In a top floor apartment, a man was sleeping peacefully in his bedroom. Someone was knocking fiercely on the door to his apartment, though they did not manage to wake him thanks to his ear plugs. Eventually,he did wake though, blissfully unaware of the frenzied attempt to talk to him moments earlier. As he stretched a loud bang was heard from somewhere below him, although he thought nothing of it.

 

The room was an average kind of bedroom; next to his bed was an average bed-side cabinet and next to that an open clothes cupboard. Opposite the cupboard were a chair and a typical desk with three draws. The desk was very tidy seeing as the only thing on it was a television.  Other than those obvious things the room didn’t have much else in it besides the door leading to a hallway. The walls were painted in a fine shade of yellow with the curtain also in yellow, although darker in colour.

 

“Ah...” he thought to himself as he got out of his bed, “Time for a nice warm shower. Huh, it’s still quite dark outside. Guess I must have woken up earlier than usual.”

He stretched and got out of bed. He then made his way to the bathroom which was out in the corridor, directly opposite the room. The bathroom, like the bedroom, contained all the things one would expect. Next to the entrance was a shower, on the other side the sink, in a corner the toilet and finally there was a small unassuming cabinet in another corner.

 

He took a towel from the cabinet and placed it on the mat beside the shower and opened the door to the shower. As the turned the tap on, he noticed no water was coming out. Unsure why it wasn’t working, he simply punched the shower head. When this failed he gave the dial for adjusting the amount of water the shower should exert a punch too. Seeing how punching the shower was getting him nowhere he gave up and headed back into his room.

 

He lay on his bed and wondered what could have happened to the water system. He guessed it was probably just a burst pipe which would be easily fixed and thought nothing more of it. After having lain down for a few minutes he decided to turn on the television to see if there was any news of any burst pipe. He took the remote control from the bed-side cabinet and pressed the button to turn it on. Nothing happened however.

 

“Ok this is getting weird. Maybe the batteries are dead? Ah, I remember now, I didn’t leave the TV on stand-by so I can’t use the remote yet. If I press the button on it, it should work,” he thought to himself.

 

He got up to turn the television manually, but when he did nothing happened. Like with the shower beforehand he took to hitting it, hoping that would make it work. He wasn’t quite sure where the logic was in that, but he remembered how people often talk about “knocking some sense into people”, so guessed the same would apply to inanimate objects. Of course it didn’t, though in his desperation he failed to realize that. After hitting the television a couple of times he then fondled through his bedside cabinet for his mobile phone. He flipped it open and whizzed through his contacts for a random number.

 

“Wow, twenty unread text messages - suddenly I’m popular. I hope this works...well at least I have a signal. Oh good, hello, is that Benny,” he said.

 

“Wow, you’re alright! Heard the news today? I did send you a text.” said a male voice the other end of the line.

 

“Sorry no, my television isn’t working, and there’s no running water either.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense...”

 

“I was going to phone the water company afterwards, just wondering if you had the same problems.”

 

“Wait, where exactly are you?”

 

“In my apartment of course...”

 

“But the apartment block you live in disappeared last night; so how is that possible?”

“How could it have disappeared if I’m in my apartment right now? Buildings don’t just disappear you know.”

 

“But they’re showing live pictures on TV of where it used to be.”

 

“You’re creeping me out Benny. What you’re saying doesn’t make any sense.”

 

“I have a question. What can you see from your window?”

 

“I’ll have a look, but if I can see the city center you need to get your head examined.”

 

“Alright, whatever.”

 

He pulled the curtains across to reveal what looked like a huge pair of extremely robust breasts. The great canyon that separated the two entities and the sudden change in colour from a fair tone to a deep black, was a quite a giveaway, although he couldn’t know for sure, as if it was really a gigantic woman her face was out of view. Her skin appeared to be blood stained, and crawling all over her were what appeared to be tiny people, apparently his size. Wedged between the canyon was a horribly beaten up white car, and above it a massive red fingernail shoved it in deeper.

 

“What the fuck...my car!” he screamed.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“My car is being shoved between a woman’s breasts!”

 

“And you said I need my head examined.”

 

“But there’s a huge hand, and now it’s grabbing one of the people from her breast!”

Up ahead, two huge fingers were picking up one of the people. The tiny guy squirmed frantically between the manicured fingernails though it made no difference. The fingers quickly took the man away and out of his sight, above his apartment. He didn’t want to dwell on what might happen to him although it did cross his mind that he might be eaten.

 

“Giants don’t exist, you know that right? Seriously, stop fooling, or I am personally going to take you to the mental asylum.”

 

“But...but...”

 

At that moment it quickly became clear the goddess like figure outside was indeed a woman. Suddenly it dawned on him that she wasn’t at all benevolent. Despite all the blatant signs of combat on her body, her tantalising display of womanhood succeeded in acting as a distraction, until now. She moved her body backwards, until all of her lusty red lips were in a prominent position, then smiled sardonically at him. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, as if to inspect him. While he couldn’t see her eyes from his vantage point he assumed she could clearly see him. She then gently brushed her sleek brown hair from her face and gradually moved forwards, careful not to allow any of the tiny people on her to fall, so only her breasts were in view again.

There was a moment of silence as he assessed the magnitude of the situation. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in the situation but whilst he was scared stiff he did like her...a lot, and part of him hoped he could reason with her. While he presumed it was probably a silly idea, he knew she could easily kill him if he didn’t, as long as he wasn’t dreaming. He pinched himself with his free hand just to make sure.

 

Unfortunately for him, everything around him was real, and as her finger slowly approached the window, he knew his life was probably nearing its end. As soon as it came into contact with the pane she didn’t hesitate to tap it, and after what were only a couple of light taps on her part, the glass shattered into many tiny pieces.

 

“You still there? What’s going on?” said Benny in a worried tone.

 

“Ahhh...please lady, I am still a virgin I am too young to die!”

 

“You what?” replied Benny.

 

In spite of his pleading, she declined to voice any kind of response or appear to show any kind of emotion and simply continued exploring his room with her fingers. He got on his knees and begged, but still she remained silent, not even looking down to acknowledge him.  It wasn’t long before the sweet smell of her flowery perfume enveloped the whole room, although clearly that was the least of his concerns. Seeing how she refused to even look at him, he got up, looking at her in awe for a split second, before hiding behind his bed.

 

“Run! Run for your life!” yelled a woman, presumably on one of the giantesses breasts.

 

He wasn’t sure who she was, or where she was calling from, not that it mattered, but he didn’t need to be told twice. He ran towards the door, although in his haste he bumped into it. He swiftly came back to his feet, noticing her unflinching hand gently forcing its way further into his room. As he opened the door, the various bracelets on her wrist clinked as they brushed against the various objects in his room.

 

She then swooped with her hand, which resulted in her tearing the open door from the wall, with him still holding onto the door knob on the other side. He rapidly let go of the door and dashed down the hallway, just before her hand could attempt to pounce on him again. As he ran down the corridor her fist pounded the wall, and with an almighty crash part of the bedroom wall crumbled and fell. At that moment a cloud of dust swarmed the hallway. Undeterred, he made a final desperate rush for the door to his apartment, dodging various fallen objects as he went.

 

“Benny, are you still there?” he shouted down the phone.

 

“Yes, what’s going on?” Benny replied.

 

“My apart...”

 

When he opened the front door, he was greeted by the hand of the gigantic woman so he attempted shut the door, but it was at that moment that her fingers forced their way into the gap between the door and the frame. He tried frantically to fully close the door but it quickly became evident that her fingers weren’t going to budge. He raced into the kitchen, which was the room next to his bedroom, hoping to get away but it was no use. All it took was a short, sharp burst of brute force and her hands were free to intrude his whole apartment.

 

“Hello, you still there?” said Benny, sounding distinctly more worried than earlier.

 

“Please, next time you see Julie, tell her I always loved her, ok?” he responded after taking a few deep breaths.

 

“Calm down, what’s going on?”

 

He turned to the window directly opposite the door, which usually looked out to the road below, to see a pair of giant, nevertheless seductive, lips outside. The more he stared at them the more he was sure that this was the end. A diverse mix of thoughts flooded through his mind upon seeing the lips smile. Though in the end, rather than try to avoid the inevitable any longer, he simply stood there gazing at her, seeing as there was no hope of an escape.  Behind him, her hand was creeping its way into his kitchen; and unknown to him it was about to steal him from his apartment.

 

As soon as the nail of her middle finger tugged on the neckline of his T-shirt, he turned to see her huge hand once again trying to steal him from his apartment. He got on his knees and begged but she still refused to say a word. Instead, her other hand punched the outer wall of his kitchen and forced its way in. As the wall crumbled, so did the floor beneath his legs. He hoped for a relatively quick and painless death, but unfortunately for him, he didn’t fall to his doom.

 

Rather he fell into her waiting hand, along with some of the debris, including his mobile phone. He laid there motionless for a while, but was soon disturbed by her other hand. She fumbled through the rubble for a few seconds until she found him. She took him from the arm, and as he travelled through the air, he looked across at his apartment in sheer terror upon seeing how much of a wreck it now was. Previously tidy shelves lay mangled, many of their contents broken, and even the front door lay in pieces.

 

He then turned his head to see her blood stained breasts greet him. He wanted to stop and stare, but the shattered remains of his car reminded him of just how powerful she was, so he swung recklessly, hoping to escape her grip, as she moved him closer her body for inspection. Whilst he moved her nails clutched his arm tighter, making it shed some blood, and promptly forcing him into submission. He abruptly stopped in the wake of her show of force and closed his eyes tightly.

 

It wasn’t long before he was dangling precariously over her gaping mouth, with its glistening teeth, although instead of simply dropping him inside, she proceeded to tenderly lick him. She ran her tongue along his back a couple of times, and after just one enthusiastic lick, saliva covered his whole body leaving him dripping wet. She then dropped him into the palm of her other hand. He tried to get up but felt so weak, so he remained motionless as he again stared at her alluring chest. Seeing his crushed car again, still in her cleavage, made him shed a tear and reinforced how helpless he felt.

 

“My car!” he whimpered.

 

Upon hearing his cry she carefully removed the car from between her breasts. She shoved it right in front of his face, as if to say: “What, this?” so that he could analyze the wreck for a few seconds, and then gradually brought it along with him, still in her hand, up to her mouth. Once next to her mouth she brushed some of her long hair from around it and began to suck on his car. As she did she groaned for a while, until eventually she opened her mouth further and split the car in two with a single crunch of her powerful jaws. Half of the car remained in her mouth, whilst the other half fell back down to her breasts.

 

“Please spare me, I’ll do anything,” he wept, “I can be your loyal servant.”

 

She still didn’t say a word; but she didn’t waste any time in proceeding to lick him again. He fought valiantly against her, but it was no use; even her mere tongue was too overpowering for him. He tried to look up to see who the gorgeous monster was, but her tongue kept him firmly in place. He quickly realized resistance was futile, and lay powerlessly in her palm, thinking about what she might have planned for him. She then stopped to inspect him for a brief moment and was about to lick him again when a loud voice called from somewhere nearby.

 

“Melina, darling, could you help me with the dusting, please?” shouted a feminine voice.

 

The giantess, who it now seemed was actually younger than she first appeared, didn’t answer to the voice. Instead she gently ran her tongue along his body one final time and then picked him up again. She grabbed him with the tips of two of her fingernails and hung him precariously over her cavernous mouth. He opened his eyes again to discover that outside of the apartment block was a much larger room. Its walls were painted in entirely in pink, and outside of the window was a typical street scene.

 

Beside the giantess was a set of what appeared to be car keys and also a pile of rubble. Before he could work out where he was she dropped him into her mouth. She let him swirl around in it for a minute or so, and then decided it was time to swallow him. Subsequently, she brushed all of the morsels from her chest and strolled over to her neatly made bed, the other side of the room next to the door. From it she grabbed a plain red T-Shirt and a pair of denim shorts to endorse. After dressing herself she headed out the door and down the stairs.