Bigger Than Life

Prologue

Deep in the heart of the Glacier Forrest, known for its brutal summer and bitter winters, rested the kingdom of Bisondul. The fortified castle of the royal family was built into the side of the Blistagale Mountains, and the structure looked down over a village booming with life. The average men and women of Bisondul were not wealthy, but their needs were met and their king was considered fairer than most, and the land was dangerous but bountiful to the natives who knew how to work it. Produce in the summers and fine furs in the winters. Minerals, gold, and gems from mining the mountains and plenty of wood all year long thanks to the surrounding forest. Fishing and herding and all the other available options meant that the kingdom was self-sustaining, for the most part.

Despite this fact, outsiders were warned away from the area. Bisondul had no dragon infestation, as their southern trade partners had to contend with, nor was the population plagued by the onslaught of wicked sorcerers. No, the local threat was something much more frightening. Bisondul had a giantess.

The beast of a woman stood well above even some of the taller trees in the woods, nearly thirty meters in height, though that was only the estimate of one of the king’s scholars. Despite being quite lovely, what would have been a fair maiden of blue eyes and blond hair and pale skin, this monster was filthy, obscene in her nudity, and—perhaps worst of all—sentient enough to be rude, obnoxious, and quite demanding. She lived in the forest but frequently made trips to the kingdom for what could only be guessed at being fun for her.

She demanded near daily offerings of fresh foods, and if she didn’t get what she wanted she would terrorize the outer villages. She’d kick in barns and abduct livestock, throw over market carts, and one of her favorite punishments was to frighten the villagers by picking up their children and licking them. Pretending she was going to eat their young usually got her exactly what she wanted. However, these were a few of her less harmful habits. She also demanded that the strongest and most capable men follow her into the forest where she proceeded to make them craft her enormous shelters to sleep under, all while teasing the men in various, humiliating ways.

One survivor told of how she would just laugh at him, a sound which vibrated the very ground he walked upon. Nothing more, but it was horrible. She’d laugh and laugh, as though his struggles were the most amusing thing in the world.

Another gave a tale of a different sort of horror. When he had refused to away on her would-be wooden throne, she had scooped him up and rolled him around in her mouth for nearly half an hour until he agreed to do as she wished. Another man still said something similar happened to him, only she had made him strip down to nothing or else she would crush him between her toes. Then she lapped at his body, his genitals specifically, until he began to enjoy it. Ashamed, he admitted she then stuffed him up between the soaked lips of her massive cunt and rolled him around her clitoris until she was shaking and spraying. He had nearly suffocated many times, but she didn’t care. She only laughed and tossed him into the pond when she was done with him.

“She was disgusting in both manner and in odor,” he had said. “I vomited after she had released me and I found my footing on land again.”

Many had similar dark tales of their own to share. So many that it became clear to the king that something had to be done. Even the princess wept nightly, certain that the giantess would someday come and steal her away to do unspeakable things before devouring her whole.

“My armies may be able to stop her, but at what cost of human life? How many would have to be sacrificed to put this beast down?” In the end, the king always returned to the notion that all out war with the giantess was too costly. However, he and his people had finally had enough!

A royal decree was sent out to any and all, native to any land and loyal to anyone, that the giantess must be stopped. Magic users and trained monster slayers were encouraged to come forth with any plan that might bring an end to Bisondul’s misery.

Many came and few impressed the king with their offers of strength and cunning. Some, the king simply turned away. Others, he allowed to try and offered to compensate them handsomely if they succeeded. Sadly, there was no one man or woman who could rid the kingdom of the Giantess. Instead, the efforts only seemed to rile the enormous woman more.