It was subtle at first. A dull, rhythmic trembling of the ground. Each new tremor greater than the last. Sirens blew. Residents of the coastal city fled their homes, fearing oncoming tsunamis. Those who looked out across the ocean knew what was really coming. It was Jason.

His hulking form was ascending out of the ocean, as the sea floor curved upwards to meet the surface. He was naked, having discarded his clothes miles back into the sea. They no longer had any use to him. He wanted everyone to see how big he was, in every sense of the term. He began to reduce his size on his approach, careful that each footfall wouldn’t create waves so huge they alone would wash away the city’s populace. Jason wasn’t in the mood for fishing. 

In an upturned palm, he held Heather, still only seven feet tall. At this point, she was simply along for the ride, a mere witness to the end of history. She flooded her mind with good thoughts about the mission, support for Jason, no doubts. No fears. No indications that she desired to betray him. If he knew, he might eat her too. Maybe she’d have to live the rest of her life like this, thinking fake thoughts to appease the world’s new god. She didn’t allow herself a moment to consider it. Good job Jason. Go get ‘em. Eat them all. Make us safe. You’re so big. The biggest. She thought she could see Jason smile with approval, but his head was too high above to be sure.

He reached the shore, standing tall as a skyscraper. The entire city was in chaos. Many tried to flee, while others dropped to their knees and surrendered, praying for mercy. Mercy wasn’t coming. Jason began to grow again.

“What are you doing?” Heather asked, looking way up his colossal body. 

A deep rumble emanated from his body, felt for miles in every direction. He was chuckling.

“I’m going to grow. And they’re going to shrink. And I will eat this entire city in one gulp,” Jason boomed. 

3.6 million people, and he would devour them in an instant. This was the point of no return. Heather tried to find a solution, a way to stop him, but she couldn’t think about it in those terms. Her thoughts, still confining themselves to appeasing Jason, found the only solution they could.

“No!” she yelled.

He stopped growing. 

“Why not,” Jason asked.

“I want to have fun first!”

Jason looked into her mind and was elated at what he saw. Her head was finally, fully in the game. She was completely committed to the cause, and above all, to Jason. Nothing could turn her on more than to see him lick this entire pathetic, evil nation clean, and grow into a planet. Only he could restore order to this chaotic world, even if he had to become the world itself. He could do it. He should do it. Heather projected these desires so fiercely that Jason felt his giant heart flutter. He felt selfish, taking all this glory for himself. Heather was the perfect partner, and she deserved her share, even if it would be decidedly smaller. 

The ruse worked. He stooped down and lowered his palm to the beach. Heather slid off, expecting to land roughly on the sand, but it hit her much more quickly than she anticipated. She had grown. Jason was in control of her size, and began to bring her up to his waist. Now she was the skyscraper, but he was still too far out of her league.

He released his pheromones, letting the ocean breeze carry them throughout the city. Heather was immune, as Jason discovered to his dismay weeks ago. She was the one threat to him he couldn’t control, so he always made sure to keep her under his thumb. But now that he could see the inner workings of her mind, he knew she wasn’t a threat. She was his greatest ally. He pet her hair, as she stared lovingly up at him. She was filled with such fondness and affection. Finally, someone to truly share this glory with.

“Everyone stop. Get out onto the street and stand still,” he ordered. Millions obeyed, crowding onto every street on every square in the entire city. All waiting to be collected. “Go play,” he said to Heather.

She walked across the beach, gingerly at first, but gaining confidence with each step. Heather focused, reaching deep into herself and pulling to the surface all the dark parts she feared and buried away. Even the slightest hint of inner conflict might expose her true intentions to Jason. Embrace the darkness. Show him what you can do. Show them all what you can do. 

Heather approached a massive crowd of people, filling one of the city’s main arteries. She allowed herself to fully hate these people. With clenched fists she channeled that hate, letting it course through her veins. She searched her mind even deeper, finding that part of herself that she truly feared, the one she locked away, the one that was unleashed for a moment on Ben during interrogation training. She broke its chains and felt that beast roar as it surged through her half-mile high body. It was the part of herself that loved power.

Jason felt it too. By merely touching her mind, he got a contact high. Without even realizing it, he began stroking himself, aroused by Heather’s liberated desires. She will make a fine queen.

She reached down, and slipped her bare feet out of her boots, tossing the boots over a shoulder. They crashed into the sand, leaving behind craters that would take several tides to clean up. Heather stared at the crowd and smiled with glee. Then she stepped forward. The shadow of her foot darkened the skies for a thousand specks, before her sole was brought slowly upon them. She took her time lowering it, feeling every pop and crackle of their pathetic bodies buckling under her immense weight.

“That feels...” she said, looking back over her shoulder at Jason, “...So. Fucking. Good.”

He nodded and stroked. Don’t stop now.

Another step. Her other foot ended the lives of thousands. They didn’t even scream, or resist at all. They weren’t told to. All of them perfectly obedient except-

Heather saw movement in the corner of her eye. Just like in training, a rocket was fired from a nearby building. Then more. The entire street was alight with gunfire. Enemy troops were prepared to defend their city, and equipped their gas masks the moment the earthquakes started. Heather felt a million stinging pin pricks assault her from all sides. Jason stopped his idle stroking, ready to step in and lend a hand. Heather held her sides, and lowered her head defensively. Her shoulders shook, wrenching in pain. Jason took a step forward, then stopped. Heather wasn’t in pain at all. She was laughing. Her laughter bellowed throughout the entire city, shattering nearby windows and causing specks to fall to their knees.

She turned, having located one assault squad in a nearby highrise. “Found you,” she cackled. Before they could even react her fist slammed into the building, sending glass and debris straight out the other side. When she retrieved her hand, it was covered in the blood and bits of the squad. 

Another squad fired at her from below. She lifted a foot and sent it soaring into their safe haven on the third floor. The entire building buckled and collapsed under her power. It tumbled, sending smoke and dust high into the air. Heather emerged from the cloud with a devilish grin on her face, staring straight at Jason.

“Isn’t this so much more fun?” she cheered. He nodded, feeling even more aroused.

More rockets. More bullets. Nothing mattered. Heather sauntered to the next squad, squishing thousands with each step. She found the resistance hiding in a ground level storefront. Heather dropped to her knees, not even noticing how many civilians were squished against her legs. Inside the building, the enemy squad watched as Heather’s beaming, beautiful face filled the entirety of the glass storefront. 

“I’m going to eat you,” she taunted. 

They panicked, but they had no escape. Within seconds, her great hand blasted through the windows, snatching their bodies up and lifting them to the heavens. She toyed with them in her palm, pushing them around with her finger and watching them squirm. They screamed, praying for forgiveness and mercy.

“Is this what it was like when you ate those sailors?” Heather said over her shoulder to Jason, far back on the beach. “Did they squirm and beg like this?”

“No. They didn’t fight at all. I broke their wills first,” Jason said.

Heather brought the specks right before her mouth, smiling wide. “I prefer it when they fight.”

She tossed them in. Heather swished them about a bit, feeling their bodies scramble across her tongue. And then, she swallowed, adding what little power they had to her own.

“Ohhhh,” she cooed, still embracing that darkness. “That felt so fucking good.”

The city shook again, as Jason walked toward Heather. He was too big for the city streets, so he widened them, nonchalantly knocking over buildings in his path.

“My turn,” he said.

She felt a hint of panic, but suppressed it quickly, hiding it from Jason, burying it under a heap of hedonistic desires. 

“I want to lick them off your body,” she said, stepping toward him and grabbing his thighs. She pulled herself inward and licked his erect shaft, looking upward at him with sex in her eyes. She giggled, playfully, and kissed the tip of his penis.

Jason looked into her mind once more, and saw her entire vision of the future. All her pent-up desires needed to be satiated first, and then Jason could have the rest of the city to himself. And then the next. And the next. She projected a vision of herself, an inch tall and dipped in honey, with a million tiny bodies clinging to her own. And Jason, in the comfort of his own home, lapping them off her body, only to dip her again. In another vision, she would stand on top of his palm, and hand-feed him tiny people. As she scooped a pile of victims into his mouth, his lips would close around her arms, and he would suck her in, and kiss her, and lick her, and own her completely. In a final vision, Heather and Jason returned home, 100 feet high. Heather would rip the roof off her apartment, and pluck Ben from the couch. She would dangle him over Jason’s open maw, and drop him in. It was the final vision that turned Jason on the most.

He grunted, stimulated by Heather’s thoughts and her tongue. Jason pat her head and gently pushed her off. With his other hand, he pointed to the city.

“Have a few. But I get most,” he said.

She nodded, and scampered off, collapsing streets and buildings in her footfalls. Heather returned, with a palm full of people. Jason’s eyebrows arched, unsure if he was comfortable with her eating that many. Before he could protest, she nuzzled his hip with her head.

“Lie down!” she ordered, pushing into him. He did so, walking back to the beach and stretching out. She crawled onto his abdomen and straddled him, as best she could, sprinkling one handful across his chest. Heather loomed over the little people, supporting herself by placing both hands on Jason’s pectorals. She lowered herself down and began to lick, slowly, enjoying every single moment of it. One swipe of her tongue across Jason’s chest engulfed a hundred lives. 

Jason licked one of his fingers and brought it down on some specks, collecting them in his saliva. He brought it before his face and studied them. He opened his mouth to take them in, but Heather grabbed his hand with two comparatively small ones of her own. She pulled it toward herself and lapped at his finger, keeping all the snacks for herself.

“Get me more,” she ordered.

Jason hesitated, worried about ceding her too much power. But her thoughts, once again, were all about him. She wanted more than anything to live in a snowglobe on Jason’s desk. Occasionally, he would drop snacks into the globe for her to enjoy, but he would always be bigger. Even if she outgrew him by accident, Heather made a silent promise in her brain to feed Jason to get him back on top. She would even feed herself to him if there was nothing left. Jason marveled at her unspoken commitment. He’d never felt so loved by anyone else. 

“Whatever you like,” he said. He turned to the city. “Another thousand, come to me.”

A mass of mindless automatons marched obediently toward him. Heather snatched them from the ground, swiveled around, and delicately patted them against Jason’s cock. She laughed again, watching them stick to the sweat and spit on his divine shaft. And then, they were gone. Scores of people were swept away by Heather’s tongue. Jason began to respond, reaching his climax. A million gallons of precum dribbled down his cock. 

Heather stopped, giving him a break. She looked about the beach for any remaining specks. Finding one, she scooped him up, and with the utmost care, deposited him at the very top of Jason’s manhood. The little man swam indifferently in Jason’s cum, waiting for his next orders. Heather turned to Jason.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

“I’d split you in half,” he said, laughing at the very idea.

“Then let’s grow. Both of us. I want to be huge. I want to know what it feels like to be your size. And let’s fuck until this whole city collapses!”

Jason was silent for a moment, considering his options. Heather pointed to the little man at the tip of Jason’s penis.

“This,” she said, “is where I want Ben. When we get home, you’re going to put him deep inside me, and we will show him who the real big man is.”

Jason nearly came at the thought. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

They grew together. Jason stretched across five miles of beach, while Heather still straddled him, her upper body ascending into the sky. She halted the growth of her clothes, letting herself grow through them, exposing her magnificent breasts to the world. 

Something happened on the way up. It was too subtle at first for Jason to notice. Heather was outgrowing him, and at an increasing rate. By the time Jason realized what was happening, it was too late. He wasn’t growing anymore. Heather had the upper hand, harnessing all the power from the thousands of lives she consumed that day and turning it against him. Jason was shrinking again.

“Do you want to know what I really think, Jason?” she asked, giggling as he dwindled.

Jason looked into her mind one more time, and screamed.