Lucius slammed on the gas. Sweat dripped from his arms down to the steering wheel. He clenched his teeth as the wheels ran over irregularities in the road. Each stomp nearby was closer than the last, making the entire frame of his car leap into the air as if it weighed nothing.

A strange hissing noise came from behind him, eventually erupting into an overbearing, horrifying laugh. The voice echoed above: "Taking your cars? You'll just make it easier for me when you start a traffic jam!"

He peeked in the rear-view mirror. A few flattened automobile fell from an unyielding, massive foot. A little higher, a pair of jeans stretching high into the sky. Some people just ahead fled from their vehicles, leaving the abandoned things easy targets for the massive woman tearing up the streets.

His shoe slammed quickly onto the breaks. A giant hole lay in the road, shaped exactly like her footprint. Swerving around, he saw masses of fleeing people on the ground. Upwards, five wriggling, teasing toes. With a twist of her ankle, she let it fall to the ground, obliterating all the hunks of metal below. It was right next to him, twisting into the ground. It barely missed him.

Screams and sobs erupted with each step, every minuscule movement - mingling with the girl's satisfied sighs. But Lucius could barely even move. His entire body quivered with fear. Every instinct told him he should get out and run, go on foot - but something kept him in. This car... it had a lot of memories in it, to say the least. Days on the beach. Friday nights. A funeral or two.

"Yes! Just stay still and let me trample all over you..."

Those words set him back in motion. Shaking, he stepped onto the gas - and was sent zooming under the arc of her foot, metal and paint shattering against the sole. Lucius bit his lip to avoid screaming; he tried to find a way out, but couldn't see anything but dark masses in every direction, surrounding him...

Suddenly, she lifted her foot. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lucius raced out, wheels treading over a small pile of scrap metal. The woman's steps instantly followed, effortlessly chasing him. The streets were littered with discarded vehicles, most of the people having left by now - hiding in buildings or getting as far away as possible. He scraped the side of a toppled truck, making an unpleasant screeching sound. He looked left and right, navigating across the maze of ruined streets, trying to find some form of shelter. His heart pounded louder and louder after every overpowering stomp behind him.

"You must think I'm like a monster, right? Heh. Typical. You don't know how amazing it is to feel stupid cars collapsing beneath your feet."

As the shadow spread across the skies, Lucius cringed and sobbed gently. This was it - his existence ended because he clung onto this stupid hunk of metal.

Suddenly, his senses were overloaded by a small rumbling in the distance and an explosion nearby. Rubble rained on his car as the footsteps stopped. He couldn't make anything out, but couldn't let his foot off the gas. Spotting a dark alley in the distance, he charged towards it.

"The army? Cool! I could use some tank crushing. Maybe you tinies will have some peace when I’ve gotten rid of all your pesky war machines!"

Explosions and massive footsteps continued behind him. Still charging forward, doing everything to get away, a large chunk of Lucius' vehicle went flying off as he barely made it into the narrow alleyway. He stepped on the breaks just before slamming into a pair of garbage cans.

He made it into the alley. Safe. For now.

Glued onto the seat, muscles tensed, he struggled to stay calm. The man tried to come up with an escape plan - but the clarity in his mind was still disturbed by distant screams, laughter, and gunfire.

"Ahaha, run, run!"

The woman's voice slowly disappeared. He couldn't tell if she was moving further out, or if he was just losing consciousness. Either way, everything seemed to drift away, and Lucius found himself unable to do anything but cower...

***

A little shake. The blonde man was jolted upwards, memories coming back to him. A brief wobble came from under his seat periodically. He recognized the vibrations: giant footsteps. Quickly leaping from his chair, Lucius struggled with the door - it was bust inwards too much for him to leave. Next, he tried to start the engine; it simply protested at him.

The vehicle was completely stuck. And the woman's footsteps simply got closer. With a gulp, the man climbed to the back window, trying to see how far away the madwoman was.

Just over the hill in the distance, looking down. He shuddered, turning away - before turning back. For some reason, the girl had abandoned her jeans for a pair of dirty shorts, and had some boots on. Was he really passed out that long? Her footsteps felt harsher now, but still had the same deliberate nature - slow and steady, making each shake all that more frightening.

Suddenly, something caught her notice below. Lucius couldn't help but feel like a voyeur in this situation - this woman now seemed to be constantly looking around in fear, like a beast could leap out at any second. Leaning below with a strange grin, she picked up one of the cars that remained uncrushed.

This was the first time he saw her face; it had slightly rounded features, large glasses, and shortish brown hair. Or was that simply red made dirty? Her whole body looked just a tone dirtier than before. Must have come naturally with the rampage.

Carefully eyeing the black vehicle, and turning it around a few times, the woman nodded to herself. "A Lotus Esprit? Awesome! And it’s in pretty good condition, too. Whoever had to abandon this must be really bummed out." A bit of a chuckle. She drove the vehicle over her hand, before placing it into her pants pocket. "Suzie, this is you lucky day! Maybe if I dig around a bit, I'll find an Aston Martin!" She placed her hands together in joy, before laughing at herself. “Wishful thinking. I should just be happy with this guy.”

The woman's march continued - she hummed a little to herself, licking her lips. The man still stuck in the car couldn't help but be a little confused. The view was obscured by some buildings, but she almost seemed to be tiptoeing now? Her head stood out over all the buildings, but she didn't take much notice of them - just looking down, scanning the streets.

The humming gradually turned to singing. "Nobody does it quite the way you do... Did you have to be so good~?" Coughing a little, she looked around again to make sure nobody heard. "Geez, that chick really did a number on this place. Wish I could've come a bit earlier - wait, what?" Suddenly, her face turned red as she gritted her teeth together, leaning over. Lucius ducked down, quivering. This girl - Suzie?- might have been a different giantess - but what was she after?

"A Chevrolet Spark? Seriously? What kind of person just *steps* on a Chevrolet Spark? I swear, this thing belongs in a museum!"

He peeked back up to the bizarre sight of the giantess stroking a flattened piece of metal. "Poor little guy." It almost seemed like she was in tears, gently cradling the wreck in her arms, rocking it back and forth like a child. With amazing delicacy, she placed the wreck in her pocket, and looked around. "Some nice tanks here, too. Nothing worth salvaging, but a few nice things here and there."

Lucius returned to his attempts to leave the car, trying to break open the window - with little success. After all that had happened, he didn't have the strength left to do much. Resigning himself to the back seat, he kept watching the titanic woman's strange hunt.

"Some Hyundai cars here... A Genesis, second generation. A bit busted, but nothing un-repairable. Cool" She mumbled loudly, taking step after step. The massive, darkish legs got closer, details of her outfit becoming clearer. There were some strange stains on her jacket and shorts. He also noted a sizable bust, peeking out a little from behind with an agreeable curve.

No, this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. He kept watching, trying to anticipate Suzie’s next move.

"Oh, some Corollas - yeah, Japanese cars were pretty popular around these parts for a while. Wish there were a few more German cars here." She kept moving, periodically taking a scrap or two, identifying it, and putting it down. She swept through the streets in a small zigzag, looking back and forth worriedly each time.

And now, another strange look on her face - disgust. As if she'd just seen a swarm of insects crawling up her boot. "A Mercury Mystique? Lady junked a Chevrolet Spark, but leaves a Mercury Mystique unscratched? That's it. She has to operate on a completely alien code of morality, far removed from humanity. It's the only excuse she could have." Twisting the red automobile in her palm and juggling it carelessly from finger to finger, Suzie eyed it with contempt. "Little girl, your survival was a Mercury Mistake." Another brief chuckle, followed by a pained groan. "I'm so glad nobody heard me say that."

With a devious grin, Suzie shifted the car between her index and thumb, rubbing it for a bit. The hood seemed to point directly towards Lucius' alley. In a slow, careful movement, her fingers grinded the metal together. It moaned for only a few seconds, before erupting in a satisfying crunch.

"If your owner's still alive, then I pretty much saved their life." Her smug nod was suddenly replaced with confusion. "Oh?"

From behind glasses, her eyes followed a wheel rolling off the destroyed vehicle. Carelessly tossing the rest over her shoulder - the comparatively small man noticed it land on a nearby building's roof - her line of sight followed it, leading her towards...

Lucius' little alley.

Holding back a scream, he felt the ground shaking under him, car jostled in the air. Struggling to start his vehicle again, he tried to start it again - to no success. His body shook with each step as Suzie drew closer and closer - now the shapes of her body and clothes were far clearer than comfortable, the imperfections and perfections disturbingly well-defined. With no options left, he leaped into the passenger seat, trying to hid; now only able to register her approach by feeling the periodic movements against the floor. The darkness grew around him.

"Oh, what do we have here? A teensy Fiat 500? In bright yellow, too."

Narrating to herself, the woman reached a slender finger down the alley, wrapping it around so that the tip rested snugly against the back. Next, she placed two fingers in front of it, flat against the ground, forming a little platform. With a breath in, she tilted the front of the car upwards, causing its captive to hurl towards the back. Suddenly, he felt a constant tap against the back, as Suzie nudged the car from its place.

"Don't be scared. Easy, easy... There we are. Hah, wonder how you found your way here, little guy."

Lucius instantly ducked down, making himself as small as possible next to the back seats. Out the window, a gigantic eye overtook everything, carefully scrutinizing the car. It seemed a bit glazed, never focusing on him specifically, but running over each detail on the frame. He realized she was speaking to the car, not him. Did she even know he was in here?

"A little busted, but that'll just means I’ll have some fun fixing you up." The voice was closer than ever, rattling the man's ears. "Oh, Fiat. Cute cars like you have no right to be left in the wild! Just seeing you like this brings back a lot of Cagliostro nights." She started running a finger over the dented metal, a bit of a blush coming over her face.

Holding the vehicle up in the air, she gave it one last look all around. A bit of a distant, nostalgic sparkle was in her eye below. With absolutely perfect care, Suzie placed the car in her chest pocket, and started walking.

Fabrics surrounded the vehicle. Every direction was dominated by a mass of folds and wrinkles, moving rapidly to accommodate this woman's bust. Lucius found himself tossed in a rhythm between the floor and the roof - alternating with each wide-spanning step. Somehow, her breasts seemed to shake incredibly with each step- he couldn't see, but it was obvious from the constant shakes, and how the realm outside seemed to constantly shift and twist like raging waves.

Grasping to the seat, he struggled to stay in place. Finally managing to wrap a seat belt around himself, Lucius collapsed against the leather, struggling to calm his heart. Nothing could be made out around him. It was clear that she was making a valiant attempt to step gently as possible - and to her credit, she wasn't doing any damage to the car. But the constant rumbling against her passenger's backside couldn't even remotely qualify as "gentle"

Still, in this relatively stable position, the man's senses started to return to him. The smell of diesel. The softness of the passenger seat against his clothes. The sweat running down his arms. The sound of her humming some strange music, chest vibrating a little with each note.

With only a few more Earth-shaking footsteps, there was a pause. Lucius, who'd grown used to the shakes, was taken off-guard. The fabric around twisted in unfamiliar ways, punctuated with rumbles. Finally a ray of light; the passenger shielded his eyes as huge, fleshy pillars made their way into the pocket. Gravity made a plaything of his body as the woman lifted the vehicle out.

She'll see me. She sees me. Oh, God.

In a swift movement, he found himself deposited on... Something. With a gulp, Lucius forced his eyes open - and the surrounding area was unreal. A smooth road, and a hilly countryside spread around, perfectly-waxed empty cars scattered proudly among it. He couldn't recognize most of them, but they seemed arranged in some sort of pattern.

An even more shocking sight lay just beyond the hills.

A platform of wooden planks stood high above the ground, with some rods coming off the bottom to support it. Even more vehicles were supported on this, like a shelf displaying them. Further away, more wooden shelves stood out, each with cars that looked like toys on them; some in miniature dioramas, covered in glass. An incredible stretch downwards, there was what could only be described as a giant bed- a very simple one, sheets made of many materials stitched together like a quilt, but very bed-like in shape and apparent texture.

Finally, just to the side, what appeared to be a workbench. It had three cars lying on their roofs: two of them half-disassembled, the other in one piece but with chipped paint. A few massive tools hung below, arranged by size. But... What of their owner?

Suddenly, a familiar shaking - only softer. It was an odd angle, and Lucius couldn't tell for sure; but by the looks of it, Suzie had removed her boots. And most of her clothes, it seemed. He leaned over his seat to get a better view, but when combined with the surrounding area, it was hard to take in all at once. He shook against the movement of her footsteps. His senses of respect, fear, and curiosity entered in combat, forcing his body this way and that.

He peeked over for just three seconds - yet, the image remained in his mind long after. The woman was clad only in socks, glasses, and panties, leaning over the workbench. She held a relatively minuscule paintbrush carefully between her fingers, the other hand supporting one of her cars under a ray of light. A large sigh made her shoulders droop, muscles relaxing slowly underneath her flesh; it went down into her chest, leading to another teasing wobble.

Struggling a little more with the door, Lucius finally managed to force it open. He grinned for a moment, looking around to plan his escape. Or contact this strange giant? With his mind still swirling, he almost didn't notice said girl approaching. She unknowingly shut the door as he was lifted in the air.

Shit, NOW she saw me. I'm a voyeur. A very dead voyeur.

He curled into a small ball for a moment - but, taken by some surge of bravery, he started waving, trying to get Suzie’s attention. His voice was still lost. The only thing visible from the window was her massive lips - licking the frame of her glasses.

"Well, enough of that. Hm... 'Samuel.' It's a good name for you. I really should polish you off or something..."

She tilted it to the side, and between stumbles, the passenger could see flashes of pink.

"...And I feel the slightest bit guilty for corrupting my Cagliostro memories..."

More odd bits of movement he couldn't make out. And what was with this tone she was taking? And those breaths - this was just his imagination, right? His catastrophe-addled brain taking everything the wrong way?

"But it's not like Cagliostro's origins were the purest anyway..."

He had no idea what she was talking about, but it didn't seem to be headed in a good direction. Judging by the sudden loss of gravity and enormous collapse, she'd fallen. And her grip slowly loosened...

"Okay, Sammy. One test drive."

With only that as a warning, the vehicle descended.

It was very strange being on land again - Lucius was still disoriented from his airborne period. He grasped onto the steering wheel, begging that whatever happened next would be over quickly. He still didn't feel exactly "safe" - whatever kind of ground his car had been placed on, it didn't seem solid. He moved a hand to the door, swearing to get out before anything else happened...

Then the car started moving.

It started slow, but quickly accelerated to speeds he was sure were over any speed limits. The environment around him blurred further. The gas wasn't on - he realized his captor was dragging the car by the hood. Suzie’s humming took the air, the ground - he could swear it covered the whole Earth. Every so often, his body was thrown back by a sharp swerve- or movement uphill. Finally, in a spurt of fear and recklessness, he shut his eyes and leaped out, screaming.

Lucius' body rolled down a sharp, steep cliff- the ground didn't feel hard at all, but he was flung into uncomfortable positions with each tumble, limbs getting in each others' way. By the time his descent was complete, he couldn't help but lie flat on the wettish ground, letting his body collapse.

Outside the car at last... He felt a lot more vulnerable, but at the very least, the cramps were gone. Replaced with another form of pain (probably internal bleeding), but they were gone. And with the world no longer moving in those odd patterns, or spreading out below him, Lucius could finally make out where he was.

"H-huh? Oh, oh..."

Skin. Bare flesh stretched out all around him. Suzie’s stomach formed a gentle hill, leading into shapely legs. Right below, her veins branched out like miniature road forks- their blood pumping echoing directly into Lucius' head. The woman's own head lay downwards in shock, glasses back on to observe the miniature man more closely. From this perspective, the whole surface was surprisingly clean; not to mention well-shaped and free of blemishes. It was apparent that the girl cared as meticulously for her enormous body's condition as she did for the cars.

As for how much she cared about the cars...

The Fiat, free from her hand, stood erect on her right nipple, like in a balancing act. The breasts - both spread out like mountains - had the faintest mark of tire tracks all over them. The hand that hadn't been used to pick her glasses up was frozen in place around her vagina.

"Uhm."

The two shared an amazing moment of awkwardness. Eyes locked together, clearly able to see the horror and confusion in each other - but knowing anything they said would just dig a deeper hole.

Lucius, groaning, spoke his first words in some time: "I'm invading your privacy, aren’t I? I should leave."

She just groaned a little, fidgeting for a moment. "Uhm. Sorry for, uh, kidnapping you. And committing grand theft auto. And for sexually assaulting you. A-and using your car as a sex toy. And - uh, I - I - I..." The car flopped over her breast, leading to a strange moan-cringe as she quickly drew her arm away. She tried half-halfheartedly to cover her nudity for a moment, but quickly turned her concerns elsewhere. "You're... Are you okay?"

"It's all good..." Lucius' bleeding head nodded.

"I’m Suzie. Might I - ask your -name? That's - uh, that's a normal thing to ask, right? I don't spend much time around..." Unable to finish her own sentence, she pointed to the vehicle. "Want me to wash that off for you?"

"Lucius. If you want - you can keep it. You seem more attached to it than I do." Trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness in the air, he covered his eyes and turned away, barely giving her privacy.

"Oh, oh- no." It was obviously meant to be under her breath, but he could clearly hear Suzie let out a rapid-fire succession of profanities. The young woman stroked him with a moist hand, gently wrapping around his body - but after a second or two, she let out a silent yelp and swapped hands. "Please don't cry. Please - no, what am I saying? I-I can't hold back your emotions! It's okay. You can cry. Don't let me dictate your emotions."

Lucius, still keeping his head turned, mumbled: "I’m not crying." A quick thought flashed through his mind - was he victimizing himself? Subconsciously pretending to cry to gain her sympathy? He had to correct that. "I'm sorry for spying on you."

Suzie’s head loomed in just a little closer - he couldn't tell if her sighing was out of frustration or relief. "I should've taken a closer look. But, uh, glasses, and - and - this is glaringly obvious, but I sorta got carried away." Her head rested on one hand. Stopping her stroking motion, she started tapping nervously on the car's roof. "You were in there the whole time?"

"Yeah, I was - " He looked up, still moving his gaze away from the woman's privates, but trying to make eye contact. He took a step closer to the car, lower body still aching. "I'd been trying to get away from another giantess. I thought you might be her, but - jeez, you're way different."

She blushed at that, tapping her fingers together. With this perspective, she could finally see the details on his body - not very muscular, but not skinny or fat, with broad shoulders and a boyish face. He looked more frazzled than wounded. It vaguely reminded her of someone she'd seen before...

"Ah - that explains the state your car was in."

"You can call it Samuel."

She chuckled to herself again - and he felt it through her skin, tickling his shoes. "Don't think too badly of that girl. She just has... ideas. But yeah - we're different. I can't hope to drive any of them, but - you saw how I treat cars, right?" Her smile came back, if a little sad. "I'm a huge freak..."

He blinked, at loss for words for a moment. Between recent memories of being nearly crushed, the softness in her eyes, and the amazingly-crafted surroundings, he couldn't really agree.

"Eh, we all have our things."

Suzie blinked, a bit confused. Squinting at him to read whether he was being serious or not, she pouted gently. With a quick step back, Lucius continued.

"Some people are into squishing, some like video games, some like cars. I mean - it's a way people can feel free, right? Able to drive where they please, wind in their hair... Doesn't it represent the American Dream or whatever?" His face couldn't help but shape itself into the suggestion of a smile. "Although not many cars here are American..."

Something sparked in her face - Suzie’d had a pleasant shock. He must've said the right thing. She nodded, looking around at the collection coating the walls. "Plus, they're stolen. That’s not very noble."

"Preserved!" He corrected her quickly. "This place is like a miniature car museum! I mean - if it weren't for you, they'd all be crushed. And you - uh, you..." He hesitated. "...probably saved.my life, too. I had no idea if she'd come back, or if I'd stay in that alley..."

"Heh, don't say that! You look like you'd make it with or without me!" Suzie suddenly snatched his arm up- and with a moment to make sure he wasn't in pain, started squeezing his muscle slightly to feel it. Even now, it was clear she was being careful - but with some sort of casualness, hinting at experience handling "small" things.

"Eh, if - if this is too awkward, you could put me somewhere so you can get clothes on..."

"I could." She shrugged, still eyeing him. Suddenly, the woman started snickering, as if ideas were forming in her head. "Say. I've been thinking about getting some of these back to their owners- or their owners could get back to them. I'm horrible with people, but maybe with your help..." Slowly, one of her eyebrows lifted as she ran a finger across her chin. "You know much about cars?"

"A bit." He had some knowledge, but didn't want to brag.

"Very good. I could use a bit of a helping hand here. Some cars have these really sensitive parts that require lots of care and precision - and if you accept, I'm sure you'd have all the qualifications. The human body is capable of plenty care and precision..."

They both starting giggling together.

"And it's no use having these things without a driver, is it?"

 ***

The reign of the car-crushing giantess would only continue to grow. One woman could not conquer the world, or bring perfect order - but every day, her dominion grew.

As the cars and armies were torn apart, pollution rates fell to record lows since the Industrial Revolution. Her grip was fairly loose, with lots of freedoms - one of the reasons few people rebelled - with just enough control to prevent wars, and allow some fun time.

Yet, rumors floated around of some group that had escaped her reach. Hidden under her nose somewhere, an old warehouse modified into a sanctuary. A garage, some said. A museum. Some rumors went as far as saying there were entire roads underneath it. But those unhappy with the rule could find some pleasure in fantasizing about it.

And in a couple of the rumors, there were stories of a man and a giant woman running the whole place. Some say they're simply platonic friends. Some say they would often tease each other and blush, but were still building up the courage to go further. Some say they engaged in highly inappropriate acts of debauchery that violated every car owner's handbook rule on safety.

All we know is, something was leaving a carbon footprint on the Earth.

And to some, it was kind of a cute carbon footprint.