Boobzilla's Blunders: Poolside Panic (sweat version) (Patreon)

(CONTENT WARNING: this story contains sweat, foot crush, and other depraved stuff! You can read a cleaner version HERE)

*Thud.*

A massive shadow fell over the side of the public pool that had been reserved for shrunken people to enjoy in safety. Tiny sunbathers that had been enjoying the warm sunlight glanced skyward, searching for signs of clouds.

*Thud!*

But it wasn’t weather that threatened to spoil their day out. It was something far, far more dangerous.

*THUD!*

A young red-headed woman, many hundreds of times bigger than anyone else present and carrying a bust of truly astonishing size, had wandered right onto the tiny-only section of the pool. And she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going.

*CRUNCH!*

An errant footstep flattened a small towel rack, leaving only a damp pile of rags behind. With a cellphone in one hand and a drink in the other, she didn’t so much as slow her pace. Shrunken pool-goers looked up in disbelief as the beautiful girl marched leisurely towards them like a big-titted goddess of destruction, utterly oblivious to their growing panic.

In a heroic attempt to prevent anyone from getting hurt, an inch-tall lifeguard threw themselves in front of the wayward giantess and cried, “This side of the pool is for tiny people only, Miss! You aren’t supposed to-” *THUD!* They vanished as a huge foot came down like a beige meteor. Unfortunately, the massive woman was so busy chatting on her phone that the lifeguard’s terrible (and completely avoidable) fate went entirely unnoticed, even as their tiny body was crammed between her toes like a piece of unseen gum. All that remained of the selfless staff member was a lingering scream, badly muffled by flesh, which quickly transformed into a pitiful groan as the shapely girl’s unfathomable weight crushed them flatter and flatter. The red-haired titan obviously wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, or anyone around her for that matter. Without even a cursory downwards glance, she casually lifted her other foot off the ground… and directly over a row of terrified sunbathers.

Once it became apparent that there was no escaping the precarious situation the buxom giant had so recklessly put them in, the sunbathers threw their hands up and let out last-minute yelps of alarm. Not that it mattered. One moment everyone was staring up in horror, wondering how anyone could be so unbelievably stupid, and the next the damp underside of a bus-sized foot was squashing them all into the ground with a loud *SQUELCH!!!*

Not even a handful made it through un-crushed. The unlucky majority that were centered within the giantess’s footprint all disappeared, along with their belongings and the deck-chairs they’d been lounging on. Bits of debris and a single pair of twitching legs from one unhappy victim stuck halfway out from under her meaty sole, a grim reminder to others that they had only narrowly avoided the same fate. Yet the curvaceous young woman remained blissfully unaware, and as her foot mercilessly ground people and rubble alike into the wet floor tiles she merrily passed by a sign reminding big pool patrons to “Please watch your step!”

The tiny pool patrons frantically running for safety wouldn’t even have a chance to see more than a fleeting glimpse of their colossal visitor’s lightly freckled face, which bore a sweet and innocent smile as she traipsed along. Gazing that far upwards would only reveal a sopping wet (and very transparent) pink bikini, clinging snugly to two of the most monstrously huge breasts in existence. With nipples proudly outthrust, she continued cheerfully onward, the catastrophic results of her own clumsiness obstructed by the constant wobbling of her own oversized chest.

But for those situated below the wandering girl, looking upwards came with a terrible risk. Many of those attempting to dodge the giant’s footfalls found themselves hopelessly distracted the moment they laid eyes on the jaw-dropping display of jiggling underboob that had been carelessly positioned right over their heads. Without even realizing, the massive girl had forced every tiny man into the cruelest dilemma of their lives: run for safety, or sneak a peek at the most perfectly formed pair of breasts they might ever witness. It wasextremely difficult for shrunken men to maintain a satisfying sex-life without simply being ignored or unwittingly crushed by prospective partners half the time, which made the woman’s nearly-naked body a magnet for male attention. Not to mention the outfit she wore was the stuff of wet dreams. It was like standing over a man that had just dragged himself through the entire Sahara desert and dangling two bottles of ice-cold Himalayan mountain drinking-water directly over his parched gaze, just out reach. For many, the temptation to stare was simply too great.

Several male tinies tried to look as they ran, only to trip right in the path of her plodding footsteps. Some cried out in terror, hoping to be heard before… *SQUELCH!* Three more people were smashed into sentient putty against the floor, their unaware assailant proceeding as if they’d never been there at all, the rhythmic bouncing of her magnificent chest the only thing to commemorate their humiliating demise.

Meanwhile, tiny onlookers could only watch in sympathetic horror as their friends’ suffering was put on full display. Each time either enormous foot peeled from the ground, it unwittingly took the unfortunate sunbathers along with it—all helplessly adhered to their clumsy captor’s pedicured sole like tiny living stickers. They begged for help or let out groans of discomfort as they sailed through the air, before they were pummeled right back into the floor and their cries were reduced to pitiful gurgles. Had they been trodden on by a more petite girl, rather than this big-breasted behemoth, they might have come free after only a moment or two. As it was, every weighty footfall only embedded each shrunken person into her fleshy sole more and more.

But the giant’s many victims were soon forgotten. Her carefree swaggering had turned her half-naked bust into a perpetually-jiggling marvel that easily stole all attention away from the faint screams of anguish still coming from beneath her stamping feet. Looks of concern from would-be rescuers turned into slack-jawed stares of awe. Soon the number of tinies attempting to chase the vapid girl down had dwindled, leaving her free to march along like the world’s biggest and bounciest piece of eye-candy, blissfully parading her gargantuan tits directly over the heads of her tiny and unnoticed admirers. The young woman left a wake of lustful upturned faces and bulging swimtrunks, her otherwise calamitous passage becoming a perverted, one-woman parade to be enjoyed by all.

All except for the pitiful half-dozen sunbathers that had been undeservedly trodden on only seconds prior, whose ongoing misery had become little more than a sidenote of her carefree journey… Had the gigantic ditz been even slightly more careful in the first place, they might have enjoyed gazing safely up at the unbelievably provocative spectacle of that vast bosom jiggling over their heads, rather than paying the price of her misstep. Owing to the top-heavy giant’s complete lack of consideration for their existence, the men and women stuck to her body instead spent their time either in painful darkness or staring impotently at the bare underside of her rising and falling feet. While everyone else had time to ogle her perfect breasts from the sidelines, giving her all the attention she could ever want, the poor sunbathers were stamped mercilessly into the floor, step after ignorant step. Even worse, the weighty up-and-down movement of her heaving breasts only added to the already-unbearable pressure that bore down on their feeble bodies, forcing them to suffer the consequences of her irresistibly plump figure even if they couldn’t enjoy the sight of it themselves. While many of the men might have once fantasized about the voluptuous giant, or even attempted to flirt with her under better circumstances, at present it was all they could do to stay conscious as their miniscule bodies were repeatedly smashed and pulverized without even a trace of acknowledgment from the huge, careless girl.

Some of the tiny men and women would eventually peel free and be left in a wet footprint somewhere, but most would remain firmly stuck to her skin for the duration of her aimless, meandering journey. They had no choice but to endure each and every footfall like a repeated encounter with a fleshy hydraulic press. Sadly, little could be done for any of the hapless people stuck against her, at least not without assistance from the huge klutz (or someone equally big).

A blonde woman no bigger than the redhead’s toe ran after her, calling out for a boyfriend stuck against the larger woman’s sole, but it was no use. The size difference was simply too great to overcome: even at a sprint she could barely keep up with the giantess’s casual strolling. The little blonde was forced to watch as her boyfriend was carried off into the distance by the busty titan, every other careless footstep unwittingly squashing him again and again and again… all while that gigantic behind swayed back and forth, practically taunting her with its constant jiggling and incredible smoothness. While the redhead clearly wasn’t the most attentive or the most fit, she’d still won the genetic lottery when it came to the size of her body and assets. Some women just got all the luck…

Once the giantess exited the tiny section, marked by painted lines on the ground, the handful of dedicated rescuers that had kept pace were met with disaster. A full-figured Korean girl in a flashy swimsuit emerged from the pool and began to hoist her gargantuan, dripping body out, drenching everyone in a shower of water as her humongous breasts rose overhead. Then her dark eyes flicked downwards. Thank god, she’d seen them! But to everyone’s horror, she only smiled happily, “Watch out, little guys!” and proceeded to spin around so they were faced with her glistening round backside, thong wedged far out of sight. She held herself up just long enough to give her gargantuan ass a quick shake, sending more water droplets raining down onto her miniature audience as she teasingly jiggled herself directly over their heads… Then, without regard for their presence, she let herself drop.

*PLAP!*

Like two meteors of fatty flesh plummeting onto an inhabited city, her great big ass came down and crushed tiny figures into the ground. As she bounced to a standstill the gorgeous asian woman looked over her shoulder for anyone she might have missed… But none were visible. They’d all been fully entombed underneath her meaty, wobbling backside. She let out a satisfied giggle and began to kick her feet in the pool, happily rocking in place as she basked in the sun.

Those stuck under the lumbering redhead, meanwhile, watched their only hope of rescue disappear under yet another careless woman’s rear end, condemning them to their own awful fate…

…

After several more plodding steps the huge redhead sensed that something was amiss. She came to a stop, phone still cupped to one ear, “Hold on a sec, I thought I heard something.” Glancing back the way she’d come, she spotted a tiny little person lying awkwardly in a foot-shaped puddle. Then another. Realizing she might have been responsible, the gorgeous giant mused casually, “Huh. I think I might’ve stepped on someone back there…”

The voice on the other end of the call teased, “Boobzilla strikes again, huh?”

Boobzilla, otherwise known as Amy, giggled, “Oh shut up, Chloe! It was only, like, one guy.” Amy eyed another tiny man struggling to sit up. “Well, maybe two…”

While Amy watched, a pretty college-aged woman who’d been lounging at the edge of the pool got up, bare feet landing dangerously close to the pair of little people Amy had left behind. The girl was busy prying a bikini wedgie from between her gelatinous tan cheeks, and seemed unaware of those directly beneath her. Amy pointed at the ground and tried to warn her, “Careful, there are some tinies down there.”

The girl returned a bright smile, “Oh! Thanks for letting me know!” Then she promptly planted a foot down on one tiny man, *squish!* and, still grinning, lifted her foot right over the other, interrupting his cries of “WAIT, PLEASE-” by setting her heel down right on top of him. Evidently Amy’s helpful warnings had been wasted…

Without so much as a second glance the woman sauntered casually away towards the bar, neither tiny anywhere to be seen. Amy noticed what appeared to be a handful of other little people plastered to her huge wobbling behind, even between her cheeks, and rolled her eyes, “Jeez, I swear some people can be, like, so inconsiderate.”

Her friend on the phone demanded, “What happened???”

“Those tinies both got stepped on by some other chick with a big ass. Well, whatever, she’s gone now.”

“Was that all of them?”

Huh… Amy hadn’t even considered that there might be more under her. She craned her neck downward, but it was pointless; she only ended up peering into her own gaping cleavage. She could have lifted either leg to check for survivors, but that was a lot of work. So, instead, she stood there and lazily kneaded each foot into the hard tiled floor, in an attempt to “feel” for any little bodies with her toes and her heels. *squish, squelch!*

A look of deep concentration overcame Amy’s girlish, freckled features as she tried to interpret the results of her fidgeting, “Uh oh… I can definitely hear something squishing around down there.”

A high-pitched laugh on the other end of the phone, “What makes you so sure it’s not a someone? Or a bunch of someones???”

The suggestion made Amy frown thoughtfully, “Ummm…” If all she had stepped on was some inanimate furniture, she could have simply shrugged and forgotten the whole mishap. The same went for if she’d only stepped on a tiny person or two, at most. But if she’d gone and crushed a whole group of them, then that was a real problem for her. Not because so many people had been put through a tremendous amount of unnecessary discomfort, or anything like that, but for the simple fact that Amy would eventually have to stop and peel each and every person (or at least most of them) off her feet. Unless she wanted to feel guilty the rest of the day, anyway. Not to mention this was her favorite pool, and she didn’t want to get in trouble if the staff started getting complaints about her! Being big could be so inconvenient!

Of course, that didn’t mean she needed to go out of her way to free them right this instant. She still had to find a seat for herself, get comfy, finish her drink, talk to Chloe about stuff… Surely the tiny pool-goer’s freedom could wait just a teensy bit longer? Besides, it’s not like they were going anywhere! As long as she remembered to deal with them at some point before she put her sandals back on, they’d be perfectly fine! That sounded like a much better idea to Amy, especially since it meant she could put off the burdensome task of sitting down and scraping them free. Just until later, of course!

Feeling much better about the situation now that she had a plan of action that required zero immediate effort on her part, Amy happily turned her attention back to the phone conversation and admitted, “Okay, maybe I am stepping on ‘someone.’ But it’s definitely no more than one or two—” Another *squelch* sounded as Amy unintentionally shifted her weight, and she quickly corrected, “Three at the most! And at least I bothered to check on them at all, right??? It’s not like I’m just leaving them there forever, or getting them stuck to my ass like some people, or anything!” After successfully patting herself on the back for accomplishing effectively nothing, Amy shrugged carelessly, “Anyway it’s really no big deal! I’ll free them later, and junk. I just have to finish my drink first. It’s fine. Now, what were you saying?”

But as Amy stood around talking on the phone, things were decidedly not “fine” for the tiny people still being crushed against the cold and unforgiving ground by her feet. Every second she spent carelessly putting off their rescue meant another second they were forced to spend with the incredible weight of her entire body bearing down on top of them. Yet she continued to gab away on the phone like they didn’t even matter! They could hear her talking about them, so what was taking the gigantic klutz so long to bend down and actually help??? They could only wonder to themselves, unable to so much as hurry the giant girl along, while their bodies slowly conformed to the soft underside of her warm, damp soles.

Yet their situation was not about to improve.

Without thinking, Amy had chosen to stand right in the warm sun as she continued her phone conversation. And while the sunshine was mildly pleasant for her, especially after that refreshing dip in the pool earlier, it turned the impossibly-confined space under her feet into a broiling oven. As if that wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t long before beads of sweat and poolwater began to run down the glistening curves of her big body, flowing between her toes and pooling on the ground beneath her. Tiny people that had already been contending with heat and pressure now found themselves not only baking, but steaming, trapped in a hellish sauna underneath the buxom ditz while she remained happily oblivious to their torture. It had become an endless struggle for anyone to even breathe, and what little air was available smelled more like feet than anything they would have wanted to inhale. There was a quiet suction noise as Amy thoughtlessly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, pulverizing several tiny bodies into the wet floor beneath her. There were gurgling screams, but Amy couldn’t hear them. She was too busy slurping her ice-cold beverage through a straw, and listening to her friend on the phone. By the time she finished with a smack of her lips, everyone underfoot was so drenched and smothered that they couldn’t even attempt another cry for attention.

But things were about to get so, so much worse for them.

Amy couldn’t focus on what her friend was saying: something kept tickling her foot! Without thinking, she pressed into the ground, and twisted. *squiSH* The relief was immediate, so she repeated the process on the other side. *squaSH* When she let out a comfortable sigh her friend complained, “Hey! Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just had to scratch a weird itch! My feet got super ticklish all of a sudden.”

“What, you mean because of the tiny people stuck to them?”

Amy’s eyes widened, “Oh, um… maybe???”

A snide chuckle, “You forgot about them, didn’t you?”

Amy huffed defensively, “Of course not!” But when a quick look around confirmed that nobody else was within earshot, she admitted, “I mean, like, kinda. Only for a second, though!” Amy frowned, realizing she could definitely feel little people squirming beneath her toes, and sighed as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, “Ugh, I guess I should probably check on them for realsies.” Seeing no other option, Amy peeled one foot off the floor, bending her leg and holding it beneath her backside so she could twist around and get a look at it under one arm.

But while this brought extreme relief to the shrunken people that were lifted up and away from the hard ground, the giantess’s ill-conceived plan hadn’t accounted for the rest. The tiny sunbathers that remained underfoot were suddenly obliged to support all of the huge airhead’s immeasurable weight, and could do nothing to prevent themselves from being gradually crushed into helpless, two-dimensional decals between the soft wrinkles of her bare foot. As warm toe sweat began forcing its way into their eyes and mouths, several poor souls emitted anguished screams. Their only hope was that someone, anyone, would save them from this unrelenting nightmare.

Amy cocked her head. What was that funny gurgling noise coming from beneath her other foot? Like she was stepping on a bunch of wet sponges or something… Without considering the potential consequences, she satisfied her curiosity by wiggling her toes against the floor. As air was crushed from tiny lungs, microscopic bubbles formed in the puddle of sweat Amy was standing in, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust before giggling out loud, “Haha, gross! What even is that???”

“What is what?” Chloe asked.

“I dunno, there’s this weird noise coming from under my other foot, and I can’t tell what it is.” *squish, gurgle*

“Didn’t you say you stepped on people with both feet?”

“OH! I almost forgot about those ones! It’s weird though, they aren’t actually saying anything, they’re just… making this funny little sound every time I move.” *squash!* Rather than do anything to improve the situation, the huge girl simply frowned down at the ground, and gave a careless shrug. “Ah well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s no biggie. This kinda thing probably happens all the time, they’re probably used to getting a little squished by now!” Amy decided the tinies couldn’t be suffering that badly if they weren’t even bothering to call out to her or anything. Worst case scenario, they got a little bit squished, nothing worse. Of course it didn’t occur to her that the strange sound she was hearing was actually the desperate pleas for assistance coming from people whose tiny bodies were slowly being mashed into impossibly flat shapes beneath her.

Unfortunately for tiny people everywhere, Amy was simply far too big to sympathize with anyone so small and helpless as the people trapped under her feet. While it was technically true that tinies were nearly invulnerable, just because they could survive being flattened or submerged in water for hours on end didn’t mean it was pleasant for them. And while Amy would never ever have to worry or even think about the terrible, soul-crushing despair that faced all those that had been helplessly and unceremoniously turned into sentient stickers against her jiggling body as a result of a single clumsy misstep, for them, it was an unavoidable reality. Nor would Amy ever be forced to recognize that getting “just a little squished” was the understatement of the century, when it came to sugarcoating the daily trauma tinies had to endure thanks to her constant, inattentive blunders.

Thankfully, Amy was saved from having to commit to a decision when the odd sound went away on its own. That takes care of that! What she didn’t know was that the tiny people lodged in the excruciatingly-narrow and humid space under her foot had simply run out of air with which to scream. And since Amy’s choice to stand motionlessly in the same spot had doomed them all to remain submerged in a growing pool of her bodily sweat for the time being, their burning lungs only filled with salty air, forcing them to suffer in pathetic silence. If only she’d bothered to move…

Assuming that the sudden quiet meant the situation had resolved itself, Amy began patting herself on the back for her excellent problem-solving skills as she turned to examine her upraised foot. “Well I probably should have sat down before doing this, but at least you guys are free now, right?” But nobody agreed, and what she saw as she turned around explained why.

In the brief time she’d walked maybe thirty feet and chatted with Chloe, about four (or maybe five) inch-high people had become irreversibly molded into the underside of her sole. Amy couldn’t get a more accurate count: her constant fidgeting had fully embedded them into the grimy surface of her foot, making it a challenge to distinguish the faint outlines of individual tinies unless they wore especially colorful swimwear. It was blatantly obvious her choice to postpone the rescue attempt had only made the situation infinitely worse for all involved… Oops.

Wondering if anyone could be saved without much effort, Amy shook her foot, and frowned when nobody instantly came loose. Evidently it would take more than that to achieve anything productive. Looking closer, she noticed a tiny lifeguard (judging by his dirt-caked t-shirt) wedged into the narrow gap between two of her digits. Curious as to whether he was really stuck or not, Amy flexed and curled her toes one more time, but all she managed to do was contort the poor man’s body between two of her pink toes like a little bendy straw. Crap. Hopefully she wouldn’t get in trouble for this…

Biting her lip, Amy tried to offer her condolences, “Oh wow, you’re all really stuck down there… Uh, sorry guys! I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going, but I’ll try to be more careful next time, kay?” Amy began to smile, already forgiving herself after her own vague promise to improve in the future, and patiently awaited the cheers of gratitude she expected her useless apology to bring.

But their voices were just barely audible. In truth, the people awkwardly stuck to her foot were having a hard time responding. Mostly because of their bottom-up position, which put them uncomfortably close to the underside of Amy’s massive, round ass cheeks while she peered casually down at them. Even from behind, her gigantic bosom could still be seen straining against her translucent top, one nipple occasionally coming into view if she gestured or moved too suddenly. As her half-exposed pussy lips and insufficiently-covered asshole waved over a handful of upturned faces, Amy’s warm musk wafted down, enveloping them and driving them half-mad with lewd thoughts. Yet the beautiful giant showed no signs that she was remotely aware of the tantalizing sight she was so carelessly putting on display. She merely smiled down at her unhappy audience, shamelessly oblivious to the masculine urges she was leaving so woefully unattended. She failed to notice even as a droplet of sweat emerged from between her jiggling cheeks, slid down her pink thong, then fell and splashed directly onto one man’s head, causing his rising erection to twitch in the air in a bid for her attention. But since her ridiculous size put her soft round ass safely beyond their meager reach, the tinies were unable to do anything more with their growing lust than to bitterly imagine the once-in-a-lifetime pleasure such a beautiful girl could have offered any one of them, if she was only in the mood, or even aware of their urges. In the face of such overbearing sex appeal, several tinies grew erect despite their fear, leaving their crotches rubbing uselessly against the clueless giant’s bare skin.

When Amy didn’t get a coherent response from anyone, she proceeded to explain, “Anyway, you guys look pretty squished, from up here. Now, I can’t stop to help right this second, at least not until I, like, find a place to sit and stuff… so you might have to stay there for a little while longer. You guys understand, right?” It took a moment for her absurd statement to sink in. Tiny, terrified voices began to grow in volume, clearly objecting to her decision to do literally nothing to solve their humiliating situation. Some demanded to know why she’d bothered to lift them up in the first place if she wasn’t even going to do anything helpful, and to scold her for her carelessness. Others, recalling the fate of those under her other foot, merely pleaded. Unfortunately for the smaller people, Amy was the type of girl that would do anything to avoid an awkward conversation. Rather than acknowledge their very reasonable concerns or accept any blame for the current situation, she began to lower her foot straight back down. With a guiltless smile Amy bid farewell to everyone on her body with a wave goodbye and insultingly-cheerful sounding “Sorryyy~!”

As they were inescapably dragged away from the heavenly sight of those bulging feminine curves, several tinies let out screams of despair as they careened back towards underfoot hell. *SQUISH!*

Despite knowingly crushing multiple tiny men into the unyielding ground, Amy was blind to their sexual frustration, even as their throbbing erections were reduced to nothing more than hard pinpricks against the soft flesh of her foot. She only paused to consider how unhappy everyone had sounded before. Maybe she should say something uplifting to cheer them up??? Amy said, “Don’t worry everyone, I’ll, like, totally remember to check on you guys before I go home. I won’t forget like I did last time this happened, super promise!” There were further sounds of smothered alarm, as everyone realized how hopeless their situation was at the hands (or, well, feet) of this towering dunce, but Amy had already begun to bounce gently up and down with growing optimism. As far as she was concerned she’d already gone above and beyond for their sake. What more could possibly be expected of her?

Amy innocently returned to her casual stroll, each foot once again pounding away at the floor. Rather than dwell on the unpleasant reality of those being repeatedly stamped into the ground, Amy thought instead about how thankful her tiny “passengers” would be after she finally freed them. At least that was something to look forward to!

“Hey Chloe, I’m back, sorry about that.”

“What took so long? Did you rescue them or what?”

Amy thought it over, “Uhhh, not really, they were way too stuck or whatever.”

“Seriously? Did you even try?”

“For your information I did, but it’s tricky when they get all, like, caked on there, and junk.” Before her friend could judge her, Amy hastily justified her laziness, “Besides, anyone that’s still stuck under there is probably, like, way too flat to help at this point, right? I mean they were all pretty crushed to begin with! I bet I couldn’t even peel them free if I tried! Plus I’m kinda, like, already walking again, sooo…” It occurred to Amy that her little victims could probably hear every word she said. As if to prove the point, there was another faint scream for help that ended in another wet squelch. Amy deflected by explaining, “Anyway, I already apologized a bunch, so I don’t think they’ll mind!” She beamed, swelling with pride.

Of course, it hardly crossed the gigantic woman’s mind that every additional step she took was only plastering her poor victim’s bodies to her feet more and more, ensuring that the eventual task of freeing them would be a great deal more difficult when (or if) she finally got around to it. Fortunately, the consequences of that decision were of absolutely no concern to her, and those affected most of all couldn’t even voice their complaints.

Now all Amy had to do was convince her friend that she wasn’t such a klutz, “And for the record, I haven’t squished a single person today! Aside from the ones at the pool just now, I mean. And that guy on the bench earlier, I guess… and that building I put two small dents in… but it’s hardly my fault they always build them, like, right at boob height!”

Chloe joked, “Oh wow, you’re sooo thoughtful, Boobzilla. You can’t even walk ten feet without stepping on someone, can you?”

But Amy’s smug pride was not to be deflated so easily, “Yes I can! I’m even being extra careful this time. In fact, I haven’t squished a single-”

A crunching sound from below caused Amy to stop and glance at her feet, where the bent and splintered wreckage of a miniature lifeguard tower littered the ground around her. As she lifted one heel a small, empty plastic chair fell to the ground, making Amy wince. Uh oh. Hopefully nobody had been sitting there! Before anyone had a chance to witness her embarrassing mistake, Amy hurried on, putting the minor scene of destruction far behind her and out of her thoughts like nothing had ever happened.

Then Chloe said something caught Amy’s ear. With a bright smile she sang, “Oooh, a movie night? That sounds like tons of fun! And I’ll get to meet your teeny little cutie of a roommate, right??? Heehee, awesome! I’ll totally be there! Okay I gotta go, byyye~❤!” Amy snapped her phone shut and smiled as she made her bouncy way across the pool, all worrisome thoughts of potential floor-bound victims long forgotten. What a perfect day!



Author's Notes: The original render for this was done by giantesslover45 on DA, but I chose to add some edits of my own just to make Boobzilla's "boobiness" really shine. Let me know if you enjoyed this story (and which version you prefer) in a comment below, or on Discord!

Photoshop files of all art available here