You think you are such a big, important man don’t you?
You in your fancy house that you’re so proud of…
You are nothing to me. I tower over you, tower over that house that I could easily crush like a house of cards with my fist or stomp on with my enormous high-heeled boot.

Giantess Sascha will crush you like a bug

Or I might look into the windows first and watch you bathing or sleeping or even masturbating. You can’t escape me, you know.
And then I’ll knock a big hole in the side of that house, and grab you like a little mouse in a box.
Maybe I’ll play with you – lick you all over, stick you down my bra, or up my warm, wet pussy.
Maybe I’ll put you in my purse or my jeans pocket and pack you everywhere I go.
Or maybe I’ll put you on the ground and start stomping around like the angry giantess that I can be. I can crush you like a little bug if I want to.
How fast can you run, little man? It doesn’t matter though, because I will always find you, no matter where you hide…