Lucky's Big Day!

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Sunset Shimmer, Principal Celestia, Original Character, Fetish, Rarity, Romance, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex
Length: 17681

Lucky is always the one tiny! Swallowed and stored and used! It's not so much she minds... but it would be nice if SHE was BIG for a change! What's this? A spell has left the tiny as a giantess? Watch out, little city!

Lucky is always the one tiny! Swallowed and stored and used! It's not so much she minds... but it would be nice if SHE was BIG for a change!

What's this?

A spell has left the tiny as a giantess?

Watch out, little city!

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Published 2021-12-20 17:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2022-02-17 19:17:42 UTC

II | Inside the Cereal

~ II ~
Inside the Cereal

Rarity narrowed her eyes at the bouncing nuisance to her right. The line in Sugarcube Corner stretched from the counter to the doors, with her and Pinkie set at its middle. The wait had grounded to a halt. Rarity didn't mind the stillness. However, what had started with a tapping foot with her friend soon grew into two tapping feet.

Pinkie then leaned forward and back on her thumping feet before bending and rising on her knees, crouching then standing, before hopping in place. The girl would turn into a rocket if the excitement continued, blasting through the ceiling.

"P-I-N-K-I-E!" Rarity cried with a stomp and crossed her arms. Her hair swung one way as her head shook another. “Would you please settle yourself!”

Pinkie hopped in the air itself. "But I caa-aan't!"

“And pray, tell me, what has you so jittery!?”

"Because it's our turn to be eaten, this time!"

Rarity's shoulders dropped, and her eyes flashed to her friend. "Come again?"

"You know that little girl, Lucky? Not that she's little-little, like a little girl, but that she's small, and little, but very much quite grown up!" Rarity blinked through the confusion of the words. "And, well, we don't even have to worry about confusing the different meanings of little with her now. Because she's anything but little. In, like, every category possible!”

Rarity uncrossed her arms as the stress of somehow being devoured vanished. "Seriously, dear, this is Lucky Star we're speaking of? I very much doubt they've found a way to increase her size—much less growing her into a giant." She raised an eyebrow. "Even if magic struck again, I doubt she's the type to suddenly begin a rampage."

Though I certainly wouldn't blame her if she was hungry for a piece of revenge, Rarity sunk into her passage of thoughts. I'm sure everyone has had their taste of her. She was certainly sweet on my tongue. Layered with cheese, sprinkled with salt, and sandwiched between crackers. A delightful, sophisticated snack for moi.

Rarity immersed herself in memories.

How my tongue poked at her from between the crackers, washing over her in my warm breath, removing layer and layer of cheese until her salted skin blessed my tip. Slowly cracking away at the sides of the crackers and severing parts of her home. Breaking and gnawing that immense ship between my teeth as she watched.

Warmth discharged from between her thighs, and she rubbed them together, feeling and hearing the sliding of leggings on leggings.

Then the pull of the back of my throat as her ship sailed across the undulation of my tongue, tucked and pulled into the black expanse, her and her alone. How my throat hugged her downward as I finished my meal. Nothing quite supersedes when she's squeezed into your belly—especially one as tight as mine.

Subconsciously, her hand lowered to her stomach, swirling a finger through the fabric of her top, feeling her abdomen clenched at the contact—like prison bars wrapping and tightening around its cell.

Only thing to improve the experience would be hot cocoa.

Drop the little dear into a lukewarm cup and proceed to sip. The feeling of being squeezed would be heightened by the warmth. Knowing she's inside me, in my tight torso, swimming in the sway of my strides. A pool of cocoa tucked inside of me. My, what a delightful thought.

"Perhaps I should find her again today," Rarity's words filtered through her mouth. "I have a swell idea that she might not mind."

Earthquakes rocked the ground. People shuffled into each other. The tempo grew slower but nearer. Each shove wave jolted everyone higher. Soon. The monster was near. Its shadow and weight phased through the structure itself.

Lights cracked, and chandlers struck the floor.

The room darkened.

And the hushed whispers couldn't overcome the imposed silence.

"It's time for Lucky to find us!" Pinkie cheered as, during the quakes, her feet had been glued to the floor. Leaning back and forth, they refused to unstick. "And insinuated of going into our tummies, we'll be going into her very big great one!"

Rarity wanted to doubt the notion. But the claps of fingertips wrestled the corner of the ceiling. Taps that pounded across the roof, shaking the foundations. Dust sprayed downward as light funnelled from the canopy.

All looked to the above to the corner as, like a flap to a box, it was ripped and torn to the side, metal and bars inching upward like a platform. The roof slanted high and to the left. The blue, open sky bloomed. Then a shadowy face stole the space.

The dimness of a giantess.

"Well, well, well!" Lucky chuckled into a hand, but the force of the laugh seeped between her fingers, a blast of air carried through the huddled tinies. "Should have known that Sugarcube Corner would be like one big cereal box! There are so many different colours there. Lots of various tastes to make a fruity breakfast!"

The frost of shock zapped Rarity. Her bones became slick with frozen slime as her neck cracked several times while looking toward the door. On reaching the door, she tried the handle, and smacked her shoulder into the frame. She was the first to burst through the crowd, shuffling between the tightness of people.

It didn't budge.

Something shadowy pressed against the glass. Closer inspection revealed it to be the hill of a fingertip. Behind and above, the giantess craned her head over. "Nu-uh-huh! No escape for any of you. But... tell you what."

Lucky chuckled and looked around the surrounding biome. "I'll look for an interestingway to devour you all. While I do that, everyone is more than welcomed to try the door. I promise to only use my finger to hold you back. Anyone who makes it outside may consider themselves safe." She laughed. "Any players?"

A swarm struck the door as bodies piled into bodies as the wave mounted on the frame. It groaned and bent from the invading weight. The fingertip poised on the other side remained firm. Even once the whole of the bakery had settled against it, all the finger did was flex a little, adding extra security.

It'd been a twisted ploy.

And then a shadow fell over them all.

The hand reached into the cage and curled over them all, the fingers curving from the walls to the door before closing in. Everyone backed before the hand clenched into a fist. All were captured within it. Raised with the dome of skin and bone and hoisted from the safety of their usual habitat.

It was tight and stuffy and hot inside the fist. Bodies splayed together and against the firm wall of palm and fingers. Screams and shouts echoed from without. Light dredger as the fist loosened its grip. Steel swooped and glinted below. A dome that took them whole as they were poured through the hand's opening into it.

Bodies toppled and clumped into hills that spread out across the bottom of the bowl. Most shuffled and rolled to their own zones and freedom. Sunlight came through the halo above. Then an obstruction came to lord over them all.

"People's cereal! Or, just people cereal.” Lucky's dimmed face watched them all scramble and slink away from each other. Few reached the curve of the bowl and attempted to climb the steepness—only to slide down, sometimes knocking and taking others with them, back into the dense group below. "Each piece, a living person. All ready to pass through my mouth and be stored in my tummy. This should be fun!"

Rarity laid on her back with Pinkie next to her, somehow cuddled underneath her arm as the two looked up. Lucky appeared to be sitting on her knees on the street, using the roof of another building as a table. The top of a water tower peeked to the left of the bowl's rim.

Lucky's hand wrapped around it and broke it free of its metal bindings with a twist and a lift. Rarity's heart hammered. They laid at the center of the bowl. The jug tipped over them, a dam worth of stored water sliced onto them like a waterfall.

"Don't worry." The metal tin hovered over the rim of the tome, settling its crook on its support. Lucky tapped a finger on its tip. "I'll pour slowly and safely. The water should still be warm from sunlight exposure. It's no fun hurting tinies, after all."

The finger inched above the tower's tip and, with a flick downward, punched through metal and sliced the end off. A swirling, concerted wave spreading into the open air, the jug tilted upward.

The torrent bore down and splashed and clashed across the bowl. Everyone stood as it passed between their legs, rising steadily as the tremendous jug continued to pour. Lucky held it steadily, a glint in her eyes, a lick to her lips. The water rose from their waists to their shoulders as they watched the steam thin and spread toward them.

They came to tread water and float as the water thinned before the tower pulled back. Lucky set it on the road next to her, a water bottle for later, maybe. Then looking to her left, a giant spoon kept attached to a sign. Silverware and Sofa. Breaking it free with a click, she dipped the spoon into her bowl of cereal.

This cannot be real. This simply can not be possible. It must be a dream of another. Or a nightmare of my creation. Is this punishment for the delight in devouring a life? The glee that comes from that power and the bliss that comes from subtle but overwhelming domination?

The water lapped at Rarity's shoulders as she treadled the water and kicked elegantly. Twirling in the pool, a sparkle of others floated around her, trying to keep above the surface. The water level splashed onto the distant, arched walls, washing backward.

Something descended. Rarity watched the metal battleship lower from the skies and slice into the water like a sword, twisting beneath the surface and straightening, lifting beneath the slide of people. Waves rocked from the force of precision. A mobile titanic handled by deft fingers.

Waves bobbed everyone back as the metal island rose from beneath the waters, falling people streaking down from its rim. Cries and shouts rose over the sea as a few swam out from the created pool. A few bodies fell within the falls back into the expansion. Those lifted too high, however, tread the water carried by the spoon.

And they, in turn, were carried into the gaping, waiting mouth of the hungry giantess. Much like a child excited for breakfast, or a lazy teen speeding through a bowl while watching T.V, the giantess denied all a second of preparation.

There'd been doubt this had been for real. Rarity watched from the depths of the bowl to the hazy sight above, that spoon soaring into the open mouth, which closed on contact as the lips settled onto it. The utensil dragged backward, softness removing water and person.

Lucky's head bent backward as wilds of her hair flushed forward and over her shoulders. Her free hand cast each aside to reveal the eminence of her throat. The girl closed her eyes, then swallowed, an audible gulp bubbling across the waters.

Clump after clump formed and bulged the exposed throat. Balls of water carrying people sent on a stark descent into the depths of the giantess. Lucky nommed the little ones with delight. Smugness blessed her eyes open.

Her head became the ceiling of the bowl. Those treading the water looked up to the cheeks and forehead and eyes and nose set over them. Lucky smiled. Her exhale blew like steam over a sauna. Wisps lingered over the water, the warmth and breath, locked in by the blockade of the overhead face.

A group of people floated beneath the pair of eyes; the giantess pushed out her lips and stuck out her tongue, the thick bridge arching downward, its tip a couple of feet over the surface. Planted on it was a woman, clinging to the flesh for dear life.

The group of floaters reached out their hands to the woman, who released an arm from squeezing the squishiness. Just as their fingers brushed, the lips snapped over the woman, kissing the group.

Lucky swallowed. It sounded boomed and reverberated off the bowl's walls. Those hovering beneath the throat watched the creation of a bump as it was pumped downward. The group screamed, but the lips opened again, creating a vacuum that sucked a tide into the awaiting maw. The trio tried to swim away, but the wave knocked and rose and carried them back. The lips sealed on them again. Another swallow. The mouth turned sideways and streaked across the pond.

Rarity watched the tip of the nose slice across the water while, on the other side, the chin shoved Pinkie aside. A streak of people cried at the incoming maw and found themselves in darkness: proceeded by a swallow.

Would the same become of her? From the open water to a pond inside a fleshy cavern? Sucked further back into the back of a throat that would send her into the depths of another woman? To pass behind a chest far larger than her own and locked behind the subtle chub that composed the giantess's stomach.

Part of her groaned and part of her moaned.

There'd been that joy in doing the same. In knowing a tiny was snaking behind the greatness of her bust and being stored in the center of her hourglass figure. In truth, there was plentyRarity wanted to do with the little one. Keeping her trapped within her stomach while striding across the beach in a bikini was one of them. Wearing her in a necklace dangled over her white valley, another.

But that wouldn't come to be as the giantess lifted to unleash her tongue. The greatness and thickness of the appendage slapping like an island into the water's surface. It pummelled the remaining survivors underwater. Then it lapped at them like a dog at a water bowl. Person by person sipped and swallowed until there were none left.

I'm all alone.

Something stirred beside her.

Rarity looked to see Pinkie, also drenched in her clothes, wearing giddiness on her features.

Scratch that. I'm all alone with Pinkie Pie.

Rarity closed her eyes as it was better not to see the end. She could do nothing. Taken into the mouth of the giantess and swallowed, she would be the one of many inside that tight tummy, forced through the motions of their captor.

Something dipped into the water, and the world shook and rose, alleviation gaining like a plane ascending. Rarity, however, couldn't help but speak. Offer her prayers in her final words. "Please. L-Lucky... please."

Her eyes opened as she stared up at the growing face of a friend.

"Please don't eat us!"

The spoon stopped in its ascent as the pair of eyes narrowed and locked on the remnants. The side of her face swooped close to the two, blinking in familiarity. Then, with a laugh, she pulled the duo. "No way! It's you two! I didn't know you visited Sugar Cube Corner in the mornings, Rarity."

Rarity breathed and exhaled, then did so again, carrying metaphorical bricks out from her. Resting a hand on her soaked top, she spoke. "Not... usually. Pinkie, here, had a craving. I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't indulge her in a pit stop—though, knowing what I do now, perhaps I wouldn't seem so terrible."

Pinkie rolled her eyes and snuggled into Rarity's shoulder. "Oh! So you would feel okay if it was only me eaten?”

"Not at all!" Rarity's hand lowered down her chest. “Though, dear, you do show some excitement for the affair. But like the terrible friend that I am, I would have forced you to wait for your treats—at least until all of our shopping was had."

Rarity swallowed.

Then trembled.

When the giantess did the same.

"P-Pray, t-t-tell me dear, is all of this... f-for some kind of joke?" Rarity shut her eyes and clenched every muscle. "R-Rather, t-those you've eaten, surely you don't intend to..."

"Digest them? 'course not!" Lucky snickered into her palm. "This might be one really vivid dream, but I could never do something overly cruel! Just don't have it in me." She shook her head. "Everyone's always having fun and forcing me around. N-Not that I mind! Just... it's nice to finally be the one large and large. Like with Sunset!"

A blush accompanied Lucky's giggles.

"Sometimes, she'll just swallow or stuff me on her person, not giving me a chance to think or say anything at all." Lucky's shoulder slunk close to her chest as her arms trailed down her front. There was the stretching of elastic and the shuffling of denim. "Not that I dislike it. She would totally let me out if I wanted it. But still. Getting eaten and dropped into pants on a whim? Sometimes a girl craves a little revenge."

Lucky flicked higher above as she rested further on her legs, enough to raise and push out her hips. Did she... have a hand down her pants? "So that's why I tossed dear ol' Sunset down my panties. Have you pinned right against my slit. It gets her every now and again. I can feel my pussy try to gobble her up."

The giantess hummed, teasing the tiny girl in her underwear, using a finger to play with her.

"Now I understand why she leaves me with her crotch so much. With every stride, I can feel the flex of my pants and panties wedging her into my slit. She tries to fight against them, but sometimes she sinks beneath my folds. I get excited when I feel her crawl out, forced to push against the smallest area of my panties. She tries to climb to the top, holding onto my clit, only to be knocked back down. It's an ongoing game in my pants. One that she's going to lose."

The snap of pants and panties followed.

"And once she's been swallowed inside my cunt? I'll be the one to never lose her."

Rarity looked to the metal borders of the spoon, to the blinding light beyond them.

Suddenly, I don't feel so ashamed of my thoughts or that I have taken this fantasy far enough.

"Which brings me to you two!" The background of the city blurred as the spoon fell. It splashed into the water and sank, the metal rims sinking. Their pond became a pool again. "All I've eaten so far have been meanies and strangers. I haven't had a chance to devour a friend. At least, not yet."

The sides of the object shifted and jostled as enormous hands settled on the bowl, raising it from the roof and into the air. Lucky's face shadowed over them as it grew in size and decreased in the distance. Her chin levelled with the rim, lowering until the underside of a lip took its place.

The bowl tilted up, and the water narrowed downward.

A current swept through and underneath the girls as, faraway at the dome's edge, the water seeped into the slit between the lips. The maw slowly opened with constant gulps nearing in sound. Pinkie raised her arms and went with the slide; Rarity turned and paddled upstream.

"Weee-heee!"

Hell. Stuck in a bowl as a giantess drank the water leftover from her cereal. Rarity looked down and further across the bowl, seeing the pink speck fly over the rim and between the lips, disappearing into the temple. Chugged without a difference to the tempo; no real difference between this swallow and the one before.

Lucky had drunk Pinkie without missing a beat.

And the same will become of me.

Rarity kicked and stroked through the lake as shadows approached. Two monolithic lips, above and below, each impossibly thick. With a subtle suck, they plucked her inside. The mouth sealed and darkness neared.

Rarity closed her eyes... until a glow rested on her lids.

She opened her eyes to find herself floating highly. Left and right, the walls warmed in a pink hue. Sparkles of white spread over the pillars of teeth, capturing them, nearly, in a neon light. Below, the serpent rose slowly, twisting and turning, a red sea creature rose from its slumber.

It curved within the water upward, like a circling eel that searched its prey, the tip of the tongue the most intelligent part. Rarity screamed to the production of bubbles that burst into fragments of the sound. Before she had time to swim away, the head of the cylinder smacked into her, knocking her aside through the water.

Rarity panicked and reached for anything—kneading something soft, squishy, and dense. It barrelled forward and yanked her along. Her side smacked and bounced and settled against the side of the beast, shooting through the open water of the mouth's cavern.

I just feel like nothing more than a pinch on her tongue.

Looking over the slope of the muscle's side, Rarity climbed over it delicately, pulling herself hand by hand during the ride. Reaching the top, she clenched two handfuls of the tongue, seeing the distant bars of teeth, the jaw that was lowering.

Revealed was the back of the giantess's lips.

Let me out. You've had your fun. You're nothing more than a child flicking the cereal in her mouth with her tongue. Let me out. Don't swallow me like how you swallowed the rest. Go be a kid somewhere else. Please. I beg of you.

The tip of the tongue smashed into the back of the lips, the momentum carrying her forth, floating through the volume of water before the lips. Rarity glided into them, each in a purple hue. Sinking into their plushness, she rebounded, though held onto their flesh. She crawled downward to their narrowest slit.

And then she swam into it.

I survived your trap. Played along with you. Now let me leave.

Rarity swam into the crevice and wiggled into the tightness, the lips meshing over her, rolling her as though they were spreading lipstick. After enough flailing, a space appeared, light and air, and the downpour of breath.

The tiny broke through and rested onto her back, looking up to the rising hills of cheeks and the two domes that were the underside of a nose. Slices of eyes looked down upon her. Lucky held the water in her mouth.

"T-There! Everyone always makes it a game with you! Now I have endured yours!" Rarity panted heavily for reasons beyond exhaustion. It was an underwater cavern inside that mouth. Inside the mouth of another person. "Don't they usually let you go if you succeed?"

Lucky's response was for her lips to suck the miniature woman back in—an inward plop followed by an outward one. Rarity was sucked in and plopped out, rubbed between the lubricated lips. She cried. Calls of a name, fragmented, on every entry and exit.

And it took a short time for the used and abused to realise her arousal.

Rarity felt massaged and dominated. Her chest flattened and her ass pressed. The whole of her being, compressed by lips, sucked and blown by one capable of devouring her home. Before she had known it, a tongue snaked between her jean-clad legs. Nuzzling between her thighs, it found its place at their crux.

Whimpers whispered. Delight enjoyed as the immense weight mounted onto her crotch. The tip pushed her shirt up, the bumps of heated taste buds tickling across her skin. She continued to be sucked forward and back. Kissed all and all as the head of the beast impaled itself into her crotch.

Digging, wiggling, and grinding her black lingerie into her needy folds. In a second of pause that left the girl slumped backward on the lips, the tiny wiggled her waist on and off the bottom lip, sliding her pants down into the open water.

The tongue pulled away as the denim floated into the dark reaches of the living tank. Her fingers slid over the bones of her hips and snagged the hem of her underwear. She was thankful the vast expanse of the mouth was filled with water.

The black panties slid down white, kicking legs, a spread of bubbles around them, until cast into the sea. The tongue promptly dove back into the nakedness of the little one, devouring them. Licking at that sweet, tiny spot, which stripped the elegant girl of her composure.

Oh, to HELL with it!

Rarity wrapped her legs around the head of the tongue and dragged her crotch across its surface. It burned like a wide, wet lick, with round protrusions to focus her thrusts on. The lips clenched on her being, squeezing her chest and ass, nearing flattening the great softnesses they once were. Once consumed, the lips then released her, permitting the lady to reenter the globe of water. The tongue arched in the expanse of the dome, with the tiny woman riding its top.

Now free of constraints, the tiny hugged the end of the beast, meshing her chest into the flesh. She hugged it like she would a body pillow, the peach of her ass exposed behind. Her cheeks compressed and spread as her legs dragged across the sides of the uncaring monster.

Rarity drew herself forward and back, dragging herself across the coarse surface, squeezing to sink into the flesh, tightly until its softness resisted her. It burned like a heated blanket and was smoothly rough over her skin. Her pussy twitched hotter at the rising pressure. She humped the tongue furiously.

Rarity was a specimen, now. She imagined what she must have looked like, too, tiny and in the center of a snow globe, a white, hourglass figure, grinding like a dog does against their bed. Her pump, white ass, stretching and expanding, rocking forward and back with the force of her thrusts. Seeping into each other as she went inward and pushing back out when she went outward. Simply a hot figure, turned animalistic, seeking pleasure—and be sated.

Rarity's arms and legs released the object. She leaned back as white blossomed like a mist from her crotch. She came to float, the world no longer mattering, oxygen, a passing thought, as the orgasmic bliss tingled.

She did not care. Not even for the vacuum that opened to her right. Her mind did not mind as a vortex formed to her right. It took her for a spin within the swirling currents, carrying her to the distant abyss. Everything went dark and silent, except for a gulp and a swallow, one that blasted and resounded, the squishy sounds of beating flesh forming around her.

Rarity did not care even then, with arms bound to her sides by the clumps of flesh that composed the throat, the ones that crinkled as they took her downward. She was a bulge in another woman's throat, set to be cast in the center of her being, trapped behind a cute tummy.

No.

Because now she knew.

This was how Lucky felt each time she was devoured.

And now, she would not mind switching sides.

It was never... about devouring someone else... but rather... the act of someone being devoured...

III | Role Reversal

~ III ~

Role Reversal

Sunset exploded with a burst of slime from the tall, pink lips, which curved and wiggled from the jostles of the giantess's step. Steam floated from her body. Cum drenched her hair. Clothes had been made see-through as the overwhelming juices glued them to her skin.

Would this be it? Sunset slunk forward from the base of the cunny, her hands set on each lip, fighting their closing force. Weak, tired, and beaten, she knew if the pussy slurped her now—she would be sucked and thrown into its depths.

Always tossing my girlfriend in my underwear... and now HER gigantic pussy is about to eat me whole. Can't... believe... THIS is the thing I used to pleasure with a finger. That I needed to squint at it to see it. Now, no matter where I look, I can't get it out of my view.

She panted in her lover's fumes.

If she dragged her crotch over a school, the whole structure, and everyone in it, would be carved and caved inside her cunt. I'm nothing compared to it. Maybe. Maybe... I should give up. Let it take me, eat me, and store me away forever inside of it.

Sunset chuckled as her hands fell to her sides, and crinkling forces suckled her backward, suck after suck, as more of her body disappeared behind the titanic folds.

I have to give it to Lucky. You never really know how much she goes through until you're in her place. The fact she never gives up... is pretty crazy. Stored in boobs for mountains and underwear made into canyons. The number of times she's fought against my pussy even though the odds of her winning are impossible—she deserves a lot more respect. That, and less of me calling her lazy.

Just as the final slurp set to draw Sunset into the tunnel of the cunt, a light emerged from above, the descending of two silos set against the expanse of the underwear. Prying the folds apart, they pumped into the space, the fingertips fishing around the crevices of the cunny.

Shudders and moans pounded and blared.

The fingertips glossed over her like a dumb monster licking around to taste and test its surroundings. Finding and tapping her against the pouch, they pinned Sunset to the ground, which flexed beneath her. She was pinched, then slipped from the lips, dragged across the stitching of the panties, and lifted from the jeans' waistband.

Daylight. Openness. And freshness flooded the senses. Sunset breathed the wind and spread her arms in the freedom around. Of course, her arms fell on the edges of the nails, and she was flying faster than any person should.

Until being held like a tic tac before the monstrosityof her girlfriend.

It was at that moment going to shout... that her voice died. She looked to the monster lying on her side, the bulk of her chest demolishing the most prominent intersection in the city. Her backside and legs flew and consumed a great way down the street, carving asphalt and splitting cars, a series of buildings uprooted from their foundations, slanted and learning together, a series of fires rising from them all.

It was at that moment, in seeing the size and might, the power and the willingness of the goddess... that Sunset had wished to be lost inside her cunt instead. To be safe inside destruction itself. Kept close to the surface to see the distant wall of panties working into the cliff of a crotch. Cradled by pink, undulating walls, rocked by the rumbles of a step and swayed to the strides of confident hips.

She wasn't ready to be sucked into the womb of the giantess, a place where she might never be able to escape, at the innermost, tightest section of the woman. But it was better to be an inch in someone over hundreds of feet. To be kept safely inside them instead of dangerous beneath or outside them.

Lucky looked down at her like a lounging goddess, set to enjoy her latest offering, which was another person meant for pleasure. The giant laughed to herself. Then, in drawing her close, those plump, large lips consumed her being in a fraction of a second.

"Well, well well," Lucky chuckled to herself once more, curling her hand around the tiny, consuming her in the confines of a fist. Sunset's arms were locked to her waist. "It looks like we finally have some time to enjoy each other. I was worried what I would do if I played with you first. I had so much... energy and desire."

She gestured her free hand to the remains of the city. "You can see what it caused me to do." Sunset looked on in awe at the destruction. Beside the giantess laid a dome with a spoon in it. Dots of clothes remained in the remaining water. "If it caused me to do all of this... t-then I worried..." Lucky licked her lips and then swept her tongue up on Sunset's face. “...what it would cause me to do to you.”

The hand drew Sunset to the lips, which opened and blew a warm, long exhale scented like intent. The tiny felt fear. How many had seen that mouth for the last time? As they spoke, how many people piled together in that cavernous belly?

She kept the rest of her body intact. No movements, not the tiniest bulge from inside the giantess's top. Sunset had only swallowed and played with a girl. Nothing more than that in the ordinary world. But Lucky? She had gone and engulfed a city.

And left the rest of her body for Sunset.

“That does, however, leave what I'm going to do with you.” Lucky laughed and tugged a finger down the front of her shirt. She held the tiny over the opening, letting her see the rolling, emerald mounds. "Should I leave you with my chest? Forced to contend with endless bounces of squishiness?"

Lucky ticked her teeth and flounced her hair. Her hand returned to pinching Lucky. She hoisted her over the arc of her side and the inward curve of her back. Sunset gasped as her eyes bulged at the impossible. Sprawling landscapes of ascending denim stretching to compress endless compression of beautiful dough.

The backside shone in a hue of indigo from the sunlight. Deeply woven textures heated both from the sun and the rounded clumps of minty ice cream. The fabric breathed. Expanding. Retracting. An amazing raise, dip, then rise again.

The denim lightly sunk into the cleft between the mountains, a tease of the depths to be revealed. Hair shuffled, and fabric rustled as a watchtower turned over the border of a shoulder to the held little one.

Lucky looked at the tiny from over her side and shoulder, beaming with a grin, lowering her little girlfriend to the jeans' waistband. That dense border of blue with a slice of black between fabric and skin. It would be enough for the little creep to wiggle through. Then it would be a day-long romp through the curves and rolls of the contained backside.

"You've always been an ass girl, haven't you, Sunset?" A finger flew beside Sunset and touched down into the skin, wiggling into that space, opening it further. Sunset gazed into the reveal—seeing the hint of mint within. "Always checking out others when you don't think I'm looking. I can never provide you with much when I'm small. But now... there's more than enough to satisfy you for a lifetime."

The hand brushed against the opening, settling at its base, the fingers releasing their pressure. Sunset could make the jump. Leap into that opening and pass the tugging finger. Begin her ascent at the bottom of the right cheek while a denim ceiling loomed like the night sky.

All while her girlfriend laid forward on an open road, swimming her legs in the air, shifting and squishing her cheeks, altering the terrain for the miniature adventurer entrapped within her pants. To follow creamy hills and slide down the depths of their divide.

"Of course," Lucky began while pulling her girlfriend away, coming to sit on her massive rump, opening her legs to the paradise between. She held her itty girlfriend before her crotch. "You could always go back and let my pussy take you whole. So much time teasing it, pleasing it, but never quite captured inside of it."

Sunset felt the finger pushed into the crotch, feeling the thick lips through the fabric, dragged across their length. It was a blur of denim, its density thickening the hidden labia. It rolled greater than any hill—with the amused expression of a goddess above.

"Trapped inside my pussy, centred with my body, sliding all inside of me as I walked." Lucky moaned louder at her words, rocking her hips to Sunset's rubbing. "Tucked deeper and deeper until no fingers could ever reach you. Mhmm. Knowing that my big, badass girlfriend, the hottest body in all the world... is submerged in my cunt, slowly sucked in by my womb, unable to escape all that is me."

That had been enough to set the giantess off. Sunset was lifted from the crotch, stained with wetness and musk, aching and feeling used. Her body was lifted to an awaiting palm, which she was draped over, the fingers previously holding her...

...now undressing her.

Sunset didn't fight it. Didn't deny it. Her every inch of skin burned to be touched and lathered in love. It was always her being the big one, the aggressive one, who decided how everything went and always secured in power.

And she was tired of being the one on top.

Two fingers pinched at her shirt and bra and, with a yank, Sunset was pulled upward before the fabric and material tore. She fell back on the ground with an index finger pressing down on her chest. It rolled her over, forcing Sunset onto her back. Her legs kicked in the air, but the finger lifted from her back and, with a twin, pinched her legs together.

And tugged outward.

Slowly, surely, her pants and panties pulled down her lemon legs, revealing her bare bottom and thighs, the dense, squishy things that housed Lucky on more than one occasion. Once the fingers removed the last articles of clothing, Sunset was free to crawl across the plane, coming to the center of it.

Sunset laid on the center of the held palm, set miles in the air from the giantess, who peered at her with interest, with amusement, the full scale unable to be captured by vision. The smallest thing, like how her cheeks bunched from a smile, was like watching a mountain morph into existence.

"I still can't get over it."

The words pounded loudly, and gales blew quickly across the palm. Sunset raised a hand to defend herself—but the winds blew it back. Everything darkened as the giantess leaned closer. She peered with glee at the tiny.

"So many places your body held me," commented the giant. "Your boobs were always mountains that I could never quite squeeze. Your ass was a canyon I never had enough time to fully explore. Hiding in your clothing was like exploring another world. But now... it's strange to see what once was so big... now so tiny.

The giantess fell back and towered once more, lowering the palm to chest level, which was precisely where Sunset started looking. Her eyes exploded as the size of the distant rack. The way it strained the fabric, stretching it to define its shape, how it could knock down cities and crush mountains.

All that power in a hefty squeeze.

"Aw! Does my little girlfriend like my big titties? They must be pretty big now—much bigger than yours." The giantess laughed, and her chest bounced with them, beating against the shirt for release. "Too bad you were shrunk—then they really would be massive for you."

She hummed. "But now... what kind of girlfriend am I? Not letting you play with a big ol' fat chest." Without warning, the hand drew close to the giantess's mouth, with lips licked before the passage opened. "Just hide out here for a moment, will you?"

It wasn't a request. The palm popped the tiny into the mouth, which closed after the little one fell through. The giantess removed her shirt and tossed it aside, the fabric catching on to a building, which leaned to the side from the weight, darkening the view through its windows.

Then the giantess's arms crossed over her back, undoing her bra and, with a click, the article went loose. Pulled down at the cups, the giantess dropped them onto the street, their padding flattening a parked car.

She then looked down at her bust and, opening her mouth, stuck out her tongue. Sunset clung to it but slid down its wetness. Her attempts to crawl up the pink bridge were met with failure as she looked.

All she could see was the chasm of minty boobs.

Sunset finally fell from the tongue, pawing at the air for the lips of her girlfriend, who slurped the tongue with a smile. Turning in the air, Sunset looked downward, seeing the massive boobs hanging free. Her eyes widened in fear of their squish being enough to break her fall.

On either side, though, sprawling arms neared into focus, coming to push into the sides of the mountains, forcing them together. The giantess wiggled her cleavage about, aiming the slit for her falling friend. Its divide grew the closer it neared. Sunset closed her eyes and braced for impact, shooting inside the cleavage, slowed by smooth, squishy walls, which tightened the deeper she sunk.

And then, with a final jiggle across the pair, the boobs had swallowed her, mounted and all, and remained. Sunset wiggled within the warm darkness, drenched in sweat and odour. Holy light shone from above.

Sticking an arm out from the closed pocket, Sunset gripped a handful of squish, using it to pull herself upward. She twisted as she did so, her own tits bunched against her chest, dwarfed and demolished by the twins that could constitute a country.

The more she climbed, the less the boobs pressed, and the greater the open space became. Once she had slipped through the tightness, she was able to stand on the bubble of the joined breasts. She crawled up the final curve of the right, feeling the ground wobble.

Until she collapsed across its top.

"Looks like you have the endurance to replace me after all."

Sunset held a hand over her face to block the light. Hearing that voice, however, she moved it, starting up into the eyes of her girlfriend. She chuckled, dropping her arm to the side. "I'm not quite sure I'm up to your standard, yet. One thing is for sure, though. You're getting a lot more credit from me after this."

"Now you wonder why I'm always so tired."

"How can you be tried? All you did was climb my boobs all day." Sunset chuckled after mocking herself. "Even being stored in your panties takes it out of you. Doesn't matter if you know that everything will be okay in the end. The size, everything that happens in the simplest thing—I don't know how you aren't lazier than you normally are."

Lucky giggle. "Your gigantic body gives me the strength to go on."

"Looks like it's my turn to repay the favour." Sunset sat up after catching her breath. She cracked her neck, stretching her arms. "You've been keeping yourself pretty wound tight. I don't think you finished even once since you've had me in your pants." She blinked and stared upward. "I'm the only one you've put in your pants, right?"

Lucky rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"Good."

"But I did eat most of our friends, though." Lucky slapped her stomach to the jostling of many inside. She rocked herself in place, making her stomach dance, twirl around, taunting those inside her prison. "They'll be okay. It must be a dogpile inside of me now. At least everyone will know how it feels to be inside of someone now."

Holy fuck is that fucking hot.

Sunset fought down her blush and decided that logic could wait until after sex. And that was what was coming. She had over a hundred feet of girlfriend to please. Big boobies and the greatest ass ever to be crafted, however, had their enjoyment go both ways.

"Hey, Luck?"

"Yeah?"

"Since I'm always the one making the call," Sunset started. "How would you like to be the one to call the shots?"

Lucky bit her bottom lips inward, fuming with temperature; the password said that unleashed the beast. The giantess laid back on the street, crushing car after lamppost, and once she had settled, her hand loomed over the girl sitting on her breast.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Sunset had seen the hand drop from the sky, smacking onto her into a dome of darkness, the dim cover of a palm above. She was flattened to the breast, rubbed at first, feeling the wobbles of the voluminous squish. The hand felt around the sphere, lowered to its bottom, where it was thickest, heaviest, and was exactly where the tiny was squeezed repeatedly.

"I've waited for so long to do this..." Lucky dreamily muttered as she kneaded herself with her girlfriend in tow. "To have our roles reversed and you be the tiny one. To have tickles all over my body. To enjoy me in all the ways I've enjoyed you."

The pressure relented. The boob relaxed to its normal shape. The hand rose above the towering breast, letting Sunset see its tip from the sky. Then the grip holding her released, and she plummeted, falling next to the spire, warmed by the rising air.

Sunset pelted the ground, bounced by its sponginess, coming to sink in a little patch. Next to her, the ground hardened and became firm, pink land built toward the breast three times her size. She rose to her feet and looked up at the challenge.

While, far away, the giantess watched on.

"Do you think you'll be able to handle it?" Lucky's voice flew through the zone like it was the wind itself. "Because my other hand is going to work at its sister. But I have to warn you. I'm super sensitive when it comes to my breasts. They're my weak spot, and they easily set me off."

Without warning, a bomb dropped afar, and Sunset ducked to the right, seeing in the beyond the other, massive hand, laying claim to the mountain. It clapped the vast expanse, thinned it and squashed it—cupping the impossible. Some fingers squeezed at the squish, others pinched at the breast.

“Mmhmm... o-oh yaa-aa-aa... that's the stuff.” Lucky lost herself to lust, kneading and touching herself, a face lit in passing pleasures. Her bottom thumped from the ground, and musk rose rapidly from between the giantess's legs. "Y-You touch my boobs right... and I might cum from that alone. Make my pussy all wet and slick and real reason for you to slide into. That's right. Shoved right up my pussy. Patted and kept in a cunt that'll swallow you whole and never let you out. Little Sunset Shimmer inside my great gigantic pussy. Shrinking smaller and smaller until my body is forced to be your vessel."

Fuck, she really gets into this! Sunset thought while becoming warm. I almost like the idea of Lucky stuffing me between her legs and never letting me out of that paradise. But I'm not going to start running across her buddy and wiggling myself inside her pussy when she's not looking.

"You better get to work... my little sex toy..." Lucky cracked open an eye, staring at her open breast, seeing the orange speck. "If my other breast doesn't start feeling good..." Her free hand rose in the distance, flexing its fingers. "Then mister hand over here, left with nothing to do, won't mind taking over... and helping you out... aggressively."

Lucky tittered. "Or maybe you like that. Mashed against my gigantic breast against your will. Forced between two great things and overfilled by both. Squeezing you against my breast until you shrink enough to be shoved inside. Mhmm... better get to work... mister freehand can't hold himself back for long..."

Sunset wasted no time approaching the spire, feeling hotness between her legs, coming to clasp the two to the hardening skin. Hugging the tit, she crawled up it, feeling her crotch burning in need of release. Finally, she couldn't take it and, on reaching the top, had to tend to herself first.

Let me have just one...

Sunset reached the tip of the tit, which was broad, nearly too big to fit. Rising above it, she angled her crotch with it. Then she dropped, gracefully impaling herself, swallowing as much tit as possible. Sliding down a bit, she lurched, moaning and thrusting, flicking herself around to indulge in the pleasure.

A gasp sounded from afar, quaking the mountains, wobbling all that was soft, a monstrous call.

"You're fucking yourself with my tit! You look so small and cute like a pet! Trying to give yourself pleasure! It just—mmhmh!" Lucky swallowed both her lips and brought her hand to her crotch, teasing fingers across her folds. "Do it. Go for it. Let yourself go wild. Please yourself with whatever part of me. It turns me on to see what a hot, wet mess I can make you."

Sunset didn't need comment as she crawled upward down on the breast, heaving her bottom in the air, still stuck on the tip. She hung upside down to bring her pussy harder into the tit, fucking even more of it, reaching a dumb rhythm of continuous pleasure.

Lucky loomed a hand over, unable to help herself, smacking that ass with a finger. It did nothing but spur Sunset on more as she humped the tit. Thrusting into it, more and more, while hugging its hardness against her chest. It didn't take long, with the finger smacking her backside, for her to finish then and there.

Sunset came over the tit, leaking wetness across it, the amount drying only a foot below. Then she went limp, sliding down the spire, toppling at the base. She laid on the spread of ice cream, all while a shadow loomed over the land.

"You don't mind if I help myself, do you?"

The hand fell and pinned Sunset to the boob, meshed and pressed, spread all around, smacked and squeezed against the breast, kneading it thoroughly. She drooled at the mouth, brain still addled in arousal. Already her legs twitched, and she felt ready to go again.

When the hottest part of a woman was now, to her, a world of its own—it was impossible to not be in consistent lust. Boobs meshing. Pressed against their smooth, burning skin. Buried in their greatness for moments at a time. It was enough to raise both girls to the next heat level.

When the hand raised from the boob, the latter rose before dropping, wobbling to its natural shape. Sunset, through sweat and other liquids, was stuck at the skin to the palm. Lucky looked at her with laughter. Then, with a smile, she sent that hand outward, over the rolling expanse of her belly, slowing her over the curvature of her crotch.

Sunset, tucked at the center of the palm, looked out to see sprawling, curved mounds and the folds that peeked. Her lips were already open, a constant exhale of heat, of musk that burned the mind in the urge to fuck.

Sunset couldn't even cross her arms to shield herself when the hand morphed to the shape of the vulva, which grew as the hand drew close before the latter slapped onto the former. Sunset was squished between hand and pussy. Her cheeks of her face, bunched, between the flaps of the palm and the sprawl of the vulva. She was the narrow, yellow line between them. Something so small between two things ever so large.

"Think you can handle it? Its size and might? How it's so big and wide and wants nothing more than to gobble you inside?" Lucky moaned as her bottom rocked back and forth on the street, carving into the alp shalt like sand. She rubbed her crotch into the little one, destroying her with the softest pussy around. "It's easy to get inside of one. To be tucked and cradled by soft, undulating walls, that carry you deeper into your home. It's easy to let your big bad girlfriend be your home. To crawl into her pussy, to kick your little legs as you crawl into the big home, to be slurped inside by a pair of lips that you aren't even a fraction against."

Lucky rubbed her pussy harder, pulverising Sunset, who drooled from the abundant stimulation. She was rubbed between the folds to the clit at the top, sometimes ground there for moments at a time.

"But you have to please this pussy to go inside of it." Lucky moaned as she was getting close. "Show it all the appreciation you can before it takes all your troubles and woes away. Your last actions before everything else is handled for you. Are you ready to please my pussy, Sunset? Are you ready to be pumped like nothing more than a dildo to satisfy a living cave that wants nothing more than to gobble you whole?"

The hand pulled away, and Sunset breathed, choking oxygen through the fumes, every inch of skin glistening. Everything about her smelled like pussy. It would take endless showers to not smell like a sex toy. Looking forward, she saw the hand closing, two held together with the rest curled inward.

Waiting for their little passenger as, in the beyond, the pussy loomed in the distant, a gaping, drooling mess, that revealed the colosseum walls in the darkness. The fingers wiggled together, waiting—unable to wait much longer.

Sunset didn't keep the giantess waiting. Weak, on the cusp of orgasm, she crawled across the index finger. Reaching its tip, she held it tight, looking toward the quivering mess ahead. With a nod impossible to be seen, Sunset was ready.

The fingers lifted, like the start of a ride, swooping close to the price. Then, swinging backward, the hand thrust forward, the fingers flying between the folds, into the not so little hole, where all was dark and living.

Sunset was plunged into living darkness. There was a beating of a heart in the distance, thundering through the cavern, matched in sound by the shifting walls. They splashed the ooze, whipping it around the confines. Then there was the breathing. The sharp inhales and the quick exhales. The stiffened moans echoed throughout the zone.

The walls narrowed and tightened, and Sunset lowered to the fingertip. Broad spongy walls compressed onto her back, multiplying in weight, lathering burning pre across her naked skin. Sunset moaned in the pleasant pain, rubbed forward and back across the walls, feeling licked at, tasted, something deeper in the cavern yearning for her.

There was nothing Sunset could do but grind against the hill she straddled, dragging her groin forward and back, having the mesh caress her cunt. It didn't fill her in the way she craved. But the stimulation of being inside a living, breathing, gigantic cunt, hearing and feeling it shift and undulate within—that was enough to do the trick.

But as everything tightened to the extreme, Sunset felt a little too squeezed, and wondered, through the orgasm, if she would be okay. That doubt must have been shared for, a moment later, the hand pulled out into the open, a touch of light and oxygen flooding into her senses.

The hand floated out between the legs, the other swooping into the pussy, filling it. Sunset went to reach out for it, but the hand holding her jostled, and she was forced to grip it again, flying across the terrain of her girlfriend.

Sunset watched the landscape quake, tummy rising and dropping, chest rocking from the pleasure, her head rolling from the nearing of bliss. That giant face didn't look at the hand floating inward. That drunken mouth opened and, without warning, Sunset flew into it, the finger carrying her sucked into the maw.

The lips closed and denied all light, the finger pulled away, cleaned by the lips, keeping all intruders inside. Sunset pushed into the plushness as the finger slipped from beneath her. She fell inside the mouth, striking the thin flooring at the base of the teeth.

She didn't have time to recover. Raising her head, she saw a serpent in the darkness, slithering closer, curving from side to side, smacking into her crotch without hesitance. Sunset struggled, unable to push away the oppressive weight. But then... she submitted.

Spreading her legs, letting the tongue consume her bottom, licking and flicking, raising her against the back of the two teeth—drowning her in pleasure. Sunset swallowed her lips and humped blindly in return to the force, riding out the rising bliss, reaching her hands out at random, unable to control the burning within that was on its way outward.

Sunset moaned into the void, and the void blew in return with the scream of a goddess, one in the heights of pleasure—the two finding pleasure as one. Sunset quivered as goodness leaked from between her legs. Twitches shook through her. Her mind burnt into a self-perpetuating high.

And once released of everything within, the tiny girl fell forward, caught by the tip of the tongue, which raised and tilted backward, sliding her onto its expanse. Sunset rolled onto her back, as close to death as one could be. She looked to the distance from over her chest, seeing the beach of the tongue ahead—and the horizon composed of lips.

The twins split, opening, allowing in light and a view, a city toppled and on fire, decimated by the titan who housed her. It all showed how powerful her itty-girlfriend had become. She wanted to be another casualty. Another thing used in swallowed to fulfill the giantess's dumb lust.

"Oh... what are you waiting for?" Sunset cried upon resting her head and looking on ahead. The back of the throat loomed like a dim entrance to a valley. "Just swallow me already!"

Those lips started to close, and gravity leaned backward, sliding the limp girl across the sea of taste buds. Spittle splashed around her form upon going faster. The back of the throat opened to accept her and, with a gulp, everything closed, snatching the tiny, tucking her into the narrow passageway.

The gulp thundered in sound, echoed within the fleshy chamber, a smooth sliding of crinkling sounds descending her. She was in the throat of the faceless giantess, now. Barely even a bulge in that titanic tower. She was being sent deeper into the monstrosity. Far beneath that chest, behind that belly, forced to be sent to the deepest possible depth inside the living being.

However, what confused her upon looking down were the flashing, colourful lights. They shone through the orifice. Sunset had expected a mess of people within the Superbowl of the belly. Confused, scared, eaten alive, unsure of what to expect next.

Nothing of the sort awaited below.

Sunset slipped through the hold and was spat into the vastness of the pouch, which currently housed a dancefloor of people, a disco ball somehow above, and neon lights flashing across a stage. There was a DJ flanked by towering speakers, and everything was dancing to a hard, nearly demonic beat.

Sunset blinked as she looked around, seeing a bar having been set up to the right and, where the stomach acids had risen to the left, a makeshift pool for the daring. Overall, it was a cosy club... all happening within a rampaging woman.

"Sunset, Sunset! You made it!" Pinkie hopped into existence, bouncing on the squishy floor. "I was worried that you weren't! Not because you didn't want to come. Because, duh, party inside a tummy is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! But it all depended on what Lucky did with you."

Pinkie snickered into her hand. "For a moment, it looked like you were going to be swallowed into another area. Which would be cool if you were! Plenty of space for you to do your own thing. But then you'd be alone... and it's hard to have alone parties and have fun with them."

Rainbow Dash and Applejack stepped in from either side of Pinkie, each placing a hand on the hyper girl's shoulder. They nodded for her to take a breath before looking at Sunset. Rainbow was the first to speak. "Don't mind her. She handles the insanity a little too well—doesn't know how jarring it all is to a first-timer."

Sunset swallowed. "L-Lucky... got you too?"

"Swooped Rainbow and I outside of the gym," Applejack opened before nodding to a distant Fluttershy. "Got Flutters over there after her volunteer work at the vet. Pretty much snapped everything at the places you would expect. Everyone was nervous and scared to be grabbed and swallowed like that."

Rainbow took over. "But with Pinkie being Pinkie, she knew something like was going to happen and, because I'd rather not think about it, somehow managed to set a rave in here. Magical energy. That crud. Once the music started playing, everyone just kinda gave in."

Applejack shrugged with a smirk. "No better excuse than playin' hooky from work."

Rainbow fist-bumped her. "Amen to that."

Everyone soon left to tend to their places at the party. Pinkie had left Sunset with a pair of clothes which, scarily enough, fit perfectly—if a little snug. Sunset figured there wasn't much sense in giving too much to worry. Taking a seat at the bar, she ordered herself a drink while the stomach walls pulsated, a heartbeat barely heard over the music.

Outside this stomach, across the great width and height of the giantess, Lucky was carrying them, a hundred feet above the city, doing as she pleased—not knowing of the party within. Her movement could faintly be felt, but the rest of her body displaced the shocks well.

Might as well enjoy myself... and see how tomorrow plays out.

"Lucky... Lucky... rise and shine our not so little girl..."

Lucky groaned. The voice was weak, barely above a squeak, and little feet tapped across her chin. What if her tongue stuck out, catching the intruders, pulling them into her mouth for a quick snack? That would take care of them for the moment.

But that voice... i-it sounds like... C-Celestia?

Her eyes opened, and she yawned, sitting up, leaning forward, feeling feet tumbled from her chin and, a second later, a minuscule impact on her boobs. Two minor things were struggling against them, fighting off the might of the pair, keeping afloat in the pouring squish. Lucky held her pair hand in the open air, finishing her stretch, looking down to the pests that had tumbled onto her chest.

The pests of Celestia and Luna.

"O-Oh! Hey! Um..." Lucky repeatedly blinked, watching the sister crawl out her cleavage, each clambering onto a boob. Their feet sunk as they stood on their respective mountains. "So you're still tiny. Which shouldn't be possible. Because I'm supposed to be the tiny one... but it doesn't feel like I'm dreaming."

She looked to the side to see Canterlot, covered in ruined buildings, debris scattered all throughout. "And it looks like the city I destroyed in my dream is still destroyed here." Her eyes fell back to her parents. "None of what happened was a dream, was it?"

Both patterns, with arms, crossed but smiles held, nodded.

"It was all real."

Lucky did the next rational thing.

She screamed.

Lucky laid on her stomach as she sprawled across the street, a vast swimming pool set before her chin, her mouth opened over it, a tongue dipped into its water. She whimpered and groaned, reduced to a function. Luna laid on her back, between her shoulders blades, rubbing and comforting her with whispers.

Inside the cavern of the mouth, Celestia stood at the back of the tongue, starting forward to the abyss. She'd tied a rope around the uvula and, upon being swallowed, ended the party inside. She'd relaxed the throat muscles enough that most people could walk through the long tunnel. It wasn't the best feeling in the world for Lucky, her stomach, emptying, as hordes of people left her mouth like an amusement ride.

They walked out onto her stomach, seeing the world framed from inside her maw and, reaching the end of the tongue, slid down it into the stretch of water. It was a slow, continuous process. And it only took a few hours for the last of the people to be freed from the giantess.

With everyone assembled before the lying giantess, it came time that she apologized to everyone. It was hard for anyone to be mad as, first and foremost, nearly everyone in the town had already eaten her. That, and the party in her stomach was really, really good.

But that left the matter of how Lucky became a giant, if she would be this way forever—like how she was born tiny. There was also the trouble of the city, the damages and cost, the time to restore it. Such fears were easily calmed, however, as magical light blinded all.

And atop the giantess's head, a lone man dropped, using her scalp as a stage.

"Hello, hello! I hope you all enjoyed my show! It's been a bit boring in both our worlds—and this was just the thing to make our lives come alive!" The man spread out his arms, entering a bow. "My name is Discord. I am a creature of chaos beyond this realm. Now, then, did everyone have fun?"

"Have fun?" Lucky said while glaring upward. She debated eating him like he was nothing. "You grew me into a giantess and caused a crazy, hungry lust in me! The town I love is destroyed because of me—which is also because of you!"

"Destroyed town?" Discord snapped his fingers. "Whatever do you mean? I don't see a destroyed town here?"

"Are you blind? It's right over..." Lucky fell to silence in looking at Canterlot, which reverted to before the destruction. "What the hell? How the hell did you do that?"

"Magic requires no explanation, honey."

"Oh, right." Lucky rolled my eyes. "But that still doesn't change all that I went through! Or that I'm still a giantess."

"What's that matter? You don't enjoy being the big one for a change?"

"Not it means being this big for the rest of my life!"

"I guess being bigger does suck if you're the submissive sort. Very well!" Discord's feet floated from her head, and a magical bubble appeared, forming around Lucky's neck. In a flash, it disappeared, and an amulet rested over her chest. "There is your consolation prize! Now do yourself a favour and think normal size thoughts. Try for a feeling of five foot five." He snickered. "That always tends to do the trick!"

Lucky glared at him, but took his advice, thinking of being close in height to Sunset. Within seconds, she dwindled, becoming the same size as everyone else. When she stood, she did so as an equal—minus the clothes.

"H-Holy hell..." Lucky muttered as she stood. "I-I'm like everyone else!" Then she thought of her normal, shrunken size, and in seconds, she diminished to an inch. Everyone became like giants again, and the rumbling, booming feet of Sunset came—swiping her from the ground and tucking her close to her chest.

Sunset giggled back in the hands of her lover.

Maybe yesterday wasn't so bad after all.

It wasn't often in her shrunken life that Lucky stood before the feet of waiting, towering people, whose enormous attention and expectation were laid on her. Everyone gathered, Sunset, Celestia, and Luna inside her bedroom. Wanting to test the power of the amulet, they waited for her to channel the magic.

Well... here it goes at trying to be normal!

Lucky focused on growing, of being close to the same height as her lover and mothers and, sensing this wish, her amulet started to glow white. It flashed, and that magic infused her skin. Growing and enlarging, she soared upward, seeing the world around shrink and lower.

Until Lucky stood at a normal height.

She looked forward to seeing she was at level with the chests of everyone here and, looking above, saw the faces of everyone. "Um... hi?"

Everyone closed in on her, swallowing the girl in a hug. Peppered in kisses, Lucky giggled, knowing that she would always be the tiny one—no matter what. They all pulled away shortly afterward. Celestia and Luna backed away, wanting to explore what life would be like with their daughter normal-sized... but knew that the lovers needed to have their moment first.

They left with a couple of words.

"Looks like you still kept yourself a little short."

Lucky chuckled as she looked at her taller girlfriend. "Didn't want you feeling insecure."

"Oh? And how do you figure that?"

"Well, with me bigger now," Lucky chuckled. "I'm going to have the best chest and ass."

"You think you've got me beat there, do ya?"

"Enough that I left a couple of inches of height to you."

Sunset gave Lucky a noogie, pulling her against her chest, which Lucky did not mind. "Look at the confidence in you! Suppose you've always had it, being tiny and making the best out of it. But damn it's a catch when you're normal size."

Lucky giggled as she broke free from the play fighting, her hair now a frizzy mess. "Glad you think so."

"But that just leaves something for us to do."

"And what's that?"

"Our first kiss."

The duo blushed. Silence settled. Lucky, looking to the ground, nodded, rising up on her toes. Sunset bent forward in return, and together, their lips met as one.

It was their first, true kiss, where both sides could return the love in equality. It was quick and short, the two pulling away, unable to bear their first real moment of intimacy. It was scary and thrilling. A next step that seemed more like a leap.

"Oh, girls!" a voice called from outside the room. "No having too much fun in there! Dinner will be on shortly—but it'll be missing an indigent."

Har-har.

Lucky rolled her eyes and strolled forward, but arms crossed over her chest, hugging her backward. "S-Sunset?" She looked over to feel a warm breath on her ear—followed by nibbling. Sunset devoured her for a moment. Then, loosening her grip, she whispered.

"Oh, yeah," she giggled into Lucky's ear. "I think I'm going to have a lot of fun ravaging you at this size."

Lucky swallowed and nodded. This would be their first real chance at sex. Now, a lot of things would change since she could change sizes. She'd lived her life at an inch tall, but now, she would get to experience what it was like being normal.

It would be different. Some parts better; some areas worse. But change crept into life. It could be scary—but that was no reason to fight it. Rather, it was better to embrace it, to be ready for it. To be as excited and accepting of it as possible.

It was only through that... that one could make for a better future.

I | Her Dream and Their Nightmare

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.