulped not wanting any of this to be real, only for a friend of Anne to pipe up “what do you mean by catch a mouse?”

A amused grin spread across the man’s face, as the tiny girl was picked up by the much larger cat lady. Bringing everyone’s attention to her once again, then onto the cloths which they themselves wore, being a mixture of white blacks and grays fabric made in similar form to the cat lady’s. With large round pieces attached to the head.
“Well my dear mouse, I certainly don’t want any trophies”
With those words the spoken, the “cat” threw the “mouse” in the air only for it to land in her gapping maw. Swinging her head down, all the other “mice” could see outstretched hand of their former companion only for it to be sucked back in as the throat bobs telling everyone of the curious mouse’s fate.

The oranges hair women, then unceremoniously approached the game master’s lap, as the much larger man scooped her up, and began to insert what seemed to be a tail into her rear end. Showing a face slowly approaching ecstasy.

With a large sound going off, and a timer beginning to count down from a minute the small women began to stir, well for the most part, one seemed to be completely broken kneeling there, and despite her friend constant pulling, after ten seconds being abandoned to face the soon to be released women-eating giant. However Beca and Racheal wasted no time running to the nearest cover, to what them seemed hundreds of meters away seemed to be a book shelves which towered over even the one who would soon be their pursuer.

With the time rapidly draining, and with another quick costume change, being that as the giant finally seemed to get the tail stuck into their cat like counter part, all the “mice” tripped in pain, as suddenly their had wardrobes a tail to match, however with much less foreplay the shock of having something quickly injected into their posterior was less pleasant than the face of cat lady would have one believe.

This delay left many of the mice fifty or so feet from their goals when the “cat” was released. Seeing that the one girl was throughly shocked, the orange haired giantess, sprang towards a different pair, that being Anne, and another women who seemed to be 25 years old.

The pair, sensing their oversized pursuer, showed a renewed energy, as they dashed for the gaps between two of the tower like book shelves. In stark contrast to the seductive showings of orange hair giantess, who moved about four fifths of the way over, only to pop up her rear end, as she tensed her limbs and sprain forth, towards the pair who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Anne had never been much of a runner, sure she wouldn’t pass out in gym class however a marathon was well beyond her limits, and she wouldn’t be placing in any track and field events. However today, she ran with conviction and speed that was well beyond anything she had done before. The trick being a giant cat cosplaying psycho who seemed intent on swallowing her whole. And while the “cat’s” stride was relaxed it still shook the ground for Anne, that was until it stopped. Believing she might had gained a reprieve Anne looked back only to see the hunger eyes of the giant women, preparing to pounce.

Seeing this Anne redoubled her efforts to make it to safety, even passing her fellow pursued however it was as the last leg of the race, only half a dozen feet from the crack of safety did the orange haired “cat” pounced towards her prey

With an outstretched hand, the “cat” reached forward. However as the two little ones had some distance, we’re just about out of reach and as she came down, the cat knocked them forward. Having the smaller of the two go flying into the crack, and the other one falling face first into the floor.

All the women peeked out from their new found hiding spots to watch the horror. Thankfully it seemed that the young girl Anne had made it to safety, such circumstances were not shared by the girl just a few feet behind her. Sure she could had gotten up and continued her run, however it seemed the “cat” had caught her prey by the tail and was intent on enjoying her prey.

The “cat” dragged her prey back, and proceeded to lift up her now caught prey. Seeing that her prey had been bloodied by the force of an entire freeway, bearing down on her back, she decided it was best to clean up the prey.

Taking her tough, and lapping up the little “mouse’s” face, leaving a soaking wet terrified women in her grasp. Then the cat attacked with her tongue, exploring every crevice of the poor women in her grasp. Until it landed on one of the more sensitive areas, then with practice precision the muscle, easily the size of the “mouse” itself, attacked her loins, until finally as it was coaxing a climax from its terrified prey, it threw the tiny woman to the back of the throat displaying a face of unwilling ecstasy and horror as it flew back into depths below.

With the only news being of that women’s death, being the ominous clock in the corner of the room resetting to 2:00.

For whatever reason, the death of one of her companions seemed to finally wake up the poor woman still at the starting position, as she took off like a bullet, unfortunately it seemed her mind had not fully returned as it seemed she fully intended to cover the hundreds of feet go between legs of someone ,who had already devoured two others with glee, and then join Anne in a crack.

Fair to say, this would not be a happy ending for the previously petrified player, as the “cat” playfully dropped to the floor as the “mouse” was in front of her. Leaving her large breasts to impact on the women, with the force of a truck, leaving her a broken imprint on the left tit.

The only signs of life from this one who was so young was painful moans.

The “cat” began to stand back up, to inspect her handy work only to see nobody on the floor. With frantic movements she looked around for the prey, until she realized that the crushed body was adhered to the end of her breast, and with a quick lick of her finger and a swipe removed the broken form from the clothing.

However with a disgusted seeing the crushed form, unceremoniously threw the now wad of meat to the back of her throat, and swallowed like it was a bad shot.

Once again the clock reset.

Confirming her kill the “cat” began to prowl once again, however with the “mice”now being hidden the task had become much harder. She begun, by reaching into the crack, seemingly hoping that Anne had been naive with getting to the crack and had remained within reach. However once that failed she began to rip at the books on the shelves hoping to find a mouse who had been naive in their hiding.

This continued until the thirty second mark. Now as the seconds counted down, it seemed the sexy swagger of the cat lady disappear turned into a much more frantic demeanour. So fast was she throwing books off the shelves, to the point that it seemed she had finally caught a mouse. With her arm pinned between the pages of a book, one of the tiny ladies, was ripped out from her hiding spot. Thankfully the cat lady did not notice her catch, as the book was sent flying across the room.

However the small one attached to it was not able to keep her fear to herself, as she let out an ear-piercing screech. Which was able knock her would be captor out of her blind throwing of books, to notice she already found a prize. Leaping towards the scream, time seemed to slow down as both were now air borne. Sailing across the room, was a two women of different sizes only described as an order of magnitude.

The moment the two hit the floor not only did it cause the many more women in the room too feel a rumble, that even sent one over curious “mouse” tumbling off the bookcase. The “cat” scoffed at the pain, however her tiny counterpart, did a lot more than scoff, as she howled in pain, seeming that her arm had been knocked out of place, and her body had been bloodied.

Still the impending doom that was and orange haired giantess, the tiny one bit her lip, and got up and began to shuffle away.

Though strangely enough the “cat” seemed just as frantic, as she clawed at the floor if not to be just an inch closer to her prey, and one could tell it had something to do with the timer which was now on three seconds.


A thunderous tick, and the giant hand missed by a fraction of an inch, tumbling the injured prey forward.

Two seconds, saw another outstretched reach, successfully catching its prey.

In the final second as the prey was but one throw from the gapping maw, a bright light filled the room. In the place of the once giant woman, was a much smaller orange hair girl, letting out a horrified screech.

Now opposed to her orange strips of cloth and cat ears, she later in the middle of the floor, with much rounder head wear, much like those that at one point would had been her victims.

Now in the lap, of the nearly forgotten giant, was a some what familiar figure of Cindy, sure she was out of her muted grey outfit they had seen her in before, and instead she was styled in a Snow White cloth, which paired with her unique skin tone almost made it seemed like she wore nothing it at all. Not to mention the fact that she was now the one who would stand equal with entire buildings.

Having come to terms with the situation, the two parties, the former tormentor, and new found giant, they both seemed to spring forth.

With the orange haired, running for her life Cindy called out in a threatening manner.
“Oh no you don’t bitch”

Picking up the pace it seemed obvious that there was no way the orange haired tiny could outrun, the giant Asian.

Though it seemed fortunate that the previous giant had been haphazard with her throwing of books as it seemed intent on using them as tunnels to disguise her movements. Unfortunately for her, as a mom, Cindy had plenty of practice noticing the small details, and was able to pinpoint her target. With a solid step, just as the newly minted prey was getting out from underneath a book, the weight of entire building was put on top of her former refuge. Bisecting the would-be escapee.

Having their tormentor punished, Cindy took a certain pride, however that was only for a moment , as putting all her weight on a books appears to be a bad idea.

With the book slipping out from underneath her, Cindy was sent backwards. And though Cindy had chased the former tormentor, that did not mean her fellow prey had been whisked to safety, sure given time that might had been the case. But as the something the size of a large truck was coming down, that simply wasn’t enough time.

Cindy rubbed her ass, as the fall, did not do her any favours, however it was when she brought her hand to the front did she realize her counterparts fate. And began to panic and mumbling apologies.

This series of events allowed the forgotten giant, to chuckle as the vindictive psycho, who charged through a room, to stomp another flat, was upset at an accidental death. Sure one could say that the orange haired one deserved it but in this game, it was kill or be killed. It was however after twenty seconds of laughing at the hysteria of the now double murder, that the man began to lose patience and sought to coax his little kitten along.

“You know a good kitty, hunts” pausing a moment to stare at the red stains on the floor “and doesn’t leave a mess”

With this through her tears, Cindy can see that her clock did not reset like the previous kills. And began to mournfully move about her abhorrent task.

This soon lead to the meeting of the groups oldest and the groups youngest, Anne having tried climb up to a higher shelf had fallen to the floor, leaving on the floor, with no where to run.

Despite, Anne’s desire to escape, and Cindy’s unwillingness to go on with the hunt the scene of a giant 38 year old mother over a minuscule young girl still occurred. And then Anne seemed to finally break. In a fit of tears she fell to the floor, no longer able to resist.

Of course the little one had not known, that would cause her giant counterpart to back down from her hesitant conviction. After the one in-front of Cindy was not a mouse, not a snack to be had. But someone’s kid, not much older than Cindy’s own.

So Cindy picked up the tiny girl and sought to comfort her, however it was much harder to comfort someone, when they are but inches tall, or when they are convinced you are getting ready to eat them. Simply resting the terrified tiny on her breast, and patting their back, the time came to a close.

Racheal and beca were deep in the back of the books at this point, however they did had a look at the scene, and this gave Racheal an idea.

“Okay, so it’s obvious no one wants to eat each other, so if it’s one of our turns left let’s team up with them and get everyone to just refuse to play this stupid game.”

Moments go by and as luck would have it Racheal was in-fact the next cat.

Her large cup size was emphasized by her now giant stature, barely contained by the beige cloth wrapped around them. She made her thunderous steps towards the pair comforting each other, hoping to get them to join in on the plan.

[randomguywhosthere]

Very cool start! The constant role-changing as their sizes shift around due to the timer is a really fun idea! Kinda wish the red-haired girl survived long enough to get eaten, though. Looking forward to the next part!