Ascending The Throne Tags: F Giant, Voyeurism, Watersports, Desperation “No, stop!” Gregory shouted as he approached the horrifying scene in front of him. It was a giantess. Not a common sight, but not a welcome one either. She loomed above the treetops, tall enough to leisurely look over rooftops. “Out of my way, little man,” She said to one of a pair of soldiers blocking the path. She lifted up her bound fist as if to squash a bug, and the men dove out of the way just in time to avoid the ground being dented where they once stood. “Please,” Gregory said, “Stop! Madam, please.” The giantess looked over, and then stood back to her full height. Gregory cleared his throat, stood as erect as he could. She was a giant all right, in more than just her height. Her clothing was a scant tarp around her nethers, and a thick leather that hung down just enough to keep some of her breasts hidden. She looked like she was in need of a bath, and her hair was braided up with skeletons that Gregory hoped weren’t human. Still, he had a job to do. “Madam, the land beyond this line are the dedicated fields of her majesty, the queen. Now I know you don’t mean harm…” “You don’t know that,” Said the giantess. Lahma, the giantess, didn’t like how uppity humans were. It was like they thought just because there were so many of them, they got to own a lot more land. It didn’t matter if they moved into some giant’s land, took their fields, they would go on and on about some leader here or there that gave them permission. It made her tired, when it didn’t make her angry. At the moment, she didn’t have time for either. She put her hands on her hips, and hoped the little man would realize she wasn’t going to stand around all day for him. “Well,” He said, “That said, I still cannot let you pass. The farmland here is delicate, and the crop is necessary to sustain the realm.” “Says who?” Lahma asked, gritting her teeth. Gregory sighed, “The queen.” “Yeah?” Lahma said as she kneeled down to look at the little man, “Who died and left her in charge?” Gregory looked between his fellow soldiers, “Well, that would be his majesty, the king, Cornelius the third, may he rest in peace.” Lahma frowned, and narrowed her eyes at the little man, “I don’t like you.” Lahma squeezed her thighs together. She had another problem to deal with, and it had nothing to do with little human men trying to get in her way. She came all this way for a reason. There was a field next to a lake up ahead. It was a beautiful little spot, with plenty of deer to snatch up and take home for dinner. More importantly, it was a good place to deal with a personal issue. “Don’t matter,” Lahma said as she stood again, “I’m going to the far field. Shames on you for building your dinky little fields in my path.” She lifted her leg, and the men all pulled their pikes ready to stop her. She knew from experience, they did a number on your feet. She pulled her foot back to the ground, and tried not to visibly shift too much. “Madam,” Gregory said, “Please, can you not just go around? The fields only go on for-” “Lahma,” She said. “What?” “Lahma’s my name, not madam. And no, I can’t go around.” This was because of all the ale she had the night before, and she knew it. Her and Golyat were out drinking, and that old oaf let her have more than her fair share. She should have planned her trip better, knowing she was going through more human territory, but she didn’t expect the urge to come on so suddenly. She kept her thighs pressed tight, but for the moment, she was sure she could make it to the field. There she would flood the river, as the saying went, then pick up something for dinner. If these humans would just get out of her way. “Why?” Gregory asked. She was snapped back to the real world by his simple question. Gregory knew giants were stubborn, but this was just ridiculous. She came stomping through her, and risked angering the queen just for an easy travel path? That didn’t make any sense. “What?” Lahma asked. “Why can’t you go around?” Did she blush? The woman was so large, and she had so much exposed skin, it was odd to think anything could put her out of sorts. Still, he was sure he saw it, for just a moment. “Is a secret,” she snapped. Gregory looked to his men, then took a deep breath. This was going to take some work. “Can you just tell me?” The giantess looked down at him, and seemed to think about it. Then she went down to one knee, the impact shaking the ground beneath them. Her hand came out, and with all of his mustered courage, Gregory stepped onto her palm. His stomach shifted as she lifted him up. He rose so high, at first he was afraid he would be out of breath. Then she brought him up, and placed him on her shoulder. From that distance, she didn’t look nearly as terrifying. Even if he was now sure those were human bones decorating her hairstyle. Her face had freckles of brown across the top of her cheeks, and her lips would have looked enticing, on a woman of proper size. “Now,” Gregory shouted, “What is this secret that requires you to prance about the queen’s fields?” “You don’t need to shout,” Lahma said, so loud at that proximity that he had to cover his ears, “I can hear you just fine from here.” “Accepted,” He said, “But please whisper, or you’ll deafen me.” Lahma smiled, and giggled. The motion nearly shook him free from her shoulders, but it was actually a quaint noise. “Well,” She said in a lower voice, “It ain’t none of your men’s business, but I’ve lady business to attend to. Ain’t proper to do it here where it has nowhere to escape to. The field and river is quickest through here.” Gregory knew of the field, him and his promised had picnicked there once. He would have to remember to avoid it in the future. He cleared his throat, “Oh,” He said, “Well I am sure a lady of your stature can manage to contain yourself for the journey around these fields. I know the quickest journey is the easiest but-” “I don’t think you’re paying attention buddy,” Lahma said, a brush of red passing over her cheeks, “I may not be one of your frail human tarts, but I’m doing all I can not to drown your boys down there as we speak. All I want is to cut through, so I can do my business in peace.” She pouted, and the mix of frustration and anger on her face made Gregory cough and turn away from her to lessen any physical reaction from himself. “Sorry,” He said, “I didn’t realize. I’m sure we can find a solution.” “Like letting me through,” She said, then whispered even lower, “please.” Her whole body shifted, and Lahma wondered if he could feel the tension in her shoulders. Her whole body was squeezed tight. The longer this conversation went on, the worse it was getting. “I know,” He said, “If you let me direct you from here, we can stay on the path, and nullify any damage to the crops.” “That sounds like I get to walk through,” Lahma said, her face twisting up into a hopeful grin. “Indeed.” “He says I get to go through boys,” Lahma shouted down, “Lower your pokers, I’m coming in.” She started walking, and the men cleared out of the way. It felt good to be moving again, but it reminded her exactly how much she had to go. As her thighs slid along each other, she found herself shortening her steps. It felt like if she went too fast, something might slip out. “Slower,” Gregory said, “By her majesty, those are irrigation ditches on the sides of the path. Please, try to walk single file.” She looked down and saw what he meant. On each side they had the land divided up. All sorts of equipment and ditches were on each side, with a path through that could probably only hold two or three humans side to side. “Right,” She said, “I just… it is getting a little difficult.” The idea of letting go was invading her mind. That unfortunate mental picture of perfect release. Sitting on the bank of an ocean, your piss fighting back the waves as it came pouring free in thick streams. She stopped in place, a painful urge overcoming her. Her feet placed together, and she squeezed her hand into her crotch. “Are you okay?” Gregory asked, looking around to shoo away his soldiers. She looked at the little man on her shoulder, “Of course I’m not, I’ve gotta piss.” He put his hands up, “Sorry, just, keep moving when you can.” She fought off the pounding waves in her bladder, then took another cautious step. It was fine, the urge subsided. Now all she had to do was go back to avoiding the little men’s fields. “Just a question,” Gregory said, now sitting on her shoulder, “Exactly how much do you… you know, when you do.” It wasn’t a question she wanted to think about. Just filling in his missing words made her muscles ache. It felt like her lower half was going to explode, a pressure built up to the point that everything felt sore. “Well,” Lahma said, “If you want any of these crops to come to harvest healthy, you will make sure I make it across.” Gregory’s eyes grew, and he looked ahead of them frantically. “The tower,” He said, “That marks the halfway point. You are doing great, Lahma.” She saw what he meant. The trail widened ahead, and a tower of stone was built there to look out over the area. Likely they wanted to watch out for hobgoblins or brigands, as if that wasn’t redundant. The tower took her back. When she lived in the high mountains, there was a city there for giant folk. Large enclosures, buffet tables and beds made for her kind to use. There was even a large watered bowl set up in a closet. They called it the throne, on a lark. She remembered seating herself there, and enjoying the beautiful trickling sound as her piss swirled down the pipe in the middle. The urge struck again, so hard that she had to stop mid step. She bent over at the waist, her hands digging in between her thighs to do whatever she could to hold back the tide. “Come on Lahma,” Gregory said in her ear, “You are a strong woman, you can do this. For both our sakes.” She was weakening, and she knew it. A warm jet hit her fingers, and she gasped in panic. She fell to her knees, digging her heel into her crotch as she fought back as best she could. She was already wetting herself, this couldn’t get much worse. Lahma felt a strange tickle down her back, as Gregory made his way from her bent position to the ground. “I’ll clear the path ahead,” He shouted as he ran from her, “Be strong!” She wasn’t strong, she pulled her fingers from her groin and saw they were slightly moist. She had leaked, even if just a little. There was no doubt about it. Which meant she didn’t have the time to make the second half. She looked back at the tower, and thought again of the throne. Lifting herself up, Lahma took the few steps to the human tower, and saw that it wasn’t all that different from the throne. A little thicker in the middle, but there was a drain there at the top, and the lip would help it all go down. Another wave made her squeeze her thighs together, and she made her choice. Lahma turned around, and planted her rear on top of the tower. It groaned a little with the impact, but she was sure it would hold. Humans were at least good for their sturdy buildings. Inside, Gregory was cursing to himself as he made his way up the stairwell of the tower. He could hear his men screaming and running around, but there wasn’t much to tell them. He was facing a situation he had never faced before. A young man named Christopher ran into him on his way down, “Captain, there is a giant fanny on the roof!” Gregory put his hand on the boys shoulder, “Son, lock every window and door on your way down. Then get out.” The boy took a breath, “Yes sir.” Gregory climbed to the roof, and opened the hatch to be greeted by a pair of gigantic pussy lips nestled between an enormous ass. He cleared his throat, “Lahma! Don’t do this!” Near one side, more light peeked into the space, and Gregory ran over there. Looking up to see Lahma’s contorted face. “Oh,” She said, “Hey there, what was your name again little man?” “Captain Gregory,” He said, “Of her majesty’s army. Lahma, you will not relieve yourself in this tower. We have stored seeds and tools in here, you said you were going to the far side.” Lahma squeezed herself so hard it hurt. Her hand mostly blocked out the view of Gregory, but she could still hear him, just barely. His words made her want to rethink her idea, but she knew something he couldn’t realize without being in her position. It was too late, now that she was seated there, and ready to go. There was no way she would make it anywhere further than a few paces. “I wish,” She said, “This spot will have to do.” “Lahma,” Gregory shouted, “You said it yourself. You aren’t some frail human tart, you are a giantess. Surely you can make it to the field. You’re a large and, if I may say so, beautiful woman. don’t do this.” It wasn’t every day that a little human man complimented you, especially not while you were trying your hardest not to wet yourself like some newborn. She didn’t want to ruin their seeds, especially after Gregory had let her through without too much of a fight. It was going back on her word, and giants didn’t go back on their word (without proper incentive). Then she felt a hot burst of moisture, and heard the patter against the top of the tower. A shiver went up her spine, she was reaching her limit. “I can’t hold it,” Lahma whispered, “Shit, you’re just cute enough that I wish I could.” “Let me think of a plan,” Gregory shouted, “Please. Just give me a little time.” Lahma looked down, “A plan like what?” Gregory looked around, “A… giant nappy?” The pressure was becoming too much, and Lahma felt a strange chill as longer burst struck the top of the tower. “Shit,” Lahma whispered as she tried to stop the flow, “Shit, shit.” It finally subsided, but now there was a patter, she was leaking drips. “Gregory,” Lahma shouted, “You should run.” Gregory cursed, and then ran for the door. He made it to the steps, before he heard a roaring sound above him. It turned to the sound of a tide. On the roof, Lahma’s whole body quivered as the torrent left her. It was a relief like she had never felt before. Every muscle in her body relaxed, and she let out a sigh that echoed across the fields. She could hear the sound of her piss hitting the tower, ripping at the stones, crashing down the stairs. It was almost, arousing. The whole thing made her red in the face, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she let all the stress wash away with whatever was in the human tower. Then, she was dry. Finally, she felt like a normal giant, and not a giant ball of water and ale. She felt too exhausted to even stand. There was a touch between her legs, something small prodding her sensitive lips in a way that made her bite her lip, before she thought to open her legs. “Gregory?” She said looking down. There was the little man, with a large pole reaching out to her. “Sorry,” He said, “I had to get your attention.” She smiled at him, “Well that is definitely one way. Sorry I couldn’t make it, but hey, I didn’t destroy your crops.” “No, you didn’t,” He said, his eyes seeming a little distracted, “Plus I can at least call this a unique experience.” She reached down and picked him up, lifting him up to her shoulder. “Liked the view, eh?” She said with a smirk, “You wouldn’t be the first, though usually I’m putting stuff in instead of letting stuff out.” Gregory sputtered. But she could see the red in his cheeks. Lahma bursted out laughing, “I might have to come visit you little boys again.”