She was the towering goddess who owned our town without ever saying a word. Five of us tinies were walking together when her sultry gaze caught us. We froze. Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. Then—without asking—she scooped us up. Her touch was warm and soft, but there was no mistaking the dominance in her grip. She pressed us against the curves of her chest, letting us tumble and squirm across her enormous, bouncing breasts. The scent of her skin—sweet, musky, overpowering wrapped around us like a captivating fog. She laughed, slow and wicked, as she jiggled her chest just to watch us bounce. Then she started slipping us into her cleavage—one by one. It was tight. Hot. Her body swallowed us between her breasts, the pressure driving us against her silky skin. Her voice was like a velvet caress. “Don’t squirm too much… unless you want to get lost down there.” But then everything changed. She tensed. Her smirk faded. One of us had bitten her. Suddenly we were yanked out, dripping with heat and fear. She laid us out on her plush thigh like little playthings. Her expression had shifted—still gorgeous, but darker. Hungrier. She brought the first one up to her lips and purred, “Do you know who bit me?” He stammered, “I don’t know.” Wrong answer. Without hesitation, she shoved him between her breasts and squeezed him deep into the sweaty warmth of her cleavage. The next two got the same—crushed in her soft prison of punishment. By the fourth, she was clearly losing patience. She held a tiny girl up to her mouth, slowly parting her lips to reveal the wet darkness inside. “Wanna go in there?” she whispered. “That little body of yours would slide down so easy.” the tiny girl said nothing. So the giantess swallowed the tiny girl. GULP. Then she turned to me. I was shaking. Her gaze burned straight through me. I confessed. She stared in silence, then gave a slow, satisfied smile. “Good boy,” she whispered.  She gently pulled the others from her chest, placing them back on her boobs like honored pets. “I’m sorry,” she cooed to them, voice dripping with mock-sweetness. “You didn’t deserve that—but it had to be done.” And me? She didn’t let me go. Instead, she slowly pressed me into her belly button—deep. Her fingertip lingered, pushing me farther than I thought I could go. I gasped. The scent of her skin. The warmth. The pressure. I was trapped. Caged. Owned. Then… silence. She didn’t say another word. She just let me stew there. Tight. Buried. Forgotten. Or maybe not forgotten at all. giantess - Trapped, Teased, and Punished by the Giantess POV, female domination, shrinking fetish, belly button