Unaware Giantess Throws Tiny Slave Away on Accident
Unexpectedly, Giantess Mae's eyes opened, a low groan escaping her lips. She felt heavy, as if weighed down by a mountain, and for a moment, she couldn't remember why. A blur of images flitted through her mind—a warm body pressed against hers, soft whispers in the dark...
With a frown, she swung her long legs over the side of the bed and sat up, rubbing at her eyes. As she did so, something caught her eye—a glint of metal in the corner of her vision. She turned her head to follow the reflection, her eyes widening in shock as she saw what it was.
There, in the middle of her bathroom floor, was a tiny slave. He was frozen in place, his eyes wide with fear as he took in her massive form. She could see the tremors running through his body, his every muscle tense with terror.
Giantess Mae let out a low growl, not quite understanding why this tiny intruder was in her personal space. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, ready to strike if he made any sudden moves. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice like thunder echoing through the room.
The tiny slave tried to speak, but no words came out. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his eyes darting between her and the trash can he'd been hiding in. She could see the faint outline of her most intimate items in the trash—items he had no right to touch.
A growl rumbled in her chest as she took a step towards him. The floor shook beneath her feet, making the tiny slave flinch back. "Did you think you could just take whatever you wanted from me?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.
Without waiting for an answer, she snatched the trash can off the floor and dumped it onto her bed, sending pillows and blankets flying. The tiny slave scrambled to get out of the way, but it was too late. She grabbed the second bathroom trash and added it to the pile on top of him before slamming the trash can shut.
Her heart beat faster as she stood there, looking down at her tiny prisoner. He was trapped now, unable to escape the pile of trash she'd sealed him in. A slow smile spread across her lips as she realized what she'd done. She'd shown him who was in charge—and she loved every second of it.
Turning on her heel, she walked towards the window, her massive frame casting a shadow over the tiny slave. He could only watch as she opened the window and dropped the trash can into the dumpster below, hearing the familiar thud as it hit the bottom.
She turned back around, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Consider this your new home," she said, her voice cold and empty. With that, she turned and left the room, leaving the tiny slave alone with his thoughts and his fear.
