Little King (14)

Hamel felt sick, like his stomach was being squeezed by the rest of his body. He felt the contents of his gut sloshing around and failed to stop himself from retching. The frail man convulsed as his body shook, his vision blurring and the sounds around him becoming dull.

Eleanor watched intently. She had seen him do this to animals before, but to watch a human shiver and diminish before her very eyes was astounding. The alchemist began to descend to the floor, his clothes becoming loose and ultimately falling off his narrowing shoulders.

He looked up at her, pain and confusion in his eyes. He watched the blurry figure shoot up, as his eyes started level with hers, but quickly dropped to the level of her breasts, then her belly, then her hips, and her knees. He fell into his own robes before he could see more, but he felt himself shrinking within the layers of rough fabric.

The whole affair only took a few seconds, and then the room was silent, Eleanor stared down at the pile of clothes where the ugly man had once stood, waiting to see what would happen.

Hamel's hearing came back, but he was surrounded by darkness, sandwiched within the folds of heavy cotton. He started crawling, aimlessly trying to find a way out, but not knowing where he was going.

BOOM. BOOM.

Hamel froze as the ground shook around him, and the two deafening sounds reverberated around his body. He was about to start moving again, when his world started to shift. Hamel grabbed onto the nearest piece of cloth, as everything shifted violently and seemed to rise into the air.

Eleanor picked up the tunic with one hand, holding the first around her with the other, and stood up, raising it to the level of her shoulders. She gave it a little shake to see if she could extract the tiny man from it, but nothing came out.

Hamel was holding on for his life, not as sure about his invulnerability as he had said, and terrified that falling out of the robe may spell his doom. He gripped the cotton with every ounce of strength in his 1-inch tall body as the world shook around him.

Eleanor had quickly grown tired of waiting and dropped her furs, allowing the blanket to fall to her ankles. Then, holding the pesky man's robes with both hands, gave it a violent whip.

Hamel cried out as the force of the shake almost ripped his arms out of his shoulders. He was thrown free of the sheet and shot out into the open air. He screamed as he rocketed towards the ground, and locked eyes with the Queen, who watched him falling with great intrigue. She stared at him as he flailed in the air before hitting the stone with a sharp crack.

Hamel's vision went black and he went limp, fainting from the impact, but the giantess now staring down at him noted the distinct lack of a blood splatter around him. She walked over to him, naked as the day she was born, and squatted down over him. She reached forward with a finger and placed it on his chest.

Miraculously, he was still breathing, and unbeknownst to her, his little body was hard at work healing itself. He started to come to, and his eyes opened slowly. Hamel gasped as he gazed up at the stunning Queens colossal body. Her feet were on either side of him, each several times his size, and her huge legs rose into the sky, bent so far that her thighs were resting on her calves. Right above him, he looked upon Eleanor's divine womanhood, a veritable canyon of pink flesh, spread a little by her posture and it's entrance surrounded by curly blonde hair.

The musk of her pussy enveloped him, as he continued to look up along her naked body, ogling her luscious breasts, each one the size of a small moon. He followed her arm down to her hand, stretched out to him. He couldn't believe that the Queen was about to touch him, to hold him, to pick him up. Her finger and thumb were all but upon him, but they were already joined, almost as if she was about to …

CRACK.

Hamel felt his jaw shatter as the giantess flicked him with her finger, the top of the nail striking him square in the face. His helpless little body went flying backwards and he landed in a heap on his back. His head lulled backwards, his neck broken, and he lost feeling of his body. Yet he was still alive.

Eleanor nodded with satisfaction as she reached for him, her giant hand blocking out the light as it enveloped him. She could see that his eyes were still moving, and sure enough, as she wrapped her fingers around him, she could feel him start to move.

Hamel couldn't believe it. He was alive. His head and neck ached, but his spine had repaired itself, and he was still alive, now in the soft, warm hand of his gorgeous Queen. He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment of complete joy: his life was entirely in the goddess's hand, literally. His dreams were finally coming through. He had succeeded, and now the Queen would thank him, maybe even reward him. She could keep him as a pet. Hamel would have been happy to even live at her feet, serving and worshipping her like she deserved.

But he was pulled out of his fantasy as the blonde dropped him roughly onto one of the worktables. He sat up and looked longingly up at her lean abdomen, the balcony of her bosom above him.

'It appears that you have triumphed, Hamel,' the giantess booked, her soft voice somehow louder than the tiny man could ever hope to yell.

'Thank you, your Highness,' he bowed, standing. He suddenly became aware of how naked he was, and prayed that the Queen didn't see his erect penis pointed directly at her. Either she didn't notice, or didn't care, as Eleanor cut him off before he could stay more.

'Of course, if I hadn't tested your little potion on you, we may never have known. So really, you wouldn't have succeeded without my help,' she grinned, invalidating a decade of his work in a single breath. Hamel was at a loss for words, not wanting to contradict his goddess, but feeling that his contributions to the shrinking potion were being a little understated. Thankfully, Eleanor did not wait for him and continued to share her thoughts with the puny creature.

'It is clear that this potion can shrink a person, and render them impervious to a great deal of force. It appears that you can also recover from whatever injuries you do sustain, correct?' she asked.

Hamel nodded.

'Good, but to truly know what we have created, we must test the other dangers that a little insect like you will face. So let us begin.'

Hamel's blood went cold as a wicked smile spread across the Queen's enormous face, and in the flickering light of the candles in the dark room, the tiny man thought that he saw a face that wasn't the Queen's. A face of pure evil.

***

‘Now, let’s find you something to do, shall we?’ Miss Rebecca grinned at the tiny man in her fist. She was holding him tightly, not worried about his discomfort because she knew that he couldn’t be crushed. He was going to mean big business for her house, and she wasn’t going to let him slip through her fingers, as she marched down the steps from the upper floor of the building to the hall below.

Miss Rebecca’s house housed a total of six girls, their ages ranging from 28, all the way down to 16. The two story building was part of a row of similar buildings beside the main road that wound its way up the incline of Evenguard. The ground floor was a simple space, with an entrance, in which the main stairs to the upper level formed the back, and a hall, in which the mistress had gathered her girls, having sent the little Celine upstairs with a maid to find her a place to sleep. She was hardly thinking of the child as such a great opportunity stared down at her, but she was a woman of her word, and fulfilled her promise quickly.

Now, the six young women before her, in various degrees of undress, waited patiently for Rebecca to speak. She stood with a smile on her face and raised her fist, opening it with a flicker of showmanship to display the tiny man upon it.

‘This,’ Rebecca paused for dramatic effect, as the room went silent, ‘Is our newest addition to the house.’

The girls squinted to get a better look at him, sat uncomfortably in the giantess’s soft palm. He was looking back at them, and unlike the young women who dismissed him as a very temporary tool, he hurriedly tried to figure out who he might be able to convince to help him escape. As if sensing his thoughts, Miss Rebecca closed her fingers around him once more, giving him a little squeeze to ensure that he was secure. Rhancar felt his ribs groan as the powerful muscles of the giantess’s hand forced the air out of his lungs.

‘I know what you must be thinking,’ Miss Rebecca continued, ‘That we already use people like him, but I can assure you that this one is special. Lauda, would you care to help me demonstrate?’

Rhancar’s world was sideways as the red headed giantess held him by her side. To his horror, one of the girls stepped forwards, and even from afar, he could see just how immense she was. The dirty-blonde, 21-year-old was the heaviest girl in the house, and her huge body was even larger than Miss Rebecca’s. Standing a little taller than her mistress, Lauda had always been a bigger girl, but Rebecca had found that her body type attracted a lot of attention from a select few patrons, and so she encouraged her to maximize her assets.

Having eaten better since joining the house a year ago, Lauda had put on even more weight than she had initially carried, a significant portion of this mass accumulated on her huge belly and chunky thighs. She was dressed in an unlaced corset, her behemoth breasts hanging over the top of her monstrous belly. Rhancar stared at one of her huge nipples, the darker oval of skin larger than he was, rocking from side to side as she walked. A tight pair of dark green panties covered her crotch, the colour matching her corset. A dense forest of light brown pubes spilled out from the side of the panties, pulled taut against her pussy, but the top of the fabric was hidden as her belly fell over it.

Her bare, wobbling thighs slid against each other as she stepped forwards, each hunk of flesh covered in pale, cellulitie-marked skin. The dimples in her flesh made her knees look like cliffs with fleshy meat hanging over them. Her hips were as wide as a horse’s and Rhancar shook with fear at just how the giantess was going to help demonstrate his special worth.

With a whip, Rebecca pulled out a stool from a nearby table and swung it between her and the girls. Understanding what was being asked of her, Lauda stepped to one side of the stool and turned side on to the others. Rhancar was fighting for his life against the giantess’s squeezing digits, but was helpless to stop her from setting him down on the stool. Miss Rebecca crushed his legs, hoping that it would stop him from moving and ruining her show. She released him in the middle of the seat and withdrew her hand.

‘Now sit,’ she said, and Lauda had no problem going along, having obliterated countless little bugs just like him before, for the sexual arousal of her clients. Rhacnar rolled onto his side, his aching legs refusing to move. He glanced up to see nothing but the ocean of pale white skin of Lauda’s enormous rump. The deep creases between her ass and thighs suddenly began to unfold as the titanic woman leaned forwards and stuck her butt out over the stool. Any light reaching the diminutive man was blocked out by the colossus above him, and Rhancar knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get away.

The other girls watched with mild excitement as Lauda relaxed her muscles and sat down on the stool. The puny man disappeared beneath her colossal booty, the sea of flesh swallowing him up as he was embraced by the fatty buttocks. Rhancar felt an unimaginable pain as the huge weight of the giantess was transferred onto him and his little body was pulverized under the pressure. He was totally frozen, trapped by the force of Lauda’s massive left buttcheek as it compressed the very life out of him.

Having learned to enjoy her job, Lauda wiggled her butt on the stool, thinking about the dozens of tiny lives that she had ended with her ass. She hadn’t initially understood the appeal, but overtime, the giantess had grown to savour the power she had over the little bugs, and the humiliation they must have felt of being eradicated by her derriere. The little man would be no different, seeing as he was too small for her to even feel. The dirty-blonde was sure that his little carcass would be nothing but a red pulp on her plump buttocks, an insignificant stain on her vast arse.

The other girls too were sure that the obese, dancing giantess was reducing their Mistress’s ill-guided champion to a fine paste on her ass. Only Rebecca knew how astounded they would be when they saw what Rhancar actually looked like, after the biggest lapdance they could imagine.