Erin's Living Nightmare - Ch 1

Here we go, the first part of an all-new tale, and I like to think it hits the ground running. A few different things in this one, with more mini-giantess and such...

I wish…

Janet Cody was nine feet tall and the sight made Erin Dobson want to cry.

The giantess was laughing as she stooped in the office, the centre of attention as always, though now because no one could physically avoid looking at her. Her horribly perfect body bulged, the strain on her too-tight clothes more apparent than ever: her black skirt squeaked against thick thighs and her white shirt looked stretched to breaking point over those offensively voluminous breasts. The top couple of buttons were undone, as always, showing off even more cleavage than ever as she was forced to bend slightly to fit under the ceiling. While Erin wished she’d cover it up, she also had a feeling that the shirt wouldn’t withstand the strain of being fully buttoned.

The worst thing about it all, though, worse than Janet’s undeniable beauty and great gleaming, superior smile, and that lush head of kinked auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, was that everyone was behaving like nothing was out of the ordinary. She was standing at the centre of the office, an elbow perched on Russel’s cubicle wall (looking like she might break it), telling some inane tale about someone bringing a dog to a Pilates class, and her regular office sycophants were laughing away. They were especially enthusiastic, with more people able to see and hear her, and no one showed any sign of fear or concern about the fact that Janet was nine bloody feet tall, practically taking up the space of two people. She might’ve even been taller than that; it was hard to tell, considering she couldn’t stand up straight in this grey work den.

Erin, herself lurking far from the crowd, at the edge of the office, as was her usual place, supposed it made a certain kind of sense. Most of the office loved Janet, and where Erin saw a bigger, more obnoxious version of her most hated coworker, they probably just saw the same “charming”, distractingly stunning bombshell. To them, she had probably already seemed nine feet tall in their fawning minds. Erin sighed, folding her arms, wishing it was the end of the day and not just the beginning.

The door opened and Yvette Crossward entered, startling Erin from staring. The manager paused, frowning across the bullpen of cubicles at the giantess and her audience. Her expression gave Erin a pang of hope. Yvette was a stern and demanding boss who Erin was mostly happy to avoid entirely, but if her anger could be directed at Janet, then the more the better. The manager took a few steps into the room, eyebrow arching as no one looked her way. It was almost nine and everyone should’ve been at their desks working; surely she was about to tell them all off. The way Yvette stopped again to stare, the manager was clearly jealous of this huge woman. A bit older than most in the office, Yvette was never shy about flaunting her own body, and often turned up in clothes almost matching Janet’s, a day or two later. She was short, stocky and had a stern face, but it was well-framed by her fiery red hair and her own cleavage was often pushed high enough in support bras to rival Janet’s. Not today, though.

Yvette cleared her throat loudly to cut off Janet’s chatter and the crowd’s eyes turned her way. Janet’s smile fell slightly as Erin fought to keep hers down. The manager called out, “Janet. A word.”

“Yes, Ms Crossward?” Janet replied, only sounding sweet when she was talking to a superior or sucking up to clients.

“Your hair. It’s very . . . impressive today. What product are you using?”

Janet’s smile returned and the others relaxed, turning away to start work, tension evaporating. As she answered, Erin deflated, the damn manager only impressed and curious again. Once the women had exchanged a few informal details, Yvette turned happily away, plainly optimistic about mimicking Janet’s look again. Her eye caught Erin’s, though, and her frown returned. Erin straightened up suddenly as Yvette said, “It’s practically nine already, Dobson, why aren’t you at your desk?”

Erin’s mouth fell open with no words ready to come out. Almost no one was at their desks, least of all the massive Janet looming like a statue at the centre of the room.

“Come on, look lively!” Yvette instructed loudly, drawing more than a few amused looks Erin’s way. She marched off to her own office and Erin found herself dashing away with quiet apologies, averting her gaze from everyone watching. She hurried into her cubicle and nestled down low in her chair, wishing the walls were high enough to actually hide her from everyone else. Yvette certainly made her feel small enough that she could disappear, yet she also felt the burning embarrassment of half the people on the floor watching her.

A shadow fell over her desk and Erin cringed as she looked up at Janet, leaning over one wall. She filled Erin’s vision, a double-sized hand gripping one side of the cubicle, and it required tremendous willpower to avoid staring at the twin globes of her breasts.

“Aw, Erin, don’t pout, you’ll give yourself wrinkles,” Janet said, in a mock-sympathetic voice. “But you really do have lots to be getting on with, don’t you?”

Erin glared up at her, silently furious. Everyone had work to be getting on with, but of course this obscenely big woman had to twist the knife on her. She held in the urge to tell her to get lost.

Janet’s other hand came up and Erin gasped as the giantess reached for her face. She was too shocked to move, the fingers almost big enough to wrap around her entire head. Janet teased her hair with a pitying look and said, “You know, I could lend you some of my product too, if you like? It might liven things up a bit for you. I really don’t know how you keep your hair so flat. You can’t tell me it’s natural.”

Huge as Janet was, her words made Erin feel even smaller. She willed her to just go away. But who was she kidding, she wasn’t holding in any words – she didn’t dare answer back.

Janet was motionless for an interminable time, just staring at her, cradling her head in one hand, smiling in that cruel way of hers. She was well aware that her presence alone was all it took to get Erin’s skin crawling; her touch even worse. At last, she showed her teeth and blew Erin a kiss that made her flinch, then laughed and sashayed away, showing off her great hips and legs with a grace that her crouched posture shouldn’t have allowed. Erin let out a big breath and slumped over her keyboard, trying to push the rest of the office away so she could just focus on work.

It wasn’t easy. Quality-checking spreadsheets for Pagen Paper Ltd wasn’t the most engrossing work at the best of times, and far too often Erin’s focus was interrupted by the sound of Janet’s voice, or laughter, or just her giant footsteps moving through the office.

At last, though, Erin was interrupted by a welcome voice, as a man appeared at her desk. “Erin! Darling. Coffee?”

Erin beamed at the sight of Boran, one of only a handful of colleagues she could stand, and who didn’t pick on her. He was dressed in slim trousers and a yellow checked shirt, hip cocked to one side and a slanted smile on his face.

“If you work much harder, steam’s gonna come out your ears,” Boran warned her, in his light Slavic accent. “Now come on, time to tell me where we’ve got to with Xavier over a hot drink.”

Erin nodded, hurriedly standing and smiling at him, though she flustered, turning back to make sure her documents were saved, gathering up her cardigan. She wanted to ask where Boran had been all morning – where was he when Yvette made an example of her or when it became apparent how huge Janet was? She didn’t want to dwell on the uglier parts of the morning, though, so contented herself with following Boran through to the break room. She didn’t want to look, but sensed Janet wasn’t around now, and was thankful that they could exit the main bullpen into the corridor without anyone noticing she was going.

“So how are you?” Boran asked brightly. “Did you ask him out yet?”

Erin blushed at the recurring question that he brought to her seemingly every day. A running joke really, that she found Xavier on the floor below attractive but could barely bring herself to talk to him, let alone ask him out. Boran insisted that one of these days he’d do it for her. Or for himself. But it was just a bit of texture to their day, a childish fancy to keep them amused; obviously neither of them was anywhere near Xavier’s league. As she was preparing an answer in her head, something funny but not too self-effacing (Boran wouldn’t let her put herself down), they entered the break room and found Janet. It wasn’t a big room, and she barely fit between the small table and kitchen counter, bent almost double as she rummaged in a fridge half her height. Her arse was unavoidable, perfectly curved in that taut skirt, right at eye level, swaying as Janet picked through the shelves.

“Oh my,” Boran said, almost under his breath. “You don’t often see a moon indoors.”

Erin smirked at his joke, pleased at last to have an ally against this monstrosity of a woman, but her smile evaporated as Janet twisted back towards them.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing, dear.” Boran waved a flippant hand. “We were just admiring the view.”

“I bet you were,” Janet said, turning elegantly around. Her bum slid along the counter, rattling cups but somehow not knocking them over, and she bent towards them like an adult might address children. “Did you finish that report for me yet, Erin?”

Erin seized up. They were supposed to be equals, doing their own work, and it always irked her how Janet delegated tasks to her, but still she felt somehow guilty that she might not have done whatever latest thing had been asked. A distraction came from seeing what Janet had taken from the fridge though, as the giant woman lifted a foot-long baguette, stuffed with salad and grilled cheese. It looked more like a breadstick in her hand, and Janet idly took a bite that severed half the sandwich. Erin’s face fell as she watched Janet’s huge mouth chewing her lunch. The giantess’s eyes watched Erin knowingly, enjoying her discomfort.

“Hey,” Boran said, warily, and she saw from his unhappy expression he understood what had happened. “You’d better be prepared to replace that.”

“This?” Janet replied innocently, tilting the sandwich to one side. She considered it for a moment, then shrugged and popped the rest in her mouth.

“Why you little –” Boran snapped. “Girl, you did not just do that. Erin’s had enough of your shit, Janet. You think I won’t take this to HR? I will.”

“Behave,” Janet chuckled, gulping down the last of the sandwich with one big swallow. “Erin doesn’t mind. We always share food, don’t we? And as you can see, I do need to eat more.”

“Bullshit,” Boran hissed. “She might be too kind to say anything, but I’m not.” Erin’s heart warmed at her friend standing up for her. He was the only person in the office who would, and it made life here almost bearable when she had him nearby. Boran raised an accusing finger. “You giant bitch, you know what I’m going to do –”

His words cut off as Janet’s hand closed around his throat and the giantess lifted him. Erin almost shrieked at how quickly she’d moved, how easily she held him. Boran gasped for air, hands clawing at the giant fingers holding him, and his feet kicked off the floor. She crouched, carrying him closer to her face, and clamped her other hand onto his shoulder to secure him, saying, “I said I need to eat more. And I said that Erin doesn’t mind sharing. Do you?” The giantess’s eye went to Erin and chilled her. Boran tried to twist about but couldn’t even move his head to face her.

Erin watched in horror, hoping the giantess was teasing. It was usually best not to provoke her, to merely wait for her to lose interest. But Janet watched Erin, knowing she was too scared to move, and delighting in finally silencing the one person who’d stand up to her. Her smile spread wider. And wider. Erin discovered new terror at the unnatural sight of Janet’s mouth appearing to stretch, her lips reaching up her cheeks.

“There’s a good girl,” Janet said. “You’re so generous, Erin. I’ll get so much more done with a bit of extra protein in me.”

The giantess opened her mouth, and once it’d stretched to its full great size it kept opening, jaw unhinging so her lips spread larger than Boran’s head. Erin’s friend renewed his struggling with gargling, panicked sounds, a leg kicking over a chair, and Erin twisted about, looking towards the office. She needed to get help. A sick slurp drew her back to see Janet shoving Boran face-first into her mouth, and she knew it was already too late. Janet’s cheeks bulged with his head, and she released his neck to shift both hands onto his arms, gripping him like another, especially big, baguette. He tried to shout, but his face was smothered as she tilted back, sucking him in. The giantess’s neck stretched horribly and her body swelled, like a snake swallowing prey that shouldn’t have fit, as Boran’s shoulders squeezed into her mouth and she worked the rest of him inside. Erin almost vomited as the impression of Boran’s head pressed out from Janet’s throat, then descended, her belly swelling. His legs kicked wildly now, released for a movement to dance about in a last moment of defiance before Janet swallowed hard and dragged them in too. One of Boran’s shoes fell off and rolled away, stopping before Erin as Janet gave a big satisfied sigh and sat down.

Erin’s mouth moved wordlessly as she stared from the shoe up to her terrifying colleague. Janet’s stomach was distended like an enormous, wriggling pregnancy with the movements of Boran struggling inside her. She patted her belly and laughed. It was unreal, impossible. The monster had swallowed Erin’s friend alive. Whole. He was still in there, trying to get out. There was still time.

At last, Erin snapped out of her trance to dart out of the room, ignoring a goading comment from Janet. She sprinted down the hall, through the bullpen, ignoring all the people looking up and making irritated comments. She thrust open Yvette’s door and charged in, pointing back the way she’d come. Before she could speak, Yvette snapped, “Have you lost your senses, Dobson? Can’t you see I’m in a meeting!”

Erin froze at the absurdity of the comment after what had just happened, but saw there were two important-looking men in suits scowling from the leather seats before Yvette’s large desk. She gaped like a fish, unable to speak but still pointing back.

“Out, for Christ’s sake!” her manager snarled.

Fortunately, Janet emerged into the office then, her terrible act plain for everyone to see. She lumbered between the cubicles with unsteady steps, swaying from the weight of her expanded belly, drawing everyone’s attention, including Yvette’s. The manager watched the giant woman curiously through the doorway, tracking her movements until Janet found her own desk and sat down, her swivel chair disappearing under her immense form. There, Janet reclined her head, savouring her meal.

“Who’s that she’s eaten?” Yvette asked, shortly. It sounded like she wasn’t at all surprised by this turn of events. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. She needs more energy, for crying out loud, Dobson – if that’s all you barged in for, we’ll have some serious words later.”

If that was all? Boran was trapped inside Janet, surely dying by the second, and Yvette was acting like it was nothing! But Erin looked with disbelief from her over to the giantess, and across the faces of the rest of the collected office, some already returning to work while others stared with annoyance at her instead of Janet. Like she was the one disrupting the peace. Finally, one of Yvette’s guests harrumphed with disapproval and Erin blurted out an inaudible apology before rushing out of the room and closing the door. Not giving Yvette a chance to further chastise her, nor meeting anyone’s eye, she hurried back to her cubicle and sat down, hiding again.

This was madness. Janet was impossibly huge, had just eaten her friend alive, and everyone was acting like it was normal. She couldn’t even bring herself to argue against it, couldn’t comprehend this entire day. Couldn’t even get a word out. It was a living nightmare. All a terrible nightmare.

And with that thought, the bottom fell out from Erin’s stomach as something came back to her. A memory, vague and foggy but real, like something that had happened directly before she came in this morning. Her own words drifted through her mind.

I wish…

As the image of a bridge and a strange woman returned to her, Erin recalled her own words, and realised something truly terrible was happening here – and it might get a lot worse before it got any better. At last, she managed to speak.

“Oh shit.”