Tour Group - Chapter 37

Vivian was next to leave the dining room, excusing herself politely before vanishing into the corridor leaving Marta and Ava with the large group of tiny tourists.

'I think we should get going too,' Allison said, tousling Michael's hair, 'We want to be nice and rested for our night in the plains, don't we?'

The little boy nodded excitedly, behaving a little less maturely than he should for his age. It was obvious when seeing him beside Aiden, who seemed a little more independent, but this was to be expected. Prior to this trip, Allison had scarcely let her son out of their home, in fear that something would happen to him. She had experienced life as a tiny person for long enough to know that he wasn't missing anything outside of their tint-only colony, in a luxurious flat in the middle of the city.

But now he had seen so much, and most of it terrifying. It was only natural that he had regressed into a more child-like state, happy for his mother to care for him.

'Martha, was it? Could you kindly call us an attendant to take us back to our room?' the tiny woman asked.

'Of course,' the giantess nodded, ignoring the misunderstood name. She waved over a waitress who was more than happy to run off to come back with a tray to carry the tiny family.

Once set on the table top, the twin begrudgingly got on, leaving Javier alone with Li, who they were sure was competing for his attention. Allison led her son on to it as well, but turned around angrily when Donald made to follow them.

'Where do you think you're going?' she demanded.

'What do you mean? I'm going back to my room,' he replied tersely.

'I think you've made it pretty clear that you don't want to spend more time with this family than you have to,' Allison said coldly.

'Oh, come on, Allison! Be reasonable,' he shouted.

'Don't raise your voice at me,' Allison hissed, 'Come if you want, but you don't have to be dragged down by us anymore.'

Exasperated, Donald Davidson didn't say a word as he hopped onto the tray. They were carried off towards their room at a steady pace, and Michael was staring at the massive landscape as it sped by. He had never experienced so much movement among giants before, and every moment was a new adventure to him. He ignored his sisters as they chatted, and his parents who did the same but with more strained voices.

'He is totally more into me than you,' Nicole shrugged, confidently.

'Yeah, well he liked talking to me more because I'm interesting,' Jessica shot back.

'Well, he definitely thinks I'm hotter,' Nicole retorted.

'We look exactly the same, idiot,' Jessica huffed.

'Whatever! Just keep your hands off of him tonight,' Nicole said more seriously.

'Try me, bitch. I'm gonna make him fall in love with me,' Jessica pouted.

'I can't wait to see you try … and fail!' Nicole pouted back.

'Why are you making such a big deal out of everything?' Donald asked.

Allison said nothing for a moment, then turned to face her husband and answer, but he was no longer looking at her. She followed his gaze across the corridor, at a young woman who was standing by a door, fiddling with her key. The giantess couldn't have been more than 30 years old, and was dressed in a barely visible pink, micro bikini. As they passed behind her, Donald's eyes were all but physically glued to her perky, round ass.

'That is exactly why,' Allison hissed.

'Huh?' Donald replied, having almost forgotten what he had asked in his distracted state.

'And there you go, you proved my point,' Allison sighed.

'Which is what exactly?' he demanded.

'You were just staring at that girl's ass with your tongue hanging out!' she spat, 'I am sick of you only thinking about yourself, and treating this family like a burden.'

'Well I only do that because you make it so hard to have any fun!' Donald puffed.

'You are unbelievable,' Allison shook her head as they reached their room.

The waitress carried them inside and set the tray down on the desk, where their luggage had been laid out. Everyone dismounted the tray except Donald.

'I'm going to take a walk,' he mumbled, motioning for the waitress to take him back outside. Allison have him a stern glance, but said nothing, letting him go.

'Come on, kids, we need to rest up before this safari,' Allison announced, turning her back on her husband, as he was carried out into the corridor. Donald let the woman take him most of the way back to the dining room, but asked to be let down before it. The giantess set him down on the floor, cautioning him that it was dangerous and urging him to stay by the skirting, close to the walls. Donald grumbled his agreement and hopped off onto the cool tile in his swim trunks.

He stepped the noticeable descent into the groove between two tiles but then had to stop as the waitress walked off, her footsteps creating minor earthquakes beneath him. The businessman was angry.

His holiday had been ruined by the bitch on the airplane, but now his wife was mad at him for no reason. Why was she angry that he was a hot blooded man? Of course he took notice of pretty women, and he was just the same back home. The only difference was that Allison didn't see him all day while he was working. How was that his fault?

In addition to being so unreasonable about that, it now seemed that she was trying to split him from his children. So what if he didn't spend much time with them day to day? That was a woman's job! He was making the money, so how could he be expected to raise his kids too? He was still mad about all of this when he felt the tremors of an approaching titan. He glanced up to see a middle-aged woman coming his way. He stepped to the side to hug the wall, but instead found himself walking underneath it.

The giantess suddenly veered towards him, and before he knew what was happening, she pushed the wall back. Donald curled into a ball as the door opened above him, and the woman's flip flops slapped the ground around him as she walked over his meek form into another room. Once she had passed, the door started to swing back towards him, and Donald had to duck onto his hands and knees to keep from knocking his head.

After the danger had passed, the 54-year-old stood up and took in the rooms he was in. The door had come higher off the ground than a bedroom door, and the inside was certainly not that of a suite. For starters, the entire ground was tiled, and the wall facing him was lined with massive wooden cubicles. As he looked down the line, he could see wide, white structures in each, until finally his eyes reached a stall where two giant feet were planted on either side of the white edifice.

It was at that moment that Donald realized that he was standing in a women's restroom, and an idea started forming in his head. His wife was already mad at him for being a pervy little peeping Tom, so why not at least do the crime if he was going to do the time. He had long since had a craving to try the age-old prank of spying on a women's toilet, and now fate had led him right into one.

He was almost giddy at the thought of getting to love this out and hurriedly started running towards the stall with feet visible. He wondered what kind of woman he would see, just picturing a huge pussy before panties were pulled up sent his mind racing and his dick raging. As he approached the stall, he forgot how visible he would be on the white tiles, especially if the woman was already facing him.

He foolishly rushed under the door of the stall and was met with a gasp.

Donald froze as he came face to face with the older Asian woman from the tour group. He stared up her bare, wrinkled legs as they rose sharply to the top of the toilet seat and then disappeared over it. The woman's body leaned forward from above, covered by a sundress that she had rolled up to her waist. She locked her eyes with his and held his gaze for a moment.

The man turned on his heels as he realized that he had been caught, but before he could take a step in the other direction, he was knocked down by something heavy. The weight pressed him flat from behind, pinning him to the tile as it blocked out all light from above. The worn, black leather was caked in dirt, the tiny bumps poking into his bare back, but Donald could tell that the giantess wasn't trying to crush him. No, he had a far worse feeling in his stomach as the sandal started to slide back towards the seated titan, dragging his helpless form with it. The bits of dirt scraped along the tile, making the man's teeth chatter from the screeching.

When he finally stopped, he expected the shoe to come off rapidly, but the Asian woman left her heavy foot on top of him for a moment longer. Suddenly, the weight vanished from over him, but the sandal slammed into the ground only a inch away from him, reminding him that it was near enough to crush him if the giantess wanted to.

Donald knew that he wasn't going to be able to run away from this situation, so he would just have to talk his way out. He rolled onto his back, looking up as the toilet  bowl as it jutted forward, and the undersides of the woman's pale, slightly wrinkled thighs. He watched the building-sized limbs flex as the huge elderly woman leaned forward, her head emerging from beyond the cliff of the toilet, her eyes quickly fixing on him, and a wry smile on her face. Donald opened his mouth to speak, but Vivian was quicker. Her left hand swooped down and snatched up the supine man, holding him between her index and middle finger as she lifted him off the ground.

The giantess straightened up gracefully, sitting back on the toilet with her skirts held in her right hand. She brought Donald up to eye level and squinted to see who he was. After a few moments, no spark of recognition appeared.

'Do I know you?' she asked, softly, not wanting to be too loud in a restroom.

'Davidson, Donald Davidson? From the tour group?' the man replied.

'Ah,' Vivian said, nodding, 'From the little family.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' he bristled, but the giantess ignored him, hardly intimidated by the big she held as she sat on the toilet.

'Why are you in the lady's restroom?' Vivian asked, studying him with her huge, dark eyes. When he hesitated, he saw her smile, and he knew that she knew exactly what he was doing there.

'I … must have gotten lost,' Donald tried, but the giantess actually giggled.

'I may be an old woman, but I am not a fool,' Vivian shook her head, 'You came here to spy on women while they went about their business, didn't you?'

Donald was about to reply, but the giantess cut him off.

'Why would a man want to be here when we do such vile, although natural things? Are you not repulsed by bodily motions?' she asked.

'What are you talking …' Donald started, but the woman had already made her decision.

'You are going to have to learn that there is nothing nice about what goes on in here,' Vivian said mischievously, more than happy to punish the rude little man.

Before he could say another word, he was whisked sideways so fast that his head spun. With the dexterity of a much younger woman, Vivian slapped Donald against a rough, white sheet pressing his back into the paper as her fingers slipped behind to support it. With a sudden, downward tug, she tore the paper from where it had been attached to the wall.

Donald recognized the feeling of the toilet paper in an instant, but he was far more terrified of where he was going next. Without a moment's hesitation, the giantess sent him flying around to the front of the toilet bowl. Donald gasped as he shot right for the huge, elderly woman's abdomen. With the bottom of her dress raised, he could see everything below her navel. The slightest pudge of her belly led down to a surprisingly well kept bush of jet black, curly pubic hair. With a tilt of her arm, Donald was pushed towards it, and he shut his eyes in anticipation.

Mercifully, he missed the jungle between Vivian's legs and instead passed through the gap between her and the inner edge of the toilet seat, entering the stale, still air of the bowl. The acrid smell of urine was strong here and the Asian woman's titanic body blocked most light from entering, but enough leaked in from around her for Donald to make out the dark color of the water below. He didn't dare to struggle against the giant thumb that secured him to the was of toilet paper, not wanting to risk falling into the mess.

Another quick flick of Vivian's wrist tilted Donald back up, and now he was face to face with the underside of the giantess. Her buttcheeks were spread high above him, opening her crack so that her asshole was clearly visible, dark and wrinkled even compared to the rest of her skin. As his eyes returned along her perineum, they stopped on the messy opening that was her cunt. The fleshy lips formed an intricate network of random folds, surrounded by more curly pubic hair. As he watched, he saw a final drop of urine fall from within the folds, splattering into the water below with an echoing drip.

'Are you trying to scare m…' Donald shouted, but couldn't finish as the hand holding him propelled him up towards Vivian's pussy at an alarming rate. At the last second, the thumb disappeared and there was as nothing between him and her hot, radiant sex, expanding before his very eyes as it approached.