When I was a kid I remember my parents told me not to wish for what I could not get. It didn't seem too inspirational or meaningful at the time; why would they tell me not to wish, not to dream? But I soon caught on to their meaning: wishing for the impossible only brought pain. I didn't wish for this, but it sure brought pain. All I wish for these days is that I could be normal again. I wish that the doctor had foreseen his own consequences before they became my problem. I wish I wasn't naked, that clothes could be as big as me. I wish there were more options for food, or even that I didn't need it at all.

I'm not sure if I made it clear yet, but I'm huge now. I'm no math genius so I'm not in any spot to scale myself with the buildings and towers that I have to carefully tiptoe around, but my guess would be around five or six hundred feet. It should be impossible. I wish I could say it was. When the doctor ran his experiment, he said it was to make the body stronger, that it would make me more defined for my next model shoot. I guess he didn't lie: I'm clearly defined now. It's impossible to miss me. 

I'm on my hands and knees, crawling slowly down the street into the city. Tiny little people are running away, screaming horribly, and I have to place every hand and knee carefully so as not to crush any of them. Sometimes it was frustrating -- I understand a six-hundred foot tall naked woman is pretty horrifying, but just get out of the way, people -- but I wouldn't allow myself to be careless. It's that time of day again, when I search for the most densely populated area of whatever city or town I happened to be nearby. The landmarks looked so disproportional under my shoulders, I couldn't recognize them. One house between my fingers looked just like the next one.

After a few moments I found myself in a small circle of buildings, a strange cul-de-sac-like formation. I was in the opening, a crowd of people who had been fleeing were inside: none of them would try to run under me, as much room as they had, so they were effectively trapped.

I hate listening to people scream. It's such a dreadful sound, like I'm hearing them shatter completely. And they're shattering because of me. Just a look at me could be enough to break a grown man or woman, but there was more to their fear; this wasn't my first time doing this, they probably knew what I was doing.

Looking down to make sure no one was lingering underneath me, I sat down, legs crossed, the ground quaking underneath my weight. Just another thing I hated about being a giantess: nothing was quiet. There was so much noise, between my every motion and the screaming crowds, that it was not uncommon of me to have frequent migraines.

It became difficult to think: I was starving.

This is where things begin to get... monstrous. I take a deep breath and extend my arm towards the crowd of people, pushing inwards on themselves to escape me. I tried, I remind myself. I tried to live on a healthy diet. But they were portioned for people, not monsters. I can't even distinguish normal-sized food from where I stand: I can hardly see terrified little people without lowering to a seat. Besides, if I took all their food, I'd still be a problem. But then again...

I couldn't let myself debate it any longer. It was awful either way. I couldn't be wrong because I couldn't be right. There was only one thing that I could eat that would have enough nutrients, and still be in a big enough supply.

People.

Yes, I became a cannibal. I don't let myself live it down, not now, not ever. I caught my hand lingering for a moment, hovering over the frozen crowd, and quickly snapped out of it. I picked people carefully, but I didn't want to give them unnecessary mental torment, I didn't want to tease them.

My fingers slowly wrapped around someone and I felt a chill as their tiny struggles became apparent. I rose my hand to my face and looked at the person.

This was the worst part. It reminded me that these weren't just snacks, some wrapped candies I had the right to enjoy. These were real life people, screaming and crying people that didn't want to die. But I had to check, I had to make sure it wasn't my boyfriend, or his parents, or worse, my parents. I hadn't seen any of them since the incident, and I longed for their company and support. Deep inside of me I knew they would fear me, and rightfully so. Tears begin to climb up as I contemplate if I've caught any of their friends. All I wanted was to see them again, maybe say a goodbye and walk in the other direction. Just to see them would be enough.

This wasn't anyone I knew. It was just some businessman. Here's another thing I hate: when you're big you look down on everything. Just a little man. Just a little woman. Just a sprawling metropolis. It all looked so small, and so they felt small. But this man was a person just like I was, he had every will to live as I did, he had dreams and ambitions, he probably had a family back home. I used to have all those things, now I merely have my life, and just barely. By no means should my will to live, to feed, have overwritten everything about this man's life, erase it entirely. But it did. I was going to eat him.

A tingling sensation ran through my fingers as the man kicked and pounded his fists against my thumb. I could hear his wailing as a little squeak, joining the waving sea of screams that filled the air. I had to be merciful; I couldn't let him suffer any longer. I opened my mouth and brought him inside.

It was a brief moment where terror became panic. When I sealed his fate entirely, and had no chance to hide it from him. I gently closed my lips around my fingers and slowly pulled them out, leaving the poor man behind. His screams seemed to echo inside of me, bouncing off of my cheeks like my mouth was a cave, and it shook me to my core. I wasted no time, I made it quick for him. I bit down.

I try not to think too much about what that implied, though I knew fully well. A tiny pop of warm salt was all it felt like, but I shuddered to imagine the truth. It was like tiny pieces of raw salted ham, but I refused to let myself enjoy the taste. I shuddered as I chewed, desperately trying to finish it off in as few bites as possible. Then I swallowed. Dumped what was once a living, breathing person into my stomach, never to be seen again, making room for another.

One person was huge. That was a life. But it wasn't enough to survive; I made it a rule that whenever I had to eat, it was no more and no less than ten people. That hardly sated my hunger, but it kept me from devouring entire cities in a night.

More than ten people were cowering in that corner, more than ten people were sobbing and shaking, trying to wake up from the same nightmare I was in. I looked at the crowd for a moment before I reached for another, trying to apply some logic to who would be next, as if it were a logical decision to make. Was it more humane to scarf down those who were most afraid, to end their misery? Would it be any better to watch me munch down on those around them? Again, no right answer. It had to be random, that was the only way it could be fair.

Fair. As if this were fair. They were completely helpless. There was nothing they could do to prevent me from picking them, from eating them alive. Some people would kill for this kind of power. My fingertips had the power to decide who lived and died, and I put it up to chance. It was anything but fair. My size couldn't get to my head, I couldn't revere myself as a goddess. Wasn't it human to feel pain, to feel sadness? I plucked another person from the crowd and was reminded of what pain and sadness looked like.

How could I go on like this? Was this to be the rest of my life, ending others in this most mortifying of ways? I was the creeping fear that kept people up at night, kept them staring out their windows, silently praying that I wouldn't be there in the morning. Unfortunately for some people, praying doesn't work. Trust me, I've tried.

This was no one I knew. It was a scrawny man in a pizza delivery outfit, and I felt a wave of guilt. Was I to rob this man of his chance at life, to succeed? Then I thought again; maybe this was his dream I was about to gobble up. I started to salivate a bit, noticeably distressing my little person. I wiped it clear with my free hand and tried my hardest not to blush. I wanted to apologize, but that was out of the question. Truthfully it wasn't the young man that made me drool in anticipation, it was the thought of pizza. Real, cooked food. Cheese, tomato sauce, pizza crust, pepperonis, sausages, roasted vegetables. Just a few weeks ago I hated pizza. But now it sounded heavenly.

I came to from my dream as the delivery boy wriggled himself loose a bit, climbing upward through my fingers. For a few moments I considered letting him drop to the ground and escape. It would look like a mistake on my part, and he would be spared. 

But before I had even brought up my own reasoning, my other hand was clenching two fingers around him, uprooting him from my previous grip and dropping him into my mouth. Why didn't I place him inside like I did everyone else? That drop must have been a big distance for such a little guy. No, no, he's not little. I'm huge. That's a parked automobile my big toe is nearly crushing. That's an office building I'm looking into, seeing my own reflection covering each and every window. That's a human being squirming inside my mouth.

My teeth snapped shut on him, as if I had forgotten to do it earlier. I felt disappointed that he didn't taste any different, expecting by some bizarre chance he might have a pizza flavor. I shook my head as I swallowed him; I was thinking differently. Being an unstoppable giantess was getting to my head. No, not unstoppable. I'm still mortal, I know: three days ago I choked on a police officer. My face was red, I was coughing like mad, and all the while he was inside of me, struggling frantically, making it worse. Finally, with one hoarse bellow, he was forced up my throat and I nearly puked him up into my lap. That was the first time I openly apologized to someone before I ate them; he didn't deserve to go through it twice, especially as a police officer. He was only number eight, but I stopped there that day.

Now I was on three. I wanted to get it over with, so I quickly picked another, examined them, and ate them. A young woman in a designer jacket, gone forever. 

I grabbed my fourth and glanced at my right foot as I felt something tickle against it. A speck; no, no, people, it's a person, but smaller than most. A child perhaps, or maybe a teenager. I wiggled my toes, hoping the titanic motion would scare him off, but he stayed there. He must have been pressing against my foot, or pounding on me, as I continued to feel his efforts. Under any other circumstances I would've taken the little volunteer as a fifth, but I wouldn't bring myself to eat a child. I picked him up with my other hand to verify my thoughts.

He wasn't actually that young: eighteen at least. He was shouting something I couldn't make out, reaching out towards my fourth. I followed his gaze and my heart sank; this must have been his mother. She was reaching out to him, and crying something out. Why did people have to love each other? Why did I have to pick them of all people from the crowd? Surely not everyone there is married with children. Why didn't I just eat them instead? I couldn't make an exception, however. I couldn't expect everyone's kids to be as brave as this one, fighting against a six-hundred foot titaness for their parents' sake. Even the pizza delivery guy might have had a child for all I know.

My hand holding the mother opened, and she slid into my palm. I placed the boy beside her, and I saw them embrace each other one last time. I opened my mouth and popped my hand to it, like they were pills, and ate them both at once.

Two bursts of salt, two pieces of ham. The layered taste was much better, the depth was notable. And it got two people out of the way: I should do it two at a time more often, and be done sooner. Duo number two was selected between my fingers and popped into my mouth, then duos three and four followed suit. It felt so much more humane this way, by ending it quicker. In my haste, I had duo number five waiting in my fingers before number four had even been fully chewed. I regretted that, but couldn't exactly put them back down. All I could do was finish quickly, make it less of a show, and then do the same to them. Then duo number six was invited to the stage; they took two bites total. Number seven was next, but when I looked at the crowd, I was in shock.

There was only one person left, quaking in their boots and staring at me. There was so many people just a moment ago. I only ever picked up to ten of them. What went wrong? I thought it over for a moment and realized there was an opening between this building and my left foot; some of them must have snuck past me. Good for them, I thought. I'm willing to give them a chance.

But not this poor sap. He sat here and waited for me to choose him. If I had known he wanted me to eat him, I would have pinched him up first. I granted his wish, and in one upward swipe, he was off the ground and in my mouth. I even stuck out my tongue and let him enjoy the view; I had read online somewhere that some people had fantasies about being eaten alive, and I felt good that I could bring that to life, my teeth coming down onto him.

I swallowed and sat in the relative silence; they were all gone. An entire throbbing crowd of terrified city folk had ceased to exist. I was looking for my fifth, hoping soon I could end this and go find somewhere to sleep, which was an entire battle in itself.

Looking around I noticed the buildings on either side of me and leaned in towards the office building on my right. From this close I could see a few people inside it, some beginning to flee, others staring back at me in a stupor. I brought two fingers crashing through the window and took one little man between them. I watched as he melted into soul-searing panic, maybe he couldn't believe what was happening. Frankly, neither could I. All I knew was that I was unbearably hungry. I brought him to my waiting mouth, listening to him shriek. It was truly awful that I had to do this to people. But I never ate more than ten... surely this city had more than ten people in it.