I Loomed

I was having a nice day off. If I wanted, every day could be a day off for me now. But I don’t think that’s the way I want to play things. I think that it will be more fun to have an intact home base to come back to between my outings. And I like my co-workers well enough. Can’t wait to see what they think about me when I get back from my “vacation.” Probably they’ll be quite on edge for awhile, possibly terrified. Either would be as savory as popcorn chicken to a woman like me. In the mean time I had other duties to attend to.

Getting back to the city took nothing but a forceful thought on my part, especially as well fed as I was from my activities over the last couple days. I wanted to try for some anonymity at first, so I wore a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a gray hooded sweatshirt, a pair of shorts and some cheap sandals with brown faux leather straps to show off the still perfect pedicure I’d gotten just before my fun started. The outfit was pretty far off from the white bikini I’d worn during my recent visit. I didn’t want people to recognize me too quickly. And they would, because my Chinese ancestors left me with features that make it a little hard to be anonymous in a mostly white city, even if my face hadn’t been yards wide just the day before. If they recognized me too quickly, that would take a lot of the fun out of seeing their faces as they realize exactly where they know me from.

I stood on one of the major downtown streets. The smell of smoke still filled the air, and rubble was still scattered around on the streets. Looking around I saw shattered masonry, bricks crumbled like bread crumbs, and re-bar twisting and poking out of slabs of concrete. I smiled. I knew about where I needed to head. Of course I’d done a little surveying when I was here before, but I was pretty caught up in the moment, as you might imagine. I used an online mapping tool to pick the exact perfect spot for the day’s main activity. I walked up the street in that general direction, but I wasn’t in any rush. Day off, remember?

So I did my best to take in the sights. It was a lot easier to look around with an unblocked view now that so many of those pesky skyscrapers were out of the way. The few that remained were reduced to ragged stumps no more than one or two hundred feet tall.. Gazing up at the brutalized remains of a building I had particularly enjoyed, I wondered if there would be much evidence of my fun left. It wouldn’t hurt to check, so I decided to. I wandered the largely abandoned broken streets. Sometimes I would see one or more vehicles that had been absolutely flattened. A few had dried brownish red (Once bright crimson, I’m sure.) stains running away from the shattered windows; occasionally I caught a glimpse of some red mushy stuff seeping from between the cracks. As I made my way closer to my special building, I detected a faint musky scent on the breeze. It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, but I was a little surprised I could still detect it all these hours later. There were no rescue or reconstruction efforts being made. Which is just as I had ordered. They would be wasted anyway. I went up several blocks occasionally having to climb over or through rubble, or detour completely if it was too blocked off. I was determined to do this the regular way, and not take the easy way out. I continued getting closer and closer to my building.

When I was only about five blocks away I encountered a sight I knew I’d see. I’m going to be honest, I truly didn’t know exactly what or how I would feel when I encountered this part of my handiwork, or should I say footiwork? It was the body of an adult man, laying on his back, his entire form compressed flat. His blood and innards were smooshed out, had gone up, and apparently been forced out of his mouth where they spread like a gory rosette. His pale skin crumpled up around his broken bones like it was nothing but a bag of jagged rocks. I look down self-consciously at one of my sandaled feet. My nails were still perfect and shiny pink from the pedicure I got right before my visit. Getting closer, I stood right over his body and look down into his crunched up face. His bright brown eyes bulged out of their sockets. I wondered if it was fast or slow. Did he have lay there watching as a gigantic tan lightly furrowed flesh ceiling that was my sole descended casually from above, or did it slam down in an instant before he’d even known what happened?

A slight sting of guilt pricked within my chest; my heart perhaps. That was good. In my opinion, feeling guilty is an important and underrated quality in guilty pleasures. And that was definitely what I wanted this to be; a guilty pleasure; decadent. If it was everyday, it might not be so sweet. The guilt wasn’t close to overwhelming though, and it wouldn’t get in the way of further indulgences. I felt the power too, the pleasure of power unleashed on a massive scale only for my own amusement and satisfaction. And satisfying it was. My mind drifted back to that prick of guilt, it also meant that behind that power, I was somehow still human. Not mortal, of course, but human. I still had some measure of empathy and sympathy towards these people.

I further examined the man’s body. He’d been wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, and it looked like he was wearing a backpack. I could see the straps still laced around his mangled arms. Maybe he was just on his way to work or class when he had his fateful encounter with me. I guess I’d made him late. He’d surely remember that moment for the rest of his existence if his brain were intact, but I had trouble even remembering what would have brought me along this way. Probably heading over toward my special building. It was the reason I’d picked this city in particular. The ground was only going to get get thicker with bodies the closer I got. I looked down at the shattered man laid out beneath me and almost felt big again. It was nice.

No one had tried to move the body. That was good. There were no signs that insects or scavengers had gotten to it. That was also good. It meant things were working the way I’d meant them to. I had a grotesque morbid thought, and decided to follow it. I slipped one foot out of it’s sandal and swung it up, hovering it over the poor man. I brought it down right toward his face. I pressed my sole lightly against against his face, feeling the bits of gore against my soft skin. It was mushy and slightly warm still; another sign things were going as planned. I pressed a little more and felt the gore squish up beneath and through my pretty pink toes. I clenched them, feeling the little bits of meat and tissue squish between them. It felt familiar and oh so satisfying. As lifted my foot back off of his mushy face I swear I could just see his eyes flicker; perhaps an ever so slight narrowing of the iris. I planted my foot back in my sandal, blew the little guy a kiss, and continued on my way.

As I walked away from the body, I heard a voice call after me.

“Miss, miss!”

I turned and saw a white woman, about a decade older than me, maybe around forty-five or forty-six years old. She was wearing a warm tan sweater with a black and orange plaid scarf. Her medium length brown hair was looking more than a little disheveled. She walked right up to me, carefully averting her gaze from the man’s body.

“Don’t you know that were not supposed to mess with the bodies? That was one of the ‘orders’ she left for us.”

She walked closer. She was a little taller than me, at that particular moment anyway. She looked about five-five to my five-two. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. “We’re not supposed to touch the bodies of the dead, or make any major attempts at repairs, or even clear out the debris and rubble.”

“I see,” I said. “Or what?”

“Or she’ll come back. That’s what she said.”

“I don’t think that’s quite right.” I said smirking and feeling super naughty.

“Well, that’s what I heard. If we do any of that stuff she’ll come back.”

“What if she comes back anyway?” I asked.

“Well, then we’re fucked I guess, but there’s no reason to tempt fate.”

“Why not?” I said. “You just did.”

“What do you mean?”

Smiling uncontrollable, I pulled down my hood, then pulled off my cap and sunglasses.

She gasped. Her entire face stretched in fear and horror. I felt it exuding from her an absorbed it into my being. It felt and tasted wonderful reminding me of little shrimp skewers; not enough to fill me up by any means, but some delicious nibbles all the same. But even just the psychological pleasure of seeing a taller person so scared of little ol’ me was very nice on it’s own.

She knew exactly who I was now. She trembled.

“Are you here to ‘finish the job’?”

A tear rolled down her cheek. She was trying so hard to maintain composure. The emotional sadist in me was delighted.

“In a way.” I said.

Her fear heightened.

“Don’t worry,” I continued. “I’m not here for more ‘munch and crunch’ at the moment. I just needed to come back here to tie up loose ends a bit.”

“Loose ends?” Her fear was joined by confusion.

“Right, there are some things I need to do, just to finish up, but they don’t necessarily involve destroying more stuff or killing more people. I’ll need to grow a bit again. There might be some incidental destruction as a result, but I promise that’s not my reason for coming back here.”

As I spoke, I tested out one of my new abilities. I sent an emotional pulse toward my conversation partner intended to help her feel a bit calmer and more accepting of my presence. I needed to see if it worked.

“Are you feeling a little more calm now?” I asked.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Her tense posture relaxed just little, to my eyes anyway.

“Uh, maybe,” she said. “You really don’t intend to cause more destruction and death today?”

“Promise.” I said in complete and total sincerity. “What’s your name?”

“Sandra,” she said. “Sometimes go by Sandy. Depends on the people and the place.”

“Well, Sandy,” I said, “my name is Beth, and as you’ve correctly guessed, I’m the one responsible for all of this.” I swept my arm out in what I hoped was an elegant arc indicating the ‘everything’ around us in this shattered downtown area. “I am here to do some errands, like I was saying, but also just to see what I’ve accomplished up close. Now that I’m regular size again, it’s quite impressive.”

“You said you are going to grow again?” She asked with trepidation.

“Just a little.” I said. “For one of the things I came back to do, I’ll have to be bigger than I am now, but nothing like the scale I was at yesterday.”

She relaxed more. I could tell that she believed me.

“Why?” she asked. “Why this?”

“Because it’s something I’ve fantasized about doing for a very very long time. Basically since I was a teenager. Listen, I’m actually totally up for answering questions and I know you’ll have plenty, but first I want to correct some of the wrong information you have about my orders. They were for bodies to not be moved and survivors not to be rescued, yet. Also, I asked that none of the rubble or debris be cleared or any rebuilding be started yet. And another thing, I didn’t threaten to come back, I was just stating the fact that I would be back. I’m back now, so really I was just giving anyone listening a heads up. Now, I’m not exactly on a tight deadline, but I would like to sight-see a little more before I do what I came back to do. If you want to ask more questions, you’re welcome to ask while we walk.”

“Well,” the woman looked around a bit nervously but then said, “Okay.”

We walked along together as if we were just two friends having a stroll.

As we walked along, we found that the intersection a block ahead of the crushed man was dominated by a bright yellow school bus flattened like an empty soda can. The sight sent such a thrill through me, I swear I got goosebumps. The only evidence of death or injury was coming out of the bus’s cab.

Upon seeing this, Sandy dropped one of the big questions I had anticipated. “What happened to all the children? The pets?”

“They’re safe. I said. I shunted them all into a sort of side-pocket dimensional realm. They’re resting comfortably, and when they come back they’ll feel like they just had a long nap.” I paused considering my next words. “See, if I knew that they were down there under me, I just know I wouldn’t be able to have my fun. Growth is a very sexual activity for me, as I’m sure you saw, and so I don’t want to involve them at all. I’m not some pedophile or zoophile, see. If it wasn’t for the sex aspect of it, maybe I’d have just crushed young and old alike, but that’s just not the way it is with me. I can’t help but be super turned on at the thought of being an enormous size and destroying shit.”

“They’re coming back? When?”

“Probably in about a week or so.” I said, “By that time this place should be patched up enough for it to be safe for kids and animals, as safe as it usually is anyway.”

“I think you’re underestimating the amount of damage you’ve done here. It will take months or even years to clean and repair all this.”

“We’ll see.” was my only response.

“What? Are you just going to put it all back how it was or something?”

“Something.” I answered, wondering if she could detect the smirk in my voice. We walked along further.

“Fine,” she sighed, “be coy. Here’s an obvious question: How did you get so big in the first place?”

“That’s easy,” I said. “I infused myself with vast amounts of inter-dimensional energies using experimental science developed with a couple of peers. I was in a consumer trial for a new model of smartphone with some kind of very cutting edge and different technology acting as the receiver and transmitter in it. The phone got me in touch with my ‘colleagues’.” Here I suppressed a giggle. “They were both much more science minded than me and had things more or less worked out. When my phone activated, they got in touch and told me that I would be needed by them to triangulate what they were doing. Once they explained the full scope of their project, I was right on board. It turned out the three of us had a lot in common despite living in completely different universes. So I absorbed the power and used it to come to this city, shunt all the minors and animals away, and grow to gigantic size for fun.”

“Different universes?” Sandy was having trouble believing my tale. I don’t blame her. It sounds like something someone made up and posted on a size fetish message board.

“Yep.” I said keeping it to the point.

We walked along. Familiar musk grew stronger the closer we got to my intended destination. The flattened vehicles and bodies grew more numerous. Here they’d been so thick that bodies were smashed and smeared together beyond any hope of being recognized from one individual to the next. Blood and bone mixed freely with metal and glass. I remembered these steps very well. The little people and vehicles felt so nice crumpling and popping under my bare feet, and seeing them still just as I’d left them made it all even more real to me. My actions had had enormous consequences for these people’s lives.

“I haven’t been up this way yet.” Sandy said, a quiver in her voice. “You, you killed so many of us. Don’t you feel any guilt, any remorse?”

“I do feel a certain sting of guilt.” I confessed. “Actually that makes it more enjoyable for me. As for remorse,” I paused for drama, “none.” I stayed silent to let it sink in.

Sandy shuddered and I knew she was holding back tears. She filled with sorrow and disgust at my seeming lack of conscience. I absorbed them into myself. As the energy surged within my body, I savored the flavor of those deep mixed emotions of despair and fear. A mixture of gin and mint spread over my palate, deeply herbal and refreshing. It was so different from the massive amounts of sheer terror, panic, and confusion I’d tasted less than forty-eight hours earlier. That had been much bolder, less subtle, like spicy hot wings washed down with cold craft beer.

I stopped and let Sandy have her moment.

She sobbed into her hands. “Why? Why?” She might have been addressing God, but I was right there, so I was more direct with my answer than before.

“For fun; for pleasure; to make all of you little people realize that you’re all my toys now.”

“It’s not fair.” She cried. “Toys don’t feel; toys don’t hurt. You can’t kill toys.”

I smiled, “I suppose that’s true. You got me there.”

“How can you be so cool about all this. You were a huge monster, killing all these people then, and now your here touring your atrocities like a, a, a fucking tourist!” She lost it then and lunged at me. I let her. She punched me right in the jaw; I felt the impact, but not the pain. She beat her fists down on my torso above my breasts; it didn’t hurt. Finally, her energy nearly spent, she wrapped her hands around my throat and squeezed. I felt her fingers gripping like iron. I felt my windpipe squeeze shut. I couldn’t breath at all. It was nothing to me. Eventually the strength in her fingers gave out and they went limp. Sandy pressed her head against my chest, sobbing and heaving. I reached up my arms and drew her in close, hugging tight. She jolted at my touch, trying to resist, but I wouldn’t let her. I held her tight. She continued sobbing. I smelled her sadness. In that moment, it rippled in my mind like a stone hitting a pond. I didn’t feel bad at all about my destructive activities, but I did feel bad about how Sandra was feeling at that particular moment. I decided to do something about it.

I relaxed my grip slightly and made some space between our bodies, just enough to speak so she could hear me.

“Sandra, I’m sorry all of this has been so hard for you. You must feel so awful; scared, angry, and in shock. Your whole world has shifted. Now, I’m going to let you go, and if you want to run off somewhere and get away from this and from me, I understand. But if you stay I’m going to let you, and only you in on a little secret.” I looked right into her wet red eyes. “What do you think of that?”

Sandra sniffled and nodded.

I relaxed my arms and let her go. She took a couple steps back, re-entering her personal bubble. She looked down into my eyes.

“What’s this secret?”

“You have to promise not to tell. At least not until other people figure it out.”

She held up her right hand. “I swear.”

“Good,” I said. “Here we go. Now give me that hand; I’ll need it to demonstrate.”

“O-okay.” She stammered, and presented her hand.

I stepped forward and took her hand with mine. I gripped her forearm with the other hand. “Now, I’m sorry, but this is really going to hurt.” I twisted and folded her hand towards her great force. There were cracking noises. Sandra yelped and squealed. I’d broken her hand and some of her fingers. I released her, and she sobbed as she felt the broken hand with her other hand.

“Now, just wait.” I said.

She stood there like that for about forty seconds to a minute. Then she looked down at her wrist again.

“Did the pain stop?” I asked.

“It’s all itchy and fuzzy feeling.” She said.

After another few seconds, she was bending and twisting her hand again. She wiggled her fingers slowly, testing.

“See,” I said. “No permanent damage. Well, it’s going to be the same for all this.”

“But they’re all dead.”

“Sort of,” I said, “but I haven’t let any of their consciousnesses go on to the hereafter or whatever might wait. Those are still stuck in their bodies regardless of condition.”

Her eyes went wide. “So, like, can they still feel and think?”

“Only at a very basic level; depends how much of their brain is intact. As everything regenerates they’ll be more and more conscious and probably feel a lot like your wrist as it healed just now; all itchy and fuzzy inside.”

Sandra looked back down at her wrist, moving and rotating it more. “What about the people who are pinned under things?”

“The inanimate stuff will heal on it’s own too. And as it does it will release the people underneath to heal as well.”

“I see.” Sandra said. “Is that why you asked that they not be moved? Will that interfere with the regeneration process.”

I shook my head, smiling. “Not really, I just wanted to be able to walk around here while it’s still in all of its gory glory. Survey my works, so to speak.”

“Ah, well, I still have a question about all of this though.” I widened my grin, knowing what she was about to ask. “What about all of those people you ate?”

I cocked my head trying to evoke an air of the demure. “Well, stick around and you’ll get to find out.”

We followed the trail of carnage as it grew thicker and thicker. Bodies were flattened atop each other and smeared against the asphalt. The musky smell continued to thicken as we got closer to my favorite little skyscraper. The amount of rubble increased as well forcing us to be creative and take little detours here and there. Luckily some of the buildings I’d demolished created open space that hadn’t been there before. So I guess I take and I give, huh?

“So how long will it take everyone to heal from this?”

“Now that’s a secret I won’t tell. I picked a random number of days before I hopped over here for my fun. That’s how long it will take. I figure on doing that every time I do something like this.”

“Why?”

“To keep you little people on your toes. That’s why it still hurts too. It wouldn’t have to, you know, but I need people to still be scared of me even if death isn’t a real threat. Now you’re probably wondering why I need people scared. That’s because it’s so very fun to watch people scramble and panic and because I’m a sadist who takes pleasure in it. Plus, I feed on strong emotion now, so it benefits that as well. My desires are for dominance not annihilation.”

Disquiet in her voice, Sandra asked. “How often do you plan to smash cities?”

“Oh, whenever I get an urge to. I did a quick web search before all this and there are something like 10,000 metropolitan areas on Earth. Even if I did one a day, that would still keep me occupied for something like thirty years. I won’t do it every day though; I wouldn’t want to risk getting bored with it.”

“Ah,” Sandra said sarcasm in her voice, “we certainly wouldn’t want that.”

She amused me, so I let it pass and said. “Probably I’ll only do it on weekends or to blow off steam after work. Also I have other abilities that I certainly want to explore and practice.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, shrinking things, teleportation, adjusting the nature of my physical interactions, like, becoming intangible or invisible, I think. There’s no definitive list yet. That’s why it’s an exploration.

We rounded a corner and there it stood; my makeshift toy. A shattered hulk of a building. Before it had stood more than 500 feet, now it was another Ragged stump only eighty or ninety feet of it still standing. My sexy juices still coated the outside walls though they’d thickened to jelly in some spots and dried to crust where they’d spread thinner. Masses of bodies sprawled within my goop, some crushed to pulp, some nearly intact, and some who’d obviously drowned.

The sight of so much mayhem just from my drippings thrilled me, delighted me, and disgusted Sandra.

“Well,” she said, “you’ve seen it. What now?”

“Now it’s time to deal with the people I ate. They should be just about ready. I’m going to grow a bit now, so don’t freak out, okay.”

“Okay,” she said although she was very frightened.

I accessed the energy within. Drawing it from every cell with my conscious thoughts and will. I stretched. My clothes grew tighter. My shorts and sweatshirt strained as more of me tried to fill them up. I stretched and stretched. A wonderful wash of warmth came over my entire body and I kept stretching. My shorts and sweater gave way, with a satisfying burst spreading against my ever expanding frame. The straps of my sandals burst as my shiny pink toes outgrew them. As the last shreds fell from my body, I looked down at Sandra, enjoying her awe at my new height. “When I get a little bigger, I’m going to bend down to pick you up to make sure you’re safe, okay? I already hurt you once just as a demonstration, I don’t want to accidentally do it again.”

“Okay,” she called up, I heard the hesitation in her voice. Her anxiety was easy to sense, but underneath it I sensed a sliver of excitement. She’d enjoyed watching me grow out of my clothing. I knew she’d let me pick her up with no struggle..

I stretched and kept stretching. Growing feels like the most satisfying stretch you could ever have and just when you think you’ve reached your limit, you keep going. I grew and grew until I was the size of a small cottage. Not nearly enough for what I needed to do, but more than enough for me to squat down, reach for Sandra, and grasp her safely with my massive hands, which she now fit very nicely in.

I said. “Now I’m going to grow a bit bigger, but I’m going to grow you along with me, so you’ll be perfectly safe, okay?”

She nodded.

I drew on the energy again. It flooded my body, filling to where I felt like I’d pleasantly burst, then I directed it into Sandra’s body. I stretched again stretching to my limit then beyond, and as I did, Sandra stretched too. I sensed confusion, resistance, and then pleasure as she accepted the sensation. I grew her clothes too. We had only just met after all. As I grew my feet spread further smearing and bulldozing the bodies and rubble beneath. It was not my concern. They’d recover in their time. We stretched together and I felt Sandra’s wonder along with my own delight as I unleashed more energy and we gained more mass. We reached the height of the stump of the skyscraper I’d violated with my pussy not so long before. Then we surpassed it. When it was at about shin height I stopped. If I have to put numbers to it, I’d say I was a little over 2000 feet tall at that point which would’ve made Sandra just around 120 feet or so, I suppose. I held her up to my face.

“Well, how was that?”

“Scary, but kind of exciting.” She said.

“Did it feel good? Having that energy flood your little body, stretching bigger and bigger.”

“Uh,” she laughed nervously, “It was pleasant. Thank you for growing my clothes with me.”

“No problem, so that actually brings us to the specific reason I’m back today. You remember all the people I ate during ‘playtime’?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, they’re ready to come out, and I need to decide where to drop them off.”

“How?” She asked.

“Nature’s way, of course.” My gut rumbled a bit. My body knew what I was preparing to do. “Anyway, I need to figure out the perfect place to release them. I was thinking about doing it right here. Just squatting down and relieving myself on my little toy. But now I wonder, if I do that, will it over shadow me having fucked the building?”

“I was actually wondering,” she said shyly (But I could sense the wonderful throbbing feelings underneath that.) “Didn’t that hurt? Sticking a big concrete and metal structure into yourself?”

I enjoyed sensing her curiosity mingle with her excitement. It tasted like a fizzy birthday cake.

“not at all.” I answered. “First of all, I’m pretty impervious to pain or injury now. Second, I expended a small amount of energy to reinforce the building’s structures so it would hold up better to my abuse. It felt like about a medium to medium-good dildo, but knowing that there were so many little people inside terrified and at my big hungry snatch’s mercy was so intoxicating. Too bad I tore it all up in my excitement. It would have been fun to see that tapered tip just drenched in my juices and little crushed bodies.” I sighed. “But that’s neither here nor there. Now, can you suggest any good spots where a girl might relieve herself in this city?”

Sandra hesitated.

“Maybe some ex’s house, or former employee, anything you wouldn’t mind being buried under a giantess’s leavings?”

“I guess you could use the big park.”

“Cool,” I said, “You’ll have to guide me there.”

“I could, turn me around so I have a better view of the city below.”

“Certainly,” I answered and shifted her in my hand until she was facing the same smoking, cratered, rubble strewn ruin I had been enjoying since I’d enlarged myself.

“Ah,” she pointed in a general direction. “That way.”

“Neat, let me put you back down for a sec.” I squatted down again and placed the now gigantic Sandra among some ruins that she now towered over. Then I found all that energy flooding my body, and stuffed it back down. I felt myself compressing down as if pressed in over my entire body by some warm gentle force. In it’s own way it can feel just as good as growing does. As I compressed I walked ahead, soon I was at just about Sandra’s new height and standing right in front of her.

“Alright,” I said, “show me the way.”

“Why did you shrink?” Sandra asked.

“I don’t really want to destroy other stuff at the moment. There’s not a lot left worth destroying here at this point, for my preferences anyway. But you seem to be getting some kind of kick out of this size-changing stuff, so why should I deny you.”

Sandra couldn’t help smiling big. “Okay.”

We strode through the streets like mighty colossi. I was quite careful to avoid crushing any thing that was still intact below. Sandra was following my lead, but every once in a while I caught her looking at one of the few intact vehicles we encountered with a certain gleam in her eye. I felt Sandra’s urges exude from her like the smell of a baking pie.

“You actually like being big, don’t you, Sandra?”

“More than I should.” She said. “I think I’m starting to understand the thrill of it. I’ve even had a horrible urge to try stepping on one of these intact cars or trucks along our way.”

“Why don’t you?” I asked, fully enjoying playing the tempter.

“I really shouldn’t.” She said. “What about when their owners come back?”

“By then the vehicle will have healed itself.”

“Well…” Sandra walked up the street to a little green pickup truck that was just sitting there, driver’s door hanging open, obviously abandoned.. She lifted her foot and hesitated, hesitated, then brought her foot down on top of it. The roof buckled slightly and it’s windows bulged out.

“Put more force into it.” I advised. “It absolutely can’t hurt you in your current state.”

She pressed down and slowly, steadily flattened the entire thing underneath her booted foot that out-sized the truck ever so slightly. She moaned a bit as she did it, and I reveled in helping this Sandra learn something about herself.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Feels powerful.” She said.

“C’mon,” I said, “show me to this park.”

We walked a few more blocks and there it was. A big park featuring a big open field.

“It’s exactly perfect, Thank you Sandra.”

I sensed the pleasure she took in being praised, and a certain bashfulness, it reminded me of an apple dipped in warm gooey caramel.

“well, at this point I think you can call me Sandy.” She said.

“Okay, Sandy,” I enunciated the word slowly, carefully. “This will be a great place to relieve myself of the citizens I devoured.”

I tip toed around the perimeter of the park. Sandy followed. Eventually I found a clear entrance area with only a low wall dividing the park from the sidewalk. I stepped quite gingerly over it. Again, Sandy followed. After a few steps I came to a nice wide open field. I looked up and saw the beautiful blue sky above me. In the thrill of admiring the results of my play, I hadn’t even noticed what a lovely day it was. I looked back down and found a good spot.

“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, Sandy. It doesn’t bother me if you do, but I understand if you don’t want to watch me.”

“Um, it’s, uh, okay.” Sandy said, fascination in her voice.

“Your party.” I smiled at her. “Luckily we’re at just the right size so that they’ll all be at about the size they were when I ate them. So, here I go.”

I squatted down right there. I felt it building within me, and the, released. I felt a soft chunky turd flow out of my backside, dangle for a moment, and detach.

“Eww,” Sandy gasped, but she couldn’t look away.

I bore down again and felt more snaking out of me and plummeting to the ground. From my perspective they’d only be inches long, but each would be around 13 feet long, more than 3 meters. I had devoured dozens when they’d seemed only two or three inches long each, at my current size that meant that the whole process would take a while and bury a good portion of the field in my waste.

“It just keeps coming!” Sandy gasped.

I sensed her morbid fascination. It tasted like horny juicy twat, delicious.

“Look closer, if you dare, dear. Take a good look.”

Sandy obeyed. She got closer and bent down to get a better look at my leavings.

“See anything noteworthy mingled within my waste?” I asked.

She took a moment to focus, and gasped again.

“What is it?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Uh, bones, Miss. Little human bones. I can make out rib-cages and skulls.”

I smiled more, glee filled me as I fulfilled my twisted desires. I bore down and more shit flowed out of me.

“It’s a funny thing,” I said. “I always loved stories and pictures of giants and giantesses terrorizing cities and stuff, but I was never into scat at all, you know?”

“Uh,” Sandy didn’t know.

“Unless it was shit with bones and skulls embedded in it. I couldn’t get enough of that stuff; Drown a city in shit; I don’t care. Leave a mound of filth filled with the bones of your meals and I’m wet as a platypus’s bill. Humans are funny creatures I guess.”

“Uh, I guess.” Sandy said seemingly entranced by my coils of corpses.

The last little bit slipped out of me. I stood up and yanked a small bush up to clean myself with. Once I was done I stepped away and carefully turned to see what I had done. I was rewarded by a fantastic view of the heaps of coiled brown waste I’d left, desecrating the park. I saw the bones easily, but I still wanted a closer look.

“I’m going back down to human size, to get a better look. I’ll shrink you too if you want, but I don’t mind leaving you like this awhile longer if you want that.”

She considered things for a moment. “Okay.” She said. “I don’t mind staying like this a little longer.”

So I compressed myself back down to my usual height. I looked up at Sandy. She was so towering. The little hairs on my neck and arms stood up. This was my first time looking up at a real life giant person. It was glorious. Even though I knew I’d been much taller only a few minutes earlier, it didn’t matter. Just one of her feet could easily cover my entire body several times over. It got me a little hot, of course I’ve always enjoyed thinking about other people being gigantic as much thinking about myself. I saved the thought so I could regard my waste.

It was a tall brown rounded wall-like mass of chunky, mud textured shit with plenty of skulls and bones embedded throughout. Looking at that was getting me kind of hot too. I sniffed the air. There was no smell, just as I’d willed it. I’ve never been a fan stinky smells in my fantasies, so I’ve eliminated those in myself. No smelly feet, farts, or anything else for me. So if I walk around like my shit doesn’t stink, it’s only because it doesn’t. Seeing the skeletal remains of all the little humans who’d been churned into my shit made me feel so powerful and godlike. I hoped they’d appreciate me depositing them back in there hometown and not some random place in the world. If I’d deposited them in my toilet at home though, they’d all eventually regenerate to their original state. That’s what I want of course, nice durable toys. I don’t want break my own playthings. Nevertheless, I hoped these folks appreciated that I’d spared them a trip through the sewer system and the cost of getting back home from a city thousands of miles away.

“What now?” Sandy asked.

“Well,” I said, “my original plan was just to go home and have a quick shower after I was done here, but being here, watching you loom over me, just like I did over you, it gives me an idea. Pick me up.”

Sandy crouched down, enveloped me in her massive hand, and stood back up. I felt the soft warmth of her skin around me and it was very pleasant.

“Now give me a squeeze, hard as you like. You can’t hurt me.”

She did as I requested. The soft flesh around me went tense and pressed into me from all around. I was uncrushable, but the pressure was absolutely amazing. I sensed the feelings of power and dominance floating through Sandy’s mind.

“Good job.” I said. “Now take me back out to the street and put me down on the pavement.”

“Okay.” She said. She strode with my little body in her enormous hand. After only a few steps, we were back on the paved street. She placed me down very gently.

“Alright,” I said. “Now, I want you to step on me. Do it however you like. You can press down slowly, you could stomp away on me, you could play around with me using you toes. I want you to have some real giant experience here, and stepping on people is usually a big part of it.”

I looked up right into her enormous eyes. She hesitated for a second, then raised her left foot high above my head. “Here’s a taste of what you gave all of us.” She said, sternly and harshly. My nipples got hard from her tone alone. Her foot descended and even knowing how powerful and invincible I was, I tiny bit of fear crept into me. It was too late for that though. Sandy’s sole came down hard and fast right on top of me, crumpling my body down onto the street. The pressure was amazing. I knew she wasn’t going to stop there. She dragged her foot back along the blacktop, dragging my little body along. If I was mortal, my bones would be crushed, and the skin scraped off of my back by the road’s rough surface. Then she shifted her weight above me. Pressing down on me with only the ball of her foot, sandy twisted it back and forth over my body like she was grinding out a cigarette. It felt glorious for her, and good to me too. Eventually she got bored and lifted her foot back off of me. I brought my self up to my feet, and just as I did, Sandy’s foot dropped, slamming on top of me one last time. Then she lifted it off for good and stood gazing down at me.

“Satisfying, isn’t it?” I called up to her.

Mixed emotions flashed across her face.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“It was kind of cathartic, I guess.” She said.

“But you really wished you could just stomp me into pulp like I did so many of your fellow citizens, right?”

She frowned a bit, but didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to shrink you back to normal now.” I said, and did. We stood there facing each other on the city street.

Sandy sighed. “I did you know. I can’t deny it. I felt so powerful, so much like I was getting my revenge for your attack on my city. I knew that if I felt your little body break under my foot it would be so satisfying.”

“And justified.” I said smirking. Maybe you’ll get to next time.”

“What do you mean next time?” She asked, confusion bubbling out of her like a fizzy soda.

I just smirked at her, thinking how perfect she would be to help me with my fantasies that involved shrinking myself. (Just because I love smashing up a city, doesn’t mean I can’t be a bit of a switch.) I blew her a kiss, and like that I crumpled reality like a bit of cellophane and shifted back to my apartment. I looked out my window and took in the section of cityscape out there. If Sandy was as into this as she seemed, I hoped that one day I’d see her out there, tearing through my city, mercilessly crushing and eating my friends and neighbors. It was a lovely thought. In the meantime, I had to get back to work the next day. I hopped in the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I couldn’t wait to see people’s reactions in four days when the other city had miraculously rebuilt itself. I couldn’t wait to see the looks on my co-workers faces in the morning, when I showed up at work so casual, like I hadn’t very publicly fucked and destroyed a city. And I couldn’t wait to be a little tiny at the mercy of someone like Sandy who had good reason to torture me and mistreat me like the little bug bitch I would be.

The thrill of it all filled up my entire being, and for half a second I thought about just going and rampaging another city right then and there. But I restrained myself. I wanted to savor everything carefully. I wanted to sort of “case” the next city before I played with it; get to know it’s people and buildings a little before I smashed it all into rubble, sort of take it all in. I would let it loom over me before I loomed over it.