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Tour Group - Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2020-11-20 20:09:20 +0000 UTCAllison landed hard on her shoulder and bounced off the wooden plank. She heard the thuds as her husband and the Asian girl fell beside her. She heard Donald groan, and saw the other girl get up, but she was far too busy to notice. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying to find her son.
“Micheal!” she screamed, but there was no response. With a nauseating gulp, Allison replayed what she had seen in the flash when they had been falling. She remembered now, John Pearce had grabbed her son, along with his … and … they had landed on the chair! She looked up just in time to see the behemoth bitch in the floral one-piece sit on that chair, her ass poking out over the side as the wood made a sickening creak.
“Fuck you! Not again! For fuck’s sake not again!” she hissed at the giantess, thinking of her poor son probably smothered by her vile rump. Before she knew what she was doing, she was up on her feet, running towards the giantess’s tanned foot.
“Allison, what are you … Allison?” Donald asked, rolling over and then getting to his feet as he watched his wife running towards the enormous, sandal-clad heel. He though about going after her, but he was never going to get to her in time. He made to do so, but Allison was already upon it.
“Get off my son!” she screamed wildly, raising her arms to trash the leather sole that was almost as tall as she was. Just then the giantess must have gotten restless. Donald watched in horror as the muscles of the leg tensed and with a deft flick, the sandal swung around. The wall of leather slammed into Allison and threw her backwards, the careless twitch sending her flying back. She crumpled as she hit the floor, but was already getting back up, furled by her fury.
Knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to do anything for her until she calmed down, Donald walked over to the other girl. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little sore,” Li replied, smiling weakly, “I'm used to not being noticed, but man are tourists oblivious.”
“You're telling me,” Donald replied, finally meeting someone he thought he could complain to, “You should have seen this bitch … er … woman on the plane …”
Allison was gasping for air, supporting herself with her hands on her knees, when her husband and the other woman arrived near the sandal. She had been pounding on the leather to no effect, and she was even angrier at Donald for taking his sweet time in getting there.
“Like I said, you don’t give a shit about our kids, do you?” Allison hissed.
“There’s a difference between doing something useful and acting like a crazy person,” Donald shrugged.
“Well then, what’s your great plan for getting to our Micheal?” Allison demanded.
Donald thought for a moment, looking at the base of the sandal and then the giantess’s leg before replying, “Give me a boost."
***
Gia bumped swore as her hip bumped into the table as she placed her coffee down. She adjusted the aviator-style shades on her face and pulled out the chair opposite her friend. She turned swiftly on her heels and sat down, reaching for her cup to take a sip.
Javier tightened his grip on the table cloth as he watched the giantess approach. He took in her long, unblemished legs that shot up from a pair of very minimalistic sandals all the way to the base of a very short skirt, worn up at the abdomen instead of the waist. Even from their elevation, Javier could make out her round bottom beneath the white skirt, a dark pair of panties caressing the inner curves and sinking enticingly in between. She wore a light blue tank top above, but with her back turned, he couldn’t see much more. He did however note shoulder length blonde hair, tied up in a pony tail.
With a loud bang, she collided with the table, sending a ripple along the tablecloth. Fortunately, Javier was holding on extra tight, but the two girl above him weren’t. Javier heard a pair of shrill screeches as the two of them were thrown violently off the sheet and tossed onto the chair below them. He watched the giantess reach for the chair and knew that he had to try to save them. He allowed the swinging cloth to propel him and at the last moment, let go. Javier leapt into the air and began to free fall towards the chair. The white cloth that covered the wood would do little to soften his landing, but it was a small price to pay to stop the two young women from getting crushed.
Jessica hit the seat and rolled to her side, pain shooting up her right arm and leg. She heard a thud as her sister too landed. She looked up and to her horror, instead of still being on the cloth, Javier was hurtling towards them, and behind him, the colossal figure of a middle-aged woman was grabbing hold of the chair. She ducked out of the way as Javier made contact with the chair feet first, rolling to the side with a grunt. The landing was far from easy, but he had practiced it so many times that he was able to roll right onto his feet, ready to move.
“Come on!” he yelled, reaching for Jessica and tugging her towards the front of the chair. He knew that most giants sat right back in their seats, so their only chance of escaping the now poised butt above them was to reach the front edge fo the seat. He glanced over his shoulder at Nicole, getting to her feet and starting to follow them. But then the chair moved.
Gia pulled the chair out sharply as she turned and the force fo the movement ripped the ground from under the legs of the tiny humans on the surface. Nicole crashed onto her side as Javier and Jessica tumbled together in a tangled heap. The giantess was upon them before they had a chance to recover. The pathetically short skirt rode up as she plopped her ass down, her left cheek absorbing Javier and Jessica. As her full weight came down, the butt cheeks expanded, and Nicole, who had found herself in the crack between the cheeks, was suddenly swallowed up as well, sandwiched from either side by her soft, panty-clad flesh. As the goddess relaxed into the seat, she shuffled her butt to get comfortable, smearing the tiny people beneath her and covering them in a thin layer of sweat that had accumulated on her bottom. All three were painfully pinned down by Gia’s curvaceous booty as she took a sip of her coffee, thinking of complaining about the bumpy chairs.
Erica shielded her face as the colossal cup was ripped off the table, swinging towards her and splashing her with a droplet of condensation. The cool water drenched her top, but at least she was alive. She rolled to the side instinctively as the cup was replaced on the table, the moist plastic heavier to her than it looked.
***
“God, are you seriously eating that?” Gia asked, staring at Olivia through her sunglasses.
“Yeah, but I’m having a tea instead of a fatty, milky coffee,” the brunette replied, swallowing a mouthful of ice cream, “So it balances out.”
“In what world does that balance out?” Gia asked.
“In the world of mind your own fucking business,” Olivia shot back, popping another spoonful of the synthetic vanilla flavoured slush into her mouth.
“Whatever, if that’s how you’re gonna talk to me for looking out for you,” Gia said, “What does it taste like anyway?”
“Honestly, pretty bad,” Olivia admitted, “But at least it’s cold.”
“I hear that, it’s way too fucking hot out here!” Gia concluded, “How long until the bus leaves?”
“Let me check,” Olivia said, putting down her spoon and reaching for her phone. In doing so, she shifted her weight, and John was smothered under her pussy, his head fully sinking into the fabric that separated him for her sweltering sex. He felt the slight moisture of the sweat from her taint against his body and the heavy scent of it filled this nostrils. Mercifully, the giantess seemed to be a clean one and both her body and the clothes carried the faint traces of soap and detergent respectively, which made the ordeal a little less horrible.
“Keep calm, boys,” he yelled, his voice muffled by the goddess’s flesh, “We’re gonna be okay.” He tried his best to stay calm, and prayed that Erica would do something to help them. He remembered her being on the table, and hoped that she had a contingency plan for something like this.
In fact, Erica was dealing furiously on her phone as she stood and tried to get their giantesses’ attention. The line was rising for the staff at the dinner, but no one was picking up. She watched as the two huge women sipped their drinks on either side of her, neither paying attention to her or the mayhem that they were causing. She tried calling the team again, and when that didn’t work, she called Andre.
***
Meanwhile, Donald had just about managed to crest Olivia’s foot, having left Allison and Li on the ground. The two women had managed to push the man onto the sandal. There, despite the heavy door of sweat that surround him, he had managed to find enough grip on the giantess’s foot to climb on top of it. Still, Donald was amazed that she hadn’t noticed him and he tried jumping up and down a few times to no avail. He walked the distance along her foot to her ankle and stared up at the leg before him. The sheer rise of her shin was like a skyscraper and even as he reached out to touch it, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to climb it.
“God damn it lady! Look down here!” he yelled, but it was no use. “What do we do now?” he asked, turning and yelling down to his his wife.
“This was supposed to be your plan!” Allison shouted back.
“Now is not the time for this, Allison!” Donald shot back, frustrated by her attitude and his helplessness. He glanced up again, but saw nothing new that would improve his odds of getting the giantess’s attention. He was about to share his conclusion with the two women, when the giantess’s foot moved. Li and Allison stepped back as the huge heel came up her foot tilting forwards at an alarming rate. They watch Donald swing his arms to keep his balance, but fell, tumbling down towards her toes. His body bounced up off the band of her sandal and disappeared between her toes. The heel came down with a boom and both Allison and Li were shocked at what had happened. They ran along the length of the enormous shoe towards where they had last seen him.
“Somebody get me out of here!” Donald yelled, his shoulders wedged between two of the giantess’s enormous toes. His head poked out from between them, but he was well and truly stuck. The scent of her sweaty foot was flooding his nose, causing his eyes to tear. He face facing her foot, and caught sight of the faintest build up of gunk in the web between her toes. Just then, the goddess wiggled her toes, the solid columns of meat flexing and crushing Donald from both sides.
“Stop it!” he yelled, but it was too late. The movement of Olivia’s humungous toes had twisted him sideways, brining his face into direct contact with her oddly cool toe. Donald struggled but his efforts proved useless against the powerful digits, and his nose and mouth were forced against the most skin. His muffled complaints were snuffed out by the flesh as he was smothered against the side of the middle toe. His open mouth allowed the film of sweat that had formed there to wash over his tongue and the tiny man gagged as the salty taste assaulted his mouth, as the pressure did the same to the rest of his body. Olivia scrunched her toes with the tiniest bit of force and Donald felt the air leave his lungs as he was crushed.
***
“Hello?” spoke the voice over the receiver.
“Andre? You have to come back, now!” Erica yelled into her phone, still jumping and waving up at the brunette.
“What? What’s going on?” Andre demanded.
“There’s two women here and …” Erica paused as she thought that the brunette had glanced over at her, but she proceeded to pick up her ice cream bowl, scraping the bottom of the last drops. “Just get here! I’ll explain later,” Erica said, hanging up and trying her luck again.
“Excuse me!” the tiny woman shouted, getting no notice from the two giantesses. Luckily, at that moment, another figure approached the table. The waitress was confused, carrying a dozen or so tiny cups of lemonade and some small platers of ice cream, she had been led to believe that she was serving a group of shrunken people. However, upon arriving at the table, all she could see were two very normal sized ladies, who already had drinks.
“Excuse me miss, are you at the right table?” she asked and the two women shared a look.
“What the fuck do you mean, the right table?” Gia shouted, shocking the waitress and nearly making her drop her little tray, “We're sitting at our table.”
“I am really sorry miss, I only thought that it was reserved for …” she tried, but Olivia cut her off.
“Yeah, it was reserved for us you dumb slag,” the brunette spat, straightening up in her chair. The movement unknowingly tilted her hips forwards and the two tiny boys between her thighs backed away in terror as the enormous woman’s crotch compressed John’s body, his buried form crushed under the heavy meat of Olivia’s sex. Even with the ruffled fabric of the romper and her panties between them, he could feel that hot, moisture oozing from her. The two boys were startled, and each one continued backing away from the suddenly animated giantess that surrounded them. They crept closer and closer to the edge of the seat as the floral print wall followed them.
“I am so sorry miss,” the waitress said.
“Well, are you going to stand there all day or give us what we ordered?” Gia demanded, eyeing the tray in her hand but not able to see what was on it from her angle.
“Oh, you ordered this?” the waitress replied.
“Yes, we did.” Olivia hissed, “Now put it down and get lost.”
The waitress opened her mouth to reply, but decided against it. She leaned over to put the tray down, its progress followed closely by the two women. All three of them froze when their eyes landed on the tiny woman, waving on the table.
