Another transfer from Giantessworld, so the story's completed over there. Gonna release it in three parts here, however, give it some time to marinate.
Starting off, just setting the ground work ready for the rest of the story. Nothing major yet, though things are set to pick up in the next chapter.
Max felt the familiar ache of longing anticipation as the hours dragged on. The wait was always the hardest part for him, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Satisfaction always was, and Max always found himself breathless in his bated endeavors at these late hours.
Laying in his bed, phone in hand… bottle of lotion at his side, the young adult was all but prepared for his favorite part of the day: It’s end. The hour in which the night would pass on into the next morning, signaling the arrival of his favorite stream.
Or, to be more precise, his favorite streamer — the illustrious, if not soft-spoken, Madame Midnight: So appropriately named, in part, thanks to the time in which she'd begin her livestreams.
So late into the dead of night that, for most, these sessions would have gone unnoticed; And yet, the remarkable streamer had gained a rather sizable audience. Not just because of her soft, nigh angelic voice, but her otherworldly beauty as well.
As pale as the snow was white, with eyes that humbled even amber and gold, Madame Midnight was a goddess in many ways— worthy of worship — from the strands of her arm-length, silvery hair, all the way down to her often stocking-clad feet. She was simply divine.
In the purest sense of the word.
This was no doubt a major reason as to why so many logged into her streams despite it being so late. The siren song of their mistress was just too alluring. Max, of course, knew that to be his reason for joining, the divine woman bordering an obsession on his part. He would suffer sleepless nights before work, always, if only just to see even a frame image of this loveliest of female fixations; deserving of the entire world.
Oh, but he wouldn't dare complain, should such decisions ever come to bite him.
Not when his co-workers got on his case, or his boss. The joy he delivered onto himself for just such decisions was well worth their bickering: often delivered by way of lotion and tissues. For him, these dead-of-night sessions were worthy of a few… tugs at the ole pole.
Max couldn't remember when he first came across these wonderful streams, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about the recollection.
So long as he could watch them unbothered, he was happy.
Patiently, the eager viewer continued to stare at his phone, watching and waiting with bated breath as the screen remained dark — the clock having yet to strike twelve.
He counted the seconds as the time drew nearer.
Ten
Twenty
Thirty
Each passing moment was more agonizing than the last.
Until, finally, at long last, a familiar tune drifted through Max’s phone's speakers, and his heart skipped a beat.
The window upon his phone's screen, that being of the streaming site's homepage, sprang to life, casting a warm glow over his face. And then, she appeared.
Madame Midnight — standing beneath a celestial blanket of stars that seemed to twinkle in rhythm with her hauntingly beautiful smile, doubtlessly enchanting the thousands that have logged in just to see her.
"Welcome back, my Little Lovelies~," the whimsical woman sang, her voice soft yet confident as she bowed her head low enough to reveal just a tiny hint of cleavage. Enough to tease, but never so much that she'd give away her intentions ahead of time. "To another episode of our ‘Late Night Promenade’. As always, I am your gracious host — Madame, Ena, Midnight. May we enjoy our time together again~."
She was so polite.
So… proper.
Though her red dress conformed to all the right curves, showing only what she wanted her audience to see, Madame Midnight carried herself with such etiquette that, to any who only heard her voice, they’d think her to be some sort of royal-blooded aristocrat. Genuine royalty, or something more. Hell, to many she already was.
But Max knew better.
He'd watched enough of her streams before to understand the mind behind the smile – a personality that was as captivating as it was cunning.
Her gentle voice and bewitching body were luscious, yes, but it wasn't enough to explain why Max had reached release time and time again when watching her streams. There was something more to this fixation of his. Something that went beyond mere charms.
The screen to the stream zoomed out, revealing more of Madame Midnight’s surroundings as she began her usual walk. Though she held no camera in her hand, nor phone or anything of the sort, the Seductive Streamer was never the type to leave her viewers’ sights. At all times, she was the sole focus of their attention. Every moment was devoted to her, and the longer one watched the more they understood how it was that streams grew to be so popular.
“As always, my wonderful Lovelies, it’s time to dive into yet another town with a delightful mix of structural quirks,” the Streamer explained, her amber eyes locked ahead as she sailed through her words. “And as is tradition, please, don’t be shy of dropping in any suggestions you all might have for our little tests, mkay? Remember, I’m always looking at chat in case I see any interesting ones!”
Her stride was effortless, yet it carried the weight of a storm.
Her gentle humming, though serene, was liable to cause entire glass structures to reverberate.
And then, in those rare, still moments when the stream fell quiet, a sudden, earth-shuddering boom would be heard — disorienting, as the world itself had just taken a breath.
Max hasn’t always been the type to overthink things. Observing wasn’t really his style, especially when his focus was as simple as it was predictable, as much of his attention was claimed by the tent sprouting between his legs. But despite his initial, uncomplicated reasons for tuning into his Mistress’s streams, it didn’t take long for him to catch on to the deeper reality of his favorite streamer. As she walked on, he couldn’t suppress the grin forming on his face. His heart thudded with excitement, already racing at the thought of what was to come.
“Also, a quick reminder for any of my smaller viewers out there,” Madame Midnight added, her lips curling into a warm smile as she paused for a moment. "I’ve recently received the green light to attend one of your... ‘lower stage’ conventions this May! As the date gets closer, I’ll share more details, but for now, it’s definitely something to look forward to for any of you who’re interested!"
Her stride resumed, each step echoing with the same thunderous booms. Max’s mind was already racing ahead, making plans to attend the mentioned convention — that is if he could manage to scrape together enough money in time. Working with these sleepless nights though wouldn't help towards that goal.
But he just knew it’d haunt him, were he to miss a face-to-face meeting with his favorite, larger-than-life streamer.
For, as it so happened to be, Madame Midnight, and sensation to thousands, was giantfolk.
A being dozens, if not hundreds of feet in height. And this whimsical giantess in particular was certainly of the latter in size range.
As was said, it had taken Max a fairly long time to piece things together, back when he first began to watch these streams. Early on, they were akin to podcasts, in which Madame Midnight would talk of her life, and her opinions on the world; how she viewed the mixed living of giants and humans.
Often, they were simple musings. How her friends would date those smaller than themselves, and how she, in turn, would pose questions that would garner the occasional blush from them. They were usually harmless, if not at times crass, of course, but also bearing a sense of longing. As though the Streamer-to-be was missing out on something special.
At first, Max had thought such musings to be a part of some online persona. It wasn’t too out of place to think a giant would take to the internet to entertain others when already they had numerous ways to keep themselves busy. But as time progressed he did begin to see behind that veil of previous naivety.
It ultimately came down entirely during one of Madame Midnight’s more… questionable streams.
A declaration of demolition, as well as a certificate that allowed for the visit and subsequent judgment of ‘lower-stage’ cities: those settlements that had yet to meet the stage of considerable technological advancements. A claim and position often held by giant folk alone, barring the occasional exception.
To Max’s understanding, the giant streamer had been trying to get such a certificate for years, explaining that it had been a long dream of hers to visit human cities and see for herself just how far some of them had come. Few were those that have ever managed to reach the level of giants, and fewer still who’ve maintained the position.
It was when she arrived at her first city — something more akin to a barely developed town, in all honesty — that Max became a true fan. Both of Madame Midnight’s, and the destructive tendencies a giant harbored.
Just the memory alone was enough to begin the process of heating the young man's loins, and it was all he could do to resist the temptation of grabbing his waiting shaft and getting to work, preferring instead to save the pleasure for later.
It was… strange, the destructive capabilities of giants. So large, so powerful, and yet, to them, the lives they might at times squish rarely weighed on their minds. On a dime, Max could recall how, since that original broadcast, Madame Midnight’s demolished at least a dozen different cities by herself, and not once did it seem as though she bore any sort of guilt towards such heinous actions. At most, if anything, she even thanked them for their hard work, expressing mocking disappointment that they couldn’t make it past the stages that they were at.
She’d encourage her smaller viewers to do better, and move on with her life. It was always that simple.
And her viewer base just grew and grew, as equally as uncaring as their favorite giantess; woefully ignorant of the possibility that their cities could be next visited.
Max chuckled, suspecting that some might have even jumped at that chance, wishing for such a presence to grace their homes…
That being said, he was confident in knowing that, though he held this obsession, he wasn’t as down bad as some of them.
Some of those people carried a sort of death wish with their questionable stream requests, only caring for a good show even if it cost them their lives. Max, however horny he may be though, did not. Despite being equally uncaring of the destruction wrought by His Illustrious Mistress, he at least didn’t wish it to be visited upon his place of living. Not for the sake of the people of the city, mind you, but his own.
Were he to die, after all, how else would he enjoy these streams?
These thoughts mounted within him, preoccupying Max as Madame Midnight carried on with her, as of now, uneventful walk. A few cars here, a couple of houses there, on the outskirts of nowhere, all crushed underfoot with nary a moment of acknowledgment. There were no screams, no flair, and as such no fun to yet be had.
As demonstrated already, the anticipation of the slaughter was the hardest part. But patience was a virtue, and given the frenzy in the stream’s chat, already viewers were giving ideas as to what they wanted to see. They were keeping themselves entertained, as best as they could until they too could have their release.
On a whim, Max added his own.
To take a poor, unfortunate victim, and have them pleasure his magnificent Mistress.
It was something he had wished to see for as long as he could recall, but as of now, the request had yet to ever be regarded.
One day, he thought hopefully. One day.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed until Madame Midnight chirped up, her smile having never faded but her patience, understandably, wearing thin.
Lights on the horizon.
The skyline clear to see.
From the height she stood, the giantess could see it all so plainly, nearly bouncing in place in joy as a result.
“Finally…” she softly exclaimed. With a grunt, she lifted her left leg, bending it at the knee as she stretched the tired limb. “For a minute there, I was sure I had been walking the wrong way. Thought my navigator was broken or something!”
The chat came to life once more, tossing out playful insults and jokes over how this wouldn’t be the first time their graceful host had been lost. Playfully, she stuck her tongue out at all of them. Each and every one of those many thousands.
“Oh, hush up, all of you,” She playfully joked. “You all better HOPE this isn’t one of your cities, otherwise I’d show you just what happens when I find little tricksters such as yourselves!”
Of course, it was banter of a playful nature. The giant steamer meant no ill will. Though the threat she posed was very much real, it was never taken with the fear that should be warranted. Not by her viewers, and often not by Max.
But for him… this time was different.
Unlike previous streams, he wasn’t joining in on the joyful banter.
Because, though it was viewed from a distance, he recognized the city on the horizon
The skyline that outlined its expanse, and the skyscrapers that pierced the sky. Stage 5 in terms of advancement. Post-atomic, reliant on electricity and the like to power their technologies.
Most telling, however, were the smaller buildings — lesser businesses — on the outskirts of the city that the human harrowingly recognized, even as his hand trembled and his phone threatened to fall from between his fingers.
While the chat cheered, Max silently screamed.
He didn’t dare join in on their euphoric mania.
Not when he so clearly saw his home being livestreamed.
I'll try to add in the other two chapters every few days. Remember, the story itself is finished on Giantessworld, so if that interests you give it a read there if waiting isn't an option.