Tour Group - Chapter 36

'Lynn, can we talk?' John asked, stepping up to the woman who had been smiling as she chatted with Vivian. The giantess's face was unreadable, but she nodded and pushed her chair back. She gave Ava a look and the 16-year-old shook her head.

'You guys go ahead, I'll bring Aiden back later,' Ava said.

Her mother nodded and held out her hand for her husband to climb on. The pair left the dining room, Lynn strolling onto the covered promenade that led towards the bedrooms.

'Look … I think I was being a little pushy,' John started.

'Can we wait until we're alone?' Lynn cut him off. He looked up at her from the level of her massive breasts, the heaving mounds pushing against the black, floral bikini top. She was looking ahead, not meeting his eyes, so he kept his mouth shut, being carried away from prying eyes, to the isolation of their room. He had a bad feeling about this.

Lynn took them inside and shut the door behind, slipping off her sandals before walking over to the bed. She set John down before turning and sitting beside him. The tiny man backed away as the bedding sank under Lynn's shapely hips. He looked up at her and she wasn't looking back, instead staring out at the room.

'Lynn, what happened to us?' John asked.

'I couldn't trust you,' the giantess replied.

'Couldn't trust me? With what?' he asked.

'With keeping Aiden safe,' Lynn whispered, 'You couldn't keep him safe.'

'What was I supposed to do?' John asked, 'I risked my life. I did everything humanly possible to …'

'You didn't do everything humanly possible,' Lynn interrupted, 'A human could have stopped his son getting sat on. You did everything you could do.'

'Wow, is that what this is about?' John asked, 'My size?'

'Just forget it,' the giantess said, frustrated. She stood up from the bed, the springing of the mattress throwing the man off of his feet.

'Hey! Don't walk away from me!' John shouted, 'We can't just not talk about this!'

'What's the point?' Lynn shot back, her back still to her husband, forcing him to talk up to her ass.

'Just say what you're trying to say!' John yelled.

'Just say it? Fine!' Lynn screamed, her voice physically shaking his punt body. Fists clenched, Lynn scowled, ready to show him what she was trying to say. John opened his mouth to taunt her further, but he never got a chance.

In the blink of an eye, Lynn brought her ginormous ass down on her powerless man. John's body disappeared beneath her swimsuit-clad booty, sinking into the bedding as Lynn's weight tackled him. He slipped along the curve of her rear until he was trapped in the crack of his wife's ass, but she wasn't done with him yet.

He felt the pressure eased as Lynn bounced back up, only to slam her rump down on him again.

'You're. Not. Big. Enough!' Lynn spat, punctuating each word with a vicious smash of her rear. She took a twisted pleasure from feeling him squirm beneath her and realized that she had been harbouring these feelings for years. Had she ever really loved John? Or did she merely like the idea of a husband that would never leave her? As she pondered these deep questions, John remained smothered under her immense buttocks, struggling to breathe beneath her.

He had no idea what his wife was doing, but for the first time, he saw her for the huge, angry woman that she was, and he was afraid of her.

***

The tiny man had to think fast. Danielle was quickly disappearing, as her boyfriend watched the colossal buttocks that held her, wobble away. Evan started running before he really knew where he was going. He chased after Becca's huge form, but each step that the giantess took was worth a thousand of his own, and she was getting away from him.

He got a tiny bit of hope as she stopped in front of a dresser, and bent forward to get something out of a bag on top of it. The tiny man eyed the gigantic butt cheeks and knew that he had to somehow get up to them.

His mind was whirring. How could he get there? He thought about scaling furniture, not that he was a good climber, but even then, how could he assure that the giantess was near enough for him to get to Danielle? He knew that his only option was to climb her legs. He charged at the huge woman, who straightened back up, shutting her crack once more.

Becca stepped back from the dresser, with a pair of tangerine panties in hand. Evan was still sprinting at her as she raised her right foot and slipped it into the underwear. Her foot came down with a boom, shaking the ground beneath the punt man's feet, but he kept his balance, running for his girlfriend's life, fearlessly towards the enormous figure.

Another earthquake rippled across the room as the giantess got her other foot into the panties. Evan's heart started to sink as he watched her bend down, grabbing the sides of the panties and hoisting them up. The orange fabric slipped up her legs until they reached her humongous thighs.

Becca had to tug a little harder, but managed to force the fabric up over her legs and to her hips. Evan watched as the panties ballooned out as they were stretched over the huge surface area of the red headed woman's rear. He felt even more hopeless as he watched the back of the underwear slip between her cheeks, sucked into her crack, adding another layer between him, and Danielle.

Satisfied with her clean skin and now cool body, Becca decided that she would make good on her vow. She could see the tiny man out of the corner of her eye, but she wasn't going to pay him any mind. She grinned mischievously as she turned towards the bed, her tiny adversary caught in between.

Keeping her eyes up, she set her body in motion, stomping towards the bed, and as it so happened, the now frozen man. Evan saw the colossus take a step towards him, and he stopped dead.

The giantess's whole body wobbled as she walked, and the man could see the force rippling up along her belly, and dissipating in her titanic bosom. He was sure that she had seen him, but she showed no sign of giving him a break.

He started to turn away from her as she neared him, but before he could truly move away, her meaty right foot swung right at him. The fleshy sole sailed over him as if in slow motion, and Evan was all out of options. Becca smiled to herself as she noticed the distinct lack of the tiny man escaping her step, and took pleasure in treading on the pathetic insect. Evan was bowled over by the ball of the Irish woman's foot, mere moments before the whole weight of her heavy figure pounded him into the floor.

She slowed down slightly, grinding the puny creature beneath her, before continuing on her way, and making sure that he remained on the floor and not stuck to her foot. After all, she didn't want to make it easier for him to try to rescue his woman.

Becca snickered as she was reminded of the terrified, helpless girl in her ass. She walked happily to the bed and climbed up, ready for a nap to rest up before her safari. As she bent to sit down, she parted her ass cheeks just a fraction.

PFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

The humongous woman let out a wicked snicker as she felt the hot jet of gas leave her asshole. Her thoughts immediately shifted onto the bug she had shoved up her ass, and she sincerely hoped that it had suffered as she could tell that it had been a vile, wet fart. What she didn't know was that she had just blasted Danielle's unconscious body out of her bunghole. The tiny woman had all but suffocated in the depths of the Irish woman's rectum and her limp body was ejected, only to get stuck between the thick ass cheeks only a short distance away.

On the floor, Evan groaned in pain as he lay heaving on his back, having been trampled again by the agonizingly overweight goddess. He was equally crestfallen having watched her get into a bed, a platform miles off of the ground. The only positive, was that she would be still, and asleep. He had no idea how he would be able to part her colossal butt cheeks, but at least he would have a chance to get to Danielle.

***

Lynn could feel her husband struggling beneath her, but so much was going through her mind that she didn't care. How dare he even think that he was worthy of her? How dare he make it seem like she was asking too much? She would show him what happened to little bugs that crossed a goddess.

'Don't believe you're too small?' she asked, her voice barely reaching the man trapped under her, 'Well, let me show you what I mean.'

She stood up abruptly, leaving John sprawled on the sheets. She turned to face him, a furious look on her face.

'Let's see what you can do if someone is about to sit on Aiden,' the woman hissed. She spun back around and slammed her butt onto the helpless man. She pushed down, lifting her feet off of the ground to make sure that all of her weight was bearing down on him.

'Well? What are you gonna do? Oh, that's right, you're just gonna get squished along with him!' she spat, angrily wiggling her huge booty over her husband, grinding him into the bed. John was on a nightmarish rollercoaster as the titanic mounds of dense fat and muscle bounced and rolled over him, pushing him around as if he was nothing more than a toy.

Without warning, Lynn stood up, huffing as she felt John lift up with her, glued to her ass. She plucked him roughly off and threw him to the ground. He landed in a heap at his wife's gigantic feet, getting all of three seconds to recover before he was accosted again.

'Or what if Aiden was on the floor and no one saw him? Is this what would happen?' Lynn asked, feigning oblivion as she positioned her raised foot over John. The enormous woman pressed her foot down ferociously, crushing the poor man into the floor. When she had out enough pressure to flatten him, Lynn started to twist her foot from side to side, mercilessly smearing John's body.

'This is what would happen if he was ever in danger! You'd be worse than useless, you'd be putting yourself in danger just by being there,' the blonde continued, 'And forget being a father. What about being big enough to be a husband?'

Lynn lifted John off the ground as she scrunched the skin of her foot, the folding flesh gripping him as she brought him up high enough to pick up again. Holding him between two fingers, John watched his wife raise him to the level of her wide, curvy hips.

'Want to show me what you can do for a woman?' Lynn sneered. With her free hand, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to one side, exposing her thick, hairy vaginal lips. She kept the fabric at bay with her pinkie, and spread the immense pussy open with a finger and thumb. Before John could protest, she showed him towards her body.

The shrunken man was slammed into his wife's ginormous vagina, the hot, wet flesh embracing his body as it oozed more of the musky lubricant. Lynn held the pathetic bug against her sex with a single finger on his back. She shoved him forcefully into her, his body bending unnaturally as he was smothered by the cunt.

'Is that all you got? You're never gonna make your wife cum if you're so small and pathetic!' Lynn roared, starting to run his worthless form in a circle around her lips, his little head knocking against her clit every time he went around.

John was gasping and fighting to keep his face clear and his lungs full, but he was tiring. Meanwhile, Lynn was barely breaking a sweat as she spun the tiny man round and round. She felt herself getting more and more turned on, but it was nothing that John was doing. No, it was the domination. It was having the power to use another human as her personal sex toy, and being able to use it.

As his little body moved faster and faster, she felt the urge to apply ever more force to his fragile form. John could feel his head pounding from the speed and violence of the motion, the strength in his tiny arms sapping as they went limp and slapped about the goddess's vag.

Lynn started to breathe hard as she edges herself towards ever higher levels of pleasure. She stepped back and collapsed onto the bed, her legs threatening to give way as she ground her helpless husband into her sex. She rubbed and rubbed, going faster, then slower, then ever faster than before, ever moment building up, drawing from years of repressed sexual urges.

John suddenly felt a change as his colossal wife sped up his torment, viciously swiping him from side to side and battering him against her clit. On top of this movement, her hips were thrusting up and then crashing back down into the bed, glutes a hundred times larger than the drenched man propelling her toward the heavens.

He could just about hear her hard, fast breathing as she finally tipped herself over the edge.

'UUUUNNNNGHHHHHH!' Lynn's gasping voice reverberated around the room as she came, her finger shoving John brutally into her crotch. As her whole body spasmed in pleasure, the immense digit slipped and John was thrust between the huge pussy lips and into his wife's vagina.

The outside world went silent and all John could hear was the deafening booming of the blood flowing through the giantess's sex. The slick walls throbbed around him, smothering him against the woman's finger with their slimy yet vice-like grip. John's body was compressed over and over again as Lynn orgasmed like she hadn't done in far too long, sweat streaming down her brow as she thrust and thrust against her hand, her finger holding the tiny man inside her.

After what seemed like a full two minutes of being battered in the dark, wet cave of Lynn's cunt, John was almost ready to black out, his exhausted body slumped against her digit and too weak to move even if he could. He was drenched in the musk of Lynn's pussy juices and sticky with cum.

The giantess was lying on her back, sweaty and fatigued, but flying on the afterglow of her climax. She gently fished her finger out of her vagina, grinning down at the broken, sodden man stuck to it.

'Well, at least you're still good for something,' she breathed, her hot breath washing over John as she stared weakly into her open mouth. Any shame or anger he felt was outweighed by the sheer terror of being put through such a punishment again, and if he wasn't so tired, he would have been fighting to get away. The gorgeous woman that he had chosen to spend his life with, was now replaced by a frightening titan that he hardly recognized.

Without another word, Lynn wiped his body onto the bed sheets between her legs, leaving him in a damp heap before her colossal, sopping pussy. She lay on her back, ignoring the little bug, abandoning him to appreciate her enormous crotch and stew in the scent of her pleasure.