Alyssa_Deathwish

Alyssa has a condition. The details aren’t important, only that it’s aggressive, incurable, and guaranteed to make her last days excruciating. Nasty bit of business, facing one’s own mortality at such a young age. Poor Alyssa has thought long and hard about her situation, weighing her few bleak options, and has finally reached a decision: She’s not going to give this disease the satisfaction of killing her. No, she’s going to take fate into her own hands. You can’t even call it suicide, really, not when she’s already a goner. Instead of wasting away on a hospital bed, she’s going to go out in the way she’s always fantasized about. Her one recurring dream for as long as she can remember:

Giants.

Size and power has always been her obsession. The thought of being so weak and helpless in the hands of a colossal living creature, to be subject to their every whim, be it as a toy or a snack… Let’s just say that ordinary sex never held much appeal to her. Her fetishes were much too outrageous to be satisfied by any boring, normal-sized person. But being at the feet of a true giantess, even (or perhaps especially) if it ended in a messy death, would finally satisfy her longing. Thus, in her final days, Alyssa’s fashioned herself into a macro-hunter, ready to fling herself at the first one she sees and let them have their way with her.

Only problem is that macros are damn hard to find… Maybe they don’t even exist in the first place. Luckily, if that doesn’t work out, Alyssa has a plan B. It just so happens that shrinking technology finally exists, in handy pill-form. One tablet, and you can kiss the majority of your mass goodbye! Currently, it’s just used on prisoners with life sentences, to cut down on prison overcrowding. The science is still in a highly experimental phase, heavily controlled and not available to the general public, but you’d be surprised what you can get your hands on when money is no object…

With a lovely shrinkie pill in her possession, all she needs is a partner to make her final wish complete, someone to play the part of the big, nasty giant. She’s thought about asking one of her friends, but can’t be too sure how any of them would react. Afraid they might all wuss out when the moment of truth came, she’s even considered putting herself at the mercy of someone who truly hates her. That might even be more enjoyable, really… Maybe letting that fat bitch she would always make fun of in gym class finally get some payback... Hell, she’s even put out ads online to any random stranger looking for a teensy girl to crush or devour. She’ll take anyone at this point! With days ticking away, she might even resort to sneakier methods, hiding in shoes or sandwiches and making some unwitting person into the provider of her relief.

Whatever gets the job done…

Roleplay stuff:

Alyssa has a giantess fetish, not a snuff fetish. While death is her ultimate goal, there’s no need to rush things. She’ll gladly be a giantess’s slave or plaything for a while, especially if she has to “earn” the honor of meeting her end.

Humiliation is a huge plus, the kinkier the better. It’s not enough just to be crushed or eaten; she really wants to feel just how tiny and pathetic she is. Foot worship is adored, as is any kind of smell play: sweat, body odor, farting, waste… no limit to potential grossness and torture.

Plans going awry could potentially make for a fun scene, too. Maybe the giantess she finds is completely put off by how eager she is and has to be coerced or tricked. Maybe she survives the entire digestive process, only to be shit out confused and frustrated. Or maybe the person she finds to be her giantess is way more extreme than she could’ve imagined, and it’s suddenly not so fun for her anymore…


No Pokemon, no ponies.