worldbuilding note In this story, the tiny man, Kevin, is NOT squishy nor is he invincible. He easily can (and will) be crushed by the giantess Rachel in this story. Content warning for anyone who does not like the tiny main character actually getting hurt/killed in their giantess stories.
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“You’re joking, right?” Her voice dripped with incredulity, laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. “A hundred bucks says you can survive me sitting on you? You’re three inches tall, Kevin. Three inches. My left cheek is bigger than you. You’d be a stain on the couch.”
Kevin crossed his arms, his tiny body dwarfed by the sheer scale of her presence. Rachel loomed over him, her hips wide, her ass impossibly large, a monument of soft, commanding power. She was a hurricane, and he was a twig in her path. But he stood his ground, chin tilted up defiantly.
“I’m serious,” he said, his voice firm despite its tinny quality. “I’ll take the bet. I can handle it.”
Rachel’s eyebrows shot up, her lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and disbelief. She leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing against the fabric of her tight tank top, her cleavage a canyon that could swallow him whole. She was mocking him, and she knew it.
“Handle it?” she repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Kevin, you’re three inches tall. I’m six feet of pure woman. My ass alone is a force of nature. You’d be pulp before I even got settled. Do you have any idea how heavy I am? How powerful I am compared to you?”
He swallowed hard, his tiny throat bobbing. She wasn’t wrong. Rachel was a BBW goddess—curvy, confident, and utterly dominant. Her ass, in particular, was the stuff of legends. Round, jiggly, and absolutely massive, it was a weapon of mass destruction for someone his size. She could crush him without even trying, and she knew it.
But he wasn’t backing down.
“I’m tougher than I look,” he insisted, his voice wavering just slightly. “I can take it. I’ll survive.”
Rachel threw her head back and laughed, the sound rich and full, reverberating through the room like a peal of thunder. “Oh, honey,” she said, still chuckling. “You’re adorable. You really think you can survive me sitting on you? That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. But let’s be real here—you’re fragile. I mean, look at you. You’re no bigger than my thumb. I could flick you across the room and you’d shatter. Sitting on you? That’s just cruel. I’d be signing your death warrant.”
Her tone shifted, her smirk softening into something almost affectionate. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kev. You’re like a little doll. I’d feel bad if I squished you.”
Kevin’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but he held his ground. “You won’t squish me. I’m not asking for your pity. I’m asking for the bet. A hundred bucks. Take it or leave it.”
Rachel tilted her head, studying him with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. She crossed her arms, her biceps flexing slightly, and let out a low whistle. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“Dead serious.”
She grinned, shaking her head. “Alright, tough guy. You’re on. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. This is going to be the most brutal way to go out. I mean, imagine the headlines: ‘Local Man Crushed by Giant Ass.’ It’s tragic, really. But hey, if you’re that eager to meet your demise, who am I to stop you?”
Kevin tried to ignore the way his tiny heart was pounding in his chest. She was right. This was insane. He was about to let a woman who outweighed him by hundreds of pounds sit on him. On purpose. But he couldn’t back down now. Not when he’d already challenged her. Not when she was looking at him like he was the most ridiculous, most amusing thing she’d ever seen.
“Alright,” he said, his voice steady despite the nerves. “Let’s do this.”
Rachel’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She stepped closer, her massive frame towering over him like a skyscraper. Her hips swayed with every step, her ass jiggling hypnotically. It was mesmerizing—and terrifying.
“You sure about this?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Last chance to back out.”
“I’m sure.”
She laughed again, shaking her head. “Alright, little man. But just so you know, this is going to hurt. A lot. I’m not going to hold back. No mercy, no pity. Just me and my ass. You ready?”
He nodded, his tiny fists clenched at his sides. “Ready.”
Rachel turned around, presenting her massive backside to him. It was a sight to behold—rounded, soft, and impossibly large. The fabric of her leggings stretched taut over her curves, the material straining to contain her. She glanced over her shoulder, her smirk returning. “Alright, Kev. Time to meet your maker.”
She began to lower herself, her ass descending toward him like a meteor. Kevin’s breath hitched, his tiny body trembling as the shadow of her enormous backside loomed over him. The sheer size of her was overwhelming, her ass blotting out the light, the room shrinking to nothing but her and the inevitability of what was about to happen.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, laughing softly as she paused halfway down. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. You’re so tiny. This is insane.”
Kevin couldn’t argue with that. He was about to be crushed—there was no denying it. But he held his ground, his eyes fixed on the massive curve of her ass as it hovered above him. The tension was unbearable, the air thick with anticipation.
“Last chance,” she said, her voice playful. “You’re about to become a Kevin pancake. Sure you don’t want to tap out?”
“Do it,” he managed to choke out, his voice barely audible.
Rachel shook her head, still chuckling. “Alright, tough guy. Here we go.”
She began to lower herself again, her ass inching closer and closer. Kevin could feel the heat radiating off her, the softness of her curves so close he could almost taste it. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst. This was it. This was really happening.
Her ass made contact with him, and the world exploded into sensation. The sheer weight of her was overwhelming, softness pressing down on him from every angle, engulfing him completely. She was warm, impossibly warm, and the pressure was immense, crushing him beneath her without remorse.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, his voice muffled by her flesh. “It’s... it’s so much.”
Rachel laughed, the sound vibrating through her body, shaking him like an earthquake. “Told you, Kev. You’re no match for me. You’re nothing compared to this ass.”
She settled fully onto him, her weight pressing down with relentless force. Kevin’s vision blurred, his tiny body struggling to breathe beneath her. It was unbearable, the sheer dominance of her, the way she so effortlessly overpowered him. But he was still alive. Barely, but alive.
“Still with me, tough guy?” she teased, shifting her weight slightly, sending a fresh wave of pressure through him. “Or am I already too much for you?”
He tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp. She laughed again, leaning back slightly to peer at him, her smirk turning wicked. “Oh, Kev. You’re so cute when you’re helpless. Just a little man beneath my big, beautiful ass. You’re lucky I’m not crushing you completely. But don’t worry—I’m just getting started.”
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