The Lovers Quarrel was a brothel, to put it as bluntly as possible. Sure, it presented itself as a simple exhibit of gambling and mature content, but it was known and was famous for the woman it employs. For those women were not your everyday girl, and they didn’t mean on the race spectrum.
 
 
Brianna was the smallest woman at 9ft tall and was the one to welcome in the guests. “Welcome to the Lovers Quarrel, where each service is special! Please be sure to check out our new tables where we have added, where we responded to your feedback!” She was all smiles, waving in the hoard of people that were funneling in to be away from the setting sun. Sunday evenings were the busiest shift and Brianna knew that her co-workers were going to be stretched to their limits after a freezing week.
 
 
Josefine followed her usual route, her 3 meter large tray carrying a dozen meals and drinks at the same time. Trixy, her supervisor, was riding it, waiting for Josefine to set the tray down before doing the finer movements of passing the items out to the guests. Josefine felt like a fancy car, all eyes on her body as she essentially paced between the kitchen and each of the raised platforms that came up to the chest of her 30ft frame. Each platform was a table, the bridges that allowed them access extending or receding at a press of a button; there have been moments where Josefine had nearly run into them.
 
 
Nora leaned against the pole and dragged herself down, making sure to wave her butt just like she was taught. There were cheers and whistles from above her, the horny guests getting riled up as Nora stood up and dragged her hand across her chest, letting her bra snap against her breasts and sending a ripple in the fat. She was already 40 minutes into her striptease and despite her doing this several times a week, they didn’t seem to grow tired of the 130ft tall woman who was surrounded by platforms and hanging seats. Nora kept the smile on her face even though the spotlights probably couldn’t reveal her true feelings, all they saw was the strip show.
 
 
And in the darkness of the backrooms, the true money was being made. Fariba was lying prone, trying her best to appear excited and horny as the woman on top of her kept grinding on her stomach, the dildo digging under her ribs. This woman was a regular, getting off on degrading Fariba to nothing more than a sex toy; she apparently felx empowered by degrading someone 3 times her size.
 
 
Fariba felt the woman climax and fall on her chest, breathing heavily between Fariba’s breasts. Now that she was done, Fariba knew that she was to get ready for a bunch of verbal abuse during which Fariba was expected to take it meekly. After all, the customer was always right as the boss said.
 
 
“Fuck, Fariba, are you getting fatter? You are letting yourself go, no one will be interested in you now.” The client pulled herself up Fariba’s body, Fariba winching as she pulled on her skin the wrong way. “But you will always have me, only as long as you know that I am the master and you are the bitch. Am I clear?”
 
 
“Yes, master,” Fariba said, making sure to portray the broken and abused face. Beneath it, Fariba groaned. She knew that her job was wish fulfillment in the adult degree, but it’s been weeks of this degrading and abusive experience. There was no such thing as HR in this profession and any time Fariba brought it up to her boss she was told to endure it.
 
 
“Now, clean this up.” Fariba waited until the client got off of her before getting up and doing what was asked of her. As she was bending over to organize the sex toys, Fariba felt a sharp pain on her back and a crack of the whip. Fariba sucked her breath in through her teeth, feeling the blood starting to leak out.
 
 
“Come on bitch, keep working.”
 
 
Fariba felt something snap within her. This had gone on long enough. The rules about not harming a client, which were put in place specifically because of the size differences between them and the workers, be damned, Fariba wasn’t going to be subjected to this torture-porn anymore. Standing straight and letting the gathered toys fall to the ground, Fariba turned to tower over the client, who didn’t get the hint yet.
 
 
“What are you doing, slave? Get back to work-” Fariba cut her off, grabbing her by the face and lifting her up to her face, staring into her eyes.
 
 
“I am not a toy. I am not a doll. And I am not a thing for you to vent against.” Fariba crossed the room in 3 steps and sat the client on the bed, her fingers still choking her out. Fariba ignored the fear on her face. “Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”
 
 
Fariba pinned the woman to the bed and turned around, presenting her ass to her. She had no lube or experience in this field, but at this point Fariba didn’t care. She was horny, frustrated, and had an instrument of her pain in front of her.
 
 
Fariba pressed herself onto the woman, feeling the vibration as she screamed. Letting out a moan of satisfaction, Fariba pushed harder, feeling her anus stretching to take in her head. Fariba plunged her fingers into her vagina, allowing the fluids to flow out and coat her new butt-food. Starting to bounce, Fariba slowly devoured the smaller woman, feeling her gut expand and flex to fit her in.
 
 
The woman resisted or course, but all it did was turn Fariba on more. Wrapping an arm around her swollen gut, Fariba lifted it up and lay on the bed, feeling the woman’s toes kicking at her cheeks before getting slurped up as well. Fariba reached past her gut and returned to masturbating, feeling her gut begin to process the woman.
 
 
Just as she climaxed, arching her back and letting out a scream of pleasure, the door was kicked open, two bouncers bursting in and looking around the room. As Fariba got her mind back in the room and instinctively covered herself, she saw her boss walk in, her petite frame being dwarfed even by her sitting on the bed.
 
 
“Fariba, I hope that you remember that we have cameras in every room. You know, for security reasons?” Fariba’s boss looked sternly at her and specifically the large gut she was sporting.
 
 
There was a stretch of silence, the two women staring at each other while the bouncers stood awkwardly, not quite sure what to do in this moment. But eventually, the boss sighed, walking up to get a better line of sight to Fariba.
 
 
“I’m glad that you have stood up for yourself, I should not have allowed things to escalate this far. But if I allowed everyone to behave like you did, the entire brothel would get shut down and, at best, you would all be arrested for life.” Her boss turned and gestured for the bouncers to follow. “I’ll ignore it this time, but be smarter next time. I know she was cruel, but I think most of us would agree that you were cruel right back.”
 
 
The door closed behind them, leaving Fariba to digest in peace. The boss knew that hiring Giantesses was a risk with the difference in power structure, but with Macrophilia on the rise, she had decided it was worth the risk.
 
 
And she would brush this incident under the rug in order to keep it afloat.