All Scarlett’s coworkers at her midtown skyscraper office noticed she was very frazzled. She had left work very early, at lunchtime. They worked at a leading online and print publication; a women’s magazine. Scarlett had recently made a name for herself with a controversial but high-interest interview piece. But as they would soon find out, she knew more than what she was letting on…….

Scarlett was a Lilliputian. Of the 5 main races, hers was the second smallest, standing about 400 feet to microputians. But prodigans stood more than 350 miles tall compared to them. Her entire frame of reference was her lilliputan civilization, kept in a prodigan storage unit (they covered most of it, with only a two-foot walkway around the exterior of it). There was some 25 million of them in there. They’d been here for exactly 20 years, and it was all Scarlett could remember (she was 23). They’d been a consolation gift to a young woman named Gillian who had recently lost a child; with the intention that they would be treated as her pets. She hadn’t really done too much with them at first. Often she’d just sit in the prodigan walkway and just watch their civilization. Sometimes, it would be in the middle of the night, upsetting the ‘natural light simulation’ in the storage unit, with her looking disheveled and drunk. Other times she would stop by after her work, classily dressed in blazers, skirts and stockings. The loss of her kid had created tensions with her husband, and they were separating. A lot of people were astute enough to realize that since her life was spiraling out of control, she enjoyed the sense of power and control she had over their civilization, just by her presence. It worried them. But others became fans of Gillian. She was a beautiful redhead with (on prodigan scale) g-cup breasts, and her skirts could barely contain her ginormous bubble butt. Gillian was just 25 years old at the time. When she would first enter the storage unit, and turn around to shut the door, each mound was distinctly visible. Even from the furthest regions of the Lilliputian civilization, her butt was still visible in about 7 degrees of their range of vision. For those closer, just her feet and legs dominated the horizon. It was undeniably likely that her massive bust or hips could’ve easily killed millions in an incredibly sexy way.

 If that wasn’t enough, Gillian inadvertently teased the men and boys of the civilization. The way the storage unit was set up meant that she would sit cross-legged in the prodigan walkway. Needless to say, in a skirt, it was quite a view. Due to the light, it was difficult to see her pussy, especially if Gillian was in stockings. But nonetheless, she became a cultural symbol. Images of her were in advertising, media, and in pin-up posters. Scarlett’s brother, some ten year older than her, had a large poster of Gillian in his bedroom. She was a part of their lives.

After about three years of this, the fears of many were realized. Gillian had been through a particularly hard time after the loss of her child and subsequent divorce, but she’d come back and dated a guy pretty seriously on rebound. When she found out he was cheating on her, she suffered another meltdown. For Scarlett, who was just 6 years old at the time, the horrors that were to come were seared into her memory. The civilization and its 25 million inhabitants were awoken during the night by Gillian flicking on the lights, not unlike what she had done a million times before. But this time, events would take a dark turn. Gillian was clearly drunk, evidenced by her stumbling when she entered. She was clad in a tight cocktail dress and held high heels in her hands. To the shock of all the lilliputans, she carelessly tossed her high heeled shoes onto the civilization, crushing hundreds of square miles and tens of thousands of people. Scarlett had seen it from her window. The high heeled shoes seemed to fall in slow motion, with one landing directly on its side. The other landed on the spike of the heel at first, and reverberated. The shoe bounced back up, and again fell, this time the spike angled, before falling on its side, crushing countless more. It was unfortunate that the second shoe had fallen in such a way for it caused much more earthquakes. But Gillian didn’t end there. They could see she was stripping. Her sexy figure stood before them, grinning down malovently……

She started by slowly but confidently placing her feet onto the carpet of lilli civilization. It was doubtful that she could feel much of their structures under them. She stood over 350 miles tall. She squatted on  her haunches and began to grind and gyrate her massive ass back and forth. The view from the front saw her massive g-cup breasts bouncing with the vibrations. When she’d gotten bored with that, she lunged forward getting on all 4s, her massive tits drooping down. This is where things got bad for Scarlett. She lived in an area that ended up in front of the giantess. Her family had watched with horror as the giantess had carelessly tossed her shoes and then walked over and crushed large numbers of their fellow countrymen. But what was to happen next was worse. Her body loomed ahead. It was clear that she was trying to crush the capital city under her tits. But Scarlett couldn’t see that. She just saw the giantess’ midriff rapidly descending. Everything went black. Scarlett later awoke in rubble. Luckily, her family had been under the bellybutton of the giantess. But the force of impact had caused quakes that destroyed her house. Her entire family (her parents and brother) were slain. But she somehow survived. She later learned that Gillian had passed out in that position. She’d scurried away in the morning. She wasn’t heard from for 17 years, although presumably she’d still paid the bills of the storage unit.

Gillian had hit rock bottom after that breakup and her rendezvous with the Lilli city. She regretted it, but she never truly appreciated the significance of what had happened. She had been drunk and manic, plus it was difficult for her (and most prodigans) to picture the Lilliputans as people.  She moved on. She regained her sanity and her life, although in the ensuing 17 years she had never remarried. Prodigans never really encountered the smaller races unless they wanted to.  But her memory was jogged on the 20th anniversary of her child’s death. It reminded her of the chain of events that had been set off. She still paid for the storage unit and decided it was finally time to act again. She needed to make amends, but she didn’t want to see the civilization itself. Gillian didn’t trust herself. The storage unit specialized in the “boarding” of the smaller races and they could get her in contact with some members.

Provinces of each race had their own web domain names, which weren’t typically known to the other races, but otherwise they were all easily accessible online. Gillian called the customer service line of the company that ran the lilli “boarding service”: A chipper female voice answered “Little Boarding Service. Small things in Big Places. How may I help you?”. Gillian was somewhat embarrassed. “Uh, I wanted to access to talk with my llliputians”. The girl was silent for a moment, typing away, and then responded “Ok. So you need access to your civilization’s assigned domain names?”. Your civilization. Gillian felt excited. It brought her back to when she would sit and watch them for hours. Her possession of them was a rock, and it was cathartic. No matter her problems, she was still worth more than these specks. “Yeah” she responded. She gave her name and date of birth to verify her identity, and the girl gave her the domain extension. “Also, we can give you a list of the most popular web addresses by volume on this domain name. At least one of these is a search engine, so you can be connected to whatever website you want”.  Gillian couldn’t wait.

Gillian was enthralled by the civilization she was observing online. After a little bit, she stumbled across their online encyclopedia. Out of curiosity she researched “massacres”. She had to know what she was dealing with. She found “The Prodigan Massacre of 2003”. Gillian held her breath as the page loaded, and slowly exhaled as she scanned it. “The Prodigan Massacre of 2003 was a mass killing by the Prodigan known as Gillian, which caused the direct deaths of 9.5 million people, and the indirect deaths of 1-2 million more, stemming from the complete destruction of many towns and cities, including the capital of Easterly”. She didn’t feel much. It was impossible to comprehend. She had never experienced violence, or an earthquake, or anything that could make her appreciate the consequences of her actions……

Gillian had put her old civilization out of her mind for a few days as she was extremely busy with work. But after her friend, Jennifer, had taken a liking to a young boy in her own microputian civilization, her power trip overwhelmed her. She had crushed him and 1 billion of his peers under her tit and filmed it for her friend. Rather than being upset, her friend was, turned on.  Jennifer, had, on her own, acquired a microputian civilization, a carpet of which she had loaded into her minivan. She didn’t know what to do with it. Jennifer, more than Gillian, craved attention, whereas Gillian craved power. They decided, as the civilization was made of a soft, astroturf-like material, that Jennifer would use it as a carpet in her bathroom. There, the microputians could observe and worship her, doing her business. She would crush many of them on the well warn paths of her feet, and occasionally, she would crush previously unperturbed provinces. Their life would be everyday dominated by her.

When she showered, a thick dew fell over their world, in some areas, it appeared as torrential floods. She’d gotten into the habit of showering with the curtain open so they could admire her naked body. This made the flooding and humidity worse, but that was not her concern. When she shit, all the billions could smell it. When she trod on the wrong spot, billions died. But she LOVED it. It was unintentional cruelty.

Gillian, competitive in nature, was going to transport her lillis to her bathroom. She was tired of paying fees anyway.

It was one of the shortest pieces of Taylor’s career, but the largest piece her world had ever known. It merely told the giantess had no remorse for them and of her cruel plans for them.

Within a few days, Taylor stared up as the giantess lathered herself up in the shower, towering thousand of miles above them.

THE END.