Description:

Will's protector has a plan to end the threat against him for good—and it involves tearing the roof off a crime family's clubhouse with her bare hands.

Deborah Dawn and two of her fellow giantesses descend on the Navarro family, plucking mobsters from the wreckage like ants from a picnic, and Will finds himself watching from the sidelines as his three-hundred-foot bodyguard hunts down every last enemy standing between him and a normal life.

But Deborah's methods for dealing with captured threats are anything but conventional, and as her taste for domination grows alongside her body, Will realizes he's about to get a front-row seat to exactly how far his giantess protector is willing to go—and just how much he's starting to enjoy it.

(Giantess/tiny humans, size difference, giantess domination, danger/predator play, size-based disposal, power play, series continuation — up to 400-ft giantesses, average-sized human men)

Excerpt:

The Deviant Club wasn't in the city, just like the 'Big House' was not. Only the club was on the opposite side, near the county line. There weren't many other buildings surrounding it, which was perfect for the Navarro family's nefarious deeds.

Deborah knew that at their current size, two-thirds of a mile was the range for feeling tremors brought on by footsteps. So when they were approaching the club, she knew exactly where to stand to regroup for the final push.

"There it is," said Deborah, still needing to squint her eyes to make it out. The Deviant Club was a sleek building, with lots of obvious security. A few black, nondescript cars sat in the parking lot.

"Did you know they'd have air security?" asked Eden, pointing to the helicopter making lazy circuits in the air above.

"Shit," said Deborah. "They might see us."

"Probably," said Michelle. "Must be some sort of meeting taking place if they have this sort of added security."

Deborah paid little attention. She was already bounding across the landscape, her feet sinking into the earth with each step. If the Navarros didn't know they were already there, they would soon enough . . .

Robert Navarro sat across from his business partner, discussing supply lines, his daughter's arranged marriage sealing the deal between two crime families. But then, a thump that rattled their martini glasses.

"What was that?" someone asked, placing a hand on his hip—his weapon.

All the chairs in the room slid out at once as another thump drew their attention to the rear windows. The occupants of the room all lined up and looked out, expecting to see the feds, or maybe the military, approaching their doorstep.

Instead, a flaming ball of fire fell out of the sky and hit the parking lot. It was the Navarro's helicopter.

"Evacuate!" someone screamed.

Debris fell from the ceiling. Robert thought the whole thing was collapsing, but that wasn't it at all—instead, it was peeling away, as if they were in a giant can of sardines.

He wasn't sure what he was seeing at the edge of the ceiling the moment before the roof peeled back. Giant, oblong shapes of an unnatural pink color. Fingernails—but the biggest fingernails he'd ever seen.

The ceiling ripped away in one quick motion. No sunlight spilled in because it was blocked by three colossal bodies. Women all staring down at them like fish caught in a barrel. One of them, a beautiful, curvy redhead, bent and reached in.

These women weren't here to destroy. They were here to abduct.

Other Info:

7,643 words

Originally Published: October 27th, 2024

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