Chapter 1
Starting off, just setting the ground work ready for the rest of the story. Nothing major yet, though things are set to pick up in the next chapter.
Max felt the familiar ache of longing anticipation as the hours dragged on. The wait was always the hardest part for him, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Satisfaction always was, and Max always found himself breathless in his bated endeavors at these late hours.
Laying in his bed, phone in hand… bottle of lotion at his side, the young adult was all but prepared for his favorite part of the day: It’s end. The hour in which the night would pass on into the next morning, signaling the arrival of his favorite stream.
Or, to be more precise, his favorite streamer — the illustrious, if not soft-spoken, Madame Midnight: So appropriately named, in part, thanks to the time in which she'd begin her livestreams.
So late into the dead of night that, for most, these sessions would have gone unnoticed; And yet, the remarkable streamer had gained a rather sizable audience. Not just because of her soft, nigh angelic voice, but her otherworldly beauty as well.
As pale as the snow was white, with eyes that humbled even amber and gold, Madame Midnight was a goddess in many ways— worthy of worship — from the strands of her arm-length, silvery hair, all the way down to her often stocking-clad feet. She was simply divine.
In the purest sense of the word.
This was no doubt a major reason as to why so many logged into her streams despite it being so late. The siren song of their mistress was just too alluring. Max, of course, knew that to be his reason for joining, the divine woman bordering an obsession on his part. He would suffer sleepless nights before work, always, if only just to see even a frame image of this loveliest of female fixations; deserving of the entire world.
Oh, but he wouldn't dare complain, should such decisions ever come to bite him.
Not when his co-workers got on his case, or his boss. The joy he delivered onto himself for just such decisions was well worth their bickering: often delivered by way of lotion and tissues. For him, these dead-of-night sessions were worthy of a few… tugs at the ole pole.
Max couldn't remember when he first came across these wonderful streams, and honestly, he couldn’t care less about the recollection.
So long as he could watch them unbothered, he was happy.
Patiently, the eager viewer continued to stare at his phone, watching and waiting with bated breath as the screen remained dark — the clock having yet to strike twelve.
He counted the seconds as the time drew nearer.
Ten
Twenty
Thirty
Each passing moment was more agonizing than the last.
Until, finally, at long last, a familiar tune drifted through Max’s phone's speakers, and his heart skipped a beat.
The window upon his phone's screen, that being of the streaming site's homepage, sprang to life, casting a warm glow over his face. And then, she appeared.
Madame Midnight — standing beneath a celestial blanket of stars that seemed to twinkle in rhythm with her hauntingly beautiful smile, doubtlessly enchanting the thousands that have logged in just to see her.
"Welcome back, my Little Lovelies~," the whimsical woman sang, her voice soft yet confident as she bowed her head low enough to reveal just a tiny hint of cleavage. Enough to tease, but never so much that she'd give away her intentions ahead of time. "To another episode of our ‘Late Night Promenade’. As always, I am your gracious host — Madame, Ena, Midnight. May we enjoy our time together again~."
She was so polite.
So… proper.
Though her red dress conformed to all the right curves, showing only what she wanted her audience to see, Madame Midnight carried herself with such etiquette that, to any who only heard her voice, they’d think her to be some sort of royal-blooded aristocrat. Genuine royalty, or something more. Hell, to many she already was.
But Max knew better.
He'd watched enough of her streams before to understand the mind behind the smile – a personality that was as captivating as it was cunning.
Her gentle voice and bewitching body were luscious, yes, but it wasn't enough to explain why Max had reached release time and time again when watching her streams. There was something more to this fixation of his. Something that went beyond mere charms.
The screen to the stream zoomed out, revealing more of Madame Midnight’s surroundings as she began her usual walk. Though she held no camera in her hand, nor phone or anything of the sort, the Seductive Streamer was never the type to leave her viewers’ sights. At all times, she was the sole focus of their attention. Every moment was devoted to her, and the longer one watched the more they understood how it was that streams grew to be so popular.
“As always, my wonderful Lovelies, it’s time to dive into yet another town with a delightful mix of structural quirks,” the Streamer explained, her amber eyes locked ahead as she sailed through her words. “And as is tradition, please, don’t be shy of dropping in any suggestions you all might have for our little tests, mkay? Remember, I’m always looking at chat in case I see any interesting ones!”
Her stride was effortless, yet it carried the weight of a storm.
Her gentle humming, though serene, was liable to cause entire glass structures to reverberate.
And then, in those rare, still moments when the stream fell quiet, a sudden, earth-shuddering boom would be heard — disorienting, as the world itself had just taken a breath.
Max hasn’t always been the type to overthink things. Observing wasn’t really his style, especially when his focus was as simple as it was predictable, as much of his attention was claimed by the tent sprouting between his legs. But despite his initial, uncomplicated reasons for tuning into his Mistress’s streams, it didn’t take long for him to catch on to the deeper reality of his favorite streamer. As she walked on, he couldn’t suppress the grin forming on his face. His heart thudded with excitement, already racing at the thought of what was to come.
“Also, a quick reminder for any of my smaller viewers out there,” Madame Midnight added, her lips curling into a warm smile as she paused for a moment. "I’ve recently received the green light to attend one of your... ‘lower stage’ conventions this May! As the date gets closer, I’ll share more details, but for now, it’s definitely something to look forward to for any of you who’re interested!"
Her stride resumed, each step echoing with the same thunderous booms. Max’s mind was already racing ahead, making plans to attend the mentioned convention — that is if he could manage to scrape together enough money in time. Working with these sleepless nights though wouldn't help towards that goal.
But he just knew it’d haunt him, were he to miss a face-to-face meeting with his favorite, larger-than-life streamer.
For, as it so happened to be, Madame Midnight, and sensation to thousands, was giantfolk.
A being dozens, if not hundreds of feet in height. And this whimsical giantess in particular was certainly of the latter in size range.
As was said, it had taken Max a fairly long time to piece things together, back when he first began to watch these streams. Early on, they were akin to podcasts, in which Madame Midnight would talk of her life, and her opinions on the world; how she viewed the mixed living of giants and humans.
Often, they were simple musings. How her friends would date those smaller than themselves, and how she, in turn, would pose questions that would garner the occasional blush from them. They were usually harmless, if not at times crass, of course, but also bearing a sense of longing. As though the Streamer-to-be was missing out on something special.
At first, Max had thought such musings to be a part of some online persona. It wasn’t too out of place to think a giant would take to the internet to entertain others when already they had numerous ways to keep themselves busy. But as time progressed he did begin to see behind that veil of previous naivety.
It ultimately came down entirely during one of Madame Midnight’s more… questionable streams.
A declaration of demolition, as well as a certificate that allowed for the visit and subsequent judgment of ‘lower-stage’ cities: those settlements that had yet to meet the stage of considerable technological advancements. A claim and position often held by giant folk alone, barring the occasional exception.
To Max’s understanding, the giant streamer had been trying to get such a certificate for years, explaining that it had been a long dream of hers to visit human cities and see for herself just how far some of them had come. Few were those that have ever managed to reach the level of giants, and fewer still who’ve maintained the position.
It was when she arrived at her first city — something more akin to a barely developed town, in all honesty — that Max became a true fan. Both of Madame Midnight’s, and the destructive tendencies a giant harbored.
Just the memory alone was enough to begin the process of heating the young man's loins, and it was all he could do to resist the temptation of grabbing his waiting shaft and getting to work, preferring instead to save the pleasure for later.
It was… strange, the destructive capabilities of giants. So large, so powerful, and yet, to them, the lives they might at times squish rarely weighed on their minds. On a dime, Max could recall how, since that original broadcast, Madame Midnight’s demolished at least a dozen different cities by herself, and not once did it seem as though she bore any sort of guilt towards such heinous actions. At most, if anything, she even thanked them for their hard work, expressing mocking disappointment that they couldn’t make it past the stages that they were at.
She’d encourage her smaller viewers to do better, and move on with her life. It was always that simple.
And her viewer base just grew and grew, as equally as uncaring as their favorite giantess; woefully ignorant of the possibility that their cities could be next visited.
Max chuckled, suspecting that some might have even jumped at that chance, wishing for such a presence to grace their homes…
That being said, he was confident in knowing that, though he held this obsession, he wasn’t as down bad as some of them.
Some of those people carried a sort of death wish with their questionable stream requests, only caring for a good show even if it cost them their lives. Max, however horny he may be though, did not. Despite being equally uncaring of the destruction wrought by His Illustrious Mistress, he at least didn’t wish it to be visited upon his place of living. Not for the sake of the people of the city, mind you, but his own.
Were he to die, after all, how else would he enjoy these streams?
These thoughts mounted within him, preoccupying Max as Madame Midnight carried on with her, as of now, uneventful walk. A few cars here, a couple of houses there, on the outskirts of nowhere, all crushed underfoot with nary a moment of acknowledgment. There were no screams, no flair, and as such no fun to yet be had.
As demonstrated already, the anticipation of the slaughter was the hardest part. But patience was a virtue, and given the frenzy in the stream’s chat, already viewers were giving ideas as to what they wanted to see. They were keeping themselves entertained, as best as they could until they too could have their release.
On a whim, Max added his own.
To take a poor, unfortunate victim, and have them pleasure his magnificent Mistress.
It was something he had wished to see for as long as he could recall, but as of now, the request had yet to ever be regarded.
One day, he thought hopefully. One day.
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed until Madame Midnight chirped up, her smile having never faded but her patience, understandably, wearing thin.
Lights on the horizon.
The skyline clear to see.
From the height she stood, the giantess could see it all so plainly, nearly bouncing in place in joy as a result.
“Finally…” she softly exclaimed. With a grunt, she lifted her left leg, bending it at the knee as she stretched the tired limb. “For a minute there, I was sure I had been walking the wrong way. Thought my navigator was broken or something!”
The chat came to life once more, tossing out playful insults and jokes over how this wouldn’t be the first time their graceful host had been lost. Playfully, she stuck her tongue out at all of them. Each and every one of those many thousands.
“Oh, hush up, all of you,” She playfully joked. “You all better HOPE this isn’t one of your cities, otherwise I’d show you just what happens when I find little tricksters such as yourselves!”
Of course, it was banter of a playful nature. The giant steamer meant no ill will. Though the threat she posed was very much real, it was never taken with the fear that should be warranted. Not by her viewers, and often not by Max.
But for him… this time was different.
Unlike previous streams, he wasn’t joining in on the joyful banter.
Because, though it was viewed from a distance, he recognized the city on the horizon
The skyline that outlined its expanse, and the skyscrapers that pierced the sky. Stage 5 in terms of advancement. Post-atomic, reliant on electricity and the like to power their technologies.
Most telling, however, were the smaller buildings — lesser businesses — on the outskirts of the city that the human harrowingly recognized, even as his hand trembled and his phone threatened to fall from between his fingers.
While the chat cheered, Max silently screamed.
He didn’t dare join in on their euphoric mania.
Not when he so clearly saw his home being livestreamed.
I'll try to add in the other two chapters every few days. Remember, the story itself is finished on Giantessworld, so if that interests you give it a read there if waiting isn't an option.
Chapter 2
Coming in with the second part to this story. Again, the entire thing is on GW, I'm just keeping it sparse over here on SF.
Desperately, Max worked his pants back onto his legs. Not for matters of decency towards finally meeting his obsession — that being his now questionably favorite streamer — but so that he might run away.
Quickly
While he still had time to do so.
Already, ALREADY, the panicking man could feel the faint booms of his Mistress’s footfalls, her legs no doubt carrying her further than fifty men could hope to run. And if such power was what he was contested against, not to mention the rest of the city, then what hopes did he have at making it out of here alive?
But delusions were a powerful thing, none more so than the delusion of extending one's life. Even when hammered with the monumental impossibility of the task at hand, such a faulty belief prevailed over every other.
No one ever believes tragedy might befall them during their lifetime. Sure, people might see horrible, haunting images of disasters from the world over — at times, giant-caused, more often than not human-made — but rare were those who ever believed such disasters could arrive at their front door.
…Until they did
Until those very disasters stared them right in the eyes.
It wasn’t until the deafening roar of the goddess’s approach shattered the silence that the people of this doomed city realized their end had come. And with it, the cruel irony of those who, like Max, thought themselves safe from such tragedy.
Making sure his phone was still in hand, Max hurried out of his apartment, almost losing his footing on the stairs as he rushed to escape the building. He wasn't alone in his haste — the stairwell was crowded with residents, all eager to flee. They, too, sensed the impending doom, feeling the terrifying presence of a giant drawing near. Each one fought the inevitable in their own way, clinging to the hope that they could somehow avoid it. Max had to shove his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes fixed on his phone screen, desperate to stay informed.
What he saw next, though, froze him in place.
A shadow over buildings and roads; people trying to run!
Madame Midnight was close now.
So very close that Max even recognized the buildings shown in her stream. Like little prizes she wished to display, they were simpler complexes when compared to those of the inner city. The sort that seemed ready for a remodeling, barely managing to meet the giant streamer's knees. Not too far from where Max was, regrettably, and by car it shouldn't even take him less than thirty minutes to get there.
Max prayed for the people still trapped in the buildings, trying not to imagine what must have been going on through their minds. He prayed that by some miracle, they had managed to make it out alive before any of this.
Alas, he knew better than to expect as much from his apocalyptic mistress.
A chuckle was heard as a purple-painted finger pointed to the set of disappointingly small structures. From the various windows displayed, some of the complex's remaining occupants could be seen in a panic.
“This looks like as good a place as any to start~.” The giantess cooed.
Max turned away from his phone screen, already aware of what was coming. He's seen it a dozen times already; regrettably yanking himself dry to such destruction. He knew how his Mistress worked, and what it was her audience desired. The last thing seen before it became too much to bear was Madame Midnight lifting her left leg; steadying it as she drew the limb back.
A thunderous crash was heard — or rather, felt — moments later, across the city as, far above, debris and mortar of buildings blown away soared through the sky. They cut through the air with destructive speed, humbling even ballistic missiles, before crashing down several miles away, no doubt tearing into deeper sections of the city and obliterating all caught in the “attack”.
Max swallowed. Hard.
Madame Midnight had begun her evaluation, and already it seemed as though the city was found lacking.
Hesitantly looking back at his phone, Max awaited his Mistress’s verdict. She always gave out an initial one, to compare it with her final “score” once all was said and done. A deep hum of disapproval, though, was already a tell-tale sign that after the streamer’s first ‘test’, she was already looking to rate the city poorly.
“Well… that was certainly… surprising…” The giantess muttered, somewhat annoyed that she had kicked an entire apartment complex, along with its inhabitants, away so easily. She gestured towards her camera, beckoning it closer.
It zoomed down towards her leggings, showing off the dust, debris, and stains of red now littering her tights.
“I mean, I barely even kicked the building before it gave out. That was just… nothing!” Madame Midnight brought her hands together, intertwining her fingers before just as quickly releasing them, mimicking an explosion as she did. “Just… BOOM! And the whole thing went soaring! I certainly hope whatever landlord was in charge here didn't charge a lot, because I'm not entirely sure the rent was worth it…”
The streamer fell silent for a few moments before another chuckle escaped her lips.
She looked to the city, still eager to test out the rest of it. “Then again… what else could be expected of a stage 5 city? They're always SOOO fragile, right?”
A stream of agreements came in from the chat. Some even noted past massacres and their scoring.
“Honestly, what I'm doing here is a service for any other human settlement,” the Streamer reasoned, pride in her voice. “This way, they'll know what to improve on, should I ever visit them~.”
Again, more agreements came in. Even some viewers stating how they'd wish Madame Midnight would come to visit their cities next, explaining flaws they've seen in their daily lives. Fools, all of them, as none realized the implications of such a request.
None… save for Max.
Oh, how he wanted to type in how stupid they all were. Show them how people were dying here. How some were running, and how most had already given up.
But he stopped himself before having the chance to do so, remembering that, not long ago, before all this, he was just like them. Clueless of the danger — of this very real reality that was the destruction and judgment of his home.
So… rather than anger, he felt only pity. For himself. For his city. And most of all, for those who were so very clueless about the fragility of their lives.
The rumbling footsteps picked up once more, and, looking at his phone, Max saw as Madame Midnight continued on her way. The streamer smiled, picking up the pace as she walked.
“O-KAY, let's see if we can find something that meets our standards!”
The giantess's footsteps were getting close now. Max didn't even need to look at the stream to figure that out. It wouldn't even be a few minutes before she made it far enough into the city that his life would be put in danger. Damn it all, it pretty much already was!
Max watched from his phone as the giant streamer strolled down familiar streets, stepping down on those who couldn't escape her path with hard, heeled soles. He heard as their screams were cut short, the cameras utilized picking up on every little detail. Every snapping of bone. Each tear of flesh. Gore splattered, and bodies popped, and all the while the audience only cheered — even if they weren't all too verbal about it in the chat room anymore. Max suspected the hands of many were busy elsewhere…
He watched as cars were kicked out of the way, and sent soaring into the city; some even into buildings a few blocks down. Max watched as people stampeded over one another and friends and family were left to the shadow of a goddess. He heard and saw it all as he ran. Where, the desperate little man didn't exactly know. He was acting solely on instincts by this point, unsure of anything else.
But he knew he didn't feel tired.
He didn't feel safe.
Adrenaline was all that kept Max going… even as the next crash came from only a few dozen feet away.
A car kicked at just the right angle, with just the right force… its occupants still inside. A family forced to fly, only for so long until they collided into the ground screaming.
The crash was powerful. Strong enough that, even from where he stood, Max was made to bear the near full force of it; an explosion pushing him off of his feet, throwing him aside and into a wall.
Max blacked out, briefly, his vision becoming a haze as he struggled to remain conscious. The taste of iron flooded his mouth. The back of his head felt sticky and wet. His whole body hurt, but the pain was akin to moving through a tranquil sea. Were he to close his eyes for even a moment, he even feared the possibility of whether or not he'd be able to wake up.
So lost was Max, in his mind, that he never noticed how the booming which shook and shattered his world reached its apex; and with them all that surrounded him was cast in a curvaceous shadow.
Turning on his back and struggling to get up, Max watched as the world moved past him in a blur of hazed images and vibrant colors. He watched as smaller, terrified shadows pushed their way past his sluggish body, and the largest one before him lowered itself down after them.
A dark, shadowy limb stretched forward, towards the dazed human, yet still he didn't move. It was only when one small figure pushed him hard enough onto the ground did everything come back into view. Only then did Max see how a giant, well-manicured hand reached out for him; as well as those that ran away.
Moving at the last possible second, the terrified human lay flat against his stomach, feeling the wind distort in the wake of the massive limb moving overhead. He covered his ears, blocking out the screams of those caught and dragged back. It availed him nothing, however, when they too were brought overhead and away, their cries nearly forcing him to bawl in turn.
“Where do you cuties think you're going,” Madame Midnight questioned, her voice dripping with sadistic playfulness. “Everyone gets their time in the spotlight! Don't you know it's rude to leave a girl like me hanging?”
The giantess giggled as the concrete streets beneath her cracked, her knees bearing down on them with far too much weight, even in her crouched position.
Risking a glance back, Max watched in horror as the hauntingly beautiful giantess raised her prized humans higher, lifting her hand towards her face. She licked her painted lips in silent anticipation, practically salivating at the thought of their struggles. Elegantly opening her mouth, the collected humans thrashed and kicked in an attempt to be free. For their efforts, however, the singular release they were given was a sudden plunge; the giant streamer’s fingers loosening to deposit her catches directly upon her tongue.
Max didn't even have to count how many. Looking at his — thankfully still operational — phone, the viewers enamored by their mistress did that for him.
Through a full mouth, Madame Midnight muttered. “Twu…ntee…?” She barely managed, a stream of drool leaking out as she messily spoke. “Tat's… ah new… ra-curd…”
Raising a hand to her lips, the streamer carefully swallowed the occupants within her mouth. She sent them down, one after the other, an audible gulp heard each time. Surrounding her head, three black orbs hovered in silence. A green light signaled their continued operations, as well as how they tracked the occasional bulge that traced down their owner's throat.
When the last of her catches finally met their inevitable plunge, Madame Midnight directed one of the orbs towards her throat.
On Max's phone screen, he saw that not a single soul was spared.
“Ahhh…” the giantess sighed, satisfied. Gently, she patted her stomach, doubtlessly enjoying the struggles within her stomach. “Thaaat was fun… though I do wonder if this counts towards poor etiquette?”
With her sights off of him, lost in the euphoria of her kill, Max took this chance to try and crawl away. He no longer had the luxury of trying to avoid disaster. Now, it was right here in front of him, not even a few dozen feet away. Any out-of-place movement on his part could give him away, and given his former Mistress's treatment of those she usually caught… that was a fate he wished to avoid.
So, humiliatingly, Max crawled. As best as he could. Slowly, quietly, one arm in front of the other as Madame Midnight tended to her cameras, looking at any requests she might have been given.
“So, that's you vore lovers taken care of!” She cheered, clasping her hands together in joy. “And my late dinner settled! Who says people shouldn't eat during work?”
The giantess looked through any other request that might prove fun for her. Max assumed the usual. Crushing, kicking, sometimes sitting on structures to see how well they’d endure. It was all usually so predictable, and as expected they were as such.
“Well, we've already crushed more than a few people; I think one of you lost count at two hundred…” Madame Midnight noted, flicking through a holographic screen produced by one of her floating cameras. “We haven't sat on anything yet, though I want to avoid that if able…” she gestured for one of the orbs to fly around, where she gingerly lifted the back of her dress. “As you can see, this is brand new. Self-cleaning, as well as fairly breathable, so long as it doesn't get too dirty. Thank you to my darlings who made the purchase~.”
All was going as predicted. With some destruction caused already, the giant streamer was giving her viewers some much-needed attention. Though she thrived off of their love, it was never unrequited. She paid it back… usually.
Though, just this once, Max wouldn't mind if he was to be ignored. He was making good progress as is. He didn't need giant, watchful eyes upon his back.
“Oh, this looks like a fun one!” The giantess behind him snickered. What she found, Max could live without knowing. “I've been meaning to replace these stockings of mine, so I don't mind taking them-”
But a scream quickly cut the streamer off and did away with the request.
Not from Max. Further down the road in front of him. A woman who, much like himself, had managed to remain hidden. Huddled away between buildings, likely waiting for the chance moment to escape.
What a fool they were though, to leave when the coast was in no way clear. Even more so when the first thing they did when faced with the sight of a giant… was scream.
Madame Midnight’s cameras all turned towards the woman, and before long their owner too smiled.
“On second thought… we'll have to wait on that request. Sooo sorry…” The giantess quickly glanced at one of her camera's produced screens. “ToeTickler69… maybe next time.”
As the giant streamer leaned forward, the human woman began to run away. Max, however, found himself unable to move, a monolithic shadow steadily covering his entire body.
He waited, refusing to watch, as the giantess's hand reached out past him again. Only this time, it didn't stop as quickly as before. The smaller woman she hunted was further away, as well as faster than previous catches. As such, Madame Midnight could play a bit more with this one.
Continuing to inch forward, until they were practically completely on the ground, Max felt as the weight of two fleshy mountains pressed down on top of his back, pinning him in place.
He didn't thrash. He didn't scream. He couldn't hope to do any of either.
Though the weight was maintained, even bearable — to an extent — it was far from enough room that'd allow him to move. Hell, Max could hardly breathe, managing only quick, painful gasps. Any further, and his former Mistress might have crushed him completely beneath her bountiful breasts.
But thankfully, at least for him, she eventually managed to catch her prey.
“Look at what we have here,” the giantess giggled from above, her voice muffled by hundreds of tons of flesh and bone. “Dessert~...”
Again, Max heard the scream of the woman. Prolonged this time, as Madame Midnight toyed with them. Caught between tongue play and the occasional nibble for the camera, there was little left to the imagination of what the smaller woman was going through now that she was in her captor's clutches.
Before long, a sickly wet slurp was heard, and the giantess began to rise — a new treat nestled in between her cheeks.
As she did, though, so too did Max. Along with her, rising, plastered to the soft, sticky flesh that encased his body. Pulling himself free, or at least trying to, Max hardly considered the height from which he would fall, only caring to be loose: a fair fifty feet, or more. An otherwise fatal descent that was hardly considered.
That is until Max found himself in free fall. Plummeting towards the ground at a rate that would have likely killed him. Or maimed, were he to survive. He hadn't thought of the consequences of his desperation, only wishing to hide away once more. But, much like the woman before him, fear had guided Max’s hands.
He screamed briefly, shutting his eyes as the ground quickly approached. The little human's life flashed before his eyes, before just as suddenly… a soft thud was instead felt, rather than the harsh crash and crushing of his body against the pavement.
Death never came, though admittedly that might have been a mercy.
As, when next Max opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at the beautiful amber eyes of his once magnificent goddess. She stared down at him, watching as the human crawled back against the finger of her hand, which itself rested gently upon huddled thighs.
Madame Midnight had caught him. Quickly. Working simply on instincts once she had heard his screams. Even with another human in her mouth, she moved without flaw, ensuring not a single hair upon her next catch was harmed.
The giantess smiled.
She licked her lips once more, her tongue peeking out and gliding beneath her teeth, eliciting a few horrified screams from the woman within.
“My oh my…” the Streamer cooed. With a snap of her fingers, she directed all cameras to be pointed towards Max. Her palm rising, Madame Midnight brought her guest closer to the orbs' lenses, giving her audience a good look at their next source of entertainment. “Say hello, everyone, to this little stud here~.”
Just one more chapter after this one.
Chapter 3
Max felt as the blood within his body ran cold. From the marrow of his bones to the very air in his lungs, none of it felt… right. Unpleasant may have been a more appropriate word. Lack of security.
A denial of safety when in the hands of an uncaring goddess.
He was numb from his head down to his toes, and no amount of pinching his forearm would help to wake him up from this very real, very bloody nightmare.
Only proving capable of looking up into the amber eyes of his once-favorite streamer, Max felt himself shake. Not through any sensation on his part, mind you, but from the reaction of the giantess that held him so securely upon her palm.
She giggled in response to his rising fear, raising her other hand to her lips to conceal her snickering enjoyment.
Before all… this, Max would have taken that as a badge of honor. Something to be proud of. As though it were the most important thing he'd accomplish in his life, making such a beautiful woman blush.
Now, though, he only wished to be as far away from here as possible.
Pursing her lips, Madame Midnight lowered her hand down. She extended a finger towards Max, gingerly poking the human in the stomach as she studied him. The extremity nearly covered more than half of the tiny man's body, and, in fear, the terrified human attempted to kick it away.
A useless effort, as the giantess’s finger hardly budged a single inch. Instead, the singular reward Max earned was yet another soft chuckle.
“Oh, you're funny,” the giant streamer remarked. Shifting the contents of her mouth around, she raised Max higher, bringing him closer to her lips. “Cheeky too, considering where it was you fell from...”
Her tongue sneaking out, Madame Midnight flicked the pink leviathan across Max's chest, taking in his flavor; mixing it with that of the woman victim she was already sucking on.
Swearing he could still hear the quiet sobs of the giantess's treat, Max cautiously took a step back, only for one of his former obsession's fingers to curl up against his back, flicking him back into place.
“Oh no, we can't have you going anywhere now, can we?” The Streamer questioned, amused by her catch's game. She gestured towards her crossed legs — and beyond them, the dozens upon dozens of feet Max would have to fall if he wished to get away.
“That is, unless you're skilled at crash landings~.”
A casual joke turned ominous at the foreboding height at which Max was held.
Madame Midnight shrugged, unbothered by the smaller human's plight. “It's such a shame, too. You might have been able to get away, had you not clung to my tits.”
The Streamer smiled, her eyes narrowing in on her prize. Once more, she flicked the treat within her mouth to the other side. For a moment, it even seemed as though she were ready to swallow them whole. An urge deftly worked down.
“I mean, could you get any fresher? Haha! Imagine, for a moment, how many people would have died to be in your position,” though looking at the destruction caused thus far, plenty already have in the wake of the giantess's rampage.
Still, her smile never faded. If anything, it only grew softer with each passing moment.
“Tell me your name, Lover Boy.” The giantess instructed. One of the fingers behind Max snaked forward, gently rubbing down from the nape of their neck. “It's been a while since anyone's been that bold with me.”
What could Max possibly hope to say? That he was even alive now was purely accidental. It wasn't as though he wanted to cop a feel of a set of breasts larger than himself; though in all honesty, he could not deny their soft embrace. It sort of just… happened! Out of his control, much like everything else tonight!
But were he to say that, it'd almost certainly be a death sentence. Either swallowed whole like others or crushed in the palm of this late-night streamer.
It was not a favorable position to be in, yet it was the one Max was forced into all the same.
But then the thought crossed him. Tightening his fingers, Max realized he still had his phone. Its screen was busted, and the frame was nearly snapped because of the weight he had previously endured, but thankfully it still functioned.
If only barely.
So, hesitantly, the little human raised the device over his head, screen towards his goddess, and the volume all the way up.
He looked to the cameras, which hovered overhead, each one turned to face him.
“I am a fan!” Max shouted, his voice echoing from his phone. Already, he could see Madame Midnight’s eyes light up. Her soft smile stretched wider as she raised her head higher in pleasant surprise. “My name is Max! And I've been watching your streams for years, Lady Midnight!”
Realizing that what he needed to do was connect with the god-like streamer, and recalling how she often played with her fans, Max took as calculated a risk as he could in revealing this to her. It was his hope, His prayer, that she would show mercy to one of her long-time viewers.
And for the most part, Max's plan seemed to work.
“Max…” the Streamer mouthed, happily surprised at the revelation. She really did enjoy meeting her fans, after all. Penchant for destruction aside, there was some fondness towards her viewer base. “Max. That's a nice name. Mine… is Ena. Though, admittedly, you probably only really referred to me by my ‘Madame' moniker, huh?”
Max nodded, somewhat at better ease. “Right…”
The streamer, Ena, waved off the pseudo-name by which she was often referred, instead opting to use her actual one when in front of a fan. “Semantics semantics, we don't have to be so prim and proper here! Certainly not now, seeing as we're already on a first-name basis.”
Max chuckled nervously.
The giantess spoke so casually. As though she hadn't just massacred and murdered who knows how many hundreds of people. And just tonight alone, as opposed to the thousands she's buried in past streams.
It was… unnerving. Now more than ever, whereas before Max only saw such carnage through rose-tinted glasses. He was obsessed with her, after all… once.
Madame Midnight.
Ena, as she'd prefer to be called here.
By all accounts, she didn't seem as though she were outwardly malicious — at least not completely. The fact that Max was still alive, before a smiling giant, proved as such.
But the lives of humans were as entertainment to her. Both she and her thousands of fans.
And never before had Max realized the true scope of such… differences in their respective lives. Such widely opposite perspectives, born from their places in the world.
Ena wanted to clap her hands together, only refraining from doing so so as not to reduce her little fan to mush. But she was giddy.
She always was when meeting one of her viewers. It was always a treat to show them off to her streams.
“So, do you have anything to say?” The giant streamer questioned, breaking this moment of silence between her and her human prize.
Looking at the cameras that circled him, Max shrugged his arms; puzzled. “Something to say…?”
Ena chuckled. “For the stream, Silly! For your fellow fans. I mean, not a lot of you people have managed to get as close to ‘Heaven’ as you did~.”
Giving her left breast a quick squeeze, the streamer further demonstrated her point. “Pretty soft, right? I'm rather proud of them!”
Ena was friendly.
Too friendly.
It was almost enough to make Max forget just how much destruction she caused in such a short time frame.
But he latched onto the memory. He refused to forget.
Through gritted teeth and determination, he placed his foot firmly down upon the soft flesh of Ena’s palm. “N-no! That's not what I want to talk about at all!”
Momentarily caught off guard, the giant streamer nonchalantly licked her lips, producing an arm from within their embrace.
“Oh, then is it my little snack???” Ena asked, almost mockingly, as she drew the limp limb back into her moist maw. “Envious, little one? Believe me, plenty of you humans would just love to-”
But again, Max stomped his foot in protest. “No! God no!”
Thoroughly puzzled, Ena raised the hand that held her ‘fan’ higher, bringing them closer to her inquisitive face. Her brows furrowed as she tried to ponder on what this little man was so needlessly uppity about.
“Well? What is it then?” The streamer questioned. “What's got you so bothered right now?”
Despite her prior kindness, Max couldn't fathom how his former mistress could ask such a question. Especially when, due to her lack of awareness, her back was alight with the glow of the burning city behind her; the handiwork of her efforts and judgment quite clear.
Spreading his arms, Max gestured to the city, his home, and the people reduced to either stains or snacks. “T-this! The destruction! That's what's bothering me!” The human knew giants to be generally uncaring when it came to dismantling cities, but this certainly exceeded his expectations. “How… how is this necessary!?! How is it that people can watch this!?! And how is it that someone like… you could even do this to people!?!”
Turning her head to glance at her handiwork, the streamer simply shrugged. “Oh, come on. You can't seriously blame me for this. Knowing the content I endorse. It's hypocritical.”
“People are dead because of you!” Max argued back.
His defiance fell on deaf ears, however.
“And people are going to continue to die,” Ena replied, unbothered by that cruel reality. “That's just how things work in the world.”
As was the truth behind those cities — those beings — of upper-stage populations: giants. It was their duty, and often their privilege, to cull those who did not meet higher standards.
Their standards.
Max knew this. He even accepted this when he willingly watched Ena's streams. Those broadcasts that demonstrated the cruel truth for those who were not up to par with their betters.
Alas, again, he just never assumed it would be his city that would one day find itself on the chopping block for giants; as well as serving as entertainment for countless others, plenty of whom were, like him, simply smaller.
With a huff, the giant streamer perked back up, her former fan's argument quickly being met with unjust reasoning. Though it was harsh to say, they couldn't combat the truth that was this world's order.
“And as much as it might suck to hear, you're probably going to wind up dead too,” Ena admitted as she once more lowered Max back down towards her crossed legs.
Stammering backward, the little human fell onto his rear, flabbergasted by what he was just told. “W-what…!”
Sucking in air through her teeth, the giant streamer pointed towards the cameras which still floated overhead. With a snap of her fingers, one of them produced a screen, showing the chat to her broadcast. They were in a frenzy, with some speaking against the naïve little man who argued against their goddess.
Others presented recommendations and requests, punishments for someone who had supposedly forgotten their place.
More still, however, were becoming bored, Max's pleas offering nothing in entertainment.
“I'm still on the clock, Little Guy,” Ena reasoned. With her other arm outstretched, she motioned towards what still remained of the rest of the city. Mostly untouched, and after some time, it's quite likely that a majority of the population had already found shelter. Whether this would benefit them or not was an uncertainty.
“I've still got a city to demolish, and you're eating up that time. On top of that… you're rather rude.”
Max looked back towards what remained of his home, mortified that it was still pretty much damned. “But you don't have to!” He tried to reason once more.”
Again, more pleas upon deaf ears.
“Look, I'm sorry you're not all too accepting of these rules.” Ena cut in, refusing to give her former fan the chance to speak their mind. “In another life, you might have been better off. But in this world, you're just entertainment for my audience. And you of all people should know that I aim to deliver.”
The Streamer's fingers curled over her palm, blanketing Max in the shadow of their embrace — pinning him to his former Mistress's flawless flesh. There he struggled, and there he would stay.
Until he was lowered further down, gliding against the cloud-like, nylon-clad thighs of Ena’s legs.
The giantess cooed, her body shuddering in response to the sensual touch. Again, her tongue flicked out, and with it more of the feminine treat she continued to carry.
“And if I intend on giving quite the show for my more appreciative viewers to enjoy…” the giantess muttered. Her fingers releasing, she allowed Max to slide the rest of the way down. Further in between her thighs, where her moist crotch waited, she would put this little loudmouth to use. “Then I may as well make you a part of it~.”
***
“And thank you… Dylan, for the donation,” Ena cheered, going through her chat's nightly donations. “As I've been saying, I have been looking to buy another camera. And as you all know, these orbs can get a little pricey.”
But then, that's what the audience was for. It was because of them that their Madame Midnight has made it as far as she has in her line of work. Whether it was demolishing buildings or streaming the latest game, it depended on what the viewers wanted.
At least… that's what was most often believed. For the small, helpless Max, however, his requests were just one against many. A single plea for help against thousands damning the notion.
Of course, he would have normally been disposed of right away. But, unlike others who might have spoken out against the giantess streamer, his treatment was much more… unique.
Ena did say she wanted Max to be a part of her stream if he was going to throw a fit. A source of entertainment for both herself and the audience.
So… at the request of some donors, the human was forced to plunge deep between the giantess's legs, where he struggled and gasped — fighting for his life as well as for every breath of air that could be managed. That certainly would have more than a few heads turning in delight.
In the wake of the amorous sensation, Ena miraculously still managed to keep just enough of her composure to speak with her chat; her rear planted at the heart of the ruined city, her fingers toying away at the little treat clinging to her womanhood.
She was sweaty. Ena's velvet dress clung to her skin and doubtlessly would be a pain to remove later.
But she didn't care.
In between her rampage, as well as her light masturbation session, she was having an incredible time. And the cool breeze of the night air, though quick to dry her sweat, was delightful to feel.
Scrolling through her chat log, the giantess noted several requests to see the shrunken man in between her legs. With a smile and snicker, however, she denied her viewers the lust-fueled request.
“Cheeky cheeky, you know I can't do that,” she reminded them with a wag of her finger. “Even if this might be allowed, there are still guidelines I have to follow. No showing my big pink cavern live for you lot.”
Leaning forward, Ena gestured for one of her cameras to get closer. She cupped her hand into its mic as it approached.
“But, if you want to see something spicy, then I'd recommend visiting my SolelyFans. There, I can be much more… open about what I display.”
Her fingers thrusting deep within her lower canal, Ena felt a jolt as a wet snap rippled across her fingers. Caught off guard, she silently laughed at her prize’s premature demise. “Also, I'm known to use much sturdier fans over there than poor little Maxy here.”
Crossing Her legs, the giant streamer elicited as many more pops as she could from her brief sex toy. For the future, she had made a point to purchase a camera that was both small enough, and durable enough, to not just travel within her, but survive any sort of crushing pressure that might build up.
Case and point, the inner walls of her womanhood. No doubt they made an absolute mess of little Max. And, with the right kind of equipment, such a sickening end could be recorded and sold. For rather high prices, at that.
From the comments she saw alone, Ena could tell many were eager to see more of such crushing in the next city-wide test. Their eagerness towards such bloodshed was, in truth, more tantalizing than Max himself. So much so that, eventually, and in response to the rising pressure, Ena brought her teeth together fiercely… unintentionally pulping the woman between them.
A thin line of red seeped out from between the giant streamer's lips, yet she did not care. Not for that, nor the sticky pink discharge which clung to her fingers, as she pulled her hand free from between her legs.
Raising her fingers to her lips, Ena's bloodied tongue graced their form, taking in the extra sweetness of what remained of a man who had forgotten his place. She sucked on them, cleaning those soiled fingers spotless, until they were fit to be plucked out with a wet pop.
“I… hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did…” the giantess moaned, her voice a low hum in the afterglow of her lustful lovemaking. “Because I know it was a wonderful experience for me…”
With a snap of her freshly cleaned fingers, Ena guided her four cameras into a straight line to face her. She sat upright — through some groggy difficulty — displaying around her the ruins of a city that, briefly, saw some form of defense in one who, at one point, enjoyed the sights of ruins and murder. A paltry attempt, given the state of the buildings and population.
If anything, the little bit of resistance had only made this judgment and subsequent extermination all the more exciting.
“As always, I have been your gracious Host — Madame Midnight…” Ena recounted, her time having been spent. Looking through her chat, she found that she had reached a new record, bringing entertainment and ‘satisfaction’ to dozens upon hundreds of thousands this time around.
The Giantess’s smile stretched wider than ever. That only meant even more viewers to enjoy her handiwork in the coming weeks.
“Be sure to tune in next time… to see if we can find a settlement that meets our higher standards,” the giantess instructed lightheartedly, already knowing many would tune in even without a reason to.
Her eyes lighting up, she pointed directly toward her cameras, her viewers, leaving them all with one final wish that they may pray towards.
“Who knows? Perhaps, next time it'll be one of your cities I visit?” She stretched her fingers apart, reminding the audience of what happened to her latest little fan.
“Wouldn't that be a delight...”
And there we have it. The full story of Slaughter on Stream, completed for SizeFiction.