[Original author: Power and Lust]

“FUCK yeah!” boomed the godlike voice from above, along with a crash of the controller triumphantly dropped to the coffee table.

Alice squealed breathlessly as the toes she had been licking slid forward involuntarily, gripping her tightly in their muscular, grimy crevice. She pathetically wriggled and emphatically kissed at the hot flesh around her, in a show to appease and please her captor.

Eliot glanced down with a smirk from high above. “Sorry doll, I forgot you were down there. You should be more careful,” he chuckled. He deftly lifted his toes upward and dropped the battered girl in his outstretched palm. Alice’s stomach dropped as the floor rapidly fell out beneath her.

When she regained her bearings Alice was sitting upon an island of skin and muscle. Before, when she was scurrying on the ground, she had been struck by how high the giant towered above her. Now, she felt overwhelmed by how he surrounded her. The thick powerful fingers curled up in a cage around her minuscule form. The handsome face now filled her entire field of view as she craned her neck upwards. The eyes which had swept over her so dismissively from a distance now seemed to pierce right through her.

“I just hit Platinum” the deep voice rumbled, feeling much more visceral than before. “Nothing like dominating these bitches, ya know? Makes me feel like the Man.” The smirk returned, now toothier, more predatory. “How about a celebratory kiss?”

Alice didn’t even have time to process what he said before she was rising again, the leathery palm pushing at her back and the stubbled jaw approaching even closer. Eliot’s wet tongue suddenly breached from his maw with a squelch. Alice screamed just for a moment before the slimy muscle pressed into her face and silenced her. Just the tip of this monstrous beast was enough to completely overpower her, pinning her to the palm as he licked along her morsel-sized body. She was inundated with thick saliva, filling her orifices, soaking her clothes and hair. His breath smelled like smoke and beer.

“You taste like my feet, little bitch,” he laughed derisively. Alice closed her eyes tightly, unable to face the humiliation. “Oh don’t be like that. You’re right where you belong. C’mon, I’ve got an idea.” He dropped Alice onto the couch cushion with a bounce, then carefully scanned the ground around his feet for the discarded camera. What had been a bulky apparatus for Alice was a delicate piece of microelectronics for Eliot, to be handled between two fingers. He plugged it into a port on his tablet, then plucked Susan just as easily between two fingers and dropped her onto his lap so she could see.

Flashbacks of her day as a bug as the images scanned across the monolithic tablet. Somehow, Eliot’s feet and towering legs seemed even more imposing from this perspective. “Wow, is this really how you specks see me? I look AWESOME! No wonder you can’t help but worship me as a god,” he laughed again.

Alice became aware of movement in the fabric underneath her. It was suddenly clear that Eliot’s manhood was stirring with arousal at the situation. A different flavor of musk began to permeate the air. Alice shuddered as she imagined how she could be dwarfed and dominated by the stiffening phallus engorging beneath her…

“You know…now that you’re all lubed up, there are other ways you could serve your god,” he winked.