A (Little) Christmas Story
This is a story set in another story that I haven’t written yet, but it is separate enough to stand alone for my purposes here, both as it is and as the complete story I envision it as. Mostly, I realized I wanted to write a little Christmas story, and actually post it before Christmas ended, but didn’t have the time to come up with anything new. This is going to be just a short thing, kind of a side story I guess, and I’ll post more later if there’s any interest.
One minute, it was a normal day in the city: cars honked at traffic the sidewalks were filled with busy people, and Aisha was at her favorite hot dog cart, getting lunch. The next, the ground shook, hard enough send people tumbling to the ground, break glass, and set off every car alarm for miles around. As one, every soul, no matter who they were or what they were doing, froze as the tremors settled.
It wasn’t in fear, or confusion. Rather, it was the simple realization of what the shaking meant.
It meant She was here: the Great Protector, The Lady of Sacrifices. The Goddess.
She had descended upon their land once more.
“Merry Christmas, little ones!” The sheer power of the voice rattled the windows around Aisha, the overwhelming majesty of the Goddess’s call enough to bring her to her knees, desperately trying to control the dual feelings of awe and arousal that rose within her. Just a few feet in front of her, she watched the hot vender lose that fight, madly plunging her hand deep into her shorts. Soft, animalistic whimpers emerged from her shaking frame as she engaged in the most basic worship any disciple of the Goddess could commit.
Aisha leaned against the cart and forced herself back to her feet. The fact that the Goddess’s voice affected them this much meant she was close, which meant she had to get up, now. Losing herself to her lust like that would be the end.
“It’s Christmas, my little toys! And you know what that means!”
And they did. The Goddess appeared to them at no set schedule, sometimes ignoring them for a week, sometimes spending an entire day in their town, blessing them with Her presence. However, the holidays were the sole form of structure amongst Her comings, and were also the times She demanded the most from them. And on Christmas that meant-
“That’s right!” Aisha startled at how her Goddess seemed to reply to her very thoughts, and the sheer arrogance of her thought, that She, in all Her greatness, would pay that much attention to her, filled her with shame, even as the blush on her face deepened.
“It means presents! So, all the good little toys should come to me for their gift! And all the naughty toys…” Lucia, her Goddess, and the one whole ruled over her entire world with absolute authority trailed off into a throaty chuckle.
Almost absently, Aisha realized she had soaked through her panties.
“Well, all the naughty little toys should just stay right there and wait for me to find you,” Lucia finished.
Aisha could almost imagine the grin on Her face.
It was, Aisha knew, an objective fact that it was better to be a good toy than a bad one. No matter what the church said, no matter what she saw on TV, no matter what she felt as she watched the Goddess stride between, through, and over the buildings they all lived in, to be taken by Her would mean an end to the life she knew, forever. It wasn’t that she’d die, but those Lucia claimed in her visits were never returned. Sometimes they would be seen in the Place Beyond, that impossible land where the Goddess resided, and on rare occasions they would descend with Her, as decorations upon Her body, but they never stayed longer than She did.
And yet Aisha didn’t rush to her benevolent Goddess’s feet, as a good, obedient toy that wanted to go home tonight would.
Her life would be over, she thought dully as time passed, and the awe-inspiring roar of the Goddess’s voice was replaced by different, higher pitched noises, laughter, and the occasional distinctly liquid sound.
Aisha would never see her friends again, or her house. Never sleep in her bed. Yet, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t force herself to do anything more than stare dully at the vender quivering mindlessly on the ground in front of her, no longer able to move. Almost absently a hand slowly rose to her chest and stroked her a nipple, now so hard that it almost hurt.
In the distance, the great rumbling cries began to rise, louder and faster; she was running out of time. She had to present herself to the Goddess, now, before it was too late. She had to.
Aisha hadn’t moved an inch away from the cart when the conclusion came, loud and as glorious as the Goddess herself, and fried some last piece of resistance deep within her mind.
“Time’s up!” The Goddess proclaimed cheerfully, as Aisha fell to the ground to join the vender in her worship, tearing frantically at her clothes.
The shaking begin again, much weaker than before but repeating, and steadily growing stronger each time the Goddess’s feet met the ground.
She was coming.
“Come out, come out, my naughty little toys~” Lucia sang. “Hiding just makes me excited.”
Aisha closed her eyes, concentrating only on the feeling of her fingers inside her, and the sound of the Goddess as she walked, ever growing louder, ever growing closer, occasionally stopping to gleefully comment as she found someone on the street to collect. Somewhere deep inside what remanded of her mind, Aisha found herself grateful that She hadn’t felt the need to look inside the buildings yet: as she was now, there was no way Aisha could escape from them collapsing under Her inspections.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, blind, helpless to do anything other than madly pleasure herself, all sense of time falling out of her mind as the all consuming knowledge that She was coming, that She would soon find her, engulfed her, bringing her steadily to greater and greater heights of pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible.
Then the world no longer shook, but exploded and, with the sound of crumbling metal filling her ears, Aisha was sent flying through the air as she simultaneously reached the most powerful orgasim of her life.
“There you are.”
Lucia’s words brought Aisha out of unconsciousness. Slowly, she pushed herself off the dirt, the pleasure that filled her now mingling with throbbing pain as she opened her eyes and saw.
In front of her was a boot, bigger than a car, bigger than her house, bigger the building she worked in. Had worked in. At the very tip of the enormous boot, the vender from before squirmed, her clothes now gone, frantically humping at the leather and letting out mindless cries of joy as she tried to polish the leather with her own fluids.
The boot rose. And rose. High, high into the air, it rose, and Aisha had to crane her head back to observe where it meet a leg, it’s skin warm and inviting, which itself rose into a red skirt, which Aisha could see up into with absolutely no effort on her part.
Her Goddess wore no panties this Christmas, and was obviously excited. Neither of these facts were surprising.
The skirt itself was red, edged with white fur on the bottom and, on someone of a size of Lucia, almost sinfully short. Aisha herself, unworthy as she was, would be crushed by the mere weight of such a divine garment.
From the skirt rose the Goddess’s stomach, bare, and Aisha ached at the sight of it, wanting nothing more to crawl upon its vast expanses like the tiny little insect she was, and be lost forever upon the vastness of Her.
Despite everything, she found herself slowly reached between her legs, and the Goddess chuckled softly.
“Keep going.” She whispered, as softly a great being such as Herself could. “Keep looking up. But don’t stop worshipping me, either.”
Aisha obeyed, fingers diving deeping into her soaking pussy as she continued to behold the one that stood before her.
Above Her stomach was a red contraption of fabric, barely more than a bra, that struggled to contain the monumental heights of Her truly mountainous breasts.
Long ago, an artist had carried out an audacious undertaking: sculpting a replica of one of Lucia’s breasts. Just the one had taken her years of tireless work, and she had been Sainted for her efforts, taken by Goddess in a personal visit in honor of her devotion. Later, their town had been built around the the now divine artifact and Aisha, like many others, had spent long hours contemplating its magnificence, ascending its heights to better know and worship the Goddess.
Compared to the twin realities that floated above her, the great monument she had spent so much time contemplating seemed like a child’s toy, almost as pathetic and insignificant as she was.
Aisha’s other hand reached to her own breasts, comparing their size to what was before her and finding them wanting. Her entire body was wanting compared to even one nipple, the fact that she dared tried to compare her breast to Lucia’s at all was an act of arrogance that boggled the mind.
The Goddess laughed. “Yes.” She whispered. “Yes. Look upon them, toy. See everything that you’re not.”
A hand, graced with festively painted nails, at once feminine and delicate, yet larger than an airplane appeared. It moved across the sky impossibly fast, reached up and grabbed a breast, long fingers sinking into its impossible softness.
Far above Aisha, Lucia moaned, and it shook her to her bones. A drop of holy liquid dripped from Her skirt, making a crater in the ground as it hit.
One more time, Aisha looked up even higher, forcing her neck back as far as she could until she gave up and laid herself on the ground to mindless mastrubate as she witnessed her Goddess’s face.
Above her, beyond her, it hung high in the sky, impossibly beautiful, inhumanly large. Her hair was green, and woven into countless braids to resemble Christmas lights that, from their lofty origin, descended to surround the entire park. Each ‘light’ that graced her hair was a woman tied into place, naked, colored bright red and writhing in ecstasy that almost seemed verge on pain.
Her great eyes gazed down upon her, locked upon her tiny form. As their eyes met, great crimson lips moved as She smiled.
“I like you, little toy.” Lucia said. “So devout. So pretty.”
A hand reached down to her, blotting out the sky and Her face as it approached, growing ever larger in Aisha’s sight.
“You’ll make an excellent present.” The Goddess promised as Her hand engulfed Aisha completely.
Yes, I know this seems to be a giantess story, but bear with me. If nothing else, it’s never that simple with me.