Gilly
was impressed with herself, she had walked so far in such a short
amount of time and all she had to do was stop worrying so much about
stepping on people. As she reached another large intersection, standing
directly in the centre of the junction of two wide streets atop what,
before she had planted her feet down, an appalling pile-up of cars
caused by their panicked attempts to escape her, she stopped and looked
back at the street she had just thoroughly ruined by merely walking down
it. She could judge neither time nor distance accurately, especially
now that all frames of reference had been warped by her new perspective,
but she assumed that she must have walked a good few miles in a matter
of minutes, or even less. It was not as though anyone else could
challenge her on this, and if they did she merely had to step on them.
The
street there was littered with her footprints, stained with smashed
human remains and flattened vehicles and whatever else was on the
street. Probably more than a few lampposts, newspaper stands, benches,
and god knows what else, none of which could possibly be identified
now. Just after her growth and those first few accidents she felt guilt
and horror at what she had done, but now she only understood that on an
abstract, intellectual level. She had murdered hundreds of innocent
people just like her, and yet, though she knew she ought to feel at
least bad about it, she struggled to feel anything but curious.
Besides, she reasoned, it was unavoidable, and all of this could be
sorted out once Pat was found and some sort of plan could be formulated
to fix it. Somehow.
Yet
she was having doubts over whether or not it could be ‘sorted out’ at
all. If they, whoever ‘they’ were, could shrink her down somehow, could
she possibly go back to living a normal life after having killed so
many people? Or she might be stuck at this monstrous size forever, and
then what was she supposed to do? Gilly didn’t like thinking ahead in
general; her inability to make any sort of concrete plan about her life
had always made her anxious and this time it was no different. She
breathed in the warm, summer air and exhaled slowly, and, in an attempt
to calm herself, peered down at her feet below.
Her
bust was in the way, so she had to bend forwards to see them, resting
her hands on her thighs and pressing her breasts together with her
arms. The roads here had widened as she advanced deeper into the heart
of the city, so that she could stand comfortably with both feet together
without fear of damaging the sides of the buildings, as though she
should be concerned with that after stomping on a score of trapped
motorists in the intersection. The buildings, too, were on average
taller, with most reaching no higher than her knees and the highest one
she could see probably meeting her lower thigh, if she was to go on over
and stand next to it. She was tempted, but it was a little out of the
way of her objective.
Nevertheless,
she enjoyed comparing things to her new stature, and most of all the
people. She had been standing still at the intersection for a few
minutes now, just watching them, and there were still a few of the
half-inch-high people still there, huddled at the sides of the pavement
or between abandoned cars, apparently stunned beyond all rational
thought by the appearance of this massive naked woman in their city.
Her toes wiggled playfully in the deep footprints caused by her sheer
mass, which gave those shell-shocked individuals a start, and a few even
recovered enough of their senses to turn and flee. A soft, playful
little giggle thundered down at them from above, followed by that
awkward snort. The comparison between their tiny bodies and her dainty
‘little’ toes turned that knot of anxiety into a flutter of
anticipation; after what she had done just to walk down this street and
get to this point, would it be too much for her to simply give in to her
repressed desires?
Flickering
red and blue lights in her peripheral vision distracted her. Further
along the street towards the skyscrapers where her boyfriend was, Gilly
spotted what must have been the local police force forming a roadblock,
presumably to stop her. A row of black and white cars, lights blaring
like the inside of her favourite nightclub in Sheffield on a Friday
night, and what looked like a tank had lined up across the road a few
steps, or some several hundred feet, away from where she was standing.
There were a dozen of them, perhaps, including that tank-looking thing,
and what seemed like hundreds of little police officers in black and
dark blue. The sight reminded her of seeing the rather heavy-handed
response American police have to protests on TV, but that she could
quite easily step over their little blockade, or into the next street
and avoid them entirely, made them all look silly rather than
threatening.
More
out of curiosity about what these tiny police officers thought they
could do against a giantess, and perhaps definitively settle the old
question about whether or not one would be immune to bullets after all,
Gilly advanced on them. She put an extra bounce in her step, swinging
her hips as though she was walking down a catwalk rather than on top of a
packed street in such a way to cause her massive bare breasts to wobble
pleasingly for the coppers. As she drew nearer, crossing the distance
with long, lazy steps far quicker than neither she, the police, nor the
civilians between them had anticipated, she noticed that the little
blockade had the effect of blocking the panicked flight of a veritable
horde of people running away from her. The terrified mob collided with
the barricade and chaos broke out as the thin blue line struggled to
push them back. She watched with faint amusement, not slowing her
stride as she closed the gap with frightening speed, the bug-sized
people swarming like insects, each more afraid of her than of the armed
police, and forcing their way through gaps in the line.
“Stop!” a thin, metallic voice amplified by a bullhorn called out.
Gilly took another step closer, flattening an abandoned delivery truck. The police line trembled.
“I
said stop!” The voice sounded more desperate. Gilly took another step
closer, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as she found that she
was enjoying toying with these tiny people.
“Stop or we will open fire on you!”
Gilly
stopped, but she was almost on top of them anyway. She stood there,
her toes a mere one of her foot-lengths away from the line of cops.
They had, by now, managed to get themselves organised and formed a gap
that had allowed most of the civilians to flee through. Most of the
people had stopped fleeing once they had crossed through the barricade,
perhaps thinking that their heavily militarised police force might be
able to stop the giant woman, and some had congregated into a sort of
crowd just behind the row of cars.
Bending
over with her hands on her hips and her feet together to fill the
entire width of the road plus the pavement, Gilly peered down at the men
who thought they could stop her. Her massive form cast a dark,
foreboding shadow over them. There were perhaps a hundred officers
organised into a gun line across the street and in front of their squad
cars, some wearing riot gear and others in the usual black and blue
uniforms, each armed with a mix of rifles and pistols. If she had to
hazard a guess, the police force here had cobbled together whoever and
whatever was available as soon as possible to mobilise this blockade.
One of the tiny men was standing on the roof of the ‘tank’, which, now
that she was closer, turned out to be some sort of armoured car probably
designed to put down riots. He held a bullhorn to his face, and Gilly
was very impressed that she could quite clearly make it out from
hundreds of feet up.
There
were a few seconds of uneasy silence. Gilly had never had a weapon
pointed at her before and now there were scores of firearms aimed
precisely at her, not that they could miss such a big target, and though
she was more than a hundred times bigger than any of these little
people, that knot of anxiety returned in the pit of her stomach. What
if she was vulnerable to bullets after all?
“Well?” she said, at length.
The
thin blue line shivered at the force of her voice from above. They
were afraid and she could see that in each of the tiny faces staring up
at her, and despite her anxiety about the prospect of being shot at,
despite her fading but still-lingering desire to get through this ordeal
with as minimal loss of life as possible, she had to admit that she
liked it. She had enjoyed intimidating and teasing smaller men back
when she was a mere six foot three, but this was an altogether more
exciting feeling.
The
officer with the megaphone hesitated; he had been trained to put down
riots, catch drug dealers, and stop criminals, not an explicably huge
English woman stomping on the citizens of the city he was sworn to
protect. Nothing in his or anyone’s training could have possibly
prepared them for this. Directly in front of him were her toes,
half-sunk into the road by the impossible mass of the giantess and
framed by a crest of churned up tarmac and debris, which had already
claimed countless lives beneath them. Then, looking up and craning his
neck back, following the curves of her shapely calves and thick thighs
to the generous swell of her hips. His eyes lingered unwittingly on the
dark, puffy mound and folds of her vulva where her thighs met, then,
even further up and almost having to tilt his body backwards to see, up
past her soft tummy were her mountainous breasts. The giant woman had
leaned forwards a little, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to see
him with such large breasts in the way, which allowed him in return to
see her face. She was strikingly pretty, and her soft, round features,
sharp green eyes, freckled pale skin, and her messy ginger hair were
certainly beautiful to behold. Her full lips were stretched into a
grin, showing her teeth; if her expression bore malice then this would
have been easy for him, but the cheeky, almost innocent smile as she
seemed to be judging his pathetic little life inspired more fear in him
than her size alone.
“I’m
waiting,” she said, her voice rendered deep and bassy by her size
reverberated through the officer’s body and he snapped out of his
trance.
“You’re under arrest!” said the officer, apparently more on instinct than anything else.
Gilly blinked down at them, likewise at something of a loss of what to say. All she could manage was to mumble, “Pardon?”
“I said you’re under arrest,” the officer repeated, “for murder. Place your hands behind your head and don’t move!”
She
twisted her upper body and looked over her shoulder at the path of
bloody footprints she’d left from her walk over the street and sucked in
a breath through set teeth. They had a point, for in the space of a
few minutes, half an hour, or however long she had been a giantess for
she had become the worst mass murderer in history, by just stepping on
her helpless victims. That flicker of anxiety turned to dread; everyone
would want retribution for what was ultimately a horrible accident, and
there was no telling that the authorities would treat her well. If
they did not outright kill her for this, then perhaps she would be
subdued, sedated, and subjected to all sorts of experiments to find out
what she truly was.
“No
I’m not,” she said petulantly. This was it, she thought, an
opportunity to make a deal with some sort of authority here and try to
come to some sort of peaceful solution to this, before it might
escalate. The officer started to say something, but even with the
megaphone his voice was overwhelmed by hers. “Look, dears, I need to
find Pat, he’s my boyfriend and he’ll be able to help me. Maybe you can
help me too? If you clear t’ path ahead for me then I won’t have to
step on anyone again, deal?”
Gilly
started to squat down and extend her right hand, palm up, towards the
officers, which she had intended to be a friendly gesture. But the
sight of this enormous woman suddenly rushing down towards them,
apparently reaching out to either grab or crush them with her hand, was
too much for a few of the nervous cops. A volley of bullets struck her
in her hand and her prodigious chest. It felt like little more than
light taps against her skin, but the sight of the muzzle flash and the
abrupt sound of gunfire had surprised her.
The
giantess flinched away from the police, raising her arm to ward off the
futile barrage. She stepped back, and the heel of her left foot
crashed through a ten storey office building. The walls crumbled easily
against her heel as it sheared straight through it, as though the
concrete was made of brittle styrofoam, and the entire structure of the
building collapsed. Debris cascaded down into a pile of rubble into the
streets around her heel, and a cloud of dense grey dust rose to the
level of her mid-calf. Gilly looked down and peered through the dust to
see her heel surrounded by a pile of rubble, much of which spilled out
into the streets and buried the abandoned cars around its base, as her
great mass had compressed what had been walls, floors, desks, chairs,
computers, and people into a deep crater. No one inside could have
survived.
The
firing had stopped at the barked, panicked orders of the officer with
the megaphone. The tense sort of silence descended again, and even the
panicked screams and cries of civilians who had just watched her
effortlessly demolish an entire building seemed hushed.
“Look what you made me do!” Gilly snapped, pointing at the ruin under her left foot.
The
gunfire started again, a constant, rapid-fire fusillade that seemed to
have no discernible effect on the giantess except annoy her. She felt
only taps or pins against her tummy and the underside of her breasts,
and assumed that they had been trying to aim for her face, but with her
being so close and so massive her breasts were in the way again. Still,
angered that they would be so stupid as to shoot her, however
ineffectually, Gilly pulled her foot from the rubble and raised it over
the heads of the police line with terrifying speed. Debris and dust
rained down upon them as she held it there, casting the cops in its
shadow, and, deep down, relished their fear.
Half
of the officers stayed, pouring round after round into the massive sole
above them as though that might do anything, while the other half broke
and ran, throwing their guns away. It did not save them. She dropped
her foot down and crushed about half of the police line including the
armoured car beneath it with contemptuous ease. The other half
remained, with a few idiots still firing at her, so she simply lifted
her foot and repeated the process. A few had somehow escaped her
revenge, knocked over by the two cataclysmic stomps and were either in
the process of trying to get up to flee or merely crawling away. Gilly
put them out of their misery by squishing them with her toes.
Gilly
had ‘won’, but as the feeling of triumph over the police force here
faded she became acutely aware that her little temper tantrum had likely
destroyed any chance of her co-operating with the city’s authorities.
However, she had demonstrated the raw power granted by her colossal
stature, the flattened remains of the police in her footprints was
testament to that, and she thought that if they tried that again then
she would easily come out on top. At the very least, it would show them
the cost of annoying her.
The
group of people who had stopped to watch their police take on the
giantess had become aghast at their protector’s failure, and the
all-too-brief moment of hope was shattered utterly in a series of
murderous steps. The usual state of panic resumed, and Gilly stood
there and watched as the crowd dispersed and ran from her.
“It was self-defence!” she announced to the people in the streets around her. “You all saw it, they shot me first!”
No
one seemed to be in any position to argue, not that she would bother to
hear it either. The road leading straight into the city centre
stretched on, and those tall skyscrapers were much closer than when she
started. If she carried on without worrying too much about what or who
she was stepping on to get there then she’d find Pat in no time, and
then…
And
then what? Gilly had trusted that Pat would be able to fix things as
he’d always done for her, but this wasn’t like repairing a radiator or
fixing a broken vase. Now she was a giantess hundreds of feet tall,
apparently invincible, whose footsteps caused the ground to tremble, and
hundreds, thousands, perhaps even the entire population of this great
city now feared being stepped on by her colossal feet. And it was
impossible to avoid stepping on them, too; anywhere and everywhere she
went would entail someone ending up as a crimson stain on her sole.
What was he to do about all of this? Would he even want to help her now
that she had grown into this massive, monstrous freak? He would look
at her looming form and feel the exact fear and horror of her that
everyone else had.
With
the absence of any other plans, short of sitting down and waiting for
something to happen, that was still the only course of action she could
think of. Trying to think of anything else was just too much for her to
handle. She breathed in another deep sigh, tried to put what had just
happened behind figuratively as well as literally, and carried on.
Gilly
caught up with the fleeing mob in the space of a few steps, and instead
of simply squishing them underfoot and carrying on as she had done
before, she decided to try a different tactic. The encounter with the
police, though laughably ineffective in stopping her, had made her aware
that her actions would not be ignored by the authorities, and while she
had proved herself to be immune to bullets, she was not too keen to
test that theory with the sort of weapons of mass destruction the most
powerful military in the world could bring to bear on her. It might not
be too late to turn things around, she thought, despite the hundreds
she had already crushed under her feet.
“Giantesses
can be gentle,” she said to herself as she regarded the mob below her.
She’d said those words to Pat when she tried to explain the fetish to
him; that it wasn’t all about big ladies crushing anyone smaller than
them.
Despite
running away from her, the people at her feet seemed to be moving at a
snail's pace. Gilly reminded herself that each of her steps accounted
for more than a hundred of theirs, and some of them had been running
from her for blocks. Yet if they would not obey her order to get out of
her way and if she was not prepared to stand and wait for them to
advance far enough to allow her to take a single step, that left one
other viable option that she hadn’t tried yet
Gilly
squatted down on her toes, resting her butt on her heels and her arms
on her thighs. The sight of her rushing down towards them so suddenly
drove the crowd into higher states of hysterical panic, casting them in
her vast shadow. Their shrill, mousy screams reached her ears as she
considered what she was about to do. Then, steadying herself by placing
her left hand on the ground by her toes, flattening a rubbish bin
beneath her thumb in the process, she reached out with her right hand
towards the laggards in the crowd closest to her.
The
first attempt was a failure. A woman had tripped in her high heels
attempting to run, and Gilly had tried to curl her fingers around her
tiny form and pick her up, but she had ended up smearing her under a
fingertip as wide as her victim was tall.
“Ick!”
Gilly wiped her finger clean on the flat roof of a nearby block of
flats, leaving a streak of crimson gore, and decided to try again.
The
second attempt started better. Instead of trying to pick up an
individual person, Gilly went for a group of them. She reached down,
curled her fingers around them, and turned her hand so that her catch
rolled into the centre of her palm. Taking care not to crush them
accidentally, her fingers relaxed, revealing the six people she had
caught huddled on her palm.
“Oh wow,” whispered Gilly to herself. “I did it!”
She
lifted her hand closer to her face to better examine them. The sudden
lift upwards pinned them to the surface of her palm. It was incredible;
tiny human beings trapped in her hand. There were a few office workers
in suits, someone in a green Starbucks uniform, and the rest in
casualwear -- just ordinary people going about their day until she came
along and ruined it. Towering over the nearby buildings and crushing
people en masse beneath her feet had certainly given her an idea of her
massive size, but to literally hold their lives in her hand gave her
such a rush of power. They were practically weightless, and she could
only feel a light tickle as they sat in her palm, gazing up at her
lovely, smiling face with mute dread. And to think that she was once as
tiny and puny as they were. She had only to close her fist…
Gilly quickly banished the intrusive thought for the next part of her plan.
“Ey
‘up,” she said. Her captives flinched at the force of her voice. One,
a man in jeans and a T-shirt, fell to his knees and sobbed, and was
comforted by the Starbucks worker. “Look, I’m trying to be nice, but
you little things keep making it difficult for me by running around in
the street and getting stepped on. So I’m going to try something,
alright? I’m going to put you back down now on t’ pavement, and you’re
going to stay there so I don’t step on you.”
Her
hand filled with tiny lives lowered back to the ground, close to the
building by the side of the road, where the fleeing crowd had finally
vacated, until it rested on the tarmac by her toes. The people on her
palm seemed a little reluctant to move, so Gilly tilted her palm towards
her until it was almost perpendicular with the ground and they tumbled
down onto the street. She lifted her hand and smiled encouragingly down
at the tiny people, and for a while it seemed to be working as they
remained rooted to the spot in fear. That is, until the man in jeans
and a T-shirt suddenly turned and ran in the direction of the fleeing
crowd in the distance.
“Hey!” Gilly reached down for him. “What did I just say?”
She
tried to pinch him gently between her finger and thumb, but in her
haste even the slightest application of pressure resulted in his entire
upper body being squished between them.
“Bugger.”
The man’s bloodied remains, now a mess of gore unrecognisable as a man,
was stuck to Gilly’s finger and thumb, which she instinctively cleaned
by sticking them in her mouth. The odd, savoury, slightly salty taste
registered to her as curious before she realised what she was doing, and
she screwed her face up in disgust and pulled her finger and thumb out
of her mouth. This display, however, merely inspired fresh panic in her
chosen group of tiny people by her toes, and so they fled screaming in
terror from her.
Back
to square one again. Still, aside from those she had just
unsuccessfully tried to reason with, the main mass of people fleeing
from her had put in a fair amount of distance, albeit one that she knew
she would cross in a matter of a few earth-shaking steps. They were
still between her and her goal, the Drapers Building where Pat was
having his meeting with James. It occurred to her that she still had no
idea which one of the shiny steel and glass towers in the distance was
the one she needed, and while she had initially intended to just look it
up on her phone, she had lost it with her sudden growth. That left her
with two options, as far as she could figure out on her own: go through
each one and try and find out which one had Pat in it or ask one of the
locals for directions.
Thus
far her every attempt to communicate with these tiny people had ended
in utter failure, but Gilly was undeterred. Everything would work
itself out when she found Pat, she reassured herself.
Despite
the crowd having fled further away from her, there were still a few
stragglers nearby. A few miniscule figures, apparently too stunned or
exhausted to flee anymore, had been left behind. Squatting over them,
Gilly saw a couple hiding behind a car that had smashed into a lamppost,
several other people hiding around the corners of buildings in
alleyways and side streets, and even a few simply standing in the street
and staring up at her frozen in fear. There was one, a middle-aged
businesswoman in a smart grey trouser suit standing on the pavement.
Gilly could see that she was shaking in terror, and even make out a
small puddle between her high-heeled shoes where she had unknowingly wet
herself. She might be a good start.
Gilly
licked the tip of her index finger and then lowered it down, touched
the tiny woman as delicately as she could possibly manage. Holding her
breath in anticipation, she lifted her finger slowly to her face, and
saw that her little captive was stuck there and squirming. She felt a
rush of excitement at having pulled it off, and tapped her finger on her
left palm to dislodge the woman onto her open hand.
***
Coffee.
Cassie’s boss only sent her to the Starbucks down the street to get
some coffee for the meeting, and she had barely made it out of the
office building before she saw this impossibly huge woman stomping down
the street, apparently chasing after a mob of fleeing people. She had
wanted to flee with them, but in her terror her legs would not obey her,
and she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move except watch
as this giantess squished living, breathing human beings beneath her
massive feet and even her fingers.
And
now she was sitting on the giantess’s palm; it felt like sitting on a
very firm, very warm mattress, and she could feel the deceptively rough
texture of what otherwise looked like smooth, soft skin. Fingers like
thick tree trunks rose up around her, and curled slightly inwards in her
direction in a sort of ‘cupping’ motion.
The
giantess’s face filled her vision when Cassie looked up. The huge
woman certainly had an attractive face, with a cute button nose and
full, plump lips, which made her more terrifying than if she was some
kind of hideous monster. Her features were soft and round, with pale,
freckled cheeks dimpled with a grin of genuine excitement, all framed by
a tangle of ginger hair. Sharp, bright green eyes stared down at her
relatively tiny form, and Cassie felt as though her life was being
judged by some great goddess. Perhaps, she thought, that was precisely
what she was looking at.
“Hi!” The giant woman’s hot breath washed over Cassie. “I need your help.”
Cassie
was shivering with fright as she stared up at the giantess’s face,
barely capable of understanding her thunderous, curiously-accented
voice. She fixated on the movement of her soft lips - it was impossible
for her to at that size to see all of the enormous woman’s face at once
- catching glimpses of teeth and a tongue like a beast and an endless
darkness beyond that she could effortlessly be slipped into. Apparently
heedless of her terror, the giantess carried on speaking:
“My
name’s Gilly. I need to find my boyfriend, his name is Pat, and he’s
in something called t’ Drapers Building, only I don’t know where it is.
Could you point me in t’ right direction, love?”
“I-I… I don’t know,” said Cassie, her voice cracking under the strain.
“What’s that? You’re so tiny I can barely hear you!”
“I don’t know!” Cassie shrieked. “Please don’t kill me!”
The giant woman’s expression changed - was that guilt? “I’m not going to kill you.”
“You
killed the others! I saw you stepping on them like- like…” Cassie
didn’t want to say it, but there, in the palm of this huge bitch, she
certainly felt like one: “Like bugs.”
“Those
were accidents,” the giant woman insisted. Cassie, despite her terror,
was an ambitious woman whose sights had been set on the higher echelons
of corporate management, and could tell that the giantess was trying to
convince herself of that as much as her. “Look, I just need to find
Pat, alright? What’s your name, dear?”
“Cassie,” she said.
“Alright,
Cassie, I just need you to look up t’ Drapers Building on your mobile
for me and tell me how to get there. Mine’s still back in t’ hotel
room, and it’s still tiny.”
Gilly’s
tone of voice was as though she was trying to give directions to a
child, thought Cassie, as she fumbled for her cellphone in her blazer
pocket. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked it and opened up the maps
app, but looking down at her phone and away from this huge woman’s face,
smiling down on the tiny thing on her palm, helped to calm her down
enough to function. She could even try to make herself forget about the
warm, mattress-like surface she was sitting on.
“It’s
loading,” said Cassie, staring at the spinning disc at the centre of
her screen and still not daring to look up at the expectant face of the
veritable goddess who held her life in her hand. It occurred to Cassie,
as she waited what felt like an unbearable eternity for the app to
load, that the giantess’s accent was a strange one -- it was definitely
not American, but she seemed to speak English fluently. The use of the
term ‘mobile’ to mean ‘cellphone’ implied British.
“Where
are you from, ma’am?” asked Cassie, still not lifting her gaze from the
screen. The app was being slow, and she wondered if the presence of
this giantess was somehow interfering with the signal, or something. In
a somewhat cold, analytical sense, she reasoned that keeping Gilly
occupied with small talk might encourage her not to crush her,
intentionally or otherwise.
“England,”
answered Gilly. “I’m here on holiday with my boyfriend Pat. Well, I’m
here on holiday, but he’s at some sort of business meeting. I used to
be tiny like you, then somehow I grew really big and now I need to find
him to help fix this.”
Cassie
wasn’t really paying attention to what Gilly was saying, though the
sheer force of her voice, amplified by her immense size, made it
difficult. At last, the app worked, giving walking directions to the
Drapers Building in the city centre. She noted that the app had
reported that it would take nearly an hour to walk there, but having
seen this huge woman strutting down the street, moving far faster than
anything that size had any right to but with the same casual gait of any
lady merely walking along, she had no doubt Gilly would get there in a
fraction of that time.
“You’re
heading in the right direction,” said Cassie, forcing herself to look
into those huge green eyes. The sharp needles of fear stabbed into her
again. “D-down that road, over the bridge over the river, then t-turn
right along the main highway. Keep following that and it’s on your
right. It’s directly opposite the Raleigh Tower, the biggest building
in the city, you can’t miss it.”
“How big is it?” asked Gilly abruptly.
“What?”
“T’ Raleigh Tower. How big is it?”
“Uh.”
Cassie struggled to remember the useless bit of trivia, not trusting
her cellphone again, before settling on something she thought sounded
about right. “About a thousand feet tall, I think.”
“And
how big am I?” There was eagerness in the giantess’ voice, as
distorted by her vastly increased size as it was, and that was mirrored
in that keen smile that spread across her face. That Cassie could
detect not a hint of malice in the expression, merely excitement over a
discussion about size from a woman with far too much of it, was all the
more terrifying than if she had been the snarling Godzilla her stature
resembled.
“I,
uh…” Cassie swallowed hard, and it was all she could do to keep from
just crying, but she balled up what little courage she could find within
herself and stood up on the giantess’ palm. The slightly soft skin
made it a bit tricky to balance herself. “I don’t know!” she shouted
petulantly up at her. “You said you’d let me go!”
Gilly
giggled, apparently finding her futile display of defiance cute and
funny. “I said I wouldn’t kill you,” she said, “and I won’t, but I’ll
let you go if you can help me figure out how big I am.”
Without
warning, Cassie felt the sudden rush of G-forces pushing her back on
her rear, and she fell with a shrill yelp. Gilly must have stood up,
for when Cassie recovered enough to sit up again and look around she saw
the clear open sky and the horizon. Everything else below her was
obscured by the enormous palm she was standing on, but if she turned
away from the giantess’ face and looked, through the gap between the
palm and a thumb wider than she was tall, she could make out the tall
skyscrapers of the financial and corporate heart of the city. The
Raleigh Building stood out amongst them, towering over its fellows, as a
glass monument to corporate power. As she stared at it, she wondered
how this huge woman might measure up against it.
“How big’s this building?” asked Gilly. She was looking down at something by her left foot.
“I can’t see it from here,” said Cassie.
“Go to the edge of my hand, I won’t drop you.”
Cassie
doubted that, but she knew better than to disobey, so she crawled on
her hands and knees over to the gap between Gilly’s monolithic fingers.
The ‘ground’, the giantess’ palm, shifted under her, making the going a
little difficult and disorientating, as those fingers twitched.
“You’re
tickling me!” exclaimed Gilly as she watched from on high. Cassie
ignored the comment, focusing on the methodical business of pulling
herself forwards to the very edge. There, at the ‘small’ web of skin
between the third and fourth finger, both looming over her, she clasped
her hands over the edge and dared to peek over at the ground below.
The
drop down was dizzying, and Cassie fought to stave off the wave of
vertigo. Her breath was caught in her throat as she stared down at the
buildings and streets from hundreds of feet in the air -- the sort of
view from a tall skyscraper, but from the hand of an enormous woman.
She could see people, just like her, little more than ants scurrying
around through the streets to get away from the giantess towering over
them -- a shiver crawled over her spine when she realised that’s
precisely what she and everyone else in this city was to Gilly. Looking
straight down, she saw the roof of a familiar office building made of
concrete, the view partially obscured by the giantess’ enormous left
breast, and a few people on the roof staring back up at her. The giant
woman’s shapely left leg seemed perilously close to it, a few inches
away that Cassie knew must translate into at least dozens of feet. The
absurd scale was giving her a headache so she pulled herself away from
the edge and, in spite of her fear, sat and leaned against a finger for
support.
“That’s
my office where I work,” said Cassie. She paused as she tried to
dredge up the now crucial bit of trivia that her life depended upon.
“It’s about two hundred feet tall, I-I think.”
Gilly
looked down at it, then back at Cassie. “It comes up to just under my
knee, so that would make me, uh…” She trailed off, and her brow knitted
together as she seemed to be struggling with the calculations in her
head.
“Eight
hundred feet tall, roughly,” said Cassie. It was a bit of an educated
guess, and she had rounded up in an effort to appease her gigantic
captor. Judging by the broad smile beaming down on her, teeth as tall
as she was glistening between her parted lips, it seemed to have worked.
“Thanks,
love. Maths was never my strongest subject.” Gilly sucked in a deep
breath through her teeth and looked down at her naked body towering over
its surroundings, turning her head this way and that in a way that made
the mess of ginger hair bob playfully as she surveyed the comparatively
tiny city and its inhabitants compared to her massive body. “Fuck me,”
she said, at length, and then turned her gaze back to the tiny thing
shivering on her palm. “I’m big.”
‘Big’.
Gilly had said the word with such relish, as though the full impact of
what it truly meant was starting to dawn on her. Yet to Cassie, now
huddled in a ball on her palm close to her fingers, such a simple word
still felt too small to describe the raw power granted by immense size
-- power that she had already clearly demonstrated by merely walking
down the street, casually snuffing out perhaps hundreds of lives already
beneath her feet. King Kong and Godzilla were ‘big’, but Gilly would
utterly dwarf those two monsters; eight hundred feet tall was a
measurement more apt for the magnificent skyscrapers of downtown, and
only those indomitable structures, symbols of mankind’s ability to build
and create and master its own environment, could even begin to compare
to the woman in whose palm she sat. Cassie, however, could take some
tiny measure of satisfaction that the Raleigh Tower was still taller
than the giantess.
“Do you like working there?” asked Gilly suddenly, snapping Cassie out of her thoughts.
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“I asked if you liked working there. I could smash it up if you’d like.”
Cassie
shivered in mute horror. She assumed that Gilly had been joking, but
given her size she was certainly more than capable of demolishing the
knee-high office building. Swallowing her fear down hard, she forced
herself to look up into those bright, eager eyes with black pits she
could drown in, and said, “You said you’d let me go.”
“I
did, didn’t I?” said Gilly, in a tone of voice that implied she’d just
been reminded of that fact. “You’ve been a great help, Cassie. I’ll
set you down and you can go. You might want to get out of this city as
quickly as you can.”
“Why?” Cassie blurted out. “What are you going to do?”
Gilly bit on her lower lip, looking almost apologetic. “I don’t know yet, depends on whether or not I find Pat, I guess.”
Cassie
was about to protest further when she suddenly felt her stomach lurch
and the horrid sensation of falling overtake her. She clung desperately
to the base of the giantess’ middle finger, her hands trying to find
purchase in the deceptively smooth and firm skin there, as she realised
that Gilly was lowering her down to the ground. The weightless
sensation ceased as abruptly as it had started, with a hefty thud as the
enormous hand struck the ground.
Feeling
disorientated by her journey, Cassie tried to stand up again, but this
apparently was not fast enough for Gilly. The ‘ground’ tilted, as the
palm rotated until it was almost vertical and she half-slid, half-rolled
down its surface and fell over the edge. Cassie landed on the broken
tarmac, rendered uneven by the sheer mass of the woman standing on it,
as a battered and bruised heap.
There,
lifting her head up, she found herself face to face with a set of
impossibly giant toes, the largest of which was taller than her even
though they had sunk part-way into the road by the giantess’ sheer,
ungodly weight. Cassie looked up, following the pair of legs that could
be skyscrapers in their own right, their sexy curves distorted by the
extreme perspective, to her hips. She had to crane her neck back to see
much further up -- over an ever-so-slightly pudgy stomach to balance
out the giantess’ impressive curves to the veritable hills of Gilly’s
breasts. Gilly had leaned forward slightly so that she could peer down
at the tiny thing over the generous curve of her massive tits, the
seemingly erect nipples pointed down at her as if to mock her puniness.
The
cheeky, playful smile was back on Gilly’s face. She even raised her
left hand and wiggled her fingers in a sort of wave. Then the ground
under Cassie shifted, as the enormous foot rose out of its self-made
crater, revealing the compacted tarmac and the unrecognisable remains of
what had been people, and soared overhead. She watched it swing
forward, the displaced air briefly gusting around her, and slam into the
ground. The reverberations from the impact of god-knows how many tons
of feminine power rattled her. She heard screaming, which had been
distant and faint when she was held in the giantess’ palm, cut short
with the horrible sound of cracking concrete. Cassie watched as Gilly
took her next step with no particular urgency, and carried on down the
street, her ass sashaying with each step.
As
the tremors lessened to the point where she could stand, Cassie picked
herself off the ground and turned away from the sight of the giant bitch
walking away. The ruined street, littered with footprints that filled
almost the entire width of the road, stretched out before her. With
little else to do except take Gilly’s advice to get out of the city
before… whatever it was she had planned for it, Cassie climbed over the
ridge of the crater and descended into the footprint, and did her very
best not to look at the greasy red stains embedded into the tarmac as
she passed them.