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Gigante esmagando latas sob a árvore de Natal
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Pub.: 06.11.2026 • Ocultar
I stand in the middle of the room and look down—at the tiny you, scurrying at the base of the Christmas tree. You are so pathetic, so insignificant next to me. My hips tower above your houses, my shadow covers your entire pitiful little world. I am your goddess, your mistress, and today you are all my toys. I slowly squat down, exposing my thighs from which you can never hide. My bare feet—huge, warm, perfect—come down right onto your crowd. I feel you squealing and running between my toes, trying to escape. It’s hilarious. I wiggle my big toe just a little—and several of you already stick to my skin, writhing under my weight. It feels so good to sense you popping beneath my sole, slowly, with a crunch. I pick one of you up with two fingers. I smile and squeeze a little harder. You’re mine. Completely. I could crush you whenever I want, and you know I’m about to do it right now. I lower my hand and simply place my palm on a pile of you. I press slowly, savoring how you try to crawl away
