Max felt as the blood within his body ran cold. From the marrow of his bones to the very air in his lungs, none of it felt… right. Unpleasant may have been a more appropriate word. Lack of security.
A denial of safety when in the hands of an uncaring goddess.
He was numb from his head down to his toes, and no amount of pinching his forearm would help to wake him up from this very real, very bloody nightmare.
Only proving capable of looking up into the amber eyes of his once-favorite streamer, Max felt himself shake. Not through any sensation on his part, mind you, but from the reaction of the giantess that held him so securely upon her palm.
She giggled in response to his rising fear, raising her other hand to her lips to conceal her snickering enjoyment.
Before all… this, Max would have taken that as a badge of honor. Something to be proud of. As though it were the most important thing he'd accomplish in his life, making such a beautiful woman blush.
Now, though, he only wished to be as far away from here as possible.
Pursing her lips, Madame Midnight lowered her hand down. She extended a finger towards Max, gingerly poking the human in the stomach as she studied him. The extremity nearly covered more than half of the tiny man's body, and, in fear, the terrified human attempted to kick it away.
A useless effort, as the giantess’s finger hardly budged a single inch. Instead, the singular reward Max earned was yet another soft chuckle.
“Oh, you're funny,” the giant streamer remarked. Shifting the contents of her mouth around, she raised Max higher, bringing him closer to her lips. “Cheeky too, considering where it was you fell from...”
Her tongue sneaking out, Madame Midnight flicked the pink leviathan across Max's chest, taking in his flavor; mixing it with that of the woman victim she was already sucking on.
Swearing he could still hear the quiet sobs of the giantess's treat, Max cautiously took a step back, only for one of his former obsession's fingers to curl up against his back, flicking him back into place.
“Oh no, we can't have you going anywhere now, can we?” The Streamer questioned, amused by her catch's game. She gestured towards her crossed legs — and beyond them, the dozens upon dozens of feet Max would have to fall if he wished to get away.
“That is, unless you're skilled at crash landings~.”
A casual joke turned ominous at the foreboding height at which Max was held.
Madame Midnight shrugged, unbothered by the smaller human's plight. “It's such a shame, too. You might have been able to get away, had you not clung to my tits.”
The Streamer smiled, her eyes narrowing in on her prize. Once more, she flicked the treat within her mouth to the other side. For a moment, it even seemed as though she were ready to swallow them whole. An urge deftly worked down.
“I mean, could you get any fresher? Haha! Imagine, for a moment, how many people would have died to be in your position,” though looking at the destruction caused thus far, plenty already have in the wake of the giantess's rampage.
Still, her smile never faded. If anything, it only grew softer with each passing moment.
“Tell me your name, Lover Boy.” The giantess instructed. One of the fingers behind Max snaked forward, gently rubbing down from the nape of their neck. “It's been a while since anyone's been that bold with me.”
What could Max possibly hope to say? That he was even alive now was purely accidental. It wasn't as though he wanted to cop a feel of a set of breasts larger than himself; though in all honesty, he could not deny their soft embrace. It sort of just… happened! Out of his control, much like everything else tonight!
But were he to say that, it'd almost certainly be a death sentence. Either swallowed whole like others or crushed in the palm of this late-night streamer.
It was not a favorable position to be in, yet it was the one Max was forced into all the same.
But then the thought crossed him. Tightening his fingers, Max realized he still had his phone. Its screen was busted, and the frame was nearly snapped because of the weight he had previously endured, but thankfully it still functioned.
If only barely.
So, hesitantly, the little human raised the device over his head, screen towards his goddess, and the volume all the way up.
He looked to the cameras, which hovered overhead, each one turned to face him.
“I am a fan!” Max shouted, his voice echoing from his phone. Already, he could see Madame Midnight’s eyes light up. Her soft smile stretched wider as she raised her head higher in pleasant surprise. “My name is Max! And I've been watching your streams for years, Lady Midnight!”
Realizing that what he needed to do was connect with the god-like streamer, and recalling how she often played with her fans, Max took as calculated a risk as he could in revealing this to her. It was his hope, His prayer, that she would show mercy to one of her long-time viewers.
And for the most part, Max's plan seemed to work.
“Max…” the Streamer mouthed, happily surprised at the revelation. She really did enjoy meeting her fans, after all. Penchant for destruction aside, there was some fondness towards her viewer base. “Max. That's a nice name. Mine… is Ena. Though, admittedly, you probably only really referred to me by my ‘Madame' moniker, huh?”
Max nodded, somewhat at better ease. “Right…”
The streamer, Ena, waved off the pseudo-name by which she was often referred, instead opting to use her actual one when in front of a fan. “Semantics semantics, we don't have to be so prim and proper here! Certainly not now, seeing as we're already on a first-name basis.”
Max chuckled nervously.
The giantess spoke so casually. As though she hadn't just massacred and murdered who knows how many hundreds of people. And just tonight alone, as opposed to the thousands she's buried in past streams.
It was… unnerving. Now more than ever, whereas before Max only saw such carnage through rose-tinted glasses. He was obsessed with her, after all… once.
Madame Midnight.
Ena, as she'd prefer to be called here.
By all accounts, she didn't seem as though she were outwardly malicious — at least not completely. The fact that Max was still alive, before a smiling giant, proved as such.
But the lives of humans were as entertainment to her. Both she and her thousands of fans.
And never before had Max realized the true scope of such… differences in their respective lives. Such widely opposite perspectives, born from their places in the world.
Ena wanted to clap her hands together, only refraining from doing so so as not to reduce her little fan to mush. But she was giddy.
She always was when meeting one of her viewers. It was always a treat to show them off to her streams.
“So, do you have anything to say?” The giant streamer questioned, breaking this moment of silence between her and her human prize.
Looking at the cameras that circled him, Max shrugged his arms; puzzled. “Something to say…?”
Ena chuckled. “For the stream, Silly! For your fellow fans. I mean, not a lot of you people have managed to get as close to ‘Heaven’ as you did~.”
Giving her left breast a quick squeeze, the streamer further demonstrated her point. “Pretty soft, right? I'm rather proud of them!”
Ena was friendly.
Too friendly.
It was almost enough to make Max forget just how much destruction she caused in such a short time frame.
But he latched onto the memory. He refused to forget.
Through gritted teeth and determination, he placed his foot firmly down upon the soft flesh of Ena’s palm. “N-no! That's not what I want to talk about at all!”
Momentarily caught off guard, the giant streamer nonchalantly licked her lips, producing an arm from within their embrace.
“Oh, then is it my little snack???” Ena asked, almost mockingly, as she drew the limp limb back into her moist maw. “Envious, little one? Believe me, plenty of you humans would just love to-”
But again, Max stomped his foot in protest. “No! God no!”
Thoroughly puzzled, Ena raised the hand that held her ‘fan’ higher, bringing them closer to her inquisitive face. Her brows furrowed as she tried to ponder on what this little man was so needlessly uppity about.
“Well? What is it then?” The streamer questioned. “What's got you so bothered right now?”
Despite her prior kindness, Max couldn't fathom how his former mistress could ask such a question. Especially when, due to her lack of awareness, her back was alight with the glow of the burning city behind her; the handiwork of her efforts and judgment quite clear.
Spreading his arms, Max gestured to the city, his home, and the people reduced to either stains or snacks. “T-this! The destruction! That's what's bothering me!” The human knew giants to be generally uncaring when it came to dismantling cities, but this certainly exceeded his expectations. “How… how is this necessary!?! How is it that people can watch this!?! And how is it that someone like… you could even do this to people!?!”
Turning her head to glance at her handiwork, the streamer simply shrugged. “Oh, come on. You can't seriously blame me for this. Knowing the content I endorse. It's hypocritical.”
“People are dead because of you!” Max argued back.
His defiance fell on deaf ears, however.
“And people are going to continue to die,” Ena replied, unbothered by that cruel reality. “That's just how things work in the world.”
As was the truth behind those cities — those beings — of upper-stage populations: giants. It was their duty, and often their privilege, to cull those who did not meet higher standards.
Their standards.
Max knew this. He even accepted this when he willingly watched Ena's streams. Those broadcasts that demonstrated the cruel truth for those who were not up to par with their betters.
Alas, again, he just never assumed it would be his city that would one day find itself on the chopping block for giants; as well as serving as entertainment for countless others, plenty of whom were, like him, simply smaller.
With a huff, the giant streamer perked back up, her former fan's argument quickly being met with unjust reasoning. Though it was harsh to say, they couldn't combat the truth that was this world's order.
“And as much as it might suck to hear, you're probably going to wind up dead too,” Ena admitted as she once more lowered Max back down towards her crossed legs.
Stammering backward, the little human fell onto his rear, flabbergasted by what he was just told. “W-what…!”
Sucking in air through her teeth, the giant streamer pointed towards the cameras which still floated overhead. With a snap of her fingers, one of them produced a screen, showing the chat to her broadcast. They were in a frenzy, with some speaking against the naïve little man who argued against their goddess.
Others presented recommendations and requests, punishments for someone who had supposedly forgotten their place.
More still, however, were becoming bored, Max's pleas offering nothing in entertainment.
“I'm still on the clock, Little Guy,” Ena reasoned. With her other arm outstretched, she motioned towards what still remained of the rest of the city. Mostly untouched, and after some time, it's quite likely that a majority of the population had already found shelter. Whether this would benefit them or not was an uncertainty.
“I've still got a city to demolish, and you're eating up that time. On top of that… you're rather rude.”
Max looked back towards what remained of his home, mortified that it was still pretty much damned. “But you don't have to!” He tried to reason once more.”
Again, more pleas upon deaf ears.
“Look, I'm sorry you're not all too accepting of these rules.” Ena cut in, refusing to give her former fan the chance to speak their mind. “In another life, you might have been better off. But in this world, you're just entertainment for my audience. And you of all people should know that I aim to deliver.”
The Streamer's fingers curled over her palm, blanketing Max in the shadow of their embrace — pinning him to his former Mistress's flawless flesh. There he struggled, and there he would stay.
Until he was lowered further down, gliding against the cloud-like, nylon-clad thighs of Ena’s legs.
The giantess cooed, her body shuddering in response to the sensual touch. Again, her tongue flicked out, and with it more of the feminine treat she continued to carry.
“And if I intend on giving quite the show for my more appreciative viewers to enjoy…” the giantess muttered. Her fingers releasing, she allowed Max to slide the rest of the way down. Further in between her thighs, where her moist crotch waited, she would put this little loudmouth to use. “Then I may as well make you a part of it~.”
***
“And thank you… Dylan, for the donation,” Ena cheered, going through her chat's nightly donations. “As I've been saying, I have been looking to buy another camera. And as you all know, these orbs can get a little pricey.”
But then, that's what the audience was for. It was because of them that their Madame Midnight has made it as far as she has in her line of work. Whether it was demolishing buildings or streaming the latest game, it depended on what the viewers wanted.
At least… that's what was most often believed. For the small, helpless Max, however, his requests were just one against many. A single plea for help against thousands damning the notion.
Of course, he would have normally been disposed of right away. But, unlike others who might have spoken out against the giantess streamer, his treatment was much more… unique.
Ena did say she wanted Max to be a part of her stream if he was going to throw a fit. A source of entertainment for both herself and the audience.
So… at the request of some donors, the human was forced to plunge deep between the giantess's legs, where he struggled and gasped — fighting for his life as well as for every breath of air that could be managed. That certainly would have more than a few heads turning in delight.
In the wake of the amorous sensation, Ena miraculously still managed to keep just enough of her composure to speak with her chat; her rear planted at the heart of the ruined city, her fingers toying away at the little treat clinging to her womanhood.
She was sweaty. Ena's velvet dress clung to her skin and doubtlessly would be a pain to remove later.
But she didn't care.
In between her rampage, as well as her light masturbation session, she was having an incredible time. And the cool breeze of the night air, though quick to dry her sweat, was delightful to feel.
Scrolling through her chat log, the giantess noted several requests to see the shrunken man in between her legs. With a smile and snicker, however, she denied her viewers the lust-fueled request.
“Cheeky cheeky, you know I can't do that,” she reminded them with a wag of her finger. “Even if this might be allowed, there are still guidelines I have to follow. No showing my big pink cavern live for you lot.”
Leaning forward, Ena gestured for one of her cameras to get closer. She cupped her hand into its mic as it approached.
“But, if you want to see something spicy, then I'd recommend visiting my SolelyFans. There, I can be much more… open about what I display.”
Her fingers thrusting deep within her lower canal, Ena felt a jolt as a wet snap rippled across her fingers. Caught off guard, she silently laughed at her prize’s premature demise. “Also, I'm known to use much sturdier fans over there than poor little Maxy here.”
Crossing Her legs, the giant streamer elicited as many more pops as she could from her brief sex toy. For the future, she had made a point to purchase a camera that was both small enough, and durable enough, to not just travel within her, but survive any sort of crushing pressure that might build up.
Case and point, the inner walls of her womanhood. No doubt they made an absolute mess of little Max. And, with the right kind of equipment, such a sickening end could be recorded and sold. For rather high prices, at that.
From the comments she saw alone, Ena could tell many were eager to see more of such crushing in the next city-wide test. Their eagerness towards such bloodshed was, in truth, more tantalizing than Max himself. So much so that, eventually, and in response to the rising pressure, Ena brought her teeth together fiercely… unintentionally pulping the woman between them.
A thin line of red seeped out from between the giant streamer's lips, yet she did not care. Not for that, nor the sticky pink discharge which clung to her fingers, as she pulled her hand free from between her legs.
Raising her fingers to her lips, Ena's bloodied tongue graced their form, taking in the extra sweetness of what remained of a man who had forgotten his place. She sucked on them, cleaning those soiled fingers spotless, until they were fit to be plucked out with a wet pop.
“I… hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did…” the giantess moaned, her voice a low hum in the afterglow of her lustful lovemaking. “Because I know it was a wonderful experience for me…”
With a snap of her freshly cleaned fingers, Ena guided her four cameras into a straight line to face her. She sat upright — through some groggy difficulty — displaying around her the ruins of a city that, briefly, saw some form of defense in one who, at one point, enjoyed the sights of ruins and murder. A paltry attempt, given the state of the buildings and population.
If anything, the little bit of resistance had only made this judgment and subsequent extermination all the more exciting.
“As always, I have been your gracious Host — Madame Midnight…” Ena recounted, her time having been spent. Looking through her chat, she found that she had reached a new record, bringing entertainment and ‘satisfaction’ to dozens upon hundreds of thousands this time around.
The Giantess’s smile stretched wider than ever. That only meant even more viewers to enjoy her handiwork in the coming weeks.
“Be sure to tune in next time… to see if we can find a settlement that meets our higher standards,” the giantess instructed lightheartedly, already knowing many would tune in even without a reason to.
Her eyes lighting up, she pointed directly toward her cameras, her viewers, leaving them all with one final wish that they may pray towards.
“Who knows? Perhaps, next time it'll be one of your cities I visit?” She stretched her fingers apart, reminding the audience of what happened to her latest little fan.
“Wouldn't that be a delight...”