Spruce’s breathing was thin, her heart pounding in her chest. She fumbled with the controls of the Rat-Brand cross-dimensional scale-adjusting teleporter. A remarkably easy to use doomsday device that would change the course of history should it ever fall into the hands of someone with greater ambitions than Spruce. A horrific thing, a moral black hole.
Simply put, it kidnaps and shrinks people - or larger structures - from other civilizations across time, space and beyond, and puts them right in her grasp.
It was a gift from a friend, a true mad scientist who knew the cat would do nothing more with it than sate her own desires.

Spruce sat on her bed, a metal plate between her thighs, about 9 inches in diameter. With shaky fingers, she input the amount of people, the size of them… and hit proceed.

You’re on the other side. Tough luck. The bed below you vanishes into thin air, and you drop a small distance, hitting a cold, strangely metallic floor. You get the rush of fear one gets when falling out of bed, and that’s your immediate assumption too. Fell out of bed. Annoying, but harmless. But your eyes sting as you open them, lamplight bearing down on you. You take a breath, and it is not the crisp, cool atmosphere of your bedroom, but something thick. Muggy. Sweaty.

Around you people begin to scream. Up above, there’s a thunderous rumbling.
You open your eyes.
High up above, a titanic black-furred cat girl looms.
Panic kicks in. You gasp and scream at the same time, and end up making a sound much like a startled chicken. As you cough the inhaled spittle out of your lungs, your eyes meet those of the impossible being. The feline woman, utterly gigantic- thunder rumbling with every deep, open-mouthed breath she took.
There’s no mistaking it. She’s terribly excited. Awestruck eyes glisten as they peer down at you and the about a dozen other unfortunates around you.
Weird fucking dream.
You go to pinch your arm. Nothing but a normal sting of pain.
Huh.
Someone breaks into a run, the spellbound titan moving in response. You can hear the air itself move as a hand comes down, one finger extended to pin the poor soul in place.
The finger did land, and what follows is the sound of at the same time, a water balloon popping, beef being ground, and a chorus of cracks and snaps.
Then a moment of harrowing silence. You’ve got your eyes closed tight, you dare not look.
There is a wet sucking sound, like pulling your boot out of the mud, as the finger lifts from its place.
“Oh… oops.” It says in a subdued, yet booming voice. There was an edge of pleasure to it all. She wasn’t sorry.
Her heart beats like a ritual drum, the sound pulsing through your jaw. You unclench your eyes just in time to see her hand- the one still covered in pulpy dead flesh- unbutton the jeans before you and slip into the bulging panties below. The titaness soft grunts, huffs and moans are like the roars of an ancient beast. The skyscraper of a cat buckles forward, and the other hand goes from stabilizing her position to hovering ominously over the dish. With more care this time, shakily and slowly another of the people around you gets snatched up. Unfortunately for them, they don’t burst immediately. Up and up they go. As they recede from view, their desperate scrambling makes them look like a little bug pinched between those massive fingers. You realize, then, that this is how the titan sees you, too. Your heart sinks, your stomach is tight.

Yet, there are still deeper depths of fear to plumb. The wet cavern that is the cat’s maw opens with an unholy sound, a huffy moan rumbling through your ears, let alone those of the poor sucker dangled over their doom. So much screaming. Your throat is sore and dry. You find that you are screaming, too.
A wet smack, and then the person up above is muffled by the jaws closing. There’s a delighted grunt. Someone is liking what they’re tasting. You can hear the sloshing of saliva, left to right, from down here.

Glnk.


Fucking god she ate him. She ate the poor bastard. Alive. Whole.
Theatrically, the goddess rubs her stomach. More muffled screams, down there this time.
He’s melting.
“That was… so good.” Booms the titaness in your tongue. A lustful grunt.
Then, the pulsing beast that’s contained by her panties is whipped out without warning. You can see the streaks of the accidentally smashed person decorate its heft.
“G-hff-go on.” Continued the murderous cat. “Get on your knees. Worship.”
The people around you do.  They beg for their lives, plead for mercy. Not to the cat, but to her monstrous cock. Your knees, howerver, are locked, You’re too busy hyperventilating thick girldick musk to process commands. It’s intoxicating, in a carbon monoxide poisoning kind of way.
You’re not the only one too terror-struck to comply, someone on the other side of the plate is also simply frozen.
The goddess’ eyes fall on them. She smiles. It makes you shiver.
Without warning, she uses the rod she’s been stroking like a hammer, slamming the head down onto the other who didn’t comply. The underside of the throbbing flesh squished up against the floor, spurting a viscous, clear liquid onto the corpse that lay in the center of a blast of blood and guts.

Your knees give out. You feel like throwing up, not helped by the thick fog of cockscent choking you out. Theres a grunt up high, and the lethal tool rubs back and forth across the carcass, smearing it further.
Pleasedontkillmepleasedontkillmepleasedontkillme, your ‘prayer’ goes, as the titaness continues to hump fervently, barelling another few poor souls over like a runaway train. They don’t stand a chance.
“Hnnff~ Fuckin… sluts.” She purrs, lifting the cock back up over your heads. Tears roll down your face as the murder weapon throbs, dripping people-mulch and pre-cum over your heads in a sickly mixture. The wet slaps are slick and grotesque, her dick swelling bigger with every stroke, her more than person sized nuts swaying, churning. Snatch! There goes another, their screams muffled by those very balls, streams of sweat pooling into the hand that is smothering them against it. One hand stroking, the other fondling. Not before long, the choking wails stop, and the goddess simply drops the corpse, which falls limply to the bed below. Then she goes for you.
Your scrambling against the metal is useless, and soon your nose is assaulted by the thick musk caked against her hand. Not just you are picked up, but the three other remaining victims too.
You, all of you, are well and truly doomed.
She stares at you, mouth half-open. Maybe she’s trying to think of something to say, something to ‘tease’ you, and further get off on this slaughter. She’s getting off to your cowering, that’s for sure. Her masturbating only grows more feverish as she notices your tear-stained face.
Briefly, the pounding stops.
She appears to be inputting something on a device with her spare paw.

Then things get bigger around you. Or, rather, you’re shrinking. The red, one-eyed head of the girlcock, now being stroked harder and faster than ever, dominates your view. The dick becomes the size the goddess was to you, once. Then her cockslit is that size. It dwarfs your vision. It becomes planetary. Sweat drops, tall as mountains, roll in from all sides, all the while the rumbling breaths and moans become unrecognizable, and then you don’t hear them at all any more, yet you feel them all the same. Blood dribbles from your ears. The soundless thunder is like a migraine, you feel like you’re going to explode-

Spruce’s first rope of cum shot past her hand, staining her bed.  She readjusts, and the second gooey rope hit her palm squarely in the middle, right where those little toys shrank into nothing.
No vital signals remaining, the device indicates. They’re all fuckin’ dead.
“Holy… shit…” she whispers between heavy breaths, her dick still drooling cum, spurting every couple seconds.
She wants more.