Her face drew closer and closer, until it was all that could be seen. Her lips were huge and plush. He could see every last detail of the puckering flesh. She was breathing through her nose. The soft whistle would have been barely noticeable at his normal size but now it sounded like a gale blowing through a window. Her mouth opened slightly. She was smiling. Now he could see the pearly tombstones of her teeth glinting behind those lips. They could easily cleave him in two.
His dick twitched. He glanced down at it. His girlfriend was trying, but she was clearly petrified. She was almost hidden from the giant face by his cock. It twitched again. She was rubbing it with her tiny body, trying to get him off. He felt her firm tits against his skin. They were tiny. He couldn’t help but compare her to the gigantic woman in front of him. His girlfriend was barely more than a flea. He himself was smaller than a mouse. He felt the soft skin of the giant hand beneath him. He was perched on a very open position, very high above the ground.
The mouth opened further and a tongue pushed outward. If he wasn’t so into this it would be terrifying. It was a slick, wet muscle many times his size. When something the size of a small whale made of tastebuds moves towards you, you should be alarmed, but he was too far in. He almost strained his crotch towards it. The tip pushed further towards him. He could feel her breath wash over him now. It was hot, humid, and smelt of cherry gum. The tip of the tongue touched his cock. It was so firm and rough, he almost came immediately. His girlfriend screamed. The tongue continued forwards, rolling over him. It wasn’t going to stop, he was engulfed as it pushed him deeper and deeper into the palm of her hand. He couldn’t feel his girlfriend anymore. He didn’t really care.
April was ecstatic. She and her best friend Maddy had grown suddenly, shredding their clothes, and then bursting through floor after floor of the building before the block had crumbled down around their naked bodies. The two woman had been amazed, and soon took to exploring the city, trying to push down the narrow alleys that were now the streets of Manhattan. At first they had stayed within sight of each other, but they weren’t so big that they could see over the tops of most of the tower blocks, so they soon lost each other down a maze of streets, aware of the sounds of falling buildings or the whoops of each other’s laughter. April had found some tiny people on a rooftop, and when she was sure Maddy was no longer close by, she’d used one of them to tickle her erect nipple, while the other two she rubbed on her clit. The resulting orgasm came quickly, and as she came, she felt the rising glow expand through her body, and the now familiar sensation of growing again. This was unbelievable… orgasms made her grow? April started to find other things, people, buses, cars, that she could use to stimulate herself. In a few hours she was now taller than most of the buildings, and was trying to keep a low profile. She couldn’t quite shake the shame of it all, at least if front of Maddy. She also wanted to get a big head start on her before revealing her new massive size to her friend. She hadn’t heard anything for a while, and was about to start to look for her when she heard a crashing coming from nearby. She felt the whoosh of wind coming down the street as buildings tumbled, and felt the ground shake.
“Well there you are! Hey buddy!” The voice was unmistakably Maddy’s but it was loud, it felt huge, and it came from above. April looked up and recoiled in horror as she saw her friend’s face looming over her. Clearly she’s found the secret to growing larger and had been way more wanton with it than April. Maddy’s gigantic breasts swayed and swatted a skyscraper to the side. “I was wondering where you’d got to! You’ll never guess what happens when I wank!” A broad smile spread across the blonde’s face. “Here, let me show you.”
This series will be available as a download in 2k for Mini Bosses, with Big and Mega Bosses receiving the 4k files for these images. All four 2k images will go public in four weeks but the story will remain exclusive for subscribers. There's a bonus alt angle for Mega Bosses.
Beth began to stand. Her view rose even higher. She felt like she was at the top of a tall building looking down. Only she was looking down her body. Those were her feet on the ground far below, standing in the rubble that remained of the hospital. Taking a moment to brush the dust and debris off her she saw that Connor and the doctor had somehow managed to hang onto her and were pathetically clinging to collar and swinging against her boob.
You two look like you’re in trouble.” She laughed. “Well I guess we wouldn’t want you to fall to your death or anything.” Using a couple of fingers Beth scooped them up and over onto the inside of her top, tucking them down into her cleavage as the adjusted her bra. “You should be safe for now down there. Now what does a giant girl have to do to have a little fun around here.”
Beth stepped forwards, delighting at the crackle of the asphalt under the soles of her shoes. As she reached to road at the front of the hospital she heard the distinct whoop of sirens. Half a dozen or so police patrol cars rapidly converged on the street corner ahead. She watched with amusement as they screeched to a halt and the cops jumped out. It was like a video game or something, all this happening below her as she looked down on it all from above.
Beth took another step, and then another, until she was directly in front of them. Her massive pink shoes right in their midst. She could see and hear the sirens, but whatever they were trying to say over their loudspeaker wasn’t reaching her ears.
“What was that?” She asked with a sneer. “I can’t hear you up here. The weather is fine by the way.” She laughed. God she was funny. “Gawd okay, looks like I’m going to have to take some steps to communicate.”
Bending down, Beth reached out with one hand to grab one of the police cars, lifting it up into the air and exposing a cop who had been cowering behind it. With her other hand she deftly plucked him from the ground and stood back up.
“Jeez, I guess not everyone was meant to get a medal of honour.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Now, what were you trying to tell me?” The cop being held hundreds of feet off the ground between her finger and thumb as clearly not going to be the one talking but she addressed him anyway. A crackle came over the car loudspeaker.
“Miss. You are to immediately stop, turn around, and return to the hospital grounds and await further instructions.”
“Instructions? Do you think you’re in a position to tell me to do anything?”
“Please Miss. Return to the hospital grounds. The military has been called.”
“Ha! Why would I wait here? There’s all kind of fun to be had out there. And if you think I’m going to wait until someone tries to take me off to a facility to do some tests on me you’ve got another thing coming. No. I think I’m going to carry on my way. And do…” Beth paused, and raised the cop car up higher, sirens still flashing. “…whatever…”, she began to close her fist. “…I…” Metal crumpled and glass shattered as the car started to fold in on itself like it was in a compactor. “…want.” The sirens gave a last pitiful wail and then were silent, even as the trashed lights continued to spin.
Beth gave a sarcastic smirk and a half curtsey, before she lowered her hand and released the car, sending it dropping straight down towards the cops encircling her feet, sending officers of the law diving for cover.
Beth laughed, and stepped over the smoking remains of the thin blue line she walked on, dropping the cop in her hand unceremoniously onto the roof of a nearby building.
Just one Quick alt angle for the Mega Boss tier on this occasion as it's a 4 image set already. I've included all the buildings in the background but I might move them around a bit for future images. This just worked for the alt angle!
Broken continues this week with pages 39-54 as the foreplay moves onto the main course.
This section features giant couples, tiny couples, domination, insertion, and giant/tiny couple sex!
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
The next installment of Broken has just dropped for Big Boss and Mega Boss tiers. Join to read pages 39-54 now (as well as over 4 years worth of posts) or they will be posted for free on Itaku in 4 weeks. Mini Boss tier subscribers (and above) can get access to two of the images from this installment in 4k!
Broken continues this week with pages 39-54 as the foreplay moves onto the main course.
This section features giant couples, tiny couples, domination, insertion, and giant/tiny couple sex!
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
*This scene uses the same characters as my last Land Of The Giants image, Panty Trap. The whole thing is really setting up an exploration of the world rather than building a narrative and these stories can’t quite join up properly but I hope you enjoy the setting of the scene, I’d like to do more in the future.
The surface of the table was vast. It was like standing in the middle of a baseball field under bright floodlights. Except that the sky is the inside of a shabby kitchen and the turf is the woven pattern of a frilly tablecloth. And there is a gigantic woman staring down at you holding a pen the length of a private jet that floats threateningly just above your head. You fear she means to poke you with it. You’re also aware of her other hand hovering to your left, an index finger extended towards you. She wants to poke, she wants to touch.
The giant is a middle aged woman. She’s probably pushing sixty anyway. She has a stern face which sags in the jowls and is creased with lines and wrinkles. She peers down at you through her glasses. For some reason she is in her underwear. It is night time and a hot and stuffy evening, but she’s wearing a frilly underwired bra that doesn’t look comfortable. Maybe she caught you as she was slipping out of her evening wear you think.
The bra holds up twin orbs of firm, surgically enhanced boob. They are defying gravity on their, and combined with her age there is no way that those puppies are god given. They look so heavy. You try not to think what it would be like to be trapped under them. A solid tit the size of a building is probably much heavier than a building. Now you’re thinking about what her nipple looks like. It’s probably trying to poke through that heavy lace. She’s wetting her lips. You’re angry and terrified. You’ve never spoken to a giant before, never been trapped like this. You want to fight back but you are so small compared to her. Then she speaks.
“Where did you come from? Are there more of you?”
*The last two images are very slight alt angles that I rendered out before the final image. One is in 8bit colour instead of 16bit. I don’t think it’s possible to tell them apart but I always want to render out the final in 16bit so that was a bit of a mistake. I was shifting the camera around a tiny bit and playing with the settings to make the giant look as large and imposing as possible.
Laughter echoed through the streets of the city. It wasn’t the raucous wave of a crowd in hysterics but the deafening ring of a single voice, as if played over an enormous speaker system. The depth of the low notes shook the glass in the windows, and caused some to fall in the streets through the sonic vibrations alone. Crowds looked up and were greeted with an unbelievable sight. Giant people. People so huge that they towered far over the skyscrapers of the city, tower blocks rising to their knees. In the intense light of the sun in a clear sky their dark skin faded into the blue haze of the distance as they rose up into the atmosphere.
He was a muscular young man with a broad chest. She was an athletic woman with an almost regal bearing. She gazed down at the city with a broad smile. She was the laughing god, amused by the scene, enraptured by her own power. She hung her arm around the man and hugged him gently. It was hard to tell from the streets but it seemed that she towered over him as well. She ruffled the short hair on the top of his head and stroked his back.
*
“Mmmm.” Leila cooed. “Seems like I grew more than you did Lamar. Seems like you’re my shortie now.”
Lamar did his best to look nonchalant and gazed intently off towards the horizon where he thought he could see some movement in the skies.
“Are you a bit embarrassed baby? Embarrassed that your shortie is taller than you now? I can see clear over your head.” She laughed her tinkling laugh again. Lamar was beginning to find it annoying.
Leila made a show of leaning down to look him in the face, trying to lock eyes with him. She ran her hand from his chin, down his neck to stroke his pecs. He was still broad. He was still stronger than her, she knew that, but she was enjoying his discomfort at the change in their statures.
“Seems like something grew on you though. Grew faster than the rest of you.” Leila slid her hand swiftly down Lamar’s body and grabbed his manhood. It was so thick in her hand she let out an involuntary purr. “I’m going to get this standing to attention and see what you got.” She said as she began to squeeze and pump.
The state university pool was aghast. The silence had stretched for what seemed like forever. The sloshing of water as it flooded over the sides of the pool and washed out to the walls settled, as the the rushing waterfalls of cascading water. Lisa sat in the pool, blinking, raising a hand to wipe the water from her face. She breathed deeply and seemed to suck the air from the room, the air rushing in an out of the bellows of her lungs echoing off the high ceiling.
As everything settled, she began to look around. Her head bumped against the steel rafters. She understood slowly, that her viewpoint had changed, and she sat in a swimming pool as if it was the size of a paddling pool. She could see the rest of the swim team bobbing in the water between her legs. The coaches were standing on the sides, water now around their ankles as they gawped up at her. She began to murmur, “What the fuuu…” but as she opened her mouth the sound was so much louder than expected, echoes ricochetting around the pool. Then she began to laugh, which was even louder, and in return, the rest of the girls started to scream.
“I think I just outgrew college sports.” Lisa said, shaking her head. “And I guess there’s no point in asking for a towel anymore.” Looking down at her body. Her swimsuit must have just shredded in her sudden growth. Diana was perched on her knee, struggling to maintain balance of Lisa’s slippery skin. She must have grown straight up underneath her. The other girls started to swim for the sides. Lisa reached out a hand and began to scoop them up. “Where are you going? What’s the rush? I don’t think practice is over yet!”
*I hope you enjoy these alt angles as they took DAYS to render. Literally. The main image took 35 hours on not stellar settings, and some of the alt angles took over 15 on even lower settings. To get the water to have this kind of turbulent surface can really be a massive drain on the memory but I’m pleased with how it’s come out.
It was golden hour, and the sun’s rays cast long shadows. The longest shadow of all was Helen’s own, and she could see it stretch far away to the very edge of the encroaching line of dusk. She stretched her long, lean body upwards, reaching up towards space. It had been some day. After three nights hiding away in basements, trying to keep out of sight of the half dozen or so giants who were roaming the city, she had become one of them. And then in a single burst of growth she had far surpassed them all. What started as a tingling across her skin, spreading from her mouth and washing down over her body, became a throbbing of her flesh and bones so intense that she thought she would explode. And then she did, at least in size, a creeping growth, building slowly, and then accelerating as she burst through the streets and buildings of her former home. Soon she was large enough that she could pick up buildings, and eventually so large that her toes towered over the skyline.
This was now her second city. It had its own pitifully minuscule giants that had been terrorising the population. As she approached she reached down and flicked one away, sending her hurtling hundreds of miles before she smashed into a mountain range. Helen idly dragged her toe across some of the major roads out of town. It wasn’t going to be easy to escape. She looked down at a world that looked as flat as a beach, with a carpet of regular crystalline structures laid out across it. Casually she stepped forwards. She was so large that she couldn’t even picture what it must be like for the millions of people at her feet. Terrified. Looking up at a god. She slowly lowered herself to her knees, and then laid down on her front. Moving exceptionally slowly she savoured the sensations as each part of her body touched down on the tiny structures of the city, that were pulverised under her incredible mass. Despite her care, as each building was demolished and ground to dust, immense clouds of debris were thrown up into the air. She felt little pops as tower blocks gave way. At last Helen began to lower her chest downwards, she tried to feel the precise moment that her breasts touched down. She felt the faintest tickle against her sensitive nipples, and then an explosion as more weight dropped downwards. Millions of tons of flesh rolling over blocks of buildings and people. She sighed. This was heaven. Her face was so close to the ground now. She laid her cheek down, opened her eyes, and tried to focus on the streets on front of her, focus on the people.
Welcome to the next instalment of Broken. The story continues as Blake and Jessica wake to find themselves shrunk down to miniature size with Dani looming over them.
This section features giant couples, tiny couples, domination, teasing, mouth play, blowjob, intimidation, and the inserting bit of insertion!
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
Welcome to the next instalment of Broken. The story continues as Blake and Jessica wake to find themselves shrunk down to miniature size with Dani looming over them.
This section features giant couples, tiny couples, domination, teasing, mouth play, blowjob, intimidation, and the inserting bit of insertion!
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
Welcome to Broken! This is a new story featuring shrinking, giant couples, tiny couples, sex, and domination. I’m not sure where it’s going to go in the future but I think there’s plenty of potential.
This first section sets the scene and does the shrinking bit. The next sections will get into more explicit territory. I’ve currently got up to page 41 rendered and will release another section next week so you won’t have to wait for long for some action.
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
Welcome to Broken! This is a new story featuring shrinking, giant couples, tiny couples, sex, and domination. I’m not sure where it’s going to go in the future but I think there’s plenty of potential.
This first section sets the scene and does the shrinking bit. The next sections will get into more explicit territory. I’ve currently got up to page 41 rendered and will release another section next week so you won’t have to wait for long for some action.
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
Welcome to Broken! This is a new story featuring shrinking, giant couples, tiny couples, sex, and domination. I’m not sure where it’s going to go in the future but I think there’s plenty of potential.
This first section sets the scene and does the shrinking bit. The next sections will get into more explicit territory. I’ve currently got up to page 41 rendered and will release another section next week so you won’t have to wait for long for some action.
As I’ve done with stories in the past I’ll release the 2k version to Big Boss tier, and the 4k version to Mega Boss tier subscribers, with Mini Bosses getting two 4k images without text. Once each section is released publicly on Itaku mini bosses will also have access to the Big Boss 2k post here on Patreon. I’m going to delay putting out a pdf until we reach the end of a chapter.
Starting today: Broken. A new story of revenge where a couple use and abuse a shrunken couple. Pages 1-18 drop today for Big and Mega Boss tiers, with the second installment coming next week.
I mean, how would you even evacuate? What preparation could there have been? Where do you evacuate a nation to? When a giantess appears with the size erase a town under a single footstep, or to turn a city to ruins by blowing on it, where would you go? She could go from a hundred miles away to being literally on top of you in just minutes. And so she came. A skinny blonde, probably barely out of college, a goddamn intern somewhere, casually appearing over the horizon. She strode towards us, lit by the golden light of the sun as it set, literally walking out of the haze of the distance. The earth trembling, and then shaking with each step as she advanced. We prayed she had another destination, would miss us somehow, or would step over us completely, but that was just wishful thinking. The smaller giantess, a local account manager at a marketing firm, was trying desperately to hide. She had grown only an hour or two earlier, and had been enjoying teasing the local population. She had already destroyed her old workplace and was on the hunt for her ex when she felt the unmistakable thud of the footsteps approaching and was now like a mouse trying to hide from a tiger. It seemed like the tiger didn’t care anyway. Arriving at the edge of the city the blonde looked down at the urban sprawl spread before her and let out a giggle. She bent down and brushed her hand over a neighbourhood some five miles away before she began to lower herself to the ground. She was lying down. The streets were filled with panicking people, but where could they go? We were on the roof, having given ourselves over to the inevitable. Lit by the last of the sun’s rays we watched as her body descended. In many ways we were lucky. We were going to be crushed under her boob. The smaller giantess was running, but she was being slowed as her feet smashed through buildings. Would she escape? We would never know. We certainly would not. I watched as her nipple descended, touching down on a skyscraper about half a dozen blocks away. It was beautiful.
* I’m planning to show you a view of the giga giantess in a future post. Stay tuned!
I mean, how would you even evacuate? What preparation could there have been? Where do you evacuate a nation to? When a giantess appears with the size erase a town under a single footstep, or to turn a city to ruins by blowing on it, where would you go? She could go from a hundred miles away to being literally on top of you in just minutes. And so she came. A skinny blonde, probably barely out of college, a goddamn intern somewhere, casually appearing over the horizon. She strode towards us, lit by the golden light of the sun as it set, literally walking out of the haze of the distance. The earth trembling, and then shaking with each step as she advanced. We prayed she had another destination, would miss us somehow, or would step over us completely, but that was just wishful thinking. The smaller giantess, a local account manager at a marketing firm, was trying desperately to hide. She had grown only an hour or two earlier, and had been enjoying teasing the local population. She had already destroyed her old workplace and was on the hunt for her ex when she felt the unmistakable thud of the footsteps approaching and was now like a mouse trying to hide from a tiger. It seemed like the tiger didn’t care anyway. Arriving at the edge of the city the blonde looked down at the urban sprawl spread before her and let out a giggle. She bent down and brushed her hand over a neighbourhood some five miles away before she began to lower herself to the ground. She was lying down. The streets were filled with panicking people, but where could they go? We were on the roof, having given ourselves over to the inevitable. Lit by the last of the sun’s rays we watched as her body descended. In many ways we were lucky. We were going to be crushed under her boob. The smaller giantess was running, but she was being slowed as her feet smashed through buildings. Would she escape? We would never know. We certainly would not. I watched as her nipple descended, touching down on a skyscraper about half a dozen blocks away. It was beautiful.
* I’m planning to show you a view of the giga giantess in a future post. Stay tuned!
*It’s a double angle day! The original angle for this set was the POV from between her legs, but when I set up the shot from across the rooftops I thought it looked too good to pass up and added some extra characters and effects. In the end, I know you all love a good POV so I decided to post both. I do love the close up looking down at Nelson riding the nipple too though!
Nelson held on for dear life as the enormous breast beneath him shook and jiggled. Mrs Yip was laughing.
“Little lover must wait one moment!” She said, chiding him gently. “Hold on and I find some private area.”
Suddenly Nelson’s world lunched as Mrs Yip began to walk. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, being thrown around like a doll in a washing machine, gripping onto the nipple below him with all his strength. Again he heard Mrs Yip speaking, something in cantonese to her fellow giants. Then there was a massive pressure on him from behind, pushing into the plush mountain in front of him. Mrs Yip was holding him against her nipple with a single finger.
Barely able to breathe, Nelson closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to calm his body and feel the world around him. Pinned to the softness of the massive boob and with his legs wrapped around a stiff rubbery nipple, he wasn’t in danger of falling. Mrs Yip’s body was giving off a huge amount of heat and he could smell, or even taste, her salty skin and the remnants of a cloying floral perfume. After what felt like a minute or so, he felt his entire world rotate. Despite being unable to see, her could feel the pressure on his front increase and he had the sensation of slowly falling backwards. Mrs Yip was leaning over, and the weight of her tit was pushing into her finger, and into him. From this position, the world seemed to roll around for a few moments, shifting this way and that, until the pressure from behind him was released and light and air flooded back in. Nelson took a deep breath and opened his eyes. There again was Mrs Yip’s face, looking down at him with that same amused and expectant face. He could see that they were now in a different neighbourhood, and that Mrs Yip was now reclining, Her arm resting on the roof of a building that seemed to protest under the pressure, a cloud of dust beginning to rise from its roof as some structures within it began to realise they weren’t up to the task of supporting her weight. Nelson had a sneaking suspicion that there probably wasn’t a street wide enough to fit Mrs Yip’s resting body, and that maybe a smaller building had become a sacrificial cushion under her behind.
“Now Nelson, I want you to get warmed up. I get warm myself with this new toy, and then you get inside for the ride. Ok? Okay.” Nelson looked over to see a sports car in Mrs Yip’s other hand. She smiled and nodded, as she guided it down between her legs. Nelson began to rock his hips as he saw her eyes refocus on him and a soft moan escape her lips.
*It’s a double angle day! The original angle for this set was the POV from between her legs, but when I set up the shot from across the rooftops I thought it looked too good to pass up and added some extra characters and effects. In the end, I know you all love a good POV so I decided to post both. I do love the close up looking down at Nelson riding the nipple too though!
Nelson held on for dear life as the enormous breast beneath him shook and jiggled. Mrs Yip was laughing.
“Little lover must wait one moment!” She said, chiding him gently. “Hold on and I find some private area.”
Suddenly Nelson’s world lunched as Mrs Yip began to walk. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, being thrown around like a doll in a washing machine, gripping onto the nipple below him with all his strength. Again he heard Mrs Yip speaking, something in cantonese to her fellow giants. Then there was a massive pressure on him from behind, pushing into the plush mountain in front of him. Mrs Yip was holding him against her nipple with a single finger.
Barely able to breathe, Nelson closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to calm his body and feel the world around him. Pinned to the softness of the massive boob and with his legs wrapped around a stiff rubbery nipple, he wasn’t in danger of falling. Mrs Yip’s body was giving off a huge amount of heat and he could smell, or even taste, her salty skin and the remnants of a cloying floral perfume. After what felt like a minute or so, he felt his entire world rotate. Despite being unable to see, her could feel the pressure on his front increase and he had the sensation of slowly falling backwards. Mrs Yip was leaning over, and the weight of her tit was pushing into her finger, and into him. From this position, the world seemed to roll around for a few moments, shifting this way and that, until the pressure from behind him was released and light and air flooded back in. Nelson took a deep breath and opened his eyes. There again was Mrs Yip’s face, looking down at him with that same amused and expectant face. He could see that they were now in a different neighbourhood, and that Mrs Yip was now reclining, Her arm resting on the roof of a building that seemed to protest under the pressure, a cloud of dust beginning to rise from its roof as some structures within it began to realise they weren’t up to the task of supporting her weight. Nelson had a sneaking suspicion that there probably wasn’t a street wide enough to fit Mrs Yip’s resting body, and that maybe a smaller building had become a sacrificial cushion under her behind.
“Now Nelson, I want you to get warmed up. I get warm myself with this new toy, and then you get inside for the ride. Ok? Okay.” Nelson looked over to see a sports car in Mrs Yip’s other hand. She smiled and nodded, as she guided it down between her legs. Nelson began to rock his hips as he saw her eyes refocus on him and a soft moan escape her lips.
She tried to be careful. She wanted to keep as much intact as possible. The buildings were so minuscule, and crumbled to dust so easily, but they were all the more beautiful for it. Details of architecture looked so intricate at this scale, and the more she looked the more she could see. The streets with cars, and shops, and people, so tiny they were barely perceptible, but all sentient, all her subjects. She could feel their awe, and fear, and love.
London was in the palm of her hands. It had not been easy, but the ground by the River Thames was so soft that she had simply dug her fingers down into it and carefully joined the edges of her palms together, cutting through tube tunnels, cabling, pipes, and earth, all the way to bedrock. Then, sitting up, she lifted the whole thing towards her face to examine it more closely. The towers glistened and the streets sparkled, and the people crawled from their ruined buildings to see her face looking down on them.
*Keeping it simple but still effective. Yes the map in the background is not London but I'm yet to find a good way of doing the vast expanses of fields and suburbs that make up most of Britain. At this scale I think she'd be many miles tall.
She tried to be careful. She wanted to keep as much intact as possible. The buildings were so minuscule, and crumbled to dust so easily, but they were all the more beautiful for it. Details of architecture looked so intricate at this scale, and the more she looked the more she could see. The streets with cars, and shops, and people, so tiny they were barely perceptible, but all sentient, all her subjects. She could feel their awe, and fear, and love.
London was in the palm of her hands. It had not been easy, but the ground by the River Thames was so soft that she had simply dug her fingers down into it and carefully joined the edges of her palms together, cutting through tube tunnels, cabling, pipes, and earth, all the way to bedrock. Then, sitting up, she lifted the whole thing towards her face to examine it more closely. The towers glistened and the streets sparkled, and the people crawled from their ruined buildings to see her face looking down on them.
*Keeping it simple but still effective. Yes the map in the background is not London but I'm yet to find a good way of doing the vast expanses of fields and suburbs that make up most of Britain. At this scale I think she'd be many miles tall.
Mary shivered. Despite the warm golden light of a summer evening she felt her skin prickle as if she had stepped into a freezer. The streets of Milbrook were deserted. She walked down the centre of the road with Bill a dozen steps behind her. He had stopped to try the door of a car parked up at the side of the road. It was locked.
“No use anyway, I can’t hotwire the damn thing.”
Mary kept walking, scanning the horizon. The buildings around were tatty garages and closed offices. A convenience store was boarded up.
“Shit” cried Bill.
Mary span around to see a dark form splinter the horizon. The shape of a human, towering over the low skyline of trees and buildings. She was huge. This was Mary’s first time seeing a giant and she almost cried out as her knees buckled. Her heart felt like it was going to break through her ribcage. She felt a hand grab her.
“We have to run.” Said Bill, almost in a whisper.
They both began sprinting down the street. They had to find cover, they had to hide. Mary glanced at the boarded up shops and offices. They needed a quick in. They could try and break down a door but they needed to get undercover quickly. Everywhere was shut up.
“She’s coming!” screamed Bill.
Mary span her head around. She was young, maybe only a year or two older than herself. She was pretty. They had been spotted. She was looking directly at them. Even at this distance she could see the leer on the woman’s face.
They sprinted. On Mary’s left there was an open gate to a lot with a tatty building. A workshop. A footfall thudded behind her. The shutters were open. Thud, again, louder. Lungs burning, Mary threw herself through the doors and into the dark space. Bill was at her side. They each grabbed a shutter and tried to push them shut, but they were heavy, and sticky with rust, and screamed in protest. Then there was a stillness. She was already there. The ground complained under gigantic feet as her enormous weight compresses asphalt and concrete. A neighbouring brick building groaned and collapsed as her knee dropped on top of it. Mary and Bill held each other as they backed into the empty workshop. There was nowhere to run. They were trapped like rats. Even if they had shut the doors she could have ripped the roof off.
Like a white elephant, a hand appeared at the doors, filling the opening. It crossed the threshold slowly, fingers splayed, feeling blindly, clutching. There was no way out.
Mary shivered. Despite the warm golden light of a summer evening she felt her skin prickle as if she had stepped into a freezer. The streets of Milbrook were deserted. She walked down the centre of the road with Bill a dozen steps behind her. He had stopped to try the door of a car parked up at the side of the road. It was locked.
“No use anyway, I can’t hotwire the damn thing.”
Mary kept walking, scanning the horizon. The buildings around were tatty garages and closed offices. A convenience store was boarded up.
“Shit” cried Bill.
Mary span around to see a dark form splinter the horizon. The shape of a human, towering over the low skyline of trees and buildings. She was huge. This was Mary’s first time seeing a giant and she almost cried out as her knees buckled. Her heart felt like it was going to break through her ribcage. She felt a hand grab her.
“We have to run.” Said Bill, almost in a whisper.
They both began sprinting down the street. They had to find cover, they had to hide. Mary glanced at the boarded up shops and offices. They needed a quick in. They could try and break down a door but they needed to get undercover quickly. Everywhere was shut up.
“She’s coming!” screamed Bill.
Mary span her head around. She was young, maybe only a year or two older than herself. She was pretty. They had been spotted. She was looking directly at them. Even at this distance she could see the leer on the woman’s face.
They sprinted. On Mary’s left there was an open gate to a lot with a tatty building. A workshop. A footfall thudded behind her. The shutters were open. Thud, again, louder. Lungs burning, Mary threw herself through the doors and into the dark space. Bill was at her side. They each grabbed a shutter and tried to push them shut, but they were heavy, and sticky with rust, and screamed in protest. Then there was a stillness. She was already there. The ground complained under gigantic feet as her enormous weight compresses asphalt and concrete. A neighbouring brick building groaned and collapsed as her knee dropped on top of it. Mary and Bill held each other as they backed into the empty workshop. There was nowhere to run. They were trapped like rats. Even if they had shut the doors she could have ripped the roof off.
Like a white elephant, a hand appeared at the doors, filling the opening. It crossed the threshold slowly, fingers splayed, feeling blindly, clutching. There was no way out.
Mary shivered. Despite the warm golden light of a summer evening she felt her skin prickle as if she had stepped into a freezer. The streets of Milbrook were deserted. She walked down the centre of the road with Bill a dozen steps behind her. He had stopped to try the door of a car parked up at the side of the road. It was locked.
“No use anyway, I can’t hotwire the damn thing.”
Mary kept walking, scanning the horizon. The buildings around were tatty garages and closed offices. A convenience store was boarded up.
“Shit” cried Bill.
Mary span around to see a dark form splinter the horizon. The shape of a human, towering over the low skyline of trees and buildings. She was huge. This was Mary’s first time seeing a giant and she almost cried out as her knees buckled. Her heart felt like it was going to break through her ribcage. She felt a hand grab her.
“We have to run.” Said Bill, almost in a whisper.
They both began sprinting down the street. They had to find cover, they had to hide. Mary glanced at the boarded up shops and offices. They needed a quick in. They could try and break down a door but they needed to get undercover quickly. Everywhere was shut up.
“She’s coming!” screamed Bill.
Mary span her head around. She was young, maybe only a year or two older than herself. She was pretty. They had been spotted. She was looking directly at them. Even at this distance she could see the leer on the woman’s face.
They sprinted. On Mary’s left there was an open gate to a lot with a tatty building. A workshop. A footfall thudded behind her. The shutters were open. Thud, again, louder. Lungs burning, Mary threw herself through the doors and into the dark space. Bill was at her side. They each grabbed a shutter and tried to push them shut, but they were heavy, and sticky with rust, and screamed in protest. Then there was a stillness. She was already there. The ground complained under gigantic feet as her enormous weight compresses asphalt and concrete. A neighbouring brick building groaned and collapsed as her knee dropped on top of it. Mary and Bill held each other as they backed into the empty workshop. There was nowhere to run. They were trapped like rats. Even if they had shut the doors she could have ripped the roof off.
Like a white elephant, a hand appeared at the doors, filling the opening. It crossed the threshold slowly, fingers splayed, feeling blindly, clutching. There was no way out.
Sirens wailed as the aircraft carrier rose up above the waves and into the sky. It was like an island had been created under them; a volcano thrusting up from the ocean floor, sped up a million times, lifting the mightiest warships known to man clear of the sea and onto dry land. The ship listed on unsteady ground. Fighter jets tumbled from the deck, smashing onto the earth, and into the sea. But this island wasn’t made of rock, or earth. It was flesh. There was a body expanding upwards. Breasts of mountainous size rose clear of the water. Legs and arms stretched away from a body. And there was a face. And then a deep breath.
*
And how? How did this happen? What had happened? For Sam, her eyes fluttered open and she was on her back in shallow water. She felt a breeze playing over her wet skin, as water lapped around her. The sky was overcast, a flat light that was somehow comforting. The sky seemed close. There was something on her body. Maybe a few things. She lifted her head slightly and saw small grey objects resting on her. One caught in the valley between her breasts, another perched precariously on her nipple, and one on her belly. What were they? In her groggy state they almost looked like twigs, but they had a regularity to them, a structure. Toy boats? Sitting up a bit more she pushed herself onto an elbow. The ground under the water had an incredibly soft thin layer, with with a firmness under it. There was no land in sight. The water was salty.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
Tiny explosions erupted along her side. Little flashes of fire and smoke. They were hot, and they tickled and pricked. There were other toys in the water. Toys? Ships. They bobbed in the rough water she made as she moved. The scale was wrong, the water was flat, the waves minuscule, the water rushing off her body looked like waterfalls not droplets. Battleships! Tiny battleships, and they were opening fire at her.
* This is one of those shots that was set up to work from a main angle. It’s not too bad from many others but you can see how the waves only work when viewed from close to the water’s surface. Once you get too high their structure is revealed.
Sirens wailed as the aircraft carrier rose up above the waves and into the sky. It was like an island had been created under them; a volcano thrusting up from the ocean floor, sped up a million times, lifting the mightiest warships known to man clear of the sea and onto dry land. The ship listed on unsteady ground. Fighter jets tumbled from the deck, smashing onto the earth, and into the sea. But this island wasn’t made of rock, or earth. It was flesh. There was a body expanding upwards. Breasts of mountainous size rose clear of the water. Legs and arms stretched away from a body. And there was a face. And then a deep breath.
*
And how? How did this happen? What had happened? For Sam, her eyes fluttered open and she was on her back in shallow water. She felt a breeze playing over her wet skin, as water lapped around her. The sky was overcast, a flat light that was somehow comforting. The sky seemed close. There was something on her body. Maybe a few things. She lifted her head slightly and saw small grey objects resting on her. One caught in the valley between her breasts, another perched precariously on her nipple, and one on her belly. What were they? In her groggy state they almost looked like twigs, but they had a regularity to them, a structure. Toy boats? Sitting up a bit more she pushed herself onto an elbow. The ground under the water had an incredibly soft thin layer, with with a firmness under it. There was no land in sight. The water was salty.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
Tiny explosions erupted along her side. Little flashes of fire and smoke. They were hot, and they tickled and pricked. There were other toys in the water. Toys? Ships. They bobbed in the rough water she made as she moved. The scale was wrong, the water was flat, the waves minuscule, the water rushing off her body looked like waterfalls not droplets. Battleships! Tiny battleships, and they were opening fire at her.
* This is one of those shots that was set up to work from a main angle. It’s not too bad from many others but you can see how the waves only work when viewed from close to the water’s surface. Once you get too high their structure is revealed.
Sirens wailed as the aircraft carrier rose up above the waves and into the sky. It was like an island had been created under them; a volcano thrusting up from the ocean floor, sped up a million times, lifting the mightiest warships known to man clear of the sea and onto dry land. The ship listed on unsteady ground. Fighter jets tumbled from the deck, smashing onto the earth, and into the sea. But this island wasn’t made of rock, or earth. It was flesh. There was a body expanding upwards. Breasts of mountainous size rose clear of the water. Legs and arms stretched away from a body. And there was a face. And then a deep breath.
*
And how? How did this happen? What had happened? For Sam, her eyes fluttered open and she was on her back in shallow water. She felt a breeze playing over her wet skin, as water lapped around her. The sky was overcast, a flat light that was somehow comforting. The sky seemed close. There was something on her body. Maybe a few things. She lifted her head slightly and saw small grey objects resting on her. One caught in the valley between her breasts, another perched precariously on her nipple, and one on her belly. What were they? In her groggy state they almost looked like twigs, but they had a regularity to them, a structure. Toy boats? Sitting up a bit more she pushed herself onto an elbow. The ground under the water had an incredibly soft thin layer, with with a firmness under it. There was no land in sight. The water was salty.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Tiny explosions erupted along her side. Little flashes of fire and smoke. They were hot, and they tickled and pricked. There were other toys in the water. Toys? Ships. They bobbed in the rough water she made as she moved. The scale was wrong, the water was flat, the waves minuscule, the water rushing off her body looked like waterfalls not droplets. Battleships! Tiny battleships, and they were opening fire at her.
“Well Mister Mayor, not so tough now are you.” Isabella squeezed her hand until she felt him squirm. “The lightest of pressure from me and you almost pop like a grape. It doesn’t bear thinking about what would happen if I actually tried to hurt you.” Her lips curled into a thin smile of satisfaction. “I’m taking over this town and there’s nothing that you or your ridiculous integrity can do about it. You’ve shut down your last deal my little friend.” She practically spat the last words out into his tiny contorted face.
There was chaos in the streets. Smoke billowed from the destroyed apartment block next to the cinema where the trap had been sprung. The mayor had a hard on for locking up the Mafia. He also had a hard on for hookers. It was an easy set up. They simply had to use the stolen growth ray and knocked through the wall of the knocking shop.
“Ok girls, disperse this crowd.” Monica didn’t need to be told twice and scampered after the fleeing onlookers who scattered before her. These girls had been below the boys in the old regime, but now things would be different, they had the muscle. Isabella was going to have to get used to this. She looked around her, over the rooftops of buildings eight stories high. Her enforcers were barely half as tall as her. She was the biggest boss of them all. The wriggling man in her hand reminded her of when she was a child and had caught a mouse in a trap. The little thing’s tail had been caught and she found it alive. Holding it in her hand she had felt it’s heart beating, and she had wrung its neck. Not because she enjoyed it, but because she wanted to feel what it was like. The mayor was no bigger than a little mouse to her and she had his life in the palm of her hand. “Vermin.” She said with her thin smile, and slowly began to squeeze.
*You may notice that the asphalt on the road isn’t great. It tiles often and there are no road markings. For some reason this one material doesn’t transfer from Daz to Blender properly. I can’t figure it out right now but I’m hopeful that if I can sit down for a while I can work through it, but that will take some time. I used the material you see now as it works well in the main image, even if it doesn’t look great in the alt angles when seen from above.
Isabella is x15 size and her enforcers are x10.7 size (so she’s exaggerating when she says barely half as tall.)
