Littleeve's Store - Giantess policewoman catches tiny criminal (anal vore)

Littleeve's Store - Giantess policewoman catches tiny criminal (anal vore)

Sergeant Littleeve was a towering colossus of a woman, her imposing stature intimidating even the most hardened criminals. As a giantess, she stood several stories tall, her feet dwarfing anything in her path as she strode confidently through the city streets. Her latest case had led her to a shady part of town, where she could smell the acrid stench of illegal activity in the air.

The sergeant's keen senses picked up on something small and scurrying around the corner. She followed the sounds and found herself face-to-face with a puny little figure, no bigger than her pinky finger. This was the criminal she had been tracking down - a truly pathetic sight compared to her immense form.

With her towering height, the sergeant had little difficulty in capturing the tiny criminal. She swooped down and scooped the tiny man up in her massive hand, holding him aloft for all to see. The criminal trembled in fear, his eyes wide with terror as he realized just how helpless he truly was in the face of such overwhelming power.

The sergeant rounded on him, her booming voice echoing through the otherwise quiet street. "You are under arrest and your new cell is going to be inside my asshole. You can try to escape, but I'll just push you back in," she warned him with a grim smile.

Littleeve strolled confidently back to the precinct, the tiny criminal held captive in her massive gloved hand. She knew that this wasn't the first time she had caught such a petty criminal, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Still, it gave her a sense of satisfaction knowing that even the smallest offenders couldn't escape justice when she was on the case.

When they arrived back at the precinct, she marched straight to the interrogation room, where she took her seat behind the table. She placed the trembling criminal on the other side of the table, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. "Now," she began, leaning forward intently, "why don't you tell me what you've been up to?"

The criminal stammered out an explanation, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room. Littleeve listened intently, her gaze fixed on him like a hawk. When he finished, she leaned back in her chair, considering her options. She knew that justice had to be served, but she also knew that this was just a small fish in a much larger pond.

Without warning, she reached down and lifted up her skirt, revealing her massive thigh to the criminal's terrified gaze. She leaned forward again and slipped off her boot, exposing the stubby little toes that could easily crush him like a bug. "Well," she said, her voice taking on a darker, more menacing tone, "since you seem to think you're so small and insignificant, how about I put you in your place?"

Her hand moved towards his tiny form, and despite himself, the criminal found himself begining to harden in anticipation of what was to come. Littleeve grasped him firmly, letting her fingers stroke his tiny cock teasingly as she opened her mouth wide. "Down the hatch," she growled, her hot breath washing over him as he felt himself being pulled into her gaping maw.

The criminal felt himself disappearing into the darkness, his screams swallowed up by the giantess's deep throat. As he was pulled further and further in, he realized that this was far from the end - it was only the beginning of his new life as a permanent resident in Sergeant Littleeve's impossibly large asshole.

From that day forward, the criminal was nothing more than a tiny, powerless captive in her immense form. Occasionally, she would let him come out to play, teasing and tormenting him with her massive proportions. But always, always he would be drawn back in, forever stuck in his role as Littleeve's itty-bitty plaything.