Chapter 2: Building Tension
The dimly-lit apartment was a stark contrast to the harsh, fluorescent lights of the gym. The air was thick with the cloying scent of vanilla incense and the faint, lingering aroma of jasmine from the fresh flowers in the vase by the window. The apartment was small, almost claustrophobic, filled with mismatched furniture that seemed to cower in the shadows, as if anticipating the impending storm that was Brittany.
Joseph sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, his small frame hunched over, his hands trembling slightly.
Brittany, the Behemoth, loomed over him, her massive body blocking out most of the light from the small window. The apartment was dimly lit, the only source of light the flickering candles placed haphazardly around the room. The air was thick with the cloying scent of vanilla incense, the smell almost overpowering in the small space.
Brittany's eyes, wild and unblinking, roamed over him like a predator surveying its prey. She could see the fear in his eyes, the terror that was etched into every line of his face.
She leaned in closer, her massive frame looming over him like a dark cloud. "You know, Joseph, I've always been this way." Her voice was a low, menacing rumble, a force of nature that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment. "Even as a child, I towered over the other kids. I was always much bigger than them, much stronger. I remember the looks they used to give me, the whispers, the fear. They were scared of me, just like you are now." She could see the shock in his eyes, the realization that she wasn't just some aberration, some freak of nature. She was a force to be reckoned with, a power that had always existed, that had always been a part of her.
"My parents tried to hide me away, to make me small, to make me normal. But I couldn't be contained.
I couldn't be controlled. My size, my strength, my appetite... they were a part of me, as much as my heart, my lungs, my soul. And those who tried to control me, to change me, they paid the price." She paused, her eyes flickering with a dark, primal fire. "Just like you will, Joseph."
Joseph's breath hitched, his eyes widening in terror. He tried to speak, to voice his denial, his plea for mercy, but the words were locked in his throat, choked by the sheer weight of her presence.
"You don't understand, Joseph," Brittany continued, her voice a low, menacing rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment. "I've always been like this. Even as a child, I towered over the other kids. Her eyes flickered with a dark, primal fire, a spark of malice that sent a shiver of dread down Joseph's spine.
Brittany's words hung heavy in the air, a dark cloud that obscured the faint light from the window. The apartment felt even smaller, the walls closing in around them like the jaws of a trap.
Joseph's breath came in short, shallow gasps, his chest heaving beneath the weight of Brittany's presence. He could feel her hot breath on his face, choking him with its pungent scent of old meat and decay. The incense in the room seemed to amplify her stench, creating a cloying, nauseating aroma that made him gag.
Brittany's hand, massive and calloused, reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt. She tugged him closer, her strength effortless, as if he were a rag doll.
"Do you know the first time I ever squashed someone?" Brittany mused, her eyes distant, remembering. "I was eight. He was six. We were playing at recess, and he pushed me first. I don't even remember his name now." Her grip tightened, the fabric of his shirt tearing under the strain. "But I remember the feeling—the crunch of his bones, the wetness of his blood on my hands. It was... exhilarating." She leaned in closer, her massive face looming over him like a grotesque parody of a lover's intimate moment. Her breath was hot, reeking of the decay of her last victim, and Joseph could feel the heat radiating off her body, a furnace of primal lust and violence.
Joseph's eyes darted around the apartment, searching for an escape, a way out of this nightmare. But Brittany's massive frame blocked the door, and the windows were too small for him to squeeze through. He was trapped, a small, fragile creature caught in the jaws of a predator.
"You may call me Behemoth, Joseph," Brittany growled, her voice a rumble like distant thunder. "For I am the eternal beast, the unconquerable force that brings ruin to all who stand in my path."
Joseph's eyes widened in terror, the realization of his fate sinking in. He was at the mercy of the Behemoth, a monster in human form, driven by a dark, primal hunger that he could not comprehend. He tried to struggle, to break free from her iron grip, but it was like trying to wrestle a mountain. "Don't do this. I... I love you."
Brittany laughed, a sound that echoed through the small apartment like the crack of a whip. "Love?" she spat.
"You think love has anything to do with this, you pathetic little worm? I don't love, I consume. I devour." She punctuated her words with a harsh tug on his shirt, the fabric tearing further, leaving bare the pale skin of his chest.
She reached down, her massive hand wrapping around his throat, a thick, calloused thumb pressing against his Adam's apple. Joseph gasped, his eyes bulging as he struggled to draw in breath. Brittany leaned in, her face inches from his, her breath hot and heavy, reeking of sweat and violence.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Joseph?" she growled, her voice a low, guttural sound like the rumble of an approaching storm. "You want to be my plaything, my toy to be used and abused. You want to be squashed, crushed under my weight, don't you?"
Joseph's eyes were wide with terror, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He tried to shake his head, but Brittany's grip on his throat was like a vice, unyielding and cruel. She squeezed harder, her thumb digging into his skin, causing him to choke and gasp.
"Answer me, you fucking worm," she hissed, her breath hot and heavy on his face.
Panic surged through Joseph, and he tried to nod, a feeble attempt to appease the beast before him. Brittany's lips curled into a cruel smile, her grip on his throat loosening just enough for him to catch his breath.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice a low, dangerous rumble. She released his throat, only to grab him by the shirt again, her fist balling the fabric and pulling him even closer.
"I want to meet your parents. Are they as small as you?" Brittany boomed, as she sat her large ass on Joseph's lap, almost crushing him into the broken couch.
She ground her enormous hips against him, the feeling of his barely there body sending a thrill down her spine.
Joseph gasped, the sudden weight causing the air to be forced out of his lungs. He could feel the heat of her, the damp sweat that coated her skin, soaking into his clothes, his skin. He could smell her, the pungent scent of her lust, her dominance, filling his nostrils and choking him.
"Answer me, worm," she growled again, her breath hot and heavy on his face.
"Do you want me to fuck you into the ground? To grind you into the dirt until there's nothing left but a stain on the floor?"
Joseph tried to nod, but Brittany tightened her grip on his shirt, his small frame struggling to keep up with her relentless strength. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his chest heaving beneath the weight of her massive body.
"Say it," she demanded, her eyes burning into his. "Say you want it."
Joseph whimpered, his voice barely audible. "I want it, Brittany. I want you to...
to... squash me." His voice was a choked whisper, barely audible, yet it sent a jolt of pleasure through Brittany. She could feel his body trembling beneath her, his fear palpable, intoxicating. She loved it, reveled in it. She wanted more.
" louder, worm," she ordered, her voice a low growl. "I want to hear you beg for it."
Joseph swallowed hard, his eyes wide with terror and arousal. He could feel his body responding to her, his cock hardening despite his fear.
He was aroused, sickeningly so, by the sheer power she exuded, by the terror she inspired. He was ashamed, disgusting, pathetic. And he was helpless.
Brittany, the Behemoth, could smell his arousal, could see the way his body betrayed him. She chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers of fear down his spine. "You're pathetic, Joseph. You want this, don't you? You want me to crush you, to grind you into the dirt."
She reached down, her massive hand wrapping around his cock through his pants.
His penis felt tiny in her giant hands.
She gripped it firmly, her fingers wrapping around it like it was a delicate thing that could break. She looked at it, a sneer on her face.
"You think this little worm could satisfy me? Look at it, pathetic, limp, and useless. " She spat on it, the saliva dripping down his length. He flinched at the insult and the humiliating act. But his body betrayed him, his cock twitching at the sudden attention.
"Ah, look at that, worm. Even your pathetic little dick wants to play. But it's no good to me like this.
You're too small, too weak." She laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent a shiver of dread down Joseph's spine. "But don't worry, worm. I know how to make use of you."
Brittany stood up suddenly, her massive body blocking out the remaining light from the small window. Joseph gasped, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to adjust to the sudden absence of her weight. He could feel the cool air of the apartment on his damp skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her body.
She reached down, her massive hands grabbing the waistband of his pants.
Brittany had blocked Joseph in the kitchen, her big wide body blocking the door and not letting any room for him to escape her wide body. "This is not about love Joseph. I don't love you. I am just here to take yours and your family's money and wealth, only to get bigger and fatter. I am going to rob you and your family. Get it? Now hand over all of your money." Joseph's eyes widened in terror and disbelief. "What? No, Brittany, you can't do this. I—I love you."
Brittany laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent a shiver of dread down Joseph's spine. "Love? Fuck love, Joseph. This is business. And business is about power, and you, little worm, are powerless against me."
She ripped his pants off with a single, violent tug, the fabric tearing easily under her immense strength. Joseph gasped, his cock springing free, hard and desperate. Brittany sneered at the sight, her lip curling in disgust.
"You think that little thing is going to do anything for me? You think you can please me with that pathetic little cock?"
Joseph whimpered, his cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "I-I'm sorry, Brittany. I can't... I can't get bigger."
Brittany chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that shook the very foundations of the apartment. "Don't worry, Joseph. I'm not expecting much from that little worm. But you can still be useful."
She reached down, her massive hands cupping his ass cheeks, her fingers digging into his flesh like talons.
"You're going to serve me, Joseph. You're going to make yourself useful." She lifted him off the ground with ease, his feet dangling in the air as she carried him into the bedroom.
She tossed him onto the bed, the cheap mattress groaning under his weight. Joseph bounced, his small body barely making a dent in the vast expanse of the mattress. Brittany stood at the foot of the bed, her massive frame dwarfing the entire room. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a dark, primal hunger.
"Strip," she commanded. Joseph hesitantly began to comply, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Brittany watched, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust, as he peeled off his clothes piece by piece. She could see the fear and shame etched on his face, and it only served to turn her on more.
"Faster, worm," she snapped, her voice a low growl. "You're not doing this for my pleasure, you know. You're doing it because I told you to. And you'd better fucking hurry up before I change my mind."
Joseph nodded, his hands shaking as he quickly discarded the rest of his clothes.
Brittany's eyes roamed over his naked body, her gaze lingering on his cock, now fully hard and pathetic in size compared to her. She sneered, her lip curling in disgust. "You think that little thing is going to satisfy me?" she asked, stepping closer to the bed.
Joseph flinched, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. I can't..." he started, but she cut him off with a harsh laugh.
"Don't apologize, worm. I don't give a fuck about your tiny dick.
I said strip, and you're going to fucking strip. Now hurry the fuck up, worm, before I decide to make this even more... painful for you."
Joseph's hands moved faster, removing the last of his clothes and throwing them into the corner of the room. Brittany looked at him, her eyes roaming over his naked body, a dark hunger burning in her gaze.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice a low rumble that sent a shiver of fear down Joseph's spine. "Now, come here."
She sat on the edge of the bed, her massive thighs spread wide, her pussy already glistening with arousal.
She grabbed his small, frail body and pulled him towards her, his legs dangling off the bed.
"Get on your knees, worm. Between my thighs." She ordered, her voice a low growl, dripping with lust and dominance.
Joseph hesitated for a moment, his small frame trembling with fear and arousal. But he knew better than to disobey her. He crawled towards her, his face a mask of terror and submission. He knelt between her thighs, his hands resting on her massive legs, his body shaking with anticipation and fear.
Brittany looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. She could see the fear in his eyes, the trembling of his body, and it only served to turn her on more.
"Open your mouth, worm," she commanded, her voice a low growl. Joseph complied, his lips parting to reveal his small, trembling tongue. Brittany chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound like distant thunder. "That's it, worm. Show me that tiny tongue of yours."
She reached down, her massive hand gripping his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. She forced his head lower, guiding his mouth to her pussy.
He breathed in her scent, a heavy, musky aroma that made his stomach churn with a mixture of revulsion and arousal. He could see the glistening folds of her labia, swollen and dark with need. He hesitated, his body trembling with fear and dread. Brittany growled, her grip on his head tightening, her fingers digging into his scalp like talons.
"Lick it, worm," she commanded, her voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Lick my fucking cunt like the pathetic little bitch you are."
Joseph's tongue trembled as he tentatively reached out to touch her.
Suddenly Brittany started gushing out volumes of piss on Joseph's face, showing her beastly dominance over him.
She laughed manically, a sound that echoed in the bedroom. "You like that, worm? You like being pissed on by your Goddess?"
Joseph coughed and gagged at the sudden influx of warm urine on his face, but he dare not move. He knew Brittany would punish him if he did. He could feel the warm liquid stinging his eyes and mouth, but he did not dare wipe it away.
Brittany continued to laugh, a sound that chilled Joseph to the bone. He could hear her massive body shaking with mirth, the sound vibrating through the bed and into his bones.
The piss still flowed freely, a warm, constant stream that soaked his hair, his face, his body. He tried to turn his head away, to escape the relentless torrent, but her grip on his hair was like a vise, unyielding and cruel.
"Stay still, worm," she growled, her voice like thunder in his ear. "You don't get to turn away from this. You don't get to refuse me. You're my bitch now. My toy to play with as I see fit.
And right now, I see fit to humiliate you, to make you understand your place in this fucked up world. You're nothing but a worm, Joseph. A pathetic, tiny worm."
Joseph choked on her words, the piss still pouring over his face, into his mouth, his nose. He was drowning in her urine, his body convulsing with the effort to breathe. But he obeyed, staying still, taking her piss like a good little worm.
Brittany's laugh echoed around the room, a harsh, cruel sound that sent shivers of fear and humiliation down Joseph's spine.
He was drowning in her piss, his body convulsing as he struggled to breathe.
Brittany's laughter subsided, but her grip on Joseph's head remained unyielding. She watched with dark amusement as he choked and gagged, his body convulsing with each violent spasm. She could see the fear in his eyes, the helpless terror that turned her on more than anything else.
"That's it, worm," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "Take your Goddess's piss like a good little bitch.
Swallow it, worm. Show me how much you want it."
Joseph's body convulsed again as he tried to comply, his mouth opening wide to take in as much of the warm, stinging liquid as he could. The room was filled with the obscene sound of his gagging and choking, the scent of urine and sweat and fear permeating the air.
Brittany watched, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust, as Joseph struggled to take her piss. She could feel her own arousal building, the sight of his suffering turning her on more than she thought possible.