Agony and nausea wracked her body. The air felt thick, nearly choking, as sweltering heat pressed down upon her frail form. Tears stung her eyes as she pried them open, searching the endless dark. With frightful urgency she clasped a hand over her mouth and throat to keep the nausea at bay. Throbbing, cleaving, bursting pain split her mind and through quiet sobs she only wished for an end.

***

Gentle sunlight painted Melody with its golden yolk, causing her to stir in the soft sheets that billowed out around her like clouds. Her arms and legs rustled under the duvet seeking out patches of cool comfort as she slowly opened her eyes. As always, her sight was met with a sparse room of white furniture, rimmed by thick glass. Beyond the glass was the contrasting expanse of Lauren’s bedroom that spread out like a valley, brimming with rustic and autumnal hues. Melody let her gaze wander up to where the sunlight was streaming in: a massive window, flung wide, framed the sun and a crisp blue sky, and a glimpse of a leafy branch that cheerily waved in the breeze. Melody sighed as the tender wind merely broke against the thick glass of her terrarium. She missed going outside…

She knew she was late. The sun was never this high when their shift began, so the others must have gone ahead, letting her sleep in. Melody groaned, embarrassment easing into her chest, as she kicked the snow-white bedding off with a poof! She ran her slender fingers through dark, wavy hair, wincing as a knot briefly halted the motion before splitting. After combing through her hair twice more, content that there weren’t any major knots in need of her attention, Melody began her usual morning routine. She made the bed, quickly swept the floor, and washed her face. Finally, she replaced her ivory night shift with a bleached t-shirt and dark blue overalls that reminded her of haskap, wrapped her hair in a burgundy bandanna, and made her way to the door.

There was always the sharp scent of damp concrete in the tunnel. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it evoked thoughts of a cold so deep it seeped into your bones. As Melody’s shoes click-clacked on the grey surface, she tried to concentrate on what today’s tasks might entail. Her heart stirred with awkward embarrassment. The others wouldn’t blame her (they were, after all, the ones that allowed her to sleep in) but she felt like she had done something wrong all the same. The heavy smell of cement began to lessen as the crude dimness of the tunnel was replaced by the light flooding in from its outlet.

“The sink’s as clean as it’ll get. I guess all that’s left is the cabinets.” Natalie’s warm voice rang out as Melody left the tunnel and entered the enormous washroom. Light shimmered and danced on the granite vanity top that stretched out before her. On the opposite end of the counter stood her three companions, hard at work. Natalie, with her back to Melody, was wiping away the last remnants of soap and water from the rim of a spotless basin. Meanwhile, Evelyn and Liv were neatly packing away a large necklace of chalcedony, opal, and lapis lazuli into an ornate jewellery case. It would have normally been inaccessible to them if not for the small set of wooden stairs that carried them to its summit.

“Olivia… the ladder please. I asked you ten minutes ago.” Melody couldn’t help but smile. Evelyn and Liv were always bickering, but their arguments only came off as endearing.

“And like I said ten minutes ago, I’m tired! We’ve been polishing jewellery for hours! Let’s take a break. Lauren won’t be home until five today so we’ve got plenty of time,” replied Liv.

Natalie rose and moved next to the silver faucet, a cleaning rag in her hand as she spoke: “Liv, we told you already, we have to finish early so we can check on…”

“Melody!!” Liv yelled, a grin spreading across her mischievous face. “Nice of you to finally join us, sleeping beauty. While you were dozing off we managed to finish almost everything. I think you should clean the cabinets on your own while we get to go take a nap.”

Melody’s ears turned red from embarrassment, but before she could respond Natalie said, “Take it easy Liv, you know how bad her migraines get. How’re you feelin’ hun? You okay?”

The embarrassment eased, but only a little, then Melody gave two cheery nods and a thumbs up.

“I am relieved to hear that,” Evelyn said as she approached, a caring smile brightening her usually stoic complexion. “We had to all but drag Olivia away from you this morning, she was so sick with worry.” Now it was Liv’s turn to blush, her lips pursing and her eyes avoiding everyone else.

“What do you think, Mel? Are you feeling well enough to help us with the last job of the day?” Natalie asked as she approached, tucking loose strands of blond hair back under her canary bandanna. Melody, head clear and without pain, nodded again and pumped her fist in the air.

Evelyn moved to stand next to Natalie, their fingers interlocking with a lover’s ease. The two women smiled down on Melody, who stood about a head shorter than them, and an intimate silence settled over the group. A sudden force slammed into Melody’s back and she heard a giggle of delight. It took her a moment to realise that Liv, roughly the same height as herself, had jumped on her back. “Let’s go get that ladder Mel! Heeya!” Melody grinned, grabbed her friend’s legs, and charged.

Evelyn, ever serious, tried to hide a smile as the two women stormed back toward the tunnel.

***

The bottle of medication had been untouched for almost a week now, a fine ring of dust settling around the orange-coloured cylinder’s base. Melody, once again, stared at the label:

 

===================================================================

LAUREN WINTERS

TAKE 1 CAPSULE ONCE DAILY

FLUOXETINE 50 MG

===================================================================

 

Biting her lip, she looked away to see if anyone was close by and almost immediately spotted Evelyn, her straight and raven-black hair swooshing to-and-fro as the elegant woman swept the ‘floor’ of the cabinet. Eventually Melody was able to catch her attention and motion her to come over.

“Yes, Melody dear?” she asked, her voice patient and precise.

Melody pointed toward the label and gave her a quizzical look.

“I am sad to say that I do not know, my apologies. I would assume that it must be important if it is required to be taken daily, however the nature of the medication eludes me.”

Melody bit her lip and thought for a moment. ‘Maybe it was empty?’ She wondered. Signalling the taller woman to follow her lead, Melody wrapped her arms around the ‘small’ pill bottle. She took a deep breath, nodded to Evelyn, heaved, and shook.

Ffffsssshhhh ! The capsules hissed within as the container rattled, and Melody’s brow furrowed with worry.

“I am certain Lauren has a valid reason for not taking them,” Evelyn said as she stepped away from the bottle that equaled her in height. She embraced Melody in a tight hug, a gentle smile spreading across her face. “You always care so much. It is one of the things I love most deeply about you.”

The warmth of Evelyn’s body enveloped Melody like a blanket, and the worries that nudged at her heart began to fade.

Moments passed before the two finally separated. Evelyn gave Melody’s arm a heartfelt squeeze, before she diligently returned to the broom that had occupied her attention minutes before. Melody turned to her own duties. She dipped the mop-head into the suddy water, hoisted it from the bucket, and watched as the wet, tentacle-like strands of the mop splayed onto the birchwood surface with a splop !

***

An hour had passed before the quartet carefully made their way down the rickety aluminium ladder. Despite the height, a fall from the cabinet wouldn’t harm them with more than a few bruises thanks to their diminutive sizes. However, this knowledge did little to dissuade their fear as they clambered to the ground, pale-faced and hushed.

When she had both feet firmly placed on the ground, Melody rolled her shoulders and extended her limbs. She swung her left arm across her chest and held it in place, focusing on the stretching and soothing feeling that coursed through her lats and triceps. As she stretched, Melody took in her surroundings. Beside her was the washbasin, the looming faucet still sparkling from Natalie’s earlier efforts, as well as a pale ceramic cup holding a single toothbrush, the bristles frayed from prolonged use. Far in the distance stood the tunnel leading to their room.

Melody straightened and twisted her arms above her head, spine clicking with the motion. Before her was the edge of the vanity, leading to a vast plunging drop that dwarfed the climb to the cabinet ten times over. Across the expanse stood Lauren’s lavish bath and porcelain toilet. Melody was grateful that Lauren had removed the gruelling and humiliating task of cleaning those from the chores-list after the small group of women had taken three days to finish it. She exhaled deeply.

At last, she brought her right arm across her body and held it there. A short distance away was an agave planted in a tangerine-coloured pot. Each of the succulent’s persian-green leaves could span two full body lengths, and if she looked carefully over the pot’s rim she could spot a heap of tiny pebbles, each the size of her head, that nestled around the sturdy little plant. Finally, her gaze shifted to another tunnel, this one leading to their next destination, the kitchen.

***

Lauren’s kitchen was by far Melody’s favourite place in the house. The room could only be described as cosy, with its ochre walls, umber countertops, and mustard-yellow curtains. But by far the best part of the room was the small recreation area on the far side of the counter, specifically intended for those of her size. There stood a round wooden table surrounded by four, garishly red, sofas. A small distance further was Melody’s easel holding a blank canvas, along with a small trunk containing her meagre art supplies neatly stowed to the side.

The four women made their way past the couches toward six silos rigidly stacked against the wall. Each had a tube extending from it and a button on the side. Liv and Natalie pressed the button on the first silo and, after a brief bzzzhh , a brick of bright-yellow cheese rolled into a trough to be retrieved. They did this twice. Evelyn opted for the second silo, as she usually did, and soon she held the green-grey shape of a sunflower seed cradled in her arms. Melody first used the fourth silo, retrieving a breadcrumb larger than both her hands put together, followed by the fifth silo, which deposited an oozy mouth-watering blob of mulberry jam onto her crumb.

By the time she had made it back to the table, the others had already begun with their humble luncheons. Like a butterfly resting on a rose, she sat on her crimson couch and took her first bite of the day.

Immediately her tastebuds were set ablaze. The warm flavours of salt, nuts, and malty bread interwove and danced with the tangy, sour, and saccharine taste of the mulberry preserve. Melody’s mind was awash with a longing to stroll through fields of wheat and run through berry-hiding meadows. She found herself smelling something else. Something deep, earthy, and steamy, and it took her a moment to realise that she had closed her eyes. She opened them and saw a twisting and curling mist wafting from a plastic cup being held before her. Hot chocolate! And before her stood Liv, swirling the mug that held the dark liquid. Liv smiled broadly and asked, “wanna share?”

***

“Ugh, someone please remember… we still have to put the ladder away,” Natalie said, snuggling deeper into her sofa, her hands wrapped around a mug of her own.

Melody glanced at Evelyn, and the raven-haired woman caught her eye. “Yes, Melody?”

Relieved that she didn’t have to waste time trying to steer the conversation to this topic, but at the same time surprised at how quickly Evelyn seemed to pick up on her need to broach the subject, Melody stood and made a climbing motion with her hands, followed by a grabbing movement, and lastly a large ‘X’ with her forearms.

“You’re so lazy, Mel! I love it. I agree, no more chores!” Olivia teased in a bubbly voice as she lay upside down on Melody’s couch, arms outstretched.

Evelyn pointedly ignored Olivia, and asked “You wish for the ladder to stay in place. Would this perhaps have anything to do with the medication?”

Melody looked sheepish for a moment, before responding with a slow nod. She stretched out an arm as high as it could, even standing on her toes for added effect, then lowering it once more to form a heart with both hands, and finally ending with a cradling motion as she held her elbows and rocked them back and forth.

Evelyn waited patiently as Melody sat back down, placing the bridge of her feet on the edge of the table and hugging her knees. Evelyn responded, “I know you care for Lauren, Melody. We all do.” Evelyn looked away from Melody, instead meeting the eyes of Natalie first, then Olivia. “Melody is concerned as Lauren has neglected to take her medication for almost a week.” Her dark eyes fell on Melody once more. “However…”

“However…” Natalie chimed in as she slipped in next to Melody and threw an arm around her. “We all love each other and have to look out for each other. We’ll talk to Lauren and make sure she takes her meds, yeah? But we gotta be careful with this sorta thing.”

Natalie placed her feet against Melody’s, and the closeness made her heart stir. A moment later Olivia sat upright and placed her feet on top of both Melody’s and Natalie’s. And soon Evelyn’s feet joined the pile from across the table.

In an uncharacteristically sober mood, Olivia whispered, “This is nice…” and although no one spoke, the silence agreed. Time lulled on as everyone enjoyed the quiet warmth of lovers’ company. Melody’s gaze wandered to her easel and blank canvas and decided that tomorrow she would start painting again.

The silence broke when a loud clunk thundered throughout the apartment as the front door slammed shut. The sound of rattling keys and stamping of shoes had signalled Lauren’s return, and the four small women rose to greet their owner.

“Heeey cuties!” Lauren shouted as she strolled into the room, the two gold bangles on her wrist faintly clinking as she moved. The towering brunette radiated confidence, wearing charcoal-black skinny jeans and a lavender crop top. Melody couldn’t help but gawk as Lauren crossed the distance from the kitchen’s entrance to the fridge in a second, a distance that would have taken Melody minutes if not more.

The fridge swung open, and Lauren spoke without looking to see if the four on the counter were listening, “Gah, I’m starving! Work was killer today, we didn’t even have time for coffee. But guess who made a super good impression on their project manager!” She dug between shelves, the soft rustle of produce bags whispering from across the room. Eventually she stepped away, a few slices of cold hickory ham folded between thumb and forefinger, and two strawberries gripped gently in her palm.

Lauren made her way to the counter, unabashedly scratching her exposed midriff. Though Lauren had an athletic build, months of sitting at a desk had given her a tiny bit of padding on her belly, which was now pressing over her jeans with a finger’s width. At its centre, a deep navel that seemed almost hypnotic to Melody. It took her a moment to realise she was staring. Abashed, Melody forced herself to look upward, only to see Lauren stuffing the wad of ham into her mouth. “Thish ish sho goohd, mmm!” She moaned as she wolfed down her savoury morsel and swallowed.

Lauren’s tongue swished across her teeth and gums, before her attention returned to Melody and her friends. “I think I’ll make dinner later. There’s something else I need right now.” She said as she delicately slipped one of the strawberries between her lips, and began to chew. After gulping it down she continued, “I’ve been thinking about my talented little ladies all day.” She bit her lip, raised the last strawberry, and rolled it between her fingers as she stared at them. “We haven’t had a night of fun in a while… and I’d love some fun right now.” Melody was looking at the crimson strawberry that mirrored her in size, but the shift in Lauren’s tone made her look slightly lower and her breath caught. The giant woman’s nipples were pressing firmly against the taught fabric of her top.

Lauren popped the second strawberry into her mouth…

***

The skin of Lauren’s palm smelled of cucumber, and was impossibly soft with a warmth that seemed to sink into Melody like fresh laundry. Natalie, Evelyn, and Olivia were all sitting patiently, but Melody chose to stand, much preferring to make use of the rare perspective of their home. She had both her arms wrapped around Lauren’s thumb, and in her mind’s eye she was holding fast to the mast of a great ship. Before her was the vast ocean of Lauren’s bedroom, illuminated in a muted amber light. On the far end of the room, mounted against the wall, was the terrarium. From here, the terrarium was cold and almost clinical when compared to the lavish room decorated in hazel sheets, rust red pillows, and tawny carpet. The sight stirred something within Melody, but she wasn’t entirely sure what.

Melody’s daydreams were cut short when Lauren sat down on the foot of the bed and raised the group to her face, excitement and need twinkling in her gaze. “Nat, Ev, same spot as usual?” Lauren asked, desire dripping in her tone.

The two women smiled with a mixture of coyness and desire of their own, and Natalie took Evelyn’s hand as she replied for them both, “I think we’d like that…”

“And you Liv?”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you squirm. You know exactly where I wanna go.” Olivia responded, using one hand to brush her short, mousy-brown hair out of her face, and sticking out the tip of her tongue to taunt the larger woman.

Lauren gave a knowing look, and she tried to hide an eager smile by chewing her lip. Her eyes fell on Melody, and her voice became teasing and innocent, “and you, my sweet little Melody… where oh where to put you? Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring again today.” Melody could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and the broad grin spreading across Lauren’s face spoke volumes.

The four women were abruptly enveloped in darkness as Lauren kicked off her shoes, removed her top and bra with her free hand, and crawled further onto the bed. “All right girls, get those rags off!” Lauren said, propping her back against a few throw pillows.

Melody, despite having had her most intimate parts seen (and more) by everyone around her, still felt nervous. By the time she had removed her overalls and bandanna, the others were already stark naked and smiling at her endearing modesty.

“Hey Mel, it’s okay.” Olivia said sweetly, running her hand down Melody’s back and gently gripping the hem of her shirt.

“If you wish to stop at any point…” Evelyn began as she tenderly took Melody’s hand and trailed her slender fingers up the pale arm.

“…then just wave.” Natalie finished, now holding Melody’s other arm, squeezing it lovingly.

Olivia tugged the shirt up, and as she did so the others raised Melody’s arms. Melody shivered in nothing but her plain underwear, and her skin prickled as the coolness of the air mingled with the warmth of Lauren’s palm.

“I can take care of that piece.” Lauren intoned as she brought the pillar of her finger toward Melody’s hips. With the briefest twist, Lauren managed to hook her nail under the waistband and snap it with one motion.

Lauren beamed, the sight of Melody’s apparent discomfort seemingly only adding to her excitement. She gathered the pieces of clothing strewn across her hand, leaned back, and deposited the group of naked women onto her sternum.

Melody could feel the soft thrum of Lauren’s heart pulsing beneath her, and even fainter still was the slow and deliberate rise and fall of her chest as the titaness breathed. The gentle touch of a hand caressed the back of Melody’s thigh, then travelled upward to cup her cheek. Warmth blossomed in her middle, then turned to a burning need as Olivia kissed her shoulder. Beside her, Natalie held Evelyn’s face with both hands, their lips pressed together as their bodies intertwined like vines. Melody was dimly aware of Lauren’s eyes drinking it all in, her arm snaking down to unbutton her jeans, and thighs parting ever so slightly.

Olivia kissed her neck, and soon hot and humid air billowed up toward her jaw to linger beneath her ear. Turning, she embraced Olivia, and their lips finally met. It was like taking a sip from heaven, and the taste of longing and lust washed into her with every breath.

Melody quivered, wanting more, needing more. She soon found herself lying on the smooth surface of Lauren’s skin, Olivia straddling her pelvis and kissing her breasts. Electric pleasure surged through her with every gentle bite and sensuous lick on her now hardened nipples.

Melody’s fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath her, the rhythmic beating of Lauren’s heart stretching the moment into infinity. Sensations came to her mind in flashes. The touch of a hand spreading her thighs. The drifting of lips from her breast to her belly. A trailing tongue teasing her core.

Melody took in a sharp breath as Olivia’s lips met with her clit, a tremor of euphoria rushing through her. She hadn’t even noticed when she grabbed the back of Olivia’s hair and ground herself against her lover’s tongue.

Her body and mind both ablaze, every sensation turned to eleven. Evelyn’s cooes, Natalie’s huffs, and Lauren’s sultry moans. She arched her back, her eyes taking a moment to comprehend the upended visage of Lauren. Full lips and slender neck, and divine breasts that seemed to be carved from mountains.

Her vision blurred, her thighs came together. Olivia’s hot liquid tongue lapped at her sex. Melody’s hand clasped her tit. She felt herself clench… A wave flooded her, and Melody released a rasping breath.

Her fingers were numb, her ears rang, but the wondrous waves of her climax eclipsed them completely. At some point Olivia was beside her, kissing her tenderly and twirling her long dark locks between her fingers.

***

On shaky legs Melody rose, Olivia’s hand in her own. She noted the absence of Natalie and Evelyn, but it didn’t take long to find them.

Natalie straddled Lauren’s left nipple, her knuckles white as she gripped the tender flesh and pulled herself against it in the throes of her passion. Evelyn was on the right, her entire upper body pressing against the sensitive areola.

“Glad to… mmmf… see you two had fun. Now, if you… hum… don’t mind…” Lauren’s breathing was shallow, and she only spared Melody and Olivia a glance before she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and returned focus to the hand between her legs.

The two unoccupied women wasted little time as they carefully made their way down. Occasionally Lauren would breath in sharply, the quick movement of her diaphragm forcing Melody and Liv to hold each other tight for balance.

The sounds and vibrations of Lauren’s heart and lungs grew fainter, but were quickly replaced by new sounds. The slosh and burble of her gut as it efficiently broke down the small meal from before. Just before they reached the navel, almost as if on cue, Lauren’s belly let out a steady groaning rumble, and Melody’s heart fluttered.

“Don..t just. Stand. There… no one kisses… my belly… like you…” As she spoke another groan, and with an embarrassed laugh Lauren added, “better… hurry… or else I might… make you kiss it… from inside…”

Melody tried to hide the burning blush on her face as she knelt and began to kiss the soft stomach. Hair almost imperceptible due to colour and size tickled against her face, and her fingers sunk into the tender skin. With each press of her lips her excitement returned with even greater intensity. Melody’s left hand trailed up her inner-thigh, but the motion was halted when a shadow covered her. Lauren pressed her finger down onto the helpless girl, pinning her against the doughy flesh.

“Fu..ck right there ‘Livia…” Lauren gasped, her fingers smothering and dragging Melody over her belly. Another moan rippled through the giant woman before she spoke again, “Mel…ody, go… down…” and with that, the pressure vanished.

Lungs alight with want for air, Melody rose to her knees heaving and gasping, before she began to crawl down the slope of Lauren’s lower abdomen. It didn’t take her long to slip under the waistband and reach the clitoral hood, a sight that left her trembling. The cloying scent of Lauren’s lust enthralled her, and, with a trickle of exhilaration, Melody stepped forward to begin her reverence anew. She brought her hands against the sensitive mound, but Lauren’s voice rang out with need and frustration, “Lower Melody.”

The dull rustling of denim murmured as Lauren pulled her jeans lower. Two monolithic fingers pinched Melody’s middle and her world lurched. Lace underwear, black as licorice, was pulled aside to reveal Lauren’s spread vulva. Somewhere between the glistening folds was Olivia, bringing Lauren to the brink of ecstasy. The amorous sight sped by as Melody’s descent continued. Two supple cheeks filled her view, the shaded valley where they met seeming to mesmerise with their lush fullness. Lauren gripped one cheek, flesh curved and parted, and Melody’s breath caught at the sight. A third finger pressed into Melody’s back, held her steady, and brought her forward.

Warm furrowed skin ground along Melody’s face and breasts, her arms weakly struggling against Lauren’s hole. Anxiety, revulsion, and passion mingled within her as she was harshly forced against the anus then dragged upward. Rubbed across Lauren’s perineum, sticky sweet pre-cum matted Melody’s hair and filled her mouth. Once Melody was slick and lubricated, she was lowered once more. A finger pressed heavily on the back of her head, forcing her face directly against Lauren’s asshole. A hushed moan sounded accompanied by, “fuuuuck right. Hm. There.”

The taste was bitter, earthy, and faintly like nicotine. Each kiss and lick was rewarded with blissful moans, she could tell Lauren was on the brink, but the giant’s grip also became more pulverising. The digit on her head rammed forward, and both finger and Melody glided into Lauren with surprising ease.

The walls around her were both slick as oil and smooth as velvet, and the heat of Lauren’s body was stifling. Melody tried to reorient herself, but her squirms only excited Lauren further. Muffled cries of pleasure could be heard reverberating throughout the dark prison. The sphincter constricted, smothering her. And in an act of desperation, Melody thrashed against the tightening walls.

Pain flared in the tiny woman’s ribs as the rectum violently squeezed around her. Immense pressure crushed the remaining air from her lungs, her mind reeled, and flashes filled her vision. Pitched moans from outside reached a crescendo, the walls clenched, and then her world went black.

***

Crisp clean air suffused her lungs and the roaring in her ears stifled into a subdued ringing. Each intake of breath stabbed at her sides, yet she relished the sweetness as it flowed into her. Opening her eyes, Melody winced. The fall-coloured bedroom appeared lurid, the brightness of it drilling into her skull. Another migraine was the last thing she needed right now.

“Ooh, I thought I broke you in there.” Lauren’s voice sounded languid and not particularly worried about Melody’s battered condition. Moist hot air billowed about her like a sauna, and the tiny woman only then realised that she was in the palm of Lauren’s hand.

“I think I’m a bit too hungry to go for round two, so you girls be good while I go to the loo then get some food. After that…” Lauren bit her lip. The colossal woman quickly snatched up the two women on her chest. In one swift and graceful motion she rolled off the bed and deposited three tiny girls onto her dishevelled linen. Over dunes of hazel sheets the sight of Lauren’s exposed back made Melody’s breath catch.

As Melody watched the giantess leave, Natalie asked, “where’s Liv?”

“Lauren may have placed her on the side table, it certainly would not be the first time.” Evelyn responded.

“She could also be in Lauren’s underwear,” Natalie countered, peering in the direction of the foot of the bed where the dark lingerie lay. Natalie’s eyes met Melody’s and instantly recognised the expression. “Oh hun, do you have another migraine? Why don’t you come with me to look for Liv. Evelyn can take a peek at the table. We can head home after we find her.”

Melody squinted against the light and nodded twice. A warm hand enveloped her own, and Melody found herself being guided toward the end of the bed.

The walk was enervating, with each silky hill being more taxing on her weary body than the last. Melody’s breathing was slow and rhythmic, as she tried to subdue the nausea blooming within and the pain still pounding in her ribs and head.

“It’s okay Mel, we’re here,” Natalie assured, squeezing her hand. Melody gave a weak smile at the lissome woman beside her as they crested the final dune together.

They approached the bunched up underwear, Natalie calling out for Olivia as the two of them came near. Her shouts were met with silence.

“Maybe she’s inside? I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she was sound asleep in there,” Natalie quipped, though Melody wasn’t convinced.

She followed Natalie regardless, but the steep height halted her in her tracks. The lingerie skirted the very edge of the bed, and the sheer drop appeared boundless to the trembling girl.

“It’s okay hun,” Natalie whispered, her voice tender with empathy, “you stay here and I’ll go check inside.”

With a brief kiss and a tight hug the taller woman set off, leaving Melody to wait at what felt like the edge of the world. Muffled calls after Olivia occasionally broke the quiet, and Melody idly wondered if Evelyn had maybe found their missing companion instead.

“What the fuck is this?” A shout echoed down the hallway.

Startled, Melody barely had time to process the sight of an elongated piece of metal javelin into the room and crash into the corner of the bed. The grey object bounced off and clattered on the floor, but not before its impact sent the underwear cascading off its perch.

Stomping steps thundered throughout the room as Lauren stormed in, her eyes locked onto the bed. Melody’s first instinct was to run and hide, but Natalie was still inside the… Reality struck her like a lightning bolt as Lauren approached.

Desperately, Melody swung her arms about, hoping, praying that Lauren would see her. Straining, she tried to scream, but only the hoarse whisper of a breath scraped out. Lauren noticed nothing. In three long strides she stepped before the bed, but a faint crack told Melody it was too late.

With a quirked up eyebrow, Lauren gathered up the lingerie underfoot and fished out a small figure from its dark net. The sight of Natalie’s limp form left Melody completely dazed.

Evelyn’s shrill scream split the silence and immediately drew Lauren’s attention. With terrifying speed the colossal woman plucked up Evelyn. The raven haired woman flailed and thrashed in the iron grip as she was brought before Lauren’s daunting face.

“What is that?” Lauren’s voice was like ice as she gestured at the miniature ladder, which lay broken on the floor.

“Natalie! Can you hear me? Natalie, please!” Evelyn shouted, her gaze fixed on her lover dangling in Lauren’s other hand.

With a brutal whip of her wrist Lauren shook Evelyn and yelled, “look at me when I’m talking to you! I’m not going to ask again. What. Is. That.”

“Mel- We… left the ladder because you stopped taking your medication. We-”

A murmuring cry called out from Lauren’s other hand and Melody’s heart leapt. Natalie was alive! Evelyn’s head swung about, hope quickly replacing the terror on her features.

Natalie coughed violently, a pained grimace spreading across her face. “What? I… ah… I think my arm’s broken.”

Elated, Evelyn cried out, “Natalie! Everything will be alright my love, everything will be-”

“For fuck’s sake, shut up!” Lauren’s voice boomed, but the sight of Natalie’s injuries stirred something in Evelyn.

“No! Look at her Lauren. You nearly killed her. You almost killed Melody earlier as well. We are not your toys.” Melody had never seen or heard Evelyn so heated.

Lauren’s frosty voice drowned out Evelyn’s as she spoke, “You work for me. You do as I say, when I say. I say jump, you say how high. I say lick and you say where, got it? “If you can’t do as you’re told, I’ll just have to get a new batch of tinies again.”

“Work? How can you think of work or sex when she can barely-“ Evelyn’s words cut off as Lauren’s grip suddenly shifted.

Evelyn was held between thumb and forefinger. “I told you,” was all Lauren said before she slipped the tiny woman between her lips. Silence seemed to blanket the world then…

Throat muscles tightened and relaxed, and in that trivial act Evelyn was gone. Natalie was the first to respond, her harrowing screams barely registering as Melody stared in stunned horror.

“Oh…” was all that Lauren said, but the colour blossoming across her face said enough.

Lauren was contemplating something, all the while biting her lower lip. Anger dissolved into something else. Something familiar, but also somehow worse. She glanced down at the shrieking woman, struggling in her grip, and a glint of eager resolution twinkled in her eyes.

Melody could do nothing but look on as Natalie’s screams of sorrow and anger changed to pain and fear. With a pinch, as if raising a needle and thread, Lauren brought the small blond before her face, a bruised and broken arm the only lifeline keeping gravity at bay.

“You couldn’t even do your job right when you had both your arms,” Lauren said, lifting Natalie ever higher. If what Lauren did to Evelyn came as a surprise before, she was making her intentions painfully clear now. Craning her head back, she angled Natalie just above her slightly parted lips.

Feet kicking aimlessly at the air, Natalie could do nothing but beg between racking sobs. Lips delicately kissed at her soles then separated once more, inviting her in. Melody’s vision blurred, but by the time she blinked the tears from her eyes all that remained of Natalie was a floundering arm, senselessly clawing at the air. A sharp chill ran through her, not only because Natalie would soon share Evelyn’s fate, but because Lauren was now staring directly at her.

As if to taunt, Lauren pursed her lips and slurped, sucking in the final vestiges of Melody’s lover. The massive jaw swayed to-and-fro as Lauren savoured her living treat, but her eyes never wavered from Melody.

Melody’s knees buckled and Lauren bent forward, her fingers gliding from chin to neck. Her throat tensed.

Her hand trailed down her gullet, past her collarbones, and came to rest just below her breasts.

“Did you like that, sweet little Melody?” She whispered playfully. “You’re always staring, was this why? Did you know that it would feel so good?” Lauren’s tone was innocent, but her smirk was anything but.

Lauren’s hand trailed lower, across her belly and between her legs. She visibly shuddered and let out a gasp before she spoke again, “Hmnn. Feels like Liv’s awake.”

The colossal woman climbed onto the bed, placing her knees on either side of Melody. Fingers stroked and spread over a glistening sex. Circling around the clit, splaying across the vulva, and sliding in between rosy-pink lips. Melody’s view was utterly dominated by Lauren’s unfathomable immensity as the giantess extracted a haggard Olivia.

Tendrils of Lauren’s soaking lust dripped from Olivia like honey. The exhausted girl smiled weakly and opened her mouth as if to speak, but a coughing fit was all she could manage.

“Poor little Liv, I’m so sorry. Here, I’ll clean you off and take you to the others.” Lauren’s beguiling words were sickening, and Melody’s arrant inability to warn Olivia only deepened her despair. Olivia soared upward, oblivious of the tiny weeping woman below. Lauren’s sugary smile betrayed nothing. The sumptuous mouth opened and Olivia vanished behind Lauren’s lips without protest.

A shadowy hand snached Melody from the bed, hoisting her high until she came to a halt before her captor’s face. Lauren’s cheeks bulged and caved as she sucked, swirled, and savoured the living treat in her mouth. A brief smile of mischief flickered across her face before she brought Melody closer.

Lauren’s mouth opened slightly, light glinting off pearly teeth that peeked over parted lips. The tip of her tongue snaked out, just barely curling upward before lowering to reveal a dazed and drenched Olivia. The slime covered girl flinched at the light, but blinked and stared at the terror stricken face before her. “Melody?” Was all she was able to say before the tongue retreated and lips clamped shut.

A soft moan echoed throughout the silent room. The mouth opened wide and light flooded the empty cavern. A single strand of saliva curtained and warped from perfect molars to a velvety tongue, but no trace of Olivia could be seen.

“Sweet little Melody, all alone. Mmh. Not for long though.” Lauren’s breathing was heavy, and to Melody’s horror she realised that the giant woman’s other hand was grinding between her thighs. Lauren licked her lips and blew Melody a kiss, then her jaws opened once more.

Melody crashed into the awaiting tongue with a splat . The scent of sex, strawberries, and ham lingered on the air, while sweltering spit latched onto her like webbing, matting her hair and stinging her eyes. Around her, marble-white teeth loomed like guillotines and a pomegranate-red throat menaced from behind. The rough tongue undulated beneath her, tossing her to her side and sending renewed pain to course through her ribs. With a trembling arm, Melody tried to wipe spittle from her face but the viscous fluid was unending. When her vision cleared of the slimy substance her eyes were met with the picturesque view of a scintillating night sky through the open bedroom window. Freedom, framed by Lauren’s teeth and lips.

The world swirled around her and the floor rolled away from under her. Melody dug her fingers deep into the bumpy flesh beneath, but the slick saliva rendered her efforts useless. Light shifted like a kaleidoscope, a long hissing breath flowed out overhead. Squelching noises echoed all around as Lauren’s mouth tilted back, throat flexing with anticipation. For a moment Melody’s sliding froze, quaking fingers holding fast and knuckles turning pale. The tongue flicked and gravity dragged the tiny girl down.

Clawing, gripping, thrashing, Melody strained every muscle to slow the descent. Her feet slipped past the edge and soon she was waist-down engulfed in a tight tube of flesh. Fire blazed in her lungs, her chest and arms the last bulwark against the abyss. The glare of amber light rained down from above, momentarily blinding her, then lips eclipsed the light and sealed her away.

Overwhelming pressure battered her from all sides as the throat pulled her down. Saliva smeared across her face and flooded her senses, and a heavy pulse roared in her ears with every throb. The world constricted one last time before all pressure vanished.

Melody fell through the stygian-dark before plunging into an ocean of chyme and gastric juices. She splashed and sputtered, trying to orient herself in the churning gut. Sludge and foam clung to her, fumes burned her nostrils and scoured her lungs, and the foetid taste of acid seared her mouth and throat. The deafening groans of Lauren’s body and the ever present beat of her heart all but subsumed muffled moans reverberating from beyond.

The nauseating miasma of Lauren’s stomach made Melody retch. Pins and needles spread throughout her lower half, bursts of agony stabbing through as acid gnawed away at her skin. Something touched her arm then slid down to weakly grasp her wrist. From the inky-black another noise arose. A noise familiar, and cherished, and soul-crushing. “Mel-lody? It.. it hurts,” Olivia cried.

Melody wrapped her arms around Olivia’s form and silently wept.