The Giantess herself, Lady Ginger Lust, has recorded herself reading this story! You can listen to it on her podcast; ladygingerlust.co.uk).
Part 3 of Empress Ginger's Story.
As I kneel here, looking at the crowds of tiny people congregating to celebrate me becoming their new Empress, I'm filled with all sorts of feelings. The first is excitement - the fun I'm going to have with all these tiny people during my reign will be endless. But the second is anger. Seeing their puny bodies lining the streets reminds me of a time where they'd didn't accept me as their superior yet.
After understanding my power and exploring its uses, I settled into what was kind of a routine for a few days. I'd explore a city, having fun with the tiny citizens and finding out what my giant body could do. I'd normally have enough fun that I would grow and then I'd move on when I'd seen or wrecked enough of the city.
Every so often a tiny person would try and negotiate with me, or threaten some sort of retaliation if I didn't stop - I paid them no mind, often just devouring them for their insolence.
Travelling between the cities was easy. I could just pick a highway and follow it. With my long legs it'd take me no time at all to reach the next anthill. One benefit of following the highways is that I could carry on treading on cars while on my way. There's something about the crunch of them underfoot that is so satisfying - its like walking on fresh snow.
It was on one of my trips to a new city that the military finally caught up with me. They must have been waiting for me to be away from the cities to minimise causalities - as if they could minimise causalities around me.
There was no negotiating this time, they just opened fire on me. Of course, local police had already tried to take me on with guns. I'd barely noticed their attempts, bullets make no impact on my thick skin. But despite their impotence against me, I still retaliated against those tiny policemen's attempts just to make a point. I was hoping it would deter others from bothering me in the same way. It seems the message didn't get round to the army.
This was my first time being hit by heavy military weaponry - and I didn't like it. It didn't hurt, but it did knock me on my ass - the impact of which left a pretty massive crater. I was worried that if they switched to bigger artillery, they could actually hurt me. I realised I'd have to go bigger first.
I didn't have many options on the battlefield, but I spotted something nearby which would do - a fairly large truck with some sort of missile launcher on the back. I remember rubbing myself to get myself going as bullets impacted harmlessly on me from all directions. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get myself going enough to trigger a growth spurt at first, but as soon as I plunged the truck's vaguely phallic shape in to me I knew I'd be fine. The men inside the truck must have panicked and opened fire at this point - and that was just what I wanted. The skin of my womanhood was far too thick to take damage from the barrage of missles they deployed - but sensitive enough to let me feel the heat and pounding it was providing. I climaxed almost immediately and my growth went into overdrive.
After the haze from my growth ecstasy cleared, I could see with satisfaction that I was now big enough to wipe out full units of soldier's with a single step. I noticed the soldiers had momentarily stopped firing, my growth must have distracted them - or they were starting to realise the futility of their fight. Whatever the reason, it gave me the perfect moment to start my counter-offensive. I set to work decimating the forces in front of me. After my first stomp, the shock waves of which knocked almost every man on the battlefield off his feet, the tiny soldiers resumed their pointless assault. They finally switched to using the big guns, but its was too late. I could now tank shells and rockets of the highest calibres with no problem - everything they could do was nothing to me now.
My new size, my invulnerability - their futileness. It was all too much. I had to stop in the middle of the battlefield and pleasure myself. I stood over them, my eyes closed in ecstasy as I rubbed and rubbed - diving my fingers knuckle-deep into my cunt. It must have really put the soldiers beneath me in their place as they gave it their all, only to be washed away by the juices that were dripping from me. As I neared orgasm I started to moan - it must have really humiliated those in charge that their strongest artillery couldn't even distract me now.
Once I had climaxed again, I set out to find the most exciting ways I could wipe out their assault using my even bigger body. I sat on entire units of them with my gigantic ass. I got down on my front and tit crushed any brave platoon who got too close. I found that all I had to do was breath in deep and and entire tanks would be sucked into my mouth. I recall slapping my ass at one point and watching with satisfaction as the shock waves from it caused all the little army men who were left to clutch their poor little ears.
I think I nearly doubled in size from that battle alone with all the excitement I was having.
Eventually the military surrendered and I decided to finally negotiate - more out of curiosity of what they thought they could offer me than any need to stop. That was when I thought of something. I told them that if they made me their Empress, worshipped me everyday and pumped the country's resources into keeping me happy - then I would show them mercy.
I still haven't decided if I want to keep up my end of the bargain, but they have had no choice but to keep up theirs.
Anyway, that's enough reminiscing. I realise now this was all inevitable, it doesn't matter what path I took to get here - it would have always ended the same way. There was no way the tiny people could have denied my power once it was unleashed, no matter what they did it would always end like this - with them surrendering to me and having to accept me as their Empress.
Meta: So on initial glance I know this shot doesn't look right - surely Lady Ginger Lust should be smaller if the building is coming up to near her waist? Well, I was trying to make it look like she was kneeling down to inspect the viewer. I know I've worked that fact it into the story but I don't know if the image gives you any visual clues to the fact she's on her knees.
I loved working with this series of shots from Lady Ginger. Her choices of outfit are great - not only do they emphasise her perfect giantess figure (she seems so big in every way, even without being enlarged, it melts my mind) but they also match up with what I imagine a giantess baddie would wear (I think this thought is influenced by Giganta - she used to wear leopard skin leotards if I recall correctly).
I'm hoping the story turned out ok. I thought it'd be interesting to explore the typical giantess story elements I usually use (sex, growth, destruction) from the giantess' perspective. I wanted to try and cover as many tropes and cater for as many sub-fetishes as possible - how'd I do?
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