Hostile Takeover Ch2

Daniel’s dream was a cacophany of imagery. Massive breasts, swirling spirals, menacing fingers poised around every corner. Everywhere the thick lipped grins of women leered at him. Contrasting colours, flashes of pink and purple marred the landscape as he stumbled through a landmass of madness. The very earth beneath him seemed to grin knowingly, before a maw opened, eagerly trying to swallow him whole. He clung to the side, screaming for help, but above him the grins of his pursuers appeared over the literal lip of the chasmous mouth he was within. 

Their hands reached down, and momentarily he thought he was saved, yet they reached down well past his hands to his body - teasing, tickling, tormenting, torturing. He screamed in defiance, yet as he pulled his hands back to protect his vulnerable naked form, he fell. 

*****

Daniel came to and blinked wearily at the light. He was a little dizzy, feeling like he’d run for miles. Yet as he sat up right, he realised he wasn’t sure where he was. 

The sun was beaming down, and his legs were warm from sitting there a while, yet he was mostly shaded. As he went to rub his eyes his hands felt oddly soft. 

He looked down to see that his hands were encased in two padded baby-blue mittens. That was quite odd. Yet as he thought about it, it did make sense. Someone had left him here, presumably, and had perhaps worried he might get cold while he slept. Maybe the train porter, or… hadn’t there been someone else on the train? For some reason it was hard to remember anything before he fell asleep. 

That was his best guess, at least, the mittens were an overly-familiar, perhaps misguised, yet kind gesture. However when he tried to remove them, it was far more difficult than he expected. Indeed, it was almost impossible to do anything with the mittens stuck on his hands. They seemed to be perfectly designed so as to allow him a semblance of autonomy, and yet the moment he actually tried to manipulate anything the material fled from his fingers, rendering any attempts futile. 

Grunting with frustration, his fingers slid against the slick surface inside them, unable to get any friction whatsoever, and when he tried to rub one against the other the silky material had no grip. Nervously, he tried to pull one free with his teeth, but somehow the gloves just simply wouldn’t budge. 

Sighing in defeat, he leaned back, holding his mittened hands in front of him. It must have been a misguided but well-intentioned effort, right? He didn’t want to contemplate any of the paranoid alternatives beginning to sprout. 

However as he looked past his gloves, he realised he suddenly felt much smaller than he had been before. The canopy above him was massive, a wooden trellice with vines growing through it, and he couldn’t have reached the top even if he’d stood up on his seating. 

That too came as a shock as he looked down to see he was sat on a bench, yet the bench was utterly massive. Indeed, his feet barely reached the edge of it from his position as he swung himself around. 

For a moment Daniel panicked. What was going on? Was he dreaming? Had he shrunk? 

Slowly, things began to piece themselves back together. He remembered getting onto the massive train cars, marvelling at how gargantuan the seating there had been, and… something else that made his whole body shiver for a moment before the memory was lost. 

Cautiously, Daniel lowered himself down from the surprising height of the bench to look around. He was at a train station, that much was obvious, as he looked back to see the tracks behind him. However, for what was supposed to be a small town, the station itself was huge. Not that there was much there, just a small office and a canopy overhead, but it was simply vast in size - much larger than any town would need. 

Unless, of course, everybody in it was much larger than normal, he began to piece together. Indeed, as he completed the small trek it took to get from one side of the platform to the other, he found a simple sign. 

“Welcome to Galomitera, the town of smiles that no one ever wants to leave!”

The sign was quite large, and he had to stand around 12 feet back just to be able to read it. Around the words were the faces of smiling women, all of whom sported quite massive busts. On closer inspection, though, there were smaller figures too, also smiling. Although, something about the smiles of the shorter figures made him… uneasy. 

Looking down, he realised he would be one of the short ones in this place. Only then did he realise there was a note pinned to his shirt with a safety pin. A few times he tried to pull it free, but again the mittens glided fruitlessly off the paper and he did little more than slightly crumple it against his chest. 

When he found whoever had done this to him, he planned on issuing quite a harsh complaint. Though when he realised that person might be twelve feet tall judging by the surroundings he corrected himself, instead planning to make a politely worded complaint. 

Daniel spent quite some time looking for his suitcase yet, predictably, couldn’t find it. He had thought they would just leave it under the bench for him, perhaps, whoever it was that had left him there, but no luck. Fuming with frustration, he turned back and made his way out of the station. 

The steps down to the path below were almost three feet tall each. He thought for a moment just how difficult it would have been for him to climb back up them, even if he hadn’t been wearing such slippery muffs. Even when climbing down he was having to use his body weight to keep himself steady as he couldn’t trust his hands. 

The path below was quite rustic, just cobbled dirt that led to Galomitera a short distance away. Or rather it may have been short if he hadn’t been half the intended height the place was designed for. 

Indeed as he walked he realised just how massive the buildings were, having had a bit of an optical illusionary effect on him as no matter how far he walked they just hadn’t seemed to get any closer until, as last, he passed under an archway. 

The arch itself was a massive pair of smiling lips with gleaming white teeth, and something about it rubbed him the wrong way. It was sort of like how a carnival’s aesthetic might trigger your uncanny valley. 

He shook it off and walked through, marvelling at the sheer size of everything as he did so. Again he almost wondered if he hadn’t actually just shrunk, but the leaves of the trees and a few birds flying past assured him that he was the normal one here. 

A giant woman was strolling down the street with a baby stroller. It was quite large, heck the carriage came up almost to his head. He dimly remembered the journey here, and how each woman had been simply… massive. It was coming back to him now. Was everybody in this town a giant? Or rather, a giantess? He’d not seen any men that tall thus far. In fact, he hadn’t seen any men but himself since he’d gotten off that train in New Borstwick…

She was evidently too focused on the baby inside to pay him any mind, gawking at her as she passed. The giantess seemed far more interested in endlessly doting upon her charge. 

“Awwww, such a ticklish little thing you are!” She declared as the stroller passed by across from him, and with her hands obscured inside he had to assume she was playing with her child. 

That was reassuring at least. She may have been a giantess, but she was still a person like him. The stroller seemed to be shuddering quite a lot, though, and as she walked by Daniel was sure he heard some decidedly non-infantile noises emanating from within. It was muffled, but he was sure he could hear laughter that wasn’t quite what he’d expect to hear from a baby. In fact… it sounded more like screams. 

He looked back, staring after her, but the moment passed. He shook his head and walked on. Maybe he was just going crazy, he thought, chuckling a little. 

Approaching the nearest building, he craned his neck up to read the sign above. 

“Angela’s Angels Nursery”. 

The sign was emblazoned with dozens of white feathers, presumably to go with the angelic theme. 

The windows however were much too high for him to look inside, although that wasn’t his purpose. He just wanted to see his reflection. Pulling over a plant pot he was able to clamber atop with a little effort, now just able to read the note pinned to his chest in the reflection of the morning sun. 

".mih gnitcepxe si soktiM srM ,enaL iselaG 81 ot nam gnuoy siht reviled esaelP"

Daniel shook his head irritably. Of course it was reversed. The flowery handwriting wasn’t helping either, as he tried to read it back to himself. 

“Please… deliver… this young man…”

Yet as he stared at the text printed on the note, his eyes were slowly adjusting to the reflection as the window slowly became more transparent despite the sunshine. Inside he saw massive figures moving around which came more into focus the longer he stared. There were more giant women within. Now he was sure of it. This town, it must have been a community for… what, giant women? Did everybody here share some genetic trait, maybe? Or did they just move here to be with others like them? 

A million questions ran through his head as this realisation dawned on him, and he stared at the massive, thick, busty women casually moving around inside. His gaze moved across the room within and he saw a half dozen baby cribs, except like the women they were massive too. Were their children equally massive from birth? 

That made sense, he supposed, yet as he looked closer, those smaller figures within the cribs caught his eye. Were they children? No, he realised, they just looked smaller compared to the figures around them. 

In fact, he was certain they were adults. Yet they seemed to be wearing wildly childish garb, but from their proportions alone it was obvious they were grown men and women. Every one of them was being attended to by at least one if not more giantesses… and those that were each bore a frigtening rictus grin. Indeed, one young woman seemed to be in total hysterics, with tears streaming down her cheeks… though he couldn’t hear it through the thick soundproof glass. 

A shadow suddenly appeared over him and he jumped at the sudden presence of someone next to him. 

“Do you need help little one? Are you lost?” The kindly woman asked, bent over double to beam down at him and yet she still towered over him from above. 

Wearing nothing but a short-cut blue top and booty-shorts, she was almost comically underdressed. Indeed, given her massive stature like all the others, it left a dramatic amount of skin on show. She seemed a little slimmer than the women he had seen thus far, but that wasn’t saying much. This giantess still sported thighs thicker than his chest, and her tits were practically bursting out of her tiny top. Had he curled up into a ball, they would likely have been the same size as his entire body. 

“Oh, hi. Um… no. Not lost.” He sputtered as he lied, suddenly all too aware of how vulnerable he felt. 

“Oh my. You wouldn’t be up to any… mischief, would you?” Her kindly smile suddenly took on an almost imperceptibly more sinister curl as she reached out a finger to his chin, tilting it up to look her in the eyes. “You know the rules… little ones aren’t allowed to be out on their own…”

“W-w-what? I… um…” He muttered, totally taken aback by her coddling behaviour. 

Her fingers slowly moved towards him and he took a stumbling step back. 

“You wouldn’t be trying to escape, now, would you? That would be very naughty…”

“E-escape!?” He stammered, astounded by her sudden change in demeanour. 

A ten foot goddess of a woman was talking to him like he was an escaped prisoner, and reaching out to grab him! Yet he just stood there, totally unable to move, rooted to the spot in utter bewilderment… and fear. 

As her fingers were an inch from him, though, she snagged the note on his chest and effortlessly pulled it free from the baby-pin holding it in place. 

“Oh, I see.” She spoke softly as she read the note, before looking back down at him with as smile. 

He for his part just shivered on the spot, totally at a loss for what to do. 

“You must be new in town!” She said cheerfully, her former demeanour returning all of a sudden. 

“Uh… yeah.” He giggled nervously, holding his hands behind his back, unsure if he wanted her to see just how helplessly his hands were confined. 

“What a pretty little laugh you have…” she breathed, as her smile broadened. “You’re going to make her so happy…”

Unsure how to respond to such an odd sentence, he just nodded, hoping she would point him in the right direction and he could get out of here all the sooner.

“Well, this note asks someone to take you to Mrs Mitkos’ home. I’d be more than happy to show you the way!” 

She was practically bouncing on the spot at the prospect and, in so doing, her utterly massive and pendulous breasts - barely contained inside a low-cut running shirt - were bouncing in time. Their gravity defying movements were making it very difficult for Daniel to respond.

“That’s uh… that… you don’t have to,” he blinked, looking away as his cheeks flushed, “you could just point to where I should go and… I’m sure I can… find it.”

As he looked around, though, he was once again reminded just how alien everything here him was - not to mention the sheer size of the place. Perhaps he would be better off taking her offer. Yet something about her was - like so much else about Galomitera - triggering some instinctual nervousness within him. Some primal part of his brain was telling him to run. 

Yet, run where? This was his last shot at a better life. He turned back to her and tried to speak, but his cheeks flushed red as he realised his face was mere inches from her utterly mind-boggling chest.  

“Awww, no need to be shy little one…” She chided, and reached down to tickle under his chin. 

“N-n-nooohoohohohahaha!” He sputtered nervously, stepping back a little, yet she easily followed him. 

“No? Tut tut, it’s not polite to refuse a grown up’s help you know…” 

She took a step closer and easily pulled him closer to her body, while her fingers began to roam, tickling at his chest and then his waist. 

“Pleeehehehease!”

He wrapped his arms around hers but found himself entirely helpless to extricate himself when her ticklish fingers were more than enough to send him into a spiral of hysterics. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” She admonished in faux-shock. “It’s not safe for little ones to walk around on their own!”

“Okaaayhahahaha!” He squealed, almost immediately overwhelmed by her childish antics. “Pleeeease!”

“That’s better, such a good little boy…” She said, eventually relenting in her torturous assault. “Now take my hand!” 

Reluctantly, he held out a gloved hand which she delighted in encasing in her grip. 

“Awww, looks like someone’s already wearing their mittens! I can tell you’ll fit right in here.”

Nervously, Daniel chewed his lip as he sweltered in embarrassment after having just been tickled senseless by a total stranger in public. Now to make it worse he was being led by the hand like a child down the town’s streets. 

“I’m uh… I’m not moving here, I’m just visiting.” He muttered, shying away from the gleaming smile a passing giantess gave him, obviously approving of his being escorted. 

“Oh are you now?” The woman holding his hand asked, yet something about how she did so made it sound as though she didn’t really believe him - or perhaps that she somehow knew better.

Daniel at first was observing the town around them as they walked, but increasingly found himself unable to take his eyes off of the women around him. They were simply astounding. Just like the Goddess who had begun to drag him through their town, all the other residents seemed to be similarly titanic in stature, with stunning bodies that would be the envy of anyone anywhere else. 

Utterly gargantuan breasts threatened to spill forth from every skimpy outfit on display, and their thighs pillowed out to absurd proportions. Daniel was utterly helpless to keep his eyes off of them. 

However, his distraction led to him walking directly into the back of his guide’s legs, forcing him face first into her ass before he bolted back what little he could in her firm grip, blushing furiously. 

She simply giggled and didn’t seem to mind - indeed he half suspected she had done it on purpose. 

“Here we are, Mrs Mitkos’ residence.” 

The giantess beside him gestured to the massive estate home ahead of them behind wrought iron fences which towered eight feet up, and yet which Daniel supposed to these women was hardly that large at all. 

The home had a Georgian Revival style cobbled exterior with brick and columns galore, and even from here Daniel could tell it was simply huge. Of course given the size of the women in Galomitera it made sense, the square cube law required that even to build a normal home for someone so large the structure would be vast, yet this seemed large even for someone of their size. 

The giantess leading him bent down to pet his head and, at last, let go of his hand. He massaged it a little reflexively, before remembering he was wearing those damnable frustrating mittens, and sighed. 

Approaching the gate, however, he couldn’t see any way to open it. Indeed it was only after looking up he saw an intercom fixed to it… although it was well out of his reach. 

Appearing by his side once more, the Giantess smugly chided him. 

“Awwww, do you need a hand? Would you like me to help you ring the doorbell?”

Groaning under his breath, he merely nodded. However, rather than ringing it herself, she hooked her hands under his armpits and lifted him clear of the ground as he stammered in shock. Moments later, though, he was face to face with the intercom. Looking behind him, the grinning colossus was pursing her lips innocently. 

Just wanting to get this day over with, he reached out to press the buttons… but his mittens made it almost impossible. He couldn’t put pressure where he needed to. After twenty seconds or so of fruitless efforts, the woman holding him condescendingly consoled him. 

“Oh you sweet little thing, are your mittens making it hard to push the buttons? Awww, that’s okay, that’s what they’re for! They stop little ones like you from getting into any mischief, or… touching anything they shouldn’t.” She licked her lips, breath growing husky in his ear as she leaned in closer behind him. “No… good little girls and boys should let us do all the… touching.”

Eyes broadening at her sexually charged language, he looked away, not sure what to say. Eventually though she relented, pushing the button for him just as he was sure her hot breath was going to cook his brain the way it was pouring onto his ear. 

“Hello?” Came a cool, sultry voice through the intercom. 

“Hi Mrs Mitkos, it’s Sandra here! I found someone in town who looked a bit lost, but I helped make sure they got to… where they belong.”

“Oh, well thank you so much dear… Send him in.”