Mary Zhou was having the mother of all bad days.  She had had a massive fight with her boyfriend in the morning over some suspicious text messages he found on her phone.  Her boss had been a colossal bitch to her all day at work as well.  Mary was tired, angry, and barely keeping herself together emotionally.

She was in a terrible mood as she walked home under an overcast mid-autumn sky.  “At least it’s stopped raining…”  She thought as she tried not to step in any dirty puddles with her expensive black knee-high leather boots.  

Mary could see her own reflection in the windows of shops as she passed by.  No one could have described her as anything but beautiful.  She had a face that would not have looked out of place on a pop star, framed by a mane of gorgeous shoulder-length hair.  Her body dispelled any notion that Chinese women were all “flat”.  She was dressed in a light grey skirt-and-jacket outfit, with a dark red blouse.  

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.  She had almost walked past her favourite bakery without noticing the lone cronut in the display window.  To Mary, it was like a ray of happiness and contentment in a sea of grey misery.  She quickly ducked inside and bought the last pastry.  She left giddy as a school girl, her worries forgotten, as she strode home clutching the brown paper bag.  It was stupid, she knew that, but it was as if this one desert could bring at least a little joy into her day.

She waited patiently at the intersection across from her apartment as cars hurtled by.  She could almost taste the delicious pastry in her mouth.  She thought of the nice long bath that she would take, and how she’d eat her treat as she watched her favourite TV show.  Maybe, just maybe, she could salvage this day after all.

All of a sudden, she was cold.  And wet.  It took her a split second to process what was going on.  Her clothes, her bag, her cronut, all ruined. 

A car hurtled by her, barely a blur in her vision.  The driver had intentionally sped up as he crossed the muddy puddle in front of her, splashing foul gutter water all over Mary.  As if that wasn’t enough, a face leaned out of the passenger side of the car and yelled at her.
“Go home to your own country you chink!”  

That was the last straw for Mary.  She couldn’t contain it any longer.  Years of suppressing her power, controlling her emotion, living a normal life were about to be undone.  She no longer gave a fuck about this world or the people in it.  She was angry, and the world was going to suffer for it.

As the car sped off into the distance, Mary started running after it.  As she did so, the impossible happened – she started growing.

It was slow at first, barely noticeable to the bemused people she ran past.  After a few seconds, she was barely a few centimetres taller than her original height.  A few seconds later, she was two metres tall.  Then, three meters.  Five.  Ten.  Twenty.   Her growth sped up, and as it did she began to gain on the fleeing vehicle.

Startled people were first brushed aside, then knocked aside, then crushed underfoot as Mary’s growth continued.  Soon, she was impaling unlucky people under the high heel of her boots.  Then, entire cars and trucks were crushed beneath her feet as she continued to increase in size.  People screamed and ran from her, but she ran much faster.

Mary didn’t care about the carnage taking place at her feet.  She had one singular goal – to make those fuckers pay for what they did to her.  She was almost a hundred meters tall now; her head reached up past most of the apartment buildings she ran past.  The terrified driver of the car she was chasing tried to swerve and turn to lose her, but she kept her terrifying gaze fixated on her prey.

The little car took a hard left, and Mary followed.  Her inertia and heels caused her to temporarily lose balance and barrel into a brickwork apartment building.  The building’s façade turned to dust almost instantly and fragments of rubble rained down on the people below.  Mary didn’t even notice the dozens of deaths she had caused in that brief moment as she straightened herself and ran after the car.

Her chase had led her into the down town business district, where the buildings were still taller than her despite her now two hundred-metre height.  Her strides lengthened as she grew.  She gained more and more speed, despite the fact that she was running in six inch heels that were now almost two meters tall.  The sole of her boots were now caked with shattered bits of road, crushed cars, and red smears that used to be people.

She shoulder checked a few buildings as she passed.  At first it was by accident and she barely noticed.  Then, she realized she was doing it more and more.  The pathetic structures barely put up any resistance as she ploughed into them.  Tempered glass windows shattered and steel-reinforced concrete crumbled as the Asian colossus smashed into them.

She finally overtook the fleeing vehicle.  She slammed down her foot in front of it, and its driver had no time to brake or avoid it.  The tiny car slammed into the side of her boot’s platform.  Mary reached down and carefully picked up the wrecked vehicle and set it down on her palm.  She didn’t want to kill them just yet, not until she had said her piece.

Mary slowly and dramatically raised her hand up to her eye-level.  Her ample chest was still heaving from the physical exertion of chasing the car through the city.  She imagined that the men inside must being seeing one hell of a sight… if they were still alive.  She focused her eyes on the bug sized car and saw two people scrambling out of the wreck.  They weren’t dead quite yet.
“So, you racist fucks think I should go back to my own country?”  Mary spat in rage.  She was sure that the two men were desperately trying to say something, but they were too insignificant for her to hear them.

“This is my country you little shits!”  Mary continued to yell at the doubtlessly deafened men in her palm.

All of a sudden, she paused.  The rage seemed to drain from her, as if an emotional plug had been cleared.  She was filled with a sense of freedom, of dominance, of power.  She stopped breathing hard and a cruel smile formed on her lips.

“This is my country.”  She repeated, in a tone somewhere between sultry and contemplative.
Mary curled her hand around the tiny people and their vehicle.  She didn’t even notice the fact that they were both on their knees begging for forgiveness.  She tossed the remains of the vehicle off into the distance, barely aware of how it sailed through the air and destroyed an entire building upon landing.

By now, Mary was the tallest thing in the city – her city.  She realized that there was no going back now.  There was no way to put this cat back into its bag.  No one was going to forget the face of the Chinese goddess that trampled her way through the business district.  She looked around, surveying the fleeing crowds and trail of destruction that she had wrought in mere minutes.  This was it, the culmination of years of restraint and self-denial.  She wouldn’t have to pretend to be one of those puny bugs at her feet anymore.  She wouldn’t have to live her life without exploiting the power that she was born to.  

She closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on growing.  She was going to show these insects the full extent of her power.  Mary’s body shot up in size once again.  She lashed out with one of her fists into a nearby building, as if to punctuate her growth.  This time, the entire office building collapsed into rubble.  

Her boots expanded until they burst out of the streets, brushing aside people, cars and eventually buildings with contemptuous ease.   The tallest buildings brushed briefly against her shapely hips until her expanding frame pushed them aside like toys.  They came tumbling down on the city below them, inflicting devastation on a scale never seen before.  

Entire blocks met their dooms under her boots as she grew.  Soon entire districts were crushed beneath her feet. Mary bit her lower lip as she felt the death cries of an entire city reverberate through her.  This was just a fraction of her power and she so looked forward to showing the world what she was capable of.

Finally she stopped.

Mary looked down at the grey mass below her.  It was as if she was looking at an overhead map on her phone, but it was all real.  She was about 16 kilometres tall now, ten thousand times her “normal” size.  Even the tallest buildings barely came up to the level of her toes over the platform of her boots.  She could grow more if she wanted to, but this was good enough for now. 

Mary grinned wickedly as she saw the devastation that she had caused just by growing.  Entire swathes of the city had been reduced to rubble, and fires had broken out all over.  Droplets of water from her still soaked hair and outfit were adding to the chaos, landing with the force of bombs on people and buildings alike. 

The gargantuan woman lifted up one shapely leg and took a step forward onto a patch of relatively unscathed city.  Her foot came down with horrific destructive force.  Buildings were crushed flat without her even having to stomp down.  When she lifted up her foot again, there was nothing left but a sole and heel shaped crater full of rubble.

“Listen up you little shits.”  She announced in a commanding tone.  She couldn’t tell if the people below were listening, but she was pretty sure they didn’t have a choice.

“This is my country… no, my world now.  You will know me as Goddess Mary.  You live because it pleases me, and you will die if it pleases me.  You have no purpose now other than to serve me.  If you defy me, well this is only an iota of my power.  I can snuff you out in ways that you can only dream of… and I look forward to doing it.”

An eerie, almost impossible silence descended over the city.  Mary knew that she had a captive audience – a perfect opportunity to issue her first command.

“Well, it looks like my outfit is ruined.”  She continued, looking down at her wet, dusty, and blood-caked clothes.  “Make me a new one, slaves.  Something… in leather.”

About a week had passed since Mary’s apotheosis.  The world had been transformed by her growth more than any other event in history.  Entire cities had been wiped off the face of the Earth and with them, millions of people.  Humanity had never known terror like this in its history.

Mary, on the other hand, was having the time of her life.  She was free from the constraints of human society – free to do as she wished with the bugs that now fled before her.  In the week since her ascension, she had discarded her inhibitions and made many startling discoveries about herself and her… appetites.

One of the most surprising things she discovered was that, by focusing, she could control her exact size.  Sure, she had felt a rush of unfathomable power at 16 kilometres, but there was something more intimate about her current size of 400 metres.  She could see individual tinies scurry for their lives as she approached a new, untouched, city.  She was brimming with excitement.

Today was the deadline she had set for her new subjects to provide her with a replacement outfit for the one that had been soaked one week ago.  She had long since stripped out of those soaked rags and had spent a week in nothing but her boots and her matching red bra and panties.  She briefly thought back to how she had casually thrown her wet clothes over several towns when she was still 16 kilometres tall.  Her lips formed a wry smile as she pondered how many tiny lives she had snuffed out just by getting changed.

A small explosion brought Mary back to reality.  She had just stepped on a petrol station, which had promptly gone up in flames.  The ensuing fireball had demolished several buildings but had not even managed to singe Mary’s boots.  This was another of her wonderful discoveries – she was impervious to harm.  Much to the horror of the militaries of the world who had assailed her in the past week, nothing was able to destroy so much as a hair on her body.  This invulnerability also seemed to extend to her clothes, as her boots had been subjected to more than one nuclear blast, with no effect.

The Chinese colossus idly tipped over a few buildings with her hands as she walked.  To her, it was nothing more than the motion of brushing against some waist-high buildings.  The structures tumbled to the ground, vomiting out rubble and furniture onto the streets below.  Few people died compared to her previous exploits.  Mary had ordered that every man, woman, and child in the city was to wait for her in the central square.  Anyone who died now was simply a disobedient slave who deserved no mercy.

Mary approached the square where many of the citizens of the city were gathered.  She instantly fell in love with what she saw.  It was a shiny black low-cut cat suit that ended in a skirt.  A corset rounded up the middle of the outfit.  It was exactly what she had asked for.  Well… almost.  She had originally wanted something in leather, but the tinies had the wherewithal to tell her that it simply wasn’t feasible to make something her size out of leather.  It made sense, she supposed, but that didn’t stop her from taking the bad news out on the inhabitants of several cities.  

Of course, all that was in the past now (for her anyway) and she couldn’t wait to get into her new clothes.  She stomped into the square where the cat suit was laid out, crushing cars and more than a few people along the way.  Some insect on a stage was yammering to her through a megaphone.  Pointless drivel about how hard they had worked on this thing and how they hoped it pleased her.  Mary was too busy trying to put her new outfit on to care.

She reached her arm into one of the sleeves, only to have it chafe uncomfortably against the material.  Mary had never actually worn a latex outfit before, despite wanting to for a long time.  The brows furrowed in frustration as she wrestled with the top, trying every which way to put it on.  She stumbled a bit back and forth, crushing even more people under the massive platform boots.  Some of the people below wanted desperately to run for their lives, but they had seen what Mary was likely to do to them if they tried…

Mary was getting really annoyed now.  “Did those idiots make this thing too small?”  She muttered to herself.  The crowd below grew increasingly anxious at her agitated state.  The gargantuan woman standing in front of them was a force of nature at the best of times – nobody wanted to see her angry.  She closed her eyes and shrunk a few metres and tried again to get the top on.  Still no luck.

“Maybe I need some sort of oil or something.”  She thought.  “But where the hell am I going to get that much lube at this size?”

She looked down at the ants gathered at her feet and had a wicked idea.  Mary gracefully bent down and plucked up the tiny droning on through the megaphone.  The crowd held its breath as it feared what was about to happen.  She looked at her little captive, an elderly man, probably the mayor or something.

“I always hated politicians.”  Mary said casually.  

She brought the tiny man to her chest and crushed him against one of her breasts.  His body turned into a crimson splotch which Mary rubbed his remains over her smooth skin.  “This could work.”  She thought.

With a cruel smile she reached down towards the crowd with both hands and scooped up about a hundred people in each palm.  She brought them up to her chest and tummy.  Dozens of people were crushed to death as the mass of their fellow man pushed them against Mary’s fingers.  They were the lucky ones.  The others who survived suffered broken bones and suffocations as they wailed in ghastly pain.

For a moment, Mary stood there, savouring the screams of agony coming from the doomed people in her hands.  The tinies at her feet added to the symphony as they realized what she intended to do with them.  They started to panic and run from her.  “Hah, they still think they can get away from me.”  She thought.  “This will be fun.”

Mary quivered with anticipation as she brought her hands closer to her body.  She slowly tipped her palms towards herself and pressed them against her abdomen and chest.  Their screams grew louder, but were suddenly snuffed out as her hands pressed against her skin.  She could feel the brief struggles of individual people before their bodies were mashed into red paste against her.  The sensation was something akin to being ticked with feathers, but far more pleasurable.

She started to rub the bloody remains across her body, like a video game barbarian donning war paint before a battle.  Her alabaster skin was soon dyed crimson with the blood and viscera of hundreds of people.  But it was not enough.  She needed more if she was going to fit into her new clothes – she would have to be covered in it.

By now, the crowd below had broken down into complete anarchy as they tried to escape Mary’s predations.  They trampled over each other in a futile attempt to flee.  They weren’t getting anywhere fast, but Mary knew she had to do something before they dispersed.

With barely any hesitation, Mary leapt into the air towards the fleeing horde.  Her shadow eclipsed the main body of the terrified crowd.  People looked up in amazement and confusion as they ran.  For most of them, it was the last thing they ever saw.  

The colossal woman landed with a deafening thump amidst the townsfolk.  Thousands were crushed instantly beneath her taught tummy and generous breasts.  Mary slid forward with the momentum of her jump, her head ploughing into a row of nearby buildings like a massive bulldozer.  Had she been a normal person she might have felt pain or discomfort from her little stunt, but she was not a normal person. 

A cruel, high-pitched laugh reverberated throughout the city as Mary rolled onto her side to examine the result of her handiwork.  It had gone of exactly as she’d hoped.  The front of her body was covered entirely in red splotches.  Her skin now matched her underwear.  Mary rolled onto her back, crushing even more of the fleeing insects against her shapely figure.  She rolled back and forth like a child playing in the grass, hoping to get even coverage.

To the people below, it was as if an avalanche of pale flesh was bearing down towards them.  Men pushed each other out of the way in the vain hope of outrunning their doom.  Mothers clutched their children as they realized that they had only seconds to live.  Screams of terror mingled with cries of despair and the rumbles and crunches of Mary’s movement.  But Mary was not done yet.

She reached out with her hands and pawed wildly at the retreating crowd.  Even without trying too hard, she managed to grab up hundreds of people.  Without a thought, she slathered them all over her body as if applying sunscreen at the beach.  Her slow, sensual, movements belied the havoc she was wreaking and the deaths she was causing.  In Mary’s mind, there was almost something erotic about using so many people for her own convenience.

After almost twenty minutes of carnage, what few people who managed to escape had dispersed into the city.  Mary stood up and found a glass-clad building to use as a mirror.  She tore the hip-high structure from the ground with her hands and looked at her reflection.  The goddess couldn’t help but laugh.  She looked every bit like an extra from a cheesy B-horror movie.  She was drenched, head-to-toe, in gore.

“Well, I hope this washes out.”  She quipped to herself.

She then saw her new outfit and remembered why she had done this.  With a flick of her arms, she tossed her impromptu mirror off in the direction the crowd had fled in.  It landed with a catastrophic crash some distance away.  Mary thought she heard a new bout of screaming in the distance, but she didn’t care about that right now.

She sauntered over to her cat suit and picked it up.  She gave it a few whacks to dust it before trying to put it on again.  It slid over her like the gentle embrace of a lover.  She smiled contentedly as she did the buckles on the corset.

“See?”  She asked rhetorically as she looked down at herself.  “You tinies didn’t die for nothing.  Doesn’t it feel good to serve your new Goddess?”

She chuckled to herself as she started to grow again.  This city had served its purpose and now she had no need of it.  As she soared in height, her boots reduced the city into footprints.  Nothing and no one survived.  Once she reached her preferred height of 16 kilometres, Mary felt a sensation that had been oddly absent since her apotheosis.

She was hungry.