“Man, why are you drinking right now? It’s barely twelve!” A young woman said, berating a tired man as she confiscated the sake bottle her husband was holding. He dismissed his wife by waving his hand as his head spun around like a bobblehead. “Sorry, Kina-chan~ But it’s my day off so it’s a-ok.” The drunk man replied, slurring his words as he laid his head on the cushy couch. “But that’s no reason to do something more productive than sitting around and drinking yourself silly!” Kina said, with a great amount of concern in her voice. “Nonono, you see… I err…” The man thought up an excuse. “I’m watching the news, see?” The man picked up the TV remote and turned the TV on. 

“Breaking news! A large explosion has occurred in Upper Shibuya! The cause of the explosion seems to be a battle between the Devil Hunters and a particularly dangerous Devil. The death toll of this disastrous battle has been estimated to be in the hundreds, according to the authorities.” The newswoman announced while a video of the fight was being filmed from the air. A large plume of black smoke had engulfed a couple of city blocks as the Devil Hunters were suppressing the unknown Devil…

What was not being seen by the media was that the battle had already ended. With five Devil Hunters dead, a red-haired woman stood over the defeated devil. The woman held her hand over the devil, learning about its abilities after establishing her dominance over the weakened beast. “The size devil… You’ll be useful.” The woman smiled. She was Makima, a high-ranking Public Safety Devil Hunter and the infamous Control Devil. Despite the loss of five hunters, she had found a prize well worth the price. Forcing a contract between the two, she felt the overwhelming power from the size devil as she tested out its powers.

Her body grew in size as her clothing had trouble keeping up with her mature figure. Shooting up through the large plumes of black smoke, the news helicopter that was flying overhead was smashed into pieces as the wreckage fell onto the destroyed remains of Upper Shibuya. A large shadow fell on the city as a titanic woman stood, looming above the puny buildings and microbial people. Lifting her foot up from the debris, she took her first step, which landed on a dozen city blocks. The streets below her soles were in utter chaos as Makima’s domineering presence was seen for hundreds of miles. 

“H-holy shit…” The drunk man said, sobering up as he saw the carnage that took place from the redhead’s single step. Kina was speechless, her eyes widened as her breathing became more erratic. All they could do was watch as the giant woman casually wiped out Shibuya in less than a dozen steps…

Makima strolled towards Tokyo, which wasn’t difficult considering it was close to what used to be Shibuya. All the while, she left a trail of absolute destruction and utter despair. Each step she took made a giant imprint of her soles as the earth below was compacted from the sheer weight of each stride. Sirens sounded across Tokyo as an emergency broadcast was being made. “Citizens of Tokyo, please proceed to a nearby bunker.” The female announcer said, urging people to get to somewhere safe. People were scattering as they saw the red-headed giantess beginning to make her way towards the capital of Japan. The JSDF was mobilizing as they received reports of a giant woman brutalizing Tokyo. A battalion of Type 10 and Type 90 tanks were speeding towards the capital as a squadron of F-15J, F-2, and even the newer F-35A fighter jets were being deployed. The ginormous goddess of a woman in her business attire slid off her city-sized loafers before tossing them away with no thought in mind. 

The giant shoe landed on the nearby city of Kawasaki and flattened it, killing 1,231,631 people and causing at least a hundred billion yen in property damage. The worst was yet to come as the survivors inhaled the stench-ridden pheromones of Makima’s soles that billowed out from the opening of the loafers. Choking from the thick scent, their minds were re-wired as they began to prostrate themselves in Makima’s direction, uttering fanatical praises and compliments towards their unknowing and uncaring goddess. Makima had arrived right where she wanted to be. Using her powers, she began speaking into the minds of everyone within earshot… Which included anyone listening to the radio, watching the TV, or even feeling the vibrations of her earth-shaking voice. 

“I am Makima, your new goddess and savior of humanity. Pledge loyalty to me and I shall grant you all salvation and a utopia devoid of suffering. Anyone who dares to stand against me will be eradicated.” Makima’s commanding yet cold voice echoed throughout Tokyo and the bordering cities. Anyone who was within earshot had her powerful voice bouncing around in their heads and in response, many sat down and began worshiping their new goddess. Those with stronger wills struggled from bowing their heads down and prostrating themselves before the terrifying titaness. The fighter jets and ground assault vehicles had positioned themselves for an assault on the almighty amazoness. The squadron of jets began peppering her with missiles and bullets as their fruitless efforts did no damage to her thick skin and fabric while the tanks began their barrage, which only reached the top of her feet. Seeing the JSDF’s assault as nothing more than a pitiful attempt at staging an attack on her, Makima looked upon them as someone would look at ants. A sadistic smile began forming on the giantess’ face. Swatting her hand, she pulverized a platoon of F-15J fighter jets as she reared her foot over a squad of tanks. Slamming her sole over the tanks, Makima caused debris to fly everywhere that smashed into a couple of buildings, rendering them into a bundle of broken concrete, twisted steel, shattered glass, and chunks of skin and sinew from the people crushed under the heavy debris. She continued this process over and over again until the ground was reduced into nothing but a wasteland.

Kina and the man stared at their TV with empty and glazed-over eyes, their free will having been overwritten by the titanic Control Devil. The broadcasting feed had been replaced with Makima’s mesmerizing and hypnotic glowing yellow eyes. The TV screen had subliminal messages hidden within as well as blatant messages such as: “Give up your free will.” and “Pledge your very being to me.” Kina slumped down against the kitchen island and began masturbating, panting like a dog from the thoughts of Makima treating her like a puny, little slave. Meanwhile, the man was being dominated within his mind, his very being broken by Makima and thinking of nothing but Makima. Anything from her piercing golden-yellow eyes staring through him to the thought of Makima’s massive hips swaying up above the atmosphere and smashing down on his worthless life or even the idea of being an unworthy sacrifice being crushed between her thick thighs. They were fantasizing of the multitude of degrading things Makima could do to them as their minds had been replaced with just Makima.

Meanwhile, the military’s arsenal was having no effect on Makima’s massive mammaries. During that brief period of time, Makima had grown even larger. From taking the free will of millions of people, her body had outgrown her clothing, causing the fabrics to rip apart. The only articles of clothing that remained were her ripped leggings, bra, and panties but even they were being barely held together by a few strands of strong stitchings. The sight of her scantily-clad figure caused the most obsessed of Makima’s brainwashed slaves to begin masturbating, be it man or woman. Tearing their clothing off, it looked like Sodom and Gomorrah two from the degenerate actions the people were doing down below. Makima’s soles were caked with the gore of hundreds upon thousands of tinies, the debris of buildings, and a multitude of destroyed vehicles. Going up, Makima’s panties were at their limit from how thick her ass and hips had become and each movement from her hips threatened to tear apart the underwear. Makima’s bra was having trouble holding in her overflowing bosom as the sound of fabric stretching was evident. Her nipples threatened to pierce through her silky fabric of her bra, making a mountain-sized mound that peaked from underneath. 

It was as if Makima was teasing the horniest amongst her followers with her perfect body and it made them go even crazier. As the chaos ensued, the military was having trouble keeping themselves together. Some of the tank commanders had fallen under her spell and stopped firing while the pilots up above stopped flying their aircraft, which caused jets to sputter out from the sky and crash down onto the cold, hard earth. The lucky ones flew right into Makima’s cleavage, as if to offer their very beings for the crime of going against her. All around the world, the various governments of many countries were scrambling to figure out what to do. Many of their members had been compromised, either becoming vapid and worshiping the giant woman or sabotaging their efforts to mount a response against the emerging threat. 

Makima got off on the confusion and chaos, this was just the catalyst needed for her to take control of everything and bring it under proper order, her order. Her arousal would cause the seams of her bra to finally tear apart.

Her bra straps snapped as the shreds of her bra fell gracelessly onto the smoldering remains of Tokyo. Makima’s tits jiggled in the air like Jello, freed from their prison and let loose into the open sky. Whatever meager resistance was still being made upon her would stop upon seeing her bare breasts. Her exposed tits would charm anyone remaining as she began massaging her breasts from base to tip. All the while, massive stadium-sized drops of milk would spill out from her protruding nipples, splashing down and crushing everything directly below her. “Ah~...Ah~...Ah~...Mhhhm~” Makima would let out a soft moan with each squeeze. Her sensitive twin peaks would throb as her breathing became more ragged and violent. Makima’s face grew flushed with each motion as she felt an otherworldly pleasure for the very first time. She stopped massaging her breasts and began giving her aching peaks more attention. 

Each nipple was bigger than the Tokyo Tower and could easily produce 40 billion gallons of milk. Tracing circles around her nipples with her pointer finger before pinching and rubbing the top of her pink peaks, Makima let out an unexpected cute moan as more milk leaked out the edge. She was getting more and more vigorous with teasing her shivering nipples before creaming herself. 

Falling on her butt from sheer pleasure (And squashing 24,621 people with her asteroid-sized bottom), Makima looked down to see her panties, which had fallen apart from both the force of her love juices secreting out of her tight pussy and the impact from her falling on her bum. Makima’s body was quivering from delight as her hips gyrated, causing the surrounding area to quake. A giant tsunami-like wave of female cum swallowed up any buildings or people at the base of her crotch. 

Recomposing herself, she grabbed a chunk of land and wiped the cum from her snatch before tossing it aside like a piece of garbage, with the chunks of earth and feminine ejaculate splattering across three cities. Makima stood back up to her full size of one hundred miles tall. As the world was thrown into chaos, Makima smiled, knowing that there was more to come and she would restore complete order beneath her guiding heel…

RRRRRRRRRRRRRR….

A rickety old micro-truck puttered its way through the asphalt road with an aged man driving the ancient machine. Just from the sound the old truck was making, it could have fallen apart at any moment. The old man's Suzuki Carry continued down the road as he was deep in his thoughts. Letting out a heavy sigh, he continued his trip down from Tokyo to Kyoto. He was unaware, but he had lucked out and left just days before Makima's ascension as humanity's new goddess. The radio in his cramped truck was usually on but super finicky so he did not get the whole story, especially the part where Makima had grown massive, subjugated Tokyo, and made her declaration of self-apotheosis. He got bits and pieces of what the news station was broadcasting but it was too hard to listen to due to the static so he turned the radio off. 

“Siiiiiigh... I wanna go home and eat a nice, hot bowl of ramen.” He mumbled to himself, imagining the succulent taste of the delicious noodles, the meat-based broth, the diced scallions, and the boiled, brown egg. While he was salivating, a low rumbling emanated from below the earth. Small waves of these quakes would cause the aged truck to buckle and creak. On instinct, he checked his side mirrors but could not see anything out of the norm so he drove onto the shoulder of the road to park his cramped little truck there. Slamming the door behind him, he moved his head around to see what was a cause to all this. As the quakes became more violent, something or rather, someone broke through the wall of clouds…

Makima continued her path forward, making trips to other cities before deciding to head for Kyoto. Everyone had either been subjugated or been made an example out of. Along the way, she had stomped out a few devils without even being aware of it. Their tiny bloodstains were scattered all across her soles, just as insignificant as humanity despite all their wondrous powers. There were no more “contracts” anymore, just collecting the powers of whatever devil she came across by crushing them beneath her. Not even giving them the time of the day or her attention, she continued her conquest of mankind. She wasn’t just the Control Devil anymore, she was also the Change Devil, the God Devil, the Space Devil, the Time Devil, and had a multitude of other devil powers.

In her wakes of destruction, each place she visited had mile-long craters in the shape of her soles stamped in and around them. Makima’s presence made people scramble in absolute terror and her foot had become the hammer of justice and the arbiter of punishments for the unworthy, sentencing those beneath her to the overwhelming tonnage of her dirtied soles. Deciding that coming before each city in the nude was rather crass, despite having caked all of Tokyo and then some with her cum, she uses her newfound powers to form her usual clothing around her.  

The man’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the floor, was that a giant… woman?! He couldn’t believe himself, until he realized the quakes happening beneath his feet were very real. His immediate compulsion was to hop in his truck and high tail it out of there but realized the futility of the situation as she could make more ground in a second than he could in twelve hours. So he hid behind his truck and prayed to whoever was out there to spare his ass. A massive shadow casted over his microbial existence as Makima strode past him.

The ear-splitting sound of the earth being annihilated made him jump as he and his truck was sent flying a dozen feet in the air by the red-headed woman’s footstep. Slamming down onto the hard, cold asphalt, he slowly opened his eyes to see that he was still alive. A storm of dust clouds had swept up the entire area as a massive object lifted off the ground. With much hesitation, he crept out from his hiding spot to see the woman’s mile-long footprint merely a couple hundred feet away from him. Driving to the edge of the crater, he peered below to see a three hundred foot drop. “H-holy shit…” He said under his breath as he looked back up to the goddess of a woman. Her hips swayed seductively with each step she took, taking numerous lives from such a simple action. “God… She’s beautiful.” He said, adjusting his baseball cap as the sexy sized-up seductress left behind a massive trail of destruction. 

Makima wasn’t aware that she had “spared” the old man beneath her, much less cared if he had survived or became another minuscule bloodstain on her caked soles. In a couple dozen steps, she had made it to Kyoto, which had already fallen into mass hysteria. Seeing the insane news of her appearance over the capital had riled up all of Japan and the rest of the world. Makima knew she had stirred up the geopolitical environment as the governments around the world were panicking, but she would deal with that soon enough. For now, she needed to conquer Japan first. She cleared her throat before making her declaration.

“Ahem, I am Makima, your goddess and savior of humanity. Pledge yourselves to me and I shall spare you. If you deny what is owed to me, If you dare oppose me…” Makima lifted her foot up, revealing her caked soles. 

“You will meet the same fate as Tokyo. I have visited numerous cities across Japan and made an example out of many of them. You are not so different from them.” She continued with her grandiose speech, placing her foot back down onto the earth, crushing a major train line and pulverizing 34,231 people unfortunate enough to be right below her foot.  

Makima stood there to give the little microbes some time to let it all sink in. Relishing in their fear, she felt the power of the Size Devil only getting stronger. To “help” them make up their minds, she snapped her fingers, evaporating the white shirt and black pants she was wearing. Her tits bounced out with an obnoxious “booooooing.” before finding a good resting space. Her usual B-cup breast had been modified into E-cups as her “base” breast size.

“To help you with your “decision” I will show you why you should.” Makima said flatly, kneeling in front of the city. She took great care in not annihilating the city by moving at a snail's pace downwards. The front of her lower leg indented the ground, crushing subways, homes, and office spaces as well as flattening another 43,281 lives. Resting her bosom in front of the city, the shockwave of placing her breasts down would cause those closest to them to explode into gory bits of blood and sinew from the sheer air pressure and force that emanated from the impact. Those farther away lost their hearing as their eardrums exploded and blood leaked out of their ear holes. Writhing  from the pain, they could only see a massive wall of breast flesh looming over their meager, little lives. Dotted with a pair of massive pink mounds that were her nipples, they groaned as they became more erect. Smashing through a pair of buildings, the upper-portions of the buildings fell onto her hardened nipples. Survivors would walk out to see the massive landscape that was merely her nipple. The unfortunate would fall off Makima’s peaks alongside huge chunks of what used to be a pair of office buildings.

Makima’s breasts began inflating before letting out a world-trembling sound of her breasts bouncing. Her bosom began to encroach into the city of Kyoto. Like a massive landslide, her tits ate up all the space around them, knocking down buildings, shrines, train stations, and whatever else was in the way. With buildings being toppled like toys, the mite-sized humans had no chance as they were swallowed up by the massive wall of breast flesh. Many tried to outrun the surging tide of Makima’s overwhelming bosom but the random and sudden spurts of growth would outpaced their little legs as they too were put under. Eventually wiping a quarter of Kyoto with the simple action of placing her massive mammaries down, the flood-like growth of Makima's fleshy milk jugs would stop. If Makima was at her normal height of 173 centimeters (Approximately 5'8"), her bust would be at a size K! But that was if she was her normal height, now that she was at least a couple hundred miles tall, her breasts were like great mountains.

Changing to a different position, she sat forwards. This change of posture would cause another quarter of Kyoto to be wiped out from existence. Casually snuffing out the lives of 298,340 Japanese citizens from the movements of her peachy soft hips and thick ass, she finished shuffling down into a sitting pose. Her nylon-clad thighs surrounded the remaining half of Kyoto. They were like walls that reached high into the sky as the remaining survivors were trapped in-between the confined space Makima had given them.

“Congratulations to those who have survived my… little “trial.” If you survive this, I will consider you strong enough to live.” Makima said, as she began closing her stocking-clad legs. Her thighs were like massive bulldozers, clearing away the skyscrapers and people that littered the earth.

Finishing with a satisfying "plap" from her two thighs smacking against one another, she pulled her legs back out to see what used to be Kyoto. The city of Kyoto was a massive sprawling metropolitan area that was populated by roughly 1.46 million people. Now reduced to a wasteland of razed dirt, glass, scrap metal, and gore, the population ranged in only the hundreds, survivors of the massive massacre that had ensued. 

As Makima was about to congratulate the survivors on surviving her ordeal, a ring of light surrounded her body as she began dematerializing. She stood up and stepped off of the ring of light to avoid it, crushing the remaining survivors without even noticing. The ring followed right below her and she knew it was going to do what it was meant to do. Patting the debris off of her stockings and stomach with her humongous hands and materializing her usual business attire to get ready for whatever was about to happen. Just as she had appeared suddenly, she had been whisked away in a flash. 

Vroooooooooooom vrooooom…

The old man had taken an alternate route to get to Kyoto. After taking an hour-long detour, he finally closed in on his destination. Upon getting a few miles closer, he could see the graceful goddess that had spared him dissipate in thin air. Looking down from her massive, disappearing figure, he saw a gigantic brown spot. “D-d-did she…” He said in abject horror. He did not want to finish the sentence but his eyes had already seen the evidence. Kyoto has been vaporized!? Puttering to a close, his Suzuki stopped as he put on the brakes. “Greaaat… Now what?” The old man said out loud to himself. The package was never going to the recipient because he was probably dead! Responsible enough to park at a nearby rest spot that somehow survived the whole ordeal, he sat on a bench as he lit up a cigarette. “What the hell was all that about?” He sighed to himself, wondering where that enormous woman had disappeared to.