It felt like a dream come true. You immediately felt the urge to follow suit with the others who were already throwing themselves at the plush flesh of Jihyo’s breasts and indulge in the gift you were given, to take charge in being a toy for an idol you so adored and enjoy your blessings. Jihyo stifled a giggle, letting out a quiet moan as another shrunken fan threw herself at her round nipple. She leaned forward so as to drown the little woman in a cascade of tender warmth. Some of the other shrunken people around you gawked with arousal as the excited woman pressed her face into Jihyo’s nipple and seemed to suck at it like a nursing child.
An elbow hit your rib, someone grabbing your attention and looking at you with an expression of fear and concern. Jihyo closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure as a minority of the crowd took their turns throwing themselves at her breasts. The man next to you said, “What are we supposed to do?”
You rubbed your forehead and responded, somewhat conflicted. “This…” you hesitated, unsure if you’d sound crazy, “This is what I’ve always wanted.” The other man looked unenthused. He shook his head and, absorbed by a sudden sense of panic, dashed away from you, away from Jihyo. Was he planning to leap from the table…?
Others necks craned, watching the fool run. Suddenly, a few more seemed to nod along and run with him, breaking away from the larger portion of the still confused crowd. At least six people ran after him, and all at once, idiotically leapt from the edge of the table like some suicide cult, or merely fearful people escaping flames behind them.
“Wait!,” you shouted out, but your cry was silenced by Jihyo immediately moving to catch the jumpers, all of them safely landing in the palm of her hand. For a moment, there was only silence, as the idol stared at them with a sense of disapproval.
Jihyo smiled, her face so beautiful it made the surreal sight and your new surroundings almost comforting. Her voice was quiet but authoritative, “I didn’t think my fans would be so scared to please me,” she said in almost a whisper. “It’s okay,” she began to shush them as all six started to call out for help, “You’re all still perfect. I know just what to do with you.”
She smiled again and in a quick motion opened her mouth and tossed the six in like they were mere treats. “Mmmm…” she emphasized, closing her eyes and resting a hand on her face as she swished the victims around. In a show of dominance she moaned as she swallowed, six lives going down her throat and disappearing into her belly.
The idol giggled as she opened her mouth and showed her salivating tongue to anyone who was yet to submit to her, including you. A few fell away from her breasts, now terrified, and yet still others had only began shouting in ecstasy as they watched their dominatrix take lives like an almighty Goddess. One show of power was enough for most of the crowd to run toward Jihyo, throwing themselves on their knees as toys for her. Jihyo’s expression shifted from glee to a comforting gaze of affection at all of her little slaves.
You and a few others held back, not sure just yet what to do. More and more were clamoring toward the valley between her breasts, a few climbing over each other to press their bodies into her cleavage. Something was enticing about the sight of so many men and women falling over themselves to pleasure themselves against the soft skin of Jihyo’s tits, but you were deeply affected by the barbarism of it all.
The idol’s dreamy gaze broke from her slaves onto the remainder who hadn’t budged. As she looked at you, you felt the overpowering urge to submit to her and join everyone else in their worship. Now you knew you didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway, and the dominant giantess would decide for you if you didn’t do anything.