Rise Of The Giantess - THE SOFT CRUSH - 1080
The Giantess's Weight Test
Feeling Her Massive Assault
Andrea, the colossal giantess, stood before her subjects with a sense of discomfort. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had gained weight. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for someone brave enough to tell her the truth. With a deep breath, she announced her plan - a test to determine if she had indeed put on any extra pounds.
"I want everyone to be completely honest with me," she said, her voice echoing through the room. "If you think I've gained weight, tell me. I need to know."
Her words sent shivers down the spines of the tiny humans gathered beneath her. They knew what was coming next; they could feel it in their bones. Slowly, Andrea lowered herself onto a small stool, her enormous ass pressing into the fragile woodwork. The room fell silent as she waited for their responses.
Finally, one man summoned up the courage to speak. "You're not fat, Andrea," he said, his voice trembling with fear. "You're perfect just the way you are."
A wicked grin spread across her face as she stood up again. She knew they were lying; she could feel it in their hearts. "Okay," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's try this again."
This time, she pointed to another individual, a woman who was trembling in fear. "You, I want your honest opinion," she said, her eyes boring into the woman's soul. "Tell me if you think I've gained weight."
The woman shook her head vigorously from side to side. "No, Andrea," she whispered. "You're beautiful just the way you are."
Andrea laughed, a deep, booming sound that filled the room. It was clear to everyone that she was playing a twisted game with them. She wasn't really worried about her weight; she just enjoyed seeing the terror in their eyes as they awaited her judgment.
One by one, she called out each individual, asking for their opinions on her weight. Each time, they would give her the same answer - a mixture of fear and lies. And each time, she would laugh and move on to the next victim.
Finally, she turned her attention to a small figure crouched in the corner. It was a child, no more than five years old. She bent down to be at eye level with the child and whispered softly, "What do you think, little one? Am I fat?"
The child looked up at her, tears streaming down its face. "No, Andrea," it whispered. "You're not fat. You're just really, really big."
Andrea laughed again, this time more heartily than before. She knew the child was right, but that didn't make her feel any better. In fact, it only made her feel more alone and isolated.
With one final look around the room, she stood up straight and stretched her arms out to the sides. Her massive frame towered over everyone else, dwarfing them with its sheer size. With a sigh, she turned and left the room, leaving the tiny humans shaking in her wake.
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