New story: Toxic Giantess

 Toxic GTS

By Ramvo

(Disclaimer: all characters in this fictional story are of legal age 18 or older)

IN THE NOT SO FAR FUTURE...

There’s a new world order. One unexpected consequence of the collapse of several Earth’s ecosystems was that female humans began growing, getting higher, stronger and more dominant, while males were decimated and remained the same size. The female-dominated society began ruling and changing the dynamics of power and males had to adapt in order to survive. 

This story takes place when all females are now 50-feet towering giantesses on average, and males are only considered toys and pets. 

This story is about the toxic relationship between a very possessive and insecure giantess and her tiny boyfriend/pet/toy.

The ground didn’t just tremble. It cracked and it screamed.

Jenna’s heel came down like a meteor, pulverizing an abandoned bus into scrap metal with a single step. Fifty-five feet of pure, seething erupting obsession, her shadow alone blacked out entire city blocks of the old world order, when males ruled and females obeyed. Her blonde hair whipped behind her like a battle standard, blue eyes blazing with something far past anger. Her only emotions were rage, . Ppossession and. hunger. She grinded her teeth as she had noticed his betrayal.

She’d seen the message. Some sex-hungry whore had slipped into Sonny’s hiding spot last night and she had left a scrap of paper. A note. Jenna found it clenched in his trembling fist when she tore the roof off his pathetic little bunker at 3 a.m.

“Meet me at dusk. I can get you out.” was the message and it had infuriated her beyond limits. She always had been prone to bursts of anger and destruction and her helpless victim, almost  always, was Sonny, her tiny boyfriend.

The note was all it took to make her snap and erupt in a poisonous mix of jealousy, insecurity and destructive violence. 

Now Sonny dangled upside-down between her thumb and forefinger, blood rushing to his head, her grip so tight his ribs creaked. She held him inches from her face, lips peeled back in a snarl that showed too many teeth.

Still in this position, Sonny could see how beautiful his gigantic “girlfriend” was, and this appreciation made him feel even more helpless and sorry for himself.

“You thought you could leave me!!?” Her voice cracked the air like a thunderous whip. “You thought some tramp, some horny whore could take you away from me!!?”

“Jenna, it wasn’t—” Sonny begged.

“Shut up slut!!”, Jenna roared. “You have crossed your limits and now it’s time for me to remind you who owns you!!”

She flipped him upright and slammed him against her thigh, pinning him there with one hand while the other yanked her skirt up to her waist. No teasing this time. No games. Her thong was already soaked through with rage-sweat and something darker, the fabric stretched taut over the monstrous swell of her perfectly rounded ass.

She didn’t bother pulling it aside.

She ripped it.

The elastic snapped like a gunshot, threads shredding as she tore the underwear clean off her body and flung it away. It landed three blocks over, big enough to drape an entire house.

Sonny had one heartbeat to see the full, terrifying glory of what was coming: her asshole, flushed pink dark and pulsing with fury, already slick and gaping from how hard she’d been clenching all morning. The ring flexed open with a wet, hungry sound, easily wide enough to swallow him whole.

“No foreplay today, baby,” she growled. “You wanted freedom? Let’s see how free you feel when you’re buried so deep I can taste you in my throat.”

She didn’t lower him.

She dropped him in and her anus devoured him.

Sonny plummeted six feet, screaming, straight into the twitching dark pink hole. The impact drove him into his waist in one brutal thrust, her sphincter snapping shut around his hips like a bear trap. He thrashed, clawing at the slick walls, but she only laughed, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her entire pelvis.

“Deeper.” she moaned half angered and half aroused.

Other times, Sonny used to enjoy being so close to Jenna’s lavish and well-muscled buttcheeks, massaging, groping, kissing and caressing the silky surface of her rounded globes, as well as worshipping her fragrant rosebud, making the horny giantess sigh and moaned in sheer pleasure, but he knew very well, that her astounding rear was also a merciless instrument of torture and debasement. 

She squatted hard, thighs thicker than redwoods spreading wide, and slammed her ass against the ground. The impact cratered the earth, and the force rammed Sonny the rest of the way inside, past his chest, his shoulders, until only his face remained, wedged tight against the burning ring of muscle. He blacked out for a moment and when he regained consciousness, he found himself almost all the way inside Jenna’s constricting rectum.

He had no time to brace himself when she clenched.

Not a playful squeeze, like the ones she liked to use when she was toying with him in a playful manner. It was a full-body, murderous contraction that crushed the air from his lungs and folded his tiny body in half inside her. His scream came out as a wet gurgle, lost in the suffocating dark.

Jenna stood up slowly, savoring the way he squirmed and writhed, the way his frantic kicks only tickled her insides like a trapped insect. She reached back and spread her cheeks with both hands, giving any tiny in the ruins a perfect view of her asshole bulging obscenely. Sonny was not visible anymore, his whole body smeared with her slime, eyes wide with animal terror as her living walls flexed and dragged him in another inch.

“You feel that?” she hissed, grinding her hips in a slow, vicious circle. “That’s forever, Sonny. You’re not my boyfriend anymore. You’re my fucking prisoner. My personal butt-plug. And if I ever, ever, feel you stop moving in there…”

She clenched again, harder. Something inside her cracked, maybe one of his ribs.

“I’ll sit on a goddamn skyscraper and grind you into paste.”

Then she started walking.

Each step of her swaying hips was a hammer blow. Her rectum clenched rhythmically, sucking him deeper on every upstep, then crushing him on the down. By the time she reached the horizon, he was gone, swallowed so completely that not even his screams could escape anymore.

Just a faint, pathetic lump high inside her ass, squirming desperately against the walls of his new world, her world.

Jenna smiled, licked her lips, and kept walking.

The darkness inside Jenna’s rectum was absolute, a hot, slick, pulsing void that never stayed still. Every clench of her colossal body was a landslide of flesh, grinding Sonny deeper into the folds of her colon. The air was thick with her scent, humid and musky, coating his lungs like tar. His arms were pinned to his sides, legs folded painfully beneath him, face pressed into a wall of soft, ridged tissue that flexed and released in slow, deliberate waves.

He couldn’t scream anymore. His throat was raw. His ribs creaked with every breath.

But in the suffocating dark, his mind drifted.

Back to when it started.

He was ten. She was ten.

A very young 30 feet tall giantess, even then, a gangly blonde giantess with scraped knees and pigtails, stomping through the ruins of the old playground like she owned the world. The other male students  (normal-sized, like him) scattered when she came near. Not Sonny. He’d been brave, stupidly brave. He’d walked right up to her, craning his neck to meet her beautiful blue eyes.

“You dropped your doll,” he’d said, holding up the large plastic figure, bigger than he was, he’d found in the dirt.

Jenna had blinked down at him, blue eyes wide. Then she smiled.

And that was it.

She scooped him up like he was the doll. Carried him home in her pocket, pressed against her chest. Told her mom she’d found a new pet. Her mom laughed.

“Just don’t break him, sweetie”, her mom said.

She didn’t break him.

Not then.

But she never let him go.

Just a few years later, she’d started hiding him in her underwear during class. She said it was “so no one else could look at him.” She’d sit perfectly still, thighs clenched, while he suffocated against her juvenile body, praying the bell would ring before she got bored and clenched too hard.

A couple of years later, she’d learned to shove him up her ass for the first time.

“Discipline,” she called it.

He’d wet himself. She’d laughed until she cried.

At sixteen, she pierced her own clit with a silver ring just thick enough to thread a chain through. His chain. The one bolted into his collarbone. She’d tug it when she walked, dragging him behind her like a purse dog, naked and bleeding, while she shopped for lipstick. 

The young giantess had grown to reach a height of 55 feet and her beauty had grown as well. She had long curly blonde hair, cute upturned nose, thick lips and the same mesmerizing deep blue eyes that had enchanted Sonny the first time he met her; her bouncing breasts were big and turgid, her waist narrow, her legs long and thick in a very feminine way, but the most enticing part of her body was her ample hips and her glorious behind. Sonny always got aroused by watching her walk, moving rhythmically her swaying hips and her marvelous flesh spheres going up and down mesmerizing any tiny behind her.

During these years, Jenna mostly used Sonny like a living sex-toy, and Sonny learnt to please her so she would be satisfied with him. He became good at various ways of satisfying her, like sucking her engorged clit while massaging her engorged labia or rimming and kissing her butthole until she’d scream in ecstasy. Some other times, Jenna would simply use him like a living dildo, moving him in and out rhythmically from her soaked pussy or her clenching butthole. Maybe he had become too good at pleasing her that she had increasingly become addicted to him, and she couldn’t tolerate the idea of losing him to another sex-hungry giantess.

Jenna had been very possessive since a young age and Sonny had paid the price for this so many times that he had lost count. She was very creative in her punishments: sometimes she would sit on him until he was plastered on one of her alluring cheeks, other times she would give him copious and fragrant golden showers, or she would left him trapped inside the basket of her worn clothes, inside one of her sweaty socks. Other times she’d tie him to one part of her body, like one of her ankles or she’d wear him like a living necklace or tied on the back part of one of her tiny thongs. 

But the worst punishment was when she would push him deep inside her rectum, not to get pleasure from it but just to make him miserable.

And now, at eighteen, this was her favorite punishment.

Buried alive in the same hole she’d first violated when they were kids. Only now her body was a temple of curves and cruelty, her ass a prison carved from flesh and muscle and obsession.

She clenched again, hard, and his vision sparked white.

You’re mine, her body seemed to say with every squeeze. You’ve always been mine. Since the day you handed me that stupid doll.

He remembered her voice, even now, echoing through the walls of her gut:

“You picked me, Sonny. You walked up to me. You chose this.”

He hadn’t chosen this, not that it mattered anymore.

But she didn’t care.

Another clench. Another wave of pressure. Her colon rippled around him like a living fist, dragging him deeper, deeper, until he was folded into a place so tight he couldn’t tell where his body ended and hers began.

And in the dark, choking on her heat, Sonny finally understood:

Jenna didn’t love him.

She’d never loved him.

She’d just never learned how to let go.

And now, neither would he.

Ever.

The pressure built like a slow-motion avalanche.

Sonny felt it first as a distant rumble deep in Jenna’s guts, then as a rolling wave of muscle that squeezed him from all sides, pushing, pushing, forcing him downward through the slick, clenching tunnel. His body slid helplessly along the ridged walls, coated in her filth, lungs burning for air that wasn’t thick with her scent.

Then light. Sudden brightness, blinding.

He tumbled out in a wet, gasping heap onto the marble floor of her bedroom (fifty-five feet below her, but still a deadly drop for him). He hit hard, ribs screaming, skin raw and glistening with her fluids. For a moment he just lay there, coughing, retching, trying to remember what clean air tasted like.

Jenna’s shadow fell over him.

She was crouched, thighs spread wide, skirt hiked up, one hand still resting on her ass like she was admiring her own work. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with that post-punishment high she always got. She looked beautiful. Terrifyingly, impossibly beautiful.

And then the mask slipped on.

“Oh my God, baby…” Her voice cracked, soft and trembling. She lowered herself to her knees, the floor shaking as her weight settled. One massive hand scooped him up, gentle this time, cradling him against her palm like he was made of glass. 

“I’m so sorry. I went too far. I always go too far.” she said. 

Sonny said nothing. He couldn’t. His throat was shredded.

She brought him to her lips, pressed a kiss to his entire body. A soft, warm, suffocating kiss.

 “I love you so much it makes me crazy. You know that, right? I just… I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” she implored.

He also noticed tears, actual tears,  welling in her eyes. One of them would be enough to relieve his unbearable thirst.

“This was the last time,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I swear on my life, Sonny. No more ass. No more punishments. I’ll be good. I’ll be better. Just… stay with me. Please.”

She set him down on her nightstand, next to the little glass habitat she’d built for him years ago (complete with a bed made from one of her old thongs). Then she curled up on the floor beside it, resting her chin on the edge, watching him with those huge, pleading blue eyes.

Sonny stared back.

He’d heard this before.

Word for word.

Every time.

After all the punishments she had put him through. Like when he had left him glued to her clit for three days in a row, or when she had used him as toilet paper or when she had given him several golden showers. Every. Single. Time.

She always cried. Always promised. Always swore it was the last.

And he always believed her.

Because what else could he do?

He was just a normal-sized puny male and she was a colossal behemoth of feminine muscle and might. She was fifty-five feet of jealous, possessive love turned inside out. He was only a tiny spec compared to her, a plaything, a toy and a pet. 

So he nodded.

Slowly.

“I forgive you,” he rasped, voice barely a whisper.

Her face lit up like the sun.

“Really?” She reached out, stroked his back with one fingertip. “You mean it?” she asked nervously.

He nodded again.

And he meant it.

Because tomorrow, or the day after, or next week, she’d find another note. Another glance. Another reason.

And he’d be back inside.

Deeper.

Longer.

Worse.

But for now, he crawled into his little bed, curled up beneath the lace canopy that still smelled like her, and closed his eyes.

He’d be good.

He’d obey.

He’d count the hours until the next time she “snapped.”

Because Sonny knew Jenna better than she knew herself.

And love, in her world, was just another word for forever.

The next few days were… soft.

Too soft. The kind of soft that made Sonny’s skin crawl, because he knew it was the calm before the earthquake.

TO BE CONTINUED…