The Giantess Security Guard by paok

“Fuckin’ finally!” Brittany shouted, turning up the music. The beats of her amped-up car subwoofers shook the ground.  To the tiny community, it must have felt like an earthquake. It was 11:30 P.M. “Let’s get this fucking show on the roooaaad!”

“Wooooo!” Steph joined in. Tiffany was quiet. She was feeling better, especially because of the vodka. Well, almost entirely because of the vodka. But she still didn’t like screaming for no reason.

The girls stumbled into the town, stepping over the fence, carrying their bottles of alcohol and red plastic shot glasses with them.

“It’s like walking through an ant farm,” Tiffany marveled.

“Maybe you’ll find another cute ant-sized guy, huh Tiff?” teased Brittany. Tiffany ignored her.

The lights were rapidly coming on in the surrounding houses. Hundreds of the tiny residents were looking out the window, shocked that the giantesses were so brazen and getting so close to them. Some had been woken up by their talking, but now, with the music and their powerful steps, all were awake and fearful. Some were foolish enough to leave their houses and stare up at the women from the street. Of course, if they were stepped on, it wouldn’t matter whether they were inside or outside. Others cowered inside and called for help. Knowing that the tiny police would be useless, some were calling the guard house instead. Of course, nobody picked up.

Tiffany carefully kneeled down on two streets, straddling a dozen houses between her legs as she lowered her face to the street, her curly blonde hair draped over the bonsai trees. She peeked into a dormer. Inside, she saw a couple in bed together. The woman was underneath the man. Both were naked, but covered with a sheet. They were staring, wide-eyed, terrified of the massive eye that was peeking at them.

“Woah, sorry!” Tiffany lurched back and sat up, just barely avoiding crushing the houses in front of and behind her pelvis.

Stephanie noticed a tiny guy at her feet, staring up at her. “Ooh, a cutie!” She knelt down, flashing the terrified man with the underside of her skirt, and picked him up. He looked to be about her age. “Hey little guy, want a drink?”

The guy stared dumbfounded at her for a moment, then nodded his head, afraid of what she would do if he refused.

“Okay!” Stephanie plopped him into her plastic shot glass. “Brit! Another round, please!”

Brittany ran over, not caring whether she was stepping on anything or not. “Sure thing!” She poured Stephanie a drink, before she even saw the man. She noticed the ant-like thing treading water in the cup and giggled. “Think he wants a body shot?”

“You know it. Hey, Tiff, get a video of this!”

Tiffany fumbled with her phone and couldn’t manage a steady shot. None of the girls could at that point. Brittany not-very-carefully laid down in the middle of a larger road, pressing on the houses at her sides, and waved Stephanie over. Stephanie crawled up her side, straddling her, and placed the shot glass into the crevice between Brittany’s braless tits. She held the sides of her breasts together, holding the cup still, and grinned. “Tiff! Ready when you are!” Tiffany zoomed in on the cup, and gasped when she saw something floating in it. She couldn’t make it out, but she was pretty sure she knew what it was. “Okay, cheese!” Stephanie flashed a V at the camera before bending down to meet Brittany’s chest. She nibbled at the cup, but couldn’t get a hold of it, spilling some vodka. She finally bit it and lurched back up, downing the shot with her head up high. She snatched it from her mouth and held it up in a victory pose, smiling for the camera again. “Wooooo!”

“You missed some, Steph,” Brittany grinned, pointing towards the little spill of vodka dripping down her breasts and onto her neck.

“Ooh, I’d better get it. You still recording Tiff?”
“Yeah!” 

At this point, none of them had the short-term memory to remember the tiny man that was in the cup. Neither Brittany nor Stephanie noticed the little wriggling figure trying to stop himself from sliding down Brittany’s neck and onto the pavement. But his struggle was useless. Stephanie hunched down again and stuck her tongue right between Brittany’s boobs, and slowly lapped up the spill, circling her friend’s chest and around her neck, summiting at the chin. Stephanie raised herself up and licked her lips. Brittany gave her a sultry look, and Stephanie went back down, grabbing Brittany’s face and giving her a long, hard suck on the lips. She sat back up on Brittany’s waist. “Wooo!” She tossed the cup somewhere into the distance. She didn’t feel the tiny she had just swallowed, but then again, she barely felt the alcohol, either.

As Brittany rolled over to get up, carelessly crushing trees and houses in the process, she noticed another tiny guy in the street, stuck in place from fear. She grabbed him before jumping back up.

“Hey, Tiffany, catch!” 

“What?” Tiffany barely had time to react as Brittany tossed the tiny man towards her. “Aaah!” Tiffany stumbled and dropped her phone onto the street below as she stumbled towards Brittany, flailing her hands around. The tiny flew off somewhere into the darkness. “It’s too dark, Brittany! I dropped my phone! God!” Tiffany grumbled and bent down to pick up her phone off the crushed remains of a car. “Where did he go?”

“Ah, who cares, catch this one!” Brittany had torn the roof off of another house and picked up a tiny, nude woman from her bath, who was now also hurtling somewhere towards Tiffany.

Tiffany shrieked and again tried to catch her. This time, miraculously, she felt something small collide with her hand, and she cupped them together just in time. The woman was unconscious, and Tiffany gently placed her in the front yard of a random house near her. “I guess whoever lives here is going to get quite a sight tomorrow,” she giggled.

Stephanie was starting to feel a bit left out, and motioned for Tiffany’s attention. “Get this on camera!” She had arranged several cars into a pile in the middle of a road, and was kneeling over it. She dangled her huge breasts over it, swinging them back and forth like a wrecking ball building up speed. Tiffany crouched and rested her phone on the ground for the best view. “One!” She swung her chest just a bit closer to the ground. “Two! Three! Squish!” She let her weight go completely, and fell on top of the cars. They were no match for her massive chest, and the sound of their destruction was totally muffled by her breasts. The cars simply vanished beneath her bust. “Aww, no explosion or anything?” Tiffany pouted. Stephanie lifted herself back up. Her rising breasts revealed that the cars had been completely flattened like crushed aluminum cans. Was there a pool of blood appearing beneath one? Or was that gasoline? It was hard to tell in the dim orange street lights. 

“Check this guy out!” Brittany shouted. She had somehow deftly undressed a young man with her fingers, and was pinching his hands, swinging him back and forth. “Look how tiny his junk is!”

“If he was bigger, he’d be really hot!” Stephanie giggled.

“I know, what a shame!”

“Maybe you should show him what he’s missing out on!” Tiff prodded. She couldn’t believe she just said that. Had to be the vodka talking. 

“Yeah, have a taste of these babies,” Brittany slipped her breasts out of her top with one hand, and smashed the guy into each of her nipples with the other. Tiffany got close-ups of the guy disappearing into the yielding flesh along with the tips of her fingers. “Don’t you wish you were bigger, and you could suck on these huge titties? They’re like mountains to you, aren’t they, little man?” She giggled. “I guess that makes you a titty mountaineer!” 

“Careful with those Everests!” Tiffany laughed.

Brittany kept switching him back and forth between her nipples, playfully moaning. “You wish you were in this guy’s place, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“Well what if I do this?”

Brittany turned around and stuck her butt out towards Tiffany, and placed the guy on her cheek, covered by thin leggings. “You’d ride me, right Tiff?”

“Yeah!” Tiffany slapped Brittany’s butt cheek, barely avoiding the little guy. Brittany reached back and rubbed him into her butt, while she gyrated her hips around. “I bet you wish you were big enough to really fuck this ass, don’t you? Well too bad, little man. You’re only good for one thing now.” She turned back around and opened the hem of her waist, dangling him above. “Good luck in there, little guy. Don’t get lost!” She dropped him into her panties. Tiffany was laughing too hard to keep the camera on him, but if it was, it would have seen him sliding down her panties until coming to a stop at her freshly shaven groin before she snapped her waist shut, and rubbed him in. “Have fun,” she teased.
“Let’s find some more guys to help him!” Tiffany laughed. She could no longer stop the words coming out of her mouth.

“Good idea. Maybe some for you too! You should replace that boyfriend of yours! Maybe with three or four guys,” Brittany said, and winked.

— 

Tiffany remembered very little of the rest of the night. 

Tiffany had been stumbling away from the other girls for the last few minutes, letting them play on their own, rubbing the tinies between their boobs, or passing them back and forth between their mouths while kissing, and whatever else they were doing. They were too drunk to notice that Tiffany had gone out of earshot. The music blared in her ears. At this point, the whole community had to have been awake. She checked her phone. It was fish:30. Or maybe giraffe:45.

The lights of the community below swished and swayed like waves on the beach. Her phone slipped from her hand, and was washed away in the tide. Suddenly, she wasn’t looking down at the lights anymore. Suddenly she didn’t know if they were to her left or to her right. She felt heavier, and forgot where gravity was, and sank into the waves. It felt like she was laying on a gravel beach, with little rocks poking her here and there. Then, in her haze, she saw a little boy, or an old man, or some male tiny, mouth agape and staring at her. She could see right into his room from above. He was in his bed, and his hands were on his crotch. It looked kind of familiar. In fact, it looked like…

“Josh…?”

He responded in a voice that wasn’t Josh’s voice, but that was obviously a trick somebody was playing on her. Probably Brittany. It really was -

“Josh!!”

She scooped him out of his bed and held him in her palm, as gently as she could. This definitely felt familiar. His face wasn’t familiar, nor his hair, but something about him told her it was really him.

“I missed you, babe.” She smothered the man with her lips, kissing him, licking him all over. She could taste his skin, his hair, and at one point she thought he felt wet.

“Mmmm…” She kissed him ravenously, smothering him between her lips over and over, savoring his taste. It had been so long since she felt this way. But when she opened her eyes and looked down, nothing was in her hand anymore.

“Josh??”

She felt a tickle in her mouth, like a little crumb stuck in her teeth. She looked around, but Josh had gone. Again. He was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t in the room, or in her hand, or on the ground. He was lost in the waves. Out to sea. That’s what happens when it’s fish o’clock. She absent-mindedly tried to scrape at the crumb between her teeth with her nail. It was a habit she had when she was nervous. She dislodged it and flicked it back onto her tongue, where she swallowed it.

“Josh… W-where did you go, Josh?”

She sat up and scanned the little town. Who knows how many tiny people lived here. Of course they’d go missing, and nobody would notice. You could barely even see them unless you were looking right at them. Camouflaging tiny man. He was hiding from her.

She pulled out her phone clumsily, almost dropping it on Josh’s house. One of the fireflies said “hi!” She scribbled a note to herself. 

“Dont date tineis. Tehy go mising It happnes evrey tmie. Onbbiuufffffffff”

—

Stephanie awoke to the sound of a police siren. She checked her phone. It was 5:15. Holy shit! She jolted up and looked around. No sign of a cop car. But she thought she heard something. Wait. Yeah, she definitely heard something. She looked down, and, right between her legs, there was a little toy hot-wheels car, with lights flashing, making an irritating little siren. And whoever was in that car, they had a great view of her panties. She picked up the car and tossed it away, and took a better look around.

She, Tiffany, and Brittany, were cuddled together in a heap. More specifically, she was laying on top of the other two. At some point the music had stopped. The girls were surrounded by empty beer cans, wine bottles, liquor bottles, and a good helping of red plastic solo cups of various sizes. One cup had princesses on it. Every direction smelled very strongly of booze. Her bleary eyes adjusted to the start of dawn, and in the soft, blue light, she could make out the town around them. Hundreds of houses were crushed, replaced with deep shoeprints, torn in half, or laying on the wrong side in the wrong lot. Streets were full of crushed and overturned cars. Many pockets of the town had no lights on at all. Some mini fire hydrants were destroyed, and were spraying water up with the force of a small sprinkler. A public pool had been dyed pink with wine, the bottle itself laying next to it. There was a long, backed up line of cars waiting in front of the closed gate. She rubbed her eyes and took a second look, not really believing what she was seeing. She looked down. Her tits were out. Oops. 

She tried to stuff her tits back into her bra, but only managed half of one. She was too delirious still, and maneuvering her tight bra was just too much. Instead she tried to focus on waking Tiffany and Brittany. Brittany was out like a light, and Tiffany was groaning. “Guys, wh - HURP”. Oh god, okay, talking was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But in a heroic act of consideration and conscientiousness, Stephanie turned her head in the opposite direction of her dear friends, and promptly hurled.