Habit 1: Dominance

Sounds of distant drums, rhythmic and thundering, broke the silence of the village. In the midst of this forest, sequestered away from prying eyes, the village of Gan was tucked away amongst the dense foliage surrounding it. None should have known of this place save the villagers themselves, but the slow, tremorous quakes spoke otherwise. It began with the surface of basins rippling, and soon escalated to cutlery clattering and dishes falling, until the village could no longer ignore the implications.

A giantess was coming.

It was too late to pack up; all the villagers had time for was to run. Some braved the wilderness and dashed into the forest, others hurried and hid themselves in their basements. Some, none too bright, tried to salvage what they can, but a great shadow had cast over them, and with mouths agape, they witnessed the malevolent form of their invader burst forth from the thicket before them.

The giantess, some hundred or so feet tall, broke her stride as she came hurtling through the village’s clearing. Her colossal form took one of a woman’s, slim and curvy with a tan, covered by meager cuts of cloth which revealed the entirety of her giant figure to those beneath her. Her brown eyes, hidden behind a veil of dark, curly hair, looked down upon her quarry, the thatched roofs of her prey’s homes barely scraping past her calves, and what tiny humans would inhabit them within.

The giantess smiled at what she saw. Eying the closest cottage to her, she lifted her foot up on top of it, baring her naked sole to the unlucky house beneath. The sky darkened for the rooms within as the giant ped matched itself to the cottage's length, its sheer size enough to engulf the house in its shadow.

With a sickening crunch, the giantess rested her foot upon the house. The roof caved in to its great weight, crashing her toes right into the attic. She felt the cacophony of splintered wood and shattered windows crunching beneath her impregnable skin, and the tiny scream from a soft lump nestled right under the space beneath her toes.

With a squeeze, the screaming between her toes got louder, and the giantess let out an evil grin as the grins gave way to sobbing. She pulled the crying creaure from the wreckage of the roof, and saw the beaten body of a woman huddled helplessly in her clenched toe's grasp. Scars from the splintering were evident from all around her, blood dripping from numerous gashes inflicted upon her skin. She held a limp arm hanging from an odd angle: likely broken from the giantessvs squeeze. But fear had taken over pain, and the woman looked up at her cruel captor with nothing but a face of terror, a face that told the giantess that she was expecting death.

The giantess smiled. Her first victim made for a perfect example to the rest of the village.

"Heed me, dirt dwellers!" The giantess's voice boomed, taking in her hand the leg the terrorized woman, dangling her high up before the village, "Know the name of your new mistress, Tanna Han! Your village is mine, and all within shall swear fealty to me with a kiss upon my foot. Your freedom shall be the price of my mercy. But if any worms dare oppose me..."

Tanna stomped down on the broken cottage, completely flattening it under her heel this time. The ghastly sounds of wood and furniture giving way to her immeasurable strength rang out loudly through the village. She shook the tiny figure caught in her thumb and index finger, eliciting a pained scream from her. The hearts of what villagers heard this sunk as they clutched themselves tighter in fear.

"...Then I will bring tenfold the destruction upon your puny nests!"

There was only silence. Tanna Han had no patience for worms, however, and brought her foot up upon another house.

"I shall count to three," the giantess growled, "And for every number you make me count, I shall grind another of your homes into the earth. One..."

Tanna brought down her foot upon the house, twisting her foot to ensure that it completely crumpled beneath her mighty sole. She felt the stone and wood turn to powder as her grinding continued, but not a peep of a cry or yelp from below. Was no one inside, or did she simply crush them too quickly for a scream to let out? Either made her smile; she was assured of her power regardless. Stamping out worms pleased her as well.

"Two..." Tanna began, but before she could crush another house, she saw along the streets two men running towards her, yelling something that vaguely sounded like 'wait!'.

A large grin spread across Tanna Han's face. She saw the two men approach her, stopping a good distance away from where she stood. They began making noises, tiny voices which Tanna could not audibly hear, nor did she care what they were pleading, so Tanna brought her foot to them, her massive toes each almost as large as the men which stood before her, and commanded them with but a single word: "Kiss."

Then men balked, but they knew better than to keep the giantess waiting. Tanna felt little pecks raining upon her toes as the men began kissing them, and a shiver of ecstacy shot up her spine. This was it. These little men were submitting to her. They were presenting themselves to her by their own accord, and there was no doubt that they would do anything she asked-

No. She had to be sure. Tanna lowered a finger to one of the men and pointed its tip directly at him. "You," she commanded, "Start licking."

The man gave an exasperated expression, but a stern look from Tanna prompted him to obey. The man planted his face into the toes once more, driving his tongue across the length of Tanna's toe.

Tanna was ecstatic. She could feel the wet streaks being painted across her skin. For such small creatures, humans were able to give her great pleasure. She imagined what it would be like for an entire group of them to squirm beneath her feet, wriggling helplessly as her sole rested atop their fragile bodies, their lives held on only by her mercy...

Tanna looked around. Other than the two men and the woman still dangling between her fingers. There was no one else. No one else who would heed her as their mistress. Nobody else she could assert her dominance upon. This angered her greatly, and with a furious bellow, she yelled, "WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE DIRT DWELLERS?"

When there was no response, Tanna could feel her fury rising. "If you would not present yourselves at my feet," she growled, "Then my feet shall come to you!"

Ignoring the horrified men beneath her, Tanna lifted her leg back and aimed it at the next nearest uncrushed building. She swung it out as hard as she could, kicking the entire second floor cleanly off the structure. The sight of their ceiling violently disappearing incited the inhabitants still huddled on the first floor to scream. Tanna took notice and mercilessly planted her foot inside the remainder of the house. She could feel the struggles of the occupants as they wrestled with the weight of the ball of her foot upon them. She felt their feeble resistance fade as she slowly eased herself into her step, feeling their bodies pop beneath her sole in agonizing detail. She felt their legs vanish into a wet mass first, then the crunching of ribs against the curve of her ball, and finally their heads smearing into a fine paste between her clenched toes. She counted three of them, three freshly squished splotches against her otherwise perfect sole. Tanna dipped her finger beneath her foot, dredging up the blood onto her fingertip and painting her toenail with the crimson fluid of her victims. A red sheen covered her big toe, something Tanna thought looked beautiful.

Tanna rose up and looked upon the rest of the village again. There were people slowly coming out from their houses now, streaming towards her in a slow, deathly march befitting of the defeated. Tanna smiled, the dirt dwellers finally seeing things her way. She faced them and shouted out triumphantly, "You belong to me now. As my pets, my servants, my slaves, you will serve only me. And those in my service shall have my love and mercy, and to those who dissent, I shall show you what it means to be without them. Gather now beneath me and I shall bequeath to you all your new role."

Tanna waited as the villagers gathered in a tight group around her. There couldn't have been more than fifty of them, and Tanna smirked when she realized that they would fit under her foot perfectly.

"Do not run," Tanna commanded, "Run and you run will from my love, my mercy. Run and you will die. Run and I will kill you."

The villagers only gave a terrified look at Tanna, but none dared to move an inch. Obediently, they stood still, even as Tanna put her colossal foot above them, even as the leathery sole pressed down on them, even as the pressure forced them into the ground.

It was pure ecstasy, the lives of an entire village trapped helplessly beneath her. With a careless thought, she could end them all in an instant. She could paint the town red, bloodying its streets with her fresh new offerings, feeling as every man woman and child gave their lives only to bring Tanna this one moment of catharsis. Years of hiding in the forest only to end under the very thing they hid from. Tanna finish things right here and now...but she didn't. She had bigger plans than a split second of pleasure.

"This is my love," Tanna said as she felt the dirt dwellers squirming underfoot, "This is my mercy I impart to you all. You struggle beneath me, too helpless and too weak to hope to survive. But remember softness of my skin as it smothers your faces. Remember the warmth it gives as your bodies melt beneath it. Remember its scent as your nostrils are filled with my smell. You fear that my foot would only bring you death, but I say unto you that here beneath me, you are safe. Safe in my love, in my mercy. Safe in your rightful place in the world."

Tanna Han lifted her foot from the masses, spying their astonished and even grateful looks. Grateful that they were alive. They hugged each other, as if they had passed a great ordeal, and Tanna couldn't help but find a smile creep across her face once more.

"Now," Tanna commanded of them once more, "Swear yourselves to me. Bring your lips upon my skin, your tongues across my form, and you will prove to me that you are worthy of being under me."

The villagers didn't hesitate this time. They immediately scrambled around Tanna's foot, kissing and licking her ped fervently like their lives depended on it. Tanna felt hundreds of little wet mouths worshipping her magnificent feet. She couldn't help but laugh boisterously as her new pets clung to her, heedless of the blood of their own as they worked their little tongues across her toes. Things were going to be fun with this batch of humans. The gears in her mind whirred with countless new ideas on how she was going to toy with them.

As she was saddled in thought, Tanna's eyes drifted back to the first woman she still held in her hand. She shook her a little, but no response came. Tanna took a closer look and saw that her body had become deathly pale she had bled out her injuries.

Such a waste, Tanna thought to herself. Still, even in death there were ways for dirt dwellers to serve her. Tanna casually popped the woman's body and swallowed. No sense leaving behind perfectly good food. And there was surely more to come when Tanna was through with the villagers beneath her...