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GTS Agent Ch 22: worthless apologies, Into the Nothingness!
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 17:46:48 +0000 UTCAgent 100, towering over the once-great city of Vallorin, stood at an overwhelming height. Her latex suit, designed to withstand the highest pressures and temperatures, clung to her colossal form like a second skin. The city, now reduced to rubble, was a testament to her devastating power. Buildings lay in ruins, their twisted metal and shattered glass reflecting the chaos she had wrought.
Her cheeks, flushed red with a mix of embarrassment and exertion, betrayed her otherwise stoic demeanor. She looked down at the carnage, her massive breasts heaving beneath the latex, the fabric creaking and groaning under the strain. With a swift, deliberate motion, she tore the suit open, exposing herself to the cool night air. Her breasts, each larger as a mountain, hung free, their weight causing the latex around her waist to slip down, revealing her curvy hips and the hint of her lower abdomen.
She bent down, her face inching closer to the rubble below. Her breath, hot and heavy, blew over the city, causing small fires to ignite amongst the debris. She could just barely see the remnants of people's lives scattered across the ground, their lives, all reduced to dust and ash. She knew she should feel remorse, should apologize for the destruction she had caused. But what good would it do? She was the monster, the giantess sent by the confederation to raze this city to the ground. No apology could undo the damage, could bring back the lives lost.
Her massive hands, each one as big as massive pillars, dig deep into the ground with ease, picking up a piece of the city that was barely intact, bring it up to her face, where she observed the buildings that wheee still barely standing, and couldn't help but wonder how many more people where still alive in those flimsy structures, how many people where hiding in vain.
She stood there for a moment, her body still and silent, a giant statue among the ruins. Then, she sighed again, this time louder, and did what she had been ordered to do, what she must do. She was gentle as she placed the city in between her breasts, leaving as much of it intact against her tit flesh.
She looked down at the city for only a moment, allowing those still alive a little more time, before she started to loosen her grip and her breasts where to fall back into place crushing the little structures against its unyielding mass.
She could feel it crunching, she could feel it snapping apart against her body. She ignored it, that was all that she could do.
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I stood in the shadow of Vallorin, my city of glass and steel, its spires piercing the violet-tinted sky like jagged teeth. The towers shimmered in the light of Krythara's twin suns, but the air itself felt heavier, as if the weight of some ancient force pressed down upon us all. And then I saw her.
The Titan.
She loomed over the city, a colossus of pale, flawless skin that stretched so high her head disappeared into the misted clouds. Her sheer size defied understanding. My people, the Vallorins, had legends of gods and monsters, but nothing had prepared us for this. Her body was not merely immense—it was beyond comprehension.
Her form was almost beautiful, carved like alabaster, impossibly smooth and perfect. Her towering figure seemed to hum with a presence that made the very air around her feel alive. Yet for all her grace and majesty, her height—her absolute massiveness— her exposed naked bosom, was horrifying. I craned my neck to see her face, but it was obscured by the roiling clouds. The city trembled beneath her, the ground shuddering like it feared her next move.
And then she bent down.
The movement was slow, deliberate, yet the earth groaned in protest beneath her shift. Buildings shook, and glass shattered as her face began to descend from the clouds, pushing through the mist. What I saw then... It was almost too much.
Her eyes, black and endless, like twin voids, held such sorrow that I could feel it in my chest. Her lips, soft and downturned, quivered with an unspoken grief. What could one so untouchable, so powerful, have to mourn? If I stood in her place, I would feel nothing but pride. Sadness was a luxury for the weak, and the Titan was anything but.
And yet, her sadness hung in the air like a palpable thing.
Then her hand moved.
A pale, colossal hand, descending from above, casting a shadow so vast it swallowed the entire eastern quarter of the city. Her fingers, miles long, reached out with a tenderness that belied their strength. Panic erupted around me as people fled in every direction, screaming, scrambling over one another like insects. I stood rooted, defiant—or maybe just frozen.
The hand came down.
The ground shook violently, throwing me onto my back. I stared upward as her fingers pressed deep into the earth, cracking the foundations of our great city. The air was knocked from my lungs as an immense pressure built around me. Then the ground began to rise.
I was being lifted.
Our entire city—our lives, our homes—lifted into the sky in the palm of her hand. I clung desperately to the fractured edge of a spire, gripping it with all my strength as we were carried upward. The wind tore at my skin, pulling screams from those around me as they were flung into the abyss below.
Through the clouds, I saw her face again.
Closer now, but still distant, still untouchable. Her features blurred by the mist, yet unmistakably divine. She was beautiful in a way that felt cruel, like a painting so perfect it made your soul ache to look at it.
"What a wonder," I whispered, my voice trembling.
The ascent stopped as abruptly as it had begun.
I steadied myself, clinging to a jagged piece of debris as the city settled in her palm. Around me were hills of white—her skin, impossibly smooth and stretching endlessly in every direction. The realization struck me like a blow: we were on her body, cradled in the Titan's breasts like a dust and small rocks.
Then, the hills began to move.
Her fingers curled inward, slowly, inevitably. The city beneath me groaned in protest, metal twisting and stone crumbling as her grip tightened. The ground splintered, great cracks snaking across the streets and buildings as they were crushed beneath her casual might.
I didn't scream.
There was no point. No escape. I stood still, defiant, as the world crumbled around me. Her face loomed above, watching us with that same sorrow, that same unbearable sadness. Her eyes lingered on me for a moment, and I could feel the weight of her gaze.
"What a wonder..." I whispered again, the words hollow now.
I saw the rubble coming for me, a massive shard of the city I had called home. It descended faster than I could react, and in that moment, I felt only a strange peace.
And then, nothing.
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Damn this dark tragedy of it all……THIS IS PEAK FICTION
