Can You Survive My Ass pt. 5
Giantess/Transformation Short Stories
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Kevin coughed, his tiny lungs burning as he tried to recover from the overwhelming stench of Rachel’s last blast. Despite it all, he managed to smirk, his voice shaky but defiant. "I’m still alive, Rachel. You really think your fat ass can take me out? I’m tougher than I look."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a confident, almost predatory smile. She leaned back slightly, giving him a moment to breathe—though not out of kindness. Her laugh was rich, deep, and full of amusement. "Tough, huh? You think you’re tough, Kevin? Oh, honey…" She shook her head, her massive hips swaying as she shifted slightly. "I’ve only been giving you about 50% of my weight this whole time. Fifty percent. You really thought that was it? That was me going easy on you."
Kevin’s smirk wavered, his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly. "W-what are you talking about? That was everything you’ve got. I know it."
Rachel’s laughter boomed, her entire body shaking with it. "Oh, Kevin. You’re adorable. If that was everything I’ve got, you’d already be a grease stain on my chair. But no, sweetie, I’ve been holding back. I didn’t want to end this too quickly. I was having too much fun watching you squirm." She leaned down, her massive breasts casting a shadow over him as she smirked. "But I think it’s time to wrap this up, don’t you?"
Before Kevin could respond, Rachel’s massive hand scooped him up, her fingers wrapping around his fragile body with ease. She lifted him into the air, inspecting him like a child examining a bug. "One last chance, little man. Concede the bet. Give me the $100, and I’ll let you walk away. Well, crawl away, I guess. You’re so tiny, I’m not even sure you can walk." She chuckled, her voice dripping with condescension.
Kevin clenched his fists, his tiny face turning red with humiliation. "No way! I’m not giving up. I can handle whatever you throw at me, Rachel. I’ll prove it."
Rachel rolled her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shook her head. "Fine. Have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t warn you." She shifted her weight, her massive hips lifting slightly as she carried him over to the wooden chair. She placed him gently on the seat, her fingers lingering for a moment as she gave him one last look. "Goodbye, Kevin."
Kevin’s heart raced as he watched her rise, her massive frame towering over him like a mountain. Her enormous ass hovered above him, the sheer size of it blotting out the light. The chair creaked slightly under her weight as she lowered herself, inch by inch, her eyes locked on his tiny figure.
For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. Kevin could see every detail of her massive cheeks—the soft, jiggly flesh, the way it seemed to ripple with her every movement. The air grew heavy, the tension palpable as Rachel finally let her full weight drop.
CRUNCH.
The sound was sudden, sharp, and final. Rachel’s massive ass cheeks flattened against the chair, her full weight pressing down with overwhelming force. For a split second, there was silence—absolute, deafening silence—broken only by Rachel’s soft exhale.
She leaned back slightly, her cheeks lifting off the chair as she glanced down. "Ew. Yucky," she muttered, her nose wrinkling in mild disgust. She stood up fully, her massive frame towering over the chair as she inspected the damage.
There, on the wooden seat, was what remained of Kevin. His tiny body was crushed, flattened, and smeared against the chair like a bug on a windshield. Rachel tilted her head, her expression a mix of amusement and mild regret. "Oh, Kevin. I told you. I told you this would happen." She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, I guess I should’ve known. Stubborn to the end, huh?"
She grabbed a napkin from the table, using it to wipe the remnants of Kevin off her ass cheek. "Gross," she muttered under her breath, tossing the napkin into the trash. As she turned to leave, a sudden realization hit her.
"Wait a second…" She paused, her eyes narrowing. "If he’s dead… how am I supposed to get my $100?" She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Ugh!", she exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance. "All of this was for nothing? Seriously? I crushed that little guy for hours, and I don’t even get paid?" She shook her head, muttering to herself as she grabbed her purse. "Figures. Men always let me down."
With one last glance at the chair, Rachel shrugged. "Oh well. At least I got a good workout out of it." She adjusted her tank top, her massive curves on full display as she headed for the door, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Guess I’ll just have to find a new tiny friend. Someone who actually pays up on their bets."
She opened the door, pausing for a moment to glance back at the chair. "Rest in peace, Kevin. Or, you know, whatever’s left of you." She smirked, stepping out into the sunlight and closing the door behind her.
Rachel raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a confident, almost predatory smile. She leaned back slightly, giving him a moment to breathe—though not out of kindness. Her laugh was rich, deep, and full of amusement. "Tough, huh? You think you’re tough, Kevin? Oh, honey…" She shook her head, her massive hips swaying as she shifted slightly. "I’ve only been giving you about 50% of my weight this whole time. Fifty percent. You really thought that was it? That was me going easy on you."
Kevin’s smirk wavered, his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly. "W-what are you talking about? That was everything you’ve got. I know it."
Rachel’s laughter boomed, her entire body shaking with it. "Oh, Kevin. You’re adorable. If that was everything I’ve got, you’d already be a grease stain on my chair. But no, sweetie, I’ve been holding back. I didn’t want to end this too quickly. I was having too much fun watching you squirm." She leaned down, her massive breasts casting a shadow over him as she smirked. "But I think it’s time to wrap this up, don’t you?"
Before Kevin could respond, Rachel’s massive hand scooped him up, her fingers wrapping around his fragile body with ease. She lifted him into the air, inspecting him like a child examining a bug. "One last chance, little man. Concede the bet. Give me the $100, and I’ll let you walk away. Well, crawl away, I guess. You’re so tiny, I’m not even sure you can walk." She chuckled, her voice dripping with condescension.
Kevin clenched his fists, his tiny face turning red with humiliation. "No way! I’m not giving up. I can handle whatever you throw at me, Rachel. I’ll prove it."
Rachel rolled her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shook her head. "Fine. Have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t warn you." She shifted her weight, her massive hips lifting slightly as she carried him over to the wooden chair. She placed him gently on the seat, her fingers lingering for a moment as she gave him one last look. "Goodbye, Kevin."
Kevin’s heart raced as he watched her rise, her massive frame towering over him like a mountain. Her enormous ass hovered above him, the sheer size of it blotting out the light. The chair creaked slightly under her weight as she lowered herself, inch by inch, her eyes locked on his tiny figure.
For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. Kevin could see every detail of her massive cheeks—the soft, jiggly flesh, the way it seemed to ripple with her every movement. The air grew heavy, the tension palpable as Rachel finally let her full weight drop.
CRUNCH.
The sound was sudden, sharp, and final. Rachel’s massive ass cheeks flattened against the chair, her full weight pressing down with overwhelming force. For a split second, there was silence—absolute, deafening silence—broken only by Rachel’s soft exhale.
She leaned back slightly, her cheeks lifting off the chair as she glanced down. "Ew. Yucky," she muttered, her nose wrinkling in mild disgust. She stood up fully, her massive frame towering over the chair as she inspected the damage.
There, on the wooden seat, was what remained of Kevin. His tiny body was crushed, flattened, and smeared against the chair like a bug on a windshield. Rachel tilted her head, her expression a mix of amusement and mild regret. "Oh, Kevin. I told you. I told you this would happen." She sighed, shaking her head. "Well, I guess I should’ve known. Stubborn to the end, huh?"
She grabbed a napkin from the table, using it to wipe the remnants of Kevin off her ass cheek. "Gross," she muttered under her breath, tossing the napkin into the trash. As she turned to leave, a sudden realization hit her.
"Wait a second…" She paused, her eyes narrowing. "If he’s dead… how am I supposed to get my $100?" She groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Ugh!", she exclaimed, her voice tinged with annoyance. "All of this was for nothing? Seriously? I crushed that little guy for hours, and I don’t even get paid?" She shook her head, muttering to herself as she grabbed her purse. "Figures. Men always let me down."
With one last glance at the chair, Rachel shrugged. "Oh well. At least I got a good workout out of it." She adjusted her tank top, her massive curves on full display as she headed for the door, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Guess I’ll just have to find a new tiny friend. Someone who actually pays up on their bets."
She opened the door, pausing for a moment to glance back at the chair. "Rest in peace, Kevin. Or, you know, whatever’s left of you." She smirked, stepping out into the sunlight and closing the door behind her.
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March 28, 2025
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