Desperately, Max worked his pants back onto his legs. Not for matters of decency towards finally meeting his obsession — that being his now questionably favorite streamer — but so that he might run away.
Quickly
While he still had time to do so.
Already, ALREADY, the panicking man could feel the faint booms of his Mistress’s footfalls, her legs no doubt carrying her further than fifty men could hope to run. And if such power was what he was contested against, not to mention the rest of the city, then what hopes did he have at making it out of here alive?
But delusions were a powerful thing, none more so than the delusion of extending one's life. Even when hammered with the monumental impossibility of the task at hand, such a faulty belief prevailed over every other.
No one ever believes tragedy might befall them during their lifetime. Sure, people might see horrible, haunting images of disasters from the world over — at times, giant-caused, more often than not human-made — but rare were those who ever believed such disasters could arrive at their front door.
…Until they did
Until those very disasters stared them right in the eyes.
It wasn’t until the deafening roar of the goddess’s approach shattered the silence that the people of this doomed city realized their end had come. And with it, the cruel irony of those who, like Max, thought themselves safe from such tragedy.
Making sure his phone was still in hand, Max hurried out of his apartment, almost losing his footing on the stairs as he rushed to escape the building. He wasn't alone in his haste — the stairwell was crowded with residents, all eager to flee. They, too, sensed the impending doom, feeling the terrifying presence of a giant drawing near. Each one fought the inevitable in their own way, clinging to the hope that they could somehow avoid it. Max had to shove his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes fixed on his phone screen, desperate to stay informed.
What he saw next, though, froze him in place.
A shadow over buildings and roads; people trying to run!
Madame Midnight was close now.
So very close that Max even recognized the buildings shown in her stream. Like little prizes she wished to display, they were simpler complexes when compared to those of the inner city. The sort that seemed ready for a remodeling, barely managing to meet the giant streamer's knees. Not too far from where Max was, regrettably, and by car it shouldn't even take him less than thirty minutes to get there.
Max prayed for the people still trapped in the buildings, trying not to imagine what must have been going on through their minds. He prayed that by some miracle, they had managed to make it out alive before any of this.
Alas, he knew better than to expect as much from his apocalyptic mistress.
A chuckle was heard as a purple-painted finger pointed to the set of disappointingly small structures. From the various windows displayed, some of the complex's remaining occupants could be seen in a panic.
“This looks like as good a place as any to start~.” The giantess cooed.
Max turned away from his phone screen, already aware of what was coming. He's seen it a dozen times already; regrettably yanking himself dry to such destruction. He knew how his Mistress worked, and what it was her audience desired. The last thing seen before it became too much to bear was Madame Midnight lifting her left leg; steadying it as she drew the limb back.
A thunderous crash was heard — or rather, felt — moments later, across the city as, far above, debris and mortar of buildings blown away soared through the sky. They cut through the air with destructive speed, humbling even ballistic missiles, before crashing down several miles away, no doubt tearing into deeper sections of the city and obliterating all caught in the “attack”.
Max swallowed. Hard.
Madame Midnight had begun her evaluation, and already it seemed as though the city was found lacking.
Hesitantly looking back at his phone, Max awaited his Mistress’s verdict. She always gave out an initial one, to compare it with her final “score” once all was said and done. A deep hum of disapproval, though, was already a tell-tale sign that after the streamer’s first ‘test’, she was already looking to rate the city poorly.
“Well… that was certainly… surprising…” The giantess muttered, somewhat annoyed that she had kicked an entire apartment complex, along with its inhabitants, away so easily. She gestured towards her camera, beckoning it closer.
It zoomed down towards her leggings, showing off the dust, debris, and stains of red now littering her tights.
“I mean, I barely even kicked the building before it gave out. That was just… nothing!” Madame Midnight brought her hands together, intertwining her fingers before just as quickly releasing them, mimicking an explosion as she did. “Just… BOOM! And the whole thing went soaring! I certainly hope whatever landlord was in charge here didn't charge a lot, because I'm not entirely sure the rent was worth it…”
The streamer fell silent for a few moments before another chuckle escaped her lips.
She looked to the city, still eager to test out the rest of it. “Then again… what else could be expected of a stage 5 city? They're always SOOO fragile, right?”
A stream of agreements came in from the chat. Some even noted past massacres and their scoring.
“Honestly, what I'm doing here is a service for any other human settlement,” the Streamer reasoned, pride in her voice. “This way, they'll know what to improve on, should I ever visit them~.”
Again, more agreements came in. Even some viewers stating how they'd wish Madame Midnight would come to visit their cities next, explaining flaws they've seen in their daily lives. Fools, all of them, as none realized the implications of such a request.
None… save for Max.
Oh, how he wanted to type in how stupid they all were. Show them how people were dying here. How some were running, and how most had already given up.
But he stopped himself before having the chance to do so, remembering that, not long ago, before all this, he was just like them. Clueless of the danger — of this very real reality that was the destruction and judgment of his home.
So… rather than anger, he felt only pity. For himself. For his city. And most of all, for those who were so very clueless about the fragility of their lives.
The rumbling footsteps picked up once more, and, looking at his phone, Max saw as Madame Midnight continued on her way. The streamer smiled, picking up the pace as she walked.
“O-KAY, let's see if we can find something that meets our standards!”
The giantess's footsteps were getting close now. Max didn't even need to look at the stream to figure that out. It wouldn't even be a few minutes before she made it far enough into the city that his life would be put in danger. Damn it all, it pretty much already was!
Max watched from his phone as the giant streamer strolled down familiar streets, stepping down on those who couldn't escape her path with hard, heeled soles. He heard as their screams were cut short, the cameras utilized picking up on every little detail. Every snapping of bone. Each tear of flesh. Gore splattered, and bodies popped, and all the while the audience only cheered — even if they weren't all too verbal about it in the chat room anymore. Max suspected the hands of many were busy elsewhere…
He watched as cars were kicked out of the way, and sent soaring into the city; some even into buildings a few blocks down. Max watched as people stampeded over one another and friends and family were left to the shadow of a goddess. He heard and saw it all as he ran. Where, the desperate little man didn't exactly know. He was acting solely on instincts by this point, unsure of anything else.
But he knew he didn't feel tired.
He didn't feel safe.
Adrenaline was all that kept Max going… even as the next crash came from only a few dozen feet away.
A car kicked at just the right angle, with just the right force… its occupants still inside. A family forced to fly, only for so long until they collided into the ground screaming.
The crash was powerful. Strong enough that, even from where he stood, Max was made to bear the near full force of it; an explosion pushing him off of his feet, throwing him aside and into a wall.
Max blacked out, briefly, his vision becoming a haze as he struggled to remain conscious. The taste of iron flooded his mouth. The back of his head felt sticky and wet. His whole body hurt, but the pain was akin to moving through a tranquil sea. Were he to close his eyes for even a moment, he even feared the possibility of whether or not he'd be able to wake up.
So lost was Max, in his mind, that he never noticed how the booming which shook and shattered his world reached its apex; and with them all that surrounded him was cast in a curvaceous shadow.
Turning on his back and struggling to get up, Max watched as the world moved past him in a blur of hazed images and vibrant colors. He watched as smaller, terrified shadows pushed their way past his sluggish body, and the largest one before him lowered itself down after them.
A dark, shadowy limb stretched forward, towards the dazed human, yet still he didn't move. It was only when one small figure pushed him hard enough onto the ground did everything come back into view. Only then did Max see how a giant, well-manicured hand reached out for him; as well as those that ran away.
Moving at the last possible second, the terrified human lay flat against his stomach, feeling the wind distort in the wake of the massive limb moving overhead. He covered his ears, blocking out the screams of those caught and dragged back. It availed him nothing, however, when they too were brought overhead and away, their cries nearly forcing him to bawl in turn.
“Where do you cuties think you're going,” Madame Midnight questioned, her voice dripping with sadistic playfulness. “Everyone gets their time in the spotlight! Don't you know it's rude to leave a girl like me hanging?”
The giantess giggled as the concrete streets beneath her cracked, her knees bearing down on them with far too much weight, even in her crouched position.
Risking a glance back, Max watched in horror as the hauntingly beautiful giantess raised her prized humans higher, lifting her hand towards her face. She licked her painted lips in silent anticipation, practically salivating at the thought of their struggles. Elegantly opening her mouth, the collected humans thrashed and kicked in an attempt to be free. For their efforts, however, the singular release they were given was a sudden plunge; the giant streamer’s fingers loosening to deposit her catches directly upon her tongue.
Max didn't even have to count how many. Looking at his — thankfully still operational — phone, the viewers enamored by their mistress did that for him.
Through a full mouth, Madame Midnight muttered. “Twu…ntee…?” She barely managed, a stream of drool leaking out as she messily spoke. “Tat's… ah new… ra-curd…”
Raising a hand to her lips, the streamer carefully swallowed the occupants within her mouth. She sent them down, one after the other, an audible gulp heard each time. Surrounding her head, three black orbs hovered in silence. A green light signaled their continued operations, as well as how they tracked the occasional bulge that traced down their owner's throat.
When the last of her catches finally met their inevitable plunge, Madame Midnight directed one of the orbs towards her throat.
On Max's phone screen, he saw that not a single soul was spared.
“Ahhh…” the giantess sighed, satisfied. Gently, she patted her stomach, doubtlessly enjoying the struggles within her stomach. “Thaaat was fun… though I do wonder if this counts towards poor etiquette?”
With her sights off of him, lost in the euphoria of her kill, Max took this chance to try and crawl away. He no longer had the luxury of trying to avoid disaster. Now, it was right here in front of him, not even a few dozen feet away. Any out-of-place movement on his part could give him away, and given his former Mistress's treatment of those she usually caught… that was a fate he wished to avoid.
So, humiliatingly, Max crawled. As best as he could. Slowly, quietly, one arm in front of the other as Madame Midnight tended to her cameras, looking at any requests she might have been given.
“So, that's you vore lovers taken care of!” She cheered, clasping her hands together in joy. “And my late dinner settled! Who says people shouldn't eat during work?”
The giantess looked through any other request that might prove fun for her. Max assumed the usual. Crushing, kicking, sometimes sitting on structures to see how well they’d endure. It was all usually so predictable, and as expected they were as such.
“Well, we've already crushed more than a few people; I think one of you lost count at two hundred…” Madame Midnight noted, flicking through a holographic screen produced by one of her floating cameras. “We haven't sat on anything yet, though I want to avoid that if able…” she gestured for one of the orbs to fly around, where she gingerly lifted the back of her dress. “As you can see, this is brand new. Self-cleaning, as well as fairly breathable, so long as it doesn't get too dirty. Thank you to my darlings who made the purchase~.”
All was going as predicted. With some destruction caused already, the giant streamer was giving her viewers some much-needed attention. Though she thrived off of their love, it was never unrequited. She paid it back… usually.
Though, just this once, Max wouldn't mind if he was to be ignored. He was making good progress as is. He didn't need giant, watchful eyes upon his back.
“Oh, this looks like a fun one!” The giantess behind him snickered. What she found, Max could live without knowing. “I've been meaning to replace these stockings of mine, so I don't mind taking them-”
But a scream quickly cut the streamer off and did away with the request.
Not from Max. Further down the road in front of him. A woman who, much like himself, had managed to remain hidden. Huddled away between buildings, likely waiting for the chance moment to escape.
What a fool they were though, to leave when the coast was in no way clear. Even more so when the first thing they did when faced with the sight of a giant… was scream.
Madame Midnight’s cameras all turned towards the woman, and before long their owner too smiled.
“On second thought… we'll have to wait on that request. Sooo sorry…” The giantess quickly glanced at one of her camera's produced screens. “ToeTickler69… maybe next time.”
As the giant streamer leaned forward, the human woman began to run away. Max, however, found himself unable to move, a monolithic shadow steadily covering his entire body.
He waited, refusing to watch, as the giantess's hand reached out past him again. Only this time, it didn't stop as quickly as before. The smaller woman she hunted was further away, as well as faster than previous catches. As such, Madame Midnight could play a bit more with this one.
Continuing to inch forward, until they were practically completely on the ground, Max felt as the weight of two fleshy mountains pressed down on top of his back, pinning him in place.
He didn't thrash. He didn't scream. He couldn't hope to do any of either.
Though the weight was maintained, even bearable — to an extent — it was far from enough room that'd allow him to move. Hell, Max could hardly breathe, managing only quick, painful gasps. Any further, and his former Mistress might have crushed him completely beneath her bountiful breasts.
But thankfully, at least for him, she eventually managed to catch her prey.
“Look at what we have here,” the giantess giggled from above, her voice muffled by hundreds of tons of flesh and bone. “Dessert~...”
Again, Max heard the scream of the woman. Prolonged this time, as Madame Midnight toyed with them. Caught between tongue play and the occasional nibble for the camera, there was little left to the imagination of what the smaller woman was going through now that she was in her captor's clutches.
Before long, a sickly wet slurp was heard, and the giantess began to rise — a new treat nestled in between her cheeks.
As she did, though, so too did Max. Along with her, rising, plastered to the soft, sticky flesh that encased his body. Pulling himself free, or at least trying to, Max hardly considered the height from which he would fall, only caring to be loose: a fair fifty feet, or more. An otherwise fatal descent that was hardly considered.
That is until Max found himself in free fall. Plummeting towards the ground at a rate that would have likely killed him. Or maimed, were he to survive. He hadn't thought of the consequences of his desperation, only wishing to hide away once more. But, much like the woman before him, fear had guided Max’s hands.
He screamed briefly, shutting his eyes as the ground quickly approached. The little human's life flashed before his eyes, before just as suddenly… a soft thud was instead felt, rather than the harsh crash and crushing of his body against the pavement.
Death never came, though admittedly that might have been a mercy.
As, when next Max opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at the beautiful amber eyes of his once magnificent goddess. She stared down at him, watching as the human crawled back against the finger of her hand, which itself rested gently upon huddled thighs.
Madame Midnight had caught him. Quickly. Working simply on instincts once she had heard his screams. Even with another human in her mouth, she moved without flaw, ensuring not a single hair upon her next catch was harmed.
The giantess smiled.
She licked her lips once more, her tongue peeking out and gliding beneath her teeth, eliciting a few horrified screams from the woman within.
“My oh my…” the Streamer cooed. With a snap of her fingers, she directed all cameras to be pointed towards Max. Her palm rising, Madame Midnight brought her guest closer to the orbs' lenses, giving her audience a good look at their next source of entertainment. “Say hello, everyone, to this little stud here~.”