An army of Giantesses conquers their way across continents. We follow the people of Cape Town, who survive in the last remaining city of Africa. As refugees from the Giantess onslaught poor into the city's walls, its citizens try and adopt to the changing world, and cope with the new Giantess presence. We follow two young people who are trapped like rats in the besieged city. One is a garrisoned soldier, the other an upper-class woman.

Can the city, its citizens, and our two heroes survive this unstoppable army, or will it and they be razed to the ground? Will the people survive, or will the weakest of the women together with all men be turned into snacks, pets, or worse, while the strongest of women be turned into Giantesses themselves?

Chapter 1, introduction: The arrival

Word Count: 1445

Added: 04/03/2025

Updated: 04/13/2025

Age 35-54 F/fm FF/fm New World Order Adventure Dystopia MILF Vore Implied Fatal Violent Despair

Rick's POV:

Three days ago, I fired my last 2 rounds at my brother and an Amazon worrier. She was but a single fighter in the Horde that broke through the trench lines, the many Titans who toppled over the artillery positions and the bunkers, the Behemoths and Amazons who flanked our ranks and broke the little discipline that was left by just that action.

But she is the one I will remember. With her spear in hand she jumped over the trench ahead of us and pierced it through my brother’s left shoulder. His favourite side. Chaos was at its peak. Many were still trying to comprehend what had hit them. The 10-foot woman, dressed in Imperial-coloured leather protection, a spear with an iron head and nerves of steel, had fallen on top of Christopher’s torso.

Her weight combined with the stormy weather had caused him to sink deep into the mud. The woman removed the spear from his flesh and howled a haunting, terrifying battle cry. My brother, the fighter he was, pushed himself up with his elbows. Even when knowing he would die at her hands, his defiance of the Giantess and his killer-instinct took over his senses.

But just before he could reach for the pin of his only remaining grenade, she tossed the spear away and broke his arm by snapping it like a twig. There were many cries all around me, but his I heard above all others. As the stories went, just what my gut was telling me, is that she would not let him die there. Not today, not tomorrow.

I couldn’t let him be taken by her, or anyone else. I aimed and shot my brother’s skull apart. Within a second, she rushed at me and I hit the side of her head. She collapse like a truck.

I barely made it to the evacuations. I entered the truck, and left the trenches where I had spent the last 10 months with many friends. Friends whom I haven’t seen returned. The trenches were the final defense we had before the South African border; the place most of us called home.

It had been the best stalling of the Empire’s advantage for years in the Imperial-African war. Many waves of Giantess Hordes and counter moves had been suppressed, or gave them but a pyrrhic victory that won the Giantesses but a few hundred yards. But then High-Commander Amanda Heuvel re-appeared on the scene with her own personal squad of advanced soldiers.

I had only heard tales of them cutting through lines of the best soldiers Great Britain, Oceania, Japan and Africa had to offer. I had even seen a glimpse of her: it was before the fog appeared on the battlefield, and all soldiers swore they saw a silhouette in the distance. Through my tactical binoculars I witnessed the legend herself. The ‘giant’ Giantess.

Tales spoke of a Giantess twice as tall and thrice as strong as a Titan. Others told that there were more of them. Three, six, seven, eight even. Most had come to know them by the name the Empire called them: ‘Colossals’; the Empire’s new monster. These are the seven commanders, with Amanda Heuvel as the commander of all Imperial armies.

It was no surprise that the armies couldn’t hold out twelve hours against all the forces combined, as it had previously only been groups of the army we were defending against. But now it’s different: the armies have come together and are mowing through everything that stands in their way, and leaving only fire, death and complete destruction and annihilation behind them.

As the small remaining portion of the Allied army withdraws towards Johannesburg-Pretoria, we see the masses; proletarians and politicians alike, screaming and running nowhere for the army that is coming nearer towards Botswana’s capital. Only a few hundred thousand have in the last 10 months been able to seek refuge in Johannesburg-Pretoria, Bloemfontein and especially Cape Town.

Cape Town is the best defensible position the Allies have in South Africa. A fort that surrounds the entire city and topples any Titan twice. But none of that matters now that Amanda Heuvel is at the scene. My only hope is that my children; Shani with her beautiful mark and Chris, whom I named after my brother Christopher, and my wife Linda manage to be amongst those who are evacuated out of the continent.

It was the plan to get the remaining soldiers to Johannesburg-Pretoria and Cape Town, but only half made it there. As I’m writing this now, I’m hiding with the remainder of my platoon in the dense man-made forest just south of the South-African border. It was made to render the Giantesses’ movement and sight.

It has served us well for now; we are being chased by at least thirty Titans. They probably are a single platoon or a group. We know of only a handful of soldiers who made it. The rest has been shattered by the thousands of Titans who had waited for us to come. Now that the only ones uncaught have fled into the many forests, they have sent the Amazons and Behemoths to find and catch us. Just an hour ago we killed at least thirty and lost half our platoon.

I am so, so terribly afraid. Not for death: but rather I fear for the Giantesses. Their size and strength alone have made armies surrender. When they find us, I hope I will end as a speck of blood under one of their feet. From close have I seen what they do to those they catch alive. They will eat their prey alive, use them as toys, torture them or place them in terrible sadistic… ‘places’, to take them home. It is the reason I killed my brother: this way he wouldn’t have been found by a Titan, or taken as a spoil of war by the same Amazon that overmastered him. I had no choice.

“Robertson, behind you!”

South-African Private Robertson heard trees behind him snap into bits. He could feel her enormous presence behind him. As he looked around, still sitting down with paper and pen in hand, he coldly looked at the dozens of Titans that had sneaked up behind him and his fellow soldiers.

They wore nothing but paint to serve as camouflage in the forest, their breasts and hair waving freely. His curious mind wondered how they could have sneaked up on them in such a stealthy fashion. The other soldiers too sat or stood motionless, with cold expressions covering their faces. He slowly lost grip of his pen and paper, which softly hit the muddy ground below him. How could something so enormous have sneaked up on him?

From all the Giantesses that crept closer, his mind is set on only one. How, he doesn’t know, but he simply knows the high general, the Colossal Amanda Heuvel is preying behind him. As he feels the urgency to swallow his nerves away, he is suddenly hit by a warm and sticky liquid that knocks him to the ground. The slime pins him at first to the ground.

He squirms around in an attempt to break free, and after a few seconds he manages free himself from the goo. He looks over his shoulder and sees two enormous -bigger than he had ever seen- legs sitting in a squatting position, with all balance weighing on the end of her feet. Her hands relaxed over her knees, and as he looked up, he saw the single largest Giantess he had ever seen up close or from afar.

The woman, he knew was centuries old, had stopped aging during her early to mid-thirties. I look around, and saw the setting had already changed in those few mere seconds. Robertson saw several of his fellow soldiers had disappeared, and the looks on those who remained were even more terrified than first. ‘Where did they go?’ He wondered.

Private Robertson noticed the Giantesses talking to each other, but was unable to understand their language. He still looked amazed at her sheer size: surely she was twice as big as the Titans that surrounded her?

He looked once more, for a final time, at his comrades, who were all lifted up one by one, and met different faiths. A good amount was quickly munched them up like peanuts; others disappeared in very light bags they carried around, others were placed and locked inside pockets that were attached to belts some of them wore. And then it was Robertson’s turn. Just before he would become a possible dish for the Colossal Giantess who had already wrapped her fingers around his body, he thought of his son, his daughter, his wife, and hoped they would be spared this faith.

Chapter End Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! The story will start a bit more slow, as I want to develop the characters and the world more. The more we progress in the story, the spicier things will get.

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Chapter 2, introduction: Fish in a barrel

Word Count: 1512

Added: 04/09/2025

Updated: 04/13/2025

Chapter Notes:

Introducing our two main protagonists

Chapter 2 story

9 months later

Emanuel’s POV:

Standard form #166

Date: ______________08.10.2257______________

Private serial number: _421164________________

Location: ___________Cape Town Bravo________

Regiment: __________44th British Army Regiment_

Name:_____________ Emanuel Hawthorne______

Date of birth:________03.16.2237______________

Please mark your request in red:

Request for extra rations (General’s authority serial code required)
Request for relieve of military surface in case of injury (Medic serial code required)
Request for resupply military standard inventory (General’s authority serial code required)

Authorization serial Code: ________________

“Shit.” I thought. “Forgot about the damn authorization code.” I looked up at the quartermaster, who in turn looked tired and annoyed.

“You forgot your authorization serial code?” He asked very slowly, tiredly and sarcastically as if he tried to care.

“Uh... Yes, I did.” I said.

But I didn’t really forget the serial code he asked for. I had lost my rifle, and in the fear of the harsh consequences come with damaged or lost equipment, I tried to acquire one from the quartermaster.

Thing is: I had forgotten that I needed the approval code from the same General that would give me the consequences to resupply. The quartermaster rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Look. Me’ shift’s almost over. Come back tomorrow with the code and I’ll give you whatever you need.”

I looked around. From what I could see, most people had returned to their homes before the sun would set.

“Maybe we could make a deal, right? I can pay you twice the amount…”

Then he abruptly stood up and walked away with his head forward, shoulders down and a cup of coffee in his hand out of his office. I took that as a firm ‘no’.

I cursed, thinking what the General would do to me. The boys are probably setting bets on what it’ll be. Scrubbing the toilets at the barracks with a toothbrush for a week? Standing watch through the nights for a month? Guarding the Giantess prisoners?

I walked out of the office and was greeted by my friend and fellow Private from England: Marcius Abernathy.

“He, what’ya doing out here?” I asked my friend.

“I was just looking for you, Emanuel!” He responded.

“We found your gun, don’t worry.” I sighed from relieve.

Marcius told me I had left it next to the spyglass up on the wall of the fort.

“Let’s have a look across before the night shift takes over.” He suggested, and I gladly accepted the offer.

“What are we looking at this time?” I asked.

“See them camps over there?”

He pointed at a colony of three dozen large tents three miles northeast. I nodded.

“That’s one of the Behemoth platoons. I noticed they’re getting closer by the day. And over there are over twenty Titan tents. But they’re all just out of range for our mortars and cannons. But the number of Giantesses assembling closer and closer to the artillery range-limit is astounding!”

I took a peak with another spyglass that sat on the edge of the wall. As we were at that day stationed on the central-eastside, I had a clear view on two of the several fallen cities turned into camps for the Giantesses as they moved south. Wellington and Paarl. Some parts were still on fire, even after a week had passed since they fell.

Likely all humans that hadn’t reached Cape Town had either died or had been enslaved at that point, which gave the Imperial army enough space and supplies to patiently set up shop there. Indeed, the numbers were increasing from all sizes alike. In half an hour I counted as many as ten thousand Amazons and half that number of Behemoths.

The thing that made me a bid nervous were the few hundred hundred Titans – and they were only the ones visible. I could only imagine how many there must be in the other cities surrounding Cape Town. The mere sight of those hundred foot tall monsters made armies flee.

Inside most of the camps were many human prisoners, counting from dozens to even many thousands per camp, to serve as entertainment and “comfort toys” for the soldiers to keep the morale up – often the surviving (un)lucky bunch ended as Titan food. Most of these camps counted more Giantesses than humans so the large number rarely lasted more than a few weeks until they died a perverted death.

“I heard tales of soldiers who had survived battles in other major cities. They talked about marching hordes and swarms of Giantesses in the hundreds of thousands. One shell-shocked soldier muttered he was the sole survivor of a Titan onslaught at Lagos where thousands Titans attacked in a single wave and slaughtered everyone left.” He said.

I had trouble believing that he or the storyteller didn’t exaggerate at least a little, but the numbers I could see were freighting of themselves.

“But they’re not going to break through this wall, are they?” I asked.

Marcius shook his head reassuringly, but then turned to me with a serious look on his face.

“Unless they unleash… the Colossal!”

He tried to scare me, as he always did with his stories. I was only twenty-one - and very gullible - and hadn’t ever heard of a ‘Colossal’ before.

“A Colossal?”

I humored him and asked him with a clear sense of amusement. He nodded. “They are the real big ones. Bigger than the Titans – twice as big they say!” He exclaimed.

“They are the warlords and politicians and the general upper class citizens of the Empire – and if one of them ever decides to assist and we would miss her while trying to grasp what’s happening… She’ll get through this wall in seconds…”

His serious face quickly turned to a mocking one when he grasped my concern and started to laugh.

“Hahaha, don’t worry. Just a story from the soldiers who didn’t want to admit they lost a fight against Behemoths, or Amazons even.”

We laughed and just when we went to the barracks, we got confronted by the General of the British army. General Marsh.

“Abernathy. Hawthorne. What the HELL are you two doing on the observatory!? You’re supposed to join your platoon in controlling the crowds at the port!”

We were supposed to help our platoon in controlling the masses who were rioting north at the harbor. There are twenty-five ships stationed there, and the people want to be evacuated to the safety of Robben Island, where they will temporarily stay, only to migrate to Australia and New Zealand, where there is enough space to sustain this many people. But the English and Scottish navies were still refusing to start the evacuations, which has caused many riots over the months.

“Get your pathetic asses inside the next metro and get a move on!”

Shani’s POV:

“Tyrants! - Safe us! – They’ll break through and you know it! – Why won’t you pity us?! – They’ll kill us all! – You fascists!”

Tens of thousands of scared rioters had gathered near the harbor and were protesting like every other day since the Giantesses marched into South Africa and sieged and attacked the first cities nine months ago. The masses had increased when the politicians were given the approval to leave to the safety of Robben Island.

All the while the 800.000 inhabitants of Cape Town and its 300.000 (counted for) refugees were forced to sit still, claustrophobically trapped inside a fishbowl and forced trust that the Allied army and navy would keep us safe and sound. Tensions reached a peak when the mayor of this city set foot with four other parliament members on a ship that would fit hundreds of men, women and children.

My older brother had participated in these protests since the beginning, and I wanted to be part of it together with him. I stood quietly behind him as he threw a rock at some guy in a suit on the ship that was about to leave the harbor.

“Let’s give them a gift to remember us!” He said, trying to get his friends to throw objects at them.

Then he gave me a sharp-looking rock.

“Come on.” He said and gave me a reassuring wink as he threw a brick just inches from one of the sailors.

I always tried to gain my brother’s approval. And so I aimed for one of the politicians. The rock flew through the air and descended upon the man’s forehead. He was thrown back and knocked out for several seconds. As he tried to stand up he was immediately helped by a medic to stop the bleeding.

“She hit him! She hit him!” The crowd laughed and booed and joined the bombarding in masses against the now even more panicking dozen on the ship who desperately ran down the deck. The crowd cheered when the ship finally set off as they did have some form of payback for the cowardliness and backstabbing of their government.

I felt a rush of adrenaline when my brother lifted me on his shoulders in pride and the few who saw me throw the projectile all cheered my name. But then the mood turned dramatically in just a few seconds. The soldiers who were blocking the docks and surrounding the crowd had started to fire warning shots and the crowd quickly went to despair.

People panicked and trampled over one another. My brother grabbed me by the arm and pushed us through the dispatching rioters.

Chapter 3, introduction: The Horsemen

Word Count: 2838

Added: 04/11/2025

Updated: 04/13/2025

Chapter Notes:

This is the last introduction / exposition chapter, after this the more fun things can start ^^

Shani’s POV:

“Shani Robertson!”

I remained silent. Not daring to answer my furious mother.

“Where have you been?!”

I could see the tears form in her eyes, both out of fury and relieve. My brother was right behind me in the doorstep when he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor.

“Stop bothering us, mom. Don’t you know we try to help the people? Like our family?” He said.

“I heard on the news about another gathering in front of the harbor. Eleven people died in that chaos. I was worried sick! You were there, weren’t you?!”

I took a step back behind my brother as he defended us against my mother.

“Look, we’re fine. Stop treating us as if we’re children!”

I knew my brother was losing his patience with her. He has always had a short temper. But when our father and uncle both died in volunteer-service several months ago in the same battle he started to resist everything and everyone more radically.

“I want neither one of you involved in any more protests, you hear me?!”

My brother cursed and walked into the living room, slamming the door behind him with such force that the mirror on the wall collapsed on the floor. I crouched down and picked up the broken pieces of glass with my mother.

“I’m sorry about all the stress, honey. I realize how hard it is for you too. But dad died for a noble cause.”

I sighed, and proceeded to throw the broken glass into the bin and looked into the only other mirror still standing. I saw a frightened 23 year-old woman, 5”2. Short bobline and blond dyed hair, blue eyes, light skin and a scar on my left cheek that to my dad looked like a snake. Like my mother, I had a birthmark under my eyes that shaped like Yin and Yan. It was the favorite thing I inherited from my mother. She kissed me on the Buddhist-like mark and left off to the living room.

I shivered at the thought of the Giantesses now only a few miles removed of the city. The same monsters that took away my father would try to enter the city and proceeded with their path of destruction, enslavement, cultural annihilation and genocide.

The tens of thousands of Titans were backed by hundreds of thousands of smaller but still extremely dangerous Behemoths and Amazons. I realized the small possibility of us surviving this. But unlike my mother, I didn’t want to sit still and let them kill me or take me away. I made the decision to become active in the saving of as many human lives as possible.

“Chris?”

My brother was reading a letter covertly at the edge of the dinner table. He looked up and nodded.

“I… I want to help you guys save the citizens.” I whispered.

He looked over his shoulder at mom who was busy counting the food stamps for this month.

“Good, glad to have you on board.” He whispered in return.

“And a perfect timing too. I have a letter for an ally in my hand. I can’t go outside without being searched every minute for being on the watch list. But you’re invisible to them. You can go as you please without interference.”

I looked at the letter. There was a message on the front side, I read: *you’re clear between 08:17 PM and 08:23 PM. It’s the time when the night watchers leave and the day watchers return to the barracks. Only chance.*

And the back showed a schedule and a small roughly drawn map of the interior of what seemed like a military barrack.

“So what’s supposed to happen then?” I asked, not sure if I made the right call by helping him anymore. He had after all gotten quite radical over the weeks of besieging, after all.

“Then she will set off a bomb in three barracks of the watchers.” He said.

“What?! Setting of a b…”

He quickly jumped up and placed his hand on my mouth. My mom got up and shouted that I had to keep it down.

“A bomb!?” I whispered in unbelieve. He hastily responded.

“Yes, but don’t worry. See that timing? Those are the six minutes each day when the barracks are empty. We’ve been narrowing it down for two weeks now. So there probably won’t be anyone inside…”

I cut him off. “Probably?!” I exclaimed.

“Look, don’t worry. You can trust me!” He said, trying to reassure me.

“But why do that in the first place?” I asked, not seeing how terrorizing soldiers is supposed to help the goal of saving the citizens and refugees of Cape Town.

“It’s very simple. You have seen the people in the city stand up against the army and their blockades in the harbor plenty of times to reach the ships. But we simply can’t get through. It’s because the vast majority of people in Cape Town live outside the city, but they aren’t resisting the oppressors.”

“It is easy to figure out that the army is keeping them under their thumb – I mean; the harbor is the only way out. There is no way they would just sit still willingly until the walls fall. That bomb is going to be just one of many. This way we show the proles that they can resist, and we’ll break through the barricades together.”

He sounded more convincing to me.

“So who’s your ally and where do I find ‘her’? I noticed he used ‘she’ when he addressed the ally.

“I dunno her real name, but she calls herself ‘Pamela’. She is the medium between the informators -like me- and the operators, like the person who will plant the bomb. She’ll be wearing a long grey coat, dark hat, sunglasses… blond hair… that’s all I know. I’ve only seen her once, a month ago, so my description’s a little vague. But you’ll find her at an abandoned warehouse she goes to for these operations. It’s under the N1 highway in Kraaifontein.” He explained.

“Go there first thing tomorrow morning.” He said, and I turned around to leave.

“Wait, just before you go. You need a covert name for the operations. Think about it while you’re on your way. And another thing: wear something cheap. The proles don’t take too kindly to middle-class city folk.”

I left the house and went to the metro, to meet the woman called ‘Pamela’.

Emanuel’s POV:

“Call.” Marcius rose with five Pounds. “Fuck it. I’m out.” A soldier cried. “Me too.” Another said. “Sigh.” I lamented.

Marcius laughed and swept the £24,85 off the table and into his pocket. The people I sat with were four I felt close to in the 44th British Naval Regiment. Being one of the smallest regiments the navy, consisting only of thirty men and women for quick covert operations, we all knew each other well. But, like in any social occasion, several groups of trusting friends had formed within.

Our group only included me, Maria, Vinson, Felman and my best friend; Marcius. We were playing cards as usual since we were only needed on specific missions, instead of guarding the walls or constant populace control, unless it really got out of hand. But on that poker evening, we got our first assignment since we had reached Cape Town; our first real mission in South-Africa.

Felman

“Can’t wait to get home again. Back to the ol’ farm.” Felman said, while sipping his scotch and inhaling a cigarette. He carried the group’s melancholy. Often sobbing of old memories from back home and you could usually find him around bars and bad neighborhoods during breaks. Two years ago, the five of us were part of the largest military draft in England, Scotland and Ireland since the Great War had ended, over a century earlier. During those 24 months of service, we had been stationed with about another platoon from the same town. Being amongst the best performing, we were sent here to South Africa as reinforcements for the 44th British Naval Regiment, since most had died in a single battle. Though Felman, being the oldest with 26 years of age, started off optimistic and eager to fight for the lives in Africa, he quickly became tired of the blood and death after the first battles.

There used to be more in this little circle of friends. Jessie collapsed under the weight of a Titan during an ambush – Tess was eaten alive during a retreat and Kevin and Sasha were taken by that very same Titan as spoils of war during the same retreat. The latter two keep us up to this day. Jessie and Tess were both confirmed dead – with Kevin and Sasha we could only hope for the same faith. If not they were already sold off to slavers or still in the Titan’s possession. Now we pass the time playing cards and drinking and smoking, just waiting for the next assignment.

Maria

“Oi, cheer up cunts. Come on, bottoms up!” Felman smiled and drink the last of his scotch with Maria. Maria Sanchez. The product of a caretaking family who was meant to work the crops in Dublin, only to hear at age 20 that she was to be drafted as one of the many reinforcements of the soldiers who died in the, at that time, four year old defensive war. Being scared and alone, she quickly became attached to the already existing group, and has proven to be the positive spirit in our circle of friends. She even came up with the name for the group. “The Horsemen”.

God only knows how she came up with that name, but it has stuck like glue to our identity over the past two years. Aside from being the ‘cheerful type’ of the circle, she proved herself more than capable on the field during the battle of Johannesburg. At the same battle where the three previously mentioned soldiers fell during that infamous retreat, many more would have likely fallen during the Titan attack if she hadn’t been there.

Vinson

“And you’re absolutely sure you haven’t had enough, right?” Vinson Westbrook had taken the group’s role as the responsible one. He would take informal charge when the shit hit the fan, and always with modest wit and cleverness, whether on the field or at checkpoints, stops and camps where there was no immediate danger. It was he who came up with the plan to lure a group of Titans into a minefield, and he sent Maria to do the job, saving many more lives than the hundreds that were lost. But despite his serious attitude most of the time, he was great company.

Marcius and I

“Now let’s not make us look soft in front of the blokes her, alright?” Marcius joked and lit another cigarette. Marcius Abernethy, the only one whom I knew before the assembly of the 44th regiment. He was not just the clown of our group – everyone here knew him. And although I didn’t stand out as much as him, he knew I always had his back and vice versa. I was the group’s stability. The first one to make a step. Unorganized and often vague, but I was well known for pulling a few crazy but effective stunts in my two yearlong service. Whether it was a daring infiltration or an impossible rescue didn’t matter. All everyone knew was that I spearheaded these actions. Though much to the dismay of Vinson who didn’t particularly liked nihilistic, suicidal missions, I even earned his respect.

“To the five Horsemen!”

There was a sensation of discomfort when Maria announced the number five, as the number had been steadily declining. I toasted and all five of us drank from another glass of whiskey, the last drips of the bottle.

“Hang on, I’m gonna get us another bottle.”

I walked over to another table with ten men and women playing a booze related game. Being a little tipsy already, I nearly fell over a passed down man lying on the floor. I cracked and laughed as I saw another man falling down his chair. Now at the table, I clearly saw a still half-filled bottle of my favored liquor.

“He, you guys gonna drin’ tha’ or wha’?” I muttered, realizing I was closer to being drunk than just buzzed. The soldiers laughed, clearly drunk as well.

“What? You want this bottle?”

A woman sitting on the chair farthest away from me picked the bottle up and threw it against the door. It broke in several pieces and all thirty (drunken) soldiers broke in laughter.

“Go back to your horses, man!” She exclaimed.

Being drunk as well, I found the whole scene as funny as the rest of them. Except for Marcius, whom you could consider a short-tempered drunk, got up and threw a bottle of beer at their table. It didn’t take him long to throw himself on their table and fight one of the men. While the men and women in the barracks were having a blast watching the two drunks fighting, the doors swung open.

Lieutenant Brandis

“What in the name of living hell is going on in here!?”

As fast as everyone got up to see the fight they went back to their seats and hurried to clear as much traces of alcohol being there as possible. Except for Marcius and the other drunk, who didn’t stop their lumpy fight.

“Are all of you drunk? Tell me!” Everybody remained silent.

“Stop that fighting right now soldiers!” The two men looked up at their Lieutenant.

“He… He Lieutenant Brandis! What’s up… mate?”

Marcius muttered and laughed. I realized that this action alone would cost him all his spare time. But the Lieutenant ignored it.

“Look at this mess. Five years ago, when I joined 44 we were the pride of the British military. The bravest men and women made part of it and we didn’t even require any sort of reinforcements for years. And now look at you, the ‘soldiers’ who had been carried this honorable position over by men and women who died in its name. And here you are, smoking and drinking like it’s the fucking holidays. You’re a disgrace.”

We all tightened up, trying to act as sober as we possibly could.

“Well I’ve got news for you. Tomorrow you will embark on your first mission for Cape Town. This isn’t Johannesburg or Botswana, where you helped with the retreats and intelligence. Tomorrow you will learn what it means to be part of the 44th regiment.”

He looked at the past-out man on the flour, and shook his head in disgrace.

“I don’t care how hungover you maggots are at 08:00AM. If you can’t handle it, I’ll have you court martialed - or used as bait if I’m really mad. Let it be a lesson not to fuck around like this.”

Felman, perhaps the most sober of all thirty soldiers thanks to his high tolerance to alcohol (as he was a raging alcoholic), had the clearest head at that point. And so he made sure to speak to the Lieutenant.

“So… what’s gonna happen tomorrow, then?” He asked.

“The details are classified. But you will make preparations for a counter attack. You’re not a direct fighting force, so you will be tasked with setting up a number of turrets. You will venture two miles outside the safety of the wall as the third group so far.” The Lieutenant replied.

“Third?” Felman wondered.

“Yes. Two other small special divisions have been sent outside. They secured the north and south, while you will secure the center. I have met with them, the 40th and 52nd regiment, and they were twice as skilled and disciplined as you pathetic, drunk and Godforsaken bunch and only half of them managed to return. You can imagine my pessimism about your survival odds. I have answered all I care to do. Go to bed and be as rested as you can be.”

And he left with that. The closing of the door sent a shiver down our spines.

“Outside of the wall?” I wondered out loud.

“Well that’s what we’re here for right? Conducting the suicide missions before the military can push in. This is madness.” Felman said.

I picked up the now passed out Marcius and carried him to his bed. The small and specified regiments within the army had the notoriety of needing replacements really quick. All missions that these regiments were sent off to do were practically suicide missions for half of the members. That’s why you were allowed to retire after serving only five years, as a ‘thank you for your suicidal service’ from her majesty.

The previous missions had been dangerous, but they were all already lost battles, in which we were tasked to assist the retreating soldiers. This time, however, we were making ground the assault.

“I hope we can go without any trouble for once… I’d hate to lose you guys too.” Maria mumbled while staring up the ceiling and lying on the bunkbed.

“Well, if I am to die, let it be with a bottle in my hand!” Felman joked (at least I think he joked).

I sighed, and closed my eyes to get some well needed rest. I thought of the mission, and how it was likely that at one moment or another, everything would come down to only half of us making it back.

Chapter End Notes:

As I said, these chapters served to introduce the main characters and background information. With this out of the way, we can start the real story at chapter 4!

Chapter 4: Amanda

Word Count: 2566

Added: 04/12/2025

Updated: 04/13/2025

Age 18-24 Age 35-54 FF/fm Adventure Dystopia Size Society Breast Growth Muscle Mommy MILF Domination

Chapter Notes:

The real story begins here, enjoy ^^

Emanuel’s POV:

“Listen up, because I’m only going to explain this once.”

Lieutenant Brandis had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing the entire division arrive 15 minutes late. To make matters worse, though this came hardly as a surprise, we all arrived hungover and far from battle ready.

“Normally I would have disciplined you as if this were the Roman army. But sending your asses outside the wall seems like a fitting lesson for you anyways. You will learn what it’s like to be non-combat ready when facing them. You will learn the consequences of shitting all over the trust of your fellow soldier. You will learnthe hard way.”

The Lieutenant was less furious than we’d expected. Probably the knowledge that we would indeed learn it all at once outside eased him.

“Now: meet Officer Kent. He is Lieutenant of the daytime watchmen on the central part of the wall, officially known as the 2nd daytime artillery regiment. His men control the cannons and the mortar on this side and are in charge of spotting danger the entire area with binoculars and spyglasses.”

He introduced us to an early fifty-ish grey man with several medals on his chest. The watchmen regiment had assembled and were working on- and cleaning their thirty or so cannons and the single mortar.

“As you go down to install the turrets, you will keep contact with his men and they will in turn give you a heads up should cannon fire be necessary. And luck’s on your side: unlike you degenerates, these men are professional and highly disciplined. I put all my trust in them that they will not let you down.”

I felt a pinch of shame for our behavior, especially my own. I knew the others did as well, or some of them at least. But more than that, our predicament started to dawn on us. As our faith became more assured, fear became ever more present as a shared energy between the soldiers. All of us had been well trained but had let ourselves go. We were all sure to lose many comrades this day. I had a flashback to the day of the retreat, where I lost four friends and the regiment lost five others with them. I remember the sheer viciousness of the Titans: their cruelty, brute strength, bloodhound instinct and their joy of war, destruction and blood.

The people that we lost at their hands. Even more so those that presumably survived than those who did die – death being the better alternative than to be taken with them as a prisoner. The survivors will be taken to their camps for entertainment for all Giantess sizes, directly sold off to slavers, or taken home by the Titan who captured them as a spoil of war.

There is the danger of the Amazons and Behemoths, of course. These Giantesses were strong and vicious too. They also took prisoners and spoils of war, and you definitely did not want to end up at the hands of a woman twice or four times your size. But at least you had a chance of defeating them, or hiding from them. Titans are deadly efficient and strong, all being a hundred foot tall or larger. But with the artillery support so near behind us, they wouldn’t dare set foot near us.

“Realize that you will be out of range for the cannon and mortar after three miles east. You will need to make your way back if you come up against any trouble. Now, as for the plan. You have been divided into two groups. Each group will go to their designated locations and install the turrets. Then you are to retreat back to base immediately. Is that understood?”

With little motivation and energy, we answered “yes sir.” The Lieutenant sighed, asking himself where he went wrong.

“Realize that the faith of this city, the hundreds of thousands of lives within it and the result of this war lies within your hands. After the turrets have been successfully installed, we will be clear to create some space for our soldiers. With that, we will be able to create a frontier just outside the walls and start pushing back. Let’s make sure that those soldiers who arrived from Japan and Australia yesterday didn’t come here to sit on their ass like you have and that they can start a counter-attack.”

And so we were sent off to the outside. Fifteen members went southeast and the other fifteen members, me included, went northeast, to make a safe line of several miles with these machinegun turrets, which would cut through anyone trying to get near the soldiers. I went out with Marcius, Felman and Maria, while Vinson was placed in the other party.

Together with the man who only last evening lay unconscious on the flour I carried this group’s walkie-talkie, to communicate with the watchmen and the other group. The first two turrets we set in place were still inside the cannon range. I looked at our map and checked the second turret.

“The next one is way outside the three-mile range, isn’t it?” Marcius asked.

I nodded. The turret was to be stationed exactly four miles east, only ten miles away from the nearest Giantess encampment: ‘Paarl’. It was one of the camps I had a look at while looking through the spyglass the other day; the one with hundreds of Titans and thousands of Amazons and Behemoths. I decided to contact the other party.

“Team Alpha, do you copy?” I asked.

After a few seconds of static noise, a voice came out.

“Rick here.” The voice replied.

“How goes the operation on your side?” I asked this ‘Rick’.

Although I knew all of my fellow team members by face, I was only vaguely familiar with their names.

“Steady. We have just crossed the three-mile line, but it looks to be clear on our side.” He replied.

“Just giving you a heads-up. We will make contact as soon as we see something suspicious.”

I replied. “Copy that.”

I handed the walkie-talkie to the other man, and asked him to keep in touch with the watchmen.

It took our party roughly twenty minutes to reach our destination. Still nothing – it was suspiciously quiet. I tried to reach the other party and the watchmen, but only heard static.

“They’re OK, right?” I asked Felman nervously.

“We’re too far away to make signal. Let’s just install the damn thing and get out of here.”

We placed the turret inside a still-standing house. We were surrounded by a low grass field. Trees popped up every ten yards which gave cover to all of us. They, of course, didn’t appear here naturally. The trees were planted all over South Africa near the cities, when the Empire first attacked over a century ago.

The people back then surrounded the cities with as much forest and density as possible. It had proven to be a Giantess her biggest obstacle. But now that they apparently had mastered the skill of maneuvering, it provided them with little trouble and has only become a nuisance for any sniper or cannoneer on our side. And now we left that open forest into the South African plains to install the final turret on that line.

I relaxed myself a little, as we could see anyone approaching from a mile away.

“This’ll take ten minutes again. Cover the area.” A soldier said.

The rest of us took out our binoculars. First, I stared back at Cape Town, surrounded by the large fortified wall. I looked around the area, and didn’t notice anything suspicious. At least, that was until I saw some strange movement. At first I thought the reflection of the hot summer sun was playing tricks on me.

But then I became absolutely sure I saw something moving over the ground. Something that was keeping itself as unnoticeable as possible. Marcius commented on the same movement and told me he saw it too.

The other soldiers stared at the same spot, not knowing what it was. Several piles of flat sand and dirt… parts of the piles were giving away slight and constant motions… as if breathing. I attempted to make contact with the watchmen again.

“Copy, do you copy? Officer Kent?”

But it was of no use. We were getting anxious. Scared even. The fact that we were in the open -clear in sight for anyone and far away from the safety of the forests- made every second more dangerous than the last one. I noticed every soldier had their weapon drawn and at the ready, all terrified of the openness. The unsafety of it…

“How nice of you to visit us. So you will be our playthings, I presume?”

We turned around and were surprised to see a woman standing 20 yards behind us.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Well, you can call me Mary, if you care to.”

This woman was significantly larger than us. Easily nine feet tall – clearly an Amazon. We had drawn our rifles and aimed it at her.

“Cut the crap. What are you doing here?” Felman asked nervously.

It couldn’t be right for her to just stand there in the open, unprotected. And we knew it. She must be up to something. The thought of taking her prisoner to extract information from her accrued to me. Suddenly loud gunshots and explosions came from behind us. Immediately at that moment, the walkie-talkie managed to get a very vague but hearable signal.

“Get back, it’s an ambush! Artillery regiment, do you copy? I repeat: Officer Kent, do you copy?!”

With lots of shootings and explosions in the background, the same that we were hearing. And then the walkie-talkie lost all connection.

“I’m distraction you.” She said and smiled, then waved right past us.

I felt an ice-cold shiver down my spine and my face turned pale, as I saw several Titans emerging from the ground. They had covered themselves in sand and dirt to stay hidden. Their bodies were covered in mud as they stood up, wearing nothing more than some loincloth around their crotch; most stood with an open chest. One by one they rose from the ground where, looking at the dryness of the mud, you could see they had resided there for hours.

Their bodies, big and fearsome, covered with scars, wounds, bullet marks and burning injuries, missing fingers, ears, eyes, they turned to our group as they got up. At first a few rose in the distance, but slowly they became apparent everywhere we looked. Surrounding every direction we could hope to run to, these Titans had circled around the checkpoint, cornering us. “How did they know of our plan?” I wondered, when, seemingly, all Titans had risen from the ground.

I had encountered Titans before arriving in South Africa. But I only saw and fought them from a distance, often only for the means of distraction and stalling their hordes. I could swear they weren’t like these though. The ones I fought were fresh to the battlefield. Only just drafted, or hired and filled into the ranks. These women had a warrior’s glance in their eyes, the bodies and scars of experienced fighters on the battlefield to proof it.

They all looked fit and strong, notably their powerful legs and backs. It showed how much they had pushed through the enemy ranks. They were from all ethnicities, giving away Amanda Heuvel’s reach in assembling specific women from all over the Empire. This wasn’t a regiment like most other Imperial or Allied teams, where they had been placed together on account of where they got drafted from, like a certain city, province or nation, where most shared a common background and racial heritage.

All these women looked African, European, Arabian, Chinese, Indian and Vietnamese - you name it. There had to be at least a hundred of them, from what I could see. But knowing they had us surrounded and half my view was blocked by the house behind me, there had to be more.

One of the Titans, a Mesopotamian looking woman with a bare chest, long black hair and a fearsomely capable posture, stepped forward.

“Do not try anything, or you will be annihilated immediately. Do you understand?”

She sounded a lot like our Lieutenant, both in the way she spoke and her posture resembled him, yet spoke softly and her face expressed a certain sense of calmth and control. A sense I had not seen from any of our leaders. All fifteen of us had our Winchester rifles drawn. There was no way to run. Even if we all emptied our barrels on this mutant and killed her, there would be at least one hundred Titans upon us within seconds.

“Toss your weapons in front of you.” She ordered.

All Giantesses took a few steps forward. Now there was no room to escape. The circle had tightened up to the point where their hips, shoulders, arms and legs pushed against one another, effectively creating a Giantess-wall around us, with the Iraqi or Persian Giantess at the center, right in front of us.

Marcius took the initiative and dropped his weapon. I followed, and so did Felman and the others. The guy behind me working the turret hadn’t moved an inch. I wondered if the turret could even be turned on right now. I wondered if it would even give us a chance at that point.

“You’re clear!” She shouted, and took a step back to join the chain circle fifty yards away from us. And then she appeared.

Carefully hidden behind an island of trees, the Giantess stood up from crouching. But she was no ordinary Giantess, not even a Titan. The woman who appeared was covered in green scrub and branches, completely camouflaged. With her came another dozen Titans with the same ‘outfit’ as her. But there was one thing completely off about her.

This woman wasn’t a hundred foot tall. Not in the nearest. This one was double the size of the Titans in front of us. This one had to be 200 foot tall; if not, then bigger. She scraped the leaves, branches and mud off of her, revealing her naked body. Her breasts, her -tanned by the African sun- milk white skin, her blond hair, her muscular and masculine body, wide hips that vibrated and bounced slightly with every movement, full of scars, and her pale, blue eyes. Her enormous size made every detail, every vessel of her body, visible. The blue veins, old and fresh scars, second degree burns, facial marks, the missing of her left ring finger. This demi-God appears to have stopped aging in her thirties, yet the decades of battle and transformations have left their mark on what might have been a youthful appearance.

The monster came forward, and stepped over the circle surrounding us. The bare-naked Giantess was now, for her measurement, removed only a few yards from our group. We stood motionless; none of us had ever seen a Giantess this size.

“The… the Colossal…” I mumbled.

We could hear her breathing from out of her nose, we could hear the scraping of the sand every time her feet moved an inch, and we even felt her body warmth. I thought of her size and strength, and then of the concrete wall surrounding Cape Town. Could she actually pose a threat to the wall itself? That fort was built to topple the largest Titan – and she might just reach over it. Perhaps she even has the strength to break through the concrete layer.

But that is all irrelevant. At that moment we had an army of Giantesses and a Colossal Giantess to worry about.

Chapter 5: Don't play with your food

Word Count: 3635

Added: 04/13/2025

Updated: 04/13/2025

FF/fm Butt Feet Entrapment Lesbian Crush Food Play Pet Vore Insertion Pussy Domination Cruel Violent Despair Nonconsenting

Emanuel’s POV

There she stood. A new, fresh and horrifying brand of Giantess. I wondered if the wall could withstand a Colossal like that. Or better yet: how this would end for us. Most of us would vouch a quick death right there, as a stain under one of their feet, than to be taken with them. You would either end up at their camp for all to enjoy, sold off for their own profit to slaver caravaners or taken with them personally as a spoil of war, back to their homelands.

The same could be said for the other party that left to secure the central line. My friend Vinson was there together with the Party leader Rick, and the rest of them. They managed to make contact with us and the artillery regiment for a few seconds and warned about an ambush. And just at that moment I heard cannon fire in the far distance. That meant that whoever was attacking them had managed to break through the turrets into the three-mile line of range for the artillery.

“How unfortunate for you to be sent outside. It shows the desperation you’re all in. The last hideout for all you little humans. Like fish in a barrel, waiting for us to pluck you out, and counting the days until the walls fall and my horde enters.”

Her voice was loud and echoed hundreds of yards across. We were surrounded in a chain circle of Titans with at the center this ‘Colossal’.

“Who are you?!” My friend Felman, usually the uncaring about life one, shouted.

None of the others would dare to say anything. I couldn’t even reach for my walkie-talkie in that frozen state. But he seemingly wasn’t as scared as the rest of us.

“Tell General Marsh that Amanda Heuvels is coming for him and everyone he seeks to protect. Tell him that I will personally make certain of your fall, and that there is no way to run.”

The Colossal looked behind her.

“That is, if one of you makes it back. My platoon will let you return, but the same cannot be said for my other soldiers.”

She pointed at the distance in front of us, as a group of about a dozen Titans was walking about in group formation.

“A good timing for the patrols to arrive. Lieutenant, tell the patrol each of them will receive ten of the Australian POWs for every one of these humans here they bring to me.”

The ‘lieutenant’, the same Titan who addressed us before the Colossal, emerged.

“Yes ma’am.” She replied.

All the titans walked away, and the lieutenant went to the patrol group that happened to pass by in the far distance.

We wasted no time. Most of us didn’t even pick up the guns we tossed to the ground. Marcius grabbed me by right arm and pushed me onward.

“Quickly! We need to get to the safe line and contact the watchmen!” He shouted.

“Hey, Emanuel! Contact the watchmen that we need fire support!” Someone yelled.

I quickly uncovered my walkie-talkie and tried to reach a signal as we ran past the first trees. I clicked on the signal button and received a static noise. I looked over my shoulder and noticed movement. Fast movement. To add to that, the closer the silhouettes came, the more apparent the sound of running footsteps and the vibrations from the ground became.

The rushing footsteps sounded like 2.000kg lead weights falling on the ground from above in the far distance. They were coming with aspiration at our direction. Half of their group went straight for us; the other half cut in a circle behind us and ran to the other side to attempt a flanking.

I hit the button again – again static. We were sweating and running with everything we had, trying to at least make it past the turrets that could provide us with cover fire. Two people – whom I did not know by name – were in front of the entire group. Me and a large number of others behind them and a few dangerously lagging behind.

“Have you gotten through to them?!” Maurice shouted.

I clicked again. At last we heard a voice.

“Is this team Beta?!”

I recognized the central artillery regiment’s officer Kent’s voice. The voice was covered by static noise and loud cannon fire and shouting. I could hear orders being given, presumably where and when exactly to shoot.

“What is your status, team Beta?” He asked.

“We’re being cornered by a group of titans on your north-east, we need artillery support!” I shouted.

The officer gave some orders and returned to us, shouting all his words to make it reasonably understandable.

“Our mortar and cannons are busy fending of thirty of them against team Alpha! I’ll try and set three cannons and a watchman on your position, but you’ll have to keep them off of you for a minute!”

Felman tapped me on my shoulder and pointed to our left. A few Titans slowed down their sprint and carefully moved to the center. I realized they were trying to surround us.

“I know of a bunker nearby where we can take shelter!”

Some girl in the center right next to me announced.

“Where?!” I shouted.

Then with the speed of a jaguar, a Titan from the right sprinted right through the center, only yards away from me. She bended down while running, and scooped the two men in front of the dirt in a mere second, as she disappeared into the other side of the forest. The ginormous hand struck so close that the wind of the movement blew me and the others back.

I looked up at the exact spot where the two soldiers ran, and saw only large and deep fingerprint lines in the dirt with a sunken footprint in front of it. We stood up and heard the Titans all around us. Some in the distance, some close enough to hear mumbling through the distant cannon shots. Smoke and fire arose from above the trees, and the cannon fire reduced.

“The first turret is right around the corner!” I yelled as we stood up.

I could already hear its motors and gears. Then it appeared. The metal casing, its four inches thick and two foot long barrel. Suddenly three Titans came out from behind the cluster to catch us.

“Duck!”

We duck and covered as the turret detected the three approaching Giantesses and started to fire bullets the size of half an arm at ferocious speed. As the bullets pierced through the titanium skin of the attackers they fell down and tried to run or crawl out of the line of fire. Two managed to get away – severely injured – and one trampled down and became a bullet sponge for the turret until she lay dead in her own blood.

I had never seen one of these turrets in action – as it was a very recent creation – and hadn’t thought of it as such an efficient weapon. The Giantesses who stayed hidden were shocked as well. They stared at the machine that took down two and killed one of their kin.

“Let’s go!” Felman screamed as we still had the element of surprise on our side and we dispatched through the trees.

The turret noticed movement behind the trees and we heard it firing as the Giantesses were chasing us again. I tried to make contact with the watchmen but no one answered the call. I cursed and looked around. We were still running in a group with me and Marcius at the front with eleven other soldiers behind us.

I felt absolutely awful and knew our chances got smaller with every Giantess who appeared as long as we weren’t helped by artillery. A Giantess jumped out from behind the trees and snatched a woman who lagged behind. We didn’t even turn to see it.

Then another came out. She hadn’t the intention to scoop one of us from the ground; she purposely cut right through the formation as she ran right through our center. We all flew back and I landed against a tree. The dust blew away and all I was left to see was a ginormous footprint with a man lying critically injured at the center. He moaned with pain but didn’t otherwise move.

The Giantesses slowly emerged out of their hiding spots. All wore simple leathery clothing as protection and a few were armed with simple melee weapons. I looked at my fellow soldiers who had all been blown back too. We sat motionless as we realized there was without a doubt nowhere to run too. Four of the Titans gathered around the footprint and looked down at the coughing and (now that he saw the 100 foot tall monsters gathering above him) crying injured man.

“I told you not to run through them!”

One of them exclaimed at another Giantess standing there – the same one that crushed that man with her bare left foot.

“Well the idiot froze up and I caught him under my sole. Think he can survive?”

The other three titans sighed and moved away from the powerless man, except for the perpetrator, who was obviously unsettled by her blunder.

“How many are there left? Minus the dead guy”

The ‘dead guy’, still not dead, would simply be left to die in a pool of blood with a broken body.

“Twelve, I think.” One said.

“And fourteen when you count the two I just captured.”

She opened her hand and revealed the two men crawled up in the mud-filled hand.

“What the hell?! They’re bleeding, Catharine!”

By that time we had, like when we were cornered by Amanda Heuvel and her own regiment, been circled by the Giantesses. We all sat there waiting for anything to happen. The two men in the palm of her hand, barely conscious, were covered in dirt. One of them had a head wound and the other one was bleeding quite severely from out of his mouth. From the looks of it the first guy’s head bumped against his mouth which caused a lip- and or teeth injury.

“We are talking about twelve humans per capture, remember? They cannot die.”

Another said when the titan was taken aback by the sight of blood on her hands.

“Give them here and I will keep them safe.”

An Indian (angry and annoyed) woman picked up the man with the head injury, and lifted him onto her tong. I was immediately struck aback and felt my heart beating at incredible speed. I span my head around and saw the Titans looking at their prey with lust. The Indian Giantess pushed the man slowly in as he tried to climb out and then pulled her tong back in. She took a deep breath and swallowed the man whole.

I gasped and hyperventilated. I had never witnessed anything this gruesome, my imagination only filled by horror stories of the human-hungry mutants. The others were dealing with the same symptoms of shock; both mentally and physically. We were not soldiers at that moment. We were animals seeing someone eaten alive by the giants who prey on our very kind. Cornered by trees, clusters and human-hungry predators who looked at each and every one of us in the same way the Giantess treated the man: as prey.

I remembered at that moment about what lieutenant said. That ‘small special operation regiments like ours had very low survival rates’. All of them, I realized, ended up similarly to our situation. Marcius, whom I realized, sat close to me, started to hyperventilate and cry, as a Titan set her foot next to him, hardly noticing him, as she looked down at the humans that they were to deliver for the grand price.

Then my walkie-talkie went off: “We’ve set the location. Keep them there for another sixty seconds” came out of it.

My heart skipped a beat once I heard Officer Kent’s voice. I looked nervously around me to see if any of the titans noticed it. But none of them had noticed it. The Giantess rubbed her belly as he entered her tummy. As she went back to the other man, who still sat in the woman’s hand that had harmed them, another one snatched her target before the titan could even touch him.

“I remember the last time you ‘conserved’ a human. He came out three weeks later as a dump from the other end.”

A pretty milky-white and blond titan snarled at her and placed the kicking man in her mouth and closed it. The Indian rushed over to her with the attempt to force her mouth open to steal the man from her. But the blond Giantess blocked- and pushed her away.

“Damnit. You know that was an accident! I was starving and forgot about him!” The Indian Titan said.

With her mouth full, the blond woman shrugged her shoulders and swallowed the defenseless man. To add insult to injury she remarked: “Hmm they do taste good, don’t they?” And followed it up by giving her fellow soldier a quirky smile and burping needlessly hard.

“Let’s just get on with it.” A German accented Giantess said, and picked up a female soldier who sat right between her feet.

She, too, placed her into her mouth and, while the woman’s screams went up completely against deaf ears, she swallowed her whole. Then they all went for it; I saw all of my fellow soldiers being picked up. My friends Marcius and Felman as well with the other men and women. Then my turn came.

I turned around to see a titan suddenly appearing from behind me. I saw some dried up blood and a few bullet holes. I looked at her, and recognized the woman to be one of the three Titans that the turret had saved us from. Her wounds had already closed up and she indeed seemed to have enough strength left to walk that length, although her face looked pale and she clearly suffered from lack of blood. I looked up and her face bended over me.

“Gotcha!”

The Giantess thrust with great speed and strength her fingers deep into the ground around me. I was suddenly locked up tightly against the dry ground. Her fingers served and looked like iron prison bars. I heard the muffled voices of the other Giantesses and a few hysterical voices from my fellow English-men and women. Her fingers lifted up from the ground and left five four-foot deep holes. Once the fingers had risen they slowly wrapped themselves around my body and lifted me up. I struggled and tried to free myself. As I was slowly lifted higher and higher up until I reached as high as trees, I saw that all the others had all already been lifted into the hands of these monsters.

I froze up once I saw another young lad put into the mouth of an Afro-American Giantess. This one hadn’t struggled or cried. He didn’t move a muscle as she placed him in her mouth and then closed it. She licked her fingers and giggled. From the tiny movement in her throat and the more obvious bulge that swung from check to check, we saw that she was playing with her help- and defenseless prey. She took a deep breathed, and, presumably on purpose, loudly swallowed the man alive.

I knew that they needed us alive – at least until delivered to the Colossal. I didn’t know how they worked, but I realized they wouldn’t digest their prey. Or from what I got from the Indian giant: they would try not to digest. They were doing that to conserve us – and for their sick taste and amusement. Some of the stories we heard throughout our lives, is how the Giantesses could control their digestive system. Turn the acid on and off at will. While many Giantess stories were little more than children’s bedtime horror stories, I knew now that this one was indeed true.

I looked down and was surprised to see him still alive. The man buried half into the ground after being stepped upon. The footprint was still showing, and I could still see him breathing. I thought he might not even be nearly dead.

“I don’t want to be around here when they see and bombard us. Let’s just do it quickly, alright?”

One of them remarked. Out of nowhere a Chinese-looking titan started to laugh. Her left hand was open and a young lady was sitting there, crouching away to the edge of her finger tips as she tried to get away from the enormous finger that was poking her. The Chinese woman had the biggest and most joyful smile on her face. Big enough for her teeth to show, which she undoubtedly did consciously. The woman was screaming and pleading from the absolute top of her longs.

“OhGOD please don’t kill me!”

She cried and was absolutely hysterical. The Giantess laughed and held her close to her face.

“Hey, I’m gonna put her in my junk!” She laughed the hardest from everyone there. The others just stood there and sighed.

“Don’t waste too much time here, I want to get away from those cannons! You’ve seen what those things can do.” The Indian woman said, obviously annoyed by the slowness of her fellow patrollers.

“Okay, okay. Fine.”

The girl screamed as she was moved down against the Giantess’ bellybutton. The giantess pulled on the front elastic of her torn and worn-out panties, revealing her bushy, private area. The woman was hanging right above it. The screaming abruptly stopped as she let her fall down. The giant hand followed her and pushed and rubbed her against her junk. She sighed.

“If I get over a hundred people, I’m not going to play it safe like with this one. I couldn’t help it, she is totally my type, and I’d hate it if any of you’d claim her.” Her hand rubbed softly over her panties. “A perfect little pet for home.” She said and smiled.

“Sure she’ll stay there locked and tight?” One asked. She nodded.

“I’m experienced with this, don’t worry.” And she gave the other one a reassuring wink.

The other one didn’t look convinced. The Chinese woman rolled her eyes, went down with her middle finger, and with a lot of gasping and moaning pushed her victim gently in. The terrible wet and slimy sound that came with the insertion made everything far more terrible then it already was. Aside from that were the muffled pleadings of the woman which became less and less clear the deeper the Giantess’ finger went in.

“Hmm, I think I’m in love…” She snarled exhaustingly.

“Hey, I think they’re moving the cannons!” One of the titans said.

I felt a reassuring chill going down my spine.

“We have at least another minute. No more games. Just eat your person, conserve them and quickly go back to Wellington where General Heuvels is so we can claim our reward.” She said.

I knew it wouldn’t take that long. They had already set numerous cannons – these were just reinforcements. “Only a matter of seconds” I thought, and hoped it would be enough.

“In you go, you tasty man.” The girl that captured me said.

I heard her sticky and wet mouth opening with a ‘smack’ sound. Her breath was hot and moisty and yet it gave me a deep cold shiver. I heard her tong leaving her mouth and then felt it touch my leg. The combination of steaming hot breath, slime and the strong muscle made my stomach twitch. It felt like a giant hot slimy snail was maneuvering itself around my skin. My throat shot down and I entered hyperventilation. The closer I got the more steam covered my already moisty body.

I fell onto her moving tong and she closely closed her mouth. The snapping of her teeth created an echo inside her mouth. I rapped myself around her tong in a desperate effort to stay right there… when I heard a shot. Very muffled but clear. A whistling noise became more apparent, until it impacted like a meteorite. I was launched out of her mouth with a hundred miles an hour.

I would not have survived that impact on the ground if I hadn’t bumbed up and bounced of against the large butt of a Giantess who was standing with her back turned to my near-consumer. I landed on the ground with little more injuries than bruises. I looked back and saw the Giantess who tried to eat me had been hit straight into her stomach. As she collapsed to the ground, more cannonballs appeared. All precisely targeting well above the ground to keep us from as much danger as possible.

Apparently I had been the first of the final group of soldiers to be nearly eaten, as I saw all remaining soldiers still being held. Nearly every second another ball hit. The Chinese woman who had inserted a female soldier kept another screaming woman in her mouth, and as she looked up a cannonball hit her right on her head. She collapsed unconsciously on the ground with an injury so big that she probably died instantly. The woman managed to squirm himself between her nearly-sealed off lips.

I rubbed my eyes to see who it was, and to my relief I saw Marcius coming out of a white and brown haired Giantess. I looked around again and found most of the soldiers were now on the ground, whether their titans had dropped them when the impact of the cannonball hit them, or dropped and abandoned them while fleeing. The African-American titan who had eaten the young frozen-up lad earlier kept Felman with her until a cannonball hit her straight against her knee.

Felman fell down with the titan who screamed in agony. Her knee had clearly been broken. Felman got himself loose from her grip and ran towards me and Marcius, exhausted from the entrapment. The three of us and the remaining soldiers gathered as the sky rained with artillery fire.

After merely twenty seconds they stopped as there was not a living or conscious Giantess left on the spot.

Amanda Comes Knocking by Shaman

Chapter 1, introduction: The arrival

Chapter 2, introduction: Fish in a barrel

Chapter 3, introduction: The Horsemen

Chapter 4: Amanda

Chapter 5: Don't play with your food