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Tour Group - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2020-10-25 07:29:03 +0000 UTCAnna collided with a band of moist fabric, her chest hitting it squarely and the rest of her body bending around it. Her face sunk into it and she instantly felt a cool, wet sensation. She gagged at the reek of urine and sweat that surrounded her head, and for a moment, she thought that she had indeed landed in the pit. But despite the moist sensation, she was definitely on something more solid that a mountain of shit. She tried to get her balance, but her hands sunk into the fabric as it twisted and shifted around her. Unable to raise her head, Anna turned it to the side, cringing as her hair stuck to the wet surface.
The band of fabric was in fact a ripple in a wide sheet of white, that stretched out for some distance beside her. It continued until it reached a massive, pale column, around which it wrapped. Anna was sure that she could see the enormous column move, tiny beads of sweat catching the dim light as it did. She realised exactly where she was, and her eyes widened in panic. She started to roll, to do anything to get off, but then everything around her started to move.
Becca shook her hips a little to finish off. In her rush to get out of the smelly box, she stood up and hoisted her pants back on without bothering to wipe. Emilie straightened too and managed to get a tiny glimpse of Becca’s panties before they disappeared beneath her overhanging stomach. The German girl grinned, picturing the white underwear, and what it would have felt like to be in it. As the two girls started to leave, neither one of them had noticed what had happened to their tiny third. Becca even scratched her crotch, barely aware of why she had felt the need to do it.
While her giantess friend imagined it, Anna was actually experiencing the trap all too personally. The underwear had shot up so quickly that she had barely had time to register where she was going before she found herself face first against the Irish behemoth’s massive crotch. Anna gagged as the last few droplets of urine that clung to the beastly woman’s sex soaked her body, drenching her in the stench of concentrated piss. The sweat absorbed by the cotton already was nothing compared to the waiting bath of perspiration that was on the monstrous folds of skin. Anna shook her head, trying to free at least her mouth from the embrace of Becca’s pussy, its sweltering surface making it impossible to breathe, but this only made her situation worse.
In a flash, Anna felt the titan’s retaliation to her struggles, as a huge mass pressed her from behind. Anna cursed her rotten luck as the colossal digit thrust her into the waiting lips, and the giantess scratched her pussy with Anna’s tiny body on the tip of her finger. She was lathered in more sweat and urine than she had ever wanted to see, and for the umpteenth time in the last few days, she felt tears coming out of her eyes, mixing into the fluids that already coated her.
Was this really what her life was reduced to? Was Emilie’s care the only thing that had kept her functioning like a normal human, instead of some sort of bug?
As these thoughts stung her heart and the salty sweat stung her eyes, Anna felt the finger withdraw, but she didn’t dare move again. Instead, she accepted her fate, allowing the fat giantess’s pussy to smother her, as her panties rode up as ass and pulled the puny prisoner ever more tightly against her crotch.
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The older, Asian giantess was not as big as the beast that had just crushed Jed, but both Clara and Burt knew full well that she could easily be their doom if they weren’t careful. They doubled their efforts as they hollered for help, their cries drowned out by the ground breaking stomp of the Caucasian goddess above them.
A few feet in front of Lynn, the two other tiny people were still running for their lives, making scarce progress. As the towering woman advanced, neither Mark nor Adrian dared look back. The enormous woman had a splitting headache from the heat and was hardly looking where she was going. She had seen enough of the flat dirt track to be comfortable closing her eyes for a few steps at a time, hoping that it would ease her pain. Unfortunately for the tiny men before her, this meant that there was no chance of her seeing them.
BOOM!
Mark stumbled and found himself diving for the ground as Lynn’s colossal foot landed just an arms-length away from him. Her terrifyingly huge sandal made the ground jump with the force of its strike, and it was not slowed down by Adrian’s body being in the way. The former software developer was obliterated as what felt like the weight of a planet struck him in the blink of an eye. His insides liquified against the dirty sole of the sandal and he didn’t even have time to feel the agony of his demise before he was erased from existence. Mark screamed in terror, his eyes streaming with tears as he too expected to die. He was so close to the monstrous foot that he could smell the aroma that radiated from it: a sickening mix of sweat and leather that meant death. He trembled beside the sandal, but couldn’t bring himself to move. He thought his heart would give out just from the fear that coursed through his veins, but then all fo a sudden, he accepted it. He was going to die, and there was nothing that would change it. He didn’t even flinch as Lynn’s other foot came sailing towards him.
Lynn stumbled to the side and her sandals scrapped against each other as she swayed to the side. She struggled not to kick her own leg out from under her, but eventually managed to steady herself, planting both feet on the ground. Unfortunately for Mark, this meant that her sandal had come right at him. The front of the thick sole smashed into his fragile body, shattering his left arm and ribcage. The force of the impact was like getting hit by a truck, only one that was a thousand times bigger than any he had ever seen. His body was lifted off the ground and thrown violently into the air. Mark’s body was tossed almost a foot before it crashed into the dirt, rolling several times before it came to rest in a crumpled heap. Blood was keeping from his arm, bent in too many places to be anything but shattered. He cried out, but even that only compounded the agony he felt, as every breath he took sent waves of pain from his broken chest. He coughed and little speckles of red splattered from his mouth, and even as he tried to focus, he felt his vision blurring, blood pressing against his brain from where he had hit his head against the goddess’s foot.
The world seemed to become quieter and Mark heard only his own ragged breathing and the faint shaking something falling to the ground. He tried to roll over onto his back, but he was making slow progress when Lynn reached him. The blonde giantess was still just continuing along her way, oblivious of the man she had just battered. Mark was still pushing himself into a more comfortable position when the worn leather sole of the sandal crushed him. The heavy material struck his body with such power that he was extinguished instantly. His already bleeding figure splattered against the dirty surface, his remains mixing in with the mud on the ground as she compressed him. As Lynn continued, she never noticed the three tiny red dots she had left in her wake, nor the bits of human carcass that stuck to the bottom of her sandal.
***
John sat watching his son chatting away with the Davidson’s son. Beside him was Li, the tiny Chinese-American girl who was also part of the travel group. She was dressed in loose fitting t-shirt and shorts, which looked rather comfortable. John had spoken to her about where she got the clothing from, thinking ahead for when Aiden would eventually need new clothes. The market for fashion in the size of shrunken people was very limited, so when one found a good company, they didn’t look for another.
“Yeah, I’ve been buying from them for years,” Li said, her eyes on the little boy, “They never let me down.” She smiled, enjoying the conversation with the older man. He was remarkably easy to talk to, and Li loved the way he behaved with his son. He wasn’t bad looking either. A healthy coating of stubble hugged his chin and he had a strong jaw. Between him and his adorable kid, Li found herself having more fun than she had so far this trip. On the other side of the two children were Micheal’s parents, and their conversation was slightly less friendly.
“I'm just saying, why can’t we even be apart for a moment?” Donald demanded. He was glaring at his wife, but she was too busy watching her son. “This is my vacation too!”
“Your vacation?” Allison growled, her gaze not moving, “All I've been doing all this time is trying to keep our kids safe. And you clearly don’t care about them.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Donald shot back.
“It mean, what in the world were you thinking letting our daughters go off with that Hispanic boy?” Allison retorted.
“I was thinking that they should enjoy this time as well!” Donald yelled. He got a look from the other father and the Asian girl and he grimaced, making a note to keep his voice down.
“Let’s just stop talking about it,” Allison concluded. She kept her eyes on her son, playing with the other boy. The six of them were sat well away from the edge fo the table, having learned the risks of being too close before. The glorified tray that they had arrived on was behind them, and around the corner of it were her daughters, and at that moment, her husband’s trust in them was proven to be misplaced.
“What do you guys say about finding something to do?” Javier asked, bored of sitting on the table while his sister was probably having a true adventure. He was getting restless waiting for the supposed drinks and ice cream to arrive. He had eyed the empty table beside theirs and in particular, the half-eaten bowl of french fries that lay abandoned on it. He figured that all her needed to do was to get across onto a chair and then make the leap onto one carelessly untucked into the other table.
“I’m up for it,” Jessica blurted out, making sure to lock eyes with Javier, but he smiled at her and her sister, who nodded her agreement with the idea.
“Okay,” Javier said, excitedly rubbing his hands together, “Let's get to that chair first.” He gestured to the edge of the table, and the back of a wooden chair, draped in cloth, beyond it. He set off towards it and the two sisters eagerly followed.
Erica was just rounding the corner as she saw them set off towards the edge of the table. She was getting annoyed at the slow service, having expected the refreshments to have been with them. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but was getting worried by the three clients walking towards the edge of the table. She really didn’t need anyone getting lost so early in the trip. She started towards them, but then something more pressing caught her attention.
