Chapter 1

John ladled the soup into the young hungry looking man’s bowl. He had been working at his community's soup kitchen for about a month now, and he liked the feeling of satisfaction he got as he helped to feed the less fortunate. John looked over at his best friend Frank, a tall bald black man, well muscled, with a wide nose, thick lips, and piercing brown eyes.

“So Frank, how did that date go last night?” John asked as he continued to ladle out soup to the line waiting for their lunch.   

“Not bad, but I don’t think we’ll be having another,” replied Frank.  

“Oh?” said John. “And why not?”

“Well,” replied Frank, “There was something off about her. She kept looking at me with a sort of hunger in her eyes. Not the good kind, but the kind where you just don’t know what she wants from you. To be honest, she kind of creeped me out.”

"You keep being picky like that, and it might take you a long time to find someone special,” noted John.

“Yes, but when you do find that special girl,” said Frank, “it’s worth it. She becomes your world and you become hers. There is no magic like it when it strikes your heart.”

John thought for a minute about what Frank said. Did he feel that way about Holly? She was really something special. Her porcelain-like skin, her red hair that fell in waves about her shoulders, and those oddly tinted blue eyes that made him lose himself in them. Great looking, and so smart. She worked at the local TV station as a director of programming. Her salary dwarfed his by several 0’s, and yet she really seemed to love him. Truth be told, he was starting to feel the same way towards her lately. 

“Sounds like you had someone special like that once before,” said John.

“I did once,” replied Frank. “But that was a long ass time ago. I’d rather look forward to the future than dwell on the past.”

As John continued to work, he heard the voice of that blind preacher that stopped by the soup kitchen from time to time. The preacher was a black man with a slightly pointed chin. He was almost bald on the top, with gray tufts near his ears. He wore worn and tatty priest clothes, as if he had been in some dusty fights.  He carried a blind man's cane which he used to find his way around.

“They're out there, the big people!” said the preacher with conviction. “They want to rule your life, and if they decide to, there's nothing that can stand in their way! Wake up! Is your boss who you think she is? Is your best friend? Is your girlfriend? They are everywhere, and you don't even see them for who they really are. I may have been born blind, but the Lord has let me ‘see!’ Can you?”

The preacher kept going along those lines, and John turned to Frank.

“What do you think he means by the big people? Does he mean the rich, the famous? The people with money?”

Frank looked at the old preacher thoughtfully. 

“Who knows what goes through the mind of someone like that. That old man left sanity behind a long time ago as far as I can tell.”

“She is the boss, she wants to use you, and you are but a plaything, and you won’t even know it, until it’s too late!” raved the preacher outside.

“Poor guy,” said John. “I hope he gets better.”   

John went over to the sandwich pile, picked one up and headed outside to the preacher.

“Here sir, I thought you might want something to eat,” John said as he approached the preacher.   

The preacher reached out with his hands and grabbed the sandwich from John. Then, feeling the strength of John’s hands, he reached up and felt his well muscled arms. Then he felt John’s face, with his square jaw, and he felt the long flowing, slightly curly golden blonde locks of John’s hair. 

“You are a good looking man. Prime breeding stock. Be careful young man, be careful!” said the preacher.

“Um yeah, you have a good day.” said John as he edged back towards the food pantry.

When he returned to the line, Frank gave him a look.

“Good breeding stock, huh? I didn’t realize you were cattle, John.”

“Very funny,” said John. “But I’m no bull, and I don’t traffic in bullshit either.”

Just then, an older man in a white suit and dark sunglasses walked in. He had a square cut face and a receding hairline with a widow's peak, slightly graying at the edges.

“Hey Frank, how’s it going? Did you decide if you’re coming to the meeting tonight?”

Frank turned to John and said, “John, I’d like you to meet Gilbert. Gilbert, this is John.”

“Nice to meet ya,” said Gilbert. “We are starting up a new group for the sake of the homeless community. Kind of a neighborhood protection group.”

“I won’t be able to make it tonight,” said Frank. “I got a double shift today, and I need the money.”

“No problem,” said Gilbert, turning to face John. “How about you?”

“Ah, I don’t join groups until I know more about them first.” replied John.

Suddenly Gilbert looked at a woman a few tables away eating soup. His eyes seemed to narrow, and he quickly turned back to Frank and John.

“Be mindful of the weather.” Gilbert said. “There have been more occurrences of local weather formations causing oddly shaped clouds and shadows on the ground.”

With those words, the woman eating the soup, stared up at him.

Gilbert, noticing this said, “Well, gotta get going gents. I look forward to meeting with you both at a future time.”   

With that he hurriedly moved out of the food pantry and into the alley outside.

John wondered why Gilbert was in such a rush all of sudden after looking at that woman in the food pantry. Before he could decide if he would join Gilbert’s neighborhood watch program he decided he would follow Gilbert to see where he was going and what was going on.

“Frank, can you finish up my work for me? I suddenly have something I need to attend to.”  asked John.

“Sure, I’m here anyway, see you tomorrow.” replied Frank.

John hurried out to follow Gilbert. Gilbert had a good head start, but John followed him discreetly through a maze of alleys, over fences, and through abandoned fields. Finally Gilbert approached an old abandoned warehouse, in a district with a lot of run-down buildings.

John quietly crept up to the warehouse and settled down next to a broken window. Inside, he started to hear snatches of conversation:

“They are getting more aggressive. Lately a lot more people have gone missing.”

“There is no way to stop them. What can we do? We need to figure out a way to reason with them. Maybe we can negotiate some sort of …”

Just then, John heard the marching of boots approaching the warehouse. He quickly moved around the corner of the building and moved to an adjacent abandoned building. He hid behind a dumpster and watched to see what would happen.

A force of police women approached the warehouse. He heard yelling.

“We’ve been found! We’re doomed!”

“Quickly, surround the warehouse!” said one of the policewomen.

As soon as she said that, John saw Gilbert sneaking out of the back of the warehouse, with a cardboard box clutched in his hands. Two other people ran out of each of the other sides of the building and were quickly detained by the police. Everyone entered the warehouse, and then John heard the strangest sound … a giant whooshing noise, followed by loud laughter, and then complete silence.

John dared not move. He stayed that way for 30 minutes, but there were no other sounds coming from the warehouse. No one entered or exited the building.  What happened to all of the police? Finally he inched over toward the building and peeked inside the broken window. Nothing. No one. The building was completely empty. He entered and looked around. All he saw was debris, dust, and … Wait. What was that?   

He saw a crack in one of the walls, and so he went over and pushed on it. To his surprise it pushed open to reveal a small secret room. Inside was a table with chemistry flasks, tubes, and molds for something flat. He saw some boxes, similar to the one that Gilbert had taken when he escaped earlier. He opened one of the boxes, and to his surprise, all he saw inside were black sunglasses. Just like the pair that Gilbert had been wearing.

John took the box, closed the secret door carefully, and left the warehouse. He went over to the other abandoned building next door and hid the box behind the dumpster. He took out one pair of sunglasses. He hung it on his shirt thoughtfully and decided to start walking home.

When he reached the busy streets again, he took the sunglasses and put them on. Suddenly the world shifted drastically in his vision. What had been giant ads on billboards on buildings now depicted pornography on a scale he couldn’t believe. He lifted up the glasses in disbelief, and all he saw were the ads again. One ad showed a huge church building with the words “Services every day.” He slid down the glasses, and where the church had been he now saw a giant woman’s pussy. Her thighs stretched out on either side of the billboard and tiny men were arranged in front of her pussy on their knees bowing with their hands to the ground in front of her. On her left thigh were tattooed the words “Worship your” and on her right thigh were the words “new Goddess”.

He lifted his glasses again and saw a car ad on one of the billboards. He put his glasses down and instead of a car he saw a giant pair of breasts, holding a small man in between them. The slogan underneath said “Cum in.”

He looked at one more billboard for KFC Chicken. Lowering his glasses he saw a giantess licking the cock of a small man pressed against her fingers. The slogan said “Finger lickin’ good.”

What the Hell??? What was going on? 

He looked back down and on a nearby magazine stand he saw simple words printed on the previously dense pages of the magazines: “Procreate,” “Be happy, little one,” “We adore you,” “Feel sexy,” “You are desirable,” and “You are ours now”.

What the hell was this? thought John. How can this be?

Everywhere he looked were messages sexual in nature or pictures of giant women or their body parts sexually interacting with tiny men. And then, suddenly, he spotted something new. He saw one of them.

It was a woman whose eyes were glowing red. He could see dark mechanical-looking bones in her body, and he could even hear her mechanical noises as she was approaching him.

He stared at her in open shock.

“What?” said the woman. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you staring is rude?”

“What the HELL are you, anyway?!” shouted John.

She lifted her arm up to her mouth and spoke: “We have one that can see.”

Suddenly John saw other women lifting up their arms to their mouths and heard snippets of conversation.“White caucasian male, blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, muscular, wearing a blue and white denim shirt and blue jeans.”

“Oh I don’t like this, not one bit.” said John, quickly backing away and moving hurriedly from the gathering crowd of women with red glowing eyes.

Suddenly he felt his body being slammed into a nearby alley. Two women dressed like police women, but with the red glowing eyes and dark bones, looked at him and pointed guns at him.

“Now look here,“ said one of the police women. “You’ve stumbled onto something here, but this doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“We can make this a very pleasant experience for you, if you let us,” said the other cop.

But John was having none of this. He’d seen the Terminator movies. He elbow checked one of the cops near her arm and managed to grab her pistol. He took aim and fired into the head of the other cop. She fell to the ground, and he saw splattered flesh but with a metallic gleam underneath the surface. Then the red lights in her eyes died out and turned off. The other cop was looking at her partner, and before she could react, he shot her in the head as well. When he saw the red lights in her eyes turn off, he said, “So you can die like us too!”

Grabbing the gun from the other cop, he went to their police car and found a rifle in the front seat, along with more ammunition. He cocked the rifle in one hand and fingered the pistol in the other. Spotting a nearby beauty shop filled with women, he decided to go inside.

Once inside he saw a mix of normal women and women with red glowing eyes.

“I am here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and I’m all outta bubblegum!” he yelled.

The women started screaming, and he unleashed shot after shot at the heads of the mechanized women in the shop. The glow of their eyes died out every time his shots landed, in quite a satisfying manner. But then one of them in a corner lifted her arm to her mouth, said something, and then suddenly vanished with an odd sound. That’s when he heard the sirens.

He quickly left the shop and headed to a nearby alley.

What he did not see after he left the shop was the giant tongue pressed against the inside walls of the shop as it slurped up the remaining human women one by one, and all of the robotic evidence. The human women in the shop screamed in fear, their bodies no larger than a piece of Chuckles candy compared to the huge tongue wreaking havoc in the shop. After each woman was slammed into a wall, the tongue would draw the woman down to a large circular hole in the floor where a huge mouth and white teeth could be seen. The tongue swept and pressed throughout the room, leaving nothing but large trails of saliva. By the time the sucking, slurping, and gulping sounds ended, the room was cleared of evidence. A large moan of contentment echoed up into the room. The tongue descended into the hole and down into the giant mouth, and then the hole was just gone, as if it had never existed.

As John wandered down the alley, his head felt like it was going to split apart. He took off his glasses and suddenly felt the pain lessen, just a little bit. But he was still pretty groggy. Suddenly a very familiar car pulled up next to him. The window rolled down, and he saw his girlfriend Holly inside.

“Get in here, you idiot!” she said. “You’re wanted everywhere!”

John quickly got in and crouched down so that he wouldn’t be seen easily.

Holly started to drive the car very fast. John’s mind felt numb, and he stared up at her affectionately from down below on the seat.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Back to my place,” said Holly. “What the hell were you doing, John?”

“I can’t really explain it,” said John groggily. “It’s just something you have to see for yourself.”

Holly rolled her eyes. “The only thing I want to see right now is both of us safe in my penthouse apartment.”

John passed out for a little while, until he felt Holly lifting him up and out of the car. He staggered towards her apartment, and they took the elevator up to the top floor.

When they got inside her luxury apartment, she said, “Now tell me John: Tell me what happened exactly.”

John said, “Well it all started with these glasses.” He put them on, and to his shock, he saw Holly’s eyes glowing red and the mechanical bones in her body. He unconsciously reached for his gun, but he had left it in the car below.

“Well you’ve really gone and blown it now, haven’t you,” said Holly, grinning, as she grabbed his shirt and, with great and unexpected strength, lobbed him out of the window of her penthouse apartment.