That night, Ben’s dreams were a landscape of his deepest fears and darkest nightmares. 

He dreamed of two giants, having Their way with tiny playthings. Their faces were obscured by clouds, but Ben knew who They were. They stood miles high, naked, muscular, golden tanned; perfect. The male giant’s monstrous penis was fully erect, in a display of utter triumph over His minuscule toys. The female giant only rose to the height of the male’s waist, but She was still larger than anything that had ever existed, except for Him. At their feet were thousands, perhaps millions, of speck-sized people.

The male commanded the specks, “OBEY.” 

Ben prayed desperately that the littles would obey, but they did not. Nor could they. They were given no orders to obey. The outcome was predetermined.

The giant lifted one foot, and brought it slowly down on a crowd of a thousand specks. They were erased into tiny red smears on His soles.

Now it was the giantess’ turn. She kneeled down, bringing her monolithic face close to the ground. It was Heather. Her eyes lazily drifted over the sea of speck-sized people below Her. She spoke one word.

“SNACKS.” The word echoed and reverberated across the planet.

Within an instant, Her meaty tongue was extended, lapping up scores of people, enveloped in her saliva. Some drowned, their lungs filling with gallons of Heather’s spit. The survivors wished they hadn’t been, as Heather swallowed them into the abyss of Her stomach. She then licked Her fingers, and lowered them onto more victims. They clung to Her spit, helplessly screaming for mercy. They received none.

Heather lightly tapped her fingers, dropping the insignificant morsels onto the giant’s penis. The insects now clung to His shaft for dear life, feeling His godlike member pulsate with power. Their screams were silenced, however, when Heather’s impossibly massive tongue enveloped them too, taking the giant’s cock into Her mouth.

She began to suck and lick His penis, smearing little ones across the surface. Those that survived this torture were faced with an even worse sentence, when the giant came in Heather’s mouth. Millions of gallons of His cum filled her cavernous mouth, sweeping away thousands of little nothings. She withdrew the giant’s cock from Her mouth. Encased in the giant’s cum, most of the mites were swallowed by Heather. But some were still stuck to His foreskin. She left them there, to live out the rest of their insignificant lives in a god’s semen. They would learn true humility. In time, if they lived long enough, they would come to love their new position in life, as permanent residents on the penis of a god. They would all love their new gods. In time.

The giant extended His palm, a mile wide, and brought it down to the giantess. “Bring him to me.” His voice boomed across the cosmos.

The giantess obliged. She gazed down at the sea of people and saw Her lone, insignificant target. It was Ben. He tried to run, but found his legs brought him nowhere. Now he was flying, being risen high into the sky, and delivered between Heather’s monstrous finger and thumb. She pinched him, with infinite delicateness. A massive green orb fixated on the mote named Ben. It was Heather’s eye. Her expression, difficult to make out at this impossible scale, was utter indifference.

She spoke not a word to him. Barely seemed to recognize him. Instead, She deposited Ben onto the giant’s continental palm. Now the palm rose, above the clouds, bringing Ben face to face with a fearsome sight. It was Jason.

“BOW.” The god commanded the speck. The speck bowed. He bowed as low as he possibly could, utterly humbled by the monstrous Adonis who now owned the world. The god’s deep laughter rumbled through every atom of Ben’s tiny excuse for a body. “GOOD BOY.”

The god brought His hand up to His mouth. “IN.” He commanded, His massive tongue making contact with His palm. Ben did as commanded. He sprinted across the god’s palm, and scrambled onto the surface of the tongue, becoming one with the giant’s saliva. Jason took Ben into His mouth, and kept him there. Blackness.

Then a new dream began. 

Ben was in church. A glorious cathedral, lined with statues of a goddess. The Goddess. Worshipers sang hymns to the one who brought unending justice to the world. There were two gods, once, but the female god turned out to be too powerful for the male. She outgrew him, and devoured him. Her hunger for justice was insatiable. She punished many wicked people. The handful of humanity that was left spent most of their lives on their knees, bowing before Her. 

The world smelled of Her scent. All that existed now was Her will, Her desires. To become a sacrifice to Her was the greatest honor. All who lived bent to Her designs. So too would all who would ever live, everyone, forever. And soon everyone who had ever lived would worship Her. She would erase all history, and remake it as She pleased. She was God now.

Ben began to run, desperate to escape this world. But wherever he went, She was watching. He couldn’t escape Her. Nobody could. The whole world turned green, as light reflected off a giant jade surface. Ben looked up at the sky, but the sky wasn’t there. From horizon to horizon, there was only Heather’s eye, staring down. At him.


He awoke in a cold sweat. His heart was still pounding. Ben was in total darkness, and once again pinned, this time by huge masses of soft flesh. He was caught between Heather’s thighs, he figured. No sense in struggling. Heather always had extremely strong thighs. He couldn’t escape them at normal size, much less his present one, whatever that was.