In this Chapter: Maggie is out enjoying her day before she grows in the middle of downtown.

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Setup.  Growth.  Unaware.  Crush.  Gore. 

              “Come on, Gracie, aww… that’s a good girl” Maggie spoke in a cutesy baby voice as her dog eagerly trotted up next to her on the sidewalk.  It was a sweltering hot day in the bustling coastal metropolis, buildings and skyscrapers towering upward and all around.  People out and about on the walkways, heavy traffic flowing through the busy streets, a partly cloudy sky up above not nearly giving enough shade for the million people who called Hartsport home.  Maggie gently tugging at the glittery pink leash wrapped around her fingers, pulling against the fake sparkling diamond collar of her tiny, fluffy, panting Pomeranian. 

              Maggie had adopted the adorable Gracie when she went off to university at 18 so she didn’t have to feel alone during her time at school, now at 24 years old, Maggie was living in her own nice apartment near downtown after landing a decent paying job in the ever-booming tech industry of Hartsport. 

She felt even luckier to be working from home most of the time, only having to go to her office two days a week.  Her company’s building was conveniently only a few streets away too, Maggie almost always coming home during her lunch break to walk Gracie as it was much more fulfilling to her than getting food with any of her fellow colleagues.

Maggie considered her little pup her best friend in the entire world, Maggie having a few acquaintances she would go out with sometimes, but nobody whom she would consider very close to her.  Graice being there with her every single day for the last 6 years.  Through difficult classes, through depressing job searches, through two bad boyfriends, and on to her eventual success, but it was just her and Gracie, exactly how Maggie preferred it.

              Since the temperature only seemed to be rising each day, approaching the middle of summer in the busy city, Maggie opted for simple blue denim short shorts, a white crop top, and comfy high-top sneakers.  Her olive tanned skin soaking in the afternoon sun’s rays as she sweated a bit, the intense heat was something she would never get used to, growing up in a much colder city across the country before making the drastic switch. 

              She sat down at a table shaded by a large umbrella, the small café a few blocks away from her cozy apartment.  The café becoming her favorite local spot as the owners were kind enough to put out dog bowls full of water and some tasty treats for passerby’s and their pets.  Maggie scrolling through her phone and responding to a few messages on some dating apps while Gracie gulped down her water and a few nibbles beneath the table.

Maggie giggling as almost every message she opened on the dating app complimented her pup, uncoincidentally, as each picture she posted of herself on her profile also happened to be with Gracie with the caption in her about me, “I’ll never like you as much as I like my dog!”. 

              Maggie chuckling more as many of the men happily agreed while others were so desperate to take her out on a date that they would say anything just to get the brunette beauty’s attention.  Then came the more insulting messages, pretty typical as Maggie had thousands of likes, there was bound to be angry men taking out their jealousy and frustrations on her.  “Your dog is almost as ugly as you are…” one of the messages read as Maggie grumbled and quickly reported the sender for harassment. 

              “Oh, he’s cute…” Maggie mumbled under her breath as she swiped on a guy who had liked her, Maggie beginning to reply to his sweet message about Gracie before the waiter came out of the cafe and walked up to Maggie’s table. 

Immediately, Gracie started to yap and bark at the waiter to protect her owner, “Gracie, shh!” Maggie quickly hushed the fluffy Pomeranian as Gracie sat and quieted down, listening to her master, Maggie politely setting her phone face down on the table. 

              “Hey again, may I get anything started for you?” the younger waiter said with a humble smile, doing a great job of maintaining direct and unbroken eye contact as Maggie adjusted her crop top upward to hide her larger cleavage, sitting up and clearing her throat. 

              “Just an iced chai latte with oat milk for now, thanks” Maggie said as she politely smiled back, recognizing the waiter from the last few times she had visited the café. 

              “Sure thing!” the younger waiter said before he walked back inside.  Maggie tapping on her lap as Gracie immediately leaped upward and nuzzled herself atop Maggie’s thighs, Maggie patting and petting the well-behaved pup.  A few minutes later, the waiter came out with chilled glass filled with creamy chai and ice, setting the drink down in front of Maggie who simply smiled and kept petting Gracie.  “I also got you a little something…” the waiter said as he sat a small paper cup down on the table filled with whipped cream. 

              “Oh my god!  That’s so sweet of you, thank you!” Maggie happily chimed.  Maggie grabbing the cup and holding it in front of Gracie’s mouth as Gracie instantly started to lick the whipped cream in a frantic craze, slurping it up and wagging her cute tail as fast as she could with obvious excitement. 

              “You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything else… or if you… uh… never mind… just holler if you need anything, I’m Zach” the sweetly anxious waiter said as he shuffled off to help another table full of customers.  Maggie sighed, Zach was okay looking, but not really Maggie’s type, instead she took a sip at her cold drink as a nice breeze blew through the city, cooling off Maggie for a few blissful seconds.    

              “I can’t wait to take you the park today!” Maggie cutely said down to Gracie’s as she wagged her curled tail, Gracie obviously thrilled upon hearing the word, “park”.   Gracie jumping off Maggie’s lap and running around the table legs a few times, Maggie laughing at the excitement of her best friend as the half-filled paper cup of whipped cream fell to the ground. 

              Maggie reaching under the table to grab the cup, bending back up placing the cup down on the table, “ahh…” Maggie relaxingly sighed as she leaned back into her chair, enjoying the subtle sounds of quiet chatter, the hum of cars and busses in the distance, the cool breeze blowing off the Hartsport Bay across town.  The subtle gust wafting against her exposed skin perfectly as she shivered and giggled, but the summer heat quickly returned.

              She took another sip at her cold chai before reaching for her phone, wanting to finish her reply to the cute guy on the dating app.  Maggie starting to put herself out there since her last relationship ended two years prior during her last year in college, but before she could start typing, she heard a noise that made her heart drop with sheer panic. 

              A low and ominous growling overtook the buzzing sounds of Hartsport.  Maggie picking up her eyes to see a man in a yellow and white Hartsport baseball jersey walking by the café with his own dog.  The tiny six-pound Gracie snapping forward to confront the much bigger Husky and to protect Maggie from the perceived threat. 

Maggie gripping tight at the glittery pink leash and pulling Gracie back as her pup calmed and heeled, but the man couldn’t catch his leash in time from the sudden forceful tug.  The Husky lunged forward aggressively and tried biting at Gracie, the two dogs rolling around underneath Maggie’s table as the entire café full of people looked over in shock.  A few chairs were knocked over as Maggie desperately tried to grab Gracie and pull her away from the sudden scuffle. 

              “Dax no!  No Dax!” the bearded man tugged at the leash as hard as he could while he yelled for his dog to stop, the horrific yelping sounds from Gracie broke Maggie’s heart.  The animalistic snaps and growls from the Husky drowned out Gracie’s whines and cries soon after. 

After a traumatic few seconds of mismatched dog fighting that seemed more like 10 minutes to Maggie, the man managed to tug his Husky back and away.  Maggie jumping to the floor and rushed to pick up Gracie into her arms, cuddling the whimpering pup tightly to her chest that was fluttering with a rapid and terrified heartbeat. 

              “What the fuck is wrong with you!” Maggie yelled out as loud as she could.  Maggie at 5’4” fearlessly staring up at the much taller and well-built man who appeared to be in his later 30’s. 

              “Your dog jumped at mine, what was I supposed to do?!” the man frantically replied. 

              “I don’t know, maybe hold the leash while you walk your animal?!” Maggie yelled back.  Maggie’s face growing redder by the second, her body filling with white hot rage.  The Husky quieted down but was still trying to jump up across the sidewalk towards Gracie as the man held the leash much tighter in both of his hands.  Maggie gently patting Gracie’s head to calm her scared girl down. 

              “Dax has never done that before, not with anyone or any other dogs, I’m sorry, alright!  Is your pup okay?” the man worriedly asked. 

              “She’s fine… you’re lucky I don’t call the police…” Maggie said, irritated, gritting her teeth, she could feel her body shaking almost, never having felt so angry in her entire life with the idea of almost losing her best friend to some random dog attack. 

              “I can take you two to a veterinarian if you want, I- I’m so sorry” he said. 

              “I’m not getting anywhere near you… leave us alone” Maggie sternly said.  The man angrily gritting his teeth and walking away, tugging hard at his leash to get his dog to follow him down the sidewalk.  The man turning his head every few steps and shooting bitter glances back at Maggie who stared him down in return until he disappeared around the corner in the distance. 

              Maggie sitting back down and looking over Gracie, her pup appeared to be fine apart from a little patch of fur missing from her back, no blood, no scratches, just Gracie’s cute face and big happy eyes looking up toward Maggie.  Maggie hugging Gracie tight, “you fought off a Husky, sweet girl!  You were so brave!” Maggie spoke with her baby talk, leaning down and started kissing Gracie all over her face, Maggie’s heart still fluttering. 

              Zach slowly walked back up to the table, “is everything okay?” the waiter nervously asked. 

              “Yeah… just… I’ll take the check…” Maggie said with dejection, barely looking up at him. 

              “Oh, don’t worry about it, I… I already covered it for you” Zach said with a half-smile.

              “You didn’t have to do that…” Maggie replied. 

              “I just… uhh… thought you were really cute, so I… yeah… I did it before all that happened” the waiter anxiously explained.

              “Well, thanks, that was sweet of you” Maggie simply said, standing up and gently setting Gracie back on the ground.  Maggie walked away not acknowledging anyone else as Gracie trotted alongside her down the sidewalks toward the park a few blocks away.  Zach sighing before he went back to another table of customers.

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              Maggie gripped the pink leash especially steady in her fist, her mind spiraling out of control with thoughts of never wanting to lose her baby.  Maggie’s nose sniffled, clenching her jaw and teeth together tightly as she replayed the scenes of the attack in her head over and over.  She was so angry that she couldn’t help but cry, unable to contain her rage over almost losing one of the only few things that had been so meaningful in her life. 

              Maggie gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down for a few moments, breathing slowly into her nose and out from her pursed lips.  Opening her eyes and carefully wiping away a few tears from her cheek as a few people on the streets glanced over at her but continued walking right past her without concern.  Part of Maggie wanting someone to ask her if she was okay, but part of her would be okay with never seeing another human for the rest of her life. 

              Feeling somewhat calmer, she turned the corner and approached the entrance of the dog park, seeing happy dogs living their best lives carefree, running around, and playing with each other.  Maggie smiled as she walked over the grass, her stress starting to melt away, fantasizing about owning a big house one day with dogs running all around a massive field with a happy Gracie leading the pack.

              Maggie and Gracie relaxed in the grass for a moment in the shade of a looming tree.  Maggie allowing Gracie’s a bit of longer slack, letting her roam around the immediate grassy area in front of her, troves of dogs running up and sniffing one another along with the Pomeranian before resuming running around.  Maggie giggling some as she took a deep and relaxing breath before laying her head back against the softly rustling tree, closing her eyes with relief and satisfaction, a little slice of heaven as she focused on the pleasant breeze and the sounds of dog barks and wispy leaves.

 She slowly opened her eyes after a few relaxing minutes, scanning across the park to further observe more cute and happy furry friends running all around and playing with their owners, but walking out from behind a large oak tree across the way was the man and his Husky that had attacked Gracie earlier.  Maggie’s heart dropped again as the rage came rushing back to her in an instant, pumping through her body with venomous ferocity. 

              An icy cold shiver rushed down Maggie’s spine as her bright brown eyes widened.  Gripping the leash as hard as she could, digging her press-on white nails into the skin of her palm, but the pain wasn’t enough to let go of the precious leash.  “Ahh!” Maggie yelped as another frigid shiver shot up her spine.  Feeling as if she had been submerged into an ice bath, her body started to freeze despite the summer heat from the sun high above. 

              Dogs and people continued to run around the park with glee, including the man with the Husky, nobody noticing Maggie’s body twitching underneath the shady tree.  Maggie wincing her eyes shut as the overbearing pain started to radiate within her body, Maggie couldn’t help but let go of the leash as Gracie ran off toward the main garden in the distance. 

“No, Graice… Ahhh!  Wait!” Maggie yelled out, but the pain only worsened as her shoulders and arms seized and trembled.  Maggie desperate to try and stop Gracie from being attack by the Husky again, but she was frozen stiff from the growing torturous ache erupting into every nerve across her being. 

              “Hey, are you okay?” a worried woman walking by with two golden retrievers asked Maggie. 

              “I-I… ahh… can you call an ambulance?” Maggie painfully spoke as she clutched at her chest and tried to open her eyes.  “Gracie!” she yelled out again, trying to get her dog to come back, but the little Pomeranian ran off to the grassy fields in a blitz of zooming energy, dragging the pink leash behind her. 

              Maggie started to hear a cracking sound and winced her eyes tightly yet again, but the searing, skin-ripping pain and soreness in her body felt like a hot knife stabbing into all of her nerves at the same time.  Another loud cracking noise and a sharp sting in her legs and body made her gasp. 

She fought through burning pain in her face and managed to slightly open her eyes before looking down, seeing the faces of people and dogs somehow below her, the mouths of the people wide open as Maggie was suddenly much taller, hearing some whimpering barks becoming quieter and softer. 

Maggie confused by the scenery as the helpful woman next to her was shrinking even smaller, along with the cars and people around and behind her.  “Ahh…” Maggie groaned aloud again in total anguish, dropping down to a knee in pain and hearing a loud crash followed by a few scared fleeing dog barks. 

              Maggie’s view of the landscape beneath her started to get smaller and smaller as she heard frantic, visceral screams sound out all around, spotting tiny people running away as her body seemingly kept growing outward.  Her stylish white sneakers crawling across the sidewalk as the dirty rubber heels of her footwear pushed into the busy street behind her and crumpled a parked car, the broken glass from its windows spraying outward into the street. 

“What’s… happening?” Maggie achingly said as she started to cry from the anguish of her body expanding, another wave of ice-cold chills shot all throughout her body as she thought she was dying.  The concerned woman’s Golden Retrievers broke loose from their owner’s leash and ran away down the street as Maggie struggled to pick herself up, rising up from her knee buried in the ground.  Maggie now towering over the park as she labored to open her eyes and see that the landscape below was even tinier than before. 

Maggie losing her balance as her body felt heavier and slower, sluggishly reaching her hand outward to grip onto something to keep from stumbling, but there was nothing within reach.  Instinctively reacting and stepping to her side to keep herself from falling as she slammed her white sneaker onto the concerned woman trying to run away, Maggie both hearing and feeling the squishy crunch of the body splattering underneath the sole of her shoe but couldn’t comprehend that the feeling came from stepping on a living person.

The screams of people instantly grew louder as the crowds around started to run away from the towering young woman.  Cars rendered immobile as the traffic of the heavily populated city was already too compacted to begin with and just a few panicked car crashes halted the streets in the immediate vicinity.  The growing Maggie still expanding upward, looming over almost everything with ease, her shadow casting a long gradation across the streets and onto the buildings in the distance. 

Her sneakers pushing outward almost faster than people could run through the dense traffic of gridlocked cars.  A few people shoved down to the ground by the rolling dirtied white rubber as it expanded.  The frightened people screaming loud from the sudden cold and heavy weight rolling over them.  The thick material of her shoe pushing downward on them as their bones started to snap, the people frantically hollering as their bodies were slowly steamrolled, spurting blood from underneath her shoes or the side of her foot as her body continued to grow over them.  

Maggie groaned with pain again from the ice-cold feeling stabbing at her spine as she looked down trying to spot Gracie.  The people starting to look like bugs as they grabbed their dogs and ran from the park, Graice was nowhere to be found though, trying her best to pick out the glittery pink leash attached to a blip of speedy brown fur. 

Instead, she noticed the yellow and white jersey that the owner of the Husky was wearing.  The little bug-sized man was trying to run down the street between cars and away from Maggie’s expanding white rubber by the toes of her sneakers.  The man chasing after his Husky who was farther down the street and away from the danger, but the man couldn’t run fast enough as Maggie took a little step to her right to maintain her balance and keep from falling. 

Maggie planted her sneaker into the pavement and the man was ruthlessly squished under Maggie’s rubber sole.  The man’s body, along with dozens of cars and people were crushed flat into the street as Maggie breathed heavily, barely able to handle the pain, the freezing cold, and the wet, metallic crunch under her foot all happening simultaneously.

“Gracie!” Maggie breathily groaned as she bent over, placing her hands between her thighs and bending forward from another immense wave of the intense cracking of her bones.  Her feet now spread far enough apart to keep herself upright and balanced. 

Maggie blinking a few times before she opened her eyes fully, the freezing feeling suddenly stopping as the heat of summer returned to her tanned skin.  Her body suddenly feeling energized and awake as if she had gotten the best rest of her life, finally free of the pain of what felt like her bones being melted by ice-cold magma.  Although her movements still felt slow and sluggish, she curled her lips as she looked around for her baby, ignoring the sudden burst of powerful energy coursing through her body that felt rather satisfying.   

The screams she could hear earlier were more feint, she could see inch tall people scattering in all directions beneath her.  Maggie took a small step forward into the empty green park with her right sneaker, knocking over a few trees before she settled her other foot carefully next to her right.  Turning her head and seeing two bloody footprints embedded in the street and sidewalk.  The footprints themselves were horrific, smushed bodies smeared into the pavement and rock, unrecognizable as people, rather just as puddles of gore and red blobs. 

              Looking around, she was standing easily at a few hundred feet tall, she could see over buildings in every direction apart from the larger skyscrapers in the distance.  The sunlight reflecting off the glass windows of many buildings of the massive city.  Tiny cars and busses lining the streets up and down, hundreds of thousands of people all walking around that hadn’t yet caught wind of the towering woman, the tiny citizens still going about their day as normal.

              Maggie tilted the sole of her shoe and looked downward, seeing a smear of blood and flattened flesh stuck to the bottom of her left shoe that vaguely resembled the human figure of the concerned woman, Maggie’s eyes widening as she remained silent for a moment, wondering if it was all really happening.  She lifted her right shoe upward to inspect it, seeing a few more splatters of bodies and a crumpled car stuck inbetween the rubber treads. 

Maggie breathing a sigh of relief as her mind went back to what was most important to her.  “Gracie, where are you girl?” Maggie softly called out, looking around the empty park from her position hundreds of feet over the greenery and trees. 

              She bent down and started ripping thick oak trees out of the ground like simple twigs, clearing the view of the park so she could search for her pup.  The streets all around her started to empty and clear with troves of abandoned cars left behind.  The environment starting to quiet down some.  “Gracie, baby, where are you?  Come to mommy…” Maggie whispered softly.  Maggie growing more and more anxious the longer she couldn’t find her. 

              Maggie pursed her lips together and started to whistle a few times in short succession, but the pitch was too loud as she shattered the windows of the office building in front of her, hearing a few screams, she looked upward and saw hundreds of occupants in the building all staring at her from across the street next to the park. 

She gritted her teeth in annoyance and returned to her frantic search for Gracie.  Her eyes darting right to left and she ripped more trees from the ground and threw them randomly behind her, sending them crashing into unpredictable sections of the city thousands of feet away.

              Her face grew to worry and panic, her brows lowering as her eyes tightened up to tears, her lips parting as she twitched with nerves and worry, “Gracie, please come to mommy…” she desperately pleaded as a few tears dripped down her cheek.  Maggie’s heart soaked with relief as she saw a spot of tiny brown fur dart out from behind a tree she had ripped out, but the body was too long for it to be Gracie. 

              Maggie stood up, her lips quivering as she looked around, twisting her body, being careful of where to step, not wanting to step on her loyal pup by accident.  There was no sign of her best friend anywhere.  Maggie thinking where she could have gone, starting to look around the streets instead for answers and hope. 

“Oh, duh!” Maggie yelled out.  She reached for her back jean pocket.  Maggie had gotten a tracking chip inserted under Gracie’s skin, a smile of relief across Maggie’s face knowing she could just pull out her phone and see a little live geolocation of where Gracie was, problem solved.  Maggie’s smile disappearing as she felt her back pocket, her phone was nowhere to be found, “god dammit…” Maggie mumbled in anger.

Remembering why she got the tracking chip in the first place.  A year prior, Gracie had accidentally run away from her apartment building.  Maggie cried all night, desperately calling animal control and searching the streets by herself.  Maggie tiredly stumbling back home in the early hours of the morning to find that Gracie had made her way back to the front door of their apartment, patiently waiting all night for her owner to return. 

              Maggie shook away her disappointment, “I know that’s where she would go…” she whispered.  Maggie took a deep breath and gathered her surroundings, squinting her eyes and spotting her apartment building in the distance before uncaringly taking a step into the streets and crushing droves of unoccupied cars underfoot. 

Keeping her eyes firmly on the ground to potentially pick out a tiny Gracie running around.  Maggie knowing her apartment was a few blocks over the busy downtown streets, but she didn’t care who was in the way, she wasn’t going to lose the most important thing in her life, thinking she could figure out the rest of her problems later once she had her pup with her again. 

              The immediate streets were mostly empty apart from abandoned cars and a few confused people who didn’t yet know what was approaching.  The feeling of deep earth-shaking quakes rattling the city all over as more and more people who weren’t aware of Maggie’s presence came to a standstill with a slight worry that an eerie and continuous earthquake was striking downtown Hartsport. 

              Maggie passed up the half-shattered glass office building, people still scrambling down the stairs inside, seeing the men and women inside panicking and backing up into the hallways, from her face down to her shoes.  Maggie didn’t care, taking another step into the street no matter how many fancy or cheap cars had to be crushed, feeling their metallic figures crunch like brittle shells underneath her soles.  Webs of cracks in the pavement spreading outward from her footsteps, leaving behind footprints the shape of her sneakers embedded into the ground with a recognizable crisscross pattern and pancaked vehicles in the imprints.

              Maggie turned the corner of the busy downtown streets, seeing thousands of fleeing people running away at her height from at least 400’.  Maggie witnessing hundreds of people all looking up at her with disbelief, their mouths agape and their eyes filled with shock and awe of the walking impossible.  Despite the crowds of horrified citizens, Maggie continued on, not caring who ended up beneath her, keeping her eyes glued to where she stepped, on the lookout for the poof of tiny brown fur as nothing else was of her concern. 

              She took another step, watching from above as a group of occupied cars disappeared underneath her toes, feeling the distinct crunch as she pressed her sneaker into the street, unaware of how big she actually was, her right hip collided with an office building that was a bit taller than her. 

Her hips’ impact propelled rubble and debris outward onto the street below as she reached out and caught herself from falling, digging her white nails into the floors of the building, and staying upright.  The sounds of screams erupting all around her as she could feel real human bodies creepily wiggling and struggling against her hand and fingers dug inside the building. 

              Pulling her hand out of the building as she regained her balance.  Maggie’s face still filled with worry as she shambled down the street, knowing she didn’t have long to go, but the bug sized people couldn’t get away from her fast enough, leaving a wake of deep footprints behind her with filled horrifically with squished people. 

Some footprints had people who just barely dove to the side, only to be squished in half, their upper or lower bodies pressed into the ground while their other half remained mostly intact, severed by the edges of Maggie’s dirty sneakers. 

              Maggie’s ankles and shins ripped electrical wires and tore out streetlights.  Each shoe was almost the width of the entire street as everything she stepped on was pulverized, people and cars only spared by her long strides, watching the giantess walk over them from beneath her massive body.  Her mostly bare tanned legs leading up to her fashionably ripped blue denim short shorts, her flesh towering over screaming and dumbfounded people trying to hide or look for cover behind a car or within a storefront. 

              “Oh god no!” Maggie could hear a tiny squeaky feminine voice shout beneath her before taking another crunching step, but she continued on down the street despite the panic and chaos engulfing everything around her looming figure.

              “Just a few more steps…” Maggie whispered, seeing city bus disappear under the heel of her left foot, the heaviest crunch she had felt so far.  Up ahead, a police car in a packed intersection had their flashing lights on, two police officers waving and guiding people to the side streets to get them to safety, but most people were in a frenzied free for all and took off in every direction away from the approaching Maggie decimating the people filled streets with sickening wet crunches.

              One of the officers pulled his gun as the young giantess approached, seeing her long legs towering over him as suddenly a shadow was cast high above.  His last image was the gruesome and gory scenery of her right shoe’s sole.  Dozens of bloody corpses and crumpled cars stuck between the crisscross pattern as he yelped out in fear.  The other officer trying to run away but wasn’t quick enough himself. 

              Maggie pressed down without care, thankfully not spotting any tiny brown fur running around still as dozens of screams were silenced instead with another stomp.  Maggie’s heart racing as she hoped and prayed that Gracie would be at the front entrance of their home, “please… please…” Maggie whispered as the intersection by her apartment building narrowed some. 

              Maggie pivoting to her right and squeezing herself into the street between the buildings.  Her larger breasts blowing through the roof of a mall and sending everyone inside scattering away from the falling debris.  Her firmer and slightly curvy rear plowed through a bank office, a few people falling out of the caved-in windows and splattering on the ground far below.  Maggie shimmying her shoulders and legs, her sneakers carving up the bottom floors of each building in front and behind her as debris lined the streets, numerous people buried in the upturned rubble. 

              The street widened a bit closer to her apartment’s parking garage as Maggie pivoted backed to normal, “Gracie, baby, mommy is comin’…” Maggie said aloud as her apartment was just around the corner.  Maggie took one final step into a busy interaction, feeling the deep crunch of countless unsuspecting occupied cars stuck in gridlock traffic. 

              Maggie turned around the corner and looked down, her eyes met the front entrance of the building.  Maggie gasped, a deep relieving breath parting her lips as her brown eyes widened with joy.  She spotted the familiar yet tiny pink leash, following the tiny leash to a little dot of brown fur sitting down righting outside the front entrance of the high-rise apartment building.  “Gracie, oh girl, oh thank god…” Maggie whispered with immense love and reprieve as she squatted down over the street, hearing an eruption of screams from underneath her lowering rear. 

              Maggie could see Gracie raise up from the ground, hearing the little squeaks from her favorite familiar barking best friend.  Even from Maggie’s new height, she could see Gracie’s little curled tail wagging with excitement.  “Don’t worry, Gracie baby, mommy will get you out of there” Maggie said she started to reach down, but hundreds of people began running away from her lowering hand, flooding the sidewalk and the entranceway near Gracie, causing her baby to panic. 

              “Hey, get the fuck out of the way!” Maggie yelled out in annoyance.  Furrowing her brow in frustration and biting her bottom lip as a crowd of people were stampeding away from the entranceway, nearly trampling her little pup to death.  More and more people running out of the building, many of Maggie’s own neighbors that she had never bothered to talk to in her two years of living there. 

              She continued to reach down, gripping her open fist onto groups of fleeing people and throwing them away across the city like crumbs, sending their bodies splattering against buildings or onto the streets in the far distance.  Maggie swiping her hand to the side, watching as a dozen people exploded into a pink mist against her fingers and palm, their bodies almost disintegrating from the intense power of Maggie slapping them away.  Gracie still running around, barking up toward Maggie as if begging for help from the mobs of panicked people. 

              Maggie’s wiping her bloody hand into the white fabric of her crop top, staining her shirt with crimson.  The streets clearing up as Gracie continued to wag her tail.  Maggie smiling as she reached her palm down, placing the back of her hand on the ground as if to allow Gracie to jump up into her palm and up to safety. 

Breathing slowly and calmly as to not scare Graice.  “Come on girl, up!” Maggie said with a cheerfulness, finally saving her baby.  Maggie already thinking of what to do next, how she was going to process becoming a giant, how was she going to live like this or if there was a way to get back to normal, but as long as she had Gracie, she felt at ease. 

              Gracie approaching closer to the tanned flesh of Maggie’s upright hand, Gracie’s sniffing around Maggie’s expansive skin.  “Come on baby, jump on mommy’s hand” Maggie said with a smile as Maggie realized the side of her hand might be a bit too tall for her pup to jump up on.  “Hmm…” Maggie hummed as she tried to think of something else, ignoring the sounds of a frightened city all around her, sirens blaring in the distance all over. 

              Maggie retracted her hand slightly, instead placing her upturned press on white nail to the ground, giving Gracie the chance to jump up into her nail.  “There you go, baby, come on!” Maggie said with gigantic baby talk as suddenly the sirens grew to a point where Maggie couldn’t ignore them. 

              A large, armored police van and a few police cars drove up on the sidewalk next to Maggie’s left sneaker.  Graice backed away from Maggie’s nail out of fear as dozens of officers dressed in black Kevlar and helmets jumped out all with high powered rifles aimed at Maggie.  “Stand down at once!” a tiny male officer yelled up through a speaker toward Maggie, but she simply ignored his pathetically squeaky command as cries around the city continued to ring out.

              “Come on Gracie, up for mommy!” she said back down toward the ground with a wide smile.  Maggie suddenly heard a loud pop, watching Gracie running away from the sudden scary bang.  Maggie feeling a tiny sting into the side of her exposed stomach beneath her white crop top.  Looking to her left, she had witnessed an officer with a smoking rifle.  The officer shot a few more times, Maggie feeling little pricks of sensations on her cheeks and shoulders but ignored them. 

              Turning her gaze back to the ground, Gracie was hiding behind a tiny pillar under the entrance of the building after the frightening bangs.  “Stand down now!” the tiny man screamed once more as she heard a few more loud pops.    

              “You’re scaring my baby!” Maggie yelled back at the tiny officers, seeing a few of them dropping their rifles and covering their ears.  Maggie raising a fist and fiercely slamming it down onto the van and the pavement around it, obliterating a dozen officers under her knuckles and turning the armored van into sheet metal embedded into the street. 

The rest of the officers smartly running away as Maggie hmphed with annoyance.  “It’s okay girl, just had to get rid of them, come on…” Maggie said turning back to look at Gracie, but something was off, Maggie beckoning her upturned nail back towards the ground, but she first noticed that the entrance of the apartment was blocked off and some people were trapped within, a few other people running under her legs and behind her.  People encased in the entrance as Maggie gasped, noticing that the pillar had collapsed into the doorway. 

              The quake from slamming her fist down into the armored van rippled outward causing the entrance of her apartment to fall inward.  Maggie trembling as she saw a pile of rubble, next to the rubble was the tattered pink leash.  Maggie’s eyes instantly wetting with tears, her cheeks flushing pink with rage.  There was an eerie silence just beneath her as the trapped people all stared up at her without making a peep. 

              Maggie’s hand extending to the rubble, her hands shaking as her body felt weak, her stomach turning inside out, feeling like she was going to throw up, “no… no… Gracie please… no…” she said between lip quivering whines as she choked on her saliva. 

She reached toward the rubble, but she pulled her hand away, she didn’t want to see her baby dead… “No… no… she got away…she got away…” she mumbled, denying the thoughts, but it became more real by the second, she had lost her baby.  Instead, she turned to the people trapped in the building with an unbridled rage, her eyes reddened as angry tears streamed down her pouting face. 

              “You fucking assholes…” Maggie snarled as she stood up to her full height.  Maggie clenched her fists at her sides and winced her eyes shut for a moment, gritting her teeth in pure hatred of people, her tanned skin turned a shade redder as she looked at all the scurrying people around her, tracing her eyes toward the officers running away in the distance, their all-black armor easily discernable from the rest of the crowd. 

              Maggie’s vision blurred, the whites around her brown corneas reddened from the rising blood pressure in her capillaries, her mind went blank, almost dissociating from reality, unable to process losing her Gracie.  It was true what some people said, sometimes a person could be so angry that they see red… instead Maggie saw a swirl of stars in her vision before she felt as if there was only one thing she wanted to do, hurt as many people as possible…

In this Chapter: Maggie takes out her rage on the city. 

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Crush.  Vore.  Cruel.  Gore. 

              Maggie clenched her fists tighter, her body shaking, her head swirling with disbelief and anger.  The glittery pink leash tattered and ripped up, only half of it buried underneath the dusty rubble.  Maggie flexing her jaw shut, her eyes widening as she looked back down toward the broken entranceway of her apartment between her tanned legs. 

The faces of tiny, terrified people all looking back up at her looming figure, basked in her shadow.  A few of them were saying something, Maggie could see their mouths obviously moving, but Maggie’s blood was boiling, her face felt hot from the intense rush of blood pumping through her veins, her legs jittering, unable to hear what they had to say from her new height that towered over them. 

She raised her foot high in the air, encompassing the trapped people in a darker shadow before slamming her sneaker down with a vicious stomp into the entrance of the apartment, crushing her former neighbors, glass shattering all around her and raining into the streets as the windows of the buildings on the street exploded outward. 

More of her apartment building caved in as a dozen screams were silenced under her vicious stomp.  Maggie dragged her foot back, ripping apart the street and plowing through a few cars with her heel, a few streaks of dark red smearing along with the motion of her foot, their bodies left as unrecognizable crimson paint. 

              If only Maggie had bent down in that moment before she killed with purpose, if only she had taken a few seconds to listen to what her newest victims had to say… her frightened neighbors trapped in the entrance of the apartment could have told her what she wanted to hear before the sole of her sneaker mangled their bodies…

              Maggie was blinded with rage, knowing that the thing that was most precious to her in her entire life had just been taken away from her for forever.  If only the police officers hadn’t shown up, distracting Maggie, if they hadn’t shot at her… Gracie would have been in her hands.  Maggie’s eyes darting around, looking toward where the officers ran off after she had crushed a few of them along with their van a few moments prior. 

              She began to march down the street with destructive intent, carelessly stepping on cars with ease under her stride.  A few stragglers of frightened people trying to get away from her vicious stomps disappearing and smushing underneath her sneakers as she plowed through the jammed intersections.  Her hips and shoulder bursting through a few buildings sending concrete and brick outward with force crashing below. 

              The officers were easy to spot amongst the crowds of running citizens, their all-black uniforms and helmets made them easy targets.  Just a few collateral steps from Maggie’s new form and she already made good distance to catch up to them. 

              Maggie took her time to step to them, wanting them to feel as helpless as her little pup.  She slammed her fists into the buildings next to her as she stomped and marched slowly and menacingly toward the tiny culprits.  Maggie uncaring of who ended up under her earth-shattering stomps, dozens of people at a time unable to get out of the shadow of her looming figure in time as her bloody white sneakers stomped down from above at random with an audible crunch and snap, blood gushing outward from the sides of her sneakers. 

              Her knuckles and hands plowing into buildings, decimating floors, and caving in a few offices, but the foundations still stood.  A few people falling out of the wrecked floors and splattering on the streets below as the floors were punched out from right underneath them. 

One unlucky office intern felt the full force of Maggie’s fist exploding through the floor he was standing on, suddenly seeing a blur of tanned flesh connected to a massive, curved body flying towards him through the window, his mind unable to even process the pain of his body splattering into a heap of broken bones and pink mist as he met her giant knuckles. 

              Another man falling and bouncing off the top of Maggie’s sizable right breast, the softer impact of her forgiving flesh spared him for a moment before he tumbled off and fell to the street between Maggie’s legs, the man impacting atop a car and dying instantly atop the crumpled metal roof.    

              She continued her brutal tirade forward as tens of thousands of people were attempting to flee in all directions, the mass hysteria of screams only echoing outward across Hartsport.  Maggie stomping right outside of the café she was at earlier in the day with Gracie.  An officer had managed to make it that far at full speed sprinting in armor and gear, but not quick enough for Maggie’s left hand as it descended from the sky and plucked up the tiny black bug with little effort. 

Maggie’s body was trembling with rage as she held the officer between her fingers, inspecting the officer up and down, the officer flailing and kicking as hard as they could at their insignificant size, their helmet falling off all the way to the street a few hundred feet below.  Maggie widened her reddened eyes to recognize the inch tall officer as a scared and frightened dark-haired woman. 

              Hundreds of people below Maggie’s legs all still running around her in a craze to get away as Maggie inspected the bug up and down, curling her white nails over the little officer.  The tiny woman was screaming, throwing her hands, and kicking at Maggie’s fingers, only barely feeling the little sensations of the writhing. 

Maggie pinching the tiny woman at her tiny abdomen and back to keep her in place and from falling.  The officer just screaming and panicking, the inch tall woman’s face was enamored with fear and Maggie could see her terrified expression clear as day, her blue eyes, her shorter black hair flailing all around with her panicked, waving arms.    

              Maggie took a deep breath, focusing all of her anger toward the tiny officer, she was the reason Gracie was dead, her and the others scattering around like bugs at Maggie’s feet.  Maggie gritted her teeth and started to cry, tepid tears rolling down her warmer face, unable to compose herself. 

              “You fucking bitch” Maggie stammered between tears, snot bubbling from her nose as she tilted the tiny woman in her fingers, laying her flat before using her free hand to pinch the tiny officer’s legs.  The officer’s blood curdling screams did nothing to prevent Maggie from pinching her right hand over the tiny woman’s legs tighter and tighter until Maggie could feel the tiny legs flatten and burst between the pads of her fingers. 

              The officer struggling and screaming as loud as she could, a mere squeaking to Maggie.  Maggie pressed harder, the legs of the officer popping and smushing like paste before Maggie ripped hard to her right, pulling the legs off of the officer with ease.  The officer started to dangle down once more as Maggie’s fingers no longer had anything to grip onto, blood dripping down from the tiny woman’s severed torso as she stopped screaming, her eyes still open and her mouth still moving. 

              Maggie could feel the tiny body between her fingers twitching wildly, the tiny officer sent into a state of shock after being ripped in half before Maggie closed her fingers tight, seeing the tiny body explode into ripped flesh and a goop of blood.  Maggie letting go, letting the red blob drop down to the ground between her feet in front of the café. 

              Maggie still sniffling and almost choking on her mucus pooling in the back of her throat.  She wiped at her eyes and nose with her forearms for a few seconds to get rid of the buildup of tears and dribble. 

Ripping and crushing the tiny woman didn’t make her feel any better, but there were still two other officers that needed to be hunted down.  Maggie looked down with her wet and red eyes to resume her prowl and conquest of revenge for her baby.  Maggie spotting something else thought that caught her attention, looking down at her favorite café and noticing the familiar waiter from earlier, his shaggy brunette hair instantly recognizable. 

              Even though he was only an inch tall, Maggie could see on his face that he was completely frozen with fear.  His flight or fight response sent him all the way to freeze instead.  He was just a few relative inches from the toes of Maggie’s right sneaker, his white collared shirt was covered in a spackling of blood from the ripped apart officer splattering on the ground right in front of him. 

              Maggie’s bloody hands were shaking and trembling still, for a moment she almost became aware of what she was truly doing.  “You gave Gracie an extra treat…” Maggie’s saddened booming voice shot down below and overpowered the distant panicked screams of thousands of people all scattering away into the side streets.  Maggie could see the little Zach shaking and just staring up towards her brown eyes. 

              Maggie breathing heavily, experiencing a moment of clarity, realizing just how many people she had stepped on and killed, she looked around, seeing her bloody footprints in the pavement.  Flattened cars and buses, injured people all crawling around, some missing limbs, buildings with entire holes punched through them as office buildings were smoking and sparking with electrical flames, their frames slowly collapsing into the streets as sirens and screams rang out all around. 

              She looked back down toward the tiny waiter, his pants a little darker, he had obviously pissed himself.  “Did you see where the others went, Zach?” Maggie asked as she stared the tiny young man down with intensity.  The tiny shaking waiter simply and quickly pointed at a towering glass skyscraper down the street.  “Thank you…” Maggie sadly boomed once more before she turned and headed in the same direction, leaving the tiny young man still frozen in place and sparing him of becoming a red stain underneath the sole of her shoe like so many others. 

Thoughts of Gracie being dead took over her mind once more, her actions didn’t cancel it out or bring her back, but Maggie knew what she wanted to do, finish off the other two officers and satisfy her animalistic craving to punish those whom she deemed responsible for shattering her heart. 

The minutes passed though, the officers could have hidden anywhere in a building or gotten in a car, they wouldn’t be as easy to spot as the woman she had ripped apart and crushed.  Hopefully the tiny waiter who was benevolent to Maggie’s baby was correct as she strode toward the towering glass skyscraper. 

Maggie was uncaring with her steps, most of the streets clearing of people anyway, leaving a wake of empty cars all jammed together.  A few hundred or so people still struggling to get away as Maggie was approaching.  Maggie stomped on whatever vehicle got in her way, unaware if they had occupants or not, it didn’t matter. 

Maggie cruelly kicking out at people too, winding up her leg behind her and flinging her shoe at crowds of people and cars to clear some of the path forward, explosions of pink mist of people splattering on the edges of her sneakers puffing outward. 

She approached the skyscraper; it was a few hundred feet taller than Maggie still as she looked up toward the top.  She had walked by it almost every week on her way to her own office building for work, it almost gave her the same feeling as she looked up at the top at her neigh height, it still made her feel so small as she took a deep breath, wincing her eyes shut as a flashing thought of a happy Gracie running around a grassy field enraged her. 

She looked down, seeing her own reflection in the glass of the skyscraper, she noticed how bloody her white crop top was, her blue denim shorts with a few splotches of dark red smeared across the fabric.  Her long brunette hair was waving all over the place, her makeup smeared down her cheeks from the heat and the crying.  She noticed how red the whites of her eyes were before her vision depth changed, looking past her gigantic reflection on the glass to see hundreds of silhouettes of tiny people at her chest and face level with her all running around inside the building. 

Maggie could spot the individual clothing of the inch tall people, she began pivoting and looking around the building, she squatted down to one knee to inspect the lower levels.  Her bare knee plowing into a mass of cars on the streets, hearing a few screams disappear as well, feeling a few brittle crunches along with the metallic crumpling of the vehicles. 

She whipped her head around each floor beneath her, scanning her eyes left to right to peer into every visible corner possible, watching as the hundreds of occupants all ran around in a total craze.  “Ugh!” Maggie groaned aloud in frustration, a few windows of glass shattering in front of her mouth just from the power of her voice alone.  “Where are you!” she yelled out, more panels of glasses turning to dust and raining onto fleeing people below, cutting their skin like a torrential snowfall of razors. 

Maggie swiped her entire arm at the building, cleaving multiple floors into powder and splattering hundreds of people, sending debris and bodies outward to the streets as a plume of grey smoke and dust followed the trace of her swing.  Maggie swung her left arm at the building shortly after, decimating more floors, effectively clawing the building in half.  Dozens of people falling out of the building and tumbling to the ground over 400’ below, some of them smacking onto Maggie’s high tops. 

Sparks flying outward, the lights in the building all going out as the fire system erupted, water flying out from the pipes and raining down from the sprinklers as the collapsing building started to look more like an ant farm in front of Maggie’s eyes.  Thousands of tiny people scurrying out into the darkened hallways and down the stairs in a big marching line of chaos.  Maggie looking over the fleeing people to see if she could spot any of the officers in all black clothing. 

“Ah!” Maggie shouted in an almost vicious excitement.  Shooting her hand into the building, splattering bystanders on the sides of her fingers as she pinched up an all-black figure trying to scurry across a hallway.  She pulled the figure out of the dim and flooding building and into the bright sunlight just in front of her face and above her chest. 

Immediately Maggie became overwhelmed with disappointment.  The figure was just a younger looking businessman dressed in an all-black suit.  Maggie simply dropped him as he screamed all the way down as Maggie didn’t even look, going straight back to her hunt. 

She reached in for another black figure, this time, a middle-aged businesswoman, holding her in front of her face in the sunlight outside of the building.  “God dammit!” Maggie shouted loudly, the tiny woman right underneath Maggie’s larger pink lips. 

The tiny woman’s ears burst, her body rattling, her eyes and bones vibrating, and her internal organs rupturing just from the sound of Maggie’s blaring shout alone.  The businesswoman dying in Maggie’s palm a few seconds later from heart failure as Maggie tilted her hand to the side and let the lifeless body fall downward to splatter between her feet. 

“Ahhh!” Maggie yelled out once again in total frustration, standing up to her full height and rearing her arms back before throwing them forward.  Maggie pushing with all her might, her hands blowing through the building and into any people on those floors that met her hands and white nails, pulverizing them and scraping them to paste. 

She pushed the skyscraper, the foundation groaned and wobbled as Maggie heard a few audible snaps and creaks of the supports failing.  The upper half that was towering over Maggie began to buckle and fall away from her in almost slow motion.  The lower half of the building remaining firmly in the ground as the upper half broke away and started to tumble backwards into the panicked and densely packed downtown Hartsport. 

Hundreds of feet of the skyscraper started to plow into the streets, killing thousands of people, including everyone who wasn’t fast enough to get down the dozens of stories in the higher up offices.  Plumes of grey smoke and soot shot outward and upward, blowing past Maggie’s as she covered her face and eyes with her hand until the shockwave of billowing ash calmed slightly. 

Maggie coughed a few times from the heavy ash infiltrating her lungs, rubbing her eyes some to get rid of the irritation before looking up to see that she now towered over what remained of what was once one of the tallest skyscrapers in Hartsport.  Maggie’s brown eyes widened, and her brow raised in shock as she realized she had just pushed over almost an entire thousand-foot-tall building full of people. 

She basked in her own power for a few seconds as the screams and sirens started to sound out over the harmony of destruction and collapse of the building still crumbling in front of her, seeing tens of thousands of people scurrying away from the devastation and the smoke clouds. 

Suddenly Maggie could hear some loud pops, looking around the ashy streets until she spotted two black figures rushing out of the building with their rifles shooting up at Maggie.  Maggie’s eyes lowered, biting her lip in concentration, realizing it was the two bugs she wanted nothing more than to exterminate. 

Two little inch tall men dressed in military armor were so enraged at the young giantess for knocking over the building that they were sick of running away from her, charging at the giantess with their rifles, dumping all their bullets into the skin of the imposing monster hoping to kill her. 

Maggie could feel the tiny stings hitting all over her skin, one in particular that caught her inner thigh almost felt like a tiny static shock as if from touching a piece of metal.  It didn’t hurt her but was just irritating and annoying enough to cause some discomfort for Maggie.  Maggie squatted down over the two men; they were in the middle of reloading as hundreds of people still poured out of the lower half of the smoking building as ash continued to fall all around like a grey snow. 

She reached her fist for them, feeling a few shocking tickles against her hand as the loud pops resumed, but she grabbed them both into her tight fist, she could feel them squirming inside of her hand as she stood back up to her full height.  She gripped her hand a little tighter, feeling the men stop squirming, but not feeling anything crunch as she could hear tiny, muffled screaming between her closed fingers. 

She upturned her hand and opened her fingers, seeing the men laying down in the palm of her hand, holding them up to her eyes for a closer look.  They were coughing and groaning in pain, their bodies compressed by Maggie’s fist surely dislocated some shoulders or leg joints as they struggled to stand.  “You took my girl away from me…” Maggie softly spoke as the men looked around hurting and confused, one of them nearly falling off the side of Maggie’s palm as her body still shook with rage. 

Maggie’s blood boiling as her tanned face became flush red again, putting all the blame onto those who were dressed in that black armor.  In a blind rage, Maggie tilted her head back and parted her plump lips, lowering the heel of her palm to her bottom lip and shaking her hand, dumping the two men into her mouth.  Maggie almost couldn’t believe it, feeling two inch-tall men crawling around on her tongue before she closed her lips, but she didn’t give them more than a few seconds before she flicked her tongue to the side. 

The two bodies piling atop one another on her molars before she chomped hard, feeling their bodies splattering and gushing.  She chewed quick and fast, wincing her eyes shut, trying not to pay attention to the awful, bloody taste, chomping faster and faster until they were nothing but swallowable mush, but couldn’t seem to gulp what remained down her throat “Uh…” Maggie groaned, her mouth tasting like blood and metal as she tongued around the mash. 

Maggie pursed her lips together, swishing her mouth around and gathering up the fowl tasting saliva and mush in her mouth before she turned spit it out toward the street in the distance.  The glob of bloody spit hurdling to the ground and exploding into a group of fleeing people, smashing them under the thick liquid.  “Ahh…” Maggie groaned again as she licked her teeth and tried to get rid of any trace of the taste, but it was no use. 

Maggie looked around for relief, spotting an idea in the distance before she started to walk down a side street.  Her curvy body exploding through a few smaller office buildings as she trampled hundreds of fleeing people in the densely occupied street, but her focus was on Hartsport harbor.  For a moment, the density of the people on the streets reminded her of freshly packed snow, or the brittleness of dried leaves across a sidewalk, but the awful taste in her mouth was much more distracting in her mind than the wet crunches vibrating through her sneakers. 

She marched over several city blocks, kicking cars and buses, splattering people beneath her feet as she approached the lapping water by the seaside warehouse districts, the famous Hartsport beach in the distance full of tens of thousands of people who had yet figure out that there was a 400’ tall rampaging woman in the heart of downtown. 

Maggie crushed a few warehouses and knocked over some shipping cranes with a gentle push of her hands, flattening groups of dock workers as they tried to run away but had no idea what was even approaching them, their eyes playing tricks on them perhaps.  A young, attractive woman stomping towards their place of work, but the shadows befell them like the rest, and they ended up as red paste underneath her sneaker treads. 

Maggie approached the side of the docks, lowering herself down and reaching into the water with her hands, scooping up the cool and salty liquid, slurping it into her mouth and swishing it around before spitting it back out into the ocean.  Maggie repeating this a few times before she clicked and dragged her tongue around her mouth, the taste of chomping the two men was virtually gone as she felt a brief moment of relief. 

She looked up, seeing the large shipping barges in the distance out in the ocean, the thousands of beach goers all seemingly scurrying off the beach, the dockworkers behind her all running away, some even running into shipping containers to hide from her.  Up above, Maggie heard a swirl of helicopters buzz over her head toward the city, they looked military in appearance, but they zoomed by too fast for Maggie to really get a good look. 

Maggie looked up toward the sky again, hearing the loud hum of fighter jets over the ocean a few miles away, three of them circling around in a pattern.  Scanning her eyes left to right, Maggie realized it was really only a matter of time before a stronger force was going to try and stop her, she had kicked the hornets’ nest.  Maggie felt ready to die in that moment though, without Gracie she had nothing, her task was done, the officers were dead, she could die and be reunited with her baby in an afterlife, hopefully. 

“Wait…” Maggie mumbled as she spotted a bowl like object in the distance on the other side of the warehouse districts.  It was the baseball stadium.  The man with the Husky, Maggie thinking this never would have happened if that man wearing the baseball shirt just held his fucking leash and kept his fucking dog away from Gracie.  She wouldn’t have gotten angry at him, she wouldn’t have cared to see him at the dog park, she wouldn’t have grown, and Gracie would still be alive. 

The Hartsport Swordfish Stadium was packed with 35,000 Swordfish fans cheering on their favorite team all while Maggie began her march over the beach towards the venue.  Thousands of screaming beachgoers were trying their best to run out of the sand, other’s heading to the ocean to get out of the way of her stomps.  Maggie’s quaking steps kicked up sand and mud, stomping people into the wet sand and crushing them into flattened and disfigured masses. 

She didn’t even bother to look down, indiscriminate with her steps, her angry eyes focused on the massive sports stadium.  Images of the man with the Husky like a slideshow through her mind, his arrogant face as he accused Gracie of being the one who started the attack in the first place. 

The young giantess had a new goal, she wanted to inflict as much harm and sadness upon everyone as possible.  She wanted to make people feel what she felt when she lost Gracie, it was the only thing that made sense in her mind flowing with horrendously torturous rage and grief.

Another uncaring step on the beach silenced another group of screams, her long strides, her shoulders bobbing, her fists clenched at her side, the flesh of her legs undulating with each stomp, her breasts bouncing behind her bloodied crop top.  The ocean breeze catching her long brunette hair, the cooler air on her exposed tanned skin almost felt blissful apart from the fact that she couldn’t feel anything beyond her heart racing and her rush of blood flowing through her face and behind her eyes that were nearly welting to tears once more. 

Maggie could start to see over the rim of the stadium, the jumbotron screen had a replay of a player running around the bases before it suddenly cut to a red and bright message that read “PLEASE EVACUATE THE STADIUM CALMLY AND ORDERLY”.  The message didn’t reach the target audience in time of the 35,000 people. 

Maggie approached the upper decks of the stadium that only reached up to her knees.  She could see all the patrons inside the stadium all rushing for the tunnels, cramming themselves into the small corridors and exit ways.  The players were still on the field too, a few of them running to their team tunnels to get away from the impossible view of an approaching giant. 

It was too late.  Maggie straddled her legs over the upper walls of the stadium and stomped down into the field, squishing a few of the players dressed in yellow and white jerseys.  The rest of the players scattering in all directions as the cries of 35,000 people all burst out in a crescendo of screams and wails of fear and panic. 

Maggie reached for one of the upper stands, bending over and scooping hundreds of people in her hand, balling them into a fist and mangling some of their bodies, winding up and throwing the mass of wiggling people in her hand as hard as she could.  The mob of people flying through the air toward the ocean, many of them had their necks or bones broken from the whiplash from being thrown at incredible force. 

The rest splashing in the ocean thousands of feet away, the impact of the water felt like solid concrete at that speed, their bodies breaking instantly and succumbing to the deep waters.  Maggie grumbled as she spotted an opposing player wearing blue and black, she raised her sneaker high in the air and stomped on the athlete who had his hands raised to protect himself, her sneaker digging deep into the diamond with quaking force. 

She kicked out her other leg at a stand, her shin exploding through the bleachers along with thousands of people as hundreds of their bodies were launched by the kick, the others splattering against the rubber of her soles or the skin of her leg, spurting up a wall of eerie pink mist and mangled bodies. 

The remaining players and staff on the field ran underneath her legs and around her sneakers, the pitcher running out from between her feet as the field cleared, but the masses of people still flooded the corridors, there were surely stampedes from the overwhelming hysteria, people being trampled as the rest struggled to break free and out of the stadium to safety towards the streets and beach. 

The safety was only perceived.  Maggie easily stepped back over the stands of the massive stadium, her sneaker falling right onto an exit gate as hundreds of people were turned to horrific bloody mush.  Maggie twisted her foot and grinding the people into nothingness leaving behind a smear of red across the concrete of the sidewalks.  People scattering away from her step like ants. 

Maggie stepped onto another large crowd of people flooding another exit gate, feeling the wet and brittle crunch vibrate up her leg, she was breathing heavy, her mind blank, just simply acting, taking everything away from people.  But the bottoms of her soles were getting so saturated with destruction, bloody gore, ash, sand, that she nearly slipped, the flat sole of her shoe had lost grip as she nearly stumbled back.  A stringy red goop followed her shoe upward before it snapped back to the ground in a wet gushy pile of gnashed bodies. 

Her leg high in the air as her arms swayed upward, her face showing a moment of panic, her heart dropping as if she thought she was going to slip and fall before she slammed her foot down hard behind her into the stadium, plowing through the biggest section of the stands and crushing half the stadium with ease to keep her balance. 

She took a deep breath out and looked around as she found herself stable and upright.  The scenery was frightening, the beach and the surrounding areas of the stadium had bloody footprints, blackened, and crumbled bodies embedded deep within the shoe-shaped canyons.  

Some of the waves on the beach washing into her footprints and dragging out the bloody, mangled messes into the lapping tides.   Looking back towards the city, towering plumes of smoke rising from the metropolis, fires all around, half collapsed buildings from where she marched through the city to the beach.

Maggie’s brow lowered as she took in the scenery, tens of thousands of screaming people all running out of the stadium still as she lowered her posture and untensed her shoulders, unclenching her fists.  She pivoted, rearing her leg up and inspecting the bottoms of her sneakers’ soles.  It was caked in a layer of bloody grime, flattened cars embedded into the grooves and divots of the soles’ pattern.

Virtually unrecognizable twisted bodies gnarled into the sandy and muddy goop compressed into the bottoms of her feet.  Maggie couldn’t help but feel the anger still coursing through her body, all she wanted was her dog back, but upon seeing the gnashed bodies peeling off the bottom of her sole in that moment, she momentarily felt awful for what she was doing. 

She placed her foot back down into the middle of the stadium away from everyone.  Her mind being pulled in two directions, taking everything away from the people of the city to make them feel what she felt and wanting to die herself at the same time.  A wave of guilt washing over her, how many countless people had she murdered in her menacing rampage.  How many families did she ruin, or dog owners did she separate from their own fur babies. 

Maggie held her bloody hands up to her face, the blood on her palms was dry and dark, staining her tanned skin.  She looked back down at all the people fleeing, nearly shaking her head before she started to cry again, warm tears rushing down her cheek.  Her makeup smeared, as she folded her hands into her face almost in embarrassment.  “I just want my Gracie back…” Maggie muffled into her palms, thunderous sounds of the crying giantess ringing out across the district as she sniffled and choked through shallow breaths. 

Suddenly a wave of fiery pain erupted all over Maggie’s body.  “Ahhhh!” Maggie screamed as she fell backward.  Her body crashing into the outer stands of the stadium as she coughed and heaved, the wind was knocked out of her as she looked up and around confused, struggling to pull herself up and out of the thousands of crushed seats. 

Catching her breath and coughing, wiping away a few tears before she stood up, noticing a few people falling off her body as they must have fallen atop her midriff and chest from the stands collapsing inward over her body.  She swiped her hands at her skin, knocking off the dozens of people clinging to her crop top and the top of her chest, sending them crashing into the baseball field. 

Another wave of pain erupted on her body as she yelped, Maggie putting up her hands to defend herself from the invisible enemy as a huge puff of black smoke shot out from her stomach and back.  She picked up her eyes, noticing a trail of smoke, tracing the hazy pollution to a grey ship way out in the ocean. 

The helicopters and jets started to circle around the city in a frenzy.  In the distance, Maggie noticed another missile being launched as a fiery billow towered upward from one of the ships.  The missiles approaching faster than Maggie could comprehend, still trying to recover from what felt as if she was kicked right in the stomach before another impact struck her with intense force. 

Maggie screamed again through her tears as she held her abdomen, the missile burned, worse than any sting she had ever felt in her life, like being stabbed with a hot knife and punched at the same time.  The jets and helicopters approaching as the crowds were still fleeing at her feet. 

Maggie had a tough decision to make in her moment of panic as the pain of getting hit in rapid succession threw her mentality off.  Sparing regular people from a further rampage was one thing, but it was now about her own survival, the feeling of wanting to die disappeared as human instinct took over, wanting the intense physical pain to cease more than anything else. 

She eyed up the ships in the distance and began her charge across the beach to the water…

In this Chapter: Armed forces arrive in strength with a desperate last attempt to kill the rampaging giantess and save the city.  Maggie fights for her survival. 

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Crush.  Gore.  Feet.

A hellfire of flame and bullets rained down on the magnificent giantess, the helicopters shooting their cannons and the jets’ billowing missiles crashing into her body with force.  The projectiles tore at her skin and tattered her top, exposing more of her skin, but her body seemed to be sustaining only minor injuries, a few cuts and scratches minimally bleeding from her chest, back, and shoulders.  Maggie could feel the pain despite her powerful body withstanding the attacks, grunting in discomfort as she ran across the beach.   

The shore was mostly clear apart from a few stragglers who were ruthlessly stomped underneath the running giantess in full stride, Maggie not even feeling them crunch under her stomps as her sneakers pressed into the sand.

  Maggie spotting the dock where she had rinsed out her mouth earlier, running as quickly as she could, the faster she ran she noticed that the aircraft above and the ships at sea had more difficulty targeting her.  Running in what almost felt like slow motion to Maggie, but devastatingly quick to the tiny people around and beneath her. 

Maggie skidded to a stop by the entrance of the dock and the warehouses, upturning a shipping crane with her hips as she wobbled back and set herself, backing up and taking a few heavy breaths.  She reached down and grabbed a handful of shipping containers, throwing them like grapeshot up in the air as hard as she could.  The containers spreading as the helicopters attempted to dodge, most of them successful as the containers whizzed past them at unimaginable speeds from below. 

A few of the attack helicopters too slow, exploding on the containers, the shells from the cannons halting for a moment as the helicopters lifted up and away to a higher altitude, but the jets even higher in the air easily avoided the hurdling projectiles. 

Maggie bent down and threw another handful of containers into the air at random, another group of choppers exploding as they retreated, but Maggie was then hit by a huge explosion, “Aahh god!” she screamed out in pain, following the trace of smoke to the naval ships in the sea.  It was the most damaging of the weapons they had been launching at her so far, a bit of blood seeping out from a gash on her midriff. 

Maggie grumbled and lowered her brow with anger.  She kicked off her bloody shoes before another hail of bullets and missiles rained down toward her.  She held her breath and started to run down the dock, smashing away anyone and everything beneath her pair of light blue socks, it only took a few steps to devastate the entire harbor before she jumped off and attempted to dive into the ocean. 

She impacted the sand bed with her upper body at first before she sank into the water, overestimating how deep the bay was going to be from her new height.  The impact threw the air from her lungs as she choked on the water for a minute before breaching up through the top of the water, the ocean at her hips.  Maggie coughing a bit as she cleared her throat and lungs of the salty ocean. 

Immediately, another storm of missiles was shot at her as she took another breath and submerged herself back into the water to avoid the onslaught.  A few swimming strokes and the ocean floor was already far beneath her, opening her eyes underwater, wincing them as they were irritated from the brackish salty liquid. 

Maggie softly exhaled from her lungs, seeing bullets slowing down in the water all around her as she powered through another breaststroke.  A brief moment of bliss from the cool ocean cooling off her body before she broke through the surface once again to breathe. 

Treading water as her feet no longer could reach the bottom, she brushed her hand over her face to clear her vision of her wet hair cascading down over her eyes.  She peeled off her waterlogged socks with her toes as the fabric sank to the bottom of the ocean before she looked around, the armada of ships only a few thousand feet away relative to her. 

She leaned forward dove under the water once more after seeing the ships starting to smoke again, their missiles propelling into the air.  Maggie’s eyes widening as she saw the missiles zip past her like lightning in the water, a few of the projectiles missing, but one hitting her in the center of her back.  She yelped underwater as a mass of bubbles and air escaped her mouth.  Her body shaking underneath the water as she swam for another few painful strokes. 

Maggie kicked her legs and bare feet as hard as she could to breach the surface, throwing her hands up into the air, a mass of water raining down all around her as she looked down, noticing her larger chest had hit the underside of a smaller destroyer.  Her breasts upturning the destroyer to its side as it collapsed into the ocean along with a few dozen sailors falling into the churning water. 

Maggie quickly raised her hand and slammed the side of her fist into the middle of the destroyer, breaking it in half with a fiery explosion and a massive splash of saline scattering everywhere, sending the ship to the depths along with the crew who fell under the shadow of her descending hand. 

Looking around and treading water as best as she could, her head bobbing under the water a few times, the ships were still spread out far enough and out of reach, noticing a flurry of glowing objects flying at her, the bullets from their defense systems digging into her skin as she yelled through the pain.

“Leave me alone!” Maggie shouted as she kicked her legs and lunged forward, her body throwing up lapping waves as she pushed herself, swimming rapidly, barely picking up her head as she approached a missile cruiser about the same size as her.  

Feeling the metal clank against her head, overestimating the distance to swim to the attacking ship.  Lifting her head and upper body from the water as she had shunted the ship backward, the ship slowly floating away from her with the momentum of the top of her head hitting the hull. 

Before the cruiser could drift too far away, Maggie scanned the ship with her eyes, seeing the hundreds of crew all running around the top of the ship, the faces of the tiny men and women apparent with panic as Maggie’s larger chest and face was hovering right over them.  Maggie dragging her arm underneath the water as fast as she could, the ocean slowing the momentum of her arm a bit, but her hand exploded through the bottom of the ship’s hull anyway as she threw her arm upward like a flailing uppercut. 

The cruiser bobbing out of the water for a brief moment before it collapsed in on itself in the middle.  The ship splitting in half much like the other before she raised her hands in the air and slapped them both down onto each half of the split ship as hard as she could, seeing two massive pillars of water shooting into the air as the two halves of the ship shattered and sank downward, feeling the bow of the ship poke her right leg before disappearing into the depths. 

Maggie turned, her body pushing through the sailors treading water, spared from the sinking ship.  Her wet skin crashing into them and pulverizing their bodies as she approached the two remaining ships, the current of her body in motion dragging the rest of the surviving sailors into a tumultuous riptide in her wake.

 The flurry of bullets still hitting her upper body as she winced through the pain, staring to bleed across her upper chest as more lacerations cut her upper breasts and around her collarbones.  More of the projectiles hitting her face as she could feel her lips getting warmer, tasting some of her own blood pooling in her mouth as she coughed into the water.  The stinging pain only growing worse as it seemed like her natural defense was starting to slowly fail. 

She swam up to another ship, this time hearing shouts and alarms blaring from the vessel.  Maggie leaned back as if to relaxingly float, her chest and head poking out of the water, her blood dripping into the ocean some, darkly coloring the water.  Maggie flexed her muscles as she wound up her right leg underneath the water and kicked upward as hard as she could.

The top of her bare foot exploding through the bottom of the ship.  The vessel immediately lit up in flames and fire as it was thrown up from the air a few dozen feet before slamming back down into the tidal waves.  The ship exploding from within as the structure collapsed and groaned inward. 

Maggie swam to the last remaining ship that was trying to flee, feeling the stinging bullets on her face as she gritted her teeth, paddling hard and kicking herself up and out of the water over the ship before slamming her upper body down on top of the ship. 

Gripping on to each side of the width of the vessel.  Her body dripping wet, washing away a few crew members before she let her own weight relax, her chest and torso compressing into the compartments, crushing dozens of people inside before she submerged herself into the water. 

Pulling the ship down with her into the depths with her arms, hugging the ship against herself, slowly filling it with water as it started to sink whole and intact, dooming the sailors inside to slowly drown and succumb to the growing pressure on the integrity of the ship.  Maggie let go and waved her arms and legs to regain her balance, peaking her eyes open to see the ship sinking into the darkness a long with a few lifeless bodies drifting downward into the deep. 

She swam back to the top and breathed heavily, her heart pumping, her body ached as she reared her head back and closed her eyes in pain, taking a few shallow breaths.  Ignoring the hundreds of stranded sailors around her treading water as she slowly paddled back to shore.

 Crawling up onto the beach, her hands and knees digging into the sand with her head slumped down, her exhausted body dripping wet as it soaked the golden sand beneath her, Maggie coughing some before she rolled over and laid down for a moment to recover.  

Turning over to her back and staring up at the sky, the sun still high above with just a few fluffy white clouds slowly drifting across the blue emptiness.  She rubbed her hands up her body, feeling where the sensitive cuts and gashes were on her skin, picking up her head to see her midriff bleeding some, her chest with blackened cuts with drying blood encrusting the skin around her wounds. 

She let her head slump back into the sand as she breathed heavily, her body sore all over, her chest rising and sinking with each labored breath as she moaned and groaned, placing her hand on her stomach, and letting her head drop to the side. 

An ambience of sounds echoing from the city, screams here and there, the sound of a building collapsing into its foundation, cars crashing, and a few sirens blaring some miles away.  Thankfully the helicopters and the jets were gone, at least for the moment as the low hum of the destroyed city’s sounds started to feel more and more like white noise to Maggie as she untensed her body and closed her eyes. 

She breathed slowly from her agape lips, feeling her body getting heavier as it felt like she was on the verge of an exhausted slumber, tuning out the sounds of the city and instead focusing on the sound of the lapping waves cradling her to sleep. 

She exhaled deeply from her mouth, trying her best to ignore the dull, throbbing pain radiating throughout her body.  “Mmm…” Maggie hummed as she could feel herself slipping away in the warmth of the sun, not like a sleep, but something more, as if something was carrying her away, her heartbeat slowing down, it felt peaceful, like she could let go, like she could drift away to another place, picturing her happy little pup waiting for her to just let go…

Suddenly, loud bangs exploded next to Maggie’s ear, her heartbeat rising straight back to rapid.  “Why!?” Maggie yelled out as she quickly opened her eyes and saw a line of military tanks all shooting at the side of her head, feeling like she been stung in the head by a wasp. 

“I was so close to leaving you assholes!” Maggie shouted as she gritted her teeth and raised her fist in the air before slamming it down on a few tanks, the metal flattening into where the sand met the parking lots of the beach.  “Fuck you!” she yelled out again as she turned over and dug her hands into the sand to hoist herself up. 

She stood to her full height and immediately began slamming her bare foot down onto the remaining tanks as their pathetic attempts to shoot their cannons at her failed, the shells exploding on her sandy bare sole before they became flattened heaps of twisted metal.  Maggie noticing how different the crunch felt under her bare feet instead, the metal of their tanks almost warm against her skin as she grinded her toes left to right, further twisting the metal into nothingness along with the crews inside.    

A few soldiers and tank crews managed to jump out of their machinery and run away from the befalling steps slamming atop their rolling beasts.  Maggie easily spotted them as their inch tall figures sprinted across the sandy parking lot pavement.

Maggie picked up her other foot and slammed it down on them, this time feeling real human bodies squishing underneath her toes and soles.  “Ueegh…” Maggie groaned in disgust, feeling their bodies and bones grossly crunch underneath her bare skin.  Lifting her foot to see the pool of blood dripping from her toes, Maggie shivered in disgust as she lowered her foot and dragged her toes backward, trying to clean the bottoms of her soles, and peeling the squished bodies from the skin of her feet. 

“Ah…” Maggie sighed in relief, spotting her shoes in the distance by the smoking dock.  Not wanting to feel the disgusting squish of bones underneath her feet any longer.  She walked across the parking lots and beach to her shoes, but as she got closer, she noticed something rather disturbing.  Hundreds of tiny soldiers surrounding her sneakers all started shooting up at her with their rifles and rockets. 

Hidden jeeps and other armored vehicles pulling around the backs of her shoes before firing on her as well in an ambush.  “What the fuck!” Maggie shouted as she raised her arms up to her chest and face to protect herself from the flurry of bullets stinging into her skin. 

Maggie started to stomp at random, shielding her face and distorting her vision, her right foot stamping into dozens of soldiers at a time, feeling their bodies exploding underneath her toes and heel, feeling the wetness of their guts sticking to the bottom of her sole, grinding her toes left and right and mangling the few soldiers that survived between her tanned toes, her white pedicured toenails covered in a splattering of blood. 

“Get the fuck away from me you losers!” Maggie yelled out as she pulled her arms away from her face to see her targets, raising her foot high in the air and driving the heel of her foot into the ground with force, erasing a few jeeps and armored tanks.  She grinded her heel into the ground to finish off a few survivors crawling around off before bending down and picking up one of her shoes. 

Gripping the mouth of her sneaker in her hand and slamming it down onto the floor as if swatting a bug in her apartment.  The soldiers disappearing as she angrily swatted the bottom of her bloody sneaker at the fleeing soldiers, their attack failing horribly if not for the few more scuffs and trickles of blood seeping from Maggie’s lips and arms.  “Creeps…” Maggie sighed as she scanned over the dead bodies embedded into the pavement. 

Maggie spotting a few unlucky soldiers still wiggling around, clearly injured and crying out in pain for help, some of their legs appeared to be missing from Maggie’s perspective as she curled her lips to the side, deciding if she wanted to spare them of their misery or leave them be.  Maggie dropped her sneaker on top of them, letting it fall into the pavement and finishing off the struggling soldiers, believing she did the right thing and showing mercy. 

She lifted her foot and started to wiggle her sandy toes into the shoe, bending down and folding the lip of her high top around her ankle so it would fit.  Wriggling her wet, sandy bare toes into her shoe as the gritty feeling was more annoying than she wanted.  Maggie sighed as she shook her head, pulling her foot out of the sneaker before turning and walking over the half-destroyed dock.

She dipped her feet into the water one at a time, using a shipping crane next to her for balance, rinsing her soles and toes of blood and sand after splashing her feet into the cool ocean a few times.  Her feet dripping wet as she stepped away back into the center of the docks. 

It was quiet as Maggie walked back to end of the dock near her sneakers, but a low and familiar hum started to sound out over the city.  Maggie looked up but couldn’t see anything, instead she reached down toward the laces of her sneakers before a bright, hot glow threw her arms back. 

The jets roared over the city, Maggie looking up and seeing more of them, including a few larger planes in the sky high above the city and far out of reach.  “Ugh!” Maggie groaned in frustration, clenching her fists.  “Just leave me alone!  I’ll go!  I’ll leave Hartsport!” Maggie shouted out.  Another hellfire of cannons from the heavier planes and missiles rained down all around her as she threw up her hands to protect herself. 

“Wait!” Maggie yelled out in desperation, leaving her shoes behind as she ran off to the city, entering the streets and looking around confused, wedging herself in the streets between buildings.  The abandoned cars and vehicles collapsing into the pavement, Maggie feeling the warmth of the metal compressing into her bare soles and between her toes as she tried to surround herself with buildings much taller than herself. 

Maggie squatted down as if to hide amongst the skyscrapers downtown, an eerie silence fell over the city as the roar of jets and heavy war planes circled above.  Maggie looking down with worried eyes, her life feeling more and more fragile by the second as she could taste more blood in her mouth.  She spotted a few panicked people running down the street away from her, the horror on their faces was apparent as Maggie almost wanted to help them, as Maggie was becoming just as afraid as the tiny people beneath her legs were. 

The complex emotions rushing through her mind went from guilt, to anger, to survival, to regret, feeling a million emotions a minute.  Maggie began to reach out to the tiny people below her, a man and a woman yelling in fear, trying to help each other get away from the giantess.  Maggie wanting to softly pick them up and help them escape, just as if she was attempting to pick up her baby Gracie, but their bodies were instantly incinerated and turned to smoking vapor.

A massive explosion lit up the street and the buildings all around Maggie, throwing her to the ground with a girlish scream, her heartbeat pumping faster and faster as she began to cry and panic, “wait… wait!  I’ll go, I promise!” Maggie pleaded as she felt her body burning worse than ever before, a huge gouge in her leg started to bleed as she clambered to get up and run away, but more and more relentless explosions started to fall all around her. 

Maggie busted through an office building, her legs plowing through the floors and foundation with ease as she ran for another grouping of skyscrapers, squatting down and trying to hide, the streets mostly empty as her panicked steps only ruined more buildings and cars all around her. 

Covering her head as the jets and planes roared over the city again.  “fuck… fuck… ow… ah…” Maggie spoke to herself, grimacing in pain as she reached down to her thigh, feeling the deep gash in her leg, the wound too deep to stop bleeding, something that would require stitches to fix.  She dripped blood on the streets, covering vehicles entirely with drops of dark crimson. 

Maggie needed to think quick, there was no way they were going to stop, and their aircraft was far out of reach, her body was giving out on her, sore and bruised all over, her blood dripping down her leg as she covered it with her hand, applying pressure to it and trying to get it to stop.  She heard another screeching noise as the wind was pushing toward her, “stop!” Maggie shouted a second before another wave of explosions lit up everything around her and shattered buildings. 

“Ahhh!” Maggie screamed loud as she felt her body get thrown back into an office, her lower back and butt falling into it as she landed on her head.  Dizzy and confused, she started to wiggle free and slowly stand up, noticing a few scared people scattering away from her ass.  Standing up and looking down to see hundreds of flattened bodies smushed into the building where her butt had landed, the people in the building just trying to hide from the fight. 

Maggie started to breath rapidly, just on the verge of hyperventilating, thinking she was going to die soon, her mind going crazy, thinking how badly she wanted to die earlier and be with Gracie, but the pain and reality of being slowly carved up by the military started to frighten her beyond her laissez-faire mortality.  The jets roared over the city once again as Maggie panicked, reaching down, and grabbing chunks of the destroyed building, throwing them up in the air as hard as she could, but she had missed the jets completely. 

The heavy war planes were too high in altitude for the chunks of debris to reach up as well, Maggie’s eyes welting up, but hardly any moisture escaped her nearly dehydrated tear ducts.  She looked around in a panic, the devastated city scattered all around her as she waded through the streets, “what do I do?  What do I do?” she distressingly mumbled to herself, stepping into the streets relentlessly as droves of warm cars disappeared under her bare feet. 

Maggie keeping low to the ground, hiding behind the buildings as much as she could, but it was hardly any use, the 400’ tall monster-sized young woman was a moving building that was easy to spot from any altitude.  Maggie heard a whir and screech, a few explosions lighting up behind her as she girlishly squeaked and covered her head, the shells missing and impacting an apartment building instead. 

Maggie could see the jets winding up in the distance, circling around and lining up to strafe Maggie.  Her eyes widened as she realized they were heading right for her, the must have been out of ordinance as they started to fire their guns at her instead, the jets only having a few seconds worth of ammo to use on her, so they had to make their attacks perfect. 

Maggie took a deep breath in and chose her timing, the jets firing at her, burning her body, and tearing at her skin, blood spurting out from the tops of her breasts and stomach as she fought through the pain and blew out of her mouth as hard as she could, expelling all the air in her lungs in an instant as soon as the jets passed over her head. 

The jets all withstanding the current, all but one as the jet wobbled, the tiny pilot ejected before the plane exploded a few blocks away into a skyscraper.  The parachute deploying over Maggie, drifting lower and lower toward her face as she grew angry at the descending dot.  Maggie almost smirking as she could see the panic on the little pilots face as the pilot had no control over where they were dropping. 

“Little fuck, tell your planes to stop shooting at me” Maggie commanded up at them as they were still a few hundred feet above Maggie’s face.  The pilot continued to slowly fall as Maggie’s eyes lowered in anger, “tell them to back off or I’ll swallow you whole” Maggie sternly spoke before she opened her mouth wide underneath the little pilot.  The pilot waving their arms and shouting but Maggie couldn’t hear the little bug, she could see the pilot reach for something in their pocket, a tiny little black square, a radio maybe, Maggie thought. 

The pilot lowered more, Maggie closing her mouth and rising to the tips of her toes before grabbing at the fluff of the parachute, Maggie holding the pilot, dangling the tiny operator by the strings of the parachute and at Maggie’s mercy. 

Maggie lowered her heels back to the ground and hovered the little pilot in front of her piercing brown eyes.  Seeing the tiny face of the panicked man.  Maggie could hear his little squeaks, “I told them to back off!  I told them!” the tiny man yelled out with a pathetic and fearful tone. 

Maggie looked up, the war planes in the sky seemed to be drifting off, ceasing their relentless rain of fire.  The jets darting off in formation away from the city.  “I- Ahh!”  the tiny pilot screamed as Maggie lowered him to the street.  The parachute slumping down as he cut it off and freed himself of the harness, standing in the shadow beneath the towering Maggie as she stared him down from above with a hateful look. 

“Thank you, now get out of here” Maggie commanded as she raised her foot above the tiny man, but kept her balance, only threatening him as he ran off out from underneath Maggie’s raised foot.  Maggie settling her foot back down into the street, finally finding a moment of reprieve, the city quieting down some, ash and rubble all around her, craters from missile impacts and bullet holes lining the streets up and down. 

Maggie slumped onto the roof of the building behind her to sit.  Her butt resting atop the roof as she slowly let go of her weight, her feet planted in the street for balance in case the building collapsed inward.  The building beneath her taking the weight, but the foundation groaned and creaked heavily, Maggie just wanting to sit down for just a few seconds, her eyes lowering to the ground between her feet as she saw a few people running out of the building she was sitting on. 

She let them go, the tiny people running by her feet across the street into another alleyway and out of her view.  Maggie reared her head back, fluffing her hands through her hair to clear her vision before looking down her body, reapplying pressure to her wounds on her legs and stomach as the bleeding seemed to be slowing down, her body aching as she reached up and rubber her cheek, wiping away a bit of sand and dried blood. 

              A sudden tickle lit up the side of her arm and body, the little pricks hitting her leg, all on the right side as she looked to the right at down at the street.  “Are you fucking serious?!  When are you all going to stop?” Maggie said with exasperation, seeing columns of soldiers and armored vehicles all marching towards her with their guns on full blast at her. 

              She stood up and raised her arms in the air as if to dare them, their bullets riddling the girl, but it only just barely stung compared to the cannons and missiles that were tearing her apart earlier.  “I said I was going to leave god dammit!  Why can’t you just give me a minute?!” Maggie shouted as she stomped away from the soldiers, sparing them, turning the corner into another intersection, and seeing the same thing spread out all around the streets, a wave of troops and armored vehicles funneling toward her. 

              Maggie turned around, met with the same scene, she was completely surrounded on all sides as the infantry pushed in for another engagement.  “Okay, is this what you want?” Maggie asked, suddenly she was pelted with fire from each side of her, tracers of bullets and smaller rockets all launching at her.  “Gah…” Maggie gasped in pain as the rockets and bullets hit her from all sides, picking up her arms and protecting her face, the stings only getting worse as her skin seemed to be breaking down. 

              Barely looking at the ground, her vision blocked by her arms covering her face as she took a few careful steps to the loud bands and pops, grunting and whimpering under her breath before she hovered herself right above a pack of troops. 

She raised her foot high in the air and stomped down with as much fury as she could muster.  The soldiers splattering underneath her foot along with their jeeps as the stomp was so vicious that it collapsed a few buildings around her, the rubble raining down on the street and causing the rest of the soldiers in that intersection to cease fire and recover. 

              Maggie continued to walk forward, leaving the surrounding troops behind her now that there was an opening, briskly walking along the city streets and turning a few corners to get away from everyone.  Taking a sharp turn onto another main road and feeling a gross crunch underneath her toes, unexpectedly stepping on a few panicked civilians as much of the city was still clearing out, looking down to see the squished bodies and grime scrunching between her toes. 

Maggie turned around after seeing the street infested with regular people all running away from her, walking around another corner between buildings and intersections, cars still exploding underneath her feet as she stumbled and shimmied lower to the ground to try her best and hide behind the buildings.  She found a wider street, it had civilians but a little less than the previous street as she looked around, it was one of the only few ways out. 

She looked around in a blitz, hearing the firing of guns behind her as it seems the troops and armored vehicles were catching back up to her, looking up with a gasp to hear the sudden loud roar of the jets flying over the city again.  “I’m trying to leave!” Maggie shouted, the glass of the building in front of her shattering as she heard the loud screams of all the hundreds of people taking shelter inside the tech building.

She looked down and realized that the tech building was her work office, the hundreds of people in there all employed by her company, all of them sheltering in place.  Dozens of her coworkers all nearly face to face with her as her bright brown eyes widened, they could see her lips seeping bit of blood, her hair wet and messy, scuffs, cuts, and punctures all over her skin and around her torn apart crop top and frayed jean shorts. 

Recognizing a few of their faces even if they were horrified and screaming, Maggie turned around, looking over her shoulder, seeing the waves of troops approaching her, the jets circling the city and appearing as if they were going to line back up on her to strike once more. 

“Ugghh…” Maggie groaned in pain as she pivoted her body and started to quickly walk down the street, countless people and cars fell underneath her feet, Maggie wincing her eyes, trying to not think about the disgusting popping wet feeling beneath her toes and soles. 

She waded through the streets as the survivors became countless screams disappearing underneath her feet.  Maggie could hear the piercing whir of a missile screaming right toward her, she took a strong step to her left to try and dodge the missile, but as she stepped, her foot sank a little too far into the street, the top of her foot catching the crater as she began to fall forward, waving her hands before bracing herself. 

Her upper body and head bulldozing into several buildings, her upper body splattering hundreds of people underneath her falling body, the missile hitting a building next to her and sending a pile of rubble to fall onto her back. 

“Uhh…” Maggie groaned in pain as she slowly lifted her head and opened her eyes, a scattering of ash and smoke all around her body completely screened the scenery around her.  Her skull was throbbing as her vision was blurry and starry, the trip and fall made her realize how close she was to her body giving out as she started to whimper and take shallower breaths. 

The city seemed quiet for a moment, the low hum of jets dissipating in the distance. 

Maggie placed her hand into the ground to try and get up, but her body felt warm and heavy, like she was sleepy, her heartbeat slowing down to almost nothing.  Her arm gave out as she fell back onto her face, “euugh…” she groaned.  Her eyes fluttered as she looked out to her side, the ash and smoke still billowing up all around as she closed her eyes, feeling her body giving in, knowing she would be seeing Gracie very soon. 

She breathed slower and slower until she felt like she was falling asleep, her body being pulling inward and getting tighter and tighter until the air felt like it was escaping her lungs.  “unhh… uhh” Maggie groaned as the noises of the city seemed to be getting louder. 

Maggie gasped for air, feeling like she was choking momentarily, instinctively sitting up and grasping at her throat.  The ash and smoke clouds still wafting around her as she finally caught her breath, breathing heavily for a few seconds.  Looking around confused, the buildings that were still standing were towering above her.  She had shrunk back down to normal, the rubble that was mere pebbles were now the size of hulking boulders.

She looked down at her hands, her movements felt normal again instead of slow and sluggish, her heartbeat normal, for a brief moment she felt relieved from the burden of power and size.  Her bleeding seemed to have stopped and many of the aching soreness had subsided slightly to just a dull throbbing that was much more manageable, an almost relieving smile creeping across her face as she realized she was back to her regular size.

Her smile almost instantly disappeared as she spotted a smeared body just a few feet away.  Like a paintbrush stroke of red and black guts and dismemberment, the body was nearly unrecognizable as a human shape as Maggie looked away from the horror, seeing it up close made it much more real. 

Maggie gagging and almost throwing up, choking back as she dry heaved, her eyes watering, strings of saliva dripping from her lips into the ashy dirt beneath her, a distant roar of the jets up above echoing over the dense ash clouds. 

She started to cry, her lips quivering and her face tightening as a wave of guilt washed over her entire body, her blood feeling hot and her core shaking and shivering.  “Urrgh” she groaned out loud with a bit of anger, it all still didn’t feel real, losing her best friend, going on a rampage of the city, decimating the military, killing untold numbers of people, popping their bodies like ants beneath her feet, but seeing one of her victims up close... 

Maggie wiped her mouth and eyes before she rolled over and sat back down with exhaustion, but she felt something poke her butt.  “Wha…” Maggie mumbled as she leaned to the side and reached back, feeling a rectangle like shape in her back pocket, she gasped as she pulled out her phone, the screen and casing was shattered and covered in dust as she wiped it off, attempting to turn on her phone.

Seeing a message, “water damage detected” written across the blank screen.  She huffed as she blew into the open holes and restarted her phone, but the screen again said, “water damage detected” Maggie tired one more time.  Her heat racing as it successfully turned on, seeing that she had over 99+ messages and 99+ calls and voicemails. 

Maggie angled her phone face down, turning away in shame after glancing at one of the messages from one of her friends, “I hope you die you fucking psycho, you stepped on my fucking sister… you terrible bitch!  You-“ Maggie read before swiping the screen away.

“Ah…” Maggie groaned as she rubbed the side of her head still stinging with pain, “no… no… I was just so lost…” Maggie whispered to herself, a few tears dripping out of her reddened eyes, almost feeling like she was going to puke again, she stood up with her shattered phone in hand, coughing some from breathing in the ash surrounding her. 

The streets around seemed to be empty.  She climbed over a few pieces of rubble, sniffling and wiping her nose and eyes every few climbing steps up and over the dispersed destruction.

              Maggie wandered the ashy streets, craters from explosions and shells scattered around the broken, half collapsed buildings everywhere, her top torn and tattered, a trickle of dried blood running down the side of her face, her eyes still heavy and wilted. 

Maggie almost tripping into one of her own giant footprints embedded into the pavement.  “Ugh…no, no…” Maggie groaned in disgust as she looked into the foot shaped indentation.  Met with disfigured smears of crushed bodies and heaps of twisted metal dug deep into the ground. 

              She pulled herself up and kept walking, stumbling every few steps as her leg still throbbed, her phone continued to buzz and ring in her left hand, but ignoring it, like a child full of shame and guilt, not wanting to face the consequences of her atrocious acts against humanity. 

Maggie wasn’t too far away from the dog park where it all happened, as she waded around her footsteps, the streets empty, the buildings empty, the jets and planes above seemed to be circling around without the ability to spot her, the military infantry losing her, probably unaware that she had shrunk back down to normal. 

Smoke and ash wafted across the cityscape above her, buildings still collapsing some, glass shattering in the streets, echoes of car crashes in the distance with a few scattered yells of pain that broke the silence.  Maggie picked up her head and observed the surroundings closer, there was a wake of destruction like something out of an apocalyptic movie. 

              She stumbled into the park, passing up her first shoeprint, a little smaller than the rest, but it occupied the dried bloody smear of her first victim, the concerned woman as Maggie sniffled, “I’m sorry…” Maggie whispered.  

 She sat down in the of a field of grass, seeing where she had ripped out entire trees from their roots, the dirt everywhere, the city turned back to an eerie silence.  Her arms resting atop her knees as she hung her head down, her heart slowing as it all seemed to be over, it was a matter of time before she was found, taken away, likely executed, or studied and tortured for the rest of her life in a lab.

 There was nobody in sight.  A few tears dripping down and splashing into the upturned grass.  Her body quivering.  She had taken so many lives, destroyed so much, all to make them feel what she felt, but all for what?    

Maggie still crying and breaking down, the tears stopping a few minutes later with a few sniffles.  She sighed deeply, her body feeling heavy as she thought about everything, memories of Gracie flashing in her mind a few times as drifted deep in thought and contemplation, questioning if she did the right thing, but the overwhelming answer in her head was no, it wasn’t worth it. 

She clasped her hands together as she closed her eyes and breathed slowly in through her nose and out though her mouth.  No matter how many people she had taken away, it was never going to bring her furry child back.

She thought about how she even grew, why her?  Why in that moment?  Could she control it?  Maybe she could make up for all the things she did, maybe she could help people if she could learn how to control it.  No, she should run away forever, disappear off the face of the world, all she would do is welcome more death. 

Should she commit suicide, spare her the pain of living an isolated life without Gracie, she hated people anyway, right?  The thoughts rushing through her head a million miles a second until she heard another beeping noise from her phone. 

Maggie heard the notification, but the noise could have only been from one distinct app.  Maggie lowered her brow and eyes in confusion as she pulled her phone to her face, she shook her head in disbelief as she tapped on the notification and opened up her tracker app for Gracie’s chip. 

It was a live ping of Gracie’s location, dated at the exact time Maggie was looking at her phone.  Maggie slammed her palm against her mouth in shame as she started to cry once again, the hardest she had all day.  “Wait!” Maggie shouted through a crying choke as she realized the dot seemed to be moving.

              Maggie looked around and took off running, approaching a hill in the distance, looking down at her phone every few seconds as she seemed to be getting closer to the moving dot.  Maggie didn’t care how much her body ached and hurt; the dot was only a few blocks away near her own apartment.  Maggie stumbling and limping as she ran down the destroyed streets, the wake of her apocalyptic destruction all around her in what felt like a ghost town void of all life. 

              Not looking into her footprints, trying her best to ignore the bloodied and dead bodies all around her.  Reinvigorated with the hope that her precious baby was somehow still alive and moving around, the distinct beeping on her phone brought her attention back down as the dot seemed to be circling her old apartment building. 

              Maggie ran around the deep crater in the ground where she slammed her fist into the police van.  “Graice is that you baby?!” Maggie shouted as she turned the corner, breathing heavily and laboriously, panting, and sweating after a few minutes of running almost as fast as her body could let her.

Maggie could hear the familiar barks of her Gracie in the distance.  Maggie’s heart racing as she was now crying tears of relief and joy, all of her actions and choices didn’t matter anymore, she would get her baby and go, leave, run away for forever, it was going to be perfect.  The barks only getting louder, Maggie smiling as she climbed over a small piece of rubble, seeing the caved in entrance and collapsed pillar. 

“Gracie!” Maggie shouted, seeing her little pup running around and wagging her tail, the pink leash torn in half still attached to the collar, the other half still buried in the pile of rubble by the caved in entrance…

 “Oh my god, baby girl, yes… yes… thank you” Maggie sputtered as she choked on her tears, her throat tight as she trembled toward Gracie.  The little pup jumping into her arms and wiggling around in an excited craze.  Maggie relentless hugging and kissing her pup all over as she pulled her into her chest, “oh my god, sweet little baby, I’m so sorry… I thought you were gone…” Maggie said in her high-pitched baby talk. 

Something else caught her eye as Gracie was happily wiggling in her arms, but her look of happiness turned to fear as she saw the pilot she had spared earlier down the street behind a few abandoned cars.  “Now!  Now!  Now!” the pilot screamed into his radio as Maggie’s eyes widened, realizing she probably should have swallowed him… 

The roar of jets was getting louder and louder as Maggie was frozen solid in fear, her happy pup licking her face and writhing up against her chest and arms with excited yaps and barks.  The pilot running away into a half-collapsed building as the jets lined up in the distance high above the devastated street. 

Maggie instead held up the happy Gracie to her face and smiled wide with tears running down her eyes, getting one last look at what mattered the most to her in life.  The whir only getting louder before Maggie kissed Gracie on her face and smiled. 

Maggie throwing Gracie as hard as she could between the alley of her former apartment building as the roar of the fighters reached its peak.    

Gracie yapping and tumbling through the air before smacking into a wall and collapsing down in a heap, Gracie slow to get up in the safety behind the concrete and brick before a hailstorm of fire rained down on the street as the cannons from the jets traced upward to Maggie.  She closed her eyes with a frightened whimper just before her body was torn apart…

24 Years Later…

“Ugh… I don’t want to go to this stupid museum, and I don’t care if it counts as a major grade” Kara said with some attitude, leaning her head against the window staring at the ocean in the distance.    

“Let’s just get through it so we can get lunch on the boardwalk, alright?” Amber responded as Kara rolled her eyes.  The bus parked by the courtyard entrance as the high school students all funneled out one at a time into the beautiful landscape.  The teachers and chaperones all organizing the few classes worth of 100 or so students into more manageable groups.    

The day was bright and cool with a few perfect clouds in the sky, blooming flowers and memorial pieces all around, modern statues, fountains of water, and artwork all lining up the courtyard with the grand entrance of the museum only a short walk through the grand pavilion casted with marble and beautiful stone. 

The tour guide walking up soon after and talking to a few teachers as Kara crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.  Amber shaking her head, “Come on… this is interesting stuff!  It’s only an hour tour… don’t be a brat” Amber jokingly said to her friend as Kara huffed.   

“Whatever…” Kara dismissed.  The students all corralling by a small statue of steel warped into shapely installation art with its arms reached toward the sky in a gripping fashion. 

“Good morning, everyone!  My name is Zach, I’m your tour guide today.  Welcome to the Hartsport Memorial Museum.  Let’s go ahead and go over the rules.  No touching the exhibits unless otherwise instructed, photography is permitted, please respect your surroundings and others, and keep conversation at a low volume.  Please raise your hands if you have any questions at any time and follow me!”  Zach said as he clapped his hands together with a wide smile. 

“Oh god… what a nerd” Kara mumbled under her breath as Amber giggled a bit. 

“So, this statue right here is actually steel from some of the naval ships recovered from the bay…” Zach spoke on as he led the group of high school seniors into the main courtyard.  Zach explaining the flowers and artwork all around, his speeches were mostly rehearsed, throwing in a few jokes here and there and getting only the slightest laughs from the students, many of them who looked disinterested in the museum to start with, most only interested in the boardwalk filled with rides and food. 

“Why are we even here, I wasn’t even alive when that giant bitch fucked up Hartsport…” Kara mumbled under her breath.   

“Well, I was, so pay attention” the class teacher sternly said with a scowl, Kara’s cheeks growing little red out of embarrassment as she didn’t realize her teacher was right behind her. 

“This is the memorial wall… it has every name of those who were lost that day… take a moment and look over it” Zach said as he politely folded his arms behind his back and stepped away as the teachers and students all got a closer look at the tens of thousands of names etched into the marble.  The museumgoers reading over the names of the victims, a few of the teachers even reaching out and touching a few names that they might have recognized from that fateful day. 

              The students wandering around as the breeze blew through the courtyards and pavilions, rustling the trees and flowers all around, the salty air from Hartsport bay feeling cool and relaxing as a few students laughed in the back of the tour group, but Zach ignored them. 

He did these tours almost every day, seeing a wide range of reactions from the visitors.  Some crying, some that seemed to not care whatsoever, some who were obsessed, and others making jokes about the day he lived through.  Many of the groups from other parts of the world as it was one of the more popular museums to visit in the entire country.  Averaging almost 8 million people visiting the museum per year. 

              “Anyone here a Swordfish fan?” Zach asked as he looked around, not seeing anyone raise their hands, “it’s okay, I’m not either” he lied, getting a few chuckles from some students as he pointed out another statue in the brightly lit courtyard. 

“Well, this statue commemorates the loss of the victims during the baseball stadium attack.  The Swordfish won the championship 9 years later after rebuilding the stadium.  Shortstop and team captain Carillo dedicated the win to all those lost… he was just a rookie that season of the attack… on the field that day, too” Zach continued as he waved everyone inside the entrance of the grand museum. 

              Hundreds of people spread out through the spacious hallways, all looking at exhibits, other tour groups in other sections of the museum, groups of students from middle school to university level classes all accompanied by their group leaders mixed in with other adults just wandering at their leisure.    

The museum had exhibits from all over that day, buttons around the museum that a patron could press and a story could be told by the victims themselves or reenactments from actors.  Students across the world studied the event in school as history much like any other devastating event.

              Of course, the main attraction was in the middle of the museum.  The towering ceiling reaching up multiple floors to hold the main event and why most people came to visit.  Maggie’s sneakers were in the middle of the room, spotlights showing just how big the shoes actually were as there were crowds of people around the white sneakers, of course long cleaned of the blood and gore.

              Zach then took the groups of students down the first hallway.  A few pictures of Maggie lined the hall, as Zach could hear a few of the boys in the tour snickering, “I told you she was a fucking babe…” the comment came out a little too loud as Zach once more ignored the remark.

              “How about you two shut up?” Amber said aloud as the teens looked away and laughed.  “She could have been a hero if she tried…” Amber mumbled under her beath as she shook her head with anger and turned away from the lewd comments. 

              “Feel free to press any buttons and listen to some of the stories, browse around a bit… regroup with me over by the display down the hall in about 10 or so minutes” Zach said as he scooted off. 

              Amber and Kara went up to one of the pictures of Maggie, it was of Maggie smiling in her graduation cap and gown with her diploma from the University of Hartsport.  Underneath was a loving testament from Maggie’s mother as Amber read closely, Kara messaging a few friends on her phone instead.  “Maggie was a loving daughter, kind, and intelligent… she-“ Amber was reading aloud before being cut off.

              “Nah… fuck that, is this stuff supposed to make us feel bad for her?” Kara interrupted, putting her phone down momentarily.    

              “No, it just reminds us that she was like us once” Amber said.  The pair of 18-year-olds stepped down the wide hallway full of people before coming up to another display, Amber reaching out and pushed the button, a video screen showed Maggie’s size with a few live shots from street camera’s through the city over two decades prior, the video heavily censored as the museum didn’t want to show the victims and their deaths underneath Maggie. 

              A voice started to play from the victim themself recalling an event from the day Maggie grew, the story about a man having to pull his half-crushed girlfriend out of a half-flattened car, Maggie’s shoe falling atop the outer half of the couple’s vehicle, the victims legs mangled and crunched. 

The boyfriend carrying her all the way to an evacuation center, his body nearly giving out as the giantess thundered all around him.  The boyfriend cared for the girlfriend through her rehab, getting advanced prosthetics on her legs, helping her walk again, then married, and having multiple children and a happy life they still continue to live. 

A movie poster a few rows down with a famous actress portraying Maggie in a retelling of her life and the event, the blockbuster movie earned hundreds of millions world-wide.  Of course the dramatic movie wasn’t historically accurate, receiving many complaints and bad reviews from critics stating that it made Maggie to look like more of a victim than anything.

              The students all trickled into the hall near Zach as he smiled and gathered everyone around a model display of Hartsport, the tiny printed and plastic city behind a glass cased with a printed model of Maggie stood in the middle of the fake city.  Zach explained the destructive path she took, her engagements with the military, her search for her dog.  Zach narrated the historical events one by one for about 20 minutes up until the very end where she was killed.   

              “What happened to her body?”  A student asked.

              “What was recovered of her body after the Airforce’s final strike was studied for years before her remains were cremated” Zach answered as he raised his brow and pointed at another raised hand.

              “What happened to her dog?” another student asked. 

              “Gracie lived for another few years with Maggie’s mother.  Gracie’s remains were cremated and mixed with Maggie’s ashes; both of their ashes were scattered into the ocean some years ago” Zach answered. 

              “Do we know why she grew?  Like how was it even physically possible?” a teacher asked.

              “That’s probably the question I get the most…  we don’t know… my guess?  I just think the universe has a predetermined number of anomalies that could happen at any time, and we will never fully understand why the universe acts the way it does” Zach said as Kara rolled her eyes. 

              “Wow… so philosophical…” Kara sarcastically mumbled under her breath as Amber nudged her.

“Did you know her?” Amber asked. 

“Ugh… I doubt it” Kara said. 

“Good question.  Actually, yeah…  I was there, I was 21 at the time, and I had a lot more hair back then…” Zach said as she rubbed his bald head, a few students chuckling.  “I would see her at the café I used to work at… the day she grew, I gave her dog a cup of whipped cream… after it happened, Maggie talked to me, I remember looking up at her, she was looking down back at me… she then spared my life” Zach said. 

“How did you get out of Hartsport?” Amber asked.

“After she decided not to step on me, she stomped off to chase down HPD officers, I ran to my motorcycle and rode as far away from the city as I could until I ran out of gas, thank you for asking” Zach said with a smile.

 Zach ushered everyone around the hallways as the minutes passed, students taking pictures, reading stories, talking amongst themselves before they were led to the main hall where Maggie’s towering sneakers were. 

“Please stay behind the ropes, you may touch the shoe, but please allow others too as well… some people believe that rubbing the star on the logo of her shoes twice gets rid of any bad luck…” Zach said as he stood back and watched all the students by the looming sneakers.  Many of the students taking selfies or group pictures with the shoes behind them as the background posting them later to their social media for clout and likes.   

“Ugh, I hope this is the last part, I’m so hungry” Kara said she walked with Amber up through the crowds to the section of Maggie’s left shoe they were allowed to touch, seeing it so up close made them feel like ants. 

“Wanna take a pic with me?” Amber asked as she pulled out her phone.

“Sure” Kara said.  The two posed, Amber raising her phone above their heads as they both reached back and touched the star of the logo, rubbing it a few times as they smiled into the camera of Amber’s phone, the picture snapping as Amber suddenly keeled over and rapidly pulled her hand away from Maggie’s massive footwear.

“Ah!” Amber grunted as she grabbed at the bottom of her back, an icy cold chill shooting up her spine.    

“What?” Kara asked with concern as Amber corrected her upright posture. 

“Oh, nothing, just a little shock” Amber dismissed and walked off through the crowd to let others in.   

“Okay, if nobody else has any questions, the gift shop is over there… and again, my name is Zach if you want to leave a review on our page.  Thank you all so much for visiting!  I hope you learned something and have a great rest of your day!” Zach politely said. 

Zach watched as the students walked away towards the gift shops with their teachers, noticing one of the girls rubbing the side of her head a few times.  Zach sighed as he looked at the watch on his wrist, getting himself ready for the next tour group before his lunch break…

The students walked through the giftshop, the storefront crowded with people and tourists all buying little trinkets like a tiny keychain of Maggie’s shoes or Swordfish Baseball memorabilia.  There were tiny pieces of steel from the sunken naval ships, or rubble from some of the collapsed buildings from Maggie’s rampage. 

Amber ignored them though as she left the giftshop early and headed towards the bus primed to take the class of students to the Hartsport boardwalk for lunch.  Amber trying to relax in her seat, attempting not to think about her sudden headache as the rest of the students trickled onto the bus a few minutes later.  “You alright?” Kara asked as the bus started up and pulled out into the streets headed to their destination. 

“Yeah… yeah… I’m fine…” Amber confidently said with an innocent smile.  Amber turning and resting her head against the window, staring out at the boardwalk in the distance as her hands felt a little cold…

The End

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