Giantess Ashton - Did Somebody Call an Exterminator?

Giantess Ashton - Did Somebody Call an Exterminator?

Giantess Ashton - Did Somebody Call an Exterminator?

Ashton, a smirking beauty with radiant green eyes and lush auburn hair, strutted confidently towards the tiny's household, armed with her vast exterminating expertise. Little did the tiny know that in addition to pest control, Ashton had developed a voracious appetite for their kind. Her ample bosom and wide hips bounced enticingly under her fitted uniform as she focused on the task at hand: to rid the premises of all the pesky tucked away tinies she could find.

Upon entering the house, Ashton's tapered, high-heeled boots echoed against the hardwood floors. She leaned forward, breathing deeply as if to detect any lingering signs of tininess. The delicious aroma of fear emanated from the corner of the room, and Ashton's tail-knotted grin widened. "Hello, little fella," she purred, her eyes twinkling with glee as she crept towards her prey.

Creeping closer, Ashton parted her lavish locks, revealing a massive pile of hair "perfect" for hiding her tasty treats - and also as an added enticement for any unsuspecting tinies who might happen upon her. Suddenly, a tiny darted out from behind the curtains, taking cover behind Ashton's towering form. She pretended not to notice his trembling presence. Instead, she made a show of studying the room like a professional, swirling her index finger in the air, taking notes on her evaluation form.

Finally, Ashton turned towards the ceiling, pretending to notice the tiny cowering behind her. She knelt down, smiling warmly, and reached out a hand the size of a bass boat. "Don't be scared, little buddy," she cooed, slowly enveloping the tiny in her massive palm. As he peered up at her curiously, she grinned wickedly and popped him into her mouth, savoring the sensation of his squirming body sliding down her throat.

Emboldened by her success, Ashton continued her search, crawling along the floor like a playful kitten as she sniffed out any remaining traces of tininess. She pushed aside furniture, upended vases, and peeked behind curtains, all the while keeping an ear out for the telltale signs of her prey.

Finally, Ashton spotted another tiny scurrying across the floor. She let out a playful giggle as she chased after him, her thighs quaking with excitement. As the tiny tried to hide behind a table leg, Ashton simply bent down and scooped him up, popping him into her generous cleavage. She chuckled playfully as she felt him starting to squirm around inside her ample bosom.

Next, Ashton located a tiny in a glass jar. His terrified eyes met hers as she approached, but he could do nothing as she lifted the jar up over her head and tipped it towards her waiting mouth. With a loud slurping sound, he disappeared down her gullet, leaving behind only a tiny puddle on the floor.

Finally, Ashton found what she had been looking for: a tiny hiding in the corner behind the couch. He trembled in fear as she approached, but she murmured reassuringly to him, gesturing for him to climb onto the couch. Once he was safely situated, Ashton slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his body squish beneath her massive girth. With a sadistic grin, she twisted her hips from side to side, feeling the tiny's cries of pain echo within her.

Finally, satisfied that the house was free of tininess (for now), Ashton stood up. She gave the tiny she had captured in her cleavage a playful pat before tossing him onto the couch beside his fallen comrade. "Well, little guys," she sighed contentedly, "I think you've added some pretty nice curves to my job description." As she puckered her lips, ready to devour the last surviving tiny, a thought struck her. "Wait," she mused aloud, "that reminds me - I think I need to go see the boss about getting a raise!"