In this Chapter:  Kristen helps with reconstruction.  Kristen and the girls go for a night on the town to celebrate a birthday.  Rasha babysits Madelyn.  Kristen relieves some stress on her people. 

Main Tags of This Chapter:  Destruction.  Vore.  Feet.  Pussy.  Breasts. 

Kristen – Age 35   Madelyn – Age 6

Lakeside Suburbs

              Kristen reached behind her, dangling her hand and fingers over the tiny outskirts of Servitus near her curled-up feet and legs laying on the open part of the floor, carefully pinching a dull yellow crane between her coral orange nails.  She briefly inspected the tiny inch tall construction equipment as she twisted back toward the city nearest her midriff and hips as she sat comfortably by Queenstown.  Her other hand planted on the floor to the side of the half-destroyed city for balance.  The metal of the crane warped and bent toward the edge of collapse between her nails before she gently placed it down near the middle of her footprint embedded into the remnants of Queenstown. 

              She smiled as a swarm of colorful specks started to surround the new crane and got straight to work with loading up supplies too delicate for Kristen to handle herself without crushing them.  The destroyed Queenstown was quickly taking the definitive shape of a future repaired metropolis as Kristen had been dedicating time out of each day since the meeting to help with reconstruction, speeding up the process a thousand times over than what her tinies were capable of by themselves. 

Kristen enjoying her role as a helpful goddess, reminding herself of how essential she was with building all of the pathways years before, that same feeling as if she was a child playing with building block toys again except for a few unaware accidents here and there.  Unfortunately scraping away a few groups of workers while trying to discard some crushed debris with her hands, or squishing stray volunteers if they were a little too far away from the city’s borders, stepping on them or sitting on them.  Kristen couldn’t feel them anyway, Werth and Anton deciding it wasn’t necessary to inform Kristen of their deaths.     

              Kristen was having a great day as well and was feeling extra motivated to help her people a little more than normal that late afternoon.  She had sold a house in the wealthier area of Lakeside, getting a huge bonus off the fees and commissions, bumping the number in her bank account quite significantly as her savings grew beyond what she thought was possible in her previous career.  Picking up Madelyn from school after the sale was finalized and allowing Madelyn to play in her room.  Kristen could hear muffled excited thuds of Maddy fiddling around with her toys, but her daughter was mostly quiet allowing Kristen to concentrate on the tiny scene beneath her. 

              Still mostly dressed in her professional attire, having taken off her jacket, jewelry, heels, and peeled off her warmer stockings while she was upstairs before grabbing her keys and getting straight to helping Queenstown.  Her bare feet wiggling and her toes curling over Servitus after a long day of walking around in pumps, Kristen unaware that the majority of people in the city had retreated indoors to avoid the subtle sweaty fumes wafting off her soles. 

She popped open the top buttons of her fashionable dark red winter blouse so her larger chest could breathe, exposing her upper cleavage, brushing her hand through her hair a few times before she got back to helping for another half hour or so.  Kristen carefully clearing debris and moving around heavier things for her people, placing them in the right spots, or pinching away a half-crushed building to clear out sections of the city for new plans. 

It was a little strange knowing that Ginny’s followers made up the majority of the volunteer force though, but she was supportive and knew Ginny would probably ask for more people eventually, thinking they might as well be useful until that time comes for her best friend to snatch her little loyalists away. 

              She curled her lips around, inspecting all the different groups of micros spread throughout her footprint, watching them from high above and hard at work, seeing if she could assist in any more ways, but some tasks were just too dangerous for her to take on without causing hundreds of potential deaths.  Kristen avoiding the big toe section of her footprint as much as she could, knowing that’s where General Werth was headquartered until reconstruction was finished and the academy was completed. 

Her phone lit up on the floor next to her thigh.  The phone bright with a message preview from General Werth, “Thank you.  I don’t believe there’s much more you can help with today, but we’ll be hard at work down here” the polite message read as Kristen nodded and smiled.  Kristen heard another little thud from above of Maddy prancing around her room with her toys.  Kristen realizing she still had time to do whatever she wanted before having to get ready for a night out with her girlfriends. 

              Kristen looked back down towards the outskirts of Queenstown and subtly bit her lip, watching as hundreds of speck sized people boarded a train about to depart Queenstown station basked in her enormous shadow.  Kristen fondly remembering how she had picked up a train before the meeting.  Kristen closing her eyes for a few seconds and replaying the memory in her mind, the dimly lit room, the cool air on her warm skin, the feeling of hundreds of people’s lives in her hands all trapped within a metal tube dangling from her fingers like jewelry, sparing them beneath her naked body and allowing them to live as she stepped over them.   

Kristen licked her teeth behind her clinched lips before lifting her fingers and hovering them over the thin train, giggling a bit as the train very obviously sped up to avoid being caught, leaving a few specks behind at the station to catch the next one.  Kristen realizing all the train drivers had to be understandably terrified if she got near them lately.  Kristen clicked her nails above the speeding tube and pretended the train was too fast for her, letting the train speed off toward Port Leslie a few feet away from her.  “So close…” Kristen mumbled as she suppressed a giggle and smirk. 

              “Hmmm…” Kristen hummed, fighting a few arousing thoughts in her head, but the thoughts were winning out, feeling amazing about her day and giddy all over, she owed herself a little innocent fun, she thought.  She looked up toward the door to double check it was tightly closed and locked properly as she looked back down toward Queenstown perfectly surrounded by her lower body and black ruffled skirt.  Kristen wiggled her body around, turning her entire lower body back to face Servitus, thinking that Queenstown had suffered enough in recent weeks to not become the victim of what she had in mind. 

              Kristen comfortably leaned herself backward and spread her legs, straddling either side of Servitus as she sat on the floor in front of the capital city.  She observed the biggest city in her room bustling with cars, but less people than normal wandering around the streets, unaware that it was the forty or so minutes of her bare feet propped up right next to the capital that drove most people inside from the unpleasant smell.  She scanned from left to right, seeing the intricate operations of the tiny lives spread out between her toned, outstretched legs. 

              From high above, she watched how the distribution district was hard at work as she leaned forward for more up-close detail, her cleavage spilling out of her top slightly.  She witnessed how structured that section of the city appeared.  It was where she would drop off food, drinks, and supplies for her people weekly to keep them alive and healthy.    

Planes, trains, and thousands of specks all around the little containers full of food, snacks, little crumbs, water, and whatever supplies were requested by the leaders, like a coffee bean the size of a sports stadium many months ago that was still supplying reliable amounts of caffeine throughout the room. 

There was even a little container with a drop of red wine in it as she saw hundreds of workers pumping it out through a series of hoses and into a cargo plane.  Kristen sternly looking down though, a look that could terrify anyone as she remembered the no-fly rule during the day.  “You better wait for takeoff, little flyboys…” Kristen breathily whispered as she pointed her massive finger toward the plane but trusted her capital city to follow the rules as holy doctrine, turning her gaze to other parts of the micro habitat. 

              She wiggled her hips slightly as she loved the feeling of having an entire city just inches from her pussy only just hidden underneath her skirt and panties that were becoming faintly wet from Kristen’s growing arousal.  Placing her hands behind her for support as she lifted her knees slightly, dragging her bare feet closer to her body as she rested them on their heels, raising her soles and toes high above Servitus still nestled right in front of her sex.  She batted her toes and feet forward and backwards slowly in enjoyment as she jolted her neck to the side, swinging her flowing hair around the back of her head as she lowered her eyes with sexual subtlety and a deviously curling smirk. 

              She rotated her left foot around, pivoting her toes forward slowly as it they breached over the sky of Servitus, Kristen barely keeping her toes high enough to just avoid bulldozing a few skyscrapers before she scrunched and wriggled her toes right over the heart of the city.  Her smirk turned to a smile as she continued to torture her tiny people with fear with a few more wriggles of her toes over the capital center.

Satisfied, she slowly dragged her heels backward and spared the city, turning her feet downwards and resting them flat, her toes barely poking into some of the outskirts on either side of the metropolis.  She lifted her curvy butt forward, then gently back down a few inches closer to Servitus, unaware that her skirt flattened into a few bordering neighborhoods of the city before she lifted her knees higher up and spread her legs wider. 

              Kristen reaching her hand down her body between her legs and raising the top of her skirt slightly to reveal her dark red panties underneath.  Placing the top of the skirt gently across her lap so her wet panties were free for all to view without obstruction.  “Mmm…” Kristen couldn’t help but softly moan as she tried to remain as quiet as possible, not wanting to attract any attention from Madelyn who could still run downstairs at any second.

              She leaned forward slightly, angling her fingers down toward a meaningless warehouse district full of a few hundred specks wandering around the streets and scattered lower cost of living apartments.  She tipped her finger into the district, barely feeling a crunch as she closed her eyes and bit her lip while still smiling, savoring the feeling of power rather than the feeling of crushing her own people itself.  Kristen imagining all of her tinies running away from her fleshy pillar of death as she rocked her hips forward slightly a few times, feeling the pressure of the floor pleasurably compressing her sex through her panties.  “Unnh….” She softly breathed again. 

              Opening her eyes before deliberately dragging her finger a few inches over the useless district, watching her nail plowing and bulldozing several blocks and apartment buildings while all the specks disappeared underneath her digit, enjoying the feeling a little too much as she accidentally went a little too far and into a middle-class neighborhood. 

Dozens of houses crumbling underneath the tip of her finger without her even really feeling it, only leaving a plume of grey smoke and debris behind her.  No screams erupted as most of the people in the room continued about their day as normal.  Looking down to see the canyon she carved with her finger, cleaving the district into two halves as she saw specks running away from the ravine.  Flattened buildings and microscopic splotches of reddened gore buried within the wake. 

              Kristen lifting her hand from the city and reached it toward herself, sliding upward from the floor and rubbing her pussy through her wet panties, feeling the vitalizing warm rush flow through her body.  Teasing herself as she rubbed her fingers slowly upward and over her clit, circling the wet fabric against her engorged skin.  She brought her hand up slightly and folded her fingers underneath the silky red threads.  Using her wrist to keep her panties pulled away from herself as she angled her fingers inward, rubbing more sensually and starting to finger herself some as she could hear the subtle wet sloshing sounds of her fingers penetrating her sex.    

              Rearing her head back as she continued to fuck herself right in front of the capital, her feet and toes curling and wriggling some as she shimmied her lower body and butt, sending quakes throughout the entire room as everything and everyone came to a standstill expect for the trains that were designed to not even feel vibration.  Millions of people calmly and routinely taking shelter wherever they could, restaurants pausing their services, people bracing themselves in the doorframes of their houses or offices, some curling up into their beds to try and ignore it to their best ability. 

              Kristen started to rub her clit faster and faster as she opened her mouth and remained mostly quiet except for a few subtle breathy quivers and gasps.  Staring over the city with lowered eyes and brows as she was caught up in the building pressure between her legs. 

With pure lustful thinking, she quickly reached out over Servitus with her free hand and dug her fingers into the distribution center filled with her weekly supplies.  Crushing a plane full of food under one of her fingers by accident as she pinched the other plane she had spotted earlier that was being loaded up with red wine.  The tiny half-inch long jumbo plane paled in comparison to just her nail as she tried her best to be gentle, but the plane was already breaking apart between her index and thumb as she rushed it back to her body to preserve its shape as much as possible.

              “Unnh… fuck…” Kristen gently whispered as the warming pleasure intensified, but she knew she still had a while to go.  She brought the plane up to her chest, hearing the feintest screams coming from the crew members all trapped inside the crumbling fuselage as wine spilled out of the cargo bay. 

She folded her hand and shoved the plane underneath her tight bra, cupping her palm and the plane against her areola, massaging the plane into her nipple and large breast, feeling the little crumb like plane breaking and smashing against her areola as she rubbed and squeezed at her double D.  Kristen met with the feeling of the plane disappearing rather quickly, but the power she had over those few terrified people for that brief moment started to send shockwaves of bliss through her spine, nearly pushing her over the edge of climax. 

              She leaned back a little more, shoving her pussy closer toward Servitus as she continued to softly squeeze and massage her breast in her hand, the wet sounds of her pussy gushing even more as she leaned forward and closed her eyes, her skin flushing slightly as her face pinkened.  Holding her breath as she was inching closer and closer.  She bounced her hips up and down, grinding her ass against the floor as a few buildings collapsed between her legs from the intense quakes.   

              Suddenly her phone started to buzz and light up, catching her attention slightly as it was a phone call, but she ignored it, the phone buzzing died out as she returned her full focus.  Her legs quivering as she slammed her palm back down on the floor next to her for balance, causing another huge quake.  Her body jittery as she moaned softly once more, little squeaks and squeals of air escaping her throat and lips as she curled her knees inward and wriggled her toes next to Servitus. 

Sliding her left foot forward without care, her heel dragging across the floor as her toes and sole folded inward.  Kristen scrunching her toes together as she felt herself about to finish, too distracted by the ecstasy to notice that she had squished another district full of people on the other side of Servitus, her warm toes pressing into them.  Kristen rearing her head back one last time, finishing as the buzzing surge released throughout her body into every nerve.    

              She reveled in the feeling for a few seconds, breathing softly and calmly as she removed her hand from her wetness, wiping the damp and viscous residue against the floor near one of the train tracks for some poor crew to clean up later.  Kristen pulling her left foot back, realizing that it was a little too close to the city.  Kristen not even bothered to notice all the crumbs spread over her toes and in the webbings between her toes.  The crumbs of random neighborhoods, houses, buildings, cars, and her people carelessly squished into her skin for just a few moments of pleasure. 

Her phone buzzed again though as she hmphed in frustration, “who is calling me…” she angrily whispered as she turned her head over her shoulders toward Queenstown to look at the screen, the name across the screen was her sister Leslie.  “Oh!” Kristen quickly snapped out of her glowing daze of satisfaction and briskly stood up. 

              She straightened her panties out, followed by her skirt, flicking her head as her hair flipped around and out of her eyes before briefly glancing back toward Servitus.  Kristen feeling almost no guilt as it was an excellent orgasm, excusing her deadly behavior.  “Sorry, I’ll bring everyone extra stuff next drop off day…” Kristen mumbled, at least showing some remorse before she took a step onto the pathways toward Queenstown.  Kristen feeling sand-like crumbs between her toes as she picked up her foot and wriggled her toes together, letting the debris fall off, unsure of where it came from, but her focus was on the still vibrating phone. 

Bending down and snatching up her phone much to the relief of everyone in the room as the vibrations of her phone had been sending out pulsating quakes every half second.  Kristen noticed it was a video call as she quickly brushed her hand through her hair a few times to look as presentable as possible. 

              “Hey!” Leslie immediately shouted, the volume of the speaker playing her voice throughout the room, Kristen greeted with a live video of her sister waving and brightly smiling through the camera.

              “Hey!” Kristen responded to her sister with an equally lovely perfect smile.

              “Happy birthday gorgeous Kristy!  35!  I can’t believe it… we’re getting so old!”  Leslie said as Kristen was all giddy and excited to talk.

              “Thank you!  We’re not that old though… we could still pass for 26 or 27…” Kristen said with a giggle.

              “Maybe you could haha” Leslie laughed. 

“Isn’t it super later over there?”  Kristen asked.  Kristen starting to wander around the pathways aimlessly, stepping wherever she pleased, arching her arm out to the side comfortably to capture a good camera angle of her own face and upper body, Kristen noticing some of the cities on the floor in the background of her front-facing camera.  Leslie appearing to be in some sort of opulent hotel room on the other side. 

              “Yeah, almost 3AM here in Dubai… but I’m still jet lagged anyway…oh my god… you still have that overgrown ant farm, huh?” Leslie questioned as she winced her eyes to focus on the view of all the cities on the floor in the background.    

              “That’s so exciting though!  Dubai must be so amazing… I mean, yeah!  Of course!  I gotta take care of them!” Kristen exclaimed as she took a few steps over toward her throne. 

              “Whatever… I’ll say it every time… just get rid of them so you can have a bigger house” Leslie said with a joking chuckle for the whole room to hear.

              “They’re not as bad you’ve always thought… see…they can do this now…” Kristen said as she held up her free hand and twiddled her fingers a few times, showing off her manicure before aiming her camera down at her feet, wiggling her toes up and down atop the pathway next to Luxury to showcase the perfectly painted nails, Kristen bringing her camera back up to her face. 

              “I would’ve picked another color… but that’s nice you’ve got them all trained up… I will say I wish I had that kind of control over the employees at my company…” Leslie admitted with another chuckle.  “Oh!  Before I forget, I sent Maddy a little present, it says delivered, so go check your mail… also… tell me about what you got going on, you are celebrating right… right…?” Leslie eccentrically prodded. 

              “Aw, thanks!  Maddy loves all your presents, I’ll go get it, I promise… yeah, some of the girls and I are going out later… wish you could be here… so, is Dubai all fancy like how it looks in pictures?” Kristen asked.  Kristen with her phone and arm still stretched out as she turned and plopped down into her comfortable leather throne as she took the rest of the phone call.  Kristen dangling her warm feet and toes over the twin cities, distracted by the video call as her soles and the curving skin of her toes came dangerously close to ending thousands of lives in the cities meant to care for the very same soles and toes.    

              “It’s sooooo fancy, it’s almost too much even for my boujee ass… I can’t believe work sent me here for a global conference.  Well, I hope you have fun… tell Ginny I said hey, obviously…” Leslie said.  Kristen and Leslie continued to talk for a while, catching up on some things, not having seen one another since Christmas the year before when Kristen took Maddy to Boston for the first time to stay at Leslie’s extravagant downtown home. 

              “Love ya, Kristy, have a good birthday on me…or put it towards your future pool” Leslie said before blowing a kiss goodbye. 

              “Lova ya too, see you in a few months!” Kristen excitedly responded; glad she was going to see her sister in the upcoming summer.  Kristen waved bye and tapped the red button to hang up, immediately met with the lovely surprise of Leslie transferring a thousand dollars over to Kristen’s account with a sweet happy birthday message. 

              Kristen stood up from her throne, excitedly walking by the cities, passing up Servitus and spotting an unlucky, or perhaps very blessed crew already cleaning up her drying cum that she had wiped off near the hyperloop tracks outside of the capital.  Kristen giggling a bit as she firmly locked the door behind her. 

She slipped on some simple sandals and opened the front door into the colder winter air, rushing to the mailbox, seeing her visible breath escaping her mouth.  Retrieving a few boxes and letters and quickly walking back to her warmer house.  Placing them on the counter in the kitchen, “Maddy girl!  Will you come downstairs for a second?” Kristen yelled out.  Hearing the thudding steps of Maddy running down the stairs. 

              “I don’t wanna do homework!” Maddy shouted out.

              “No, sweetie… you don’t have to do your homework until Sunday… Aunt Leslie got you a present… here…” Kristen said as Madelyn lit up with joy, waving her hands and running around the kitchen a few times.  Kristen cutting open the box with a knife and opened the packaging and to her surprise, it was a doll.  Kristen smiling as she pulled out the doll still in its plastic display box.  Kristen smiling as she realized it was similar to the barbie dolls that Kristen and Leslie had while growing up.  Kristen handing the box to Madelyn as she hugged it into her arms.    

              “Whoa!  A barbie?!” Madelyn shouted, a wide smile across her face as she inspected and turned the blonde doll around and around.

              “Yeah!  A princess one, with a pretty pink dress, just like I had when I was your age” Kristen said as Maddy’s eyes widened.  Kristen realizing Lelsie had picked that doll as a gift on purpose, Kristen smiling and getting almost emotional as she remembered a few fun memories playing with Lelsie as children and the crazy make-believe scenarios they would put their dolls through.  Kristen, sighing a bit, wondering if Madelyn would have as much fun by herself, thinking how much different both of their lives would be if Madelyn had a sibling, and Kristen another child. 

              “Tell aunt Leslie I said thank you!”  Maddy said as she rushed upstairs with her new toy, shutting her door.   Kristen grinning as she could hear Madelyn talking to her new doll through her door.  Kristen closing her bedroom door and cleaning herself up, discarding her dried panties into the laundry bin and wiggling down her skirt, burying herself under a few blankets as she closed her eyes for an early evening nap. 

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              “Are you drinking tonight?” Kristen typed out her message to Ginny. 

              “I’ll probably end up having a few, why?” Ginny responded. 

              “Just trying to get everything planned out, Rasha should be here in 30 minutes or so” Kristen replied.  She sat her phone down as she returned her attention to herself, putting some finishing touches on her sleek hairstyle for the night.  Picking her phone back up after she felt satisfied with her stylish colder weather attire.  “I think Keysha is gonna drive me, Valerie and Nina are riding together… I think Janelle is gonna meet us, did you want to ride with Keysha and I?” Kristen typed as she turned in her bathroom, her high heel boots thudding loudly on the tile. 

              She gently tossed her phone to the other side of the bed as she stood in front of her dresser, making sure her jewelry box was shut which contained the keys to the rooms, latching her dresser closed and walking around the side of her bed and picking her phone back up.  “I’ll ride with you and Keysha if she doesn’t mind” Ginny’s response read. 

              Kristen walking down the stairs and into the living room where Maddy was playing with her new barbie doll, the rest of her toys scattered around the floor in a bit of a chaotic mess.  “Hey Maddy girl, watcha got going on down here?” Kristen playfully asked before sat on the couch.   

              “I’m getting all my stuff ready” Madelyn excitedly said as she smiled and marched around the living room placing specific toys in specific places. 

              “What are you gonna play with Rasha?” Kristen asked as she smiled.

              “Everything! and watch movies… and play hide and seek” Maddy said as she giggled and continued to bounce around with excitement, making Kristen just as excited to see her daughter looking forward to the babysitter coming over. 

              “Sounds like you’re going to have a lot of fun!” Kristen excitedly said as she stood up and walked down the darker hallway, her black boots stamping into the floor as she checked each secret room to make sure it was properly locked and closed tightly, stomping back to the couch, knowing she probably scared the micros and nano’s as if she was about to enter the rooms, but her thick winter boots couldn’t help but be extra boisterous and heavy, quaking the cities and Ostrov from afar. 

              Kristen chatting and playing with Madelyn for a bit until she heard a knock on the door, walking over and opening it to see the much shorter Rasha standing on the porch, but Kristen noticed that Rasha was a lot more dressed up than the last time, and wearing makeup as Kristen ignored it and welcomed her in.  “Hey, Rasha!  Come on in… you’re right on time” Kristen said as she scooted back and closed the door behind Rasha. 

              “Hey, thanks for having me over again, excited to play with Maddy!” Rasha said with a nervous excitement.  “You look… uh… great” Rasha said with some obvious nerves as Kristen nodded. 

              “Thank you” Kristen said with a polite tone, Kristen turning and walking over toward Madelyn and her phone thinking that Rasha was acting a little stranger than last time.  Kristen looked over her shoulder and caught Rasha lifting her eyes up rather quickly.  Kristen knew her ass looked good in the skinny and stylish dark jeans she was wearing but wasn’t expecting to get the look from the much younger babysitter. 

              “It’ll be just like last time, if you need anything, please let me know… and bedtime is bedtime…” Kristen sternly said as she looked toward Madelyn.

              “Awww…” Madelyn groaned. 

              “Love you Maddy girl… have fun you two…also… you can order pizza” Kristen smiled and reached down, hugging onto her daughter. 

              “Yes, pizza!” Madelyn shouted with obvious enthusiasm.

              “Be safe!” Rasha said as Kristen gathered her purse and belongings, Kristen dawning a long tan coat to keep her warm during the freezing night out on the town.    

              “Thank you, don’t get lost playing hide and seek” Kristen said as Rasha smiled wide and waved.           

              Kristen walking out to Keysha’s car and greeting her before driving a few houses down while Ginny hopped into the back.  “Hey, birthday girl!” Ginny shouted. 

              “It’s your birthday?  Oh my god, is that why we’re all going out tonight?  I would have gotten you something!” Keysha shouted. 

              “Haha noo… my birthday is technically tomorrow… and I want to keep it low key, I don’t want everyone knowing” Kristen said as they drove off downtown during the night.   

              Kristen met up with the rest of the girls as a nice restaurant downtown, Ginny making the reservations in advance for the more upscale downtown dining venue.  Nina and Valerie walking in and hugging everyone sweetly before sitting down.  

“So… the new girl, Janelle?  Is she nice?” Nina curiously asked as the girls all shared a few appetizers sat atop the table in the dimly lit and chic restaurant bar with subtle hip music playing over the speakers. 

              “I think she seems nice, we only talked for a little, but she gave me really friendly vibes.  She’s supposed to meet us at the bar after dinner” Kristen said before she reached for another bite of food.  Kristen chewing on the flavorful snack as she looked around the bar, catching a few stray glances from some of the men standing by the counters with cocktails in hand.  Kristen thought one of the taller men was attractive, but it would be up to him to approach her, turning her attention back towards her friends.

              “What does she do?” Valerie asked in her southern accent. 

              “I actually have no idea, we never really talked about it… haha just don’t scare her off with too many questions” Kristen giggled a bit. 

              “We promise” Keysha said before reaching for another tiny bite.

              “Oh!” Ginny gasped as she quickly sat her espresso martini back down on the table with an audible clink. 

              “You okay, Ginny?” Nina asked with a bit of concern as all the girls were silent and looking over toward the startled Ginny while the music continued to play along with the chatter of a hundred people.  Ginny smiling and laughing a bit but with obvious anxiety written across her face.

              “Oh, just got the chills for a second and it scared me” Ginny laughed it away as she took another sip of her coffee flavored alcohol.  The women all eating and laughing, all of them getting some looks from the men leaving or entering the bar, only pumping up all of their confidence, even amongst the married women at the table.

              Kristen noticed out of her peripheral view that Ginny had gripped her knee rather tightly, Kristen tilting her head in confusion as she eyed up Ginny with concern.  “I gotta go to the restroom” Ginny said as she quicky stood up and excused herself. 

              “I’ll come with” Kristen said as she also stood up.  The two confident women dressed in sexy winter outfits marched through the crowded restaurant, their heads held up high as they bounced their hips left to right all the way to the bathroom.  Opening to the door into the chic and small restroom as thankfully they were alone.  “What’s going on?” Kristen asked.

              “I… ugghh…” Ginny subtly moaned.  “Sorry, sorry!” Ginny quickly apologized and excused herself, taking a few steps closer to a toilet stall placing her hand on the door almost as if for balance. 

              “Umm…” Kristen tilted her head and crossed her arms over her chest. 

              “I put them all over me before I left my house” Ginny whispered. 

              “You what?” Kristen asked as a smirk started to creep across her face.

              “Them…” Ginny insinuated and widened her eyes. 

              “Oh my god… really?” Kristen lowered her head and laughed. 

              “My bra… my butt… my… you know…” Ginny quietly said as she lightly tapped her white nails against her tight jeans over her pussy. 

              “Hahah, what?  Like they’re all in there right now?  How many?” Kristen giddily asked. 

              “Yeah… thousands… I wish I didn’t though because they’re really working their way into some… oop!” Ginny gasped again as she squeezed her butt and opened her eyes wide in shock.  “Sensitive places…” Ginny finished her sentence, relaxing her body once more.   

              “Why did you do it then?!” Kristen laughing loud, thinking it was hilarious. 

              “I don’t know!  I thought it would be fun for going out tonight!” Ginny loudly said.  “See?” Ginny scooted forward and pulled her fashionable white sweater top forward along with the top of her bra, letting Kristen peak into her smaller bra as Kristen saw dozens of little specks clinging all over Ginny’s warm and soft tits.  Ginny let her bra and sweater snap back against her chest as surely a few micros splattered against her skin at the sudden jolt.  “They’re obsessed with me… they just won’t stop… ahh…” Ginny groaned as she wiggled her hips trying to shake some micros loose from off her clit. 

              “Well yeah… they are religious fanatics… does it at least feel good?” Kristen asked between a few chuckles.

              “It does… but…it’s too much…” Ginny said as she looked a little concerned. 

              “Well, get rid of some, I guess?” Kristen suggested as she motioned her head toward the toilet. 

              “Yeah… I think I need to” Ginny agreed.  Just then, a cook from the restaurant burst through the door, the shorter, younger looking chef eyed up Kristen and Ginny before going into a stall and locking it behind her.  Ginny and Kristen going silent as Ginny quietly went into the toilet and closed the door.  Kristen thought she might as well relieve herself too, sitting in the stall between the chef and Ginny. 

              Kristen trying her best to not laugh while she peed, slamming her palms across her mouth to keep quiet as she could hear Ginny struggling.  Hearing Ginny moan and groan as the poor innocent chef probably thought Ginny was struggling with an intense bowel movement a few stalls down.  Kristen could hear a couple quiet plops of something splashing into the water, Kristen realizing it must have been hundreds of micro Ginny worshippers sinking into the toilet underneath Ginny sat above them. 

              Kristen finished peeing and cleaned herself, flushing the toilet and washing her hands in the sink, then out came the chef around the same time.  The chef looking tired and exhausted, giving Kristen a quick look in the mirror before drying her hands and leaving back to the kitchen.  Kristen drying her hands and resting against the counter to wait on Ginny.  “You good in there?” Kristen asked with a humorous tone. 

              “Is it just us?” Ginny quietly asked. 

              “Yeah” Kristen answered. 

              “They’re deep… I can’t get to some of them… in my butt too… how did they get so far up?” Ginny restlessly said.    

              “They’ll run out of air soon… I think?  Don’t worry about them… and the ones in your butt… haha… I mean… you could shit them out if you’re that worried” Kristen laughed. 

              “I don’t have to go though!  Am I gonna get sick?  Can they like… infect me from the inside?” Ginny worriedly asked.

              “No… they can’t…” Kristen laughed again at the absurdity. 

              “Ugh… okay, hold on…” Ginny said, returning to her moaning and groaning as Kristen heard a few more tiny splashes into the water.  Kristen turning around, trying not to laugh again as she leaned over the sink with amusement.  “Oh my god, that’s so much better…” Ginny said before Kristen heard a loud flush, dooming any survivors to be dragged down the torrential drain.  Ginny exiting the stall and washing her hands in the sink. 

              “Better?” Kristen asked. 

              “Yeah… there’s only a few left now… no more overstimulation… this is what I what I was going for originally…like just a little buzz…” Ginny said as she smiled and dried her hands.  “Speaking of religious fanatics, anything new with your tiny people?” Ginny asked. 

              “Actually… remember those heels I wore for the meetings?  Like how I left them in Ostrov?  Justyna told me there were thousands of people all setting up little villages around them… worshipping them and stuff” Kristen said.

              “Seriously?” Ginny questioned as she adjusted her pants around her waist. 

              “Yeah, I kinda suspected it was going to happen eventually though…” Kristen said. 

              “I mean… those heels are pretty cute” Ginny said as they both giggled.  The two women returning to the table to some raised eyebrows.

              “Y’all were in there a while” Valerie said as the girls all laughed.  The loyal micros in and around Ginny’s body were slowly dying throughout the night, but nothing was going to stop their life’s mission of pleasing their true goddess.  Ginny feeling their little tickles become less and less noticeable during dinner, but a few dozen remained in the perfect little nooks and crannies right where she wanted them to give her little bursts of pleasure and tenderness.

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Rasha – 20

              “I don’t think I can eat another one…” Rasha said, gripping at her full stomach before wiping a bit of grease from off her lips and cheek with a napkin.  Madelyn picking at her last slice of pizza as she was also full, but Madelyn was still wanting to play, running off into the living room.  Rasha getting up from the table and placing the dirty dishes in the washer, cleaning up the kitchen before putting the leftovers in the fridge. 

              “Alright, Maddy… oh…where… did you go?” Rasha asked, confused, Madelyn was nowhere to be found, the television playing a random kids movie quietly as background noise.  Rasha looking around, not hearing anything else.  “Are we playing hide n seek now?” Rasha asked as she smiled a bit and started to playfully skulk around the living room, looking behind cushions and the curtains by the tall windows. 

              Rasha carefully tiptoed down the dark hallway, her bare feet slowly compressing into the cold floor.  Rasha approaching the two back rooms that were locked before she quickly turned and jumped into the guest bathroom in an attempt to scare Madelyn, but she wasn’t in there.  Instead, Rasha looked at herself in the mirror for a brief moment, her smile disappearing, having never tried too hard to impress someone before until she met the beautifully attractive Kristen. 

              Dressing up, dawning makeup, fixing her hair, and Kristen didn’t even seem to care, only adding fuel to the confusing feelings Rasha was experiencing about her sexuality.  Rasha shook away the thoughts as a smile crept back across her face, exiting the bathroom and back into the living room.  She looked around the garage, the kitchen, the dining room, but no sign of Madelyn. 

              Rasha went upstairs, looking around the obvious places first, Madelyn’s room, the closets, the guest bedroom.  “You picked a good spot, Maddy…” Rasha said aloud as she stalked around the upstairs hallways.  Then Rasha’s heart sank, the only place left to look was Kristen’s bedroom.  “Uhhh… Maddy, are you hiding in your mom’s room, you’re not supposed to be in there…” Rasha anxiously said, but no answer came. 

              Rasha took a few steps up to the sacred room, her heart pumping as she slowly opened the door and went inside the well decorated, spacious, and comfortable master bedroom.  The king bed was stacked with soft sheets and thick comforters, the artwork on the walls was minimalist yet welcoming, the master bathroom in the background was spacious and warm.  Rasha took a few steps toward the bed, slowly breathing in the subtle smells of Kristen’s designer perfume on the air. 

              “I shouldn’t be in here…” Rasha whispered.  “Maddy, come out!  You won!” Rasha yelled out, hoping to lure the little girl from her hiding spot, still no answer or sounds of movement.  Rasha wandered around the bed, sliding her hand across the covers, feeling how silky soft they were as Rasha sighed deeply, strong images of her being in bed with the older woman flooded her mind.   

              Rasha rudely opened the dresser door and started to snoop, admiring Kristen’s expensive jewelry and watches, rings, bands, and broaches, wishing she could afford them herself.  Rasha reached for the engraved jewelry box, hesitating for a moment before opening it and discovering two keys inside.  Rasha quickly realizing that the keys most likely belonged to the two locked doors downstairs.  “Raw!” a shout came as Rasha screamed and jumped backwards, her heart racing in fear. 

              Madelyn crawling out from under Kristen’s bed, reaching her hands out toward Rasha’s legs like a monster, nearly scaring her to death.  Rasha dropping the keys and the jewelry box to the floor.  Rasha bringing her hands up to her chest with a terrified look on her face.  “I got you!” Madelyn shouted out, standing up and laughing.  Rasha breathing heavily for a few seconds before calming down.

              “You did…” Rasha said, still reeling from the sudden shock.  Madelyn looking at the keys and the small carved box on the floor. 

              “Are you looking at my mom’s stuff?  Hmmm you shouldn’t do that” the little Madelyn cutely lectured her babysitter. 

“You’re right, we’re not supposed to look at these…” Rasha said as she quickly bent down and threw the keys in the box, closing them and shutting them behind the dresser and returning the latch to its original position.  Madelyn nodding her validation.  “It’s my turn to hide!” Rasha said, trying to distract Madelyn. 

              “Okay, I’ll count to 30!” Madelyn said as she placed her face into one of the pillow’s atop Kristen’s bed. 

              “No peeking” Rasha said as she scooted out of the room and tiptoed downstairs towards the kitchen for a hiding spot.   

              The two played for a while before it was bedtime.  “Hey, just put Maddy to bed” Rasha texted Kristen.

              “Great!  I’ll be home in a few hours” Kristen texted from the bar. 

              Rasha watched a few shows on the tv, studying a bit for her classes, but mostly daydreaming about the mysterious sexy and older woman, thinking about why there would be two locked rooms in such a beautiful house.  Another hour went by, and Kristen still wasn’t home. 

Rasha playing out the risks in her head; maybe she should just ask Kristen what was in those rooms, and she would show Rasha, or maybe Kristen would never hire her again if she knew she snuck upstairs and grabbed one of the keys.  Rasha rubbed her hands through her thick black hair a few times, tightly closing her eyes in frustration.  She needed to know, she wanted Kristen’s secrets, wanting the older woman to like her, looking for anything she could use to gain an advantage. 

              Rasha snuck back downstairs around 11pm, her heart racing, she knew it was wrong, but it didn’t stop her, placing the key on the door on the right, but it didn’t turn the lock.  Instead, she placed the lock on the left door, and it worked.  Rasha slowly opened the door to the sight of a dark room, almost pitch black apart from a few webs of glowing dots of light on the floor and the moonlight from the window slightly illuminating the rest of the room. 

              Rasha then noticed a pair of Kristen’s stylish high heels in a little empty patch of the room followed by just a single couch and nothing else, the floor covered in some type of dark rug with little patterns and lights scattered all over it.  Rasha also noticing a few footprints in the middle of the rug, her mouth open as she tried to understand what she was looking at.  She titled her head, thinking Kristen was a secretive artist that liked to design contemporary rugs, but it didn’t make much sense. 

Wanting to further investigate, she took a small step forward and felt a wet sandy squish between and under her toes and sole, her smaller foot softly pressing into the rug before she took a step back.  The feeling was uncomfortably strange as Rasha immediately regretted her decision, think she had stepped on fresh paint and ruined Kristen’s art. 

She lifted her foot and inspected her soles and toes, but it just looked like brown dirt on her lighter toned soles.  Rasha wiggled her toes, seeing the dirt falling off some before Rasha wiped her hand across the bottom of her foot to discard the rest of the wet, sand-like debris sticking to her sole. 

Almost having an anxiety attack as she stepped out of the room and locked it behind her, quickly and quietly walking upstairs and returning the key back to its original position in the jewelry box.  Rasha feeling guilty that she might have ruined Kristen’s art project as she contemplated what it would be like to be fired from babysitting Madelyn.  Rasha sneaking past Madelyn’s bedroom and back downstairs to stew in her bad decision, but she had no choice but to wait and see if Kristen would notice…

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Kristen

              “Yeah!  Keep it open!” Kristen shouted over the loud music of the bar, the bartender placing down a delicious fruity flavored cocktail and handing her credit card back.  Kristen resting against the counter for a second as she placed her card back into her purse, digging through her purse and seeing she had a few unread messages on her phone. 

              Reading and replying to some birthday texts from some distant relatives and a few friends from across the country, but then she saw a message from Justyna.  Kristen swiping across the screen to Justyna’s message as the crowds chatted loudly around her, dozens of people at the bar trying to order drinks as her friends had found a comfortable table in the corner of the bouncing bar while the DJ played some older crowd favorites.    

              Janelle, the new neighbor, seemed to be meshing well enough with the girls, the alcohol was definitely helping everyone loosen up as well and remain friendly.  Keysha and Nina barely drinking anything though as they wanted to feel safe driving everyone home.  “Kristen, your fucking babysitter came into our room and stepped into Ostrov… we had no warning whatsoever…” the message read, and Kristen gritted her teeth hard.

              “Ooo…” Kristen angrily groaned and grumbled.  She took a few hefty sips of the sweet cocktail and sat the glass back down.  Kristen was feeling pretty tipsy as this was her third drink of the night so far.  She wondered how to handle Rasha, angry at the young college student that she had put her trust in to watch her own flesh and blood. 

              Kristen remembered the feeling that Rasha had been acting weird earlier in the day as well, playing out the situation in her head, Rasha probably snooped into her bedroom and found the keys.  Kristen wondering if Rasha had known all along, she had crushed those escaping people from the hole in the wall she had called “bugs”…  she had to get rid of her, fire her… she had to text her right now, no, maybe she didn’t know and was just being a snoop, maybe it was best she didn’t say anything quite yet.  “Don’t worry Justyna, I’ll take of her, and I’m sorry” the message sent.  

              “Ugh…” Kristen groaned as she tried to focus on her birthday night out, knowing that Maddy was at least safe and asleep was a relieving feeling.  Kristen placed her phone back in her purse, grabbed her drink, and strutted back over to her friends.  “Happy birthday!  Wooooh!” all the girls sang out as the clock turned to midnight.  Kristen lighting up with a smile as she sat her drink down on the table and thanked everyone for coming out.

              The music and chatter was loud enough, Kristen leaned over toward Ginny who was sat next to her, Kristen’s lips nearing Ginny’s ear as she started to softly speak.  “Rasha got into the rooms…” Kristen said as Ginny reared her head back in shock, turning back toward Kristen with an agitated look.

              “What?  Seriously?” Ginny tried to speak in hushed tones, the other girls didn’t seem to notice. 

              “Yeah, I don’t know how…” Kristen said, reaching for her drink and taking another sip, her red lipstick rubbing off on the rim of the glass a bit. 

              “You want me to terminate her internship at my company?” Ginny asked.

              “No, no… I’ll take care of it; she probably has no idea what she even saw” Kristen said. 

              “Kristy!” Valerie shouted with drunken stupor, the southern Texas girl was having a great time and feeling obviously loose.  Kristen laughed.

              “Yeah?” Kristen asked. 

              “Janelle gets my approval!” Valerie shouted as the girls all laughed. 

              “Y’all are too nice” Janelle smiled wide and bowed her head with a humbleness. 

              “See!  She says y’all too!  I don’t understand why northerners have to say you all, like… there’s an easier word!” Valerie laughed loud, the girls all giggling. 

              “Where you from again, Janelle?” Nina asked.

              “I’m from Florida originally, but I was raised a military brat because of my dad moving us all around every few years” Janelle said.

              “Oh, did you ever live next any cool beaches?  I’ve been dying for some warmer weather?” Keysha asked. 

              “Haha no, I was more into dirt bikes and driving around in the mud, gettin’ dirty” Janelle laughed before taking a drink of her whiskey cocktail. 

              “Kristy could never!” Nina laughed. 

              “Hey, I can get dirty…” Kristen responded with a smirk. 

              “So, what do you do?” Ginny asked. 

              “I just transferred to LSPD” Janelle said.

              “Lakeside Police?” Nina questioned.

              “Yeah, I’m a police officer” Janelle said with a smile, but nobody was immediately convinced.  Janelle was an average height woman at 5’6” but was fairly petite in frame, unless her unrevealing neck-to-toe winter outfit was hiding anything unseen underneath. 

              “ooo… okay…” Keysha said and looked away, taking a sip at her weaker cocktail.

              “It’s alright, I know a lot of people don’t like police right now, I get why…” Janelle said with earnest.  Janelle took her few last swigs of her drink before standing up and going to the bar.  Kristen taking notice and followed along, leaving the rest of the girls at the table to chat amongst themselves.    

              “Hey, you doing okay?” Kristen asked the new neighbor.  Kristen a bit taller than Janelle with her heeled boots, looking down slightly at the anxious looking police officer. 

              “Yeah, everyone is nice, you just never know how people are going to react when you tell them you’re a cop” Janelle explained, talking rather loudly to breach the volume of the music. 

              “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, Keysha’s got her own personal opinions about police, but I think you’re fine…” Kristen said. 

              “Well thank you, transferring here was a big decision… I know Lakeside is a more liberal minded city, but I needed to get away from my other department” Janelle said. 

              “Can I get your next drink?” Kristen asked.

              “No, it’s your birthday, I’m fine!” Janelle replied. 

              “Too late!” Kristen said as she turned around and flagged down a bartender, ordering another old fashioned and putting it on her tab. 

              “I mean, thank you seriously, making friends outside of the department can be pretty difficult” Janelle explained. 

              “Don’t worry, these girls are great, let’s get your drink and sit back down?” Kristen asked.

              “Sure!”  Janelle happily agreed. 

              “You’re doing great!  You got this” Kristen said with a smile.  Kristen and Janelle going back over to the table, Kristen smirking as she could see Ginny grinning wide and biting her lip, the tinies must have been hitting a sensitive spot somewhere on her body in just the right way.  There was a waft of smoke billowing up from the table, it smelled of watermelon.  Kristen rolling her eyes, knowing Nina was likely hiding her vape somewhere on her person.

              “My husband literally does like, everything around the house, like seriously, I didn’t know men could ever be capable of being so like… responsible?” Nina questioned. 

              “My husband and I split everything pretty fairly I think” Keysha responded. 

              “See, I’d rather have that!” Nina shouted as she reached into her purse for her vape pen, inhaling it a bit and blowing it upward.  Kristen looking over toward Janelle, wanting to see the cop’s reaction, but Janelle remained quiet and smiling.  “I always feel like I don’t contribute enough around the house, but he always tells me he’s okay with it” Nina said.

              “Sounds like you hit the jackpot to me” Valerie said as she rotated her head around, her eyes closed as she had a tight lip smile, bobbing around to the beat of the music. 

              “Maybe…” Nina raised her brow and chuckled.

              “What about you Janelle?  You got anyone?” Valerie asked.

              “Hah… uhh… a few boyfriends in my early twenties, one serious boyfriend when I joined the police academy, just never really found the right one…dating is shit these days” Janelle explained.

              “That’s true…” Kristen agreed.

              The girls continued to chat for a while, downing a few more drinks as the night went on, the music getting more fun as a few of the women danced around their table.  Valerie in the corner of the bar talking to a random guy who was hitting on her.  Nina went to go check on the drunk Texas redhead.

              Suddenly, Kristen gasped a bit, realizing Ginny was in her ear, Ginny had whispered something, but the music was too loud.  “What?” Kristen questioned. 

              “I said… is that your ex over there!” Ginny whispered much louder.  Kristen’s heart sank as she looked around the bar, and sure enough, there he was, Kristen’s ex-husband, Ty.  He was standing at the bar with a few other men all drinking, but thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice Kristen yet.

              She froze, Kristen’s confidence evacuating her body in an instant.  All the power she had grown accustomed to, the lives she commanded, the feeling of dominating those deemed as lesser beings, all went out the door in that brief moment.  Kristen stared back down at the table with a sadness and emptiness washing over her mind and body.  It had been over 6 years since she had seen the man who left her a lonely pregnant and broken mess.  “You okay?  You wanna leave?” Ginny asked as she placed her hand over Kristen’s arm in support. 

              “What’s going on?” Keysha curiously asked.

              “We might have to leave” Ginny explained.  Kristen nervously running her hands under her chin a few times trying to think, but her mind went blank. 

              “Okay, we can leave, I’m ready to go to bed anyways” Keysha agreed.  Janelle looking around confused. 

              “Oh my god, oh my god, he’s coming over” Ginny said as she looked over her shoulder.  “Let’s go” Ginny quickly urged Kristen up from her seat, but it was too late, the second Kristen stood up and turned around, she was greeted by a ghost.  The taller Ty looking down at her with a wide smile, he looked mostly the same expect for some obvious extra pounds around his belly and a bit more of a receding hairline. 

              “I knew it was you!” Tyler shouted as he reached out and hugged onto Kristen, Kristen with stiff arms at her side didn’t even react as all the girls at the table were speechless.  “it’s been so long, how are you?” Tyler asked.

              “G-good” Kristen simply responded with an anxious smile.  Kristen feeling tipsy still, but the shock nearly sobered her back to normal.  “You?” Kristen asked.

              “I’m great!  Hey, how’s Maddy doing, she okay?” Tyler asked.  Kristen’s face reddened with a bit of embarrassment and rage, remembering the lies Tyler told to her, him abandoning Maddy and Kristen so he could be a permanent bachelor frat boy.  Kristen wanting nothing more than to stand up for herself, but she couldn’t.  She had conquered millions of people, squished and flattened countless more.  Her people respected her, they loved her, feared her, she was a goddess, a queen, but in that moment, she was only just a frightened and resentful shell of herself. 

              “She’s doing okay” Kristen modestly answered.

              “Awesome!  I hope you two are doing well, hey!  Speaking of!  I know that you’re like a big-time real estate agent around town, I was gonna have a lawyer reach out and re-do the child support payments since it seems like you’re making way more than me these days, is that cool?” Tyler asked.

              “I… I-” Kristen stammered.

              “Hey, Kristy!” Valerie shouted as Nina and Valerie stumbled back over.  “I gave that guy over there my number ooo” Valerie cooed in drunken fashion. 

              “We’re actually just about to leave” Ginny urged as Keysha and Janelle stood up from the table.  Ginny supportively tugging at Kristen’s arms as Kristen snapped out of her brief daze as she began to gather her things and put on her coat. 

              “Well, it was good to see you.  Hey, would you be interested in having me meet Madelyn sometime?” Tyler asked.

              “I don’t think… that would be a good idea…” Kristen anxiously said as she fitted the sleeves of her tan coat up her arms. 

              “Hey, that’s my daughter too” Tyler said. 

              “Barely…” Kristen mumbled before he took a small step toward Kristen.  Janelle immediately stepping between the two, having experience as cop, wasn’t afraid to assert herself, even if Tyler towered over her. 

              “Back up, bud…” Janelle said as she held up her hand and permitted Tyler to step no closer.  Tyler looking down at the shorter, aggressive looking Janelle and nodding. 

              “Alright, I’m sorry, see you later” Tyler said as he turned around and walked off towards his friends across the bar. 

              Kristen gripped at her purse tightly, Nina and Valerie said their goodbyes and stayed behind at the bar as Valerie wanted to continue drinking.  Keysha walked everyone else to her car.  “You’re not gonna bust me for speeding… are you?” Keysha said with a bit of attitude toward Janelle.

              “Even if I could, I wouldn’t, I promise” Janelle said with a friendly smile. 

              “I only had one drink by the way” Keysha explained again. 

              “You’re fine!  I’m not some bitch cop” Janelle said with an understanding tone as Keysha nodded and got in her car.  Everyone else scooted in as Ginny tried her best to console an obviously brooding and upset Kristen in the back seat.  Keysha dropping off Ginny first after the drive back to the suburbs.

              “Asshole didn’t even remember my birthday” Kristen jokingly laughed, lightening the mood, hugging Ginny bye. 

              “We’ll talk tomorrow, get some sleep, Kris” Ginny said with some concern. 

              “You can drop me off with Kristen” Janelle said as Keysha agreed.  Kristen and Janelle exiting the car, Keysha saying bye and driving off a few streets down back to her house. 

              “Sorry you had to see that…” Kristen shamefully said.

              “I see bad things all the time, no big deal, thank you for a night out!  It was fun meeting your friends, oh yeah, and happy birthday!” Janelle exclaimed.

              “Thank you… and thank you for stepping in there, Tyler wouldn’t have done anything, but I appreciate it anyway” Kristen said.

              “You’re very welcome” Janelle said.

              “Hey, you should come over sometime to workout with me and Ginny” Kristen suggested.

              “Sure!  I go pretty hard though… anyway, goodnight” Janelle said as she started to walk off down the street.  Kristen smiling some as she walked through her front door, struggling with the key a bit as her hands were a little cold.  Looking down, she saw Rasha’s shoes in the doorway and the feelings of frustration quickly came rushing back.  Kristen barely even thinking about how she was going to deal with the babysitter, focused more on the feelings of seeing her ex instead. 

              “Hey, Kristen, did you have a fun night?” Rasha stood in the living room with her arms respectfully behind her back, smiling wide.  Kristen with a stern and unamused face started to undress and hang her coat on the wall, setting her purse down on the floor for a moment. 

              “Sure did” Kristen said as she adjusted her shirt downward with a few tugs.  “Madelyn sleeping okay?” Kristen asked.

              “Yeah, not a single noise all night” Rasha replied.

              “I bet…” Kristen lead on as she reached down, unzipping her thick boots so she didn’t thud them across the floor and wake Madelyn.  Kristen scrunching her warm socks into the carpet by the kitchen before setting her purse down on the counter, placing her phone in her jean pocket before walking back into the living with crossed arms.  “So, did you have fun with Maddy tonight?  Play any games?” Kristen asked.

              “I sure did!  We ate pizza and watched movies, then played a little with her toys and then some hide n seek” Rasha explained.  Kristen nodding her head. 

              “Anything else I need to know?  If not, you’re free to go and I’ll send over the payment” Kristen said.  Rasha still smiling but was fidgeting her hands around quite a bit. 

              “I… no, nothing, I had fun though, looking forward to next time if you need me” Rasha said as she stepped toward the door and slipped her shoes on, preparing to exit the house. 

              “Okay… sounds good then” Kristen remained still with a stern look, placing her hands firmly on her hips as she watched Rasha leave, the door closing behind her.  Kristen hmphed, “little liar…” Kristen whispered as she groaned and walked to her couch, slumping down to think about her night. 

              Kristen playing the horrifying moments in her head over and over of seeing Ty, it was embarrassing, how did she freeze so easily?  She was a fucking goddess, she thought to herself, and that asshole wanted to re-file his child support documents and suddenly wanted to meet his daughter after six years of barely any contact, how dare he, she griped.    

              Kristen resting on the couch for a while, peeling off her socks and rubbing her feet into the carpet for a massage as it was approaching closer to 1 in the morning.  Peeling off her top, dressed in just her large black bra and tight dark jeans.  She popped open the button of her jeans for a little bit more room around her waist and tried her best to relax, but she couldn’t sit still from the nerves still racing through her body. 

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Kristen

              “Ugh!” She groaned, trying her best to keep it quiet, but Kristen only had one thing on her mind, to remind herself that she was the queen of millions of tiny people who would do anything she commanded of them, or die.  Kristen stood up and quietly tiptoed upstairs, Madelyn’s door securely closed and not a peep could be heard through the frame. 

              Kristen walked into her room, opened her dresser and sure enough, the jewelry box was in a slightly different position than where Kisten placed it originally.  She hmphed as she took the keys out of the box and walked back downstairs, marching through the hallways into the living room when she spotted a few of Madelyn’s toys still scattered around the floor. 

              Bending down and picking up the brand-new doll that Leslie had gotten Maddy as a gift.  Kristen inspecting the toy all over, a sparkly pink dress, pink plastic heels, and a golden crown nestled in the bright fake blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cartoonish smile to complete the thin figure.  She carried the toy with her down the hallway, her tits bouncing and swaying with each step of conviction toward relieving her anger and reminding herself who she truly was. 

              Kristen made her split decision, sparing Ostrov from further damage that night and marched into the city room instead, locking it behind her, leaving the light off as the glow of the cities on the floor was enough to illuminate most of the room and Kristen’s body.  The cities quickly realizing what was about to happen, much like many occasions before, they were her accessories for cleansing her stress.  Everyone waking up as more glowing lights across the floor blinked on.  The light only showcasing more of Kristen’s perfect figure, her bare midriff leading up to her tits behind her black, lacey bra, her tight jeans hugging her skin all the way down to her ankles, just below, her massive bare feet and toes wriggling into the cold floor. 

              She marched around to her throne, passing up the cities and wiggling into the soft cushion of the seat, setting the barbie doll down on the small table next to her tablet.  Kristen could see the night shift alive and well, the tiny flickers of the trains moving between cities, the flashing lights of cargo planes in the sky transporting thousands of tons of supplies, Kristen not even sure if she had walked into a plane on her way over to her throne as she couldn’t have cared less. 

              Comfortably leaning her head back into the cushions and taking a deep breath, spreading her legs slightly as she slid her bare heels across the floor towards Serenity in Luxury, propping her toes over the cities without damaging them as usual.  Taking a few moments to herself, closing her eyes and thinking about her life, getting older, raising a daughter, wanting a relationship, but growing into her career and making amazing money, but the thoughts of appearing so weak and submissive the second she saw her long and gone ex was unforgivable. 

              Kristen tilted her head left to right, trying to relax herself and loosen up her tense muscles.  Gripping at her armrests a few times and taking some deep, calming breaths, wondering if relieving her anger on her tiny people was what she wanted to do, and the answer in her head kept coming back, yes.  Kristen took another deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, focusing on the cities, judging them by categories she deemed important.  Mostly, Kristen judged the cities by how little destruction and death had occurred in them recently. 

              She eliminated Queenstown from contention due to the accident she caused, Serenity and Luxury because of their meeting punishments, and Servitus because of her little playful fun earlier that day, “hmmm…” she hummed as she scanned the floor.  There were cities that never got much attention, Braithe was usually safe because they cleaned and detailed her shoes, Clitsburgh because it was a major hub for the trains, Epsilon City, and Talem for the same reason as Clitsburgh.  Port Leslie got drenched by Ginny’s smelly feet, Kristen shaking her head at the dwindling options. 

              Scanning over Crest as she rolled her eyes, knowing those fanatics were just waiting to die under Kristen at any given moment as a religious experience, Kristen almost punishing them more by not giving them “total salvation” as blood stains on her soles.  Kristen bit her lip a few times in frustration, like a kid with too many choices of ice cream as she continued to scan, “uggh…” Kristen groaned. 

              There were a few cities she didn’t interact with too often scattered around and between, like Sole City underneath the window and a little far from the pathways, Kristen couldn’t even remember their original name after getting drunk one night and forcing them to change their name “or else”, it seemed like more of a hassle to get to the city though as Talem and Epsilon City were relatively close and could suffer some collateral damage if Kristen took a wrong step.  “Whatever…” Kristen mumbled as she stood up from her black and gold throne. 

              Reaching over and grabbing Madelyn’s doll from off the table.  Kristen tiptoed over the pathways, seeing the running trains on the ground near her feet.  Kristen semi-cautious about any night shift planes legally flying around and abiding by the rules, avoiding the blinking lights unless they were directly in her way.  In the distance was one of the blinking red lights, the little jumbo plane crossing over the pathways at the worst time, Kristen teasingly slowed down her pace, tiptoeing scantily over the walkway.  Sparing the plane another 15 or so seconds to fly out of the way, but the plane was simply too small and the distance it had to cover to get safely away from her approaching body was too far for the little crew, Kristen imagining the sheer panic that must have been happening onboard.    

              Kristen, not even looking at the plane, continued to tiptoe towards Sole City, Kristen feeling a tiny blip of heat for a brief nanosecond, the plane exploding on her toned bare midriff just above her bellybutton, but Kristen couldn’t even see it over her bouncing tits. 

              Kristen groaning in frustration a bit as the pathway ended a little too far from Sole City, having to take two extra steps into no man’s land to hover herself over the glowing metropolis on the floor.  Sole City had multiple train stations going in and out as tourism was growing in popularity there.  Sole City considered one of the safest metro areas in the entire room, but Epsilon City was number one in tourism by far because of their angle toward the window and the massive sky of the outside world high above.  

              Collateral damage became an afterthought as she sunk herself down, using the windowsill as support, dragging her butt against the wall and sitting by the very edge of the city just outside of the outskirts, extending her left leg out comfortably as her sole and toes ended up between Talem and Epsilon.  Raising her right leg nearest the city up, bending her knee and giving the tinies a view of her curvy thigh high above them.  Kristen placing the doll just next to her inner thigh. 

              She stared down at Sole City in the dimly lit room, tilting her head to the right and resting her head against the wall, an apparent sadness on her face, her body slumping downward some.  Kristen could see the slowly moving lights on the streets of highways and streets packed with vehicles, a few scattered specks of late-night workers or night owls just trying to live their lives free of being squished.  Kristen forgot the exact population of the city just below one of her windows, but she knew it was well over 2 million, with most of those people safely in their dwellings and homes so late at night. 

              Kristen sighed, then picked up her arm.  She reached down and poked her nail into the lights, pushing her finger downward into a major highway system, pulling her finger away and seeing the darkened circle of a canyon surrounded by the glowing lights.  The sudden absence of tiny lights in that area was strange, like an artform of destruction.  Kristen’s action felt hollow though, she didn’t feel the rush of power she was hoping for from her poke, just the result of thousands of faceless dead tinies that belonged to her smushed into the wrinkles of her skin.

              Kristen’s phone buzzed in her pocket, fully expecting it to be a bitchy and whiney text from the leader of Sole City begging her to stop, tilting her butt upward some and pulling her phone out, but it was just a simple drunk text from Valerie wishing her a happy birthday again.  Kristen giggling and shaking her head before she placed her phone down on the floor next to the doll.  Kristen leaning her head back against the wall to try and find herself for a second, wanting to feel that rush of power so she didn’t have to think about her shithead ex or Rasha being untrustworthy. 

              “Alright… listen up Sole City… the rest of you” Kristen began to speak, scanning her eyes right to left of the entire room.  “I had a little bit of a rough night… on my birthday, who would have guessed?!”  Kristen exasperatedly chimed, shrugging her shoulder dramatically as her tits subtly shook a few times, “so… unfortunately… I have to get rid of some bad thoughts… everyone be mindful of the curfew rules and don’t message me or I’ll have to pay you a visit too…” Kristen spoke, expecting to get some worried texts from a few leaders, but there were none, Kristen thinking the people of the rest of the room were just glad it wasn’t them who were about to be subjected to the goddess’ wrath.

              Kristen could hear a little buzz of screams coming from Sole City, having not heard a lot of micro screams in recent years as the people had been getting used to her destructive acts.  Kristen smirking a bit, hearing their little high-pitched squeaks of terror felt good, finally experiencing the feeling she was yearning for, her thoughts melting away as she transformed into a fully vindictive goddess with a whole miniature playground beneath her. 

              “Mmmm… there it is…” Kristen breathily moaned with pleasure as she reached toward the city, pinching a skyscraper at random and ripping it from the middle of the city, the screams only increasing as Kristen could feel that familiar tingle between her legs and at the base of her spine.   Kristen dangling the building from the top, carefully pinching it between her nails, the inch tall skyscraper had dots falling out.  Their silhouettes illuminated against the dim glow of the room as they tumbled downward, smashing onto the thick fabric of Kristen’s jeans between her legs. 

              Inspecting the building closely with her hazel eyes, breathing over the building, her breath still intoxicated with the fruity and harsh smells of the many cocktails she had been drinking even if Kristen wasn’t really feeling all that tipsy anymore.  Kristen slowly lowered the building to her parting red lipstick covered lips, sticking her tongue out slightly and curling her tongue around the building, gently letting go of the building as it sat still in once piece atop her tastebuds. 

              Kristen pushed her tongue around, trying to taste anything, but there was nothing really discernable, wondering how it felt for Ginny who ate a building full of people during the meeting, Kristen wanting to try it for herself, but the taste was disappointing.  An underwhelming mix of dirt and maybe a hint of salt was all.  Kristen curled her lips in disappointment and pushed her tongue backward as saliva built up around the building filled with thousands of micro people.  Her thick saliva seeping into the broken windows and cracking foundation within the dark cavern of her warm, damp mouth. 

              Kristen could hear the slightest high pitch squeak of screams before she swallowed the building whole, feeling the little pebble like lump slide down her throat to disappear in her stomach, as if swallowing a pill or a vitamin.  Kristen didn’t care much about the fate she subjected those unsuspecting people to, burning alive slowly for hours and digested in a disgustingly loud, slimy, pitch-black stomach.  But she did feel that rush flowing through her mind and body of having the power to do whatever she wanted, even picturing a screaming Tyler taken hostage in the building and drowning in her stomach acid. 

              She rotated from off the wall, feeling a little arousal pulsing between her legs.  Leaning forward and laying down face first, propping her massive breasts upward and facing toward the city as she kicked her legs up behind her, playfully batting them forward and backwards in the air while she curled her toes, using her hands to prop her face up comfortably.  “Having fun?” Kristen giggled as the screams grew a little louder, hearing them more clearly as her face was lowered just above the city’s sky. 

              The tops of her breasts rolling forward and out of her bra, a grotesque tidal wave of her glowing flesh protruding over the entirety of the city and into a few neighborhoods flattened under the rolling skin slowly compressing into the floor and squishing anyone caught underneath, no matter how soft and forgiving her tits were.  Kristen smiling wide, almost disturbingly as she scanned the city from left to right, continuing to bat her feet with excitement high above her back. 

              “Hmm… what to do next?” Kristen whispered before she licked her teeth, almost psychotically, her eyes lowering with pleasure and satisfaction as she grew wet between her legs, her nipples hardening against the cold floor through her silky bra.  “Hope you don’t mind if I scooch a little closer…” Kristen breathily said with a lustful and sexual tone.  Shimmying her hips and body forward as her tits spilled into the city, bulldozing hundreds of buildings and homes spread out across the suburbs and inner districts.  Seeing little blips of orange and red explosions, heating the skin of her breasts, the explosions turning to plumes of smoke before disappearing underneath her voluptuous chest. 

              Countless homes and city blocks flattened under her breasts, but Kristen not leaning enough inward to damage downtown and the main districts, sparing the heart of the city.  Instead, feeling the crumbs and sand-like debris beneath her skin wiggling and writhing before a few pops squelched the tickles away.  Barely able to see over her own curving breasts anyway, she couldn’t notice the buildup of debris and destruction within her own cleavage, hundreds of unlucky survivors clinging onto the vast space between her tits, but Kristen adjusted her position slightly, pinning her breasts momentarily together and ruthlessly crushing anyone spared between her globes of warm skin. 

              She reached back to her side and picked up Madelyn’s barbie doll, bringing the popular plastic woman around and above the city.  “Uh oh… what’s this?  A giant monster doll?  Hehe…” Kristen giggled, immediately flashing back to a childlike feeling of playing with her own dolls, only this time, it was movie-esque.   A “smaller” giant plastic monster woman attacking a big city full of frightened tiny people.  The barbie doll, only about a mile and a half tall from the perspective of the micros, but still massive enough to cause untold destruction. 

              Kristen’s hands and fingers wrapping around the blonde barbie’s legs and body, positioning and tweaking the placement of the doll’s limbs and head.  It was uncanny valley, the horrific cartoonish smile and always open blue eyes staring down at the real, tiny people while Kristen was puppeteering the toy.  Kristen lowered the barbie into the city, the sparkly plastic pink heels digging into a district near downtown, plumes of gray smoke shooting outward from the barbie’s pink shoes. 

              The highest buildings reaching up nearly to below the barbie’s bare knees where the ruffled pink ended just above.  Kristen pinching the leg of the barbie and raising it, lowering it further into the city as if mimicking a giant monster taking a deadly step into the busy and packed streets full of crying and shrieking people.  Kristen watching as buildings collapsed underneath the plastic heel, specks disappearing underneath the doll’s footstep.  Kristen couldn’t help but let out a few girlish giggles from high above.  She wound up the leg and kicked it outward, cleaving a building in half as it fell into the streets into a plume of destruction. 

              “You know, usually… the city would fight the giant monster in the movie… but if you scuff my daughter’s doll, I’ll be beyond angry… if I see anyone shooting at the barbie, I’ll vacuum all of you up and throw you away” Kristen cryptically spoke. 

              Kristen lifted the barbie from downtown, sparing the people for a moment as she looked for another target, seeing a flatter district of neighborhoods and specks running all around in masses and hysterics.  “I wanna… try… this…” Kristen spoke slowly as she brought the toy over to the neighborhood districts on the window side of the city.  Seeing tens of thousands of fleeing specks all filling the streets from edge to edge, an unobstructed view of their panicked movements without skyscrapers and buildings getting in the way of the visuals.   

              Kristen gently pinched the right leg of the barbie doll and aimed it right over the biggest mass of specks and colored dots of micros.  Deliberately and slowly lowering the plastic heel into the crowds of screaming people, as only a few managed to escape the oncoming sparkling shadow.  Kristen pressing the leg downward with some pressure as Kristen could feel the crunches and popping sensations of thousands of people being squished to death underneath the miniature pink high heel.  “Mmm…” Kristen hummed with pleasure, reaching her free hand back and feeling between her legs, the feintest trace of wetness seeping through the fabric of her jeans could be felt, but she didn’t want to pleasure herself quite yet.

              Picking up the doll, seeing the tiny heel print in the neighborhoods filled with a glistening red residue.  Flipping over the doll above the city and inspecting the shoe, hundreds of squished bodies flattened against the pink heel as Kristen realized she would have to really clean up the doll before giving it back to Madelyn. 

              Kristen’s phone finally buzzed as she smirked, expecting the leaders of the room to beg her to stop, already picturing the desperate words of the tiny people in her mind only fueling her lustful excursion of death unto the innocents that belonged to her queendom.  She sat the doll down behind her and scooted back and up, deliberately bouncing her ass over Sole City for a brief second before leaning against the wall and returning to her upright sitting position.  She kicked her legs and feet back out toward no man’s land dangerously close to Talem as her soles towered over the skyline of the hyperloop train hub.

              Kristen pleasantly sighed, biting her lip as she had the powerful feeling like she could fuck a whole city again without care, her birthday rescued by the blissful feeling of total power over her people’s lives.  She reached down with her free hand and slowly rubbed her pussy through her jeans a few times, “I’ll be taking this… thank you…” Kristen said as she pulled her hand away from her pussy, reaching into Sole City and snatching up another tall skyscraper from its foundation, leaving behind a tower of smoke.  Kristen lowering her hand into her jeans, using her knuckles to lift her panties up, curling her hand with the building tucked gently under her fingers before folding the inch tall building into her wetness. 

              She began rubbing the building into herself as it broke apart with ease, moaning softly as she reached her free hand toward her phone, bringing her device up to her chest and swiped it open to what she wanted to be a desperate message crying for mercy from Sole City, wanting to use it as fuel to finish herself off, but no, the unexpected message read differently.  “You need to stop” the message read, but the message came from someone who hadn’t talked back to her in 6 years. 

              She continued to read the message, pausing her rubbing, “we can’t continue to be the victims of your anger issues and your drinking problems” Kristen wincing her eyes at the harsh message, feeling a surge of anger reverberate through her body, surpassing how horny she was, but continued on.  “Kristen, goddess, we care about you, but it’s time your mental health issues need to be addressed.  This can be done not by killing us to make you feel better, but by seeking professional help, please… we are not your stress toys.  We paint your nails, we follow your rules, we rub your toes, we clean your shoes, people pray to you… please, please have respect for us from time to time” the message concluded from General Werth. 

              Kristen’s blood was boiling beneath her skin, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist around her phone.  She placed her phone back in her pocket and removed her hand from her pussy before she grabbed the barbie off the floor and stood up to her full height, leaving behind a decimated Sole City in her wake. 

              She marched over the pathways, angrily stomping by each city and up to Queenstown by the door.  Gripping the barbie tightly in her hand and staring down Queenstown.  “Lecture me about respect?  You’re not my father.  And you sure can’t fucking tell me what the fuck I can and cannot do with you and everybody in my house…” Kristen calmly and quietly said. 

              Kristen knew that General Werth’s construction headquarters was in the middle of her big toe print left behind by her accidental step.  Kristen with a stern look on her face, not wanting to ruin the progress of rebuilding Queenstown, picked up her big toe and aimed it downward.  Accurately and with conviction, she stamped her big toe back down across her previous print, feeling a small crunch of whatever and whoever was down there. 

              Kristen twisted her toe left to right, grinding away anything leftover and stomped out of the room, sparing Queenstown any more damage, locking the door behind her and marching into the guest bathroom.  Kristen angrily washing off the grime and bloody corpses from Madelyn’s doll, inspecting the toy all over and all around to make sure there wasn’t a single imperfection, or a single micro body left over.  She wiped it dry, returning it to its brand new and unsuspecting appearance. 

              Her eyes and brow still lowered in anger as she grumbled, “fucking asshole… piece of shit old man… you picked the wrong fucking time… asshole!  Why did you do that!” Kristen quietly cursed and groaned on the way back to the living room to place the barbie perfectly back on the floor with all of Madelyn’s scattered toys.  Kristen bending down before she heard something that caught her off guard.

              “Mommy?  Why are you so mad?” Madelyn sweetly and innocently asked from the stairs.  Kristen noticed Madelyn’s eyes welting with a few watery tears.  Kristen was speechless for a few seconds, widening her eyes in shock.  “I’ve never heard you talk like that before…” Madelyn said with sadness. 

              “Oh, sweetie… I’m not mad…” Kristen said with a loving tone, rushing over to Maddy, Kristen dropping to her knees and tightly hugging onto her daughter.  Kristen’s mood immediately changing from anger and righteous god-like retribution to regret and shame.  “What are you doing up, Maddy girl?” Kristen sweetly asked with a soft tone, Kristen’s heart beating rapidly. 

              “I woke up because I was excited for your birthday” Madelyn said. 

              “Aww… sweetie” Kristen said as she continued to tightly hug her daughter.  Kristen calmed down the sniffling Madelyn and got her back to sleep after sitting with her atop her bed for a little while.

              Kristen soon after went into her room, undressing, and pushing out any remnants of the building or micros from her pussy into the toilet before washing herself and getting her makeup off.  Kristen lying in bed in the earliest hours of the morning.  Kristen folded over, burying her face into a few pillows and hiking the blankets up and over her body to combat the colder air circulating through the quiet house. 

              “What did I do…” Kristen’s voice was pained, feeling regret over squishing General Werth, sure he tried to fight her and invade Crest years ago, but he ended up becoming one of Kristen’s most trusted leaders, telling the truth and offering solid advice whenever asked of him.  The older general even reminding Kristen of how her own father was like at times.  Their character and traits similar in some respects, “no, don’t think about that…” Kristen tried to dismiss the thought. 

              He would never steer Kristen wrong, she thought.  Thoughts flooding her mind, maybe she does have an anger issue, a drinking problem, no, no way, I’m fine she thinks… “Oh god…” Kristen said again as her own eyes started to water, a few tears trickling onto the pillow a bit and leaving behind a tiny puddle absorbed by the threads of the soft covers…