“And… done.” Emma said, punctuating the statement with a yawn. “I think I did a pretty fuckin’ great job. Right?”

The response she got from the minuscule girl being assaulted by enormous fingers was quiet, high-pitched, and more closely resembled the squeaking of a mouse than a sound any human being could make. Not that it mattered. She hadn’t asked the question expecting an answer, because she already knew what that answer would be. Some variation of “Please let me worship your feet.” or “I love your boobs.” or even the oh-so-common “It sure does suck being tiny!”

Tied up as she was, the tiny girl could only cry out in despair, as Emma concentrated on snipping the excess string securing her to the necklace.

“Glad you agree.” Emma continued, moving the trinket around between her fingers for a moment longer before letting it fall onto her chest. “Now, we’re going to go over your mission.”

The response could still not be made out, but Emma liked to believe it was an enthusiastic cry of support.

“Alright then mouse-brain. Your first task will be to free yourself from these bindings. I’ve made sure to tie them as loosely as I could manage, so it shouldn’t be that part. Once you’re free you’ll notice you’re-” Emma stopped to yawn again. “…Notice you’re on- no. Between my boobs, right? So you’ll have to go down, traverse my tummy, and make the careful trek down my thighs, legs, and eventually to the other… wait.”

Emma sat up, sending the minuscule woman on her chest spinning as she lifted her left foot and placed it on her knee. Her eyes instantly grew wide as she ran her fingers down the length of her sole.

“No… SHIT!”

She jumped to her feet, and in the same instance hopped to her left foot as if she’d jumped right onto a thorn with the other. A second later she dropped back to a seated position on the bed, clenching the toes of her left foot tightly. The wild movements through the miniature ordeal sent the girl tied to her necklace bouncing back and forth, though Emma’s breasts thankfully acted as shock absorbers to spare her tiny frame any real damage.

“There you fuckin’ are.” Emma said, kicking her left foot up onto her right knee and examining the bottom of her foot. Tied to her second toe was a second miniature feminine figure, similar in appearance to the one dangling from her neck, but tied much more haphazardly around one of Emma’s bare toes.

“…Right?” The sudden ordeal and near-crushing pressure she’d endured had knocked the wind out of the small girl underfoot. Biting her bottom lip, Emma poked the little thing, pressing her into the warm sole and releasing her several times, before she became animated once again. Like the little one hanging from her neck, she began to kick and make noises signaling resistance, but Emma couldn’t hope to understand it. She was only checking to ensure that the little thing was still alive.

“Good.” Emma sighed, and lay back onto bed, her head nestling nicely into the pillow.

“You.” She began, picking up the cross resting between her breasts and looking at the teeny body framed by her tanned fingers. “Have to rescue…” She turned the cross around, and pointed towards the toes of her left foot, which she wiggled to signal the target. “Her.” Emma finished, turning the necklace back to her face.

More squeaky replies.

“Fine I’ll explain this one more…” Emma groaned, before yawning. A simple, involuntary act to her, the scene played out differently to the girl in her fingers, as Emma’s mouth slowly opened fully, then seemed to try and stretch its way even wider, providing the minuscule plaything with a view of the fate she was being spared today. The incredible view of wide-open mouth could be enjoyed for only a moment, before a blast of humid, super-heated air sent droplets of saliva raining against her face.

“Time.” Emma finished, getting more comfortable in bed. “So, you’ve got to f-free yourself, free yourself…”

Another yawn was coming on, but Emma paused for a moment to let it past, noting that the wimpy little thing in her fingers still hadn’t fully recovered from the first.

“Then, you’ll move down the valley made by chest. The ‘Valley of Death’ I call it. “She chuckles. You’ll have to move past my perfect, round tits. My sumptuous… orbs. My perfect breasts that defy… that defy explanation.”

Seconds passed, and the light in Emma’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a low, droning snore.

With no more instructions to give, the mousey girl could only hope to try and perform the task given to her. Seconds turned to minutes that melted into hours, leaving the small woman trapped the entire time. Emma continuously shifted her sleep, but it didn’t exactly matter when necklace she was tied to was nigh-impossible to escape from.

The sun was beginning to rise, and no progress had been made on the game. Desperation was beginning to creep in, and the mousey girl continued to pull at her bindings with nothing but the slow, rhythmic breathing of the giant woman beneath her to keep her company.

Just when it looked like there was no way to get past the first miserable step of this game, Emma snorted suddenly above, and began to roll over. The rolling hills of her changed direction, and before the small girl knew it the neck wear she’d been tied to was sandwiched between Emma’s globes, one of which had popped out of her top during her sleep. A failed plaything turned failed test subject, she was thankful for one thing.

At least it was warm now.

Emma looked at the photo she’d been given for reference, then back at the landscape spread out before her. This looked similar, but so did everywhere else around this fuckin’ area. Squinting, she studied the details on the printout again, turned the page sideways, and frowned.

Her casual walk slowed to a stop, and she consulted the ground beneath her again. She had been contacted by a fan to come and crush the small city they lived in among the warm, rocky mountains overlooking a desert. Though she masked it as willingness to please a fan, she really was just looking forward to smashing a populated area flat. To drive a tourist destination dozens of feet into the earth with her bare feet. To create a monument to her own greatness, and use the deaths of thousands to add to its mystique.

“Oh. Here it is!” She said, finally recognizing an area nearby. The fan had sent a sob story about… something. She couldn’t even remember what, now. Only that ended in a request, no a plea to come and take revenge upon this community. Knowing full-well the size difference between himself and Emma, he’d sent satellite imagery of the town, knowing it would be closer to the image the towering giantess would see as she searched the sands for her minuscule target.

And it had paid off. There, atop a small plateau was a sprawling collection of cubes and rectangles. Intricate black threads swirled between all the boxes, with positively microscopic multicolored specks traversing them slowly.

“FINALLY!” Emma shouted, exasperated. All day. All day she had been walking and searching for this specific place. Along the way countless people, vehicles, and wildlife had found their own lives ended beneath her massive tread. Dotted and smeared across her tanned soles were the remains of every other location that had been unfortunate enough to wind up in her path. The small bit of sticky moisture mingled with her sweat, and coated the bottoms of her feet in a thin layer of dust as she casually stomped her way closer to the city in the photo.

But she had made it at last.

“Hello, little people.” She announced, folding the photo up and sliding the piece of paper into her shirt and nestled safely between her breasts. “I’ve come here to… um…”

Emma, in all her years had not once ever bothered addressing a city she was about to target. Usually because most bastions of human civilization were so far beneath her that they were trod upon with without her ever becoming aware of their presence in the first place.

And if the city were lucky enough to hold the giantess’s attention before adhering to her mighty soles? There would be no difference in outcome, save for a simple wave of acknowledgment, or just a small grin before pressing her feet over thousands of civilians in one mighty step.

Now Emma couldn’t help but feel awkward. She’d initiated conversation, but simply didn’t know what to say. Perhaps she should try and ease the terror no doubt running through the minds of such tiny, simple beings? Or tease them, to inspire even more fear and despair in their final moments.

She thought about it for a moment, then decided to simply be honest. If they didn’t like what she said, then they wouldn’t have to be upset for very long, anyway.

“Um.” She began, straightening up to speak more clearly. “Well, I came here to step on you cause apparently everyone in this town is a giant piece of fuckin’ shit.” She explained, not mincing words. “So, uh, maybe you should have all been nicer too…”

Her fan’s name had slipped from her mind, and Emma bit her bottom lip nervously. Surely everyone below was noticing how long it was taking her to finish that last sentence. As she desperately searched her memory for the answer, she clenched and released her toes, devastating the outermost boroughs at her feet. Great cracks formed in the ground from where she exerted unreal amounts of pressure with the simple act, and ended dozens of lives.

“Jass!” She suddenly shouted, an explosion of sound so violent it managed to shatter windows even at ground level from where she stood. “That was his name. So this…” She continued, slowly lifting one of her bare feet from the warm, sun-baked rock she stood upon. What was to the giantess impossibly tiny chunks of sand and debris made for a dangerous rain of man-squishing boulders and enough dust to bury fleeing people alive and screaming.

She held position for a moment, allowing the people below to truly grasp the hopelessness of their situation. A foot miles long hovered overhead, drenching the populace into heavy, inky shadow. The only respite from the all-encompassing darkness were the few rays of light that managed to slip between her toes.

That only made things worse.

If they’d been smothered in shadow they would have just gotten to pass while knowing it was all for the pleasure of some smug giantess, standing hundreds of thousands of times larger than any one of them. But thanks to the small amounts of light infiltrating beneath her sole, they were able to see the true scale of the giantess above them. Her smallest toe would have dominated their skyline, and wouldn’t even be slowed by all the buildings that were standing between it and the soft, yielding ground.

Each consecutive toe was bigger than the one before, but the scale of her sole was what drove many to madness. The roads were jam-packed with people desperate to escape the seemingly omnipresent foot above them, but even if they were empty the sole was simply too big to escape. It would take minutes driving at the max speed any of their miserable little vehicles could attain to slip out from under her shadow. Minutes that the people were sure they didn’t have, as the air turned thick and humid from the sole’s close proximity to the ground.

High above, Emma could feel the excitement swell up inside of her. There would probably be all sorts of footage of this she could view later. To be able to relax later and run her fingers down her own sole, while watching the apocalyptic footage of those trapped beneath her right now sent a shiver through her entire body. She loved being a giantess, and was sure no one would even remember the awkward pause just now when she couldn’t remember her fan’s name.

“Say goodbye, little people! This is for you, Hugh Jass!”

Emma stamped her foot down.

“FUCK!!!” She shouted a half-second later

An explosion of debris shot out from beneath her foot in every direction as anything near the outer edge of her foot had to endure a world-annihilating blast of air pressure in a fraction of a second. No man-made structure was sturdy enough to withstand the blast, sending vast plumes of dust and debris shooting out from beneath Emma’s foot at the point of impact.

Those trapped underneath her sole got exactly what they wanted. Staring up at and trying to comprehend the scale of the giantess killing them off for her own amusement had driven many of them to madness. For those poor souls, death was a welcome reprieve. The unfortunate souls who managed to hold onto their sanity could only utter a final cry of terror and despair, before they were converted to one of thousands of red spots adorning the giantess’s sole a moment later.

But no one was more upset than Emma.

“HUGH JASS! WHAT, LIKE HUGE ASS? FUCK, HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS EARLIER!” She shouted, ripping the piece of paper out from inside her shirt again. There, signed at the bottom of the copy of the original letter was the name, Hugh Jass. She had never bothered reading it out loud until she was ready to drop her foot.

“FUCKING! GOD DAMMIT!” She yelled again, balling her hand into a fist and punching the air. She didn’t aim the attack at anyone in particular, before grabbing both the letter and map to rip them apart.

Maybe the next city she planned on visiting today would go better. Instead of crushing them she could just force them into servitude until she cooled off. Yeah. That would be good. And it’s something a REAL fan would appreciate. Not like this fake Hugh Jass piece of shit.

Wasting no time, she began to walk back towards the coastline, eager to meet a fan who had volunteered his city for foot worship duty. Never one to ignore such a generous request, Emma reread the kind letter that had been sent to her by longtime fan and devotee, Mike Hunt.

“And then there was a big truck. A really, really big one. It was red, and there were ladders on the side and it was making a lot of noise. It scared me at first, but I just did what you said, and remembered that the affairs of big people are rarely of any concern to me. So I tried to ignore it, and you know what? It worked! The truck just drove past and aside from a bit of a headache from how loud it was, nothing happened!”

Emma was tired. No, tired didn’t do justice to how she actually felt. It was inadequate. Emma was exhausted. She was spent. She had been thoroughly drained of energy, but wouldn’t get an opportunity to rest until the bell rang for lunch.

“That’s good.” She said, nodding to the inch-tall boy standing on her desk.

“No, thank you Miss Gear! If it hadn’t been for you, then-”

Ugh. Was he really about to transition into another pointless anecdote about… whatever ridiculous anxieties he had? Tiny people problems just couldn’t compare to the real stresses and anxieties that big people like herself faced every day. But apparently not enough people came by to visit the school’s counselors, so their job descriptions expanded to include the tiny seniors attending. If this went well, then it would be further expanded to the rest of the grades, and Emma already found herself hoping that this would be a big failure for the school.

“…And I stood up to her and said, ‘Injecting weed is for dummies!’ Well, it turns out she didn’t appreciate that, so she put me into a plastic cup, and started blowing smoke into it…”

Emma glanced at the clock.

Five minutes. The appointment was for half an hour, and it had only been five minutes. That meant twenty-five more minutes until she could… ugh. She didn’t even want to finish the thought. Twenty-five more minutes she would have to sit here and endure before she could make a hopeless attempt to regain some of the missing sleep she was operating on.

“Obviously, I couldn’t tell that we had arrived home, but when she kicked off her shoe and unrolled her sock, I was deposited onto my front yard. She even left her sock draped over the roof of where I live! My mom was so upset. Can you believe it?”

“I’ll have a talk with…” Emma responded, before drifting off for a fraction of a second. Her vision returned, and her heart pounded as she needed a second to reacclimate to her surroundings, and spotted the cute senior looking up at her.

“Right. Um. I’ll have a talk with them about that.” Emma responded, clearing her throat after. She had no earthly idea who she was talking about at the moment. Not their age, gender, any physical attributes, nothing. She simply said what sounded right, and when the tiny boy in front of her seemed satisfied with the response, she calmed herself.

“Oh, that’s not necessary Miss Gear. It’s her own life she’s throwing away smoking that ganja. I say we just let her be and she’ll eventually realize the error of her ways.”

“Okay.” Agreeing with him meant she didn’t have to do anything extra about this, so that was a good sign. “But um, go on.”

“Well.” The boy began, turning to face Emma who suddenly opened her mouth impossibly wide. His blood froze in his veins as he watched the warm, gentle face of his counselor begin to transform into an enormous, slavering maw. Her mouth opened so wide he could envision his entire house sitting comfortably on the surface of her thick tongue, and wondered just how easily she could swallow him and the rest of his family.

While the sheer scale of the mouth so close by had literally taken his breath away, he found it returned to him one-thousand fold a moment later. From the depths of the curvy giantess before him came a hot, heady wind that washed over him like a tidal wave. The entire ordeal lasted nearly ten seconds, before finally, thankfully, the full lips began to close.

“For-” Emma began, before stopping to yawn. “Forgiveness is good.” She said, never noticing how enthralled the tiny student before her was with the simple act of her yawning. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but please continue.” She said, lowering her head even closer to the boy on her desk, who found himself frozen in place at her sudden approach.

“Could you, um, please not move so close like that.” He asked, sitting down on the desk. Something about sitting made the incredible difference in scale between himself and the giant woman more easy to endure. Maybe it had to do with the fact that standing at his full height made their differences harder to accept.

“I’m sorry.” Emma said, but didn’t move her head. “There’s a glare from the window outside, do you mind if I close my eyes?”

“B-By all means.” The boy said. It was easy for him to forgive someone after the deed had been done and there was some distance between himself and the event, but much harder when it was still playing out in front of him. “But, anyway. Yesterday I made the mistake of walking into the girl’s locker room. I mean, I’ve asked faculty before if they could stick a sign up on the tiny’s entrance since I can’t read the giant’s sign from all the way down below, but I haven’t had any luck yet.”

“I’ll… get on that.” Emma said, feeling the gentle embrace of sleep beginning to come for her as she tried to stay active and conscious.

“Thanks, Miss Gear. So, I accidentally walked in, but I didn’t know because it’s my first class of the day and I was early. So I got changed, and suddenly saw the girl’s track and field team start coming in. And I didn’t know what to do! So I-”

It was at this exact moment that sleep finally overtook Emma. Her left arm was stretched out, and acted like a pillow to catch her head, while her chin hit the table she’d been struggling to stay awake above. It wasn’t loud, or painful, and made hardly a sound. Just a simple thud, followed by the sounds of a woman resting.

Unfortunately, her chin just so happened to fall directly onto the seated boy she’d been listening to a moment earlier. His legs were immediately pinned in place, and panic overtook him as the giantess’s enormous face seemed to invade his personal space.

“Miss Gear!” He said, trying to pull himself out from underneath the head several times larger than his home. It was no use. Though only an infinitesimally small portion of her face was making contact with him, it was enough to keep him locked into a vulnerable position directly beneath her from which escape was impossible. He cursed himself for not putting more distance between the two of them when she’d first started leaning over, before quietly asking for forgiveness for his cursing.

Emma, for her part, wasn’t aware of anything taking place beneath her. She had drifted off into sleep completely, and her lips curled upward into a vague smile as her body silently thanked her for providing it the sleep it had been denied so long.

After a couple minutes of struggle, the boy gave up. He looked at the clock hung up on the wall, and did his best to focus on it. The sheer distance made it hard to read even when he squint, but it looked like there was still a solid twenty minutes left until lunch period. If there was one thing he’d gotten used to in his life as a small person, it was being put into awkward situations for extended periods of time. This one seemed no different, so he would just have to wait it out.

Then he felt something warm splash over his face. Immediately caught off guard he found himself gasping for air, and felt the warm, sticky mess coat the inside of his mouth and nose for a split second before he managed to spit it all out and wipe his face clean. Turning his head up, he was greeted with a second splash of the warm liquid, and felt it coat his eyes, making it hard to see as he tried to rub the liquid free.

In the split second before it hit though, he caught sight of the source. It looked like Miss Gear was drooling in her sleep. It was hard to imagine that something he’d oft found himself doing in his sleep could happen to the giant woman as well, though with much different results. While the most that would happen to him if he drooled was a wet patch on a pillow, if Miss Gear continued to drool like this, then…

“Miss Gea-!” He shouted, but found another droplet splashing onto his face and forcing a great deal of the tanned giantess’s saliva down his throat. He coughed, finding it hard to speak with his mouth full this way, only to have a second drop hit the top of his head and drench his hair.

He only had a moment to realize what the two drops happening in close proximity meant.

Emma slept soundly. The droplets of saliva raining from her open mouth onto her desk quickly transitioned into an impossibly thin stream.

The boy fought valiantly against the stream of saliva, but he was not built for fighting. He was a born intellectual, and even the weight of Emma’s saliva quickly became too much for him to bear, and he was forced onto his back by it. What was once just the excess liquid he’d wiped off his own face and onto the desk behind him transformed all-too-quickly into puddles of the giantess’s saliva.

All he could do now was hope that Miss Gear would wake up early, and rescue him. The thick, sweetly-scented puddles quickly congealed into a pool under his back, and try as he might to continue fighting off the liquid he could tell he was only delaying the inevitable. The pool rose up around his ears, submerging them, and he fought for every gasp of air he could manage between the relentless onslaught of the sleeping giantess’s mouth.

“I’m sorry!” Emma said, jerking her head up suddenly. The bell was ringing! Sitting up, she felt a small wet patch on her lip, and wiped it off, before looking up at the clock. It turned out that lunch was over now. She’d slept past the bell signaling the start, and was now only waking up at the next bell confirming her return to her desk.

“Well, we’ll talk next time.” She said, looking back down at her desk, and drawing her head back in surprise. A small puddle of drool had been left where she’d napped, and floating in it was… well, she couldn’t really tell because it was face down, but she hoped it was the boy she’d been talking to.

“Guess I’ll have to pay his mother a visit after school.” She said, reaching for a box of tissues she kept on her desk and wiping the mess up. Once clean, she crumpled the paper, smiling a bit at the tiny crunching sensation she could barely make out through the pads of her fingers as she did so.

“I’m ready for whoever’s next!” She announced, opening the door to her office again and straightening her glasses. Another yawn punctuated the announcement, and she grumbled in the realization that her nap hadn’t even helped much.

Emma aimlessly sauntered through the featureless world like a bona-fide walking apocalypse. The world she inhabited appeared flat thanks to her great size, but it was far from uninhabited. Each step wiped her miles-long soles clean of the accumulated remains of civilization she so effortlessly trod upon, while applying a fresh, unique coat to replace the erased one.

Normally the feminine colossus would make a passive attempt at avoiding the gray patches that wound up in her path. That was where the tiny people she shared this planet with lived most densely, after all. Every step outside of those patches would be unlikely to claim more than a few hundred lives. Only those naive enough to live out side of the cities, or the people who lived too close to the edge and found their way smeared under a toe.

Today was different. Her steps weren’t guided, and careful. She didn’t step with the measured intent of a deity looking to only trod upon her subjects that found their way outside of the designated areas. Instead she trod through mountain, forest, and city alike. It made no difference to her. The only fun she gained from stepping on the cities came from the knowledge that they were occupied. That they were densely packed with people awaiting her soft, cataclysmic touch.

In an ironic twist, the reason the people had so much to fear from Emma’s calamitous tour would also prove to be their saving grace. She wasn’t aiming directly for their population centers. Her steps were wild, and inaccurate, but they weren’t made with the intent of crushing them.

With one earth-shaking boom, Emma’s big toe pushed into the edge of a particularly dense city. Dozens of skyscrapers that couldn’t hope to clear the nail of that toe collapsed just from the sheer presence of it, and enormous plumes of debris shot outward in every direction. For a moment the world stood still as the people struggled to gather their senses, before the panic at the toe dominating their skyline set in.

High-pitched screams and wails filled the air, quickly overpowered by the sounds of emergency vehicles powering up to begin rescue efforts as tiny people flooded the streets in a hopeless bid to escape.

Emma exhaled, and folded her arms high above the city.

As she did so, she made a move so subtle she wasn’t even aware of it. On her right foot her big toe clenched ever so slightly, pressing harder into the soft earth beneath. The effect on the local population was devastating, as the slight press sent great cracks spreading through the earth in every direction surrounding the giantess’s digit. Countless lives who’d barely escaped with the toe’s sudden appearance were quickly swallowed up, and lost.

For her part, Emma was still annoyed. She kept repeating the name “Hugh Jass” to herself. There was no doubt about it. There were microbes who worshiped her every movement and looked up to her everywhere. Normally she didn’t care. But she didn’t normally make such a loud, obvious mistake. In the back of her head, she knew that maybe, just maybe, she could have gotten away with it if she hadn’t started cursing so loudly the instant she’d notice.

Frowning, she began to tap her right foot. Unbeknownst to her, the city she’d stopped just short of crushing with her final step was breathing a sigh of relief as she stood in place. It was short-lived though, as Emma’s first tap unleashed a torrent of humid wind so powerful it blasted away vast swathes of the city like they had been constructed from dust. The power behind her foot tapping also served to widen the cracks spreading from her feet in every direction, making short work of an entire population center thanks to the giantess’s casual movements.

Emma had worked on maintaining a very careful image of herself that she wanted to project onto these puny organisms swimming around her feet. Footage of herself nearly falling over in anger at being tricked so easily was undoubtedly being spread across the world right now. And while she was certain her latest angry trek across multiple countries would temper some of the damage done to her reputation, she felt like it wasn’t enough.

Then, an idea struck!

A quick scan of the lands surrounding Emma confirmed that there was no trace of civilization in her immediate surroundings. In order to enact her plan she’d need a modest sized city, so she began to walk again, carefully scanning the surface of the Earth until she found a good-sized city.

Resisting the urge to kick the entire thing into dust and demand respect out of her inferiors, she carefully approached, and stood over the city, her feet on opposite ends of it.

“Where am I?” Emma said out loud, and watched the city carefully. As expected, a series of explosions lit up the sky, spelling a name she didn’t care about. She simply wanted to make sure that these people in this city would still do as told, and hadn’t begun to question her authority yet.

“Good response time!” Emma announced, taking a step backwards and carefully lowering herself to a seated position. The entire continent seemed to shake when the giantess plopped onto her enormous ass, but the people in the victimized town had more pressing matters to attend to.

“I’ve been walking for a long, long time today. I haven’t asked for a nice, relaxing, foot rub from you little pieces of shit for a long time. So I think it’s only fair if you provide me with this one thing I want, in exchange for allowing you to live. Got it?”

Many people had issues with her word choice of “allowing them to live”, but not a single soul raised an objection. None knew for certain how far Emma’s supposed divinity extended, and no one wanted to be responsible for their district turning into a red smear on her littlest toe.

“Good! So get to it!”

Emma exhaled, and watched the action play out before her. It had been quite awhile since she’d asked the little people for something as indulgent as a foot rub. In her mind she remembered every step as it was the day she’d helped them come up with the specifics.

Near-microscopic aircraft that appeared as little more than the glints of sunlight that reflected off of their metal frames would set to work carrying enormous lengths of rope up and between her toes. Attached to the rope at regular intervals were dozens of the most physically capable people the city had to offer. Each a powerhouse among their own kind, they would have to unite as one to produce a minuscule sensation along the lengths of Emma’s impossibly massive and powerful feet.

Tingles would run up and down her spine as the sensations would begin to build in her feet, while the less capable would be stationed up between her toes. Emma was so big that hundreds of teams could be stationed between her toes with no fear of falling. She was more sensitive between the toes, and while it offered little pleasure in return, she wasn’t one to deny her minuscule servants the opportunity to lavish praise upon her.

This was the main part of her foot rub plan. She could sit there for minutes, or possibly even hours, absorbed in the total subservience she got from such a tiny species dead-set on doing as she was told. Her mind continued to wander, as she saw pictures of her bare soles dominating every news cycle that night. She imagined a time lapse of her dusty, bloodied soles being presented to the city, and the slow cleanup that proceeded.

Armed with sponges, her powerful servants would scrub at every spot on her endless soles. The tiny aircraft never stopped operating once the ropes had been set up, and were now carrying massive containers of water to the tops of her toes and dumping them all out to drip down the miles-long length of her bare feet.

They would forget all about her honest mistake earlier!

But for as mighty as Emma’s feet were, they were still a job that could be handled by several thousand people at once. Possibly as much as a million if they were able to organize quickly enough with the aircraft.

The people furthest away from the giantess would need more time to arrive. Though they’d have showed up too late to be part of either foot rubbing team, there was a secondary task to ensure that no one in the city was slacking off. While the second part of the task was prepared they could occupy themselves at her heels, and contribute in whatever way they could manage while being so pathetically small and insignificant.

Then, the vehicles would arrive. Emma could never quite remember their names, but they were long…ish, and colored black and yellow. A veritable army of these vehicles would arrive at her soles, and those who showed up late would soon be boarding them. Afterwards, the aircraft would hoist them up into the air, and begin the long, perilous journey up Emma’s body.

Those inside the bus could see the endless expanse of Emma’s smooth legs, leading up to thighs as massive as their entire city. Then the forward momentum stopped, and the aircraft simply started to climb. Past Emma’s soft belly. Past a thick layer of wispy clouds. Past a pair of breasts large enough to be settled upon by the tiny people as a new world. Higher and higher until they reached her satisfied face.

She would be surprised by their appearance, before remembering what they were here to do. A warm smile would send the people in those vehicles into an excited frenzy as they awaited the next step.

Emma opened her mouth, and let her tongue loll out lazily. She exhaled as she did so, nearly sending one of those flitting aircraft into a dizzying fall in the process. Thankfully they all managed to recover, and began to hover just over the endless depths of the giantess’s maw. Hot, sweetly scented breath filled the vehicles, driving the occupants mad with excitement.

Then, the locks would be disengaged. Though the aircraft were hovering hundreds of feet above the open mouth, it wasn’t quite enough to even clear the giantess’s full lips. It wouldn’t matter, as the unlocked vehicles meant that the passengers could begin their crazed fight to escape.

Emma sighed in satisfaction as she felt dozens upon dozens of tiny people rain from the gathered aircraft onto her tongue. If these people couldn’t arrive in time to rub her feet, then they would serve her well as a minute energy source.

She was at peace.

Exhaling a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding, Emma looked back down at her bare feet, and saw exactly nothing had been changed. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been lost in her lusty thoughts about how the foot rub plan was supposed to be executed, but she was sure that there should have been some progress made by now.

Her eyes narrowed. Maybe these people just didn’t want to live. Sure, it had been awhile since she’d actually asked for a foot rub, but these people just knew that there were certain things they were supposed to have on hand in case she asked for them. They’d given her the name of the town when she arrived, so why weren’t they prepared for this? Maybe they just weren’t as loyal as…

Emma searched her mind for the name of the last city she’d had rub her feet. She couldn’t remember exactly, so she searched it a second time. Then, just to be sure, she searched it a third time.

“Oh GOD DAMMIT!!!” She shouted once again, bringing both hands up to her face to cover it in embarrassment. She’d never actually used the foot rub plan before. It was something she’d thought up and was eager to try out, but hadn’t yet given anyone the orders yet.

“UM…” She added, suddenly realizing that she was in the middle of another embarrassing tantrum. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking for a way out of this, before she jumped to her feet, clenched her hands into fists and put on her meanest face.

“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ USELESS!” She shouted, standing up, and swiping the city her feet had so easily dominated the skyline of moments earlier. Her heart pounded as she wiped away millions of lives with a few casual swipes of her bare feet, hoping no one had noticed her embarrassing moment this time. No one had a harder time than she did, and this was the second time today she’d fucked up!

“I don’t know about this…”

“Trust me Emma, you’ll love it.”

“Of course I’ll love it. With a name like ‘Man Squishers’, who wouldn’t? But it’s not really my scene, you know? I don’t even drink.”

“But you like to squish things, right?”

Emma bit her bottom lip and eyed the other woman suspiciously. She hadn’t known Jessie for very long, and wasn’t sure of how she had so quickly discovered some of her fantasies. She didn’t make an extreme effort at hiding her interests though, so she couldn’t rule out that she hadn’t simply let it slip at some point around the woman.

“I mean, yes, but-”

“But nothin’. Look. All I’m sayin’ is we could use someone like you at the bar. Most of the little people around the bar are lookin’ to spend some time around a big pair of hot feet, right?” As she spoke, Jessie kicked one of her booted feet up onto her other knee, and worked to undo the laces. “And that includes my own.” She concluded, freeing a glistening bare foot from inside of the boot and stretching her leg out.

“Stepping on little people is definitely the best way to pop them.” Emma said, ignoring Jessie’s bare foot stretching in the fresh air and focusing instead on the boot.

“Oh and they’ll pop. It won’t be permanent and all, but it sure will feel like it is..” Jessie said, grinning as she noticed how enthralled Emma was with her boot. “But that’s not all. See, there’s other niches here that are a little underserved by both the visitors and the staff in favor of more foot adventures.” She continued, sticking a hand directly into her boot and rooting around for a moment.

“Wait, the staff can be tiny, too?”

“Of course.” Jessie said, pulling out a tiny figure from the depths of her boot. Once outside again, the small blonde-headed waif alternated between coughing and taking deep lungfuls of fresh air in the giant brunette’s fingerless-glove clad hands. Her hair may have been matted to her face and her entire body glistened from a shining layer of sweat, but both of her lips were nonetheless curled upwards in joy.

“This right here is one of our little staff, actually.” Jessie said, wrapping the black and white striped scarf the small woman wore tightly around her chest to bind her in place. “The customers who come in to step on tinies get to appreciate the sight of these pretty little things struggle to carry glasses or cans to them, then stuff them away in a shoe for the rest of the night. It’s a really great system, y’know?

“I’m not gonna be a tiny.” Emma said, pulling her face away from the struggling woman suddenly.

“Ha!” Jessie chuckled, then casually tilted the hand holding the blonde over. Both women watched as the pretty little thing plummeted to the hard floor quickly, but landed unharmed thanks to the oversized scarf she’d been wrapped up in. “Go ahead, try her out.”

Emma, never one for subtlety, had already set to work kicking off one of her old, worn sneakers as soon as she saw the little blonde fall. Before Jessie had finished inviting the other woman to indulge, she’d already dropped her tanned toes on top of the little blonde’s face, and pressed down until she could feel the near-microscopic sensation of licking begin.

Exhaling gently, Emma looked over Jessie, then around at the still-empty bar. There wasn’t likely to be any customers for a few more hours yet, so she had a good deal of time to play with the blonde under her toes right now at the very least.

“Alright, Jessie. Out with it. What do you want, then?” Emma asked, leaning forward.

The casual movement caught Jessie’s eyes, and she watched the valley of cleavage that had seemed so easy to ignore this entire meeting so far expand and open up before her, inviting her to dive right in and enjoy herself with Emma’s impressive mounds. Her throat suddenly dry, she looked away and cleared her throat.

“Right. Ahem.” She began, face turning red at the corners. “Well, like I said, most people that come by are into the whole foot experience, right? They’d like to be ants around a bunch of bare feet, to be stepped on and trampled on like a bunch of teeny lil’ ants. To worship toes and lick soles before we crush ‘em anyway, just ‘cause we can. And we’ve got plenty of people to serve those desires.”

“But I’m not much of a fuckin’ biker, and I’m sure you could get any number of other applicants otherwise.”

“We’ll work on the biker thing.” Jessie reassured. “Just keep cursin’ like you do, and maybe get some boots instead of those ratty ol’ sneakers, and you’ll be just fine.”

“Cool. Go on, then.” Emma said, driving her toes down harder and feeling parts of the blonde beneath her bend under the extreme pressure. She didn’t push enough to crack, no matter how much she may have wanted to, but she didn’t want the little thing to go a second without realizing how much power the giantess held over her.

“Look. I’ll just get to the point.” Jessie said, before pressing a finger directly into Emma’s soft chest. “We need someone with a chest like yours around, okay? Myself and a bunch of the others can manage to squish a little person between our boobs, but unless a customer wants to get made REAL small it’s hard for us to get the size difference that a lot of people are lookin’ for.”

“Oh.” Emma said, watching as Jessie’s finger continued to sink deeper into what was beginning to feel like an endless amount of soft breast flesh. “Well I dunno…”

“Emma, please. I know you don’t have anything better going on anyway.”

“Dammit.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Fine, you fuckin’ caught me. I guess I can hop in every so often as a customer to play with other customers and even some of the workers.” She said, shrugging her shoulders so the pendulums atop her chest wobbled into each other ever so slightly.

“Glad to hear it.” Jessie said, pulling her hand away from Emma’s chest and moving to shake on the deal.”

“On one condition.” Emma added, smiling deviously.

Jessie’s expression hardened.

“What?”

In only five minutes the scene had changed entirely. The bar would still not be opened for several hours so it was now completely empty, save for Emma who was sitting on a stool with her bare feet kicked up onto the stool directly next to her own. The one that Jessie had been sitting in only moments ago, and was now empty. On the bar right next to her was a small ash tray packed full of tiny, squirming bodies.

“I feel kind of awkward now.” Emma said, running a finger through the little bodies in the glass dish and swirling it around. “I never got the name of that little worker who was serving my feet so well earlier!”

Jessie was torn. She knew Emma was addressing her, and knew under normal circumstances it would be polite to answer her question. Unfortunately, she was now just a couple of inches tall, and working her own minuscule fingers into Emma’s soft soles. She knew from her line of work that everyone liked to work with tinies differently, and had no idea how Emma would react a perceived act of insubordination.”

“What’s she doing right now, anyway?” Emma asked.

Figuring she was being instructed to answer, Jessie steeled her nerved, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted.

“SHE’S BETWEEN TWO OF YOUR TOES RIGHT NOW, AND HER NAME IS A-”

The response was cut short by Emma stamping one of her bare soles down onto the little woman prostrated before them. It was a casual movement, but thoroughly knocked the wind out of the teensy brunette, who could only groan in pain afterward. It was made worse by Emma resting her heel onto the little woman a second later, preventing her from drawing a breath that wasn’t tainted by the humid air around her bare foot.

“Between my toes?” Emma asked, surprised at the response. She had made sure to hand the little blonde back to Jessie before they both got shrunk a second time, but hadn’t given any further instructions than that. Interested now, she leaned forward, and spread the toes of the foot that held Jessie in place. She’d made sure her feet were extra presentable before coming to the bar today, so it wasn’t difficult at all for her to spot the small dark smudge that she was sure was a fully-grown human woman.

“Hi down there.” Emma said, waving her fingers at the spot. There was a good deal of what appeared to be a movement in response, but she couldn’t quite make it out.

“Whatever. Thanks for playing along today!” Emma announced, and pressed her toes together. The sensation of an entire body collapsing and turning to a red speck was minute, but the mental image of what that little blonde had seen in her final moments. Toes towering above her on both sides, while a monolithic woman surpassing the size of any building she’d ever seen stretched on for what seemed to be an infinite amount of space before her. Fingers big enough to be buildings in their own right took a moment to wave goodbye to her, before her world began to shake.

Every movement that Emma had made for the little bartender’s brief moments between her feet had felt world-ending, but this one was special. Now the toes themselves were closing in on her, and she had only a moment to brace herself for impact. When the toes collided, she felt all the wind knocked from her lungs. Then her bones turned to liquid, and a great bloody geyser shot out from her every orifice for a split second before…

“That’s a small speck.” Emma said, one eye closed as she focused on the blood spurt on her big toe. “Do me a favor and wipe that up will you? And I’ll show you what these fuckin’ boobs of mine are capable of!”

Jessie was intrigued. Emma laid her feet out flat onto the stool so that Jessie could approach the bloody stain that was one of her subordinates seconds ago, but even she was already uninterested in the task at hand.

Instead she watched as Emma lifted the plain white t-shirt she’d worn to the bar that day over her head, and exposed two massive wobbling spheres of flesh to the cool afternoon air. There was no bra underneath the shirt, though whether that was because of preference or simply being unable to find a garment that fit adequately was unknown to her.

“The air in here feels good.” Emma said, cupping one her of gigantic breasts in a palm, and feeling it spill out in every direction as she wobbled it happily. She let go, watching the soft mass come to a rolling stop on her chest, and quickly scooped her other breast up. Though she was clean, she nonetheless dusted her chest off, hugged both breasts tightly to her body, and released, letting them come rest upon her body in their natural state.

Without saying another word, Emma picked up the ash tray full of tiny figures, and held it over her chest. Suddenly realizing that a good number of them may slip through the vast valley of her cleavage and make it unscathed to the other side she moved her free arm under her chest to support the entire thing. With her safety net in place, she began to tilt the ash tray over, flinching slightly when the small people began to hit her bare skin quietly.

The closest sensation she could describe it was like raindrops hitting her bare skin. The tiny men and women alike were to be returned to normal when the bar opened in a few hours that day, but were now were finding themselves in an unscheduled adventure. A night alone with Jessie, followed by a one-way trip into the depths of Emma’s marshmallow hell.

For her part, Jessie watched, enthralled as the people rained from above and onto the tanned woman’s bare chest. Some of the more physically capable and lucky in the tray managed to hold onto the top of the breasts and avoid falling, but the vast majority bounced about uselessly and slid into the dark depths between the spherical planetoids. Not that mattered, as only a few seconds afterward, a very-pleased looking Emma brought a finger up and swept the last stragglers hanging out atop her breasts down into the gap between.

Jessie was far from flat herself, but the way that Emma’s chest swallowed up all those little lives so easily and effortlessly sent her own heart pounding in her chest. Her licking of the bloodstain off Emma’s toes had slowed immensely as she watched the action unfold so far away.

“Is that everyone?” Emma asked, shaking the emptied ash tray up and down a few times to be sure. “Good! Are you watching Jessie?”

Jessie almost found it insulting. How could she not watch what was taking place before her.

“And… SPLAT!” Emma announced, leaning back so the people who’s managed to slide all the way through her cleavage would be prevented from falling out. Then she grabbed the sides of her hefty bust and squeezed them together, sending a cacophony of crunchy sounds and sensations reverberating through the entirety of her chest.

“And!” Emma said, slapping her breasts together a second time only seconds after the first. “This! Is! For! Good! Measure!” She continued, making sure that every crunch had been reduced to a wet slap and confirming that every body between her breasts had thoroughly converted into a red organic film applied to her naked chest.

“Like what you see?”

Before Jessie could hope to reply, Emma’s big and second toe wrapped around the little woman’s neck, and held her in place. Tiny hands fought to free herself from the domineering gaze of the giantess so high above her who seemed to regard her as little more than a plaything since she’d been reduced in size.

“Oh. I guess you can’t answer like that. Uh… gimme a thumbs up if you do.”

Almost instantly both of Jessie’s thumbs rocketed up in approval.

“Good.” Emma said, releasing the hold. “Now for the bad news.” She said, and scooped up Jessie again. With slow, ponderous steps that emphasized the jiggling movements of her chest she returned to her long-discarded shoes, slid the tiny bar owner inside of one, and put both back on.

A few moments later, now dressed again, Emma left the bar alone, seemingly talking to herself.

“I was going to squish you for doing a really bad job of worshiping my feet at the end there but… I forgot how you said the regrowing mechanism works and I didn’t know where I’d have to go to collect you after squishing you. So… I guess you’ll just have to come home with me tonight!”

There was a good deal of protest around Emma’s toes in response to that.’

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about it. I’ll bring you back tomorrow and then we can do whatever deal we agreed upon, alright?”

Jessie didn’t want Emma to know how much she was secretly loving every moment of this, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to fake-complain at the idea of having to spend a full night alone with the giantess.

The atmosphere that night was perfect. Cool, but not too cold, people gathered at their windows to see a meteorological rarity. A supermoon.

The brightly glowing disc filled the night sky, and many marveled at how something that appeared so big could still be so far away. It may have only appeared so large because it was the night the moon was closest to the Earth, but it still impossibly far away for anyone watching.

The downside to such an event is, of course, that there wasn’t a whole lot to it. Observing it wouldn’t change one’s life the way that a meteor only soaring through the sky every century would. Still, many people considered it notable, and were eager to have something to talk about at the water cooler the next day. A shared experience, even a mundane one, should at least ease the humdrum of another weekday morning.

So a surprising amount of people were watching when a massive being blacked out a significant portion of the starry sky. Humanoid in shape and with the curvature of a rather well-endowed woman, they watched as the giant being lifted one of her bare feet and held it over a new portion of a far away patch of civilization.

At least, for those lucky enough to be nowhere near the giantess’s sudden appearance.

Those who suddenly felt the world around them begin to shake and sensed the enormous presence of the woman nearby didn’t have quite the comfort of distance as those further away. With one powerful step the giantess’s toes dug into the planet’s soft surface, bringing down structures for miles in every direction and knocking power out for any structure lucky enough to remain standing.

The bare foot lifted, but there wasn’t any artificial light needed to make its shape out against the backdrop of the supermoon. Those directly underneath could hear the telltale sounds of debris raining from the heavens above moments before the giant woman’s bare foot settled down onto another section of the well-trod city, and came to a rest.

Those who had narrowly avoided being trod upon breathed a sigh of relief. While people as near as their neighbors might have suffered a terrible fate underneath the giantess’s sole, they were at least thankful to have their own lives. While still very much in danger as a slight twist of the foot or slide could take them out, they were allowed a moment to themselves.

That is, until the toes that had just avoided crushing them began to expand outward. Sharing a planet with such a giant woman meant they were never truly safe, but it had been some time since she decided that her recently settled upon “big” height wasn’t quite enough. She still held within her the power to grow, and the bare feet began to expand outward in every direction. Cracks spread through the earth as her increased weight lead to them sinking even further into the planet, but there wasn’t a thing any of them could do but wait, and endure. And hope that the giantess would see fit to provide them with some sort of mercy soon.

Emma wasn’t the type to spare a thought for the puerile meanderings of sentience beneath her feet most of the time. This time was special, though. Not because she’d suddenly turned over a new leaf and started to care, of course. But because she was focused on something above her. Something that hung in the sky, filling it larger on this night than any other.

One look at Emma would have shown that she wasn’t in a clear headspace, but the night combined with her sheer size made it difficult to notice the dark rings that had formed under her eyes, and only those furthest away could notice the uneven, shaky gait with which she walked. Her expression was wild, and her hair was messy as she considered the situation before her.

No matter how many steps she took towards the floating orb in the sky, it didn’t seem to be getting any closer. Even at her unreasonably large scale she could tell she was still impossibly far away from her target.

She frowned, and for a brief moment considered giving up, and going home. The lack of sleep was certainly getting to her, and she was fairly certain she would be able to come up with a new plan after a break.

Closing her eyes to think, she began to breathe more heavily, and could actually feel the beginnings of sleep grip hold of her consciousness. The feeling shocked her awake, and she shot an evil glare back at the moon.

For a split second it appeared again. That face. An absurdly angry expression with teeth clenched so hard they looked as if they’d crack against one another. A demonic face so filled with rage it even gave the giant woman pause. Her heart raced as visions of the enormous angry face bearing down on her from above flashed through her vision, and she closed her eyes in defense.

Then, it was gone. As if it had never been there in the first place. Only the simple, glowing moon in the night sky. It mocked her with its act of innocence. Pretending to be nothing more than a simple rock floating in space. But she knew better. She’d been up until absurd hours every night recently reading creepy stories about it, and the secrets it had held since April of 2000. The stories of BEN, who drowned, and the way the large spherical body had corrupted every bit of-

Shaking her head, she knew what she had to do now. If the moon were to attack her right now there was no way she could win. She was, simply put, too small. And if there was one thing Emma hated, it was being threatened by something bigger than herself.

Gripping the earth with her toes, she closed her eyes, concentrated, and felt the ground slide against her feet as she expanded upwards and outwards. The feeling was basically nonexistent, but she knew she had quite a while to go before she reached her ultimate target.

Growth that took minutes to resolve was virtually unheard of for Emma. She pushed her body bigger, barely being aware of when her head left the atmosphere surrounding the planet. Still she continued to grow, her feet now sinking so far into the surface of the Earth that warm magma was beginning to pool around her toes.

And still she grew.

Until she opened her eyes once more.

The landscape had changed completely. The curvature of the planet she normally resided upon was no longer visible, as she had left the earth entirely. Now floating in space she was of such an incredible size she could have squeezed the entire Earth between her bare feet and popped it if she so desired. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, before she remembered her target.

Knowing the moon was even smaller than the Earth galvanized her response, and she was ready to ensure it would never again torment another hapless Earthling so long as she was around. It didn’t take too long for her to find her target, as the former supermoon had since been transformed to a tiny marble floating uselessly in the empty space.

She marveled at its tiny size for a moment, and brought a finger close by. It was strange how it no longer seemed to present any threat whatsoever when it was small enough to be popped between two fingers.

She drew her fingers back suddenly. No, being crushed in her hands was too dignified an end for something so evil. It needed to be humiliated, and as she drifted silently she knew exactly what to do. The formerly impressive moon was now nothing but a pathetic, craggy sphere pitifully floating through space. In comparison, her new size came equipped with a pair of powerful, all-encompassing spheres that utterly dwarfed the pathetic rock entirely.

Grabbing the bottom of her pajama top, Emma pulled the sleepwear over her head, and let it drift uselessly off into space, where it would undoubtedly eventually collide with another planet or incinerate in the vicinity of a star. Once it left her divine form she no longer cared about its fate.

Instead she stretched, making sure to arch her back so her impressive breasts jutted forward, and the tiny marble she was targeting slotted neatly between them, unharmed, but not unperturbed. The chill in the air made her own nipples harden, and she watched as those caramel nubs topping the jiggling masses resting on her chest hardened and stretched to sizes far greater than the moon itself.

She wondered briefly what it would be like to just remain this size. Emma wasn’t the smartest person around, as being a giantess meant she had little use for a traditional education, but she knew that people had once upon a time set foot on the moon. The same moon that was utterly dwarfed by her nipples right now. Which were only a small part of her soft chest.

She pictured scientists running calculations for years, building crafts to try and leave the atmosphere of their pathetic blue marble to tread foot on her glorious dusky orbs. To have diagrams of her chest drawn up on boards with trajectory angles mapped out in the hopes that her slightest movement wouldn’t doom their entire plan and send a brave crew to their early graves.

In her mind she wouldn’t have been aware it was happening until the special day. She would watch as a minuscule speck of light would leave the confines of the Earth’s tiny atmosphere and set about its trip to colonize her chest. From high above she could watch as the space faring vessel opened up, and a minuscule crew stepped out onto her bare skin.

The thought lead to her groping one breast out of habit, and that was immediately reflected in the fantasy version of the events taking place on her chest. Endless plains of soft, tanned skin stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction for her tiny travelers, and they did so with the knowledge that this was but one of two gigantic breasts. They were in complete and utter awe of Emma’s divine scale before them, she would have sworn she saw one of them fall to his or her knees in abject worship of the world around them, before her fingers came up and squeezed her chest lightly out of arousal.

A lazy grin appeared on the giantess’s face as she looked back down at the pathetic rock between her chest. A disgusting, lumpy surface that once tried to compete with her smooth curves. A fledgling attempt by the universe at intimidating her.

Cupping a breast in each hand, Emma spread her chest apart, offering her future victim one final look at the rest of the universe. Once she felt as if the evil rock had been given enough time to say its goodbyes, she began to press her planetary breasts together.

The cataclysmic scene was on full display for the entire Earth to see. Two breasts bigger than the Earth itself came together to completely and utterly swallow the moon itself in their soft masses. The people waited for the horrible sounds of a celestial body being crushed to rubble to reach them, but it all happened in silence. Hands with fingers bigger than any continent groped, squeezed, and rubbed the gorgeous chest together for a few seconds, before separating.

Many didn’t know what to expect. A still-intact moon floating unharmed? Maybe it would be cracked like a giant egg, with rapidly-cooling magma spilling out of its gaping wounds. Or maybe, what they got, was nothing at all.

Emma’s chest was so large, so powerful and so all-consuming that it had thoroughly pulverized the moon, completely erasing it from the night sky. There were traces of dust left behind sure, but those weren’t visible even to the comparatively microscopic people living on Earth.

Satisfied with a job well done, Emma knew it was time to return home. Closing her eyes again, she concentrated on shrinking to a more manageable height. Still wearing only a pair of white cotton panties as her discarded top would go on to become the beginnings of a new alien species far away, she managed to position herself above Earth and shrink until it was safe to step back onto the planet.

A completely different part of the world was greeted by Emma’s soles this time, and another sacrifice of thousands was made simply so the giant woman could be afforded a place to stand. Upon landing the very first thing the still-massive woman did was take a deep breath of air, as all the time in space had not allowed her to breathe.

The second, was to simply fall over, and succumb to exhaustion.

Simply falling to her back was an understatement, though. Emma was so tired that all it took was a warm environment, a breath of fresh air, and closed eyes in order to knock herself right out.

Emma’s greatest fear was being realized right now, though not in the way she had envisioned. In her mind she had seen the moon, angry as can be, drive itself into the earth in a spectacular explosion that would spare no one.

Instead, it was the twin moon’s of Emma’s own rear end that would be making their explosive debut onto a well-populated city she had just so happened to land above. The instant her feet had touched down she slipped from consciousness and began to fall backwards.

Her ass was so big it blocked the sun for a good seventy-five percent of the citizens down below. They, like everyone else on this planet had long come to terms with the reality that Emma could come and visit them at any time, but they had been prepared to deal with her feet, and not a round, jiggling ass. The difference was night and day as the a significantly larger portion of land was enveloped in shadow, and the ass coming from higher above meant it would fall with even more force than any of the giantess’s normal steps.

Time seemed to slow and the tanned cheeks of Emma’s ass began to glow as the air pressure beneath her seemed to put everything it had towards stopping, or at least slowing the massive woman. It would all be for naught in just a second though.

Like a nuclear explosion had gone off, Emma delivered unto the Earth the fate she had fought so hard to spare it from. Each half of her round ass took with it a million fresh victims before sinking into the earth to finally come to rest.

Now they could only hope that she wouldn’t roll over as she slept, and repeat the last minute with her chest.

Tonight was a very special night.

An altogether new experience for Emma, she made sure she looked immaculate for the occasion. Her makeup and beauty team were hard at work making sure she was presentable even though she was going to be leaving any minute now. In the back of her mind she made a mental note to punish them for this misstep once she returned home afterwards. They’d already done an excellent job only an hour ago, but she made the mistake of taking a second shower out of paranoia, and now the lazy crews were dashing across scaffolding and makeshift rigs to finish cleaning off and applying fresh cosmetics to every bit of her face.

They should have warned her that water would ruin the make up, though!!!

“All clear!” A small voice shouted up, and Emma immediately whipped her head to the side, sending a wall of hair bouncing over her shoulder and bringing down the crude implements covered in tiny makeup artists and hair dressers in the process.

“Okay.” Emma said, standing from the heavily damaged two-hundred foot tall stool she’d been seated at. She glanced directly to her side, and looked over herself in the reflective surface of a skyscraper she had set up in her bedroom. It was only one facade of a tall building, and was supported from behind by a series of heavy iron beams so densely packed it resembled spider webs, but it worked for its purpose. As a mirror for the giant woman to look over herself. One that wouldn’t fall over when she walked around it, and inevitably brushed against it.

Emma ran her hands over her body, feeling herself swell with confidence. She was going to make a great first impression. She’d intentionally ordered a dress made in slightly smaller dimensions and out of more durable materials so her curves looked like they were going to burst from every opening. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear, but a tactically placed window above her breasts was overflowing with excess boob, drawing eyes to her chest. It was a cheap tactic, but she knew from experience that a casual forward lean could resolve many issues.

Everything looked good. A tight-fitting scarlet dress complimented her smooth, caramel skin. Her hair and scalp had been massaged by so many hands she swore she could still feel a light tingling in her hair even now. And finally, though she was loathe to wear any kinds of footwear when traveling outside of the house, she couldn’t exactly get away with showing up barefoot. A pair of ankle-strap flats were the best she could come up with, given that heels were still something of an impossibility for giantesses such as herself.

Making sure everything was in order, she took a deep breath, turned away from the mirror, and began to walk.

It wasn’t a long walk to her destination, but she still made it to the front entrance with blood and viscera caking the bottoms of her flats. Luckily a red carpet had been laid out for the grand opening of the world’s first ever five-star mixed-size restaurant so after three quick wipes it was no longer an issue.

The building itself was a work of beauty. It wasn’t particularly often that Emma got to be around anything built to her scale. Much less such a fancy, elegant location. Delicious scents wafted from inside while a soft soundtrack constructed a lavish atmosphere before she’d even walked inside.

“Wow. This place is fuckin’ nice.” Emma thought as she strolled up to a podium outside of the entrance. A quick look around and she spotted the tiny people’s entrance. The lavish carpet she’d just wiped her flats all over looked more like a thin ribbon for them, and it was covered on all sides by a sturdy, transparent tube for their safety. It ended in what appeared to be a much-smaller section of the restaurant, cordoned off by-

“Hello Miss, how can I help you today?”

“Oh!” Emma said, looking down and quickly spotting a man on the podium she’d been idly standing near. “I didn’t, uh, see you.” She added, offering a weak smile in return.

“Sorry about that. I handle both sizes of visitors, and it can take a minute to get from the ground back to the top of this podium.” He explained, moving the clipboard he was holding to his side and bending forward as a sign of apology. “But what can I help you with?” He asked, standing up straight and pulling a pen from his tiny vest.

“Oh. Right. I’m, uh, here to review the place! I’m workin’ for The Pacific as a food critic. It’s my first day on the job, and they sent me here! The name’s Emma.”

“Oh. I see then.” He said, trailing off as he flipped the same page back and forth on the clipboard. Time seemed to drag as he idly chewed his pen and continued to flip that same sheet of paper over, as if he were hoping for something to change on it. After nearly a minute of searching, the silence was broken by a deep, rumbling sound nearby.

“I don’t mean for this to come off as a threat, but is it going to take much longer? Cause I’m gettin’ pretty fuckin’ hungry.” Emma said, folding her arms and putting on her best annoyed face. She wasn’t expecting to be held up so long at the front entrance and was having a hard time dealing with it.

“...W-What? Oh, right. I’m sorry, love. I suppose I can have you seated. I don’t see your name on the sheet but we were prepped on a critic showing up tonight. So if you’d kindly please lower your hand.”

Emma did as told, allowing the tiny attendant to walk onto her hand and guide her to where she would be seated. Along the way she made a mental note over the man’s details in case they came up later. He had a full beard, and kept his black hair combed backwards. He spoke with a British accent, but she could tell that it was being put on to sound fancier than he actually was. Maybe he was originally Australian? Or just some kind of a fuckin’ weirdo.

Though there wasn’t a single seat occupied in her side of the restaurant, Emma was nevertheless directed towards a specific table. She rolled her eyes once it was pointed out, and carried him back to his podium. It wasn’t until she deposited him onto his podium that she realized it was at exactly her chest height. All of that delay at the entrance suddenly made sense, and she balled her hands into fists, swearing revenge on the cheeky thing.

Emma’s anger was short-lived, though. In the time it had taken her to carry the man back it looked as if her meal had been delivered. A long rectangular plate had been laid out before her with three people resting on top of a small plating arrangement. In front of each serving was a white card, and a small bowl filled with dark orange sauce completed the arrangement.

“Holy shit this is fuckin’ fancy.” Emma whispered to herself as she sat down, picked up the first card and found a pair of chopsticks resting underneath. “And they even come with a free pair of skewers…”

Setting them aside for now, Emma decided she wanted to forgo the effort of skewering her meal all at once, and read the first card.

“Chuck” It said in boldly printed letters on top. “Marbled, savory, and with a clean-shaven head so he goes down smooth.”

Emma frowned. There was no hair on top of her Chuck’s head, but there were still patches of facial hair. Not that she minded, but she expected an accurate description from the restaurant. Or maybe it was accurate, and just worded awkwardly?

While she thought to herself she idly reached down and picked up the first portion of her meal between two of her fingers. Pinching his little belly between the pads of her fingers, she brought him up to her mouth and looked him over closely. He didn’t look particularly different from any other person she’d ever picked up and eaten, save for the embarrassing fact that he was completely nude.

She gave him another look over in her fingers, studying him. What on Earth would make this “gourmet cuisine”? Frowning, she brought him slightly closer, and gave him a quick sniff.

Immediately her mouth began to salivate, and she wondered how anything could possibly smell so tasty. It couldn’t have been natural… could it? There had to be a reason behind it!

Her stomach rumbled once again, and Emma knew she couldn’t wait any longer. She still needed to find out if he tasted as good as he smelled, and there was only one way to do that.

Emma opened her mouth, revealing the inside of her glistening maw to her first meal of the day. For his part, Chuck took his impending demise in stride, patiently waiting as he was deposited onto the squishy tongue. He’d been a somewhat tall man his whole life among his own kind, but now he easily fit into the giantess’s mouth, and could only watch as the lips behind him began to close slowly.

Slamming her fist onto the table, Emma felt a rush of hot anger run through her. Where had such delicious flavors been hiding her entire life? Her lips closed, completely sealing off the Chuck from the outside, but she could feel her saliva pool on her tongue as he simply sat there.

A sudden realization struck, and Emma wondered if the name “Chuck” was a reference to the “chuck roast” she’d seen on so many tiny people’s cooking shows! With that sudden thought she slammed her teeth together, tilted her head back, and swallowed.

Tall by his own standards, he was nothing compared Emma and was barely even visible as a small lump sliding down her throat and into the depths of her belly. Eating him had been the most satisfying experience she’d ever had. This was only the beginning, though.

Ignoring the pessimism in the back of her mind, she returned her attention to the plate laid out before her. Yes, that had been the single tastiest experience in her entire life. And yes, she would kill an entire country’s worth of people if it meant she got to relive it. But that didn’t mean that the other parts of the meal wouldn’t be just as good.

Or… that they might be even better!

Tossing aside the first card, Emma picked up the second and looked over her second course. This one was of a small woman with bright pink hair. She was laid out in the center of the plate on a towel that was made to look like an enormous, human-sized orange. Unlike Chuck she wasn’t lying about nude, but instead wore a bright blue one-piece swimsuit and big plastic sunglasses.

“Is… is she dessert?” Emma whispered, before remembering the card and picking it up.

“Leah” It boldly proclaimed at the top. “Sweet and savory. Eager to be tasted. Try with the orange sauce.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at the description. “Eager to be tasted?” She read, finding that line in particular interesting. In all her life she’d never met someone who was eager to go down. Most wouldn’t go down without a fight, while some would realize their fate was out of their hands and just accept a trip to her stomach. Even Chuck had mostly sat in place the entire time she was eating him.

“Well… I guess I should dip you head first?” Emma said, bringing her fingers down to Leah’s ankles to pinch them together. Just before she could grab though, the tiny, pink-haired woman drew her legs back, and jumped to her feet.

The act surprised Emma, but before she could get upset the small woman raised both her hands over her head and clasped them together. Shrugging her shoulders, Emma did as suggested, and pinched the little woman’s hands between the tips of her fingers. Then, carefully lifted her over the comparatively bathtub-sized bowl, where she promptly wiggled herself free.

Emma’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched one of the most fascinating things she’d ever seen play out before her. The little woman sloshed into the waist-deep bowl full of sauce, and began to scoop it out and rub it all over herself. She kept this up until every part of her body save for her face was covered, then ripped her oversized sunglasses off and left them in the sauce.

Once again Leah raised both arms over the top of her head, and Emma picked her up.

Being covered in lukewarm sauce meant that the restaurant’s chilled interior was beginning to affect Leah, and she shivered as she was lifted out of the bowl by the giantess.

Emma parted her lips again, and this time stuck her tongue out. She wanted to see if the claims were true, and carefully positioned Leah on the tip of her outstretched tongue. The thick, cloying orange sauce she’d covered herself in tasted pretty good. Not quite Chuck good, of course, but that wasn’t exactly a fair comparison.

Pulling Leah away, Emma licked her lips only inches away from the little woman’s face, enjoying the flavor of the sauce she’d so graciously coated herself in. Then, she stretched her tongue out once again, and moved Leah further into her mouth.

Once again, Leah wiggled herself free, and pounced onto Emma’s outstretched tongue. Instantaneously the experience went from tasty to otherworldly. The smaller woman hugged onto the giantess’s tongue and nuzzled her face against it like she was cuddling a lover. Her tiny legs kicked and wiggled all over the tip of the tongue as Emma slowly withdrew it into her mouth, and closed her lips.

Biting her bottom lip, Emma felt the little woman turn into a whirling dervish inside of her maw. It seemed as if she were deeply in love with the concept of being eaten, and now that she was more active Emma had noticed a subtle detail.

When she was going to be dipped into the sauce head first Emma assumed Leah wasn’t interested because it would be uncomfortable. Instead she could taste the little woman’s pink hair as it swirled around her tongue. Distinct but different from both the taste of her flesh and the sauce, Emma knew time was running out.

Taking a deep breath, she felt Leah hit back of her throat as she tilted her head upward, and swallowed. As much as she would have liked to keep that lovely moment going on she could sense that the flavor was beginning to fade, and made the decision to end it on a high note. The tickling of Leah’s own excitement over getting swallowed alive lasted the whole way down Emma’s throat, and she needed a moment to recover from all that had happened so far.

“…fuck.” She said to herself. And there was still one more. Were they possibly saving the best for last?

Emma’s eyes looked down to the final course. Unlike the first two it looked like this one was bound and fully clothed. She didn’t seem to be moving all that much, but whether that was because of the rope binding her or the blindfold covering her eyes she was unaware. There wasn’t an elaborate bit of plating set up for her either, as she appeared to be lying on just a plain oversized napkin. It was a bold move, but Emma figured she’d been surprised twice so far today, so maybe it would have a big payoff?

With one finger she poked at the little woman, and stroked her long, curly black hair for a moment before reading the card set in front of her.

“Alexis” It stated. “Crisp. Refreshing. A palate cleanser to be enjoyed between your first and second course.”

Emma’s heart dropped into her stomach. That’s it? There wasn’t anything special about her? She might as well have just picked someone up off the street and had them for a snack! And judging by how she was tied up and blindfolded…

“What a ripoff!” Emma said, bringing her fist down dangerously close to Alexis, who writhed violently in response to the nearby motion. “They should’ve fuckin’ said something. Should I even bother now?” She asked, poking at the fully clothed woman remaining on her plate curiously.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

“WHAT?!” Emma shouted, looking down her table at the new person who’d just arrived. It was a waiter, who found it hard to keep his wits about him when the wall of sound that was Emma’s shout slammed into him.

“I’m sorry!” The man shouted, covering the top of his head until he felt like Emma’s expression had softened. “But there’s a problem at the front entrance, and you’re needed there.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Emma asked, knowing exactly what the problem was. “Mind telling me what the problem is?”

“It would be rude to do in front of other customers Miss. Please just come with me.”

“Other customers?” Emma asked, picking up Alexis from the plate. Immediately the little woman began to writhe fight against the fingers that had grabbed hold of her, but it would have been a hopeless endeavor even if she had her full range of movement available to her. Bound and blindfolded now just meant her minuscule resistance was even more pathetic than normal.

“I don’t see any other customers around.” Emma continued, rolling Alexis between two fingers and breathing onto her. The writhing from the little woman swiftly transitioned into a silent shaking, as the warm, humid breath washing over her signaled to her where she was now.

“I’m sorry. It’s just policy that-”

“What’s your name?” Emma asked, leaning forward in her seat so her cleavage was on full, epic display to the man on the ground. Despite the incredible view, his eyes were drawn even further upward as Emma had balled up little Alexis, and was now holding her between her teeth.

“My… um. My last name is DeWitt.” The waiter began, holding up the nametag on his uniform”

“Do it? If you say so.”

In the blink of an eye Emma clenched her jaw, and instantly transformed her supposed palate cleanser into a bloody paste that coated the inside of her mouth. The initial crunch was muted by the giant woman’s lips closing at the same moment, and all the terrified little waiter could do now was watch as the giant woman’s jaws began to chew what was left of the scared little snack into nothing.

As Emma had expected, she tasted of nothing. Just an average, every day person. The kind she could get anywhere. Even right now. Right in front of her. In the form of a very scared, and positively helpless waiter.

“Oh, wait, you meant that was your last name. Right. Sorry.” Emma said, taking a moment to swallow in the most exaggerated fashion she could manage. There was no visible throat bulge of course, but she sure did act like she was swallowing a massive piece of meat whole and alive.

“So. Wits. How about you tell me what they want from me at the front?”

“Another food critic arrived!” He blurted out all at once. “He said he was the only one they had sent, and had a contract to prove it!”

Just as Emma expected. She thought that maybe if she’d arrived early she could show up, eat, and get out before anyone was the wiser if she displayed enough confidence. It would have likely worked if the food hadn’t been so damn good and caught her off guard with the need to savor it. And now she’d been caught.

Emma sighed.

Oh well. It was still a fun night out, even if the ending was disappointing. She’d been banned from numerous establishments before, and figured this was a good one to add to the list. Mostly because it was a place she was certain she’d never get the chance to visit under normal circumstances.

“Alright. Fine. You caught me.” Emma finally said, breaking the silence.

The pale waiter breathed a sigh of relief at Emma’s words. It lasted just long enough for him to be surprised when Emma’s fingers came down and picked him up off the floor. Before he could so much as utter a protest he was shoved into Emma’s mouth, and promptly swallowed.

“Alright. It’s time to go now.”

Emma didn’t like the sound of that. She knew it was time to leave, of course. She’d been caught. The jig was up. Her fun was over. What she hadn’t expected was for a voice to come from above her. Even if she was seated and bending over her head still hovered above the little people she shared the restaurant with.

Sighing, she sat back up, and confirmed that there was in fact another giantess present in the building tonight. Not dining, though. The Japanese woman before her was dressed like a waitress and held a second plate with three more tinies neatly arranged on top.

“I was actually already on my way out.” Emma said, squinting and looking at the nameplate on the other woman’s uniform. “Thanks for the help…Tanaka. You can carry on with whatever you were doing and I’ll make my way out on my own.”

“It’s Ai, actually. And I saw what you just did to… what’s his name.”

“Wits, I called him.”

Ai rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care. But I’m not jeopardizing the hours I’ve spent here. I’ll escort you out now, Emma.”

“Hours? Community service?” Emma asked, dusting herself off and standing up. “I’ve been there. What did you do.”

Ai muttered something under her breath. Though she wasn’t able to make out the whole thing, Emma was certain she’d heard the words “height”, “charity”, and “government”.

The pair quickly arrived at the front of the lavish building once again. It was surreal seeing the difference in scale from the building she’d just been standing inside, and the rest of the normal world outside, where she walked amongst buildings and could freely step on people as she wished. The tiny greeter from earlier was still at the front, and he shouted up to the pair as they grew closer.

“You take care of this. I’m dropping this plate off then going on break.” Ai said, as the black-haired greeter moved closer to Ai’s shoes.

“Wait, you can’t leave me with this fuckin’ guy.” Emma protested. “He just stared at my chest the entire time I was at the front entrance. And I think he’s looking up your fuckin’ skirt right now.”

Surprised, Ai stepped back and looked down, revealing the tiny attendant with his neck craned all the way back. She assumed he’d gone to her for protection, but it wasn’t as if he’d just seen Emma eat the other waiter. As far as he knew everything was fine!

A hundred ways of crushing the man ran through Ai’s mind in the blink of an eye, and that was when Emma struck!

Not prepared to leave disappointed, Emma lashed a hand out onto the plate Ai was holding and snatched one of the people off the top. She barely caught a glimpse of the fit redhead before she was stuffed inside of Emma’s mouth and swallowed whole. A spicy, fiery heat coated Emma’s tongue as the redhead shot through her mouth, and felt like a warm fireball sliding down her throat to settle into her stomach with Leah and Chuck.

Then, Emma broke into a run. An all-out sprint to get away with an extra snack in time.

And she was caught almost instantaneously. Much like Emma, Ai didn’t particularly care about the well being of those around her who were a fraction of her size. Though she was prepared to crush flat the greeter welcoming people to the establishment, Emma’s act lead Ai to toss the entire, massive plate behind her and run after the other giantess.

The chase was short, and Ai tackled Emma to the ground just before she left the building’s premises.

Five minutes later, Emma was standing in front of a camera. Her immaculate hair was disheveled. Her dress had numerous tears. Her smile had faded. In her hands she carried a big sheet of paper.

The bright flash captured the moment for posterity. The sign she carried said “THIEF” in big bold letters, and was placed on a wall behind the front podium’s entrance. Above her photo a simple phrase had been scrawled. “DO NOT SERVE”

EPILOGUE

Ai was fuming. She stepped through crowded city streets, making sure to coat the bottom of her mary janes in viscera as a way to take her mind off things, but it wasn’t working. Capturing a thief wasn’t part of her job description. Because of that, she had argued, she should get some of her community service time removed.

Not everyone agreed.

Wanting to take a more populated route meant she walked up to the front entrance today. Taking the time to cake her shoes in people and their nerd belongings meant she wasn’t paying attention until the streets changed from small roads to the massive red carpet she was familiar with. Trying to distract herself from the numerous hours of community service she had left to do meant she hadn’t noticed that Shift, or, the former greeter, had been replaced.

“Hey, Ai!”

Ai turned her face up, and wasn’t sure how to react. Before her stood Emma, the woman she’d tackled a few days prior. She waved to her from the front entrance, wearing a work uniform. She was wearing that uniform while standing in front of the wall that featured a photo of herself as a thief.

“Don’t.”

“I got community service for attempting to dine and dash! They said this place had an opening as a greeter, so here I am!”

“Great. How many-”

“300 hours” Emma said.

Ai had to resist the sudden urge to flip every table in the restaurant.

Lily’s hands shook as she applied the final adjustments to her design. The device that she’d been working on her entire life was really lying on the desk in front of her. The one that would offer her unlimited, unchecked power over her fellow humanity. She’d already tested it several hours prior and confirmed it worked before she set to work on this final bit.

A plastic shell to cover the entire thing and keep it protected as she carried it out with her into the real world. Rather than keep delicate electrical components hanging out in her clothes she was going to encase it in something vaguely gun-shaped. Like a cartoon alien’s pistol.

Sweat beaded from her forehead as she tightened the final screw until she could no more. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up straight, slammed both hands onto the desk and shouted.

“IT’S FINISHED!”

She didn’t care for the amount of noise she made at this point. If anyone complained they were just going to find their way onto her list of future victims. A list that was already hundreds of entries deep.

And that’s only the ones she intended to take with her.

If she grew bored one day and intended to seek out a plaything? Well, they weren’t on the list, but were certainly not going to be seen after she dealt with them. With a wide grin on her face she picked up the plastic gun, made sure to flick the safety on, and skulked out into the night.

Half an hour later she returned to her room, and turned the retina-searing lights back on. It took a moment to adjust, but she had navigated the room countless times blind. No time was wasted as she effortlessly maneuvered the minefield of discarded clothing and objects to take a seat at her desk again.

Hands still shaking with adrenaline, she pulled her project out from her jacket, and opened up a small chamber on the side. A stream of tiny, insect-sized humanoids fell from the inside of the gun and piled up on Lily’s desk directly in front of her. Once they’d all fallen she closed the side chamber on the gun, and tossed it onto her bed to keep it out of the way.

Then she turned back and regarded her prey with great interest. The first ever victims of her shrink ray. They were as varied as they were numerous, but there was one she wanted to begin with immediately. After spending a minute carefully sifting through the bodies, Lily’s eyes turned wide with excitement.

“Hi, Helena.” She said, carefully scooping up a little woman with brown hair from amidst the pile. It didn’t take long for her to realize she was being singled out, and to start screaming on her own.

Lily wasn’t sure what to do now. The two of them had been pitted against one another in a series of one-upsmanship for some time now, but with this latest move it certainly seemed like Lily would be declared the ultimate winner. The thought brought a smile to her face, a casual, almost unconscious movement that was not lost on the wriggling little woman at the end of her tweezers.

“Oh. I hope I didn’t scare you too much.” Lily whispered, enjoying the reactions to her most subtle moves. “But I’m feeling a bit… hungry.”

The already decidedly-animated woman began to struggle and writhe as if she’d been struck with an electric prod.

Lily watched her for a moment, then sighed, making sure to exhale her sweet breath all over the little woman trapped in her grasp for added effect. Then, without spending a second more giving her any attention, she began to tilt her head back.

Though the build up was tortuously slow, the actual act was mercifully quick. With all the delicateness her petite hands were capable of, Lily raised the little woman over the top of her head and dropped her, careful to make sure she didn’t miss the open mouth. The figure hit the tip of her tongue like a flake of snow, to the point where swallowing felt like a wholly unnecessary act on Lily’s part.

Of course, she still very much did swallow. The movement was loud, and exaggerated. She had an audience of fearful miniature people still watching her from below on the desk, after all. They needed to know their place in what was quickly going to become the rest of their short lives.

Lily swallowed twice, just to be sure. Then a third time, as if she were having trouble sending the little woman to her demise but she wanted to be absolutely sure she accomplished it. Finally satisfied with her progress she ran a finger down her long, slender throat, and opened her mouth to breathe once again.

“Thanks a lot, Helena!” Lily said. In truth, it wasn’t the Helena she had long considered a rival, but merely a woman who strongly resembled her. Still, it was only a matter of time before she got the real thing in her hands with her new shrink gun, and it had made an excellent showing of power to her little playthings.

“Now. Who’s ne-”

Before the words could finished a powerful rumble shook the floor, and the whole building. Lily herself was thrown from her seat but quickly recovered, only to fall down right on top of her collection of captured tiny people when the building rumbled again.

“What in the world is causing this-” She asked, as things once again shook and she managed to hold onto her desk to avoid falling over. Once again she managed to climb to her feet, and looked down at the red streak on her shirt with annoyance. If there was someone directly responsible for this, they’d just moved right to the top of her list of people to take revenge on!

“HAHA HOLY SHIT IT FUCKIN’ WORKED!”

The voice was loud. Far louder than it had any right to be considering it still sounded like it was coming from a human. She wanted to speculate as to what was going on, and quickly retrieved her shrink gun from her bed. The room shook again but this time all of the lights from the outside world vanished as something moved in front of her building.

Lily’s mind reeled at whatever was taking place before her, but could only see one way out. Holding the shrink gun tightly in one hand she ensured the safety was still off after her earlier exploits, took aim outside of her open window, and fired.

An incredibly bright burst of light shot forth from the end of the gun and enveloped the immense form outside for a split-second.

“WOW WHAT THE FUCK.”

Lily didn’t want to believe this was real. She watched as the roof of the building she was in was suddenly torn apart, and the floors above her were ripped away until she was revealed. Curled up and still holding the shrink ray, she was suddenly exposed to the sight of the giant being hanging around outside of her home. And it was the kind of image that she did not want to see at the moment.

An enormous woman stood over Lily’s home right now even as she continued holding down the trigger on the giantess. She wasn’t sure if it was having any real effect other than illuminating her form in the darkness, but she kept the trigger pulled just in case.

All her life Lily had been a small, petite woman. Easily towered over by women younger than herself her entire life, and her skinny frame meant wasn’t as well developed in certain areas as she’d have liked to be. Now all of those negative feelings were amplified by a hundred degrees as an enormous, tan, curvy woman towered over her bedroom. Each of the woman’s breasts looked big and heavy enough to cave in the entire floor if she decided to lean forward a bit and rest on it.

And worst of all… her shrink ray just wasn’t working!!

“What are you shooting me with, anyway?” The giantess asked, pinching the tiny Lily between two fingers and lifting her up out of the bedroom and up to h er face. “I thought it was a flashlight but I can feel a vague tingling sensation at the same time.”

“I JUST FINISHED THIS SHRINK RAY! AND I DON’T KNOW WHY IT’S NOT WORKING!!” Lily shouted. She didn’t feel like she had to answer the questions being asked by the woman who held her so casually, but was so filled with frustration she simply couldn’t ignore them.

“You just finished a shrink ray?”

“YES! YOU BIG…” Lily began, searching for the words that felt right. An insult felt appropriate but truth be told she was simply too envious of the woman who emanated so much superiority over her to actually go through with it.

“What a coincidence! I just finished my growth ray tonight, too! Nice to meet you, my name’s Emma.” The giantess said, bringing two fingers down to shake the hand Lily still held tightly clenched around a gun.

Finally giving up, Lily released the trigger and hung her head low. She raised the hand with the gun up to shake Emma’s finger, and winced when she felt the plastic gun get pulled away.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this anymore..” Emma began, bringing the tips of her fingers together and crushing the small gun out of existence completely. “And if it makes you feel better I think you did shrink me a little bit… like maybe ten or so feet. Sure doesn’t seem like shrinking me is as efficient as shrinking someone normally sized, eh?”

Lily had already figured that out to be the case, but nodded weakly in defeat.

“So I guess this definitively answers the question of whether growth or shrink is better, huh?”

Lily folded her arms over her chest and pouted. Years of work and effort down the drain simply because she wanted to keep her fun times to herself. She’d gotten to live out her wildest fantasy for about… thirty seconds, before they were dashed permanently.

She sighed again.

“But fret not! I’ll bring you with me on my own adventures as a giantess! Just hold on tight!” Emma shouted, pulling the front of her shirt open to expose a deep valley of cleavage between her breasts that Lily was quickly hovered over precariously.

“NO!-” Was the only sound she managed to make before the giantess released her, and she plummeted into the hot, sweaty depths that was Emma’s marshmallow hell. There wasn’t a whole lot of light to go on, but Lily could tell that she was in danger of sliding between the massive mounds of flesh from her position.

“Hope you’re enjoying it down there! I’ll probably keep wandering around until the sun is out so just make yourself comfortable until then!”

Emma took her first step, and Lily immediately knew that the simple request was going to be difficult. The giantess’s chest wiggled powerfully with her first step, and the vibrations jostled the round masses within the shirt, nearly knocking Lily free from her perch. Though she managed to hold on, the sensation of the world beneath her moving in tandem with the giantess caused her to quickly lose her hold and slide down into the cleavage between them.

From there things seemed to only get worse as the walls of flesh closed in around her. Warm, sweaty skin continued to press her together on each side until she finally stopped. She wasn’t sure how deep into the giantess’s cleavage she was when she had come to a rest, but the level of resistance ensured she wasn’t about to slide any further. At least for the moment.

Then Emma took another step.

“Whoops. Almost didn’t step on that cop car!” Emma mused to herself. It had been awkward making sure she hit it, and her chest was pressed tightly together for a moment as she twisted herself to make sure she did so. But she had done so!

It would be another several hours before the sun would rise, but little did Emma know that her tiny charge had mercifully lost consciousness after only a handful of steps after acquiring her.

Emma looked over the business card in her hands a few times, wondering why she’d even accepted it in the first place. Being a giantess living in a world of toe-tall humans meant she was rather well-known. Not particularly popular because of her disdain for the shorter species, but it wasn’t unusual for her to receive a small mountain of mail on a near-daily basis.

 Most of the letters were too small to read herself. For awhile she’d hired someone specifically to read her back what the mountain of letters said, but quickly found herself brimming with frustration at the innumerable insults blaming her for the death of friends, families, pets, and the like. Not even the thank you cards for disposing of hated neighbors, rivals, and bosses were enough to calm her afterward.

But the vast majority of letters she received were and continued to be from small people. So it was with great surprise that she sifted through the dust-sized letters to find a sturdy, black, business card mixed in.

“ACCEPTING ALL APPLICANTS!” the engraved text read at the top. “IF YOU NEED A JOB, WE WILL FIND YOU ONE! GUARANTEED!”

It sounded absurd. An impossible claim that made the rebellious part of her mind flare up. She wanted to see if they could in fact find a job for someone like her. Unlikely, as the risk of hiring someone eighty times taller than the rest of the workers was considerable, and the benefits were minimal in most fields.

So she went for it.

An impossibly smug smile adorned Emma’s face as she took the shortest way through town to her target. Homes and places of business alike were pushed aside as Emma’s feet trampled through civilization to reach the small, barren building marked on the business card.

“I’m here for the job!” She said, not expecting anything to happen considering how barren and empty the lot was.

So she was naturally surprised when a bright light filled her vision, and she was standing in a vast, empty void.

A slip of paper drifted from above with no apparent source. Rolling her eyes in irritation, Emma already wished she hadn’t taken this mysterious card up on its offer when she began to read over the piece of paper.

“Age? Height? Interests? Fetishes? Measurements? What the fuck kind of…”

There was no response.

Shrugging her shoulders, Emma was about to toss the piece of paper aside when a pencil mysteriously formed in her other hand.

“Ugh. Fine.” Emma muttered, defeated.

After filling out the sheet as best she could she tossed the pencil away, only to watch it vanish as soon as it left her fingers. Rolling her eyes again she tossed the piece of paper straight up, where it flew as if it were attached to a rail before vanishing abruptly as well.

“So what job am I gonna be able to do.” Emma asked in a mocking tone as she folded her arms over her considerable bust. “Or have I stumped your fuckin’-”

A new piece of paper drifted from above, which Emma quickly snatched.

“…Shit. Maybe this is for real.”

Several items dropped from above and fell around Emma’s feet. A hairband with two small black horns attached. A small assortment of leather and lace items that looked as if they would hug Emma’s curves tightly. A pair of miniature prop wings that looked like they belonged on a Halloween costume. And a long black… thing shaped like a spade at the end.

“And no shoes. Fuck. I guess I might as well give it a fuckin’ shot.”

Emma set about changing into the new outfit provided for her and before long was transformed. Long lacy gloves clung tightly to her arms, feeling a bit uncomfortable if she was being honest with herself, but the rest of the outfit looked so damn good she  was honestly okay with it. A tight bustier clung to her breasts for dear life, desperate to hold them in place. Her stomach was completely uncovered, allowing the little bit of belly to hang over the front of leather skirt. Finally, topping the look off was a small pair of horns sticking out the top of her head and a long tail.

“If I had known that being a succubus was a job I could actually apply for I might have taken this a bit more seriously.” Emma mused as the sound of leather rubbing against leather filled the empty room.

Three ropes descended from the emptiness above with three different labels. None of them sounded familiar, so with a careless shrug of the shoulders, Emma picked the center option.

A small amount of confetti fell from above, along with a thin manual. Opening it up Emma expected some horrible mess about quotas, overtime, and the like, but instead found overwhelmingly graphic images on pleasuring men and women alike, which seemed to be her only task.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Take me to where I gotta go now so I can get this over with.” She said, cracking her knuckles. Being a giantess should make it easier than any of the other succubi applicants would have it. Worst case scenario she could overpower someone with one hand and force them to help her.

The room flashed again, turning black and suddenly being illuminated by a moon hanging in the sky. Then a second moon. Then a third, though it was significantly smaller than the other two.

“And it’s not even on Earth! No wonder I didn’t recognize the name!”

Emma placed her hands on her hips and looked down over the world she stood over, and quickly came to a startling realization. Maybe this planet wasn’t the best choice. Back home she was… well… pretty big in comparison to the native inhabitants. But this planet was so minuscule that the normal-sized people back home would appear as towering giants.

Which meant that her feet were currently covering dozens of miles of sparsely illuminated land. Between her toes she could make out tiny spots that would flicker off with every slight movement she made and kick up a slow-moving wall of dust.

“Well I guess I can’t cheat the way I planned on.” Emma began, lifting one foot and watching debris rain down from her bare sole onto the world below in slow motion. “But maybe this is a good thing! If I have to forego stealth I can probably attract a lot more attention at once!”

Satisfied with her predicament, Emma tried to place her foot back down on an area as thinly populated as she could notice, but she nevertheless watched as dozens more minuscule lights went out at once.

“Just part of the necessary sacrifice to make a great first impression!” Emma said, surprising herself with how excited she was. Though she’d intended to make use of her uniform to attempt an erotic striptease that would have many of her minuscule charges staining their pajamas, she knew now it would be more efficient to take as direct a route as possible.

In one quick movement she grabbed both sides of her bustier and ripped it open, allowing her breasts to spill forth, free of their confines. The garment was then tossed aside, where it actually managed to escape the gravitational pull of the planet and begin to drift away. Seconds later the micro-mini-skirt had traveled miles down the length of her legs, and she kicked it aside where it gracefully smothered a few nearby cities into an endless night.

“Finally!” Emma said, running her hands down her nude form. The cool night air caressed her body and she casually began to lower herself onto the center of the strange continent she had materialized over.

With both palms flat she carefully hovered her enormous rear end over what was doubtlessly hundreds of cities with an untold number of people living inside. Normally she would have simply lowered herself to feel them smothered against her bare skin and enjoy the sensations, but she had a job to do. She didn’t know how she knew that she was doing it well, but she imagined thousands of near-microscopic people rushing outside of their homes as she hovered.

Encountered with the twin meteors that made up her prodigious ass, she was sure many would try to flee. Why they would think they could escape a butt so big it could reshape their country with only a few stamps would be beyond her, but those little idiots weren’t the ones she was targeting.

She was going after the ones who watched the ass of their dreams, tanned and perfectly rounded, hovering over their city, the next city over, and probably dozens more around them. Faced with such an overwhelming view of sensuality they would react the only way their puny, animal brains could process it.

By dropping to their knees and masturbating. Men and women alike stared up and praised the moon with one hand as they stopped whatever they were doing to indulge in this once in a lifetime opportunity. They didn’t care about the obvious demon horns poking out the top of the giant woman’s head far above them. They were going to enjoy their final moments.

Until finally, Emma sat. She couldn’t sense whether or not she had accomplished her task, but she had a distinct feeling she had.

And if not, that was still only the first part of it!

From her seated position, Emma leaned to one side until she was in a pushup position, though with both her knees planted firmly on the floor. Those near her toes would have a field day with this new angle of her ass, but they weren’t the ones in immediate danger this time.

No, the twin globes resting on Emma’s chest hanging above the city like the pendulums of an even more massive bell. Just below those breasts lay Emma’s stomach, and those who now found their lives endangered immediately noticed that as the giantess’s stomach pushed out ever so slightly because she was inhaling, those weapons of mass destruction would move in on them just a bit more.

“One side’s coming down now! Make sure to say goodbye!”

The people down below couldn’t speak English, so Emma’s announcement did little more than rattle them to their bones and crack a few windows. Her point became abundantly clear shortly after though, when Emma began to tilt her body to the right. In slow motion those under her right breast were forced to increase the speed at which they manipulated themselves in their final moments.

The stiffer nipple touched down first, driving a dent into the ground that was quickly highlighted by the surrounding flesh clearing a vastly greater area around it. As Emma leaned more to the right her boob flattened out further, wiping away greater expanses of land and civilization alike beneath an all-consuming tidal wave of flesh.

Those spared utter destruction under her left breast breathed a sigh of relief when the natural light of the three moons above began to return, and allowed them a spectacular view of the giantess pleasing herself by grinding one of her naked tits into the dirt. It quickly became far more passionate than they expected as her fingers dug into the earth, trying to gain a better handhold to grind more efficiently into the planet.

Emma was enjoying herself, but it wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t enough, she was just driving a boob into the fuckin’ sand. Her imagination filled in a lot of the blanks, sure, but maybe if she applied stimulation to where it belonged more directly…

Taking a deep breath, Emma straightened herself out, unknowingly crushing all those who’d been spared under her left breast moments prior, and began to press her hips forward.

Those who suddenly found themselves beneath Emma’s pussy found it a surprise. With how she’d been moving and the energy that she’d found to mash against planet with just one boob many believed she would ultimately get herself off.

That was not to be the case, and now a whole new section of civilization found themselves plunged into darkness as wet, squishy sounds filled the air all around them. Occasionally musky droplets would rain down  from above, and they had the effect of turning anyone struck into a lust-driven entity. All thoughts were erased from their heads as they looked up at the giant pussy hovering above them, blessing them with a layer of pheromones so thick it would drive even the most proper puritans mad after exposure for only a few minutes.

Entire cities transformed into living fleshy globules as hundreds of people met as one to pleasure one another in service of their giant succubus destroyer. Occasionally Emma herself would partake in the services being offered, and scoop up bits of cities below to mash into her pussy for further stimulation.

At least, that’s what she told herself. She knew it had to be true on some level, as there was no way anyone that small looking up at someone as big and nude as herself would be able to avoid touching themselves. And though she was likely to never know exactly how effective she was at this job, she knew that there was no way a normal-sized applicant was going to come anywhere near the numbers she reached today.

And that was the missing ingredient. The building sexual pleasure for some time had done its job of building Emma up towards an explosive climax, but the thing that ultimately tipped her over was the smug acknowledgment that she was good at what she was doing finished her off.

But as soon as the orgasm hit, Emma found herself once again back in that empty white room. For thirty seconds she lie on the ground, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, even if both stimulation and reason to be doing it were gone now.

Another minute later, having caught her breath, she groaned, and stood. A new piece of paper fell from above, and she caught it. As her eyes skimmed it over, her lips began to curl up into a smile.

“So much for not knowing how fuckin’ well I did.” She said, reading it over. “Total number of orgasms coaxed out of targets: 87,212,362. 67% Male, 32% Female, 1% Other. All very good.”

A line near the bottom of the page suddenly began to glow.

“Number of climaxes captured… zero. How does that work out?”

Almost instantaneously the thin handbook she’d been given before setting out reappeared in front of her, and is if it were being handled by an angry entity it flipped to a specific page and highlighted a block of text.

“Aw geez…” Emma began, scanning the text before her lips turned up into a scowl. “What the fuck? I was supposed to say some fuckin’ magic incantation every time I made someone fuckin’ cum? How was that going to work even if I hadn’t been 500 million times bigger than I normally am?!”

The handbook vanished, and a new slip of paper for Emma to fill out appeared. A second application, with the phrase, “If you find a job you love, you’ll never work a day in your life!” emblazoned underneath.

“Fuck this! I gave you guys a chance! Maybe there just isn’t a perfect a job for me! Don’t romanticize this idea of a perfect job to feel better about losing the best years of your life to-”

The sheet vanished from Emma’s hands, and the world around her flashed once more, before she was standing out in the real world directly in front of the building she’d reached when this whole thing started.

“Ha! Looks like I win again!” Emma announced, before quickly realizing she was back to being outdoors, she was still completely nude. “This still counts!” She shouted, covering herself as best she could and scurrying back the same destructive path she’d taken to get here.

The streets were unusually quiet. The modest city didn’t have a reputation of never sleeping as a sprawling metropolis, but there was usually a healthy amount of activity at all times of the day. Streetlamps were still in place and only highlighted how empty the actual streets were by making sure they were well-lit.

That night there was only one place in town that showed any sign of activity. The absurdly expensive stadium the city had just recently finished construction on was literally shaking as loud, exciting music blasted over a sound system powerful enough to deafen anyone unfortunate enough to be too close. The area surrounding the building was densely packed with cars and dozens, if not hundreds more people bunched up outside and waiting to enter.

The lavish superstructure was built to host sporting events, awards shows, or anything else that those willing to fork over enough cash were interested in. With a seating capacity equal to a small town’s population it was set to rake in a good deal of money if it was used to its fullest.

So it came as a bit of surprise to most everyone when they received an invitation to the opening-night event. Though many would argue whether it could reasonably be called an invitation when attendance was mandatory according to the card. Regardless, music blasted inside of the stadium as people continued to stream in, trying their best to enjoy themselves.

Then the guest of honor appeared. Those who were already inside were blissfully unaware as the environment indoors shielded them from the goings-on outside completely. Any who were still waiting outside caught sight of the giant woman in the distance as she strolled with purpose directly towards them.

With great purpose Emma made her way to her birthday celebration. It was a big day for her. She was turning an impressive thirty years old, and was fully leaning into that age by embracing the aesthetics of motherhood. Though she had no children and no interest in acquiring any, her sizable chest and wide frame gave her the appearance of a woman bursting at the seams with fertility. A veritable Goddess of curves who dominated the view as she continued to approach the stadium.

Those still outside were now caught between trying to push their way inside the building, and potentially trap themselves for whatever mischief was about to take place, or running away, taking a risk that the giantess wouldn’t punish them for failing to make it on time. Anxiety continued to mount as Emma took step after step directly towards them, and with no regard for anything that found its way in the path of her bare feet.

Emma stepped forward with her left foot, covering a gas station in shadow as she did so. Her foot came down quickly, turning it into a footprint with plumes of dust shooting outwards in every direction after. Then she stepped forward with her right, directly over a few houses. The sounds of wood cracking and exploding filled the silent night as her other foot came down, and continued onward.

So it was repeated. A flower shop. A car dealership. Fast food place. All the way until she reached the parking lot to the stadium.

The brave face by those who had still failed to make it inside quickly melted away into a panic as those bare feet breached the parking lot. Again Emma’s right foot rose, overshadowing more than a dozen vehicles as she continued her walk. A horrid squealing sound could be heard as one of unfortunate vehicles appeared to be occupied and attempted to speed off.

THUD. Emma’s left foot followed suit shortly after, bowling over and crushing dozens more vehicles. The vehicular massacre would have continued, but the giantess’s long strides had already reached their destination.

“Ara ara~ what have we here?” The giant woman said, bending over softly to examine the structure and crowds between her feet. The sheer volume of her voice overpowered the music inside and alerted all to her presence in an instant, letting them know that the guest of honor had arrived, and her size had increased dramatically from just the day before.

“I didn’t expect the gathering to be so small and pathetic. I suppose you did the best you could, though. So I’ll just clean this up for you and let you try again next week.” Emma said, lifting her right foot up over the entire stadium.

Five thick toes wiggled, raining debris down onto the enclosed dome. The soft, gentle features of the giantess turned upwards as she brought her foot down until her sole cradeled the top of the building. For a moment the cool metal provided a nice contrast to the hardened roads and easily-splintered homes she’d trod upon just to get here, but the tonnage of her foot quickly overwhelmed and dented the roof.

Chaos reigned as Emma’s foot continued its descent. The citizens had expected an encounter with a woman roughly the height of the stadium that night. Instead they were all going to be wiped out with just one press of a mighty foot. As the roof dimpled from the hefty presence of the giant woman’s sole, a unified cry of fear rang out, then-

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“Grraugh FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Emma highlighted the two pages of text she’d just typed up and erased them all at once. It wasn’t enough to quell her dissatisfaction, and she quickly slammed a fist down onto her desk, dangerously near a miniature woman with long black hair.

“Come on! This is supposed to be my birthday story! I just show up and step on a building? Where’s all the cool milfy bits I wanted to include?” Emma asked, slumping forward to rest on her chest as it squished against the desk.

“S-Sorry! I thought I made those parts clear!” The woman asked, rising to her feet and adjusting a miniature flower she wore as decoration after. “Like, it was implied that turning thirty made you a whole lot bigger than you were just the day before.

“Yeah. I got that. And what was with that whole ‘Ara ara’ thing? Isn’t that what moms say in anime?”

“...It is, yes.” The smaller woman admitted, blushing a bit. “But it’s cute! It’s convenient shorthand coded to make a woman appear older, and more maternal!”

“It’s weeaboo nonsense.” Emma countered, shaking her hand dismissively and sighing. “Look. I don’t think this is gonna work out. I’m going to go another direction for this story.”

“Oh. Um. Okay. Well what do you want me to-” The woman asked, before Emma casually slid her off of the table entirely. She dropped like a stone and landed in a broken heap next to Emma’s feet. Her pain was short-lived, as the same foot she’d just been helping the giantess write about and describe in worshipful terms raised overhead, and converted her to a thin, organic film in one casual press.

“Alright. Who’s next.” Emma asked, sitting up slightly and sticking a hand down the top of her shirt. After feeling around her chest for a bit she found another figure she’d been holding there for safekeeping. Out came a second tiny woman, this one with wispy locks of pink hair, and dropped in front of the giantess.

“Let’s hear it.”

The small woman was a bit disoriented from the sudden extraction, but she quickly managed to pull herself to her feet, and produced a crumpled piece of paper to read from.

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“Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to The Dating Game! Before the break we introduced our lovely bachelor, Todd, to the audience!” An older man wearing a suit and holding a mic shouted.

A smattering of applause followed the announcement, as a scrawny man with a bowl cut waved to the audience.

“And of course our three lovely bachelorettes! First up we had Ria!” He said, as a spotlight shone onto a woman with glasses and long, straight black hair. “Then, there was Alexandra!” He added, the spotlight shifting to another young woman with wavy brown hair. A modest amount of applause followed both of their reveals.

“And who could forget. Our most-recurring contestant EVER, it’s EMMA!”

A darkened section of the entire studio was illuminated by floodlights in an instant, showing a giant busty young woman crouched and hugging her knees so she could fit. Careful not to fall over she stopped hugging with one arm and waved to the crowd, who erupted into riotous applause at her reveal.

“Now, let’s let Todd ask our lovely ladies a few questions. Take it away Todd!”

“Okay!” The young man shouted loud enough that it made his voice crack. “Um, So, I suppose I’ll just ask, right?” He  said, looking supremely unconfident as he glanced back towards the host who nodded patiently back. “Right! So, what would you consider a good first date?”

“Well, there’s an anime convention in town next week! I think it’d be fun to make a day of it. Check out the exhibits. Some panels, and maybe even cosplay!” Ria explained to light applause.

“I’d prefer to keep things intimate.” Alexandra followed after. “Just a nice meal at home, and maybe we could hang out on the couch and watch a movie after.” She said, blushing as she finished.

“A FUN FIRST DATE FOR ME WOULD BE-” Emma began, her voice booming through the sound system as the sound engineers quickly worked to rebalance for the volume. “Spending it at the red light district!” She said in conclusion as they finished.

“How very… intriguing.” Todd replied, raising an eyebrow at Emma’s unusual answer. “Can you elaborate?”

“Well, I would just take you with me downtown, and just start smashing stuff for fun! Step on a few cars, eat a few people, and level a few buildings. That sort of thing. After only a few minutes the place will be crawling with cops! All those red lights at night reflect off the buildings, and make for a cool backdrop to just hang out and have fun.”

The crowd was silent for a second, before one person wolf-whistled, and sent everyone else into applause. Todd looked slightly disturbed by the answer, cleared his throat, and-

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“How the fuck long is this going to go for?” Emma asked, stopping suddenly.

“Well, a typical episode of the show runs for 22 minutes. But we skipped a bit at the beginning by jumping right to the questions, so-”

“All of this text here… and I don’t see much room for action the way this is going?”

“Well, somewhere down rounds 5 or 6 I was going to have you get hungry and probably eat one of the other two contestants.”

“Why not someone from the crowd instead? One of the contestants seems a bit contrived, and that last bit written down makes it seem like the crowd is under duress.” Emma asked.

“...That’s a good idea.”

“It is. Now let me ask you something. Did I just do your job for you?” Emma asked, pinching two fingers around the pink-haired woman and picking her up from the desk.

“Well, I’d consider this more of a collaborative effort than exclusively my job, but-”

Emma didn’t wait for her to finish. A quick flick with two fingers sent the small woman sailing through the air and into her mouth. She landed onto the giantess’s tongue with a tiny plop, before her lips were closed, sealing her away into darkness.

Shaking her head in annoyance, Emma tilted her head back, and began to highlight all the text she’d written again. Hitting the delete button and swallowing the squirming little snack at the same time, she leaned back in her chair and once again fished around inside of her cleavage.

A considerable amount of time later she finally found her last stowaway. A petite little figure with a shock of sky-blue hair was retrieved from the cavernous depths between Emma’s breasts and dropped onto the table.

“Alright. Let’s hear it. And it better be good!”

Blushing brightly, the small woman produced a piece of paper, moist with Emma’s sweat, and looked up at the giant woman looming overhead with adoration.

---

“You two are the lowest performing workers in your department.” Emma said to the pair beneath her. They both flinched, knowing what she said was true, but fearing what would happen to them because of it.

“I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you can’t show me that you’re willing to improve, do I?”

Both workers, a man and a woman nodded solemnly.

“Good.” Wasting no more words, Emma leaned back in her chair and kicked both of her feet up onto her desk. The size difference between herself and the subordinates was made immediately apparent as the soles of her heels were roughly the same size as the workers she’d dropped them in front of.

The man and woman both wasted no time standing from their cushy seat and trying to remove the enormous footwear. Though custom made to an enormous scale, the gigantic woman wearing them was on the cusp of outgrowing the pair, making them difficult to remove.

Both workers grunted with effort, bringing a smile to their superior’s lips as she enjoyed their struggles. It would have been easy for her to do this for them and get to the point, but she was going to enjoy herself for the moment.

Finally, the man and woman succeeded in their task seemingly at the same time. Emma smiled, but said nothing as two pairs of lips immediately devoted themselves to her hot soles. She watched as sweat immediately began to bead on their foreheads with such close proximity to her bared soles.

If they experienced any discomfort, they didn’t show it. The pair was so slavish in their devotion they pressed their faces deep into the soft sole just to experience more of her body against their skin. The way their fingers sank so deeply into the soles was almost otherworldly.

Emma watched the pair continue to work themselves into a frenzy over her soles. Were she to let them continue she was certain that their fragile little minds would eventually be broken by the presence of her feet. Much as she would enjoy seeing that happen, she also knew that doing so would mean allowing the pair to enjoy themselves far more than she was comfortable with. In order to foster respect and adoration she needed to keep her subordinates aware of just how little any one of them actually meant to her at all times.

To that end, she yawned, and kicked both of her feet forward at once. Both of the workers were thrown back and made their best effort to keep from falling over. The woman was barely successful, but the man failed to regain his balance and slammed his head onto the hardwood floors of the lavish office.

Emma rose from her seated position, and watched the pair struggle to return to a standing position. One of these two were going to be terminated, and she didn’t care which. When the man fell onto his back the decision was made for her, and she walked towards him.

“I have other business to attend to. You can leave now, Lily. Try to get those numbers up.” Emma said, taking slow, ponderous steps in the man’s direction.

Barely aware of his surroundings after the nasty fall, the man shook his head to clear his vision, before feeling the foot he’d just been praising with every fiber of his being step onto the side of his face. His eyes went wide and he squealed in terror as his hands grabbed wildly for anything that would help to pull himself free.

The pressure increased, and a loud CRACK echoed in the office as Emma continued her walk out the door. A crimson geyser spurted out from beneath her foot as she continued to walk. She wasn’t making any extra effort to step down. She was simply walking as she normally did.

She knew it would be enough.

She was that big. She’d done it before. She knew she would do it again. And when she finished stepping forward with the foot that had pinned the small man’s head to the floor she heard a second, much louder CRACK. The first was always small, muted. Usually the jaw, or sometimes a few teeth if the subordinate was placed awkwardly beneath her heel. But the second was loud, clear, and the sound of the cranium itself breaking apart beneath her tread.

The man wasn’t moving anymore. Someone else would come by and clean up his remains. For now Emma needed to pay a visit to one of the other branches in her company. A special branch kept in the basement of this very building.

Where the workers were only half an inch tall.

She was fairly certain she could remember which of the innumerable buildings in the basement she needed to visit specifically. It was always nice to stroll around the sprawling metropolis down there either way, and it had been quite some time since she got to terrorize her smallest, and most vulnerable employees.

Emma sighed, stepped into the special elevator that would lead her to the basement, and set about disrobing. When dominating miniature cities she had found that doing so while in the buff greatly added to their humiliation. There were no lies, secrets, or tricks that way. It was plain to all that she was simply better than them, and they could not hope to stop her.

Her full lips curled up into a smile.

---

“This is pretty fuckin’ smutty.” Emma said, stopping suddenly. “I mean, Jesus. I don’t know if I can submit this.”

“Oh.” The small woman said, dejected. “But it’s… good, right?”

Emma looked down at the small figure who looked up at her hopefully.

“I mean, yeah. I think so. It’s just not very… me, you know? Like it’s all the stuff I like, but I like to keep this series of story closer to a realistic version of myself. You know?” Emma explained.

“Oh…”

Sighing, Emma rolled her eyes, tapped the Ctrl key, and hit the letter H. The word processor’s “Find and Replace” window popped up. One second later and she had successfully changed every instance of “Emma” in the story to “Ann”.

“There. Now I can post this. And no one will be any the wiser!”

She knew she shouldn’t do it. She knew what she was going to see if she checked. She knew that it would just annoy her further when she was already quite annoyed. She knew that things just weren’t going her way, and to check in the vain hopes of making herself feel would only end in more annoyance and make things worse.

Emma refreshed the page anyway.

“God DAMMIT! How the fuck does Ai do this?!” She shouted.

The competition had been going on for a grueling six days now. It started after she’d spent the better part of an hour bragging about how popular she was on social media to the small group of people who could possibly consider her a friend. Anecdote after anecdote spilled forth from Emma’s mouth like a leaking dam until finally she was asked to stop.

It was Ai, her former co-worker that put her foot down and challenged Emma to a competition. Whoever between the two of them could get more engagement from other accounts after a week would win… something.

That was the worst part. Ai had been so confident that she would win she hadn’t even listed a prize. After all, why would she let Emma get excited over something she couldn’t possibly win? And to make matters worse…

Ai was right.

Emma had been exaggerating about her clout prior to the competition. Now, faced with the fact that her numbers would be reviewed she was beginning to panic. Every day it seemed like some fresh face wanted to follow Ai and her adventures stepping on cars and throwing people into dumpsters.

Her scowl deepened as she looked through Ai’s recently posted photos. A picture of the woman trying to use a pair of packed city buses as roller skates ended with two completely crushed vehicles smoldering on top of a slowly-expanding red puddle was worth well over fifty likes. Another had Ai posing while using a skyscraper’s reflective facade as an enormous mirror. A hundred likes. Ai wasn’t even in the next photo. Just a burger with a bite taken out of it resting on top of a restaurant that likely a hell of a time fulfilling the order.

“should’ve asked for extra tinies…” The image was captioned.

Two hundred likes.

Emma, meanwhile, was languishing with a dozen or so acknowledgments on her own messages… per day. Her witty observations about the goings on between local cats and dogs were incapable of gaining traction online. Her biting sarcasm in arguments over air quality with local meteorologists went nowhere.

“Stole your mom.” she typed out, before slumping over. Her brain was fried, and this was the only dreck she could come up with now. She needed some way to take the lead in this competition. Preferably one that didn’t involve too much effort.

Seconds turned into minutes, which in turn turned into an hour, before there was finally a “ding!” from Emma’s phone. Excited, she checked what that meant very quickly, and frowned. While she hadn’t been paying attention her latest and greatest message had accrued… two likes. And one reply.

“No you didn’t.”

“THAT’S IT!” She shouted, ready to work off some of her frustrations, as well as win this competition. An idea was quickly forming in her head and as she ran through the details in her head she was convinced it would work out.

Preparation had only taken ten minutes, and now here she was. Several hundred-times larger than her normal size and standing in front of an unsuspecting city in the middle of a day. Ready to begin, she began by raising one bare foot over the bustling metropolis, and held it over the micro-organisms living their lives beneath her. The light from the sun was blocked immediately as her sole locked them into darkness and rained a good deal or debris onto the unsuspecting people.

A quiet wave of fear and panic tickled Emma’s ears, letting her know that her casual threat had been registered, and she was ready.

“Hello everyone!” She began, wobbling suddenly and unleashing a second wave of dirt onto the scared civilians. “I’m here to ask a simple favor of you all. Do as I say and I won’t step down. Got it?”

The minuscule sounds beneath her foot didn’t change.

“Good enough, I suppose. Anyway, I need all of you to open up your computers, phones, or whatever else. Log into Twittagram, and follow me. If you don’t have an account, then make one and follow me. I’m @EmmyG. That’s E as in Emma, M as in Murder, which is what I’ll do to every one of you if you don’t do as told. Y as in You’d better do as ordered. And G as in G.O.A.T., as in EmmyG’s account is the Greatest of all Time.”

She wiggled her toes to punctuate the order and let the people know that she meant business. In the shadow of her bare foot all movement ground to a halt as anyone in possession of a phone rushed to do as told. The entire website began to struggle under the rush of people flooding her page to follow.

Emma grinned as her phone began to quite literally heat up from the flood of notifications coming for her. The first few times she refreshed the page awarded her with hundreds more followers, but that quickly escalated into the thousands, and after a bout ten minutes she was sitting comfortably at just over a million.

“Hell YEAH! MY PLAN WORKED!” Emma shouted, and for a moment forgot she was standing on one foot. Though she managed to prevent herself from stepping the foot hovering over the entire city completely, her big and second toe came down mercilessly onto the cityscape spread out beneath her and smothered everything in their shadow in an instant.

It was a casual movement for Emma, but she knew she’d likely just killed a couple hundred… no, definitely somewhere in the thousands. Several thousand of her new followers had just been smeared to the bottom of her big toe, and she could only think of one way to acknowledge it.

“Um, make sure you guys like this next message.” She began, before quickly typing “oops” and sending it to the site. As expected it was quickly flooded with the likes she so craved, as well as hundreds of replies begging her not to step down again and move her foot away. While she didn’t appreciate being told what to do, she could acknowledge that maybe her slight error was leaving her newfound subjects uneasy, so she carefully lifted her toes pressing into the ground up, and moved her entire foot out of the city’s bounds.

Dozens of homes out in the countryside as well as a second, much-smaller town suddenly found themselves in Emma’s shadow and given no mercy as she softly stepped down. The earth molded itself to the shape of her foot as she pressed down and dozens of cracks spread in every direction away from where she touched down.

A new flood of messages hit Emma’s phone. Some were angry, citing that she had stepped down onto a lightly-populated area with her casual movement, but as far as the giantess was concerned, any pocket of civilization that wasn’t visible from her lofty point of view far above the clouds might as well not exist.

Ignoring the anger, she hit the “Like” button on a few of the positive replies that thanked her for moving her foot away, as well as the generic praise from those that liked seeing her in person.

“Thank you, new followers!” She announceed, before burying her nose into her phone again. “is there a DQ down there? i got an idea for a fun pic lmao find some way to show me where it is”

Looking back down at the city between her legs Emma began to wait. This city was basically in her debt now after she’d spared them a humiliating death in the wrinkles of her bare feet, so they would definitely do as told. Casually twisting her toes into the dirt in the countryside she scanned every corner of the city for some sign of movement, before minuscule fireworks began to pop in the sky. They would have been difficult to see considering how brightly the sun was shining that day, but drenched in her shadow as the entire city’s population of millions was made it easy to spot.

Crouching as low as she felt comfortable, Emma adjusted her glasses and squinted down at the location all the explosions were coming from. She could make out a dozen or so tiny people fleeing in fear as her enormous body filled their view which made her lips curl up ever so slightly. If her need to win this contest weren’t burning so bright in mind right now she’d love to lord over these people some and crush them for her leisure and enjoyment.

“someone take a pic”

Seconds later, the replies to Emma’s latest message lit up with dozens of photos of the fireworks going off and illuminating the unfathomably large giantess standing over the entire city. She made a mental note to save these later, but the important detail was the stylized “DQ” over the top of the entrance.

“Perfect! Okay, everybody back up!” Emma announced, squinting and bringing two fingers down to the small segment of the city illuminated by fireworks. With surgical precision she carefully carved the minuscule building out of the city and stood up with it in tow.

At least, that’s how she would have described the endeavor. The tiny civilians who were forced to endure the clumsy giantess’s maneuvers could only watch as her fingers crushed dozens of buildings and people alike in a tight radius around the one she was trying to safely retrieve. If that weren’t enough, a small handful of people were trapped in the premises when it was carved up from the concrete it rested upon.

“Nice!” Emma said, impressed at her precision as large chunks of debris and more fearful humans began to fall from the edges of the building she’d picked up. “Alright everyone, make sure to republish this next message. I’m about to go fuckin’ viral!”

Carefully holding the building on her right index finger, Emma used her left hand to pull up the sides of the plain t-shirt she wore. Getting past her breasts proved to be quite the ordeal, but she managed to free one tanned orb from the confines and carefully brought her right index finger right below the exposed the nipple.

“Here it comes…” She announced, awkwardly maneuvering the phone with her left hand to get a pic of her massive, all-encompassing breast hovering inches above the absolutely dwarfed fast food restaurant. The cool winds from standing at such a height began to have an effect on the giantess as her nipple began to harden and expand, pressing into the roof of the building and sending cracks all over its cement body.

“Got it!” Emma shouted, the vibration of her voice jostling her breast just enough to crush the entire building beneath her nipple. For a fraction of a second she felt bad, before shrugging, wiping her finger off on her exposed breast, and lowering the shirt again.

Frantically typing into her phone Emma grinned maniacally, stood up, and began to walk away. In her wake she left behind a city badly scarred from her presence, and an absolutely ruined landscape marred by perfect imprints of her bare feet.

But more importantly, she’d send out her guaranteed viral message. “Who’s the real Dairy Queen around here? #sponsorme” with a photo of her city-devastating naked chest about to claim a minuscule fast-food chain with a small handful of people stuck inside, desperately looking for a way out.

The message was already making its way around the world as Emma’s phone began to vibrate so frequently it almost seemed like it wasn’t a phone at all.

But for now, Emma was satisfied. She would return herself to her normal size in the comfortable several-hundred-feet-tall range, and prepare for her showdown with Ai tomorrow.

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“DISQUALIFIED!”

“WHAT!?” Emma shouted, indignant as Ai covered her mouth to laugh.

“Your account has been banned for using bots to farm engagement.” Ai explained as she read the notification on the screen. “Apparently several thousand of your likes were from accounts with owners who are confirmed deceased.”

“…Oh. Uh. Oops.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to win.” Ai said, shrugging h er shoulders and putting her phone away. “Which means I get to claim the prize!”

“Dammit.” Emma said, dejected. “What was the prize, anyway?”

“The most valuable reward of all,” Ai began. “The winner gets to spend all day hanging out with me. So get out. I’ve got to give the winner their prize now, and three’s a crowd.”

“But you won! So it’ll just be- aw fuck it. This contest was RIGGED!” Emma complained, while making a mental note to visit Twittagram headquarters sometime.

Emma’s face was a deep, deep frown. She walked up to the front door of her home, and sighed. Another shitty day of work had left her drained as all the joy from what was supposed to be a new, amazing career had just faded. Sighing, she opens the front door and steps inside. She doesn’t know what to do with herself. She just felt… lost. It hadn’t even been a week at this new job and she had been so excited those first few days!

That was gone. Times had changed, and she contemplated turning in her two weeks. It turns out that being a Goddess of Destruction is not just a thing in fiction. It’s a real job that one can be hired to do, and through some bizarre turn of events Emma was chosen to be exactly that. At least, that was the assumption. The letter she’d received offering the position had been made out to “Mae” but that name had all the same letters as her own. Why wouldn’t it be a typo?

And now here she was. Stuck in a rut. Living a life of monotony. Waking up every morning at the crack of dawn, going outside, growing to an absolutely unfathomably large size, and walking over vast swathes of humanity on alien worlds so far away from her own home they hadn’t even been discovered yet. It started off cool. Hell, it started off great! She loved dragging her toes through populated cities, bulldozing hundreds of thousands of little multicolored humanoids in the process. Sometimes the people she crushed looked just like humans. Other times they took on a distinctly more alien appearance. Something more akin to jellyfish was a popular look. Not that it mattered. Humanoid or alien she was always so big that no one living on the planet could have done anything to prevent her from walking all over them. And while that brought its own excitement for a time, it had already faded completely.

She sighed. Whatever. She was home now. Home is where she would look for something to do, find she couldn’t dedicate any amount of time to anything given the hour, and just climb in bed with another wasted night. Then she’d wake up. Clean up. Go outside. Clock in. Spend 8 hours shuffling around microscopic peoples and their belongings. Clock out. Go back home. And… nothing. This was her life now.

She needed a change.

Closing the door behind her, Emma walked inside and dropped onto her couch. The entire wooden frame creaked as even at her “natural” size Emma was a massively huge woman. Maybe that was what she was missing? Perhaps wandering around a planet with people closer to her own size would spice things up…?

No, that would never work. Part of the whole point was to be invincible. Being an unstoppable engine of destruction that everything else feared and could not possibly be harmed by anything any of the worlds she visited attempted. Well, maybe then she could mix things up by growing even bigger? She certainly had it within her to grow beyond planetary sizes if she chose. It wasn’t a thing she got to indulge in often as she had grown too accustomed to the comforts of modern life to ever risk crushing her precious Earth, but she didn’t give a fuck about these alien worlds. Why should she? She was there to destroy, and simply existing at her size would result in untold damage. Maybe if she sped things up she could process more planets in a day, though.

Emma sighed, as realization gracefully fell upon her again. It just didn’t sound interesting. If anything it sounded far more boring. And how was she supposed to quit anyway?! What, was she going to call God and ask to step down from her role? After only a week? She was already on bad terms with the guy after a brief stint as an angel!

Defeated, Emma kicked her feet up onto the table in front of her couch, and slumped over. Maybe the only option really was to just let herself be fired. Just do a very, very poor job. That was a thing, right? This was far from a traditional workplace, but surely even she’s expected to follow through on her obligations. Rather than assume a more destroyer-friendly size she could stop at a couple thousand feet. Then lounge by a beach. Hopefully one that was non-toxic at such a relatively small size.

A slight tickling sensation rose up from between Emma’s toes as she stewed in silence. Groaning, she looked down at her bare feet under the assumption she now had to deal with ants, or some other pest infestation. How was she going to afford an exterminator?! She hadn’t even been paid yet!

Emma’s eyes went wide.

“AM I EVEN GOING TO GET FUCKIN’ PAID?!” She shouted, placing her face into her hands. As she did so the irritating tickling between her toes continued. She hadn’t spotted an ant immediately but this time she adjusted her glasses and squint to examine her toes more closely. She was, after all, pretty big. And ants, by contrast, were very small. Maybe it had just evaded her gaze earlier.

But rather than spot an annoying ant between her toes, Emma spotted something… unique. She leaned forward, feeling her colossal breasts flatten out against her knees as she did so. She was going to solve this once and for all. Hopefully it was actually an ant, and not a bedbug, or something far worse.

It was none of those things. The actual source of the minute itchiness was so fascinating it didn’t even seem it could be real. It appeared she’d inadvertently brought something home with her after a long day out destroying. But the occupants of the planet she’d been visiting were far too small to be seen on their own, though. They’d have been impossible to feel on their own if she weren’t specifically paying attention.

No. What had gotten her attention wasn’t just the people occupying the space between her toes. It was their homes. Their tiny vehicles. Their ever so slightly larger buildings. Hell, it looked like entire towns were nestled between her toes and had shrunken alongside her when she’d returned to normal. They were still intact, just adhered to the soft skin between her toes as it seemed they were in a bit of a panic over their new situation. Maybe they’d been trying to contact her? Has this ever happened before? Maybe she’d inadvertently squished dozens of towns that had been stuck between her gigantic toes after finishing work all last week.

Then it hit her. Emma smiled. She had something new to do. A new angle to try out in regards to her job. Her job as a destroyer did not technically require her to actually destroy the things she visited, after all. The wording in the contract had been uniquely specific on that front. So specific that even a simpleton like her had noticed.

No, the populations of the planets she’d visited only had to be neutralized. While that typically meant crushed, there was nothing saying she couldn’t just… bring them home with her. Maybe she could get a small glass tank to house them in! She could feed, and nurture them, and allow peoples from different planets to mingle together. Create a new utopia of microscopic people living in her home! Like an ant farm, but way cooler!

It was very bizarre to Emma just how excited she was getting over this latest realization. But she had made her decision! These microscopic people between her toes were going to be the first citizens of Emmatopia! Only she wasn’t going to call it Emmatopia! She hated the way that sounded immediately after thinking of it!

Hopping about carefully on one foot Emma made her way over to her kitchen and grabbed the first thing that seemed like it would work as temporary storage. A brownie pan! With careful maneuvering she pressed her toes against the edge of the pan, and carefully scraped the tiny little civilization out from between her toes.

It was a disaster. Despite her extreme care when moving her foot around she was devastated to watch everything fall apart during the transfer. Worried sick, she took a deep breath, brought her face dangerously close to the pan, and watched.

It was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. The debris was, before her very eyes, being cleaned up and used to construct new, replacement buildings. There had to be something bizarre going on, here. Maybe there was an extreme time difference between herself and the microbes she loomed so large over? If that were the case, the amount of time she was able to hold her breath had to have been the equivalent of weeks to them. Before her very eyes new buildings were constructed, and the people began to move about their lives. Perhaps they’d already grown used to seeing a woman as large as a continent hovering so closely over them who watched their every movement.

“That’s fuckin’ cool.” Emma said without thinking. Even that slight action had devastating effects on the populace beneath her, as the buildings she’d watched be carefully remade were blown apart from her breath alone. But, once again, they were restored in a manner of seconds. They were so resourceful!

Emma stood back up. This was the coolest thing ever. She had gone from being a literal Goddess of Destruction to these things, to just being a plain old Goddess. She controlled everything for them, now. She could, if she so desired, wipe them all out as easily as she had wiped out the rest of their kind back home. But they’d already charmed her. Wiping them all out was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

“Welcome, to EMMATOPIA!” She said, placing her hands on her hips while bending over to loom over the little people again. Her gigantic breasts jostled around the inside of her ill-fitting shirt as she did so, coming dangerously close to pushing away the pan. Taking a step back, she breathed a sigh of relief when she’d cleared enough space to leave the little people alone.

She’d had enough destruction! She was going to care for these little people, and give them everything they needed. She would be their protector, and destroy all evil that tried to bring harm onto them. She was going to use her incredible stature as a force for good for once in her life!

The sun may have already set but Emma quickly left her home after making sure again that her people were safe again. First she paid a visit to an old acquaintance. A woman who owned a pet shop that she’d worked at briefly.

It turns out Emma had grossly underestimated how close they were. She walked in expecting to be greeted with a hug and a hello, but instead was ordered to leave. A lot of screaming about pens ensued, but Emma needed a tank. So she just grabbed one off a shelf and rushed out amidst a torrent of screams. She managed to return home safely minutes later, and after dropping the aquarium onto the table next to the shelf she took another look at the city’s progress. To see how Emmatopia, the city with the horrible name, was doing.

Things were going well! Or they had been. Now she’d have to transport it… again. And the logistics of doing that were still a mystery. Perhaps she should use a fingernail again? Or…

An idea struck.

“Hey! I’m going to move you guys now.” Emma said, placing a hand over her mouth so none of her breath would blow over the thriving town far below. “I’m going to need all of you to get on board, and then I’ll safely move you to your new home, okay?”

With that proclamation, Emma crouched over her table and looked at the tiny city. Turning her head to the side she took a deep breath, counted down from three, and opened her mouth. It took a good deal of willpower to exhale only slightly after doing so. Just earlier she’d seen how easily the people were able to rebuild after exhaling by accident. She just had to hope they understood her intentions well enough to know she didn’t want them to rebuild in the pan again. They needed to board her body to receive passage to their next location.

And the way they would be traveling? Emma’s heart seized in her chest as she slowly drew her tongue out from between her lips, and placed it flat onto the bottom of the pan. Her tongue must have been unfathomably large to the population inside. Then again, they’d already seen quite a bit of her body by now, so this was a comparatively tiny part.

Regardless she remained as still as she could, and waited. The Emmaliens, as she’d decided to call them, seemed to sense her noble intentions, and packed up their belongings in some manner or another to make the brief trek to the giantess’s tongue. The slick, pink muscle could have easily housed a city large enough to house hundreds of thousands of the microbes. A thought that was not lost on them as they carried with them an uneasiness even as they did as expected.

Logic was their primary driving force, however. After all, if the gigantic woman intended to kill them there were so many options available to her. She did not have to try and coerce them into her tongue to do so. The topic was debated for what seemed like several hours to them, but the decision was eventually made to go.

Emma’s thought process only went as far as the assumption that her tongue was moist, and sticky. She could pull it inside of her mouth to carry them over to the aquarium. It would take seconds to her, but she was sure they could get by on a couple of weeks living inside of her mouth so long as she was able to hold her breath. Even that stray thought was altogether exciting to the unfathomably large woman.

Just the mental image of hundreds, if not thousands of these microbe sized people making the journey across the metal of the pan to the base of her tongue. Seeing the colossal mouth that stretched higher into the sky than the atmosphere had back on their own planet. Spending days, if not weeks constructing an apparatus to scale the bottom of her tongue. All in the aim to get somewhere that was assumed to be safer. Touching down on the giantess’s tongue, and feeling their feet be coated in her saliva. Once again feeling Emma’s endlessly huge body with their own after leaving the space between her toes so long ago.

She was absolutely everything to them. She could have so effortlessly raised her tongue to the roof of her mouth to crush them all without a second’s thought. The power was intoxicating, and having a tiny city offer her so much presumed love and admiration was bringing about a change in the woman.

While all of that was going on she quickly ripped open the box the aquarium had come in, and dropped the base onto the table. Seconds later she opened her mouth again, and lay her tongue flat onto the surface below. For the microbes the trip had indeed taken weeks. They had just grown accustomed to living on the tongue of a being infinitely times larger than themselves, and had even grown to appreciate some of the accommodations Emma provided. A naturally occurring source of nourishment was present at all times and in every direction in the form of endless seas of warm saliva that had pooled on her tongue. They were far too small to get caught up in the thick liquid, as they weren’t even able to break the surface tension without using a bit of force.

And they feasted like kings. They’d already been years without any suitable fresh food sources since they’d survived on her toes so long ago, but now they had an endless, bountiful supply of sustenance available. Sensing their trip was coming to an end, they made sure to gather as much of the stuff as they could with the intention of bringing it to their new home. They also made sure to thank their giant Goddess for the gift.

“You guys are so fuckin’ small.” Emma said after her mouth had been cleared of her little things. Her tongue felt a little dry after they were gone which she hadn’t expected and merely chalked it up to the excitement running through her. She watched the inside of that aquarium for several more seconds, and thought about all the things that her little people could do. Or the things they could do for her.

The thought of having thousands of them return to her toes for a while instantly entered her mind. Having them run around toes bigger than cities was certainly interesting. A drop of sweat could have provided them with… something, probably. She wasn’t as resourceful as these little people were! She had no idea what they were capable of!
Her eyes went wide. What if there were other survivors? Microscopic beyond all belief, but lost. Trapped between the wrinkles of her sole. Just hoping beyond hope that a rescue would come from them. Tiny adventurers who’d been too ambitious in the presence of a continent-sized woman. People who had survived on what her foot had to offer.

She wiggled her toes at the nice thoughts. Just by existing she was providing them with shelter of some sort. Or so she assumed.

“Alright, listen up little people! I want all of you to build a BIG city. Just… HUGE! Cover this entire aquarium with it! I’ll be back.”

With that statement, Emma stood up again. These people had to have been some flavor of super intelligent as she could just sense that they understood her. And this was despite the fact that even a sentence from her had to have taken hours for them to hear. She’d be their Goddess for eons! A month for her would have to be like… a millennia to them! She’d be an everlasting presence that they would have to contend with. To keep pleased. All for her, while she got to bask in their adoration. They would keep her happy.

It was a perfect system.

With that thought, she smiled down at her little playthings again, and placed the four glass walls of the aquarium into place. Sighing, she dropped the top on to lock them in safely, and left. She could just go into work early tomorrow, and let the people have a good amount of time to rebuild. She was also quite eager to start a new day and bring new people to Emmatopia, the land she would have to eventually come up with a new name for.

The rest of the night flew by. Sleep came nearly instantly and when Emma woke back up the sun hadn’t even risen yet. She jumped out of bed, rushed back to the aquarium, and pressed her face against the glass wall to look at what had taken place overnight. A period of time that had to have been years to the little people below. Maybe even decades? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t a mathematician! Had she faded from their memories completely? What would they do if she showed up now?

Popping the top off the aquarium Emma peered over the edge, and frowned. There was, once again, a near-microscopic city situated around the bottom of the aquarium, but it wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She wanted something vast, sprawling, and spread out all over the ground. Instead it was about the same size as the one she’d initially seen between her toes. Or even a little smaller if she really concentrated.

“What’s the holdup guys?” Emma asked, standing back up and folding her arms under her chest. Maybe there was something she could do to make them work faster? Or more efficiently? Or something.

Then it hit her. Materials! They probably still only had whatever they’d managed to salvage when leaving their home the day prior! You can’t build more if you don’t have anything extra! With that thought in mind Emma tossed aside the top of the aquarium and rushed outside. The sun was barely beginning to rise and Emma’s sudden appearance spooked a number of early-morning joggers outside. Especially when she made her way to the ground and scooped up a small handful of dirt. Making sure she also got a few pebbles in the mix she carried the entire thing back inside and dropped the pile near the city.

“Now you guys can… build things out of dirt. I guess.” Emma said, feeling concerned this wouldn’t be enough. They needed something more. Maybe a coin for metal? Or… iron fillings! She had bought a small canister of them to throw at magnets out of boredom one day, and surely that would be something more usable for them. Moments later she was pouring out a small amount of the metallic dust next to the dirt and rock, then stood back up to her full height.

She truly was like a Goddess to them, now. She’d identified one of their problems, and had solved it in a manner of seconds. She looked down at her chest, briefly wondering if she could provide them with some alternative sources of nourishment as well, before shaking her head. If they had survived overnight then they wouldn’t need her to flood their living space out of some underlying need to satisfy an interest of her own.

With that, Emma left for work. The cool morning breeze was rather chilly as the sun was still far from fully risen, but a true Goddess of Destruction had no work hours! She closed her eyes, counted down from ten, and then opened them again.
The instructions had sounded so silly when she received them, but that was in fact how it worked. After opening her eyes she was no longer outside of her home, but standing in the middle of the woods. Or whatever counted as a wooded area on this planet. She couldn’t hear a thing, which was good. Things always got so messy when she had to start growing in full view of someone else.

“HEY! IF ANYONE CAN HEAR THIS THEN YOU’D BETTER RUN AWAY!” Emma shouted, as her body began to expand in place. Seconds later she was bigger than the trees, then the buildings in the town nearby, then the skyscrapers downtown from the town nearby, and when she reached the same height as the clouds it felt silly to continue using a town as a reference point. Especially as she was nowhere near big enough while continuing to grow, taking care to move her feet away from anything nearby so she could find more citizens to bring back to Emmatopia, the city with a name that was admittedly beginning to grow on her.

After reaching a suitable size, Emma adjusted her glasses. There were so many small signs of civilization everywhere. She carefully moved her foot to the side, taking great care to position a thriving metropolis between her toes.

These people seemed to be roughly the same size as the ones she’d brought home yesterday. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to bring them back, anyway. Maybe she should just rake her toes over a town, and let them try to rebuild in the debris between her toes as the first citizens presumably had? Or would this group simply give up and run away after her toes bulldozed everything they had ever known? Should she press her feet down to make sure they were level with the ground when bulldozing over towns for easier access?

“HEY!” Emma shouted, folding her arms under her gigantic chest. “I know you guys can understand me. It’s one of the perks of the job.” She explained, sensing millions of near-microscopic ears turning up to look at her.

Satisfied she had the attention of the world around her, she looked for a section of land that would suit her needs. Something out in the open with no cities nearby. Just a big stretch of plains. Thankfully this planet was rather sparsely populated, and after finding space that matched her requirements she lifted her bare foot high over the cities, moving slowly so the people living inside of them had plenty of time to consider just how easily she could wipe them all out.

But destruction was not on the itinerary today! She carefully moved her intimidating sole over to the empty plains, and pressed her big toe into the ground. She didn’t intend to cause any destruction in the process, but she noticed a small ripple travel through the earth when she made contact. Taking a deep breath again, she focused and gently twisted her toe from side to side in an effort to make a small divot.

Well, it was small to her. To these people it would have been a majestic canyon. They could spend the rest of their lives in the hole, living amongst themselves and start anew. The population of this entire landmass could comfortably fit inside if they were alone.

“I’m here to destroy your planet, but I’m feeling nice.” Emma said, dragging her toe back just a bit to make sure there was an easy entryway for the microscopic people. “Gather yourselves in that hole, and you will be spared. Understand?”

Almost immediately swarms of microscopic dots flooded out of the numerous cities nearby and made their way to the hole. Emma watched with rapt fascination as millions of people were able to comfortably fit into a space only slightly larger than her big toe. This was what she was missing in her life! Getting to see her true magnificence over these people! Why did she spend so much time crushing and destroying things smaller than herself when caring for them could be so fulfilling? It was like having a virtual pet, except they were real. Real thoughts, dreams, lives. All dedicated to honoring her.

A shiver ran down Emma’s spine as the trickle of bodies reaching the hole slowed to a stop. She waited a few more seconds, but saw nothing else traveling the roads. The cities had been evacuated. Now she could get going.

Raising a bare foot high overhead, Emma slammed it down onto a nickel-sized city in front of her toes. She smiled at the satisfaction of destruction, and pressed her toes together to annihilate anything that had been lucky enough to wind up in-between. Hell, it turned out that destroying civilizations this small was almost as appealing without any people inside of them! It’s not like she could hear much at their size anyway. This way she got to have the best of both worlds!

With that in mind, she began to march across the landscape. In less than a minute she’d wiped out nearly every patch of civilization she was able to see from her lofty vantage. Her feet were densely covered in the remains of a civilization that had been operating just fine until her arrival. A quick tap with her bare sole was all it took, and more gray patches turned into a footprint. An entirely different excitement was running through her knowing that the people who had been living here were still alive during all this. Watching as her gigantic feet pounded through everything they’d known with reckless abandon.

“No need to worry! I’ll get you all somewhere safe!” She proclaimed, resuming her walk around the planet and leaving it a desolate wasteland save for one very populated ditch in the middle of nowhere. Like so many other planets she visited this one had but a single landmass so she didn’t even have to repeat the process of decolonization on other continents. Just one and done!

The brief spot of exercise ended with her returning to the small hole she’d buried the people in. She didn’t offer them any additional words of encouragement, or comfort. She’d gotten the message across well enough as far as she was concerned. All she did was press the nail of her big toe into the ground just in front of them.

The massive crowd knew what she wanted them to do. Once again the mass of specks were on the move, climbing up onto the hard, smooth nail of Emma’s big toe. It was bigger than any single city they’d lived in, but without any of the amenities. It only took a few seconds before every single speck had made the trip to the top of Emma's big toe, bracing themselves for a journey.

Emma smiled down at her toes, admiring the ride they would be taking. She could sense their apprehension, but would put their minds at ease soon. They would learn to trust her, and love her as the first group had. With that thought in mind she gradually closed her eyes, and counted down from ten again.

And she was back outside of her home as if nothing had happened, though the sun was setting, now. Some dumb rule about traveling elsewhere taking a significant amount of time even though it felt instant to her. Dumb rules are dumb rules and she wished she could have something done about that.

But she was home! Emma hurried back inside to the aquarium, and peeked inside. Her eyes went wide at the image beneath her, as it seemed like an impossibly intricate city had been built inside. There were spaces set aside that looked like they were intended for farming, and various minuscule streets and simple buildings that had been set up everywhere. And the pile of materials she’d left behind had barely been used up!

“LISTEN UP LITTLE ONES!” Emma said, playing up the volume of her voice by talking more deeply. “I HAVE BROUGHT YOU NEW CITIZENS. PLEASE SHOW THEM AROUND… AND STUFF. HAIL EMMATOPIA!” She added, now quite pleased with the name.

With that she moved away the front panel again, awkwardly lifted her bare foot onto her table, and pressed the big toe populated with millions of microbes near the floor. Both sides took initiative this time, with a swarm of dots rushing out from the makeshift city to greet the newcomers, while those on her big toe rushed out to meet them. The transfer was quick and easy, but Emma wasn’t done yet.

Carefully pulling a chair out from her table, Emma sat down and raised both of her feet over the open side of the aquarium. She carefully laid her bare feet down on their sides, so the towering walls of her soles would encompass a significant amount of the entire city, and fill up a good amount of the aquarium itself.

“Scavenge anything else you can from my feet my fellow Emmatopians!” She added, watching the swarms of still-moving dots intensely. They took the command in stride, and instantly began to climb all over Emma’s bare soles to try and find anything that could be salvaged from her feet. She watched them for minutes at a time, impressed at how quickly they were able to spread over her soles and how small sections of her feet were being picked clean in the process.

Emma laid back in her seat, and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations. A good deal of them had moved between her toes, as it seemed like there was a not-insignificant portion of the tiny world that had gotten stuck between them that could still be salvaged. She imagined what it must have been like for those tiny crews that could have numbered in the hundreds. Maybe even the thousands. Traveling as one between toes bigger than any mountain on their home planet, and scavenging over the dusky landscape for something that would prove useful to them back home.

The old Emma would have let them get in there before pressing her toes together, squishing thousands of lives in the blink of an eye. She wouldn’t have thought twice about it either, but she let them explore for now. In her mind they were grateful for the opportunity to climb her endlessly huge body and work on bettering themselves using her resources.

It did tickle, though. Nobody said being a Goddess would be easy, and trying not to laugh and move her feet at the feather-soft sensations brushing across her expansive feet were among the more difficult things she’d ever done.

“Change of plans!” She announced, slowly rotating her feet so they laid flat on the ground. These people were likely too small to be affected by such a fall, so she was certain there hadn’t been even any injuries to any of them. She only made sure to press her soles flat into the aquarium, and spread her toes as best she could. “It seems to me like all the good stuff is between my toes, so go fuckin’ wild.” She added, smiling mischievously as the tickling sensations not only returned, but intensified as they were focused on the gaps between her meaty toes.

Emma wasn’t sure how long she sat there in the kitchen, watching the little people move about her. It had to have been months, maybe even years for them, but probably amounted to nearly an hour for her. But eventually she’d grown tired of waiting. She wanted to see how much progress they could make with their new toys, and the best way to do that would be to let a significant amount of time pass again. And the best way to do that…

“Funs over!”

“Thank you, Emma!”

Emma’s eyes went wide.

Did… did that come from the city in front of her toes? She leaned forward again, looking for any sign of movement, before frowning. Of course she wouldn’t be able to see anything out of the ordinary.

“With your help we’ve been working on a device to communicate with you and learning your language. Thank you for sparing us your divine wrath!”

Emma smirked.

“Of course, my citizens. But I must be going to… exact punishment on other lands. Please leave my toes, so I can tend to my duties.” She added, and watched as the little swarms of dots escaped from between her toes and made their way back to the city below. A minute later her feet were clean once again, and she pulled her toes away.

“Goodbye for now.” She added, standing then placing the front panel of the aquarium up. The top was placed back onto it, and left them behind. Hopefully none of them would be following her in some sort of contraption and realizing she was just going to bed, and not doing more of her Goddess-ly duties. It was just a job for her, and nothing else!

Her sheer excitement made it difficult to fall asleep, but she gave in eventually. Once again she woke the next morning before the sun had even risen, and rushed to take a shower so she could appear her absolute best before her minuscule subjects. She needed to project an aura of divinity if she wanted to be taken seriously.

And when she strolled out of that shower completely nude, body glistening with water, she moved back to the kitchen and her aquarium. How would it look now? Would it be futuristic? Would there be tiny flying cars she’d have to avoid? Would there be a colossal temple dedicated to her?

“Hello, tiny subjects!” Emma said, pulling the top off of the aquarium and peering inside. To her great disappointment the city looked largely the same, though it had expanded quite a bit outward and now covered nearly the entirety of the box’s surface. What was the big deal?

“Hello, Emma!” A tiny voice echoed directly into her ear. “It’s been so long we weren’t sure we would be able to figure out how to use this old thing again.”

“No problem… you.” Emma said, realizing she didn’t even know her tiny little friend’s names. Or species. Or anything. “How are things down in Emmatopia?”

“They’re going excellently. It has been quite some time so you should be caught up on what’s happened since you last visited us so long ago. The people who were living here before us turned out to be quite the ignoble savages. Luckily we’ve taken them under heel, and they serve us now.”

“Oh?” Emma said, unable to hide how concerning that sounded. “That’s… unusual.”

“Nothing to worry about, Goddess. Can you believe they were still living in homes of mud and on dirt paths when you brought us to join them? Well, there’s none of that going on here anymore. We’re a civilized nation, now. And it’s all thanks to you. You saved us from an unenviable demise under your feet, and we saved them from a primitive life of nomadic survival. So again, thank you.”

Emma wasn’t sure what to think of that. She’d grown quite fond of the first group of tinies she’d encountered. They were, after all, the ones who’d managed to make themselves known to her, and had been so endlessly fascinating that they’d inspired her to get this aquarium in the first place.

“We’ve advanced quite a bit faster than we did on our home world thanks to you allowing us to scavenge your sacred soles for parts. We’re doing quite well, and some of us have grown very rich from everything you’ve provided for us.”

“Rich? You have some kinda currency system?” Emma asked, a creeping dread growing inside of her.

“Yes. For a while we were governed under some divine right of kings nonsense, but we’ve evolved past that, now. Those who are the most capable accumulate the most wealth, and have the most power. It’s a win for everyone!”

Emma’s jaw dropped.

“I can tell you’re very pleased! So what can we do for you, Goddess? It would be our pleasure to-“

“YOU’VE INVENTED CAPITALISM!” Emma shouted, tossing the top of the aquarium away in one smooth movement.
“Is there something wrong with tha-“

Both of Emma’s hands scooped under her still-moist breasts, and she hefted them over the top of the aquarium. She whispered a tearful goodbye to her experiment, then let go

All at once her gigantic breasts flopped into the glass box. While it was an expansive space the size of a country to the tiny occupants it wasn’t quite big enough to house Emma’s generous chest. They spread around in every direction and filled the box, while she pushed down on her chest to make sure every square centimeter inside of the box was filled with her boobs.

The aquarium simply wasn’t built to withstand such internal pressure. All four of the glass panels began to crack only a few seconds after she’d leaned forward and smeared her wet boobs all over the insides. She swayed from side to side to make sure no square inch of the box was untouched. Making sure to stand up ever so slightly she delighted at the sight of the box coming up with her, before the glass panels could fully give in.

Emma’s nipples touched the bottom of the aquarium at last. She shuddered at the sensation, and wiped her breasts back and forth. She didn’t want this anymore. She’d just go back to destroying things after this. She wanted every trace of this adventure gone. Erased from history. And after several seconds more seconds she got her wish when the glass box finally exploded, raining glass shards all over her feet.

She waited several seconds. There was no movement in the aquarium as far as she could tell. Nor was there any on her nipples, or boobs at all. And best of all, there was no voice in her ear talking to her. Second turned into minutes, before she finally felt as if she could let her guard down. If there was anyone still alive, they were going to have a significantly more difficult time surviving now.

Emma’s look of exasperation gradually turned into a frown. This job sucked. She was just going to not go to work today, and relax. She just couldn’t handle going to work like this. The idea that she’d created something truly evil in her home was a little too much to bear right now.

Someone else could take on the job of Goddess of Destruction. Maybe there really was a Mae out there who would be delighted to resume the role after her. Hopefully God, or whoever the fuck else was in charge up there would realize her mistake after she failed to show up to work for a few days.

And hopefully there wouldn’t be any repercussions for her after this. Pissing off divine entities had never ended poorly for anyone, right?

“Emma!”

“What the?!” Emma shouted, suddenly going into defensive mode. The voice was too close to just be a coincidence. Or the TV. Or someone outside. She’d just been in the middle of… well, nothing. She hadn’t been doing anything and was just sort of spacing out while staring at a wall when she’d heard her name get called out. Was there something she was supposed to be doing? Was she going to get in trouble?!

“It’s me, dummy.” The voice said, now obvious it was coming from directly behind her.

Emma whipped around backwards in her seat, spotting a woman every bit as tall as she was standing with her arms folded over her chest. It was Sammy! Her recurring friend slash work acquaintance who kept showing up to offer her various extremely violent jobs in service of an agency she knows nothing about. From Emma’s perspective what had wound up being a weekend-long stint as a super-secret agent ended with her being fired for taking someone else’s lunch, and now she keeps getting re-invited by Sammy anyway for top secret tasks.

“Wait…” Emma said as her train of thought was instantly derailed.

“What’s up?”

“How did you get in my…”

“I have a job for you, if you’d like to take it.” Sammy offered, cutting Emma off mid-sentence.

“I don’t know…” Emma muttered. She’d just been fired after not showing up to work for like… a week at her previous job. It wasn’t ideal, but she hadn’t done a whole lot since then. Mostly just sit around in complete silence and wait for a new job offer to arrive as they so often seemed to.

“You’ll get to smash up a bank…”

Emma smiled.

“Thought that might get your attention.” Sammy chirped, pulling a small clipboard out from behind her back and tossing it onto Emma’s lap. “Here’s the dossier with everything you need to know.”

Emma looked at the clipboard. Then looked back up at Sammy, whose smile began to fade.

“Really?”

“It’s… it’s just…” Emma began, trying to find the words she was looking for. “Reading these things is so… boring. And-“

“Fine!” The giant blonde interrupted again, snatching the clipboard away. “I’ll just… tell you on the way. I guess. Just… go get ready. Gear up.”

It was time for Emma’s smile to fade.

“What? No good?”

“I mean. I get the wordplay, but…”

“Whatever! Just go! I’ll be outside! And keep this in your pockets! You’ll need it” Sammy shouted in exasperation, tossing a small metallic coin to Emma before walking outside.

Moments later the pair were on their way. Emma’s idea of getting prepared amounted to little more than changing from a tank top into a regular t-shirt in an effort to, in her own words, “make it so my boobs won’t pop out as easy.” Sammy was dressed just as casually, wearing a Hawaiian print button-up as if she were a geriatric on vacation. The pair silently walked over to an enormous vehicle Sammy had somehow driven up to Emma’s place in without arousing anyone’s suspicions, and left in a matter of minutes.

“Okay. Here’s what you need to know.” Sammy began.

“Do you have any gum on you?”

“Really?” Sammy asked, looking in the rear view mirror at the near-nine foot tall woman in the back of the vehicle struggling to stretch a seatbelt over her bust. “Remind me why I keep asking you to come along to these things again?”

“Because of my winning personality?”

“Mm. Pass.” Sammy said, rolling her eyes as she reached into the glove compartment to pull out a small pack of gum. “But, fine. This should be pretty easy, anyway. Take some stupid gum.”

Emma tried, but failed to catch the small packet of spearmint gum as it fell into her lap.

“Aw gross. Green. Have any winter fre-“

“No. Shut up now.” Sammy said, starting the vehicle. “The bank we’re visiting has been doing some shady things. Really, really shady things. Like hiring contractors to build huge basements and having materials shipped in that seem like they’d be used to-“

“What kind of bank ISN’T doing shady things?”

“Ha!” Sammy chuckled. “Good point, but also shut up. Anyway, it seems like they could be constructing additional vaults underground to store more… sensitive material. The kind of stuff that would need to be kept off the books. We’ve got some people on the inside to help us out, but we probably won’t be needing them.”

“And why’s that?” Emma asked, blanching as she unwrapped all six sticks of gum at once and popped them into her mouth individually.

“Because I’ve got my own plans. Plans that aren’t quite as stealthy as the higher-ups want me to be. Plans that involve-“

“Breaking a lot of people? Probably taking your shoes off, and feeling them squish under your toes. And then breaking their bones like-”

“Yes. Exactly.” Sammy said, smiling dreamily as she looked in the rear-view mirror. A smile that quickly faded as she watched Emma chew the entire pack of gum at once.

“So how many people will be there?” Emma asked while attempting to blow a bubble. It didn’t go well, as the amount of gum was simply too insignificant for a mouth as big as hers.

“No way of knowing. A dozen. Maybe. But the police will probably be called after we start waving the guns around-“

“Wait, guns?”

“Blanks. Don’t worry. It’s just to get everyone’s attention. Shooting guns is no fun compared too… you know. Once we have the situation under control the shadier people will realize that something’s going on and probably prevent any others from coming in. Then we’ll have free reign of the vaults below, uninterrupted.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

“Except for all the mercenaries they’ve got guarding the location.”

“Man. My life is just like a video game sometimes.” Emma said, finally managing to blow a bubble, which popped only a half-second later.

“And just like a video game, we’ve got to make sure nobody gets out of there alive. Not a single soul.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”

“It won’t be as hard as you think.”

“Not that, more the idea of-“

“Don’t worry about it. Would I ever lead you astray?”

Emma flashed back to how she’d gotten fired from the agency in the first place. Sammy herself telling Emma that the co-worker whose lunch she’d stolen had left it there the day prior, and hadn’t come in today. Something she apologized for later, but now that it had been brought up again…

“We’re here!”

“Wait, wh-“

“GO OUTSIDE! NOW!” Sammy screamed, grabbing a ski mask from the duffel bag in the back and a weapon then charging outside. Emma, not knowing what to do followed suit as best she could while grabbing a second weapon from the bag and stumbling out of the vehicle to catch up to her friend.

“LISTEN UP EVERYBODY! HANDS IN THE AIR AND NOBODY GETS HURT!” Sammy shouted, pointing her gun to the ceiling and firing off a few rounds to get everyone’s attention. A random selection of the people inside quickly turned tail and ran, but she didn’t bother chasing after them. The vast majority stayed where they were, and looked at the giant woman.

“AND I’M HERE TOO!” Emma shouted, catching up a second later and stumbling in just as a handful more people ran out of the building. Neither giantess made an attempt to stop them, which seemed unusual but Emma was just following the other’s lead on this one.

The tellers looked at one another, then back to Emma and Sammy. After a silent nod, they all reached under their desks in unison.

And a huge metal door slammed shut behind Emma, narrowly missing her and trapping the giant pair inside. Sammy looked back and gave Emma a thumbs up, then took this opportunity to toss her gun aside, and stroll over to a room labeled SECURITY.

“UH, HI EVERYBODY!” Emma laughed, nervously. “I guess you’re all gonna be my hostages today. I hope we can all get along. Maybe I’ll even go easy and just, I don’t know. Lightly step on your throat or something. To kill you, that is. Cause… that’s what I’m here to do!”

All at once e very single person in the bank pulled out a gun of their own, and trained them on Emma. The giantess dropped her own weapon in surprise, and looked around nervously. Were these part of the mercenaries that Sammy had warned her about?

While Emma was in the middle of her own giant-sized Mexican standoff, Sammy was breaking the door to the security room down using her own great size and impressive physique. The heavy slab of metal crashed to the floor in an instant, leaving her plainly visible to the two security guards in front of a large panel of monitors and security technology.

“Hi.” Sammy said, reaching forward to grab the first one by the throat. Neither of them stood even as tall as her chest, and her big hands were easily able to completely encircle the small man’s neck. She grinned, and flexed her grip, crushing the bones in her fingers to powder as the light faded from the eyes of the man she held so tightly to.

The second guard flew into a panic at the sight of how quickly his partner’s life had ended. In less than a second he’d unholstered a stun gun, But before he could fire he found his own wrist snapped in a direction it was not intended to bend. He opened his mouth to shout in pain, but was quickly thrown to the floor. And before he could even groan in discomfort, he saw Sammy’s enormous foot slip out of the sandals she’d walked into the bank with, and raise over his head.

“DON’T-” he began, just as Sammy stamped down with all of her considerable strength. The man’s head was caved in instantly, as Sammy’s powerful stamp carried enough force behind it to crack straight through the hardwood floors of the security room and leave a huge dent where her heel had so casually ripped through his throat.

Sammy smiled at how easy that had been. Wiping her foot backwards to really draw it out, she watched as a long red trail in the shape of her toes was left behind as she did so. She’d wanted to spend more time finishing him off, but the first parts of her plan were the most important and she needed to act quickly.

Turning away from the two crushed men, she walked back over to the security terminals, and checked out the feeds. She smiled as she saw a half-dozen bodies lying throughout the bank with guns lying next to them. She flipped through the feeds for a moment before spotting Emma. In each of her arms she held onto a fully-grown man, while a struggling woman trapped between her colossal thighs fought to escape.

“This is what happens when you pull a gun on someone who’s just trying to rob a bank!” Emma shouted, clenching her thighs together. The tiny head trapped between them bulged grotesquely for a split second, then popped like a blood-filled balloon. A chunky geyser of viscera shot out as the skinny little arms went limp. Exhaling in relief, Emma sighed and repositioned both heads she was holding onto under her arms so the men’s little faces were mashed into the sides of her heavy chest.

Sammy rolled her eyes. Emma seemed to always be in a never-ending quest to make her boobs into deadly weapons. Too bad the most they could do to a normal-sized person was knock them away, or smother them. Maybe in the future they’d get the opportunity to do a mission that required some extra growth, and her dream of possessing twin wrecking balls could come true.

But, until then…

Balling her fingers into fists, Sammy started attacking the security terminals. If she had more time she could have left all the equipment intact and simply shut things off, but that also would have been far less fun. With all of the equipment broken there would be no easy way for anyone still around to escape the building, leaving herself and Emma free reign over everything.

Sparks flew through the air as Sammy’s fists and feet made quick work of the complex machinery. After a minute of constant attacking she was satisfied in the amount of destruction she’d wrought on the machinery, and walked back out of the security room. Four tiny hands were still grabbing at Emma’s boobs in a vain attempt to push them away enough for air to get into their heavy prisons.

“Sammy! Check this out!” Emma said, lifting her chest with her forearms to show off. They were still moving frantically, trying everything in their power to pull their faces away from the soft orbs resting on the giant woman’s chest.

“Stop that.” Sammy said, slapping the top of Emma’s chest while walking past her. “We don’t have time for them to suffocate, or whatever else you plan on doing. Just finish them and let’s go. We’ve got a whole underground to rob.”

“Wait, rob?” Emma asked, walking after Sammy but not taking her advice as she kept the bodies pinned to her chest. It took a lot longer than she expected to suffocate a body in her boobs, but she was intent on making this work!

“Yes. It’ll look less suspicious if we take some money alongside what I came here for. That way it doesn’t look like a coordinated strike planned in secrecy, and just like some overenthusiastic thieves. Especially since there won’t be any security tapes to look at.”

“Oh.” Emma said, following the other giantess to an unmarked door in the back. Sammy turned the knob, found it was locked, then raised one foot to the door before kicking it open effortlessly.

“Would you hurry up and finish those guys off?” Sammy scolded. “We don’t know who’ll be down there, and we don’t want to a liability.

“Okay.” Emma said, feeling dejected. “I guess...” The pair was released and fell onto the floor whereupon they immediately clutched their throats while gasping for air.

Emma didn’t say anything else as she lifted her own foot, shook her flip flops off, and placed a massive bare foot onto the man to her right. His hands had been wrapped around his neck to try and breathe more clearly, but found those efforts quashed when Emma’s toes stepped onto him. He looked up at the giant woman with fear-filled eyes, but found she wouldn’t have even been able to see his face. Her chest simply blocked anything directly beneath her from view!

With excruciating slowness that seemed tailor made to annoy Sammy, Emma gradually pushed down harder and harder. His fingers cracked under her sole, and he began to cry more loudly as he could feel his throat being crushed under the gigantic young woman’s weight. He writhed on the floor for nearly a minute, fighting to at least pull his hands away as they were pressed flat under the giant woman’s mighty tread, but it was no use.

With a meaty CRUNCH Emma’s toes touched the floor underneath the man, crushing his throat completely. A small trickle of blood began to pour out the sides of his mouth as he lie still on the floor.

“You BITCH!”

Emma looked at the other man, who’d recovered enough to be able to speak again. She was irritated by his rudeness and prepared to exact some sort of revenge on him, but found he was instead looking up at Sammy with an angry scowl.

“We’re on your side! Remember! Yellow bracelets!” The man said, before breaking into a fresh round of coughing while raising his right arm, showing off a plastic band wrapped around it. “Wait until the agency hears-“

“Shut up.” Sammy said, turning around and kicking the man in the ribs. His torso instantly collapsed from the blow as he was sent flying several feet. The instant he landed he curled up into a ball, clenching his stomach and struggling to breathe once again.

Sammy wasted no time. She walked over to where he was lying on the floor, and placed her gigantic bare foot on the side of his head. She smiled while pushing all of her weight onto her toes, and felt the cranium crack for a split second, before it collapsed into a messy mush.

“Isn’t it great how easily little people crack?” Sammy asked, wiping her foot back to clean it off after crushing yet another man’s skull. “Now come on, let’s-“

“Wait, what did he mean?” Emma asked, folding her arms. Something suspicious was going on and she aimed to find out what. She didn’t want to fight Sammy, mostly because she wasn’t even sure she could win that fight, but if there was something strange going on she needed to know.

“It’s nothing.” Sammy said, rolling her eyes. “Remember how I said we had some people on the inside helping us out?”

Emma’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. My plan was better than the agency’s, but it required a few… sacrifices. They weren’t told about it, of course. Did you not notice anything strange after everyone pulled guns out while I went to the security room?”

Emma frowned. She had indeed watched as many of the people inside of the room fired on one another instead of at her. And in her great zealousness to ensure there were no weapons pointed at her, she’d…

In its own way that was thrilling. Exciting, as they had assumed Emma was on their side, only to be proven wrong as she had executed them all with just as much gusto as she had whichever ones weren’t working with her. She had just played the role of a real-life engine of destruction, and she’d done so beautifully.

“It’s okay. They were redundant. They don’t matter.” Sammy said, patting her equally gigantic friend on the back as she walked into the hallway. “Let’s get downstairs now.

”Alright, fine.” Emma said, walking after the towering woman. “But just because my middle name is ‘wanton destruction.”

“Did you say something?”

“Mmm… nope.” Emma replied, suddenly flushed with embarrassment over that line. “Let’s just go!”

There were at least three staircases between the ground and bottom floor. Once there they came across a nicely-dressed man armed to the teeth with visible weaponry at the end of a long hallway. With no places to hide Emma tensed up as soon as she saw him, but relaxed when she noticed the flash of yellow around his wrist.

“Everyone doing okay up top?” The man asked, turning around to begin typing into a keypad next to the door he stood in front of.

“Yup.” Sammy said, smiling mischievously. “They’re all having cake right now. You should go join them while we finish things down here.”

“Ha ha.” The man replied, rolling his eyes as he finished typing in the code to get to the underground area. The door did not respond, however. He sighed, and typed the code in again. But once again, the door did not respond.

“There a problem there, bud?” Emma asked, leaning over the man and covering him in deep shadow as she did so. “You don’t have performance anxiety there, do ya?”

“No.” The man answered stoically, before grunting in annoyance and typing the password in for a third time. The door refused to open, and Sammy folded her arms under her chest as she stepped up next to Emma so both gigantic women were directly standing over the man, threatening to consume him with their presence alone.

“Fuck it.” He said, giving up on the keypad. “The system must be fuckin’ up. “There’s a backup retinal scanner, too. Just give me a minute.” He explained, typing more numbers into the keypad until a bright green light began emitting from the panel above the numbers.

“TOOK TOO LONG!” Sammy shouted joyfully, palming the man’s head in one quick movement and slamming it into the wall in front of him. Sammy’s strength was once again on full display as most of his face was instantly caved in from the force behind her blow. “This is why they needed to die, Emma. We could’ve been down there like, a whole minute ago by now. Anyone shorter than seven feet might as well not even be a person.” She explained, casually holding the dead man’s face in front of the small light.

A loud buzz echoed through the empty hallway.

“Is that good?” Emma asked, turning around to make sure nobody else was coming after that noise.”

“Shut up.” Sammy said, frowning as she kept running the dead man’s eye over the laser scanner repeatedly, filling the hallway with a cacophony of error tones and noises. This kept up for upwards of ten seconds as her tension gradually began to boil over.

“I don’t think that’s working.”

“RAAAGH!” Sammy shouted, throwing the corpse behind her. She turned back to face the locked door, balled her hands into fists, and started pounding on it. Heavy and made of steel as the locked gate was, she was easily able to leave several colossal dents in the façade with every blow. Another ten seconds passed as the angry giant woman pounded on the door over and over until it finally broke free from its frame entirely, and fell onto the other side with a metallic clang.

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE NEEDED TO BE ALIVE FOR THE SCANNER TO WORK?!” Sammy shouted, turning back to the dead man she’d thrown behind her minutes prior. She wasted no time stomping over to him, raising her bare foot once again, and crashing it completely through his comparatively miniature skull. For as strong as the human skeleton was it may as well have not even existed with all the power the giant woman had put into that angry stomp.

Seething with anger, she turned to face Emma, who backed up reflexively at the sight of the angry woman.

“You uh. You alright, there?”

Sammy’s rage gradually began to subside. She would never admit it to anyone, but after having seen what Emma could do in action herself she wasn’t quite sure she had it in her to fight the other woman. If she’d known that Emma had felt the same way about her the pair might have laughed it off, and decided to settle it with a fair fight someday, but that would not be today.

Today, all she needed to do was calm down. If anything she was glad that nobody but Emma had witnessed the outburst. Sure, going into that mode was useful for when she found herself in a room full of waist-high people who needed to be silenced. Turning crowds into soup as if she were a blender was always entertaining, but there was a time and place for it.

And that time and place was right beyond that door she’d just unlocked!

“Let’s go.” Sammy said, as the last of her anger melted away. “You grab some money, and I’ll grab what we’re here for.”

“Sure…” Emma said, waiting until the other giant woman walked past her and crouched to get under the comparatively small door and into the other side. Thankfully there were high ceilings inside, Sammy breathed a sigh of relief while looking for the specific vault she needed.

Emma’s path was less elegant. With no idea where she was she simply wandered through the catacomb-esque outline of the underground rooms, finding most of them empty save for construction tools and the like. This underground area didn’t even appear finished, but when she turned the corner into one specific room her eyes went wide.

There was a duffel bag overflowing with money on a table in the middle of a room. Nothing else. She may not have been the brightest operative during her brief foray at the agency last year, but even she could smell something suspicious going on. That, and there weren’t any armed mercenaries patrolling these halls as she’d been told to expect.

Then again, there had been quite a few armed people up top…

Emma shook her head. It hurt to think this much. Shrugging her shoulders, she picked up the duffel bag, made sure to zip it up as it had been suspiciously left open with the money on full display, and slung it over her shoulder.

“Got the money!” She called out.

“Coming!” Sammy said, coming back to the entrance to the underground area with a comparatively tiny briefcase in her hand. The thing was so much smaller than the woman carrying it she could have comfortably placed it into her palm and closed her fingers around it without anyone even noticing.

“No guards?”

“None.” Sammy said, shrugging her shoulders. “Guess you got them all upstairs. Come on.”

The two left the underground area. Once back into the hallway of frustration Emma made sure to give the dead man a swift kick in the ribs, earning a smile of appreciation from Sammy in the process. The long stairway back up to the ground level was crossed fairly easily, and before the pair knew it they were out of the dingy underground area and back into something resembling civilization.

“That was suspiciously easy.”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” Sammy spat, walking over to the front doors of the bank. “You ready to go? The doors won’t open on their own thanks to the security systems going down.”

“Wait, is that why the guy had to use the retinal-“

Sammy slapped her face with her own palm.

Emma snorted, trying very hard to stop herself from laughing.

“Just… shut up.” Sammy muttered, turning to make sure Emma was directly behind her. “Let’s go.”

With that proclamation, Sammy raised a bare foot and slammed it into the front shutters that had kept the bank under lockdown. She was more focused this time, and easily managed to hit with just enough force to tear all of the locking mechanisms away in one go. A massive dented sheet of metal was sent flying several feet out into the open air again, while both of the giantesses crouched to go back outside.

This had to have been one of the easiest missions they’d ever been on together. Suspiciously so, but it was still nice to have an adventure go on without any problems.

Which was why, when Emma was the first to notice the half-dozen police officers standing outside of the bank with weapons trained on herself and Sammy she froze. Why would there be so many police present? The security systems inside of the bank had been disabled, and there certainly wasn’t anyone left inside who could have made a phone call.

Emma slapped herself on the forehead. Of course. There were people in the beginning that she and Sammy had just let walk away without stopping! Who’s to say one of them couldn’t have called the cops after getting away? Stupid, stupid! She should’ve made sure to-

“PUT YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR, NOW!

Emma did as told. Sammy stood defiantly, folding her arms over her chest and looking at the lineup of armed men standing in front of them. She then began walking forward, drawing the immediate attention of every single officer and their weapon at once. The situation grew incredibly tense as Emma watched the giant woman draw closer to the group.

“BACK UP OR WE WILL FI-“

Sammy lunged forward, tackling the man front and center in front of her. Her gigantic body easily pushed him to the ground, breaking his back at the same instant as she was so large he could not support her tremendous frame. Shots rang out a second later, but did not seem to bother the giant woman who wasted no time wrapping her big hands around her little victim’s neck and crushing it in her hands as if it were made from cardboard.

“What the FU-“ Emma began, drawing the attention of some of the officers back in her direction. Her eyes widened when they pointed their weapons at her. More shots echoed in the open air, but Emma felt nothing. No searing heat of bullets, or painful sensation of a hot steel ripping through her flesh. She was big enough to take a few shots she was sure, but they weren’t going to hold back on someone accused of an armed robbery.

And when she heard the pinging of bullets striking the glass and metal shutters behind her she suddenly became aware of what was going on. The bullets were coming close to her, but seemed to curve away before actually making contact. Why would that be happen-

Emma a slight vibration in her shorts. The coin that Sammy had given her to hold onto! Then that meant…

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT I DIDN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BULLETS?!”Emma shouted, stamping her foot on the ground so hard she left a footprint in the concrete as bullets continued careening off her invisible shield harmlessly.

“BECAUSE!” Sammy shouted, finding it hard to maintain her voice over the constant booming gunfire “IT’S MORE FUN THAT WAY!” She laughed, standing back up. By now many of the officers had begun to realize that their guns weren’t doing any amount of harm to the gigantic blonde in their presence, but it wasn’t until she picked up the companion whose life she’d so casually snuffed out by the leg and swung him like a club they realized they were outmatched.

Sammy wasn’t playing around anymore. She grabbed another armored man by his helmet, and crushed it in her fingers. The hard surface buckled in an instant, and when blood leaked from the top of his head and his body went limp she couldn’t help but smile. The next man she simply hip checked into the big armored van they’d brought with them. His body flew so quickly his head snapped backward on impact, paralyzing him and dropping him in front of her bare toes.

“Are you going to join in? Or leave them all to me?” Sammy laughed, as she placed her bare foot over the broken man’s face in front of her, and simply held him in position. She delighted at the subtle sensations of his body struggling for air between her toes, and how his bottom lip quivered when he could see how fully helpless he was before the giantess who had so effortlessly dominated his team.

While Sammy began to gently apply pressure, Emma shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the group herself. Not sure what else she wanted to try out she shoved over the nearest man, and planted a big foot onto his chest before he could get back up. In an instant his hands moved to her toes and tried to pry them away, but he was too weak.

Emma, on the other hand, was feeling much more confident as bullets continued to whiz past her harmlessly. She bent over while keeping her foot onto the man’s torso, and grabbed him by the legs. Then with all her considerable strength she pulled his legs up, while keeping his body pinned.

His defiant shouts quickly turned into agonizing screams as the giant woman sought to tear his legs free from his torso. It was, unfortunately, not quite as easy as so many movies and video games had made it appear, and she continued to grunt in annoyance as his body seemed to almost stretch with her pulling. Bones were pulled free from their position and muscles were torn, but his pliable skin proved to be more flexible than she expected, and after a few seconds she gave up, and dropped his legs.

“This SUCKS!” Emma said, stepping off the man’s chest as he writhed around on the floor. She delivered a powerful kick to the man’s neck, stopping his panicky movements in an instant as she looked back at how Sammy was doing.

All she saw was her gigantic partner sitting on top of the last two officer’s at once. She held that position casually, looking at her fingernails as four tiny arms grasped and pulled at her thighs in a vague attempt to break free. One that she only responded to by shaking her hips from side to side, and ensuring her tiny little captives were smothered powerfully under her round ass.

“COME ON!” Emma shouted in annoyance. “Sure, there’s NO time for me to suffocate someone in my boobs, but you get to spend as much time as you want smothering two cops under your stupid ass?!”

Sammy just shrugged her shoulders, and smiled.

Another crack broke the relative silence. Emma spun around instantly, and frowned. That’s right. There were six officers. Not five. That should have been an easy mistake not to make.

More bullets flew by her face, but she didn’t even care anymore. The brown-skinned eight-foot-tall woman simply walked up to the man pointing his gun at her, and swatted it out of his hands.

It hit the ground with a metallic clack, and he looked up at the giant woman who hadn’t been harmed once so far. He raised his own arms in submission, but Emma just wanted this stupid mission to finally be over. Sighing in irritation, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it open. Instantly cool air rushed up inside of her shirt, cooling off the sheen of sweat that had pooled over them throughout this entire mission, and she took a moment to fan herself by whipping the front of the shirt open a few more times.

Then she picked the panicky man up by his ribs, and shoved him up her shirt from her below. In an instant he was trapped into a hot sweaty squishy hell, from which there didn’t seem to be any escape. He fought for air but only found his lungs filled with the acrid scent of Emma’s sweat, and any attempt he made to move his limbs, while successful at making the giant woman’s hefty breasts jiggle in her shirt, did little to actually offer him anything more than a microscopic pocket of air that he devoured in a split second.

“He’s staying in there.” Emma said, tucking the man’s legs into her shorts while pulling the shirt down so he was completely hidden from view.

“That’s a good hiding spot.” Sammy chuckled. “I’ll have to make note of that. Anyway these two stopped moving like… five seconds after I sat down. I think I crushed their faces a little.” She admitted, standing up to reveal two more men with dented-in faces.

Sirens could be heard in the distance.

“Let’s get out of here!” Sammy said, grabbing Emma by the hand and yanking her away and back to where they’d parked their vehicle. Emma walked awkwardly after with her human cargo being jostled and battered around the inside of her shirt, but she managed to get back into the vehicle with minimal issues.

Seconds later the pair had left, and a twenty minute bumpy ride that included several detours and off-beaten paths that cars weren’t meant to go on later they felt they could breathe a sigh of relief.

“So. What’d you think of the mission?” Sammy asked, pulling over and turning the vehicle off entirely.

“I think it went well! That was a really nice bank, and whatever that thing that made it so I couldn’t be hit by bullets was turned out to be real useful. And-“

Emma suddenly was no longer in the vehicle. She was back home, sitting in the chair she’d been in before the entire adventure began. She looked from side to side in confusion, then checked down her shirt to find the guy she very much remembered stuffing inside was missing.

Just when she was beginning to assume she’d gone mad or had imagined the entire thing she felt a small chunk of paper brush against her forehead. Confused, she touched herself cautiously, and pulled away what turned out to be a sticky note.

“Thanks for the help! I’ll get back to you if I need you again.” The note said, ending with a cute smiley faced doodle of Sammy herself.

“But what about…” Emma whispered, flipping the paper over to discover a second message on the back.

“P.S. That guy in your shirt wasn’t moving anymore, and he smelled like sweat so I went ahead and got rid of him.”

Emma sighed, and tossed the piece of paper away. And just like every other piece of correspondence she’d ever received from the agency it evaporated into thin air as soon as it left her fingers. That had been a fun waste of… how long?

A quick glance at the clock told her. Half an hour. It was only 3 P.M. What was she supposed to do for the rest of the day, now?!

This was real.

Emma groaned. Long, and loudly. It didn’t matter that she was so big right now even the simple act of groaning in annoyance was dealing unreal amounts of damage to the myriad structures around her. She was annoyed and she was going to let that be known. Plain and simple.

Besides. What were these people going to do? Arrest her?. She scoffed at the thought.

But more than anything she was irritated right now. It was so obvious. Why had she fallen for it? Once again she’d been enticed into taking a mysterious opportunity that had arisen when she had nothing better to do. An ordinary day of walking outdoors, constantly adjusting a facemask made for a much smaller person, was changed suddenly when she was approached by a shady looking man in an unusually dark alleyway. He said he’d been impressed with exactly how big she was, which had been a red flag, and he wanted to know if she could help him out with something.

Emma said no.

He then offered money. An amount that was five digits long.

Emma politely obliged.

“It’s the latest in virtual reality technology.” He’d boasted.

That was the second red flag.

“It’s so real you’ll feel like you’re really there.”

That too, was a red flag.

“Also, you’ll need to be naked for this.”

Emma had done it anyway. Mostly because the man demanding so much of her was a small, stringy little thing. She could have broken him in half with the barest amount of effort if he actually tried anything, so she wasn’t worried. If she so much as felt a finger brush against her skin she’d make sure she left with everything she’d been promised, or he’d leave with every bone in his arms and legs broken.

She’d gotten herself set up in the massive helmet. Evil, maniacal laughter could be heard as the device powered up, and she rolled her eyes inside of the helmet. Then there was a massive electrical surge, the entire helmet exploded around her head, and she’d been dropped here in this mysterious world. One that seemed too strange to be real. A setting that seemed to have been ripped straight out of a video game. But one of the more obscure, Japanese ones that went on for forty hours too long.

Islands dotted the sky around her. Too numerous to count, they floated through unknown means. Each smaller than a coin in comparison to her. If she so much as turned too quickly her colossal breasts would have smashed through a dozen of them that were floating in her direct vicinity. Hell, she was sure that somehow being transported here in the first place had cleared out countless islands all its own with how densely packed they were around her.

But most bothersome of all, was her immediate realization that this was real. A shady guy offering her thousands of dollars to play in VR for a few minutes while nude had obviously been too good to be true, but she figured a night that ended with her breaking a tiny guy’s body in the blink of an eye and throwing him into a wall would be a night well spent.

But now she was here. Alone. Naked. On a land filled with floating landmasses that appeared to be populated by people so small she wasn’t even entirely sure they existed. She had no idea how she’d wound up here in the first place, or how she would get back.

Emma sighed.

Might as well entertain herself while she’s here.

“At least the air’s still breathable.” She said aloud, as she decided to take a look at one of the islands floating highest up. One that was right about eye level for her, meaning that it floated miles above the surface.

So she took a step forward. From her perspective there was nothing special about it, but the world around her focused on he every movement as her bare foot rose from the phenomenal crater it had dug into the earth by itself. The planet itself seemed to writhe beneath her as the ground clung to her foot for a moment while she lifted it away, before releasing and allowing literal tons of earth to fall from her bare sole while she moved forward.

And she wasn’t paying much attention where she was going. While the multitude of cities at ground level were bracing for her step to finish, the vast numbers of microscopic people residing in the floating islands surrounding her watched the gigantic woman with dusky skin move slowly. Not a single one of them had a contingency plan for what they were currently facing.

Those near her bare legs watched as a tanned, miles-long pillar strode directly through their airspace. One particularly well-populated city that floated around her thighs was attempting to organize an evacuation, but the people knew full-well that they would not be able to accomplish such a thing in the amount of time they had.

Emma’s bare thigh brushed against the floating island, bumping it hard enough to shake the foundations of every single building on that clump and bowl over the thousands of individuals living there. There was a brief moment of respite when they’d hoped that they would wind up okay through all this, but it was dashed when the giantess’s leg didn’t stop after just a single step.

She kept pushing forward. Whatever forces kept the landmass floating resisted as best they could, but the power behind Emma’s casual stroll overwhelmed it in an instant. The giant woman’s naked thigh plowed through the floating island as if it were little more than a dirt clod. It disintegrated on contact, falling apart while raining dirt, buildings, and even people onto a woman so unbelievably massive that their fate had been shared by at least two dozen other islands underneath her notice.

Emma looked down, and frowned. Was there some reason all these islands had to be so densely packed? It was like walking through a cloud of flies with how many broke apart from that movement alone. Shrugging her shoulders and batting aside another island unbeknownst to her when her boobs shifted ever so slightly, she looked at the island that she’d wanted to focus on earlier.

The capitol island was the most well-fortified location in the planet’s atmosphere. Floating higher than any other island it held the natural strategic advantage of being able to see both anything taking place below, as well as having a clearer view of everything that came from above.

Now they had to deal with Emma. A woman of unimaginable size who had so casually brought her face dangerously close to them. While not the biggest of the hovering landmasses, its size was still considered impressive. To Emma, however, it was a clump of land she could licked from the sky and held in her mouth in its entirety. A floating structure that was only afforded any attention thanks to its convenient location.

Emma looked at the island that she’d focused in on. She could definitely tell she was looking at a tiny city, but it looked rather different from the ones back home. Not only because of the whole floating miles in the air thing, but because it just looked… older. Like it was straight out of a medieval era, with grand castles and buildings constructed of stone.

At least, that’s what it looked like. Narrowing her eyes she adjusted her glasses and brought her face even closer.

The capitol wasn’t going down without a fight. All at once the island’s numerous defenses were engaged. Hundreds of great dragons launched from the castle’s ramparts, each spitting molten jets of flame from their mouths. And those were only the more agile fighters, as hundreds more airships were boarded and began taking off with the intention of attacking the giant woman and, hopefully, driving her off. They knew they would not be able to defeat someone so large, but they had no intention of lying down and giving up.

The die had been cast!

Emma watched as innumerable tiny specks started flying through the air. She couldn’t quite tell what they were, only that they seemed to originate from the visible castle in front of her eye line. Shrugging her shoulders, she moved one finger over the entire chunk of land, briefly wondering how this whole “floating island” thing worked.

Her unassuming movements belied her true strength in comparison to the puny people she’d inadvertently invaded. With all the casualness one would use to pet a small animal, Emma touched the outer rim of the island in front of her face. She was curious if doing so would tear a chunk off, and, if it did, would that bit float the same way the whole island had? Or would it break apart, forcing the entire structure to collapse if it were bothered even slightly.

To her great surprise, neither happened. While hundreds of the islands had been crushed simply from walking here, this target was treated with a good deal more care. And instead of falling apart on impact, it simply began to tilt to the side, as if were a spinning dinner plate she’d knocked off balance. It wasn’t the total annihilation she’d brought to so many others, but it did result in thousands upon thousands of microscopic people being launched from the very earth beneath their feet, along with anything that wasn’t nailed down.

They may have been the lucky ones. Anything that was secured to the ground instead had to contend with the incredible quakes her casual tap had spread throughout the land. No one was happy with what was going on, least of all Emma who was already finding herself bored with what was happening. So bored, in fact, she hadn’t even noticed the innumerable tiny flashes of light in front of her glasses. The great jets of flame the dragon warriors had blown in her direction had not even been noticed.

“You guys are so fuckin’ tiny.” Emma said, smiling to herself as she watched debris rain from the island down to the ground. Except that the only ground below was her chest, far bigger than any of the islands. A large enough landmass that the people who’d fallen over could probably live the rest of their lives there.

It was an enticing image. A tiny civilization spread all over her boobs, with the centers of commerce being erected near her nipples. Dozens of cities surrounding the impossibly huge tower, while some of the more brave workers would farm their surroundings for enough to live on for ages.

Then she frowned. She remembered the last time she’d invited a number of microscopic people to live with her. Not eager to bring such evil into the world again she shook her head, and brushed her boobs off, ensuring that in the unlikely chance any of the people who’d fallen from the island had landed on her chest and survived, they would be wiped out by a casual brush of her fingers.

“Isn’t there anything else to do around here?” Emma asked, her booming voice bringing down many of the winged reptiles flying around her face with the sheer volume. The sudden disappearance of the sparks near her face was what finally caught her attention, and she squinted to look at the action unfolding right front of her eyes.

The details were hard to make out, but she could have sworn they looked like tiny versions of ordinary ships. Except they were flying through the air with what looked like a series of microscopic propellers sticking out the top. The other, more agile dots were harder to make out though, save for the tiny sparks they seemed to produce.

“Is this some kinda fuckin’ steampunk world?” She wondered aloud, bringing two of her fingers close together around one of the many ships she’d spotted. She wanted a closer look, but was afraid if she leaned forward any further then the simple act of breathing would suck them out of the air and lose them forever deep in her nose.

It would take surgical precision to pick one of the flying things out of the air without crushing it to rubble. But at least it would be easier than picking up one of the buildings on an island! She held her breath as she gradually closed her fingers together around one of the ships.

But precision wasn’t exactly something Emma excelled in. Despite all of her care when she pinched her fingers together she wound up with nothing more than a sliver of scrap between them. Frowning, she wiped her hand off on her thigh, then tried again.

“Fuck.” She muttered. Three more times was all it took before her patience ran out, and she groaned in frustration. “Whatever. I don’t even care.” She said, more trying to convince herself of this idea than anyone else.

But now she was left with no idea of what to do. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know how she’d gotten here. She didn’t know how she’d get home.

She did know she was functionally invincible though. Hell, she’d been looking at this the wrong way the entire time! She wasn’t trapped here with a bunch of people so microscopic there wasn’t any chance they’d be able to do anything to her. No, they were trapped with her. And unless they’d developed space travel they didn’t have any way of escaping from her, or any of her desires.

No matter how inappropriate they are.

Without even realizing it, Emma had already pinched a nipple between two fingers. She bit her bottom lip while looking over the smorgasbord of islands presented to her, as well as the ground around her toes that she had so carelessly trod upon, and wondered what part of this endless buffet she should indulge in first.

Looking down over her hefty breasts, Emma smiled. Well, if she’d already gotten started here, then why not continue? It didn’t take long to find one close to the nipple she’d been rubbing, and she turned ever so slightly so she faced the floating chunk of land directly.

She exhaled softly, amazed at the size difference so casually on display. Her boobs could have undoubtedly crushed hundreds of these tiny landmasses all at once if they were laid out properly. She had likely already erased many more than that just walking earlier. But it was this mysterious one in front of her right now that demanded her full attention.

Emma inhaled as slowly as she could manage. She watched with rapt fascination as the gentle movement sent her chest expanding outward ever so slightly, enough for her nipple to brush against the tip of the island. She could imagine the thousands who must be living there right now, hoping beyond hope a way out of this would present itself. That she would stop inhaling soon, and spare them further destruction that was guaranteed if she continued to do so.

Or maybe some had taken to alternative methods of survival. After all, if her nipple was touching the island it seemed entirely possible that some of them had just taken the plunge. That they’d leapt over the edge of their floating home, for the greener pastures that made up the giant woman’s tit. Perhaps they’d prefer taking their chances surviving on the giantess’s body, rather than face certain doom in their homes.

The thought excited Emma. Enough that her breathing began to slow, and she inhaled sharply in excitement. The casual movements made her arousal visible, and in the process her nipples began to stiffen.

And that was enough to spell doom for the island she’d focused her attention on.

What was only a moment prior a squishy, but firm bit of flesh jutting from the top of boobs bigger than the giant woman’s head was near-instantly transformed into rigid nubs. And the slight growth they went through while erecting was enough to tear through the island she’d so carefully positioned herself in front of. Dirt broke apart, buildings collapsed, and the mysterious landmass just spilled its contents all over a nipple that had already been bigger than the entire thing.

Making sure the job was finished, Emma tweaked her nipple again, making sure to crush what clung to her firm nipple in its entirety, and rub away anything that remained. Nothing survived the casual assault, leaving her with nothing more than a small speck of dirt adorning the colossal boob.

“Aw shit…” Emma whispered, letting go of her breast. She could already feel arousal spreading through her body. The islands were just so fragile, though. Would she really be able to get herself off using such tiny, fragile things? Even when there was so many of them to use?

There was only one way to find out. At least, one way that she was actually interested in trying. It would undoubtedly result in the destruction of many of these little dirt clods, but that was a sacrifice she was more than willing to take.

Taking a deep breath, Emma looked around for the next suitable target. She wanted the near-microscopic people surrounding her to know that the rules of engagement had changed. Full-on destruction was the goal now, and not simply mild interest in the world around her.

Then, she spotted it. There was one island that was notably bigger than any of the others around her. While they varied in sizes from little more than a pebble to larger ones being around the size of a coin, this one was special. Covered in a thin gray layer that she assumed to be a colossal city, this bunch of dirt was around the size of her fist. How many could live on a bit of land that expansive?

They had to number in the millions.

And they had the unfortunate luck to be positioned at right about waist height. Maybe there were other, bigger islands around that were also worthy of attention, but she could look for them later. For now this populated area was about to be turned into a wet smear all over her eager pussy.

For the people on the island all pandemonium had broken out. A giant woman bigger than anything any of them could even conceive had appeared suddenly, and they had to listen in terror as their greatest defenses failed to protect the people from the giant menace. They had to listen through long-distance communications as the proud warriors of the capitol rose up as one to fight back against the great thing attacking them, and gasp with shock and horror when they were wiped out as easily as one would wave a hand.

And now she had seemingly focused her attention on their home. The biggest, and most densely populated of all the floating landmasses. One with hundreds of years of culture and a shared history exuding from every corner.

Emma walked right up to the little thing until she was standing in front of it. She felt so deliciously wicked standing in front of so many people like this. She’d been naked in public on many an occasion thanks to the bizarre turns her life would often wind up taking, but this time she was on an entirely new scale and her gigantic, eager pussy consumed the entirety of the people’s field of view if they looked in her direction.

Rubbing a hand between her legs, Emma bit her lower lip and watched intently. The sounds she made in the casual act had to have been deafening to the little people below, and she was sure that the scent of her naked sex in such close proximity had to be overwhelming. Destroying their senses as they tried to process the thick, pheromone-laden air around them.

Assuming they even breathed like normal.

But Emma liked to assume they did. Where would the fun be in teasing people so small she couldn’t even see them if they were some sort of weird rock creatures who couldn’t breathe? No, these were people, she’d decided. Ordinary humans like those she lived among every day, but at a drastically smaller scale. And they had dragons. And maybe even magic!

Even all of that didn’t make a difference, though. All of the technology back on her own world would have not been able to scratch her gigantic form right now, either. So what hope did these pathetic people have?

With that latest bout of excitement, Emma moved forward. Her eager, hungry pussy pressed against the outer edge of the hovering landmass for an instant. Whatever magical energies allowed these islands to float meant that something as common as an earthquake was an entirely alien experience for its inhabitants.

They had no preparations made for this sort of thing. It simply did not need to exist in their world. Then there was the fact that Emma was so big her bump would have been more powerful than any natural disaster could ever realistically be. Combined it meant that nearly every structure on the enormous island fell apart near-instantly.

Bodies flooded the streets, and the people were given an up close and personal view as the gigantic, world-devouring pussy in the distance moved towards them. Many of those living on the outer edges of the island were overpowered in an instant, while those nearer to the center could watch in shock and awe, hoping that something would change her course.

Some hoped and prayed, believing Emma to be a vengeful Goddess given form, or something of that ilk. Maybe she demanded fealty, or was angry over some perceived sleight. Those who weren’t running tried dropping to their knees and begging. Praying. Wishing she could hear them and proclaim her satisfaction over their actions, and release them from their terror.

Then Emma spoke.

She couldn’t help herself. Some part of it was imagining things from the tiny people’s perspective as they looked up and could only see her. Maybe it was excitement over the great amount of damage she was dealing so effortlessly. Or maybe she was just getting off on destruction, and was some flavor of bona fide psychopath.

She didn’t know. She didn’t care. It felt good, and a moan escaped her lips.

The sound was impossibly low for all the people nearby. It rumbled, and thundered, shaking their entire island as the brown-skinned woman’s giant genitalia surged forward, devouring more than half the island in one go.

Many realized this wasn’t going to turn out as well as they’d have liked it to. She did not seem to have any room for mercy in her heart for the tiny ones she so easily massacred with her most sensitive areas. The praise stopped. Some began to run. Others began cursing the giantess, hoping that their own deities of choice would strike her down and rescue them all.

Emma wasn’t aware of any of it. Taking a deep breath, she finished moving forward, and felt her pussy squish over the rest of the island. She shivered in excitement, her weighty breasts jiggling as she did so. There was no reason it should have been as arousing as it had actually wound up being. She had barely felt anything, after all. The sensation would have been similar to rubbing a nail file against her pussy.

But that was part of the whole appeal, she supposed. The fact that she hadn’t felt anything. The excitement and rush of power that brought with it. She shivered again, and slid a finger between her legs as arousal threatened to overwhelm her.

She’d still been straddling the island at the moment, and felt her fingers pierce the chunk of land from below. Her fingers drove through the tiny clump of land, breaking it apart as easily as one would a loosely-packed snowball. Some of it was undoubtedly shoved inside of her, smearing against her inner walls in the process, but the majority of the island simply collapsed and rained moisture-packed mud onto the ground below.

“Fuck.” Emma whispered. She needed to get off. And fast.

Looking down again she watched as the last chunks of dirt fell from between her legs and struck the land far below. She shouldn’t forget all the people still living on the surface, right? For a moment she wondered what sorts of situation lead either side of this equation to live where they did. Perhaps the floating landmasses were reserved for the wealthy, and she’d overrun an entire city filled to the brim with bougie microbes using her pussy while her feet trod upon the lower classes.

Or maybe things were quite the opposite. The wealthy had all the space they could ever want on the surface, while the islands were essentially floating slums. The thought was interesting, but it also bothered her. It wasn’t exactly fair to treat those who’d already drawn the short end of the stick so much worse than she did those born with silver spoons in their mouth.

Of course, she had no way of knowing who lived where. Or if that was even how the land was split up. She didn’t care, though. She just wanted a reason to step on more cities, and if a desire to be more egalitarian in her destruction was going to be how her mind rationalized it, then she was okay with that.

With that last thought, Emma raised her right foot high into the air. Far higher than was necessary. She moved it so high it was about even with her other knee, and looked around for the best route. She wanted to make sure she took out a few more islands in the process of creating a brand new grand canyon with her toes for the little people below.

None of the remaining islands looked particularly unique from one another. While that made things less visually interesting, it also meant she could play things purely for numbers. It was easy to find a dozen or so floating bits of earth to cast in her endlessly huge shadow.

“Look out below!” Emma taunted, wiggling her toes enthusiastically. Dirt and debris fell from far above pelting some of the islands but leaving most untouched. A wicked sneer crossed the giant woman’s face as she brought her foot down slowly, and closed her eyes to focus on the destruction she would so easily cause.

She could only barely feel them, but she knew they were there. Tiny, fearful, and probably screaming for help. They could only watch as a foot comparable in size to a country descended from the heavens to destroy them all.

They felt more like tiny specks brushing against her sole. Emma bit her lip, trying to stop herself from laughing as she knew the minute sensations belonged to countless people in their final moments. Their combined efforts amounted to a sensation more akin to a gentle breeze caressing her sole as well over a dozen floating landmasses crumbled from the colossal step.

When she touched the ground it was as if a weapon of mass destruction had gone off. She watched in awe as an enormous plume of dirt exploded out from beneath her foot in every direction, and could not stop from working herself over more violently at the sight of it.

It was just. So. Cool.

Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She was nearing climax now. It wouldn’t take much longer, though the pleasure from her step had ended more quickly than she’d expected. She twisted her foot from side to side, then dragged her toes back, carving several parallel canyons into the planet’s surface while muddying her toes. Anything she could do to eke out a tiny bit more pleasure from her casual destruction of a planet’s populace. It wouldn’t be enough to carry her to the explosive climax she was eagerly driving towards, but it would get her primed.

After all, she’d barely done anything with her boobs! Exhaling softly, she groped one of the gigantic melons hanging from her chest. She thumbed her nipple to excite it further, and felt a tingling spread throughout her entire body.

But what should she do? When using her feet it was obvious to step on things, while rubbing herself over an island was the obvious solution between her legs, but her boobs were just so… big! And unwieldy!

Emma frowned, for once annoyed with the gifts resting on her chest. She casually hefted one of the boobs far bigger than her hand, and felt her fingers sink deep into the soft, pliant flesh. She wanted to do something big and grand with her chest. She wanted to plop them onto the surface, and have the people far below worship her. Have them build monuments in front of nipples bigger than any mountains they’d ever seen. Have them travel between her breasts as a form of a spiritual journey, only to ascend them and stand at peaks higher than any they could fathom without being on one of the islands.

She wanted to feel hundreds of thousands of microscopic bodies surrounding her chest. She wanted them to worship her, and offer up anything she requested of them. No demand would be too great. Sacrifices would be mandatory, and all she would do is lean forward ever so slightly and allow the soft, heavy masses to roll over the tiny bodies placed in front of them. It wouldn’t even be to give her any pleasure, it would just be to torment them.

She wanted to inspire them artistically. She wanted songs written about how great her chest was. She wanted worshippers dedicated to mapping the gigantic breasts out. She wanted them to move onto her boobs, and build shrines to her greatness. To work her over all day, and offer her endless amounts of praise. She wanted them so devoted to every part of her that they fucking thanked her when she would lie down slightly to the side, and accidentally crush thousands of them. To have a people so devoted to her interests and well-being over their own they would apologize for anything she did against them.

The thoughts swirling around Emma’s head were unbelievably exciting.

But… all she really wanted to do right now as get off.

“Come on in, guys!” Emma laughed, moving her occupied hand away from her pussy and spreading her arms wide. With little care for the destruction caused she spread her fingers to scoop as many tiny landmasses as she could, and pushed them to her chest.

Many of them were crushed by her gigantic digits before they finished their trek. Some survived, however, only to be mashed into breasts that would have been gigantic even if she were at the same tiny scale they were. Emma’s excitement spiked powerfully as she repeated the action, feeling more and more of the tiny islands slam into her chest, and break apart easily. She started to pant while eradicating more and more of the floating landmasses, and rubbed them into her soft skin. Others were pressed into nipples bigger than the islands themselves, until she finally pushed herself go too far.

She’d reached the breaking point. Emma gasped for air, and started panting. She was there! This was it!

“F-“ She started, but wasn’t able to form any words. One hand shot down between her legs to work herself over past the climax she’d just built herself up to, while the other moved for one final group of islands to mash into her gigantic breasts.

Emma’s legs turned to jelly. Her climax hit her like a truck, and she stumbled where she stood as she fought to keep herself from falling over. She may have just spent the past couple of minutes openly masturbating in front of an audience of millions, but she was not about to embarrass herself by falling over!

And she did, in fact, manage to stop herself from falling over. But in the process of catching herself she took several steps backward, gouging more craters into the planet beneath her in the process. The additional added excitement from the unexpected destruction sent fresh waves of pleasure through her, and she lost the fight with gravity she had been so valiantly fighting up until this point.

“FUCK!!!” Emma screamed, leaning forward to correct her imbalance. But the gigantic woman’s equally gigantic tits threw her off balance more than she’d expected. Gravity claimed hold on the giant woman’s wobbly legs, and forced her to the ground, where she dropped to her knees.

That would have been the end of it if she hadn’t kept driving her fingers in and out of her eager pussy. Kneeling made things a little more awkward so she leaned forward slightly to better explore her depths, and once again gravity grabbed hold of her.

Emma fell face first onto the planet’s surface with an explosive sound more powerful than anything anyone had ever heard. Her gigantic breasts gouged massive craters into the surface, with her hard nipples lancing straight through as if the earth were made from paper.

She was riding her climax now, eager to tease it out for as long as possible. With eyes closed Emma panted as her face hit the ground, and an entire city was blown away in the process. Every time she panted she could feel more of the tiny world underneath her crumble on contact with her breasts, and as she straightened her body out she felt her toes rake through more of the tiny surface beneath her.

The entire event lasted only a minute, but it ended with a death toll more significant than any the people who lived here would ever know. Some waited with anticipation, wondering if it were all over now as she lie with her face into the ground, attempting to catch her breath. Others cursed her, angry over the great losses suffered for no reason other than to give the gigantic brown-skinned woman a climax of epic proportions.

But all breathed a sigh of relief after a few minutes.

And then Emma casually rolled over onto her back. All at once countless more cities disappeared under her naked backside as she lie on the ground and catch her breath. She was covered in a fine layer of dust, and, she was sure, countless tiny bodies. But they were so small she couldn’t have even seen them. The knowledge they were there was all she had.

“Tha-“ She tried saying, panting all the while. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath, and tried again. “Thanks.” She managed, leaning her head back so her hair jostled behind her and sliced through more beneath her.

It was a fun distraction and all… but she was still trapped here… and she’d probably just burned any potential bridges she could have formed to get help from them. So… that probably wasn’t good.

Still lying on her back, Emma folded her arms under her chest, deep in thought. There had to be something she could do.

The ground rumbled again.

Maria shivered. Her entire body was coated in sweat and she was more scared than she’d ever been in her life. It had only been a few minutes prior that she was living the life of an ordinary, average 20-year old. Her only concerns at the time had been questions of what would be whether to make breakfast at home or go out the following morning. The reverie was broken by her mother and father both breaking into her bedroom at the same instant. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they screamed at the young woman to get up and run.

She’d never seen a look like that on any of her family members before, so she’d obeyed without question. Herself, her parents, and her older brother all ran outside, while an ominous rumbling shook the earth around them.

Now here they were. Outside, hiding in the shadow of a half-destroyed restaurant. Hoping that the gigantic woman stomping around nearby wouldn’t bother to pay anymore mind to a building she’d already damaged so thoroughly. Or that she wouldn’t see them if she did. It wasn’t the craziest idea, as the thirty-story tall woman didn’t seem to focus too much on anything that didn’t take place out in the open or around much-taller buildings. She sauntered around the streets, completely naked and making sure she went out of her way to crush people anything on the streets. Human or vehicle alike. It did not matter to the dusky-skinned giantess. They’d watched in terror as she scooped people up from the streets, lazily carrying them to her mouth before snapping them up between her lips.

“You might as well stop hiding.” The giantess boomed in an obvious effort to intimidate those she knew to be hiding from her lofty vantage. “I know you’re there, and if you make me track you down then things are going to be very, very bad for you.”

Maria’s blood froze. She began hyperventilating. Was there any chance the giantess could see them through the wood and debris? Perhaps with some sort of fantastical x-ray vision? It sounded like something straight out of science fiction, but three-hundred foot tall naked ladies weren’t exactly a common occurrence either! Should they just run? What could go wrong? Maybe-

While Maria was still running through scenarios in her mind her older brother cracked. He broke free from their hiding place in the shadows, and began to sprint away from the giantess. Her mother and father followed suit a second later, and Maria took one last look at the giantess before running herself.

She had no way of knowing whether the giant woman was telling the truth or if what followed was just a horrible coincidence. Shortly after the rest of her family had broken into a run the giantess seemed to sense an escape attempt. She whipped back to face them, her shoulder-length black hair flopping about wildly in the process. A cruel, mischievous smile formed on the giant woman’s face. Then she adjusted her glasses, and began walking after them.

Maria covered her mouth and held her breath. There was nothing she could do now. The rest of her family had been spotted. If they tried retreating they would just wind up revealing her own position. If she called out to them she’d be giving up her spot as well. It was a checkmate. There were no good moves, and she could only watch as the giantess walked after her family.

It all happened very quickly. The gigantic, busty woman didn’t offer any menacing words, or follow-up. She just raised a bare foot high into the air, and wiggled her toes. It was clear she was enjoying this, and she had just had the good fortune to score three at once. She slammed her foot onto the ground, splattering the rest of Maria’s family in the blink of an eye and painting their remains on her sole.

That was the last thing Maria saw. Her next memory would be a gentle nudging of her shoulder by medical personnel who seemed relieved she was okay. It was daytime now, and while there was no giantess anywhere to be seen, the evidence was everywhere. From crushed buildings, kicked over trees, vehicles, and a number of ominous red splotches everywhere. For a moment she tried willing herself awake, hoping it was all just a horrible dream, but no such luck.

That had been one year ago. Life had returned to something resembling normalcy for her since then, but the reminders stayed with her. Her parent’s home had been miraculously spared the giantess’s wrath, and it was where she now lived alone. At least physically. Her mind was a near-constant jumble of thoughts and emotions. There wasn’t a night that went by when she didn’t imagine the giant tanned woman appearing in her town again. She would oftentimes dream of facing the giantess down, before growing to match her height. She would then best the other giantess in combat, and…

Then the dreams would get weird. She would imagine herself replacing the other giantess. Walking through cities, crushing people and eating them as casually as she’d seen the other. Perhaps it was equal parts fascination and interest in the gigantic woman who’d turned her life upside down. She imagined her own bare feet trampling through crowds, occasionally stopping to look at the bottoms of them to admire her handiwork.

The thoughts were distressing. She would often find herself preparing the sadness over thoughts of her last family to these absurd scenarios that played out so vividly in her mind. Try as she might to tell herself otherwise she knew that she was obsessed. The dreams had steadily become more frequent, and not a day went by without her thinking of what it would be like to step into the giantess’s non-existent shoes for a day.

She tried ridding herself of these imaginings in a multitude of ways. The most basic of which involved investing in a weapon. A gun that she kept in a safe near her bedside. A safe she made sure she could unlock in a manner of seconds. She told herself she kept it to kill the giant woman should she ever get the opportunity to do so. And every day she went to bed, alone in her big empty house, with her giant-killing weapon unused.

Until one morning.

The floor began to rumble again.

It was a distinctly familiar rumble. One that was uneven, as the giantess hadn’t been marching to a rhythm or some other absurdity during her first visit. She was walking about like normal person, stopping to investigate various objects and items around her. Things to step on. Or eat. Or…

Maria shook her head, then hopped out of bed. As she had practiced so many times before she whirled through her safe’s combination, and pulled her trusty firearm out. Her heart pounded as she rushed outside, and confirmed that the thing she’d long wanted to see once again had arrived.

Every bit as tall and nude as the first time, the gigantic, brown-skinned woman walked around casually. Her breasts were absolutely enormous, jiggling wildly with every step while her hair carried a more subdued bounce. She stopped to adjust her glasses every so often, before raising a foot and stamping it onto the ground. Undoubtedly on top of some more unfortunate souls that Maria couldn’t see from her current location.

But she wasted no time. She looked at the direction the giantess was walking, and moved to intercept. Maria fought against crowds running in the opposite direction she was before reaching a twenty-story tall building straight on the giant woman’s path. More bodies poured out of its front doors that she had to fight against to get up top as quickly as possible, but once inside she managed to get to the roof with little issue. She was very high up, but it still astounded her that she was not as big as the giantess walking around her city.

More importantly, she was at a tall enough height to be seen.

She clenched the gun so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her palms were sweating as the giant woman lumbered ever closer. Every step made the entire building shake, and Maria felt her breath catch in her throat as she was overcome with anxiety. She watches as the giant woman’s bloodied soles crush even more people underneath them with hapless joy. How she stops to pick up people with her hands, and sprinkle them into her mouth like they were nothing more than living hors d’oeuvres. The giant woman’s progress was slow, as if she wanted to show off to Maria before making her grand debut.

And when the giant woman was so close to the building her boobs pressed against the lip of the roof, Maria made her move.

“HEY!” She screamed, cocking the pistol.

“Hm?” The giant woman said, looking around for the source of the voice that seemed unusually close. It didn’t take long for the big woman to examine the rooftops she was standing around, and focus onto the lone, foolish figure standing atop one and waving her on.

“YOU MONSTER!” Maria screamed, pointing the gun accusingly. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHY DID YOU-“

“Hi.” The giantess said, leaning over slightly to wave down to the little figure angrily posturing close by. As she did so her colossal breasts flattened out against the edge of the rooftop, sending cracks spidering out in every direction and making the entire situation vastly more dangerous for the tiny woman. “I’m Emma.” The giantess followed up, waving a hand to the little person.

Maria was stunned. That seemed… strangely normal. It didn’t seem right for a giantess to have a normal, human name. Not when she so clearly didn’t have an ounce of humanity in her!

“WHY ARE YOU HERE AGAIN?!” Maria screamed, stamping her foot angrily.

“…Again?” Emma asked, standing back to her full height. “…Shit. I knew this place looked familiar. A little less nice than I remember, but they probably haven’t had enough time to fully rebuild…”

Maria didn’t like this. This giant… murderer was taking this so casually!

“When, uh. When was I last here?”

“A YEAR AGO! YOU KILLED MY-“

“That’s right! A year ago!” Emma said, snapping her fingers and laughing. “I remember now. The temp agency was like, ‘We need you to terrorize the people there so we can snap up the property and use it to build a new shopping center.’ Well, would you believe I was a little too good at my job and the government decided to step in and make sure everything was rebuilt? So I got fired from that job, but then they called me again and I knew this place sounded familiar-“

“SHUT UP!” Maria screamed, lowering her weapon to press her fingers into her temples. This wasn’t going at all like she thought. Her big hero moment was being torn to shreds in front of her! This giant… Emma, was just so casual about everything! Where was the evil laughter? The claim that her family’s death was part of some nefarious plot to give it all meaning?!

“Is that a gun?”

Maria turned white as a sheet.

“What’s that for?”

“T-TO KILL YOU!” Maria screamed, moving her fingers away from her head and pointing the tiny thing at Emma with both hands. But from her height she couldn’t really aim at much of the giantess beyond her gigantic breasts. She had figured a shot in the eye or while the woman’s mouth was open would have done some serious damage, but the boobs were so pendulous and hanging right over her head that she doubted she could even do a reasonable amount of damage to them.

Emma just raised an eyebrow in response.

“YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!” Maria continued. “AND I’VE SPENT EVERY DAY SINCE THINKING ABOUT THAT, AND WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO YOU IF I EVER GOT THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“Oh.” Emma said, folding her arms under her breasts to rise them ever so slightly and make herself appear even more menacing. “Well? Go ahead. If it helps I’m sure your family was tasty. Or that they felt good when I sat on them. Or-“

“YOU STEPPED ON THEM! AND THE LAST THING I SAW OF THEM WAS THEIR BODIES ON YOUR BIG, STUPID FOOT. AND IT HAS BEEN ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. AND NOW-“

Maria never finished the statement. She pulled the trigger, and a loud crack echoed through the air. For a split second she saw what looked like the bottom of Emma’s right boob dimple ever so slightly, then return to normal. There was no great left behind. Not even a slight prick. Her skin didn’t even turn a mild shade of red as if she’d been bit by an ant.

“…Did you miss?” Emma asked, feeling around the bottom of both her boobs with her hands. “That’s some seriously bad aim-“

Maria fired several more shots. Reloaded. Then fired more. Reloaded a second time. Then a third.

Then she was out of ammo.

“That thing is loud!” Emma complained. “But are you done? Cause now it’s my turn.”

With that Emma brought her hand close to Maria’s exposed, vulnerable body on the roof. The comparatively tiny woman dropped her gun as she realized how her entire revenge plot had been for naught. She turned to run, but didn’t even make it a single step when she felt the giantess’s hard nail slam into her from behind.

Then everything went dark.

…

“You okay?”

Maria’s eyes cracked open. Her vision was bleary, her head was pounding, and she felt unusually… cool. Had it happened again? Had she been forced to witness Emma have her way with people just like her before losing consciousness? Were there more medics around again?

“What’s going on?” Maria asked, blinking rapidly then rubbing her temples. Her vision began to clear, and she watched as the figure standing over her began to materialize. She stopped rubbing her forehead to rub her eyes, not believing what she saw. Then she blinked a dozen times. Then a dozen more.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” She shouted, scrambling backwards as she confirmed that the figure standing over her was Emma. Only… she didn’t look nearly as big as she should. What was going on!?

“Oh. Right. Um… since I was sent here by mistake I’ve got a few hours to kill and I was bored, so…”

“What the-” Maria muttered, watching as Emma stood back to her full height. What was going on? She looked like she was as tall as any ordinary woman. Then that meant-

Maria slammed her hands onto the ground with the intent of standing up and fighting Emma. That meant this wasn’t over yet!

Rather than the slap of flesh against the ground she expected there was instead a rumbling BOOM, followed quickly by the sensation of cracks spreading away from her fingers in every direction. Her eyes went wide as she finally put all the pieces together. The world around her looking off was because she wasn’t just lying on the ground outside again, and Emma certainly hadn’t shrunken to her size as well.

Maria had grown. And the newly-grown giantess was sitting on the rubble of the same building she’d climbed to the roof of before losing consciousness.

“Need some help?” Emma asks, offering the other giantess a hand. Maria looks at the much-smaller world around her, then at Emma’s fingers. Her heart races for a moment, before she silently nods, and accepts.

“So, like I was trying to say earlier, I think there was a glitch in the system that regurgitated all the projects from a year ago and brought them back into the queue today. My life’s been a whole whirlwind recently and now I get sent back here to this place, and since there’s not much to do I’ve just been kind of… you know. Walking around.”

Maria tackled Emma.

Or she tried to. She slammed her shoulder into the giantess’s soft midsection, but before the other giant woman could even be moved her size increased a considerable amount. Not enough to dwarf Maria as she had at her original size, but an extra fifty feet placed her at noticeably larger than Maria’s three-hundred.

“What are you stupid? I’m trying to help you out here. I thought you’d appreciate what I’m doing for you here.”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! MAKING ME LIKE YOU? MAKING ME-“

“Bigger? Unstoppable? Able to do whatever you want?” Emma asked, swirling her finger over Maria’s modest chest. “I could tell from how obsessed you were with me that this is what you wanted deep down. So come along now, or I’ll just grow so big I squish this entire planet between my tits. I’ve done it before, so don’t test me.”

Maybe it was foolish of Maria to try and kill Emma with just a gun. But, not seeing any other course of action open to her, she stood back up. She was just a bit shorter than Emma’s shoulder now, placing her eyeliner at about even with Emma’s pendulous breasts. She looked down at her own chest, and frowned.

“So I’m going to give you a crash course in giantess’ing. It’ll give me something to do until I can get out of here and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too. Sound fun?”

Maria didn’t know what to say.

“Good.” Emma said, smiling and patting the smaller woman on the shoulder. “Now follow me.”

Maria didn’t move.

“Really?” Emma said, rolling her eyes.

Maria looked down at the world around her. She could see her own feet standing in what remained of the building she’d crushed during her impromptu growth spurt. She could see Emma’s nearby, bigger than her own standing in the middle of a street. As soon as she stepped off of the rubble she would have to be careful where she placed her feet if she didn’t want to crush anyone.

But she wasn’t so sure on that “if” anyway. She’d told herself for so long she hated Emma’s guts… but now the giantess had made her bigger. Invincible. Just like Emma herself. She’d empowered her so she would never have to face the troubles she did in her old life… as well as giving her the ability to terrorize anyone or anything else that bothered her.

She was troubled.

But before Maria could think on it any more, Emma’s big hand wrapped around her shoulder and yanked her away. Struggling to catch herself Maria’s feet pounded the ground, gouging great holes into the soft tarmac while she prevented herself from falling over. Seeing the street below but feeling how soft it was now made for a wholly alien disconnect that she nonetheless found particularly interesting.

“Okay. So what do you want to do first?” Emma asked, patting her new giantess friend on the back.

“Kill you?” Maria asked, hopefully.

“Ha! Good one!” Emma laughed, before lowering a hand and slapping it against Maria’s flat stomach. “But I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you? Growing always does that. So we should probably find you someone to take care of that, right?”

Maria said nothing.

“That’s the spirit.” Emma said, looking over the streets. “Eating someone is always a good way to break into the role and really enjoy yourself. You know, feeling them struggle over your tongue… and sliding down your throat. The tiny tickles they make deep inside your stomach. Wait, you’ve never done this before. Why am I explaining this to you? But trust me, once you have one you’ll never go back. Sometimes it’s the only reason I bother getting out of bed.”

Maria wasn’t sure what to say to that either.

“Check this out.” Emma said, placing her hands on her hips. “I KNOW YOU’RE HIDING OUT THERE. GIVE YOURSELF UP AND MAYBE MY FRIEND AND I WILL SHOW YOU MERCY!” She shouted. “It works every time.” She whispered to Maria after.

At that moment a young woman wearing a very nice suit peeked around a corner. She had to have been hiding up until that point, but Emma’s astute eyes flashed at the sight of her. The woman panicked and began to run, but Emma gave chase. A chase that lasted all of three seconds, as she easily caught up to and collected the woman into her palm.

“Alright. Now open your mouth.”

Maria stood still. The past minute or so had been completely life changing for her, and she still wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted this. Was there any point in trying to fight Emma anymore? Had the other giantess been right? Maybe she should just-

“Come on.” Emma said, pinching the sides of Maria’s face together to force her mouth open. The smaller giantess squeaked in surprise, while the tiny woman fighting against the fingers that held her scrambled to avoid being dropped into the dark, moist depths of the smaller giantess’s mouth.

“Buh ahh noh hungy” Maria protested, finding it difficult to speak with her mouth being held open. It was a lie, of course. That was why she was finding it so hard to not buy into what Emma was saying. The other giantess seemed to be able to read her like an open book… or maybe Maria’s desires were just plain for all to see. And, well, after being empowered so much, maybe she-

“Oh just eat her already.” Said Emma, while shoving the tiny body between the other giantess’s lips. In an instant a writhing tiny mass was slipped between Maria’s lips and deposited onto her tongue. Her immediate instinct was to try and spit the little thing out, but with her mouth still being held by the bigger giantess she was not able to actually do that. Her attempts only tossed the little thing in her mouth around, really allowing every part of Maria’s mouth to feel the little thing’s fight for survival.

The sensations were strangely enjoyable. The tiny blows made the inside of her mouth tingle, knowing they were from a fully-grown woman fighting for her life. Emma seemed to sense that, and pushed Maria’s jaw closed, sealing the little woman inside of the smaller giantess’s mouth. In an instant the writhing little body floundering around atop Maria’s tongue went feral, screaming for mercy and fighting against the fleshy tongue undulating against her.

Maria was finding it more difficult to avoid swallowing the little nuisance. The well-dressed woman had been small enough for the giantess to do so easily, and doing so would, at the very least, shut her up. While not unpleasant, she was still uncomfortable with the idea.

“Alright, fine.” Emma said, rolling her eyes. She again squeezed the smaller giantess’s mouth open, and watched as a saliva-soaked woman in a suit fought for air as she wiped the clear, warm liquid from her face. Maria’s tongue slowly stretched out of her mouth while Emma moved a hand underneath.

The blonde woman was stumbled onto Emma’s hand, still soaking wet and clinging onto the giantess’s warm skin for dear life. She’d just been granted reprieve from a terrible fate, but the woman who held onto her now was the one who’d so casually sentenced her to it. She wasn’t sure if she should be grateful, or attempt to jump over the edge of the hand in protest of being around either of them any longer.

“Gross.” Emma said, picking up the wet woman by the legs between two fingers. Though she was careful while doing so, she still felt a minor shift in the woman’s body once her fingers clasped together, sending a fresh wave of pained screams out as she wriggled upside-down.

“What happened?” Maria asked, watching the little woman being held in front of her face intently. “I didn’t mean to! I mean, was that me? Did I…”

“Nah, I think that was me.” Emma said, casually lowering the woman upside-down back to street level. “Might’ve pinched too hard when I picked her up. Though she probably wouldn’t have been struggling so much if she hadn’t just spent some time with you.”

Maria felt a lump in her throat.

“Nah I’m just fuckin’ with you, it was all my fault. But if you’re not going to eat her…” Emma announced, dropping the injured little woman onto the ground in front of the two giantesses. “Then you should probably just crush her.”

“But-“

“Her legs are broken, and it’s not likely there’s going to be anyone around here soon to pick her up. You’d really just be putting her out of her misery.”

Maria looked at the tiny figure in front of her toes. It would be pathetically easy for her to do as Emma said. Just raise a bare foot ever so slightly, hover it over her future victim, and press her into a red splatter on the floor. Just as she’d seen Emma do a year ago…

“I don’t, I can’t-“

“The longer you delay, the more she’s going to suffer.” Emma said, smiling mischievously as she slapped her giantess companion on the ass. “How long she does is up to you.”

Emma brought up a good point. It was clear that the bigger giantess didn’t care either way if the little woman was left to suffer in agony for who knows how long. And… and then there was the part of her telling her to do it. The part she tried to keep locked away deep down. A part begging to experience it. Just once. She had all this size, and the only thing she’d actually done with it so far she hadn’t even been conscious for. Besides, this would be a… well, it wouldn’t be good. But she could justify it in her mind, at least.

“Fine.” She finally muttered, making Emma’s smile grow even wider. Moving her bare foot forward, Maria nudged her toes into the tiny woman’s body, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, focused on the sounds of the pained screams far below, and raised her big toe only.

The entire sole would have been more efficient, but Maria wanted to feel more of it. She slid her foot forward ever so slightly, and felt the tiny little woman’s soaking wet body under the warm toe. She finally exhaled, releasing the breath she’d been holding as she drove her toe further into the ground.

It was easy. She’d barely even started when it was all over, and the final pained cry of the woman beneath her was cut off. Then the meaty crunch, and her big toe was touching the hard street underneath the woman. So thoroughly crushed that she was less of a corpse and more of an organic film spread across the street and bottom of her big toe.

“Wow.” She whispered. It was so quiet that she was scarcely aware she’d made a sound at all. Emma hadn’t seemed to notice, but the shiver that ran through her entire body and the quickened breathing had to have made it obvious. She had enjoyed the act of cruelty far more than she’d let on.

“See? That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Maria muttered a quiet, almost silent, “Yes.”

“Told you! Now come on. Let’s practice a few more times.”

Emma’s idea of practice boiled down to sending Maria to test her crushing prowess against more people. There was no finesse to her teaching. No rhyme or reason. They just walked further into the city, and random orders were spouted out. First Maria was told to crush a car. “Because cars suck” was the only justification she had been offered, before Emma flattened a nearby vehicle of her own to demonstrate. It hadn’t been occupied, so Maria found that one rather easy, as well as enjoyable when she felt the metal crinkle under her bare sole. She thought of how dangerous cars had been at her normal size, and how she always needed to be aware of them when she was out walking. Or how she needed to be aware of others when she was driving herself. Now a car amounted to little more than a slight metallic pop when she felt walked upon one.

She scrunched her toes over the metallic corpse, and continued.

Next came a fleeing couple. A man and a woman running away in the middle of a street. Emma had walked in front of them, to scare the tiny pair with her immense stature and willingness to crush them. But she resisted her own urges, to teach her new giant student in the ways of proper giantess’ing. “You don’t want one of them to mourn the other, so it‘s best to get them both at once.” She’d explained.

But during her explanation the two had already split. The man shoved the woman whose hand he’d been holding aside, hoping to distract Maria while she’d lifted her bare foot above the both of them. He then fled in another direction, but the giantess wasn’t interested in the drama unfolding beneath her. She only wanted to do as asked, and feel both bodies flatten together after Emma had lauded her with tales of how nice it was to crush many at a time.

And it had been certainly unique. The woman was crushed under the arch of Maria’s bare foot, and she shivered at how sensitive she was there. The man, on the other hand, was caught by her toes before he’d put more than a few feet of distance between himself and his companion.

It wasn’t nearly as clean a crush, though. Had they stuck together they’d have been flattened under Maria’s sole in one easy movement. Just two tiny bodies cracking and turning to mush under her feet like they deserved. Like she should have been allowed to experience, given her great size. Instead the man only found his legs crushed, and he could only cry out in agony as his legs were pulped.

Maria giggled at that one, then continued on, happy to leave him to pass on his lonesome. As she walked ahead, now without Emma’s guidance, the bigger giantess stopped to look down at the barely-moving man, and squished him herself. If only because she’d been missing out on some prime crushing herself in the interest of teaching her new protégé all of the advantages of being a giantess.

Then the pair had been cornered. A cadre of police officers had blocked off a road, and could only watch as the giantesses approached. Emma took the lead this time, raising a bare foot high and slamming it into the middle of the crowd of uniformed men and woman. Twin geysers of blood shot out from either side of her sole, and her toes wiggled to mire themselves in the muck after.

The officers seemed to realize how badly they’d overestimated their abilities to take down the giantesses, and how ineffective their hardware would actually be against women so big. But after Emma showed them how easily she could crush them with her feet, Maria wasn’t far behind. Her feet were like twin pistons, raising and slamming into the floor with brutal efficiency. Her toes worked through people and cars with reckless abandon, and her wide smile grew all the wider.

The encounter had lasted less than a minute. Where once stood half a dozen cars, barricades, and two dozen armed officers there was now a wasteland. An empty street pockmarked with footprints lined with little more than red-soaked scraps of cloth or flattened dollops of steel that had once been cars.

And Maria was ecstatic.

“See? I told you it would be fun… you.”

“Maria.” She said, blushing. In the span of only a couple of hours she’d gone from trying to kill this other woman to being thankful to her for giving her such a wonderful gift. To being allowed to experience life the way the giantess did. Her old life felt like a distant memory, and she wanted to start anew. Create new memories and live as a new giantess, rampaging around towns and the countryside at her leisure. Unstoppable, and lascivious in her acts.

“Didn’t ask.” Emma said, already seemingly having focused on something else. A car driving nearby that had sped up as they seemed to realize that they had entered the giantess’s eye line. It swerved around abandoned vehicles and stragglers running on foot alike, slowing it down considerably as Emma motioned for Maria to follow her.

“Um… I have a question.” Maria said, making sure to splatter a fleeing man under her sole mid-stride as she did so. The sensation of a person’s remains coating the sole of her bare foot had at first been disgusting, but she’d grown to love it dearly over the past hour. Knowing it had been a living, breathing person whose life she’d ended for little more than the sensation against her skin was a feeling she thought would never stop being exhilarating. And with how much enjoyment Emma seemed to take out of it as well her excitement was increased.

“Sure.” Emma answered, quickly walking past the speeding little vehicle. Her footsteps rocked the very earth underneath, making it more difficult for the tiny thing to drive as the giantess’s toes seemed intent on crushing it.

“How long can I… stay like this?” Maria asked, finding the words hard to form. She’d been given no information on how long this would last. Would it just be until Emma left again?

“Forever. If you pass the final test.” Emma said, turning around in front of the car she’d just stopped and facing Maria, who still had her face pressed firmly into the bigger giantess’s chest.

Maria took a step back. She didn’t like the sound of that… but there was also a thrum of excitement inside of her. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Everything was so easy at this new size! She was confident she could lift entire buildings, crush dozens of people at once under her feet, or squish a couple of people between her breasts, modest as they were in comparison to Emma’s.

“Your final test.” Emma said, bending over to pick up the car before it could try and speed off again. With one fingernail she punched the windshield open, and tore it apart, revealing the contents that she immediately poured out onto her palm. It was a group of tiny people. An older couple, and a much younger man and woman.

A family.

“Squish these people. In any way you like.” Emma said, holding her hand out to Maria who looked down at the tiny people in the other giantess’s hand. It was a family. Much like her own. The one she’d watched go squish under Emma’s sole a year prior. Now she was being asked to… go full circle.

“R… Really?” She was apprehensive. Not enough to not want to do it, but enough to feel awkward about having to. Would her family be looking down at her right now, and waiting for her response with baited breath? Would she give into temptation, and give herself fully over to her new life?

She didn’t know.

“What if… I don’t?” Maria asked, hesitating.

“Then I’ll just crush them myself.” Emma said, bringing her hand closer to her chest and framing the minuscule family between breasts bigger than a house. “And you can go back to being normal, or whatever. After I leave.”

That wasn’t the worst thing she could imagine. Maria had feared a response more along the lines of being shrunk herself and splattered under Emma’s sole. To be given the fate she’d narrowly avoided a year ago. This was going to be a major turning point in her life, and it had been sprung on her so suddenly. It had all been fun and games up until now because of a disconnect between her victims and herself… but a family made it all too real. The younger man and woman looked to be college-aged much like herself and her brother had been, too.

“You’d better move fast.” Emma said, carrying those in her hand down to the ground and dropping them. “If you don’t get all of them then you’ve failed.”

The tiny family wasted no time and ran in every direction. The sudden implication of no longer being able to enjoy herself at her new size overwhelmed Maria and she raised a bare foot into the air. She watched as the younger woman stumbled in the middle of her run, while the rest of the tiny family was still bunched-up together.

With lightning speed Maria slammed her foot down. Her sole claimed three lives in an instant, and their remains splattered in every direction, some of it splashing onto the woman who’d stumbled. With excruciating slowness Maria lifted her bare foot up, showing the grisly remains of the rest of the tiny family to the surviving daughter.

And with that terrifying image, the little woman fainted. Just as Maria had. Something about that seemed strangely poetic, but she wasn’t enough of a philosophy or psychology major to understand how exactly.

“AND SO YOU’VE CRUSHED THE PAST TO MOVE INTO THE FUTURE. HOW DID IT FEEL CRUSHING YOUR OWN FAMILY?!!!!!!!” Emma laughed, placing her hands on her hips while her chest jiggled from her own amusement.

Maria’s heart froze.

Then she raised an eyebrow.

“But… they were white. And I’m-“

“God. Fine. You caught me. I was just trying to scare you.” Emma laughed “But you still have to finish the job. So… you know.” She said, motioning towards the tiny figure lying spread-eagle on the street. Unmoving.

She’d gone this far. She was ready to make this official. Maria was throwing her old life away, and she would lead a new life as a giantess from this point forward. She didn’t know why but she just felt like she could trust Emma. And with that thought she moves her toes over the little woman lying on the floor, and presses down.

The sensation was quick, crunchy, and wet. Moving her bare foot away, Maria smiles at the remains. Physically it felt no different from the dozens of other lives who’d splattered under her foot today. From the many whose remains still adhered to her bloody foot right now. But mentally. Emotionally. It felt… liberating. Pleasant. Enjoyable.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

“Don’t make this weird.” Emma replies.

“Too late.” Maria responded, cracking a smile. The old Maria was gone. Her new, gigantic doppelganger would be what remained. Electric tingles ran over her extremities, and she wanted to get to work crushing more people. But perhaps using more intimate methods this time? Shoving a body or two up inside of her pussy, maybe? Or sitting on a building and-

“Wanna go fuck some more stuff up?”

Maria’s thoughts were cut off in an instant and she nodded enthusiastically. She then followed Emma’s lead, as the pair walked side by side into the downtown area of the city. She was glad to have been properly initiated into her new role as a giantess, but she still had much to learn and she was an eager sponge ready to do so. She hoped Emma would stick around for a long, long time.

Emma was fuming and she didn’t care who knew. If anything she wanted people to know. Wanted everyone fully aware of just how angry she was over the bizarre situation she’d found herself in today. What had begun as an ordinary day had transformed into something that was, by her metrics anyway, a complete disaster. Ignorance truly is bliss and the giantess’s mood had soured when she happened upon a billboard. One set up clear as day at the entrance to a town she was visiting for the first time today.

It showed a number of scantily clad men and women celebrating. An enormous party being held by some of the more affluent citizens. One that, though it sounded like it would be populated exclusively by the stuffy upper crust of society, was nonetheless advertised with all the enthusiasm one might expect from the sort of party 80’s comedies were made about.

And, most importantly, she hadn’t been invited.

Disappointment had gripped her heart initially. They had to have known she was in the area and would have gladly stopped by if she knew about the party! But still she hadn’t heard word one from anybody. No messengers. No e-mail. Not even a formal letter in skywriting! Nothing! It was like she didn’t exist!

And she certainly wasn’t going to stand for that. She resolved then and there to show up uninvited… but also didn’t want her obvious bitterness to be apparent to all. She couldn’t just show up alone. What kind of huge loser didn’t make use of the obvious, implied +1! No, she needed to bring someone along. The hosts needed to know that by failing to invite Emma they’d lost the opportunity to have not just one, but two giantesses party with them!

That plan… hadn’t exactly gone well either. Sammy was busy with… something. That girl was basically impossible to get ahold of during normal circumstances so she was a no go. Alexis, similarly, was mourning the closure of the happiest place on earth due to some sort of ongoing illness situation the tiny people below had to deal with. Lucy was busy, but promised to show up next time. Mae demanded Emma erase her number from her phone. Jill was busy marathoning every Gamera movie, and all Ai did was trick her with a simple “losersayswhat” joke!

Emma had to dig deep in her contacts list for someone to bring along. Lilith wasn’t answering. Probably because of the lingering effects of their last get-together. Or because the sun was out. She could never tell. Natalie was currently floating in space or whatever other absurd situation she would get herself into. More and more names were scrolled past until Emma hit the very last one.

Helena. The two had met roughly a year ago in Florida, a state the other giantess seemed all-too-eager to crush under her feet casually. Emma had commented on the giantess’s striking blue hair, but they didn’t appear to have much in common. They’d done little more than share a conversation, while Helena offered various tips on ways to have fun with tiny people. Tips that weren’t particularly helpful as the majority of them revolved around causing destruction with her enormous dick. But at least it had been fun to toss tiny bodies at the other giantess while Helena attempted to hit them in midair like a baseball bat.

There wasn’t many other options, and Emma hadn’t even hung out with Helena properly since then but there weren’t many other options left! Thankfully the other giantess seemed enthused to join in, especially convenient since, much to Emma’s surprise, she was already in Florida! It had taken less than an hour for the second giantess to arrive, and the pair had taken to strolling through town together, ready to pay a visit to such inconsiderate tinies.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE IT IS?!” Helena shouted, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “Why would you even invite me-“

“I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EASY TO FIND!” Emma shouted back before folding her arms under her chest and looking away. She was annoyed with how annoyed the other giantess was! That’s so many layers of annoyance! When it came to interacting outside of tiny-themed destruction she and Helena didn’t share a whole lot in common.

“Why don’t you just ask?!”

Emma bit her bottom lip. She’d thought of that, but hadn’t wanted Helena to get mad. She’d hoped she could find it on her own if she just walked around a bit more… but that clearly wasn’t happening. The bottoms of both giantess’s feet were now covered in debris and people alike as they idly walked around a bustling city trying to find a specific party.

“FINE! I’LL ASK!” Emma shouted, looking around her feet. There had to be someone nearby who could give her the information she wanted. Interrogation came fairly easily to her, as it did to all giantesses. If they weren’t eager to spill the beans then she could be very convincing.

She pictured herself looming over a tiny man right now, arms folded under her impressive bust. Sneering at the little thing, and demanding she give him the location of the party. She’d tap her foot idly, giving him quick glances of the bottom of her soles and what would happen to any little people who wind up underneath them. They would stutter and sputter and try to find the words, when Helena would inevitably walk behind the man, and crouch over him. The telltale bulge in her swimsuit bottoms would show how excited she was to get to working him over if he didn’t give them the information they wanted.

He would crack. And then… And then she and Helena would probably fight over who gets to crush him. And then he might escape in the process! Shit! Even in her dream sequences things weren’t going right!

“Found it.”

“What?” Emma asked, looking at the other giantess who was now pointing. Following the finger she spotted a procession of stretch limousines moving in tandem into the city. That seemed like pretty solid evidence, but…

“What if that’s a funeral?” She asked.

“Those aren’t funeral cars, cum brain! They’re limos!” Helena said, rolling her eyes. “Now come on!” She added, grabbing Emma by the wrist and pulling her along.

Emma expected the pair to just get behind the limos and start following, but Helena had another idea entirely in mind. She moved over the cars, and went out of her way to begin stepping on them. Panicked drivers turned tail and tried to escape when they saw a bare foot in the rear view mirror begin to rise and claim others in their procession. They had assumed they wouldn’t have been attacked or noticed, but when those big toes began to claim their fellow drivers they finally broke rank.

It didn’t do much, considering just how big Emma and Helena stood. The cars swerved and spun out but one by one as Helena’s feet continued pounding them, leaving behind flattened vehicles with thin red puddles spreading out underneath.

“Leave some for me!” Emma said, shoving Helena out of the way to crush the final car. Unfortunately in the process she wound up knocking the other giantess off balance, and in her attempt to right herself she slammed her toes directly onto the final vehicle. Emma frowned deeply at what had just played out.

“Thanks.” Helena said, smiling smugly.

Emma didn’t think her frown could deepen any further but she found a way.

“Now come on. We know which direction they were going and we know it’s by the ocean so it should be really easy to find now.”

It took only a few minutes for the party to come into view after that. There had to be nearly a hundred tiny bodies hanging around an absurdly elegant building sitting at the water’s edge. It was a fantasy resort getaway that must have cost hundreds, if not thousands to spend even a single night at! Why would they have so many pools if the ocean was right there! Who cares if the pools were filled with water so sparkling it put the ocean itself to shame? Water is water!

“Are you ready?” Helena asked, smiling confidently as she strolled up to the outside wall surrounding the resort and peered down at the people below. Dozens of wealthy socialites hadn’t expected the sudden appearance of a giantess, and had no idea what to do now. The fact that a second one strolled up seconds later wasn’t making things much easier for them.

“Of course.” Emma said, thrusting her chest forward and planting her hands on her hips. “HELLO, LITTLE PEOPLE! MY NAME IS EMMA, AND MY FRIEND HERE IS HELENA. AND WE’RE BOTH VERY DISAPPOINTED THAT YOU DIDN’T INVITE US TO YOUR-“

Helena didn’t waste as much time. She was bored halfway through Emma’s declaration and raised a bare foot out of the sand high into the air, and slammed it onto the outer wall of the resort. Though constructed from brick and standing at least a dozen feet high it failed to stand for even a second against the giantess’s powerful stomp, leaving her toes resting inside of the resort’s walls while her heel was stuck outside.

“God DAMMIT!” Emma shouted, stamping her foot in the sand in frustration. “I wanted to give a good entrance, and you had to-“

“I thought you wanted to squish these guys?” Helena asked, tilting her head curiously at Emma’s sudden objection.

“I… well, yes, but you’re supposed to build up to that point! Really make it feel worth it when it finally hits! You can’t just stroll right in and start-”

“BORING!” Helena objected, grabbing her swimsuit top and pulling it off over her head. Barely a second passed before she was pulling the bottoms down to reveal her eager cock. She sighed in comfort as the weighty thing flopped free of its fabric confines and swinging silently in the air as her bottoms pooled around her ankles.

The tiny people below began to scream in terror and run in every direction.

“Oh you wanna go faster, do you? Well then fuck it. I’m gonna show you and EVERYBODY here who’s the better tiny fucker-arounder.” Emma shouted, reaching her behind her back to unclasp the far-too-tight bikini top she was wearing and freeing her massive breasts. The bottoms came off a second later, leaving her just as naked as the other giantess.

With that the tanned giantess stepped over the walls first. Helena followed a second later, leaving both standing inside amongst the people panicking even more than they had been a moment prior. Some were still trapped in pools and desperately tried swimming away. Others moved to hide inside of the resort itself to hide. And the most foolish among them just stood in place, staring up at the giant pair in awe of their incredible stature.

“EVERYBODY STOP RUNNING!” Emma shouted, bending over ever so slightly. Her gigantic breasts hung down low from her chest as she addressed the numerous people, happy to have immediately caught their attention. “We’re not here to take revenge on you. Quite the contrary. We’re just here to have fun, isn’t that right?”

Helena raised an eyebrow, but a quick not-at-all subtle nod from Emma lead her to taking the hint and nodding solemnly.

“So since we weren’t invited we just want you to help us feel welcome. And, in exchange, you will get to hang out with a couple of gen-u-ine giantesses. Isn’t that the fuckin’ coolest?!”

The crowd didn’t respond.

“SHE SAID ISN’T THAT COOL?” Helena narrowing her eyes as she bent over so the people below could get a better angle on her.

This time they responded with cheers and whoops and the like. The younger giantess smiled at how she was able to get the appropriate reaction while Emma could only scowl. As far as she was concerned this had just become a competition. The winner would be determined by whoever came up with the most fun way to torment the tiny people around them!

“Now what is there to do around here?” Emma asked, taking stock of exactly what the resort looked like with all of the people standing still. The first place that caught her attention was a pool that seemed to be floating on the edge of the roof without spilling! It was below knee height to either giantess, but it gave her an idea.

“Hey, Helena. Have you ever heard of Marco Polo?”

“Italian explorer. Exaggerated his stories of his visits to the orient, and-“

Emma slapped the other giantess on the back of the head.

“No! The game with the- just… just come over here.” She said, walking over to the rooftop pool while dozens of stunned eyes watched the proceedings from below. Helena followed dutifully until both giantesses were standing over this specific building on opposite sides. The people who had been swimming in this pool were immediately terrified to be the center of the giant pair’s attention, but they could only watch and wait to see what would happen. One thing was certain. Acting out in an attempt to get away would likely not end well for any of them.

“Alright, listen up you fuckin’… stupid.” Emma said, feeling quite smug with her excellently delivered insult. “I’ve got a great idea for a party game that’s fun for everyone! All you gotta do is close your eyes and try to find our little friends in the pool here. You say Marco. They say Polo. And you tag them without ever seeing them!”

“Is that what they thought was fun in the 70’s?” Helena asked, rolling her eyes. “But whatever, I guess it might be cool.”

With that proclamation she cracked her knuckles, then moved right up to the rooftop pool. The people swimming inside waited for her to move her hand over them, but instead she crouched to bring her eager cock roof level. Exhaling softly when the hot, eager tipped dipped inside of the cool water she gracefully slid her hips forward until her full length was resting in the pool. All of the swimmers looked at the pool’s new occupant nervously.

“MARCO!” Helena shouted.

A small chorus of, “Polo!” shouts came up in response, and the effect was nearly immediate. As tiny swimmers began trying to move away from the gigantic cock that had already raised the level of the pool by a significant degree they inadvertently provided her just a bit of stimulation in the process.

Almost no time passed between her initial dip and when blood rushed to her excited organ. While the wide pool was able to accommodate her easily the length was proving to be quite dangerous as she sought some of the people out. Tiny bodies moved in every direction to try and get away but their movements weren’t exactly subtle. And she was hungry to squish them. To crush them against her eager cock, and feel them flatten against her. Her breathing turned heavy when her cock grazed a tiny woman trying to get away, and she pushed forward to trap her.

It was at that moment that her cock claimed its first victim of the party. Her enthusiastic thrust forward squeezed the woman she’d been aiming for just out of the way, and unfortunately smashing a tiny man’s body into the hard outer edge of the pool. For a split second the reactions of all the other swimmers were all over the place. Some took this as an opportunity to escape, thankful they hadn’t been the poor, unlucky soul trapped between the pool’s edge and the head of Helena’s cock. Others tried calling up to the giantess, in the hopes that this wasn’t part of the game, and she would release the swimmer if noticed. The bravest, or perhaps the most foolish swam closer to attempt to mount a rescue from the gigantic cock that threatened to crush the man.

The man himself could not believe the situation he’d found himself in and tried to pull the cock away. Other people had taken to ramming her cock in the hopes that they would nudge it away. In hindsight they’d have all found it obvious that their struggles were having the opposite effect, but in the moment they saw no other options. Helena herself could only groan in satisfaction far above, her rumbling voice making the water ripple as her cock grew even more. Longer. Thicker. It took up more of the limited space in the pool, leading the giantess to bite her lip in anticipation of a rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Let him go!”

“Stop!”

“You’re going to crush him!”

Helena felt so powerful at that moment. Her obvious dominance combined with the multiple tiny bodies pleading for mercy were escorting her to the edge of climax. And for the tiny pinned man that meant the meaty cock keeping him locked into place was pushing even harder as Helena’s erection was strode to take up even more of the limited pool space.

A pained wail came from the man for a split second before his body gave out. His cries for mercy were silenced with a sickening CRUNCH, when Helena’s cock pushed just a bit too far forward. She never even saw his face, but she certainly felt him as he splattered against the wall for a split second. But even that lasted for only a moment before the walls of the pool itself cracked and splintered from the enthusiasm behind Helena’s massive cock.

The giantess exhaled softly, obviously enjoying how easily she’d snuffed a life. She cracked her eyes open to look at the remains, and realized she never got a look at her puny victim. Even now the aftermath was little more than a mangled body turning the water around his crushed form a faded pink color.

But the bodies inside of the pool had gotten front row seats to the entire thing. They’d seen enough to last them a lifetime and as the blood-tinged water from the scene of the man’s demise spread closer to them they broke into a panic. Escaping a pool was hard when nearly half of it was occupied by the world’s biggest cock, but they did the best they could. Some pushed against it on their way out. Others tried swimming underneath when the ladders nearest them were too occupied to try and climb. While a small handful of the swimmers just wanted to try and place a hand on the giantess, figuring it would be rare to get another opportunity.

One woman who managed to climb out of the pool did exactly that. She looked up and saw Helena’s face past her breasts. The pleasure was obvious on the giantess’s face and, much to her surprise, the pair locked eyes. Helena’s need-filled expression lead to the woman in front of her cock’s head watching the big thing bob hungrily. Fresh waves were sent in every direction, making escape ever more difficult for those inside while the woman watched it all in wonder.

The combination of the woman’s burning curiosity and Helena’s teetering on the edge of an explosive climax coalesced when the smaller woman reached a hand forward. She licked her lips while cautiously pressing her fingers into the head of Helena’s girl-cock. Just the sensation of those tiny fingers brushing the giantess’s cock, subtle as they were, would be enough.

Helena’s teeth clenched, and she slammed her hips forward. The edge of the roof cracked, sending floods of water rushing out of the pool and onto the partygoers far below. More importantly the feather-light touch triggered Helena’s climax, transforming the cock from sexual organ into a weapon of mass destruction. Behaving more like a cannon than anything else, an enormous, thick amount of heady cum sent the woman who’d triggered it flying back so far she fell straight off the roof. A second blast followed a moment later, spreading more milky cum all over the roof and dripping down the side of the building.

It was far from the biggest or most powerful orgasm Helena had ever experienced, but her position made it one of the most dangerous. With water steadily draining out of the pool it quickly found itself being filled with hot cum as it continued to flow freely from the giantess’s tip. It wasn’t long before the people who’d managed to avoid falling out entirely were now swimming in the giantess’s cloudy, strongly-scented ejaculate. Screams of terror rose from Helena’s waist as those trapped inside could only watch when the cum pool quickly began to overflow and spread even more over the roof.

“Jesus.”

Helena opened one eye and smiled, proud with herself before gradually standing up straight again. As she did so her softening cock dragged back through the pool, bringing a couple of stragglers with it but thankfully without an erection it was only enough to batter them about and not snuff the life out of them.

“What’d you think of THAT?” Helena said, shaking any loose droplets hanging from her cock before standing with her hands on her hips.

“It was fine, but you ruined the rooftop pool! I was hoping to go for a swim later, or something!”

“Really, Emma? What makes you think you could fit in that thing? It was probably smaller than one of your stupid tits. I mean… ugh. Whatever.” Helena protested, folding her arms under her chest in resignation. Though she was proud of all she’d managed to do so effortlessly she had caused quite a bit of damage to the structure overall with that pleasurable experience. More importantly, she looked at all the people still running around the rooftop not sure what to do now. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed her flaccid cock and pumped it a few times to prepare for a second round, which was enough to bring her cock back up to attention.

“MY TURN NOW!” Emma shouted proudly, drawing her attention to the people at ground level down below. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked up at her in unison as she regarded them all like the pitiful little things they were before her. They were hers to do with as she pleased and it would take quite a few of them to please her!

But first…

“WHAT IS THERE TO DRINK AROUND HERE?!” Emma shouted, raising one foot and stamping it onto the ground to emphasize her point. A brief outburst of terrified screams followed, before all of the people present pointed in the same direction. A table filled to the brim with decorations and snacks for the eager partygoers, most notably a dozen or so gleaming silver kegs stacked around to make sure there was ample opportunity for the partygoers to get thoroughly sloshed.

“Seriously? That’s way too much alcohol for you little people!” Helena protested, naturally offended at such a large amount of the stuff being wasted on the little people. “What could you possibly have to party so much about?”

Emma had already walked over to the table and collected one of the metal canisters. Wasting no time she used her powerful teeth to bite off the top of one of the barrels. There was a small bit of discomfort as well as a metallic aftertaste from doing so, but she succeeded in letting loose a flood of amber-colored liquid directly into her mouth.

She didn’t like it. Her eyes went wide almost immediately and a lump traveled up her throat for a split second before she forced it back down. She was just trying to prove she was cooler than the other giantess! Why had she made it look like she drank regularly when this was her first time?! She’d made such a big deal about this she was not going to back down. She had to finish this! At least one!

“You having trouble there?”

Emma swallowed so awkwardly she felt a slight burning in her chest after. The taunt had galvanized her, and she would not stop with just one. Tossing the keg aside she smiled confidently at the other giantess.

“NO!” She announced, picking up a second one and repeating the act, gagging and all.

Helena had planned on having a couple herself… but was more interested in watching Emma clearly go in over her head. There was no reason for her to keep up this charade, but the dusky giantess was clearly more concerned with keeping up appearances in front of the crowds than she was with her own well-being.

A third keg was popped open. That time Emma managed to avoid gagging. The fourth one wasn’t a keg at all, but was instead a couple she’d picked up and popped into her mouth, swallowing them to help put her gurgling stomach at ease. The fifth one was messy, as a large amount of the liquid spilled out of her mouth as it was clear she was having trouble keeping it all down. The sixth was a young woman who began screaming bloody murder for all of a second before Emma had shoved her inside of her mouth and swallowed noisily. The seventh she wasn’t even able to down in one go, having to stop multiple times to finish it off. When it was time for the eighth she’d resolved to eating more people in-between kegs in an effort to ease the discomfort in her belly to any notable degree. She wasn’t even sure what number she was on anymore when she’d picked up yet another keg, and simply let it slip from her fingers entirely.

The metal barrel rolled down the slope of her breasts crashing into the crowds below with a golden explosion. This was followed almost immediately after by several more gags, before Emma finally let loose a not-at-all ladylike burp from the deepest parts of her chest.

“You doing alright?” Helena asked, smiling smugly as she folded her arms under her chest. “You can handle your alcohol… right?”

“I…” Emma said, closing her eyes for several seconds as she was finding it difficult to stand straight. Her incredible size gave her little in the way of finding a solid anchor point to tether her vision to… while the colossal breasts resting atop her chest threw off a natural sense of balance that she was, under normal circumstances, constantly correcting.

“Aw, is the little people’s stuff too much for Emma? Hmm?” Helena asked, smiling as she picked up one of the kegs to look over herself. Truth be told she wasn’t much of an avid drinker, but she was fairly certain it would take more than the literal handful Emma had imbibed to get her buzzed.

“I’m…” Emma said, smiling lazily before standing up straight. “There’s nothing wrong, Helena. I appreciate your concerns, but I am fine.” She suddenly said very solemnly, before hiccupping.

“Oh. Well if you’re sure-“

“LET’S PLAY MUSICAL CHAIRS!”

With that announcement Emma shoved the other giantess over, knocking Helena clear off her feet so she fell right next to the untouched resort building. The people inside gasped in terror, before exhaling when the giantess landed harmlessly next to them and spared the building. Before Helena could even retaliate she had to stop and laugh to herself as Emma was already shaking her hips over the crowds gathered in one of the pools below.

“Thissss close enough to a shhair, right?” Emma asked, gyrating and making her gigantic ass cheeks bounce wildly in the process. “STOP THE MUSHIC!” She shouted.

Whoever was in charge did exactly that. And with the music having stopped and standing over what she figured would be the closest thing to a chair Emma sat down. Her ass had no qualms about the logistics of what she was doing. The pool wasn’t even as big as the hefty thing, and all of the people inside could see that they were doomed as soon as she’d intentionally fallen.

For the crowds below the mood had changed considerably in the blink of an eye. Some had watched Emma’s ass above them, mesmerized at the sheer size of it even in comparison to the outrageously curvy giantess it was attached to. They occasionally caught glimpses between her legs as she moved around, and some had even begun to cheer at the show she was putting on.

Most weren’t. Most realized the danger they were in, and fought one another to escape. None could do so, as gravity pulled the giantess down so quickly that they would have had to move dozens of times faster than was humanly possible to have a chance.

Emma’s gigantic backside came closer to the pool like a planetary object heading straight for Earth. The twin, brown moons were all-too-eager to make contact with the tiny people far below, and they swore they could hear the giantess giggle enthusiastically at the destruction her backside was about to inflict. The question of whether it was because she reveled in the destruction her size allowed so naturally or simply because she was drunk would be the last thing they would ever wonder.

Emma’s ass hit the pool with all the force of an exploding bomb. Water exploded out through the small bits that her ass didn’t cover, but the vast majority of the pool was struck and the bodies inside were pulped instantly. There was a gasp of surprise from the giantess as she felt the bodies resist her ass for a split second before they were all flattened in unison. Then she simply shrugged her shoulders, finding the whole thing funny. Oh well!

But simply landing wasn’t the end of it. After a second of Emma’s massive weight resting on the pool and the numerous crushed bodies the pool itself buckled under her incredible weight. Great cracks spread through every direction a second later sending pink-tinged water flowing through them. Anyone standing near the pool who’d been lucky enough to avoid being crushed by Emma’s eager ass ran away even more quickly.

“Oh… oh no.” Emma said, looking down between her legs. She couldn’t actually see anything with her tits in the way, but she could definitely feel something. The powerful jets of water slamming directly between her legs combined with the struggles of an unknown swimmer who’d avoided being crushed only to be pinned underwater by an ass bigger than his entire home. The giantess felt as if she should be embarrassed, but wrote this all off as just a fluke. Nothing to worry about! The next round would go more smoothly!

She tried to stand up. But couldn’t. Had her skin been any lighter it would have been exceedingly obvious that she was blushing in humiliation as she was stuck in a position she normally never took. And while she could get up and out of this hole she’d carved for herself by rolling over, she also knew that doing so would lead to almost the entire party being crushed under her enormous body.

“Oh… oh no.” She sadly whispered.

“Need some help?”

Emma’s eyes lit up almost immediately and she nodded enthusiastically. Helena rolled her eyes as she walked up to the other giantess and extended a hand. Though Emma was heavier than expected she eventually managed to pull the giantess free and even prevented her from falling over as she stood back shakily.

“Thank.” Emma said, placing both hands on Helena’s shoulders. “You’re… you’re good. I jush wan you to kn-“ She began, before drifting off.

“Right.” Helena said, rolling her eyes and moving Emma’s hands away. “You’re drunk, and that’s fine. It’s just something you’ll have to compensate for. This party’s just getting started, right?” She asked, shaking her friend’s shoulders and making the other giantess’s head wobble as if it weren’t properly attached.

“SHTOP-” Emma protested, backing away and looking rather queasy. For a moment she stood there and took deep breaths, while Helena looked on in concern. She wondered if maybe she’d made a mistake letting Emma get so drunk like that. Maybe she could take the other giantess to the beach, and let her lie down for a few minutes. Plus it would give her plenty of time to return to the party after, and take revenge-

“LET’SHHH DANCE! TURN THA MUSIC BAK-ON!” Emma proclaimed. Once again the music came back on as she began to wiggle, gyrate, and spin her body around in a most undignified manner.

Helena had to stifle a laugh.

“HEY!” Emma shouted, standing up straight and bringing her face so close to Helena their noses were practically touching. “You… you’re not party- good. NOW DANSH!” She added, shoving the other giantess again, though not with enough force to knock her down this time.

And Helena did exactly that. She wasn’t particularly skilled at it, but at least she wasn’t making a great fool of herself the way Emma was. It was more of a simple gyration and stepping number, while the other giantess stomped kicked headbanged and swirled to a tune that in no way matched her intensity.

For the final partygoers it was as if the apocalypse had visited them. Giant feet lifted and slammed into the ground on either side from the giantesses as they turned the resort into a makeshift dance floor. It wasn’t long before bodies started finding their way under feet, but not a single one of the party-goers knew how to respond.

Emma’s movements were wild, and unpredictable. She seemed to give no mind to the world suffering beneath her, making it so trying to get past her to escape was a death wish. One that wasn’t even guaranteed to bring about a quick demise should you fail, as one young woman discovered when she was crushed from the knees down by Emma’s big toe. She’d screamed in terror and was wracked with pain for several moments, before another of Emma’s random footfalls came down upon her, finishing the job and turning her into yet another smear adorning her warm sole.

But Helena wasn’t any better. While she kept her distance to avoid being inadvertently struck by the wildly thrashing Emma, she was actually watching the people beneath her. She made a game of stepping on anyone who got too close, and it wasn’t long before she’d scored a half-dozen kills of her own.

A young man broke free from the crowd and ran after Helena. He was careful to time his movements and watched as her bare foot slammed into the earth nearby. He watched in terror as her foot raised, raining debris onto the heads of anyone nearby and leaving a pristine footprint with a red stain embedded inside in the process. But more importantly, he figured that if he could slip between footsteps he would deftly evade Helena’s murderous feet.

He made a run for it. And when he did so he learned all too quickly that Helena wasn’t some sort of logic-based puzzle that could easily be outwitted. When he tried to run past her immediately after she stepped down she merely smirked, and slid her toes forward. She caught the tiny man between her big and second toe, and raised her foot to wave them about while watching his terrified squeaks.

She waved down at him, though he never even looked up at her he was so scared. Then with a casual clench she pressed her warm toes together, pulping the little man’s body and sending guts and viscera alike spraying in every direction away from her foot.

The man’s girlfriend had been watching the whole time, and planned to move after he did so. He watched as those big, pretty toes squeezed the life out of her love and was very nearly sprayed with some of his insides in the process. Wracked with terror she decided to take her chances with the opposite route, and ran through the completely random pounding of the bustier giantess’s feet.

She made good progress at first, though it wasn’t exactly pleasant. She felt as if she aged ten years in five seconds as her heart froze up with every single pounding footstep. She watched as a man who had taken the same chance she did was unlucky enough to find his upper body cracked in an instant under Emma’s heel, before it lifted away. She briefly considered trying to rescue him as he was still gurgling after being struck, but she knew he would not survive much longer anyway.

Sadly, the same could be said for her as well. Only moments after abandoning the half-crushed man she squeaked in terror when Emma’s toes came down, finishing the job on him. Then the giantess pivoted her entire body on her heel, raising her smooth sole directly overhead and casting the tiny woman in shadow. A split-second later and it came down with crushing finality, flattening her while still standing in one smooth movement.

And it was that woman’s body that made the bottom of Emma’s foot just slick enough to throw her off balance. The combination of her slipperiness, the water that had splashed everywhere during herself and Helena’s impromptu dance number, and the fact she was still drunk out of her mind combined to assault her center of balance and send her collapsing onto the ground.

Helena couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ha ha.” Emma said, groaning as she felt a couple tiny wriggles under her chest. She groaned, and tried to pull herself up, but instead felt a tremendous weight settle onto her back, splattering the couple who’d found themselves pinned under her nipples after she’d fallen.

“No you don’t.” Helena said, keeping Emma locked in position with her foot on the other giantess’s back. “You’re being stupid as fuck right now, so you should just stay there, and rest.”

“But Helenaaaaaaaaaaa.” The other giantess whined.

“Just shut the fuck up and lie down for a minute.”

“But… I had a… a really fffun idea I wanted to shry out.” Emma pouted.

“What? Were you going to suggest we throw people out into the ocean? Skip them like rocks?” Helena suggested, smiling fondly at her own suggestion.

“No… thatsh… shtupid. Thish ish… a lo’more… inappropes. Come closher and I’ll tell.”

“Fine.” Helena relented, stepping off of Emma’s back and making sure to squish a few stragglers with her toes in the process. She then crouched in front of Emma, leaving her cock hanging down directly in the other giantess’s field of view in the process. “What’s your idea?”

Hours passed. All of the outside partygoers had long been crushed, converting the outside of the resort into a footprint-laden wasteland with red splotches everywhere. The few who had been spared the festivities up until that point were quickly dispatched of with Helena’s feet before they went quiet again, and even more were erased when she walked around to the front and crushed every single vehicle in the parking lot in a minute flat. The lights in the resort were still on, when Emma finally rose from her lying position.

There were a small handful of people still hiding inside the undamaged resort building. They were waiting until the giantesses left, assuming that if they hadn’t destroyed the building by now they must be keeping it safe for some reason. So far their gambit had proven to be true, but they still watched the pair outside with great caution. Any minute now one of them could decide to attack the building they’d spared up to this point and put them all in danger.

One couple was through with all of the caution from the rest of the attendees and decided they were ready to have some fun now. They quietly snuck up to the rooftop suite while holding hands. They hadn’t paid for the room, but nobody cared with all of the other things going on at the moment. They ran their hands all over each other’s bodies as they dropped onto the bed and enjoyed the moonlight streaming through the skylight above. Though the faint smell of cum still hung in the air it was finally being overpowered by the salty air of the sea, making for an incredibly romantic scene.

The couple were, in a word, beautiful. The man was sturdily built, rippling with muscles and laying claim to a physique that would get him many starring movie roles if he ever decided to pursue such a career path. The woman was similar, as a life spent in luxury had allowed her such a worry-free lifestyle she could spend all of her time working on herself, which she so clearly did.

It was the sort of scene that sleazy pornographers would wish they had cameras at the ready for. Sadly the only one watching as they made their way under the covers was one of Emma’s big eyes from outside of the building. She waited until they were both on the bed, before waving an arm over her head and signaling the other giantess closer.

The rooftop suite rumbled, but the couple didn’t mind. They’d spent the past couple of hours sensing those, and didn’t think anything else was going to come of it at this point. However once the telltale sound of cracking glass filtered into the room the woman looked to the side to see if they should be concerned.

And the only thing she saw was Helena’s cock pressing into the window. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up, and saw the rest of the giantess’s body stretching high overhead and looming over the open rooftop as she clutched it to avoid falling over from the awkward position she needed to take to thrust her cock into their room.

A quick glance to the opposite window for a way out flitted through her mind, but the only thing she saw was the glasses-clad face of the darker-skinned giantess, who was watching the proceedings eagerly.

“GO!”

At that moment Helena thrust her hips forward, crashing through the glass pane in the blink of an eye. The couple on the bed panicked and tried to move but it was far too late to do anything. They could only wail in terror as the giantess’s eager cock fucked their entire rooftop suite, squishing the bed and sending the two bodies on top of it tumbling around as she made love to the room itself.

It didn’t feel particularly good, in Helena’s opinion. She didn’t think it would, but Emma had been so thoroughly convinced after, in her own words, “Seeing SO many pictures of a blue bird and a fox do it on the internet.”

So Helena set about things differently. She closed her eyes and focused on the two warm, squishy bodies inside of the room for her pleasure. She made a concerted effort to run her dick over at least one of the two bodies with every thrust, along with occasionally pressing into the bed itself to hear the destruction she caused with little more than a casual rocking of her hips. Her breasts bounced atop her chest as she bit her bottom lip while building towards another orgasm.

“STOP!”

Helena heard that. It wasn’t Emma. It wasn’t the woman inside of the room. It had to be the man. Not that it mattered, but she was just glad to have found one of the tiny bodies to rub against. She didn’t care who it belonged to, but was silently thankful that it was the man who had to bear the brunt of her advancing cock. She just wanted to see what the little woman looked like when blasted with egregious amounts of cum, after all. So she swiveled her hips from side to side, battering both of the tiny bodies around before focusing in on the sounds of the man again.

And when she sensed him, she smiled. And thrust her cock forward, smearing the tiny man’s body against her eager length to the terrified screams of the woman who’d been sharing a bed with him a second prior. This was always her favorite part of being a giantess. Inflicting so much terror on a personal level to anyone who found themselves unfortunate enough to be in her path.

She could only hope that the woman appreciated what was coming.

“FUCK!” Helena shouted, as a powerful orgasm rocked her entire body. In the blink of an eye an explosion of sticky white cum rocketed out the tip of her cock, slamming into the glass at the opposite end of the room and cracking it. The woman who’d been spared so far was immediately overwhelmed when the tidal wave of hot seed began to fill the room and fought for her life against it as proved to be quite a bit heavier and thicker than water.

“NICE!” Emma shouted, having seen the whole thing play out from her side. “Though… now that you shprayed the window I can’t see. Maybe if I -“

“DON’T-” Helena protested. She tried to stop what she knew was coming, but even if she fell backwards it wouldn’t have prevented the disaster about to take place.

The entire scene seemed to play out in slow motion as Emma tapped the glass pane on her side a few times to clean it off, while also cracking it quite a bit more. In the same instant a second shot of cum exploded from the tip of Helena’s cock. With the window weakened considerably this proved to be enough to shatter it, spraying Emma almost instantaneously with the other giantess’s boiling seed.

“AHHH! FUCK! IT BURNS!” Emma cried as she clutched her face with both hands.

“Shut the fuck up.” Helena said, feeling a third, fourth, and fifth surge from her cock. She had inadvertently rested her cock onto the woman in the process, burying her under the steadily piling pool of cum in the room that didn’t seem to be draining quickly enough to save her.

“Oh, fine.” Emma said, taking her glasses off. “You’re lucky you didn’t get me in the eye, or I’d rip that thing off.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Helena said, enjoying the tiny struggles under her cock as the woman’s gradually slowed to a complete stop. The shots of cum had since stopped, turning into more of a small dribble that was in the process of soaking into absolutely everything inside of the rooftop suite.

“It’s not called trying if I’d be able to do it easily.” Emma scoffed, flicking her glasses to try and remove some of the excess cum.

“Big talk from a literal cumbrain.” Helena smirked, standing back to her feet and shaking the loose droplets from her cock away.

“What did you just call me?”

“Cumbra-“

Emma launched herself at the other giantess. She was, unfortunately, still rather drunk and her attempt to lunge turned into more of an awkward stumble. With her balance lost she fell onto the resort itself, finally crushing it and sending the large number of people inside fleeing in every direction. She scowled and reached down to pick one up in a nice white outfit, before Helena grabbed her wrist.

“No!” the other giantess said. “That guy looks like he works here. It’s not his fault you weren’t invited.”

Emma looked down to the man she had almost grabbed, before becoming deeply embarrassed.

“You’re right.” Emma said, instead reaching for a woman in a bikini. She popped the tiny body into her mouth, and swallowed her instantly before climbing out of the wreckage. “So you wanna see who else was hiding out inside?”

“That’s the first good idea you’ve had all day.” Helena said, kicking at one of the resort’s barely-standing walls herself to really pile on the terror. The sun may have set but both of the giantesses were clearly ready for a second wave on the party-goers, and if there was enough time afterward to pay a visit to the rest of the city, well, Helena knew of a few densely-populated places that she’d been meaning to hit.

“Alright. I think it’s all ready!” Emma said, smiling widely as she checked the screen before her. It had taken a couple of days of set up and a half-dozen discussions with lawyers about the… legality of what she was planning on doing, but it had all paid off! It may have been four in the morning but she was sure that it was all good already. Two tiers. $1 and $5. It shouldn’t have taken her this long to do it in the first place anyway! Or maybe she was just getting a little grumpy since it was so late...

Shrugging, she shrugged her shoulders, and hit the button labeled SUBMIT. The next several days proved to be the most agonizing waits of her life. Her page was approved almost immediately but that was only the first step. Next she had to wait a full extra week for the goods to arrive! She was glad to have easily attained several dozen volunteers for the work that would need to be done, but then there would be time spent actually doing the work. Then-

“UGH!” She shouted, stepping away from the computer. Waiting was always the worst part of anything. Why couldn’t they just invent time travel already?! She refreshed the page she had set up for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Sure, she was satisfied with the large number of subscribers she had already attained, but that was the easy step. Looking down she smiled at her massive breasts and cupped them as best she could in her woefully inadequate hands, happy that the stupid things had paid off handsomely in this latest opportunity.

Then the doorbell rang.

Leaping from the chair Emma ran to the front door and was ecstatic to see a brown van drive away. Directly outside of the front door was a modestly sized cardboard box just waiting to be torn open! It had finally arrived! She could now get a head start on her latest and greatest career move…

Content creator! The box was excitedly carried back to her desk where a litany of cameras and microphones had been set up. They were all focused on the rather small amount of free space on her desk that wasn’t be consumed by her breasts resting onto the surface and her glowing computer equipment. She was ready to make her mark on the world and the rest of the internet as a whole. And the first item on the list was… an unboxing video!


ENTRY 1
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Thanks for subscribing!

First things first I have to stop and say a big hardy thank you to everybody who’s subscribed to my Faketreon page. It means the world to me and I’m glad that so many of you have decided to show your support for my endeavors.

All of you at the $5 tier are the real winners here, obviously. But it seems like SOME of my fans will do anything to save a couple of bucks. I get it, of course. I’m not made of money either, and the promise of getting to participate in the making of the content instead of just watching it from behind a computer screen has to be enticing. That’s why all of you reading this now are my favorite fans. You’ve all put in the extra $4 to show your Goddess how much you really care. Is it weird if I refer to myself a Goddess? Whatever. I’ll roll with it.

So in this first clip your wonderful Goddess has received a package. What could it be? Well I’ve got a good feeling I know exactly what it is but I think all of the viewers will be pleasantly surprised. I have, after all, been eagerly awaiting a visit from some of my $1 subscribers but they just haven’t arrived yet! Unless… no. You don’t think? Could they be… inside of this very box?

As you can probably tell, I’m a big girl. Eight and a half feet tall under normal circumstances which puts me head and shoulders over just about every single dweeb I’ve ever encountered out there in the real world. And that my big ol’ boobs can crack a normal man’s spine if I drop them carelessly enough. So this box that I’m sure was so big and heavy for the weakling of a postal worker that had to carry it all the way up to my door is pathetically easy for me to manipulate. My big, strong fingers easily rip through the heavy-duty cardboard like it’s little more than tissue paper to reveal the treasures hidden away inside.

It’s my fans! Dozens upon dozens of them! They can’t be more than an inch tall or so, which makes my already huge body look even bigger. I can’t help myself. I dip my hands into the box immediately and start scooping the little people up. There’s just so many! And even better, there’s a relatively even mixture of men and women in here. I suppose the $1 price point for entry was just too attractive an offer for many to refuse! They wriggle and struggle between my fingers while I let them fall back into the box like I was digging my fingers through a bucket full of candy.

Speaking of candy… my stomach begins to rumble while I’m looking down at them. Oh, how easy it would be to just pick a couple of you little things up to pop in my mouth right now. To feel you wriggle around on my wet squishy tongue before I swallow you down into my belly. With that in mind I plucking one of the little men out of the box, and bring him close to my face. He’s roughly an inch tall, but in my fingers he’s pathetically small. Being in such close proximity with something so big sends him into an immediate, and violent panic. I guess fantasizing about being near someone as cool as Goddess Emma is a completely different experience from actually being there. Maybe he should have considered that before signing up.

I turn him around a few times in my fingers, enjoying the sounds of his struggles, and how he tries to break free. Of course, that was only my assumption. Maybe I’m wrong, and what he actually wants is to get closer to me. That seems possible, right? He’d also be writhing around and wanting to get away from my fingers if it brought him closer to my soft skin, or full lips then, wouldn’t he?

There’s no reason to give him what he wants, but I’m nothing if not a merciful Goddess. I decide to oblige him and his poorly-communicated request. I bring my pinched fingers closer to my face, and nuzzle the little guy into my nose. He starts beating at my face with his little hands, but then he makes a big mistake. While flailing around one of his little hands slaps onto the lens of my glasses. It didn’t hurt, of course. It wouldn’t have hurt even if he had hit me directly on the eye with how fuckin’ weak and puny he is.

But his hands were moist. With sweat, I’d hope and not something more offensive. Not that he would be forgiven either way, but when his hand pulled away and revealed a minuscule little smudge on my flawless lenses I may have lost my cool. No sooner had he been pulled away that I narrowed my eyes while focusing in on him.

He stops moving. He’s utterly terrified. Mortified at what I can do to him at any time. Scared of what it means to have pissed off the living incarnation of all his fantasies come true. I’d like to think that deep down he was filled with excitement, though. Just beneath it all, eager to please me even if it means losing his worthless little life.

He doesn’t have long to focus on that, though. All I have to do is apply the slightest bit of pressure to the pads of my fingers and that’s it. His body is crushed into goo, and little bits of what used to be a man drip back down onto my desk. Seems like the little fuckin’ asshole just can’t stop making a mess, can he? Unfortunately that means the clip ends shortly after, as I have to get a goddamn paper towel and wipe up his blood. Enjoy the first clip on my Faketreon page and there’s more to come soon!

ENTRY 2
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I may have made a mistake while filming that first clip. I was so caught up in the moment harassing and punishing the little guy in my fingers that I sort of forget about the rest of my little fans still inside of the box! I mean, I didn’t forget they were there… I just didn’t stop to consider that that they could probably see what I was doing! This clip was filmed shortly after the first as no sooner did I finish wiping up the remains of my first victim that I begin to hear the fans still inside of the box grow antsy.

I’m not sure what they expected to happen after they’d shrunk themselves en masse and had themselves sent to me? Perhaps I could have been more clear in the tier descriptions… but where would the fun be in that. Everyone loves a surprise. Especially me! None of these little assholes are here to be my little servants, or pets. They wouldn’t do a very good fuckin’ job at that considering how goddamn small they are. No, they’re my belongings. They’re here to help me create content and I’m ruthless in my drive to create new content for my $5 fans. The ones who’ve foregone a small comfort in their lives to see these very posts and watch these videos!

So it’s time to give the fans what they want. That first video? That was just a warmup. Unboxing videos aren’t what you’re here for! You’re here to see some tiny people get crushed! Probably between my tits. But don’t worry, there’ll be time for that later. For now I’ve got one pair of shoes that I use every time I need to go outside. Some custom made… sneakers. I guess they don’t really have a brand, since I can’t fit in anything that would be called “normal shoes.”

Remember? I’m really big! You should see my feet when I stuff them into some minuscule like, size 15 shoes. Pathetic. Who could ever have feet that small?

My shoes, though. These babies are… look. They’re made for function, not form. They’re custom made, but sneakers nonetheless. And they’re big enough to store more than a few of these little people still inside of the box. I don’t want to waste them all just yet, but I’ve got plenty to spare. What’s the harm in scooping up maybe a handful of them and spreading them out between my footwear?

First I take off my shoes, making sure to give the camera long, languid looks at my bare soles as they’re slowly revealed. There’s a light sheen of sweat coating them which was not admittedly unintentional. Unless you’re into that, in which case I totally meant to do that, and all you have to do is leave a comment saying you liked it and I’ll be sure to work up a nice sweat next time as well ;)

Regardless, my feet are really, really big. They gobble up the entire field of vision for the camera, and I wave them around, letting you, the viewer, know exactly what is going to be responsible for the crushing of so many of your fellow fans. The ones inside of the box can probably still only see the tops of my toes from their little prison, so they just think I’ve ignored them for the moment. What a bunch of losers, right?

SO after showing off my soles for the camera a bit I finally drop my shoes onto the table, and dip my hands into the box. Despite committing an act of violence against them maybe only half an hour ago it seems like some of them are rather moving closer to my fingers, eager to be scooped up. The exact opposite reaction I expected, really. Maybe they’re eager to meet their demise as the first guy did, or maybe they just weren’t paying attention.

Whatever the case, it’s not hard to get a nice, meaty handful of humanity from inside of the box, and hover it over the opening of one of my big shoes. I had to be holding onto at least a dozen of the little people, and I try to sprinkle roughly half of them over the opening of each shoe. Not too high, of course. I don’t want them to break on impact. It’s my foot that’s going to be doing all the breaking soon enough.

Oops! Is that a spoiler? Well, I suppose it was probably pretty obvious. I look down into the shoes from above and give my future insole stains a small wave goodbye. Some of them cheer up at my face from above, while some are crying out in protest. “This isn’t what I signed up for!” one of them says. As if that piece of knowledge was going to change my mind. Like, at all. Seriously guy. Get with it.

Things get a bit awkward from here as I have to detach the camera from its stand to move the shoes back to the floor. I drop them onto my carpet, and there’s a great view of my toes grabbing and pulling at the fibers around me while the little people inside of my shoes are jostled around as if they’re nothing but little playthings.

Which, I mean, they are. Little toys for me to break and pop as I see fit. But some of them are still in denial!

Before I slip my foot in entirely I only bring my toes up to the mouth of the shoe, and let them hang over. I can tell at least one of the little women’s faces goes pale white at the sight, and runs deep inside of the shoe. Probably under the assumption that it was the place she was most likely to survive. As if I would ever let any of my little playthings survive? That’s not what gets –me- off. I want to feel these little bodies squish and pop as I slide my foot in, and that’s what’s going to happen no matter how much she fights against it.

I don’t do anything immediately, of course. I don’t have to. Like I’ve said already, I’m a big girl. These shoes may be custom made… but they’re also quite old. And I’m still a growing girl so they don’t quite fit properly. On a normal person the toe of the shoe would allow for a bit of wiggle room, but for me it’s just a cramped corner. She’s as fucked as the ones hanging near the heel, hoping I pull them out after getting a few shots of them struggling against the worn insole.

Once I slip my toes inside the mood changes abruptly. The ones who had already discerned that I had no care for their safety began to fight back. Tiny hands and fists beat against my toes and soft sole, and to their great surprise they actually find themselves making some progress! Tiny as their little fists are they find that my skin is still soft enough for them to dimple it with their puny blows. And in exchange they get the great honor of touching the bottom of my feet with their bare hands. They are truly blessed.

Their attacks are pointless, of course. It may feel to them like they’re making progress in attacking such a great force, but none of that actually hurts. A quiet giggle slips from between my lips as they’re doing little more than tiring themselves out while I gradually force my foot into a pair of shoes that are far too small for my big feet.

The effect is nearly immediate. Bodies are pinned under my sole and dragged along the insole as my foot slides further inside. My toes wriggle deep inside of the sneaker making ominous bulges in the material for the camera, and deep inside of my right shoe I can feel the little woman who’d been hiding. She tries to curl herself up smaller into the toe to avoid the inevitable, but there’s still a bit more of my foot to squeeze inside!

It doesn’t take long before my toes are pushed all the way inside of the shoe. I make sure the mics are turned up to maximum sensitivity so the pleading cries are silenced with a wet SQUELCH as I finish putting the shoe on entirely. I wave the shoes around for the camera a bit more, enjoying the warmth of the former bodies that had collapsed under my feet for little more than a few views!

The last few minutes of the video are kind of embarrassing, but taking these shoes off is really hard. I should get a new pair made… but that would cost more money than I have… so that’s what this Faketreon page is for! Let me know in the comments what kind of shoes I should get next!


ENTRY 3
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I’m Hungry

How are you guys enjoying the first couple of videos? I suppose it’s probably too early to expect any comments or anything cause it hasn’t been very long but whatever! What matters is that it’s time for the next thing. This one was filmed the day last two. I wanted to let my tiny fans stew inside the box for a night, and ponder their future. I technically pulled them out of the box and dropped them into a much more camera-friendly clear plastic container… but I didn’t think to film that so I’m sorry about the continuity error!

But who cares about continuity when there’s content to be created, right? I’ve got everything set up and a very expensive heat lamp shining right into the box. I wanted to make the little people inside sweat a bit and make their conditions a bit harsher. Because I haven’t had anything to eat since I opened the box yesterday, and I’m getting a little hungry. If you know what I mean.

You know what I mean.

And sure, I could have just plucked them out of the box and eaten them. Tossed them into my mouth like little pieces of popcorn. Maybe given a couple of them a gentle kiss before sending them down my throat to just thrash and writhe in my stomach for a bit. Feel how they massage my throat from the inside. Bring the mic closer to my stomach so you could hear them struggle and scream through my skin. And maybe even give my soft belly a few pokes after just for good measure.

I could do anything I wanted to them, but that just seemed too easy. While eating them normally would be fun in its own way, I wanted them to want to be eaten. That’s what the heat lamp is for. Get them a little toasty, maybe even put them on the verge of dehydration, and then offer them refuge. A refreshing, sticky trip inside of my mouth and down my throat. Why, my stomach would be more akin to an oasis for my little fans. They would consider it a great privilege to slide between my lips! Some probably would have been eager to do so without needing the lamp to preheat them, but there’s no way of filtering those people out beforehand so they all had to be warmed up.

And now it’s time for the moment of truth. I lean over the opening above the box, and open my mouth to let them see the inside. I want them to know what I plan on doing. Of course in the process my big fuckin’ tits accidentally press into the clear wall surrounding the box, so a number of them naturally start to gravitate towards my chest and press their hands into the plastic as if they could will themselves into groping me.

Some will get to be there eventually, but it’s best to keep these clips on one topic and I’ve already made all the preparations for eating. And I’m really hungry. I need them to be aware of what’s going to happen, so I shove the lamp out of the way, lean over the top, and stick my tongue out. It takes only a second for the saliva to pool on my tongue and begin sliding towards the tip. It’s hard not to smile as I watch the little warm, clear droplet fall from the tip of my tongue and onto the head of a frail blonde man.

In an instant he’s apprehensive about such a big glob of saliva running over his head. But almost immediately he relaxes, and begins to rub it into his skin which had turned a healthy shade of pink after his time under the lamp. The tiny little fans have such cutesy high-pitched voices that it’s hard to make out exactly what they’re saying, but I’m going to assume it was something along the lines of, “Thank you Goddess Emma. I hope more people like favorite and subscribe to your videos.”

But he wasn’t the only one who had suffered under the heat of those lamps. Only a few seconds later some of the other people around him take umbrage with the fact that he got some liquid relief. Those nearest him scoop up a big handful of the clear liquid off of his body and splash their faces with it as best they can considering how thick the liquid is.

You get to watch all the action unfold as a tense several seconds change the scene inside of the box entirely. Soon enough fights are breaking out as some of them want some of that precious spit to cool themselves off with. Others are probably just really fuckin’ horny, and want a piece of myself to help them.

What a bunch of fuckin’ weirdos.

But this isn’t very fun for me. And it is me who matters here, so things need to be spiced up. I scoop up a small handful of them, taking no more than half a dozen out of the box. Some are panting, some are still slicked with sweat, and at least is clutching the small bit of saliva she’d managed to take from the blonde inside of the box and rubbing it into her face.

Cute. Weird, but cute.

But I was hungry, and I had a handful of squirmy little snacks so what was I waiting for, right? Taking a deep breath I open up my mouth wide, and let my tongue lazily loll out onto my palm. It wasn’t intentional, but in the process of doing so I exhaled a little too hard, and nearly knocked the one closest to the edge of my palm away entirely. Luckily all of my future snacks manage to survive, and they look to one another as they seem to question what’s going to happen next.

Obviously there would be a great deal of danger involved in willingly entering my mouth. But they had been so thoroughly heated from their time under the lamp that they weren’t sure they were bothered by that anymore. A brief meeting was gathered as tiny chairs and tables were pulled up to hold an informed discussion about what to do.

Nah, I’m kidding. They’re too fuckin’ stupid to think about anything like that! All at once the six of them rushed to the glistening tongue set out onto my palm. I couldn’t see much of this from my own angle at the time, but in watching the footage later I got a clear view of them trying to cool themselves off using my mouth. Two were nuzzling their little faces into my tongue, while another one just ran full on into my mouth and left the outside world behind. And one little fuckin’ perv even takes the opportunity to make out with me by kissing the very tip of my tongue with her little mouth!

But it’s already too late. It’s time to admit I’ve eaten more than a few tiny people in my day, but the warm toastiness the heat lamp had applied to their skin just made them taste so much better! Literal seconds passed between their bodies making contact and me choosing to tilt my hand towards the open mouth.

Those who stayed behind lost their grip immediately and tumbled over one another. There was no escaping the gravity as one by one they plopped onto my tongue. I move closer to the camera to make sure I got a good angle cause I couldn’t exactly film this more than once! Once they’re all inside it’s time to show off something I’ve been practicing specifically for these videos. Keeping my mouth wide open the entire time I make sure to carefully undulate my throat, sending them all down at once.

And the camera captured it all. Took me weeks of practice to get open-mouthed swallowing down, but I did it! And it felt great! Almost immediately the mic is brought closer to my throat to listen to the meaty bulges sliding down my neck. I swallow another mouthful of saliva to aid the process as their slightly salty touch had stimulated me a bit, and I keep the camera tracking the tiny bulge until it vanishes between my tits.

Then I just leave the mic next to my stomach. I want to hear them in their final moments. It’s muffled, and interspersed with audio of my tummy rumbling, but I’m sure it’ll be enjoyable. At least… well, this is the part where I kind of fell asleep. So you do get to hear the whole thing, but then it just bleeds into about two and a half hours of me napping on the chair. I didn’t get a good night’s sleep the day before! I was too excited to film more videos and-

Whatever. I didn’t know how to crop the extra part out, so you can just enjoy the view of my stomach rising and falling as I nap for a bit. If someone wants to help me out by editing the video down just send me a PM!

ENTRY 4: BOOB CRUSH
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How Many of you Signed Up Just Hoping to See These?

I’ve been learning how to better use this new movie editing software and I swear I’ll get around to editing that previous video eventually. I know no one cares because nobody offered to help out but improving my workflow is definitely something I want to get better at so whatever. Fuck you guys it’s time for the next video and this is the one you’ve all been waiting for.

That’s right. The boobs finally come out to play in this one.

I mean, I’m sure feet are still plenty popular but I already did an in-shoe thing and that’s close enough, right? So here I’m going to focus on using these big honkin’ milkers I’ve got resting on my chest for some good. Even for my size it’s pretty incredible just how big and heavy my tits are, and how much impact they carry. I’ve weighed them before, you know. They’re each about 50 pounds (Remember? I’m over 8 feet tall!) and no, I will not tell you how much the rest of me weighs now that you know that much.

But 50 pounds is more than enough to crush the little people I’ve been spending so much time with recently, isn’t it? See, I made a little bit of a mistake in the last video. Turns out while I was filming all of the stuff with the heat lamp I kind of forgot to turn it off. Just pushed it aside. I didn’t dry myself out or anything, but it did make me sweat quite a bit in the upper torso region while I had been napping.

So the first thing that happens in this clip is, obviously, making myself a bit more comfortable. And that means grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. Naturally this is easier said than done as my stupidass tits seem to enjoy trying to weigh the entire thing down in the process. Of course, it’s little more than an annoyance to me. Pulling a hundred pounds over my head with a little bit of fabric? Too easy! I bet none of you weaklings watching this could manage something like that.

When I eventually get the shirt past my chest they flop down so fuckin hard and heavy they slam into the desk, making the entire thing shake violently. My big, soft tits are just on full display for the rest of the little people trapped inside of the plastic container, and they get an up close view of them thanks to the wall separating myself and them. There’s even an audible gasp when my boobs hit the desk from the little fucks inside! It’s so fuckin’ cool!

For a moment I just sit there. Letting you just take them in. Seeing how big, round, and pliant they are. Looking at how the thin sheen of sweat glistens on my skin, making them sparkle like valuable treasures. I even take a moment to tweak a fat, brown nipple between my thumb and index finger. Really let everyone inside of that box know that I’m not only unperturbed by the casual nudity on display, but actively enjoying it.

Of course, I can’t just sit there and let the crowds gawk at my tits forever. No, I brought the girls out to have some fun with them. Fun at the expense of a couple tiny little lives, of course. I push the box a little closer so my boobs flatten out against the front, and reach inside yet again. I guess that the sight of a bare chested giantess right out of their reach has quite a different effect on the little people than the implication of going inside of a shoe as the ratio of people fighting to reach my fingers this time is even higher than it was before.

It only takes a few seconds for me to scoop up one lucky volunteer. A dark-skinned man with short, black hair. He’s whooping and cheering as he’s lifted away from the box and his little tiny arms wrap tighter around the tip of my finger while I’m pulling him away from the excitable crowds below. The temptation to crush him in midair and let his remains drip all over everyone else inside of the box remains strong, but I restrain myself. I already popped a dude between my fingers, after all. And this is the boob crush clip! I’ve gotta remain on theme!

So I bring him up over my chest, which is still laying out flat on the desk. He looks down expectantly, as if he’s unsure if he should be waiting for me to drop him onto my boobs or if he should attempt to free himself. It’s cute that even while he’s about to experience something he so clearly desires there remains an intrinsic fear of the giantess holding onto him, and what I’m capable of.

I decide to bring him down myself. Onto the same nipple I was tweaking moments prior, actually. He drops onto the firm nub a little bigger than he is, and tries to stand on his own two feet. The surface of my boob is far too soft and squishy for this to work, however, and he winds up falling face first into my nipple. His tiny hands grab onto the skin, sending electric tingles through my chest, and I’ll admit I lose control for a little bit.

Sadly, given our relative sizes, losing control for even a moment means that I give my nipple another tweak. He squeaks in protest for a split second, before a muted crunch that the mic could only just barely pick up is heard. I smile down at the people in the box after, and gradually pull my fingers apart.

There’s no mistaking what happened. The man who’d just moments ago been with them had been splattered effortlessly. I rub his remains into my tit a few times. It doesn’t take long before even the red smears gradually rub away, and it’s like he never existed at all.

But the people inside still don’t know what to do. They’re confused. Was I taunting them? Was he going to be the only victim to keep them in line?

Of course not! I answer the question hanging over all their heads nonverbally by reaching another hand into the box. Surprisingly there’s still quite a few of them fighting to get into my hands this time, though the majority are terrified out of their minds now. It’s a bit more effort on my part, but I manage to get a nice mix of the two and pull a full handful of tiny little bodies out of the box. They squirm and wriggle and try to fall out of my fingers to land in the relative safety back in the box, but they don’t want to injure themselves prematurely.

With my free arm I gradually separate my smushed-together boobs, leaving a small valley between them. The handful of little bodies is sprinkled into that cleavage, losing their minds the whole while. Tiny hands and feet fighting against my bare skin is an exciting sensation and I can’t help but shiver violently.

But the foreplay is over. At this point the video’s been going on for about 20 minutes so I have to wrap things up. I bring the camera closer to the throngs of humanity trapped between my tits, to really get a good look at them. Then I pull back, wave goodbye, and blow a kiss to the camera, before mashing my boobs together quickly.

A geyser of blood shoots out from between my boobs from the intense pressure so suddenly that it instantly smears into camera’s lens. Though obscured, you can still get a slight glance at the mess all my little worshippers left behind before I admittedly say, “SHIT!” and turn the camera off the clean the lens.

I hope you all enjoy this clip a lot because I had to go buy a replacement lens after filming it. And can you believe how pricy those things are? Of course, only the best is expected for my followers, and I know that when I finally get some you’ll all be very appreciative of the effort I put forth into making sure this stuff is great!

ENTRY 5
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Praise and Worship

I meant to film another clip yesterday but… things got a little rough. Sammy showed up and the two of us went on another great adventure that I am probably not even legally allowed to go into. So I won’t! And because it’s not important. I bet you guys don’t even know who Sammy is! I’ve been hanging out with her for a while now and-

Wait. None of that’s important. No, what matters for the context of this clip is that I had a very, very busy afternoon. One that involved a lot of physical exercise and after a long hard day out in the real world (while wearing a mask, of course!) my feet are rather hot and tired. Luckily, I’ve got a box full of volunteers willing to do quite literally anything I ask of them!

Well… maybe not willing, per se. But that doesn’t matter when they’re less than 6 inches tall. That’s my rule! That means these little 1 inch assholes aren’t even fully sentient, and their feelings on… anything aren’t worth considering. They’re more akin to those fish that will eat dead skin cells from your feet. You know the ones.

Sadly, my little servants can’t operate underwater, so they’ll just have to deal with the heat and humidity I’ve accumulated inside of my shoes while out all day. I swear there’s actually a visible puff of steam released when I pop my bare feet out of my shoes, and drop them onto the desk. Not even a second passes after my feet hit the table that I suddenly see the outer wall of the plastic box fog up.

Like that in-shoe video I take a moment to let the camera linger like this. Not too long, though. If you want more shots of my big huge people-crushing feet then you can check out that in-shoe video as I let the shot linger for a lot longer there.

No. This clip is all about the action. These little people have gotten plenty of good opportunities to gawk at my feet, but they’ve had surprisingly few opportunities to, you know.

To worship them.

There’s no finesse to my actions this time. My feet are hot, sore, and tired. I want relief and I want it now. Once again a full handful of little bodies is scooped up, which is easier said than done. I wanted to keep my feet in frame at all times which meant I had to lean forward to get them out of the box, but my stupidass tits just kinda flattened out against my knees so I couldn’t quite reach and-

Whatever. Don’t let that awkward minute ruin the clip for you cause the rest is great! Embarrassing shot aside, I easily manage to grab a handful of my little playthings, and hold them up over my bare feet. Just holding my hand over my feet lets me feel the warmth radiating from my skin. I wordlessly drop the little fuckers onto my toes. Some manage to land on top, and cling tightly to my dusky skin for safekeeping. Others fail to stay on top, and instead tumble to relative safety directly between my toes. Their little bodies are really, really ticklish there and it takes considerable effort on my part to not simply clench my toes together then and there and crush them.

Most, though, just fall. They hit the top of my toes, roll off the sides or down the front, and make the long drop down the length of my sole. Then they land in a pile at my heel, directly in the shadow of my towering soles.

“Worship, bugs.” I said. Cliché dialogue, sure, but people seem to like it. And more importantly, it works. It’s a simple, unambiguous command. It shows I view them as insects, and there’s no question what I demand of them now. It’s enough to spur the little useless things into action. The ones on top of my toes immediately drop to all fours and begin to kiss and lick at the warm, sweaty skin. They don’t seem to mind the heat one bit, though they do have to occasionally stop what they’re doing to wipe sweat from their brow. As for whether that was my own sweat or theirs I’ll never know, but I’d like to think my presence is so powerful that just being near my toes marked them with a little bit of me.

The ones at my heel weren’t doing nearly as good a job. I suppose it just comes from the shape of feet in general, as they gathered around the heel and rubbed it in unison. The shots are pretty fuckin’ nice, as you get to see their tiny little digits press into my skin which is still so soft even down there that you can see them make progress. It doesn’t feel particularly interesting, though. So here’s a fair warning to any of you viewers who might wish to join one of these sessions in the future. Try to stay on top of my toes if I sprinkle you there.

Or better yet, try and make sure you land between my toes. As it’s those little ones that are clearly the most effective. I can see how my sweat has beaded all over the bodies of the little ones who’d managed to cling there. Again with my very presence being so dominating that it overpowers them thoroughly.

But more than anything, it’s kind of cute. It makes me regret killing all the tiny little servants I’ve killed so far. Watching them work to the best of their abilities by kneeling between my toes and kissing the soft skin there is really something special. It even melts my cold, hard heart. I can see at least one of the little women is making out with the side of a toe, embracing it like a lifelong lover and hugging to the best of her abilities. Which isn’t very good… but it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?

I don’t know. This whole experience is making me question things. To the point where I decide not to crush these little people in the end. That’s right! After a solid fifteen minutes of foot worship while I gently observe from my sitting position, I decide to pick up my little servants and drop them back into the box.

They’re covered in sweat and smell like feet, but that only makes them instant celebrities among those who missed out on such a great opportunity. This was an interesting experience. Let me know if you’d like me to do more videos like this!

ENTRY 6:
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Back on my bullshit

Well, that didn’t last long.

There I was, watching my little subscriber base mingle amongst each other after filming the last video. They’re cute, you know. I can admit that!

But… it also kind of started to really piss me off, you know? After all, how was I so effortlessly able to amass an easy hundred subscribers at the $1 tier, but not a single fuckin’ person wants to join at $5? What the fuck is up with that, right? I feel like there’s some sort of karmic justice that has to be meted out, and who better to be the target of that than my $1 fans so potential future $5 fans will get to watch.

And you’d think maybe I’d take my anger out on that in some other way… like soccer. Or playing video games. Maybe while a procession of tiny subscribers cycles between my feet, my tits, and feeds me grapes. But, honestly, that sounds really hard to film. When the ingredients are a box full of subscribers and a stand without a camera man I can’t exactly do super dynamic scenes like that. And makes me wonder if maybe that’s why I’m not able to bring anyone in. That, for whatever reason, the viewers just aren’t showing up because they want to see something with a more interesting angle! And I am but a humble public servant, bringing you the best lewds I can with my huge self.

So I drop the camera to the floor, and let it get a really great view of the front of my toes for a minute. I look positively gigantic on a normal day but from this low of an angle I’m an absolute colossus. I decide to pause there for a bit and wiggle my toes around, really give you some premium tiny-pov shots. But that’s not the point of this video, so that only happens for like a minute before I tilt the camera up using a bunch of old socks, and then move the entire plastic box itself.

I had this whole setup ready. Two chairs situated nearby with a little bit of space between them. Just enough to rest my little plastic box into. It’s not the most stable thing, but the important aspect is that you can see the bottom of the transparent container. That’s going to be important in a minute because I step onto one of the chairs.

It’s obvious what’s going to happen now. The little people were wailing and crying as soon as their box was moved, as they knew that couldn’t have been a good sign for them. And when I stepped onto the chair they had a feeling that the box was going to be their grave.

They were right.

With agonizing slowness I raised my right bare foot over the box. Each of my feet is so big that I could easily wipe them all out in less than ten seconds if I so chose, but I wanted to draw this out. I had, after all, a solid ten minutes more video to film if I wanted this to be a nice, meaty, substantial clip.

So I bring my foot down. Not so quickly that I immediately splatter everything underneath, but fast enough that not all of the little ones are able to escape the shadow of my foot. In a manner of seconds I have a dozen little bodies trapped under my sole, and I can feel them. I can feel every little bit of their bodies. The tiny fingers and toes digging into the bottom of my sole. The little cries for help vibrating around my skin. Even their little hearts beat so very quickly as they found themselves in a situation most unenviable.

And I don’t care about any of them. I never have. I won’t remember a single thing about them and what little joy they brought me by providing a nice squishy sensation underfoot.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. First I bring all of my weight down on that foot. And I weigh a lot. Enough that I can crush a normal-sized person’s skull under my foot if I push all my weight down. Don’t ask how I know that. So stepping on a handful of insect-sized people is trivial to crush. I could literally do this in my sleep and not even be roused from unconsciousness.

Bones crack, bodies pop, and final cries for help go unheard. Before, in unison, a dozen bodies just make a quiet, muffled, pop! A deep, murky red puddle spreads all over the bottom of the box a second later, and the camera catches their every final moment in excruciating detail. How their bodies were embedded into my soles in their final moments. How they prayed and hoped that I was just kidding, and would pull back at the last moment. And how they continued to twitch for a couple of seconds after their lives had ended and before they were crushed beyond recognition.

That was just one foot, however. My left foot was eager to join the party, and though it would be a tight fit I was sure I could make it work. Almost all of the remaining space was taken up as I crammed my left foot into the remaining space, and I can hear the entire plastic box creak as it struggles to accept my full weight in its precarious position.

It’s of no consequence, however. The fight doesn’t last long and my final remaining $1 tier fans are all squished under my bare feet. At least, from what I can tell. There were a number of them that had made it between my toes or only halfway under a part of my foot when I stepped down, so there was only one way to be sure.

Maneuvering around with what little space I had I started to march in place, making sure that not a single body went untouched. They all have to experience the full, crushing weight of my toes at least once before I move on. Naturally my feet start to slick with all of the mess left behind, and the views from below are utterly spectacular when I finally decide to step out of the box and you can see the perfectly shaped muddy footprint left behind.

I’ll admit. Watching this video back did make me a little bit excited. For the most part, at least. In the last few minutes after I’ve finished all the work I move to step out of the box, but the combination of how slick my soles are and how strained the box already was end up in disaster. I sort of fall out of my position and land onto the floor with a really, really LOUD thud.

Now that I’ve learned how to edit these videos I would have cut that embarrassing part out, but… well, it did give a really great angle on the bottom of my feet while I lay on the floor, and my ass looked spectacular. Consider it a bonus, and maybe next month I’ll actually use some of my subscribers in that way. For now I’ve burned through all my $1 tier fans, so tune in next month for more.

Entry 7
CLOSING MY FAKETREON

Typing this up while I’m in the waiting room. After finishing that last clip I still hadn’t cleaned up and… well, I broke something. My glasses. I can’t exactly do anything until I get new ones so I’m sorry normaly this would just lead to a pause in service but that was only one part of the problems.

See, turns out I had inadvertently set this page not to bill subscribers until the end of the month. So all of my $1 fans? Turns out that they can’t exactly pay out if they’re, you know.

Dead.

So I didn’t actually make anything from any of them. And it seems like I’ve failed to get any $5 recurring subscribers, so I’m just going to hang up on this venture. I think maybe I’ll try livestreaming soon, though! That way I get the money instantly and you’ll still get to see me do all kinds of stuff. Thanks to everyone for everything, if anyone comes across this post late. You have to stay positive in these trying times!!!!!!

“EMMA!”

Emma recognized that voice. She’d heard it many times since that fateful holiday season last year. It was a voice that normally lead to some cool, and new exciting adventure that would get her some money. And… considering she was unemployed again it seemed like it would be in her best interest to answer.

But she was really comfortable in bed right now.

“Emma! Emma! Emma! Emma! Emma! Emma! Emma!”

She could resist this for a while longer. These things were never on any sort of a hard time limit. And she was still in bed for fuck’s sake.

“Losersayswhat.”

“WHAT!” Emma shouted, finally giving up and slapping her hands over her face. “What do you- wait.”

Emma’s eyes shot open and she almost instantaneously locked eyes with Sammy, who was standing over her once again. The other giantess loved to show up unannounced to invite her on various secret missions. Only… she had never interrupted Emma’s sleep to do so before! This seemed like a huge invasion of privacy!

“Your country needs you.” Sammy said, standing up stoically and saluting.

“No it fucking doesn’t.” Emma said, sitting up enough to remove the pillow she was resting on before slapping it over her face. “Why are you in my bedroom? Couldn’t this have waited until I was… you know. Out of bed. Up. And dressed? Maybe even had some breakfast or something?”

“Of course not.” Sammy said, plucking the pillow away from Emma’s face and tossing it aside. “We do everything with the utmost efficiency at the agency. It’s up to us to-“

“It’s up to you to work in silence and remain undetected, blah blah blah. Since when has that ever been true? The last mission you brought me on involved us robbing and killing everyone inside of a bank! And then the cops showed up and-“

“That wasn’t the last mission we went on.”

“It wasn’t?”

Emma’s eyes creaked open as she looked at the blonde woman standing over her with a look of confusion on her face.

“No, our last mission was-“

“WHATEVER!” Emma said, finding it hard to even argue anymore. She was pretty sure she was just cranky from the rude awakening, anyway. Even if she was annoyed, there was little doubt that whatever Sammy had shown up to ask about was going to be a worthwhile experience. Even if she hated, hated how effortlessly Sammy seemed to get to her no matter where she was.

“So, I need your help for a mission.” Sammy began, whipping her head to the side so her blonde ponytail moved to her back. She sighed, cracked her knuckles, and folded her arms under her chest before continuing. “Well, I don’t need your help, but everyone else who works at the agency is a huge wet blanket. And can you believe that most of them use guns? I mean, why use a gun when you can crush someone’s skull with your bare hands? That’s crazy! I don’t even-“

“What’s the mission?” Emma groaned, wishing this conversation was over already.

“Right. Sorry. We’re going to wipe out a country.”

Emma’s eyes gradually opened, and narrowed at the woman beaming down at her. That had to be a joke… but it didn’t look like it. She should know. Sammy couldn’t lie to save her life. A fact that had been demonstrated on multiple occasions by choosing to cave in a face or break a little guy’s legs instead of trying to lie her way out of things.

“Come again?”

“Dossier.” Sammy said, holding it up above Emma’s face.

“You know I don’t read tho-“

“Yoo Eunjeoung.” Sammy began, rolling her eyes. “Former agent gone rogue. You might remember her. She was one of the shorter ones. Only a little over seven and a half feet tall. Can you believe she was put on field duty while being that small? Sheesh. Standards these days.”

Emma didn’t remember ever working with anyone by that name… but she also didn’t really get to know anyone but Sammy before being fired unceremoniously. It did ring a bell in the furthest recesses of her memory, but there wasn’t a face or mannerisms she could ascribe to it.

“I feel like I’ve heard-“

“Yoo and I went to college together. One morning I left a Hershel’s bar in the fridge, knowing I would be working a long day so I could have a treat afterward. And she…” Sammy explained, her eyes darkening as she trailed off.

“She ate it. I remember this story. You could have just bought another-“

“IT WAS A FEDERAL HOLIDAY! THE STORES WERE CLOSED!” Sammy snapped back, balling her hands into fists and stamping the wooden floor. “Look… Whatever. This mission has nothing to do with that. We were both hired on as agents, and she was given an assignment to demolish an apartment complex that was being used for some really heinous crimes.”

“Go on. I’m listening. I swear.” The tanned giantess, sitting up and scratching her side. She yawned loudly, her massive breasts rising as she did and reached around her bedside table blindly for her glasses for several seconds. Suddenly perturbed she could not find them, she panicked for a moment before Sammy handed them over, having held onto them the whole time.

“Well, it turns out that she had a little boyfriend who was working in that building. You know, participating in all of the wrongdoings there. He was a little scrawny guy. Super weak. You’d have liked breaking his bones… crushing his legs… and-”

“Sammy. Focus.”

“Erm, right!” Sammy said, blushing profusely. “She was supposed to dispose of everybody in that building… but she didn’t. She smashed all the equipment, and even managed to bring down the entire building as ordered… but she spared the boy. You remember what happens to rule breakers, don’t you?”

Emma searched her memory again. She didn’t want to just admit she’d forgotten basically everything that had happened while she worked there, but…

“Something about killing me and my whole family…? Wiping us off the map and making it so the Emma bloodline never rose again? I feel like that was-”

“Exactly.” Sammy said gravely. “Well, she couldn’t just admit that she willingly broke the rules… so she ran. Fled the country. Took a couple weeks to track her down but she’s in a small island nation off the coast of-”

“God, just get to the point already.”

“The point,” Sammy practically spat. “Is that she’s a liability, and is being protected by the local government. She could compromise the entire agency! We have to get rid of her and, well, since we don’t know how much has been said it kind of turns out the only way to be sure of that is to…”

“Flatten the entire country?”

“Well, it’s a small island nation so it’s not as flashy as it sounds… but also yes?” Sammy nodded.

“Huh.” Emma said, yawning while considering the information she’d just been given. “I mean, not to get down on you Sammy, but… the two of us? A whole country? Unless it’s like, a mile across I don’t know how that’s gonna work.”

Sammy smiled.

“Oh, it’ll be possible. Before the day’s over, even. All you have to do is say yes, and we’ll be on our way. Otherwise I’ll go on my own and while I certainly could handle this by myself… it’s just more fun to go with a friend, right? This is a once in a lifetime assignment, and we’ll get that son of a bitch. The two of us will get her fuckin’ good! She’ll regret ever crossing us!”

“Because she ate a chocolate bar?”

Sammy whipped her head around so quickly Emma’s heart skipped a beat.

“I told you, Emma. This has nothing to do with that.” Sammy whispered, her eyes narrowing.

“It totally does.” Emma smirked, eager to push the other giantess’s buttons further.

Sammy was in no mood to play games. In the blink of an eye she grabbed the nearest object she could find and hurled it directly at Emma for her allegations. The nearest object just so happened to be the pillow she’d tossed aside earlier, and it bounced off Emma’s face with a soft PAFF before flopping uselessly to the floor.

Emma’s grin only grew wider.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

“Glad to hear it!”

Those were the last words Emma remembered hearing inside of her bedroom. In an instant she was being roused from sleep again, and was sitting in an airplane. The soft, plush carpet felt nice between her toes, and there was enough room around the seats for her to comfortably stretch out. How had she moved from her bedroom into first class of an airplane in the blink of an eye?!

“Are you finally awake?”

“AGAIN?!” Emma shouted, rubbing her neck which was feeling a little sore. “Do you have to keep drugging me or whatever to move me between the places?! Can’t you just let me board a plane the normal way?”

“Protocol.” Sammy said, reaching for a bag resting between their seats to retrieve a pair of sunglasses. “If anyone asks, we’re just a couple of tourists. Nothing more.”

“Why would anyone ask?”

“Look at how we’re dressed.”

Emma finally did look down, and gasped in surprise. Both she and Sammy were wearing the skimpiest bikini’s she’d ever laid eyes on. They were both well over eight feet tall but were wearing a swimsuit that looked as if it were made for a woman no more than five. While Emma was considerably more busty and could feel her yellow swimsuit threatening to rip apart with every breath, it was clear that Sammy’s lime-green number was straining to contain the other giantess’s form as well.

“Couldn’t you have gotten something made closer to our size? Doesn’t the agency have, I don’t know, resources?”

“What? I think we look great.” Sammy laughed, leaning back to get more comfortable in her chair.

“Hmph.” Emma protested, pulling her top down to cover herself as best she could with the laughably inadequate fabric. Thankfully the plane ride wouldn’t last much longer, and it seemed as if no one cared to pay the gigantic pair any mind. Though she had to question how Sammy was even able to get them onto the plane like this in the first place. Surely there had to be some dress code in place? Or were things just that much looser in…

“Shit. Where are we going?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re already here.” Sammy announced as the plane’s wheels touched down and began to slow to a stop. Not seeing any reason to pursue this line of questioning any further Emma just waited until the plane stopped completely, and stepped out as the mobs of people who shared the aircraft did the same. Things got a bit awkward as the densely-packed crowds pushed into one another as Emma’s great height meant that she felt a much-smaller person’s face press directly into her generous ass while the pressure to move mounted.

“WE’RE HERE!” Sammy shouted, as the pair finally stepped out and into an airport. No further time was wasted before she opened up the bag she’d brought along with her and pulled out a pair of small, glass vials. She handed one over to Emma, before popping off the top of the other and downing it immediately.

“Yoo’s being held in a penthouse of the tallest building on the island, which will be very convenient for us.” Sammy explained while Emma sniffed at the bottle she’d been handed. “She’s been provided security, but you shouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“Why?” Emma asked, tentatively taking a sip from the bottle.

Emma never got a response as Sammy quickly doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain. A split-second later Emma felt a fire in her own belly, bringing her to her knees. A full minute passed as the pair writhed around on the floor and passers-by walked past without paying the gigantic pair any mind.

Then, as quickly as the discomfort had come on, it vanished. Sammy stood up first, then helped Emma stand.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT STUFF?!” Emma shouted in protest, before her friend surged upwards in size. Emma’s eyes went wide in surprise, before a dizzy spell overcame her when her own perspective was radically altered. In mere seconds both of the already massively tall women were pressing their heads into the airport’s roof.

The flimsy roof resisted the combined pressure the giantess’s visited upon it for only a moment, before giving up. A second later they were too big to be contained by the building, leaving the giantesses standing in the open air again. Higher and higher the pair stretched into the sky, leaving the tiny airport below them as they did so. Tiny screams far below could be heard as twenty gigantic toes attached to four enormous feet quickly began to wreak havoc throughout the airport. More than a dozen would-be travelers were crushed under the expanding giantesses feet before a minute had passed. The first of what would undoubtedly be many victims today.

“FEEL ALL THAT POWER?” Sammy shouted, grabbing Emma by the shoulders and shaking her so violently both of her breasts popped free from their flimsy coverings.

“YES! NOW STOP!” Emma shouted, shoving Sammy away to try and regain her sense of balance. It wasn’t meant to be a hostile move, but the giantess’s incredible new size meant that Sammy’s step back to avoid falling over brought another significant portion of the airport under the shadow of her gigantic bare foot.

That was the final straw for many down below. All hell broke loose as the giantesses were no longer regarded as some bizarre sight, but a genuine threat to the safety of every person inside of the building. Screams of terror had already set many at high alert, but a stampede of fleeing bodies let those who could not even see the pair know that something was happening. When they were quickly followed by sounds of destruction those who couldn’t even see what was happening began to run as well. When Sammy’s gigantic bare foot slammed into the ground from above they realized all-too-late exactly what sort of threat was endangering them all.

“Whoa! Don’t fall now.” Emma said, stepping forward to catch Sammy. Those who were still processing the danger from the last step one of the giantesses had taken found their worldview shattered a second time when they were reminded of the second giantess. Another gigantic hole was gouged into the roof of the airport a split-second before the other giantess’s toes crushed dozens of people as easily as if they had been blades of grass.

An apocalypse had come to visit the airport, and neither of the giantesses even seemed to be aware of what they were doing.

“Relax, I’m not going to fall over that easily.” Sammy said, nevertheless holding onto Emma’s shoulders to stabilize herself. She took the opportunity to look over the airport around her, then turned in place to get a good look at the entire island. It certainly wasn’t very big, but the sheer absurdity of viewing it from several thousand feet up with her feet firmly planted on the ground was an exhilarating sensation. And it definitely meant that this would be easy to finish in an afternoon!

Emma needed a bit more time to adjust to the new scenario she’d found herself in. She’d been this big before, sure. She didn’t know how she knew the feeling, but she was certain of it. Even in her normal life she’d always been a big girl, but it was strange to be this big. Though the airport wasn’t a particularly tall building it was still massive, spreading a considerable distance in every direction. But even with all of its magnificence she knew that it would take mere minutes for it all to be flattened under her and Sammy’s bare feet. Crushed like it was made from sand, and all the innumerable people still fleeing for their lives mulched between her toes. How many millions in damage would either of them cause just by finishing this place off?

“So, I’m going to give you an option.” Sammy said, looking over the destruction they’d already wrought below. “There are only two ways off of this island, discounting private travel. The airport, and the docks. We take those out and we can spend as much time as we want with the rest of it. Which would you rather have?”

“The docks!” Emma shouted, before smiling smugly. Of course she would take the docks. The airport was already, like, fifteen percent crushed! The docks would be whole, and untouched! It was simple math!

“Fine. They’re that way.” Sammy said, pointing to a small cluster of ships in the distance. “I’ll finish up here.”

“HAVE FUN, SUCKER!” Emma shouted, breaking into a run. Her first step carved a perfect footprint into the relatively soft pavement beneath her. The second did the same, making the runway unusable to any other aircraft that would like to use it. Her third stomp was onto some loose dirt, which packed it so tightly it would be unusable. Her fourth had already reached the city’s edge, bringing with it honking horns and panic.

Sammy watched Emma’s feet pound through the city for a second, before shrugging her shoulders. Let her have the docks. She would probably be disappointed with how little there was to do there, anyway. If the woman had bothered to look at the dossier for once she would know that the majority of the island’s traffic came from the airport.

For her part, Sammy looked down at the airport around her feet. A smile formed on her lips as she wondered what Yoo must be thinking right now. She and Emma were certainly big enough they’d be visible from any part of the island, and considering her target was currently residing in a penthouse there was little doubt in her mind that their presence had already been discovered. Hell, if she knew Yoo, and she did there she was certain that arrangements for a private helicopter had already been made.

But that would take time to arrive. For now she could enjoy herself. Folding her arms under her tightly-packed chest again, Sammy looked down at the airport around her and made a quick mental note of where she would need to be to cripple this place the most quickly. There was an air traffic control tower nearby, and the airport only had two other planes in operation, both of which were currently grounded.

Smiling, she turned to the plane she’d stepped out of only a few minutes prior. It was less than a step away, and she nudged it from the side with her big toe. The aircraft had been so big to her just a few minutes prior, but now it was less than a toy. One so weak, and pathetic she could push it onto its backside with the mildest push. She wondered what anyone who may have still been inside was seeing right now. Could they look outside and see her bare toes pressing into the windows. Denting the entire fuselage in the process, letting them know they were completely at her mercy?

A shiver traveled down the giantess’s spine, and she exerted the barest fraction more of her strength with her toes.

It was enough to tip the entire thing over, but thanks to the plane’s shape all of its weight settled onto one of the enormous wings. It snapped apart as if it were made from crackers, and a second push lead to her toes resting on top.

For a moment she rubbed her foot back and forth, enjoying the various textures the massive aircraft provided for a moment, before pressing her sole down. The vehicle’s outer shell resisted for a split second, embedding itself into her soft soles for a split-second before finally cracking under the pressure. Metal squealed and was torn asunder as Sammy’s toes pushed down further to transform the airplane into a crushed metal sheet vaguely shaped like her toes.

“One down. Two to go.” She whispered to herself, enjoying the sensation as an electric shiver traveled down her entire spine. She turned and quickly picked up one of the remaining planes still resting on the tarmac outside of the airport. She brought it closer to her face, and smiled when she saw, more than heard, the screaming little bodies inside. Begging her to show mercy, and let them go.

Then Sammy opened her mouth wide. The scene inside of the plane immediately shifted to chaos as she stuffed the cockpit into her mouth, and sheared through it in with her powerful teeth in the blink of an eye. There was a faint but distinctive flavor of what she assumed to be blood from the pilots as she did so, but swallowed the mess anyway. It wasn’t flavorful. It wasn’t even good, if she was being honest.

But it made her feel powerful. And she was powerful. It showed those still inside of the plane that they were not safe. Opening her mouth again, she tilted the entire plane upside down, and stretched her tongue out. Almost immediately flailing bodies began to rain down onto her tongue, filling it with a unique flavor as they danced upon her tongue. There was no way for her to admire what was taking place on her tongue. She could only barely make out the wailing sounds of the damned souls on her tongue. She didn’t care ultimately, and only wanted to enjoy her newfound size for a moment longer before she headed further into the city.

Forming her lips into an open-mouthed smile she swallowed powerfully, and sent the bodies down her throat. Their tiny little screams echoed around the inside of her mouth as she did so, and she again felt that cool sensation course through her body. Sammy had always been gigantic in a world built for people much smaller than herself, but this… this was something special.

With a flex of her fingers she crushed what remained of the plane’s hull in an instant, before tossing it aside. A second later she collected the final plane, and stomped her way to the control tower. It seemed like it would make for an excellent seat…

While Sammy satisfied herself with the planes, Emma was busy bounding towards the docks. Each heavy, footfall hammered anything caught beneath with so much ease it wasn’t even noticed. Her toes ripped through shopping centers, while her heels pulped crowds. No matter what found its way in her path the end result was the same. Perfectly distinct footprints, often with a few red smears mixed in. She was a veritable force of nature as her gigantic soles chewed their way through the city until finally, thankfully, she reached the docks.

“What the FUCK!” Emma shouted, looking over her quarry. There were in fact boats present. Two of them. And a small shipyard. Which was almost completely empty. Did this tiny little island just not get anything imported? Or was this just a slow hour?! How could Sammy do her dirty like this?!

Emma bit her lip. She remembered that she had suggested taking the docks. Eagerly, in fact. She looked down at the anemic crowds running around her toes, and slid her foot forward ever so slightly to mash a single person. The warmth left behind under her sole had felt nice… but it wasn’t much. How was she supposed to have fun with so few people? The crowds at the airport had just been so dense! And she’d thrown that all away for this! For…

“FUCK!” Emma shouted, kicking a foot into the water. The sudden move launched an enormous wave of water from the surface, quickly overtaking one of the only two populated boats in the dock. The violent shift was enough to make the entire thing wobble violently, while the gigantic wave slammed over the top of the ship. It may have only been half the length of one of her feet, but it was clearly not designed to endure an impact that powerful.

With agonizing slowness she watched as the bobbing ship gradually took on water, before beginning to sink. Tiny occupants rushed to the sides, making their way towards evacuation boats, leading Emma to frown in irritation. This was probably the most she was going to get out of this worthless shipyard, she supposed. With a shrug of her shoulders she raised her foot over the lifeboats hanging from the sides, and crushed them into splinters with just her big toe. Despair quickly overtook those still stuck as the round toe retreated. No one knew what to do, besides wait for the waters to consume them with agonizing slowness.

“This sucks.” Emma said, stepping into the water completely, and moving a bare foot out of the water over the sinking ship. Hundreds of gallons of water rained from her soles onto the hull, greatly accelerating its descent. Just a moment ago there had been a question of whether anyone could escape the impending doom, but Emma answered that question fairly definitively.

By bringing her foot down, Emma told them the answer was a firm, “No.” Her sole wrinkled ever so slightly as the odd texture of the ship tickled her sole. The innumerable shipping containers the boat carried shifted about as she pressed her toes down. It was admittedly rather interesting to know that there was tons upon tons of weight being effortlessly manipulated as she toyed with the ship… but it wasn’t quite enough to break her boredom.

By settling more of her inconceivable weight onto the massive ship, Emma dragged the ship to the ocean floor. Even as it began to plummet dozens upon dozens more bodies jumped overboard, only to find themselves still well within the range of Emma’s eager toes. They were all pushed under as they made contact with the giantess’s plush sole, and crushed into a red mist when her incalculable weight pulverized them into the soft sand far below the water’s surface.

“One down.” Emma said, rolling her eyes. She bent over to pick up the second ship this time, wondering if perhaps there was something more interesting she could do to this one, but the sudden shift moved everything the ship carried about so violently all of the restraints used to keep the shipping containers in place broke apart at once. One after another massive steel containers used to hold various goods rained from the ship and into the water far below. Some bounced off her mighty breasts, dimpling the flesh ever so slightly before twisting the rest of the way through the air.

“Dammit.” Emma muttered, tossing the ship away. “What a fuckin’ waste! Let’s just get this show on the road.” She said, stepping out of the water and looking back in the direction of the airport. Her heart sank at the sight of the massive, smoking wasteland that was once the airport. Sammy had clearly done an efficient job wasting the entire thing, and was already on her way over.

“EMMA! How were the docks?” The other giantess shouted, strolling over densely-packed crowds and through traffic jams.

“HoW WeRe ThE DoCkS?” Emma spat venomously, folding her arms under her chest as she turned away from the other giantess.

“No good?”

Emma’s eyes narrowed.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you have Eunjeong’s boyfriend.” Sammy said, laughing nervously. “Now let’s go! We probably don’t have much time.”

On the roof of the tallest tower a young woman stood, tapping her foot impatiently. Meekly standing next to her was a young man, considerably shorter than she was by several feet. She would have been a powerful, tall, commanding presence under normal circumstances, but her life had taken a turn for the decidedly abnormal only a few minutes prior. She watched from her mighty perch as two giantesses in the distance stomped their way around the city with no regard for the damage they caused or the lives they snuffed out in their most casual movements.

“How much longer?” She asked, bending over to look the small man in the eye.

“T-Two minutes.”

Yoo Eunjeong raised an arm and slapped the small man across the mouth in the blink of an eye. He was pathetically weak before her vicious assault and flew back several feet cruel blow. She waved her hand a few times to ease the sting from all the strength she’d put into it herself, before returning to watch the two giantesses. They seemed to be having some sort of discussion, before turning to look straight in her direction.

“Should have just left him to die.” She muttered. She held little faith that the helicopter would arrive in time at this point. She was surrounded by incompetence, and was beginning to lose faith this would work out. She looked down to her much-smaller older brother, who was nursing a massive handprint shaped mark left on his face, while tears welled up in his eyes.

“Fucking idiots.” She said, steeling her nerves as she waited for the inevitable. She only recognized one of them. The blonde. She’d gone to the same college Sammy had, and the girl had gone ballistic on her one day after she’d eaten a shitty chocolate bar the girl had kept in the fridge. She had a feeling deep down that she had never quite been forgiven for that, and couldn’t quite shake the feeling that this choice so long ago would culminate in her fate over the next few minutes.

The sounds of a helicopter in the distance could finally be heard. But she could see Sammy and the darker-skinned busty giantess drawing nearer. If the chopper made… she would still be cutting it dangerously close. Clenching her hand into a fist, she turned and looked towards her smaller brother who was gradually recovering from the slap. Filled with rage she stomped towards him, and gave him a swift kick in the ribs.

“This is all your fault.” She said, spitting on him. If he hadn’t gotten involved with a bad crowd like an idiot she wouldn’t have shown a moment of weakness, and saved him. And that would have prevented all of this from happening. “Should have broken your fucking neck when I had the chance.” She added, nastily.

Violent winds were beginning to whip around her as the helicopter drew nearer. Unfortunately, she could also feel the very building beneath her feet shake violently as the two giantesses closed in. Sammy led the way, and she could swear, if only for a split-second, that the two of them locked eyes.

This was the end of the road for Yoo Eunjeong.

“Look, there’s a helicopter.”

“I’VE GOT IT!” Sammy shouted, skipping forward. A cacophony of destruction and violence could be heard as her feet shredded through the trappings of civilization far below just to get her a quick burst of speed to catch up to the miniature aircraft. It only took a split second for her to get within arm’s reach, and before it could even attempt any sort of an evasive maneuver she brought her face up to it.

She couldn’t hear the screams of terror from inside of the helicopter thanks to how loud the blades themselves were. She couldn’t see the panic inside as she opened her mouth, and moved forward so the helicopter slid inside. She couldn’t feel the attempted escape as the helicopter pulled backwards to avoid its voracious fate, before the blades scraped uselessly into Sammy’s teeth.

The fight was lost instantly. There wasn’t even the slightest amount of discomfort from the giantess as the helicopter’s blades broke into little tiny useless shards, and the rest of the vehicle spun out until it landed onto her pink, squishy tongue. There was an earnest attempt to get out from the disadvantageous position and make their way outside of the giantess’s lips. They knew it would be no use. The instant they’d touched the tongue all of their equipment was so thoroughly soaked with the giantess’s saliva any attempt to open a parachute would have only ended in failure. And of course that wasn’t even going into the likelihood of being spotted mid-fall and snatched up by the murderous giantess’s fingers.

Still, they tried. Training and their survival instincts demanded it. They crawled and climbed through the minty mire until their entire world was violently rocked. Their helmets were the only thing that protected them when they slammed into something white, and hard. So roughly that the visors cracked, and warm, clear liquid began leaking inside.

And a split-second later, before any of them could even process what had just happened, Sammy’s teeth came down. Steel and flesh alike were crushed in an instant, while the gigantic woman chewed the morsel inside of her mouth casually.

“That was stupid.” Emma said, cringing at what she’d just seen. “Hope you like having a shredded throat.”

“It’s no problem.” Sammy said, before sticking her tongue out. Sure enough there was just a flattened helicopter body, along with innumerable glass shards, chunks from the blade, and a distinctive splatter of red that had coated her tongue. “See? All gone.” She added, turning to the roof of the building she and Emma had been standing next to, and swallowing as loudly as she could.

Yoo and her brother could only watch as the giantess’s throat next to them undulated, and sent everything sitting on her tongue away forever. The sound was deafening as it was wet, and there wasn’t even a noticeable bulge traveling down Sammy’s smooth neck when she swallowed.

“Tasted almost… chocolatey.” Sammy said, pulling back and smiling down at the tiny couple on the rooftop.

“I KNEW IT! YOU FUCKING LIAR! THIS WAS ALL ABOUT THE CHOCOLATE BAR THE ENTIRE TIME!” Emma shouted, playfully shoving Sammy so hard she stumbled backwards and wiped out more than a few city blocks when her gigantic body crashed into the city like a nuke. Her entire backside was caked in debris that rained from her bare skin or stuck to her bikini when she sat back up, groaning in discomfort.

“ALRIGHT! FINE! YOU CAUGHT ME!” Sammy protested, brushing off some of the excess dirt and dust that stuck to her skin. “I might have still been a little upset about that.” She added, placing her hands back onto the ground, crushing a fleeing crowd under each while she stood back up.

“Can’t hear you. Too busy taking out the target.” Emma said, carefully reaching onto the roof of the building. It was fairly easy to grab the much-smaller man, but the woman did not go so easily. She turned tail and ran, going so far as to jump over the edge of the building to avoid the slowly moving fingernail coming to collect her.

“Whoa!” Emma said with great surprise, while she moved her free hand lower to catch the little woman before she fell more than a few stories. While it would have still been a dangerous distance to fall if she had struck the ground, the soft skin of Emma’s hand proved pliant enough to absorb it all and prevent her from going out on her own terms.

“Get rid of the guy first. He doesn’t matter.” Sammy said, now back to her feet and moving to the bag she’d carried with her all the way from the airport. She dug around for a moment before pulling out a small camcorder, and smiled. With a flick of the wrist it was opened up, and she aimed the lens at Emma, who was carefully moving the small boy on her hand closer to her face.

“Yeah, yeah.” Emma said, rolling her eyes. “You hear that, Yoo? I’m going to get rid of your little boyfriend, now!” She taunted, opening her mouth wide and stretching her tongue out from her mouth. There was some protest from the tiny woman in her other hand, and she could have sworn she heard the word, “brother” mixed in, but it didn’t matter. Emma merely brought the small, squirming boy up to her mouth, and dangled him above to let him realize his fate.

There was a long, drawn-out moment of silence. She stood there while Sammy filmed, watching as her breath alone was able to push him around and as he was buffeted by the warm winds. He was clearly protesting the fate that he’d just been sentenced to, but couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Hurry up. I don’t have all day.”

“God, fine.” Emma said, rolling her eyes when she exhaled one last time, making sure the boy knew that his time was up, before dropping him. His tiny scream wailed in the air for only a second before he landed onto the brown giantess’s enormous tongue. For a moment he was stunned from the great fall, and attempted to right himself. His movements were slow, unpracticed. Clumsy. He cried up in protest, hoping for some form of mercy even if he was already trapped in the maw of the biggest thing to have ever walked the face of the planet.

Then his view changed. The natural light flooding into the mouth from above vanished, and was replaced by a glassy, unblinking eye. The lens of the camcorder Sammy was holding peered in on him from above, eager to record his final moments for the bemusement of the giant pair making a game out of finishing him off.

He wanted to be brave, and do something about it. Maybe run for the plush lips that would take him outside. He could see in his mind’s eye the deft maneuvers that such a trek would require. Climbing the tongue he was sitting on, and grabbing hold of the giantess’s white teeth. Ascending the lips, and staring out to a view far higher than the skyscraper he’d been staying at with his sister until only a few moments ago. Then he’d leap to safety, riding the wind currents to ensure he stayed close by the giantess, and landed on her neck. He’d ride her soft, warm skin down between her gigantic breasts, squeezing through them so effortlessly thanks to his comparatively minuscule size. He’d use the natural resistance from holding onto her skin to stop himself from plummeting to his death, and stop to take a break upon reaching her bikini bottoms. From there he should have been able to make another gigantic leap onto the roof of a comparatively-sized building, and then could finish his grand escape out of the country forever.

He smiled at the thought. So lost in his own little world he barely noticed when the giantess tilted her head back, and sent him tumbling into the inky depths of the back of her throat. He wanted the strength of will to fight back, but could find none.

A light from the camcorder came on, illuminating the depths to which he’d fallen, and all of a sudden his oncoming demise felt so much more real. Seeing the pink, wet muscles all around him eager to drag him to the depths of the giantess’s throat. He broke into a feral panic, not wanting to spend his final moments inside the belly of a giantess big enough to swallow half the island without even flinching, but it was far too late to do anything to stop it.

“Nice.” Sammy said, watching as the small boy tumbled over the back of Emma’s mouth, and vanished into her throat. A split-second later and he was gone from view entirely, unlikely to return unless Emma forced him back up.

“Did he… did he fall?”

“Yes.” Sammy said, pulling the camcorder back and focusing down on the tiny woman in Emma’s hand. “Why? Did you not feel him?”

“No…” She said, a tad disappointed at the ultimate result. What a rip off! Where was the screaming, and begging for mercy? That wasn’t at all like she’d imagined!

“Well, he was pretty small. But Yoo should be a bit more… substantial.” Sammy said, bringing the lens much-closer to the small woman in Emma’s other hand. “How tall were you- erm, I suppose I should say how short were you. Didn’t even stand eight feet, did you?” Sammy taunted, zooming the camera in and out over the stoic woman.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with. Should I eat her, or-“

“NO!” Sammy shouted, pulling her face away from the camcorder in the blink of an eye and looking at Emma intently. “We have to… we have to do this right, you know? Really make it count. Really make her pay for betraying the agency…”

“And eating your chocolate bar.”

“…And eating my chocolate bar.”

“That’s the spirit.”

A minute later and Yoo was back on the roof of the tallest building in the city. The one she’d been staying at up until today. To either side of her was a giantess several hundred, if not thousands of times larger than a normal person. Either one could have ended her life, as well as the lives of hundreds more in the blink of an eye a dozen times over. But it seemed that the menacing pair wanted to draw this out. Really make it count.

Sammy smiled down at her from high above, her breasts wobbling as she did so. Then with one finger she pinned Yoo to the roof, and using the index finger of the other hand, slashed the tiny woman’s right leg.

The tiny, shrill screaming could only just barely be picked up on the mic, but the rapidly forming puddle of blood under the injured woman was all too easy to see. She thrashed about in pain as the giantess stepped back, and through more of the rapidly-evacuating city in the process. Neither Emma nor Sammy cared much about the crowds anymore. Where would they go? There was no transportation off the island, and there would be dozens of miles of endless ocean to reach the next closest location. As far as either giantess was concerned they could spend the rest of the week getting rid of them if they so desired. For now their focus was entirely on little, tiny, helpless, Yoo Eunjeong, and what her ultimate fate would be.

“Hurry up.” Sammy said. “A gash like that will keep her down, but she won’t live much longer. And if we want this to work we have to go now.”

“You say that like I’m not already in position.” Emma said, quickly wiping away a section of the city below with her toes to clear a space, then plopped her hefty ass into the earth. She lifted one bare foot high into the sky, and brought it close enough to press into the façade of the skyscraper in the center of the city. Close enough that her toes stretched over the top and smothered the tiny, bleeding woman writhing there in shadow.

“Alright. On three.” Sammy said, dropping onto the city herself with far less regard and instantly staining her bikini bottoms with the remains of over a dozen fleeing people. She followed Emma’s lead, raising a bare foot to the side of the building, and pressing her own sole into the outer façade. Only she also held onto the camcorder, careful to zoom in as tightly as she could manage on the squirming woman. She didn’t want to miss a single frame of what was about to happen.

“One.”

Both giantesses tensed up. The entire building rocked on its foundations. Anyone still inside during the entire ordeal had sensed something bad was about to happen when both giantesses pressed their dirtied soles into the outer walls, while Yoo could only curse into the sky, angry at the humiliating demise she was being forced to endure. She couldn’t even be granted a swift death, crushed under Sammy’s toes like a cigarette butt! Instead she had to wait, while pain seared her right leg, and this other, stupider, giantess helped.

“Two.”

Both gigantic bare feet pressed forward ever so slightly. Innumerable cracks formed all around the glass of the building’s outer shell. Sparkling shards rained from high above onto the streets below, while the rooms with broken windows were quickly filled with the pliant flesh of the giantess’s feet. Some people, realizing they were doomed, stopped trying to run. Resigned to go down with the building. Some even stopped to run their microscopic little fingers against Emma and Sammy’s feet. Though they were soft even to their tiny touches, the sheer mass they carried behind them would pulverize absolutely every single thing in their path.

Yoo clutched her leg. She sat up on the rooftop, and looked to either side. As a trained agent she could have gotten her way out of most any situation, but this one seemed to have been tailor made to be inescapable. To her right was the tanned giantess’s toes, wiggling eagerly as if they could sense the apprehension of the future tiny victim on the rooftop. To her left was Sammy, her nemesis. She could see the giantess’s pale skin flush pink with excitement while that steady, unblinking eye of the camcorder recorded her final moments.

“One!”

Yoo raised one hand. Her middle finger extended. She pointed it straight at the camcorder.

A split-second later, both Emma and Sammy’s bare soles smashed into the building. Offices, buildings, bedrooms, people, furniture, and construction materials alike all fell prey to the assault from the giantess’s feet. Twisting metal complimented the slight ticklish sensation that the building provided as it broke apart under the giantess’s bare soles.

Emma was thorough in her movements. With a soft slap she felt her sole rub into Sammy’s, and twisted her toes from side to side after, making sure that on the off-chance anything caught between them held on by a thread it would be rubbed out of existence. She had to stifle a giggle from how silly it all felt, to crush something so big, mighty, and sturdy under just a foot.

Sammy was more efficient. She used more of her considerable strength to press her sole into Emma’s once they’d made contact. If anything from her end had survived it would have been pulverized into mush a split second later. A sadistic grin formed on the giantess’s face, while she made sure to keep the lens focused on the building.

Neither of them was sure which had ultimately crushed Yoo. It didn’t really matter, as there was no way she could have survived the combined pressure of more than a thousand tons of overbearing feet coming for her at the exact same moment. A sense of fulfillment coursed through Sammy’s entire body. She felt as though a great injustice had been righted at that very moment.

Emma, on the other hand, could only shrug her shoulders. She wasn’t the one who had a personal history with the woman, so she meant exactly as much to her as the rest of these innumerable people populating the city did. A small, fun thing to crush and nothing more.

“That was… that was cool.” Sammy said, stopping the camera, and looking down at it with wonder. She would treasure this video for some time.

“Yeah. Uh. Can we finish up the country now?”

Sammy smiled. And nodded.