The Last of the Micrins (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

Much to the traumatized micrins’ shock, however, the giantess didn’t immediately whale on them beneath the momentum-dense slabs of her bare arches and bunching toes, as expected. Even though she could’ve done so and wiped them all out in a half-second flat. Instead, still keeping the little things walled in between her insteps, Diana descended slowly into a yoga-peaceful kneel that placed her back to her guests, thereby inverting her feet and turning her supple soles ceiling-ward, and placed her lunar ass cheeks in impromptu proximity overhead. Like the rest of her essentially exposed body, though there was technically a velvety layer of sheer night gown fabric cloaking her titanic plush-yet-taut gluteus maximus, those eight intruders were made to bear witness to their increasingly-horny hostess’s immense volleyball-toned hindquarters from far closer and in more clearly than they ever imagined they’d behold. As if a stationary view of that abundant rump wasn’t attention-demanding enough, Diana’s hips shortly began to sway, causing those shapely buttocks to slow-dance side-to-side while she soothingly clenched then relaxed them in provocative succession. Her movement sped up, and eventually the giantess was massaging her palms over the dual hills of her cheeks, grabbing at their tempting roundness, and even playfully slapping her own behind with a THWACK that echoed two rooms away.

“Oh, if only you little runts could handle this ass of mine. I bet you wish you could. More than anything,” Diana purred, still with her back to the micrins below, as she remained on her knees with that unquittable ass still pouted out in prime squeezing position. Soon the fabric’s hem had flared outward as if about to take flight, leaving no barrier between her body and her attentive guests. “But I really don’t think you can.”

Andrew, with his terrified heartrate feeling like it was vibrating his entire body at each pulse, had totally given up on trying to talk the other seven into a last-ditch escape effort. Instead, just as faithfully as gravity kept him rooted to the ground, his sightline belonged exclusively to the lovely topography of that sporty hyper-feminine booty which now dominated so much of the group’s overhead view. Every roomy contour was worthy of artistic appreciation, as he unblinkingly scanned his ever-devoted peepers around and around the sumptuous circumference of Diana’s cheeks, steadily finding himself undeniably aroused by that ass’s enormity, luscious silhouette, and all-in-all perfection. Despite still subconsciously comprehending the mortality of this situation, and grasping in a dreamlike sense that he was probably about to die, Andrew could only watch that bum sashay and jiggle and slap like a goddess-tailored set of giant bongos, and wish that he could experience it all from an even more intimate closeness.

Then without fanfare, Diana shimmied her up-arched feet wider apart and raised her ass up higher off the ground from her horrified yet awestruck tiny admirers. Not to stand up, but rather to use the added drop distance for extra thrust. As lost as he still was in longing for the giantess’s derriere, Andrew was able to intuit the immediacy of this jeopardy just well enough to snap out of his aroused reverie and spot an irregularity in the otherwise-uniform gray floor terrain two paces away: a cracked dent not much wider than his shoulder width, and only slightly shallower than a micrin-sized grave. Without even thinking, since there wasn’t time for that, he dove directly for the slit and landed in a supine posture that suddenly placed him level with the ground. Less than a heartbeat later, Diana’s buttocks plummeted back down, this time unencumbered by the blockades of her own feet.

The result was an ear-splitting WHAAAM twice as loud as any of those earlier palm-smacks to her cheeks, as that tight wobbly backside crashed into the floor, instantly smashing every living thing still standing upright on the kitchen floor below her lady lumps with such force that it was like the micrins had been robbed of their third dimension. Despite not being physically contacted by the homeowner’s tush, though he couldn’t be certain for the first few seconds that he was still alive, Andrew was brutally concussed by that ass-to-floor shockwave, and his world was briefly to pure pitch-black when the giantess’s booty flesh bounced down and swelled thickly against the wooden divot in the floor where he’d taken last-instant shelter. He’d caught a fractional-second note of the other seven micrins’ revelatory screams just before their voices and then bodies themselves were overtaken by the booming barbarity of Diana’s monumental ass. It was only when the giantess began to lift her posterior back off the floor again that Andrew could be sure he hadn’t been crushed too – and could also see the grisly aftermath of that singularly whomping floor-touching squat. Sure enough, six of the micrins had been reduced on the spot to crimson splats dotted over Diana’s skin. To Andrew’s wary surprise, though, just one other had managed to survive the impact: a male, not plastered against her gigantic cheek, but instead ensnared within the silken glute-flossing line of her panties right down the center of her crack.

“A-ANDREW!” the micrin called out, clearly wounded but still with enough air left to shout, as he struggled fruitlessly against the pressurized tangle of ass-hugging garb. “HELP… ME! P-PLEASE!”

Even if a fright-paralyzed Andrew had somehow found the will to move and pull himself out of his questionably-safe haven in the floor, however, there was no earthly way he could have found a way to reach his brethren so high above. Just as he couldn’t help but lustfully yearn after Diana’s impeccable form, there was no denying the utter supremacy of her power over them. Once she’d set her sights on her new disposable playthings, they didn’t stand a chance. Staring pitifully back at his underpant-snagged victim still shrieking at him from the thrall of their beautiful murderer’s gradually-cinching cheeks, the last surviving micrin on the floor wallowed in excoriating guilt. It should’ve been one of the others who jumped into this slot. Not him. Though even having delayed his own extinction a while longer, Andrew had no illusion that he’d actually staved off his eventual fate for good. All it took was one audience beneath that ass to have the inevitability of Diana’s grim judgment tattooed on his brain. There was no escaping her. As if suffering from the closest thing he would ever experience to a prophetic vision, the short-lived future of his miniature race flashed before the little one’s eyes. They were all going to die. With a heavy gulp, Andrew shut his tear-soaked eyes and did his best to ignore the other micrin’s final softening yelps just as the giantess – without even knowing he was there – gave the waistline of her panties a nonchalant adjustment tug that re-compressed the fabric to her bubble-butted anatomy, and sucked the victim fully between her destructively buoyant cheeks, never to see the light of day again.

Euphoric tingles washed through Diana’s hunkered-down figure. She sighed while gliding her fingers down from her neck to her bosom, then hugged her thighs together again and felt the elevated moisture glossing her panties stick this time. The woman bit her lip and let her palm find its way to her gifted booty again. Having sated both the thirst in her parched throat and the thirst for wiping out mysterious micro-intruders that she didn’t even fully realize she had until she spotted that first one so vulnerably presented before her like a god-deserving sacrifice, Diana ascended back to her feet and shambled down the hall with a still-irrepressible grin on her lips. While a part of her was tempted to forego sleep and spend the rest of the night turning her house upside-down until she’d tracked down every last micrin, for she could tell this new desire of hers would certainly require feeding again, ultimately she climbed back under the covers for peaceful beauty rest. If she’d found those creatures so easily this time, practically stumbling over them on every other step, something told Diana it wouldn’t be long before she caught more, especially now that she knew to keep an eye out. And oh how sweet it was going to be.