The first tremor began. Loose utensils clattered about, a clock rattled against the wall and there was a distinct twinge wailing from the cheap plastic walls. Then silence as all came to a still.
Isaac grabbed the shoddy kitchen bench, his balance slowly returned. Horrified, he peaked out the window to see his neighbours beginning to crowd the streets. Their heads turned upwards as if to regard a deity descending from the heavens.
Another tremor.
The crowd outside buckled to their knees as a shockwave rippled through the street. Each identical house felt the overpowering force travel through the ground into their foundations. Isaac registered a continuous high-pitched groan as the structural integrity of his home was tested. If he trusted the walls any further he’d be at risk of their collapse.
“Hello my babies!”
A buzz rumbled across the tiny town as the sultry feminine tones thundered above.
Isaac crashed through his front door, his eyes glued to the sky like his fellow citizens. The warped plastic dome stretching over the town was all that stood between hundreds of people and one 26-foot woman. Her black lipstick stretched into a wide grin, she was almost upon them.
Once more, a tremor ransacked its way through the street. This time Isaac and his neighbours were thrown to the ground, distant cracks could be heard as a few houses finally gave in.
Her name was Sabrina, the daughter from a pair of orthodox millionaires. Throughout her 19 and a half years of life, her parents showered her materialistic gifts, no desire was too great for their wealth. Yet, despite her luxurious upbringing, she lacked proper paternal love, as Sabrina entered adulthood she resorted to admonishing her parents. Their relationship became a one-way street, Sabrina sought to be a nightmarish existence and refused to conform to what they hoped she would become.
And there she was, towering over the plate sized dome on her desk. Tiny specks that were biologically the same as her gathered en masse to welcome her presence. Sabrina effortlessly removed the dome with the same delightful expression as always. She scanned the hundreds of colourful dots pooling their way into the town square.
A few months ago Sabrina had purchased a model of a sub sized town, for someone like her it was barely a few dollars from a cheap foreign website. It looked like a toy made for ants. Yet, it was a functioning township for the couple hundred or so people that she had bought.
The people didn’t cost much either, it’s not like there was any shortage. Subs were the half inch scum of society, breeding like rabbits and bleeding out holes in the wall in any place they could find. It was no wonder certain higher classed citizens came along and snatched thousands of them at a time, only to then sell them in unassuming containers to those that were willing to pay. It was a lucrative business.
Thanks to her parents, Sabrina didn’t bat an eye over the purchase. Over the next few months she grew a community of subs in her tiny model town. A town she had dubbed ‘My Ass’. Every day she would address them like this, they’d gather in the square and crane their necks to take her in. Depending on her mood, the crowd may disperse with less than expected.
“Dunno about you guys, but I’ve had a fantastic day,” Sabrina boomed. She collapsed into a plush office chair, grinning as the desk shook from her impact. Sitting forward, she placed her elbows on either side of the town and laid her head on top of her fists. “And I’m gonna need you all to keep that energy up for me,” a wad of gum smacked around her mouth. “But first, have some dinner.”
Over time the citizens learned to avoid the centre of town square when Sabrina offered them dinner. Whether it was a broken off bit of cookie or a drop of her spit, she always dumped it carelessly. The subs knew better after having seen enough of their own crushed beneath a variety of processed foods.
Tonight was no different. Sabrina lowered her face, her big hazel eyes which were accentuated by dark eyeliner, scanned over the crowd. She loved getting this close, allowing them to really soak in her presence, to tremble before her gaze. Her lips puckered to reveal a mashed-up piece of green gum. It slipped from the two pillowy masses and crashed with a wet splat into the town square.
Hesitatingly, groups of people began to move towards the green mass that dwarfed even the tallest buildings in the square. Colossal teeth marks were imprinted deep into the gigantic piece of gum. Very few refused to degrade themselves to this level, but most knew there was no guarantee of her generosity in the future, plus the backlash from the others would be severe if they didn’t help. They scooped thick globs of her saliva into makeshift buckets and carved what they could from the minty mountain.
Isaac was one of the gatherers. He scooped glob after glob of liquid that leaked from the gum, no matter how necessary this was for survival, he could not deny his disgust. A few metres to the right he heard another gatherer mutter his distaste for the job. While emptying his bucket into a large plastic storage container, he looked beyond the enormous gum.
Sabrina hovered over the mites that nestled around her minty refreshment, her smirk unwavering at their predicament. It was hard to fathom her size at times, it would take a few minutes for him to just take in her features. From the winged eyeliner to the chunky septum piercing, and the dark lipstick, all which were framed by her jet-black hair, Sabrina was about as alternate as they come. Not to mention her corset wrapped maroon dress and thick-soled Doc Martens, though those were far from his view.
“You got five minutes to split into two groups,” Sabrina’s voice bounced around the square in a fading echo. She plucked the gum up and threw it back into her gaping maw, making sure to bare her pristine white teeth as she chomped on it, a few unfortunate souls were caught in the gooey substance. “Mama needs a massage,” her coddling was as oppressive as ever.
Sabrina’s giant boots made themselves known with an earth-shattering arrival. Compared to her earlier footsteps, the town was much less resistant to the treads at such close proximity. Every bit of their weight was felt, after all this was the rubber that bore the brunt of Sabrina’s mass on a daily basis. She kicked her boots off and let her socked feet soak in the cool air for a moment.
New issues were arising for the tiny folk below. A handful were mourning the loss of those that had been taken away by the gum and the rest were staring slack jawed at the towering wall of black leather that boxed them in. Each boot rose far, far above the skyline like an alien obelisk. It would take a whole day just to crest the toe portion of Sabrina’s footwear, though that may be an understatement considering the tread alone was the size of a mega cruise ship.
A familiar stench had settled over the town, its origin was no secret. Sabrina’s white socks danced above, her toes scrunching sweat-stained fabric between them. Her feet cast a long shadow over the crowd below as if day had turned to night in the blink of an eye.
Ominously, the two feet parted to reveal Sabrina’s scheming smirk, her brow raised once she made eye contact with the crowd. A distinct line could be drawn between the groups they had separated into. Her tongue poked her cheek, they were so obedient.
She reached forward and pinched a couple dozen between her fingertips. For a moment, she appreciated how easily their tiny bodies were manipulated by her forefinger and thumb. It was another story from their perspective as they wildly thrashed between the fleshy appendages. Their struggle totally unbeknownst to the giant that held them.
Without a moment of hesitation, Sabrina let them careen down the cavernous mouth of her shoe. Their miniscule size allowed them the dissatisfaction of survival. Slowly, they rose to their feet and distastefully regarded the surrounding area. As far as the eye could see was a dank and humid cave, embarrassingly they stood in the deep indent left by Sabrina’s mighty heel. The light above was cut, the culprit was an enormous white mass barrelling toward them.
Sabrina watched with glee as her sock gobbled up the group in her boot. She knew they had little chance of survival from how easily they disappeared beneath the mountainous cotton. It wouldn’t be painless torture either. Gradually, precious oxygen would be replaced by her well marinated foot funk, their last moments spent huffing on the fumes radiating off her discarded sock.
Isaac was fidgeting in his place, the titanic goth was being extra careless with their lives today, there was no guarantee he would see tomorrow. Like his fellow citizens, he could not take his eyes off Sabrina, desperate to do whatever she pleased if it meant his survival. Not all had such a mentality, but those without devotion to Sabrina never lasted long.
“Alright, you know what to do,” her plump toes wiggled in anticipation, both red soles cast long shadows over town square again.
The two groups who remained standing began their voyage to the base of Sabrina’s feet. Plastic flooring turned to wood as they left the relative safety of their town. The giant’s toes disappeared behind the protrusion from the ball of her foot and bits of discernible lint were littered over the massive soles. Each wrinkle could comfortably fit dozens upon dozens of them in their crease.
Sabrina could no longer see her tiny citizens, they were so clearly dwarfed by her monstrous feet. A subtle sensation washed through her. Dainty hands were placed upon her heel, so miniscule that she had to focus to discern the difference between that and nothing at all. She began to feel nibbles periodically and frowned, they weren’t as frequent as she hoped.
“Why don’t we play a little game, whoever pampers my feet the best gets to live,” Sabrina boomed with a jovial clap, she enjoyed pitting the runts against each other. It never resulted in less than pure entertainment. The raven-haired giant cooed at the ever-increasing intensity of their fruitless effort.
The specks gathered around her heel exploded into a passionate frenzy. Sabrina’s ominous threat hung over them and neither party wanted to be the loser of her sadistic game. The salty vinegar taste that tainted their mouths was worth more than gold in a moment like this. Surprisingly there were even a select few who enjoyed this part of the day and put 100% effort into their pampering regardless of whether they would die or not.
Several minutes had passed while Sabrina mindlessly scrolled on her phone, she’d completely forgotten about the subs who lay their life down at her heel. Without taking note of who had given the best massage, she chose a random foot.
“You guys on the left foot,” Sabrina rose her heel to inspect the crowd. “You’re gonna need to try a little harder if you wanna impress a big gal like me.” She let her foot hang in the air for a moment, watching as the miniscule crowd frantically dispersed. If she leaned in close, their faint bloodcurdling screams could be heard.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped Isaac and others around him as the heel before them remained motionless. The other half of the crowd were in no such state. Their screams paled in comparison to the thunderous voice of their gothic god, yet they were no less unsettling. It was hard to blame them, Sabrina was not one to declare empty threats and as soon as her heel rose into the air, their fate had been sealed.
Isaac shut his eyes. Despite his best efforts to ignore the hysteria, their panicked cries clawed into his mind. It would be over soon.
Thud.
He winced at the deafening silence. Hundreds of lives snuffed out in an instant.
Sabrina cackled, her demonic laugh further cemented the impossible gap between the two parties. She dragged her heel, smearing the crushed remains of her pamperers across the desk. “Fuck…” Sabrina groaned, one hand now massaging her left tit, “that shit never gets old.”
From her heel, the tiny citizens could only watch in horror. Sabrina lounged in her seat biting her bottom lip, her bare chest now free from the confines of her dress. They were large breasts with bottle cap sized areolas, one hand went to work on her hardening nipples. The other hand began to snake its way between her legs.
“I can trust you guys to clean up my little mess right?” Sabrina batted her eyes, the innocent façade was shattered by a low moan. She took note of their lack of movement and stamped her heel beside them. “I’d hate to have to replace the whole population in one night.”
That was all they had to hear before the remaining hundreds or so subs got to work. In a similar process to their saliva collection, they began to pile flattened bodies and blood into plastic containers. A traumatising task for sure.
Isaac tried to stay focused on the job, if he took a moment to think about the situation he might break down like the many weak-willed citizens around him. Some shouted obscenities and others shrieked until their throats went numb. It was truly a hellscape.
The wicked giant did not falter in her own pleasures, the very sight of the specks scrubbing at their friend’s remains sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t help but imagine how huge she looked from their perspective, the very image caused her eyes to roll back into her skull. How they must genuinely despise her larger-than-life presence.
Her dark lips curled into an evil grin. What was a hellscape without Satan herself?
With an emphatic sigh, Sabrina slouched into the plush chair. Her hands removed themselves from her genitals and readjusted her dress. The tiny specks had barely made a dent on the splotch of blood her heel left. Coming down from her high, she lost the playful attitude and grabbed a tissue.
“Move,” she commanded.
The subs didn’t need to be told twice and began to put as much distance as they could between themselves and the horrifying mess. In an instance it was gone, a simple swipe of Sabrina’s enormous hand was all it took. Hundreds of lives swept away by a single tissue.
Sabrina’s wide hips replaced her visage, their breadth was emphasised by her tight corset. Without a word of conclusion she spun on her heels and waltzed out as if nothing had happened. Her lumbering steps caused the town to rumble once more.
Regardless of his hatred for Sabrina, Isaac soaked in the sight of her titanic ass cheeks contorting her maroon dress. Even though their town had been named after her ass, it was unfair to compare the two. Their whole settlement could fit atop a single cheek and the population could easily drown in the canyon between.
The door slammed shut on her exit, the citizens left to regather themselves for another day of torture. Isaac gazed upon the towering Doc Martens, left behind to remind them of their place. He couldn’t help but ask himself, was life like this, a life worth living?