In this chapter: Arin wakes up in a hospital as he learns his fate. Jessica, dissatisfied with communication from Trebizand, decides to rename the city and deal punishment against the micro inhabitants for dissent against her wishes.
Day 15 – Trebizand
Arin woke up in a hospital, the fluorescent lights harsh on his eyes as he began to open them for the first time in a while. The 22-year-old unsure where he was at that moment, but he was unable to move his body without feeling sharp pains all over, he felt dizzy and weak as he heard a soft and melodic beeping to the right of him. He tried to look around the dim room, the view outside of the window was pitch black apart from the lights of the city in the distance, a sunrise type light also shined over the city, but he knew it was only from the little space from under the closet door. He tried to remember what happened, the last thing he could see in his head was being launched into the sand after the battle against the goddess, he remembered seeing the group of younger boys being buried and squished under her toes as she brutally dragged them across the vast desert landscape.
Arin became exceedingly agitated, trying to shake his body, but it was painful, he began to grunt and huff against the bed and the restraints, his body aching. Suddenly a nurse and doctor came through the door and Arin stopped struggling. Arin saw the young nurse as she gave a heartfelt and friendly smile, her light brown hair and eyes was enough to send Arin into a fit of rage as he screamed in pain, the look of her young face reminded him of the goddess, he was reliving the moments of horror, staring up at her impossibly large figure, the long and tan legs that led all the way up for miles, the white dress barely covering her panties and the endless death all around him as she relentlessly crushed the soldiers and machinery into paste under her massive mile long feet.
The nurse rushed over to the bed and opened the IV to release more painkiller and sedative, Arin began to relax, sitting back in the bed as he became washed over with relief into an almost peaceful trance as the doctor came into view. “Arin, 22-year-old university student, good test scores… attached to the civilian militia… you were the only survivor” the doctor rambled on, “broken ribs, fractured clavicle, dislocated shoulder, broken nose, you have been in an induced coma for over a week…” The doctor continued, Arin laid there, spacing out at the ceiling as the painkillers and sedative started to take hold. Two royal guards came into the room, budging the petite nurse out of the way, both men carrying rifles and were in full uniform. They instructed the doctor to remove the patient from the bed, but there was much protest. The doctor tried to put up what resistance he could, but the guards took Arin away, at first, he screamed in pain, but the overwhelming sensation caused him to pass out from the pain.
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“You’re going to be the operator” A deep and serious voice said.
“…wha… what is happening?” Arin said as he was starting to view his surroundings, he was still in a bed, only instead of being in a hospital he was now in a military research facility. He noticed a bearded man standing over him, the red beret on top of his head signifying that he was remarkably high up in the royal army as he peered down at Arin.
“You are the only survivor; you have been re-tasked to communications” The man said.
“But… I thought… I died” Arin murmured as his vision was becoming clearer and the pain was returning, his arm and torso were bounded in braces and casts, his face covered in welts and bruises.
“No, you belong to us still and you have a job to do, we already have the transmitter ready, all you have to do is type…” the man said.
“Why me…” Arin droned as he grimaced through the pain, a small table was pulled up next to him in the large room, the white tile everywhere and the computers and screens filling up the view as people rushed around with lab coats and others with military uniforms.
“Because she has to know that you survived, that we will survive” the man said, as he pulled the table closer to Arin, the small computer was highly sophisticated, something Arin had never seen, the screen was see-through, but only from behind it, the screen in front of Arin had the application already started up. Arin looked nervous, his mind filled with anger and things to say to the goddess, he witnessed the death of thousands of troops and kids because some young college girl decided to play God and crush them like ants between the treads of her heels and the threads of her stockings. Arin reached out his only good arm, as he typed in the message one letter at a time…
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Jessica woke up after hearing Anastazja leave for class, Jessica had slept in pretty late, she was admiring the tan she got from hanging out at the pool the previous day with Lacy when she remembered a notification showed up on her phone right before she fell asleep. Jessica kicked off her covers completely and rolled her fingertips down the smooth skin of her athletic stomach until she reached her sheer black panties, she reached for her phone to read the message with her other hand. She curled her other fingers under the elastic band of her panties as she opened the message on her phone.
“You do not know me, but I know you very well. I was there when you slaughtered our soldiers and crushed our tanks, but when the smoke and the sand cleared, I survived, I am still here, and you have not won. I am proud to be from Trebizand, we will never be afraid, we will endure and survive as we always have.” The text ended.
“What. The. Fuck.” Jessica said. She was awaiting the most pathetic message, she was expecting things like “we will serve you as the goddess you are if you spare us”, begging for mercy and respite, she was ready to tease herself as she read the humiliating text, but she retracted her fingertips that found themselves within her panties. The message was clear to her, they would not be broken so easily, even after eating a few skyscrapers and flattening thousands between the wrinkles of her perfect feet. “Trebizand?! What a stupid fucking name!” Jessica shouted, she placed her phone on the nightstand next to her and pounded the plush cushion of her bed with the side of her fist. This was not how Jessica wanted to start her morning.
Jessica’s hair was a mess, her bare face with no makeup, but she was still as beautiful as ever. She debated taking a shower and cleaning up a bit before she dealt with her tiny problem now. “Fuck it…” Jessica whispered to herself. She reluctantly got out of bed, her large ass shaking as she placed her second foot down on the carpet as she stood up. She wriggled her toes in the sunbathed carpet and let out a small sigh. She adjusted her black panties, stretching out the fabric from her thighs so that her huge curvy ass and thighs felt better. Jessica ran her hands through her wavy hair to try to make it a little less messy in appearance.
Jessica had the familiar walk to her closet, only this time she placed her toes right by the small crack between the bottom of the door and the carpet, she wriggled her toes a few times to let the tinies know her presence was to be known. Jessica was already in a bad mood; she was never a morning person and the text she received from the city didn’t live up to her high standards as a newfound goddess. Jessica opened the door and stared down at the little metropolis in front of her toes, “Well… I’ll honor my word and turn the lights back on…” Jessica reached her hand upwards flicking on the switch to the light, revealing the little city in all its glorious and tiny detail. Jessica inched her feet closer to the edge of the sand, her toes towering over every building even at a few relative miles from downtown apart from a few large buildings that were spared from being eaten.
Jessica placed her hands on her hips, her face still appeared tired and groggy. The city was not used to seeing their “goddess” look so messy and tired. “Trebizand, huh?” Jessica said in a bitchy tone. “Well, I don’t like that, you’re Tiny Town from now on… no wait, ToeVille?” Jessica sat there, curling her index finger up to her bottom lip in contemplation as she tapped her right foot up and down, unknowingly causing immense quakes amongst the smaller neighborhoods closest to the desert, houses and small buildings collapsed with ease, many people crushed or buried in rubble as Jessica went through new names for the city like a child trying to pick out a silly name for a pet.
“Okay, I got it!” Jessica said like a giddy child, raising up her arms in a cheerful manner. “You are now Toy Town” Jessica giggled as she smiled wide. “And just in case you forgot, I will always be in charge. Endure and survive this…stupid little fucks” Jessica’s smile disappeared as she dropped to her knees, burying her knees into the sand as she spread her legs wide and straddled the entire skyline of her newly named Toy Town giving them an overwhelming view of her covered crotch.
Jessica stretched her arms out, bringing her arms over her head as if she was modeling for her city, she was hoping that they would fall in love with her body as much as she loved her own. Jessica still hadn’t brushed her teeth as her morning breath washed over the city with each of her words. Jessica closed her mouth and her eyes; she was collecting as much saliva in her mouth as she could. Jessica lowered her arms and placed her hands back on her slightly pivoted hips. Jessica smiled with her mouth closed and began to scan the city for a sweet spot. Jessica leaned forward; her bra covered tits now looming over the edge of the city as she knew the tinies were all looking at them. The familiar shiver down her spine and to her pussy nearly gave her the chills. Jessica stopped and tilted her head down, her mouth nearly over downtown, she could see where some of the skyscrapers used to be before she ate them which made her even more turned on. If she focused, she could see the tiny dot sized people scattering around the streets, in near silence she could also hear the tiny and feint screams of the millions of specks as she prepared her humiliating and degrading act of divinity.
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“What the hell! That is not what I typed!” Arin shouted at the bearded man, he winced in pain as he did so, clutching his injured shoulder with his good arm.
“I know, did you think you would actually get to say whatever you wanted to her?” The man said, his gnarled and crooked teeth smiling.
“But why?!” Arin said, confused and angry.
“Because the entire city thinks the brave and courageous civilian militia gave their lives, you are all martyrs. If Trebizand knew that you lived, they would not be as angry and willing to fight again” the man said.
“That doesn’t make any fucking sense! What about the doctor that was taking care of me?” Arin said, staring down the man in the red beret. “If we fight again, we all die!” His serious tone echoed through the research facility, but the men and women walked by without a care, they were so filled with blind pride that the voice of reason was lost on their ears.
“This type of talk is exactly why you are here…” The man said, he got up from his seat and walked down the long white hallway without as much as a glance back towards Arin.
“Wait! No, let me out!” Arin struggled between gasps of pain and pleaded for release, but the only person that appeared to care was a soldier who pushed his bed down the hallway an into an empty room, the door shut behind the solider as Arin became alone with only his thoughts. Arin carefully tried to get up from his bed, but the overwhelming pain from his injuries made it difficult, he was keeled over hunching as he crept forward towards the white door in the empty room. The door was locked from the outside, the small window only allowed him a small view of the researchers walking by, but he couldn’t see any more of the environment, he hit the door a few times with his fist, but everyone ignored him. After a few minutes Arin became exhausted, this was the first time he had used his body in a while, he returned to his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
A few hours passed, Arin was having another nightmare about the goddess, he was sweating in his sleep, tossing and turning, but the pain happening to him physically was equally being portrayed in his dreams. Arin woke up to a harrowing and familiar sound. “TREBIZAND?! WHAT A STUPID FUCKING NAME!” The entire facility Arin was in began to panic; the lights went dim as Arin heard a clatter of footsteps from researchers running around outside his locked room. "Oh shit, she read the message, these idiots are going to get everyone killed," Arin thought. It felt like time was slowing down for Arin, he feared the worst because he has seen the worst. The first few quakes were light, but they got heavier and more terrifying, he could feel his bed shake as the sound of the closet door opened.
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“ENDURE AND SURVIVE THIS…stupid little fucks” her words rang out across the entire city. The people had just had their light from the ceiling returned which seemed liked a blessing, but now they could see the horror they were about to endure with the clearest vision. The goddess had dropped to her knees with an immense tremor shaking cars and tossing people to the ground violently, her tits now hanging over the city as she posed and stretched her arms around her stunning body. Many of the men on the streets were caught in a daze as they admired her toned features as they craned their necks to look all the way up and to her face, some screamed her name in praise. Some of the women admired the beauty too as they studied her soft brown skin and perfect figure that presented itself no matter where they would look. But the sudden realization of her words crept over the city, people began to scream and run, many just stood there knowing that there was no such thing as safety anymore.
The laces of the goddess’ panties and bra that were so thin to her but looked like giant silky pillars that dominated the sky for the specks beneath her body. Her thick, messy bed-hair cascaded down the sides of her shoulders as she was weirdly keeping her mouth closed, which was unusual for the people that were only dust compared to her. Those closest to the sand had trouble looking up, her crotch and thighs seemed to be right on top of them as they could barely see beyond the curvature of her fit midriff and stomach. The people noticed her head tilt down, the wavy hair swinging through the sky generating a small gust of air that kicked some sand up. The people who weren’t running were now focusing on her full and lush lips that seemed to be hovering closer and closer above the tallest buildings.
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Jessica titled her head down and puckered her lips slowly, she let dense ball of saliva fill the edge of her lips as it built up. She knew those below could see the mass start to form as it seeped out revealing a glistening and terrifying sight to the micros below her. Slowly she relaxed the muscles of her mouth, the thick liquid oozed out slowly connected by a long and translucent string of spit. It creeped down through the sky agonizingly slowly as the globule of dense liquid shook and fell towards the center of the city. When Jessica finally let the last little bit of her putrid dribble out of her mouth, she wiped the side of her lips with her finger and let out a small and evil giggle.
She saw her spit plop against the buildings and streets and then began to leach outward like slow magma as it rolled over and consumed everything in its path. Jessica brought her face down low above the city to observe the chaos, the screams of the people magnified was music to her ears as she smiled wide. She could see a few of the large builds crumble and collapse in the spit as it bubbled and grew cloudy with all of the debris that it gathered. The oozing outward stopped as the globous and smelly liquid started to harden and coagulate quickly. Jessica out a small blast of air out of her nose in satisfaction and backed away from the city, she placed a hand behind her and stood up to her full height as she watched the city grow into a deep panic. She saw small plumes of smoke rising from around her spit and giggled again, “write me when you have something more interesting to say, I’ll be waiting” Jessica said, staring down at the city for a moment before retreated out of the doorframe. She closed the door without looking at the city as she arrogantly walked back towards her bed.
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The initial impact of her spit was the worst. The falling object was falling so gradually since it was connected to the tower like strand of spit that still hung off the side of her plush bottom lip, the wait for certain doom was agonizing and in slow motion for the people that filled the streets. Everybody was looking up, her entire face and breasts filled their view no matter where they looked upward, the sheer scale of her size was terrifying as the spit crept closer each second. When it finally snapped the crowds on the streets didn’t have a chance anymore. The dense liquid crashed into the tops of the buildings first absolutely shattering and breaking them as they gave into the weight of the goddess’ spit, they turned to rubble along with the people inside. The spit then plopped onto the streets with a very audible smack. Those directly under the glob instantly were crushed and liquefied into the warm current as it washed over cars and people.
The rest that were running away slowly succumbed to the rolling waves of the goopy and horrid smelling liquid, those who were not fully flushed with adrenaline keeled over from the rancid smell that was acting more like a tear gas. People dropped to their knees unable to see anymore, but as they halted their movement, they were pulverized into the ground from the 100-foot wave as it rolled in between buildings and alleys. The cloudy and bubbling liquid carried cars and trapped people with it as it devoured everything in its path outward. Slowly her spit started to harden and solidify, becoming sticky and smellier. People trapped in the slow-moving liquid began to drown as the thick liquid filled their lungs. Her spit began to stick to the buildings as it formed into a concrete sludge. The violent smell began to waft off her spit as it swept through streets and all the way out into the neighborhoods as people were getting sick in their homes. Nobody even noticed as she lowered her beautiful face down towards the city, her light brown eyes studying the chaos as everyone ran. Finally, she stood up, “WRITE ME WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING MORE INTERESTING TO SAY” … her words punished the ears of the survivors as they were finding safety away from the streets and the glob of her spit that flattened an entire district downtown.
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“I said let me the fuck out!” Arin banged on the locked door again, he could feel the quakes, but he had no idea what was happening outside the facility. He could barely hear a conversation through the door as a young researcher said something about roughly 15,000 casualties and thousands more injured. Arin couldn’t figure out what was happening, he returned to his bed after a few more minutes, a guard opened the door and tossed him some food and a bottle of water, but quickly shut the door before Arin could say anything. A few hours passed when the familiar man in the red beret appeared in the doorway, he instructed Arin to follow him, or he would be hurt even worse. Arin complied, as he walked down the hallway, he could see blueprints and crudely designed instructions on the wall, it appeared as though the plan was to hide a nuke in the tallest skyscraper in the city and wait for her to take it.
“Arin, your job is to guard the bomb as she takes it.” The man said. Arin’s face grew with much concern, he would be inside the building as the goddess plucked it into the sky…
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Jessica relaxed in her bed as she patiently waited for a new message from Toy Town. She went through her usual routine of checking out each social media site and harshly judging each person as she scrolled over their posts. Jessica decided on not going to class that day as she slowly drifted back into a nap, nearly asleep as she had thoughts of her titanic spit crashing over her poor and disloyal subjects. The balance of life in death made her feel great, hopefully they would start to comply and serve her like a goddess she thought, other thoughts of different jobs and tasks that she could assign the specks filled her head as she fell asleep peacefully, another day perhaps…