Hi folks of the greater
multiverse.
It’s
me, Melissa the giant safety officer again. I know it’s been awhile
since I last checked in. Sorry, but I’ve been very involved in a
project that’s been taking up most of my free time. That’s what
I’m writing about now. I’ve been selected by the Council on
Inter-size Relations to host a small city of tiny folks in my
backyard. See, tinies, that is, the smallest size scale people of my
Earths, actually have to deal with fairly high population density in
their cities and their parts of the worlds in general. This is
ultimately caused by the fact that bigger folks, like me for example,
take up so much space live, and also because smaller folks, for
whatever reason, just reproduce at a much faster rate than us big
folks. I read somewhere that it’s a result of high levels of orgone
radiation leaking through the cracks between our mushed together
universes, a result of the incident fifty of our years ago. Since
they’re smaller, they just soak up more of it. Luckily, there are
farms and such that produce food at every size scale. The only thing
we can’t make more of is space.
A
possible solution is having smaller folk build towns and cities in
the bigger folks lands. Long story short, I now have a small
experimental planned community living in my backyard full of tiny
folks, and including surrounding suburbs. Let me just say right off
the bat, they are ridiculously cute.
In
the “big” little city that I normally patrol for work there are a
couple buildings that just about reach my neck; not the case with my
backyard city. Right now, it’s all mostly one or two story
structures. The tallest is still only 10 or so stories tall. Not even
really a skyscraper by their measure. And they’re just so tiny and
cute. I never get assigned to tiny suburbs or smaller cities, so it’s
a real treat getting a nice little community right next to me for me
to enjoy whenever I have some spare time.
And
you might ask, “Melissa, isn’t there a temptation, having so many
tinies right there, isn’t there a certain desire to just start
squishing and crushing things?”
Well,
there is.
Not
very often, but sometimes, I’m sprawled out on my stomach, elbows
on the ground, my chin cupped in my hands, watching the little city
go about its business when an impulse drifts in.
Smash
that building with your finger,
it says.
Put
your hand down on that crowd of tiny
people and feel
them squirm under your palm,
It says.
But
I’m a grownup with actual self-control. I don’t have to smash
a small, but growing, community just because it’s cute and precious
and would feel all nice
and delicious
against my skin.
Anyway,
you might be wondering if this city has safety officers. It does, a
few of my colleagues, different regional department of course, come
in to watch over it. I can’t be assigned to it, because I’m only
accredited to work in larger cities under the supervision of mile
highs.
Regardless, if there was an emergency, of course I would lend a hand
or a foot, no hesitation. Not that I think that often about what it
would be like to have all those little buildings squished flat under
my destructive yet protective soles.
Instead,
the city is assigned a few officers in the 50-70 foot range, and a
couple of 6-700 foot tall ones to get immediate control of anything
too major. I’ve even had a few of them over to my place for drinks
after our shifts. They’re an alright bunch for the most part, and a
lot of fun. Those 50-70 foot folks fit well into some interesting
places on a 1500 foot tall gal like myself. I figure a little
post-shift fun never hurt anyone, and it distracts me from thinking
about my city in ways that are, you know, inappropriate for a host
and protector, not that I’d think of any such things all that
often.
_
Well,
I fucked it up just a little bit.
It
was a pure accident. Over my weekend, I was doing some light
gardening, just pulling up weeds really.
Well,
I was pulling up said weeds, and putting them in my little bucket. A
bit repetitive, but I enjoy the meditative nature of work like that.
I was going on autopilot after awhile. Sometimes I’ll actually let
weeds build up a little to make it a more substantial chore for
myself. Anyway, eventually I was done with my small flowerbeds right
up against the back of the house, and started to go on “patrol”
through the rest of the backyard. Just as I got close to the city
limits. A poof of pollen from my bucket must have poofed up into my
face. It hit my nose and I couldn’t help it; I sneezed.
“Achoo!”
The bucket went flying. I
managed to keep hold of it, and thought that all was well. I looked
around and saw to my horror that bits of, to the citizens, gigantic
weed fluff and leaf shreds were drifting down right toward the urban
core. I acted from the well honed instincts of a professional.
Without thinking, I raced over
to catch the floating fluffs in my bucket. The attempt was a success
and only minor plant matter would reach the city below. I figured the
official safety officers had it from there, and it should be easy for
them to deal with the mess. Still, I heard distant alarms going off,
along with the high pitched chirping of tiny voices shouting and
yelling. It seemed that in my rush to protect the city, my big old
toes, I always garden barefoot you know, had bulldozed a fair number
of houses and businesses. My heart sank; embarrassment flooded my
face.
“So sorry, folks.” I signed
to the people below.
The safety officers moved in.
The tallest of them were already getting to work picking through the
bigger pieces of rubble and smashing anything that looked like it
could be a danger to the tiny citizens, as well as freeing those that
they could. I stayed exactly where I was, since the areas directly
under and around my feet were the safest places in the city for tiny
human life at that moment.
It took them a couple hours to
go through all the rubble, extracting the tinies stuck under things.
Did it feel nice to have all
those little folks scrambling around my feet? Between my toes? Wedged
under my toenails in a couple cases?
Well sure, but it was hardly
worth the cost in these the buildings I so easily demolished. Tiny
workers spent time and effort on those things. When it was all over,
I apologized profusely, inviting all officers and citizens who were
interested back to my place for a drink or other refreshments.
A few took up my offer, and we
had a fine enough time. A few even stuck around for later again. I
was happy to give them a sweatier more intimate apology later on in
my bedroom. As I drifted off to sleep that night, tiny people still
wedged into some wonderful spots of my anatomy, I swore to myself
that I would be more careful in the future.
-
Well, I sure fucked it up again!
I have been a bad negligent
neighbor, a bad public safety officer, and a pathetic excuse for a
benevolent giant lady.
I was sitting next to the city,
crisscross applesauce style, gazing down into city, taking in the
various and sundry activities of the populous. At work, I’m always
so alert I never really get a chance to just take in all the fun
little moments of city life. It was getting toward a balmy spring
twilight, and after a few drowsy yawns, I stood up, ready to head
inside for the evening. As I stood, I caught an unmistakable smell,
stinging and acrid, hitting my nostrils.
Smoke!
This was an emergency.
I acted on instinct, stomping
through the little city straight to its heart, so I could look down
and get a fix on the fire or fires to stomp them out. Numerous
buildings and citizens were flattened under my bare feet, but they
would be alright down there. A fire posed a far bigger risk to their
safety than an intense, but non-fatal crushing. I scanned the ground
in some confusion.
From the smell, the fire must
have been truly enormous, but all I saw was my own trail of
destruction.
I sniffed again, paying careful
attention. There was an element I hadn’t noticed before, of hot
cooking meat.
I cocked my head up, and gazed
into my neighbor’s yard. A pretty young black woman who I’d never
gotten to know very well, spending as much time out of my house for
work and outings, as I do. Cute though, with v chunky little round
face and short dreadlocks stylishly arranged. She stood there in
front of her grill.
She gave a little wave.
I waved back smiling, but I was
dying inside.
I looked back down at the
destruction I’d wrought.
Once again, the smaller safety
officers extracted tiny people from the rubble. I squatted down at
the knees to get a closer look without moving my feet. The magnitude
of what my, from their perspective, 200 foot long feet were capable
of dong to this little place was truly remarkable. Their buildings
seemed a lot more crumbly than the ones I was used to dealing with at
work. Almost like they were made to be crushed. I was terribly
embarrassed again, but also felt that little thrill of power that
always comes from smashing smaller buildings, and, of course, the
physical pleasure feeling the dozens of people held fast safely under
my bare feet.
Still, those bits of good
feeling were tempered by shame and guilt. I waited on that spot for
nearly two hours before they gave me the all clear to move out, which
I did as quickly as I could with as little destruction as I could.
Here’s the thing, once was bad
enough, right?
One accident smashing in the
infrastructure of my new neighbors should have been the wake up call,
right?
As soon as I got back to the
grass, I checked each sole thoroughly, picking off any debris or
people who’d gotten stuck to them and placing it and them back down
at the city limits. That done, I walked back into my little house,
walked into my little bedroom, and flopped down on my bed. With my
head down on my arms crossed on my pillow, I cried my little eyes
out. They stung, but not as much as the stinging in my heart. I was a
failure. I had failed in being a good neighbor, failed in being a
good host, and failed in being a public safety officer. I decided
right there, lying on my bed, that the only solution was for me to
stay the fuck out of my own backyard.
That night I got in touch with a
gardening service who could deal with yard maintenance, and explained
how very careful they needed to be of the little city in my backyard.
I loved gardening, but it seemed clear that I just couldn’t control
myself out there.
I went for a whole week like
that, keeping myself occupied and staying out of my yard, then two,
then three. I was starting to feel pretty proud of my plan to keep
the city safe from me. True, thoughts of it drifted through my head
every once in awhile. How cute it was, how much the little folks
seemed to enjoy having someone of my stature around when most small
city’s never even got to see someone as big as me, let alone
interact with them. I pushed those thoughts down, as well as those
little memories of how nice it felt, how powerful to feel those
little buildings crunch and crumble as my soles slammed down on them,
or my toes plowed through them. Instead, I threw myself into work,
where there’s always more than enough incidental crushing and
destruction to satisfy anyone, you’d think anyway.
On my weekends, I blew off steam
surfing the Interwebs to port in masses of tinies to consensualy
smash around and play with and squish to our mutual content. Before
I’d do this sort of thing once or twice a month, maybe for example
you read that thing about what I do in my bathtub. It was a nice
little treat every once in awhile, but I found myself ordering in, so
to speak, almost once a week, quickly burning through portal network
credits.
After a whole month of this, I
still had those stray thoughts about the city, and the things I’d
like to do with it. I didn’t feel like I could trust myself. I even
set up a little rampage play date in a different consenting city. I
had a blast running around, crushing little people, ripping buildings
off their foundations, cramming tinies into every orifice I cared to,
and devouring them as well. I even got my rocks off with a nice thick
skyscraper up my pussy in classic horny giant fashion. Incidentally,
you might be skeptical that sticking a big hunk of masonry and steel
beams into yourself would feel all that good, but, in our worlds,
architects design with both livability for tiny people, and pleasure
potential, for big folk, in mind. It was a wonderful time, tons of
fun, and got me off like nothing else. It was definitely a good way
to scratch that city itch, but like, porting people in, it would get
expensive if I did it all the time.
The city even got into my
dreams. I saw my feet, magnificently pedicured, nails a lovely red to
orange to yellow gradient resembling a fire. Those lovely toes and
the soles attached were slamming down on buildings and citizens, many
of whom I recognized. I wriggled my toes in lustful pleasure, desire
coursing through my body; feeling those squishy little people under
my feet, knowing that I could do anything to them as hard as I wanted
without hurting them. Then I felt brickwork crumble between those
mighty toes, and felt the glory as I watched block after block
demolished by my feet. With a carelessly wanton thought, I stood
before an untouched part of the city, and jumped forward to flop down
so my whole body would smash into every building. Thousands would
squirm under me feeling as much pleasure as I was, enjoying what my
power could do to them and their little city. That’s when I woke
up, dreamily elated at first, but soon uncomfortable in a puddle of
my own sweat and fluids.
I jumped in the shower to chill
out, hoping that cold water would freeze out the horny. As I toweled
myself dry, I remembered that it was a day off. I sighed in
disappointment and started getting dressed, trying to figure out
something to occupy my time. I had a few errands to run, and a few
chores around the house, and no incidental crushing or destruction
along the way to help keep those urges at bay.
I just finished getting dressed
when the doorbell buzzed.
I looked through the peephole
and saw my neighbor, the black woman who’d been grilling the
afternoon of my disgrace. I opened my door.
“We need to talk about your
city.” She said.
“Okay,” I said and invited
her in.+
I asked if she wanted some
coffee. She accepted and sat down on my couch. I made two cups and
sat with her. We took a few sips and she got down to business.
“I want to use your city.”
“What?” I asked.
“To play in it, you know, run
around and trash things a little. You don’t seem to be using it.
I’d like to stomp around in it and destroy stuff.
“What?” I asked again.
“The little folks seem
interested. Especially since it seems like you don’t really like
crushing and smashing things.”
“What?” I asked a third and
final time, and took another sip of coffee.
“Well, the cute little mayor
guy got my attention and we’ve been texting. He said that the
citizens were enjoying the occasional unpredictable destruction, but
it seems like you’re not into it.”
“Huh,” I uttered, “I, uh,
I didn’t know they liked their stuff getting destroyed and
trampled. I assumed I was causing a problem.”
“well, they seem pretty into
it. I figured if you don’t like it, I’d enjoy getting to mess
around and rampage a little, once every couple weeks or so maybe?”
A flash of possessive jealousy
flared inside of my heart.
“I guess you have the Mayor’s
number?”
“Sure.” She got out her
phone and flicked the screen around a little. ‘Ah, here.”
She showed me the number and I
dialed it on my phone. It rang a few times then someone picked up.
“This the office of the mayor
of Junction City, who may I say is calling?”
“This is Melissa, the 1500
foot tall woman who lives in the house.”
“Oh, of course,” they said,
“I’ll patch you right through.”
There was a muted tone and
someone picked up.
“Hello,” a man’s voice
said.
“Hi, this is Melissa from the
house. My neighbor is here and says you’ve been talking about
having her rampage in the city every once in a while.”
“Yes,” he said, “we find
destruction and getting squished, and so forth pretty exciting. You
don’t seem to like it, so we thought we’d ask Heidi about it.”
“Who’s Heidi?” I asked
Heidi.
“I am,” Heidi hissed from
next to me on the couch.
“Your neighbor,” he said at
about the same time.
“Oh,” I said.
“You didn’t know my name?”
Heidi hissed.
“Yes, we looked up her number,
and asked if Heidi would be interested.” The mayor said.
“He knows my name,”
Heidi said crossing her arms.
“I actually really enjoy
crushing and rampaging in cities. I thought that it wouldn’t be
appreciated in a new growing city.”
“I see,” he said, “didn’t
you read the guidance book they sent when you signed up for the
program?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Well, it specifically says a
certain amount of destruction and rampage is both expected and
desired. Part of what we’re doing here is testing new rapid
rebuilding technologies. We can’t do that if things never get
crunched.”
“I see,” I said, “Well
then, I am very interested in those things. I’d love to lay waste
to your city.”
“I’m glad we’ve overcome
this misunderstanding. Just so you know, you can get as adult as you
want with your rampaging. We’ve got all the legally required
perception filters and daycare bunkers in place for minors and anyone
else who doesn’t want to participate, hear, or see what you’re
doing.”
“Oooh,” I cooed, “You
really know how to make a giant girl want to annihilate your
municipality.”
“Now wait a minute.” Heidi
interrupted. “What about me? You’ve got a safety officer job
where you get to interact with smaller folks all the time. I work in
an office for a company that supplies boxes of all sizes to
businesses of all sizes. I’m lucky if I get a chgance do a rampage
once in two months.”
“Is Heidi still welcome?” I
asked.
“Sure,” he said, “two
giants would be great.”
“How much are we allowed to
destroy?”
“Well, you didn’t really
understand what our deal was, so if you want to just flatten the
whole thing, that would be fine.”
“Cool, Mr. Mayor.”
“My name is Aaron by the way.”
“Cool, Aaron. I want to make
this special, so we’re going to have some breakfast. Go do a few
little errands (get it?) and get ready for the event this
afternoon.”
“Sounds great,” Aaron said.
“When should we expect you?”
“It’ll be a surprise. Anyway
bye, have a good day, two big bad giants could rampage your town
anytime today.” I hung up.
“What kind of errands do you
want to do?” Heidi asked.
“I want to invest in this a
little,” I said. “Get a Mani-pedi, get something nice to wear for
the occasion. I figure an inaugural rampage should be something
special.”
“Sounds good,” she said,
“You know Melinda,” she
smirked, “I’ve never
really talked much to you, but you seem alright.
I’d love to rampage a small city with you.”
“Alright,”
I said shrugging off her
teasing with good humor.
So
we went off to have some
breakfast, do some shopping,
and to get dolled up a little. I got the fire gradient thing I’d
seen in my dream on my toes and fingernails. Heidi went with a bright
vibrant bubblegum pink for hers. Then we went clothes shopping. I
ended up getting a two piece swimsuit
that was white with little
gold piping things around the edges, and a bottom that I thought made
my ass look good. This was important, because I planned to crush many
buildings and little people under it.
Heidi
went with a pair of denim cutoffs with bright copper rivets on the
pockets, a white cotton tank-top and
a straw cowboy hat and cowboy
boots to match.
I
finished my “day at the beach” look with a pair of nice cushy
leather sandals with thin enough soles that any interested tiny
people should be able to climb aboard with a little effort.
Agreeing
that each looked smashing,
we drove back to my house to change and get pumped up for the
afternoon’s fun.
-
Just
a little before 2:30 PM
we came strutting
out of
my back door and walked over to the city. I
smiled taking it in in it’s entirety. It spread across a good
portion of the furthest back part of my yard coming right up to the
fence. It was low, gray, and full of little people and their vehicles
going about their business. Some
had obviously been told in advance what was on the menu for the
afternoon, as many of the observation decks and roofs of the
buildings were jam packed with tiny people.
Heidi
and I looked each other in the eye. We had agreed between the two of
us that we weren’t going to hold anything back. Our combined
protective auras along with
those of the safety officers
meant that little folks down in the city wouldn’t even
hurt themselves in minor accidents, let alone being knocked around in
collapsing buildings, or under soft bare giant feet. We planned to
rampage as hard as we could. I looked down at my toes. They
looked almost exactly like they had in my dreams.
So
I decided to follow my
dreams.
I got a jogging start, and
jumped, spreading myself, and landing front first onto a massive
section of the downtown business district. As I hit, hundreds of
little buildings collapsed and shattered under my enormous body. The
thousands of tines crushed and squished underneath wouldn’t be hurt
at all. I could sense the thousands of tinies pinned under my body
and the wreckage, their little auras raising goosebumps all over my
body. I looked down at the scene directly beneath my face in the
teeny little canyons of the downtown streets. Hundreds of little
people were looking right up into my eyes. Some stood still, perhaps
in a bit of shock from my sheer impact. Others got out their little
phones and started videoing.
I smiled and said, “Hello,
little folks.” even though I knew the size difference would turn it
into a long deep incomprehensible roar to them. That was part of the
fun. I heard a crash to my side and looked over to see Heidi wading
in, devastating the little commercial and industrial districts with
her big bad boots. I turned back down to the sight below my face. A
crowd of tiny folks was gathering in a mass right below me, taking
pictures and gawking. I dipped my head down and slid out my tongue,
dragging it across the ground, scooping up dozens and dozens of
tinies. They were so good, delicious and felt wonderful in other ways
too, like little fizzy orgasms on my tongue. They squirmed and
wriggled against my soft wet flesh, and I squirmed and wriggled my
bulk against the rubble underneath my body and all those little
people trapped there. I drew my tongue back into my mouth, covered in
little people smaller than grains of rice. They tickled in a
wonderfully relaxing way. I swished them around my mouth a bit, then
swallowed them en masse. Smiling, I opened my mouth wide and dangled
my tongue out again, showing the tinies that I’d already eaten
their fellow citizens.
“Thank you,” I said. “You
are a very tasty town.”
Figuring I could only do so much
laying down, I got back up to my feet, destroying more buildings and
infrastructure with my hands as I braced myself. I looked over and
saw Heidi busying herself. At some point she’d slipped off one of
her boots. She was dangling her foot with its pretty pink nails,
right above a huge crowd of tiny people. She held it for a couple
seconds, then slam, right down into the tarmac and the little bodies
standing on it. She twisted her foot back and forth over the spot,
like she was grinding out a cigarette. When she was done she let her
foot rest back on the ground. I could see many dozens of tinies
crawling between and around her enormous toes. She wiggled her toes,
and giggled, smiling widely, obviously enjoying having so many little
people down there.
I looked around and saw the
tallest pf the city’s safety officers approaching the two of us.
“What’s up?” I signed at
them.
A nearly 500 foot tall black man
(About a third of me and Heidi’s heights.) with kind eyes and a
mustache, signed back, “The Mayor said we were to assist you in
anyway with you and your neighbors fun. Emphasis on the word ‘any’.”
“Oh my,” I said to Heidi.
“Looks like we’ve got some little helpers for our fun.”
Heidi smiled, “the more the
merrier. Do you little giants want to help us big giants tear this
little city apart?” She signed.
“Your wish is our command,”
another 500 footer, this one a cutely chunky East Asian woman with
cut muscles.
“Alright then,” Heidi
signed, “why don’t you guys corral up some tinies, “that
Melissa and I can put to our various purposes?”
“On it,” the little black
giant signed back. Then they scattered, presumably to carry out their
mission. As they ran off I eyed some of the smaller giants, the 50 to
90 footers, thinking about various uses they could be put to, but
that would be for later.
In the meantime, I looked at one
of the taller little buildings with it’s roof crammed with tinies
and got an idea. I walked over to it, uncaring of the things getting
crushed under me, but also enjoying not caring about it. I looked
down at the hundreds of tinies grouped together as tightly as they
could cram themselves onto the rooftop. I crouched down until I was
down around their eye levels.
“Like what you see?” I asked
out loud.
The force of my voice alone
blasted many of the little people off of the rooftop and onto the
ground hundreds of their feet below. Seeing it made me giggle, which
sent even more of them flying off of the roof. It was a real thrill
being able to do whatever I wanted to these folks, and they would be,
more or less, perfectly safe, maybe a little sore the next day.
Then I did something impulsive.
I made my hand flat and shoved it into the building, in one side out
the other, in a spot about halfway through the little structure. I
heard the yells and screams of the tinies surprised by my quick
action, I took a second to appreciate the excitement, and then I
lifted my hand directly up cupping it to contain the upper half of
the building and the many many tiny people on top and inside it.
Despite that precaution several fell through the cracks of my fingers
and plummeted to a startling, but safe impact on the ground. They
could be seen dusting themselves off after falling hundreds of feet
down to the pavement.
I gazed down into my hand,
enjoying the sight of the little wreckage nicely filling the palm of
my hand. I stood back up, bringing the little building top with me. I
raised it up, so that I could look all my little captive in their
eyes. I grinned at them with, what I hoped was, a devilish
expression, and then clenched my hands. The structure twisted and
buckled under the force of nothing but my own fingers. The little
folks wriggled around against the sensitive skin of my palm and, most
deliciously, between my fingers.
I looked down into the stub of a
building that was left. There were tiny folks scrambling around of
course. From my vantage it looked like they were mostly trying to
gather any belongings they wouldn’t want destroyed. At least, I
assume that’s why so many of them were frantically going through
there desks and throwing things into their briefcases and backpacks.
It looked like quite a well to do business establishment, based on
the interior decoration that hadn’t been smashed yet.
“Hey, Heidi,” I called out,
“Don’t you have certain feelings about office jobs?”
Heidi looked up at me from the
other side of the city, and stomped her way over to me with
exaggerated steps, obviously calculated to cause as much destruction
as possible.
“I sure do,” she said.
She stopped next to me and
looked down into the barely standing stub.
“Look at all those little
drones, trying to rescue their files, and whatever else.” She said.
“Five out of eight days a week, I’m just like that. So they do
get some of my sympathy,” She lifted up her booted foot and plunged
it down toe first into the structure. It immediately crunched and
flattened the rest of the way down to the ground. She twisted
grinding the pointed toe of the boot into the wreckage of the
building, “but not much of it.” She finished, and flashed me a
wicked smile. She slipped her supple brown foot up out of the boot,
leaving it there where the skyscraper had been only minutes before. I
felt a surge of raw power seeing a piece of footwear replace a whole
skyscraper.
I looked at my handful, and then
at heidi’s boot. I looked up at heidi. “Mind if I dispose of
this, in there?”
She smiled and nodded. “Do
it.’
I took my squirming crumbling
handful and held it over the opening of the boot.
“Back you go.’ I said, not
that they could understand. I uncurled my fingers and watched as
people and debris plummeted down into the leather boot.
I took one last look at the
wreckage, blew them all a kiss, and looked around for my next target.
That’s when one of the 500
footers came up to me, and told me that they had thousands of tinies
corralled into one of the larger park blocks, ready for our use.
I thanked him, and gave him a
kiss on his cute little cheek, leaving him with an absolutely shit
eating grin, and walked over to the park, shaking my arm to dislodge
remaining tinies that had managed to escape my clutch as I moved,
sending them plummeting to the ground. I did my best to stomp through
some less devastated areas for the pleasure of causing new
destruction with each 250 foot long footfall. The sheer liberation of
not having to worry about the safety and well being of tinies;
indulging in the sheer power my body has over their little landscapes
and cities, to me that’s the essence of a rampage. The thing that
makes them so fun and enjoyable, apart from the fact that feeling all
those tinies on, around, and in your body feels oh so very very good.
Heidi tromped along in my wake,
her pretty pink nails glinting in the afternoon sunlight.
“Say,” I said, “I bet
being in those boots made your poor feet awful tired, maybe even a
bit sore.”
“A bit,” she said smiling,
“They could definitely use a rest.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Those
nice public safety officers have filled a whole park with eager
little ones who, I’m sure, would love to help sooth your soles.”
I pointed down to the park where thousands of little people milled
about like ants, mostly gathered on and around a brick clad square at
the park’s center. “Why don’t you give it a shot?” I
suggested.
Heidi walked ever so casually
over to the park, and slowly planted one foot down on top of the
crowd.
“Ooh, they feel so good.”
Heidi said as her sole made contact with their bodies. She pressed
down slowly, in no rush, taking her time and savoring every little
sensation. She pressed down wriggling those pink capped toes. I could
see the little people oozing up and through between them almost like
little grains of rice or sand, but with faces and little bitty
squeaks.
“Are they good little
masseuses?”
“Uh-huh,” Heidi smiled and
brought her other foot down on the other side of the park, crushing
trees to splinters, and smooshing more crowds of tiny people under
her vast sole. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned and scrunched and flexed her
toes and soles atop the crowds.
“Feels really good, huh?” I
asked, and got back down on my stomach. As I sprawled out, I felt my
own toes plow through more buildings, which was a nice bonus. My face
was directly above Heidi’s feet. I could see the multitude of
beautiful little people swarming around them. They were obviously
having a lot of fun, rubbing themselves against her soles and between
her toes. Many had removed their clothes and were humping either
Heidi’s feet or a nearby partner.
“Heidi,” I said, “I would
like put my face down on your feet, and mess with the tinies. Would
that be alright?”
“Sounds lovely,” Heidi said.
I scooted up closer and looked
right down into Heidi’s feet. She continued scrunching her toes
nice and slowly, like gentle little waves moving the tiny people
around like water or sand. I put my face right down to her slender
brown toes with their shiny pretty pink nails. I lowered my face even
more, so that my mouth was directly over the space between her big
toe and her next toe. I opened my mouth, lowered my my tongue, and
gave a long slow lick between her two toes. Heidi giggled.
As I ran my tongue through that
little, to me, valley, I scooped up dozens of delicious little
people. Again the combination of flavor and sensation sent a smooth
wave of pleasure rolling through my entire body, running from my
mouth, lips, and tongue, down through my naughty bits, and ending at
the very tips of my toes, which already felt pretty good, coated as
they were in rubble and their own clinging tinies. Sharing this
intimacy with my neighbor, my new friend, only made it better. How
come I’d never hung out with this girl before?
“Are they good?” She asked.
“Delicious,” I said through
a full mouth, and accidentally spraying and dropping little bodies
from my mouth.
Heidi snickered “Well, I want
to try some.”
“Okay,” I said, “Step away
from the park.”
She took a couple steps
backwards while I got up into a squatting position and scooped as
many tiny people as I could up into my hands. Then I stood back up
and looked into Heidi’s soft brown eyes.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready.”
I stepped up, onto the park and
the remaining people down there incidentally. As I savored their
little squirms and struggles, I put my hand up to Heidi’s mouth.
“Open wide,” I said.
Heidi complied parting her plush
lips as wide as she could, and sticking out her tongue.
I tipped the hoards of people
out of my hands into her open maw, watching them tumble and flow like
squishy little grains. Even though there weren’t that many people
left under my feet, I still felt that tingling pleasure in my soles
from being in contact with their little bodies. Like scalp tingles,
but in my feet. As the last couple tinies tumbled into Heidi’s
mouth, I wiggled my fingers around to dislodge any that were still
clinging to my fingers. I took a moment to to savor the view of
Heidi’s mouth, her tongue and lips were almost completely coated in
tiny people.
“Tasty?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” Heidi answered.
She swished them around in her mouth for a bit, and then did a big
exaggerated swallow. “Delicious, a gourmet treat of the highest
quality.”
“Any other rampage basics you
want to do?” I asked.
“Well,” she stroked her chin
thoughtfully, “we haven’t done anything too adult yet, if
you know what I mean?”
“Oh,” I smirked, “I
absolutely do.”
“Normally I’m a little shy
about that kind of rampage.” Heidi said. “But here with just you
and me and the millions of little people, I think I could really get
into it. I mean, check this out.” She took my wrist and guided my
hand to her tank top covered breast. Under the cotton, I could feel
her little rock hard nipple.
“Nice,” I said. “Do you
want to share it with our little friends?”
“Yes.”
She took off her hat, and threw
it like a Frisbee to the other side of the city where it hit the
ground in a spot I had already demolished. Then pulled off the tank
top and let it drift to her feet. Her skin gleamed beautifully in the
afternoon sunlight. I looked down at her cute little breasts, each
capped with a very hard, vary bumpy looking little dark nipple.
“So pretty,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said, “but
what should I do with them do you think?”
I had an idea. “Those are like
little wrecking balls compared to these little buildings. Try taking
some out, just with your nipples.”
She looked down at some of the
remaining taller little buildings.
After spotting one shge liked,
Heidi got down on her hands and knees and crawled over, so that her
boobs were dangling just in front of a building around 100 feet tall.
With a thrust she knocked her
boobs forward. Her nipples smashed through the little building
sending it’s occupents flying out the other side, falling to the
ground none the worse for wear.
“So much power.” She sighed
with audible pleasure.
She thrust forward again
demolishing what little remained, and then mushing her boobs down
right on top of what was left to totally finish it off.
At that point, I couldn’t
resist any longer. I pulled off my top, unleashing my own little
apple boobs for myself and everyone else to see and enjoy. The
afternoon air felt warm and pleasant on them. I looked at a
neighboring building that Heidi’s fun had damaged. Dozens of people
stood on the roof like the other buildings. I looked down at the cute
little specks, smaller, to me, than grains of rice. My wind caressed
boobies begged for attention.
I loomed over the building bent
over, my breasts hanging down directly over the rooftop with it’s
crowd.
“Are they all staring up at
me?” I asked.
“Yep,” Heidi said, “all of
them.”
“Well, alright.” I said and
in an instant I knealt down and lowered my chest until boob meat met
rooftop, or rather the dozens of adorable little tinies, and then the
rooftop. I smiled and squished my boobs down more so that almost
every little person got the privilege of being pinned under my soft
boob flesh. I leaned forward and back ever so slightly, from my
perspective, and felt them wriggle and move against my sensitive
skin. My nipples were getting harder and herder as they felt all the
delightful little particles rubbing up against them. If it wasn’t
for my protective aura, they’d all be ground into wet pink pulp
against my glorious breasts, so good thing I have one.
I lifted up my boobs from the
rooftop. To my delight several little people clung to them. That left
them completely vulnerable when I flopped forward, letting my nice
little boobs obliterate their little buildoing.
Properly stimulated, at that
point we really kicked things into overdrive. We stripped off our
bottoms and stood above the city, gloriously nude. Properly
unattired, we each sat down, we got the attention of the smaller
giants, some of whom had been enjoying their own size fun, and
commanded them to round up the remaining adult population of the
city, so that they could stuff our pussies with with tons and tons of
tiny people. This was rapidly accomplished and soon we sat in almost
agonizing pleasure as their little hands stuffed the people in little
bit by little bit. They felt so good wriggling and crawling around in
my most intimate spots. Once we were satisfied with the stimulation
we each took a willing little giant (50-90 foot range) and used them
as our little toys thrusting them in and out almost using masses of
tinier people mixed with our leaking juices like a kind of lube. It
was so good and delicious both of us came multiple times times as we
played. I thought about the rich sexy smell my pussy juice was going
to leave in this city. My little city that loved me so much. I loved
them back as hard as a could, while their beautiful little auras
turned me into a pleasure ravenous beast of sorts.
Finally at the end of the night
we rolled around back and forth demolishing as much as we could until
the entire thing was just about flat. We let the fire crews hose
down our privates and extract any little folks who weren’t in shape
to extract themselves or got too entangled in our pussy hairs.
I looked in Heidi’s eyes and
felt the bond that our fun together forged a I just knew that we
would be rampage buddies from that night on.
-
The
next morning Heidi
and
I went out back to “release” the people we
had eaten during the rampage plus
any strays that we’d found in our vulvas.
As I squatted down next to the city limits, I could see that crews
were already hard at work. Temporary
shelters had
been set up in various areas
where the debris had been cleared,
and there were dozens of portals open throughout
the city,
bringing in materials and equipment for repairs.
Once
I “deposited” the last few people onto the ground beneath me I
stood up, blew the city a kiss, gave
Heidi a peck,
and
walked back into my house. I checked my phone and saw that I had
received many thousands
of text
messages overnight, congratulating me on finally overcoming my
shyness and trashing the city even better than they hoped I would.
The mayor sent me a text saying that I would be welcome back anytime,
and that if
I wanted to do periodic “mini-rampages” that would be good too.
It
would all go to help them develop rebuilding
technologies
to their greatest possibilities. As
I read the messages I felt delight radiating through my body.
What can I say; I love helping
my community.