Marnie ripped her Dynamax Band off her wrist with a snarl. “What’s wrong with you?” she cried, shaking it as if it were alive. “You just cost me a Gym Battle, you stupid–! Urgh!” 

It had been a tense fight. After several rounds of furious battling, Raihan had brought out his Duraludon and she’d responded with her Grimmsnarl. When she’d tried to Gigantomax it, however, nothing had happened. Raihan and his team had swept her in instants. 

Since the Band refused to explain its treachery, Marnie snarled again and flung it at the ground. “Ugh! I’m going to have to challenge them all over again!” She threw up her arms. 

Breathing hard, she forced herself to calm. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” she told herself, massaging her temple. “All you’ve got to do is get another Band and try again. It’s that simple. You’re sure to defeat them next time.” It didn’t help much. 

On the ground, the Dynamax Band sparked, spitting out little pink embers. For some reason, the sight of it made her furious. She really hated the stupid thing, and the whole stupid gimmick of Dynamaxing. She hated the whole mechanic, and she hated how the League practically required it, and she especially hated some of the Gigantomax designs. What had Nintendo–sorry, Arceus–been thinking? Urgh! She hated this whole region!

The Band sparked again, popping and crackling with vivid pink flames. “Urgh!” she cried, drawing back her foot. “Just shut up!” She kicked it–

–and screamed as Dynamax energy coursed out of the Band and through her body, making her hands tremble and her teeth chatter and her hair stand on end. “I-I-I-I-I–!” 

A terrible sense of vertigo struck her senses. Below, Route 6 fell away from her. She screamed and struggled for something to grab on to, but there was simply nothing to grab. Nothing except clouds. 

Looking down, Marnie breathed hard, her chest rising and falling in her dress. Her body glowed, shimmering with the glistening red light of a successful Dynamax, while thick red clouds curled around her sides. 

Beneath her lay Galar in miniature, a tiny replica of the country as a whole, like the model village outside Wyndon. Heart pounding, she raised her hands and studied them, disbelieving. She’d always wanted to be the big woman in town. Well, now it seemed she’d finally gotten her wish. 

Marnie’s lips curled into a treacherous smile. She’d been looking for a way to blow off some steam, hadn’t she? Well, now she had a way. 

Squinting, she looked down, searching, searching. All of Galar lay beneath her, lain out like a map, so small it was actually a little difficult to find what she was searching for. She got it in time though: there, the Hammerlocke Gym, sitting right next to her right boot, like a big, fat Politoed just waiting for someone to stomp on it. 

Raising her leg, she gave it a grin. Should she say something? What was fitting? “And this is for using a Full Restore!” She brought her foot down with a crash, demolishing the Gym as if it were made of matchsticks. Marnie used Stomp!

It had even more of an effect than she’d expected. Not only did her stomp crush the Gym, but the shockwave flattened most of the city around it, bringing down every building in half a mile. 

As the sound of screams wafted up on the breeze, Marnie found herself flushing redder than ever. She’d only intended to take out her anger on the place, but the sight of Hammerlocke in ruins, with all those innocent people scrambling about like ants in the rubble made her want to– Nnn~! Sucking in a breath of cool, high-altitude air, she spun on the spot, searching for her next target of choice? How about Stow-on-Side? 

Leaving Hammerlocke behind her, she marched across the country, crossing great leagues in single steps and splattering trainers and Pokémon alike like bugs in the process. When she reached her destination, she didn’t bother to stop: she simply leapt into the air like a diver off the board, and dropped, her butt aimed for the ground. Marnie used Ground Pound! “Hah, take that, Bea!” 

As she stomped the ruins of Stow-on-Side into dust, she clambered back to her feet using the mountains for support, her grin wide and her pussy burning. A part of her wanted nothing more than to slip her fingers between her legs, but she settled for grabbing a breast and tweaking a nipple, her breath emerging in thick plumes, like the clouds surrounding her head. 

Sucking in air, she scanned the horizon for targets and settled at last for Rose Tower, standing tall over Wyndon. 

Drawing her phone, she spun it around and raised it high, as if planning to take a selfie. Instead, she hit record. “Hi, everyone! It’s your girl, Marnie! And today we’re going to be scoring the winner goal in our own little football league! I hope those of you in Wyndon are ready, because here… I… come…!” 

Clasping her phone, she started to run, demolishing large swathes of the countryside with every step, picking up speed, faster and faster, until at last Wyndon stood before her, a city in miniature, and without slowing she drew back her leg and–

Marnie used Kick! It’s super effective! 

Her boot crashed through the city like a horizontal meteor, smashing straight through row after row of buildings and sending Rose Tower flying high into the sky, disintegrating as it spun. 

She spent the next several minutes jumping and leaping and stamping and rolling, crushing every last speck of life on the ground. Finally, scooping up a handful of survivors, she squeezed them to meat and stood looking down on her work. 

Now. The only question was: what should she do with the rest of the region?  

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Leaving the ruins of Wyndon behind her, Marnie stomped across Galar like a big, unfriendly giant, searching for the next innocent city she should destroy. 

“Hmm,” she thought, tapping her chin as she walked. “I wonder what I should do next…?” It was hard to choose; there were so many good options. She could stomp or kick or jump on the spot and cause a series of earthquakes. She could leap into the air and land on her butt, crushing thousands of innocents beneath her cheeks. Or she could bend down and scoop them up and stuff them into her mouth like so many grains of rice. So, so many good options. 

Before she could decide, she realized she’d arrived at her destination: Balloonlea. Looking down at the adorable fairy forest surrounding the quaint little village, she stooped, ripped an ancient oak out of the ground, and snapped it like a toothpick. She wondered what they thought of that down below. 

After a couple of seconds, she decided she didn’t care what they thought, especially not that miserable Bede. As far as she was concerned, they were nothing more than ants to her. And ants existed to be crushed. She raised her hand. Marnie used Double Slap!

Her palm slammed into the town, over and over and over, each blow demolishing a house or a store. Since, like all the other settlements in Galar, the town was so strangely small, it took only a handful of blows to reduce it and most of its inhabitants to dust. Or big red splats on the forest floor, in the latter case. 

Not everyone died instantly to her attack, however. Kneeling there, Marnie happened to notice a few people crawling out of the rubble. For several seconds she simply watched them, like a child in the dirt studying the worms crawling around them. Then she raised a hand, extended a finger and–

Splot. Splot. Splotsplot.

Leaving the ruins of Balloontea behind her, she marched straight to the East. Soon, instead of trees, it was ice cracking beneath her feet, as she arrived at the edge of the frigid city of Circhester. As she looked down on the place, Marnie remembered the way she’d first been beaten by the fat old hag Melony. She wondered if she were still around… If she could find her, it would be fun to start by squishing her… She ripped the roof off the gym and peered inside. 

When her efforts to find Melony had no success, she pulled back, stroking her chin in thought. Hmm. What would be the most fun way to destroy this awful place? 

The steam from the hot spring wafted around her legs, tickling her exposed ankles. Marnie’s eyes flashed with delight. Ahah! Of course! 

Kneeling down, she dug her hands into the spring and dug, ignoring the tingle of the water against her skin. Now she was so large, temperatures like this meant nothing to her. Forming her hands into scoops, she dug and dug, flinging pile after pile of dirt behind her. (Marnie used Dig!)

Finally, after much Digging, she found what she was looking for. Crawling back, she watched in smug amusement as the ground started to shake and bubble, emitting clouds of thick black smoke. Soon, the earth could no longer contain the treasure she’d unburied, and with a tremendous bang–

The pocket of lava under the town erupted. 

Marnie knelt there and watched, laughing like a madwoman, as the lava washed over the town, smothering, incinerating, and melting the inhabitants. In a matter of minutes, it spread all the way to the edge of the settlement, leaving only a large and rapidly cooling puddle where the former city had been standing. Marnie shivered as the stuff lapped against her legs. She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of this to start–everyone knew Fire was Super Effective against Ice. 

After taking a little time to warm her feet in Circhester’s remains, Marnie stood and looked around in search of her next target/destination. After some thought, her eyes finally settled on the nearby town of Spikemuth, her own hometown. 

Crossing the sea, she came to a stop on its edge, looking down at the familiar buildings. She bit her lip. Could she really destroy her own hometown? She’d done some pretty terrible things since Dynamaxing herself, but she couldn’t go that far, could she? 

She thought about it for a second. Actually, she could totally go that far! 

Rushing back, she took a deep breath and broke into a charge, shaking the entire region as she rushed towards Spikemuth. Finally, the instant before her boots could crush the town, she bent her legs and leapt high into the air, spinning around and around till it was her giant butt aimed at the city she’d grown up in. 

For a second, she hung there in the air, blocking out the sun like a solar eclipse. And then, at last, gravity reclaimed her: she dropped picking up speed with every second, the air screaming as she dropped, until at last–

With a great crash, she struck the center of the town, instantly demolishing the gym and every around it, and creating a shockwave that flattened everything in several miles too. The screams she’d been hearing as she fell cut off instantly as their owners were reduced to lifeless piles of meat. 

For a minute or so, Marnie simply wiggled on the spot, shifting her weight from one gigantic cheek of her butt to the other, till she was finally satisfied that she’d obliterated everything. When she finally stood, she smirked in amusement: there was little sign that Spikemuth had ever existed. All that remained of the town were two big craters in the ground. And blood, and dust. 

Grinning, Marnie turned and stomped off, debris raining from her buttcheeks as she walked. Now, what town should she crush next…?

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