In this Chapter: Kristen helps with reconstruction. Kristen and the girls go for a night on the
town to celebrate a birthday. Rasha
babysits Madelyn. Kristen relieves some
stress on her people.
Main
Tags of This Chapter: Destruction.
Vore. Feet. Pussy. Breasts.
Kristen
– Age 35 Madelyn – Age 6
Lakeside
Suburbs
Kristen reached behind her,
dangling her hand and fingers over the tiny outskirts of Servitus near her curled-up
feet and legs laying on the open part of the floor, carefully pinching a dull yellow
crane between her coral orange nails. She
briefly inspected the tiny inch tall construction equipment as she twisted back
toward the city nearest her midriff and hips as she sat comfortably by
Queenstown. Her other hand planted on
the floor to the side of the half-destroyed city for balance. The metal of the crane warped and bent toward
the edge of collapse between her nails before she gently placed it down near the
middle of her footprint embedded into the remnants of Queenstown.
She smiled as a swarm of colorful specks
started to surround the new crane and got straight to work with loading up
supplies too delicate for Kristen to handle herself without crushing them. The destroyed Queenstown was quickly taking the
definitive shape of a future repaired metropolis as Kristen had been dedicating
time out of each day since the meeting to help with reconstruction, speeding up
the process a thousand times over than what her tinies were capable of by themselves.
Kristen enjoying her role as a
helpful goddess, reminding herself of how essential she was with building all
of the pathways years before, that same feeling as if she was a child playing
with building block toys again except for a few unaware accidents here and
there. Unfortunately scraping away a few
groups of workers while trying to discard some crushed debris with her hands,
or squishing stray volunteers if they were a little too far away from the
city’s borders, stepping on them or sitting on them. Kristen couldn’t feel them anyway, Werth and
Anton deciding it wasn’t necessary to inform Kristen of their deaths.
Kristen was having a great day as
well and was feeling extra motivated to help her people a little more than
normal that late afternoon. She had sold
a house in the wealthier area of Lakeside, getting a huge bonus off the fees
and commissions, bumping the number in her bank account quite significantly as
her savings grew beyond what she thought was possible in her previous career. Picking up Madelyn from school after the sale
was finalized and allowing Madelyn to play in her room. Kristen could hear muffled excited thuds of
Maddy fiddling around with her toys, but her daughter was mostly quiet allowing
Kristen to concentrate on the tiny scene beneath her.
Still mostly dressed in her
professional attire, having taken off her jacket, jewelry, heels, and peeled
off her warmer stockings while she was upstairs before grabbing her keys and
getting straight to helping Queenstown.
Her bare feet wiggling and her toes curling over Servitus after a long
day of walking around in pumps, Kristen unaware that the majority of people in
the city had retreated indoors to avoid the subtle sweaty fumes wafting off her
soles.
She popped open the top buttons of
her fashionable dark red winter blouse so her larger chest could breathe,
exposing her upper cleavage, brushing her hand through her hair a few times
before she got back to helping for another half hour or so. Kristen carefully clearing debris and moving
around heavier things for her people, placing them in the right spots, or pinching
away a half-crushed building to clear out sections of the city for new plans.
It was a little strange knowing that
Ginny’s followers made up the majority of the volunteer force though, but she
was supportive and knew Ginny would probably ask for more people eventually,
thinking they might as well be useful until that time comes for her best friend
to snatch her little loyalists away.
She curled her lips around,
inspecting all the different groups of micros spread throughout her footprint,
watching them from high above and hard at work, seeing if she could assist in
any more ways, but some tasks were just too dangerous for her to take on
without causing hundreds of potential deaths.
Kristen avoiding the big toe section of her footprint as much as she
could, knowing that’s where General Werth was headquartered until
reconstruction was finished and the academy was completed.
Her phone lit up on the floor next
to her thigh. The phone bright with a
message preview from General Werth, “Thank you.
I don’t believe there’s much more you can help with today, but we’ll be
hard at work down here” the polite message read as Kristen nodded and
smiled. Kristen heard another little
thud from above of Maddy prancing around her room with her toys. Kristen realizing she still had time to do
whatever she wanted before having to get ready for a night out with her
girlfriends.
Kristen looked back down towards
the outskirts of Queenstown and subtly bit her lip, watching as hundreds of
speck sized people boarded a train about to depart Queenstown station basked in
her enormous shadow. Kristen fondly remembering
how she had picked up a train before the meeting. Kristen closing her eyes for a few seconds and
replaying the memory in her mind, the dimly lit room, the cool air on her warm
skin, the feeling of hundreds of people’s lives in her hands all trapped within
a metal tube dangling from her fingers like jewelry, sparing them beneath her
naked body and allowing them to live as she stepped over them.
Kristen licked her teeth behind her
clinched lips before lifting her fingers and hovering them over the thin train,
giggling a bit as the train very obviously sped up to avoid being caught,
leaving a few specks behind at the station to catch the next one. Kristen realizing all the train drivers had
to be understandably terrified if she got near them lately. Kristen clicked her nails above the speeding
tube and pretended the train was too fast for her, letting the train speed off
toward Port Leslie a few feet away from her.
“So close…” Kristen mumbled as she suppressed a giggle and smirk.
“Hmmm…” Kristen hummed, fighting a
few arousing thoughts in her head, but the thoughts were winning out, feeling
amazing about her day and giddy all over, she owed herself a little innocent
fun, she thought. She looked up toward
the door to double check it was tightly closed and locked properly as she
looked back down toward Queenstown perfectly surrounded by her lower body and
black ruffled skirt. Kristen wiggled her
body around, turning her entire lower body back to face Servitus, thinking that
Queenstown had suffered enough in recent weeks to not become the victim of what
she had in mind.
Kristen comfortably leaned herself
backward and spread her legs, straddling either side of Servitus as she sat on
the floor in front of the capital city.
She observed the biggest city in her room bustling with cars, but less
people than normal wandering around the streets, unaware that it was the forty
or so minutes of her bare feet propped up right next to the capital that drove most
people inside from the unpleasant smell.
She scanned from left to right, seeing the intricate operations of the
tiny lives spread out between her toned, outstretched legs.
From high above, she watched how
the distribution district was hard at work as she leaned forward for more
up-close detail, her cleavage spilling out of her top slightly. She witnessed how structured that section of
the city appeared. It was where she
would drop off food, drinks, and supplies for her people weekly to keep them
alive and healthy.
Planes, trains, and thousands of
specks all around the little containers full of food, snacks, little crumbs,
water, and whatever supplies were requested by the leaders, like a coffee bean the
size of a sports stadium many months ago that was still supplying reliable
amounts of caffeine throughout the room.
There was even a little container
with a drop of red wine in it as she saw hundreds of workers pumping it out
through a series of hoses and into a cargo plane. Kristen sternly looking down though, a look
that could terrify anyone as she remembered the no-fly rule during the
day. “You better wait for takeoff, little
flyboys…” Kristen breathily whispered as she pointed her massive finger toward
the plane but trusted her capital city to follow the rules as holy doctrine, turning
her gaze to other parts of the micro habitat.
She wiggled her hips slightly as
she loved the feeling of having an entire city just inches from her pussy only
just hidden underneath her skirt and panties that were becoming faintly wet
from Kristen’s growing arousal. Placing
her hands behind her for support as she lifted her knees slightly, dragging her
bare feet closer to her body as she rested them on their heels, raising her
soles and toes high above Servitus still nestled right in front of her
sex. She batted her toes and feet
forward and backwards slowly in enjoyment as she jolted her neck to the side,
swinging her flowing hair around the back of her head as she lowered her eyes
with sexual subtlety and a deviously curling smirk.
She rotated her left foot around,
pivoting her toes forward slowly as it they breached over the sky of Servitus,
Kristen barely keeping her toes high enough to just avoid bulldozing a few
skyscrapers before she scrunched and wriggled her toes right over the heart of
the city. Her smirk turned to a smile as
she continued to torture her tiny people with fear with a few more wriggles of
her toes over the capital center.
Satisfied, she slowly dragged her
heels backward and spared the city, turning her feet downwards and resting them
flat, her toes barely poking into some of the outskirts on either side of the
metropolis. She lifted her curvy butt
forward, then gently back down a few inches closer to Servitus, unaware that her
skirt flattened into a few bordering neighborhoods of the city before she
lifted her knees higher up and spread her legs wider.
Kristen reaching her hand down her
body between her legs and raising the top of her skirt slightly to reveal her
dark red panties underneath. Placing the
top of the skirt gently across her lap so her wet panties were free for all to
view without obstruction. “Mmm…” Kristen
couldn’t help but softly moan as she tried to remain as quiet as possible, not
wanting to attract any attention from Madelyn who could still run downstairs at
any second.
She leaned forward slightly,
angling her fingers down toward a meaningless warehouse district full of a few hundred
specks wandering around the streets and scattered lower cost of living apartments. She tipped her finger into the district,
barely feeling a crunch as she closed her eyes and bit her lip while still
smiling, savoring the feeling of power rather than the feeling of crushing her
own people itself. Kristen imagining all
of her tinies running away from her fleshy pillar of death as she rocked her
hips forward slightly a few times, feeling the pressure of the floor
pleasurably compressing her sex through her panties. “Unnh….” She softly breathed again.
Opening her eyes before
deliberately dragging her finger a few inches over the useless district, watching
her nail plowing and bulldozing several blocks and apartment buildings while
all the specks disappeared underneath her digit, enjoying the feeling a little
too much as she accidentally went a little too far and into a middle-class
neighborhood.
Dozens of houses crumbling
underneath the tip of her finger without her even really feeling it, only
leaving a plume of grey smoke and debris behind her. No screams erupted as most of the people in
the room continued about their day as normal.
Looking down to see the canyon she carved with her finger, cleaving the
district into two halves as she saw specks running away from the ravine. Flattened buildings and microscopic splotches
of reddened gore buried within the wake.
Kristen lifting her hand from the
city and reached it toward herself, sliding upward from the floor and rubbing
her pussy through her wet panties, feeling the vitalizing warm rush flow
through her body. Teasing herself as she
rubbed her fingers slowly upward and over her clit, circling the wet fabric
against her engorged skin. She brought
her hand up slightly and folded her fingers underneath the silky red threads. Using her wrist to keep her panties pulled
away from herself as she angled her fingers inward, rubbing more sensually and
starting to finger herself some as she could hear the subtle wet sloshing
sounds of her fingers penetrating her sex.
Rearing her head back as she
continued to fuck herself right in front of the capital, her feet and toes
curling and wriggling some as she shimmied her lower body and butt, sending
quakes throughout the entire room as everything and everyone came to a
standstill expect for the trains that were designed to not even feel vibration. Millions of people calmly and routinely
taking shelter wherever they could, restaurants pausing their services, people
bracing themselves in the doorframes of their houses or offices, some curling
up into their beds to try and ignore it to their best ability.
Kristen started to rub her clit
faster and faster as she opened her mouth and remained mostly quiet except for
a few subtle breathy quivers and gasps.
Staring over the city with lowered eyes and brows as she was caught up
in the building pressure between her legs.
With pure lustful thinking, she
quickly reached out over Servitus with her free hand and dug her fingers into
the distribution center filled with her weekly supplies. Crushing a plane full of food under one of
her fingers by accident as she pinched the other plane she had spotted earlier
that was being loaded up with red wine.
The tiny half-inch long jumbo plane paled in comparison to just her nail
as she tried her best to be gentle, but the plane was already breaking apart
between her index and thumb as she rushed it back to her body to preserve its
shape as much as possible.
“Unnh… fuck…” Kristen gently
whispered as the warming pleasure intensified, but she knew she still had a
while to go. She brought the plane up to
her chest, hearing the feintest screams coming from the crew members all
trapped inside the crumbling fuselage as wine spilled out of the cargo bay.
She folded her hand and shoved the
plane underneath her tight bra, cupping her palm and the plane against her
areola, massaging the plane into her nipple and large breast, feeling the
little crumb like plane breaking and smashing against her areola as she rubbed
and squeezed at her double D. Kristen
met with the feeling of the plane disappearing rather quickly, but the power
she had over those few terrified people for that brief moment started to send shockwaves
of bliss through her spine, nearly pushing her over the edge of climax.
She leaned back a little more,
shoving her pussy closer toward Servitus as she continued to softly squeeze and
massage her breast in her hand, the wet sounds of her pussy gushing even more
as she leaned forward and closed her eyes, her skin flushing slightly as her
face pinkened. Holding her breath as she
was inching closer and closer. She
bounced her hips up and down, grinding her ass against the floor as a few
buildings collapsed between her legs from the intense quakes.
Suddenly her phone started to buzz
and light up, catching her attention slightly as it was a phone call, but she
ignored it, the phone buzzing died out as she returned her full focus. Her legs quivering as she slammed her palm back
down on the floor next to her for balance, causing another huge quake. Her body jittery as she moaned softly once
more, little squeaks and squeals of air escaping her throat and lips as she
curled her knees inward and wriggled her toes next to Servitus.
Sliding her left foot forward
without care, her heel dragging across the floor as her toes and sole folded inward. Kristen scrunching her toes together as she
felt herself about to finish, too distracted by the ecstasy to notice that she
had squished another district full of people on the other side of Servitus, her
warm toes pressing into them. Kristen
rearing her head back one last time, finishing as the buzzing surge released
throughout her body into every nerve.
She reveled in the feeling for a
few seconds, breathing softly and calmly as she removed her hand from her
wetness, wiping the damp and viscous residue against the floor near one of the
train tracks for some poor crew to clean up later. Kristen pulling her left foot back, realizing
that it was a little too close to the city.
Kristen not even bothered to notice all the crumbs spread over her toes
and in the webbings between her toes.
The crumbs of random neighborhoods, houses, buildings, cars, and her
people carelessly squished into her skin for just a few moments of
pleasure.
Her phone buzzed again though as she
hmphed in frustration, “who is calling me…” she angrily whispered as she turned
her head over her shoulders toward Queenstown to look at the screen, the name
across the screen was her sister Leslie.
“Oh!” Kristen quickly snapped out of her glowing daze of satisfaction
and briskly stood up.
She straightened her panties out,
followed by her skirt, flicking her head as her hair flipped around and out of
her eyes before briefly glancing back toward Servitus. Kristen feeling almost no guilt as it was an
excellent orgasm, excusing her deadly behavior.
“Sorry, I’ll bring everyone extra stuff next drop off day…” Kristen
mumbled, at least showing some remorse before she took a step onto the pathways
toward Queenstown. Kristen feeling
sand-like crumbs between her toes as she picked up her foot and wriggled her
toes together, letting the debris fall off, unsure of where it came from, but
her focus was on the still vibrating phone.
Bending down and snatching up her
phone much to the relief of everyone in the room as the vibrations of her phone
had been sending out pulsating quakes every half second. Kristen noticed it was a video call as she
quickly brushed her hand through her hair a few times to look as presentable as
possible.
“Hey!” Leslie immediately shouted,
the volume of the speaker playing her voice throughout the room, Kristen
greeted with a live video of her sister waving and brightly smiling through the
camera.
“Hey!” Kristen responded to her
sister with an equally lovely perfect smile.
“Happy birthday gorgeous Kristy! 35! I
can’t believe it… we’re getting so old!”
Leslie said as Kristen was all giddy and excited to talk.
“Thank you! We’re not that old though… we could still
pass for 26 or 27…” Kristen said with a giggle.
“Maybe you could haha” Leslie
laughed.
“Isn’t it super later over there?” Kristen asked. Kristen starting to wander around the
pathways aimlessly, stepping wherever she pleased, arching her arm out to the
side comfortably to capture a good camera angle of her own face and upper body,
Kristen noticing some of the cities on the floor in the background of her
front-facing camera. Leslie appearing to
be in some sort of opulent hotel room on the other side.
“Yeah, almost 3AM here in Dubai…
but I’m still jet lagged anyway…oh my god… you still have that overgrown ant
farm, huh?” Leslie questioned as she winced her eyes to focus on the view of
all the cities on the floor in the background.
“That’s so exciting though! Dubai must be so amazing… I mean, yeah! Of course!
I gotta take care of them!” Kristen exclaimed as she took a few steps
over toward her throne.
“Whatever… I’ll say it every time…
just get rid of them so you can have a bigger house” Leslie said with a joking
chuckle for the whole room to hear.
“They’re not as bad you’ve always
thought… see…they can do this now…” Kristen said as she held up her free hand
and twiddled her fingers a few times, showing off her manicure before aiming
her camera down at her feet, wiggling her toes up and down atop the pathway
next to Luxury to showcase the perfectly painted nails, Kristen bringing her
camera back up to her face.
“I would’ve picked another color…
but that’s nice you’ve got them all trained up… I will say I wish I had that
kind of control over the employees at my company…” Leslie admitted with another
chuckle. “Oh! Before I forget, I sent Maddy a little
present, it says delivered, so go check your mail… also… tell me about what you
got going on, you are celebrating right… right…?” Leslie eccentrically
prodded.
“Aw, thanks! Maddy loves all your presents, I’ll go get
it, I promise… yeah, some of the girls and I are going out later… wish you
could be here… so, is Dubai all fancy like how it looks in pictures?” Kristen asked. Kristen with her phone and arm still
stretched out as she turned and plopped down into her comfortable leather
throne as she took the rest of the phone call.
Kristen dangling her warm feet and toes over the twin cities, distracted
by the video call as her soles and the curving skin of her toes came
dangerously close to ending thousands of lives in the cities meant to care for the
very same soles and toes.
“It’s sooooo fancy, it’s almost
too much even for my boujee ass… I can’t believe work sent me here for a global
conference. Well, I hope you have fun…
tell Ginny I said hey, obviously…” Leslie said.
Kristen and Leslie continued to talk for a while, catching up on some
things, not having seen one another since Christmas the year before when
Kristen took Maddy to Boston for the first time to stay at Leslie’s extravagant
downtown home.
“Love ya, Kristy, have a good
birthday on me…or put it towards your future pool” Leslie said before blowing a
kiss goodbye.
“Lova ya too, see you in a few
months!” Kristen excitedly responded; glad she was going to see her sister in
the upcoming summer. Kristen waved bye
and tapped the red button to hang up, immediately met with the lovely surprise
of Leslie transferring a thousand dollars over to Kristen’s account with a
sweet happy birthday message.
Kristen stood up from her throne,
excitedly walking by the cities, passing up Servitus and spotting an unlucky,
or perhaps very blessed crew already cleaning up her drying cum that she had
wiped off near the hyperloop tracks outside of the capital. Kristen giggling a bit as she firmly locked
the door behind her.
She slipped on some simple sandals and
opened the front door into the colder winter air, rushing to the mailbox,
seeing her visible breath escaping her mouth.
Retrieving a few boxes and letters and quickly walking back to her
warmer house. Placing them on the
counter in the kitchen, “Maddy girl!
Will you come downstairs for a second?” Kristen yelled out. Hearing the thudding steps of Maddy running
down the stairs.
“I don’t wanna do homework!” Maddy
shouted out.
“No, sweetie… you don’t have to do
your homework until Sunday… Aunt Leslie got you a present… here…” Kristen said
as Madelyn lit up with joy, waving her hands and running around the kitchen a
few times. Kristen cutting open the box
with a knife and opened the packaging and to her surprise, it was a doll. Kristen smiling as she pulled out the doll
still in its plastic display box.
Kristen smiling as she realized it was similar to the barbie dolls that
Kristen and Leslie had while growing up.
Kristen handing the box to Madelyn as she hugged it into her arms.
“Whoa! A barbie?!” Madelyn shouted, a wide smile
across her face as she inspected and turned the blonde doll around and around.
“Yeah! A princess one, with a pretty pink dress,
just like I had when I was your age” Kristen said as Maddy’s eyes widened. Kristen realizing Lelsie had picked that doll
as a gift on purpose, Kristen smiling and getting almost emotional as she
remembered a few fun memories playing with Lelsie as children and the crazy
make-believe scenarios they would put their dolls through. Kristen, sighing a bit, wondering if Madelyn
would have as much fun by herself, thinking how much different both of their
lives would be if Madelyn had a sibling, and Kristen another child.
“Tell aunt Leslie I said thank
you!” Maddy said as she rushed upstairs
with her new toy, shutting her door.
Kristen grinning as she could hear Madelyn talking to her new doll
through her door. Kristen closing her bedroom
door and cleaning herself up, discarding her dried panties into the laundry bin
and wiggling down her skirt, burying herself under a few blankets as she closed
her eyes for an early evening nap.
***
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***
“Are you drinking tonight?”
Kristen typed out her message to Ginny.
“I’ll probably end up having a
few, why?” Ginny responded.
“Just trying to get everything
planned out, Rasha should be here in 30 minutes or so” Kristen replied. She sat her phone down as she returned her
attention to herself, putting some finishing touches on her sleek hairstyle for
the night. Picking her phone back up
after she felt satisfied with her stylish colder weather attire. “I think Keysha is gonna drive me, Valerie
and Nina are riding together… I think Janelle is gonna meet us, did you want to
ride with Keysha and I?” Kristen typed as she turned in her bathroom, her high
heel boots thudding loudly on the tile.
She gently tossed her phone to the
other side of the bed as she stood in front of her dresser, making sure her
jewelry box was shut which contained the keys to the rooms, latching her
dresser closed and walking around the side of her bed and picking her phone
back up. “I’ll ride with you and Keysha
if she doesn’t mind” Ginny’s response read.
Kristen walking down the stairs
and into the living room where Maddy was playing with her new barbie doll, the
rest of her toys scattered around the floor in a bit of a chaotic mess. “Hey Maddy girl, watcha got going on down
here?” Kristen playfully asked before sat on the couch.
“I’m getting all my stuff ready”
Madelyn excitedly said as she smiled and marched around the living room placing
specific toys in specific places.
“What are you gonna play with
Rasha?” Kristen asked as she smiled.
“Everything! and watch movies… and
play hide and seek” Maddy said as she giggled and continued to bounce around
with excitement, making Kristen just as excited to see her daughter looking
forward to the babysitter coming over.
“Sounds like you’re going to have
a lot of fun!” Kristen excitedly said as she stood up and walked down the
darker hallway, her black boots stamping into the floor as she checked each
secret room to make sure it was properly locked and closed tightly, stomping
back to the couch, knowing she probably scared the micros and nano’s as if she was
about to enter the rooms, but her thick winter boots couldn’t help but be extra
boisterous and heavy, quaking the cities and Ostrov from afar.
Kristen chatting and playing with
Madelyn for a bit until she heard a knock on the door, walking over and opening
it to see the much shorter Rasha standing on the porch, but Kristen noticed
that Rasha was a lot more dressed up than the last time, and wearing makeup as
Kristen ignored it and welcomed her in. “Hey,
Rasha! Come on in… you’re right on time”
Kristen said as she scooted back and closed the door behind Rasha.
“Hey, thanks for having me over
again, excited to play with Maddy!” Rasha said with a nervous excitement. “You look… uh… great” Rasha said with some
obvious nerves as Kristen nodded.
“Thank you” Kristen said with a
polite tone, Kristen turning and walking over toward Madelyn and her phone
thinking that Rasha was acting a little stranger than last time. Kristen looked over her shoulder and caught
Rasha lifting her eyes up rather quickly.
Kristen knew her ass looked good in the skinny and stylish dark jeans
she was wearing but wasn’t expecting to get the look from the much younger
babysitter.
“It’ll be just like last time, if
you need anything, please let me know… and bedtime is bedtime…” Kristen sternly
said as she looked toward Madelyn.
“Awww…” Madelyn groaned.
“Love you Maddy girl… have fun you
two…also… you can order pizza” Kristen smiled and reached down, hugging onto
her daughter.
“Yes, pizza!” Madelyn shouted with
obvious enthusiasm.
“Be safe!” Rasha said as Kristen
gathered her purse and belongings, Kristen dawning a long tan coat to keep her
warm during the freezing night out on the town.
“Thank you, don’t get lost playing
hide and seek” Kristen said as Rasha smiled wide and waved.
Kristen walking out to Keysha’s
car and greeting her before driving a few houses down while Ginny hopped into
the back. “Hey, birthday girl!” Ginny
shouted.
“It’s your birthday? Oh my god, is that why we’re all going out
tonight? I would have gotten you
something!” Keysha shouted.
“Haha noo… my birthday is
technically tomorrow… and I want to keep it low key, I don’t want everyone
knowing” Kristen said as they drove off downtown during the night.
Kristen met up with the rest of
the girls as a nice restaurant downtown, Ginny making the reservations in
advance for the more upscale downtown dining venue. Nina and Valerie walking in and hugging
everyone sweetly before sitting down.
“So… the new girl, Janelle? Is she nice?” Nina curiously asked as the
girls all shared a few appetizers sat atop the table in the dimly lit and chic
restaurant bar with subtle hip music playing over the speakers.
“I think she seems nice, we only
talked for a little, but she gave me really friendly vibes. She’s supposed to meet us at the bar after
dinner” Kristen said before she reached for another bite of food. Kristen chewing on the flavorful snack as she
looked around the bar, catching a few stray glances from some of the men
standing by the counters with cocktails in hand. Kristen thought one of the taller men was attractive,
but it would be up to him to approach her, turning her attention back towards
her friends.
“What does she do?” Valerie asked
in her southern accent.
“I actually have no idea, we never
really talked about it… haha just don’t scare her off with too many questions”
Kristen giggled a bit.
“We promise” Keysha said before
reaching for another tiny bite.
“Oh!” Ginny gasped as she quickly
sat her espresso martini back down on the table with an audible clink.
“You okay, Ginny?” Nina asked with
a bit of concern as all the girls were silent and looking over toward the
startled Ginny while the music continued to play along with the chatter of a hundred
people. Ginny smiling and laughing a bit
but with obvious anxiety written across her face.
“Oh, just got the chills for a
second and it scared me” Ginny laughed it away as she took another sip of her
coffee flavored alcohol. The women all
eating and laughing, all of them getting some looks from the men leaving or
entering the bar, only pumping up all of their confidence, even amongst the married
women at the table.
Kristen noticed out of her
peripheral view that Ginny had gripped her knee rather tightly, Kristen tilting
her head in confusion as she eyed up Ginny with concern. “I gotta go to the restroom” Ginny said as
she quicky stood up and excused herself.
“I’ll come with” Kristen said as
she also stood up. The two confident
women dressed in sexy winter outfits marched through the crowded restaurant,
their heads held up high as they bounced their hips left to right all the way
to the bathroom. Opening to the door
into the chic and small restroom as thankfully they were alone. “What’s going on?” Kristen asked.
“I… ugghh…” Ginny subtly
moaned. “Sorry, sorry!” Ginny quickly
apologized and excused herself, taking a few steps closer to a toilet stall
placing her hand on the door almost as if for balance.
“Umm…” Kristen tilted her head and
crossed her arms over her chest.
“I put them all over me before I
left my house” Ginny whispered.
“You what?” Kristen asked as a
smirk started to creep across her face.
“Them…” Ginny insinuated
and widened her eyes.
“Oh my god… really?” Kristen
lowered her head and laughed.
“My bra… my butt… my… you know…”
Ginny quietly said as she lightly tapped her white nails against her tight
jeans over her pussy.
“Hahah, what? Like they’re all in there right now? How many?” Kristen giddily asked.
“Yeah… thousands… I wish I didn’t
though because they’re really working their way into some… oop!” Ginny gasped
again as she squeezed her butt and opened her eyes wide in shock. “Sensitive places…” Ginny finished her
sentence, relaxing her body once more.
“Why did you do it then?!” Kristen
laughing loud, thinking it was hilarious.
“I don’t know! I thought it would be fun for going out
tonight!” Ginny loudly said. “See?”
Ginny scooted forward and pulled her fashionable white sweater top forward along
with the top of her bra, letting Kristen peak into her smaller bra as Kristen
saw dozens of little specks clinging all over Ginny’s warm and soft tits. Ginny let her bra and sweater snap back
against her chest as surely a few micros splattered against her skin at the
sudden jolt. “They’re obsessed with me…
they just won’t stop… ahh…” Ginny groaned as she wiggled her hips trying to
shake some micros loose from off her clit.
“Well yeah… they are
religious fanatics… does it at least feel good?” Kristen asked between a few
chuckles.
“It does… but…it’s too much…”
Ginny said as she looked a little concerned.
“Well, get rid of some, I guess?”
Kristen suggested as she motioned her head toward the toilet.
“Yeah… I think I need to” Ginny agreed. Just then, a cook from the restaurant burst
through the door, the shorter, younger looking chef eyed up Kristen and Ginny
before going into a stall and locking it behind her. Ginny and Kristen going silent as Ginny
quietly went into the toilet and closed the door. Kristen thought she might as well relieve
herself too, sitting in the stall between the chef and Ginny.
Kristen trying her best to not
laugh while she peed, slamming her palms across her mouth to keep quiet as she
could hear Ginny struggling. Hearing
Ginny moan and groan as the poor innocent chef probably thought Ginny was
struggling with an intense bowel movement a few stalls down. Kristen could hear a couple quiet plops of
something splashing into the water, Kristen realizing it must have been
hundreds of micro Ginny worshippers sinking into the toilet underneath Ginny
sat above them.
Kristen finished peeing and
cleaned herself, flushing the toilet and washing her hands in the sink, then
out came the chef around the same time.
The chef looking tired and exhausted, giving Kristen a quick look in the
mirror before drying her hands and leaving back to the kitchen. Kristen drying her hands and resting against
the counter to wait on Ginny. “You good
in there?” Kristen asked with a humorous tone.
“Is it just us?” Ginny quietly
asked.
“Yeah” Kristen answered.
“They’re deep… I can’t get to some
of them… in my butt too… how did they get so far up?” Ginny restlessly
said.
“They’ll run out of air soon… I
think? Don’t worry about them… and the
ones in your butt… haha… I mean… you could shit them out if you’re that
worried” Kristen laughed.
“I don’t have to go though! Am I gonna get sick? Can they like… infect me from the inside?”
Ginny worriedly asked.
“No… they can’t…” Kristen laughed
again at the absurdity.
“Ugh… okay, hold on…” Ginny said,
returning to her moaning and groaning as Kristen heard a few more tiny splashes
into the water. Kristen turning around,
trying not to laugh again as she leaned over the sink with amusement. “Oh my god, that’s so much better…” Ginny
said before Kristen heard a loud flush, dooming any survivors to be dragged
down the torrential drain. Ginny exiting
the stall and washing her hands in the sink.
“Better?” Kristen asked.
“Yeah… there’s only a few left
now… no more overstimulation… this is what I what I was going for originally…like
just a little buzz…” Ginny said as she smiled and dried her hands. “Speaking of religious fanatics, anything new
with your tiny people?” Ginny asked.
“Actually… remember those heels I
wore for the meetings? Like how I left
them in Ostrov? Justyna told me there
were thousands of people all setting up little villages around them…
worshipping them and stuff” Kristen said.
“Seriously?” Ginny questioned as
she adjusted her pants around her waist.
“Yeah, I kinda suspected it was
going to happen eventually though…” Kristen said.
“I mean… those heels are pretty
cute” Ginny said as they both giggled. The
two women returning to the table to some raised eyebrows.
“Y’all were in there a while”
Valerie said as the girls all laughed. The
loyal micros in and around Ginny’s body were slowly dying throughout the night,
but nothing was going to stop their life’s mission of pleasing their true
goddess. Ginny feeling their little
tickles become less and less noticeable during dinner, but a few dozen remained
in the perfect little nooks and crannies right where she wanted them to give
her little bursts of pleasure and tenderness.
***
***
***
Rasha
– 20
“I don’t think I can eat another
one…” Rasha said, gripping at her full stomach before wiping a bit of grease
from off her lips and cheek with a napkin.
Madelyn picking at her last slice of pizza as she was also full, but
Madelyn was still wanting to play, running off into the living room. Rasha getting up from the table and placing
the dirty dishes in the washer, cleaning up the kitchen before putting the
leftovers in the fridge.
“Alright, Maddy… oh…where… did you
go?” Rasha asked, confused, Madelyn was nowhere to be found, the television
playing a random kids movie quietly as background noise. Rasha looking around, not hearing anything
else. “Are we playing hide n seek now?”
Rasha asked as she smiled a bit and started to playfully skulk around the
living room, looking behind cushions and the curtains by the tall windows.
Rasha carefully tiptoed down the
dark hallway, her bare feet slowly compressing into the cold floor. Rasha approaching the two back rooms that
were locked before she quickly turned and jumped into the guest bathroom in an
attempt to scare Madelyn, but she wasn’t in there. Instead, Rasha looked at herself in the
mirror for a brief moment, her smile disappearing, having never tried too hard
to impress someone before until she met the beautifully attractive
Kristen.
Dressing up, dawning makeup,
fixing her hair, and Kristen didn’t even seem to care, only adding fuel to the
confusing feelings Rasha was experiencing about her sexuality. Rasha shook away the thoughts as a smile
crept back across her face, exiting the bathroom and back into the living
room. She looked around the garage, the
kitchen, the dining room, but no sign of Madelyn.
Rasha went upstairs, looking
around the obvious places first, Madelyn’s room, the closets, the guest
bedroom. “You picked a good spot,
Maddy…” Rasha said aloud as she stalked around the upstairs hallways. Then Rasha’s heart sank, the only place left
to look was Kristen’s bedroom. “Uhhh…
Maddy, are you hiding in your mom’s room, you’re not supposed to be in there…”
Rasha anxiously said, but no answer came.
Rasha took a few steps up to the
sacred room, her heart pumping as she slowly opened the door and went inside
the well decorated, spacious, and comfortable master bedroom. The king bed was stacked with soft sheets and
thick comforters, the artwork on the walls was minimalist yet welcoming, the
master bathroom in the background was spacious and warm. Rasha took a few steps toward the bed, slowly
breathing in the subtle smells of Kristen’s designer perfume on the air.
“I shouldn’t be in here…” Rasha
whispered. “Maddy, come out! You won!” Rasha yelled out, hoping to lure the
little girl from her hiding spot, still no answer or sounds of movement. Rasha wandered around the bed, sliding her
hand across the covers, feeling how silky soft they were as Rasha sighed
deeply, strong images of her being in bed with the older woman flooded her mind.
Rasha rudely opened the dresser
door and started to snoop, admiring Kristen’s expensive jewelry and watches,
rings, bands, and broaches, wishing she could afford them herself. Rasha reached for the engraved jewelry box,
hesitating for a moment before opening it and discovering two keys inside. Rasha quickly realizing that the keys most
likely belonged to the two locked doors downstairs. “Raw!” a shout came as Rasha screamed and
jumped backwards, her heart racing in fear.
Madelyn crawling out from under
Kristen’s bed, reaching her hands out toward Rasha’s legs like a monster,
nearly scaring her to death. Rasha
dropping the keys and the jewelry box to the floor. Rasha bringing her hands up to her chest with
a terrified look on her face. “I got
you!” Madelyn shouted out, standing up and laughing. Rasha breathing heavily for a few seconds
before calming down.
“You did…” Rasha said, still
reeling from the sudden shock. Madelyn
looking at the keys and the small carved box on the floor.
“Are you looking at my mom’s
stuff? Hmmm you shouldn’t do that” the
little Madelyn cutely lectured her babysitter.
“You’re right, we’re not supposed to
look at these…” Rasha said as she quickly bent down and threw the keys in the
box, closing them and shutting them behind the dresser and returning the latch
to its original position. Madelyn
nodding her validation. “It’s my turn to
hide!” Rasha said, trying to distract Madelyn.
“Okay, I’ll count to 30!” Madelyn
said as she placed her face into one of the pillow’s atop Kristen’s bed.
“No peeking” Rasha said as she
scooted out of the room and tiptoed downstairs towards the kitchen for a hiding
spot.
The two played for a while before
it was bedtime. “Hey, just put Maddy to
bed” Rasha texted Kristen.
“Great! I’ll be home in a few hours” Kristen texted
from the bar.
Rasha watched a few shows on the
tv, studying a bit for her classes, but mostly daydreaming about the mysterious
sexy and older woman, thinking about why there would be two locked rooms in
such a beautiful house. Another hour
went by, and Kristen still wasn’t home.
Rasha playing out the risks in her
head; maybe she should just ask Kristen what was in those rooms, and she would
show Rasha, or maybe Kristen would never hire her again if she knew she snuck
upstairs and grabbed one of the keys.
Rasha rubbed her hands through her thick black hair a few times, tightly
closing her eyes in frustration. She
needed to know, she wanted Kristen’s secrets, wanting the older woman to like
her, looking for anything she could use to gain an advantage.
Rasha snuck back downstairs around
11pm, her heart racing, she knew it was wrong, but it didn’t stop her, placing
the key on the door on the right, but it didn’t turn the lock. Instead, she placed the lock on the left door,
and it worked. Rasha slowly opened the
door to the sight of a dark room, almost pitch black apart from a few webs of glowing
dots of light on the floor and the moonlight from the window slightly
illuminating the rest of the room.
Rasha then noticed a pair of
Kristen’s stylish high heels in a little empty patch of the room followed by
just a single couch and nothing else, the floor covered in some type of dark
rug with little patterns and lights scattered all over it. Rasha also noticing a few footprints in the
middle of the rug, her mouth open as she tried to understand what she was
looking at. She titled her head,
thinking Kristen was a secretive artist that liked to design contemporary rugs,
but it didn’t make much sense.
Wanting to further investigate, she
took a small step forward and felt a wet sandy squish between and under her
toes and sole, her smaller foot softly pressing into the rug before she took a
step back. The feeling was uncomfortably
strange as Rasha immediately regretted her decision, think she had stepped on
fresh paint and ruined Kristen’s art.
She lifted her foot and inspected
her soles and toes, but it just looked like brown dirt on her lighter toned
soles. Rasha wiggled her toes, seeing
the dirt falling off some before Rasha wiped her hand across the bottom of her
foot to discard the rest of the wet, sand-like debris sticking to her sole.
Almost having an anxiety attack as
she stepped out of the room and locked it behind her, quickly and quietly
walking upstairs and returning the key back to its original position in the
jewelry box. Rasha feeling guilty that
she might have ruined Kristen’s art project as she contemplated what it would
be like to be fired from babysitting Madelyn. Rasha sneaking past Madelyn’s bedroom and back
downstairs to stew in her bad decision, but she had no choice but to wait and
see if Kristen would notice…
***
***
***
Kristen
“Yeah! Keep it open!” Kristen shouted over the loud
music of the bar, the bartender placing down a delicious fruity flavored cocktail
and handing her credit card back.
Kristen resting against the counter for a second as she placed her card
back into her purse, digging through her purse and seeing she had a few unread messages
on her phone.
Reading
and replying to some birthday texts from some distant relatives and a few
friends from across the country, but then she saw a message from Justyna. Kristen swiping across the screen to
Justyna’s message as the crowds chatted loudly around her, dozens of people at
the bar trying to order drinks as her friends had found a comfortable table in
the corner of the bouncing bar while the DJ played some older crowd
favorites.
Janelle,
the new neighbor, seemed to be meshing well enough with the girls, the alcohol
was definitely helping everyone loosen up as well and remain friendly. Keysha and Nina barely drinking anything
though as they wanted to feel safe driving everyone home. “Kristen, your fucking babysitter came into
our room and stepped into Ostrov… we had no warning whatsoever…” the message read,
and Kristen gritted her teeth hard.
“Ooo…”
Kristen angrily groaned and grumbled.
She took a few hefty sips of the sweet cocktail and sat the glass back
down. Kristen was feeling pretty tipsy
as this was her third drink of the night so far. She wondered how to handle Rasha, angry at
the young college student that she had put her trust in to watch her own flesh
and blood.
Kristen
remembered the feeling that Rasha had been acting weird earlier in the day as
well, playing out the situation in her head, Rasha probably snooped into her
bedroom and found the keys. Kristen
wondering if Rasha had known all along, she had crushed those escaping people from
the hole in the wall she had called “bugs”… she had to get rid of her, fire her… she had
to text her right now, no, maybe she didn’t know and was just being a snoop,
maybe it was best she didn’t say anything quite yet. “Don’t worry Justyna, I’ll take of her, and I’m
sorry” the message sent.
“Ugh…”
Kristen groaned as she tried to focus on her birthday night out, knowing that
Maddy was at least safe and asleep was a relieving feeling. Kristen placed her phone back in her purse,
grabbed her drink, and strutted back over to her friends. “Happy birthday! Wooooh!” all the girls sang out as the clock
turned to midnight. Kristen lighting up with
a smile as she sat her drink down on the table and thanked everyone for coming
out.
The
music and chatter was loud enough, Kristen leaned over toward Ginny who was sat
next to her, Kristen’s lips nearing Ginny’s ear as she started to softly
speak. “Rasha got into the rooms…”
Kristen said as Ginny reared her head back in shock, turning back toward
Kristen with an agitated look.
“What? Seriously?” Ginny tried to speak in hushed
tones, the other girls didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah,
I don’t know how…” Kristen said, reaching for her drink and taking another sip,
her red lipstick rubbing off on the rim of the glass a bit.
“You
want me to terminate her internship at my company?” Ginny asked.
“No,
no… I’ll take care of it; she probably has no idea what she even saw” Kristen
said.
“Kristy!”
Valerie shouted with drunken stupor, the southern Texas girl was having a great
time and feeling obviously loose.
Kristen laughed.
“Yeah?”
Kristen asked.
“Janelle
gets my approval!” Valerie shouted as the girls all laughed.
“Y’all
are too nice” Janelle smiled wide and bowed her head with a humbleness.
“See! She says y’all too! I don’t understand why northerners have to
say you all, like… there’s an easier word!” Valerie laughed loud, the girls all
giggling.
“Where
you from again, Janelle?” Nina asked.
“I’m
from Florida originally, but I was raised a military brat because of my dad
moving us all around every few years” Janelle said.
“Oh,
did you ever live next any cool beaches?
I’ve been dying for some warmer weather?” Keysha asked.
“Haha
no, I was more into dirt bikes and driving around in the mud, gettin’ dirty”
Janelle laughed before taking a drink of her whiskey cocktail.
“Kristy
could never!” Nina laughed.
“Hey,
I can get dirty…” Kristen responded with a smirk.
“So,
what do you do?” Ginny asked.
“I
just transferred to LSPD” Janelle said.
“Lakeside
Police?” Nina questioned.
“Yeah,
I’m a police officer” Janelle said with a smile, but nobody was immediately
convinced. Janelle was an average height
woman at 5’6” but was fairly petite in frame, unless her unrevealing neck-to-toe
winter outfit was hiding anything unseen underneath.
“ooo…
okay…” Keysha said and looked away, taking a sip at her weaker cocktail.
“It’s
alright, I know a lot of people don’t like police right now, I get why…”
Janelle said with earnest. Janelle took
her few last swigs of her drink before standing up and going to the bar. Kristen taking notice and followed along,
leaving the rest of the girls at the table to chat amongst themselves.
“Hey,
you doing okay?” Kristen asked the new neighbor. Kristen a bit taller than Janelle with her
heeled boots, looking down slightly at the anxious looking police officer.
“Yeah,
everyone is nice, you just never know how people are going to react when you
tell them you’re a cop” Janelle explained, talking rather loudly to breach the
volume of the music.
“I
don’t think it’s that big of a deal, Keysha’s got her own personal opinions
about police, but I think you’re fine…” Kristen said.
“Well
thank you, transferring here was a big decision… I know Lakeside is a more
liberal minded city, but I needed to get away from my other department” Janelle
said.
“Can
I get your next drink?” Kristen asked.
“No,
it’s your birthday, I’m fine!” Janelle replied.
“Too
late!” Kristen said as she turned around and flagged down a bartender, ordering
another old fashioned and putting it on her tab.
“I
mean, thank you seriously, making friends outside of the department can be pretty
difficult” Janelle explained.
“Don’t
worry, these girls are great, let’s get your drink and sit back down?” Kristen
asked.
“Sure!” Janelle happily agreed.
“You’re
doing great! You got this” Kristen said
with a smile. Kristen and Janelle going
back over to the table, Kristen smirking as she could see Ginny grinning wide
and biting her lip, the tinies must have been hitting a sensitive spot
somewhere on her body in just the right way.
There was a waft of smoke billowing up from the table, it smelled of
watermelon. Kristen rolling her eyes,
knowing Nina was likely hiding her vape somewhere on her person.
“My
husband literally does like, everything around the house, like seriously, I
didn’t know men could ever be capable of being so like… responsible?” Nina
questioned.
“My
husband and I split everything pretty fairly I think” Keysha responded.
“See,
I’d rather have that!” Nina shouted as she reached into her purse for her vape
pen, inhaling it a bit and blowing it upward.
Kristen looking over toward Janelle, wanting to see the cop’s reaction,
but Janelle remained quiet and smiling.
“I always feel like I don’t contribute enough around the house, but he
always tells me he’s okay with it” Nina said.
“Sounds
like you hit the jackpot to me” Valerie said as she rotated her head around,
her eyes closed as she had a tight lip smile, bobbing around to the beat of the
music.
“Maybe…”
Nina raised her brow and chuckled.
“What
about you Janelle? You got anyone?”
Valerie asked.
“Hah…
uhh… a few boyfriends in my early twenties, one serious boyfriend when I joined
the police academy, just never really found the right one…dating is shit these
days” Janelle explained.
“That’s
true…” Kristen agreed.
The
girls continued to chat for a while, downing a few more drinks as the night
went on, the music getting more fun as a few of the women danced around their
table. Valerie in the corner of the bar
talking to a random guy who was hitting on her.
Nina went to go check on the drunk Texas redhead.
Suddenly,
Kristen gasped a bit, realizing Ginny was in her ear, Ginny had whispered
something, but the music was too loud.
“What?” Kristen questioned.
“I
said… is that your ex over there!” Ginny whispered much louder. Kristen’s heart sank as she looked around the
bar, and sure enough, there he was, Kristen’s ex-husband, Ty. He was standing at the bar with a few other
men all drinking, but thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice Kristen yet.
She
froze, Kristen’s confidence evacuating her body in an instant. All the power she had grown accustomed to,
the lives she commanded, the feeling of dominating those deemed as lesser
beings, all went out the door in that brief moment. Kristen stared back down at the table with a
sadness and emptiness washing over her mind and body. It had been over 6 years since she had seen
the man who left her a lonely pregnant and broken mess. “You okay?
You wanna leave?” Ginny asked as she placed her hand over Kristen’s arm
in support.
“What’s
going on?” Keysha curiously asked.
“We
might have to leave” Ginny explained.
Kristen nervously running her hands under her chin a few times trying to
think, but her mind went blank.
“Okay,
we can leave, I’m ready to go to bed anyways” Keysha agreed. Janelle looking around confused.
“Oh
my god, oh my god, he’s coming over” Ginny said as she looked over her
shoulder. “Let’s go” Ginny quickly urged
Kristen up from her seat, but it was too late, the second Kristen stood up and
turned around, she was greeted by a ghost.
The taller Ty looking down at her with a wide smile, he looked mostly
the same expect for some obvious extra pounds around his belly and a bit more
of a receding hairline.
“I
knew it was you!” Tyler shouted as he reached out and hugged onto Kristen,
Kristen with stiff arms at her side didn’t even react as all the girls at the
table were speechless. “it’s been so
long, how are you?” Tyler asked.
“G-good”
Kristen simply responded with an anxious smile.
Kristen feeling tipsy still, but the shock nearly sobered her back to
normal. “You?” Kristen asked.
“I’m
great! Hey, how’s Maddy doing, she okay?”
Tyler asked. Kristen’s face reddened
with a bit of embarrassment and rage, remembering the lies Tyler told to her,
him abandoning Maddy and Kristen so he could be a permanent bachelor frat
boy. Kristen wanting nothing more than to
stand up for herself, but she couldn’t.
She had conquered millions of people, squished and flattened countless
more. Her people respected her, they
loved her, feared her, she was a goddess, a queen, but in that moment, she was
only just a frightened and resentful shell of herself.
“She’s
doing okay” Kristen modestly answered.
“Awesome! I hope you two are doing well, hey! Speaking of!
I know that you’re like a big-time real estate agent around town, I was
gonna have a lawyer reach out and re-do the child support payments since it
seems like you’re making way more than me these days, is that cool?” Tyler
asked.
“I…
I-” Kristen stammered.
“Hey,
Kristy!” Valerie shouted as Nina and Valerie stumbled back over. “I gave that guy over there my number ooo”
Valerie cooed in drunken fashion.
“We’re
actually just about to leave” Ginny urged as Keysha and Janelle stood up from
the table. Ginny supportively tugging at
Kristen’s arms as Kristen snapped out of her brief daze as she began to gather
her things and put on her coat.
“Well,
it was good to see you. Hey, would you
be interested in having me meet Madelyn sometime?” Tyler asked.
“I
don’t think… that would be a good idea…” Kristen anxiously said as she fitted
the sleeves of her tan coat up her arms.
“Hey,
that’s my daughter too” Tyler said.
“Barely…”
Kristen mumbled before he took a small step toward Kristen. Janelle immediately stepping between the two,
having experience as cop, wasn’t afraid to assert herself, even if Tyler
towered over her.
“Back
up, bud…” Janelle said as she held up her hand and permitted Tyler to step no
closer. Tyler looking down at the
shorter, aggressive looking Janelle and nodding.
“Alright,
I’m sorry, see you later” Tyler said as he turned around and walked off towards
his friends across the bar.
Kristen
gripped at her purse tightly, Nina and Valerie said their goodbyes and stayed
behind at the bar as Valerie wanted to continue drinking. Keysha walked everyone else to her car. “You’re not gonna bust me for speeding… are
you?” Keysha said with a bit of attitude toward Janelle.
“Even
if I could, I wouldn’t, I promise” Janelle said with a friendly smile.
“I
only had one drink by the way” Keysha explained again.
“You’re
fine! I’m not some bitch cop” Janelle
said with an understanding tone as Keysha nodded and got in her car. Everyone else scooted in as Ginny tried her
best to console an obviously brooding and upset Kristen in the back seat. Keysha dropping off Ginny first after the
drive back to the suburbs.
“Asshole
didn’t even remember my birthday” Kristen jokingly laughed, lightening the
mood, hugging Ginny bye.
“We’ll
talk tomorrow, get some sleep, Kris” Ginny said with some concern.
“You
can drop me off with Kristen” Janelle said as Keysha agreed. Kristen and Janelle exiting the car, Keysha
saying bye and driving off a few streets down back to her house.
“Sorry
you had to see that…” Kristen shamefully said.
“I
see bad things all the time, no big deal, thank you for a night out! It was fun meeting your friends, oh yeah, and
happy birthday!” Janelle exclaimed.
“Thank
you… and thank you for stepping in there, Tyler wouldn’t have done anything,
but I appreciate it anyway” Kristen said.
“You’re
very welcome” Janelle said.
“Hey,
you should come over sometime to workout with me and Ginny” Kristen suggested.
“Sure! I go pretty hard though… anyway, goodnight”
Janelle said as she started to walk off down the street. Kristen smiling some as she walked through
her front door, struggling with the key a bit as her hands were a little cold. Looking down, she saw Rasha’s shoes in the
doorway and the feelings of frustration quickly came rushing back. Kristen barely even thinking about how she
was going to deal with the babysitter, focused more on the feelings of seeing
her ex instead.
“Hey,
Kristen, did you have a fun night?” Rasha stood in the living room with her
arms respectfully behind her back, smiling wide. Kristen with a stern and unamused face
started to undress and hang her coat on the wall, setting her purse down on the
floor for a moment.
“Sure
did” Kristen said as she adjusted her shirt downward with a few tugs. “Madelyn sleeping okay?” Kristen asked.
“Yeah,
not a single noise all night” Rasha replied.
“I
bet…” Kristen lead on as she reached down, unzipping her thick boots so she
didn’t thud them across the floor and wake Madelyn. Kristen scrunching her warm socks into the
carpet by the kitchen before setting her purse down on the counter, placing her
phone in her jean pocket before walking back into the living with crossed
arms. “So, did you have fun with Maddy
tonight? Play any games?” Kristen asked.
“I
sure did! We ate pizza and watched
movies, then played a little with her toys and then some hide n seek” Rasha
explained. Kristen nodding her
head.
“Anything
else I need to know? If not, you’re free
to go and I’ll send over the payment” Kristen said. Rasha still smiling but was fidgeting her
hands around quite a bit.
“I…
no, nothing, I had fun though, looking forward to next time if you need me”
Rasha said as she stepped toward the door and slipped her shoes on, preparing
to exit the house.
“Okay…
sounds good then” Kristen remained still with a stern look, placing her hands
firmly on her hips as she watched Rasha leave, the door closing behind
her. Kristen hmphed, “little liar…”
Kristen whispered as she groaned and walked to her couch, slumping down to
think about her night.
Kristen
playing the horrifying moments in her head over and over of seeing Ty, it was
embarrassing, how did she freeze so easily?
She was a fucking goddess, she thought to herself, and that asshole
wanted to re-file his child support documents and suddenly wanted to meet his
daughter after six years of barely any contact, how dare he, she griped.
Kristen
resting on the couch for a while, peeling off her socks and rubbing her feet
into the carpet for a massage as it was approaching closer to 1 in the morning. Peeling off her top, dressed in just her
large black bra and tight dark jeans.
She popped open the button of her jeans for a little bit more room
around her waist and tried her best to relax, but she couldn’t sit still from
the nerves still racing through her body.
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Kristen
“Ugh!”
She groaned, trying her best to keep it quiet, but Kristen only had one thing
on her mind, to remind herself that she was the queen of millions of tiny
people who would do anything she commanded of them, or die. Kristen stood up and quietly tiptoed upstairs,
Madelyn’s door securely closed and not a peep could be heard through the frame.
Kristen
walked into her room, opened her dresser and sure enough, the jewelry box was
in a slightly different position than where Kisten placed it originally. She hmphed as she took the keys out of the box
and walked back downstairs, marching through the hallways into the living room
when she spotted a few of Madelyn’s toys still scattered around the floor.
Bending
down and picking up the brand-new doll that Leslie had gotten Maddy as a
gift. Kristen inspecting the toy all
over, a sparkly pink dress, pink plastic heels, and a golden crown nestled in
the bright fake blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cartoonish smile to
complete the thin figure. She carried the
toy with her down the hallway, her tits bouncing and swaying with each step of
conviction toward relieving her anger and reminding herself who she truly was.
Kristen
made her split decision, sparing Ostrov from further damage that night and marched
into the city room instead, locking it behind her, leaving the light off as the
glow of the cities on the floor was enough to illuminate most of the room and
Kristen’s body. The cities quickly
realizing what was about to happen, much like many occasions before, they were
her accessories for cleansing her stress.
Everyone waking up as more glowing lights across the floor blinked on. The light only showcasing more of Kristen’s
perfect figure, her bare midriff leading up to her tits behind her black, lacey
bra, her tight jeans hugging her skin all the way down to her ankles, just
below, her massive bare feet and toes wriggling into the cold floor.
She
marched around to her throne, passing up the cities and wiggling into the soft
cushion of the seat, setting the barbie doll down on the small table next to
her tablet. Kristen could see the night
shift alive and well, the tiny flickers of the trains moving between cities,
the flashing lights of cargo planes in the sky transporting thousands of tons
of supplies, Kristen not even sure if she had walked into a plane on her way
over to her throne as she couldn’t have cared less.
Comfortably
leaning her head back into the cushions and taking a deep breath, spreading her
legs slightly as she slid her bare heels across the floor towards Serenity in
Luxury, propping her toes over the cities without damaging them as usual. Taking a few moments to herself, closing her
eyes and thinking about her life, getting older, raising a daughter, wanting a
relationship, but growing into her career and making amazing money, but the
thoughts of appearing so weak and submissive the second she saw her long and
gone ex was unforgivable.
Kristen
tilted her head left to right, trying to relax herself and loosen up her tense
muscles. Gripping at her armrests a few
times and taking some deep, calming breaths, wondering if relieving her anger
on her tiny people was what she wanted to do, and the answer in her head kept
coming back, yes. Kristen took another
deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, focusing on the cities, judging them by
categories she deemed important. Mostly,
Kristen judged the cities by how little destruction and death had occurred in
them recently.
She
eliminated Queenstown from contention due to the accident she caused, Serenity
and Luxury because of their meeting punishments, and Servitus because of her
little playful fun earlier that day, “hmmm…” she hummed as she scanned the
floor. There were cities that never got
much attention, Braithe was usually safe because they cleaned and detailed her
shoes, Clitsburgh because it was a major hub for the trains, Epsilon City, and
Talem for the same reason as Clitsburgh.
Port Leslie got drenched by Ginny’s smelly feet, Kristen shaking her
head at the dwindling options.
Scanning
over Crest as she rolled her eyes, knowing those fanatics were just waiting to
die under Kristen at any given moment as a religious experience, Kristen almost
punishing them more by not giving them “total salvation” as blood stains on her
soles. Kristen bit her lip a few times
in frustration, like a kid with too many choices of ice cream as she continued
to scan, “uggh…” Kristen groaned.
There
were a few cities she didn’t interact with too often scattered around and
between, like Sole City underneath the window and a little far from the
pathways, Kristen couldn’t even remember their original name after getting
drunk one night and forcing them to change their name “or else”, it seemed like
more of a hassle to get to the city though as Talem and Epsilon City were
relatively close and could suffer some collateral damage if Kristen took a
wrong step. “Whatever…” Kristen mumbled
as she stood up from her black and gold throne.
Reaching
over and grabbing Madelyn’s doll from off the table. Kristen tiptoed over the pathways, seeing the
running trains on the ground near her feet.
Kristen semi-cautious about any night shift planes legally flying around
and abiding by the rules, avoiding the blinking lights unless they were
directly in her way. In the distance was
one of the blinking red lights, the little jumbo plane crossing over the
pathways at the worst time, Kristen teasingly slowed down her pace, tiptoeing
scantily over the walkway. Sparing the
plane another 15 or so seconds to fly out of the way, but the plane was simply
too small and the distance it had to cover to get safely away from her
approaching body was too far for the little crew, Kristen imagining the sheer
panic that must have been happening onboard.
Kristen,
not even looking at the plane, continued to tiptoe towards Sole City, Kristen
feeling a tiny blip of heat for a brief nanosecond, the plane exploding on her
toned bare midriff just above her bellybutton, but Kristen couldn’t even see it
over her bouncing tits.
Kristen
groaning in frustration a bit as the pathway ended a little too far from Sole
City, having to take two extra steps into no man’s land to hover herself over
the glowing metropolis on the floor.
Sole City had multiple train stations going in and out as tourism was
growing in popularity there. Sole City
considered one of the safest metro areas in the entire room, but Epsilon City
was number one in tourism by far because of their angle toward the window and
the massive sky of the outside world high above.
Collateral
damage became an afterthought as she sunk herself down, using the windowsill as
support, dragging her butt against the wall and sitting by the very edge of the
city just outside of the outskirts, extending her left leg out comfortably as
her sole and toes ended up between Talem and Epsilon. Raising her right leg nearest the city up,
bending her knee and giving the tinies a view of her curvy thigh high above
them. Kristen placing the doll just next
to her inner thigh.
She
stared down at Sole City in the dimly lit room, tilting her head to the right
and resting her head against the wall, an apparent sadness on her face, her
body slumping downward some. Kristen
could see the slowly moving lights on the streets of highways and streets
packed with vehicles, a few scattered specks of late-night workers or night
owls just trying to live their lives free of being squished. Kristen forgot the exact population of the
city just below one of her windows, but she knew it was well over 2 million,
with most of those people safely in their dwellings and homes so late at night.
Kristen
sighed, then picked up her arm. She
reached down and poked her nail into the lights, pushing her finger downward
into a major highway system, pulling her finger away and seeing the darkened
circle of a canyon surrounded by the glowing lights. The sudden absence of tiny lights in that
area was strange, like an artform of destruction. Kristen’s action felt hollow though, she
didn’t feel the rush of power she was hoping for from her poke, just the result
of thousands of faceless dead tinies that belonged to her smushed into the wrinkles
of her skin.
Kristen’s
phone buzzed in her pocket, fully expecting it to be a bitchy and whiney text
from the leader of Sole City begging her to stop, tilting her butt upward some
and pulling her phone out, but it was just a simple drunk text from Valerie
wishing her a happy birthday again. Kristen
giggling and shaking her head before she placed her phone down on the floor
next to the doll. Kristen leaning her
head back against the wall to try and find herself for a second, wanting to
feel that rush of power so she didn’t have to think about her shithead ex or
Rasha being untrustworthy.
“Alright…
listen up Sole City… the rest of you” Kristen began to speak, scanning her eyes
right to left of the entire room. “I had
a little bit of a rough night… on my birthday, who would have guessed?!” Kristen exasperatedly chimed, shrugging her
shoulder dramatically as her tits subtly shook a few times, “so… unfortunately…
I have to get rid of some bad thoughts… everyone be mindful of the curfew rules
and don’t message me or I’ll have to pay you a visit too…” Kristen spoke,
expecting to get some worried texts from a few leaders, but there were none,
Kristen thinking the people of the rest of the room were just glad it wasn’t
them who were about to be subjected to the goddess’ wrath.
Kristen
could hear a little buzz of screams coming from Sole City, having not heard a
lot of micro screams in recent years as the people had been getting used to her
destructive acts. Kristen smirking a
bit, hearing their little high-pitched squeaks of terror felt good, finally experiencing
the feeling she was yearning for, her thoughts melting away as she transformed
into a fully vindictive goddess with a whole miniature playground beneath her.
“Mmmm…
there it is…” Kristen breathily moaned with pleasure as she reached toward the
city, pinching a skyscraper at random and ripping it from the middle of the
city, the screams only increasing as Kristen could feel that familiar tingle
between her legs and at the base of her spine.
Kristen dangling the building
from the top, carefully pinching it between her nails, the inch tall skyscraper
had dots falling out. Their silhouettes illuminated
against the dim glow of the room as they tumbled downward, smashing onto the
thick fabric of Kristen’s jeans between her legs.
Inspecting
the building closely with her hazel eyes, breathing over the building, her
breath still intoxicated with the fruity and harsh smells of the many cocktails
she had been drinking even if Kristen wasn’t really feeling all that tipsy
anymore. Kristen slowly lowered the
building to her parting red lipstick covered lips, sticking her tongue out
slightly and curling her tongue around the building, gently letting go of the
building as it sat still in once piece atop her tastebuds.
Kristen
pushed her tongue around, trying to taste anything, but there was nothing
really discernable, wondering how it felt for Ginny who ate a building full of
people during the meeting, Kristen wanting to try it for herself, but the taste
was disappointing. An underwhelming mix
of dirt and maybe a hint of salt was all.
Kristen curled her lips in disappointment and pushed her tongue backward
as saliva built up around the building filled with thousands of micro people. Her thick saliva seeping into the broken
windows and cracking foundation within the dark cavern of her warm, damp mouth.
Kristen
could hear the slightest high pitch squeak of screams before she swallowed the
building whole, feeling the little pebble like lump slide down her throat to
disappear in her stomach, as if swallowing a pill or a vitamin. Kristen didn’t care much about the fate she
subjected those unsuspecting people to, burning alive slowly for hours and
digested in a disgustingly loud, slimy, pitch-black stomach. But she did feel that rush flowing through
her mind and body of having the power to do whatever she wanted, even picturing
a screaming Tyler taken hostage in the building and drowning in her stomach
acid.
She
rotated from off the wall, feeling a little arousal pulsing between her legs. Leaning forward and laying down face first,
propping her massive breasts upward and facing toward the city as she kicked
her legs up behind her, playfully batting them forward and backwards in the air
while she curled her toes, using her hands to prop her face up
comfortably. “Having fun?” Kristen
giggled as the screams grew a little louder, hearing them more clearly as her
face was lowered just above the city’s sky.
The
tops of her breasts rolling forward and out of her bra, a grotesque tidal wave
of her glowing flesh protruding over the entirety of the city and into a few
neighborhoods flattened under the rolling skin slowly compressing into the
floor and squishing anyone caught underneath, no matter how soft and forgiving
her tits were. Kristen smiling wide,
almost disturbingly as she scanned the city from left to right, continuing to
bat her feet with excitement high above her back.
“Hmm…
what to do next?” Kristen whispered before she licked her teeth, almost
psychotically, her eyes lowering with pleasure and satisfaction as she grew wet
between her legs, her nipples hardening against the cold floor through her
silky bra. “Hope you don’t mind if I
scooch a little closer…” Kristen breathily said with a lustful and sexual tone. Shimmying her hips and body forward as her
tits spilled into the city, bulldozing hundreds of buildings and homes spread
out across the suburbs and inner districts.
Seeing little blips of orange and red explosions, heating the skin of
her breasts, the explosions turning to plumes of smoke before disappearing
underneath her voluptuous chest.
Countless
homes and city blocks flattened under her breasts, but Kristen not leaning
enough inward to damage downtown and the main districts, sparing the heart of
the city. Instead, feeling the crumbs
and sand-like debris beneath her skin wiggling and writhing before a few pops
squelched the tickles away. Barely able
to see over her own curving breasts anyway, she couldn’t notice the buildup of
debris and destruction within her own cleavage, hundreds of unlucky survivors
clinging onto the vast space between her tits, but Kristen adjusted her
position slightly, pinning her breasts momentarily together and ruthlessly
crushing anyone spared between her globes of warm skin.
She
reached back to her side and picked up Madelyn’s barbie doll, bringing the
popular plastic woman around and above the city. “Uh oh… what’s this? A giant monster doll? Hehe…” Kristen giggled, immediately flashing
back to a childlike feeling of playing with her own dolls, only this time, it
was movie-esque. A “smaller” giant plastic monster woman
attacking a big city full of frightened tiny people. The barbie doll, only about a mile and a half
tall from the perspective of the micros, but still massive enough to cause
untold destruction.
Kristen’s
hands and fingers wrapping around the blonde barbie’s legs and body,
positioning and tweaking the placement of the doll’s limbs and head. It was uncanny valley, the horrific
cartoonish smile and always open blue eyes staring down at the real, tiny
people while Kristen was puppeteering the toy.
Kristen lowered the barbie into the city, the sparkly plastic pink heels
digging into a district near downtown, plumes of gray smoke shooting outward
from the barbie’s pink shoes.
The
highest buildings reaching up nearly to below the barbie’s bare knees where the
ruffled pink ended just above. Kristen
pinching the leg of the barbie and raising it, lowering it further into the
city as if mimicking a giant monster taking a deadly step into the busy and
packed streets full of crying and shrieking people. Kristen watching as buildings collapsed
underneath the plastic heel, specks disappearing underneath the doll’s
footstep. Kristen couldn’t help but let
out a few girlish giggles from high above.
She wound up the leg and kicked it outward, cleaving a building in half
as it fell into the streets into a plume of destruction.
“You
know, usually… the city would fight the giant monster in the movie… but if you
scuff my daughter’s doll, I’ll be beyond angry… if I see anyone shooting at the
barbie, I’ll vacuum all of you up and throw you away” Kristen cryptically spoke.
Kristen
lifted the barbie from downtown, sparing the people for a moment as she looked
for another target, seeing a flatter district of neighborhoods and specks
running all around in masses and hysterics.
“I wanna… try… this…” Kristen spoke slowly as she brought the toy over
to the neighborhood districts on the window side of the city. Seeing tens of thousands of fleeing specks
all filling the streets from edge to edge, an unobstructed view of their
panicked movements without skyscrapers and buildings getting in the way of the
visuals.
Kristen
gently pinched the right leg of the barbie doll and aimed it right over the
biggest mass of specks and colored dots of micros. Deliberately and slowly lowering the plastic
heel into the crowds of screaming people, as only a few managed to escape the
oncoming sparkling shadow. Kristen
pressing the leg downward with some pressure as Kristen could feel the crunches
and popping sensations of thousands of people being squished to death
underneath the miniature pink high heel.
“Mmm…” Kristen hummed with pleasure, reaching her free hand back and
feeling between her legs, the feintest trace of wetness seeping through the
fabric of her jeans could be felt, but she didn’t want to pleasure herself
quite yet.
Picking
up the doll, seeing the tiny heel print in the neighborhoods filled with a
glistening red residue. Flipping over
the doll above the city and inspecting the shoe, hundreds of squished bodies
flattened against the pink heel as Kristen realized she would have to really
clean up the doll before giving it back to Madelyn.
Kristen’s
phone finally buzzed as she smirked, expecting the leaders of the room to beg
her to stop, already picturing the desperate words of the tiny people in her
mind only fueling her lustful excursion of death unto the innocents that
belonged to her queendom. She sat the
doll down behind her and scooted back and up, deliberately bouncing her ass
over Sole City for a brief second before leaning against the wall and returning
to her upright sitting position. She kicked
her legs and feet back out toward no man’s land dangerously close to Talem as
her soles towered over the skyline of the hyperloop train hub.
Kristen
pleasantly sighed, biting her lip as she had the powerful feeling like she
could fuck a whole city again without care, her birthday rescued by the
blissful feeling of total power over her people’s lives. She reached down with her free hand and
slowly rubbed her pussy through her jeans a few times, “I’ll be taking this… thank
you…” Kristen said as she pulled her hand away from her pussy, reaching into Sole
City and snatching up another tall skyscraper from its foundation, leaving
behind a tower of smoke. Kristen
lowering her hand into her jeans, using her knuckles to lift her panties up,
curling her hand with the building tucked gently under her fingers before
folding the inch tall building into her wetness.
She
began rubbing the building into herself as it broke apart with ease, moaning
softly as she reached her free hand toward her phone, bringing her device up to
her chest and swiped it open to what she wanted to be a desperate message
crying for mercy from Sole City, wanting to use it as fuel to finish herself
off, but no, the unexpected message read differently. “You need to stop” the message read, but the
message came from someone who hadn’t talked back to her in 6 years.
She
continued to read the message, pausing her rubbing, “we can’t continue to be
the victims of your anger issues and your drinking problems” Kristen wincing
her eyes at the harsh message, feeling a surge of anger reverberate through her
body, surpassing how horny she was, but continued on. “Kristen, goddess, we care about you, but it’s
time your mental health issues need to be addressed. This can be done not by killing us to make
you feel better, but by seeking professional help, please… we are not your
stress toys. We paint your nails, we
follow your rules, we rub your toes, we clean your shoes, people pray to you…
please, please have respect for us from time to time” the message concluded
from General Werth.
Kristen’s
blood was boiling beneath her skin, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist
around her phone. She placed her phone
back in her pocket and removed her hand from her pussy before she grabbed the
barbie off the floor and stood up to her full height, leaving behind a
decimated Sole City in her wake.
She
marched over the pathways, angrily stomping by each city and up to Queenstown
by the door. Gripping the barbie tightly
in her hand and staring down Queenstown.
“Lecture me about respect? You’re
not my father. And you sure can’t
fucking tell me what the fuck I can and cannot do with you and everybody in my
house…” Kristen calmly and quietly said.
Kristen
knew that General Werth’s construction headquarters was in the middle of her
big toe print left behind by her accidental step. Kristen with a stern look on her face, not
wanting to ruin the progress of rebuilding Queenstown, picked up her big toe
and aimed it downward. Accurately and
with conviction, she stamped her big toe back down across her previous print,
feeling a small crunch of whatever and whoever was down there.
Kristen
twisted her toe left to right, grinding away anything leftover and stomped out
of the room, sparing Queenstown any more damage, locking the door behind her
and marching into the guest bathroom.
Kristen angrily washing off the grime and bloody corpses from Madelyn’s
doll, inspecting the toy all over and all around to make sure there wasn’t a
single imperfection, or a single micro body left over. She wiped it dry, returning it to its brand
new and unsuspecting appearance.
Her
eyes and brow still lowered in anger as she grumbled, “fucking asshole… piece
of shit old man… you picked the wrong fucking time… asshole! Why did you do that!” Kristen quietly cursed
and groaned on the way back to the living room to place the barbie perfectly
back on the floor with all of Madelyn’s scattered toys. Kristen bending down before she heard
something that caught her off guard.
“Mommy? Why are you so mad?” Madelyn sweetly and
innocently asked from the stairs.
Kristen noticed Madelyn’s eyes welting with a few watery tears. Kristen was speechless for a few seconds,
widening her eyes in shock. “I’ve never
heard you talk like that before…” Madelyn said with sadness.
“Oh,
sweetie… I’m not mad…” Kristen said with a loving tone, rushing over to Maddy,
Kristen dropping to her knees and tightly hugging onto her daughter. Kristen’s mood immediately changing from
anger and righteous god-like retribution to regret and shame. “What are you doing up, Maddy girl?” Kristen
sweetly asked with a soft tone, Kristen’s heart beating rapidly.
“I
woke up because I was excited for your birthday” Madelyn said.
“Aww…
sweetie” Kristen said as she continued to tightly hug her daughter. Kristen calmed down the sniffling Madelyn and
got her back to sleep after sitting with her atop her bed for a little while.
Kristen
soon after went into her room, undressing, and pushing out any remnants of the
building or micros from her pussy into the toilet before washing herself and
getting her makeup off. Kristen lying in
bed in the earliest hours of the morning.
Kristen folded over, burying her face into a few pillows and hiking the
blankets up and over her body to combat the colder air circulating through the quiet
house.
“What
did I do…” Kristen’s voice was pained, feeling regret over squishing General
Werth, sure he tried to fight her and invade Crest years ago, but he ended up
becoming one of Kristen’s most trusted leaders, telling the truth and offering solid
advice whenever asked of him. The older
general even reminding Kristen of how her own father was like at times. Their character and traits similar in some
respects, “no, don’t think about that…” Kristen tried to dismiss the
thought.
He
would never steer Kristen wrong, she thought.
Thoughts flooding her mind, maybe she does have an anger issue, a
drinking problem, no, no way, I’m fine she thinks… “Oh god…” Kristen said again
as her own eyes started to water, a few tears trickling onto the pillow a bit
and leaving behind a tiny puddle absorbed by the threads of the soft covers…