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A #!!giantess Adventure
Scott Grildrig
09-Feb-1997
Disclaimer: This is not an ideal story to share with the family around the
fireplace. Children and small pets should steer clear of this thing, and focus
on their Barney neurosis's. Enjoy…
It is a dark and stormy night…. The author, pleased with his originality, looks
about for the next line, and finds it under the dresser playing tag with the
dust bunnies. Realizing that his audience is wavering, the panicky wordsmith
refers to his carefully garnished crib-sheet, and howls in frustration. Who is
the miserable twit who decided to write wrong handed on a white piece of paper
with yellow highlighter? With much beating of head against the table the author
works to recreate the mode of sensory shutdown responsible for his dictational
debacle, and is pleased to report that with blurred vision he can now clearly
make out the word: XYZZY. This tale is the result of that unceasing physical
abuse…
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"* Goddess-Amy has enough little guy shims for her left foot while her nails
dry…"
"* Caylea is playing a very one sided game of tag with several little men…"
"* Viner is chatting with chops, when she should be studying… :-)"
"* ChantiliLace lures Ken\ and Brainiac with carefully tossed bits of dark
chocolate…"
"* Silkylegs is luring Ken\ back her way with carefully shown bits of silky
leg…"
"* Theexotic lifts her locket to admire Erick2 and Bsteen…"
"* Lorilei is raiding #!!getsmall (third time today), you can hear the screams
in #!!giantess …"
The IRC scintillated with conversation, happy little electrons hastened hither
and thither delivering their precious cargo of words with all the technical
prowess of the Internet. In other words, the channel sporadically lagged out,
locked up and split twelve ways, and people soundly cursed DALnet whilst they
reestablished communication.
"Hi. Hi. HiHi. Hello. Hi'ya. Howdy. Aloha…" The hail of hellos heated up until
the group mended its Internetal wounds with a plethora of greetings and wb's.
"
"
GAAAAAA-ZAP!!!
DALnet folded up like a cheap deck chair.
"Hi. Hi. HiHi. Hello. Hi'ya. Howdy. Aloha." The group reloaded itself, then
(metaphorically) cast about in confusion, until Steven_p, in a tone that would
have done Spock proud, shouted in dismay: "THE WOMEN!"
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ChantiliLace was surrounded. Surrounded by buildings. Surrounded by cars.
Surrounded by people. This was not to her liking, not being able to move around.
She looked up at the starry sky, a lone airplane winked its way across the
heavens, dragging its roar behind it; no escape there. Her eyes flipped from
side to side, her heartbeat quickened, she had to get out. She wanted her
Imtooshort. She drew breath, bent forward and shouted: "Move out of my
way…NOW!!!" Her eyes crackled like azure lightning.
There was a moment of appalled silence. The people stared up at Lace. Lace
stared down at the people. Suddenly the crowds started to surge away. You could
hear the people speaking as they hastened to clear the streets: "Yes, Ma'am.
Moving. Right away."
"Faster!" she commanded.
"Faster. Yup. Moving faster." The crowds melted away like ice from a hot oven.
Lace composed herself, tugged down on her white miniskirt, shifted her blouse
with it's black trim and golden buttons, and combed her fingers through her
strawberry blonde hair. She strode with dignity down the tiny streets, her five
hundred foot tall frame filling the avenues, her eyes searching for Imtooshort's
building. She was upset and needed cuddling, but when she came to the building,
there was no evidence of her little lover's presence. Unpleased by the turn of
events, she grasped the skyscraper between her hands and yanked it up from its
foundation. Concrete and steel rained down upon her feet as she lifted the
building and peered into Imtooshort's office window. Chaos greeted her regard,
tiny people flailing in a storm of flying office furniture, but no sign of her
beau. Then a wild honking drew her attention, she looked down, and delightfully
slammed the building back down on its foundations, leaving it somewhat askew.
Bending down she grasped and lifted Imtooshort's blue Impala, and held it up so
she could peer in. Her tiny man waved uncertainly to her, then smiled and waved
more vigorously as she blew him a little kiss. Her long giantess legs soon took
them both far from the city…
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Viner stood in the lake, and mused upon the strange turn her life had taken.
She had been chatting on her PC. Someone named '
She almost dropped it when she peered into the wheel-house and saw its tiny
crew.
They were perfectly tiny little men. Perfectly tiny terrified little men to be
more accurate, and Viner carefully set the tug back into the water and watched
it weave away erratically. For the first time she really took a look around, and
in growing amazement. Everything was lit by the full moon, adding an eerieness
to the whole spectacle. She was standing on the verges of a harbor leading into
what appeared to be her home city of Minneapolis, and she stood there for a long
moment just gazing at the tiny boats milling about upon the water.
The boat operators for their part were mesmerized by Viner.
She stood in water more than two hundred feet deep, and it only reached to her
thighs. Her tan body soared into the sky. She wore a scanty pair of shorts, and
a loose purple top. Her long hair stirred in the breeze coming off the lake. She
seemed lost in thought, and the boats began to slow and stop in the water,
watching to see what she would do next.
They didn't have to wait long.
Viner smiled at a sudden thought. Maybe if she went to her house, she could find
a way to get to her PC, and figure out what happened. And with that in mind she
waded towards the docks, intent on getting home. Her sudden movement startled
the crud out of the countless little boats, which bumped into each other in
their hurry to escape. Not that they could have escaped, or even had need to,
because Viner took a path that was clear of obstructions, leading to an
abandoned section of the docks. Which was just as well, because when she stepped
out of the water her bare feet crunched the wood planking and concrete piers
with the same effort as stepping on a stack of crackers. Looming over the docks
and quays, her wet legs glistening in the moonlight, she headed towards the
city…
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Amy rolled over and into the in-ground pool. Water fountained out onto the deck
and she whooped and reached out with both arms.. Her hands struck ground on both
sides, her feet were still dry, and her green eyes darkened as she wondered what
the hell was going on. Grasping for better purchase her hand closed upon
something small which bent and crumbled. Glancing to her right she frowned at
the tiny lawn chair she was holding in her hand. Her eyebrows raised slowly, and
she dropped the broken thing and lifted herself out of the pool, which wasn't
small; sixty feet long if she remembered right, yet it was big enough to hold
only a portion of her body. A quick measure by sight and she figured she was
about one hundred feet tall. She looked down. She was still wearing her body
stocking, the black one, which did little more than obscure her lovely body. Ah,
the risks of living comfortably. Her full, round breasts shifted heavily as she
bent forward and tried to squeeze out some of the water. The damp material clung
to her like a second skin, hiding even less than usual, but it would dry out
quickly. Looking at her feet she noticed tiny dark lines radiating away from her
heel and toes. Shifting her foot, she watched as cracks shot out in the concrete
as it fractured under her weight. No doubt about it, she was a big lady. She
poked idly at the patio furniture with her long toes, and wondered just what the
hell was going on. One glance at the house made it clear that she wasn't going
in through the front door, but hunkering down on her knees she was able to
glance in the window. Her computer equipment had looked better, blue smoke
curled up from the PC, and the telephone line was a black sooty line across the
floor. She leaned forward and rested her head against the house. Chicago. Just
before everything had gone weird, the last chat had come from someone named
Chicago. Amy pursed her lips and stood up, towering over her former residence,
the lights of Atlanta burned in the distance. It was time to go traveling…
--- : --- : ---
Lorilei towered eighty feet over the rows of suburban homes, her blonde hair
stirring in the warm night air. She was staring down at her high heeled sandals,
which were brightly illuminated by the street lights. Her head felt a bit muzzy,
and she was only just beginning to appreciate that there had been a significant
change in her standing in the world. She felt rather like Alice: adrift without
the benefit of logic and proportion. The word 'Chicago' floated up into her
memory, that was it, she had to get there; but first she wanted a look around.
Reaching down, she smoothed out her short black dress against the tugging of the
breeze so she could get a better look at her feet. It took her a moment to
resolve her bird's eye view into a line of parked vehicles. Her eyes widened as
she compared a miniature Chevy truck against the length of her foot. She tapped
her foot, and the truck bounced, she tapped harder, and the truck heaved and
lurched on its springs in time to her beat. A slow, evil grin spread joyously
across her lovely face, and she twisted her foot, placing the little truck under
her sole.
As she stepped down slowly upon the vehicle she noticed a tiny man to her left,
standing under a tree. He wasn't watching her, he was watching her shoe as it
slowly pressed down upon the tiny truck. Lorilei smiled and took her time. She
felt the tiny cab press against her sole, felt the truck settle onto its
springs, heard it groaning as she applied more pressure. There was a tinkling
crash, and shards of glass sprayed out from under her shoe as the windows blew
out. Lorilei smiled, she wasn't even breaking a sweat as she wrecked her little
play toy. She went on to flatten the tiny truck in earnest, and the sound of
grinding and breaking metal was delightful to hear. The tires burst with sharp
rifle cracks, and Lorilei pressed the truck flat, and grinned as the tarmac
shattered and sank under her weight. Lifting up her left foot she spun around on
her toes, grinding the compacted truck into the road. She stopped herself with
her left foot pointing straight at the little man who was watching her.
"You might as well come out," she told him. "You won't like it if I come to get
you."
The tiny man hesitated, then stepped out, and Lorilei laughed when she saw him.
"Loki, you idiot, what are you doing?"
"Just watching," he answered, his hands folded in front of himself in a awkward
manner.
"Liar," said Lorilei, and she poked him with the toe of her shoe, sending him
tumbling ass over teakettle. Raising her shoe she stepped down, catching him
under the arch of her high heel. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't step on
you, just to feel how you crunch."
Loki was too distracted by her shoe hovering over him to answer.
Lorilei laughed and pirouetted upon her toe, and was pleasantly surprised to
find herself growing, rising into the night. Growing from eighty feet to
something around two hundred. Dropping her left foot with a shock that shook the
earth, she moved her dress to peer down at Loki.
"Oh, icky, look at the little bug," she grinned, and tipped her shoe on its heel
and held her sole above the tiny man. Loki was mesmerized, his eyes never
straying from the tan bottom of her shoe. "Shouldn't you be running, little
bug?" asked Lorilei, and she began to lower her foot.
Loki moved backwards, but slowly, far too slowly.
"Too bad, little bug," grinned Lorilei, and she lowered her foot more, pinning
Loki to the ground. She bet he half expected that she wouldn't do it. That was
his mistake, and she cruelly pressed down until his body burst beneath her shoe
with a noisome little crunch.
Lorilei grinned widely as she casually smeared Loki across the ground, crushing
a little man was way better than bugs. She was going to Chicago, maybe just to
step on it…
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Caylea lay flat upon a grassy field, wondering what was wrong; besides the fact
that a moment ago she had been typing away at her machine, and was now outside –
somewhere. The grass felt strangely silken beneath her fingers, impossibly soft
and fine. She remembered nothing. There had been a flash, and now she was here.
Where? She lifted herself up, and suddenly wasn't alone. She was in a village
park, surrounded by high trees; their canopy blocking the light of the full
moon. In front of her a man stood with his back against the truck of a stately
tree. She peered down at him, and blinked, then her jaw dropped.
"Oh, cool," she breathed. She was about thirty-five feet tall, and the little
man was so small and delicate. Hesitatingly, she reached out with her hand,
wanting to touch him, to lend reality to the situation. The little man shrank
from her and she stopped, not wanting to harm him.
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "It's just so unreal." And she placed her hand
upon the ground. Suddenly the little man let out a whoop!, darted forward and
leapt upon her left hand. Caylea started and almost flung him off, then narrowed
her eyes and peered closer at him. "Tinywulf?" He jauntily waved up at her, and
she rewarded him with a smile fit to melt cold stone. "Fancy meeting you here."
"It wasn't my idea," he said.
"No?" Caylea asked, and she shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting
back, smoothing her white dress down, her high heel shoes bracketing Tinywulf.
"Any idea who did?" But Tinywulf was distract by her shoes, glancing from side
to side; he started as he realized she was addressing him.
"Um, sorry?"
Caylea smirked, and reaching down removed her shoes, setting them to her side.
Then she brought her bare feet together, catching Tinywulf between her long
toes. "Do I have your attention now?" she purred sweetly.
"Yes," squeaked Tinywulf, and he coughed and spoke in a deeper voice, "Yes,
Caylea."
"Oh, good. Now, do you have any idea what happened?" And she wriggled her toes.
Tinywulf tried, he really, really tried to focus on the question, while Caylea
gripped and hugged him and massaged his little body. "Chicago!" He blurted out.
Caylea raised an eyebrow. "Chicago?" Then it came back to her, the channel, the
nickname, that enigmatic message. "Who is Chicago?"
"I don't know, but he said he was there."
Caylea nodded her head slowly, then reached over and picked up her shoes. "Then
that is where I'm going."
"Can I come too?" asked Tinywulf.
"Certainly, darling," and she released him and stood up.
She rose out of the shadows cast by the trees and emerged into the moonlight.
Without warning the world zoomed away. Caylea rocked on her heels, made dizzy by
her sudden, unexpected growth. Trees that had towered above her now reached no
higher than her ankles. Looking down she saw that Tinywulf had fallen over
backwards trying to follow her explosive growth. She stared down at him at
something of a loss, which was unusual for her. There was no reason not to go to
Chicago, more reason in fact; and no reason not to take Tinywulf with her. And
yet he was so preciously small, she didn't want to imperil him. She glanced
around for inspiration, and her eyes settled upon her shoes. Lifting the right
shoe, she looked inside and smiled. There was a small leather insert in the sole
which bore the trademark of the manufacturer. Dropping her left shoe, which
startled the daylights out of Tinywulf, Caylea worked on her right shoe, and
managed to pry the label out with her fingernail, leaving a small cavity in the
bottom of the shoe. Caylea set the shoe down and offered Tinywulf her finger to
give him a boost. Without saying a word she set him down in the heel of the
shoe.
Tinywulf looked around. The sides of the shoe rose up like vast bulwarks leading
down into the darkness of the sole and toes. The leather beneath his feet felt
soft and yielding. Before him the inside of the shoe sloped steeply, and he
cautiously approached it. Caylea's intentions had eluded him, but when he saw
the space she had created for him he cried out "Yes!" and threw caution to the
winds and leapt down the arch to the midpoint, where he tumbled into the
depression. It was a great fit, and he laid himself out in it, head up, arms at
his sides, and looked up. He saw Caylea's smiling face, then a shadow passed
between then, casting him into darkness as her toes appeared and moved closer.
The shoe rocked slightly, and air rushed past him as her toes descended past him
into the front of the shoe. He sensed more than saw the ball of her foot slide
over him, then her soft, wrinkled sole; and the shoe trembled and swayed, then
steadied as she finished slipping her foot into it. The air whooshed aside from
the sudden rise in pressure, and suddenly Tinywulf's lair had a roof. There
could be no escape, and he froze in a sudden claustrophobic panic. Just what the
hell was he doing, this was no game, and Caylea could crush him like an ant. But
his cubby was secure, filled with the scent of leather mingled with the
sweetness of Caylea's sole. He reached out and touched her with his hands,
feeling her warmth. He kissed her sole. Suddenly there was a movement, the shoe
slammed up beneath him, pressing him back into it. The acceleration shifted
towards his feet, and his guts lurched as he went into free-fall, then landed
with a jolt and Caylea's sole pressed down into his cubby, sandwiching him
between the leather and her flesh. There was a respite, then it began again:
Caylea was walking, and the ride was incredible. Tinywulf abandoned himself to
the sensation, hugged in the darkness again and again.
Caylea smiled down at him from high overhead.
Lifting her foot, she carefully slipped her foot into the shoe, and Tinywulf
vanished from her sight. Standing very still she slowly shifted her weight onto
her shoe. A light tickle upon her sole made her smile, and she relaxed and her
shoe sank into the ground as it received the rest of her weight. Looking up at
the stars she hunted down the two dippers, and started off north, taking care
where she walked…
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Silkylegs stared up at the night sky, the stars burned and pulsed in the
heavens, but she took scant notice of them. She had been at home chatting on her
machine, killing time between parties, when there came a flash and…and now she
was outside. Somewhere close by she heard the wind rustling in leaves, though it
sounded strangely close. Sitting up she looked around and gasped. Ahead of her
was the ocean, breaking calmly against the coast, gently rocking the sailing
vessels in a nearby harbor. Around her were palm trees, ordered to the tastes of
a suburban area, with cars in their driveways and houses with their lights on.
But it was wrong: everything was out of scale, small, tiny, insignificant. The
palm trees were so delicate that she was able to pluck one up with no more
moment than a flower. Tossing it aside she reached for one of the closer
vehicles, a mini-van. The car felt slightly heavier than she expected it to be,
but it was no effort at all for her to lift it, and she looked it over in the
moonlight, mesmerized by exquisite detail; no mere model could be so perfect.
She was enjoying a pleasant buzz from her drinking at the first party, so the
reality of her situation was slow in coming, but as she looked at the car she
began to believe: "I am a giantess."
That thought was too delicious for words, and she dropped the mini-van and
looked around behind her; off in the distance blazed the lights of Los Angeles.
Silk's face lit up, and she rose to her feet in one fluid motion. Looking down
she smoothed out her dress. She was dressed to party, no reason to waste the
chance, and she started towards the beckoning city. People fled from their homes
as the earth shook, and stared up in amazement as she strode into the distance…
--- : --- : ---
Theexotic stared down at the little car blaring its horn at her red shoes with
the spike heels. The guy was either drunk or unremittingly stupid, maybe both,
and the two hundred fifty foot tall beauty had no reason to tolerate any of it.
When she left the little car a moment later it looked like a Swiss cheese, it
had so many huge holes in it. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but the
lofty perspective was refreshing, and she was enjoying herself. For a long while
she contented herself looking down at the world, at the tiny cars moving through
the tiny streets, and the tiny homes and the tiny trees and the tiny tiny
people. It seemed strange that no one was paying attention to her, but it was
dark, and people have a unique way of overlooking the obvious.
She remembered seeing the nickname 'Chicago'. That didn't seem very helpful, but
maybe going there would help. Whatever came, she wanted to enjoy her new size,
first. It was a happy chance that she was wearing her black spandex pants with
the matching grey silk top. Around her neck hung a locket. She felt sexy and
dangerous, and she was on the hunt to fill her trinket with some tiny guys. She
entered deeper into the city…
--- : --- : ---
Lorilei approached Miami from the south, five-hundred feet tall, slowly rising
above the horizon, shaking the earth beneath her. At first her eyes were only on
the city, bright with anticipation as she crossed through the miniature suburbs,
oblivious to the crunching of homes and trees beneath her high-heeled sandals.
But as she came closer, it became apparent that there was more to the picture.
Her first clue was the hundreds of tracers arrowing towards her, her second was
the interesting sensation of being under heavy fire. It didn't hurt, but it was
annoying, and her dress was being soiled. Lorilei had a very simple way of
treating with little annoyances. It started with a two miniature jeeps, advance
scouts, barreling down the highway back towards the city. Her shoe, a black
strap sandal with a solid four inch heel slammed down upon the weaving vehicles,
instantly compressing them into the tarmac, which cracked loudly and sank into
the earth. Without hesitating Lorilei closed upon the countless tanks, rocket
launchers and infantry, and gleefully began to crush them: sometimes tapping
them with her toes. Sometimes stomping hard on them. She spotted one tiny
soldier fleeing from her left shoe. She stomped her foot, and the ground lurched
beneath the man and he fell. As he looked up, he found himself making eye
contact with the beautiful giantess, and he turned pale with fear. Lorilei
smiled down at him, placed the toe of her shoe upon the ground far ahead of him.
He turned to look, and watched as the sole of her shoe came down far ahead of
him. It wasn't until it was too late that he thought to look up, and screamed in
gut clenching terror.
KER-runch! Lorilei grinned and pressed her heel deep into the ground, then went
in search of more prey. She was cruelty incarnate, sometimes just lightly
touching the fleeing men with her feet, and letting their broken little bodies
writhe in agony before squishing them like ants. And she laughed at them,
sometimes mockingly, sometimes just with delight at her power and meanness.
Within a short period of time she reduced the army to dollops of crushed metal
and grease stains. Then she entered the city.
Cars and people filled the streets, honking horns and screaming in the midst of
dozens of traffic jams. Lorilei came upon one of the larger vehicular melees and
leaned up against a skyscraper to watch. Suddenly a strange, eerie silence
descended as the little people spotted her, and wondered what she was intending
to do. Lorilei smiled sweetly at them, and raising her right foot, placed it
flat against the building behind her. People in the structure stared in
wonderment at the bottom of her high heel, but Lorilei's attention was upon the
tiny cars and people.
"Does anyone here want to show me around the city?" she asked.
The people didn't budge, frozen as deer under headlights.
Lorilei frowned prettily. "Too bad, I guess I'll have to look around for
myself," and she pressed back with her right foot and thrust her heel into the
building, slaughtering those foolish enough not to have fled. With a single slow
continuous motion she drove her heel down through the little skyscraper, gouging
a massive furrow through it, gutting it. Then she started walking towards the
tiny cars and people. Metallic crunches and gurgling shrieks greeted her every
step. Sometimes she toppled buildings. The smaller ones were a treat to kick,
since they exploded like bombs. But all of this fun was a lot of work. Lorilei
grinned and hoped the locals appreciated the effort she was putting into
crushing their pathetic little berg. Eventually, she had wrought enough mayhem
that she yearned for someplace a bit more intact.
Lorilei left the ruins of Miami behind her, and made her way north, striding up
the coast, wrecking havoc wherever she appeared, and as she had her fun she
continued to grow, looming ever larger over the tiny world spread out before her
cruel feet.
Fort Lauderdale: Crunch, crunch, crunch…hahaha.
Palm Beach: Stomp, stomp, stomp…bwahahahaha.
Stuart, Fort Pierce, Vero Beach: Kick, stomp, jump, crunch…muahahahaha.
The people around those parts learned three things about Lorilei: she was
gigantic, she was sadistic, and she enjoyed herself to an extent that was simply
terrifying.
Those little tidbits of knowledge weren't particularly useful to Orlando or
Disney world. The Disney executives watched in horror as the thousand foot tall
giantess ate into their profits with every incredible step. Thousands of
visitors, convinced Lorilei was some kind of special effect, ran towards her
instead of any from her (not that it probably mattered), she was only too happy
to greet them with the bottom of her shoes. Two years later the Disney execs
recouped most of their losses with their sixtieth full length Disney animation:
"Girl's Town". Lorilei was scarcely recognizable in the movie, which featured a
talking Kuala, a brace of singing guppies, and a schmaltzy plot.
But that was in the far future. In the near future Lorilei continued north, and
was nearly two miles tall when she arrived on the outskirts of Atlanta. The
inhabitants of the city were not pleased: three disasters in one year were three
two many. Though most were at least fleetingly happy when Lorilei smeared the
Olympic Village under her shoes. Lorilei wasn't even aware that she had trodden
on the thing. Her attention was focused on the delightfully tiny 'high-rises'
before her. She'd always wanted to stomp flat several buildings at once, and now
it seemed she'd have her chance.
With one hand upon her hip, and one at her side, she set her high heel on the
edge of the business section, and slowly lowered the sole of her shoe onto the
roofs and spires of the tiny skyscrapers. Those people underneath witnessed a
view without compare. The tan bottom of her shoe cast a black shadow that the
makers of Independence Day could only dream of. The ground trembled even though
all she sought was to maintain her balance.
When the sole of her sole touched the first skyscrapers, people could see (those
who were watching, instead of screaming and running) the tops of the structures
crumbling, raining debris onto the streets far below. Some buildings shifted on
their foundations and crashed down onto the city. Some buildings distorted,
their infrastructures bursting out from within, twisted steel skeletons bending
and scrunching under her foot. Some buildings broke more easily than others,
their facades avalanching onto the people below. Some were more resilient, and
the strongest ones didn't just break or topple – they exploded.
And while all this cruel mayhem was taking place, while Lorilei's shoe kept
descending, kept crushing the buildings down, demolishing the city with all the
ease of snapping a twig, she could be heard chuckling, enjoying this minor (to
her) show of her power. Those people who escaped from the ruin of Atlanta were
not spared. Some few had the honor of feeling Lorilei's unimaginably huge foot
actually touch them, press down upon them, unstoppable, implacable, cold and
cruel as it snuffed out their tiny lives, and compressed them deep into the
bedrock that was beneath the city.
It only took a few steps to complete her sport. That and the pleasure of
stirring her heel in amongst the wreck and rubble. Soon, nothing remained of the
city but a smoking wasteland. Lorilei smirked at her mischief, and went in
search of fresh victims…
--- : --- : ---
ChantiliLace paused and looked around. In an hour of walking she had carried
Imtooshort and his car far into the countryside. Forested hills rolled gently
away from her in all directions, save to her right, where a wide meadow flowed
down to a still lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Smiling happily she crossed
the meadow and set the auto down near to the water's edge. Then she laid herself
down and rested her chin upon her arms and waited. Imtooshort, no fool he,
hunted the radio for some appropriate music. The flitting strains of a Spanish
guitar filled the night air and wafted across the lake. Climbing out of the car,
he walked towards his colossal love, and Lace smiled sweetly at him as he
approached. She dipped her head when he was close enough, and sighed as she felt
his hands upon her lips. Then he kissed her.
There, on that strange night, the moonlight spoke its magic, and Lace's eyes
widened as she felt Imtooshort press against her lips with increasing strength.
It happened fast, but not too fast. The lovers kissed and Lace watched in wonder
as Imtooshort began to outgrow his name. Reaching up he was able to hold her
face in his tiny hands. Lace had to lift herself, slowly rising to her knees,
while Imtooshort found he had to fall to his. Lace found herself looking into
the twinkling eyes of her lover, and hers fluttered to half-lid as she sighed
happily and threw herself into the kiss.
They sat by the side of the lake, holding hands. Imtooshort had moved his car
from the waterline to a place by the trees "Could put the tow-trucks out of
business," he chuckled. Lace laughed with him and snuggled closer. "Careful
there," he warned, you'll heat me up.
Lace emphasized her snuggle with a wriggle. "Let's go for a swim," she said
suddenly.
"Forgot my suit," he said.
"Good," she answered, and she began to unbutton his shirt.
Not one to fly in the face of good fortune, he returned the favor, unbuttoning
Lace's blouse. Slowly, deliberately, they striped each other naked, then with a
laugh Lace dashed into the lake, sending up a vast plume of crashing spray and
foam.
"How's the water?" he asked her as she paddled about in the deeper parts.
"Oh, splendid," she said. "So warm and nice. Join me."
Her beau stood up and all but leaped into the water, disappeared beneath the
surface. When he emerged a moment later, he let out a whoop! that echoed for
miles. "It's so cooooold," he shivered. Lace laughed and splashed water at him,
he growled and splashed back, and soon the air was full of water and giggles.
Suddenly Lace realized that her target was missing. She glanced around as the
water settled back down to their still repose.
Suddenly firm fingers danced their way up her thighs, across her belly and up
her back. Lace shrieked as Imtooshort surfaced behind her and tickled her
unmercifully. Not to be outdone she repaid him in measure and soon the forest
were echoing with cries of "Gotcha!" and "Nono, not that!"
Playful as otters the giant and the giantess sported in the lake, and the
tickles became caresses and the cries became soft words, and the pair resumed
their kiss…
--- : --- : ---
Amy strode purposefully into Atlanta. Her lips spread in a smile of eager
anticipation as she herded thousands of tiny people ahead of her stockinged
feet. The little people were so small, so delicate, so…well…crushable. She felt
a thrill of cruel power course through her body. She was a goddess
Amy reached out with her stockinged foot and placed it in the midst of the
shrieking, panicking little people. She paused when she felt their tiny hands
beating desperately against her sole, it felt delicious, but she didn't want any
of them to escape, and she gently pressed down with her foot, effortlessly
pressing them all down against the pavement. Tiny people around the sides of her
foot tried to get away, but the crowd was too dense, and they couldn't escape
far enough.
Amy smiled, "Don't worry," she promised. "You will all get a turn," and she
stepped down. Miniature bodies exploded beneath her heels and toes, and squished
nicely against her sole. She grinned fiercely as her foot sank into the tarmac,
and warm gore welled up. It felt good, standing there on her first victims, and
she wriggled and curled her toes. But there were so many more. With a laugh of
delight she began to slowly dance a sexy bump and grind, her hands raised and
swaying, her body undulating as she let her feet have their way with the tiny,
helpless mobs of people. Amy was in rapture, and she playfully bumped the
buildings with her hips, giggling when they broke and caved in. Lurid flames
rose into the night, and the air was full of scream and sirens. Amy spotted some
people diving into a car near her right foot. She waited expectantly until it
began to move, then placed her foot atop it. She could feel the tiny thing
vibrating against the ball of her foot, so small and helpless. She pressed down
slowly, forcing the roof down on the little men, trapping them, terrifying them
until she crushed them and their puny vehicle like a bug. That was nice, but she
wanted to see their expressions for herself, so she could better experiance
their terror. So instead of stepping on the next car, she bent down and roughly
grabbed it, lifting it and it's tiny occupants into the night sky. Holding it
before her face, she peered in the little windshield at the people huddled
within. "I want one of you to get out – now," she commanded. The men just stared
back at her. Amy frowned. "I said now, and I mean now," she growled, and she
lightly pressed down in the roof, dimpling it inwards. There was some frantic
motion in the car, the rear driver's side door kicked open and a little man fell
out. Someone grabbed the door and pulled it shut. Amy lifted the car with her
left hand, holding it lightly in her fist, while she intently regarded the
little man in the palm of her hand. He cowered and tried to hide from her
scrutiny, and she laughed down at him. Raising him to her lips she whispered
huskily, "Worship me, and I may let you live." And she traced her tongue around
him, then on an impulse bent her head and took him into her mouth. He shrieked
and flailed wildly within her mouth, and she played with him roughly with her
tongue, then gently spat him back into her hand. She grinned down at him.
"You're cute," she said gently. He looked up, trembling with fear, but looking
hopeful. "I think I have a crush on you," she said, and she curled her fingers
into a fist. She felt him writhing within her grasp before she tightened her
grip and crunched him. "Oh, silly me," she giggled, "I meant I have a crush for,
you." She tossed the broken little body away, and lifted the car.
"That wasn't very nice, pushing him out of the car," she scolded them. "He was
crushed," she added with a wry grin. "And now it's your turn." And she laughed
with pleasure at the squalling terror of the tiny men as she slowly compressed
the car with her fingers. She could see them pounding against the car roof as it
inexorably closed down upon them, she could feel the tiny vibrations with her
fingertips, but their strength was nothing besides hers. Amy licked her lips and
pressed down, completing the crush, watching them die; then nonchalantly balled
the car up in her fist like tinfoil, and tossed it aside. With a whoop! she
stomped her feet in the still churning crowds playing rough with her toys, until
she noticed a bus, and with a feral gleam in her eyes she advanced upon it. It
barely fit beneath her foot, but it flattened nicely. The smashed bus had the
last laugh though, her stocking snagged upon the little thing, and tore a wide
rip from which her toes emerged. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she found a
clear spot and sat down to examine the damage. A long strip of material had been
hopelessly damaged. She pulled at the material and pushed her bare foot through
the hole.
Glancing around she spotted a car and picked it up. Smashing it against the
pavement she created an edge sharp enough to cut the material so it fit nicely
around her ankle, then she did the same for the other side. She slipped once,
and was surprised to notice that she was undamaged. Indeed, she had to bang the
car against the ground to recreate her makeshift knife. Feeling both big and
invulnerable, she leaned back against the building behind her, and glanced at
the tiny faces staring at her from the tiny buildings. With a mischievous grin
she placed her right foot flat against the face of the building, it felt cool
and fragile against her sole. She imagined all those tiny people, staring in awe
at the underside of her colossal bare foot, her long toes, her lovely sole, and
she grinned and slowly pressed her foot against the face of the building. The
glass and masonry resisted her at first, then with a booming crunch! great
cracks radiated outwards from all sides of her bare foot. Curling her toes, she
carefully tipped her ankle forwards and effortlessly forced her entire foot into
the building, then slowly straightened it up, demolishing the core of the
structure. She laughed at the sight of one of her toe nails through the tiny
windows, and she wriggled her toes. She felt something when she did that, and
clenching her toes lightly together she pulled her foot out of the building.
That was the final straw, and the whole structure slumped forward and noisily
avalanched into a pile of smoking rubble. But Amy's attention was centered on
her catch: two tiny men struggling between her big and second toes. She bent her
left leg up and set her right across it, and began to bounce her foot, giving
the tiny men the ride of their lives as they; laughing with delight as their
struggles escalated. She finally stopped and lifted her foot so that the two
tiny men were looking down at her. "Do you want me to let you go?" she asked
sweetly.
The two men nodded their heads, then started screaming "No!" as they thought
better about it.
"I am your goddess," she told them. "Worship my toes."
The men didn't hesitate, but began stroking and kissing the soft warm flesh
around them.
Amy smiled up at them, "Very good. Will you two do anything for your goddess?"
They nodded, never ceasing in their ministrations.
"Anything at all?" she drawled. Again they nodded. "Oh good," she breathed,
"Then squish nicely for me," and she licked her lips and slowly began to curl
her toes. The two tiny men shrieked and beat in vain against the her toes as
they closed in around them. Amy took her cruel time, slowly crushing the life
out of her little play toys, tightening her grip until their puny bodies yielded
to her cruel power with delicious little crunches. Then with a giggle she
flipped her foot and flung the broken little bodies away. Rising gracefully to
her bare feet she looked down at the hoards of tiny people that remained. "Okay,
who's next?" and she wriggled her lovely toes in anticipation…
--- : --- : ---
It was audition time for Theexotic. She was herding several thousand tiny people
down the streets of the city, and now had them bottled up in a cul-de-sac she
had improvised by toppling two buildings. She had grown some, and was on her
knees, sitting on her heels, sometimes leaning forward to peer into the crowd.
"You -- yes you -- the blonde; come here," she commanded, then waited
impatiently while the tiny man fought his way through the crowd and strode
forward. Theexotic liked his confidence. "Take off your shirt," she told him. He
did so and she reached out for him, brought him to her lips and gently rubbed
him back and forth, smearing red lipstick over his chest. "There, you have my
mark. Now you're mine," and she placed him in her locket, and forgot about him
while she looked for more.
The next man she selected came forward in a daze, and when she picked him up he
began shrieking and trying to burrow into the palm of her hand. "Calm down," she
ordered him. The wailing only escalated. With a sneer of disgust she whipped him
away. His tiny body slammed against a nearby building and splattered there, but
she was already selecting her next slave.
The guy was terrific looking, but he seemed very reluctant to climb into
Theexotic's open palm, and shrank back when she bent her head to mark him with
her lips. Lifting her head she raised her eyebrows. "Are you afraid of me?" she
asked. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't make you mine."
The little guy didn't hesitate, he pulled out his wallet and let drop a plastic
chain of pictures. Theexotic smiled sweetly at him, she didn't have to peer at
the microscopic photos. "Family man, hmmm?" she noted. He nodded. "Too bad,
you're real cute," and she gently ruffled his hair with her finger tip. "Okay,
take off. And say 'hi' to the family for me."
After that she found a lot more 'family' men. But she also hit pay-dirt,
including some surprises. "Bsteen?" she asked. The tiny man waved at her, and
was quickly transferred to her locket. The same went for Erick2, who pushed his
way to the front, and ran out, where others came forward only reluctantly.
Tinyboy was a bit of a holdout, and Thee caught him trying to sneak away. She
walked her fingers towards him, and barred his path. "Going somewhere?" she
asked. Tinyboy was still smiling apologetically as she dropped him into her
locket.
Soon she had a full stable of tiny men, and standing up, she strode off down the
streets. She wanted out of this city. It didn't take long for her to reach the
green flowing countryside, her footfalls causing the trees to shiver as she
passed. It's quiet peace was unbroken, until she heard the sound of an engine.
Pausing in mid-stride she looked around, unable to locate where it was coming
from, until without warning a little blue Dodge raced around the bend ahead of
her, glimmering in the moonlight. The car came to a rolling halt, and a tiny man
stepped out of the vehicle and waved. Theexotic narrowed her eyes, then began to
march forward; she recognized the little man.
Steven_p had seen Theexotic on the news, and decided to try and intercept her.
Finding her proved surprisingly easy, unfortunately, her approach, apart from
being magnificent and awesome, was also rather overwhelming. Steven staggered as
the ground shook, and the Dodge bounced upon it's shocks, and he hurriedly
opened the door and climbed back into the car.
Thee recognized him, and called out in a commanding voice, "Steven, stop!" But
Steven, rather intimidated by the high heel shoes bearing down on him, chose
valor over gallantry and put the Dodge's rear wheel drive to it's first, best
use. Dust flew as the car roared into reverse, just eluding Thee's questing
fingers as she snatched at the front of the vehicle. Weaving and sliding Steven
drove like a madman, with Thee in hot pursuit, until she gathered herself and
leapt over the tiny vehicle, her high heeled shoes rocking the earth as she
landed. Then, whether by design or by accident the car arrowed off the road,
narrowly missing her left foot. It crashed through the underbrush and bounced
out of sight under a stand of trees. Thee dropped to her knees, poking and
prodding at the foliage, but the car had vanished into the darkness, and only
silence answered her questions.
With some reluctance she continued on her way, walking down the country road,
admiring the enchanting vista. A magnificent lake, set within a viridian valley
looked delightfully inviting, and she headed towards it. The last several days
had been hot, and today was no exception Once arrived she knelt down and removed
her locket, then opened it and let free her stable of slaves.
"I've decided to relax in the water for a little bit. I want you with me, so
strip – now." And standing up she began to remove her clothes, draping them
across the canopies of nearby trees. A flicker of motion caught her eye, and she
slammed her bare foot down in front of a fleeing little man. Her foot sank deep
into the earth, and the little guy fell down and just stared at it.
"Don't rile me, Tinyboy" she told him gently. "You won't like it. Now, you want
to join the others and strip?"
Tinyboy couldn't obey fast enough.
She slipped into the water, and sighed happily. It wasn't deep enough to cover
her near the shore, but she was just looking for relief from heat. Turning her
head she glanced at the line of tiny, naked men. "Join me," she told them. And
they dashed into the water. Theexotic could hear them splashing and swimming
around her, a few aborted attempts were made to climb her arms and hair, but the
slopes were too steep or too slippery, and they failed over and over. After that
the sounds of splashing diminished and faded. Then she felt some gentle
questioning tugs at her pussy hairs.
"Make it quick," she ordered, and the little guys clambered up and onto her
belly. Theexotic relaxed and enjoyed the touch of tiny bare feet roaming around
her body. Some of the bolder ones dared to ascend her breasts, but even they
were too intimidated to do more than look around. She sighed contentedly, then
froze. Someone was still on land, watching her.
Under her half-lidded eyes she followed the motion through the trees, the men
walking upon her forgotten. The intruder tried to move stealthily from tree to
tree, but even by moonlight was sufficiently visible for Thee to track him as he
came closer and closer. A thought ran through Thee's mind, and she tensed,
waiting. The figure came closer, closer, and finally close enough.
Theexotic struck with a speed astonishing in one so gigantic. The tiny men upon
her naked body were unceremoniously tossed into the water, but Thee never
noticed as her hand crashed through a stand of bushes, and her long fingers
wrapped themselves around the startled tiny man. She pulled him out slowly, her
eyes dark and questioning, until she saw who she held.
"Steven!"
"Thee!"
"Why did you run?"
"I'm not sure," said Steven, in apologetic tones. "No, that's wrong; you
terrified me. I'm sorry, I came to try to help you then panicked and ran away.
Can you forgive me?"
Thee smiled with her eyes and purred softly, "I could never stay mad at you,
little man, and you did return to me. Good thing too," she said sternly "because
if I'd found you on my own I might not feel so generous; but whatever, you're
mine now," and she caught his shirt between her fingernails and effortlessly
ripped it from his body, then she lowered him to her warm lips and tagged him
with a kiss. But this time was different. An electric buzzing filled the air,
and a bright blue spark leapt between Thee's lips and Steven's lipstick smeared
chest. Far from being painful, it was delightful, and Thee's eyes bored into
Steven's as she extended the kiss, then set him down upon the ground sloping
down to the lake. "Strip," she commanded "and join the others."
Steven started to obey, then paused.
"I have some blankets back in my car, may I get them?"
Theexotic mused for a moment, then nodded. "Hurry back, or I'll come after you."
Steven grinned and dashed back into the woods.
Thee smiled and lay back in the water, watching Bsteen, Erick, Tinyboy and the
others as they clambered back up onto her body and explored her. From time to
time her lips tingled.
Steven was lost.
He blamed it on the moonlight, and this strange feeling crackling within him,
but none of that helped him in his present plight. Sighing deeply he leaned
against a tree and wondered if he could find his way back in the darkness, or
perhaps if he yelled loudly enough Thee might hear him and come looking. He was
drawing breath when the first electric shock coursed through him, doubling him
over. It didn't hurt, but it felt too weird to express in words, and he fell to
the ground, twitching and gasping, and oblivious to the strange crashing and
crunching noises occurring all around him.
Thee ordered everyone out of the lake. Steven was late, and she'd had enough.
She dressed herself, but denied that luxury to her tiny slaves. Still, it had
been a rough day, and the little guys settled down quickly. Thee stared down at
them, a smirk upon her face as she stroked each one in turn with a gentle
finger. Yet all the while she wondered where Steven was, and whether he had lost
his nerve and decided not to return. That thought was unbearable, and blowing a
silent kiss to her tiny stable of slaves, she rose to her feet, towering over
them and the forest, and headed in the direction Steven had taken. She made a
frightful noise as she picked her way through the tiny trees, and despite her
best efforts soon began to doubt that she'd be able to find Steven amidst the
dense foliage, and thought if it might be safer for him if she returned to the
lake, lest she inadvertently trod upon him.
At that moment a figure rose up from the woods before her; large as her, lit by
the full moonlight. Thee's lips tingled as she recognized Steven, but now grown
enough to bear her passion, and her heart tripped lightly and she grinned
fiercely, and sprinted forwards.
Steven shook his head, and rose slowly, his eyes slowly focusing on the strange
vista around him, from the tiny trees to the silver moonlight. Even as he began
to really believe that he too had grown, he heard a sound behind him and turned,
just as Thee tackled him. Steven 'woofed' loudly, and the two of them tumbled
upon the forest, driving through the tangled woods as if they were naught but
meadow flowers. When they stopped Thee was atop Steven, straddling him, and
reaching out she lifted and cavalierly tossed aside an uprooted oak tree that
lay upon the bridge of his nose, then she bent to kiss him, and the air filled
with the sound of electric crackling; and summer lightning echoed silently in
the distance.
Things went from bad to worse for the trees, after that…
--- : --- : ---
Viner couldn't get over it.
Minneapolis was so darn small. Everything: the trees with their dainty branches
and dust-like leaves; the cars, perfect little models; the buildings large and
small, lit up like Christmas trees, shivering upon their foundations as she
passed them; and the people, the countless fingertip-sized people, scurrying
everywhere. Wouldn't her boyfriend be surprised if he could see her now. Well,
her ex-boyfriend. Viner growled to herself and put him out of her mind.
She was on the outermost edge of the city. Downtown lay about two miles ahead of
her. The sounds of the metropolis drifted up to her from all directions: car
horns, people noises. The city was reacting to her presence. She was having a
hard time adjusting, herself. It was weird having this unencumbered perspective,
looking down from the height of a skyscraper, yet being able to move in any
direction. Feeling the tarmac crunch under her bare feet added to the fantastic
feel of the whole thing. And it was even stranger realizing that she was the
source of all the consternation around her, of all the panic; but she wasn't
here to terrorize anyone, she wanted to get to her house, and that was in the
city. So she moved between the buildings, taking her time, since she had only
the street illumination to guide her, placing her feet with care, letting the
cars and people clear out of her way. It took time, but from her five hundred
foot tall vantage she was able to mark the best routes, and weaving in and out
amongst the tiny tree lined lanes she soon arrived at her home.
One problem just seemed to lead to another.
First, there wasn't really room enough for her to look her house over without
stepping on something. Viner corrected that problem by moving the parked cars
out of the way and uprooting some of the trees, but that action sent people
fleeing all the faster, and she had need of a Good Samaritan to enter her house
and try to figure out the cause all this mischief. She tried to obtain the
assistance of some of the tiny people, but their fear defeated her every
attempt, and she ceased to try, lest she harm anyone. Glowering darkly at her
house, she considered her options. Any effort to obtain her PC was bound to be
nasty, she couldn't imagine how she could get into her house without smashing
it. On the other hand, maybe she didn't need to get into it. At least not yet.
The house was about five inches tall, four wide and six deep. It was a duplex,
and the absence of a car by the road was proof enough that her neighbors had
fled. Tracing the ground around the house with her finger Viner was pleased to
discover that she could easily move the earth around the home. First she plucked
the phone and power lines free, then began to dig. It took some work, and
unfortunately she bumped the adjoining homes hard enough to damage them.
Moreover, she ripped through the water-main, and sighed as it sprayed mud and
water across the front of her house. Still after about ten minutes of work she
was able to work her house free from the ground, lifting it up, foundation and
all. It was so delicate, so toy-like, and such a rush to be holding her own
house in her hands. Fortunately, it was a sturdy old structure, and showed no
signs of falling apart. She stood up, being careful to support the bottom, so
that the basement and foundation wouldn't drop off. And yet she was unable to
keep the house as level as she wanted, and a nagging concern compelled her to
glance inside.
Oh well.
She'd been meaning to rearrange the furniture anyway. The inside of the house
looked like the after math of an earthquake, or an especially memorable party:
chairs, tables, books, papers were all strewn around each of the rooms into
which she peered. With a sigh she shook her house a little; might as well as get
any further damage over with, she would have a hard enough time keeping the rest
of the house from breaking apart.
The roar of a car engine broke into her reverie.
Viner glanced down, just in time to see a tiny white vehicle squealing its
wheels as it turned at the end of the street, its brake lights winking
frantically. From her lofty vantage she watched it as it headed towards
downtown. Her eyes widened, she recognized the car; it belonged to a girl who
she suspected as being the latest of her boyfriend's side catches, ex-boyfriend
that is. Now the little bitch was probably off to pick him up. Viner clenched
her teeth and followed after the speeding auto, and though she was still careful
where she stepped, she moved quickly, deeper into the city.
The lighted buildings mounted into the sky, some of them overtopping even her
vast height, making her feel like she was in a glittering wonderland. The little
white car drove wildly through traffic that was itself striving to clear the way
for Viner. The various side streets provided enough relief that Viner was able
to safely make her way along, stepping over street lights, and around those cars
unable to escape. But she was moving in a business like fashion now, and the
earth bounced heavily with every step she took. Buildings trembled upon their
foundations, raining down dust and bits of brick and mortar. Lights flickered,
and some died, and windows shattered from the impact tremors. Viner was clearly
making her presence known. The tiny white car made a wide turn around the office
building where Chops worked; its horn blaring wildly, though it could scarcely
be discerned from the other noises sounding from Viner's approach. She reached
the intersection where the vehicle had turned, and paused, peering around the
corner. The tiny car was stopped in the middle of the road, and seemed to be
waiting. Viner pursed her lips, and set her house down on the top of an adjacent
building, then doing a quick count of the windows, located Chops office. Looking
inside of the window she noticed that he was gone, and judging by the still
moving door, not for long. Viner looked down. Tiny people were beginning to pour
out of the main doors to the building. It would be impossible to locate Chops if
he blended into the crowd. So Viner moved her barefoot, blocking the escape
route of the tiny crowd.
"Listen very carefully," she spoke down to them. Scores of tiny faces looked up
at her. "Nobody leaves, unless I say so. I want you all back into the building,"
she commanded. "Now," and she stamped her barefoot for emphasis. It had the
desired effect. The crowd churned for a moment, then folded into itself, and
melted back into the building. Her little display of power accomplished even
more though. The cars and the people in the street behind her were stunned, and
in the sudden silence that followed she clearly heard a single car horn blasting
away.
Viner looked around the building and down, and her eyes darkened.
There, far below, she saw Chops, her ex-boyfriend, running across the street
towards the tiny white car. He had found a way past her, and was trying to get
away. A hollow chill filled her gut. If he had run towards her, she would have
greeted him, maybe even forgiven him, but now…no way. She saw Chops latest
girlfriend, Becky was her name, beckoning to him from the open car door, and the
chill within her flared into anger, and she turned around the building and
stepped forward.
Chops was dashing with complete abandon across the parking lot, when something
huge blew past him, sending him tumbling. He heard the most awful sound, and
clutched the ground as it lurched beneath him. When he looked up Becky's car was
gone, replaced by a tan barefoot of epic proportions. Chops' wide eyes slowly
followed the impossibly long and shapely leg up, up into the sky, to a pair of
ragged shorts, up higher past a purple top, to Viner's lovely, but stern
countenance.
"Lose something, Chops?" asked Viner, sweetly.
Chops shrank into himself, and began to back away, slowly at first, then faster.
Viner's eyes narrowed, his reaction to her was just making her more angry. Chops
spun about and ran, but there was no escape. Viner didn't even have to take a
step, she just bent over and placed her left hand in front of Chops, and let him
run into it. Wrapping her fingers around him she lifted him into the sky, and he
squirmed in panic at the sudden terrific acceleration. She opened her hand and
looked at him, curled up in her palm. She poked at him with a finger. "What do
you have to say for yourself?" she demanded.
Chops shuddered and beat her finger. "I'm sorry," he yelled.
"Try again," said Viner.
"I still love you!"
"Wrong answer," said Viner, and she picked him up between the thumb and finger
of her right hand, pinning his arms to his sides. Chops kicked his feet and
tried not to look at the ground five hundred feet beneath him. "You need to
learn a lesson," Viner continued, and Chops' head snapped up, and his face
turned white at the anger in her voice. "Something that will teach you not to
trifle with the affections of a woman." Viner's lips stretched into a grim
smile. "I know just the thing," and she tipped her head back and lifted Chops
over her mouth. "I'm going to eat you alive," she whispered to him. "And you
can't do a thing to stop me," and she slowly lowered him between her lips. She
felt his puny body squirming in panic upon her tongue, she faintly heard his
shrieking cries for help. Closing her eyes, she kept her head tipped back, and
placed her fingers upon her throat. Lifting her tongue she slowly forced Chops
towards the back of her mouth. He resisted, he fought his way around her tongue.
He was slippery and agile. But it was no contest. She wore him out, he couldn't
compete with her, she was too big, and too strong. She teased him without mercy,
and then she swallowed him, and felt with her fingers as his tiny body slid down
her throat. Smiling with satisfaction she licked her lips and looked down. While
she had been distracted by Chops, the occupants of the building had decided to
make good their escape.
"Hey!" snarled Viner. "I said nobody leaves," and she turned back and placed her
vengeful barefoot upon the squealing mob of tiny people and coldly smeared them
back towards the doors. Her long toes crashed effortlessly through the first
story, ruthlessly crushing scores more who were still in the lobby, struggling
to escape. But she didn't care about the tiny ones under her barefoot, her anger
was directed towards the place that had stolen Chops away from her, where he had
found his other girlfriends. She wrapped her arms around the skyscraper,
pressing her beautiful body up against it, hugging it tightly to herself, and
she began to squeeze. The middle stories shattered with concessive reports and
imploded. Viner turned her head aside as the structure dissolved in her arms,
avalanching inwards, crashing and slipping to the ground, and spilling around
her feet. She stirred the rubble with her toes, then kicked it, scattering it
through the city.
The anger faded, but the satisfaction remained, being a giantess had its perks.
Viner smiled and stroked her belly with her fingers, and briefly wondered how
Chops was doing. Then she put the whole thing behind her, picked up her house,
and left the city, once again taking care where she stepped.
--- : --- : ---
Caylea strode across the countryside, a mile high tower of mega-feminine beauty,
rocking the earth with every step she took. Both she and a vast summer storm
were closing in on Oklahoma City, grey clouds escorted her towards the city and
warm rain fell upon her in curling sheets, which felt nice, but her dress was
soaked and clung and chafed, and she paused to remove it, rolling it up into a
bundle which she carried under her arm. She also removed her shoes. Tinywulf was
little more than one tenth of a inch tall to her now, and the hollow space had
become vast and roomy for him. Caylea offered him her fingernail, and Tinywulf
clambered atop of it and lay sat down upon its center. She watched him glance
briefly at a view normally reserved for mountainsides or planes, but then his
gaze riveted upon her naked body, and he watched it flow past forever as she
lifted him to her eyes. She pouted at him, she would have loved to touch him,
but at her current size even the gentlest caress might crush him, so she parted
her lips and gently breathed upon him. Her warm breath wafted over Tinywulf,
stirring his hair, and he spread his arms wide to embrace the sweetness. Caylea
smiled and tipped her head back, moving her hair aside. Then she
oh-so-very-carefully placed her little man where he could step upon the outer
ledge of her right ear.
"Can you hear me?" sounded a voice faint and distant.
"Yes, dear," laughed Caylea. "I can hear you fine."
"Where are we?"
"Outside of a little city."
Tinywulf mulled this over for a moment. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet," admitted Caylea, but she was thinking about it.
The micro-metropolis fascinated her, so small and delicate, intricate and
sprawling and after a brief hesitation she entered the city, wandering into its
midst, scarcely aware of the countless tiny things crunching beneath her bare
feet. All around her faery-like buildings reached into the sky, the tallest ones
in the heart of downtown rising no taller than midway up her calves.
Tinywulf peered out from his vantage, and though he couldn't look down he could
heard the distant crashing of buildings being trodden upon. "Are you in the
city, now?" he asked.
"Yes, love."
"I hear explosions and sirens."
"Yes, dear, it's just some buildings. Don't worry about it."
"May I watch?"
Caylea laughed, "Of course, dear." And after carelessly tossing her clothes onto
some buildings, she retrieved Tinywulf upon her fingernail, then bent down and
let him jump to the street. "Now, don't move," she warned him, and she stood
back up to her full height.
Tinywulf looked around him. The streets were deserted, though he heard sirens
wailing in the distance. Behind Caylea he saw smoke billowing into the sky,
luridly lit from beneath by red flames, the result of her stroll into the city.
Her feet rested upon the unidentifiable wrack and ruin of several buildings,
debris avalanched and the earth groaned whenever she shifted her weight.
Tinywulf looked up, and up, and up. Caylea filled the heavens, her hands upon
her hips, her head almost lost in the grey pall of the falling rain. He felt
gnat-sized before her, but her smile reassured him. Caylea's eyes shifted
slightly, to a parking lot to Tinywulf's left, and he watched breathlessly as
she casually shifted her foot upon her heel, bringing her foot over the neat
little rows of cars. They looked impossibly small under her foot; ant-sized.
Caylea slowly lowered her foot, the lot was well lit, and Tinywulf watched as
the first cars felt the weight of her foot. Shocks groaned as the cars were
pressed flat, windows exploded, scattering shards of twinkling glass, and metal
crunched as Caylea stepped down. Tinywulf watched as her heel and sole covered
the parked cars, then the ball of her foot, and finally closest to him her long
toes. The earth broke and sank as it received her weight, and Tinywulf watched
her foot flex as she shifted her balance back onto it.
Caylea cocked her head, smiling down sweetly at the enchanting vista, the cars
under her foot already forgotten. Everything was slightly blurred by the gentle
rain, made soft and inviting. A rogue breeze licked coolly at her breasts, and
her nipples tingled as they responded to the unexpected caress. A deliciously
naughty thought tickled her fancy, and Caylea bent down and offered her
fingernail to Tinywulf. The look in her eyes brooked no questions, and Tinywulf
quickly found himself delivered to the rooftop of a hotel.
"Stay put," she commanded, and turning around she stepped over a line of
buildings, then turned back again. She squatted down and leaned onto her knees,
and countless people died in the crashing, toppling buildings. Her attention was
riveted upon the tallest of the skyscrapers, an elegant flowing architecture,
white in hue, made of alternating ribs. Caylea reached out and delicately traced
the miniature edifice with her finger, up one side and down the other. She
nibbled on her lower lip as she caressed the little building, the naughty desire
blossoming within her; it felt sturdy enough, so thick and inviting. She felt
hollow inside, an emptiness that yearned to be filled. Her hands glided across
her thighs, up her hard belly, and she cupped her breasts, gently pinching her
nipples between her fingers. Warm rain fueled her ardor, rivulets of water
snaked across her skin, she reached down between her legs and felt her own
wetness. She played with herself, but her eyes never strayed from the tiny
building. Lifting her hand she smirked at the thick cream upon her fingers.
Leaning forward she smeared her cum upon the little skyscraper, anointing it
till it glistened. With a mischievous grin she flicked her fingers at Tinywulf,
and laughed when a droplet knocked him over.
Caylea moved herself forward, smashing and clearing a wide space to either side
as she straddled the object of her passion with her powerful thighs. Pursing her
lips she sank down slowly, until the top of the building lightly kissed her
vulva. Hands on her spread knees she gently shifted her hips, moving this way
and that, until the top of the skyscraper spread her nether lips wide enough to
press in deeper. Pausing a moment, she teased herself with anticipation, trying
to relax, so as not to damage her little toy. Looking down she saw Tinywulf
watching her in awe, well not watching her exactly, but watching what she was
doing. She smiled and wriggled her hips, then she sank down upon the miniature
building, engulfing its entire length with one long sweeet stroke. Her labia and
clitoris crushed a number of lesser structures at the base of the skyscraper,
but her attention was given to the wonderful sense of fullness that her
makeshift dildo was giving her. She sat there for a while longer, then slowly
began to move her body, lazily rising and falling, pumping the hapless building
in and out of her beautiful cunt.
When she looked down, she saw Tinywulf staring up at her. She smiled at him, and
blew him a kiss, then her eyes began to glaze over as she abandoned herself to
her pleasure. She was still aware enough to grin at the delightful slurping
noises her pussy was making, she was so incredibly wet. For long she just basked
in the pleasure of fucking a mighty skyscraper, moving carefully, not wanting to
wreck her play thing. But the building was marvelously sturdy, and her body
began to heat up in anticipation, and she let herself move more swiftly. The
ground lurched and heaved, but she never heard the screams of panic as tens of
thousands of tiny people were buried under buildings toppled by the seismic
tremors she was creating. Tinywulf fell and hugged the roof as Caylea, looming
far over everything, shook the city with her play. Caylea rolled her head
around, back and forward as she abandoned herself to the needs of her body. She
began to moan as she felt the first gentle waves of orgasm lap against her mind.
The city was forgotten. The rain was forgotten. Tinywulf was forgotten. There
was only her and the building, dancing together towards climax. Her moans
intensified as her pleasure spiraled upwards, and she gasped as her orgasm
curled and crashed upon her, sweeping her away in its grip. Higher and higher
she flew, and she fucked the building with a vengeance, then suddenly stopped.
Her body trembled for an instant, then tensed mightily as her orgasm peaked and
her mind melted in a bright fog of total pleasure. Her cunt spasmed mightily and
she bore down with all the mighty strength of her vagina, too lost in her
hedonistic haze to care about the tiny people trapped in her dildo skyscraper.
Her cunt was savage with pleasure, and the building shuddered and imploded
within her, and Caylea fell to the side in a limp sprawl, heedlessly scattering
several city blocks, still taken by her orgasm as it began to ebb and fade away.
Tinywulf was shaking in a miasma of lust and terror.
Caylea had been so hot, so incredibly hot; the air was alive with the scent of
her passion, alive with the sounds of her pleasure. Then she relaxed and rolled
like a crashing mountain, and for an instant Tinywulf thought he was going to
die, that she was going to fall upon him. But Caylea toppled to the left,
sprawling across scores of buildings which exploded into rubble, sending out
rolling waves of debris and smoke in all directions, and rocking the earth as
though the Moon had fallen. Tinywulf slowly mastered himself, watching as Caylea
slipped from orgasmic bliss into slumber. Turning, he sought the way off the
roof, and moved down to the street level, and moved towards the dozing giantess.
Caylea awoke several hours later. The storm was gone, only a grey memory fading
on the horizon. She arose slowly, stretching catlike, relaxed and happy. A tiny
voice sounded in her ear, and she smiled.
"Still with me, darling?"
"It's safer," answered Tinywulf.
Caylea laughed, and gathering her clothes she pursed her lips, they were too
damp to put on. But the sun was hot, and she was in no hurry, so she draped them
across some still standing buildings, grinning with mischief as she covered one
skyscraper with her lacy panties. Her dress covered endless city blocks, casting
all the things beneath into darkness. Then, while she waited for them to dry she
laid back down upon the ruined section of the city and welcomed the warm sun
into herself.
--- : --- : ---
They knew she was coming long before she appeared. Or to be more precise, they
felt the earth trembling, and being experienced in the ways of California they
swarmed out of the hotels, the apartments, the homes and skyscrapers, and filled
the streets of the city. People heard the sirens, but that was to be expected,
and of no special concern. But what was not expected was the rhythmic way the
earth trembled, or the strange booming noises that accompanied it.
Silkylegs turned the corner at the south end of the main street.
Her long black hair stirred and wafted in the breeze, she was tan and tall,
wearing a delightfully short, black lycra dress, sheer nude pantyhose, and a
pair of deadly looking black sandals with silver stiletto heels. She was
stunning, and she was impossibly tall, two hundred feet tall, and she filled the
space between the buildings with her sexy elegance. From her vantage the vista
was equally amazing. The hotels, apartments and skyscrapers framed a colorful,
glittering alleyway overflowing with bumper to bumper traffic and countless two
inch tall people. Yet when Silkylegs appeared, a hush fell over the long street:
all eyes were upon her; no one moved, no one spoke. Silky looked down the long
street and pursed her lips in a secret smile, she took a moment to adjust her
dress, and stepped forward. She strutted down the street, and her legs flashed
in lights white, red and neon. The tarmac shattered wherever her giant shoes
landed, but she was careful, and trod upon no people or cars. Countless tiny men
and women stared up the impossible length of her endless, curvaceous legs, up to
where the illumination reached under her dress to her black thong panties,
revealing her soft inner thighs and lovely ass. People flocked to the windows to
watch as she stepped down the lane like some goddess on a colossal fashion
runway. When she reached the far end of the street, she turned quickly, spinning
upon her toes, her black hair whipping about her face, and she smiled more
widely. She felt just a little drunk, playful and wonderfully loose from her
earlier party; adding to that the sexy and powerful way she felt as a giantess,
and she was ready for fun. Raising her arms she combed her fingers through her
dark hair and slowly undulated her whole body.
Ba-Boom! Ba-Boom! Silky slammed the buildings to her left and her right with her
hips. Her lovely smile changed into an amused smirk as the two skyscrapers
shivered and slumped, crashing down like twin avalanches that choked the street
just behind her high black sandals, sending out bouncing rubble and smoking
debris. The tiny people were stunned, now silent in awe of her casual display of
power. Silky didn't give them time to consider what was happening, she paced
back up the street in a business like fashion, still taking care not to tread
upon any of the people. When she reached the point where she had first appeared,
she laid her hand upon a twelve story apartment and pulled forward, dumping the
building into the street with a ruinous crash and thunder. When she turned back
again her smile was very wide, but her dark eyes were icy cold.
The tiny people stared up at her, and she stared down at them.
"It's playtime," said Silky, and when she stepped forward this time she brought
her right foot down beside a group of the two inch tall people. The thunderous
impact sent them stumbling and they stared up in paralyzed fear as Silky bent
down upon one knee and plucked a lone woman out of the group. No one moved, the
silence remained unbroken as Silky lifted her prize before her face, and
regarded her with her electric eyes.
"Tell me your name," Silky demanded.
"Betty," she answered.
"Hello, Betty. I'm Silky," she whispered to the terrified woman. "Silkylegs,
that is. Let me show you why…" And she reached down and gently stroked the tiny
terrified female down her long soft thigh, past her knee, and down her calf,
then back up her shin and over to her inner thigh, ending at the hem of her
dress. The futile wriggling of the miniature woman felt nice against her legs,
and Silky briefly toyed with the idea of slipping her under her pantyhose; but a
more delightful thought demanded satisfaction, and Silky again lifted the two
inch tall woman to her face.
"My legs are soft, aren't they?" The terrified little female nodded, whether out
of fear or agreement it didn't matter. "My feet are even softer," purred Silky,
"especially my soles. Let me show you," and she lowered the woman next to her
right foot, which she lifted a little, just enough so that she was able to
gently press the now shrieking girl between her heel and her shoe. The minuscule
body moved delightfully, so small and helpless, and Silky luxuriated in her
power over the tiny woman for a long luscious moment before she stood up. The
tiny body resisted her heel for an brief instant, then exploded with a yummy
crunch. "Sorry, Betty," grinned Silky.
It was a signal for the thousands of people still trapped in the street. Horns
blared and people surged away from Silkylegs in a rippling wave, and she watched
from her lofty vantage with cold amusement. She stepped towards the fleeing
masses, just missing them, but knocking some down again from the impact.
Slipping her foot forward she half covered them with the tip of her shoe,
effortlessly pinning them to the ground. Looking down, Silky admired the sheen
of her blood red toenails, ignoring the cries of her prey. Her toes looked so
big next to them. She slowly pressed down, taking her time, making them suffer,
until their little bodies cracked wetly. Then she moved on, leaving their
uncrushed remains twitching and shrieking. Her next step took her in the midst
of the crowd with a noisome crunch! as she squashed more people, this time
catching them completely under her sole. Ruddy gore blurted our from under her
shoe. Looking down, Silky saw that one hapless man was neatly skewered upon her
stiletto heel, spasming horribly before he died. She shook him off and smeared
him, and her eyes glittered with evil satisfaction.
Yet most of her play toys, though they could not escape past the still smoking
wreckage in the streets, were finding sanctuary into the various buildings that
lined the busy street. Silkylegs turned her attention to the hotels and the
apartments and the skyscrapers, peering into the tiny windows. In one expansive
hotel window she saw a ballroom, filled with people celebrating a wedding. Her
fist crashed into the celebration with a hideous noise. And the bride shrieked
as Silky caught the groom in her fingers and crushed his little body. Silky
flicked the bride with her finger, then dealt ruthlessly with the guests.
Grinning cruelly, she proceeded to show the tiny people the lack of safety
offered by the buildings, and the yowling throngs fled back into the streets,
and crunched like bugs under her uncaring feet as she moved from one window to
the next.
Silkylegs did a double-take at one window. There, staring up at her was no other
than Ken. His jaw dropped as he was drawn into her dark gaze. Her smile widened,
and she raked the side of the office building with her fingers, effortlessly
stripping its facade, sending the out wall crashing to the ground, exposing the
two inch tall man to the night air. Ken stepped back from her fingers, but she
followed him, caught him, and lifted him out of the building.
"Fancy meeting you here, little man," she purred. She regarded him for a moment,
as if debating his fate, then with a mischievous glint in her eye she lifted her
dress front and tugged the waist of her pantyhose forward and unceremoniously
dropped him inside.
He seemed to tumble forever, then with a jolt came to rest against the crotch of
her black panties. The heat of her body washed over him like a furnace, and he
weakly pushed at her, trying to escape. But he was trapped in a soft, silken
world, and he ceased struggling as the sensations overwhelmed him. Tipping his
head back he looked up, the giantess' pantyhose were sheer, and he could see
Silkylegs staring down at him from high overhead.
"No funny stuff," she warned him. "Just watch."
Ken mused a moment, then wrestled himself around and stared down in wonder. He
was suspended a hundred feet into the night air. Silky's incredible legs filled
his sight. Her sexy thighs bracketed him, framed his world, and led his eyes
down long and luscious curves to her high heel shoes far, far below. As he
watched she lifted her left foot over some shrieking people, who scattered as
best they could. A station wagon was centered in the shadow cast by her foot,
and Ken saw the doors open and people pour out in the instant before Silkylegs
stepped upon them. There was a popping, shattering crunch and some high pitched
animal-like squeals, then the roadbed snapped loudly and sank beneath her sole.
One of the car's passengers had almost escaped, and Ken watched as his waist and
legs were coldly smeared under the giantess' colossal shoe. Silky shifted her
hips, moving her body weight onto her left foot. When she deigned to lift her
shoe off her latest victims, she revealed a perfect high heeled shoe print. The
tiny station wagon was nothing but an irregular dollop of metal spread flat.
Tiny smears, vaguely human in shape, revealed the spots where the victims had
fallen when Silky exterminated them.
Silky admired her work for a moment, then raised her foot to step again. At that
instant she staggered and clutched at a nearby building, and as the hoards of
miniature people gibbered in fear she began to grow. The very air she breathed
seem to lift her into the sky, and when it was done she stood almost eight
hundred feet tall. The sudden change startled her, and she hiccuped, then raised
her fingers to her lips and giggled.
"I shouldn't drink on an empty tummy," she said, and her eyes widened as she
realized what she was saying. An evil smile traced her lips as she reached down
into her pantyhose and retrieved Ken, now only half an inch tall. She held him
between her thumb and forefinger, and laughed at him as he looked nervously at
the vast space between him and the ground. "Too high for you, Ken?" she smirked,
and let her hand drop. Ken clutched at her thumb, and his tiny face turned pale.
Silkylegs lifted him back up to her brown eyes, they glinted evilly at the tiny
man. "You don't want me to drop you, do you?"
Ken shook his head hard, "No, please don't."
"Oh, good," smiled Silkylegs. "I'll grant your wish, but you have to do
something for me."
"Anything."
Silkylegs breathed upon Ken, "What do you smell?"
"Alcohol."
"Yes, but I haven't had a thing to eat, and I'm feeling a little drunk." Her
eyes turned cold, "I want you to help fill my belly."
Ken stared back at her, unsure what he had heard, then he began struggling. "No!
No, please, anything but that," he pushed at her thumb. "Don't kill me. Please!"
Silkylegs' eye twinkled evilly. "I'll be merciful, little morsel. I'll chew
first." Then she flung Ken high into the air. His tiny body spun and contorted
as he sailed up, then tumbled back down, into Silky's waiting mouth.
Ken screamed and threw himself forward, but Silkylegs' teeth snapped shut,
trapping him. Her tongue heaved beneath him, slamming him into the roof of her
mouth. He fought against it, to no avail. She effortlessly battered him around,
only pausing to suck upon him. He choked on her saliva, and tried to reach her
teeth, but he was helpless against her, and she parted her back teeth slightly
and forced him between them. He cried and wormed free, or maybe she let him go.
But she pushed him back, and lightly pinned him. His head and chest were caught
between her molars, he felt her power, and strove against her teeth with all his
strength. Slowly the pressure increased, the points of her teeth digging into
him, he felt the strain, he heard bones cracking, there was a flash of light…
Silky caught Ken in her mouth and toyed with him, sucking him like a lozenge
while she terrorized the tiny people with her shoes, gently knocking one or two
people at a time out of the crowds with her high heel, and prankishly crunching
them beneath her toes. Ken's struggles were delightful, and she made his torture
last, but she couldn't help herself, and succumbed to her desire to devour him;
crunching his tiny body between her teeth and slowly chewing him up, savoring
him, before swallowing. Silkylegs licked her lips, Ken had been delicious, but
she still hungered; and she slowly sank to her knees, being careful not to crush
anyone beneath her lovely legs, lest she stain her hosiery. Some of the little
people tried to dash past her. She made a fist of her left hand and pounded a
lone man with it. Cracks shot out from under her fist, and when she raised it
there was only a ruddy splotch to mark where the man had been; the rest of the
would be escapees on the left backed away. With her right hand she reached out,
and she casually gathered up in her fingers those fleeing on the other side,
slowly crushing them in her hand, enjoying the way they squirmed in her closing
fist, listening to their cries and pleas, and watching with amusement as they
twitched and died. Silkylegs grinned and tossed the pulped and broken little
bodies back into the shrieking mob.
The next handful she grabbed was not so lucky. She raised them over her open
mouth, and slowly lolled her tongue across her full lips. "Yummy," she murmured,
and she unbent her fingers enough to let a couple of people drop into her mouth.
Silkylegs swirled them around in her mouth, then tipped her head back so the
rest of her victims could watch her throat bob as she swallowed her still living
snacks. She licked her lips again, and dribbled the rest of the people into her
mouth. She could faintly hear their tiny cries of unspeakable fear, she felt
their tiny hands on her tongue and cheeks. Leaning forward she parted her lips
in a smile, so those on the ground could hear the cries of her victims. Then she
began to slowly chew. "Mmmmmmmm…" she purred, crunching and grinding the tiny
bodies, savoring their mild saltiness, then swallowing them with relish. Opening
her mouth she revealed it's emptiness to the herds of people. "Anyone for
seconds?" she smirked, and she reached forward, but at that instant she grew
again.
Everything zoomed smaller, her hips and legs expanded over the adjacent
buildings, the tiny people diminished to the size of fleas. When the process was
complete she looked down with disappointment at the micro-miniature hoard.
Rising to her full height, she brought the toe of her shoe over them, and
smeared a thousand people. Then she surveyed the city from her new vantage.
Looking down she compared her foot to some of the larger buildings; it was no
contest, and an evil grin lit up her face. Perhaps there was still some fun to
be had before she went to Chicago…
--- : --- : ---
Morning washed over the world.
Lace awoke slowly, stretched lazily. Imtooshort was nowhere to be seen. She
looked about, then saw movement by the tree line, it was her beau coming towards
him, and he was small again; but that wasn't all, she was larger now. Looming
over a microscopic world, she was lucky to have spotted Imtooshort at all.
Reaching out she pressed the back of her hand into the ground, bringing the
surface of her palm down to a level that her tiny lover could hope to climb.
Moving carefully she lifted him to her face. She pouted, she didn't want him
small again.
"What happened?" she asked.
Her breath knocked him over, but he laughed and took it in stride and motioned
for her to bring him to her ear.
"I shrank as soon as the sun went up." He explained in his tiny voice. "I
couldn't wake you, so I went for a walk. Didn't want you rolling on top of me,"
and he chuckled.
"But I'm bigger now," said Lace.
"I think we both grew as long as the Moon was up. Whatever made this change is
still working on you."
"I don't mind being big," said Lace, "but this is too much. What are we going to
do?"
"First I'm going to look for my sock, I'm missing one. Then I'm going to go home
and look at the logs, maybe I can get more of a clue to what happened," said
Imtooshort. "You, however, are going to Chicago."
"Why? Oh, that nickname. That doesn't make any sense, though."
"Maybe not, but there are six other giantesses on their way there. I listened to
news of it on the radio. It's all they're talking about."
"How am I going to get to Chicago," asked Lace.
"Walk, you'll move quickly."
"Which way?"
"Thought you'd never ask," said Imtooshort, and he pulled out a map…
--- : --- : ---
Caylea sighed. Next to her a pile of debris shifted, and a police car flipped
over and began wailing loudly. WHAM! Caylea hit the snooze button, and then
because you can never be sure: WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! she pounded it into what she
imagined was the night-stand. Opening her eyes she glanced around and pursed her
lips; oh yeah, no snooze button, no night-stand. She looked more closely at a
still standing skyscraper, the city seemed even smaller than she remembered. She
had sun-bathed herself into a lovely sleep, and grown in the meantime, and now
it was a new day.
A voice, close by yet strangely distant echoed, "Good Morning!"
Caylea started, then smiled, "You still with me, darling?"
"As long as you will have me," said Tinywulf.
Caylea laughed, and rising up slowly she yawned and stretched and collected her
clothes. Dressing took only a moment, and when she was done she blew a kiss to
the tiny city, and began heading north again…
--- : --- : ---
Theexotic stirred and stretched, motions that were accompanied by the most
remarkable noises; noises that brought a smile to her face. Glancing around she
saw that most of the forest for some distance in every direction was just so
much kindling. Smashed and battered tree trucks, gouged and torn earth, a riot
of green leaves carpeting everything testified to something phenomenal. Her
stretching feet had pressed through a line of trees with no more effort than as
if they were flowers. Thee sighed and purred, then paused and stared. Two things
occurred to her: Steven_p was missing, and the world was smaller, a lot smaller.
She had grown in the night.
Reaching to the side she plucked up one of the conifers as if it were a sprig of
parsley and looked it over, the smell of pine was faint but pleasant. It didn't
occur to her that Steven_p was anything but missing until she spotted something
dashing away from the area where she had obtained the tree. Reaching out with
her hand she made a cage of her fingers around the tiny, fleeing man; and though
the cage was insufficient to stop him, the sight of her fingers driving into the
earth all around him was, and he fell to the ground. Thee leaned forward and
down, and frowned.
"Did I give you permission to shrink back down?" she asked.
Steven shrugged his tiny shoulders and smiled his best 'I didn't do it' smile.
Thee glared at him, and slowly drew her fingers inward, and Steven considered
flight as his cage dwindled in size, but wisely chose not to, and stood to meet
his fate. That made Thee pause and smile, and she lifted and turned her hand
over, offering Steven the tip of her finger to climb.
The other men woke to the sound of thunderous crashing, and looked up to see
Theexotic's red spike-heeled shoes looming before them, far vaster than they
remembered from the previous evening. Thee was not pleased by the turn of
events, since her tiny slaves now seemed almost too small to be of any hope of
service to her. Bending down she set Steven_p upon the ground.
"Where were you all night?" asked Erick jealously.
Steven just smiled.
"Oh god, don't smile," said Tinyboy.
"Yea, give us the details, smiles are too vague" said Bsteen.
"I don't tell," declared Steven.
"You'll tell," growled Erick, and the guys closed around Steven.
At that moment a colossal shadow descended on the tiny men, and the ground
shook, and the guys fell down and looked up. Thee's shoe, vast beyond imagining,
was around them, encompassing them between her heel and her sole.
"No fighting," rumbled her voice from the clouds. There was a whistling noise,
and her open locket bounced hard against the ground, casting up a spray of dirt
and grass. "Get in," Thee commanded, and the guys obeyed, still bickering.
Squatting down on one heel, Thee gathered up the locket in her fingers and
peered into it, as she stood up. She pursed her lips, "You behave in there, or
else," and she snapped the lid shut on their assurances of being good (except
for Erick, who was shaking a tiny fist). Slipping the chain over her head she
nestled the locket between her breasts, then began walking. Chicago lay east…
--- : --- : ---
Silkylegs strode northeast from the smoldering wreckage of Los Angeles with an
insolent swing to her hips, her eyes glittering with evil glee. By the time she
reached Las Vegas, she was nearly a mile tall, and able (and willing) to crush
whole clusters of casinos and hotels with a single step. Building tops crumbled
like sand castles, and vast works of neon sparked and exploded, casting
streaking showers of light upon the screaming mobs of tourists, before Silky
completed her step down, silencing the screams with cruel finality as she
crushed the people. She so much liked the dark footprints that she left in the
ocean of light that she spared more of the city than she might otherwise have,
and forged west. When she reached the Grand Canyon she amused herself by filling
potions of it up, damming the river. Then she hunted the fleeing tourists,
toying with them, crushing the area around them, encircling them in destruction,
before coldly grinding them beneath her shoes like ants. Then she disappeared
into the night, though the earth shook long after. Chicago was further north and
east, and Silky couldn't wait to get there…
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Lorilei caught up to Amy around Rome, Georgia. Both woman now topped almost two
miles, and Amy was digging a deep channel around the city with her toe. The two
giantesses looked at each other for a moment.
"I'm Lorilei."
"Amy," she answered, holding out her hand. "I saw you coming over the horizon.
Do I look that big to you?"
"Nah, it's the world that's small. What are you doing?"
"Just playing, the city reminded me of a sand castle. Thought it needed a moat."
"I'm on my way to Chicago," said Lorilei.
"Me too," said Amy. "But I keep getting distracted."
"Me too," laughed Lorilei. "Can I join you?"
"Absolutely, I've spent too much time here as it is," as she casually erased
part of the city with her toes. "Best part about building sand castles is
unbuilding them," she explained. Lorilei chuckled and between them they
flattened the metropolis in moments, then started walking, chatting as they
went; wandering north…
"…It's the power, walking about in high heels, feeling sexy, but it's also the
crunch," said Lorilei. The giantesses were approaching Nashville, and Lorilei
paused to demonstrate her point. "Listen," and she stepped upon the downtown
section, crushing scores of buildings all at once. The crunching noise was
delightfully loud, and mixed with tiny explosions. Smoke wafted out from under
her shoe as she completed her step, then she idly twisted her shoe back and
forth upon the point of her heel, scouring the earth clean of any evidence of
the city. The giantesses moved on, Lorilei still explaining her preference for
shoes…
"…I like to squish the little guys more than buildings," said Amy, "though I
suppose there's enough of both going on right now.," and Lorilei laughed with
her. The trail of destruction behind them was visible for hundreds of miles;
they had arrived at Peoria, Illinois. "I like the sensation, the raw power of
feeling little bodies yielding to my bare feet." She lightly brushed her toes
over the expanse of tiny buildings. "They're so fragile, so delicate, so
impossibly helpless." She pressed down with her foot. "Now they are so flat. It
feels good to just stand here for a moment, knowing what my bare foot has done
to all those tiny little guys." The giantesses continued on their way, and
Peoria lit the sky with flames behind them…
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They came from all directions, vast as imagination, clouds were their belts, and
the whole earth trembled at their whim. Chicago was their destination, and it
looked very small and vulnerable. Lorilei and Amy approached from the south, and
they chatted together as whole communities vanished beneath their feet.
ChantiliLace held her shoes in her hand and waded in the warm waters of Lake
Michigan, still sad from her parting with Imtooshort, and determined not to
wreck any more unnecessary havoc, though she gave some microscopic barges a
rough time of it. Caylea and Viner approached from the south-west, striding
along nonchalantly, though Viner seemed to be carrying something in her hand.
Theexotic and Silkylegs approached the city from the west, and together smiled
down at the miniature city spread out before them.
The seven goddesses halted on the verges of Chicago, consuming it within their
combined shadows, but their attention was on each other. Lace glanced between
them, and pointed: "Caylea?"
"Yes," said the tallest of the six.
"Silky?"
Silkylegs nodded and gave a sardonic curtsey, wiping out two townships in the
process.
"Amy? Thee? Lorilei? Viner?" The four women nodded in turn.
"Hi Lace," said Viner.
"What the hell's going on?" asked Lace.
"Going on a bug hunt," laughed Lorilei, then she got serious. "No idea, but
whatever it is came from here."
"What should we do?" asked Theexotic.
"Hmmmm, have some fun," purred Amy, as she dragged her toes through a
sub-division.
"Business first, fun after," said Caylea. "We can't stay this big forever."
"Hate to give it up," said Lorilei as she playfully crushed a town. "But you're
right."
"We need some way to find out who did this," mused Lace, wrinkling her nose at
the gratuitous destruction of tiny things.
"Right," said Lorilei. "Something subtle, that will get the attention of who
ever did this." She squatted down on her heels and addressed the city. "You have
five minutes to deliver the bastard who did this to us, or we'll stomp this burg
flat!"
"Subtlety is all," smiled Amy.
Lace started, then peered closely, staring at something in the air before her.
"What is it?" asked Thee.
"A little plane, it just took off. Can you see it?"
They could all see it, but just barely, as it moved over the center of the city
and slowly rose, climbing in long lazy circles. When it was about a mile up,
half the height of the giantess, it began to emit a long plume of white smoke.
The pilot was not completely ignorant, he twisted and turned, carving letters in
the sky, written so that the giantesses could read them, instead of the people
on the ground.
The giantesses read the single word: GRILDRIG .
"I think we've found our problem," said Lorilei.
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Caylea reached out, and with a casual wave of her hand dispelled the letters.
The winds she raised sent the miniature plane tumbling, but the pilot recovered,
and the aircraft rose up again, above the frayed and tattered remnants of the
sky writing. The plane banked into a long turn circling the expanding cloud, and
as it circled a finger of ruby light stabbed into the whiteness and began to
trace a marquee.
"…Cool, it works!…"
"…Golly, just talk and it writes, wish IRC worked this way…"
"…Eat At Joe's…"
"…What? Oh, right, the message. Sorry…"
"…Apologize for the inconvenience…"
"…Federal Marshal begs (nicely) that you stop stepping on the cities…"
"…Solution has been found, sorta kinda…"
"…We need access to one of your PC's…"
"…Noticed Viner carrying something, and was hoping maybe?…"
"…Permission to land on Viner's hand?…"
Lorilei reached out with her hand, her forefinger cocked against her thumb,
tracking the tiny plane, ready to flick it into next year. "I'm kind of fond of
this size," she said. "But it has drawbacks. So, do we let the flea land, or
give him his just desserts?"
"Land," said Lace, thinking of Imtooshort.
"Land," agreed the other giantesses.
"What's the verdict, Viner?" asked Lorilei
Viner pursed her lips, then smiled and held out her hand.
The tiny plane veered gratefully away from Lorilei's finger, and buzzed over
towards Viner, swooping under her thumb and coming to a bumpy landing her on
open palm. No one save her could see the impossibly tiny man who leapt out of
the plane, dragging some unidentifiable package as quickly as he could hustle.
The house, now a mere crumb upon Viner's hand, was badly tilted, and the
microscopic man had trouble entering, but he made it, and a long moment passed.
With a flash of glory, the windows lit up, shining brightly, glowing with
impossible colors. The giantesses peered together at the tiny house in Viner's
hand. There was a moment of silence. Then from out of the clear blue sky seven
bolts of lightning clove the air.
Chicago was no longer cast in shadows…
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Amy shook her head and looked around. She was back in her room, sitting in front
of her PC. She shook her head and looked at the screen; she was still in IRC.
The hallucination, whatever it was, was over. She stretched, and paused, the rug
felt different then is should have. Amy looked down and stared, the feet had
been cut from her body suit…
Caylea sighed and sat up on the floor. She shook her head, trying to resolve the
vivid image that had swept her away. It was already fading when she heard a tiny
voice say: "Can you hear me, Caylea?"…
Viner slowly turned her head, looking at the mess her house had become. Yet the
sudden and unexpected wrack and ruin of each of the rooms was as nothing
compared to strangely skewed vision of the world she could see out the window…
Lace pursed her lips and tapped tentatively at her keyboard. The text flowed,
and people responded to her inquiries. The strange memories started to fade into
a blur of disbelief, that is until something fell from her sleeve to the
keyboard, and she peered forward and saw they tiny sock…
Silkylegs frowned and brushed her hair from her face. She stared at her monitor,
scrolling back through the text, her eyebrows rising as she spotted the message
from
Theexotic stepped outside to clear her head of whatever muzziness was
responsible for her having that odd, but enjoyable, little dream. She sighed and
looked up at the sky, and felt her locket shift. On an impulse she pulled it out
and opened it, and after a quick look dashed back into her house…
Lorilei frowned at the familiar setting: the room, the TV, her machine. She
wasn't accustomed to dozing off like that, no matter how satisfying the dream;
and to top it off her foot hurt. Reaching down she slipped off her left shoe and
upended it over her open palm, to dislodge any potential objects. Something fell
out and bounced onto her hand, and Lorilei's eyes widened as she stared at the
broken foundation of what had once been a skyscraper…
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Venomm stared at his monitor, the shifting windows reflecting in his eyes.
The latest version of mIRC had just installed on his machine. He glanced through
the README, and his brows lifted at the mention of the /GROW command. Pulling
the keyboard closer, he began typing…
…End…