A Giant Love Story
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Hey everyone. I’ve been on this site for a while but have never talked. Recently I’ve been using an ai to create a story about a college campus with tinies and giants, and you can probably guess how the giants treat the tinies. It follows a giant named Greg and a tiny named Mel. Greg isn’t like other giants, he actually sees tinies as people. Wanted to see if that’d interest anyone, and how you would feel about it being ai generated? I made it using that as there any stories I could find like it, and I used AI mainly because its easier. I think it reads okay, but I know some people don’t like that sort of thing. Let me know!
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Chapter 1: A Normal Day at School.
No sex just some casual disreguard of tinies
The classroom buzzed with the deep rumble of voices, the quiet scratch of pens on paper, and the occasional clearing of throats. Giants were scattered across the room, focused on their quizzes, their hands massive as they scribbled down answers. At the front of the room, Greg sat at his desk, a vast expanse of wood that dwarfed his test paper. Mel sat beside him, perched on the edge of his notebook, her feet dangling just above the surface.
She wasn’t supposed to be there—she belonged with the other tinies in the segregated row at the back of the room. But Greg didn’t care. To him, rules about tinies weren’t rules at all—they were excuses to treat them like objects. And Mel wasn’t an object.
She didn’t like how much she needed him, how safe he made her feel. But part of her couldn’t help but want that safety, to lean into it. He was a giant—a presence that could crush her without a second thought—but he was her protector. The idea of that kind of power… it made her stomach twist, both in fear and something else that fluttered like a secret she couldn’t admit.
Mel could feel the weight of the other giants’ stares: curious, bored, and often something darker. Her skin crawled under their gazes, but Greg’s towering presence shielded her. His broad frame blocked the worst of the looks, his quiet protectiveness a barrier between her and a room full of giants who might see her as a plaything.
Greg shifted slightly, his elbow brushing the edge of his notebook. The subtle motion jostled Mel, and she grabbed hold of the paper for balance, her small fingers curling into the edge. He glanced at her, his brows furrowing. “You okay?” he rumbled, his voice low and warm, a private warmth that cut through the cold of the classroom.
“I’m fine,” Mel replied, her voice small against the backdrop of his. She smiled faintly, though unease coiled in her stomach. Her hands, now gripped tightly on the notebook, betrayed her—her pulse was fast, her body tense, and she couldn’t seem to push the uncomfortable feeling that crawled under her skin. His proximity, his scent, the heat of his body… it all overwhelmed her.
Greg’s lips quirked in a small smile before he turned back to his test. “You’ll do fine,” he said quietly. “Smarter than half these guys, I bet.”
Mel tried to focus on her quiz, a scaled-down version of the one that Greg was working on. The tinies seated at the back of the room were working on the same thing, though it was hard for them to focus with the looks they were getting from giants. Mel’s gaze flicked toward them. The tiny section was a cramped section of desks and chairs designed to keep them out of the giants’ way. The tinies there sat huddled, heads low, their movements tense.
She caught sight of a girl at the edge of the group—a tiny with pale blond hair who looked familiar. Kayla. Mel’s chest tightened at the thought of her friend, gone for weeks now after being taken by another giant. The blond girl couldn’t be Kayla, of course. Mel knew that. But for one heart-stopping moment, she let herself believe.
Her thoughts scattered when she caught the low murmur of conversation a few rows back.
“I’ve got a tiny,” Daniel said with a grin, his voice pitched low enough to make it feel secretive. “She’s a good one—obedient, keeps herself nice and quiet. You should feel her pressed up against me, man. Those tits—” He let out a low chuckle. “Perfect fit for my hand.”
Brian snorted. “Lucky you. Mine’s a loudmouth. Always complaining. But hey, it’s not like they get a choice.”
Mel’s stomach churned at the words, her hands gripping Greg’s notebook tightly. She could feel their voices cutting through her skin, the crude tone a reminder of how fragile her existence was. They didn’t see tinies as people, just toys to be used—small, insignificant. The sensation of being so small, so exposed, gnawed at her. She hated that Greg could hear those words and say nothing.
Greg stiffened beside her, his jaw tightening. His eyes darkened as the words sank in, but he didn’t say anything—he rarely did when it came to comments like these. His hand slid closer to Mel, his fingertips brushing the edge of the paper she sat on. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her feel grounded, less adrift in the chaos of the room.
“Don’t listen to them,” Greg said softly, his voice a quiet rumble meant just for her. His thumb brushed against her side, and Mel’s breath hitched as a strange warmth spread through her. His touch was so gentle, so careful… as if he could crush her with a single press but was choosing not to.
Mel nodded, her eyes dropping to the test in front of her. She tried to focus on the questions, but her mind kept drifting. The bell rang before she could finish, and her heart jumped at the sudden noise.
Greg stood, his towering form blocking the aisle as he packed up his things. His hand came down for her, palm open and inviting. Mel stepped into it, her legs shaking slightly as his fingers curled protectively around her. She could feel the roughness of his skin, the warmth seeping into her body as she was lifted effortlessly.
“You ready for lunch?” he asked, holding her close to his chest as they navigated the hallway.
Mel nodded, even though the pit in her stomach hadn’t gone away. She held onto his thumb as he walked, his strides so long and effortless that she felt like a passenger rather than a companion. She hated the feeling sometimes, but there was no other option. She couldn’t keep up with him on her own. Her fingers curled tighter around him, feeling his skin against hers, the size of his body so overwhelming.
As they passed through the hall, Mel caught sight of other tinies pressed against the walls, their faces pale with fear. They ducked their heads, some even hiding behind corners as Greg walked by. She knew they were afraid of him. To them, he was just another giant, someone who could snatch them up without a second thought.
When they reached the tiny-only section of the cafeteria, Greg lowered her onto the table. The space was scaled to her size, complete with tiny furniture and a low, flat surface that mimicked a dining hall. Mel climbed onto a chair, her movements careful. She didn’t want to draw any more attention than she already had.
Greg lingered, his eyes on her. His gaze felt heavier than usual, lingering on the curve of her hips as she adjusted her dress. The way his eyes traced her body, the hunger in them masked by a faint concern… it made her feel small in ways she couldn’t fully process. She was painfully aware of every shift of her body, every inch of her that was exposed under his gaze.
Her cheeks burned, and she turned away, pretending not to notice.
“I’ll be back soon,” Greg said finally, his voice quieter than usual, strained with something she couldn’t name.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied, though the knot in her stomach told her otherwise.
As soon as he left, the air around her changed. The tinies who had been eating in hushed silence now turned their attention toward her. Whispers rippled through the group, too soft for giants to hear but loud enough for Mel to catch every word.
“She’s with him again,” one girl said, her tone sharp with disbelief.
“Probably his toy,” another tiny muttered. “She just doesn’t realize it yet.”
Mel clenched her fists, trying to ignore them. But the words cut deep. They feared being in her position, even if they envied the fact that Greg had kept her with him. That thought made Mel’s chest tighten.
“You think he’s going to keep her?” someone asked.
“Of course he will,” another answered. “They all do, eventually.”
Mel swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on her food. She didn’t want to think about what they were saying. She didn’t want to believe it. But the weight of the words sat in her stomach like a heavy stone, digging in deeper with every passing second.
Meanwhile, Greg:
Greg’s steps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to the giant section of the cafeteria. His mind was a storm of thoughts, most of them centered on Mel. The way she’d looked at him earlier—like she was afraid of something she couldn’t name—clawed at him.
He didn’t blame her for being cautious. Not after what she’d probably seen, what she’d probably been through. But it still hurt, knowing that no matter how much he tried to protect her, part of her would always see him as a threat.
He caught a few whispers as he passed by a group of his classmates. “Greg’s got a tiny,” one of them said, their tone dripping with amusement. “Bet she’s got a nice rack, huh?”
Greg’s jaw clenched, but he kept walking. They didn’t get it. They never would.
When he finally sat down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d left Mel in a room full of people who would never understand her. Or him.
Later That Day…
The last class of the day was one of Mel’s tiny-only classes. The classroom was built like a miniature lecture hall, scaled down to accommodate the students. The furniture resembled was perfectly crafted to fit their size, though the setup often felt like a reminder of just how small they were. Even the air seemed to press down on them, heavy with the weight of their fragility.
The class itself wasn’t particularly engaging, but the air in the room was thick with anxiety. The other tinies glanced nervously at the door, stealing worried looks every time a sound came from the hallway. Mel could feel the tension radiating off them, the way their bodies were stiff and their eyes darted nervously. She tried to focus on the lesson, but the atmosphere was oppressive.
When the door creaked open at the end of class, every tiny head turned sharply, and Mel’s heart leaped into her throat. It was Greg. His towering form filled the doorway, casting a long shadow over the room, and every tiny froze. The fear in the air was palpable, the tiny bodies instinctively shrinking back as Greg stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room with barely restrained intensity. He looked almost larger than life, and the way the others reacted only made his presence seem even more dominating.
His gaze found Mel, and for a brief moment, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. “Ready to go?” His voice was gentle but still massive, vibrating in the small room and making the other tinies tense further.
Mel nodded, climbing onto his outstretched hand. She felt a familiar warmth spreading through her as his fingers curled around her, and she couldn’t help but press herself closer into his palm. The air in the room broke the moment he stepped back out into the hall, and Mel felt the stares of the other tinies like hot needles in her back. They watched her leave with the giant who controlled her fate.
Greg carried Mel down the hall, his steps measured but unhurried. She sat on the broad expanse of his palm, her legs dangling over the edge, her body held in a way that made her feel both secure and completely helpless. She glanced up at him, catching the subtle way his brow furrowed, like he was lost in thought. His gaze flickered briefly to her, soft but heavy with concern.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though she knew he’d hear it.
Greg’s lips twitched into a small, almost sheepish smile. “Nothing. Just making sure you’re okay. Those classes always seem tense.”
Mel shrugged, though she felt the weight of his words. “They’re fine. It’s just…” She hesitated, unsure how much to say. “It’s hard to feel normal when everyone looks at me like I’m a target or… something else.”
Greg’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, Mel thought he might say something more, but instead, he simply spoke, his tone hard with conviction. “You’re not a target. Not while I’m around.”
His words carried such a heavy sense of ownership, a promise that made her heart race and her body shiver in ways she couldn’t explain. It was a strange mix of relief and unease, like being pulled closer to a warmth that was both comforting and dangerous. She believed him, but the way he said it—so absolute, so protective—left her feeling like she was teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t name, something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
As they entered the main hallway, Greg turned a corner sharply, nearly bumping into a group of his friends.
“Greg! There you are,” one of them said, grinning wide. It was Aaron, tall and broad-shouldered, with a cocky tilt to his posture.
Greg slowed, his grip on Mel shifting slightly as he held her closer to his chest, his fingers tightening just a little.
Aaron’s gaze flicked down to her, and his grin widened, eyes raking over Mel’s tiny form, taking in the soft curve of her legs and the delicate curve of her waist. “Still carrying her around, huh? What’s the deal, man? You hiding her from us or something?”
Greg’s shoulders stiffened, and his grip on Mel shifted again, pulling her a little closer to him as if to shield her from Aaron’s hungry eyes. “I’m not hiding her. She’s just… better off with me.”
Aaron chuckled, clearly not taking the hint, and leaned in closer, his eyes flicking up and down Mel’s form with a disconcerting casualness. “She’s cute, though. Gotta admit, Greg, you’ve got good taste.”
Mel shifted uncomfortably, pressing herself closer to Greg’s thumb for some semblance of security. She could feel the heat of Aaron’s gaze on her skin, and it made her stomach churn, a flush rising in her cheeks as she tried to shrink into Greg’s protective palm. Aaron noticed and smirked, stepping closer. “Aw, don’t be shy, little one. Bet Greg keeps you real safe, huh? I mean, look at you—so small, so soft…”
Greg’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, low and firm. “Aaron, knock it off.”
Aaron raised his hands in mock surrender, his gaze lingering on Mel for just a moment longer. “Relax, man. Just saying. You can’t blame a guy for noticing.”
Another friend, a girl named Jenna, snorted and stepped in. “You’re such a creep, Aaron. Leave her alone.”
But even as she spoke, Jenna’s eyes flicked to Mel, and her expression shifted to one of sly curiosity. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Mel’s leg, sending a shiver through the tiny girl’s body. “It’s kind of fascinating, though. How does it feel, being held all the time? Must be weird having someone’s hands all over you, huh?”
Mel’s face burned at the question, and she instinctively pulled her leg away from Jenna’s touch, though she could feel the lingering warmth of the giant’s fingers still on her skin. She opened her mouth to say something but found herself frozen by the weight of their eyes on her. Greg pulled her back against him with a sharp tug, his voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a crack of thunder. “She’s not a toy, Jenna.”
Jenna rolled her eyes but dropped her hand. “Fine, fine. You’re no fun.”
Greg didn’t bother replying, his expression tight with barely contained frustration. He muttered a curt goodbye and strode past them, his grip on Mel steady but firm, making her feel the weight of his protective anger. She could feel the way his fingers curled around her, a reminder of the power he had over her fragile little form.
“Sorry about that,” he said once they were alone again, his voice softer now but still frustrated.
Mel exhaled slowly, her heart still racing from the uncomfortable encounter. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Greg’s voice was tight with unspoken emotion. “You shouldn’t have to be.”
They reached their next destination: Greg’s last class of the day. He set her down gently on his desk, his hand lingering for a moment, warm and comforting, before pulling away.
“Last class,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. “I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”
Mel watched as he settled into his seat, his broad frame towering over her and dominating the space around him. She felt small in the safety of his presence.
The class began, and Mel tried to focus on her thoughts, but the murmur of whispers from nearby students kept pulling her attention away.
“She’s a tiny, right?” one voice said, low but audible enough for Mel to catch.
“Yeah,” another replied, the voice dripping with with something dark. “Bet she’s fun to mess with. Imagine the things you could do with someone that small…”
Mel’s stomach twisted into knots, and she glanced up at Greg, whose attention was focused elsewhere, oblivious to the conversation. She wasn’t sure if he couldn’t hear it or if he was just choosing to ignore it. Either way, it made her skin crawl. She felt like she was nothing more than an object, on display for their amusement. She pressed her legs together tightly, trying to ignore the sickening feeling in her gut.
The rest of the class passed in a blur, and by the time the bell rang, Mel was more than ready to leave. Greg scooped her up again, his movements careful…
As they walked, he glanced down at her, his expression softening as he noticed her discomfort. “You okay?”
Mel hesitated, her chest still tight from the class and the whispers. She nodded half heartedly. “Yeah. Just… ready to be done with today.”
Greg hummed in agreement, his fingers curling around her gently. “Me too. Let’s get out of here.”
Later that evening, Greg’s phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Aaron.
Aaron: Party tonight. You in?
Greg frowned, his first instinct to decline. But then he thought of Mel, how tense she’d been all day, the way her eyes seemed to flicker with unease whenever she spoke. Maybe it would be good for both of them to unwind a little. She needed a break from the pressure, and so did he.
He typed a quick reply.
Greg: I’ll think about it.
Greg sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. The invitation to the party buzzed in his group chat, his friends hyping it up with their usual banter. He wasn’t sure why he was even considering it; parties weren’t really his thing—not with how tinies were treated. But then his gaze drifted over to Mel’s loft in the corner of their shared dorm. Her tiny figure was just barely visible as she moved about, her silhouette a small, delicate thing against the backdrop of the room.
“Hey, Mel,” he called out, his tone softer than usual, careful.
She stepped into view, brushing her hair back, her expression unreadable. “Yeah?”
“There’s, uh, a party tonight,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Thought I’d let you know since I’ll be out for a bit. Unless… you’d want to come?”
Mel froze. The idea of being surrounded by giants, with their casual disregard for tinies, made her stomach turn. The thought of Greg—her protector, her constant—being just another giant in the crowd made her heart race. But Greg’s voice was soft, almost hopeful, like he was genuinely concerned. She could hear it in the way he said it, in the way his words seemed to hang in the air, as though he were scared she’d say no.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she asked quietly, the unease in her voice betraying her.
Greg shrugged, his eyes locking on hers. “I’ll keep an eye on you. No one’s gonna mess with you if you’re with me.”
The confidence in his voice should’ve reassured her, but it didn’t. She could feel the weight of his words like a promise he might not be able to keep. She sighed, already feeling trapped. “Fine,” she said eventually, the words leaving her lips reluctantly. “But I’ll need something to wear.”
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Chapter 2: The party
Some scenes of giants messing with tinies, as well as descriptions of body parts. No sex, though its more nsfw
Later, as they prepared, Mel sifted through her dresser, her tiny fingers brushing over the fabric of her clothes. She pulled out a dress she’d brought from her old life, one that had always made her feel a little more like a person and a little less like an object. The soft blue fabric clung to her delicate frame, accentuating her curves in a way that felt both beautiful and painfully exposed. She smoothed it down, her heart hammering in her chest as she glanced at herself in the mirror.
Greg, dressed in jeans and a button-up, crouched by her loft. His eyes swept over where she was changing before his gaze flicked away. It wasn’t until he took a step forward, giving his attention to his keys, that his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of her.
Mel hadn’t heard him approach, and in her rush to get dressed, she hadn’t thought to pull the dress on just yet. She was standing there completely nude, the soft warmth of the room making her pale skin glow. Her breasts, small but round, shifted slightly as she moved, and her waist was a tiny, soft hourglass. The curve of her hips, delicate and barely noticeable, still seemed to pull his attention like a magnet. Her slender legs flushed with a soft warmth, and it was as if the very sight of her—fragile and unprotected—struck a deep, primal chord inside Greg.
He froze, his heartbeat racing as his eyes drank her in. Every inch of her was delicate, perfectly crafted, fragile in ways that made his chest tighten. His breath hitched as his body reacted in ways he couldn’t control. His gaze lingered a second too long on her breasts, the way the dress would cling to her skin once she put it on, how the fabric would hug her tiny waist and accentuate every curve. His blood boiled, but it was the thought of her, exposed and vulnerable, that hit him the hardest.
A sharp pang of guilt stabbed him in the gut. He turned away quickly, desperately trying to push the image of her bare form from his mind, but it was burned into his memory. He fumbled for his keys, his thoughts scrambling.
“What?” Mel asked, her voice quiet, oblivious to the fact that Greg had just seen her in a state of undress. Her arms were crossed, her posture defensive, but she couldn’t place the sudden change in the air, the heavy silence that had settled between them.
“Nothing,” Greg muttered, his voice low and strained. His hands were shaking as he rubbed the back of his neck, his face flushed with embarrassment. “You look nice.”
Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, but the way his voice cracked, the way he avoided her eyes, made her feel strange. There was something different in his gaze—something that made her heart flutter uncomfortably. She could feel the tension, the shift in the air, but she wasn’t sure what it meant. All she knew was that his eyes on her had never felt quite like this before.
“Thanks,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes lingering on him with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, but her thoughts were tangled, unsure whether to be flattered or uncomfortable.
Greg cleared his throat, standing abruptly. His ears were pink, and his hands fumbled to grab his keys. It was clear that he was trying to regain some semblance of control. “I’ll grab my keys.”
Mel sighed, a strange fluttering sensation in her stomach as she watched him turn away. Her mind raced from the exchange, her thoughts too scattered to make sense of everything. The night ahead felt uncertain, like she was stepping into a world where things between them might change—whether she wanted them to or not.
The walk to the party was uneventful for Greg, but for Mel, perched on his shoulder, every bounce of his steps felt like a small earthquake. She clung to his collar, trying not to look down, trying not to feel so small, so vulnerable in the vastness of the world below. Her stomach churned with a nervous knot, the realization settling that she’d soon be surrounded by a crowd that saw her as little more than a plaything.
“How far is this place?” she asked, raising her voice over the noise of the street, her fingers tightening slightly around the fabric of his collar.
“Not far,” Greg replied, his tone casual, but the edge of protectiveness in it was clear. “A few blocks off campus.”
Mel noticed the way others watched them—tinies darting nervous glances her way, some with confusion, others with pity. Giants stared too, their expressions ranging from bemusement to outright judgment. Some of them were more subtle, but Mel couldn’t ignore how their eyes lingered on her, flicking down her small form, tracing the curve of her body. She shivered, trying to shrink into the shadow of Greg’s massive frame, hoping to escape the gaze of those who could see her as little more than a novelty.
When they reached the house, the pulsing beat of music spilled through the walls, and laughter echoed into the yard. Greg ducked to enter the door, shielding Mel with his hand, and she found herself nearly swallowed by the party’s chaotic energy. Inside, the noise hit immediately—a sea of giant voices and laughter, the occasional clink of a bottle, all too big, too loud for her to escape. The air felt thick, heavy, and overwhelming.
Tinies were scattered about, some perched precariously on tables or between cups, others cradled in the hands of giants like delicate objects. One girl dangled her legs in a solo cup, the giant holding it chuckling at her protests. Another tiny sat on a giant’s lap, her body stiff as his fingers idly traced patterns on her back. Mel’s stomach twisted, and she instinctively pressed closer to Greg’s shoulder, feeling the heat of his skin against her tiny frame, as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored in this bizarre world.
“You okay?” Greg’s voice cut through the noise, low and soft, just for her. His hand brushed against her arm in a gesture that was meant to soothe, though Mel could feel the tension in his touch.
“I’ll be fine,” she muttered, though her voice wavered. She knew it was a lie, but the party hadn’t fully taken hold yet. It was the calm before the storm.
Greg moved through the crowd, carefully navigating to the kitchen where his friends had gathered. He set Mel down on the counter, his hand hovering protectively above her, fingers brushing her back to keep her steady as she landed. He didn’t want her anywhere near the chaos.
“Greg!” One of his friends, a tall guy with a mischievous grin, called out. “You actually showed up! And you brought… her.”
Greg ignored the implication, his eyes narrowing at the comment. “Figured I’d see what all the hype was about. What’s going on?”
As they talked, Mel felt the shift in the room—the weight of the eyes turning toward her. It wasn’t overt, but it was there. The predatory curiosity, the subtle, lingering gazes that made her feel small in ways she didn’t want to think about. Some of the giants leaned in, whispering to each other, their eyes following her every movement. They didn’t even try to hide it—raking over her body, their lecherous glances like hands touching where they shouldn’t.
She folded her arms, trying to make herself smaller, trying to ignore the way they looked at her—some with amusement, others with something far darker. She wished she could disappear, but all she could do was pull tighter into herself.
A blonde girl leaned against the counter, her drink in hand. Her eyes flicked between Mel and Greg before she leaned in slightly, her voice low but clearly audible. “You know, if you’re not using her, I could borrow her for a bit. She looks like she’d be fun.”
Greg’s hand moved instinctively, shielding Mel from view. “Not happening,” he said sharply, though his tone was strained. There was a flicker of warning in his eyes—Mel recognized it, the undercurrent of anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
The blonde rolled her eyes, her gaze lingering on Mel before she shrugged. “Relax, big guy. I’m just kidding… mostly.”
Mel’s heart skipped a beat. The girl’s tone was light, but the words were heavy. Greg’s grip on Mel tightened, though he didn’t speak, his attention firmly fixed on the friend. It didn’t escape Mel’s notice how his body subtly shifted between her and the others, keeping her protected in ways she knew weren’t always obvious. His posture, the way he stood so tall and imposing—he was sending a message without saying a word.
She felt the room buzz with casual remarks about tinies—about her. Nearby, a giant traced a finger along the curve of a tiny’s back, chuckling as she squirmed. A giant beside him leaned in closer, brushing the tiny’s highs with his nail, making her gasp.
“Soft, huh?” the first giant murmured, as the tiny whimpered.
“Very,” the second replied, his grin widening, his voice tinged with amusement as they teased her.
Greg’s jaw tightened, and his hand hovered near Mel, but he didn’t step in. Not yet. The scene made his stomach twist, but he didn’t want to escalate things unless absolutely necessary.
From a bird’s-eye view, the scene was a mix of indulgence and tension. A giant guy lounged on the couch, a tiny girl sprawled across his thigh, her body squirming in a mix of discomfort and submission. His fingers explored her body with casual intimacy, brushing her thighs and cupping her hips as she tried to squirm away. His companion laughed, running her nails along the tiny’s back, tracing her delicate body as if she were nothing more than a toy.
Across the room, a giant girl dangled a tiny above her drink, dipping her legs into the liquid. The tiny gasped, her arms flailing as the giant chuckled. “She’s so squirmy,” she said, tilting the tiny toward her lips.
Back in the kitchen, Greg’s discomfort was evident, his fingers tightening around his bottle, his knuckles going white. His friends continued their teasing, their jokes veiled in innuendo. Nate leaned in, smirking. “Still keeping her on a tight leash, huh?”
Greg’s glare was sharp. “She’s not a pet.”
Nate laughed, unfazed. His gaze flicked to Mel, lingering on her curves for a moment too long. “Can’t blame you for keeping her close. Built just right, huh?”
Greg’s fist tightened around his bottle, his body tense. “Back off,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, but it wasn’t just the words. It was the way he was standing, every muscle coiled, as though daring anyone to step too far.
Mel swallowed hard, the knot in her stomach growing as the undercurrent of the party began to take hold. It felt like every glance, every whisper, was another reminder of just how exposed she was.
Greg, for the most part, kept her close. She’d been placed on his shoulder, her legs clinging to his neck, but she was tired of the height, tired of feeling so small. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, trying to ignore the way her chest tightened as her eyes fell on another scene unfolding in the corner.
A giant guy lounged back, a tiny girl seated on his lap, her body rigid with discomfort. He traced his finger up the inside of her thigh, his touch slow, deliberate. She gasped softly, her breath catching, but the giant didn’t seem to care. His grin widened, his gaze hungry as his fingers continued their exploration.
Another giant girl, her body tall and imposing, stood near the makeshift dance floor, her hand close as she held a tiny pressed against her chest. The tiny’s body hung limp, her face pressed against the giant’s breast, eyes half-lidded as she seemed to either be exhausted or… something else. The giant didn’t seem to care. She was too busy laughing with her friends, her hand trailing over the tiny’s back like she was petting a small animal.
Greg’s fingers drummed on his bottle, and his lips thinned. His jaw tightened as he watched the scene unfold in front of him, but his thoughts never turned from Mel. His protective instincts were raging inside, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep her safe while stopping everything else.
“Greg?” Mel’s voice cut through the growing haze of noise, a soft question, uncertain and almost fearful. “Are we… okay here?”
Greg hesitated. His eyes flicked back to her, a flash of concern in them before he forced himself to breathe. “Yeah,” he said, but the words came out flat, strained. “Yeah, we’re fine. Just… just stay close.”
And Mel, with a twist of unease in her gut, didn’t argue. She couldn’t. The party was only just beginning.
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Chapter 3: The Party gets Worse
More graphic scenes than before. Lots of touching and threats
As the night wore on, the alcohol flowed freely, and the giants’ behavior became progressively more erratic. The air grew thick with laughter, loud music, and the heavy scent of liquor, the atmosphere shifting from playful to predatory. Mel could feel the tension crawling up her spine.
She stsyed with Greg, but he was slipping away, his grip loosening as the alcohol started to dull his senses. His laughter had grown louder, the words coming slower, more slurred. His eyes were unfocused, and every time his hand brushed against her, it was less of a gesture of care and more of an unconscious swipe, his touch no longer as tender, but rough and aimless.
The party felt like a game now—a twisted, drunken show where the giants were the performers, and the tinies were their toys, objects to be passed around, touched, and laughed at. Mel could hear the other tinies’ frightened gasps, their high-pitched voices swallowed by the growing noise. She glanced over to see one girl being passed from giant to giant, each of them touching her body in ways that made Mel’s stomach churn. One giant gripped the girl by the waist and swung her around like a ragdoll. The tiny girl squealed, her legs kicking uselessly in the air, but no one cared.
“Got a new one to play with, huh?” one of the giants said, his voice low and taunting. He held the tiny girl up by the neck, his fingers pressing into her fragile skin like he was inspecting a prized possession. “This one looks like she could use some attention. How about we see what she’s really good for?”
The tiny girl’s eyes darted nervously around the room. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice a trembling plea. “Put me down. Please.”
But the giant only grinned, his other hand sliding down her body, groping at her chest, his thumb pressing roughly against her breast. He chuckled when she winced, the noise almost drowned out by the laughter and music around them. “What’s the matter, tiny? You don’t like that? You’ll get used to it.”
Mel felt her chest tighten, her hand clutching at Greg’s shoulder as her mind raced. The giants were losing control, their inhibitions slipping away with every drink. The moment the alcohol took hold, they became something darker, more violent. No one was keeping an eye on the tinies. No one was looking out for them.
“Greg,” she whispered, her voice shaky, hoping he’d snap back to reality. She tried to make herself smaller, hoping he would notice her distress. But Greg was too far gone, lost in laughter with his friends, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around them. His body swayed as he laughed too loudly at a joke Mel didn’t catch. His hand brushed against her again, not with tenderness but with a careless swipe, his fingers grazing over her chest as he wiped a tear from his eye. He didn’t even notice.
Her stomach twisted as she saw another giant start to approach one of the tinies from the corner of the room. His eyes flickered over her, and Mel could see the predatory gleam in his gaze. He didn’t even speak to her; he just reached down and grabbed her, lifting her by the wrist with a careless tug.
The tiny girl gasped, her feet kicking uselessly in the air as the giant held her up by one arm, her tiny body dangling like a toy. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?” the giant muttered, clearly drunk. His fingers trailed over her body, sliding down her back to her hips, where he gave a sharp pinch, making her squeal.
“Let me go!” the tiny girl cried, but the giant ignored her. He grinned widely, his breath heavy with alcohol. He leaned in close to her, his face hovering just inches from hers. “Nah, I think you’re gonna stay with me for a while. Gotta make sure you’re having fun, too.”
Mel’s blood ran cold. She could feel her hands shaking as she watched the giant’s hand roam over the tiny girl’s body. He wasn’t just holding her anymore—he was squeezing her, groping her like she was nothing but a piece of flesh for his entertainment. His fingers slid lower, rough and unrefined, pressing into her waist and pulling her against his chest. The way he moved his hand over her body felt like a violation, his drunken fingers making slow, deliberate paths over her delicate frame, his breath hot and disgusting against her face.
The party continued to spiral into chaos. Mel’s chest tightened as she saw a group of giants laughing and pushing one tiny from hand to hand, each of them grabbing at her with rough, drunken fingers. One giant, with a wicked smile, tossed the tiny into the air, making her yelp in fear. Another giant caught her by the waist and lifted her, his hand sliding across her body as though she was an object, not a person. “Got a nice little prize here, huh?” he chuckled, and the others laughed along with him.
Mel’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she turned her attention back to Greg. But Greg was nowhere near as aware as he should have been. His head was lolling to one side as he took another swig from his bottle. He was still laughing, still distracted, and his attention was far away from her.
“Greg!” she called out, her voice louder this time, but he didn’t hear. His eyes glazed over, and Mel’s stomach clenched in dread.
The tiny girl from earlier, the one who had been passed around, was now dangling from a giant’s hand. His fingers pinched her waist, his thumb sliding up her back as he looked her over like she was a possession. His eyes darkened as he brought her closer to his face. “You’re gonna be fun.”
Mel’s blood ran cold as the giant’s lips parted, his teeth visible, and his breath hot against the tiny girl’s body. “Please,” the tiny girl begged, her voice a desperate whisper, but the giant ignored her, his tongue now running over her breasts.
“Stop!” Mel cried, her body trembling as she tried to get Greg to listen, but the party had swallowed his attention. The music, the laughter, the chaos—all of it drowned out her voice.
And then, in a drunken stumble, Greg tripped, and Mel lost her grip. She fell, the ground rushing up to meet her too quickly. She hit the floor with a soft thud, her heart hammering in her chest. The noise of the party swallowed her scream as she tried to get back on her feet.
In the split second it took for her to rise, another giant—a friend of Greg’s, his face blurred by the haze of alcohol—was there. He crouched down, his massive face hovering over her like a shadow. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his voice thick with drink, and his hand shot out to scoop her up.
Mel’s heart skipped a beat as the giant’s hand enclosed around her body, his grip firm, but not yet tight enough to hurt. She tried to struggle, but his fingers were unrelenting, pulling her up to his face. His breath was warm, too close. She could see the glint of drunken amusement in his eyes. He was savoring the moment, the power he had over her.
“Where’s your protector now, tiny?” he muttered, his hand squeezing her waist as he examined her, his fingers sliding down her body in a lazy, deliberate caress. “Looks like you could use someone to keep you busy.”
“Please,” Mel whimpered, her breath catching in her throat, but the giant only chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll be fine. You’re just here for the fun, right?”
The giant’s fingers brushed her chest, and she gasped in shock. The touch was crude, disrespectful, and made her skin crawl. “Stop,” she whispered, but her words were drowned in the noise of the party, just as her voice had been earlier. The giant grinned, enjoying the control, his fingers running along her breasts, pressing down on her sensitive skin, as though daring her to do something about it.
And Greg? He was still laughing, his body swaying drunkenly, oblivious to everything happening around him.
The giant holding her smirked, leaning back against the couch as he moved his hand over her, tracing a slow, deliberate path down her body. “What’s the matter? You don’t like it?” he taunted. “You’ll learn. Just like the rest of them.”
Her body trembled as she clung to the last shred of hope that Greg would notice. But in the haze of drunken laughter and the weight of the giants’ hands on her, Mel feared it might already be too late.
Greg blinked as the room spun slightly, the buzz from the alcohol starting to wear off. He leaned back against the couch, laughing faintly at a joke he barely registered, when a gnawing sensation tugged at the back of his mind. Something was off. He glanced down at his shoulder, expecting to see Mel perched there like always.
Nothing.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Mel?” he called out, trying to keep his voice casual, but his pulse was already racing. He checked his lap, his pockets, even the cushions around him. No sign of her.
Panic surged. His hands tightened into fists as his breath came quicker. He should’ve kept her closer. What was he thinking!?
The air in the room felt stifling all of a sudden, the laughter and music a chaotic blur. His gaze swept across the scene, taking in the giants sprawled on couches, the tinies in various states of distress. A girl was being dangled by her wrist in the corner, her legs kicking frantically as the giant holding her laughed. Another tiny was sprawled on a table, pinned beneath a massive hand. The giant’s fingers curled possessively around her hips, his thumb brushing over her breasts as his friends egged him on.
Greg’s stomach churned. His voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. “Put her down!”
The group froze, startled by the sudden authority in his tone. The giant holding the tiny hesitated before setting her down with a roll of his eyes. “Jeez, man. Chill out. We were just messing around.”
Greg ignored him, his focus narrowing. “Mel!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly. The image of her in someone else’s hands—helpless, scared—sent his blood boiling.
Mel’s vision swam as she struggled to keep her head above the sticky, fizzy liquid surrounding her. The rim of the solo cup loomed high above her, an impossible cliff that mocked her desperation. Her skin was sticky, the cold beer soaking through her dress and clinging to every curve of her body.
“Help!” she screamed, pounding against the slick sides, but the sound barely carried.
The cup tilted suddenly, the liquid sloshing, forcing her against the wall. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, and her stomach flipped when the giant’s lips brushed the rim. His massive mouth hovered over her, the heat of his breath mixing with the sharp tang of alcohol.
“Careful, man,” another giant laughed. “Don’t swallow her. She’s the party favor!”
Mel’s blood turned to ice. The cup tilted again, and she clawed at the sides, trying to keep from being pulled toward the giant’s mouth. Just as she thought she’d slip, he pulled back with a chuckle, swirling the liquid lazily.
“Nah,” he said, his voice slurring. “She’s too fun to play with. Besides…” His finger dipped into the beer, the massive digit prodding her soaked body and pressing her back against the wall of the cup.
Mel shuddered, her skin crawling as his touch lingered. His finger traced down her chest, pressing against the damp fabric clinging to her breasts. The rough pad of his finger dragged lower, sliding down her stomach with agonizing slowness.
“Hey, let me see her!” another voice demanded.
The cup tilted, and Mel screamed as she was dumped into a waiting hand. She landed hard against the warm skin, the fingers curling around her immediately. The grip was firm, sticky with beer, and squeezed just enough to force a gasp from her lips.
“Man, she’s tiny,” the second giant said, lifting her to his face. His breath reeked of alcohol as his eyes drunkenly roamed her body, lingering on the curves of her soaked dress. “You sure she’s not just a doll?”
“Oh, she’s real,” the first giant said with a smirk. “Go on. Give her a squeeze.”
Mel writhed as the fingers pressed into her sides, sliding over her hips before brushing down her thighs. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as their laughter surrounded her.
“Pass her back,” another voice called out, and Mel’s stomach lurched as she was tossed through the air.
She hit another hand, the impact knocking the wind out of her. The new giant’s fingers roamed immediately, stroking her legs and sliding over her waist. “She’s so soft,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the curve of her breasts.
Greg’s heart was in his throat as he pushed through the crowd, his size forcing people to shift nervously out of his way. His eyes darted to every hand, every cup, scanning for her. The room was a blur of noise and heat, but he didn’t stop shouting.
Then he saw her.
She was in the hands of a giant he barely recognized, her tiny body trembling as the man’s fingers roamed over her. Her soaked dress clung to her curves, and her face was pale with fear. Greg’s vision went red.
“Put her down!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the room like a whip.
The giant holding Mel froze, startled, and turned to see Greg storming toward him. His drunken grin faltered. “What’s your problem, man?”
Greg didn’t answer. He grabbed the giant’s wrist with an iron grip, prying his fingers open. Mel tumbled into Greg’s waiting hand, her tiny body shaking as she clung to his palm.
The room fell silent. Greg’s glare swept across the crowd, daring anyone to challenge him. “You touch her again,” he said, his voice low and deadly, “and I swear—” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.
Without another word, he turned and left the room, cradling Mel protectively against his chest.
Mel’s body trembled in his hands, her head pressing against his thumb as if seeking shelter. Greg’s voice softened, a stark contrast to the rage that had consumed him moments ago. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his fingers adjusting slightly to shield her. “You’re safe now.”
Mel’s breath hitched, her tiny hands gripping his thumb. Her skin was still sticky, her hair plastered to her face, but she let herself relax against him, too drained to do anything else. For the first time since she’d been taken, she felt safe.
The house was chaos. The thrum of music vibrated through the walls, drowning out the cacophony of drunken laughter and shouting. The air was heavy with alcohol, heat, and mingling sweat, amplifying the already suffocating crowd. Giants stumbled and swayed, their voices slurring with overindulgence, the space vibrating with careless energy.
Greg pushed through the throng, his jaw tight and his broad shoulders cutting a path through the mess of bodies. His eyes darted over the drunken giants, his tension radiating as he searched for danger.
Mel clung to his shoulder, her small hands knotted tightly in his collar. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling against his neck. “Greg… theres more tinies” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding music. “We can’t just leave them. You know what they’ll do.”
Greg nodded tersely, his gaze hardening. “I know. Stay close to me, alright? Don’t let go.”
Greg stepped into the living room, where a group of giants surrounded the coffee table. Their laughter, coarse and slurred, pierced through the music. On the table lay a tiny girl, her torn dress barely hanging onto her, the fabric exposing her flushed skin. A giant girl crouched over her, dragging a finger up the tiny’s bare thigh.
“Feel this,” the giant girl slurred, her grin widening as her finger traced circles on the tiny’s exposed skin. The little woman’s body flinched under her touch, her breaths coming in frantic gasps. “So soft. Makes you wonder what the rest of her feels like, huh?”
A male giant leaned closer, his grin predatory. “Let me see.” He pressed his thumb against the tiny’s chest, pinning her flat. Her small arms flailed against his skin, her cries muffled by the booming laughter around her.
“Stop! Please!” the tiny screamed, her voice cracking.
“Shut up,” the giant girl muttered, slipping a finger under the tiny’s dress. Her finger brushed along the tiny’s slick thighs, and she laughed, the sound low and leering. “Look at this. Guess she’s enjoying herself, after all.”
Greg’s shadow fell over them, his presence silencing the group. He stepped forward, his expression dark. “Get your hands off her.”
The girl blinked up at him, annoyed. “Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost.”
Greg didn’t answer. He leaned down, scooping up the tiny with practiced care. Her small body trembled as she curled into his palm, her cheeks damp with tears.
The giant girl scoffed, leaning back. “Whatever. There are plenty more to play with.”
The tiny looked up at Greg, her lips trembling. “Why are you helping me? You’re just like them. You—”
“I’m not,” Greg interrupted, his tone soft but firm.
In the kitchen, another giant boy leaned lazily against the counter, his fingers curling possessively around a tiny girl pinned beneath him. His thumb dug into her chest, grinding against her, a mocking grin on his lips as he taunted her.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice heavy with alcohol. “I know you like it. You’re just too shy to admit it.”
The tiny girl squirmed, gasping for air as her body twisted in a futile attempt to escape his hold. “Stop! Stop, please!” she cried, her voice breaking into a sob.
The boy laughed, his grip tightening as he slid his hand lower, pushing against her chest, teasing her in a way that made her gasp for breath. His thumb slid up her body, brushing over the curve of her breasts as he grinned wider, enjoying her panic.
Greg’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Move your hand. Now.”
The boy’s head snapped up, his grin fading. “What the hell, man? You can’t be serious.”
Greg didn’t respond. He grabbed the boy’s wrist, yanking it away with a controlled force that made the giant stagger. The tiny girl scrambled upright, her body shaking as she hugged her arms to herself.
“You don’t just grab people,” Greg said, his voice low and cold.
“She’s not a person,” the boy sneered, rubbing his wrist. "She’s a tiny.”
Greg ignored him, gently scooping up the tiny. She shivered as she clung to his fingers, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“Never,” he said softly.
The hallway ahead was dim, the stench of sweat and alcohol thick in the air. Greg’s sharp eyes picked out the movement. A giant girl leaned against the wall, her hips swaying in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she took another sip from her solo cup. Her other hand was buried deep in the waistband of her jeans, wrist curling in an absentminded motion.
Greg’s gaze followed her movements, narrowing as her hand reappeared, holding a tiny girl, tangled in her grasp, her hair wild and damp, her body wet with tears and something thicker, glistening under the light.
The giant girl smirked, the air between them thick with sickening amusement. She pressed her thumb between the tiny’s legs, the sound of the little woman’s gasp lost beneath the booming music.
“Keep wriggling,” the giant laughed, her voice dripping with pleasure. She moved the tiny girl back toward her waistband, the motion slow, languid, as she used the tiny as a living toy. A small, breathless moan escaped her lips.
Greg didn’t hesitate. His hand shot out, firm and commanding, wrenching the giant’s hand away.
Greg’s voice was cold as steel. “Drop her.”
The girl’s smirk faltered. “Oh, come on. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”
“Now.”
Her expression soured, but she relented, letting the tiny drop into Greg’s waiting hand. The tiny shivered, curling into herself as Greg held her protectively.
Near the staircase, a giant boy sprawled lazily on the floor, his legs spread wide. A tiny girl, naked and trembling, stood precariously on his stomach, her hands desperately trying to cover her exposed body as he leered at her.
“Dance,” he slurred, his voice dripping with drunken entitlement. “Come on, dance for me.”
“I—I can’t!” the tiny girl stammered, her voice barely a whisper as her knees wobbled beneath her. She tried to push herself back from him, but his heavy fingers pressed against her back, urging her forward, forcing her closer to his exposed body.
“Sure you can,” he mocked, flicking her sharply on the ass, sending her stumbling forward. “Or you can help me with something else.”
He lifted his waistband, showing off his erection, the sight of it making her stomach twist in horror. She tried to scramble away, but the giant boy’s grip tightened, forcing her closer.
“No,” she gasped, her body recoiling as she tried to pull away, but he only shoved her harder toward him, the weight of his hand pushing her closer to the terrifying sight of his arousal.
Greg’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, jerking him back. “That’s enough.”
The boy glared, but Greg didn’t give him time to argue. He picked up the tiny, who collapsed against his fingers, sobbing.
Outside in the backyard, the stench of alcohol grew even thicker. A giant girl sat lazily on a folding chair, swirling a solo cup in her hand as she watched the tiny girl struggling to keep her head above the surface of the drink. The tiny girl kicked and flailed, her body half-submerged in the sticky liquid.
“Drink up,” the giant taunted, tilting the cup just enough to make the tiny girl slide helplessly. “Or maybe I should dunk you for fun.”
“Please!” the tiny girl screamed, her voice cracking as she gasped for air. “I can’t—”
The giant’s laugh was cut short as Greg snatched the cup from her hand. The girl looked up, startled.
“What the hell is your problem?” the giant snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
Greg didn’t answer, his grip tight as he pulled the tiny girl from the cup. She sputtered, liquid dripping from her body, her small frame shaking as she clung desperately to his fingers.
By the end of the night, Greg had gathered almost a dozen tinies, their small forms huddled together in his cupped hands. They looked at him with a mix of fear and disbelief, their mistrust heavy in the air. Mel sat on his shoulder, her face pale and drawn.
“We need to get them out of here,” she whispered.
Greg nodded, his voice low. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The group of tinies clung to Greg’s palm as he made his way through the chaotic party, their nervous energy palpable. Mel sat in her usual spot on his shoulder, her eyes darting anxiously between the other tinies. They all looked worse for wear—flushed faces, torn clothing, and trembling bodies. Their mistrust of Greg was evident in the way they huddled together, whispering to one another in hushed, panicked tones.
“You’re all safe now,” Greg said gently.
A tiny with tangled hair glared up at him. “Safe? With you? You’re just like them.”
“No,” Mel said sharply from his shoulder, her voice cutting through the tiny’s accusation. “He’s not. You’re alive because of him, you can trust him.”
The tiny snorted. “Trust? Not likely.”
Greg didn’t argue. He just walked toward the door, his jaw tight.
Another tiny, a timid-looking girl with tear-streaked cheeks, glanced up at Greg. “Where are you taking us?”
Greg hesitated. “There’s a tiny-only housing facility nearby. They’ll take care of you there.”
The brown-haired tiny snorted. “Yeah, because tiny-only places are so great at keeping people like you out.”
Mel’s stomach tightened at the accusation, but Greg didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as he walked toward the door.
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Chapter 4: The ones they didn’t find
Graphic tiny abuse. Expect insertion, groping, using tinies as pleasure toys, etc
The house pulsed with bass, the deep throb of music syncing with the rhythmic movements upstairs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker—an overwhelming feeling of power, dominance, and objectification.
Though Greg and Mel had managed to save most of the tinies, they couldn’t rescue them all. The remaining tinies, so small and fragile, were mere toys in the hands of the giants, their bodies treated as nothing more than playthings to be used and discarded at will.
In one dimly lit room, a giant woman lay back lazily on the bed, her legs spread wide, discarded clothing strewn carelessly around her. She reclined, enjoying the comfort of her position, but the tiny girl she had trapped was far from comfortable. The tiny girl’s body was trapped against the giant’s skin, overwhelmed by the sheer size and heat of the woman’s form. She could hardly move, her limbs pinned by the weight of the giant’s fleshy curves.
With cruel ease, the giant woman grabbed the tiny girl by the waist, using her as a living tool, shoving her in and out of her own wet, tight entrance. The tiny girl’s body was a mere object, pressed into the woman’s slick, warm flesh, her form being pushed and pulled with each brutal thrust. She gasped for air, her entire body jerked with each movement, the sensation of being used for the woman’s pleasure nearly drowning her in the suffocating heat of the act.
The giant woman moaned, relishing the feeling of the tiny girl’s form moving in and out of her, enjoying the power she had over the girl. She quickened the pace, thrusting the tiny girl deeper with each motion, feeling her tiny body struggle and squirm in response.
The tiny girl’s own desperate gasps echoed in the room, but they were swallowed by the giant’s heat. She couldn’t escape; her tiny hands pressed against the woman’s soft, slick skin, struggling but ultimately powerless to stop the relentless force of the giant’s thrusts. Her body was a vessel, nothing more than an instrument to be used and discarded, as the woman reveled in her control.
From the corner of the room, a giant man watched, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. His fingers traced over his shirt, the bulge in his boxer shorts unmistakable as he observed the scene. His gaze remained fixed on the tiny girl, watching with satisfaction as she was thrust in and out of the giant woman’s body, the humiliation clear in her futile attempts to escape.
The woman’s body trembled with pleasure as she continued to use the tiny girl, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she shoved her deeper, savoring every moment of domination. With each thrust, the tiny girl’s body was forced to yield, her breath quickening, her body trembling in terror, knowing she had no choice but to endure the relentless penetration. The tiny girl’s mind screamed for relief, but all that came were waves of helplessness and discomfort as she was reduced to nothing more than a dildo for the giant woman’s pleasure.
As the woman’s breath quickened, nearing her release, the giant man stepped forward. He moved with deliberate intent, his hands hovering above the woman’s body. He climbed over her, his massive frame looming, positioning himself between her legs. His eyes were dark with hunger, watching the scene below, but his attention quickly turned to the woman.
“Let’s take this further,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. The tiny girl, still trapped inside the woman’s body, felt her own sense of dread escalate as she was pushed deeper into the woman’s inner heat.
Downstairs
The music above throbbed through the walls, the bass a heavy pulse that matched the frantic energy of the party. In the corner of the dimly lit room, a giant man stood still, his back against the wall, seemingly calm despite the growing heat of his arousal. His shorts were stretched tight around his erection, the fabric pressing against him, straining with the sheer size of him.
Inside the waistband, a tiny girl was trapped, her naked body wedged against the rigid length of his cock. She struggled, her slick skin gliding against the fabric, but it only pushed her harder against him. Her breath came in desperate, shallow gasps, her tiny hands weakly pressing against the taut fabric of his shorts, but there was no escape. The smell of his body—sweat, alcohol, and the overwhelming musk of his arousal—filled her senses, making it harder to breathe. The heat from his cock was unbearable, suffocating her as she pressed against the unforgiving hardness.
The man reached down and grabbed another tiny girl, her panicked cries lost in the noise of the party. He hoisted her into the air with one hand, tearing the clothes from her body in a swift motion. Her small form kicked, but it was no use—his grip was too strong, her body completely at his mercy.
He shoved her roughly into the waistband of his shorts, pressing her against the opposite side of his cock. Now both tinies were wedged together, their soft, trembling bodies sliding against each other as they were forced closer to his arousal. The man’s breath caught at the sensation, the heat of their skin mingling with the slickness of his precum as it leaked onto the fabric, adding to the slick friction between them.
He didn’t wait. His fingers moved, guiding the tinies along his cock, stroking them up and down the length of him with increasing urgency. The first girl’s soft, round breasts brushed against the thick muscle of his cock, her skin slick with sweat as she writhed helplessly, her body unable to escape. Every stroke brought them closer to the head of his cock, his precum oozing onto their tiny forms as they slid along him, making it easier for him to move them faster. The tinies’ bodies trembled against him, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him.
The second tiny girl, pressed against the other side of his cock, struggled to twist her body, but the pressure kept her firmly in place. Her small hands pressed weakly against his cock, trying to push herself away, but it was futile—she only slid against him more desperately. The friction was intense as the rough fabric of his shorts scraped against her sensitive skin, her body rubbing against him with every shift.
The man gritted his teeth as he felt their helplessness, the friction of their soft bodies against him intensifying with every stroke. His hand moved them faster, more deliberately now, forcing them to slide along him. His precum continued to coat his shaft, the slickness adding to the sensation, making the stroking action even smoother. He could feel the tinies’ soft skin, the delicate curve of their bodies, pressed against him, their helplessness fueling his desire.
“You’re nothing but toys,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into their tiny forms as he pressed them more firmly against his cock, moving them harder, faster. The first girl’s breasts brushed against him again, her soft skin grinding along him, while her desperate gasps for air were muffled by the thick fabric of his shorts. The scent of her sweat and his precum mixed in the air, the musky smell overwhelming.
Without warning, the man pressed one of the girl’s heads down, guiding her face over the slit of his cock. Her gasps were muffled, the pressure on her chest and her mouth making it harder to breathe as she was forced to take in the heat and musky scent of his arousal. The moistness of his slit rubbed against her face as she was pushed against it, the sensation of her breath against him sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
His movements didn’t slow. He continued stroking them, moving their bodies up and down his shaft as the warmth of their skin pressed against him, their soft forms grinding helplessly along his length. His precum continued to coat his cock, the slickness allowing the tinies to slide along him with each stroke, their frantic struggles only increasing the friction, adding to the rising pressure in his body. The air around them was thick with the musky, overwhelming scent of arousal—his, theirs, the fear and helplessness mixing together.
The man’s grip tightened, forcing them into the rhythm he controlled. He could feel the slickness of his precum on their tiny forms, their sweat mixing with it as they slid helplessly along him. The pressure from their soft, trembling bodies sent waves of heat through him, the sensation of their fear and desperation intensifying his pleasure. His cock twitched with each movement, the friction building with each desperate grind of their bodies, pushing him closer to the edge, but he held back, enjoying the control, savoring the feeling of their helplessness beneath his hands.
At the Bar
The bar buzzed with the energy of drunken laughter and the rhythmic pulse of music that vibrated through the floor, as the giants towered over the tiny crowd. The scent of alcohol, sweat, and something heavier, something primal, thickened the air. In a corner near the bar, the tiny girl stood, her heart racing as she watched the giant woman—her ample, sculpted breasts pushing against the fabric of her top, swaying with every movement. The woman’s presence was magnetic, her curves impossible to ignore, her confident posture exuding a tantalizing mix of dominance and allure.
The tiny girl could feel herself shrinking, her gaze instinctively lowering as she tried to keep her distance, though her eyes couldn’t help but trace the curves of the giant woman’s body. Her skin, glowing with a subtle sheen from the heat of the room, beckoned the tiny girl into a dangerous game she never wanted to play.
The laughter from the group of giants playing Truth or Dare carried over, and the tiny girl hoped she could stay out of the spotlight. She tried to remain unnoticed, standing by the bar as the game grew louder. But fate wasn’t on her side. The giant woman’s voice rang out as she reached for her drink, and the men gathered around her egged her on, teasing her to take on the next dare.
The man beside her leaned forward, his expression mischievous, eyes glinting with a daring challenge “Alright,” he purred, her lips curling into a smirk. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” the woman responded, clearly relishing the tension.
With a wicked grin, the man pointed across the bar at the tiny girl. “I dare you to toss that tiny into your tits.”
A hush fell over the group as the dare was given, and before the tiny girl could react, the giant woman’s gaze locked on her with a smoldering intensity. Her lips curved into a playful, almost predatory smile, and in a single fluid motion, she reached out, her large hand wrapping around the tiny girl’s waist with ease. The woman’s fingers were warm and firm, lifting the tiny girl into the air as though she weighed nothing, her breath catching in the tiny girl’s throat as she was pulled closer.
For a split second, time seemed to stretch. The tiny girl’s body was suspended in the air, the world around her shifting as she was drawn toward the soft, inviting cleavage of the giant woman. The woman’s voice, low and sultry, echoed in her ears. “Looks like you’re about to get comfortable, little one,” she teased, the heat from her breath washing over the tiny girl’s face.
With a flick of her wrist, the giant woman tossed the tiny girl toward her chest. The tiny girl’s body was enveloped in the softness of the giant woman’s breasts, sinking deep into the plush flesh, her face pressing into the warm, smooth skin. The scent of the woman’s perfume mixed with the natural, intoxicating warmth of her body, and the tiny girl’s breath faltered as she was pinned between the two firm mounds. Her body was helpless, squashed beneath the weight of the giant woman’s curves, each gentle shift of the woman’s body further pressing her down into the heated softness.
The giant woman sighed, enjoying the sensation of the tiny girl struggling against her chest, her body now trapped in the deep cleavage. “Mmm, you feel good in there,” she murmured, shifting her chest, pressing the tiny girl deeper into her soft, yielding flesh. The tiny girl’s breath grew shallow as her body squirmed in an attempt to escape, but it was hopeless—her movements only served to sink her further into the suffocating warmth.
A low chuckle came from the man who had dared the giant woman. He leaned in closer, his hands roaming over the giant woman’s chest, squeezing her breasts with an almost possessive touch. “Not bad,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But I think she needs a little more attention.”
The giant woman’s smirk widened, and she allowed the man to grope her chest, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. The tiny girl, crushed under the weight of the woman’s curves, could do nothing but endure, the heat from the breasts around her overpowering her senses. Each shift, each squeeze from the man’s hands, sent jolts of pressure down her body, forcing her further into the softness of the woman’s chest.
The tiny girl’s heart raced as she tried to push herself free, her hands weakly pressing against the woman’s skin, but every movement was futile. She could feel the heat radiating from the woman’s body, the soft flesh pressing down on her as if it would consume her whole. The giant woman hummed in satisfaction, enjoying the tiny girl’s helplessness, the way her body was trapped between her breasts, unable to escape.
“You’re not going anywhere,” the giant woman whispered, her voice a low, throaty murmur. She shifted her chest once more, rolling the tiny girl deeper into the cleft between her breasts, her body swaying with the motion. “Just stay right there. You fit perfectly.”
The man, his grin widening, gave the giant woman’s chest a final squeeze, pressing the tiny girl deeper into her cleavage. “Perfect,” he muttered, watching the tiny girl’s struggle with dark amusement. “She’s all yours.”
The tiny girl’s body was nothing more than an object now, pressed between the giantess’ soft, yielding flesh, her every attempt to escape only making her sink deeper into the suffocating heat. She could do nothing but endure as the two giants reveled in the power they held over her.
Elsewhere
A giant man hands roaming over the tiny girl he had taken from the bar. The tiny girl lay flat on the table, struggling to escape the weight of his finger pressing her down against the cool surface. She was no bigger than the palm of his hand—soft, plush, fragile—and as she squirmed, he felt the subtle resistance of her body beneath his touch, her tiny frame helpless against his overwhelming presence.
His voice was a lazy growl, thick with alcohol. “Where do you think you’re going, little thing?” The words were playful, but there was nothing playful about the way his finger dug into her back, keeping her pinned. She gasped, her body twitching under the pressure as he held her in place, her muscles straining weakly against him.
“Please…” she whispered, but her voice was nothing more than a breath against the vastness of his body. His thumb slid over her back, following the curve of her soft, pliable skin, and he let out a low, pleased sound as her small body wriggled beneath him.
She flinched when his fingers moved lower, squeezing one of her plush ass cheeks with a firm tap. The impact made her body jolt, the soft flesh left stinging under his touch, a red mark blooming where his giant finger had spanked her. She let out a yelp, but the sound was drowned in the drunken chuckles that rumbled from the giant’s chest.
“You’re so soft,” he muttered, his thumb pressing deeper into her back, pushing her closer to the cool table. The pressure was unyielding, and she felt like a mere plaything in his grasp. Her tiny body—so vulnerable, so small—moved with every shift of his hand, struggling to find freedom, but there was none to be had.
He chuckled at her attempts, the amusement in his eyes dark as he gently lifted her from the table with one hand, his fingers wrapping around her tiny waist like she was nothing more than a fragile doll. She gasped, her legs kicking helplessly as he pulled her into the air, the tiny girl trapped in the palm of his hand. He tilted her slightly, inspecting her with a mix of fascination and lust, before bringing her close to his face.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his hot breath washing over her, the scent of alcohol clinging to him. He ran his finger over the delicate curve of her breast, pressing down to feel the soft flesh squish under his touch. She gasped, her body trembling at the feel of his finger squeezing the tiny mound of her breast between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in, lips brushing the soft, plush skin of her tiny breast, and he couldn’t resist giving it a playful, firm bite. She gasped again, her body jerking at the pressure. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, leaving a small, possessive mark.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, low and rough, his voice vibrating against her tiny body as he lowered her, his fingers sliding lower to her plush ass. He squeezed one cheek hard, the pressure making her wince, the softness of her body yielding under the weight of his hand. “So soft. So squishy.”
With a grin, he gave her ass another tap—another slap—harder this time. The sensation made her body jerk, the sting of the slap marking her delicate skin. The imprint of his finger remained on her soft flesh, and he chuckled at how small she seemed under his touch.
Her breath quickened in discomfort and humiliation as he moved her again, shifting her in his palm like she was nothing but a toy. His pinky finger slid lower, tracing the soft curve of her hip before pressing against the sensitive area between her legs. She gasped at the cold intrusion, her small body jerking away in a feeble attempt to escape. But his grip tightened, pinning her against him, and he continued to tease her, using his finger to press gently against her most intimate spot, his touch so overpowering and possessive.
He shifted her in his grip, turning her over with ease like she weighed nothing at all. His pinky moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing lightly at first, but then pressing deeper, exploring. She shivered, her body jerking at the strange, foreign sensation. He smiled, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in satisfaction.
He brought her closer, using his tongue to tease the delicate folds of her soft, plush skin, licking slowly between her thighs. She gasped, her tiny body trembling at the intimacy of the gesture. His mouth moved lower, and his lips closed around her groin, sucking gently before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. The sensation of his lips, warm and wet against her, made her gasp in surprise.
“You’re mine, little one,” he growled, as his hand continued to roam over her body, caressing, squeezing, marking. She squirmed, trying to pull away from the heat of his touch, but his grip tightened, and his other hand slid to her ass, squeezing it roughly. The pressure made her gasp, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her.
His tongue lapped at her again, this time pressing deeper, his mouth greedily exploring her soft, delicate skin. She winced as his teeth sank into her flesh—he bit her, hard enough to leave a mark, then continued to suck, his mouth devouring her as though she were a toy to be played with, cherished, and owned.
His lips left her skin with a wet sound, and he turned her in his hand again, this time cradling her in his palm. His breath was hot on her, and she could feel the lingering sensation of his touch—his possessiveness—on every part of her body. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath, her body overwhelmed by the sensations, by the way he seemed to consume her with every movement.
“You’re such a good little thing,” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. His thumb traced the plushness of her ass again, squeezing it roughly before he brought her face close to his, his lips finding hers in a sloppy, drunken kiss. He tasted the sweetness of her skin, a kiss that was almost too gentle for the roughness of his earlier touches, but still, it was possessive, claiming her as his.
She had no choice but to stay pressed against him, her small body trapped between his lips and his chest. His hand moved from her ass to cradle her back, pulling her tighter into his warm, muscular body. He sighed, clearly content, and the drunken haze of his mind began to take over.
As he settled back against the couch, he tucked her against his chest. She was soft, pliable, easily molded to his whims. His hand stroked her gently, caressing her as though she were a cherished toy. His fingers brushed over her tiny form—her plush ass, her delicate back—before moving to stroke her hair. The tiny strands were soft against his fingertips, and he smiled drunkenly, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured softly, his voice thick with affection and alcohol. “So soft… so squishy.” He yawned, pulling her closer, her body now pinned against his chest, a little doll in his arms. He didn’t care if she struggled anymore. The tiny girl’s body was pressed against him, trapped by the weight of his affection, like a toy to be groped and cherished in his drunken slumber.
She was his to keep, a soft, plush thing to be held and admired, and as he drifted off to sleep, she was trapped in his arms, unable to escape, her body overwhelmed by his touch.
In Another Room
A giant woman lounged on the couch, her ample chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She smiled wickedly at the tiny girl sitting in her palm, her eyes dark with hunger. With a firm grip, she pressed the tiny girl against her chest, her fingers forcing the girl’s face against the hardened nipple. The tiny girl gasped, struggling, but the woman’s grip was merciless, pushing her deeper into the soft, overwhelming flesh.
“You’re going to make me feel good,” the woman purred, a sensual moan escaping her lips as the tiny girl’s face moved helplessly against her breast. The tiny girl’s skin was flushed with humiliation, her tiny hands weakly pushing against the giant’s body, but there was no escape. The woman’s nipple stiffened under her cheek, the warmth of her skin suffocating as the tiny girl squirmed in discomfort.
A giant man, watching with growing satisfaction, stepped forward and easily scooped the tiny girl up, lifting her like a plaything. “Let’s make it better,” he growled, positioning her back against the woman’s chest. He pressed her head into the giant’s soft, round breast, forcing her to rub against the stiff nipple.
The woman moaned, her fingers tightening on the tiny girl’s head, guiding her deeper into the warmth. The man’s mouth watered as he lowered himself, licking the giant woman’s other nipple, sucking it greedily while the tiny girl remained pinned beneath their bodies. The tiny girl was caught between them, her face pressed against the woman’s chest as the man’s mouth latched onto the woman’s breast, sucking her nipple with increasing intensity.
The woman’s breath hitched with pleasure as the man pulled away from her nipple and repositioned the tiny girl, holding her upside down so that her small body lay right beneath the woman’s breast. With a wicked grin, he began to slide the giant woman’s stiff nipple against the tiny girl’s pussy, pressing the large, firm flesh against her vulnerable area. The tiny girl gasped, her entire body shuddering from the sensation. The nipple was large—so much larger than her—and the pressure was overwhelming.
“Oh, look at her,” the man murmured, watching as the tiny girl’s body jerked with each press of the woman’s nipple against her pussy. “She likes it.”
The woman groaned, the sensation of her nipple sliding against the tiny girl’s sensitive skin only intensifying her arousal. “You feel that, don’t you?” she teased the tiny girl, her voice thick with lust. “That’s just the beginning.”
The tiny girl’s body trembled under the relentless pressure, caught between the giant’s teasing nipple and the man’s rough hands. With a low chuckle, the man grabbed the tiny girl by the waist and pressed her harder against the woman’s chest, the nipple now rubbing against her pussy with even more force. The woman’s pleasure grew, her breath becoming shallow and uneven as the tiny girl’s body reacted, betraying her as she squirmed in response to the intense stimulation.
“Please,” the tiny girl whispered, her voice barely audible, but the man just laughed, his fingers finding the tiny girl’s vulnerable spots and teasing her relentlessly. “You don’t get to beg,” he growled. “You’re just here for us.”
With that, he turned his attention back to the woman, sucking her nipple hard again, while his other hand continued to press the tiny girl against the woman’s body. The giant woman moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as the tiny girl’s form moved helplessly beneath her, her pussy now slick from the intense friction of the woman’s nipple.
In the living room.
The party was in full swing, the heavy beat of the music vibrating through the walls, laughter and voices rising over the chaos. A twisted version of beer pong was underway, the rules long since abandoned. Instead of ping pong balls, the giants used tinies, tossing them back and forth like objects in a game they played for fun.
A tiny girl, already disoriented and drunk from the alcohol she’d been submerged in earlier, was caught again. Her clothes, torn and shredded from the rough treatment, barely clung to her bruised skin. Her body was sticky with beer, a faint odor of whiskey clinging to her. She could barely stand, her limbs trembling as she was pulled from the cup by a giant girl with a playful smirk.
“Catch,” the giant girl barked, grinning as she sent the tiny girl flying across the room. Her tiny body flopped and spun through the air, her heart racing with fear.
She landed with a soft thud against a giant boy’s chest, only to be roughly passed to the next. His fingers pinched her breasts hard enough to make her gasp before he tossed her into the air. Her body flopped like a ragdoll, her limbs jerking in the air as she was tossed around, each grab more forceful than the last.
The laughter of the giants filled the room as they jostled her between them, their hands groping her. There was no hesitation, no care for her discomfort—just a crude game of keep-away that sent her flying from one pair of hands to another.
At some point, she was dropped into a cup by a giant girl, her small body floating in the alcohol, dizzy and weak. A giant boy leaned down, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Perfect place for a drink,” he muttered, not really speaking to anyone. She had no time to respond before he took a long sip, the cold liquid flooding her senses. She tried to pull away, but it was useless, her tiny body helpless against the overwhelming force of the giant’s thirst.
The giant’s tongue, wet and warm, flicked across her skin, teasing at her thighs before pressing in harder. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue slid up between her legs, the sensation unbearable, and yet her body responded against her will. She tried to move, to escape, but his fingers gripped her tightly, keeping her pressed against his lips. She shuddered, unable to stop the humiliating tremor that ran through her body.
When he finally pulled away, he looked at her as if she were nothing more than a drink he had finished. Without a second thought, he tossed her across the room again, sending her spiraling through the air until she landed in yet another pair of hands. The giants were all laughing, their voices booming as they passed her between them, never giving her a chance to rest.
She was caught again by a giant girl, who giggled as she pressed her fingers between the tiny girl’s thighs, squeezing and teasing. “So cute,” the giant girl cooed before tossing her into a cup. The tiny girl’s head spun from the constant tossing and the alcohol soaking into her skin. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was thrown back into the game.
A giant boy scooped her out of the cup, his fingers digging into her fragile waist as he held her up for everyone to see. His thumb brushed roughly against her breast, causing her to gasp in pain and unwanted pleasure. He laughed, the sound dark and rich with amusement, before flicking his wrist and tossing her away again, sending her body careening across the room.
The giant boy who caught her next grinned mischievously as he pinched her ass, making her yelp. “Give her here,” he called out, holding her above the table as another giant boy lined up his shot. She barely had time to react before she was dropped into another cup, the cold liquid making her shiver.
The game continued, the giants’ laughter and teasing filling the room as they played their twisted version of beer pong. The tiny girl was their toy, tossed and groped, passed between them without a second thought. She tried to curl into herself, but it was futile—she was their game now, and there was no escape.
As the game reached its peak, one giant girl pulled her in close, her grip tight around the tiny girl’s waist as she held her against her chest. The giant girl’s breath was warm against her ear, her voice low as she whispered something she couldn’t catch. She laughed, the sound dark and rich with amusement, before flicking her wrist and tossing the tiny girl away again, sending her body tumbling through the air.
She landed hard, her limbs aching as she struggled to find her bearings. The giants were already moving on, already forgetting her as they returned to their game, their laughter ringing in her ears. She could barely move, too sore and too dizzy from the constant tossing. Her body was bruised and shaking.
She lay there, her eyes half-lidded, her breath shallow, feeling nothing but the emptiness of being discarded. The game had ended, but the feeling of being nothing more than an object to be tossed around and used for their amusement lingered in the air, suffocating her.
Back to the Dimly Lit Room
The giant man’s thrusts were deep and relentless, each powerful movement forcing the tiny girl further into the woman’s body. With every stroke, her small form was pushed deeper, wedged impossibly tight inside the woman’s cunt, crushed by the overwhelming pressure. The slick, warm walls of the woman’s inner flesh surrounded her, suffocating her with each brutal thrust.
The tiny girl’s chest pressed helplessly against the softness of the woman’s body, her small body bouncing helplessly with every hard, unyielding push. She gasped for air, but the overwhelming heat of the woman’s body and the relentless pressure made it impossible to breathe. The man groaned, his movements growing more frantic as he buried himself deeper inside the woman. The tiny girl, helpless and caught in the wake of their passion, could do nothing but endure the suffocating heat and the crushing weight of their lust.
The man’s rhythm quickened, and the woman’s walls tightened around the tiny girl, dragging her even deeper into the oppressive warmth. Her chest was crushed against the woman’s flesh, her body trembling with the desperation to break free. As the man reached his peak, his release surged inside the woman, filling her deeply, and the tiny girl felt the overwhelming warmth of his cum spill around her, further trapping her in the sticky heat.
With a final, forceful thrust, the man groaned in satisfaction, his body stiffening as he came inside the woman. The woman’s walls clenched around him, and the tiny girl, caught in the aftermath of their pleasure, was trapped even deeper in the suffocating mess of their union. She was pressed impossibly tight against the woman’s walls, her chest barely able to rise with each labored breath, surrounded by the warmth and cum that flooded the woman’s insides.
The man stayed inside the woman, still buried deep within her as they both relaxed, basking in the aftermath of their release. The tiny girl, helpless and forgotten, was abandoned in the oppressive warmth. Her body trembled, fighting for air in the thick, sticky fluid that clung to her, but there was no escape. She was nothing but a toy, trapped and discarded between their bodies, forced to struggle for each breath in the aftermath of their pleasure.
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Chapter 5: Dropping off and a heated conversation
Just dialog and character building
The cool night air was a welcome relief from the chaos of the party, but the tension between Greg and the tinies remained thick. As they approached the tiny-only housing facility, Mel could feel the eyes on them. Whispers filled the air as the other tinies watched, their distrust evident, despite Greg’s attempts to shield them from harm.
As they neared the door, a tiny man emerged, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Greg. His voice was sharp, defensive. “What do you want?”
Greg held up his palm slowly, showing the tinies in his hand. “They were at a party. It wasn’t safe. I’m just trying to make sure they’re okay.”
The tiny man’s eyes flicked between Greg and the tinies, his gaze hard with suspicion. “And I’m supposed to believe you? A person like you, showing up here with a handful of tinies?”
Mel quickly spoke up, her voice firm. “Look, I get it. You don’t trust him. But he saved us. We’re safe because of him.”
One of the other tinies, a brown-haired girl, crossed her arms, her skepticism clear. “It’s true. He didn’t hurt us… but that doesn’t mean I trust him.”
The tiny man hesitated, his gaze flicking between the group. He sighed, stepping aside to let them in. “Fine. But don’t linger.”
Greg carefully placed the tinies down, his movements careful and deliberate. As they stepped away, a few glances were exchanged—some cautious, others relieved. Greg watched them for a moment, his eyes softening before he turned to leave.
“You’re safe now,” he said quietly, his words filled with a longing to do more.
Mel stayed perched on his shoulder, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin, offering a moment of comfort as they walked away. The night had taken its toll, and though the party’s chaos was far behind them, the weight of it all remained.
“I wish we could’ve done more,” Greg muttered, his jaw tight.
Mel leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. “We did what we could, Greg. That’s more than anyone else at that party would’ve done.”
Greg didn’t respond. Instead, he continued walking, his thoughts heavy, but his actions clear—he would protect her, no matter the cost.
Together, they faded into the night, leaving the dark echoes of the night.
Greg’s footsteps echoed softly as he walked through the darkened streets, Mel cradled carefully in his hand. The city’s towering buildings loomed like silent giants themselves, casting long shadows under the pale glow of streetlights. Neither of them spoke during the walk back to Greg’s house.
Mel’s small body trembled in his palm, damp and sticky from the beer she’d been splashed with. Her tiny blue dress clung to her, wrinkled and torn in places, a painful reminder of what she’d endured. Each step Greg took seemed to shake the ground beneath her, her fragile frame pressed into the warmth of his palm. She didn’t moved—just stared at her torn dress, fingers trembling slightly as they grazed the fabric.
Greg unlocked the door and stepped inside, flipping on a lamp. The soft light bathed the room in a warm glow, contrasting the cold tension between them. He hesitated, the weight of guilt pressing down on him. His voice was low, tight, almost too strained.
“Do you want to… clean up first? I’ll grab you some towels.”
Mel nodded weakly, unable to meet his gaze. Her breath caught as she felt the familiar, steadying rhythm of his heartbeat in his hand, but she couldn’t find any comfort in it tonight. Greg set her down gently on the kitchen counter before turning away to grab supplies. She sat there, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the dried beer on her legs, the faint stickiness still clinging to her skin. The smell of alcohol mixed with the lingering scent of sweat and the heaviness of the party made her stomach churn. She felt small, useless, and exposed, more than she’d ever felt before.
When Greg returned with a towel and a tiny bowl of warm water, he placed them beside her with care. He didn’t speak at first, just stood there, hovering—like he wasn’t sure what to do, or if anything he did could undo what had already happened. His gaze softened as he watched her, eyes filled with regret, and he opened his mouth to speak. His voice cracked slightly when he did.
“Mel…” His voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I should’ve—”
“Should’ve what?” she interrupted sharply, her voice shaking, a raw edge in it. “Paid attention? Stayed sober? Not let me get passed around like—like some kind of toy?”
Her words stung him harder than he expected. He flinched, as if her anger physically hit him. The guilt in his chest deepened, the bitter weight of failure sinking in. He clenched his fists at his sides.
“I know,” he murmured. “I know I failed you. I thought I could keep you safe, but I—” He stopped himself, his fists tightening, trying to hold onto his composure. “I wasn’t good enough.”
Mel’s anger wavered at the raw regret in his voice, though the ache in her chest didn’t fade. She let out a shaky breath, brushing a tear off her cheek as she looked away, her heart conflicted. “I thought… I thought you’d forget about me, Greg. That I’d be stuck with them all night.” Her voice cracked, her vulnerability slicing through her anger.
Greg’s shoulders slumped. He leaned his hands on the counter, his face inching closer to hers. The air between them felt thick with unspoken words, the crackling tension as palpable as the quiet hum of the fridge. His voice was tight, but firm. “I’d never forget you. I’d never leave you. I swear to you, Mel, I will never let that happen again.”
Her gaze locked onto his, her eyes wide and glossy, searching him for something she couldn’t quite name. A small, hesitant breath escaped her lips. “You can’t promise that, Greg. Not in a world like this. Look at what they did to me—and to the others.” She shivered, pulling the towel tighter around her shoulders, the fragile fabric barely enough to shield her. “No one cares about us. Not even when we scream.”
His jaw tightened, and he slowly exhaled, as if the weight of her words had struck him harder than anything else. “I care,” he said, his voice low and fierce, as though daring anyone to contradict him. “I know I messed up tonight, but I care about you more than anything, Mel. I’m going to make this right. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
The room was silent for a long moment, except for the ticking of a clock in the background. Mel stared at him, unable to look away. For a moment, she saw a flicker of something in his eyes—something real, something raw—and she wasn’t sure if it was love or guilt or something more tangled in between.
Finally, she sighed and leaned into his hand as it cupped beside her, the warmth of his palm offering an anchor amidst her inner chaos. “I don’t know how to feel, Greg,” she admitted softly, her voice quiet, almost too soft to hear. “You’re the only one I trust, but tonight… I don’t know if I even trust myself anymore.”
Greg’s expression softened, his thumb brushing her back lightly. “It’s okay to feel that way. You’ve been through so much.” He paused, the weight of his next words pressing heavy in his chest. “But you’re stronger than you think, Mel. You stood up for yourself—and for the others. You didn’t let them break you.”
Her lips quirked into a faint, sad smile. “Only because you came for me in the end.”
He shook his head, a rueful smile barely forming on his lips. “You shouldn’t have to rely on me to save you all the time. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never feel like that again. But if there’s ever a next time…” His voice hardened, and his hands flexed as if ready to strike. “I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.”
Mel leaned into his touch, her small frame dwarfed by his massive hand. “Just… don’t drink like that again, okay? I need you to be there. Really there.”
Greg nodded, his chest tight with determination, eyes burning with a promise that only he could make. “I won’t. I promise.”
They stayed like that for a while, the tension slowly easing into an uneasy calm. Greg eventually carried her to her tiny room, helping her settle in for the night. As he turned off the lights and left her to sleep, he couldn’t shake the image of her terrified face at the party.
He clenched his fists, his heart still beating erratically from the horror he’d witnessed. He had failed her once. He wouldn’t let it happen again.
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Chapter 6: The next day
More dialog and character building
The campus felt quieter today. The usual buzz of voices was more subdued as the tinies moved through the paths, their heads down, steps hurried. The tiny lanes were emptier than normal, and Mel couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something was wrong.
She walked with Bella, their pace slower than usual as they made their way to class. Bella’s eyes kept darting to the empty spaces between groups of tinies, where familiar faces should have been.
“You noticed, right?” Bella murmured, her voice tight.
Mel nodded, her gaze scanning the crowd, searching for something she couldn’t quite identify. “A few are missing.”
Bella swallowed, her expression grim. “People are talking. Rosa and Elena—nobody’s seen them since last night.”
Mel’s stomach twisted, and she forced herself to keep walking, though the images of the party resurfaced in her mind. “Maybe they just skipped,” Mel said, but even she knew how hollow her words sounded.
Bella shook her head. “You really think they’d just leave without a word? You know what happens to the ones who disappear.”
Before Mel could respond, she caught the sound of voices rising from behind a group of giants just up ahead. One of them—a familiar, rough voice—spoke loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear, but with a glance over his shoulder, it was clear he was checking to make sure nobody else was listening.
“Man, that tiny girl? She didn’t know what hit her,” he chuckled. “Almost swallowed her, you know? Was a damn close call.”
Another giant’s voice, lower and more cautious, responded. “Yeah, she was fighting so hard. You should’ve seen it—had her squirming like crazy. Damn fun.” The giant’s grin was audible in his tone, though he made a subtle glance to the side as if to ensure the conversation remained private.
Mel’s heart skipped, but she couldn’t pull herself away. Her eyes involuntarily followed the direction of the conversation, but the two giants hadn’t noticed her yet.
One of the giants looked down and caught Mel’s eye. He winked at her, a grin stretching across his face. “Did you hear that, little one? Sounds like fun, huh?” His voice was low, but his tone was unmistakably lecherous.
Mel’s stomach churned as she quickly turned her attention back to the ground, but the giant’s chuckle still lingered in her ears. Bella’s face had gone pale, and she lowered her voice.
“Don’t listen to them. Don’t let it get to you.”
Mel nodded but didn’t respond. The conversation had already dug itself into her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread creeping up on her.
The rest of class passed in a blur. Mel tried to focus on the lecture, but her mind kept drifting back to those voices, to the implications of what had been said. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, she packed her things quickly, eager to leave. The halls seemed suffocating today, and she couldn’t wait to see Greg.
She stepped into the tiny lane leading toward the courtyard where he’d be waiting. The familiar faces of other tinies passed by, all with downcast expressions, their eyes avoiding her gaze.
As she neared the courtyard, Mel’s eyes immediately sought Greg out. His tall form stood by the fountain, unmistakable even among the crowd of giants. When he saw her approaching, he turned, his smile warm and genuine, as he reached out for her.
“Hey,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring despite the tension in the air.
Mel climbed into his hand, instantly feeling the familiar comfort of his touch. “Hey,” she replied, her voice steadier now that she was with him.
“You alright?” Greg asked, concern lining his features.
Mel hesitated for just a moment, her fingers curling against the edge of his palm. “Just… it’s weird today. A lot of the others didn’t show up.”
Greg’s expression tightened, his eyes darkening, though he didn’t press her for more details. “I’ll look into it,” he said softly, his tone hard.
They walked in silence for a moment, the usual comfort between them mingled with a quiet undercurrent of tension. As they approached the entrance to the cafeteria, Greg slowed his steps. The tiny-only section was ahead, but even the smallest spaces couldn’t help the way Mel always felt under the judgmental stares of the other tinies.
He stopped just outside the door. “I’ll check on you after lunch,” he said, his hand hovering near her, fingers brushing her back in a protective gesture.
Mel looked up at him, a small smile curving her lips. “Okay,” she said softly, but her eyes searched his for a moment longer. “I know you’ll figure it out, Greg.”
Greg smiled back, the warm reassurance of it making her feel safer than she had all day. “I will. And Mel… don’t worry. You’re not alone in this.”
She nodded, though her stomach still twisted slightly as she watched him walk away. But unlike before, she didn’t feel the same dread. She felt a quiet certainty that Greg would find out what happened to the missing tinies. She trusted him.
As she settled into her seat, the usual stares and murmurs greeted her. The other tinies whispered to each other in hushed tones, and Mel could sense the fear and confusion in the air. Some eyed her with envy, while others looked at her with pity. It didn’t bother her as much as it had before. She knew what they thought, and part of her knew they assumed she was just another one of Greg’s toys. But she wasn’t. She was something more to him. She was important. And no one else needed to understand that.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice behind her.
“Did you hear? That giant—Craig, Grant, or whatever his name is—supposedly saved a bunch of tinies last night. Dropped them off at the dorm, made a big show of taking care of them.” The voice was low, but there was an edge of skepticism as the speaker glanced nervously around, checking for any giants within earshot.
Another tiny scoffed, her tone sharp with distrust. “Yeah, sure. Maybe he’s better than the rest, but don’t kid yourself—giants are giants. At the end of the day, they all see us as toys.”
Mel’s heart sank slightly at the second voice, but she didn’t let it stop her. She knew Greg was different. She’d seen the way he looked after her, the way he protected her even when no one else cared. He had saved those tinies last night, and hadn’t left them behind. He made sure they were safe.
She sat back, watching the other tinies as they whispered and shifted nervously. She had no doubt that Greg would figure things oue. He wasn’t just going to let this go. The thought of him coming to her rescue again, like he had at the party, filled her with warmth. It was more than protection. It was care. It was love. And she was starting to realize just how much she needed him—not just for safety, but for everything.
Greg stood outside the cafeteria for a moment, his brow furrowed. The day had already felt off, and hearing about the missing tinies only sharpened his unease. He had dropped Mel off in the tiny-only section, the usual sense of unease settling in as he heard whispers of the tinies’ fear and discomfort. He tried not to let it get to him, but the atmosphere was thick with judgment, and Mel had been visibly shaken earlier.
He had promised her he would figure out what happened, and he intended to do just that. He turned and made his way toward the main courtyard, his eyes scanning the crowd of giants, looking for anyone who might have information. His heart clenched as he realized he didn’t actually know most of the tinies that hadn’t shown up today. He knew their faces—some of them had been in Mel’s circle of friends—but none of them had names he could recall.
A few of his friends from the party were lingering nearby, laughing and joking among themselves. He approached them, trying to keep his tone casual as he joined their group. He could feel their eyes on him, but they quickly looked away, knowing he wasn’t the type to get involved in their usual games.
“Hey, guys,” Greg started, forcing a nonchalant smile. “You know, I had a great time at the party last night. Pretty wild, huh?” He felt the fake enthusiasm slip from his mouth, but he pushed on, trying to sound like he wasn’t bothered by what had happened.
One of his friends, a broad-shouldered giant with a cocky grin, chuckled. “Yeah, man, you were having fun, huh? Grabbed a few tinies for yourself?” He gave Greg a knowing wink.
Greg hesitated, but he couldn’t back down now. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “But, uh, some of the others didn’t make it back. Anyone know what happened to them?”
A different giant shrugged casually, taking a sip of his drink. “Eh, some of ‘em didn’t leave the party, I guess. You know how it is, right? Some of ‘em got stuck in the fun for a bit longer. A few of 'em didn’t even make it back to the dorms last night.”
Greg narrowed his eyes, but the giant was already dismissing the situation, his grin widening. “They’re probably still passed out somewhere. Doesn’t matter much, right? It’s not like they have anywhere else to go.” He chuckled again, then added, “Some of them got grabbed up by others, but nothing too serious. It’s just a game, after all.”
“Yeah,” Greg muttered, his fists clenching. “A game. Sure.” He was finding it harder to keep his temper in check, but he forced himself to stay calm. “You guys know who exactly didn’t show up today? Some of them were regulars. Just curious.”
His friend paused for a second, then looked around at the others, all of them just shrugging or exchanging half-hearted glances. “Nah, not really. You know how it goes. We all just grab whoever’s there and keep it moving. You were busy last night, right? Don’t remember who was still around or whatever.”
Greg pressed, trying to maintain his composure. “Do you know if anyone else took them? Or where they ended up?”
The friend’s smirk didn’t falter as he wiped his mouth. “Maybe they got left at the dorms or the party or something. Nothing to freak out over, man. If they’re not here, they’re probably somewhere else, having a good time. No one’s complaining about it.”
Greg could hear the dismissiveness in his friend’s voice, and the nonchalance gnawed at him. The lack of concern for what had happened to the tinies made his stomach churn. He couldn’t just let this slide. These weren’t just objects to be tossed around for amusement. He needed to find out more.
“Right,” Greg said, his voice flat. “I’ll check on them. You guys don’t mind if I drop by, right?”
The broad-shouldered giant shrugged, clearly uninterested. “Sure, whatever, man. But you might wanna check the party first, yeah? I think some of ‘em are still there, but don’t get all weird about it. You know how it goes.”
Greg nodded, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t going to let this go. He had to do something.
As he turned to leave, he could hear the distant laughter of the other giants fading behind him. But it didn’t matter. His mind was already set on what he had to do next. He had failed to notice the other tinies last time, but that would change now. He couldn’t be the type of giant that ignored what was happening to them. And he certainly wasn’t going to let this pass without taking action.