Giantesses of the Apocalypse Part 2

11/08/2019

Giantesses of the Apocalypse

Part 2: Rosebud

By Astrogator

King was just finishing up his morning workout when Thuvia brought in the new

man. He had run five miles on the treadmill, did 150 pushups, then did an easy

fifty laps in the pool to cool off. King sat on the edge of the pool for a

moment to catch his breath, then took a towel and dried himself in front of the

mirror. As always he studied himself in the mirror appraisingly. A pleasure

male's body was his most important asset, he reflected, and for the most part he

liked what he saw. His eyes ran over the bulging biceps, the well developed

pectorals, the massive thighs, the hard, flat stomach. The gray at his temples

worried him a little. He wondered: How old am I? There was no way to figure time

in this place where he was, but he must have been here for years. He guessed his

age at no more than forty, but he could not be sure.

The ceiling suddenly creaked and swung back as Thuvia opened the lid of the

malehouse. King turned away from the mirror startled and looked up at the

beautiful giantess kneeling over him. Thuvia's sixty foot frame was draped in

the usual loose white netting which from a distance looked like diaphanous silk.

Her golden hair was tied behind her head and one shoulder was bare, yielding the

total effect of a colossal statue of a Grecian goddess come to life. At first

King assumed that it was feeding time, for she held a dish in her left hand, a

small saucer about ten feet in diameter. The giantess set the dish on the floor

of the cage and continued to look down at it.

There was no food on the dish, however, but only the slim nude figure of a

young man, curled up into the foetal position and moaning. King studied the

youth for a moment, then looked up into Thuvia's vast green eyes. He heard

Thuvia's thought speech forming words in his head. "Teach him, " she said.

"Train him."

King suspected why the young man had been brought, and he did not wish to

obey. He tried to push the negative thoughts from his head but you could not

conceal anything from Thuvia. Aloud he said, "I will teach him well." Thuvia

could not hear his voice, but rather his thoughts which were like an open book

to her.

She spoke to him again. The words came into his head as a low, feminine voice

and they were angry in tone. "You disappoint me, little one. Nevertheless, I

know you will obey." The tone of her thought speech softened and she said,

"Train him and teach him all the tricks you know, and you will make Thuvia very

happy." She reached out slowly with one hand and caressed the side of his body

with one finger. "But do not work too hard today, my strong man. Tonight, Thuvia

will need you very much." Her eyes suddenly took on a distracted look and she

hurried away, leaving the malehouse lid open.

King was shaken. Thuvia had rebuked him unfairly, just because of a fleeting

thought that was beyond his control. In spite of the brief caress, he was

certain that she had not forgiven him, that she no longer loved him. Most men

pretend to love their goddesses, but their devotions are selfish, born out of

fear and a desire to prolong their own lives. He must show her that his love was

true and pure and the only way to do that was to sacrifice his own life to give

her a daughter.

He imagined how it would be afterward. Thuvia would be surprised at first,

perhaps a little annoyed at being impregnated unexpectedly, but mainly she would

be delighted and she would be very pleased with him and would smile when she

thought of him. A daughter would grow inside of Thuvia, and one day Thuvia would

give birth to a young goddess who would grow up to look down on the world from a

great height through vast green eyes. And in her veins would flow the blood of

Winston King. Perhaps Thuvia would tell his daughter about him, and of the one

great true love she had known. She would feel sorry that she had not been kinder

to him while he was alive.

Suddenly a wave of nausea swept through King's stomach and he ran to the

toilet and retched repeatedly. "Snap out of it, " he said to himself between

heaves. "Your thinking suicide again." When he brought his stomach under control

again, King sat down on a bench and held his head down between his knees.

He recognized that nausea as the nausea of fear. You can fool your mind, he

reflected, but not your body.

After a few minutes, King rose and walked to where the young man still lay

sniveling and kicked him in the rump. "Get up, you little wimp. You've got work

to do."

The youth rolled over and stared at King with fear crazed eyes. "What's the

matter, don't you understand English?" King demanded roughly. That's all he

needed, he thought, a trainee he could not even communicate with. He took the

young man's arm and dragged him to his feet.

"Leave me alone, " said the youth, shaking his arm loose from the older man's

grip. He cringed away from King and stood hunched over, cowering and trembling.

"So you can talk!" King exclaimed happily. "We should thank the goddess for

small favors!"

The youth regarded King's powerfully built body. He noted that they were both

nude and looked around anxiously at the pool, the weights, and the exercise

treadmill. "Does...hell...look like...a YMCA?" he asked.

King's mouth dropped open in dismay. "Did you make a joke, boy?"

The young man emitted a nervous giggle. "I...I...guess I did."

"You are going to be allright, kid. Now you just listen to Winston King and

everything will be just great." King clapped him on the shoulder and said, "To

answer your question, this is not hell, but it might as well be."

"Is it coming back?" the young man asked.

"It? It is a she, boy, and she is coming back. But don't worry, she won't

hurt you. She is the giantess Thuvia, and she has more important things on her

mind than making trouble for little old you."

"I guess that's your job."

King was exasperated. "Believe it or not, I am trying to help you, boy."

"Don't call me boy."

"Then why the hell won't you tell me your name so I'll know what in hell to

call you!" King exploded.

The youth backed away a step but he said, "Oh...my name is Oliver Rose. Just

don't call me Rosebud."

"Rosebud, I like that, " said King maliciously. "Okay, Rosebud, get in the

pool and clean yourself up. The next thing we need to do is police up the area a

bit before Thuvia gets back. She likes us to keep this place clean, and we want

to keep Thuvia happy."

Rosebud went meekly to the pool without further protest. King noted the lid

was open and the outdoor breeze was chilling their quarters. He grabbed a robe

from a peg on the wall and slipped it over himself, then started by cleaning up

the dish on which Rosebud had arrived. A few minutes later, Rosebud and King set

to work with mops and pails cleaning the floor of the malehouse, in their white

robes and bare feet.

As they worked, King told Rosebud the facts of life. "The cosmos belongs to

the giantesses," he explained. "All the stars, all the planets, and all the

people."

"We are their slaves?" asked Rosebud.

"Not slaves, " King told him. "Would you have any use for a slave the size of

one of your fingers? No, we are sort of like family. The giantesses are not

supernatural beings at all. They are born, they grow old, they die, just like we

do, but there are some important differences. They are much bigger than we are,

they are longer lived, and a hell of a lot smarter."

 

"So what do they want with us?"

King stopped working for a moment and leaned on his mop. "We are males,

aren't we? And they are females. They need us to make baby giantesses."

Rosebud pulled up short and stared at King. "But, how...."

King resumed mopping. "We'll get to that later. Here's the important thing.

Everytime you make one baby giantess, you scratch one male. That's why there are

all those nice little women our size; to make sure that there will always be

enough surplus males to make baby giantesses."

"That's screwy, " protested Rosebud, following King across the floor.

"Thing's just don't work like that."

"You went to school, didn't you?" asked King, looking back over his shoulder

as he mopped. "There are more weird things in nature than you can put in a book.

Didn't you ever hear about ants, and bees, and spiders?"

"Yeah, " acknowledged Rosebud. "But those are all insects."

"Not spiders, " laughed King. "They have eight legs, and insects have six

legs. And what about Kangaroos? When a baby kangaroo is born it looks like a

little worm about an inch long. It has to climb up its mother's belly and get

into her pouch or it will die. Mother Nature is the cruelest giantess of all, my

friend. Look at baby alligators. Most of them get eaten by their parents before

they get a chance to grow up. Mother Nature only cares about getting the job

done."

Thuvia suddenly appeared, standing erect beside the malehouse, towering 60

feet into the sky and casting a shadow over them. Rosebud fled to a corner and

cringed there. There was something gleaming in the goddess's hand, which she

lowered toward Rosebud slowly. She held the object a few feet over the youth's

head and there was a brilliant flash of light. Thuvia straightened up.

"What is she doing?" the frightened Rosebud asked.

"She just took your picture, boy, " said King. "Nothing to worry about."

For a moment, Thuvia stood looking at the gleaming object in her hand, and

frowning. Then she knelt and stared down at Rosebud. Rosebud suddenly gave a cry

of pain and clapped his hands to his skull. "My head, " he screamed. "Something

is roaring inside my head."

"It's the thought speech, " King shouted. "She is trying to talk to you. It

takes awhile to get the knack of understanding it. I guess she just tried too

hard."

Apparently Thuvia was growing impatient, for she put out her hand toward

Rosebud and attempted to pick him up. Rosebud scrambled away from her reaching

hand and darted first one way and then another as she tried to catch him. "Stop

that, you idiot, " warned King. "She might accidently hurt you if you make her

chase you!"

Thuvia suddenly desisted and turned her eyes toward King. She spoke briefly

in the thought speech and King relayed the message. "She wants you to take off

your clothes."

"Why?"

"She wants a nude shot!"

Thuvia was standing once more, holding the gleaming object. The youth slipped

off his robe and stood cowering and shivering. "Straighten up and smile,

Rosebud, " said King. "This is for the family album. Someday your

giantess-daughter will want to know what you looked like."

Rosebud did his best. The camera flashed once more and Thuvia went away

satisfied. As he slipped back into his robe, he asked, "What will my daughter be

like?"

"She'll be a lot like Thuvia, " King told him. "And maybe a little like you."

"But I die when her life begins?"

"I am afraid that's the way it breaks down."

Rosebud tightened up the belt of his robe and settled himself on a bench. He

sat there in silence for several minutes. "My own daughter...a goddess, " he

suddenly said. "How long will she live?"

King answered from across the room. "Seven, eight thousand years, probably."

Oliver Rose pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them. "Imagine that,

" he said. "Imagine that."

***

Several days later, King and Rose were working out in the pool. Rose was

lying spread-eagled face down in the water with King's hands supporting him at

the waist. "The most important technique is the back thrust, " said King.

"Normally you are inserted into the vagina head first. When the contraction

starts, it will try to shove you forward, toward the glory hole. Don't let it.

As soon as you feel it, push backward into the contraction and let it grip your

body instead of pushing against you. The worst thing you can do is recoil from

it."

"What happens if it pushes me into the glory hole?" asked Rose.

"If that happens, you become a father, " King told him. "Now, practice

thrusting backward. Push your feet back, straight out behind you and push

yourself backward with your hands. Try it."

For an hour King coached Rose in the back thrust until the young man was

exhausted. Then they sat on the edge of the pool and talked. King contemplated

the youngster's slender build worriedly. "One thing we need to do is put some

beef on you, " he said. "It takes strength as well as endurance to fight the

contractions. I just hope we have enough time to build you up with the weights

before Thuvia decides to take you to bed."

"If she wants to conceive with me in her, there is not much I can do about

it, is there?" asked Rose breathing heavily. "Like you said, if she uses the

jelly on me, I'm done."

"That's right, " King replied. "I don't think she intends to get pregnant

right away, but accidents do happen and even goddesses are subject to whims.

We'll just have to hope there is time. As soon as you get your breath back we'll

do some bench presses and clean and jerk." King stood, walked to a shelf and

came back with some printed plastic sheets which he laid on the floor in front

of Rose.

"This is a diagram of a woman's body, " said King, pointing. "The giantesses

are built almost exactly the same, except they are bigger. I'm going tell you

exactly what happens if you mess up. Here you are in the vagina. You get tired,

you don't time a contraction right, you get squirted right into the glory hole."

He pointed on the diagram to the cervix. "This leads into the womb, or uterus as

it says here. The muscles in the womb are much stronger than those in the

vagina."

"Women don't have muscles in the vagina," interjected Rose.

"Yes they do," King told him. "Once you get into the womb, you can't get out.

The glory hole tightens up behind you and the womb muscles contract. You get

squeezed into the upper portion of the womb near the egg. The wall of the womb

attaches itself to you, a tube grows out from it and forces its way down your

throat to bring you food and air. You get a huge dose of hormones that sends you

into a glory state and steps up sperm production."

"What's a glory state?" asked Rose.

"Endless orgasm. The sperm is drained steadily from your body as fast as you

can make it. Your whole metabolism speeds up to provide energy for accelerated

sperm production." King leaned back. "What I have told you is nature's solution

to the problem of mating a male with a female who weighs a thousand times as

much as he does. Straightforward, cruel, and beautiful. The male simply delivers

the sperm right to the site of the egg. As a bonus for his services, he

experiences several days of delirious exquisite pleasure."

"Then he dies?"

"As soon as the egg is fertilized, " said King, "air and food are withdrawn.

The male dies, his body gradually shrivels and disappears."

Rose was thoughtful. King waited for him to ask a question, but when none

came he suggested they get on to the bench presses.

All day they continued with the workouts, and Rose was almost totally silent

except for an occasional grunted "yes" or "no." That evening Thuvia came and

looked in on them but she took no one to bed with her. Rose had overcome his

terror of the giantess finally and stood looking up at her respectfully as she

knelt over them and spoke a few stroking words in thought speech.

When Thuvia went away Rose remarked, "I heard her clearly that time, Winston.

She called me her little rosebud."

"I thought you didn't like that nickname, " said King.

"I did not say I liked it, " Rose pointed out. "All I said was, she called me

by it."

"No she didn't," King shot back. "She sent you a caressing, motherly thought.

Your own brain supplied the words. That's how thought speech works. She sends

pure ideas and your mind translates them into the right words for you."

"She really likes me," said Rose with awe. "She really cares about me."

"You better hope she doesn't get to liking you too much. She might decide to

have your daughter."

"I think I would like that," Rose admitted.

"Well don't get your hopes up." King was a little concerned as he regarded

the young man. Was he talking suicide or just being whimsical? "Thuvia is full

of love and kindness and affection, but she cares about you about as much as a

normal woman cares about a flower. Think of the size of that brain behind those

big green eyes, and don't imagine you can hope to understand what is going on in

her head. You and I are a very, very small part of her life."

Rose suddenly seemed to have resolved something in his mind. They were lying

on their blankets, ready for sleep, when Rose sprang up to a sitting position.

"We are the giantesses!" he said.

"It suddenly came to me just now, " said Rose. "We are the giantesses! When

we fertilize the egg and die, our spirit goes into the body of the

giantess-daughter. We become giantesses after we die!"

"I think you are cracking up, " said King. "When you're dead you're dead and

that's all there is to it. Now quit talking like an idiot and go to sleep."

***

But Rose would not give up on the idea. He continued to talk about it for

days and began to neglect his workouts. King decided it was time for a

heart-to-heart.

"Listen, Rosebud." King had returned from running on the treadmill and found

Rose idling on his blanket. "You had better get back on the program or your

first time in the box is going to be your last. Thuvia told me to train you as a

pleasure male, and that is what I intend to do."

"You are training me not to father a giantess-daughter, " Rose replied

indolently. "But that is just what I want to do. Someday Thuvia will come and

take me to her bed as she has done with you many times since I have been here.

You tickle her insides a little and the next morning she washes you and brings

you back. That's not what I want. I want to go down that glory hole."

"You are talking suicide, " King said to him.

"It is not suicide, " was Rose' reply. "It's the beginning of a new life as

one of them."

"That's baloney, " said King and rolled over on his blanket. "I don't want to

hear any more of this stupid talk."

"It's the only way out of here, " Rose observed. "Down the glory hole."

King sat up on his blanket, exasperated. "You are absolutely right. That is

the only way out of here. But there is something you are forgetting. It is not

up to you when it happens. Thuvia has no intention of becoming pregnant right

now. She is training you as a pleasure male. She may be planning to give you to

a friend of hers who does not have a pleasure male. The point is, Thuvia or some

other giantess will decide when it is time for you to become a father."

"All I have to do is relax and let it happen, " said Rose. "The first time

Thuvia takes me, that is what I am going to do."

"She can read your mind, you idiot. If she doesn't want to become pregnant,

she'll never let you near her box."

"I don't think she can read my mind as well as she can yours," rejoined Rose.

"Not yet, anyway. I had a lot of trouble hearing thought speech at first,

remember. It still isn't always clear. Just maybe I can fool her long enough to

get my chance."

"But I know," King pointed out. "She can read my mind like a book. She will

look into my mind to find out if you are ready. I'm your trainer. She will want

to know if I think you are ready."

"You did not want to train me at first, did you?" said Rose. "You were

jealous of me when she brought me here. You thought maybe I was to be your

replacement."

"Maybe you are."

Rose continued. "She must have seen that. I could tell, and I can't read your

mind at all. She knows you are a reluctant trainer and that you would like to

see me go down the glory hole. Maybe she won't trust what she sees in your mind.

Maybe she will misinterpret what she sees. It is worth a try. You've got to help

me!"

King sat quietly on the blanket a long time, staring at Rose in the waning

light. Finally he said, "You are nuts. It won't work. But I am not going to try

to stop you. Let me give you some advice, though. Thuvia will never be fooled if

you don't finish your training. A pleasure male has to look like a pleasure

male. You'll have to get back on the weights."

"Agreed," said Rose.

Rose kept his part of the bargain, and did get back to his exercises. As the

weeks passed, he began to develop the massive musclature of the trained pleasure

male. When Thuvia came to look in on them, to bring food or supplies, she

noticed Rose' progress and expressed her pleasure to King. As far as they could

tell, she noticed nothing amiss in either Rose' mind or King's.

One evening, just before the hour when Thuvia normally came, King said to

Rose, "I don't know if you are still planning on going through with this

harebrained idea of yours and I don't want to know. The fact is, you are ready

now. I have taught you all I can, but there is one thing I haven't bothered to

tell you because it usually isn't necessary. Thuvia will need a little help to

become aroused. She has to sense fear on your part."

"It can't be true!" exclaimed Rose. "Not Thuvia! She is a kind and gentle

giantess. There is no sadism in her!"

"It is not sadism, " King told him. "It is a survival adaptation. A normal,

untrained male in the hands of a randy giantess will feel a lot of fear. She

senses this, both physically and mentally and desires to comfort the male in the

most intimate way, which unfortunately for the male happens to be the thing he

fears most. Between males and females caring leads to love which leads to sex.

That's true for men, women, and giantesses. In the case of these giantesses, the

harder she tries, the scareder he gets, and the harder she tries. It's all body

juices, boy. They get into your blood and you do what they tell you. If you

didn't, well, we wouldn't be here, or anywhere else, for that matter."

"I think I understand," mused Rose. "But don't worry. I think I'll be plenty

scared."

An hour later, Thuvia came and took Rose away quickly. She did not pause to

communicate with King and he felt hopeful that she had not sensed what was in

his mind.

The next morning, Thuvia did not come, nor that night or all the next day.

King was not inconvenienced because the malehouse was well stocked with

blankets, towels, clothes, food, and had running water. When Rose was not

returned, King immediately began to worry. Had Rose achieved his goal? How would

Thuvia react? Would she blame him for an unwanted pregnancy? Do giantesses have

abortions, and would the fruit of Rose's sacrifice be wasted? While he waited

uneasily for Thuvia's return, he continued with the routine of housekeeping,

exercise, preparing meals, exercise, washing and sleeping.

Then the next evening, at bedtime, Thuvia came. She took King to her bedroom,

washed him, and set him on her stomach in the bed. She did not communicate with

him in any way. Her face was unexpressive and her thought speech was withheld,

until that moment.

Then she lowered her eyes toward King and poured out at him the most terrible

scolding he had ever experienced. "You do not love Thuvia, " she said. "You do

not want Thuvia to be happy. You do not want Thuvia to have pleasure after you

die. You are not a good man."

As King listened to these words forming in his mind, he fell forward abjectly

on his hands and knees and put his head down on her warm olive skin. He cowered

there trembling, waiting for death. He had never seen anything to match Thuvia's

enormous wrath, and he knew she was pregnant, that she blamed him, and that she

was going to punish him in some terrible way. And he knew that he deserved it.

He could feel the increasing tempo of the rise and fall of her breast as she

began to breath faster, and he dared raise his head and look into her vast green

eyes.

He saw those eyes liquid with desire, and he suddenly knew that she was not

pregnant and that all was well. He felt her hands close gently around him and

push him slowly down her stomach toward the warmth between her legs.

For Thuvia, it was a most excellent sexual experience. For King, he had the

consolation of knowing that he had given one of the most satisfactory

performances of his long career as a pleasure male. Afterward, as he lay beside

her on the bed, he congratulated himself on the quality of his work. He had used

every trick he knew to heighten her state of arousal and prolong it, even at the

risk of his own life. He had taken chances he had never dared take before, and

would probably never dare take again.

Thuvia spoke tenderly to King as he lay there beside her.

"Thuvia is not ready to bear a child again, " she told him. "Dejah, the

sister of Thuvia will have Rosebud's daughter. Tonight Rosebud will be a

father." The next thought could not be put into words in the thought speech, but

King understood it just the same. He sensed the condescending amusement of a

vast intellect at the presumption of an inferior one. He felt the blood rushing

into his skin as he blushed all over with embarassment. Even though he was

already nude, it was only then that he felt truly naked.

***

It was to be many lifetimes of a man before Thuvia felt the desire to once

again bear a child. As the years passed, Thuvia acquired other pleasure males,

and took King to her bed less and less. Yet she refused to part with him, and

the end of his prime came and went. Thuvia moved him to a special male house in

a back corner of her garden. It was shaped and painted to resemble an English

country cottage. There was a door that he could open and close himself, real

furniture, even real books on the shelves. There were no hinges on the roof so

that it could be opened from above by a goddess' hand.

He could go out into the garden and walk among the trees whenever he wished.

Sometimes, King would walk to the old malehouse near the front of the garden and

stare at its windowless, doorless walls. On nice days, when the lid was left

open, he could hear the whir of the treadmill, the clang of weights, and the

earnest voices of young men speaking languages he did not understand.

Sometimes, early in the morning, or late in the evening, he would see Thuvia

working in the garden, moving steamshovel loads of earth with each turn of her

mighty trowel, crouching magnificently over full grown trees, or admiring the

ponderosa pine that she had brought from Earth as seedlings and planted herself

many centuries ago. On extremely rare occasions, she would notice King watching

her and send a caressing thought toward him.

As King grew older, and less able to get around, Thuvia would occasionally

come to visit him at the cottage. She would seat herself on the ground in front

of the house and tap on the door with a finger until he came out. Then she would

take him in her hands and stroke him with her thoughts. Many weeks would go by

between these visits, and King cherished every one. Sometimes, when Thuvia was

in a contemplative mood, she would share with King some of the details of her

own life beyond this garden and her own house. Much of it was beyond his

understanding, but still he learned many things about the world of the

giantesses, about their society, and he resolved to write it down.

One day, when King was a very old man, and had taken to spending most of the

day sitting in the sun in front of his house, Thuvia came toward the cottage

leading a very young giantess child by the hand. The giantess child was quite

small, standing a mere twenty feet on bare legs. Thuvia knelt down in front of

King and placed the child beside her. "This is Thera, Daughter of Thuvia's

sister, Dejah." Thera looked up at Thuvia, and knelt down in the same position.

This brought her head almost down to King's level when he rose up from his

bench.

King extended his hand in greeting and said, "Hello, Thera, daughter of Dejah."

His hand was enclosed by Thera's big chubby fist and the child laughed. Thuvia

leaned close and whispered something in her ear which made Thera laugh once

more.

"Thera is too young for thought speech, " said Thuvia to King. "She greets

the friend of her little father." Thuvia took something from the pocket of her

gown and handed it to the child. Thera laid the object on the ground in front of

King and pointed.

When King looked down he saw a full color, three dimensional photograph of

Oliver Rose, as a young nude man, staring anxiously up at the camera. A strange

deep voice suddenly said, "Rosebud!"

King looked up and saw that it was Thera speaking, not through thoughts, but

with her mouth. "Rosebud! Rosebud!" the child repeated, and each time she put

her hand on her chest. King looked up at Thuvia hoping she would read in his

mind the need for an explanation, and supply it. Instead, Thuvia touched King

gently with one finger, then put the photograph away, hoisted the child in her

arms and carried her back toward her house.

King never saw the child again, but he pondered the meaning of that day many

times. Was the child trying to say that Rosebud was her father? Or was that

Oliver Rose, trying to communicate with him, to tell him what lay on the other

side of the glory hole?


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