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This is a sizefetish fanfiction - sort of - from Mark Lawrence & Claire Kreutzberger's Le livre des Anciens. It's also a commission from a dear friend who's deep into my kinks. Translation by https://www.deviantart.com/zaphiemouse Nona was waiting for her opponent to come closer. The arena was not a ring, not like the cage she used to attend long ago. Here the ground was not soft. It was a hard surface, large enough to allow a dozen combatants to fight each other. Covered in sand and surrounded by high walls of stone lined with the decorative frescos narrating the feats from heroes in past wars. Nona’s arrival had made a strong impression but the entire public had held their breath as soon as la Gérant showed up. The tallest Nona had ever seen. Taller even than Raymel Tacsis , who easily pushed three meters. And much more impressive, albeit oddly slender. The incredible mass of muscle that outlined her a heavy but tapered body as if sculpted from steel did not go against her

This is a sizefetish fanfiction - sort of - from Mark Lawrence & Claire Kreutzberger's Le livre des Anciens. It's also a commission from a dear friend who's deep into my kinks. For once, it's written in french. I'll be looking for a translator. Nona attendait que son adversaire approche. L’arène n’était pas un ring, pas comme la cage qu’elle avait fréquentée jadis. Ici le sol n’était pas souple. Il était une surface dure, assez large pour permettre à une dizaine de combattants de s’y affronter. Couvert de sable et entouré de hauts murs de pierres parés de fresques décoratives contant les exploits de héros de guerres passés. L’arrivée de Nona avait fait forte impression mais l’ensemble du public s’était tu dès l’apparition de la Gérant. La plus grande que Nona ait jamais vu. Plus grande encore que ne l’était Raymel Tacsis, qui dépassait allègrement les trois mètres. Et bien plus impressionnante, quoiqu’étrangement élancée. L’incroyable masse de muscles qui lui dessinaient un

Goddess Anne stands next to a similarly sized skyscraper as she looks down at all of the puny humans below her. She stares coldly at all of their pathetic little forms below her as she continues to destroy more and more, killing indiscriminately with her footfalls and simple motions. She enjoys stepping on humans. Crushing them. Splattering them across the ground like bugs. A single motion can wipe out hundreds of humans, and she does it with great satisfaction. She begins to laugh cruelly as she watches the humans flee in terror from her footsteps, as they try to escape the dreaded fate that all who feel their feet must feel, crushing, deaing, smashing, tearing, destroying... She sees you as you try to escape. You find yourself unable to escape her gaze. She has control over you. She controls what you do. You're not even alive in her eyes. You're just another ant. She picks up her hand and places it on top of your tiny body as she stares directly at you, studying you as you struggle

I'm with Anne in a bedroom. She's a giantess. She's so tall, I'm terrified and fascinated as I look up at her. Her legs are muscular and strong. I'm looking at her right foot. It's so smooth and beautiful. It's a perfect size for me. I'm not afraid of her. I see Anne in my dreams. I don't know how to feel about her. I'm both terrified and turned on by her. She's my dream giantess. Being with her is being at the mercy of a giant. I see myself as a human doll in the hands of a giantess. I'm dressed in a cute outfit, matching shoes and dress. Anne loves crushing humans. She loves playing with her prey. She picks me up between her thumb and index finger. She lifts me close to her eye. I'm scared, but I have no place to run. "Look at you, so tiny," she smiles. Her smile is beautiful and kind. I look at her, blushing in arrousal. "Would you crush me if I ask you to?" I ask her. "I would," she says smiling. Her smile is both beautiful and scary. "Would you like me to?" She asks. She's