Keep the box on her breasts
Trish used to run the school like a personal playground. Both faculty and student body feared and dreaded her presence. She had a way with words...her insults always cut through the soul. Her bullying was so bad, it was rumored a boy committed suicide because of it, but it was never proven and Trish never experienced punishment as a result. Not like she cared. Her bullying only intensified.
“Josh, you got my homework done?” She stopped the teen in the hall. Her two girlfriends standing behind her as her entourage.
“Yes, Trish. Here you go.” Josh gave her a 10-page, handwritten, essay to her.
Trish took a total of 3-seconds to look over the assignment, before throwing homework at his face. Papers fluttered all over the place.
“This isn’t in my handwriting, dumbass. Do it again. But in my handwriting. God, you’re fucking useless.”
“But I did it in your handwriting, I even used the same purple pen--”
Josh wasn’t able to finish his sentence, as a jolt of pain sparked from within his crotch. Trish had kneed him in the dick. He fell to floor, his face landing on top of Trish’s Doc Martin boots.
“Did you just talk back at me?” Trish asked, like a little innocent girl. She even placed a hand on her chest as if the accusation panged her. “Listen, asshole,” her normal tone returned, “I need to turn in that essay in one hour, have it done, or else I’ll stomp on your little pecker until it pops like a grape.”
Trish stepped on the boys back and continued walking down the school hall. He grunted as he felt the thick treads of the boot imprint on his soft back.
Trish didn’t look like a typical bully. Yes, she looked like a punk at first glance. Always wearing black clothing, boots, chains, and so on. But she also looked like a poser. Like, those clothes didn’t belong to her. She was a tall, skinny blonde, and extremely attractive. Some kids called her a Barbie in goth clothes. Those same kids ended up with black eyes and bruises all over.
The faculty always ignored Trish. Trish had powerful parents in government. It just so happened, that any faculty that tried to punish or correct Trish were fired by the next day.
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Abbie was still in the Lilly carried. It was a transport specifically made for Lilliputians to be carried by Brobbies. The carrier contained stadium seating, capable of carrying 250 Lilliputians in luxury. The seats pointed towards a large plexiglass wall, which let the Lilliputians see out into the world.
Currently Abigail was looking out at a large pink mountain. Her stomach felt like a blender. Why in the world did she agree to visit Trish? Trish was absolutely the worst person she’s ever met. Of all the people chosen to become a Brobby, why was it Trish?
“Come out Abby. I want to compare the speck you are to my tit.” There was a pause in the intercom. “I’m only asking once.”
Abby unbuckled herself from her seat and headed for the exit. As she did so, she adjusted her headset and flipped it on.
“Okay, I’m exiting right now.”
Abby jumped out and landed on the tanned flesh. It was smooth, even at this scale. Under her feet, Abby could feel heat radiating from Trish’s body. She even felt the a rapid heartbeat, thundering and causing a tremor that was really noticeable.
“I think I can see you.” Trish’s voice came over the headset clearly to Abigail. But, she also felt the voice coming out of Trish. So much air bellowing from Trish’s lungs and out of her mouth. Like a hurricane for each word spoken. “I can’t believe I was as tiny as you. How fucking pathetic.”
Trish removed the Lilly carrier, leaving Abigail alone at the base of her mountain-sized nipple. Abbie continued inhaling short breaths. Her legs felt weak and her heart thumped erratically in her chest.
She was alone.
She feared for her life and was convinced this was the end. She felt the ground beneath her feet vibrate violently. Again, she felt hurricanes worth of air traveling deep within Trish’s body and escaping out her mouth. The giantess was sighing. Abby could feel the environment around her heating up. Stretching sounds caused her to turn around. The massive nipple, already the size of an apartment complex, was swelling into the sky. Was Trish getting aroused?
“I can’t wait until the government downgrades the status of you Lilly-shits.”
Abby wondered if Trish had already forgotten her roots -- that she too, was a Lilliputian. How could she turn against her own kind?
“I’ll visit your town. I’ll wipe out the school. Crush everyone’s house under my breasts. What do you think about that, Abby?”
“Josh, you got my homework done?” She stopped the teen in the hall. Her two girlfriends standing behind her as her entourage.
“Yes, Trish. Here you go.” Josh gave her a 10-page, handwritten, essay to her.
Trish took a total of 3-seconds to look over the assignment, before throwing homework at his face. Papers fluttered all over the place.
“This isn’t in my handwriting, dumbass. Do it again. But in my handwriting. God, you’re fucking useless.”
“But I did it in your handwriting, I even used the same purple pen--”
Josh wasn’t able to finish his sentence, as a jolt of pain sparked from within his crotch. Trish had kneed him in the dick. He fell to floor, his face landing on top of Trish’s Doc Martin boots.
“Did you just talk back at me?” Trish asked, like a little innocent girl. She even placed a hand on her chest as if the accusation panged her. “Listen, asshole,” her normal tone returned, “I need to turn in that essay in one hour, have it done, or else I’ll stomp on your little pecker until it pops like a grape.”
Trish stepped on the boys back and continued walking down the school hall. He grunted as he felt the thick treads of the boot imprint on his soft back.
Trish didn’t look like a typical bully. Yes, she looked like a punk at first glance. Always wearing black clothing, boots, chains, and so on. But she also looked like a poser. Like, those clothes didn’t belong to her. She was a tall, skinny blonde, and extremely attractive. Some kids called her a Barbie in goth clothes. Those same kids ended up with black eyes and bruises all over.
The faculty always ignored Trish. Trish had powerful parents in government. It just so happened, that any faculty that tried to punish or correct Trish were fired by the next day.
===
Abbie was still in the Lilly carried. It was a transport specifically made for Lilliputians to be carried by Brobbies. The carrier contained stadium seating, capable of carrying 250 Lilliputians in luxury. The seats pointed towards a large plexiglass wall, which let the Lilliputians see out into the world.
Currently Abigail was looking out at a large pink mountain. Her stomach felt like a blender. Why in the world did she agree to visit Trish? Trish was absolutely the worst person she’s ever met. Of all the people chosen to become a Brobby, why was it Trish?
“Come out Abby. I want to compare the speck you are to my tit.” There was a pause in the intercom. “I’m only asking once.”
Abby unbuckled herself from her seat and headed for the exit. As she did so, she adjusted her headset and flipped it on.
“Okay, I’m exiting right now.”
Abby jumped out and landed on the tanned flesh. It was smooth, even at this scale. Under her feet, Abby could feel heat radiating from Trish’s body. She even felt the a rapid heartbeat, thundering and causing a tremor that was really noticeable.
“I think I can see you.” Trish’s voice came over the headset clearly to Abigail. But, she also felt the voice coming out of Trish. So much air bellowing from Trish’s lungs and out of her mouth. Like a hurricane for each word spoken. “I can’t believe I was as tiny as you. How fucking pathetic.”
Trish removed the Lilly carrier, leaving Abigail alone at the base of her mountain-sized nipple. Abbie continued inhaling short breaths. Her legs felt weak and her heart thumped erratically in her chest.
She was alone.
She feared for her life and was convinced this was the end. She felt the ground beneath her feet vibrate violently. Again, she felt hurricanes worth of air traveling deep within Trish’s body and escaping out her mouth. The giantess was sighing. Abby could feel the environment around her heating up. Stretching sounds caused her to turn around. The massive nipple, already the size of an apartment complex, was swelling into the sky. Was Trish getting aroused?
“I can’t wait until the government downgrades the status of you Lilly-shits.”
Abby wondered if Trish had already forgotten her roots -- that she too, was a Lilliputian. How could she turn against her own kind?
“I’ll visit your town. I’ll wipe out the school. Crush everyone’s house under my breasts. What do you think about that, Abby?”
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June 8, 2023
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