Giantess Anthology - Short Story - Giantess Rampage - WIP (Patreon)

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A Short Story from the Giantess Anthology

Giantess Rampage Part 1

By Richard C.H. Davies

Warning this story contains: Giantess, Point of View, hand crush, foot crush, chase, vore, insertion, handheld

Tommy flicked over his unread emails again impatiently, scrolling down his smartphone, then he huffed and looked up through the clear screen, over the shoulder of the taxi driver and glared at the traffic jam ahead and to either side of them. The road had suddenly become complete chaos.

Courier cyclists zipped between cars, far too close for comfort. One of them scraped the bonnet of the black cab.

“Hey you…!” the taxi driver shouted after the cyclist, but they had already zipped and weaved out of view. “Bloody cyclist!” the driver growled. Tommy didn’t respond, he didn’t want to make conversation, he just wanted to get to his meeting and have lunch.

The taxi driver’s eyes glanced upwards towards the large rear view mirror, looking at Tommy.

“Think they own the bloody roads… those cyclists…” he commented through gritted teeth. The taxi’s engine was thrumming in the background, it was an unpleasant noise, no wonder taxi drivers were grumpy a lot of the time, Tommy thought.

“I said they think they own the bloody roads…” the taxi driver continued, trying to bait Tommy into conversation.

“Sorry, do you know how long it will take to get there?” Tommy asked impatiently. The taxi driver sucked his breath in through his teeth.

“Ooh, I’d say another fifteen minutes, at this rate. Traffic is bad today… worse than normal,”

Fifteen minutes, the meter was still counting away, happily adding to Tommy’s bill in the traffic jam. He could have walked faster. He didn’t like walking much though, it made him sweat through his suit. He liked to turn up clean and crisp to his meetings.

His seat vibrated violently for a second, the transparent screen rattled and clattered against the fixings.

Tommy looked out the window, he couldn’t see anything amiss.

“Did you feel that?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, probably those bloody Crossrail tube line workers, could be one of the construction sites nearby…”

A loud boom echoed between the buildings. The taxi driver’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror and then he leaned over and looked around.

“That was loud,” Tommy noted, “are you sure that is construction? It sounded like a loud crash or something.”

“Hmm…” the taxi driver murmured. Now he decided to have nothing to say, Tommy thought.

He continued looking around, trying to work out what was happening.

He glanced up towards the Bank of England, cast his gaze up to the ‘Cheezegrater’ the Leadenhall tower, perhaps it was one of the tower buildings. He started to think about 9/11.

“Do you think it’s a terrorist attack?” he asked the driver, as if suddenly he was the fountain of all knowledge.

“Dunno mate, it doesn’t…”

BOOM!

There was a loud thunderclap of sound, it wasn’t a sonic boom though, it was at street level.

The taxi shuddered and rattled as it shook. Tommy braced himself on the seat.

People started to get out of their cars, doors opened all over the place and people stepped out to look around. People were talking with each other.

A courier cyclist nearly ran into a few people, causing an argument about who belonged where.

BOOM! BOOM!

All heads swung towards where they thought the noise was coming from.

He suddenly heard screaming and shouting, Tommy glanced over towards the entrance of the Leadenhall building atrium, it was suddenly spilling out people, they were running away from the building at a desperate pace. Men and women in business attire, all dignity cast adrift as they jostled each other and muscled their way out of the building, trying to get ahead of the crowd.

Their faces were masks of fear.

That made Tommy very worried. He didn’t know if it was safer to get out and run or stay in the car.

He leaned over and looked up the side of the tower. It wasn’t on fire, no planes had hit it…

BOOM! BOOM! Panicked faces swung to look behind them as they ran away from an unseen terror. Then the people were spilling into the road, running around the traffic and into the opposite direction.

Some people started to just run with them, away from who knew what.

Someone nearby grabbed at a fleeing person.

“What’s going on!” he grabbed at her shoulder. She looked at him in panic and anger at being impeded.

“It’s some kind of attack!” she shouted at him, then shook her arm free of his grasp and ran away. The man looked back from where they were running from.

BOOM!

There was another loud thunderclap, this time much louder, this time it really reverberated around.

Tommy looked back to the crossroads just in time to see a car rolling at high speed on its side and smashing into another car with a loud crash.

Scores of people were running away, screaming. Everyone at the crossroads was now looking back in the direction the car had come from and it was like a switch had been triggered, they screamed and ran.

Tommy leaned forwards and peered through the window. Trying to discern what was happening.

The driver decided to turn LBC news on the radio.

“…Some kind of attack near Bank tube station, reports from St Mary’s Axe…”

BOOM!

The loud thunderclap was really close.

There was a blur to the side of the crossroads and a series of very loud cracks and crashes.

Tommy looked over at the source, large glazed panels had been forced out of their frames and had been shed from the building above, it was as if they had simply been pushed out. What the hell could do that?

Thump Thump Thump, came a very loud sound, something heavy was causing repeated vibrations.

Tommy caught movement at the crossroads. A person was crawling out the side of the car, a whisp of smoke was trailing out from the car. He was crawling and whimpering.

Then he turned on his side and screamed, a blood curdling scream.

Tommy watched in horror, something was terrifying that man.

The impossible happened then. A giant foot appeared from behind the building and lunged out above the man.

He watched it raise above him, helplessly, fending it off with his outstretched palm.

The foot hovered for a painstaking instant and then slammed down on top of him, with a loud crunch.

The man disappeared beneath the foot.

The tarmac of the road cracked around the foot with a loud crunch.

Tommy watched in absolute awestruck horror.

He could hear a police siren wailing in the distance.

“Did you see that?” The taxi driver whispered.

“Okay, I’m leaving,” Tommy, wide-eyed, stated to the driver.

“Hey you’ve still gotta pay,” Tommy gestured with his card and swiped at the contactless reader. It wasn’t engaged. He jumped out of the taxi and started walking briskly away from the crossroads.

“Hey!” the taxi driver shouted after him, but also got out the car and looked back and forth, deciding whether to abandon his livelihood.

Tommy didn’t care, he was off.

A huge thud behind him caused him to look back, he froze at what he saw. At the crossroads the foot was joined by another foot. One of them was still crunching down on a flattening car. He winced as he heard the shriek of rending metal under stress.

The car windscreen was crunching and grinding underneath the weight of the giant foot. Then there was a loud pop as it burst outwards and clattered to the tarmac beneath the giant toes. The car flattened further and several wheels flew out the sides.

Tommy looked up from the naked feet, up the large ankles, calves, kneecaps, giant thighs that suddenly tapered outwards, wider and wider until they met which huge hips. There was a hairy mound at the groin.

He continued to look upwards, seeing the shapely breasts, hanging naked from her chest, her dark hair was unkempt and curled around the top of her breasts.

Then he caught her dark featured face, dark eyebrows, her forehead was furrowed and her dark eyes were piercing and full of malice, she was angry and she was looking for something, searching. Her dark eyes darted around her, but there was nothing of interest.

Her eyes looked along the road towards him and over the retreating crowd of people that were still spilling out of the cheesegrater.

Tommy’s whole body was frozen in shock, he didn’t know what to do right now. Then her dark eyes focused directly on him for an instant, it sent a chill through him. The predatory gaze penetrated his very soul. He felt so insignificant in that moment, but soon the eyes moved on, disinterested in his puny form.

The giantess took a step forwards towards Tommy’s direction.

Now was a good time to run, he thought, but his body was still frozen to the spot; half turned looking at the attractive giant woman. He knew she was deadly and terrifying, but still… he was awestruck, and also intrigued as to what she was looking for.

She was focusing on the addresses on the side of the street. She stepped forward again with a loud thump on the ground.

He could feel the ground shaking beneath his feet.

Movement caught his eyes over to the left, the building next to the giantess, about fifteen metres ahead of her the entrance doors to the office building opened out to the pavement, there was a crowd of people huddled there.

Tommy hoped for their sake that the giantess hadn’t seen them…

Her eyes locked down onto the movement as well, like a hawk. Too late for them. She turned and arched her back and then sank to her knees. Her giant hands spread outwards, fingers fanning out, and they pressed to the pavement either side of her shoulders.

She peered directly at the crowd of people at the entrance.

“Where’s Daniel Roberts,” she growled at them with a low and loud rumbling voice.

The people screamed in terror, some of them ran back further inside the building. The giantess didn’t like that response.

One of her huge hands punched a clenched fist through the glazing.

Tommy winced at the sound of the glass shattering and the screaming of the occupants inside.

He could see the giant forearm working as it swept the arm backwards and forwards. Her hand must be causing carnage in there.

The giant hand was retracted, coated in blood stains. He couldn’t tell if it was her or their blood.

“Where is Daniel Roberts?” She demanded with a loud growl through gritted teeth.

Helicopter blades thumped in the air above them as a police helicopter swung into view, it hovered above the building behind on the other side of the street.

The giantess looked back over her shoulder and up to observe the nuisance.

She turned and stood upright, the helicopter pilot had underestimated her stature and realised his mistake as her forehead drew level with the height of the cockpit, the helicopter banked backwards, tipping back onto its tail rotor, but it was too late.

The giantess curled her arm down to her opposite hip, and then with a clubbed hand she swung it in a backhanded fashion, swiping up at the helicopter.

There was a terrible crunch as her knuckles made contact with the underside of the helicopter. She was smart not to swing through, the spinning blades could have severely injured her. It was enough to spin the helicopter over its side and upside down.

The police helicopter’s pitch increased into a whine and the rotors whirled as it plummeted near the group of smashed cars at the cross roads.

There was a loud and long crash as the helicopter ploughed into the ground, its rotor blades were spinning, large chunks flying in all directions.

The giantess defended herself with her limbs as debris flew in all directions.

The helicopter’s rotor was still spinning on its side and then it slowed down to a stop. The helicopter rocked and then settled on its side.

Then there was quiet again.

The giantess turned back to the building, to realise that people were dashing out the rear fire escape exits.

The giant woman growled angrily and smashed her knee into the upper side of the building. Masonry and glazing flew up in a spray of debris which flew upwards and outwards, raining down on the roof and on the people running away behind the building.

Some people were hit with it and staggered to fall on the ground.

A few laid where they fell.

The giantess bounded round the side of the building and reached out a huge foot with a lunge, crunching it directly down onto a group of unsuspecting escapees.

There was a wailing crunch beneath the foot.

Her other foot joined in the fray and pounded down on some more people, crunching them without a second thought.

The giantess searched the fleeing crowd with the speed of a hunter, she was looking for that Daniel guy.

She lowered herself to her knee and took a long back swipe with her outstretched hand. It made contact with a score of people, scattering them into the air and knocking their wriggling bodies into another building behind. They hit the side like little rag dolls.

Tommy could barely blink as he watched the horror unfold, but he was conscious enough to grab his smartphone and start recording this.

“Where is Daniel!” the giantess shouted at the fleeing people. She smashed her fist down on someone, crushing them into the tarmac.

Then she grabbed out at another person, pincering the man between her giant fingers and lifted him up. She examined the tiny wriggling form.

“Tell me…” she demanded. “Where is Daniel Roberts?” he shook his head in terror, Tommy could see him trying to say something back but he was too far away.

The giantess’ upper lip curled upwards in a sneer and she closed her fist around the man. He disappeared inside the clenched fist.

When it opened the body dropped to the floor with a wet slap.

Tommy’s eyes couldn’t leave that sack of a body. Then the giantess was reaching out and grabbing more people.

She was gathering them up in her hands now. Reaching out and stuffing them into her hands, collecting them up, roughly and without remorse.

Once she managed to get the majority of them she stood up and tipped them onto the flat roof of the building.

She looked down upon her tiny captives.

Tommy presumed they were looking up at her in terror.