It was early in the day, and two adolescents had found enough time to
play. They slid around asphalt and concrete on their skateboards.
Both were dressed for the part, allowing oversized t-shirts to flap
in the wind as they skated, while jeans lined with more holes than
Swiss cheese allowed them to experience the morning air on their
legs.
One wearing an
offset cap leaped into the air, allowing his board to flip
underneath. A grunt of admiration was exhaled from his friend, who
then peppered him with praises coated in slang.
The other teen then
swerved around, heading towards a street-side curb. Long hair waved
through the wind as his own board lifted off. It landed, straddling
the curved concrete. He allowed himself to betray an arrogant smile
while his friend hooted and clapped.
A mighty tremor
threw him off balance. The teen tumbled over, giving himself a small
scrape in the knee thanks to his hole-lined denim. He managed to get
on his feet again, while only giving his new injury a cursory glance.
The boy was no stranger to such injuries. However, he, and his
friend, had bigger things on their minds.
They beheld a
titanic woman approaching them. Each step that fell upon the earth
would rumble the ground they stood on. Her massive frame carved
through the sky like a myth. Her comparatively small black tank top
showed off worked, sculpted arms and tough, broad shoulders. Ratty,
blue denim covered her legs, held up by a worn, brown belt.
She took another
step. A line of houses obscured her feet. But each time she lifted
them to advance, the boys could make out brown tennis shoes with
black treads. Her mighty shoes appeared to loom over the residences
with each new footfall. Chunks of concrete and asphalt would rain
from her textured soles, as each casual stride ripped up the road
left in her wake.
Steel gray eyes
caught the sight of the two gawking boys, held still both by awe, and
by instincts only teenage boys could feel when looking upon a young
woman. It mattered not how large she stood. A smile slowly spread
across her lips. Such a gesture, however, did not give them comfort.
Already, her titanic
form blotted out the sun. And, with each pace, she drew herself
closer to the two teens.
Her shoe hovered
over a house, a residence the boys were skating near. With little
hesitation, it fell upon the structure. Wood splintered and glass
shattered underneath black treads. Its entire foundation cracked as
the full weight of the giantess was brought to bear.
In less than a
second, a dwelling had been annihilated. It was not a quaint
structure; a two story house that often provided a cooling shadow in
the evening. Now it its place lay a massive foot, with splinters of
debris and shattered brick sticking out from underneath. The toes and
heel of the great shoe even violated the boundaries of the
neighboring properties.
Her smile only grew,
as she brought her other foot forward. As the boys gazed up the
entirety of her body, there was no doubt where she would place her
other step.
Already, their sight
of her, and everything else that lay above was eclipsed by black
treads. One teenager gulped as he saw remains of a flattened vehicle
practically embedded near the heel section. Neither of them attempted
to escape, for the quaking of their legs proved too great for
immediate action. Perhaps they had realized the inevitable was upon
them.
There was for but a
second, stillness. Then, the tread fell.
Under the weight of
her shoe, their bodies were annihilated. When the bottom of her foot
met the road, the boys were forced flat. Skulls burst, squeezing out
eyeballs, gray matter, and muscle. Bones shattered, mixing along with
the mush of organs. Every component of the human body was ground into
paste.
She then twisted the
offending ped into the road, causing asphalt to crack. The boy’s
remains emulsified into one another, and the dirt below.
A gruff feminine
voice quipped, “Now you really get to eat dirt!”
She lifted off the
offending foot. An area of mashed asphalt marked almost perfectly,
the silhouette of her footwear. Two grotesque spots of red indicated
where the teens once stood. Considering their lifestyle, it was a
likely prospect that their ends would be met performing some
reckless, daring, unnecessary stunt earning them infamy, notoriety,
and even sympathy. None of that would be fulfilled, for they were now
stains on the bottom of a woman’s shoe.
It was indeed, a
haunting implication, one that gave Caitlin a good chuckle, as she
sought out new targets to terrorize.
A school bus had
witnessed her act of terror, and began to alter course. The vehicle
skidded to a stop, leaving dark marks in the road. Caitlin’s fatal
foot had blocked the road ahead, which compelled the yellow truck’s
catastrophic u-turn.
The titaness
witnessed the next object of her amusement take off in the opposite
direction. Despite burning rubber to avoid the catastrophe, the bus
was shaken as a foot landed. The ferocious footwear had obliterated a
front lawn and part of the accompanying house, which lay right next
to the fleeing yellow-clad transport.
Caitlin knelt down
while a hand reached out. She was easily able to anticipate the
vehicle’s path. Her large digits compressed the flanks of the bus,
yanking it off the road. The vessel’s wheels continued to spin,
caused by the driver flooring the accelerator. Yet, the giant’s
grip, and a general lack of traction for the tires, meant that
precious diesel was wasted on a fruitless effort.
In her grip, the
elongated automotive resembled a toy, rather than a complex,
life-sized machine. Such artifacts would have been more fit in the
collection of young boys. A monolithic stature, however, tended
render all great things puny.
The students within
banged against the windows and cried out as they were brought before
Caitlin’s oppressive glare. They witnessed a tongue slither out
between the lips below, which only encouraged their panic.
A small chuckle
escaped her lips. “Hey dude,” she addressed the driver with a
sneer, “I think you’re taking the scenic route.”
Several of the
students covered their ears. The windows on the bus appeared to
vibrate, all from words exiting the massive maw. All experienced a
shift in movement, while Caitlin allowed the vehicle to settle into
her palm.
“Let me show you a
shortcut to the high school,” she offered, although her mocking
tone did not once depart.
Her opposite hand
emerged from behind. Caitlin curled her middle finger, etching the
nail into the pad of her thumb. These monstrous digits were then
planted before the bus’s rear.
Some teens near the
back of the bus had begun realizing what their gigantic captor had
planned. Their revelation only fueled the pandemonium that raged
inside, as they attempted to jam open the emergency exits.
There would be no
escape. Caitlin’s finger flicked forward, bashing the bus’s back
panel. Yellow-coated metal caved in from the impact, adhering to the
shape of the nail that crashed against it. Her finger’s might sent
the bus flying off her hand. True to her word, it was sailing
straight for the school.
The careening
vehicle spun round in the air. None of its occupants, neither the
students nor the bus driver, could get a clear gauge of their
destination. Bodies tumbled throughout the yellow hull. Some lost
consciousness, or even life due to the chaotic course the bus took.
All lives within
ended once the bus smashed into the lot just next to the high school.
Sparks ignited, as windows shattered. The bus’s metal frame was
reduced to a flattened, twisted imitation of itself, sparing no body
within. Meanwhile, the school’s lot proved insufficient to stop all
motion, and thus, the bus careened into the institution itself,
burying itself through several halls and classrooms, before coming to
a stop.
Both of Caitlin’s
arms shot into the air in triumph, “Hah! Bullseye!”
A familiar scent
wafted past her nose. It scrunched up, even though such an odor had
been one of the only common scents throughout her life.
“Ugh, I stink,”
evaluated the giantess, “Gotta freshen up.”
Her feet shifted,
resulting in more damage to the roads she stood on. Caitlin’s eyes
hungrily leered over the roof of each house. She kept her hand
extended, allowing it to hover over the residences in a manner
evocative of an extraterrestrial craft harvesting its next batch of
sapient subjects.
She settled on
another two-story property. While not made from any extravagant
materials, the exterior was covered in a layer of homely bricks.
These bricks crumpled under her fingers as they embedded into the
structure’s broadside. In its totality, the house proved a tad too
great in girth for Caitlin’s gargantuan grip to completely grasp.
Once a good grip was
secured, the titaness yanked off both the roof and top level of the
house. Her extraction was not a clean one, for several rooms and
walls simply crumbled from the sheer destructive force assaulting the
structure. Dust and debris rained down into the level below, coating
every room with crumbs of drywall, wood and even brick.
An eye caught the
sight of a huddled family bunched up within the first floor bathroom.
A husband, slightly balding and just a tad pudgy, was protectively
wrapping his arms around his screaming wife, and two squirming
children. The family’s young ones appeared to be in their early
childhood. Both of their eyes had gone red from tears.
The top of the house
was tossed aside, crashing down and destroying another residence.
Caitlin did not pay any mind to excess collateral she inflicted.
Instead, she choose to remain focused on her prey. As the giantess
peered down, her face filled up the entire viewpoint of the sky.
Steel-colored eyes focused upon the mother. The matriarch had ceased
her hysterics once she recognized that indeed, she had summoned the
unwelcome attention of the behemoth that loomed above.
Five fingers
descended like tentacles from the kraken itself. If she wished it,
Caitlin could have scooped up the entire family herself into the
threatening embrace of her fist. Instead, she attacked with her
index, attempting to pry the woman from her husband’s embrace.
The man was no match
for a single digit, despite his adrenaline-addled struggles. A thumb
was brought around, smashing through the adjacent wall. Her
all-encompassing grip clamped around the woman’s waist, and her
flailing form was brought into the air.
However, her husband
did not relent. The patriarch of the family held desperately on to
his wife’s leg. But, his paltry strength was no match for the
titan, and he was tugged along into the sky as well. Both marital
obligation and basic survival instinct compelled him to retain his
clamp, while he was carried further away from the ground.
Caitlin allowed
herself a small annoyed scowl upon observing she had retrieved a
packaged deal, not a singular item. With a single click of her
tongue, she brought her free hand up, and pinched the father. He was
given a stiff squeeze that proved too much for his frail,
insignificant form. The man immediately burst into a red splotch of
blood, bones and guts. His torso, and legs, or what remained of them,
fell away, while his upper body, including his bloodied lifeless face
and arm, still remained attached to his wife’s leg.
The newly christened
widow let out a howl of despair as she stared down at her husband’s
remains. Frail arms beat against the imposing digits that imprisoned
her. Finally, the last part of husband’s corpse fell away, making
it’s landing and burial place in the remains of his residence.
She brought the
flailing form of the woman to her nose, and took a deep sniff. While
the carnage of moments earlier had brightened mood, upon greedily
consuming her scent, Caitlin gave a devious smile.
“Mmmmh, strawberry
kiwi,” she observed most decadently, “a bit sweet for me, but
it’ll do.”
Her opposing arm
rose, allowing her hair-clogged underarm fresh air. The widow was
brought across her chest, to the bushy, musty area. Her victim was
reduced to an uncontrollable sob, which did not cease, even as she
was brought against this Goliath’s armpit.
Slick threads
molested the woman’s body, while a thin layer of sweat adhered to
her clothes. It was laughable that Caitlin thought her strawberry
kiwi scent would make any difference in such an oppressive canopy.
The woman could only smell her tormentor, and her dominating odor
tormented her so. Her eyes were still watery from her sorrows, and
they would remain so, as her senses were overwhelmed. Wrinkly, oily
flesh molded itself over her face, threatening to swallow the poor
woman up.
Caitlin’s motions
became more aggressive while she rubbed the woman against her pit.
She might as well have been trying to apply a thick layer of
deodorant. It proved to be too much for her victim, as skin, muscle,
and even bone were shredded against her wrinkled, moist, woolly
underarm. Between finger and axilla, the remains of her corpse were
ground into a thick paste that easily coated every tangled hair.
Upon wasting her
latest toy, she ceased her motions. Her armpit was turned towards her
nose. A great inhale was initiated, her odorous musk now enhanced
with a sanguine scent.
“On second
thought,” she considered, “I don’t think that did anything.”
Her eyes fell upon
the remains of the house. The two orphans made not a sound, and could
only tremble. A prudent move would have been to flee the destroyed
residence while Caitlin had tormented their parents, but prudence
fails at such a grotesque sight.
The muscles within
Caitlin’s thigh twitched, and she stood there, contemplating her
next atrocity. Finally, her foot moved, over the house, and into the
adjacent street. Her shadow passed over the two children like an
angel of death witnessing a blood-marked door. Out of the scope of
her power, they would be left to fate itself.
Caitlin continued
treading a path of destruction through the suburban area. Fleeing
pedestrians and wandering cars met their end underneath her shoes.
Her feet razed through several residences, but left others untouched
if they did not find themselves in her way.
There was a
persistent whirring noise in the sky. Two black-clad helicopters
accelerated towards Caitlin’s advancing form. Once in range, they
unleashed their weaponry. Machine guns rattled, while missiles
streaked through the sky, before detonating against the expansive
frame of the giantess. Their efforts resulted in several painful
stings, that left a few small blood splotches on her skin, and tiny
tears in the fabric of her clothes.
She came to a stop.
Her head turned, eyeing the two gunships. One had drawn in too close,
slow to adjust, while the other veered off course. It was the pilot’s
fatal mistake. Caitlin lashed out with a mighty arm. Her biceps and
wrists bulged as she swept out, catching the helicopter with her
forearm. The cockpit crumpled on contact with her tensed skin,
knocking out the pilot, sending the Apache on a tailspin to the
ground.
“Fuck off!” she
exclaimed.
The antagonistic
helicopter crashed, consumed in an orange and black fireball.
Caitlin resumed her
destructive gait. The surviving Apache gave chase, yet saved up the
remainder of its missiles. She was still peppered with repeater fire,
but the helicopter’s armament, which could have easily torn apart
squads of infantry, registered as but an irritating itch to the
titan.
Ahead of her lay the
downtown area. Already, panic had hit the streets. An emergency
klaxon echoed off building walls. Cars jammed the streets, exiting
the backway, attempting to flee in the opposite direction the
giantess approached. All roads leading to the city from the suburbs
that she terrorized were barricaded off. A line of heavily armored
vehicles, including several tanks, and missile trucks stood behind
the barrier. This bastion of defense was supported with infantry with
standard, semi-automatic arms. Rooftops of flanking buildings were
manned by one or two man squads wielding bazookas and 50 caliber
snipers.
Upon observing the
force scrambled to oppose her, Caitlin could only smirk. She did not
slow her pace, but instead, quickened it.
In the center,
standing halfway out of the gunner’s hatch, a man in full Kevlar
wielded a megaphone. His voice was tempered with authority and
military discipline
“Alright Cait,”
he bellowed, “You know the drill.”
“I do,” Caitlin
huffed, deciding to slow, but not stop her approach, “But, did you
figure how your toy soldier army here’s gonna fare?”
The commander’s
expression hardened, “I’ll take that as a thre-”
His words were
interrupted, not by an interjection, but by action. Caitlin broke out
into a sprint, her feet carelessly crushing anything that got in its
way. Asphalt, buildings, vehicles, and people were flattened or
thrown aside as 500 feet of bulky bone and massive muscle tore
through the encroaching suburbs.
Already, several of
the tanks had begun to open fire. Their rounds inflicted pain,
similar to the sting of a hornet. Missiles rocketed out, creating
significant tears in her jeans. Bazookas proved to be the least
effective armament, yet still, they managed to effect noticeable pain
on the bulldozing monster.
Upon a certain
distance away, Caitlin leapt into the air.
For a second, she
was suspended, countless tonnes of titan held up by nothing but her
own momentum. A shadow grew over the military line as she reached the
apex of her jump, and began to descend.
Her feet met the
ground, setting off a purely kinetic detonation that mimicked a heavy
bomb. Surrounding buildings had their windows shattered and faces
deformed by cracks. Foundations sank, unable to handle the influx of
weight put upon them. Three tanks, which lay direction under the
impact zone, were flattened in the same manner as tin cans in a
press, their occupants possessing no chance at survival. Armor and
men were thrown aside, ending as splats against the sides of
buildings, or toppled over in the streets.
The commanding
vehicle suffered little, for the tank was enough distance from the
impact zone. The man inside was barking orders, attempting to rally
and reform the line. His frantic attempts were interrupted, as a
violent jolt rocked him.
Caitlin had claimed
his tank for herself. Its treads secure in her fingers she brought it
up to her face. Meanwhile, on the ground, a foot swept to the side,
knocking asunder a mass of armor that somehow survived her landing.
Her foot overturned the road as it advanced, bunching up asphalt,
dirt, and even foliage as it collected new victims in its path.
The tank in her hand
was lifted above her head. Her eyes followed, devious intent etched
into every fold of her irises. A thumb rested on the top of the
turret, catching the edge of the hatch.
“And this is me
making good on my threat,” she sneered.
She flipped the
hatch open, practically breaking it off. The tank was then turned
over, allowing gravity to take the commander through the opening. He
let out a fatal howl as he beheld where he was headed.
Caitlin’s
all-consuming mouth had opened wide. The commander flailed his arms,
as if he were in water, and his descent would be slowed or even
stopped if he just waved them enough. His destiny was certain,
however, as he passed through her lips, and landed upon her tongue.
The giantess wasted
no time, shutting her mouth, then bringing her tongue back. A
torrential rush of saliva took the commander, overriding any efforts
of his, while her writhing muscle forced him down her throat. With a
great gulp, he was sent in to the oppressive embrace of her
esophagus, which would then squeeze him downward into her gastronomic
chamber.
Her morsel consumed,
Caitlin turned the tank upright, and curled her fingers around the
armored frame. Metal bent and deformed under her fingers. Wheels grew
crooked, and popped out of its sockets. Soon the entire tank was
bunched up in to the shape of the inside of her clenched fist. The
scrunched wreckage was then tossed aside.
Upon crushing the
first line of military defense, she ventured into the urban area.
Unlike the outlying suburbs, there were occasions where Caitlin’s
footfalls would land in a relatively harmless area, only ripping up
roads and grass. Now, in the densely packed downtown, each step was a
catastrophe, crashing into strip malls, compressing multiple lanes of
stopped cars, and annihilating scores of pedestrians as if they were
ants upon the sidewalk.
She was still
pursued by the lone Apache. Its crew was conservative with their
ammunition and they were able to consistently pester her. While they
posed no threat to the giantess, Caitlin couldn’t help, but attempt
to seek some form of relief from their irksome pinpricks. She headed
into an alley, flanked on both sides by tall buildings that came up
to her chin.
The width of the
alleyway proved a tight fit. As she shimmied to her side, her chest
and rear compressed into the sides of the buildings, testing their
structures. Occupants within ran from the windows as they strained
and shattered. A few lost their lives for remaining still,
particularly those given a good view of her bosom and buttocks. A
curious phenomenon, that went unnoticed by Caitlin as she attempted
to squeeze through.
“Of course, you
little bugs can’t accommodate a lady of my size!” she fumed.
Tolerance for such a
poor fit had been exceeded. Her hands pressed against the building to
her front. With a mighty shove, she sent it toppling over. A mass of
steel and glass fell upon pedestrians who had ventured too close.
Smaller buildings, roads and cars were caught underneath the
structures fall. A great fireball erupted from the bulk of the
building upon falling.
Disgruntled, her
rear smashed into the other building, but it held firm. A great
indent, in the shape of two great glutes was left in its face. The
giantess sauntered off, seeking out more murder and mayhem.
…
The state of
emergency had reached all who still occupied a building. Andrew,
still riding from the high of his morning coffee, was sent scrambling
towards the exits. Order was sparse in the office, as people bunched
near the stairwell.
Andrew witnessed a
middle aged man dressed in a white shirt and tie pass by. He was in
management. His flying, flapping nametag read “Lawrence” upon it.
As he drew close, Andrew shouted, “The hell is happening?”
Lawrence turned
towards the sound of his underling’s voice. His head was glistening
with sweat in the florescent light.
“It’s a
giantess,” he informed, attempting to avoid eye-contact with
Andrew, “One of them’s gone bad. It’s …”
The dark-haired man
narrowed his eyes, “What is it?”
With a solemn stare,
Lawrence revealed, “They’re saying it’s Caitlin.”
Andrew’s pale skin
lost what little color he had. Although the environment in the
cubicle-dominated area had become quite heated, he felt quite cold
himself. A nightmare scenario he had silently feared was coming to
fruition.
With little
acknowledgment, he broke into a sprint. He flew past the crowded
stairways, and towards the elevators. A frantic finger jammed the
“up” button. His efforts were rewarded with the opening of a set
of stainless steel doors.
From beyond the
doors, he heard the desperate, if scolding voice of his manager,
“Andy! Andy! Follow the group! You’re going the wrong way!
Andrew!”
The elevator ride
felt an eternity. Only one button on the panel had been illuminated,
the one leading to the top-most level. Andrew felt a shift in
momentum as the elevator came to a stop. He stepped out, then ran
through the emergency roof access, finding them curiously unlocked.
Venturing into the
outdoors, he picked up a charred smell. Emergency sirens filled the
air from all corners of the town. Such sounds rang in his ears,
almost causing him to lose his balance.
He raced to the
balcony, coming to a stop against thin metal railing. Andrew’s
breath was taken from him as he beheld the destruction. From
collapsed buildings, destroyed vehicles and torn up roads, he was not
sure if a giantess had gone through the town, or a tornado.
His heart sank upon
picking up the familiar sounds of booming stomps. It was something
that had once raises his spirits, and provoked awe, even admiration
from him. Now, the earth shattering footfalls of his wife could only
provoke terror.
Dark eyes spotted
the monster, but he wished he could have scratched them out then and
there. But his eyes dared to remain open, in fact, they were stuck in
that state. Andrew could sympathize with the psychotic Alex DeLarge
for once, for he could not blot out the terrible scene of her shoes
falling upon occupied cars and terrified civilians. He could not
banish from his mind, the look of absolute glee as she massacred and
massacred again. He wished the scene of ultraviolence was a bad piece
of cinema he was forced to watch, for what occurred before him was no
movie. To him, it was all too real.
His ears picked up
the familiar rattle of a machine gun. The black Apache attack
helicopter still harassed the rampaging giantess. Another salvo of
its hellfire missiles streaked towards her hulking frame. Despite
deadly explosions, Caitlin emerge as well as she could have. Still,
damage had accumulated on the giantess. Her clothes sported several
rips and tears, while splotches of blood blotted parts of her exposed
skin.
A scowl crossed her
face as she faced her most persistent irritant. She stopped in her
tracks, turning her body to face off against the black helicopter.
“Buzz off you
little fly,” she spat most spitefully, “You’re doing fuck all
except pissing me off!”
The Apache responded
to this insult by firing off another round of machine gun rounds.
“Alright,”
Caitlin huffed as minuscule shells bounced against her relatively
thick skin, “I’m putting my foot down!”
The giantess removed
one of her shoes, ripping off the athletic footwear from her foot.
Her shoulder bulged as her arm winded back, before launching the shoe
like a great projectile towards the apache.
Her shoe flew wide.
Instead it crashed into a crowd of pedestrians painting the street,
the bottom of the shoe, and the adjacent buildings red with blood.
No sooner than she
had tossed the first shoe, off came the second. Unlike her first
attempt, her aim was on-point. Yet, the helicopter swerved
immediately to the side, causing the pedal projectile to whiff. The
front of the loose footwear embedded itself into the face of an
apartment building.
“Lucky bastard,”
fumed the titaness.
A nostril expanded,
as Caitlin snorted. Moments later, she launched a vicious glob of
phlegm from her mouth. Her aim was on target, and her fluids flew
faster than a large, clunky shoe ever could. Struck by the viscous
saliva, the helicopter was sent into a spin. Foamed saliva obscured
the pilot’s viewpoint, while mucus clogged and dragged the
mechanics of the gunship. It met its end, crashing into a building,
resulting in complete annihilation.
Caitlin let out a
sigh of relief, as she continued her path of destruction throughout
the town. Her steps brought her close to the building Andrew stood on
top of. He felt his legs tremble as he witnessed her leviathan of a
physique pass overhead. The office Andrew was employed at was a
formidable structure. He found himself even with the bottom of
Caitlin’s bosoms. Dark eyes were transfixed on her swaying arms.
Even in their relaxed state, muscles still bulged within tanned skin.
Her eyes wandered as
she continued on her self-determined trail. It was clear that she was
completely oblivious to his presence. The office man swallowed down a
mighty lump down his throat.
“Caitlin!”
His voice rang,
appearing to echo around the whole town. At the same time, he felt
like a mouse, as if his squeaks were barely audible to even the
smallest of children in a busy town.
She gave no
indication of hearing him.
“Caitlin!” he
shouted out once more. He leapt up and down, while waving his arms
wildly in the air.
Finally, the
giantess came to a stop. Caitlin had almost made it past the hulk of
the office structure. Now, she turned back, giving the minuscule
frame of Andrew a fearsome, if indifferent glare.
Andrew felt the
ground beneath him tremble as she approached. He wondered if the
structural integrity of the building would even hold from the tremors
he experienced. His gentle wife’s expansive chest nearly eclipsed
the view of her face. Only her eyes, the eyes of which burned with
something wicked, he could see in full.
Slowly, she leaned
down. Andrew felt himself shrink, although he remained the same
stature as before. Caitlin’s glare appeared to weight down upon
him. No longer was he a man, he was naught but a speck.
“Who are you? And why do you speak as if you matter to me?”
Words could not
escape Andrews stuttering mouth. Great rivers of sweat poured down
his face. Dark eyes, usually so calm and mischievous, were now wide,
and they darted wildly about.
“I-” he finally
spat out, “You don’t remember?”
He witnessed mighty
eyebrows furrow before him. “I’ve squished hundreds of you bugs
so far,” Caitlin explained, “Don’t expect me to memorize every
one of you I missed.”
Andrew’s lungs
burned from his extensive heaving. “I’m your husband.”
For a second, the
noise of the world grew silent. Caitlin’s face was still, as if the
words flowed around her with out reaching her ears.
She broke the
horrifying quiet. A haughty laugh burst from her mouth, knocking
Andrew off balance, and pummeling his spirit. “Oh man! Oh man,
that’s rich. Just rich …”
Her eyes then
widened, as she realized, “Oh wait.”
A belittling bellow
soon followed, even louder than the one preceding it. Caitlin found
the need to lean over, for her diaphragm struggled to force out every
raucous guffaw. Soon, she calmed, wiping off a tear from her face.
“Fuck me,” she
exclaimed, “I forgot all about that! Goddamn did I waste a lot of
time on that!”
There was a million
ways Caitlin could have hurt Andrew. The words that stabbed at his
heart proved the most agonizing.
“You …” he
whispered, “… But you ...”
“But what bug?”
she interrupted, drawing her face ever closer to Andrew’s cowering
form, “Or did you actually think I gave a fuck? You’re as big as
my nip!”
Her eyes practically
rolled, as a stray finger curled her thick dark auburn locks.
“Seriously,” she
continued, “Your dust-brain probably even thought my acting was
actually genuine whenever you decided to try fucking me!”
Andrew shook his
head furiously, “No … this is wrong … there’s more to this! I
.. I never knew …”
“Yeah,” Caitlin
stated, “Well having an ant as a pet is fun, but then comes time to
squish the bastard. They probably don’t know the reason why
either.”
The office man saw a
hand loom over the horizon of the railing.
“Speaking of
which…”
Andrew was plucked
from the top of the building. Caitlin rose up to her full posture,
dangling her listless husband in front of her face. In her eyes,
Andrew could recognize nothing of what he knew in just he day before.
It was as if her kind soul had simply departed, leaving something far
different behind.
“To be fair,”
she continued, her tone becoming slightly sympathetic, “I was
stupid enough to marry you. Should’ve done a good ol’ fuck and
forget, but noo, I wanted to play the long game. And believe me,
every fuck with you is easy to forget, ‘cause nothing happens.”
Even in her power,
Caitlin was content to leave the body of her husband intact, settling
for crushing his spirit. Much like so many of her victims before, his
will crumbled underneath her overwhelming power.
“There was more,”
Andrew pleaded, “There was more to our marriage than-”
“Bullshit!” she
cursed, still wearing a jovial grin, “No wonder why you were so
duped! Hell, marriage is bullshit anyway. I had to put up with your
nonexistent ass for two years, crawling around, thinking you own the
place, whining about how messy it is all the time, thinking I gave a
fuck when you said I stink.”
“I … I …”
he sputtered, as he continued to wither away, “I can …
accommodate… I wish to-”
“There’s no
point. Besides, you’re a fuckin’ speck, nothing you do ever
matters. Wait, fuck, what was your name again?”
Caitlin’s eyes
shifted, checking the skies. Moving back to the one who called
himself her husband, she turned around, placing her rear against the
side of the building. Several employees had been streaming outside,
taking care to avoid the great form of the giantess. Upon witnessing
what she was about to do, their paces became panicked.
“Let’s take a
seat, you measly stain.” she derided, “There is one thing you can
do for me.”
Her derriere slid
against the steel frame, teasing the strength of glass and steel.
There was a scream from below as the evacuating crowd witnessed the
might rear smash into the ground below. A few abandoned cars had been
tucked next to the hulk of the building, they were flattened
immediately as Caitlin took a seat. Her legs bent, almost bringing
her knees against her chest.
Andrew felt his
stomach in his throat as he descended with her. His legs swung
around, flailing from a multitude of forces. Caitlin’s massive
digits still retained their oppressive grip. It lacked the usual
warmth and care he had grown accustomed to, but still retained the
unfathomable strength that felt a hair’s breath away from smashing
him into oblivion.
So close he was to
her mouth, that each word she spat out sent his body in an
uncontrollable swing.
“You see, due to
your … let’s say,” she began, “… microscopic pecker, I
really had to compensate.”
Her other hand
emerged, grasping an object. It was not something she had retrieved
from the city, not a piece of debris, not another unfortunate victim,
nor vehicle or armor. What was grasped in her hand was long, about as
long as several train cars. It was stark black in color and
cylindrical in shape. The object possessed a certain flexibility as
it flopped in the air. Near one end, it was covered with a patterned
array of bumps, whose purpose could only be speculated on. The cusp
of the dark object was slightly swollen, curved into a mushroom-like
dome.
There was little
doubt what she held. Andrew simply wished it was not so.
“Little anty, say
hello to Captain Penetrator!” Caitlin gleefully announced.
She shook the
imitation phallus, allowing its lewd end to wobble most crudely in
the air. A small chuckle escaped her mouth.
Despite Caitlin’s
mocking instruction, Andrew kept his mouth sealed. At this, she
scoffed, “You really should play nice you ungrateful insect, the
ol’ Captain was the reason you even made it past the six-month
mark.”
If Andrew was not
compelled to say anything, her statement made him even less so. In
fact, his entire body was rendered limp, as if his neck had been
snapped. Aside from uneven, sharp breaths, it was most difficult to
differentiate Andrew’s form from that of a corpse.
“Ah, cat got your
tongue?” she observed. She placed his still form upon the cusp of
her bosoms, which proved perky enough to prevent him from sliding
down their rounded tracts.
“Realizing that
some sex toy’s a better husband than you could ever be?” she
continued, “Don’t be sad, really, an ant like you never even
stood a chance.”
Her freed hand had
flown to her jeans. A snap undid her button, before she drew the
zipper down, exposing gray panties with a strange dark stain down the
middle. In one go, she slid both her pants and underwear to her
ankles, before utilizing her legs to fling off her disrobed articles.
The jeans ended up as a heavy denim canopy upon a shorter, stouter
office building just down the street, while her panties were still
stuck inside.
The giantess’s
thighs were laid bare. Bulging muscle pulsed, adding curved divots
and valleys to her otherwise smooth thighs and calves. Where her legs
met, within lay a dark forest, guarding a luscious entrance that was
already dripping wet.
However, her bare
bottom had become familiar with the carnage that lay on the ground,
as chunks of debris and shards of glass tickled the blubbery
exterior.
“Ugh,” lamented
Caitlin, “fuckin glass, this certainly ain’t the best seat in the
house.”
Her focus resumed on
Andrew, and the massive mockery of manhood clutched in her fist.
“Now, let’s be
honest, the Captain ain’t flawless here,” she elaborated, “He
needs a little juice to get him started.”
A hand dipped down,
diving into the frantic stream of people still exiting the building.
A score of men and women in professional wear were scooped up. Their
thrashing forms were dwarfed by her fingers. Andrew even caught the
form of his boss wailing against the titan’s imposing thumb.
Caitlin opened her
hand, bringing the squirming mass under the shadow of the rubber
phallus. Her opposite hand then brought the floppy toy down,
impacting with a slap on her palm. At least eight were smashed
underneath the vulgar plaything, while the others began to scramble
to the edge. At this moment, they appeared to prefer the pain of
death from a long fall, than suffer whatever torment the giantess had
in store from them. Screams and shouts clogged the surface of her
awesome appendage, as she savored the pandemonium manufactured by
mere foreplay.
Their howls of
terror only grew as her fingers curled around the girth of the toy.
Two workers managed to slip between the digits, falling down a great
height to the ground below. Andrew did not trace the path of their
fall to confirm their survival or demise, for morbid curiosity
affixed his view to the scene before him.
All her captives,
both alive and dead, were trapped against the rubber surface of the
plaything. Slowly, her hand advanced the length of the shaft,
beginning a vulgar stroke. Andrew heard guttural shrieks devolve into
bloody squelches, for a crimson paint began to coat the exterior of
the phallus. Crunches of bone echoed throughout the city, as fully
adult men and women were mashed into an incomprehensible plaster of
mixed body matter. Parts, whether they be loose organ or pieces of
bone leaked between fingers as the giantess continued to pump her
favorite toy.
Her efforts left the
phallus with a glistening sheen. The top half of it was coated in a
chunky emulsification. Caitlin gave the toy two mighty shakes,
freeing several fractured skeletons that adhered to the toy’s
phallic might.
“Haven’t had
some lube like this in a long time,” she commented with glee,
“Really lends itself to some texture!”
A bloody hand
reached for Andrew. Sanguine matter smeared his face, as he was
plucked from the platform of her chest. He was brought down, past her
heaving bosoms, past her taut stomach, before coming to a stop before
a great forest. A sight that used to elicit such joy and devotion
from him, now only served to sicken each of his senses. Fishy odors
were clogged with lust, and only lust. There was no love to be made
in the engorged slit.
“Alright
hubby-wubby-bobubby,” mocked the voice from above, “Let me give
you an up close and personal demonstration of just where you fall
short.”
Andrew was smashed
against the lips of her labia. Muggy musk overpowered his nose, while
her touch enslaved him and violated his spirit. He felt tears welling
up, while down below, he still harbored a sick sense of arousal that
betrayed his very constitution.
He was allowed
enough freedom to be able to turn his head away from her imposing
loins. However, the broken man would come to regret his action. The
vulgar head of the beast she clutched was making its way straight for
her crotch. Andrew was just in the way.
The rubber tip
assaulted him, forcing him within the most intimate parts of his
tormentor. Finally, the despair he had held within was let out as a
haunting cry that would never escape the dripping cavern he found
himself enclosed in.
Further and further
in he was forced, until he was pushed up against her cervix.
Thankfully, the head of the rubber monster had retreated. But relief
would be short-lived.
Like a mighty
locomotive, the toy phallus rammed into him, smashing Andrew up
against the end of her cave. With one powerful pump, he felt his ribs
crack, and blood burst from his mouth. His mortal liquid mixed with
the sensuous release that surrounded his puny body.
Again he was smashed
by the false manhood, shattering his jaw. And again, and again, and
again would he be struck as the toy stormed Caitlin’s nethers. Her
offensive was purely mechanical, too much like that of a piston. He
may as well have been surrounded by sterile metal and smashed by a
hydraulic press. Pleasure was an afterthought, while pain had his
day. Pleasure was the only thing this leviathan sought, not joy, not
happiness, not love. Pleasure was what he would be drowned in.
As Caitlin reached
the brink, her hand became a blur. Her thrusting had shifted into a
furious affair. At one point, was the sensation so great, she splayed
her legs out. One of her socked feet caught an armored vehicle,
trapping it under her toes. As arousal mounted, her toes curled,
crushing the military vessel, and damning each of its occupants to a
bloody demise that soaked into the fabric covering her sole.
Ecstasy struck, and
Andrew was smashed one last time against the wall. A flood of viscous
discharge washed up against him, shredding off bits of skin and
muscle from sheer pressure alone. This discharge found its way
outside of Caitlin, drooling from her womanly maw, before pooling
under her thighs into an obscene puddle.
With something
resembling delicacy, she extracted the pseudo-phallus from her
luscious lips. Andrew was stuck to the tip, and barely resembled what
he was before. He was a mass of broken bones, and bloody limbs that
still somehow hung together in something resembling a human body.
Matted hair hung over his face, obscuring annihilated cheekbones, and
a missing jaw. What clothes remained on him stuck to his battered
body in tattered bits.
An eye of his
remained functional, wide and bloodshot. It hung on the titan before
him, beholding not the face of a vengeful goddess, but that of a lewd
girl, winding down from a session of erotic consequences. A toothy
smile formed on her face, as she viewed the splattered mess on her
favorite toy.
“I see you’ve
been properly educated on how to please a woman,” she observed,
“Shoulda had that in your portfolio a couple years earlier, eh?”
What was left of
Andrew’s mouth opened. A gurgle of blood exited.
Caitlin rolled her
eyes, “Oh come on. That was just a little lovin’! Seriously, it’s
pathetic you’re this way with me going full steam ahead.”
The head of the
phallus was brought to her face. Heavy, musty breath tickled what
remained of Andrew’s nerves.
In a fearsome
whisper, she struck the last blow, “You aren’t even decent lube.”
A silver eye briefly
veered down to her retreating vulva.
“You’ve never
filled me up down there.” she claimed, “I wonder how you’ll do
in here?”
Her mouth took in
the entire top of the phallus. Saliva washed Andrew down her throat.
Each time he was smacked into an organic wall, he felt a piece of him
break off. Everywhere he was dragged, his broken form trailed blood.
Eventually, he was banished down her esophagus, the squeezing action
of her tube, crushing which organs lay intact.
As he was deposited
in acidic bile, life still clung to him like a disease. Corrosive
liquid seeped into every corner of his body, activating the rest of
his nervous system with agony. In the dim light of Caitlin’s
stomach, he saw another, unfortunate shape float face down,
completely still.
Andrew
His throat had been
smashed, and what was left of his vocal chords had dissolved. He had
no voice, but he wished he could scream. And screamed he did, in a
silent, horrifying matter. All functions of his were rendered inert,
all from mundane acts of loveplay and dining from the one he called
his wife.
Andrew!
He
felt her stomach begin to churn. There was a certainty that the
motion had forced his frail legs to detach from
the rest of his body. Bits of
skin and muscle had begun to turn to sludge. It was a violent effort
for something so little, a morsel that wouldn’t even register as a
snack once she was through with him.
ANDREW!
Waves
of acid drowned his debilitated lungs, making each labored breath
pure torture. His pain would go unnoticed, contained to this vast,
gastronomic atrium. Not even a passing memory would be left of his
insignificant life, for how could he compare to such a being? What
delusion’s compelled him to convince himself that he was more than
a bug to this goddess of might and destruction? Dust he was, but less
than dust would be become.
“ANDREW!”
A
scream of despair shredded his thoat, as he felt himself jostled on
the pillow. Frantically, his arms and legs struggled against a great
mass that had pinned him down. His mind made fresh the sting of acid
that had just inflamed his sweaty skin.
“ANDREW!
PLEASE!”
The
desperate shout of his wife ceased his howls. He drew in rapid
breaths, threatening to burst his lungs. Andrew tamed his arms and
legs, now no longer resisting against the imposing form of his wife’s
finger.
Her
mighty digit relieved him, slowly drawing away. Andrew wiped down his
sweltering face with both hands, before turning to the side.
Caitlin’s
massive face loomed majestically, a vista in of itself. It was
halfway buried inside the pillow they both resided on. Her lush lips
had parted slightly, allowing slow steady breaths to pass through
that wrapped around his entire body in the same manner as an
invisible blanket. Locks of dark auburn hair hung over her eyes.
It
was her steely orbs that captivated him. They were filled with
concern, pity, even sorrow. Her lips closed, almost forming into a
soft pout. Only moments
earlier, were they dominated by arrogance, malice, and ridicule. No
longer did her cold gaze stab at his heart.
He let not a word
escape him. Not even a sarcastic quip could be composed to alleviate
his wife’s apparent anxiety. Silence fell upon them. Only the sound
of Caitlin’s breathing filled the bedroom.
“You had that
nightmare again, didn’t you?” she asked, still keeping her voice
soft and breathy.
Her husband
immediately turned away, curling up his lanky form.
“Andrew,” she
begged, “please.”
Shame caused him to
hide his face. A red blush warmed his cheeks.
“I … I’m sorry
… sorry for waking you up.” he muttered meekly.
“Shoot, don’t
even apologize,” she rebuked, “I just wanna make sure you’re
okay.”
The terrain of the
pillow shifted, as Caitlin attempted to scoot closer to the cowering
form of her husband. An apparent shiver ran down his body. Pain
stabbed Caitlin’s chest, as she witnessed this brief episode of
instinctual fear. Even tears were on the verge of leaking out from
the ducts within her eyes.
However, he had
managed to calm down. He uncurled himself, and laid flat. Caitlin had
brought her hand forward once more, allowing her great index finger
to softly caress her husband. Immediately, the muscles in his
minuscule form relaxed, and so did she.
Her finger was drawn
away, but her head leaned in. A tender kiss submerged her husband in
her lips. The mouth that had disposed of him within his nightmare was
now tending to his every need in the real world. As her mouth
retreated, Andrew’s sweat had been supplanted with a thin coating
of saliva.
“Don’t worry
Andrew,” she assured, “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
Andrew could finally
bring himself to face his wife once more. Her finger had returned to
tending to him, stroking down his back. She could feel every
infinitesimal vertebrae that lined his spine. The digit experienced
the small swelling and contracting of his diaphragm, now far more
relaxed and steady. Caitlin would have to admit to herself, that she
required her tending of Andrew almost as much as he did.
As the couple locked
eyes with one another, Andrew could observe her lips purse, as if
something had provoked her anger.
“She’s an
ungrateful cunt you know,”
“Cait?” he
exclaimed with uncertainty. Deep within, however, there was no doubt
as to whom she was addressing.
“I know what she
was saying to you, in your nightmare,” she continued, “I know why
you believe what she says. If she thinks that, she’s an ungrateful
cunt.”
Andrew shook his
head, “Caitlin, let it go, you’re right, it’s just a nightmare,
I don’t want to tal-”
“She doesn’t
know how good she has it, being married to you,” his wife declared.
Resolve was the entirety of her glare. He witnessed the arm that had
stretched over to attend him involuntarily flex, demonstrating her
bulky might.
A rosy blush was
upon him again. He shook his head once more, far more fiercely this
time around. One of his hands rose to shield his face, as his heart
beat with a mixture of conflicting emotions.
From out of the
silence, he found within himself a relic of his old snark, “Heh,
you really lay it on thick do you? You don’t have to exag-”
“I ain’t lying.
You just don’t want to admit it.”
In a simple phrase,
Andrew’s silver tongue was transmuted to lead.
He had become
immediately aware that the moisture coating his body had turned the
room frigid. An involuntary shiver rocked his entire body.
A sharp inhale was
heard from his wife. Concern came over her once more.
“Andy?” she
prodded, “You look cold. Do you want me to hold you?”
No, you stink.
And yet, you have the audacity to make the luckiest man in the world.
“I don’t want to
bother you,” he begrudgingly answered.
“Please.”
He did not verbalize
his wishes. However, he did draw his hand from his face, revealing
the remains of his embarrassed blush. Andrew’s expression, always
sharp and piercing, ready to gauge weakness, had notably softened.
Fingers wrapped
around him. He was lifted, before Caitlin’s other hand fell on top
of him. Andrew was enclosed in a small little room, made up entirely
of his wife’s hands. Both were then brought to her, nestled just
underneath her chest. Andrew felt the rumble of his wife’s might
heartbeat, as he snuggled up against one of her palms.
Caitlin lay on her
side, allowing her knees to curl up. It was as if her own body was
forming some sort of great enclosure, so as to not allow anything
past her to get to her own beloved.
“Sleep easy Andy.”
she whispered down to her enclosed hands, “She can’t hurt you
there. I’ll protect you. I’ll protect you from any fucker that
wants to hurt you.”
In the heat of her
grip, against the monolithic silhouette pf her body, Andrew was
lulled to sleep. Her heart still rumbled his own resting form, while
the sound of bass-heavy breathing soothed his unconscious instincts.
For the rest of the
night, the nightmare no longer haunted him. Neither, did he dream. In
a way, Andrew’s own life had become as a dream in of itself.