The Tyrant
by Edward Paul
A woman can get bigger when she wants to dominate men
Update: 10/10/1997 to giantess


               "Shrinking a man has always been my desire.  So
small, the puny little fart: I could just squush 'em with my
little toe.  Sometimes I want to grab them by their scrawny, tiny
body and pull their pathetic head up into my pussy.  Rub 'em all
over my clit.  Maybe use their entire body as a stiff cock! 
Either way, I simply want to devour them."
               The Giantess - better known as THE TYRANT - has
those words hanging throughout her gallery; the place where she
lives, and more important, the platform in which she earns a fine
living.  
               The gallery sports a specially constructed
ceiling; 35 and 1/2 feet high, just enough head space.
               "What do you think now, boys!!!?"  The TYRANT
loves to bellow those words when she reaches her full height. 
Standing there, with hands hugging her hips, so proudly she mocks
the little men beneath her.
               Today, she plans a "circus" for her gentlemen
friends; and the two fine young femalegents as well; probably a
she/he and an he/she, the Giantess muses.

                               ***

               "You! ... 'puny boy'!" The Tyrant barks an order
to her slave staff. "Rush here and kiss my toe!" Shakingly, 'tiny
winy tim' crawls to his rightful place.  "Goood." Sighs the
Giantess. 
               Obedience! That is what is required for her to
reach full height.  With each grovel, with each submission, with
each giving up, the Giantess grows, and GrOwa, and GROwS, and
GROWS and GROWWSS!! Until she climbs thirty-five (35) THIRTY-FIVE
feet tall!  
     Tonight she will TOWER over her slaves; And her audience. 
Tonight, THE TYRANT will engage the audience and make them grovel
beneath her towering flesh!

                               ***

               The music jazzes.  The gents and those of
indistinquishable gender appear relaxed: they are silently
shaking.  The TYRANT smiles and feels an involuntary growth.
"OOOhhh... what a beautiful night this will be."

                               ***

               Enter the weasel: a man? small by even "regular"
standards, but not a drawf.  The first victim of abuse.  
               THE TYRANT: Dominatrix tonight. Black leathers,
spikes, face stern with black eye shadow.  The leathers specially
made to expand in step with the Giantess' growth.
               The maid: a beautiful wench the TYRANT saved from
being a common whore.  The maid knew just exactly how to please
the TYRANT.  Finger fuck her and when she'd grow, firmly thrust
an entire fist between her Mistress' engorged lady lips. 
               Tonight, the TYRANT wants to be fucked in front of
everyone; the maid's talents will be utilized for that.
               The stage: Barren.  All eyes were meant to focus
on the BLACK LEATHERED TOWERING TYRANT.  The Giantess feels
another involuntary spurt just thinking about what is to come.
"Oh Yes, a Very good night tonight!"

                               ***

               Fees collected.  The show begins....

                               ***

               "Tonight, gentlepeople, I shall own you all!" The
Tyrant's smile turns stern, mocking, confident, almost sinister.
"Tonight, you shall join in the worship of my magnificient body."
               The audience shifts; couples clinge more tightly
to one another, a few of the gents boldly rub a neighbor's cock
in anticipation.  
               Pointing to the spikes that trap her black painted
toe nails, the TYRANT commands: "Tonight, you shall all make love
with one another on top of my feet.  I want to feel your
pleasures, and your juices between my toes."    
               The audience sighs their acceptance.  For some, an
often dreamed of fantasy had just been promised.
               "First, however, the weasel shall crawl on the
stage and demonstrate how I have trained him to worship my
leathered crotch.  That shall help me grow a few feet taller
before the maid begins her service on my naked pussy."
               The weasel does precisely as he is told.  The art
of crawling requires *full* facial contact with the floor
beneath; and the weasel is an expert.  The audience watches as
the weasel's face crawls before them, and then over to the
TYRANT's leather crotch.  As his face crawls up her leg and then
over her protected power, the TYRANT GroWS!
               The maid is next.  Her fist fits perfectly; and
she works it expertly. The TYRANT sighs and feels the tingle of
her next 10-foot GRoWTh.
               Once again the weasel.  Grabbing his body with her
humongous hand, the TYRANT pulls the weasel off the floor and
gleefully forces his pleading head deep into her sopping pussy.  
               Near full SIZE!  Full GROWTH.  The TYRANT GROWS to
THIRTY-FIVE FEET TALL! 
               Discarding the weasel with a mock, the TYRANT
steps out of her black spiked heels to reveal the black painted
nails afixed to her foot: which is now 6-feet long and 2 1/2 feet
wide.  
               The weasal crawls back to his place in the corner;
pausing slightly to gaze up to his Towering Mistress TYRANT.

                               ***

               "Strip!" The TYRANT barks her command at the
audience. "DO IT! ... Out of those clothes, all of you. NOW!"
               There is instant compliance, and in a second all
stand naked beneath a towering female frame.  "Here" points the
Giantess, "climb onto my foot, and 'fuck your brains out'."  The
TYRANT howls her laughter.
               The maid takes hold of five of the naked gents,
and leads them to her Mistress's massive foot.  Climbing ontop,
the maid gets onto all fours, and motions one to enter her from
behind; begging him to go deep into her amble anal canal. 
Another is directed to slide underneath and put his mouth to her
shaven pussy.  The Mistress' whore wraps her mouth around
another's thick cock, and finally grabs hold of the two cocks
standing in the wings; on either side of the black painted
largest toenail.  
               The maid hopes to make each of them cum at exactly
the same time.  A personal goal to demonstrate a form of control. 
Besides, her Mistress will provide an extra reward if she can
accomplish this feat.
               When the two lady-gents climb onto the TYRANT's
left foot, the Giant One one wiggles a vicarious flush as she
watches these two lovers use one another to make mad passionate
lust.
               "CUM! All of you. ... Cum in 10 seconds! .. I've
finished with you, so now finish yourselves."  The Tyrant was
ready to terminate the play. "Ten, nine, eight, seven ...."
               The maid bucks, sucks, yanks, and rubs her pussy
over a face.  With five seconds to go, all five of her gents
cum - shooting their wads over her face, back, and anus.  Pulling
out and back at the precisely the correct time, the maid ensures
that much of the cum slides down between the TYRANT's toes, as
well.  She knows her Mistress wants to use the weasel's expertise
as a final display of HER power over all of them.
               The gentle ladies cum inside each other. 
Exhausted, they silently play with the other's hair.  The
Giantess lets them rest, but she orders the *gents* off her foot;
giving them a slight kick so she can watch them stumble.  

                               ***

               The weasel crawls forth: It is time for clean up.
Expertly, the small man drags his face, and more important, his
willing mouth along the flesh of the TYRANT's toes.  Climbing
over one, then down between to get to the others, the weasel
washes the TYRANT clean.
               The TYrant returns to her normal size; the
audience and the her slave staff have served well.  This show is
a success.  
               THE TOWERING TYRANT SHALL RETURN.

                              *end*