I was inspired to write this story after seeing this great giantess picture on Deviant Art, I love the captions I think they create a wonderful sense of anticipation. Enjoy the story.

 


In the heart of a sleepy village, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, resided a rather unpleasant character named Gord. Gord, a man of questionable character and questionable temperance, spent most of his days indulging in the local ale and boasting of his supposed prowess. His reputation as a village drunk and a braggart was well-earned, and his antics were a constant source of amusement and exasperation for his fellow villagers.

One fine evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, Gord found himself in a state of advanced intoxication. His steps were unsteady, his speech was slurred, and his judgment as impaired as his sense of balance. As he staggered along the main thoroughfare, he failed to notice the towering figure approaching from the opposite direction.

This figure was none other than Gretta, a towering giantess who had recently arrived in the village. Gretta was a gentle soul, with a kind heart and a gentle demeanor. However, she was also a woman of imposing stature, standing at an impressive height of ten feet. Her skin was a deep, rich brown, and her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly intelligence. Her hair was a cascade of thick, dark curls that flowed down her back like a waterfall. Her arms were muscular and powerful, and her hands were large enough to cradle Gord's head like a melon.

As Gretta drew closer to Gord, she noticed him sprawled out on the cobblestones, oblivious to her presence. She blinked in surprise, her eyes widening at the sight of the inebriated villager. Her lips curled into a faint smile as she contemplated the situation before her.

"Move," Gretta boomed, her voice echoing through the quiet street. Her voice was deep and commanding, and it startled Gord awake. He blinked blearily up at the giantess, his vision swimming from the effects of the ale.

"What?" he grunted, his words thick with alcohol.

"Move," Gretta repeated, her tone more firm. "I need to pass."

Gord, still disoriented from his intoxication, found himself strangely intrigued by the towering figure before him. He had never seen anyone as tall as Gretta, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of bravado.

"Now step on me you fat cow," he slurred, his words barely coherent.

Gretta's eyes widened in surprise. She had never encountered such audacity from a drunkard, let alone someone as small as Gord.

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Of course," Gord slurred, his confidence growing with his intoxication. "I'm the toughest man in the village. I can handle anything."

Gretta sighed in exasperation. She had no desire to harm the drunken oaf, but she couldn't leave him blocking her path.

"Very well," she said, her voice resigned. "But if you die, I'm not going to feel sorry for you."

With a heavy step, Gretta raised her foot and placed it squarely on Gord's chest. The impact sent a shockwave through the cobblestones, and Gord let out a startled yelp. His body flattened beneath Gretta's weight, but to his surprise, she lifted her foot after only a moment.

"Alright, that's enough," Gretta said, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I warned you."

Gord, emboldened by his apparent survival, let out a triumphant laugh. "See, I'm the toughest man in the village!" he exclaimed.

Gretta's eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened. "You think this is a game?" she asked, her voice dangerously low. "I could have crushed you like an insect, and I would have if I had wanted to. But I showed you mercy, and you spat in my face."

With that, Gretta raised her foot once more and placed it on Gord's chest, this time pressing down with all her weight. Gord let out a scream of pain as his bones shattered and his organs ruptured. His blood gushed out of his wounds, and his body was reduced to a pulp beneath Gretta's massive foot.

Gretta lifted her foot, and Gord's remains were scattered across the cobblestones. A hush fell over the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. They had seen the power of a giantess, and they had seen the price of underestimating her.

There is some amazing art on DA.

As for that image - it's awesome and I love the size ratios. Clearly, it inspired your imagination when you wrote the story - clear, concise and well written.

Thanks for posting it.