"S-senior..."
People were panicking below, chaos reigning supreme; this was nothing new for the servant of ACROSS. Yet, amidst the noise, Excel heard a tiny murmur from under her boot. Curious, the monolithic girl lifted her shoe- only to find her friend and coworker stuck to its sole, in a small pool of blood, weakly coughing. Her body was mixed with dirt, grime, and Puchuu, pancake-flat against the boot.
"Hyatt? AAAH!"
The pale, limp body made a sickening noise as Excel peeled it off, shaking it desperately in her hands. In shock, her eyes wide, Excel took a step back, her backside stumbling into the remains of a building- it effortlessly caved in under her weight, breaking into diminutive splinters of wood. Ignorant masses too stupid to run away were assaulted with the torn chunks of wall.
"I killed her! I killed her so hard, she died to death! Oh no, oh no, this means she's the first victim of my tyranny and the author's crush fetish!" She grasped Hyatt close to her cheek and stroked her, as the woman tried to get a word in.
"Senior Excel, I'm actually-"
Excel bent over, rubbing the woman tightly against her titan bosom. Tiny tears formed in her eyes, raining down- and practically flooding the streets. Her movements grew more and more panicked, corresponding to greater horror from the faceless crowds below.
"There was a boundary between 'kinda-nasty-but-still-gentle' and 'irredeemably violent', and I have officially stomped across it! Now Excel will have to murder everyone she loves and won't be allowed feel anything! Hyatt, it'll be hard, but I'll do it for you! I won't ignore how you sacrificed yourself to become an excuse for my violent behavior! You are the start of my slippery slope!"
"Please, I-"
"Thank you, Hyatt! Sorry, Hyatt! ...Hyatt? HYATT!"
Finally, Excel stopped moving. Quietly raising a hand from her friend's grip, the smaller woman smiled blankly upwards.
"I-I'm alive now. I believe I was dead before you started growing."
Grinning, the titanic lady hugged her friend, cuddling her tightly against her massive chest once more. "Yay, Excel can stay on the 'Gentle route' for a little longer! Wait- you're awfully nonchalant about this."
"Am I? My apologies, senior." She started slowly flailing around in Excel's hand, her arms waving limp in the air like an inflatable tube man. With all the energy of a sloth and volume of a mouse, she shouted out: "Oh, no... Excel is currently large. Excel is big. Excel is a giant. A real giant. I am scared."
The lady soon found herself with a giant thumbs-up in her face. "Ten out of ten, Hyatt! Your acting classes paid off! Now that we've got that out of our system... What should we do?"
Getting back up, Excel rested her partner on her shoulder, and raised a foot, tapping it idly. Each impact dug a hole into the cement below, and caused great tremors across the land. The crowd gathered around, which had suddenly become completely irrelevant as the plot called of it, held their breaths in horror, awaiting the woman's next move.
"It always ends up like this- big girls don't have anything to do, so they just go on rampages. I mean- it's not like they have to take any time to get used to their surroundings or anything, so they run out of options really quickly. And when they're out of ideas, then they just start squishing things and stuff. And when they run out of things to squish, then the stories kinda screech to a halt... Ah, think, think, think! Is there not an angel and devil upon either shoulder, but two-to-five demons on two-to-five shoulders each time a new chapter spawns?"
As she scratched at her scalp, the quiet voice raised again. "Perhaps you could go speak with Lord Il Palazzo about this new development? It may affect his plans, somehow..."
Silence. For once, silence. Hyatt looked up, and found her partner with a determined glimmer in her titanic eye. Excel was struck by the arrow of a cupid, and inspiration- which, in her hands, were a deadly combination.
***
"Hmph. Had I known the Internet was of this quality here, I would never have constructed a base underground."
The dignified leader of ACROSS sat in front of the dully flickering monitor. His glove tapped on the throne's armrest, eyebrow twitching above his strange glasses. A chill ran through the wide, curtained halls, with decoration that had cost them several leaks in the roof. Before him, the title of the webpage slowly spread: "GTS Interactive - Select your giantess".
"Odd. I never had a particular interest in this kind of fiction before this morning. I did not even have knowledge of this genre. Moreover, I am fairly certain I am not interested even now. Why do character suddenly develop fetishes in the middle of a plot? I would be ashamed, were I not so perplexed."
On the screen, multiple options spread out, each leading to a different branch of the interactive story. A draft ran by his head. This link had a white giantess, this one a black giantess. The one labelled "Asian" had an asterisk next to it, marking the route as unavailable- nothing had been added.
The lord of ACROSS rubbed his forehead, grunting.
"How does the race of this woman even affect the story as a whole, or the writing style of this author? Hm. Well, for the time being, I shall select the 'white' route, and pretend the woman is Asian. Since there's no way large girls can become a reality, everyone who reads these stories is required to have SOME imagination."
On that, the ground started shaking. Il Palazzo let out another annoyed sigh, until he noticed the tremors getting larger and larger. Another cold wind- he began glancing around. Tiny chunks from the ceiling began raining onto his head.
The rumbling worsened each passing second, as if Thor was having a tantrum. Finally lifting from his seat, the long-haired man glanced from side to side, laptop in arm. A chunk of what was once the ceiling landed flatly on the throne, crushing it into nothingness. With a moment of silence for a lost friend, and a wooshing of his cape, Il Palazzo turned around, and sat on the floor, tapping on the keyboard. The floor became nearly a trampoline, bouncing his lean body up and down. All around, the lair kept crumbling like a poorly-prepared desert. Dodging one bit of debris, he shook his head at the flickering monitor, facepalming at the words displayed upon it:
"Andthen the giant gril wakked thru the city the city was like noooooooooo n she cam to da big billdin and borked it an da jiant gril sed............................."
"Haaa~il Il Palazzo!"
A dark shadow spread over the leader of ACROSS. Turning his head up, he saw green eyes peering at him, wide as a flying saucers, bearing the expression of a dog who had just seen her master for the first time in years. And beside it, leaning lopsided on the shoulder, rested Hyatt's body. And, most importantly, there was a gigantic hole in the ceiling.
As soon as he looked over the two, Il Palazzo's eyes sunk back down to the screen. He tapped on a key, raising a window to cover the story.
"...Regretfully, the power of my imagination seems to know no bounds." The leader of ACROSS turned, and walked to a piece of rubble that had taken the place of his throne, climbing and taking a seat on it.
"I'll say, my Lord! Oh, how unappreciative I've been of you! I didn't deserve this gift!" Excel grinned, leaning into the underground base; and, losing her balance, fell in. Her chest landed squarely into the center of the red rug, as Hyatt plopped off the shoulder, half-dead from shock. The floor cracked under the breathtaking pressure.
Il Palazzo glanced at her, expressionless. "Whatever I gave you, I am sorely tempted to agree. Tell me something, Excel..." He adjusted his glasses, taking a close look over the gargantuan face before him. "What inspired you to compromise the secrecy- and structural integrity- of ACROSS' headquarters?"
She glanced up at the ceiling, her orange hair brushing over Hyatt's fallen body. Realizing the damage she'd caused, her eyes widened, and her mouth spread out in horror. "My apologies! Forgive me!" Excel began bowing, moving up and down to beg for mercy. The rapid movements made her head and backside slam into the crumbling ceiling again and again. "I-I just thought I'd knock, and s-suddenly the house came down! I'll accept any punishment!"
"That can be arranged."
Accordingly, the man pulled on a rope beside him. A massive trapdoor opened under Excel, taking up most of the floor. She fell in instantly, saluting, causing a massive rumble as she hit the ground, shaking the two remaining people.
ACROSS' ruler spoke again. "Now, Hyatt- how DID Excel grow so large?"
Still above the ground, the dark-haired woman wiper her lips of blood. "I'm not sure, Lord Il Palazzo."
He nodded sadly. "That's fine. It will just make finding an antidote somewhat more difficult."
"ANTIDOTE? Now, wait a minute!"
Standing at her full height, Excel's face peeked out from the pit, face parallel her boss. "Take a moment to consider the possibilities, my lord! Excel can do so much in this state- like, shower you with her affection and appreciation! Or assassinate corrupt macrophile authors! Stuff like that! I can more than make up for our lost secrecy!"
Gripping onto the top of the walls, she pulled herself up, spluttering in Il Palazzo's face:
"My lord, I SWEAR I won't by like those other giantesses who kill-slash-enslave their love interests instantly!... At least for this route!"
Her gigantic hands to either side of him- one pinning Hyatt to the ground- he brushed his hair back, glancing at the computer screen. Stepping off the throne, her saucer-like eyes followed him as he moved closer to her. After inspecting her for a moment, he grunted.
"Very well. Excel..."
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