Giant Girls' Day Out Shrunken First Semester chapter 12 by maximally

"Fuck," Hazel sighed, finally pulling her face out from between Daisy's cheeks with an audible slurp. "Was that good for you, too, D?"

"Y-yeah," Daisy stammered, blushing instinctively as she looked back and noticed the thin strand of saliva still connecting Hazel's tongue to her backdoor. "It… yeah."

"Cool." Standing up, wiping her mouth and surveying her newfound domain again, Hazel smiled. "Say, D… now that we've gotten you all loosened up, you wanna hit the town?"

"The town?" Daisy scowled. "But aren't we…" 

"Exactly," said Hazel, smile growing. "I mean, what's the point in being a kaiju if you don't have a big city to stomp around?" As she nodded toward the sprawling city skyline on the horizon, her smile became an eager grin. "And San Trasero's like, right there!"

"Hmm…" Daisy looked conflicted—but after just one taste of life on the wild side, some part of her was already hungry for more. "Well, okay. As long as you don't go too crazy when we get there."

"No promises," said Hazel. Then, with a final wink, she turned and stomped off toward the city.

Meanwhile, cradled in the hot, sweat-slicked valley of Daisy's cleavage, Max could do little more than hang on for dear life and watch the world warp and shrink around them. If the last week of torment he'd experienced at the hands — and feet, and butt, and various orifices — of Hazel weren't bad enough, now it seemed like the entire planet was about to be in the same boat. And now, to make matters even worse, it appeared that she'd found a willing co-conspirator in Daisy.

As the giant buck-toothed gooner took her first colossal steps beyond the ruined Ventus campus, the ground trembled. Each footfall was a declaration, a thunderous announcement of her new dominion over a world that had suddenly become her playground. Daisy came a few steps behind, her own strides more hesitant, each one more like an apology than a conquest. 

By the time they reached the outer suburbs of San Trasero, the whole city was already in full-blown panic mode. Miniature cars swerved off the freeway, piling up like discarded toys as the two giantesses stepped over the road. Of course, the combined sounds of chaos were little more than background noise compared to the thunder of Hazel and Daisy's frustratingly frequent farts.

"Whoa, check it out, D!" Hazel pointed a slimy finger at a sprawling outdoor shopping mall. "You wanna go shopping?" 

Before Daisy could mumble a response, Hazel was already approaching the complex—and bending at the waist. Spreading her legs apart for a power stance and angling her powerful rump squarely in the direction of the mall's most populated open-air plaza, she scrunched up her face and let loose.

BBBRAAPPPPP

A few days ago, a fart like this would have gotten Hazel laughed out of the average Loser House farting contest. Now, though, even her smallest emissions were enough to bring an entire mall of people to their knees. In a matter of seconds, the only ones who weren't out cold were left choking, gagging on the sulfurous cloud that now blanketed the entire area. 

"Hmm," Hazel scowled, straightening up to survey the effects of her latest blast. "Not my best work. Maybe I'll come back and give you guys another shot later." She then reached down, plucking a screaming man in a security uniform from the midst of the carnage and brought him up to her face for a cursory inspection before popping him into her mouth like a piece of popcorn. Max watched, horrified, as her throat bulged with a wet gulp. 

"H-Hazel, you said…" A few minutes out from having her ass eaten, Daisy was back to her usual, uncertain self. "I mean… you're treating everyone like bugs. They're still people, you know."

Hazel turned, a wicked grin stretching across her buck-toothed face. Her glasses were slightly askew, lenses smudged with sweat and other, less identifiable substances. "Exactly, D! It's like I was saying back on campus. They're still people. And we're… well, we're this!" She gestured broadly at their naked, god-like forms. "So… who says we have to keep playing by their rules?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, with the uncritical joy of a child pulling wings off flies, Hazel turned and stomped off toward the center of town. With every step, her bare feet flattened parked cars and hapless pedestrians alike—and as she moved from the city's outer suburbs into the denser urban core, she quickly discovered the joy of hip-checking nearby office buildings and apartment complexes. And then, of course, there were more farts, each one leaving a fresh, eye-watering miasma in its wake, claiming the area as hers.

Daisy followed in her wake, a reluctant shadow, her face the same mask of conflicted horror and guilty arousal that Max had seen back on campus. He could feel her libido getting less and less restrained with every moment—the way her heart hammered against his tiny back, the way her skin grew slicker and hotter with every city block she saw Hazel bulldoze. She wasn't participating, but she wasn't doing anything to stop her neighbor, either. Some part of her was clearly loving this just as much as Hazel was.

In a matter of minutes, they reached the heart of downtown San Trasero—a canyon of steel and glass at their newfound scale. Hazel stopped, planting her hands on her hips and surveying her domain with a grin. 

"Now this is more like it!" she roared, reaching out to peel the roof off a luxury apartment tower like it was a yogurt lid. "Ooh, penthouse suite! Fancy!" She dipped her fingers in, emerged with a handful of screaming people and tossed them all into her mouth in one go, swallowing with a satisfied sigh. "Mmm. Not bad."

She turned to Daisy, playfully cuffing her shoulder. "Your turn, D. Don't tell me you're just gonna watch."

Daisy bit her full lip, her gaze darting from the destruction to the tiny man nestled between her breasts. "I… I don't know what I want to do."

"Anything you want!" Hazel grinned wider than ever, her eyes alight. "C'mon, you're two hundred feet of badass goddess! Act like it!"

Daisy's hesitation was palpable. The old her — the one who'd spent most of college hiding from her peers — was screaming at her to stop. But the new her had some very different ideas. She took a half-step forward, her tree-trunk thigh brushing against a smaller office building and sending a web of cracks up its side.

Seeing the trepidation on Daisy's face, Hazel took a step forward. "Here. Seems like you need a little… push!"

Before Daisy could process the words, Hazel shifted her weight and threw her hip into Daisy's side with a playful, yet monumental, force.

The impact was like two continents colliding. A shockwave of flesh rippled out from the point of contact. Daisy let out a startled yelp as she was sent stumbling sideways. Her balance, still new and unsteady at this scale, completely deserted her. Her arms flailed, every inch of her colossal figure swaying wildly, and she crashed backward into the full width of a shimmering, eighty-story skyscraper.

The sound was beyond comprehension. It wasn't an explosion; it was a deep, groaning, grinding roar of steel and concrete disintegrating into dust. The building practically folded around the chubby giantess, entire floors compacting in an instant. Then, all at once, it was over—with Daisy left lying amidst the total annihilation of a city block, surrounded by the evidence of her own raw power.

For a moment, there was only the groaning of settling wreckage and the distant, panicked sounds of a city full of people coming to terms with the giant, careless gods in their midst. Then, Max registered a deep, ominous gurgle from behind and below him. Daisy's immense bowels, stirred by the impact and her own simmering arousal, gave a powerful, involuntary lurch.

The giantess's tree trunk thighs tensed, pressing together instinctively. There was no stopping what happened next. 

BBBRBRBRBRBRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The fart that followed was a full-on seismic event — a bassy, wet, and earth-shaking torrent of gas that blasted out from between her cheeks with all the force of a volcanic eruption — and the smell was even more intense. A visible, heat-hazed cloud of pure, unadulterated Daisy bloomed outwards from ground zero, washing over the devastated city like a tidal wave of biological warfare. 

The effect was instantaneous. Emergency responders who had been cautiously approaching the scene were hit first, their HAZMAT suits doing nothing to save them. They dropped to their knees, bodies wracked with violent, helpless coughing fits before collapsing face-first to the ground, thoroughly overpowered. The survivors trying to claw their way out of the wreckage beneath Daisy fared even worse, inundated with a suffocating blanket of digested burrito and eggs, their frantic struggles for clean oxygen becoming more and more feeble with every second. 

From his precarious perch in Daisy's cleavage, Max was spared the direct blast, but the aftershock of the odor hit him like a physical blow, invading his nostrils and mouth, so thick he could taste it. Even after seven days at the mercy of Daisy and Hazel, this fart was a whole new level of bad. 

"O-oh gosh," Daisy stammered, her booming voice laced with embarrassment. A deep, crimson blush was already spreading across her cheeks and down her neck—and as she surveyed the devastation around her, it got even worse. 

Glancing up to Hazel, she expected to be met with mockery or disgust. Instead, she found the buck-toothed giantess staring with unabashed, lusty awe, a wide, ferocious grin splitting her face.

A snort escaped Daisy's nose—a small, incredulous sound. Then another. The sheer absurdity of it all — the immense destruction, the fact that she'd just leveled a skyscraper with her ass and that her most shameful bodily functions were now city-clearing weapons — hit her all at once. Her nervous snort blossomed into a shaky giggle, then finally erupted into a full-bodied laugh—a warm, booming sound that shook the rubble around her. It was the laughter of terrifying, intoxicating liberation—and Hazel wasted no time joining in.

"Oh my gosh," Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. "Did you… did you see that?"

"See it? I can still smell it!" Above her, Hazel was grinning ear to ear. "That was hot as fuck!"

Still chuckling, Hazel waded through the debris field and extended a hand. Daisy took it, allowing herself to be hauled upright. As she rose, an avalanche of pulverized concrete and rebar slid from her big, soft curves. She stood there, buck naked and still covered in debris, and a new feeling settled over her. The reservation was still there—but it was quickly being drowned out by something much louder, much warmer, and much more primal. She looked at Hazel's grinning, filthy face, then down at the miniature cityscape below, and finally at the tiny, wide-eyed man pressed against her cleavage. Then, a slow, shy, but undeniably hungry smile spread across her lips.

"Yeah," she breathed, her voice losing its usual tremor. "It was, wasn't it?"