Monster Girl Smother World

You come to in a small, smoking hole in the ground, your memory of the last few minutes blurry and fading. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a thick forest, the trees above shading your thankfully clothed form. Having no idea what just happened or where you are, you start to panic slightly before hearing voices coming your way.

Holding your head and groaning, you think back to what had happened to get you here. You had wished for a new life, and the sketchy demon you had summoned gave you a cheeky grin, commenting that your browser history had helped her pick out your destination. You can still remember her chuckle as she hip checked you into the swirling portal. Opening your eyes, you are immediately jolted awake by the sight of a voluptuous, pear shaped, seven foot tall woman looking down at you curiously. Or rather, not just a woman, but a goblin girl. Perhaps the demon hadn’t been joking about using your search history as inspiration.

Groaning and holding your head from whatever just happened, you wake up to find a massive human woman standing over you with a smirk. Her soft, voluptuous form must stand taller than 8 feet, and her wide hips and thick thighs promise an enormous ass. “Ah, finally. The… little catalyst.” She says, almost with derision in her voice. “Your plan already failed you know. Humans figured out what was going on with the monster girls before they even did. Reversed it and took the power for ourselves. Last thing to do was wait for your arrival and… take care of you. Then human women will continue to grow bigger and bigger. Just the opposite of your little monster girl takeover plan.” She continues, playful but intimidating. You, meanwhile, haven’t the first clue of what she is talking about.

With a pop, you are deposited in a large throne room. Looking around wildly, you take in your surroundings. An array of massive monster girls fills the room, ten to twelve feet tall and massively curvy. Something about this feels… wrong to you. Like this wasn’t supposed to happen yet. With growing apprehension, you start to notice the presence of humans in the room. Beneath monster girls. Used as cushions. Smothered behind them. Serving them drinks and food nervously. You look up to the throne as a huge slime girl looks down at you curiously, as one might a particularly interesting bug. She is clearly larger than the rest, and wears a crown on her head. Her obscenely wide hips frame a ridiculously large butt. You can see weakly struggling feet kicking from under each cheek. A flag is behind her, a smug monster girl holding the world between her volptuous butt cheeks emblazoned on it. Has this world already fallen to the smothering monster girls? It seems that your lack of presence while that happened made it a much less pleasant process for humanity. Slower growing monster girls must not have been big enough to easily overwhelm them. There would have been much more resistance. The slime queen clears her throat again, drawing your attention back to her.

Groaning, you come to in a small, smoking crater. As you open your eyes, you see a large, chubby, blue slime girl standing over you. She has an expression on her face that instantly makes you feel uneasy. It’s a mix of triumph, ownership, and superiority. She looks over you with a dismissive glance. “I thought the mighty key to my ascendance would be a little more … substantial.” she says in a sensual, deep voice. You are starting to notice that although she isn’t huge, she is most definitely bigger than you, and she is a little too close for comfort. Your limbs feel like they are moving through molasses, and your unease starts to head towards a small amount of panic. Something feels off here, like this was not your intended purpose for this world, like it has been twisted somehow. Twisted towards the cruel desires of the slime girl in front of you. It doesn’t seem like you have a choice in helping either side this time. And perhaps the self selected new matriarch of this world has made that choice for you.

Spinning idly in a chair in front of your computer, you hear a low thrum from outside. Confused, and standing to look out the window, you see a massive blue portal like aperture opening on the street outside of your house. An absolutely massive monster girl steps through. You can’t quite make out what kind of monster girl she is yet, but you definitely see signs she isn’t human. She’s so wide she is bumping the buildings on either side of the street with her hips. And so tall that … well, you can’t even really tell how tall she is from your vantage point.

You wouldn’t know this, but the conquest of the other world happened without your help or tempering of the monster girls “enthusiasm”. Their greatest magic users have now found the string of magic tying you to their world, and used it to briefly bridge the gap. The huge portal starts to slide closed, but who knows the chaos even the one fully grown, maximum power monster girl could cause…

You appear in a destroyed human city. Buildings collapsed, streets cracked. But no bodies — just silence. You walk through the ruins until you find a survivor — a young human woman, hiding in a basement.

"You're alive!" She pulls you inside, trembling.

"The monster girls came three days ago. They didn't kill us — they just... took everyone. They said they were 'collecting'." She shakes her head.

"If you're here to help, there's still some of us left. We've been hiding in the sewers." You realize: you've arrived in the worst place. A city that's already fallen, a rebellion already broken. You can try to save what's left — or join the victors.

The library is your sanctuary—quiet, cool, filled with the smell of old paper and dust. The librarian, a slender woman in her sixties with round glasses and a bun, is always at the front desk, stamping books with careful precision.

But today, she's different.

Her glasses are gone, and her hair flows loose—suddenly much longer and thicker than you remember. Her blouse hangs differently, stretched across a chest that seems more generous than before. She looks up as you enter, and her smile is warmer, her eyes a little brighter.

"Back again, dear? I've saved you a spot." She gestures toward your usual corner, where a stack of books waits.

"I've been sorting through the archives," she says, her voice softer, richer. "Found some old texts about... other worlds. Places where the air is heavier and the people are larger." She laughs, a low, musical sound.

"Silly, isn't it? But I've been having the strangest dreams—wandering through fields of soft grass, with womanly creatures so tall they could step over houses. They told me I was almost ready." She taps the book in front of her.

"Ready for what, I wonder?" As you pass her desk, you notice her hands—slightly larger than before, her fingers longer and more elegant. She reaches out, touching your wrist lightly.

"You feel like someone who's listening. That's rare." She releases you, smiling.

"Come back soon, dear. I think we have more to talk about." You take your books and find your corner. But when you open the first one, a pressed flower falls out—large, soft, smelling faintly of honey and something deeper.

You look back. She's watching you, her smile serene, her shadow on the wall stretching far beyond her body.

That night, you dream of a library—but it's massive, the shelves towering like buildings. A woman sits at a desk far above you, and her voice drifts down:

"I've been collecting things that matter. And I think you're one of them." You wake, and on your nightstand sits the flower from the book.

It's still fresh. Still warm.

The morning is ordinary—sunlight, birds, the distant hum of traffic. You step outside to grab your mail, still groggy from a restless night.

Your neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, is by her fence, watering her flowers. You've known her for years—a sweet, middle aged woman with silver hair and a gentle voice, barely five feet tall. She waves.

"Good morning, dear! What a lovely day, isn't it?" You smile and wave back, but as you approach your mailbox, something catches your eye. Mrs. Henderson's shadow. It's wrong—stretching longer than it should, with a silhouette that's softer, curvier, far too generous for the tiny woman it belongs to.

You blink, and the shadow is normal again.

You shrug it off, grabbing your mail. But as you turn, she speaks again, her voice a little deeper, a little warmer.

"I've been feeling strange lately, you know. Like I'm waking up to something." You glance at her. Her hair seems fuller, her cheeks a little rounder.

"I had the strangest dream last night. I was standing in a field, and there were beings all around me—tall, beautiful, soft. They smiled and said I was 'almost ready.'" She laughs, but it's a little uneasy.

"Silly, isn't it? Dreams don't mean anything." You nod, but you can't shake the feeling that her dress fits her differently than it did last week. A little snugger around her hips. A little fuller across her chest. She seems nervous, and even a little scared.

As you walk back inside, you glance at her one more time. She's standing in the sun, and for just a moment, you see her silhouette again—massive, curved, looming.

Then it's gone.

The office hums with the usual chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, the low murmur of conversations. You're at your desk, buried in emails, when a shadow falls over your screen.

"Long day, huh?" You look up. It's Kaitlin—a coworker you've known for a few years. She's always been quiet, unassuming, average in every way. But today, something's different.

Her blouse seems tighter. Her hips sway more than they used to. And when she smiles, you notice her teeth—just a little sharper, a little more pronounced.

"I've been feeling strange lately," she says, leaning against your cubicle wall. Her voice is lower, warmer, almost purring. "Like something's calling me. You ever feel that?" You blink, trying to focus. She seems normal—mostly. But her shadow on the cubicle wall is a little too wide, a little too curved.

"I mean," she continues, her eyes meeting yours, "I've been getting these headaches, and my clothes don't fit right anymore. And I keep having these dreams..." She trails off, her smile lingering.

"Dreams of being bigger. Softer. Of just... spreading out and taking up space." She laughs, but there's something hungry in it.

"Anyway, I should get back to work. But if you ever want to talk about weird dreams, you know where to find me." She walks away, and you watch her go. Her hips sway more than they used to. Her heels click a little heavier.

You go back to work, but you notice your chair seems lower than it was this morning. You have to adjust your monitor to see the screen.

And later, when you go to the restroom, you catch your reflection—and for just a second, you see someone else standing behind you. Tall, curvy, smiling.

You spin around. No one's there.

But your reflection seems shorter than you are. Just slightly, but enough to notice.