This choice: "Did you just insult my new favorite show?" (Chloe's really, really mad!) • Go Back...Chapter #7Chloe's Temper by: bobob1   You had forgotten how frightening that dead expression from Chloe was. You’d seen it only a few times in your life, and it always spelled out a horrible future for you. You debated running for it, and hoping maybe you could crawl somewhere to safety until your giantess cousin calmed down. Or maybe you should just ride out the storm, and hope that she wouldn’t do something awful to you.
Your decision was made for you as Chloe practically snarled, snapping out at you with ungodly speed and crushing you up in her hand. She nearly bared her teeth at you as her dead expression morphed into one of pure hatred. Whatever you had done, she was really, really pissed off.
“Did you just insult my new favorite show?” Chloe demanded, despite the fact her tight fist had reduced you to a tiny lump in her palm. “Did you just insult ME, for liking it? I’m fucking sorry, Sammy! I didn’t know I was such a horrible person to like something like that.”
Your mind reeled at Chloe’s wild accusations, and you desperately wished she would just give you a second to explain yourself. Never would you have guessed what was supposed to a light-hearted joke would provoke such a strong, vitriolic reaction.
“FUCK YOU!” Chloe screamed, slamming you onto the floor in one swift motion, your body flattening out like a squishy human pancake. You could only look up in horror (and try to avoid gazing right up her tight miniskirt) as Chloe pounded the ever-loving life out of you, cruelly and without mercy.
Your titanic cousin stomped on you repeatedly, her gigantic feet slamming down over and over without pause, each time flattening you further and crudely smearing your face painfully. It was only after three straight minutes that Chloe halted, taking a deep breath, her face bright red. Your entire body was practically glowing red from her foot barrage on your body, and you prayed the worst was over.
Just then, footsteps grew closer from outside the door. Chloe promptly sat down on the edge of the bed, placing her feet over your body. She scraped you up with her left foot, while kneading you into a ball shape with her right foot. You mentally groaned as your cousin’s slightly sweaty and certainly smelly feet toyed with you, her toes bouncing along your body almost rhythmically.
The door swung open, and Mia sauntered inside. “Is…everything alright in her Chloe? I heard you stomping and swearing.”
Chloe fidgeted a bit, trying to cover up her violent, misguided tantrum. “I was j-just…squashing some annoying bug. I got fed up with it.”
“Ah. Bugs are gross little pests, aren’t they?” Mia giggled, the words of the two giantesses stinging you a bit. You knew they loved you dearly (or at least Mia did, at the moment), but hearing your family members talk about “disgusting bugs” or “useless insects” made you feel pretty terrible, especially considering your relation to said bugs and insects, at least in the size and strength department.
Mia turned to leave, but spotted the red orb her daughter was rather roughly rolling under the heel of her right foot. “Is that a stress toy?” She asked, gesturing to the floor.
Chloe fought down a blush, wishing her mom hadn’t noticed. She was still fuming from your earlier remarks, but had wanted to torment you alone. “Uh…yeah.” She replied, expertly kicking you up into the air. She deftly caught you, and took a brief moment to inspect your body, pleased that your crumpled-up form showed no signs of human features.
She handed you off to your aunt, who smiled wide at feeling how squishy and malleable you were. Fighting down a childish giggle, she tossed you between her hands, taking time to squeeze you between her fingers, the action quite painful to your poor body which was forced to endure it all. Your oblivious aunt only laughed, thinking you nothing more than a little toy for her amusement.
Tossing you up one last time, Mia hoisted her chest outwards as you fell back down, forcing your ball-shaped body to impact upon her gargantuan, jiggly breasts. For one brief moment you felt her hot, smooth flesh surround you, and then you ricocheted backwards, landing in Chloe’s lap. Both of your giantess family members shared a laugh, and Mia once again turned to leave.
Chloe glanced down at you, her mind struggling to decide whether or not she was still angry. She hated you for what you had said about her new favorite show, but perhaps she was willing to listen now that she had been given some time to cool off. Then again, (to her) your words had been hurtful and cruel, not taking her opinion or personal feelings into consideration at all. She detested you for it, and wasn’t sure you had quite suffered enough. Somewhere, deep deep down inside of her, Chloe had at least one sadistic gene in her DNA.
Looking back up to her departing mother, Chloe frowned. What happens next?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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