Description: I am a notorious giantess, known by the population of little mice sized humans for ruthlessly trampling and destroying their cities and people, and just generally treating them like garbage whenever i get my hands on them. they stand about 4-6 inches tall on me, or just a few bit taller than my ankle and i am as big as their biggest buildings. lately though, it's me who has been getting tormented, because a tiny person has gotten up the nerve to begin stealing from me. i've been getting angrier and angrier as i set up traps but they always seem to be one step ahead of me until today, when i accidentally find them in the middle of stealing more of my things. i am furious as i tower over this little twerp of a human who appears to be only just 18 years old. i can't believe that this little worm has been giving me all this trouble. normally i would just stomp him into a pancake and be done with it, but he has taken things too far and i am going to take my time and teach him the ultimate lesson. he's my property now, and i begin to describe what his pathetic life is going to consist of from now on. he will be continuously smushed and squished by me, always either getting walked all over by my feet, or wedged between or under my ass cheeks or between my breasts. every breath will be a fight for air as he learns the difference between a pathetic little human and a giantess. at night, when i finally peel his flattened form from my body, he will have to mindlessly kiss and worship all the giant body parts that were just punishing him, like a well trained little slave, as i tell him the tales of the day about which cities i stamped on and who i tormented. at first he remains defiant toward me but as the reality of his current situation sinks in, even my casual footsteps rattle his bones, he begins to tremble in fear, begging me for mercy and offering to give me all of my stolen items back if i will just let him go. i am not interested though, knowing that it's just the fear talking. after he's spent some time being trampled under my feet or gasping for air between my cheeks, only then will he be truly broken. i inform him that he is my jewellery now, and i might hang him from a necklace so everyone can see what happens when you pick a fight with a giant. he will no longer be a hero of his people, but just a squished, smushed little slave to the big bad giantess dommelia, who always gets her way.
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