Giantess Stories: The Toy Machine

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The Toy Machine

By

Asukafan2001

 

 

           In 1987 a man called Richard Depp discovered a

liquid that came from the root of the albino African Violet, when the roots were

squeezed and processed just right they created  a liquid that Richard dubbed

Thyme.

           Thyme revolutionized the American Economy but

not over night. Over the next 10 years he was forced to fight his upstart

company through the governmental red tape. That is when in Bill Clintons

fleeting years as president, Bill came across this small company almost by

accident and threw government money towards his company shortly before he left

office.

           Then came republican president Bush. He

absolutely loved the company, and with the fear that 9/11 brought it made for

the perfect time to introduce it into American society. Any man, woman, guilty

of crimes that befall to the federal courts are sentenced to be Thyminized.

          

Thyminization brought order to the otherwise democratic society. It brought

money and power to Richard Depp as his company had sole rights to do the

Thyminization process. America rapidly gained power throughout the world

adding more and more countries under its banner for the complete obedience

that its laws now demanded and that most people followed. This, this is where

our story begins. Oct. 14th 2012.

 

           It was early in the morning and Richard was

walking to his office for the first time today with his number 2 Kacie Nirschel.

Kacie was a dazzling athletic looking girl with the mind that was as debolical

and power hungry as Richards. That is why they got along so well. They both

wanted the same thing. Power, and money and they now had both as they walked

along the conveyor belt watching the small plastic cups pass along the conveyor

belt. The very same small plastic cups you see in department stores like walmart,

and kmart next to the front counter where for only 50 cents you can get a cheap

a toy. Those small plastic bubble cups ran down the conveyor belt well two

women, Kathy and Bobby put in the little toys, and then set the plastic bubble

cups back onto the conveyor belt where they rolled off the edge of the conveyor

belt and into a box. A box where once full was loaded onto a truck and shipped

off to god only knows where, there were hundreds of these conveyor belts in here

but this is the one Kacie and Richard walked along everyday on there way to

there office.

           The two talked about this and that not really

about anything particular, as they headed into the office Kacie tightly shut the

door.  She glanced back at the door walked towards Richard who was looking the

office window at all the conveyor belts, his workers, his dynasty that he had

built. Kacie, walked right up behind him, in one motion she pulled out a knife

and stabbed Richard right in the back. Richard coughed and wheezed as he turned

around pulling the knife out of his back. He looked shocked as he saw Kacie

smiling at him.

           “What have you done? Why have you done this? We

had it all, you have no reasons why?” screamed Richard as he gasped for air

falling to a knee.

           Kacie looked down at her falling comrade. She

stared him right in the eye as she eyed his back where the wound was. She could

hear Richards voice but she was so focused in on him that she couldn't make out

what he was saying.

           Richard on the other hand was panicking now as

his body begin to dry heave uncontrollably. He darted his eyes from left to

right, then back to left looking for something to get him out of this but his

collapsed to the ground not responding to his motions.

Richard reached out for the leg

of the chair. As his fingers tips went to grasp it he watched his hands shrink

away from it. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Richard now struggled to

extend his arm out further beyond its maximum limits hoping that he can reach

the chair.

“Yes Richard, the knife you

pulled out, it was laced with Thyme. This company will be mine, solely mine.

Your precious baby will be in my hands. I am tired of playing second fiddle to

you Richard. I want the spotlight, I want the attention. ME, ME, ME!!!” screamed

Kacie.

By the time Kacie's rant was

complete Richard couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kacie looked to be

hundreds of feet all, her black high heeled shoes alone were enough to frighten

a man to his death, he looked up at her long nylon covered legs that traveled

into her black mini skirt. Richard tried to avert his eyes but as she neared him

he couldn't help but see up her dress, her black panties hugging her

athletically toned ass perfectly, a bit of skin showing before her top began,

her breasts pushing the top out, then looking like her head sat on top of the

breasts themselves were Kacie's face smiling down at him. Richard ran backwards

stumbing over his own feet. It was useless as in what looked to be a blink of an

eye her hand was already down on top of him.

Kacie's hand was warm and he

could smell her perfume radiating everywhere. It smelled like orange blossoms.

Richard darted his head around not wasting anymore time as he looked for anyway

still struggling to believe that was really happening.

Richard could only watch as her

fingers dug along the carpet squashing the carpet fibers with relative ease as

then her long red fingernails pushed under him. Richard was only standing on her

fingernails for a moment before tumbled against her already curling palm.

Richard slammed against Kacie's soft warm hands as she cupped him completely in

her left hand.

Richard felt as if he had died as

he heard the click clack, click clack of her high heels slamming against the

floor. He was sealed in what felt like a tomb as he all he could see is

darkness, he couldn't move a single limb on his body. All he could hear was the

clicking of Kacie's heels against the floor, the bustling of his workers. He had

to be going out to Kacie's car, but this was not the life he wanted. He was not

about to become a slave, but who would believe him, this had to be dream or some

prank.

It was then that his tomb began

to open. A crack of light shone in then in the next instant he was tumbling

faster and faster. He felt smooth and then he was sliding, Richard put his hands

out trying to stop but he only continued to slide against a surface that felt

perfectly smooth.

It wasn't until he was in the

bottom of this plastic surface that Richard could actually look around. Below

him was a conveyor belt traveling at what looked to be breakneck speeds as the

world was whizzing by faster then his eyes could comprehend it. However, Richard

didn't need to see it as he knew exactly where he was. He was inside of the

plastic bubble cups as he sped down the conveyor belt. Richard knew he had to

get up and out of here as he knew he didn't have too much time left as his only

hope was that his muscles weren't already numbed by the Thyme. It was a side

effect upon use, momentary paralysis. It was never a concern though as only

convicts were shrunk but now it meant the difference between his freedom and

confinement, as he began to sit up a pair of hands wrapped around the plastic

cup.

As Richard looked up he saw the

young 25 year old college graduate who he had hired just a few months ago. It

was Bobby, her short brown hair that is curled up at the tips, her large breasts

pushing her gap t-shirt up, her faded blue jeans whizzed by as Richard screamed

up to her hoping she would hear him, but he knew it was unlikely as she had

probably learned to tune out the screams plea's of the tiny men as her only job

was to place the lid on the plastic cup.

“You know I was hoping for more

then this upon graduation but here I am putting lids on a cup for a living.

Kath”

“Yeah, but you have a bright

future ahead of you, this is just a small off ramp in your life this is all I

have, I'm 40”

“Yeah I guess your right Kath”

bellowed Bobby as she snapped the lid on Richards plastic cup sealing him.

Richard beat and banged against the lid as he set it back down on the conveyor

belt. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he was unable to push the lid off,

with his every kick he grew more and more winded as the paralysis began to

overtake him. Before, he knew it he couldn't move a muscle and his tiny bubble

fell over the edge of the conveyor into a box with a thousand other tiny men.

Richard was awoken from his sleep

by the opening of the box. He looked up seeing a blue a vest with a Walmart name

tag attached to it, in fact he saw two blue vests with name tags kneeling over

the box. One of the name tags read Matt and the other Danielle.

           They looked like high school age stock people.

Richard could only watch as they grabbed 10 to 20 of the plastic bubbles with

ease and lifted them out of the box dropping them into the vending machines.

Richard tried to scream upto them but it was to late, the boys hand slammed

around him squishing other plastic bubbles jars into his jar. As the bubble

lifted up Richard was now just along for the ride as the plastic bubbles dropped

into the vending machine.

           Richards jar landed against the case window. He

was towards the middle with hundreds of plastic jars above him and below him. He

watched legs stream by him time and time again for the better part of an hour

before a young face peered in at him. It was a girl about 24 or 25.

           “Do you want one of these toys Mikey?”

           The boy happily applauded and begged what could

have been an older sister, or maybe a babysitter asking him for one. She dropped

a quarter into the machine and began to turn the handle. Everything around him

began to shake and jumble around. He felt like a popcorn kernel about to pop.

Everything was then flung back into solitude as quickly as it started. Richard

eyed the tiny man in the plastic jar banging his fist against the wall trying to

get out.

           “If you're good you can have it when we get

home”

           Richard and the boy eyed the plastic jar as it

dropped into the girls purse. The duo then walked away. This happened again and

again, sometimes older ladies would buy one, sometimes young, sometimes little

kids. Each person who bought one or two people brought him closer and closer to

his doom.

           A week had gone by and Richard had grown bored

by his surroundings. He looked out at the same scenery eyeing the customers as

they passed by. It wasn't until a dark haired Indian girl and her blonde haired

haired walked over to the machine that Richard snapped out his trance. He was

surprised to see such young faces at this time of day as they were usually in

school.

           “Should we buy a few Jamie? It will make Mr.

Becklers class go by quicker.” said the blonde girl.

           “Alright, Megs, lets get a few” said the Indian

girl.

           Richard watched as the teenage girls dumped in

two dollars, then three dollars each. Richard had somehow escaped being bought

but his jar now hung on the edge of hatch. He then heard one of the girls say

look a quarter. His heart fell a thousand feet as he knew this was it. He heard

the handle turn and the hatch give way. Richards jar fell down the shaft rolling

like marble as it slid into the Indian girl's hand.

           Richard hardly got a chance to look at her as

she shoved him and a few others into her pocket and the rest into backpack

sealing Richard once again in darkness.

           Richard could feel her legs pump and move as he

denim would loosen then tighten around him then loosen again as the girls

walked. He learned that they must have lived in a small town because the school

wasn't far from the walmart and Richards ears were greeted with the sounds of

teens and teachers bustling about.

           As the Indian girl sat down the denim loosened

against his plastic Jar and he soon heard a boring monotone voice ring out

throughout the class room. The voice soon put Richard to sleep as he babbled on

and on about chlorophyll. It wasn't until the perfectly manicured Indian fingers

grabbed onto his jar that he was awoken. She lifted his jar onto her desk and

sit the lid end down on top. Richard looked around seeing 20 to 30 other

gargantuan teens. The sight gave him a little fear as he watched a prissy

looking girl pull off the lid to a jar and drop the tiny man onto the floor. The

drop alone crushed his legs as she slid her bare feet out of her sandals.

Richards eyes were glued on the helpless tiny man crawling along the floor using

his arms to pull him along. He watched the prissy girl left her bare foot above

the tiny, the tiny man looked up at her sole in horror like he had just watched

someone kill his mom and rape his sister right in front forcing him to watch

every moment. That look of fear was short lived as the prissy girl looked down

at him and then mashed her barefoot into him.

           The ball of her foot landed on the tiny man and

she rubbed her foot back and forth on the cold tile floor stamping out the

remains of the tiny man like he was a cigarette. As she lifted her foot up

Richard watched a limb that somehow escaped destruction hang onto the bottom of

her foot as she lifted her foot up. The limb finally lost its hold on her foot

and dropped onto the sandal as she slid her foot back into the sandal but the

arm was on the back of the sandal so it once again escaped destruction but its

time was up and Richard knew it. Her heel slowly began to ease down on the limb.

Her heel was just about to make contact with the limb when Richards Bubble jar

was lifted up into the air.

           The Indian girl peered in at him. She had her

hair braided with what must have been beads of her tribe. She easily pulled the

lid off the plastic Jar bent lowed her the jar onto the floor carefully sliding

Richard out. Richard a bit surprised by the gentleness of his release. He looked

up at the gigantic Indian girl who smiled down at him. He was being release how

nice he thought. Richard took a few steps away from the girl when her leg swung

around shoved him underneath her desk.  Richard rolled over seeing her moccasins

right infront of him. In a panic Richard began to run but the Indian girl lifted

her foot up and shoved him back over to the ground. Richard then started to push

himself back up when her moccasin pushed down on his legs. Richard felt his legs

give way under the strength and weight of this girl, as he pounded on the

moccasin with his fists. As she lifted her foot up she held it over him showing

him the bottom of her moccasin. It was covered in blood spots, dirt particles

mashed into it. Richard could only do what he had saw the man do a few moments

ago, with his arms pull his body along the tile floor hoping to get away but the

bell rang at that moment. The Indian girl looked down at the tiny man. She

lifted her foot up.

           “Can't let 25 cents go to waste” she said as she

looked down at him, with her full strength she mashed her foot into Richard

body. He chest exploded against the bottom of her moccasin, his guts squishing

into the moccasin sticking to it like glue. Her full weight bored down on

Richard for but a moment as she grabbed her books but that was all it took.

Richards entire body was mashed into her Moccasins as she walked out of class

further beating Richards dead body to a pulp.

 

The End.

 

          

 

 

   

Giantess Stories: The Toy Machine

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