Lucky's Big Day!

Lucky's Big Day
B_25 & Alexshark

Discord was bored.

And the world usually paid an absurd price for that. Though, being reformed, he altered his ways. He searched for little things to abate the seas of meh. Tea with Fluttershy was nice... but it never scratched that itch.

There was the game of switching books in Twilight's library. Take two books and switch their places. Wait for Twilight to trot inside and watch as her ear twitches upward. Watch her magic try to cast to catch the discrepancy—only for there to be no trace.

Proceed to inform Twilight has been done. Refuse to let her know which two books it was. Watch her scan the spines of the books for every book in the library, blink, and forget her count. Enjoy her throw every tome and volume on the ground. Leave the princess to her sudden reshelving day.

Yaa-aa-wn!

Discord lounged while floating as an upside-down world swirled around him. He racked his brain for a final plea before resorting to world domination. His lips pushed forward. Twilight Sparkle. Did she return from some parallel world? Humans, she did say. Stand on two legs and don't do much with their two arms.

Snapping his talons summon a black void in the shape of a ball. Rotating the sphere with a paw, he watched as colours and shapes formed within it, crafting the view of a high school. Discord arched a brow. Would the girls trouble me if my world domination was for another world?

He swallowed his own mouth.

The girls of that world would revolt. Then my girls would hear about it, leaving two sets of bickering to endure. No, no. Best to leave them in peace. Or... mostly in peace! This world is without magic, correct? Would Twilight not agree that a scientific experiment shows how non-magical entities deal with magic?

Discord chuckled and snapped his talons; a batch of poison joke floated over the orb. His brow narrowed. Best not to make it rain. Too much chaos, and even I might not be able to revert it. No. I need but a singular target to watch. Something interesting to relieve my mind for an afternoon.

Another snap shifted the orb's image. It reflected a home, inside a bedroom, where a naked Celestia slept in her bed. Discord raised an eyebrow at seeing her bust. Normally, flanks were the end all to be all. So seeing another influence on the male persuasion sparked possible ideas later in the night.

What's this?

His talon and paw clapped to zoom and enhance the image. Between the mounds, tucked into their snowy valley, there, a tiny, slumbering girl, wiggled between the immense tonnes of white smushed into her. Continuously, they sunk over her like a blanket, malleable enough to impress when she turned.

A tiny girl in an ordinary world. I suppose this world isn't without its magic after all. You must have lived an interesting life so far. Discord chuckled and lifted his paw like a conductor, levitating the tiny from the cleavage. It's easy to see what kind of prank poison joke will play on you. Great, unessential chaos from an innocent, single source. Those specials always tend to be my favourite.

Discord clenched his paw to the implosion of the girl and poison joke and, when his paw unfurled, so did she, naked over a field, infused with an element. A warm glow emanated around her: extra protection from the cold.

The sun should rise in less than an hour... and you will block its view.

Lucky stretched across the stretches of grass, which was thick and unruly, a special wash and massage from nature itself. Her arms tore through and across a tiny forest, swiping and snapping trees, the breaking of sticks and bristling of bushes.

Lucky blinked and her eyes opened. Twirling her head in the pooling of her hair, she looked into that tiny forest, her eyes perched well above the little dome. It was... tiny. The knocked-over bark and lands paved by her sliding hands. Usually, everything was all so large, but now... the world was so tiny.

What the hell?

Lucky sat up on the field, one reduced to a seat, and looked out, like a lone giant on a hill, staring out to the distant city. She cocked her head at the playset as an otherworldly feeling layered over her vision. Seeing something usually so massive... now reduced to toys and models... had meant this was a dream.

A dream. I'm dreaming right now. It feels so real... and so imaginary at the same time.

She chuckled.

Maybe this is a gift from Luna, somehow. Some therapy or pill or something. She's always joking about how things would be if the cards were reversed. If I was the big one and everyone and everything was tiny. Is this what she had meant? A chance to have some fun while being large and in charge?

It didn't really matter. Dreams operated on hazy logic to delve the dreamer into an immersive experience—for better or worse. The world swallowed Lucky. Stuffed her down pants and into panties and inside pussies. Storied her in cleavage and buried her inside tummies. She was always being used, servicing the worlds inside other people, pleasing vast and dense amounts of sensitive flesh.

But now she was the big one.

And the world would get to see her greatness.

Celestia awoke beneath warm blankets and atop silky sheets, twisting her torso and stretching her limbs, an influx of consciousness tingling beneath her skin. The same roused from beside her. Smiling, she turned into the awaiting lips.

And the sisters shared a kiss.

Celestia pulled from Luna's face as they settled their noses together. Blushing and breathing together, they stared into each other's eyes, happy to be lost and refreshed in and by each other. Then, simultaneously, they remembered that it takes three to make a family.

They looked into Celestia's cleavage.

"And a good morning to you, Luc..."

Panic settled over the two at the lack of a tiny in the mass of Celestia's cleavage. Both women conducted themselves as haphazardly as expected from a couple caring for someone the size of an inch and the sensation of an itch.

Celestia softly pried her chest and swept a finger across the snowy valley.

Luna hoisted her orbs and felt underneath: finding nothing.

Celestia slid a hand between her legs, feeling her mounds and inserting a finger between her folds, touching around her cunny for a source of life.

Luna flipped onto her stomach and grabbed around her ass.

Celestia pressed her stomach and waited for contact.

Luna wiggled her toes.

Not in the bed. Celestia gathered upon scanning the sheets, raising them, peering at the darkness beneath. Glancing across the wood, her eyes blinked at the open door. Did she awake early? Breakfast? Bathroom? Lucky is not an early riser.

Celestia sat properly and turned to the side of the bed. Just as her foot touched the floor, another struck the street outside, a pounding that tickled the bottom of her knees. Rattling across the floor, the bed knocked into the bedside table.

Celestia rose and drew the blinds to the window, a flash of gold followed by consistent sunlight, the view dimmed by a blockage. Feet slowed across the street, covering the lane. Toes tapped, pounding craters into the asphalt.

Her eyes travelled up from the foot, which a cloud of dust spread from, following the rise of minty skin. Her neck craned to check the crux, the thicked, curved slit, naked and in the open, able to feast and suckle on the roof of their house.

The window capped at the vertical sprawl of the tummy.

"Well? What do we have here? People fleeing from tiny me?" The voice boomed and pounded its syllables. Yet, there was the inflection of the cocky girl constantly unsure of herself. Leaning forward, the mass of skin scrunched and pulled, those broad hips pushing back. “And you. I know you."

A cloud descended as its shadow swept across the street. Lucky's hand nabbed a woman from the road as cars escaped and others ran. Raised beyond the view of the window, the giantess spoke to the captured insignificance.

"And I recall disliking you."

It couldn't be...

"Y-You let me down this instant—AH, RELEASE YOUR FINGERS!" Those must have curled and clenched around the tiny. Celestia winced, unsure of running to the street. "You cannot hold another person like this! Like... like some sort of toy! Put me down!"

A tiny gasp followed.

And a goddess chuckled.

"Really? Now why would I do that?" Lucky's laughter beat on the roof of the house. "I'm the one large here. You're the one that’s small. So is this a game you really want to play? Could all of you even handle my thumb in a match?"

What's happening up there?! Celestia wondered as she ducked to the side of the closet, speeding into an outfit. She imagined the woman, Sour Tart, wrapped in a bowl of a fist, holding back a domineering thumb with her arms, starting to sink underneath its pressure. I have to put a stop to this!

"You're close to losing this thumb war." Lucky's waist loomed from the window, where a hand rested on her side. "Close to being pressed deeper into my hand. But... tell you what! You always used to call my mother something."

Sour Tart choked for breath, her head and hands poking out from the fist, set against the underside of the plump thumb. Darkness washed over from the slice between the thumb and her head, the giantess's lone eye peering through the slit. "Tell me it. Don't lie. Or you'll deal with worse than my thumb."

Celestia stumbled to the window while fitting into her bra. Her face, drenched with sweat, pressed against the glass, staring upward, attempting to catch the head of the giant. She saw the underside of Lucky's jaw—and no more.

"Fat bitch!" Sour Tart shouted, and the thumb lifted from her head as she wiggled upward. Laying over the tube of the index finger, she glared at the giantess. "That's what I called her... only because it was true."

Lucky clenched an eye. "Now that's where you messed up! I was about to let you down on the ground. Step around you and scare you some." Clicking her teeth, she shook her head. "I told you. Don't mess with someone bigger. Now I haven't had breakfast."

The ride of the hand travelled toward the giantess, and Celestia stepped back from the glass, seeing the throat and belly. Lucky's elbow dipped into the frame to the rising of her hand.

"And now you get to add some fat to this bitch."

Lucky, no!

The mouth opened to the slicking of saliva, a titanic humming, and the sloshing of a woman cast down a tongue. Laughter and moans followed as the tongue rose, and the woman screamed. With a gulp, the lips closed, and the giantess's head tilted back.

"Mmh-hmm."

A hand slapped onto her throat and smacked the bulge, holding it, pinching it, a scream muffled by a density of muscle. It retracted, and the lump carried down, behind the collarbone and beneath the chest. It thinned on its arrival to the stomach.

"There. Set exactly where you belong.”

Gigantic hands felt across the tender tummy. Their fingers pressed into the skin, sinking into the flesh, waiting for a second. Then, it came. Its small thickness and the tight spread of its width. The itty hands beat from Lucky's belly, tickling her fingertip.

"How does it look from inside of me? The first time is always scary." Lucky chuckled brought her hips around, milking the glory from her stomach, the tapping feet stumbling on her stomach's flooring. "It's dark. Hard to see. All you can hear is breathing and booming heartbeats. Will you be coughed back up? Or will the person dominate and digest you? No escape. No way out. The best case is if you escape alive out from my ass."

Lucky chuckled and rocked her hips side to side, throwing Sour Tart from wall to wall, jiggling her ass for the speculators below. Then, she hummed and settled. "Hmm. I can see why the others spend so long devouring me. Once you're secured in my tummy, there's not much to do with you."

A smirk carried across her face as she turned around, showing the bubble of her ass to the house, the bountiful cheeks sprawling beyond the window's frame. Luna's jaw dropped at the view. Eyes blinked at Luna being beaten by her daughter.

"Thankfully, there's a city to join you." Lucky laughed in her stride down the street, a car in her foot's shadow. Her sole consumed the vehicle, flattening it like a soda can. Twisting for extra effect, her foot arched into the air. "And a town for me to enjoy."

The mothers watched as their daughter left, after devouring the neighbour and wrecking the street, all with the intent to inflict late teenage lust. Mixed feelings arose. One to be caught, fucked, stuffed, or eaten by the giantess.

The other, of course, was how and why Lucky was this way.

The two turned to each other.

"I shower my daughter in incestuous love," Celestia said matter-of-factually, crossing her arms. Luna arched an eyebrow. "You dominate our daughter with that same, incestuous love." Celestia pointed to the street. "As far as I'm concerned. Her acting like that? Your fault, Lulu."

Luna rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, leaned to the side, and huffed.

"How was I to know that she, one day, would go on a gigantic rampage?"

Celestia grinned. "Magical times are nigh if Lucky's around." She chuckled. "Try not to let her catch you, Lulu. While I know she will listen and do as I ask, with you... I can't help but think about what she may do with you."

Luna's eyes widened.

"Will she stuff and grind you between her cheeks as she wrecks the city? Maybe saving you for an empty field where she'll use your body to pleasure her body silly." Celestia chuckled. "Then she'll retrieve your cum laced body from her pussy and suckle and slurp the juices straight from you—before dropping you from the sky straight down the back of her throat."

She turned to the door. "Oh, yes, riding my daughter's shoulder, all while my sister is trapped in that magnificent belly of hers." Celestia left through the door with a shrug. "Who said that nothing interesting could happen on a Sunday?"

Sunset whistled a tune with hands dug into her pockets and hair carried by the breeze. Her eyes were closed. In the depths of the city, the sidewalks stretched forever, and streetlights seldom appeared. Music whispered into her ears, the emptiness of her mind... filling with her girlfriend.

I wonder what Lucky's up to.

Lucky manifested in her mind, draped forward on a bed for dolls, slumbering happily with a sloppy head and a slathering of drool.

Sunset chuckled.

Either being tiny takes a lot out of you, Sunset's thoughts began, or my little girl-toy is a lazy one.

Tremors tickled the ground, building over vibrations of passing cars, a knocking that carried through Sunset's legs. Her eyes opened to people flooding past her sides. Few smacked into her shoulders, shoving her around. Her mouth opened in a yell... but stopped at hearing the distant thuds.

Sunset turned slowly to the street, seeing a lamppost knocked over the lane, a car, upside-down, beneath it. Many flooded around it across the street. Ahead, all was clear, an empty district.

Except for the thundering of sounds and the breaking of vibrations. Sunset stumbled from foot to foot, waiting for trouble. Magical beings? Visitors from the other world? See the threat first. Then retreat. Gather help if it's beyond this world capabilities

Sunset watched the end of the street ahead, the other obscured by towering offices, the lane of trouble. Silence. Composure. A car drove from the view out from the road, twirling into the turn. After its execution, the sedan snapped into acceleration—until a blur phased over it.

"Mine!"

Sunset's shoulders dropped, and her mouth opened. Frozen in the open space of danger, she watched ahead, seeing the fingers clamped onto the car. It hovered in the air with winding wheels. It made no difference to the chuckles that quaked like mortars.

"Bad idea getting in a car!" the voice echoed from behind the fleet of buildings, returning the car from the street whence it came. "It makes you more fun to chase. Just eating people? Not much sport in that. It's the anticipation of doing this where the fun is had."

Metal broke and screams rose. Doors plopped like wrappers onto the four-cornered street. There were dwindling cries, and then there were muffled shouts. Next came an audible swallow. One that echoed from the buildings and travelled through the alleyways.

I-It... it CAN'T be...

The car's front struck the road, crunching inward to its middle, collapsing onto its side. The windshield revealed empty streets. Eaten. They'd been eaten. By some monster. A creature not of this world. But who. But... what?

Hands slapped over the street as hills in the shapes of kneecaps crashed into the road. Both carried the hulking, crawling being who loomed over the district. Her lavish head whipped in the four directions. Scanning the fleeing city for any remains of a treat.

Sunset stumbled in shock away from the might and the mighty, the giantess, on her hands and knees, crawling around the city like a kid in a playset. Her head settled over the tops of the buildings. Leaning over one, she tilted her head, wiping it with a lick.

The side of the tongue smacked into a fleet of tiny figures, sandwiching them in the red flesh. It retracted into her maw. The giantess leaned her head back, swallowing, exposing the hill travelling down her throat.

"Mmm-hmm-mmh!" The giantess moaned as the weight of her tongue dropped out from her mouth, the limp bridge settling over her chin. Her hand lowered to her belly. Slapping it, dozens jostled inside of her. She whimpered, gasped, and wiggled her hips. "So many stuck inside of me! They'll have to label me a walking city after this!"

Lucky chuckled. Falling onto her ass, she leaned her back into a building, which slanted backward. Her head cocked to the side upon looking down her belly. "Though, I wonder how many more can fit in there. It must already be pree-eetty cramped in there already."

The giantess slapped a hand onto her stomach, a collection of screams muffling from within, bodies shifting and feet shuffling, and hands hitting. "Aww! Are all the little tinies pressed together in my gigantic belly? Is there a hill of people, now? All of you, stacked on top of each other, pressed into my walls, stretching my belly out."

Lucky did the unimaginable.

She inhaled a storm through her nose and sucked in her belly. Pulling her shirt over her abdomen, there, a series of bumps tickled through her abs. Groups strained against the inside of the stomach, stretching and pushing the lining, all to appear as a spot on the outside.

A finger appeared over the area and, tapping it, forced those inside back. Lucky exhaled, her stomach expanding into a healthy chub, the people, tucked together, spilling into the freedom of the added space. "Hmm. Never expected a dream to feel this real! But I wonder... what's better?"

The giantess pulled her shirt down, hiding the prison and crime, returning her to nothing more than a giant girl. Her mind wondered, and her eyes wandered forward. "A full tummy feels best. But should it be because of a bunch of small people?"

She hummed, and the shock wave blasted down the streets, its volume thinning in scattered alleyways. "Or because of a few bigger people? Knowing a town is inside of me is nice, but having a few, personal people, stuck inside of me is also sexy... huh, who's that?"

Sunset shuddered. The reclining giantess's gaze stumbled upon her. Those massive, teal eyes, affixing to her minuscule frame. The ground rumbled as the titan's hands smacked into the ground, crunching into it like sand. The giantess rose, towering above the building, casting a shadow that darkened the street.

Lucky stepped forward, her foot striking the center of the lane, sinking multiple feet into the asphalt. The top of her toe settled above the road, the spread of the nail caught in a glint. Sunset debated throwing herself atop it. Clinging to it. Hoping to hitch a ride on nothing more than the giantess's big toe.

But then she was forced to look up.

And that was an impossible task.

Lucky was massive. Her feet lifted as pavement and rubble drizzled from their underside. They spread and settled to each sidewalk, breaking into the fronts of buildings, bending them like clay, so they had space.

Sunset looked up. Over the sprawl of the denim legs to the width of hips that stole the space between opposing buildings. Each flick of her waist, that subtle switch of her frame, sliced into the structure, carving out the giantess's circular frame. Somehow, skin and bone chipped through pavement and brick, slicing off the edges of the roof like crust from a sandwich.

Parts of blocks fell from the carving and onto the street, pounding and wrecking the ground, stunning Sunset. Caught in the deepest darkness that a shadow could cast, she gazed up, high where the sky was supposed to be. Where the sun loomed.

What she found, instead, was Lucky's face, half-obscured by her clad chest, with a shadow dressed over her features. Lucky's hands dropped to her waist, punching through the roofs of buildings and pummelling through their upper floors, the wreckage of doors and stairs, chairs and desks, splashing out from the sides of the giantess.

Who sexually glared down at the tiny.

“Well, well, well.”

Lucky chuckled from her heights, aware of the shadow she cast, the space she consumed, the might she embodied, and the power she possessed. Sunset stood helplessly, powerless. She didn't cover an inch on the giantess. Could be pinned in the space between those toes and wiggled between like a wave pool.

She turned, starting to run.

“Nu-uh!”

Sunset dashed forward while seeing the shadow ahead stretch further down, the weight of a presence settling on her back. Something pinched her sides, and the ground lifted from her feet. She wiggled in the air, beating on the green fingertips. Rising high in the sky, slowing well above the various buildings.

And before the moon of her girlfriend's face.

It leaned to the side.

“Awww! Is my girlfriend the little one now?” Lucky chuckled with a boom that quaked through the air, holding Sunset with a thumb and index. The latter looked around at the sprawl of a palm that encompassed her. “Even your chest is smaller now. Is that even the same one as before?"

Sunset raised her eyebrows in seeing the approaching ship of a fingertip; the curve of its nail delicately nudged beneath her bust, raising the two golden melons. Her bra popped a button as her cups strained.

Then a mass settled forward with its discharge of wind and the whips of hair. Lucky's head turned as a sole eye focused on the tiny. She admired the chest, its heft and shape, the way it filled out her shirt. Lucky laughed. "Wow! So much time spent between, underneath and pinned by those. Though..."

The finger and face pulled away to their great heights as the ride resumed for Sunset. She was lowered between standing mountains. Immensities, nestled beneath the fabric, stretching out their gigantic shape. Two boobs that could consume the world in an earthquake with but a drop of their mass.

Sunset wouldn't live. No, she didn't dare to think of being placed back on the ground as the giantess laid forward, holding her naked breasts over the little one. She'd run as Lucky laid there, waiting, watching from above. When the time was right, when Sunset was center, the chest would drop, and a sea of green would consume the street, knocking aside buildings, their shape filling the space.

"Somehow..." Lucky began while snaking an arm beneath her chest, hoisting its great weight, the masses spilling across the forearm. “...I think mine are bigger.” She chuckled, then looked around. "You're going to be the main event. It'd be a shame to waste you now. But what should I do with you?"

Sunset gulped.

"Should I store you in my mouth?" Lucky hooked and tugged aside her lips, revealing the cavern of her mouth. Pulling Sunset closer, she washed a blast of warm breath over the little one. Sunset's hair fizzed backward as droplets of spit lathered her jacket. "Hmm. Naaa-aaah! Then I wouldn't be able to speak!"

Lucky's hand settled and rested across the track of her chest. "How about here? Tucked in my cleavage? How about pinned between my bra and my breast? Or would the full weight of a single boob feel better?"

She pursed her lips. "No. Because you could crawl around. Maybe escape." She broke into a smirk. "I've been around your chest, long enough, to know all the tricks. Safest place for you is inside my belly."

The hand hoisted Sunset to the pair of mint lips, which bunched together and filled outward, a smile of overwhelming flesh. Sunset grabbed the top lip in the need to hold something—as though she could stop the mouth from opening.

Lucky's fingers released. Sunset swung into the lips, dangling. Her hands clenched the squishiness. She was no better than a piercing, now. Hanging from a cliff of flesh. Lucky resumed speaking. "Stuck inside me," the words came slowly as the lips flexed precisely, the lips slicing apart, revealing a growing, dark chasm. "Unable to escape."

The unseen face tilted backward. Sunset's legs settled between the lips. Her hands released, and she fell—only to be slurped between the pair. Softness from above and below pressed into her stomach and back. Half inside dank moisture, half outside the cool skies.

"Buh yur mawh liwl gwirlfwriend..." Each syllable shook into the tiny as the lips stretched and compressed on her frame, a massage with every spoken word. "Awhnd sawhone spweical nweds to bwe khapt sawmwhre spwchial."

What the hell?

Sunset couldn't process the logic as the wide immensities collapsed, drowning her like a blanket to a bed, a beginning massage of warm wetness. Everything tightened as the drunken kiss deepened. Strangely enough, it relieved the tiny girl, nestled as she was. Turning her head, she kissed the ceiling.

It must have tickled, for the giantess giggles, before ceasing the exchange that proved their love.

This is just her having fun... so... she hasn't gone evil.

So... is this revenge?

Two fingers extracted Sunset from the pressed lips, a slip from between their tightness, holding her limpness. The giantess laughed and then leaned in for a final kiss. Slowly pulling away, her other hand raised. Pointing at Sunset, it turned and then pointed at Lucky's covered cleavage.

Oh, yeah.

There's going to be a LOT of revenge today.

The hand pulled back the ocean of the shirt's collar to reveal its interior. Like a vast well now opened, the view carried many levels below, where the dimmed top of creamy, olive bust loomed. Wide and bunched from being compressed in such a tight space.

The fingers serving as a crane brought the tiny over, hovering over the shirt's opening, beneath the giantess's chin. Sunset looked up at the giant, massive face of her smiling girlfriend. She winked, and the fingers released. Sunset plummeted through the air, transitioning from openness to closeness, shifting from bright to dim.

The bowl of the collar loomed above as a slant of light was cast across the boobs. Sunset fell within the area, smacking the green softness, bouncing across it, the smooth, jubilant surface. Slippery in its gloss, Sunset slid across the right orb, seeing over to the field of its sister.

Her own tits bunched against the ground of the mighty one.

I'm going to have a whole lot more empathy after this is over.

Sunset's destination was clear. The ground declined as the opposing mountain did the same. This was a hockey rink. Two of them, bound together, set inside a T-Shirt. It was like a stadium here—with the only opening being above.

A giant index finger was curved and hooked over the cloth ceiling, slowly retreating, before breaking to the surface beyond the collar. It snapped over the woman's chest, leaving the tiny stranded and naked. Left in the door, as light barely phased through the distant, dense stitching.

And then Lucky started to walk. Slowly. Powerfully. Each step jumbling her breasts. They dipped and rose and smacked and bounced Sunset around. Knocked from one boob to the other, ever closer to where they declined, feeling the contact of the foot power upward.

After being bounced from the left boob to the right, it came to be that she struck the sharpest curve. She slid down, falling into the depths between the breasts, catching near the center.

The boobs closed. Everything pressed and then compressed as the tightness suffocated. Sunset was flush against one boob as the other did the same against her back. Was Lucky... squeezing her tits together? Pushing her boobs through her shirt as she lorded over a city?

The pressure came, and the tension left, the monstrosities pulling away, a chasm of space opening. Sunset cried as the tightness beneath her feet pulled away, the thickest center of the boobs, coming to be pried apart. She fell from in-between the massive bust. Boobs, the size of mountains. The curvature of worlds.

"L-Lucky! I'm falling... I'm falling!" Sunset tried smacking herself from wall to wall, but as they pulled away, their undersides curved in the same direction. Small enough to fall through the bra's opening, Sunset fell from the fat breasts, the perfect amount of chub she loved on a girl. "Your shirt! The bottom of your shirt!"

Sunset fell in the area between the towering, trim, emerald stomach, and the sprawl of the opposing shirt. Had Lucky gone too far? Had her playful torment of her girlfriend gone too far? Would she press the massive boobs back together to catch her at the last second? It did not come, and space opened.

Sunset looked down to see her end. So many times, she'd teased Lucky in the same fashion. Now, the same wouldn't be... wait. Below, in the hazy curve of the waist downward, a hand appeared, a thumb hooking inside the waistband.

And pulling it back.

Sunset fell into a dive forward as stale air rustled through her air, a mixture of odour and destruction. The blurry wrist and hand pulled beyond the hem of the shirt, and below the latter, only the inside of the pants loomed.

The long, white slide of panties, followed by the inner curve between the woman's legs. So vast and wide in such a tight area. Right now, the world watched the giantess stand in the middle of the city. Pulling out the front of her pants, well beyond and around the bottom of her shirt, all to ensure that her little girlfriend landed inside.

And she did.

Sunset watched the distant dam of denim waistband float overhead as the wide slide of white rushed up to greet her. Striking the fabric deeply, it rebounded her, several feet into the air before she struck the underwear again.

Then came gravity's pull.

Sunset tried crawling up the firm white texture, ignoring its warmth and wetness, the frilly nature about it. It loomed behind her. Like a death star with a sole goal to devour. Over the waistband of the panties, the top of the jeans loomed. Clouds were painted above it.

Sunset slid downward. Catching speed and watching the waistband disappear fast. Smacking her hands onto the flat surface, they grabbed nothing as nothing could delay the ride. Flipping onto her back, Sunset faced forward and dared the view of her demise.

Lucky's pussy.

Large and tall and wide and thick. Two mounds curving out like hills with a chasm nestled between them. Below the great stretch of skin, the tease of her bottom loomed on the other side, a peek of the bottom of her cheek existing within the clothed dome.

SNA-AA-AP!

The thumb pulled to the sky, and the elastic of the waistband snapped around the hips of the giantess, securing the zone inside her clothing, flexing the panties against the crotch of the woman. Sunset felt the ground catapult with her to the titanic view of the pussy. Seeing it grow and near—until being slapped into their middle.

The green monster drooled at the sense of a treat, the massive folds stretching out and curving in. They captured Sunset like a fly in a Venus trap. She wiggled between the rubbing pair, pushing forward but slurped backward, a fight against impossible suction.

She nearly broke free to scale the pussy, to settle as high as she could on it, but something from the outside patted the cunt. Lucky had patted her cunt, the one devouring her love, who was drenched in dripping cum. That one tap knocked her between the folds, which crossed and closed, sealing the little one inside the cunny, where heat, musk, and sex brewed like the inside of a sauna.

Outside, the lips lazily drooled cum, a jacket caught within the thin waterfall, drizzling onto the arched plane of the panties. The lone black jacket contrasted strongly against the ivory frills. The underwear flexed with each step of tremendous green legs. They held the coat well.

Beyond the panties and pants, above it all where the goddess's head did loom, the giantess looked on to the rest of the city that had yet to escape. With a tickle from both her belly and her cunt, she realised that there were more places to fill, and an immensity of fun still to be had.