In this Chapter:  A series of different POVs both big and small. 

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Tiny POV.  Feet.  Ass.  Pussy.  Crush.   

Kristen – 35   Madelyn – 6

Florida, USA

              Kristen couldn’t help but smile wide, holding up her phone and happily snapping a few pictures of a gleaming Madelyn.  Her daughter riddled with excitement as she hugged her favorite princess portrayed by a lovely young actress endowed with perfect makeup and costume to match Madelyn’s beloved animated movie.  Kristen and Madelyn had been enjoying their vacation away from home, away from school, away from work…away from the tinies…

              The weather was much warmer than Lakeside, an escape from the cold winter felt amazing as the mother daughter pair continued their adventure through the crowded amusement park.  Kristen swollen with a profound sense of happiness and relief, watching the light of her life as Madelyn ran up to another princess surrounded by a group of other fanatically screaming children.

              After a few rides, Madelyn was feeling hungry, Kristen taking her to a small and cutely themed café, buying some food as Kristen resisted the urge to order an alcoholic beverage, instead asking for a dessert.  The prices for the food were ridiculous enough, let alone the entire trip, but Kristen was earning more than enough to spoil herself and Madelyn, barring if she didn’t lose a little extra fun money if her ex was successful in restructuring child support payments.

              Kristen’s phone buzzed, reaching into her purse to check the message while Madelyn ate her plate of food.  “Hey, there’s like something wrong with one of the little cities…” Kristen read the cryptic message form Ginny as Kristen closed her eyes and frustratingly sighed, not wanting to deal with the tiny drama at all.  Wanting that 25-dollar fruity cocktail more than ever at that moment, but General Werth was right, drinking wasn’t helping Kristen’s life, she wanted to change her habits, regretting stepping on the poor tiny man out of rage, drunk with both power and booze…

              “Okay, just, help the city I guess?” Kristen dismissively messaged back, “I love you, Ginny, but please… I don’t want to think about tiny drama right now…” Kristen mumbled under her breath before slipping her phone back into her purse. 

              “Huh, mommy?” Madelyn said between bites of her food.

              “Uh uh… you know not to talk when your mouth is full” Kristen corrected Madelyn as Maddy quickly closed her mouth and chewed.  Kristen sighed again, taking a few bites of her own food as she watched the still excited and happy Madelyn bouncing her legs up and down in the chair. 

              The future was about her, everything Kristen was doing was for Madelyn… her career, the house… but the tinies, the little people… all of them were just… background characters.  Kristen thought about the last 6 years of being their caretaker, to some, their goddess, but this vacation… her anger issues, her near constant drinking…

              Kristen wanted a tighter control on her life, her actions, her own happiness, on Madelyn’s happiness… on Madely’s future.  Mulling it over in her mind as she went silent, the stress returning.  Was she doing too much, was she treating the tiny people too harshly… now Madelyn’s babysitter might know, who else would intrude on her life in the future?  Why the fuck did her ex have to show up at that bar?  Why do the tiny people have so many problems, why can’t they just listen to her… why couldn’t they just behave better? 

              She slid another sweet chunk of brownie and ice cream into her mouth as she fluttered her eyes, looking up and returning a closed lipped smile toward Madelyn who was almost done with her plate. 

              No, it’s about her, it will always be, I need to be a good mom, Kristen thought.  Changes needed to be made, for everything, Kristen’s life first and foremost, but changes for the tiny people too.  The foundation was already there, the people were subservient enough, but did they need extra dictation?  A more nurturing approach?  Perhaps a firmer grip and stricter rules?

              Kristen realized she wasn’t just raising a daughter, but she was raising an entire population of micro and nano people for Madelyn to discover at some point in her life.  Kristen didn’t want to move, she didn’t want someone else taking her house, her people…

              It was inevitable, Madelyn was going to know about them… to see them, the tinies future was Madelyn’s future.  Kristen slurped up another scoop of her sweets.  Limiting her drinking was going to be tough, building a culture for the tinies surrounding Madelyn’s future was going to be tough, but Kristen wanted to at least have fun doing it… I deserve it, Kristen thought.

              Images came rushing through her mind, she was going to teach them respect, teach them how to better serve, how to comminate effectively, how to have fun, how to laugh, how to listen.  Turn them into a real civilization for Madelyn to maybe one day rule over herself.  Of course, Maddy was too young for now… Kristen had time, plenty of time for herself to enjoy building what she was envisioning. 

              But how young was too young… Kristen’s mind was torn.  Should she let Madelyn see them earlier rather than later, perhaps as a teenager, get Madelyn accustomed to them being around in her life so it wasn’t as strange.  It was only a matter of time before Madelyn would start to ask pressing questions about the two rooms always being locked anyway. 

Kristen feeling bad, a normal life wasn’t going to be an option anymore for Madelyn.  Was Madelyn going to grow up too spoiled?  Was she going to need a father figure?  Did Kristen need to take dating seriously and find a potential stepdad, a partner and lover for herself?  No... strong women raise strong women, right?  Kristen clanking her spoon on the plate a few times, worry obviously coursing through her mind.

Fuck, maybe Leslie would know what to do?  Would a teenaged Madelyn tell everyone at school, her teachers?  Keysha’s daughter Yvonne?  They seemed to be becoming little best friends… ugh… Kristen wanted Madelyn to grow up with confidence to preside over the tiny people who occupied the same home, not be met with shock and hostility, not only from the tiny people, but hostility toward her own mother for keeping such a big secret her whole life. 

Those problem were years away though, Kristen reminded herself.  Gritting her teeth some, feeling a little surge of anger in her mind and body, trying to take her thoughts away back to the special vacation she was sharing with her precious daughter.  Kristen took a death breath, her eyes drifting back towards the wine menu, instead she shook her head and took her last bite of the melting chocolaty treat. 

“Come on, Maddy girl!  Let’s go meet some more princesses!” Kristen exclaimed as Madelyn jumped up from her chair and cheered. 

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Vero Nyla – 47

Braithe

              “You think I care about that?  She wants them cleaned by the time she gets back and so do I” Nyla sternly said into her microphone.  Sat within her modern tower in the middle of Braithe near the corner of the wall of Kristen’s massive room, the tower overlooking the city and its people from high above.  Nyla savoring her life of luxury, her hands adorned with rings, her hair perfectly fixed up by a personal stylist, an army of servants at her beckoning call.  Nyla thankful for her second chance, praising Kristen for allowing her life to continue. 

Looking out of the window, the heart of downtown sprinkled with citizens going about their day, the trains running on time, and the local economy bustling due to the flow of money into the city from Kristen’s footwear being an attractor of both high paying jobs and tourism. 

              Kirsten’s white leather slide sandals in the far distance as Nyla went about her main responsibility of supervising the cleaning of Kristen’s shoes, seeing thousands of dots all over the white leather from the toes to the heels, as well as the gigantic straps above. 

The monitors all around Nyla showing the cameras affixed to the workers and managers inside of the sandal, the people scrubbing away Kristen’s oily residue and dead skin, polishing every little section to perfection.  Hundreds more atop the straps shining and buffing the decorative golden buckles until they glimmered.      

              “You should at least try to get us better equipment is all I’m saying… people keep getting sick every time they work on these… things” the annoyed voice of one of the cleaning managers responded.  Nyla grumbled at her desk, “I expected more toughness from the woman who once threatened to kill the goddess’ daughter… you’re gonna get what you deserve one day…” the manager’s deep voice said. 

              Nyla’s eyes widened as she threw off her headset, slamming it into the desk and breaking it.  “Ah!” Nyla screamed as she stood up and clenched her fists, her face turning red, her hair frayed down her shoulders as she twisted and shook.  Nyla breathing slowly as she calmed herself down and splayed her fingers a few times, straightening up her hair and fixing her expensive suit before she leaned over her desk and pressed a button, “can you please send someone up with a new microphone?” Nyla politely asked. 

              A few minutes later, Nyla’s favorite butler entered her grand presidential tower with a new headset.  The younger, well-built man seemed a little sheepish as he placed the headset down on the desk.  Nyla had been using him for personal favors for a while now, having him go down on her, having him sleep with her over and over, he was Nyla’s personal boy toy, almost never really getting a break as he was under her thumb at all times. 

              Nyla quicky needing a stress reliever after her little outburst, “take it off, slow, you know what to do…” Nyla said as she sat at her chair and widened her legs, her skirt spreading, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  The younger man started to pull at his collared shirt before he stopped and looked toward the floor.

              “No… no… I’m not doing this anymore… I have a girlfriend…” the young man said, rejecting Nyla’s command as she tilted her head and crossed her leg over the other, starting to dangle her foot as her face turned into a scowl.

              “You never mentioned that you had a girlfriend… Is she safe?” Nyla asked, raising her brow. 

              “Is anybody that lives in this room really ever… safe?” the young man said.  Nyla curled her tongue around in her mouth before she turned to her computer, her presidential authority having certain privileges as she searched up the butler by name. 

              “Heather… that’s your girlfriend’s name?” Nyla asked. 

              “Uhh… yeah?” he muttered confused.  Nyla entering a few commands into her computer before she turned around and rested her elbows on the armrests. 

              “One last chance… honor your promise…” Nyla said as she spread her legs once more, the thin, aging woman rearing her head back with satisfaction.

              “No, find someone else…” he said as he straightened back out his shirt. 

              “That’s a shame…” Nyla said as she turned and hit a few more keys.  Only a moment later did four burly men come into Nyla’s quarters and drag the ex-butler away as he screamed and tried to fight.  Nyla sighing as the doors closed and locked, leaving her alone in her luxurious space. 

              An hour later, Nyla could see a helicopter flying out from Braithe towards Kristen’s miles long sandals.  Nyla smirking as she could see in the monitors that her ex-butler and his girlfriend were given cleaning equipment and sent to the toes to scrub the thick blackened residue of oil and dead skin from their goddess. 

              Not soon after, the girlfriend was crying, coughing, and covered in black tar from head to toe as if she had worked in coal mine as Nyla cracked her neck and went back to her headset.  “Manager 31… I’ll see what I can do about better equipment, but if you say something like that to me again, you’ll be going to prison and reporting your insubordination to the goddess yourself…” Nyla spoke.

              “Yes, ma’am…” the manager’s defeated voice quickly responded. 

              Nyla curled her lips as she looked over at a few other monitors showing different screens of cameras around Braithe.  Her presidential duties were easy compared to her life before the storms in Epsilon and Braithe was almost in total prosperity.  The people of Braithe were mostly happy too, well, as happy as they could be in their situation, everyone apart from those shown to Nyla in one of the city’s cameras especially. 

              Nyla smiled as she was presented with a few angles of a prison with highly paid guards surrounding the concrete building, those inside were people who had shown signs of insubordination towards cleaning Kristen’s massive footwear.  Nyla getting off on her near total control of Braithe and the city’s people, but the time would soon come for Nyla to offer up her gift to the goddess who had given her a second chance.

              She pleasantly hummed to herself as she reached for her phone, “hey, hon…” Nyla chirped with a smile, twirling around in her chair, speaking to her husband and son, checking up on them over in Epsilon City.  “Of course you two can visit!” Nyla said with excitement, already arranging a private train to pick up her family she had rarely been able to see since taking over Braithe. 

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Servitus

              My therapist seemed really happy that I’m continuing to write in my journal, it’s helped me, I think… I’m doing well in school…I’m still stocking supplies…  I feel a little more hopeful these days, less grim and depressed, or at least, maybe a little more desensitized to seeing my fellow humans beings flattened under a pair of gigantic feet or shoved into a gigantic cunt… but hey, that’s just our lives now, right?

On the brighter side, my fiancée and I talk about our wedding every day and we both seem to be only getting more excited by the minute.  She’s been in Talem that last few days helping install infrastructure stabilizations, but I get to see her tonight.  I also think we’re going to do it… we’re gonna get married in Serenity by the golden leg of the goddess’ throne.  We’ll have an entirely golden backdrop as our venue, it’s going to be so beautiful. 

              But… my therapist asked me a question that honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about incessantly.  I’ve expressed my hatred towards Kristen many times… sorry…towards the goddess… I hate her so much, until… “What if your fiancée was in Kristen’s position?”

 I fucking hated thinking about it.  There’s no way the sweetest woman I’ve ever met in my entire life would act like that fucking towering bitch.  To kill so many, to use us like toys for her little power trip… to use a fucking doll to humiliate us… Servitus has been taking in refugees all week from Sole City after that… we have a new guy working at the store with me, he saw his wife get stepped on by the doll… I can’t imagine… he doesn’t say much…

              I heard of some people committing suicide, even in the last few days since Kristen went on vacation.  They didn’t want to live in her world anymore, they couldn’t take it, wanting to go out on their own terms.  I respect it, I don’t judge them, I’m not brave enough to do it…

I just know my fiancée would treat us so much better if she was the one who was… up there… of course as I’m writing this entry, I’m staring out of my bedroom window towards the goddess’ friend Ginny occupying the black throne instead.  She’s watching over us right now while our precious goddess is away… thankfully she hasn’t done anything to us yet but…

              Ginny always seemed… unpredictable.  I still remember very vividly when she stepped on that entire city in between Luxury and Serenity.  I couldn’t even think of my amazing future wife with her cute smile, her curly hair… her perfect freckles… doing that to an entire city… smashing people like they were nothing… or… maybe that’s just what absolute power does to someone… maybe over a long enough period of time, my sweet angel wouldn’t care either.  No, I can’t think about that, why did my fucking therapist have to ask that…

              I just… want her to come home… I just want to see her in her wedding dress…

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Justyna – 37  Niko – 30

Bervic Bunker, West Ostrov

              “It’s only been three days… we’ll be alright…” Justyna said with a tender tone, holding Niko’s hand.

              “No, I just… I really hate feeling stuck.  Closed spaces like this make me… we… we need to get out of here soon” Niko said with obvious anxiety in his voice.  The two lovers walking around the old and dusty bunker, the emergency lighting a glowed a dim red, empty boxes of expired food rations scattered around the living quarters along with empty bottles of water. 

              “I know… they said they’re digging night and day nonstop…” Justyna said as they turned the corner into a small metallic and darker room. 

              “I just don’t understand how one string of Ginny’s…” Niko hesitated.

              “What?  Her cum?  Say it, we live in this reality… we need to normalize it” Justyna said, curling her lips to the side almost embarrassed as Niko huffed.   

              “Her cum submerged us several hundred feet deep…and it’s hardened… it’s like digging through an entire mountain of solid stone” Niko mumbled.

              “We’re lucky those old computers still had a connection to the palace… otherwise… I don’t think anybody would know we were down here…” Justyna said, hugging onto Niko’s shoulder.  Niko reached out and turned a small valve, a metallic clanking and groan sounding through the wall as the rusty shower head above sputtered a dark brown water from the spouts. 

              The water pouring out remained a dark brown for a few minutes, the pair hoping it would clarify, but it didn’t.  “Can you boil rusty water?” Niko asked. 

              “I wouldn’t…” Justyna said. 

              “That only leaves us with a few more days of water if we really ration it…” Niko said with a bit of dejection as he looked toward the floor and hugged himself, breathing a little faster as he was growing more anxious of being trapped in the cramped bunker.   

              “They won’t let us die… but… I need to at least let Kristen know there’s… a chance that…” Justyna said with a sadness in her voice. 

              “No, don’t even say it, you’re not dying down here… you’re gonna take my water” Niko said as Justyna smiled and shook her head, grabbing Niko’s hand and guiding him out of the deteriorated shower room back to the living quarters where they had fashioned pillows and blankets together on the floor.   

              “You’re not giving me your water… it’s you and me… or nobody…” Justyna said as Niko sadly nodded his head.  “Now… let’s try to get your mind off things…” Justyna smirked as she started to unbutton her jacket, Niko’s saddened look turning to a subtle grin.   

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Luka

              Luka had the privilege of living through many years within the might of Ostrov on his world.  The space program, the global military dominance, the government, and economy that brought a prosperity to billions of people across the planet, an era of peace and human cooperation that was thought impossible.  Luka believed in a strong Ostrov, a united Ostrov… of course, it all changed with Kristen showed up, stomping into his homeland with her bulging pregnant belly on that fatefully terrible first night after the storms. 

              Over the years, he watched helplessly from his home in the countryside, witnessing the untold destruction and death that ravaged millions of innocent people.  He then watched as the giantess cleaved his country into two, splitting East from West with her pink yoga mat.  Luka had lived in what was now the East almost his whole life.  Luka enjoying a simple life as humble auto mechanic who mostly kept to himself and loved his family and friends, at least, what was a once upon a time. 

Slowly but surely as he lost hope for returning back to his home world, he grew angry and defeated after seeing millions crushed into nothing but red stains, drowned in breast milk, stomped under heels, flattened by a finger… he began to harbor his resentment towards not only the giantesses, but the prime minister who seemed to do nothing about the pain and anguish the Ostrovians were feeling every day. 

              Justyna was useless, she was appeasing these monsters, giving them whatever they wanted for almost nothing in return.  These horrific giant beasts who would come and go as they please, killing and stepping on us if they felt like it without any consequence.  Luka losing his mother and father years ago when Kristen’s sister Leslie has stepped onto a city with her cheetah high heel.  Unable to shake the memory from his dreams, watching the bottom of Leslie’s heel impact the city where they lived, the buildings crumbling into puffs of dust...   

              Losing his older brother when the brown-skinned and young giantess babysitter stepped into West Ostrov at random.  Fuck them all.  Luka started to listen to the people who were organizing an uprising, to take the fight to the giants.  Luka all alone, would rather fight the giants than just wait to be crushed.  Living in a permanent state of paranoia as it could happen at any time.  It’s what the old Prime Minister would have wanted, but he was a coward and took the easy way out before times got hard, leaving his power to his incompetent daughter. 

              He joined the resistance as soon as it became an available option.  His skillset landed him assigned to a supply truck, but he took every opportunity to grab his rifle and march with the grunts, wanting action, wanting to take down Justyna himself and unite the country to fight against Kristen and her giant cronies.  Luka had spent weeks helping take over smaller towns across the East, recruiting more people, and itching for more action the more the resistance succeeded. 

              Kristen had announced her vacation, it was time, the East and the defected leaders from Justyna’s cabinet ordered the resistance to move upon Bervic, only with the knowledge that the key to turn the fight around was located in the hills and mountains behind the city. 

              Everything quickly became a blur as his truck drove forward across the pink desert that expanded for miles in every direction.  A massive shadow high above him but he didn’t dare look up, his adrenaline pumping, seeing half his column get taken out under Ginny’s bare heel. 

Her pale skin sinking and compressing into the mat, taking up the entire horizon, seeing thousands of people disappear underneath before her foot lifted to the heavens, he started to lose his vision almost from the panic.  The next thing Luka realized was that he was shooting his rifle at a bunch of normal looking people while in the shadow of a woman riding her purple toy miles above him.

The only thing louder than his rifle snaps were the booming moans of Ginny high above.  His commanders yelling at him to shoot everything, seeing what looked like regular people holding guns get ripped apart by explosions and bullets before they started to retreat, and the rebellion could finally advance towards the hills beyond the city after the unexpected delay of urban combat.

              Then it all went black, feeling an immense pressure against his body as he suddenly couldn’t breathe.  He was choking, thrashing at a sticky white substance engulfing him as he looked up to see a gigantic purple monolith descending toward him.  He swam, clawed, and crawled his way up to a place where he could breathe, wiping his eyes of the sticky and warm goop ensnaring the rest of his body before he screamed along with thousands of others who also appeared trapped in the thick liquid. 

 He could feel the rest of the air robbed from his lungs as he was pulled into the sky at lightning speeds.  His lower body was still stuck, the slimy white wall behind him keeping him in place as his hair whipped with the upward motion, unable to free himself as he struggled to both writhe and breathe.  Up above was a purple tower that seemed to go on forever, above that even further was a humid pale brown hole only growing bigger and bigger to the point where it seemed to be larger than the sky itself.

The lighter brown skin sunk inward, surrounded with folds and creases as the top of the tower penetrated the hole and started to spread the skin outward as a heavy moan erupted overhead, nearly deafening Luka.  He could see up above other people that were part of the resistance began to smear against the inside of her sphincter as the purple tower continued to be pushed into the giantess.  Hearing the screams of horror as their bodies squished into the tight skin wrapping around the toy. 

Luka closing his eyes, thinking he was going to suffer the same fate, but suddenly it was dark, luckily stuck in a rib indented into the purple tower as the skin folded around the rib and his body instead with much room to spare, his nano body in comparison less than a speck upon the planet sized toy. 

The first thing he noticed was the smell and the intense heat, then he realized how dark it was within the endless humid cavern.  His eyes adjusting slowly as the tower only seemed to be penetrating farther within and rubbing against the darker pink skin, it was slimy, gushing, the noises were horrific.  The smell was atrocious as he couldn’t really free his arms to cover his nose, smelling of shit and acridness.  Sweat started to seep from his head as the temperature was already unbearable.    

              The slimy skin whirring in his dark vision up and down with rapid speed as her could her a thunderous moan from within her cavern.  Still trying to break free, until he saw someone beside him break free from the cum, their body splattering against the inside of her ass as the toy slid upward.  Luka realizing that it was probably better to stay in place until the toy stopped pumping up and down within her hot ass.

              The motion of going up and down upset his stomach, combined with the horrific smell of her insides, Luka couldn’t hold it, losing his breakfast with a heave as tens of thousands of others did as well.  The toy seemed to be slowing down after a few unbearable nauseating minutes.  He could see a small bright light below as the toy seemed to be being slowly pulled out.  Luka thinking quick as she mustered all of his might to break away from the drying cum pinning him in place, if he timed it just right then maybe…

              Luka broke free just as the toy escaped the rapidly tightening asshole.  Falling into a soft, warm pink fold that seemed to be moving.  The folds of her anus closing pulling Luka inward as he was helplessly fighting the muscles constricting around him as the light was vanishing. 

              Then it stopped, a low rumble followed as Luka looked around and picked himself up.  He was now trapped within her ass, the hole was closed beneath him, the slimy skin beneath him was like walking through a bog, the smell made his eyes water, nearly puking again as he ran into another huge fold of slimy pink skin that he was unable to scale. 

              Stuck between immense slimy canyons of folds thousands of feet high with nowhere to go, forced to bear the quakes of her footsteps a hundred miles beneath.  Luka had seen the might of Ostrov at its peak, all he wanted was to restore the respect of his people… bouncing and flailing around the massive and gargantuan folds of pink skin with who knew how many thousands of others trapped all around him. 

              Suddenly, he could feel himself falling, the air robbed from his lungs once again, he gently lifted from the folds as if floating, almost feeling like he could feel himself fly before he heard a massive whomp below… Ginny sitting down as his body crashed back into the canyons of flesh and muscle, screaming out his pain as he could feel his legs and lower body mangled and broken, unable to move… now all he could do was wait in severe pain and anguish, breathing in the hot, putrid air. 

              It was only a matter of time before she had to pass gas, being so close to the opening of her ass, it would surely kill him… even if she managed to hold it, surely, he would be pushed out in other ways to his doom… Luka took another agonizing breath of the hot air before he started to cry…

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Cameron – 24  Parker – 25

Queenstown

              “The streets seem so empty…” Parker said, a bit of trepidation in her voice.

              “Fuck them… let them go to her…” Cameron dismissed.  The pair in the middle of a training learning how to shoot weapons, the class sat on the ground underneath a few tent canopies and a makeshift shooting range nearby.  The class being held outside near downtown under reconstruction, Queenstown of course near the base of the massive door looming overhead. 

              The same door that Ginny had been keeping open while she was “babysitting” the tiny people.  The class was limited to only a few dozen cadets at a time, and all the construction workers had left Queenstown, leaving the city eerily quiet and empty feeling. 

All the workers had boarded onto the trains earlier that day, packing the cars with people who saw Ginny as the real living god, leaving Queenstown empty apart from just students in other trainings, academy instructors, and a few officers of the recently deceased General Werth’s military trying to pick up the pieces of Kristen’s rageful outburst. 

              The gigantic door had been open for a mouth-watering amount of time though, something Kristen had never done before.  Many people thought of escape, but many rationalized that it was most likely futile.  What could one do beyond the door?  Survive the rest of their lives in Kristen’s massive house?  It would take weeks or months to even walk to Kristen’s front door, then what?  Go outside?  Get eaten by an insect?  Die in the cold?  Hope a random passerby saved them?  Or turn around, live under a piece of furniture?  Scrounge for a scrap of food or a drop of water?  Waiting to be crushed or stepped on at any given moment by Kristen or someone else? 

Everyone knew what happened to those people who tried to dig through the walls too, getting ruthlessly squished by Kristen wasn’t the most appealing option, that whole fiasco leading to having the meetings in the first place… but Cameron turned away from the view of the door and his fantasies of escape, instead listening to the instructor go over techniques of handling a firearm. 

Parker tuning out the instructor’s words as he picked up the gun and explained the various pieces, instead her mind was on other things, wondering when her goddess would get back, fantasizing about seeing her body looming over Queenstown again, “Paker!  Answer the question!” her attention was cut short, her daydream ruined. 

“Charging handle…” Camron whispered as subtly as he could, sat behind Parker.

“Charing handle?” Parker said, a lack of confidence in her answer. 

“Very good, be more confident in your answers!  So, like I explained last class, you pull this and…” the instructor continued his lesson as Parker turned and nodded her thanks to Cameron who smirked. 

Something else was on her mind though… it was the talk of the academy, the face of a strange woman in the window across the room.  She had peeked through the window, a golden badge upon her chest, a black uniform that seemed padded with protection, only catching a glimpse of her.  All the students couldn’t stop mentioning it, of course, Ginny had the blinds closed since then, wanting to avoid being seen by any of the workers who were responsible for digging in the backyard for Kristen’s pool. 

The pool being something that people across the cities seemed excited about, thinking maybe it would take away Kristen’s attention, spending more time away from the denizens of her room, therefore, sparing more people from being stepped on or played with, hopefully. 

“Oh shit!  They’re going for it!” one of the students in the class yelled as he pointed up, interrupting the instructor as he himself looked upward.  A passenger plane overhead was racing toward the open door, heading for escape, the low roar of the jets flying directly over Queenstown.  Cameron watching on in wonder, almost smiling as Parker slipped back into her daydream, all the while Ginny was sitting on the throne across the room without the feintest clue of the escaping airliner. 

“Go you bastard, go!” another student shouted as the cadets all started cheering and clapping.  The plane turning over Queenstown, flying in almost slow motion before it started to slowly tilt and fly through the doorway a few miles away and out of view as even the instructor was enthralled and quiet.

“Wow…someone actually got through…” Camerom mumbled.  The instructor clearing his throat and getting everyone’s attention back for a few minutes as he continued on his lecture for a few more boring minutes as the instructor could tell most of the students were just eager to shoot at the half-crushed cars and scraps of metal set up down the street for target practice.    

 Suddenly there was a low rumble, cutting off the resumption of the class.  A moment later, an officer formerly under the command of General Werth came running up to the class, the younger man out of breath, “something’s coming… the plane that just left… they radioed us… said they could see something moving toward the city…” he said between heaving breaths.  Another tiny rumble sounded across Queenstown as the cadets looked around confused. 

Cameron reaching down and helping Parker up from the ground.  “What’s going on?” Parker anxiously asked.

“I don’t see anything…” Cameron said.  The officer walking up to the lead instructor, whispering a few things into his ear, only raising the anxiety of the clueless cadets. 

“Don’t worry guys, Servitus is sending a small task group to take care of a little problem… let’s just get back to-“ the instructor began to say before there was a sudden explosion in the distance beyond the still standing buildings of Queenstown.  The puff of orange turning to black smoke wafting upward.  The explosion a few miles away, but still sounding loud.

A few war planes from Servitus that hadn’t been seen since the first weeks of being teleported to Kristen’s room were flying overhead.  The white ceiling the backdrop of their sky as Cameron could pick out the dark grey war planes circling above the city a few thousand feet up, “what the fuck…” Cameron mumbled before there was another massive explosion down the street between a few buildings under construction.  The cadets all looking around for answers as they started to stand up and back away from the tents.    

“Goddess help us…” Parker mumbled as Cameron looked at her with an annoyed expression.  Then he saw it, apparently the digging in the backyard had disturbed a few nearby nests, up ahead was a multi hundred-foot-tall red ant, it’s feelers plowing through a building with ease, turning the foundation to chunks of debris and grey dust.  The insect’s feelers behaving erratically and unpredictable as it changed its direction multiple times every few seconds.

Its shiny black eyes were huge, soulless, and terrifying, its carapace massive and looked like a deep red armor, it’s legs long and covered in spikes and tiny hairs that appeared sharp to the touch.  It had to be at least 400 or more feet tall and the same length long.  It’s six legs bulldozed cars, plowing through cranes, and flattening construction equipment as it skittishly crawled around in unpredictable patterns tearing apart the landscape without care. 

Another explosion rang out as the war planes circled above, but the cannons kept missing as the huge movements of the ant were too unpredictable, the shells impacting the streets as the cadets started to run in a panic.  “We gotta go!” Cameron yelled at Parker, but she already had something else in mind, “no, you asshole, don’t do it!” Cameron yelled again as he saw Parker running straight for the table with all the rifles laid atop, stuffing as much of the ammo magazines into her pockets as she could.

“Fuck!” Cameron yelled as he followed suit, picking up a rifle and loading it. 

“What are you doing?!  Get out of here!  You don’t even know how to use that yet!” the instructor yelled as he himself was already trying to scuttle away.  The older instructor jogging to his jeep along with a few other cadets who were desperate to get out of the streets. 

“We’re not heroes you psycho” Cameron said as he saw Parker struggling to load the magazine into the rifle.    

“I don’t care, I’m doing this for the goddess” Parker said as she finally got it to lock into the bottom of the gun.  The out of breath officer on his radio trying to direct the planes overheard to more accurate salvos of their cannons as the red ant plowed through the bottom of another building, spewing out grey dust and smoke.   

              “Can you think straight for five minutes?  You’re really going to fight a giant ant for Kristen who doesn’t even know you exist?” Cameron said as Parker’s face turned to anger. 

              “I’m sorry you don’t believe in anything!” Parker yelled as she ran off to the street. 

              Cameron rubbed his face a few times in frustration, gritting his teeth and trying to breathe calmly as the officer screamed coordinates into the radio, looking at his phone over and over again.  Cameron caught in two minds while he grew increasingly angrier, “ah!” he grunted before reaching back down and picking up his gun.  Cameron saw Parker running off down the street in the distance toward the ant who seemed to be circling around the same area of the city, its feelers digging up the ground and decimated everything beneath it. 

              Cameron debated running after her, was she really his only friend, was it someone who he still had a crush on or was she a fanatic who was too obsessed with Kristen and he should leave her alone to die while he ran back to the academy for shelter… his mind spinning as another explosion could be heard and felt, unaware if it had hit the invading insect or not. 

All Cameron knew was that he was all alone in the world of Kristen’s room… holding his rifle between his arms and running down the street after Parker.  “I’m calling it in closer, don’t go out there!” the officer on the radio yelled out as Cameron ignored him, eventually catching up with Parker who was hiding behind a construction truck. 

A few hundred yards down the street was the ant crawling all over the streets, its head and legs pivoting erratically as it scouted for sustenance for the nest it belonged to.  It was imperative that the ant died, otherwise an invasion from the main nest could occur.  Parker knew this, ignoring an approaching Cameron as she leaned around the truck and attempted to shoot at the ant, met with a metallic click, the rifle not firing. 

The ant turned and skittered around as an explosion hit directly atop its thorax, it seemed to be approaching Cameron and Parker’s area of the city as their hearts sank, but the ant suddenly turned and started to circle around once more, destroying a few more buildings under construction and knocking over more cranes as they slammed into the city with a plume of smoke. 

“Here…” Cameron said as he leaned over and switched the safety off the rifle.  Parker nodding before she leaned around the truck and fired a shot.  The loud bang scared her, her ears ringing as she screamed.  Cameron holding his own ears, never hearing a gun fire that close before.  “Fuck!” Cameron yelled.  Parker turned back, and instead focused, shooting her rifle again and again, her bullets impacting the ant, but it was hardly making a dent, Cameron shooting his own rifle on the other side of the truck.   

Their ears ringing, unable to hear anything else, but they could see another orange fireball erupt as it hit the streets around the ant, causing the insect to turn and turn around without knowing where it wanted to go, the explosion nearly threw the pair to the ground as it was so close.  Cameron reached out and grabbed Parker by the shoulder to turn her around, tears in her eyes and streaming down her reddened cheeks as Cameron realized she was just as scared as he was. 

“Let’s go!” Cameron yelled, but Parker could barely make out the words he said, reading his lips instead as she agreed.  Throwing down their guns and running back as fast as they could as a deep rumble followed behind them…

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Ginny – 36

              “Ooo… what’s this?” Ginny curiously questioned as she looked over the edge of the black and gold chair in the micro room, dressed in a comfortable loose shirt and tight leggings, her bare feet resting outside of Serentiy and Luxury.  Ginny had been relaxingly working on her laptop in the dimly lit room while she watched over the micros, but she had felt a few little tickles on the front of her toes as she noticed swarm of micros were approaching the fronts of her feet.   

              “Aww… are you guys my little worshippers coming to see me?” Ginny asked in a cute tone as she giggled and went back to typing on her laptop for a few minutes.  Ginny pressing a few more buttons to send a work email before shutting her laptop and placing it on the small table next to the throne.

              Ginny smiling as she leaned over the chair to see thousands and thousands of tiny dots all swarming in front of her feet, they were seemingly even more fanatic than her little bathroom people that she bathed away earlier in the week. 

A few of the dots were right underneath her toes, she could feel the littlest sensation of her toes being touched and rubbed, but the tickles caused her to scrunch her toes up from the delicacy of their touches.  Ginny seeing a few streaks of red smear across the floor as her toes retracted inward.  “Oops… I’m sorry!” Ginny loudly whispered, but the remaining specks remained in place and still buzzed around her toes despite the casualties. 

              “How about I take a few of you back home with me?  Does that sound good?” Ginny said in a cutesy, almost baby voice.  She could see the dots circling around, almost frantic at her suggestion.  They were still heading toward her toes, although rather slowly as she tried to relax, allowing her little worshippers to rub the fronts of her toes, thinking how amazing it was for them to be able to finally touch their goddess as she smirked and reared her head back in pleasure. 

              Ginny tightening the muscles in her lower body as she felt a surge of arousal, her pussy already getting a little wet just from the idea of the tiny people worshipping her down by the tips of her bare toes.  Ginny reaching down and rubbing her leggings between her thighs, “mmm…” Ginny moaned as she leaned back over, looking down and watching all the little people surround her dark purple nails before a sudden popping noise ruined her mood. 

              Ginny looked up to see a tiny orange puff shoot up from Queenstown by the open door.  Ginny tilted her head in confusion, removing her hand from between her legs and placing them carefully on the armrests instead as she curled her lips in bewilderment.  Another sudden puff of orange shot up and dissipated to a tiny cloud of black smoke above the tiny buildings.

              She reared over to the table to text Kristen, “Hey, there’s like something wrong with one of the little cities…” Ginny messaged.

              “Okay, just, help the city I guess?” Kristen’s response came a few seconds later.  Ginny needed to see what was going on, but she had hundreds of people all crawling between her toes.  Looking down noticing that the mass of dots was getting closer to her feet, some even wiggling themselves between her toes. 

              “Guys, get off, I gotta get up…” Ginny whispered down, but the micros kept getting closer over the next minute she granted them to listen to her command.  “Seriously, get away, I don’t want to squish you…” Ginny said with a more serious tone.  Ginny letting another minute pass as she anxiously kept looking up at Queenstown as yet another little puff of orange exploded in the half stepped-on city. 

              Ginny bit her lip and gripped her fingers onto the armrest tighter out of frustration, “do you not know how to listen to me, I said get off of my feet!” Ginny yelled out, the mass of dots stopping, but a few dozen kept throwing themselves in between her toes as she huffed and stood up anyway, feeling the tiny pops of the people squish underneath her feet and between her toes as she stepped over Serenity and up onto the pathways.  Leaving a small puddle of red splotches at the base of the throne, as well as a few red dots between the skin of her toes that she couldn’t see. 

              She quickly stepped up to Queenstown by the door, looking on from above as she saw a tiny red ant crawling around the buildings.  “Oh my god!” Ginny yelled out, she could see three little grey planes shooting at the ant and a few micros on the barren streets all scattering away from the quick moving insect. 

Ginny instinctively raised her foot over the city, angling her toes down to step on the ant, but quickly retracted her foot back onto the pathway, not wanting to ruin all the reconstruction of Queenstown that Kristen had been working on. 

              “Uhh…” Ginny hesitated, looking around for a solution, she quickly stepped out of the door and into the hallway, taking a few steps before her eyes caught a little glinting flying object at about her chest level.  “What the… what are you doing here?” Ginny said in shock as she spotted the tiny plane, hearing the squeaky buzzing of its engines. 

Ginny reached out and pinched the tiny jet between her fingers, attempting not to crush it, being as gentle with her grasp as possible as the plane’s wings exploded and collapsed off the fuselage, but keeping the rest mostly intact.  Ginny could see that the tail broke off, but unaware that a few dots fell out of the back, splattering atop her chest.  She walked the plane to the living room and sat the half-collapsed plane on the coffee table in front of the sofa, “stay there…” Ginny ordered as she turned and headed to the kitchen. 

              She dug through the kitchen cabinets looking for bug spray of some kind, reaching in and pulling out a purple can of insecticide, holding it up to her face to see a picture of a dead ant on the label.  “Wait…” Ginny mumbled to herself, thinking about if the spray would also kill the tiny people… they were even smaller than bug sized after all, they would surely suffocate, their lungs would burn and melt from the chemicals, “shit…” Ginny said as she placed the can back into the cupboard and walked back into the living room. 

              “Don’t think I’ll forget about you…” Ginny cryptically said as she pointed at the quarter inch destroyed plane smoking on the coffee table, striding past it on her way back into the micro room.  This time, Ginny closed the door behind her, not wanting anymore of the little real bugs to get inside.               

              She squatted down over Queenstown, the three little warplanes pulling up and away over her head to avoid Ginny’s body as Ginny stared down at the city, squinting her eyes in concentration as she spotted the little red ant as it walked by a small group of dots. 

              Ginny reached down and held out the underside of her nail, placing it in the middle of a street, a few buildings on either side of the road collapsing underneath Ginny’s finger as the ant crawled onto her digit with almost no effort.  Ginny smiling as it worked so much easier than she thought it was going to be.  Pushing herself up to her full height as the ant quickly crawled down her finger. 

              Suddenly she could feel a burning sensation as the ant stopped, “ah!  Ah… you bitch…” Ginny grumbled in pain as the red ant started to sting her, Ginny quickly pinching the ant to death with her other hand and rubbing her fingers together, mashing the ant into a mushed-up pile of its former self. 

              “Ah…” Ginny grumbled again in pain as she saw a little white blister forming on the skin of her porcelain finger.  “You see what I have to go through to save you all?” Ginny spoke to the micros, holding out her hand to show the micros before she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her…

              “Dammit…” Ginny said as she went back into the kitchen and washed her hands.  “It’s okay, Kristen comes back tomorrow, and I don’t have to deal with anymore gross bugs…” Ginny mumbled, drying her hands before looking through the cabinets for a small bowl…

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Kristen

              The low hum of the airplane’s engines sounded throughout the cabin; the lights dimmed as the air stewards were just starting their drink service.  Madelyn with her headphones on and watching her favorite princess movie on her tablet, barely making a peep, a poster child for perfect behavior.  Kirsten sat next to Madelyn, Kristen herself at the window seat staring out toward the ground passing by underneath several miles below. 

It was strange seeing the tiny landscape from the perspective of the plane window, something she was used to seeing in her two rooms back at home, but for some reason it made her feel small being all the way up in the sky aboard the plane not being able to reach out and pick up a little crystalline building from the ground like she could do in her back rooms.  The real world was the real world, her influence over people’s lives confined to two rooms in a suburban household. 

Instead, Kristen nuzzled up next to the wall of the plane and pulled out her phone, charging her credit card and connecting to the Wi-Fi aboard the plane before immediately receiving a wave of notifications from her cities and a message from Justyna. 

Kristen looking over the cities’ messages first.  An update from Nyla about the progress on her cleaning, but Kristen ignored it, next was a report about an insect attacking Queenstown with an attached video.  It showed a few street cameras of the action but didn’t really offer too much detail.  Most of the cameras destroyed when Kristen had stepped into Queenstown anyway.

Kristen could see the ant, it looked massive, bigger than a building as she raised the phone up to her face to get a closer look.  “What’re you watching, mommy?” Madelyn cutely asked as Kristen quickly clicked off her phone screen and smiled. 

“Nothing, sweetie” Kristen dismissed as Madelyn giggled and went back to watching her movie.  Kristen turned more, hiding her screen as she pulled open the video once more.  She could see the details of the ant, it was terrifying, Kristen couldn’t imagine trying to fight something like that, seeing it’s claw like mandibles blow through a building, the video was silent, but it didn’t make it any less horrific to watch as Kristen was fearful of insects.

Kristen watching closely as she could see bright flashes of explosions tearing apart the streets and impacting the ant that seemed to be unfazed by the force, until she could spot two people hiding behind a larger truck, two people dressed in the Royal Academy cadet uniforms.  Kristen could see that they were the only people on the ground, a man and a woman, flashes from their guns pointed up at the ant from far below its gangly legs and monstrous red body scattered around, how brave of them, Kristen thought. 

Suddenly Kristen could see them drop their rifles and run after another big explosion, only a moment later did the massive leg of the ant crush the truck, the two cadets disappearing out of the camera’s view and the video ended. 

Kristen went to the next attachment from the cities, it was a video from Sole City, Kristen could immediately see thousands of people all running around the streets in the dimly lit setting, cars crashing into one another, the video was also silent, but she could see on the faces of the people that they were screaming in terror.  The city was aflame as Kristen’s massive midriff and legs were in the background before she could see Madelyn’s barbie doll come around the corner behind a towering skyscraper.  

The pink plastic toy heel splattering a group of running people scattering across a packed street before Kristen took a deep breath and turned off her phone, ending the video short.  Kristen looking up and away from her screen, ashamed that just that little segment of the video made her lower body warmer, feeling good as she shook her head and repressed the feeling, looking over at Madelyn’s movie for a quick distraction. 

The air steward dropped off water and a small snack to Kristen and Madelyn a few moments later.  After a half hour, Kristen reopened her phone, hoping that there would be no more videos, and it appeared there were none, instead scrolled over to Justyna’s message and tapping it open.    

“Kristen.  I write this message in earnest.  I fear that I do not have much time left alive.  I am buried within an old military bunker underneath a mountain after having encountered resistance forces near the city of Bervic.  Ginny had succeeded in wiping out much of their forces, but during the engagement there was an accident, I won’t go into detail, but there was a cave-in and we’re trapped. 

My people have been trying to dig us out for days now, but we are running out of water.  I do not believe my people will get to us in time.  I implore you to prepare for my death and expect the resistance to gain momentum when they find out I’m gone.  Take care.” Justyna’s message read as Kristen’s heart dropped. 

Kristen couldn’t figure out how to reply, closing her eyes and trying think instead, but the flight seemed to be going slower and slower… just wanting to get home instead, but the hours eventually went by. 

              “Almost home, Maddy girl...”  Kristen said as she turned her car into the familiar neighborhood streets, parking in the garage.  Madelyn hugging Ginny before rushing upstairs with her suitcase to unpack.  Kristen and Ginny retreating to the couch in the living room to catch up a bit.  Kristen talking about the fun stuff that happened on her vacation for a few minutes before Ginny updated Kristen on the basics of watching over the tinies.  Kristen noticing a small bowl turned over atop the table. 

              Ginny curling her toes over the edge of the table, showing off her pedicure provided by the twin cities in which Kristen was impressed that the new pedicure crews did such a good job, the conversation persisting.    

              “An ant?” Kristen curiously asked.

              “Yeah, I got ‘em, but he got me…” Ginny said as she held out her finger and showed Kristen the tiny blister, a bit of Ginny’s dead skin peeling around the pinkish bump. 

              “Ouch… well, thank you for watching over everyone and protecting them, you know I appreciate it… you taking any of them home with you?” Kristen asked. 

              “I don’t think so, they kinda got on my nerves a little bit… but maybe next time?” Ginny said as she shrugged. 

              “Yeah, I mean, they’re here… anytime you want them” Kristen softly chuckled. 

              “Okay, I’m glad you’re back.  I love ya!  I’ll let you relax now!” Ginny said as she stood up and stretched.  Kristen standing up too.  “Oh wait!  I forgot… if you look over here…” Ginny lead on as she stepped away from the couch around the table toward the upside-down bowl.  Ginny lifting the bowl revealing a tiny broken airplane with a hundred or so specks scattered around the plane.  Kristen’s eyes widening in both shock and disappointment. 

              “What happened?” Kristen asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

              “It’s my fault… I had the door cracked open for some airflow when it got a little stuffy… they must have flown out…” Ginny admitted.

              “Ginny!  No… how many others got out?!  What if Madelyn finds any?!” Kristen loudly whispered, not wanting her daughter to hear. 

              “I promise this is the only thing that got out… I checked all around and even vacuumed the floors just in case… I’m sorry…” Ginny whispered ashamed.  Kristen sighed and nodded her head.

              “It’s okay… I just… Madelyn is too young for that…” Kristen said, not wanting to upset Ginny too much either as Kristen relaxed her posture. 

              “I know… I didn’t mean for it to happen” Ginny agreed before sitting the bowl back down and over the plane, once again trapping the escapees in total darkness.  Kristen walked Ginny to the door as Ginny slipped her shoes back on, the two hugging before opening the door, letting the chilly air into the house.  “Hey, Janelle said she would be down to run with us or get dinner sometime” Ginny said. 

              “Yeah, that sounds good… I love ya Ginny, I’ll text you tomorrow” Kristen waving bye as Ginny slung her bag over her shoulder.  Kristen closing the door and breathing a sigh of relief.  “Ya hungry, Maddy?” Kristen shouted up the stairs in the quiet home. 

              “No!  I’m just watching a movie” Madelyn shouted back, muffled from behind her door.  Kristen shuffled back to her kitchen and got a drink of water, seeing her bottles of wine in the fridge before deciding to pour them down the drain and throw the bottles into the recycling bin in the garage. 

              She went back to the couch, passing up the bowl and sitting down, stretching her legs and feet out toward the table, and resting her bare heels atop the small bowl, surely terrifying the tiny people trapped within as she pulled out her phone.  “Justyna, are you alive?  Where are you?  I need to try to get you out…” Kristen typed.  Minutes went by and there was no response, it was unlike Justyna who almost always instantly responded. 

              Kristen waited a few more minutes as she began to worry.  Lifting herself up from the table in the late evening and entering into the nano room.  Immediately noticing her silver high heels had been moved to the East border of the mat and that a purple dildo penis was stuck near the middle of the pink mat and dangerously close to the border of West Ostrov.  “What… the…” Kristen confusingly whispered under her breath as she stepped around to the black leather sofa. 

              She sat down and pulled out her phone again, “Justyna, can you please respond…” Kristen messaged, waiting a few minutes, and still nothing as she stared out over Ostrov with concern.

Kristen started to grow angry, her grip around her phone tightening, resisting the urge to step all over East Ostrov at the base of her sofa and commit genocide for attempting to rebel so seriously against Justyna.  Instead, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes in an attempt to meditate herself away from a bad decision.  Suddenly a tiny vibration shook her hand, seeing a message from Justyna pop up. 

“We’re still alive.  Feel weak.  No water.  At the base of the purple monolith” Justyna’s message read as Kristen looked up.  The purple dildo was decently sized, but it certainly wasn’t big enough to where Kristen considered it a monolith, she thought as she stood up, walking around and squatting down next to the toy. 

Kristen could see a few smudges and some land that seemed scraped away around the toy, unaware of the fun that Ginny had, looking down at a patch of grey beneath the balls of the toy.  It was covered in a flaky white layer of what Kristen could only assume was from Ginny, Kristen rolling her eyes at the disgusting sight.  “God dammit, Ginny…” Kristen mumbled, why did she have to leave this here, Kristen thought. 

“Justyna, I’m gonna get you out…” Kristen said as she started to reach down, her brow dropping as she retracted her hand, realizing that the smallest touch would flatten everything beneath her… “shit…” Kristen whispered, looking around for anything to help, but everything around would crush and flatten the tiny mountain that Justyna was buried under. 

An idea flashed across Kristen’s mind, seeing how big the ant looked in the video compared to the little micro people in the city, maybe it was time to use scale to her advantage and save her nano Prime Minister. 

Kristen stood up and walked into her kitchen, grabbing a cap off of a water bottle and returning to the micro room, hovering over Queenstown, and looking down, picking out the academy with her hazel eyes.  “I need a volunteer cadet right now…” Kristen said down to the city before setting the cap down to the ground on its side. 

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Cameron – 24  Parker – 25

Queenstown

              “So why did you come after me again?” Parker asked, teasing Cameron as they had dinner in Cameron’s dorm room.  Cameron shaking his head with an embarrassed smile. 

              “Don’t worry about it” Cameron dismissed, his cheeks blushing a little red.

              “Is it because you believe in the goddess now?” Parker sarcastically asked with a small chuckle. 

              “Fuuuck no” Cameron said. 

              “I know…I know… I just… wish you could see her like I see her…” Parker said with sincerity.

              “We barely got away… if Ginny hadn’t gotten that ant… I mean we almost got squashed by her purple ass nail when she bent down… I don’t seem them like gods… I never will…” Cameron said, Parking curling her lips and looking down. 

              “Yeah, but we made it, didn’t we?  And you didn’t answer my question… you chased me to the top of the building when the goddess got angry, you chased after me when I went to shoot at the ant… why?” Parker asked, Cameron shaking his head and setting his plate of food down on the desk next to him. 

              “I went after you because… you’re the only person I know in this whole room…” Cameron said, hesitation in his voice. 

              “And?” Parker prodded, tilting her head, and raising her brow. 

              “You’re my only friend, Parker…” Cameron admitted, taking a deep breath in, anxious of the vulnerability he was feeling.    

              “And?” Parker teased more with a wide smile.    

              “Come on…” Cameron shook his head as Parker laughed. 

              “You tried to ask me out the first time we met… we were carrying a dead body!  You had no game” Parker started laughing as Cameron couldn’t help but grin, albeit embarrassed at the same time.  “That feels like months ago…” Parker said with a hint of sadness in her tone.

              “Yeah… it does…” Cameron softly spoke.   

              “It’s okay… you’re allowed to have a crush on me… just like I’m allowed to have a crush on the goddess… but I would ask her out in totally different way” Parker said.  The pair finally loosening up, laughing with one another as they ate and conversed through the early evening. 

              “I promise!  I’m okay with you just being my friend… I got your back…” Cameron said with sincerity. 

              “You swear?” Parker asked in a friendly tone.

              “I swear…” Cameron said as he held up his hand. 

              “Then I promise I have your back… sorry for being so cold to you… I just… it changes you when you lose everyone you know in your life… it makes you not want to get attached to anyone… at any moment the goddess could end your life and only she knows the reason why…” Parker said. 

              “Yeah… I understand…” Cameron said before there was a more violent rumble in the distance nearly throwing the pair to the ground.  Everyone used to Kristen coming and going, but it was a little too close for comfort with Kristen’s stomp outside of the city as they both looked up and out of Cameron’s dorm window.  Following the legs of Kristen all the way up her body and seeing her staring back down from high above. 

“I NEED A VOLUNTEER CADET RIGHT NOW…” Kristen’s voice boomed over the city.  Parker and Cameron’s eyes meeting. 

“Parker… please…” Cameron said with a weak voice, shaking his head with disapproval.  Parker’s hands twitching, overjoyed and anxious all at the same time.

“I… I… have to” Parker’s voice was trembling as well.  Cameron curling his lips and turning away, not wanting to see her leave.  Parker slowly standing up.  Parker walking up and hugging Cameron from behind as she could feel his hands hug her arms back, the first hug she had since the storms over six years ago.  “You’ll see me again… don’t worry…I got your back, remember?” Parker said. 

“Please come back…” Cameron said before he sighed and let go of Parker’s arms.  Parker’s eyes lowered a bit in sadness before she quickly left the dorm room, expecting an entire army of volunteers flooding the halls, but it was just her, nobody else seemed enthused, I thought they wanted to serve their goddess, Parker thought. 

Parker exited the academy into the open streets, staring up at the titanic Kristen hovering above, her impossibly huge figure taking up nearly the entire sky.  Her daydream coming true, seeing Kristens body loom overhead the city, taking a moment to bask in the power the goddess had, the curves of her body lit up from the dim glow of the city lights at her feet as Parker could feel her own body trembling, but her moment had come, it was time to serve.  

Parker could see the clear plastic cap in the distance the size of a sports stadium.  Looking around she spotted the instructors jeep parked outside of the academy.  “How did I know it was going to be you?” the instructor said with contempt as he was resting against the back of the jeep.  “Get going… it’s best not to keep her waiting…” the instructor ordered as he handed his keys to a speechless Parker, not expecting the support from the hard ass academy leader. 

Parker drove the deep down the abandoned streets, dodging craters, upturned cars, and collapsed buildings.  “IS THAT MY VOLUNTEER?  FLASH YOUR LIGHTS IF YOU’RE THE ONE HELPING ME…” Kristen’s voice boomed from above.  Parker’s heart racing as she flashed the lights of the jeep rapidly… the giant plastic oval growing bigger and bigger as she nearly pushed the jeep to its maximum speed. 

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Kristen

              “Good… once I see you in the cap, I’ll pick you up, so brace yourself…” Kristen said as she patiently waited for the little dot sized vehicle to drive through the city.  Kristen’s patience running thin as the car seemed to slow, she even put the cap as close to the academy as possible without crushing anyone or any buildings. 

Kristen looked over Queenstown in the meantime, so much devastation, her accidental step, her stomp into the city to kill Werth, the ant plowing through downtown, promising herself she would help with reconstruction a bit more in the coming weeks to show the people she didn’t want to give up on the city.   

              A few agonizing minutes later, Kristen could see the tiny feint glow of the speck-sized car in the cap as Kristen squatted down and gently lifted the cap upward from the floor.  Balancing it out between her coral orange nails.  Kristen gently carried the cap into the hallway and locked the city room behind her, opening the nano room and stepping onto the pink mat, trying to be soft with her steps to not shake the cap too much.

              “Whoever you are in that car… I need you to dig out my friend under the mountains… if you kill her, you will die… if you hurt her… you will die… her name is Justyna… work with her people to figure out where she is, but I should be setting you down near where she’s trapped… flash your lights if you understand” Kristen commanded as saw the dot glow a few times.  Kristen’s face stern and serious as she slowly lowered the cap down to its side at the base of Ginny’s purple penis toy.  “When you’re done… come back here and wait for me…” Kristen commanded as she tapped her coral nail atop the cap. 

              Kristen exiting the room as to not cause too much interference, sitting on her couch and pulling out her phone, “Justyna, I sent help… I hope it works…” Kristen messaged, met with no reply. 

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Parker – 25

West Ostrov

              Parker’s lip was bleeding a bit, and her shoulder was throbbing with pain, tossed, and tumbling around the jeep, feeling the intense vibrations of being lifted up and sat down, weathering the storm of Kristen’s footsteps quaking far below.  Parker managing to flip the lights a few times to acknowledge that she understood her goddess’ commands.  Staring at her massive face out of the windshield of the jeep. 

              Parker nearly falling out of the jeep, and coughing a few times as she hoisted herself up, feeling the soft mushy floor beneath her, watching as Kristen left the room miles away, leaving Parker all alone surrounding by pink, and green, with a monstrous purple penis towering above her for a few miles. 

              Her orders were clear as she turned around, it was strange sight, she could see mountains towering over her, but everything also seemed so small, there was a city, some of the taller the buildings even reaching up to Parkers chin.  There were hundreds of people all scattered over the top of a white hill covered in a flaky substance. 

              Parker had always heard about the smaller people in the other room, but never thought she would be standing amongst them, or rather, over them, easily towering a thousand feet or more above them.  Looking down, she stepped into the brown and dried up forests surrounding the city, feeling her boots compress into the trees as they exploded like twigs and dried leaves beneath her feet, the crunch felt weird at first, but she persisted forward. 

              Her heart racing fast as she almost didn’t have time to think about what she was doing and how big she was compared to the environment around her, a massive black couch in the distance instead of a throne, huge windows just like in the city room, but an entire country spread out all around.  Living in the shadow of her goddess for 6 years, she never once thought she could ever feel big again, but having even tinier people all around her was a feeling she couldn’t describe or comprehend even in her own mind. 

              Approaching the white mountain, Parker stepped into what she thought at first was snow, but it seemed harder and yet more brittle than snow, her boots sinking into the white substance as it cracked like ice, seeing half inch tall people running around all atop the mountain.  “Hey… uhh… where’s Justyna?” Parker nervously asked as she approached the mountain, seeing the tiny people scattering away from her. 

              She could hear their littles squeaks of screams, was this what Kristen felt like?  A towering monolith of total power that everyone was scared of?  Parker thought, but no, she had a task, she was chosen by her goddess.  Parker’s heart was fluttering, out of all the millions of people, she had chosen Parker, picking Parker up into her massive hands like an angel…

              “Seriously… I’m here to dig up someone called Justyna…” Parker said as she hovered next to the mountain, taking a few steps and climbing up the thick flaky goop, a tiny man dodging her hand coming down onto the rocks as Parker’s eyes widened, nearly flattening a real tiny person in comparison to her, it was a surreal feeling, she wanted to say sorry, but her mouth didn’t move.  Parker turned her eyes away instead; she could then spot a deep hole centered around a flat part of the mountain.  She could also see a few brave tiny half inch tall people who didn’t run away from her pointing toward a hole. 

              “There… in there!  Dig down!” Parker could hear their squeaky little voices yelling up at her.

              “Okay, get away just in case…” Parker commanded as the people all ran away from her black boots.  Parker began ripping her nails and hands into the hole, shoveling out sections of dirt entombed in the flaky white goop. 

Scooping out tons and tons of debris dirt and rock with ease.  Parker felt strong for the first time in her life, throwing entire boulders like tiny pebbles, every action of hers was powerful and effective, her hands plowing through the mountain compared to the days of work that the tiny nanos had done, digging down further as she dropped to her knees to compensate how far down she had already dug up.  

              Suddenly, Parker could feel a harder material, and an opening formed beneath her, looking inside the hole, she could see dust flowing upward, followed by a dim red light at the bottom.  Parker scooped away a few more sections, revealing a whole big enough to squeeze her hand through and flatten her palm out.  “Justyna, if you’re in there… get on and I’ll get you out…” Parker said. 

              A moment later she could feel a little tickle atop her hand.  Is that what it felt like to the goddess as well, was Parker just a little tickle of a sensation on the goddess’ skin?  Parker gently lifted her hand up through the hole and into the light, seeing two tiny people laying down in her palm, raising them up to her eyes, they looked almost dead, but their eyes were blinking and their mouths moving a little. 

              Parker could hear a tiny buzzing noise next to her head as she looked around, her eyes widening as her red hair waved a bit, the wind blowing past her right ear as a helicopter a few inches long hovered in front of her freckled nose.  Parker holding her hand still as the helicopter descended down to her pale palm, feeling the little metallic aircraft land on her skin like a flying bug.  It felt cold, but so real.  Parker watching on in almost disbelief, speechless as a small crew of tiny people picked up the two lifeless looking bodies and carried them into the helicopter before it lifted up and away, flying off toward the other side of the room. 

              Parker smiling as she could hear the tiny people nearby her boots all cheering and clapping, looking down and giving them a tiny wave.  She looked around, realizing the goddess would be coming in at any time to get her, Parker didn’t want to mess around in the new playground, quickly and carefully making her way back through the dead woodlands she had crushed and toward the jeep parked in the giant cap.

              Sat in the jeep and waiting patiently with a wide grin across her face, thinking of all the ways the goddess was going to show her appreciation.  Perhaps letting Parker walk across her perky chest, or to play atop her toes, to have a conversation with her, to… take her out on a date.  Parker was giddy with excitement, but the minutes kept passing and Parker had yet to feel the vibration of her goddess approaching…

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Kristen

              Kristen cuddled Madelyn in the smaller bed adorned with stuffed animals all around, Kristen watching a movie along with her daughter into the night, checking her phone periodically for a message, but it just wasn’t coming.  Kristen growing a little nervous, how reckless was it to drop off a random micro into Ostrov.  Who knew if the micro was destroying cities and ripping people apart like a micro-Godzilla?  Kristen trying not to think about it, but if they were an academy cadet, then surely, they would be loyal to Kristen and her commands, she thought.  

              She shook away the thoughts and instead lovingly squeezed her daughter a little tighter, “when this is over, let’s get you in the bath” Kristen said.

              “I don’t’ wanna…” Madelyn said with some slight attitude. 

              “Come on… you know you need a bath” Kristen said. 

              “I don’t want to take a bath!”  Madelyn said with a little bit of annoyance in her tone.  Madelyn had been a sweet and easier child most of her young life, it was only natural that occasionally she would throw out some resistance on things. 

              “Sweetie, why not?” Kristen softly asked.

              “I want to watch another movie” Madelyn said with a little bit of sadness. 

              “Hmm… well how about if you take a bath tonight, then we watch three movies tomorrow?” Kristen suggested.

              “Umm… fine” Madelyn agreed after a few seconds of pondering the offer. 

              Kristen toweled off her daughter and got her ready for bed, going through Madelyn’s nightly routine.  Reading Madelyn a few short stories and rubbing her daughter’s head for a little bit, lovingly kissing her on the forehead, “goodnight, love you…” Kristen softly whispered with a smile.

              “Love you, too…” Madelyn cutely whispered before she buried herself under her pink blankets and troves of stuffed animals surrounding her bed. 

              Kristen went back downstairs.  It had been a few hours since she had dropped off the unknown micro to help Justyna, hoping there would be a message on her phone waiting for her.  Kristen swiping her phone up from the table next to the overturned bowl trapping the plane escapees. 

              “I’m at a hospital in Volenskya… your idea worked… she saved us” Justyna’s message read.  Kristen breathing a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes and felt a rush of alleviation wash over her body. 

              “Good, I’m glad you’re okay… I didn’t even know the micro I picked up was a she… I’ll come get her…” Kristen responded. 

              “No wait… I want to talk to her; I could use her help still” Justyna quickly responded. 

              “Are you sure?  I don’t have any direct contact with whoever it is… so, you would have to talk to her yourself somehow” Kristen responded. 

              “Yes, I want her to help hunt down what’s left of the resistance and my former cabinet who want me dead” Justyna responded.  Justyna raising her brow a bit, liking the feisty Justyna’s plan. 

              “Alright… I’ll tell her” Kristen said as she went into the nano room, walking up to the cap and squatting down.  “Hey little hero girl… thanks for saving Justyna… but she still needs your help… do what she asks of you, and I promise I’ll greatly reward you when your tasks are done…” Kristen spoke, seeing the tiny dot sized car flash its little lights again, Kristen smiling down at the micro before leaving and locking the door behind her. 

              She felt good, solving a major problem felt satisfying, walking around to the back door of the house, and checking on the progress of the pool, it seemed to be taking shape quite nicely, excited for the warmer weather as she lazily walked back to the living room. 

              “Now what to do with you little runaways…” Kristen said as she crouched down near the bowl and rested on her knees, lifting the bowl upward and staring at the micros and their plane all at chest level with her body, her tank top showcasing her larger cleavage, Kristen purposefully looming her curvy chest over the plane before rearing back.  There was easily over a hundred dots all surrounding the broken and wingless plane.  Some of them were moving around, but most were huddled around in groupings. 

Kristen lowered her head and chest until the micros were at eye level, breathing a disappointed sigh underneath the table and sparing the micros from being blown away by her breath before she raised her head up slightly so that her lips were visible to the micros. 

“So… you all know the rules… you’re not allowed outside the room with my permission… punishment is death…” Kristen ominously spoke.  A few of the micros attempting to scatter away, but most just stayed huddled as if they accepted their deaths.  Kristen not wanting any chance of Madelyn discovering them around the house. 

              Kristen making quick work of the stragglers, rearing her finger up and over the table and pressing her nail into the individual specks attempting to run away rather than listen to her words.  Tapping the pad of her finger around the plane until the majority of people kept still.  Kristen wiping her finger into the carpet besides her to rid her skin of the bloody splotches that were squished into the creases of her fingerprint until it was clean.

              “But… I’m trying to be less reactive since my vacation… I’m thinking, instead of just squishing you all… I’ll give you each a choice…” Kristen said as she eyed up the broken plane.  “You can earn a chance to go back to the room and live… or… I squish you right here and now… anybody that wants a chance to live, go get back into the plane and stay there until I tell you otherwise…” Kristen commanded. 

              Immediately she saw the bulk of the hundred or so specks walking back to the plane, each one getting in apart from about a dozen micros that didn’t seem to move.  “Last warning…” Kristen spoke as she hovered her finger over the specks that didn’t motion, convincing a few of them to move to the plane.  “Alright then…” Kristen dismissed, allowing the fleeing micros to get a safe enough distance away before she pressed her finger into the group that remained immobile, refusing her command, feeling their bodies squish and crunch.

              Kristen reached out to the broken plane, gently gripping the small metallic tube between her fingers, and lifting them up, carrying them to her master bedroom.

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Simon

Sole City

              Ever since Kristen drunkenly decimated Sole City with her barbie doll rampage, the people of the metropolis were in a state of despair and loss, grieving their friends and loved ones who had been ruthlessly crushed and squished into Kristen’s pussy or flattened under the plastic of a mile tall child’s doll dressed like a sparkly pink princess. 

              Simon couldn’t accept his fate any longer, with nothing to lose and no attachments to anyone in the city, he had been given information after Kristen had gone on vacation that a plane would attempt to leave the room.  The desire to get way, to go anywhere but Kristen’s torturous hellscape.  Ginny had been leaving the door open, the plane was stuffed with people, and they were ready to go, thousands more on the runway of the long-abandoned airport begging to get into the plane, but there was simply no room.  The plane lifted up and away, leaving the decimated city behind as it flew over the rest of the room.    

              Simon crammed into a seat, nearly pressed up against the window, hurting his body, but it was better than dying he kept reminding himself.  He had no idea what his plan was, the pilots said they would get as far away as possible and land when there was no more fuel, whenever that would come.  Maybe to get outside, to get picked up by a stranger that actually wanted to help them, but Simon likely knew this was a suicide mission.

Suddenly the plane came to a screeching halt, everyone was thrown forward from the inertia, people bashed bodies, knocked out, dying as they hit their heads on the wall, broken limbs, and ribs.  Simon could see the wings explode off the plane, met with the few of Ginny’s almond eyes.  There was a sudden rush of air as he looked back, seeing the tail section snap off along with people falling out of the back, the rest holding on tight and screaming. 

              He had spent days under the bowl, it was pitch black, surviving off the food and water dwindling down from the plane as people regretted ever leaving.  A group of injured people unable to move as others with some medical knowledge tended to their wounds.  Starving, their eyes getting used to the almost total darkness. 

              He watched as Kristen lowered herself down, her immense chest taking up his sky as he was prepared to die underneath her breasts, but he held his ground and just closed his eyes, hearing the horrible noises of her finger crunching into people around him before the goddess presented the survivors with a choice. 

              It wasn’t a second though… Simon went straight back into the plane, not wanting a guaranteed death anymore as he stared up at Kristen’s hazel and terrifyingly uncaring eyes.  He would rather go back to Sole City than be crushed, the instincts of not wanting to die enough to deter him as he sat down and watched out of the window as Kristen hovered her finger over the injured people who were too injured to move. 

              If only Kristen had known they couldn’t move, Simon trying to ignore their pleading screams before there was a sudden wall of flesh pressing down onto them.  At least they were put out of their misery, Simon thought.  Then he was lifted upward, the dead bodies already in the plane floating lifeless for a moment before slamming back down on the floor in a gross thud, the rest of the people screaming as they were brought upstairs with their goddess. 

              The next thing Simon could see as he looked out of the window was a sea of fluffy white blankets, and… Kristen’s lower body wiggling as she shook off her tight jeans…

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Kristen

              Kristen sat the plane down on the pillow next to her before she tossed her clothes across her room, not caring as much, thinking she would just clean it up the following day, wanting to relax and take her mind off recent events.  Having to return to her job in a few days, she wanted to enjoy and savor the waning moments of freedom. 

              Dressed in her only her red panties and she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile.  Walking into her bedroom and going about her nightly routine, making sure her teeth were squeaky clean and her skincare was all in order.  She relived herself on her toilet before yawning and stretching wide, exhausted from the plane ride earlier in the day before she turned out the lights, leaving a feint glow from the nightlight in the corner of her room. 

              She nuzzled herself under her blankets some, making sure to toss in her bed carefully to not disturb the broken plane sat atop her soft pillow.  Kristen opened up her phone and scrolled back to the video that was sent to her earlier and her drunken rampage with Madelyn’s doll.  Kristen could see her own hands manipulating the doll as the rest of the video played, the pink heels kicking through buildings, people disappearing under the rubble as she started to grow wet underneath her panties. 

              Kristen rubbing herself slowly and softly underneath the blankets, closing her eyes and breathing heavier from her nose and mouth.  Kristen placed her phone down, feeling more aroused she pulled down the blankest past her knees, wiggling her panties down from out underneath her curvy ass and leaning her face over to the plane full of people. 

              She gently pinched up the quarter inch tube and got one last look at it, hovering it up in front of her face and grinning, “alright, here’s the offer… if you can make me feel really good… then you’ll get to go back to the room and live… remember, I could have squished you on that table so put some effort in it…” Kristen said with a breathy tony before she bit her lip. 

              She slowly lowered the plane to her right nipple, placing the airliner down next to her hardening nipple, “some of you get out here and rub… everyone else stay…” Kristen whispered.  Watching as a few dozen dots exited the plane. 

              “Some here…” Kristen said as she allowed more dots to exit atop her left areola, “the rest…” Kristen teased as she lowered the plane down her body and over her midriff, settling the plane atop her mons just above her clit.  Kristen not bothering to shave much during vacation as her usually neatly trimmed pubes were a little longer than normal, the plane nestling between a few jet-black hairs. 

              Kristen smiling as she saw the rest of the dots exit the plane, feeling the tiniest sensations of micro people walking across her body.  “For the men down there… it’s right here…” Kristen giggled as she tapped her finger atop her clit a few times and pulled away, leaning her head back into the pillow and getting cozy as she closed her eyes and pleasantly breathed. 

              Kristen could feel her nipples hardening more as the people atop both of her breasts were giving off notable tickles that felt pleasant enough, a few minutes later she could feel the slightly more intense sensation atop her clit.  “Sorry, I haven’t showered since yesterday, it might be a little musky” Kristen giggled before she started humming to herself as she took a few lusting breaths in, smiling as she rotated her head into the pillow, it felt okay, but it didn’t feel amazing. 

              She was wet and her nipples were fully erect, but it just wasn’t what she was picturing or hoping to feel in her head.  “Can you guys be a little more rough?” Kristen softly requested.  Only feeling the slightest increase in sensation.  “Your lives really do depend on it…” Kristen said, getting off more on the power of commanding the tiny escapee mites rather than the feeling of them actually rubbing her mountainous pink nipples or throbbing clit. 

              Kristen gave them a few more minutes, but it started to feel like an annoying teasing more than anything that was remotely satisfying.  Kristen truly was feeling generous, hoping they would be successful, almost wanting to let them go but they weren’t living up to the expectation, “guys… I’m sorry… it’s just not feeling as good as I wanted… oh…” Kristen started to speak before feeling a little bit more pressure, they must have been really throwing themselves at her sensitive bits after hearing that. 

              She clicked her tongue, the tiny people just weren’t enough, Kristen thinking that perhaps thousands more would probably get her to where she wanted to be, but the scared airplane people were too few.  Kristen reached down the length of her body, curling her fingers into her pussy instead beneath her clit, trying to help herself along as her fingers sloshed inside of herself. 

              Biting her tongue as she started to moan, resisting the urge to rub her free hand over het tits, instead slowly fingering herself until her body felt warmer, finishing herself with a few pleasant breaths, not her most exciting orgasm, but left in the afterglow of bliss, nonetheless, still feeling the tiny people working at her nipples and clit.  “Stop…” Kristen whispered between a few soft breaths.  The sensation immediately ceasing. 

              “You know what?  You tried, I felt it… I’ll take you back to the room… you… get in…” Kristen said as she pointed her dripping wet fingers at the tinies atop her clit, giving them a few minutes to get back inside.  “Sorry if anyone gets left behind… I can’t really see you all in my hair…” Kristen apologized as she fished the tiny plane out from her pubes. 

              Her nipples were softening as he placed the plane on her right nipple, watching as the specks retreated inside the tube.  A few minutes later she left the micros on her left nipple return as well.  Kristen sat the plane back down on her pillow while she cleaned herself up in her bathroom before wrapping a silky satin white nightrobe around her body. 

              Kristen carried the plane down the stairs gently, her tits bouncing behind the silky robe as she approached the micro room and unlocked it.  Stepping on the pathways as she looked for a good spot.  Unaware of where the plane came from in the first place, she sat the broken fuselage down outside her most proud city of Servitus.  An act of good faith to her cities.  “I brought back someone’s plane… with survivors… Please, no more escape attempts… I’m serious… we have a lot to talk about the next few days after I settle back into my life… but don’t worry, it won’t be like the meetings… goodnight” Kristen spoke with sincerity.

              Kristen smirking as she walked around the pathways and retrieved her spotless white leather sandals from Braithe, carrying them back up the stairs with her and setting them down in her closet before returning to her bed. 

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Simon

              Simon exited the plane and was immediately met with refugee and rescue teams from Servitus, Simon covered in a sticky wetness from head to toe, his eyes hollow and empty as he had been through decades of war, his hands and body trembling, his nose broken. 

His memory was all a blur, his hands and body sore as he threw himself into her wet pink mountain, he could hear his nose crack as he threw himself into the wet slimy skin over and over again.  Thinking he was going to die, until her comforting words rang out overhead of going back to the cities alive. 

He got back to the plane, younger and more physically fit than most of the other people who had been atop her clitoris, ran through over her wet folds, almost slipping a few times, running over her warm skin through her forest of towering black hairs and back onto the plane, watching out of the window as many couldn’t make it back in time…

Almost all of the escapees on her nipples returning, only a few casualties of people behind stuck in between her soft pink skin while her nipples were hardening, the skin engulfing them and compressed them into mangled corpses. 

Simon was brought into the Servitus refugee center along with thousands of other homeless and misplaced people from the Sole City massacre, staring blankly at the floor as he was going to have to start his life all over again…

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Kristen

Kristen turning over in her blankets, her mind lit up with ideas of the future of her home, her little people, her life… Madelyn… all before she felt a little annoying tickle within her pubes.  Kristen reaching down and lazily scratching upward a few times, smearing the few people she had left behind clinging onto her hair for dear life before nestling cozily into her pillows…