A Goddess Awakens – Chapter 6
Tom felt consciousness seeping back
into his body, soreness too. His muscles throbbed, tired and cramped.
The alarm went off.
Oh,
he thought, better
get ready for work.
He
threw off the comforter, rolled onto his side, and levered himself up
with his arms until his feet touched the floor.
Yawning,
Tom
noticed that Kate wasn’t in bed.
Must
have gone off to work already,
he thought, though he was pretty sure that this was supposed to be
one of her days off. That’s retail scheduling for you. Maybe they’d
had to call her in. She’d have left a note somewhere if that was
the case.
The
alarm buzzed
away,
so Tom picked up his phone, dismissed the alarm, and unhooked it from
it’s charging cable. He looked down idly at the floor. A group of
about two dozen tiny little men were creeping across it, apparently
agitated and talking to each other from the looks of it, though they
were too small for Tom to make anything out. He remembered.
Tom
slammed his foot down into the mob catching most of them underneath.
As he pressed his weight down they squished with a very satisfying
crunching noise. He figured that Kate had somehow added to or at
least amplified the crunching noises to make crushing them more
satisfying. It certainly did the trick. All the dead ones evaporated
into mist, and those still alive scrambled for
safety underneath the
nightstand. That left a couple of living, but seriously maimed, ones
writhing on the floor. Tom looked down at them, narrowing his eyes.
“This
is what you get boys. It’s jerks like you that make it harder for
decent upstanding sadists, like myself, to meet women, so maybe think
about that for awhile, huh?”
Tom
left them to their fate on the floor, whatever that might be. He
found some boxers, put on his fuzzy blue bathrobe, and made his way
down the stairs. As he did, Tom heard the clatter of activity coming
up from the kitchen. Along with it came a more familiar sound, Kate
humming and half singing to herself.
He
got to the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen. Kate
turned to face him, a big happy smile plastered across her face. She
was wearing her own bathrobe, a fuzzy rose pink affair. She padded
over to Tom, leaned in and gave him a nice little peck on the lips.
“Morning,
babe.”
“Good
morning,” Tom said, wrapping his arms around his fiance.
“I’ve
fixed some breakfast for the two us.” She snuggled her head into
the hollow of Tom’s neck. He savored the feel of her hair against
skin.
“You never make breakfast.” He
said.
“I did this morning. Can’t a
goddess do something nice for her number one acolyte?”
“Of course, so what exactly are we
having? I don’t smell any cooking smells.”
“Oh, goddesses don’t have to
bother with all that stuff, now have a seat, so we can eat, and I can
tell you about the plan for today.”
Tom went over to the table and saw
that two places had been set already, one at the head and one right
next to it. Both had empty bowls set down with a spoon laid
alongside. Each place also had a glass filled with orange juice.
“Now, take your place.” Kate
said.
Tom considered taking the head of
the table for only a fraction of a second, before sitting in the
place next to it.
“That’s a good little worshiper,
dear.” Kate said.
Tom sat as Kate came up next to him.
She produced a cereal box from somewhere. The box was plain white
with black text reading:
CORNFLAKES
&
???
She tipped the box out over the
clean white bowl. Golden cereal flakes tumbled out. Tom noticed
something else falling amid the flakes, little men.
“Aw,” he said, “this kind of
breakfast.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Kate said, “The
girls and I had such a fun lunchtime yesterday, and I felt a little
sad that you had to miss out. So I decided that if tinies can be a
good lunch, they’d probably make a good breakfast too.”
“I’ll try anything once.” Tom
said.
“Don’t I know it.”
When Kate judged the bowl to be
sufficiently full of flakes and men, (She went for a 2 to 1 flake to
tiny ratio.) she put down the box, pulled out a jug of milk, and
poured it over the flakes and people alike.
“Where did you get the tinies?”
tom Asked.
“Well, I could have just zapped
them in there of course, but what fun would that have been? Instead I
went around the house hunting them all down and scooping them up with
the dustpan. I managed to collect a few hundred, and barely any of
them got crushed or maimed on the way to the kitchen. Then I threw
them all into the colander and gave them a good long rinse, to make
them suitable for consumption.”
Tom looked down into his bowl.
Seeing the tiny men struggling amid the flakes, and now the flood of
dairy goodness pouring over them amused him.
Kate then served herself, took her
place at the head of the table, and poofed the cereal box and milk to
elsewhere.
Tom took up his spoon and carefully
dipped it down into the bowl. He lifted it out, looking into the mix
of flakes, milk, and humans filling it. He popped it into his mouth,
and pulled it out clean. Tom held his mouthful.
Kate watched him in rapt attention,
eager to see his reaction.
Tom closed his eyes and took in the
sensations. He could actually feel them. He could feel the little men
squirming and panicking. Tom could taste them. They tasted slightly
sweet and savory, a little like salted caramel. He began chewing, and
could hear the little screams and felt there bones disintegrating
into mush between his teeth. The combination was very stimulating. He
swallowed.
Kate watched his throat flex.
“Well?” She asked.
“You’ve made the best breakfast
ever.”
“Of course I have, and what do you
say to someone who’s made you, specifically you, the best breakfast
ever?”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, what?”
“Thank you, Goddess.”
“That’s better.” Kate smirked.
“‘Your eminence’, or ‘divine one’ or even ‘your worship’
would also be acceptable.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
Kate scooped
up a spoonful for herself, and crunched it down as it yelped and
screamed.
They sat there just eating for bit,
enjoying a quiet moment of domestic bliss
between the two of them.
“I called off the press conference
for today,” Kate said. “I sent word out to the world’s media
that I would be available again in two days time. That should be
enough.”
“Enough for what, Goddess?” Tom
asked.
“Finishing out week one as
Goddess. I plan to answer some prayers, set up a functional
afterlife, and make the initial appointments for my divine
hierarchy.”
Tom swallowed a mouthful of whole
tinies he’d intentionally refrained from chewing. “That sounds
like a lot for a couple of days.”
“It shouldn’t be too bad. I’ll
have you and my new acquaintances to help.”
“How can I
help?” Tom asked.
“Oh lots of ways.” Kate said.
“Despite your subordinate status here, I consider your opinion
second only to mine. I respect and love you, you non-divine oaf.”
Tom blushed to hear such praise.
“Don’t be modest Tommy. You’re
a pretty smart guy sometimes, and a very creative problem solver.
That’s why you’re going to help me sort through and answer my
initial batches of prayers this morning.”
“I see,” Tom said, “How many
do you expect there to be?”
“Oh, only a billion or so. I set
up my mailbox to screen out anything that seemed too ‘spammy’ or
frivolous. That’s what the app I put on my phone said anyway.”
“A billion sounds like a lot.”
“To you mortals perhaps, but with
my Goddess senses I can actually sort through masses of information
very quickly, as long as it’s in prayer form, anyway.”
“I see, so are we doing this up in
the office?”
“Seems like that would be the
proper environment.”
They rinsed out their dishes in the
sink, washing a few remaining uneaten tinies down the drain, and went
upstairs to their little office.
Kate plopped down in her office
chair and pressed the power button on her desktop computer. Tom
rolled
over his own chair and sat down next to her. The two of them waited
for the computer to boot up.
“Ugh,” Kate ugh’d, “all this
power and I can’t speed up my boot time just because it doesn’t
give me a special tingle.”
She saw a six-incher running out of
hiding and stomped him flat. He moaned and wriggled in agony under
her bare sole.
“Well,” Kate said, “here’s a
distraction at least.”
Tom watched, not wanting to miss a
moment.
Kate brought her foot up. The little
man stuck to it from his own tacky gore, but Kate shook and wriggled
her foot, and he dropped back onto the floor fast enough. Kate
examined his body. Blood oozed out of his sides, which appeared to
have had the ribs crushed outward, piercing his
through his skin.
He twitched and shuddered. Kate heard his pained moans and sobs. She
might
have felt pity, if she didn’t know exactly what he had done to the
various women in his life. As it stood, his sobs only gave her the
thrill of domination; the electric sweet taste of her sadistic
desires fulfilled. She felt momentarily torn between letting him
suffer on the floor, and just crushing the life out of him to get it
over with. Tom’s foot moved in.
“Let’s do it together.” He
said.
Kate smiled in delight, and the two
of them dropped their feet together in a perfectly synchronized
crush, on top of the dying man. Tom’s flattened his legs and torso,
and Kate’s mashed in his upper torso and skull.
Kate’s computer made a chiming
noise. It was fully booted.
They wiggled their toes together
relishing the pulpy feeling of the man’s remains squishing between
them until they disintegrated away.
“Oh, that was so fun.” Kate
said. “I can’t wait until we do a rampage together again. We’ve
get to try that synchronized couples’ squishing thing on a bigger
scale, like, with a whole mob of people.”
“Once you’ve made an afterlife?”
Tom asked.
“Yeah, I plan to get started on it
tomorrow. In fact, after I get done checking and answering prayers I
need to remember to send out messages to my guests from yesterday
inviting them and a plus one each, to help me brainstorm some
afterlife ideas.”
“Cool,” Tom said.
Kate turned her attention back to
the screen. She grasped her mouse and slid the cursor over an icon
that hadn’t been on her desktop only a couple days earlier.
To Tom it looked like a pixel
image of the cover of the “How to Be a Goddess…” book Kate
had
received in the mail.
She double clicked the icon.
“What’s that?” Tom asked.
“This software came with the
book.” Kate said as she watched a quick loading screen, also
featuring an image of the book cover. “It’s supposed to help me
track prayers, divine goals, and progress; it should also help me
organize whatever churches or temples my followers establish.”
“I see,” Tom said. “Sort of a
personal organizer for divinities?”
“Exactly, I just need to open the
prayers window.”
She clicked through a drop down
menu, and eventually a window looking very much like a standard
e-mail inbox appeared. Kate stared intently. Tom saw that her eyes
were giving off a bit of their divine glow. She scrolled down through
the messages far faster than Tom could even begin to follow. It
seemed like she only stopped for fraction of fractions of seconds to
review each message, barely perceptible to Tom’s mortal senses. It
took a couple of minutes, but soon Kate was done, and the glow
receded from her eyes.
“Done?” Tom asked.
“Only beginning,” Kate said.
“I’ve reviewed all billion or so prayers and requests, now I have
to answer some. Luckily, a lot of them fall into a few basic
categories.”
“Yeah?” Tom asked.
“Yep,” Kate answered. “For
example more than half are people saying things along the lines of
‘you’re not god’, ‘this is blasphemous’, and so forth. I’m
sending them all a standard boilerplate message that as goddess, I
don’t care about their opinions, but they are also unworthy of
immediate smiting, therefore they will simply be blocked from my
mailbox for the next month, and then we’ll see if they have
anything serious to pray for after a few cities have been crushed.”
“Seems fair.” Tom said.
Kate clicked and tapped away. After
a bit, her computer made a chiming noise.
“There,” Kate said, “but you
know, if I just keep going like this with the old mouse and keyboard
interface, this is still going to take all day. I read in the book
that there’s an alternate interface option. Let me check out the
menus for a second.”
Tom watched as Kate clicked around
various menus and sub-menus.
“Ah,” she said in a tone of
realization. “Here we go.”
The screen flickered a bit as if
changing screen resolution, and then went back to normal.
“Okay, alright,” Kate said, “I
can now simply will my responses to the various messages, and send
instructions mentally, through the Wi-Fi. That will make this go much
faster.”
“Okay.”
“Alright, I’m going through the
messages mentally, another large segment is sad stuff that I can’t
actually do anything about; sick children, ruined businesses, and
things like that. To them I’m sending a simple, sympathetic message
expressing my sympathy over their circumstances, explaining that even
my power has certain limits, and apologizing directly for not being
able to intervene.”
“That really sucks.”
“Tell me about it. If I could just
grow or shrink these people to cure their cancer, or stomp their
loved ones back to life I would. Hopefully, we can think of some
sexier solutions to those things in time, but for now I can’t do
much.”
“Oh…” Tom started, but stopped
himself. “No, maybe I shouldn’t suggest this.”
“C’mon babe, I value your input
here.”
“Well, for the ones with loved
ones who have passed, you could just stomp them out and send them to
the afterlife to be with their loved ones.”
“That’s some really creative
brainstorming, dear, but I don’t know if I can get off, putting
people out of their misery. The sadness kind of fizzles things for
me.”
“You could demolish their whole
city, and just hope they get killed in the rampage.”
“Hmm,” Kate considered, “it’s
something to consider. Anyway I have another broad category here:
Representatives of various world governments have sent me official
messages saying that they are sovereign nations, I cannot just
declare myself God, yadda, yadda, yadda. I’m sending them a message
that I am a god, and I can do whatever the hell I want, and there’s
nothing they can really do to stop me, so they shouldn’t waste any
resources or lives trying.”
“Do you think they’ll try to
attack you?” Tom asked.
“I’m sure they will, the book
says that happens about two-thirds the time a newly empowered deity
tries taking over their world, especially if it’s industrialized. I
don’t mind though, I love size stuff with military machines and
armies getting all crushed and smashed.”
“Mmm, I know,” Tom said
grinning, “I remember that submarine thing you were stuck on for
awhile. You know, that render with the caption?”
“Oh, right!” Kate said
gleefully, “You have to remind me to try it for real when we get an
opportunity.”
“Will do. I can’t wait to see
it.”
“Well that takes care of the world
governments. Now I’ve got to respond to a far more important group
of individuals.”
“Who?” Tom asked.
“Size-kinksters,” Kate answered.
“I’ve gotten so many prayers for me to shrink this person or that
person, for me to smash this city or that city. I’m sending most of
them a message telling them that I’d love to eventually help them
live out their size related fantasies, but they have to be patient,
and that’s the bottom line, because Goddess Kate says so.”
“Cool,” Tom said, “what else?”
Kate scrunched her face as if
focusing on things Tom couldn’t see. That’s because she was.
“Hmmm, a few of these call for
more individual attention. Here’s one. It’s about you, Tom, so
I’ll read it aloud:
Dear
Goddess Kate,
I’m
so happy that there is now a real genuine size-goddess among us. It
has one of my biggest fantasies to see giant women ruling supreme,
conquering and smashing cities as they wish. I can’t believe such
an absurd fantasy could come true, but I’m so grateful to you that
it has. On the other hand I saw that when you grew, you also grew a
man to giant size to accompany you on your ‘playtime’. I think
that’s probably completely unnecessary. I’ve always hated any
kind ‘Giant Man’ type content. It’s not that I’m against gay
stuff or anything, I just don’t want to see it. I also think it
probably gets in the way of your overall female empowerment message
to have giant men around. If you must have this guy as a companion,
it would probably be better to shift him into a female form, don’t
you think? I’m sure with your immense power it would be very easy
to do it. Just some thoughts from a humble worshiper.”
“Huh,”
Tom said.
Kate
grabbed a little notebook and started jotting something down.
“What
are you writing?” Tom asked.
“Oh.
I’m just taking down his city and address. I think it will be a
prime candidate for one of your first solo rampages. I definitely
want to see your cock smash this guy’s house or building or
whatever he lives in.”
“Solo?”
Tom asked.
“Yes,
of course.” Kate said. “I don’t just want to smash stuff
myself. I want to see you, my love, grown to fifty, one hundred, one
thousand feet tall; even miles and miles tall. I want to see you so
colossal you could rub a major metropolitan area out just by
twitching your toes a little.”
“Well,”
Tom said. “When you paint such a vivid picture…”
“Anyway,
this guy’s city is high up on the list for destruction by giant
male. Let’s sort through some others.”
Kate
stared off, sorting through information. “Well I actually have
quite a few from various other macrophiles, men and women, they
almost all contain descriptions of their specific fantasies, things
they’d do if they were grown to gigantic size. To be honest it
reads a little like they’re more or less sending resumes. I’ve
already put a few of the more creative ones in a ‘call back’ list
of sorts.”
“Future
priests and priestesses?” Tom asked.
“Something
like that.” Kate said. “Moving on, I have more women wanting me
to shrink the abusive men in their life and squish them, and,” Kate
paused, “it’s done I’ve added a few thousand more to the
house’s tiny population, and I’ve sent all the women a special
message thanking them for new supplies.”
“Well,
alright,” Tom said, “are there very many more?”
“Only
a few, then I’ve got to get messages out to the ladies from
yesterday, like I mentioned. Let’s see here’s another one, it’s
another guy saying that he’s a huge fan of Giantesses, and he loves
me, and… oh, ugh…”
“What
is it?” Tom asked.
“This
asshole sent me a dick pic! What kind of, ugh.” Kate’s eyes
flashed and crackled with divine fury, she nodded her head and there
was a loud whooshing sound as Tom felt a strong breeze blowing
through
his hair and bathrobe.
A chubby white man in his late thirties stood in the room, wearing
blue and white striped boxer shorts, and a white cotton tank top with
obvious food stains.
“WHO
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SENDING OUT UNWANTED DICK PICS TO ANYONE, LET
ALONE AN ALL POWERFUL GODDESS?”
The
man fell down to his knees in obvious terror. “Are you going to
shrink me?” He asked.
“NO,”
Kate said, “THAT’S SOMETHING YOU WOULD ENJOY TOO MUCH, INSTEAD I
GIVE YOU TWO CURSES. ONE IS THAT YOUR COCK
AND BALLS
SHALL BE ETERNALLY SEPARATED FROM YOUR BODY” Kate snapped her
fingers, energy crackled, and a set of male genitalia popped into
existence Kate’s desk. “SINCE YOU’VE PROVEN YOU CAN’T USE
THEM RESPONSIBLY I WILL KEEP THEM FOR YOU. THE SECOND CURSE IS THAT
YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE ANY HUMAN BODY
PART THAT YOU’RE ATTRACTED TO
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHERE THEIR APPEALING BODY PARTS WOULD BE,
YOU WILL ONLY SEE A HAZY BLUE CIRCLE BLOTTING OUT YOUR VIEW. I HAVE
SPOKEN, NOW BE GONE.”
The
man was gone. Kate’s crackly glowiness faded.
“You
were firm, but fair.” Tom said.
“Alright,”
Kate said, “I’m ready to finish this up. I’m sending my message
to the gang, that they should be ready for me to zap them here
tomorrow around ten AM. We’ll have brunch, some mimosas, and work
on getting this whole afterlife thing sorted.” Kate gave a strong
blink. “And we’re done, alright now…”
Kate’s
phone rang, interrupting her sentence. She picked it up off her desk
and looked at the screen.
“Shit!”
She said
“What
is it?” Tom asked.
“It’s
Debbie.”
“You’re
sister, Debbie?” Tom asked.
“My
sister, Debbie.” Kate confirmed with a long deflating sigh.
“Oh,”
Tom said.
Kate
swiped up, and answered her phone.
“Hey,
Deb, how’s it going?” Kate said in her sweet “I’m talking to
family” voice.
Tom
watched Kate listening.
“Listen,”
Kate said, “it’s all going to be alright.”
She
listened.
“Look
I’m going to bring you over to my place. It’ll be easier to talk
that way.”
Kate
listened to whatever was being said.
“No,
you just sort of pop over here.” Kate paused. “No, I don’t know
what it feels like.”
Kate
listened.
“Well,
I’ve only teleported other
people so far, not myself, so I’m not sure how it feels, but the
women I brought here yesterday didn’t complain.”
Tom
heard Debbie saying something loudly.
“Alright,
alright,” Kate said. “I, Kate, your sister, solemnly swear that
you will not be harmed by spatial teleportation, and if you are
harmed you retain full rights for compensation in whatever form you
deem acceptable, alright, so are you ready?”
Kate
listened one last time.
“Okay,
I’ll zap Derrick in too, now brace yourselves.”
Kate’s
eyes glowed up a little, she nodded her head.
In
a flash, Kate’s younger sister Debbie and her boyfriend Derrick
were standing there in the office/rec. room/library.
Debbie
was dressed in her usual style. A short black dress, big stompy
platform boots, and fishnet stockings. A black ribbon choker around
her neck completed the look. Her makeup was done in a fairly
conventional goth styling that make her look pale and lightly dead.
Her hair was jet black.
Derrick
was dressed more conventionally in an olive green T-shirt and a pair
of jeans. He wore a pair of black plastic framed glasses with
rectangular lenses. His hair was brown and cut to a medium short
length with a part on the right side of his head.
“Hey!”
Derrick said, “I was at work.”
“Forget
about that Derrick,” Debbie said. “We’re here to have some sort
of family discussion, or intervention or whatever, here with my dear
sister.”
Kate
stood up out of her chair and crossed her arms. “Intervention?”
“Yeah, intervention,” Debbie
said, “you’ve got some sort of power now, so you just want to go
and declare yourself god of everything, huh?”
“It wasn’t my decision,” Kate
said. “The book…”
“Please,” Debbie interrupted,
“some book doesn’t make you the dictator of everything.”
“I’m not dictator of
everything,” Kate said, “I don’t care about what governments
do, I just want to have my fun and receive worship from willing
followers.”
“But
your fun is demolishing cities and eating people.”
“But
they’ll get to go to a nice cozy afterlife.” Kate countered.
“That
doesn’t make it right.”
“It
doesn’t have to be right. Listen, I love you, but this is my world
now, I can do whatever I want with it.”
“Just
because some book says so?”
Tom
quietly sidestepped his way around to Derrick.
“You
want to grab a beer downstairs or something?” He whispered.
“Sure,”
Derrick hissed back.
The
two of them knew from experience that an argument like this could go
on for some time, and there was nothing useful either of them could
contribute. It was always better, in their
experience, to let conflicts between Kate and Debbie to run their
course and burn out on their own, as they almost always did.
They
sidestepped their way out of the room, as the two sisters glared at
each other.
“Listen,”
Debbie said, “it just isn’t right to use people for your own
pleasures.”
“They’ll
get stuff in return;” Kate said, “an afterlife, maybe an end to
hunger, definitely an end to war. In return I’ll periodically go on
rampages and rip their cities apart. It’s pretty much win-win.”
“What
will Mom and Dad say?”
“This
would only stress them out, so I’ve wiped myself from their
memories for now. I haven’t decided exactly what I want to do with
them yet.”
“See this is the problem, you want
to control things, but you never think about what you’re actually
going to do when you’ve got your control.”
“Oh, I guess you think you’d do
a better job, then?”
“You know it,” Debbie said, “I’d
already be implementing plans to turn this place into a utopia if I
had all that power.”
“FINE THEN,” Kate’s eyes
blazed with their divine glow, “SO BE IT, FROM THIS DAY FORTH YOU,
MY SISTER, DEBRA BUTTERFIELD, SHALL SHARE IN MY NEAR OMNIPOTENT
POWERS AS A DEMI-GODDESS!’
Debbie felt a surge of something
well up inside, a feeling she’d never known before. Like raw power
flowing through her entire body.
The glow faded from Kate’s eyes.
“There,” she said, “let’s
see you do better.”