The Giantess Security Guard by paok

A gated community for tinies hires a new giantess security guard. But can they trust Stephanie, a ditzy, giant college student, to keep them safe? Or is her clumsiness the real threat to the community?
Written with Fenugreek a while back. There's no humor tag, but there is humor! allegedly
Rated: đźź  - Violence | Reviews: 0 | Table of Contents
Age 18-24 FF/ff FF/fm FF/m FF/f F/m Slice of Life Size Society Tiny Civilization Playful Breast Butt Mistaken Identity Destruction Vore Crush

The New Guard

Word Count: 1031
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
“How could it be this hard to find a guard?” Percy said, pounding the table. “Four interviews and nobody good enough for Little Hills. Haven’t we got any other leads?”
 
The rest of the HOA members shifted in their seats.
 
After a silence, Mona, the newest member, piped up. “Um, Per- Mr. President, sir,” she muttered, “I can’t speak for everyone, but I think we desperately need a guard soon, even a temporary one.” She looked furtively around the room for signs of agreement. “I mean, what if something were to happen? Just last week some giant trampled our vegetable garden. Mr. Hauser’s still hasn’t shown up since that -”
 
“Probably the same asshole who kicked over all my trees!” someone shouted.
 
“Maybe it was one of the athletes. Damn college town. We need to find a normal-sized guard before one of these idiot chicks trips and takes out an entire street with a volleyball.”
 
“Or their thighs.” (At that, Jack’s wife jabbed her elbow into his side.)
 
“You remember the last guard? That old guy whose magazine subscription cards kept falling out and blanketing the community center with giant Playboy adverts?”
 
“The mailman threw us a giant-size magazine! It cracked my roof! And yesterday there was another soccer ball!”
 
“Exactly!” Percy took control from the peanut gallery. ”And to top it all off, our insurance premiums keep going up!”
 
Louise, the secretary, sighed in irritation and shuffled the papers on her desk. “Well, if we just need somebody temporarily, there’s still this last resume. Might as well have written the damn thing in crayon, she doesn’t have any experience at all, but if all you want is some last-resort temp…”
 
“Maybe we aren’t offering enough?” someone interrupted.
 
Louise raised an eyebrow. “That’s definitely out of th-”
 
“You’re exactly right!” shouted Percy. “We need to pay more! Louise, raise the dues immediately!” He slammed his #1 TINY DAD mug down. “I could really use it,” he muttered, ”my car payments are killing me… Uh, Louise, come on, hustle, get her on the line!”
 
“Whatever you say, Your Majesty. We’ll just call her right now.” She reached for the phone. “And get this over with.”
 
The phone rang. And rang.
 
“Will this one know how to answer a phone, I wonder?”
 
“Shut up, it’s ringing.”
 
Click!
 
The voice over the phone was decidedly bubbly, Percy thought. “Heyyy! This is Stephanie? Um, is this the Little Hills Home-over’s Association?”
 
“Yes, this is us,” Percy responded, dropping his voice an octave as Louise rolled her eyes. “I mentioned I’d call about the job as night watchman. Can you tell me why you’re interested in the job?”
 
“Ohmigod, yeah! I think I’d be an aMAzing night watchman, first of all, I’m always up all night, and I barely sleep anyway, and honestly if anything went wrong it wouldn’t be that hard to fix? Like, I’m basically giant to you, right, and if someone is, um, bothering the community, I can yell super loud, and if there was a criminal I could basically just pick him up, and this cute guy at school says he’ll teach me karate-”
 
“Alright, alright,” Percy butted in. “Listen. Basically, we just need someone to keep things quiet around here. Man the gate for anyone coming in and out, keep things nice and peaceful. Maybe scare off some shitfaced frat boys occasionally. That kind of thing. That said, if any issues come up, we need someone who’s willing to handle it themselves. Is that something you could do?”
 
“Handle it myself, huh?” Stephanie bit her lip in thought. 
 
“Yeah, well, you know. Try not to get the cops involved. Know what I mean, Stephanie?”
 
“Like, no cops...?” 
 
“NO COPS!” Brittany snapped, grabbing the phone from Stephanie's hand. “If a bunch of cops drive up Sorority Row with everyone watching, and stop at our house, and come in, what the fuck do you think is going to happen?“
“What the hell!” Stephanie shrieked. “You want to let him get away with this, like this is fucking fine? Am I supposed to forget about this, what are you thi-”
“Calm down!” Brittany dropped the phone next to the upside-down red solo cup, from which very faint screaming could be heard. “Look. Steph. Breathe, okay? He’s just a tiny guy. He can’t hurt anyone. This is not a thing we need to call the cops for.”
Stephanie stared at her, incredulous. “What are you even going to, like, do?”
“Geez,” Brittany sighed. “Is this seriously your first time dealing with a little perv like him?”
“I- uh, in high school we were separated. I never really saw the tinies.”
“Is that so?” A little light gleamed from Brittany’s dark green eyes. “Well, how about you do the honors then.”
“Um. What honors?”
“You’ll love it.” She grinned from ear to ear. She slid the cylinder over the edge of the desk, ignoring the shouts of “You sluts! You bitches! I already came all over your socks!” from within. She held out her hand, grabbed the tiny as he was pushed over the edge, and gripped him tightly.
“God, stop squirming. Would you rather we step on you? Nah, you’d probably like that.”
“Fuck you! Let me go!” The tiny guy shouted before being muffled by a thumb bigger than his head.
“Uhhh, what are you doing?”
“You’re gonna love this. Oh, could you go to the kitchen and grab some more peach vodka?”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“It makes them go down easier.”
 
“Uh… hello? Stephanie? Hello, are you still with us?”
 
“Did she lose her connection? Should we dial her again? Percy, hang up and - ”
 
“Oh, hi!! Yep, mmhmm!” She snapped out of her daydream. “I understand completely, no cops! I get it.” She beamed. “I’ll deal with the little troublemakers myself!”
 
“Yeah. Well, it will mostly be “big” troublemakers. We’re worried about property damage, so-”
 
“Yeah, yeah, whatever! I gotcha. Little Frills Dome-Owners Association? Where did you say it was?”


Trouble Arrives

Word Count: 2088
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
Stephanie was flipping through Instagram. It was almost 2:00 A.M. and she was just sitting inside the boring guard station waiting to press a button to let some guy in and ugh. She leaned back in her creaking metal folding chair and sighed. Technically, she had a test tomorrow morning, but, like, whatever. She could go to the nurse, say she had cramps or something, then use the extra day to go through the giant file cabinet of old tests the sorority house had. Or she could cozy up to the nerdy boy who was always staring right down her shirt in class and ask him nicely for the questions. It sucks having to special order all my bras, but sometimes these babies come in handy, she thought, tugging at her underwire.

The crickets outside droned on and on. I wonder how big they are to those tinies? she thought, gazing over the community of Little Hills. The whole community would have fit, with room to spare, inside Fairview U’s football field. But it wasn’t much taller than her fuzzy Ugg boots. Stephanie stuck her head outside the grubby little window and sighed. The town was honestly sort of pretty - like a little field of lights, with winding roads connecting them like vines. She absent-mindedly snapped a picture for Instagram. 

She zoomed in with her phone camera. All the houses were so boring, and exactly the same. Her sorority sister Tiffany called them “Mick Mansions”, whatever that meant. Booooring. I hate it here. She looked over the area until she noticed that in the corner of the community was some kind of... small hill? Probably super huge to the tinies that lived there, and it looked totally empty. It looked like a much nicer place to wait around than this dusty guard house.

Stephanie closed the dinky metal door of the guard house and peeked around it. No one was coming or going. She didn’t see any little hot-wheel cars buzzing around the puny roads. Awesome! She thought. Time for a break! I mean, obviously nobody’s coming, so why not get some fresh air? I could even look at this thing they told me to read. Picking up her introductory pamphlet and community information binder, she started walking towards Little Hill’s namesake. 

A flicker of annoyance crossed her face as she walked past her car. There wasn’t even a real parking lot for big people. There was just the guard house, and the normal road ending abruptly, and she had to park right next to it, which was so dumb. She kept walking, never noticing the 4-inch stone fence that her tires had crushed.

Stephanie tiptoed through the tiny streets, taking special care not to step on any of the toy-like cars. She couldn't see anyone outside, and nobody seemed to notice that a towering college girl was casually walking through the neighborhood. She might have had a tiny little accident where she trampled a few trees under her heel, and she might have accidentally kicked over a fire hydrant, but she tried to be mostly harmless to the little people. I’m like their goddess or something. Cool. She took a quick selfie of herself sticking her tongue out with the houses in the background, flashing several dozen houses with her camera light. #BigHeartsForTinyPeople, she captioned it. This is gonna be perfect for my semester abroad application. Almost instantly, Brittany’s comment popped up - “more like #bigB00BSfortinypeople bish that tank looks amaaaaazing”. She giggled to herself and kept walking. This wasn’t going to be anywhere near as popular as Brittany’s Easter bunny costume post, with the tiny guys holding up the eggs, but she could definitely get at least 300 likes, right?

Meanwhile, Jim was sweating off his fourth round of beers with a caffeine-fueled nighttime jog through the park. It was his favorite way to work off the stress of the week. “It’s the eye of the tiger… just can’t go wrong...” He sang along to the music blasting in his ear between breaths. He was on his last loop of the hill’s bottom trail and was preparing to head home for the night when he saw her. 

“What the-?”

Suddenly, several blocks away, there was the towering figure of a giantess. The lights from the street barely lit up her shoes, and all he saw was a huge, shadowy, feminine colossus towering into the sky. He could hardly see her face lit up by her phone. And she was walking right towards him.

“Huh… must be the new guard they were talking about at the HOA meeting? Geez, I always forget how big they are.” He couldn’t look away from her massive figure. Her boots alone dwarfed his house, hell, probably his front yard too. You could have two lanes of traffic going up and down one strap alone. Her legs were like soft towers stretching into the sky. He took out his earbuds and finally heard her massive, booming voice. Every step of hers vibrated the ground like a small earthquake. Her approaching form filled half the sky. As she got closer and closer, he lost sight of her face behind her massive breasts that wobbled with each step. Her breasts alone looked bigger than his entire block.

“Shit, she’s huge. What’s she doing here anyway?” He thought of getting her attention, but knew it would be impossible. Too bad. if she was a little smaller, she was the kind of girl he’d have liked to get to know.

The goddess spoke. "HAHA. TOTES! CLASSIC BRITTANY." She was so close now he could feel the rumble of her voice. She was so close now he could see the ridges in her toes. She stood straddling two streets, almost directly above him. A part of him felt scared. She clearly didn’t know he was there, and wasn’t paying attention. Was this really the guard? Or was she just some college chick who was so air-headed she managed to wander right into the gated community? It wouldn’t have been the first time. Either way, Jim realized suddenly that he needed to get out of her way, fast. But he was exhausted from his run, and his calves were cramping, and all the blood was going to his groin anyway. In a word, he couldn’t move.

Stephanie finally reached the little hill. “THIS LOOKS HELLA COMFORTABLE,” she said. “IT'S LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR BIG GIRLS TO SIT ON!” She slipped her phone back into her bra and plopped herself right onto the hill. Jim had no time to register what was happening as the colossal girl turned around and fell directly on top of him. His view of the houses was suddenly replaced by the biggest and firmest ass and legs he had ever seen, and just as suddenly, he was completely flattened into the ground by her all-encompassing flesh. He didn’t have time to scream before being silenced under the metric tons of booty that was his clueless goddess’s bottom.

“Ugh, bumpy,” Steph groaned. The hill had pointy little bushes and cement walkways and stuff. Not the smoothest place to sit down. “Can’t they make room for girls like me?” She lifted herself up and plopped down again more forcefully, to try and smooth out the slope of the hill. She wiggled her hips back and forth for emphasis. “There, that’s better! Still a little rough but I guess you can’t expect too much from these tinies.” She yawned and laid back on the hill, with her head on the top and her body stretching across the whole hill. I haven’t even seen any of the tinies yet. What was I supposed to do here anyway? The gears in her head turned. Oh, wait! The binder!

“Blah, blah, blah, welcome to Little Chills, whatever...” She flipped through the first few pages of the binder without reading more than a word or two on each page. Ugh. This is boring. I can barely read this anyway. She pulled her phone back out of her bra, spread the binder out with one hand and flipped on the flashlight. “Don’t litter, don’t let random cars in, yeah, got it, thanks Mom.”

Her iPhone dinged and flashed a notification. Josh liked your photo! Steph’s eyes lit up as she squealed and held the phone close to her chest. “Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god!! Josh liked my photo! Did anyone else on the football team see it?? Oh my god, I have to look.” Stephanie tossed the binder somewhere into the darkness and started scrolling through her Instagram notifications, rolling onto her stomach and wriggling around to get comfortable. If any of the rest of the team had liked it, that would be awesome, and she hoped they left comments about how totally helpful and pretty on the inside she was, and she was going to ignore any guy who said anything about how good her tits looked, unless it was Josh, or maybe Mitchell. Ugh, Brandon liked Brittany’s comment. Gross. That pig.

Meanwhile, Louise was sweating off the final day of her week-long juice cleanse with a brisk walk through the park. It was a pretty decent way to work off the stress of dealing with Percy’s rants about residents with unapproved house paint and vegetation colors.  “Stay in school cause it's the best… suckin’ on my titties like you wanting me…” she mumbled along to the music blasting in her ears between breaths. She had just finished her loop of the hill’s top trail and started heading home for the night. That was when she saw them. Two very, very big, round things. Two enormous masses that she found impossible to ignore. An ad for massive breast implants popped up on the side of her HuffPo article, and she tapped it without thinking about it. “Christ, look at these results,” she muttered. “Even Percy’s wife wouldn’t stack up to those…” She scrolled through the before-and-after gallery, ashamed but intrigued. Why do I even wear a sports bra? It’s basically nipples on ribs down here. Sighing, she Googled “tiny plastic surgeons”. Maybe if I cut back on food delivery, I could afford it? She pulled out her earbuds so she could hear herself think. 

Then she heard it.

“OH MY GOD, I HAVE TO LOOK!”

What in hell was - Louise was startled by an immense, booming voice, which...sounded very familiar. She looked up, but all she could see was a huge, pink tube top filling her entire field of vision. “Stephanie?!” she screamed. But there was no way her miniscule voice could ever reach Stephanie’s ears. Louise was only slightly larger than the stitching in the mile-long fabric holding up the girl’s breasts. Louise was practically invisible next to just one of the girl's reality-defying tits as it descended on her. Thinking quickly, she fell to the ground and spread her arms and legs to distribute the force, just before the colossal breast enveloped her. In the split second before she was flattened into the hillside, she thought that this bimbo had enough boob fat for every tiny woman in Little Hills and then some. Life is just completely unfair. 

Her entire body was squeezed by immense pressure on all sides. She could barely breathe through the thin fabric separating her from Stephanie’s skin. Thankfully, she knew from all-too-frequent experience that this wouldn’t kill her, but she might need to endure the pressure for a very, very long time. Louise wondered how long this giant-sized bimbo would be trampling the trails that Little Hills worked so hard to maintain. Or maybe now we should call it “Big Hills”. She let out a muffled laugh against the queen-sized breast she was flattened by. At least I have lots of time to think about how big I want my breast implants.

Damn, next time this happens, I need to angle my feet out, not down. Ouch.

Stephanie spent forty minutes scrolling Instagram, reading every notification, liking her friends’ posts, and swiping through everything on Josh’s profile before remembering that she was supposed to be working. “Oh, oops!” she gasped, and jumped to her feet, smashing what was left of the park. I gotta get back to the guard station thing before anyone notices! Ew, my clothes are all dirty. She quickly brushed her clothes off, scattering the stuck dirt, remnants of trees, benches, not to mention Louise and Jim’s battered bodies, all to the ground, and rushed back to the guard station. And to her credit, she only crushed two cars and a food truck along the way.

The "Trespasser"

Word Count: 3433
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
“I say we fire her! She’s only been on the job one night and she’s already stepped on my car! What was she even doing outside the guard house?”
 
“Her stomping around last night woke me up!”
 
“It’s going to cost us a fortune to replace the bonsais she kicked over!”

"I didn't even get a good look up her skirt - " Jack's wife jabbed him in the side again.
 
“I understand that you’re upset,” Percy’s staticky voice came in over the speaker phone. “She’s no pro, but we knew that when we hired her. It’s called cost savings. Insurance handles this kind of stuff all the time. Louise, how’s the search for a replacement?”
 
“Uh,” Mona piped up, “we haven’t been able to get in contact with Louise.”
 
“What? Really? Have you called the Whole Foods The Yoga Studio? Heh.”
 
“I haven’t heard from Jim either,” someone said. “We were supposed to go golfing today.”
 
“And what in hell happened to the hill?” someone else asked. “When I went for my jog this morning - ”
 
“All the more reason to have a guard,” Percy interrupted. “Just keep looking, okay Louise? I have more important things to do today. Bye!” Percy’s voice became distant. “What do you want at McTiny’s, Val- ” click
 
The other HOA members filed out of the room, grumbling. Percy’s wife, Paige, furrowed her brow. Who’s Val?
 
- - - - -
 
Percy dug through the take-out bag. “Okay, baby, I got my quarter ouncer, looks like they gave me plenty of fries…. and here’s your salad.”
 
“Baby doll, I asked you to get me a chicken sandwich.”
 
“Yeah, well, you look like you should hold off on the chicken sandwiches, babe. Oh, and let me take that ranch for you.” Leaving one hand on the wheel, he unceremoniously ripped the packet of ranch open with his teeth, and squeezed it onto his sandwich.
 
Valerie sighed. “Can I at least have a fry?”
 
Percy responded between bites of his burger. “Why don’t you put those pretty lips to work and - munch - and earn it?” He wiped the ranch from his mustache, stuck a fry between his greasy lips, and leaned over. 
 
“Watch the road, Percy, honey.”
 
“Come on, babe,” he mouthed. While he leaned into her face, poking her with the fry, the car began to swerve.
 
“Percy!” Valerie shrieked as they began to steer into the wall of the Tinyway tunnel.
 
“Shit!” Percy slurped up the fry into his mouth, then deftly returned the car to the right side of the yellow line, heroically avoiding smashing into the wall. “Fuck! Did you see that?! It leapt up at me!”
 
“What?? The wall did? Are you serious!?”
 
“Yeah! Tinyway pipes are too narrow these days! Goddamn tiny planners!” He shoved another handful of fries into his mouth. “Look, don’t worry about it, hey, we’re already home.” Percy turned onto the Tinyway’s exit pipe, driving up the ramp and arriving above-ground on the road near the Little Hills entry gate. 


- - - - -
 
My boobs hurt.
 
Instead of stopping the itty-bitty cars that were coming in, Stephanie was prodding her breasts. Stop it. Stop that. As your master, I command thee.
 
Another boring day. Stephanie had gotten so tired of watching the little cars coming in and out of the open gate. How could such little things pose a threat to Little Bills? So she was wiggling around in her chair, trying to readjust her bra, and daydreaming.
 
They’re all so small. They’re like bugs. Why should I be worried about letting some in that don’t belong? I could just, like, step on them if they commit a crime. Oh my god, what if there was a tiny murderer or something, but like, she used a toothpick. How many could she skewer at once?
 
Stephanie’s eyes widened. Wait, shit. But if the tinies call the actual cops that is going to look SUPER bad. Would they blame me? Oh my god, do I have to go to a normal-sized jail if I let tinies get killed? 
 
“I - I’d have to wear an - an orange jumpsuit,” she whispered in horror. She slammed the gate’s close button and grabbed the binder. “That is NOT happening to me!!”
 
Um. Okay, rules for letting people in...here it is in the back. Oh godddd, this is so many words!
 
Percy drove up to the gate, while Val sat beside him touching up her lipstick in the mirror. Percy waited for the gate to automatically rise. It didn’t.
 
“Dammit, my transponder’s in my other car. I just bought this baby - oh, wait, the new guard will let me in.” He honked his horn a couple times to announce his arrival.
 
Oh gosh oh gosh he’s sooo impatient, Stephanie shifted her brain into max gear as she leafed through the rules. Everyone who lives here has... a little automatic gate-opener thingy… A trans ponder? How can a pond be trans?
 
Percy honked again. “What the hell is she waiting for?!”
 
...and if they don’t have one, I have to hit the red INTERCOM button, and then I have to read the script on page 18… 
 
After repeatedly hammering the ASSISTANCE button, Percy decided to resort to loud bellowing, just as Stephanie’s voice finally came through on the crackling intercom. “H - hello, good afternoon sir or mad... Am? Who's mad? Er… Sorry, May I ask the ray - the reason for your visit today?”
 
“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?” he screamed. Valerie jumped in her seat and smeared lipstick on her teeth. “Percy-poo!” She whined.
 
Stephanie recoiled.
 
“Er - I’m t - terribly sorry little sir, I can't let you in if you don’t have your trans pond. Is there somebody you’re here to see?”
 
“JUST LET ME IN ALREADY, YOU BIG BITCH!”
 
“Uh... ” Stephanie kept reading through her script. She whispered it aloud to herself. ”If the visitor is not a resident, a guest, or someone hired by the Little Hills HOA, turn them away and do not open the gate for them.” Okay, done.  â€śIf they are aggressive or bell.. igerent?, appear to be dangerous, or otherwise refuse to leave, consider calling the police.” Well, he’s definitely aggressive. Not sure about belligerish? Is that a religion?
 
She opened the intercom again. “I’m sorry, sir, but I have to ask you to leaf.”
 
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, YOU COLOSSAL CUNT?! I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU LET ME IN! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?”
 
Stephanie felt her blood starting to boil. “Is this guy serious?” She read over the script again. Call the police, huh… Oh, wait, didn’t the HOA guy tell me not to do that? Damn. Guess I gotta deal with this myself. She walked out of the guard house, towering over the little car. 
 
“Alright, little guy. You’ve got ten seconds to drive away or else.”
 
Having turned the intercom off, she couldn’t hear Percy’s increasingly enraged shouts from inside the car, but the tiny honking was getting on her nerves.
 
“One…. Two...” More honking. “Three… Would you shut up? Four… Oh, forget it.” She left the guard station in a huff and stood in front of the gate. She knelt down directly over the car, unintentionally revealing the sheer pink panties beneath her jean skirt, and carefully plucked the car off the ground between her fingers.
 
Percy froze up as Stephanie’s massive fingers covered the sides of the car. Val screamed. “Oh my god, she isn’t picking us up, is she? Oh my god, babe, she’s picking us up!” They felt their stomachs drop as Stephanie lifted the car faster than a roller coaster. The view from the windshield was filled with Stephanie’s legs, then her knees, then her midsection. They got more than an eyeful of her massive, firm breasts, then rose past her smooth neck, past her lips, and finally stopped at her planetary eyeball. Percy could do nothing but honk at the behemoth.
 
“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! GOD, YOU SURE ARE ANNOYING.” Her voice shook the car as she walked back to the guard station, shut the door, and sat back at her post still holding the little car. Percy continued honking. He was screaming his head off at the young woman, but she couldn’t hear him, and her monstrous fingers were holding the car so tightly the windows couldn't roll down. All he could do was honk.
 
“Okay, that’s it.” Stephanie held the back of the car with one hand. “You asked for it.” She pinched the hood and started squeezing. The hood of the car was crushed like a soda can between her fingers, obliterating the car horn and all the internals. The windshield shattered, scattering glass all over the occupants. The car shut off and the honking ceased. Only the engine remained intact under the crushed exterior, like a piece of candy wrapped in foil.
 
Percy exploded. “MY LAMBORGHINI!  I JUST BOUGHT THIS CAR, YOU DEMENTED DYKE! YOU LUNATIC LESBO! YOU SUPER-SIZED SIREN!”
 
“I heard that, you puny little pipsqueak.” Stephanie’s plump, cherry-glitter lips now filled their view, and as she spoke, her tongue slipped in and out of her mouth, revealing her giant teeth and the abyss inside her mouth which could swallow the car whole, along with Percy and Val.
 
“Oh, fuck this! I’m not getting eaten by a - a crazy c-cunt! And fuck you, Percy!” Valerie scrambled to unbuckle herself and get out of the car.
 
“Woah, where are you going? Are you insane?” He shouted after her as she shoved open the door. He grabbed her leg as she dangled halfway out of the vehicle.
 
“Let me go! You barbaric beefhead!” She kicked him with her stiletto, forcing him to let go as she tumbled out of the car.
 
“Ah! Don’t - ” Stephanie tried to catch Valerie, but it was too late. The auburn-haired mistress fell through the air and towards Stephanie’s shelf-like chest. The soft landscape cushioned her fall and she landed with a plap against the slightly sweaty and warm skin.
 
“Ow! What?” Stephanie looked down at Valerie scrambling around, trapped on top of her breasts. “Hey, careful, those are sensitive! What a lucky landing for ya you little shrimp. But you can’t get away from me that easily. HOA rules.” She pinched Valerie with her other hand, eliciting a squeak from the scared woman, and shoved her deep between her exposed breasts, muffling her yelps. “I’ll deal with you later, okay?” She turned her attention back to the car containing the speechless Percy.
 
“Now then! Little trespasser, what should I do with you?” She swung the car back and forth in her hand as she thought. “Hmm, let’s see here.” She leaned over the table with her rulebook. Valerie couldn’t see anything in the hot crevice, but she felt her world turning upside down. 
 
“Huh… Call the police?” 
 
She thought back to her initial phone call with the HOA, and the rude, machismo guy who led the interview. Whatever his name was. Try not to get the cops involved. Know what I mean, Stephanie?
 
“Hmmm. Well little guy, I don’t think we want the cops finding out about this. What to do… What to do...”
 
A ding came from her phone. Brittany had just texted her. With her free hand, she read the notification. Omg another tiny guy was expelled for peeping in the girls changing room! They never caught his friend though. Guess where I put him ;)
 
“Ah... I know.” Stephanie brought the car to her lips again. “I know exactly what I’ll do with you.” The car was bathed in the hot gales of her breath and the perfume of her cherry-scented lipstick.
 
Steph lifted her head and raised the car above her mouth. She stuck her tongue as far out as it could go, opening up the cavern of her mouth to welcome the little car. This might not taste too good… She thought. Doesn’t it have, like, gas in it and a battery? “Aaaahhh~” she moaned. “Little tiny man...” God, I sound just like Brittany. She shook the car lightly. “Come out and play with your goddess!” She nearly burst into laughter at this corny line.
 
Percy was holding on for dear life. He was close to falling out of the broken windshield and into this massive moron’s cavernous mouth, and he’d be lucky to escape from there without getting digested. Not wearing a seatbelt, he was dangling over the pit and bracing himself from the fall by holding tight onto the seat's headrest. But when she started shaking the car, his grip gave way. He fell feet first down and down into her gaping maw. 

At least he got a really good view of her tits.
 
As the tiny body suddenly dropped out of the car and hit her tongue, Stephanie instinctively righted her head and shut her mouth, to prevent the foreign object from slipping into her throat accidentally. She let go of the empty car, which fell and clanged pitifully against the cement ground. She hummed thoughtfully as she licked Percy up and down in her mouth. 
 
Her tongue probed his pants and shoes. “Yuck.” She opened her mouth and plucked him off her tongue, deposited him in her hand and swept the strands of saliva off of him. She gathered the saliva in her mouth and spit on the ground. “You’re gross. You’re all dirty. How does Brittany do this?”
 
“F- fuck y- y….” Percy was breathless and shocked. He had never been inside a mouth before. He thought he was a goner the moment he fell in. Then she played with him like he was a piece of candy. He was out of breath, his body hurt all over, and he was covered from head to toe in this college girl’s saliva.
 
“Maybe if I take these off first...” Probing with her fingernails, she accidentally scratched him a few times as she delicately maneuvered his shirt and pants off. His belt snagged on her waist a bit, but she just ripped through it forcefully and tossed his clothes down too. ”Much better. Heh, you’re pretty small, even for a tiny!”
 
“H-How dare you...” He tried to cover himself, but her massive finger forced his arms away.
 
“Let’s get you cleaned up a little more first.” She clenched her fist over him, sealing him in the darkness of her hand, while she grabbed a water bottle from her backpack. “Now hold still!” She opened her hand up, and doused him. He was blown onto his back by the waterfall of bottled water.
 
“Much better. Now let’s see how you taste.” He could do nothing as she brought her dripping hand to her lips. She smiled, and snaked her tongue out, shoveling him back into her sweltering mouth. He was completely subdued by the massive tongue as she pinned him to the top of her mouth and sucked the water off. A gulp shook him and he was lowered back down. He tried to catch his breath on the spongy surface, but the air was so hot and humid, and smelled incredibly strong, it was difficult to get used to the air. 
 
“Mmmmm,” Her moan vibrated her entire mouth. He’s not so bad. Not as tasty as I hoped though. She swished him back and forth between her cheeks, wondering what it was like for such a tiny guy inside her massive mouth. I wonder if I have, like, a nice mouth? I remember one of the tiny guys at school saying how he preferred blowjobs from girls with smaller tongues, so he wouldn’t get hurt. Is my mouth big? Is my tongue too big?
 
She rolled him back onto her tongue and spit him onto her hand once again and gazed for a moment at the helpless guy, face down in her spit.
 
Should I really be doing this? He’s so tiny, and so helpless. But he’s trespassing, so… I guess this is better than sending him to jail, right? And that guy on the phone was so insistent about not getting the cops involved… Hmmm…
 
She stared at him a little longer, and eventually he raised his head and looked back at her.
 
“You… You’re not going to...”
 
Maybe there are, like, different laws about tinies? She nibbled at her finger, deep in thought. Well, yeah, I guess Brittany’s always gobbling them up, but she never gets in trouble with campus security or anything.
This must be what they hired me to do. Why’d they hire a normal sized girl like me anyway? It’s either this or, like, step on them. Ew. I’d never get the stain off my shoe. The expression on her face changed from one of worry to one of determination. Okay girl, this is your only choice. You can do it!
 
“Here I go, little guy! Say your prayers!” She grinned and tilted hand over her mouth, letting him slide off and tumble back into her maw.
 
Percy freaked out. This blimp-sized bitch really was going to eat him. More scared than a deer in headlights, he called on the last of his strength and started thrashing wildly in her mouth, punching and kicking and scratching and biting every bit of her he could.
 
“Ow!” she shoved him into her cheek and said, “that hurts, little guy. You don’t want me to bite, do you?” She maneuvered him onto her teeth and bit down slightly, just enough to pin him. It probably hurt quite a bit. Then she rolled him back into her cheek and his struggles ceased.
 
I better get this over with, she thought, and rolled him to the back of her mouth. Bye bye! She gathered her saliva on top of him, and with a meaty GULP, she swallowed him. She was a little surprised at how easy it was. He was so small, it was like swallowing a pill. She chased him down with a little water.
 
Wow, my first tiny… It really wasn’t that bad. Oh! I should have taken a picture of him in my mouth. That’s sooo popular on Insta. Maybe the next trespasser.
 
Stephanie yawned and slouched back in her chair. She felt her stomach. She didn’t feel anything to indicate his presence. He was simply swallowed up like a snack, and was somewhere inside there mixed with the remains of her breakfast. There’s a little person inside me. Wow. I hope he doesn’t give me indigestion. 
 
She sat for a few minutes, marveling at this new situation. Then, her boobs ached again. Ugh! When will these girls give me a break? She cupped "Rosé" and "Shiraz" with both hands and squeezed them. But something was off. She felt something solid between them.
 
Oh… Woops.
 
She slid her fingers into her tight cleavage and fished around for the other tiny. Her fingers struck her and slid her out from between her mammaries. The tiny was hot, and covered in sweat, and she was unconscious.
 
She must have passed out, Stephanie thought. I guess that will make this easier.
 
She laid out the tiny on her hand, and again picked and prodded at her clothing until it was all ripped away. Huh, that’s a really nice bra. I wonder if they make it in my size? She carefully slipped the miniscule lacy bra into her pocket for later inspection.
 
Okay girl… You got this. You already swallowed one, what’s one more? And she’s a woman, maybe she tastes better?
 
Stephanie pondered the still form in her hand for another moment, before shrugging and slurping her up like a noodle into her mouth.
 
Dang, she tastes the same. Oh well. She chugged the rest of the water from her water bottle along with Valerie.
 
“Aaahhh...” She patted her stomach. “Two tiny trespassers in one day. I sure am doing a good job!” Satisfied with her work, she decided to take a well-deserved nap.


The Girls Arrive

Word Count: 2334
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
The sun was setting over Little Hills, and Stephanie was thrilled. Her new job was going so great! In only a few days, she had done so much for Little Hills. She had already caught and disposed of four different trespassers, all without getting the police involved. She hoped she’d get a bonus or something at the end of the week. That had to be some kind of high score for just a few days, right?

The first two were the ones she saw on the second day, the car with the angry, loud, super annoying guy and his girlfriend or whoever. Since she didn’t get indigestion from them or anything, she figured that was the best way to deal with trespassers. 

The third one was yesterday. This tiny guy pulled up who was trying to sell this suspicious-sounding in-sure-ince thing she had never heard of. But the few rules she had read were very clear about one thing. She wasn’t supposed to let anyone in who was trying to sell stuff. (Tiffany, that bookworm, told her what “soliciting” meant. Where does that girl learn so much?) So, she took the solicitor’s car, shook him out, and gulped him down. As for the car, she crumpled it up and tossed it into the garbage can. She always found it ridiculous how fragile those tiny cars were. They were just as defenseless as the tinies themselves.

The fourth one was this morning. Some woman in a little Jeep, who was just as angry as that first guy had been, screamed and shouted at her. She called Stephanie an asshole and a bitch so many times that she almost forgot what the words meant. So Stephanie decided to show her a real asshole. She wiggled her hips back and forth, grinning and imagining what that bitch was going through. Of course, she stopped feeling her hours ago after she got a little too close to God’s loophole.

But it had been hours since then, and she was bored. She nudged the empty Jeep back and forth on the desk. She had a bunch of voicemails and text messages from the “Home Owners’ Association”, whatever that was. First of all, like, who leaves voicemails? But it wasn’t the same contact that called her to offer the job. Some of the texts asked if she’d seen anyone named “Jim” or “Percy” or “Louise”, which, of course she hadn’t. What, was she supposed to write down the names of everyone she saw??

She figured the messages were just from annoyed residents, pissed about something or other that she had no control over. After all she’d done for them!

Her good mood soured. Why didn’t these tinies appreciate her? 

Well, whatever. I’m doing a damn good job protecting them from jerks and “in-sure-ence” salesmen, and I’m going to treat myself even if they won’t. Stephanie pulled her phone out of her bra, and pulled up a group text. It’s not too late to invite the girls over. We don’t have class tomorrow anyway.

—

The pink Subaru pulled up at 8:30 with Brittany at the helm. “Is this the place? It looks like nothing’s here.”
“Uh, Brittany? You’re about to drive over - ”
A soft crunch could be heard as the car crushed a section of the 4-inch stone fence surrounding Little Hills. It barely made the car shake.
“Over what?”
“Stop!!” Tiffany shrieked.
Brittany yelped as she slammed the brakes. “You don’t need to yell, sister!”
“Sorry, I - you - you’re driving right through it.”
“We are? I don’t see anything.”
“Look around, Brit. We’re, like, inside it already. See those lights? Those are houses.”
“Jesus, they’re so puny. My dildo’s bigger. Where’s Steph?”

The car’s wheels had toppled sections of the fence, flattened a grassplot, and stopped just short of completely flattening a house. One inch more and it would have been crushed flat. Neither girl noticed this as they stepped out of the car, walking over the puny fence and heading towards the only giant-sized structure in the vicinity, the guard house. They didn’t have to go far. 

“You guys made it!” Stephanie squealed as she ran over to them. “How have you guys been? Tiff, I haven’t seen you all week!” The girls hugged.
“Thanks for inviting us over! We missed you!” Tiff said.
“You’re the best, Steph!” said Brittany. “Now where are we going to have this party?”
“I figured we could hang out in the guard house.”
“Ew, that tiny building? No thanks, unless you want to get real comfortable with me, Steph.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Well, why don’t we just set up here? There are some extra chairs in the guard house.”
“In the grass?” Brittany looked around, disappointed at the practically empty area, if you discounted the community of a couple thousand tinies. “You know I left a party to be here, right? With the football team? Jake was there?” Brittany rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I have some wine and vodka and stuff. Let’s chill or whatever.”

The girls set up some chairs near Brittany’s car and started drinking. Time passed. They chatted and gossiped.

“You really swallowed them? I’m so proud of you, girl,” Brittany said between sips of wine. 
“Yep, whole!” Stephanie responded, beaming. “That’s what the HOA wanted me to do.”
“That’s crazy,” Tiffany piped in, “you’d think tinies wouldn’t want you to, you know, swallow other tinies?” She fidgeted in her seat. “I mean, how would you feel if -”
“Oh here we go again!” Brittany said. “Tiff, come on, they’re just tinies, it’s fine. Even Fairview  U.’s policy is okay with it.”

Two bottles of Shiraz later, Stephanie was swaying back and forth as she teased Tiffany. “Oh, Tiff! We’ve all seen the way you look at Ben. I know you like him.”
“I - I do not!” She hiccuped. “I think I’ve had too many refills…”
“More like not enough!” Brittany was a loud, boisterous drunk. “We’re getting drunk as fuck tonight girls, I’m not missing out on Frat House Thursday for nothing!” She jumped out of her chair. “Fuck it, I’m getting the vodka - oh shit, what’s that?”

The girls’ attention turned to a tiny cone of light on the ground that she had nearly stepped on. They couldn’t even hear its honking until they stopped talking for a moment.

“Oh, a little baby car!” Brittany said. “Watch where you’re going, pipsqueak!” She poured some of her wine onto the ground, missing it by a foot.
“I think it wants our attention,” said Tiffany. “Steph, can you get it? I don’t want Brit to crush it by mistake.” Brittany rolled her eyes and sidestepped the little car. She went back to her trunk, rummaging through empty Starbucks cups and party decorations for more alcohol.
“Sure.” Stephanie leaned down and picked it up, bringing it to her face. “Turn your lights off dude. You’re gonna blind me.” The car obeyed. “What do you want, little guy?”

The tiny figure turned on the inside lights of the car and rolled down the window. Stephanie could see him now: he was a man, maybe in his early 30s, and he was wearing striped pajamas. He was shouting something, but she couldn’t hear over Brittany digging around through the cans and glass bottles of the car.

“Hey, pipe down, Brittany, I can’t hear the little guy. What was that?”
“-noisy! You girls are so noisy! We can’t sleep! Aren’t you supposed to be watching the gate?! I’m going to complain to Percy about this! I can’t believe -”
“UGH,” Stephanie groaned. “Dude, we’re not even being that loud. Why are you so worried about the dumb gate? I left it closed, duh.”
“You left the gate closed?” Tiffany said. “Wait, then how did he get here?”
“Uh, duh, he drove?” Steph turned to her. “Tiff, I thought you were the smart one.”
“No, ugh, Steph, if the gate is closed… And he says he’s from inside…” Steph’s confused expression meant she still wasn’t getting it. Tiff rolled her eyes. “That means he’s lying, Steph. He can’t be a resident.”
“What?!” She turned back to the car in her hand.“You - you’re a trespasser, aren’t you?” 
“Oh nooo,” Brittany cried, as she returned from the car with two armfuls of booze. “Show him what you do to pests, Steph!”
The guy in the car shouted something, but Steph couldn’t hear him over Brittany’s teasing.
“I bet you’re just trying to look up our skirts, you perv!”
“Yeah, he’s a pervert!” Steph cheered her on.

Tiffany groaned. She was glad she wasn’t embarrassingly drunk like those two. She looked around the ground, wondering where the car could have come from. They weren’t actually near a tiny street - they were seated just outside the wall of the community, which Brittany had just run over. The wheels of the car had made two sections of the wall completely flat… In fact, flat enough for a tiny car to drive over, if they had to. “Hey, guys? I think he might not actually be a trespasser…” But the girls didn’t pay her any attention. It was hopeless. Stephanie and Brittany were too busy drunkenly teasing the guy in the car.

He kept shouting his head off, but the girls could barely hear him. Stephanie was digging at the car door with her fingernail, trying to open the door. It took her a minute to get her nail in just the right spot, but eventually, she dug into the side and flung the door off the car. The terrified man, not wearing a seatbelt, tumbled into her waiting hand.

“Pfff, look at this guy’s stupid pajamas,” Stephanie said, and she passed her hand towards Brittany, who was opening a bottle of peach vodka.
“God. Does this guy think he’s in a cartoon?”
“Guys, I think it’s possible he’s not -” Tiff tried to interject, but was cut off again.
“I know right? Well, I think we both know what we do with little guys like him. Down the hatch!” Stephanie raised her hand high in the air, and opened her mouth.
“Oooh, wait! Don’t eat him yet! Let me take a video!” Brittany whipped out her phone. “Okay, do it!”
“Hey boys!” Stephanie grinned at the camera. “Careful with the Omicron Psi Omicron girls! We’re man eaters!” She dropped the flailing, screaming man into her waiting mouth, and snapped her teeth shut behind him. Stephanie took her glass of wine and chugged it all, swallowing the drink along with the man. She capped off the video by flashing the peace sign and giving her best smile, then sticking out her tongue and showing off her now empty mouth.
Brittany burst out laughing. “Holy shit, Steph, that was so cheesy!” She doubled down laughing. Stephanie laughed. 
“I know, right?” 
“You guys are unbelievable,” Tiff said, pulling out her phone. “Why did I come here?”
“Jealous?” Brittany asked through her laughter. “You can have the next one.”
“Ugh, no way!” Tiffany said, scowling. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Somebody’s touchy tonight,” said Brittany.
“No, I just - I don’t want you or anyone to eat any more tinies tonight. Or ever.” Tiffany said, flatly.
“Oh yeah, how could I forget,” Brittany said. “Just because your little boyfriend -”
“Stop it and drop it, Brittany!” Tiffany turned and glared at her.
But Brittany couldn’t resist. “Your little boyfriend cheated on you!” 
“He did NOT!” Tiffany shrieked.
“Uh, yeah, he totally did,” Stephanie laughed, “he came in that girl’s mouth and then she -”
“I said STOP!” Tiffany threw her red solo cup at the ground, spilling the drink on the grass. “You two are UN-be-LIEV-able!” She stood up in a huff and stomped off.
“Uh, Tiff? Wait up! I was just joking.” Stephanie said.
“GOD!” Tiffany shouted, continuing to stomp away. She was stomping on something crunchy, but she was so enraged she didn’t pay it any attention.
“TIFF!” Stephanie yelled.
“WHA - oh my god.” Tiffany’s shout was cut short as she looked down and realized just where she was stomping. Beneath her, and behind her, were shoe-shaped craters, some of which used to be houses. “Shit. Shit. Ohhhh my god. Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Hahaha, you bimbo!” Brittany doubled over and laughed. “I’d expect that from Steph or somebody, but not you!” She kept laughing. “Tiff, you’re amazing!”
Tiffany started doubling back, carefully stepping on her existing footprints. As she went back to the girls. “I - I didn’t mean to - I…”
“Wowwww,” was all Stephanie could say. Clearly she’d had too much to drink by this point.

—

In the back of the pink Subaru, Tiffany was bawling her eyes out.
“I can’t believe I - I - I crushed their homes!!” She could hardly speak through her tears. “Their - their little houses - waaaaahh!”
“Oh my goooooooddddd.” Brittany was leaning against the car, nursing her tequila. “I could be grinding on Chad right now, or Thomas, or Trevor…”
Stephanie held Tiffany, consoling her. “It’s okay, Tiff, they’re just tinies… Just tiny little houses… It, like, doesn’t even matter.”
“B-but I crushed them without even thinking! I’m going to go to jail! You guys won’t ever see me again!”
“Tiff, come on, it’s not like that. You won’t go to jail. I don’t think they even have jails big enough for girls like us.”
“Th-they don’t?” Tiffany wiped her tears and blew her nose into a tissue. Brittany sneered. “Don’t leave your gross hankie in the car.” Tiffany stared at Stephanie with wide, wet, scared eyes. “But we’re going to get kicked out of school, aren’t we?”
“Of course not, Tiff!” Stephanie hugged Tiffany, stroking her hair, and bringing her head to the top of her cleavage. “It’s gonna be okay, girl. Nobody’s going to jail, nobody’s getting kicked out. It’s okay.”
Tiffany’s sobbing got quieter against Stephanie’s chest, and not just because she was being partially smothered. “You sure, Steph?”
“I’m sure, babe. Come on.” Steph kept hugging her tightly. “Do we have any more liquor, Brittany? This girl could use some. A lot.”
“We got enough to kill an elephant,” Brittany responded, annoyed.
“Come on, Tiff,” Stephanie cooed. “Let’s have fun, okay?”
“Okay…” Tiff’s tears began to dry up on Stephanie’ chest. “Sorry for being such a downer all the time.”
“It’s okay Tiff. It’s why we love you.”
Brittany scoffed. “Alright ladies, is your cuddle puddle over? Let’s get shitfaced already.” She mumbled under her breath: “This bitch could make Disneyland depressing.”

Party at Little Hills

Word Count: 2467
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
“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”

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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. 

Stephilogue

Word Count: 741
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/06/2025
I’m so hungover from last night, Stephanie thought as she drove up to Little Hills. I can’t believe how much I drank last night. Did I seriously kiss Henry? She pulled up her phone as she exited the highway. Ignoring her 50 voicemails, she checked Insta for pictures from last night. Yep, I sure did. And then I sat on him. Wow, I hope his neck is okay. It had been another crazy Sunday night. But even though she had woken up at 4 and missed all her classes, there was no way she was going to be late for Little Gills. 

She pulled up along the road and looked out over the community. It seemed much worse for the wear than she remembered it. There was a trail of destruction leading inwards from a section of the wall that had been flattened. There were tire tracks that had flattened the wall in places and dug up the dirt with its treads. Whole streets seemed to be missing, or covered in rubble. There were beer cans and empty bottles around the debris. What kind of crazy party happened here?

Oh… right.

That’s when she noticed the 8 teeny little cop cars parked in front of the tiny gate, and there was a crowd of tinies behind them. As she got out of the car and hesitantly walked towards the gate, the cop cars lit up and simultaneously started their cute little sirens. Stephanie smirked and knelt down beside the road to better hear the commotion coming from the crowd.

The tinies were hopping mad. Some were literally hopping up and down. There was a tiny little din coming from them, like the tittering of mice. She could make out a few of the voices.
“THAT’S THE BITCH WHO ATE MY SPORTS CAR!”
“SHE VOMITED ME UP, SHE DID!”
“SHE DIGESTED MY FAVORITE PAJAMAS!”

Some of the HOA members were in the crowd. Louise was there too, now as the acting president. She sported a crutch and multiple casts over her leg and chest. Weirdly, her chest was several sizes bigger than before. She shouted “THERE’S YOUR BIG BOOBED BIMBO, OFFICER! ARREST HER!”
“I’ll say she’s got big boobs.” Jack’s wife scowled and jabbed his side.

“SHE WRECKED MY HOUSE! AND MY STREET!”
“CAN YOU BELIEVE OUR INSURANCE DOESN’T COVER BOOB-RELATED DAMAGES!?”
“SHE ATE MY HUSBAND!”
“THAT HUGE BITCH WAS PUBLICLY INDECENT!”

Stephanie, of course, didn’t recognize a single one of the members of the crowd. She was bewildered, but continued grinning slyly. 

One of the cops turned on a megaphone.

“Attention, Stephanie Mayland, we have a warrant for your arrest. Please come with us to the station. We don’t have to do this the hard way. Please accompany us to the police station now.”

Stephanie’s grin turned into a frown. “A-com-pa-ny?” I bet Tiffany would know that one.

“Please come with us, ma’am. We don’t want to have to use force.”

“Oh! I know that one. That’s when you use your guns, right?”

“Ma’am, we do not have time to play games. You have 10 seconds to surrender yourself and come with us, or else.”

The cop with the megaphone motioned for the others to exit their cars. They crouched behind their cars and readied their weapons.

“Ten…”

The crowd of tinies behind them screamed and ran for the gate.

“Oh my god, this is too precious!” Stephanie reached into her bra.
“She’s got a weapon!” The megaphone cop yelled.
Stephanie pulled out her phone and opened the camera. “Say cheese you guys! Or donuts, haha!”
“False alarm! Hold your fire!”
“Haha, how do you even hold fire?” Stephanie laughed. “You guys are so cute! Say hi to my followers!”
“FIVE!”
“Say doooonuuuuuts!”
“FOUR!”
Stephanie zoomed in. “Oooh, that one looks so angry!”
“FUCK IT, FIRE!”
The cops took turns aiming and firing from behind cover. They were firing the finest and biggest weapons they had. To Stephanie, it sounded like little soda bottle caps popping off.
“Owwwww,” Stephanie groaned. “You got me, oh nooooo!” She laughed again. “You know, like, I can barely even feel that?”
As they continued firing, Stephanie pulled up her texts and sent one off.

omg Brittany you have got to come over check out these little cops
hope there will be some left when you get here ;) xoxoxo

The cops kept firing with abandon. The cops were screaming and shouting at each other, but Stephanie wasn’t listening.

“God, you guys are so impatient.” She slipped off her Ugg boots and animal-print socks, and tossed them somewhere into Little Hills. She raised a bare foot over the firing line. “Ready or not, here I come!”