It didn't take long until Marcus and his boyfriend started to attract eyes. He could feel through the gentle lake of booze that was clouding his judgment the eyes of everyone in the bar as he pressed his boyfriend Jake up against one of the support beams, moving his mouth in, just teasing against the roof of Jake's mouth with a low moan. His hand moved down, teased against Jake's obvious erection. He always forgot how hung Jake was for a submissive little brat. It turned him on something fierce to think he was in control of something so big and thick.

"H-hey! Hey you two go get a fucking room!"

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle as he turned, bleary eyes towards the bar. God he was really drunk. Jake seemed a bit more with it than he did, but not by much.

"Just because I'm waiting here for the ball to drop doesn't mean I want to watch two tanned faggots re-enact it for me live. Stop rubbing each other in public, Jesus."

Marcus just ignored him. He really wasn't even all that tan. Both he and Jake were more of an olive. And plus if they guy wanted to see balls drop, he'd have stripped Jake down already. Hell it would have turned them both on. With a smirk, Marcus just continued licking across Jake's neck, listening to Jake moan, his hand moving down into his pants, rubbing one off right in the middle of bar. Marcus couldn't help but watch. He was so hot being so wanton, so uninhibited. It took a lot of beer to turn his normally meek little boyfriend into someone who'd willingly fuck in the middle of a public place, but apparently he'd found the kid's sweet spot.

Both of them, these olive tone swimmer looking guys, seemed to be attracting more and more attention though the deeper they got. Jake let out a cry of ecstasy, and it was about at that point that the same guy wandered over, grabbing Marcus and turning him around.

"What the hell did I just say? I wanted a beer and I wanted to enjoy New Years with my family. You two faggots are ruining that."

"Mmm... such a good example you are making for them then stud, calling us faggots like that..." Marcus just laughed and leaned in, kissing against his stomach. The guy wasn't all that attractive honestly, not to him at least, but he was having fun making him uncomfortable.

Least, that was true before he felt himself falling to the ground. He didn't really connect what had happened until he saw him turn to Jake and punch him in the face. It was about then that he landed, knocked out cold on the bar floor.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Marcus woke up with a nasty headache. Looking around, he didn't know where the hell he was. Nothing really seemed right. The walls seemed to just stop around his ankles, the sun was blaring above him... so wait, was that a fence? It looked like it was made of stone or something but he was outside. He could hear screams coming from somewhere, and as he looked down at himself, he noticed he was naked. Great, what in the holy hell had happened last night...

Marcus looked to his left and saw Jake, laying down on the ground, still sleeping like a baby. Well, least he hadn't cheated on him on accident. Though as his mind cleared, he could tell that he was still horny as hell. So did they even fuck last night?

Marcus looked around, starting to notice things as his vision cleared up; and it was about at that point that he gasped.

This wasn't like a normal Saturday evening. This wasn't like anything he'd ever seen. As he looked down at the ground, he noticed things that didn't make any sense at all. The walls, or fences he had seen before weren't either of those... they were buildings. The little things to the left and right of him, those were sidewalks. Cars flitted back and forth on the intersection, honking frantically as they tried to find a way around... him.

Well, specifically him and Jake. They both had filled up the roadway quite nicely it seemed. But that was beyond the point. What he was witnessing made absolutely no sense. Marcus scratched his head, before hitting Jake awake with his elbow. This had to be a dream. But as he thought about it, he could feel the asphalt beneath him, could feel his toes wiggle against each other. And he knew intrinsically that he was horny. And well, there was the whole headache thing, which thankfully seemed to be subsiding. If it was a dream, it was quite lucid.

"Jake. Jake get up. I think I'm tripping or something. Did we do any shrooms last night?"

"… H-huh?"

"Jake its vitally important. Did we or did we not do shrooms."

"N...no? I don't think they sell shrooms in a bar..."

"You'd be surprised." Marcus did however remember that he was in a bar last night. A bar at Franklin and Eleanor. Looking around, he found a street sign finally, and noticed the intersection. Franklin and Eleanor. They were on the same street as last night. Except now the entire block was covered up by the pair of them.

"Holy shit dude what the hell is happening..." Jake looked over at Marcus, bleary eyed, looking still pretty out of it.

"I have no idea. All I remember was drinking, and then... getting punched?" Marcus nodded to himself as that suddenly came to him. That's right, he had been teasing Jake, and then got punched by that one bigot. And now well... now he was here.

After a few moments, Jake seemed to wake up, looking around him with a growing sense of dread and surprise.

“Marcus... where the hell are we?”

"Jake. I'd like to say I knew but I think we're both confused here."

Jake nodded. "Have you gotten up?"

"How would that help?"

"Well maybe someone is playing a trick on us. Threw us into some weird toy city and is video taping us. Maybe we've been kidnapped and forced into some weird sex trade."

"Jake you have the weirdest ideas in the world."

"Can you think of a better one? I mean, the only other idea I have is that somehow both of us getting punched got us both to grow to the size of mini-godzillas, and we are currently sitting in the middle of our hometown, stark naked, half drunk, and really horny."

Marcus smirked "You too huh?"

"Y-yeah, we never did it last night, I do remember that." Jake groggily got up, uneasy on his feet as he had to grab onto a nearby building. Marcus watched, amazed as that simple use of his hand to grab him, to support him, made the metal creak the top floor buckling under the weight of it. And of course, then his eyes trailed down. Down Jake's wonderful toned stomach, small and light as it was, to that massive member down beneath, jutting out rudely, having left its own crater on the roadway.

"M-marcus... I think that might have been what happened."

"What?" Marcus grinned, leaning in, his tongue coming out, giving Jake's dick a slight kiss.

"S-stop it! Not now!" Jake made a meager attempt at pushing Marcus away, blushing a bit. "I t-think we are huge or something."

"You got to be kidding me." Marcus turned, looking only slightly interested.

"Shit... Marcus we are like, huge. Look at me. We have to be at least a few hundred feet tall!" Jake smiled as he just lifted his foot up, wiggling his toes.

"Oh yeah? How the hell did we get this big?" Marcus just rolled his eyes. "Look I'm starting to think you are right. This is all like a movie set or something and now they're going to yell action and I gotta suck your cock. So maybe I should just get a head st-"

"No dude, this isn't a set, its too well made. Plus... I can see into the next state over. If this is a set its in a studio so unfathomably huge that we'd have known about this production by now."

"So what, you're saying this is actually our home town? That we just got turned into monsters after a night of drunken not-debauchery?" Marcus snerked "Or maybe we both are just really high on shrooms."

"And seeing the exact same hallucination?"

"I dunno, maybe. What does it matter?"

"What does it matter? What does it matter?! Dude we are physical impossibilities. Science is going to have a field day on us. We're like... the next evolution of mankind. We are the alpha males of the universe."

"Jake you are really drunk aren't you."

"No.... w-well yeah, but not in the way you meant. Marcus I don't think you get it. We are like a hundred feet tall. Those cars? They are full of fucking people. These buildings? People!"

Marcus paused, looking around, and then into one of the nearby office buildings. He blinked again as he saw it outfitted for work, but no one was inside it. It looked rather cute, like someone had spent way too much time intricately laying out the inside of a dollhouse for an imaginary doll he never owned.

"Then why aren't there people here?"

"What?"

"This office building is empty."

"Dude, if you heard on the news that two giant dudes were sleeping outside of your office would you go to work?"

"… point. So let me get this straight. Sometime after we got punched in the face last night, we somehow grew to this size, and then woke up this morning horny and drunk."

"Yeah, so it seems."

"And now we have an entire city to ourselves."

"… Marcus I don't think I'll like where this is going."

"We have an entire city of people who are going to be forced to watch me shove my thick cock down your throat, make you suck on it. Make you worship my feet like the good little slut you are." Marcus couldn't even say all of that with a straight face, laughing as he just looked off into the distance. "Dude this is ridiculous."

"Y-yeah it is. But I can't think of any other explanation."

Marcus just shook his head, looking around. He did recognize some landmarks, some things that were there last night and still were. Signs for Happy New Years still hung above the street. In the distance, the St. Andrews tower stood. If this was a set, Jake was right, it was perfect to a scary degree.

"Fine, so lets say we are this big, and I am this horny. Which I am..." Marcus rubbed his temple. "Now what?"

Jake just got down on the ground, smirking as she shoved himself close to Marcus's feet, giving each one of his toes a gentle kiss. Marcus blinked, before letting out a surprised gasp of pleasure as he felt his boyfriend's skilled tongue wrap around his big toe, giving it fellatio like only he could, licking it and suckling on it.

"Ooooooh..." Marcus chuckled, moving his hand down to tease against Jake's hair, the auburn mane just rustling nicely. "I see...~ You weren't lying either when you said you were still horny, huh?"

"Mmmnmm." Jake just let go of that big toe, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he just licked his lips. "I wasn't no... mmpf, you left me pretty well teased last night... and I want my revenge."

"Pfft. Subs don't get revenge dude. They live in a constant state of tease." Marcus just suddenly looked over, getting an evil idea as he just plucked the big banner off of its pole, ripping it slightly. "Give me your cock."

"What, you going to tie it up in a nice pretty bow to be unwrapped?" Jake snickered as he saw the banner.

"Yes actually. My present when you get done worshiping me like the proper little slut you are."

"Dude you sound so weird when you say things like that." Jake just chuckled as he got up, steadily and carefully walking over to his boyfriend, who was still lying down, before kneeling down.

Marcus just took the moment to drink in the whole ten inches of his boyfriend's lovely shaft. With a grin he just grabbed it, stroking it teasingly, watching Jake moan, before moving the ribbon up to the base of Jake's cock, and tying a nice, -tight- knot in it.

"There. Now you can't cum."

Jake blinked as he felt the knot, grabbing his dick testingly, biting his lower lip at how sensitive it felt.

"Ooooh, you are evil."

"Hah. We have a whole city to play with Jake. You were into fucking in public as much as I was last night."

"Yeah b-but..." Jake looked around "There are kind of a lot more people now. I mean, I can hear them. Can't you?"

Marcus stopped for a moment. He hadn't realized just how loud the two of them were. Every move of their feet, every shift in their weight, every teasing word was like a pair of thunderstorms having a conversation with one another. It had drowned out everything. With both of them stock still and silent, the only thing he could hear was the sound of their breathing... and the additional sound of horns, screams, the movement of an entire city. Marcus shuddered... not in fear necessarily, but unease. It finally dawned on him what was happening and... he kind of liked it.

"Y-yeah." Marcus just sat up, smirking as he gave Jake's cock a kiss. "But enough of that. You have something to prove already. Kneel down and give this big thing a kiss, hmm?" Marcus pointed down to his hips, grinning as Jake just nodded, getting down on the ground, his feet leaning up against a nearby building, as Marcus just cautiously leaned up against that office building he'd confirmed being empty. Now that he was thinking about it though, he could see the little people running around. The sidewalks not empty in the slightest, roads choke full of little cars. This was a living breathing city he was in...

And about when he thought about that, Jake wrapped his lips around his cock head. Marcus gasped, leaning back as his eyes fluttered. -God- he was horny... and as he thought of all of the little people surrounding him, watching him, running from him, in awe of the two giant boys, in awe of the sounds drowning out their screams, sounds of suckling, a blowjob enough to silence an entire town, he just was getting... hornier. The idea of being in charge of all of this was a surprising turn on. The idea of maybe even being able to toy with them was turning him on even further. No murder, he wasn't a psychopath but... maybe a little bit of teasing.

Marcus gasped as Jake started to get into it, moving up and down his cock, breathing heavily, the slurping sound of saliva against shaft, the teasing thrashing of his tongue, it was all too much.

"S-stop!" Marcus said suddenly, Jake doing so obediently, to which he was glad for. He was about two more licks away from cumming into his mouth, Marcus breathing heavily as he just, with a smile, leaned over. He had been eying a particularly lost group of people, scared like the rest of them, but having gotten turned around it seems and ended up close to the fuss once again. He smiled and suddenly just... grabbed them. Five little human beings, in the palm of his hand. He could hear them screaming, could see them moving in his hand, like little ants, and it was about that time that it finally hit him. God he was huge wasn't he? Like he knew it wasn't a set anymore a moment or two back but this was entirely something else.

It was kind of cute, in a horrifying sort of way. Somewhere deep in his brain after all, he had to think about what it would be like if the shoe was on the other foot. What it would be like to look up to a giant who just invaded your city. However even then, he couldn't help but just get more turned on by how afraid -he'd- be, putting that feeling onto them. It was the ultimate power trip. No submissive, even his beautiful boyfriend, could ever be so powerless as these five little people.

"Put these on your tongue..." Marcus finally said, smirking before just licking luxuriously across his lips, his hand just casually teasing against his own sack. "and then finish me off."

"A-are you nuts?! Those are like, actual people Marcus."

"I know. And I want to feel what its like to have them wiggling against me."

Jake moved back, looking at Marcus with incredulous eyes. Before he could even respond though, Marcus moved his feet out, and with a grin just grabbed onto that cock with his feet, stroking it, giving him an impromptu footjob. Jake howled, shivering as he wanted to cum so bad, but was tied off so tight he couldn't.

"You want me to ever release that thing Jake?"

"Y-yes... p-please."

"You want to cum hard for your master."

Jake paused at the word master. Marcus hadn't ever been too keen on being super serious about this whole master slave thing, but the little he had dived into it, Jake seemed to get even more into it than before. Marcus just smiled, and waited, stroking Jake more, watching him shiver.

"Y-yes. For you master..."

"Good. Then you put these on your tongue, and be careful with them. I want to feel them, not kill them."

"B-but I'll swallow them!"

"Not if I cum on your chest.”

“B-but you are so h-hard...” Jake shook his head, shivering and just pounding on the ground without thinking, blinking as his hand cracked through the asphalt. He withdrew further, but as Marcus teasingly withdrew his warm feet, Jake couldn't help but scoot back closer.

“I don't think you have a choice cutie~. Not with that ribbon on your cock. I mean, I guess you -could- be a spoil sport and just untie it yourself. But then maybe I could be a spoil sport and just go off and have my own fun. And who knows what wicked things I could concoct for these people huh? So really, you are doing both me, and them a favor.” Marcus chuckled as Jake just frowned, and, as expected, crawled back over to Marcus's cock, licking against his head... and then popping it in his mouth.

Marcus whined almost immediately, his hand grabbing the back of Jake's head as he thrust the entirety of his cock against his tongue. He could feel the writhing movements of his captives. -GOD- they felt good. All five of those tiny little people, scratching and moving against his dick, helpless to do anything but smell it, taste it, feel it, as they know they can't be long for this world. All for one moment of utter... bliss...

“UUUuuurngh...~” Marcus groaned as he thrust into Jake's mouth again and blew his load. It was -huge-, even for someone like Marcus, the thin little athletic boy shoving what had to be actual -gallons- of spunk down his boyfriend's throat as his eyes closed. It was easily the best he had ever felt, the sensation of his entire libido being drained out and replaced with ecstasy seemed pretty apt, a feeling he had only gotten once before when he and Jake had done some rather severe master/slave roleplaying. He thought for a moment even then about his five captives, but even if he wanted to, he couldn't focus on their loss. Not when there was so much gain for him here.

After a good half a minute, Marcus schlicked out of Jake's mouth, popping loudly and wetly as he just grabbed his dick and shook some of the saliva off of it, noticing, to his admitted surprise, that one of the five was still stuck against his pink head.

“Hah! Well look here! And you said they wouldn't make it...” Marcus smirked and pointed down to the little dot on his dick, just playfully pressing against it as he grinned.

“M-marcus...”

“Resilient little bugger. Mmpf. God what did we drink last night, I'm already starting to get bothered again...”

“M-marcus!” Jake looked at him with those puppy dog eyes, whimpering as he was frantically beating off to no avail.

“Heh. Oh right, your reward. Eh, forget it, I like you like this.”

“Oooooh f-f-fuck you Marcus.”

“Well that's no way to treat a god.”

“You're not a g-god you dick... aaah...”

“Says the man frantically beating off to the thought of me. And also says the man who has a dick so fat that a family of four could live comfortably in it~. Yeah okay, I'll believe your counter point when you can ignore me. Until then, kiss my fat cock.”

“I would, but you'd just e-enjoy it.”

“Well duh, why would I say it if I didn't?” Marcus simply smiled, and got up, stretching out as his cock lay limp and flaccid at his hips. He simply smiled as his boyfriend got enough of a bearing to get up too, shivering in need as he did so.

“Fine, you want the ribbon off?”

“F-fuck yes...”

“Then I want you to show me that you know your new place in the world. Hon we're like Alexander on steroids. Conquerors! Genetic jackhammers! I mean seriously, if not gods, we are at LEAST kings, you have to give me that.”

“D-d-dude you are getting way ahead of yourse-”

“We are three hundred feet tall Jake! I'm not ahead of myself. I'm ahead of -humanity.- Look, watch.”

Marcus simply grinned as he let his finger trace across the tenth floor of a nearby office building. The metal creaked and tore and splintered as glass shattered, one pane at a time, as he simply ran across it, smirking to Jake as he finished.

“You know how that felt like?”

“M-marcus...”

“Like running my finger across an anthill.”

“M-marcus please...”

“Go over to that parking garage...”

“Mmmf...~”

“... and step on all of the cars in it. Pick them up and step on them, or just stomp on the whole thing. I don't care, the place is only used by those rich business types anyway. No one I know is going to care.”

“Don't make me do this...”

“Look, you want to feel my lips on your cock. I want to see your feet on some metal. This is hardly a fair trade for me as it is, so please. Indulge your cute-butt~.”

“W-what if there are people in it!”

“Dear we've been sitting here for a half hour now. If there are still people in this city they deserve getting stepped on, don't you think?”

“N-no..”

“Look...” Marcus just smiled as he grabbed Jake by his cock, starting to walk towards the garage. Jake gasped in surprise and pleasure and followed behind, shaking in ecstasy the entire way there as he was led like he was on a leash. Marcus leaned in and teasingly licked across Jake's neck as he pulled a car out from the parking lot. It was a Porsche, a perfect example to break Jake of this fear, he thought, one of the douchiest car brands imaginable.

“Look, see? This is what is in here. Hundred thousand dollar matchboxes. Except matchboxes don't have crumple zones.” Marcus grinned as he just balled his fist, Porsche still firmly in the middle of it, the thing breaking and screaming as its anti-theft device blared once before sputtering out, dead.

Jake simply watched in a mixture of horror and dread as Marcus dropped it to the ground in front of him, the car nothing more than a single metal ball.

“Now you try. Go on Jake you'll like it I promise!”

“M-marcus I'm not g-going to-...”

Marcus just leaned down and with a single motion licked from ball to cocktip of his boyfriend's member, Jake screaming in ecstatic pain as he wanted to cum so hard.

“M-m-m-m-...”

“Crush. Them.”

Jake finally just bit his lower lip, looking like it was about to bleed as he moved in and just grabbed another sports car, a nice looking corvette. With a whimper he made a point of wiggling it around in front of Marcus's face before breathing in and... crushing it simply in his hand, his body shaking so much that the metal splinters just fell harmlessly like dust to the ground beneath him.

“There that wasn't so bad was it cutie?”

“Y-yeah...”

“Hee, you like it?”

“I-it was kind of fun...”

Jake blushed even harder, if that was even possible, before just grinning and plucking out another, this time just a nice little truck as he popped it in his hand again, smiling wider.

“T-they're so weak...”

“No dear, you're just that fucking strong. That's what I was trying to show you before. We're. GODS.”

“M-marcus you're getting way too into this...~”

“And why shouldn't I?” Marcus grinned as he leaned in, licking across Jake's neck as he slowly rubbed his hand across his still tied cock head, reducing Jake to a whimpering mess.

“B-because these are still peoples lives!” Jake whined out before just collapsing onto his ass, the entire city block shaking, glass shattering as his knees just got too weak.

“Mmm, exactly. And yet they, their cars, their buildings, can't even stand up to my little slut who can't even stand when he thinks about me. You have... -no- idea how much that turns me on.~”

“M-marcus...”

“The idea that I can fit a few of their cars under my feet and just watch them slowly disappear as I move my toes forward, hearing their car alarms blast for one last annoying time before they disappear...”

“M-marc...”

“The idea that I can hold lives in my hands and lord over them like a god damn king. You have any idea how many times I've wanted to boss around some of the assholes in this city? For gods sake Jake the entire reason we're like this is because we got called faggots and punched out in a bar. You don't even want to see that asshole's house get smashed in?”

“M-m-m...”

Marcus paused for a moment to look down, grinning as he saw Jake so desperately tugging at that ribbon.

“Mmmm. Tell you what. I'll untie you, even suck you off if you let me play the way I want to play, and you follow every order I give you to a T.”

“F-fuck yes Marcus anything just let me cum please...~”

“Now thats the little boy toy I raised.”

Marcus snickered as he just grabbed the ribbon and yanked it, and almost immediately he saw Jake's glans fire as he started cumming like a firehouse. Jake whined, gasping as his hips bucked and Marcus couldn't help but watch in awe as ropes of his boyfriend's cum made it up and above the nearby office building, splattering the entire thing in a coating of rich spunk.

Which, gave him an idea. He grinned, and lifted his boyfriend up without a great deal of effort, the poor horny soul pretty much dead weight at this point.

“W-wha...” Jake said limply, unable to really care what Marcus was doing to him at this point so long as he kept cumming.

“I want to see how much a floor of this office building can take.~”

With a bit more effort, Marcus shoved Jake's cock into one of the windows, the monster thing barely fitting in one floor, bulging out the roof and floor. Jake was still cumming like a stallion, pent up like he was, and Marcus just watched as Jake grabbed hold of the office building, downright delusional as he even started to hump into it with a moan, and Marcus just grinned wide eyed as he watched as floor after floor just filled up with Jake's cream.

“God you were pent up weren't you?”

“A-huh...” Jake whined, biting his lower lip as he thrust so hard the building just bent from his advances. Marcus laughed as he saw that, cum now free flowing down the side of the building as his boyfriend just seemed to go on forever. Finally after close to two minutes, his boyfriend calmed down, closing his eyes and just rubbing his stomach in pure bliss.

“Feel better hun?”

“G-god yes... a-also fuck you...”

“You know you love it.”

Marcus got up from his perch, leaning down to trail a finger across the cream sided office building and just sucked on his finger, grinning wildly as he tasted his boyfriend.

“Delicious as always hun.”

“S-shame you don't suck me off more huh?”

“Mmm, you know for a little bitch you sure do talk a lot.”

Marcus slapped Jake's ass before just looking over at the building. “You at least get a number?”

“Huh? Oh...” Jake looked down and seemed to finally realize he was still pretty well tied to the building, slowly letting his cock out, Marcus grinning as he saw it was still fully extended, if a bit softer now.

“Still not satisfied huh? Lousy lover...”

Marcus grinned mischieviously as he just leaned on the building, putting all his weight on it as, not surprisingly, the weakened superstructure just snapped and with one mighty and loud BANG the metal gave way.

“M-marcus!”

Jake started to grab him and Marcus just pulled him in for a kiss, as he watched with one eye as the building shattered against the ground, cum and dust flooding up to their ankles before dissapating.

“Gods, dear...” Marcus just licked the roof of Jake's mouth before pulling out, smiling happily.

“G-gods...~”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been three days. Three days since they had grown up, and the entire city by now knew it well. News spread fast, and it wasn't hard to find them. Marcus led the charge, his little pet boyfriend behind him, ocassionally apologizing for Marcus's damage or demands but mostly just sitting behind him, blushing, rock hard, not wanting to admit just how much Marcus's power trip was turning him on.

On the second day, they had slept in the suburbs after a long fuck session, Marcus blowing his load into a cul de sac, replacing it with a veritable lack of his cum before sleeping side by side with his boyfriend. Today though, today he had grander ideas.

Marcus woke up hornier than ever. Whatever that growth did to him it made him into a god damn sexual machine. He felt like he was on a hair trigger already, and he hadn't even done anything.

He looked around, the city mostly quiet. Most of the place had evacuated by now, though he had made sure, somewhat secretly as he didn't want Jake to know of his plans, that some got left behind. St. Andrews was on a bit of a peninsula after all with the only ways out of the city being two bridges, and a tunnel.

So, before he had gone to bed the night before, he smashed the two bridges, getting a massive kick out of seeing the faces of those still lined up to leave as they had to turn, trying to out run him as he ran to the other exits, just scooping tons of dirt into the tunnel to lock it up, doing more in a few minutes than diggers could in days, and smashing the other bridge too.

Outside of swimming, which the currents of the nearby rivers would make impossible, or the air, which he'd be able to see, the remaining survivors of the city were trapped. Just the way he wanted them to be.

Because he had an idea since the day before. He dreamed of just lording over a crowd, and letting one foot just gently rest on a dozen, if not hundreds of open, reverent mouths. Just the idea of letting them all kiss his dainty feet, of lording over his nice swishy frame over the remnants of the city were making him drip pre already. GOD he was horny...

“Jake.”

“H-huh?”

“You aren't awake yet? Come on the suns come up already, its time to have some fun!”

“M-marcus if we really are Gods can I -finally- just sleep in?”

“Hon I can see you are hard as a rock just get up. You are liking this as much as I am. Plus I have something to show you.”

“Hmm.”

“Fine, I'll go get the thing and bring it here then, sesh.”

Marcus just walked over into the town, grinning as he felt his big feet just slap into the asphalt, hearing it crack and buckle under his weight. He was never going to get tired of just how powerful he felt doing average things. Just the sound of him moving turned him on something fierce, and as he moved into the center of town, looking around, he couldn't help but grin even more viciously as he saw all of the cars, stuck in traffic, trying to find anyway to get out of town or at least into safer places than downtown.

“Hello pipsqueaks~. You might as well get out of your cars, you aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Besides your new God has something he needs you to do for him so come on, get on out of your cars.~”

Marcus waited for a bit, a few of the smarter, or at least most terrified denizens of town obeying, getting out of their cars. He watched especially as the ones in the back got out, and congregated near the base of some nearby buildings, just watching him in awe as he giggled, grinning widely as, just as he expected, most stubbornly disobeyed.

“Fine, stay in your cars, but I don't think that's all that wise~.”

He bit his finger as he just started walking forward. He felt on foot just fall onto a series of two or three cars, then picked up his other foot lazily, wiggling his toes, making a production out of it before letting it fall, gasping as his naked foot hit metal, and then he just felt it crack under his weight before disappearing entirely.

“Boom.” He licked his lips, moaning happily as he lifted up his foot again, smiling, wild eyed as he saw more people leaving their cars in terror.

“Boom!” His foot came down again, cracking against windshields, his cock throbbing so hard he thought he was going to cum right there as he heard the screams of those trying to escape him. Almost all of them had left their cars by this point, much to his disappointment. He wanted an excuse to finally feel how one of them under his foot would feel...

“BOOM!” he landed one last big foot on the cars, pivoting his heel then, making sure the nice sports car under his heel got grounded into nothing but flecks of red paint and a heap of metal.

“Now, I should have your attention huh? You little fuckers need to learn to listen to me, as I don't take disobedience lightly. So, with that in mind, go out into the suburbs where my boyfriend is sleeping, I got a plan for you all.”

He started walking, confident that the majority would follow. The hell else would they go? Not like rescue missions were being launched yet, if they'd ever. In fact he hadn't seen the military or anything yet, which did kind of puzzle him. Almost made him wonder if something bigger than himself was going on, but he was too busy, too turned on to really put too much thought into it. He was the horny pied piper after all, leading an entire city of miscreants out into the fields~.

“Jake! I brought you a preeesent~!”

“Marcus just let me sleep god d-...”

Marcus laughed as Jakes eyes opened as he saw some one hundred some people walking cautiously behind his boyfriend, dodging the craters his big footfalls made in the soft earth.

“J-jesus Marcus what are you doing?”

“I wanted a foot rub this morning and you seemed to be too preoccupied with sleep to do it for me.”

Marcus sighed contently as he laid down on his back next to his boyfriend, smirking as he wiggled his toes.

“So, I figured we had a few hundred little friends around, why not get them to do it instead? Let you sleep in, as you said.”

“Y-you're going to let them rub your feet?”

“No. I'm going to -force- them to rub my feet. Its a bit different.”

Marcus snorted as he looked down at his assorted masses, his toes curling as he pointed to one of his feet. “You heard me right? Start with the left foot pipsqueaks and move to the right. Kissing, rubbing, praising my name like a God while you do it, I don't care how into you get just rub my sore feet.”

“M-marcus...”

“Sssh. I need to hear if they object.”

Not surprisingly none did, though they were hesitant. A few stayed put but a few also moved in, daintily resting a hand on the massive heel of their new tormentor before starting to rub. Marcus beamed, so into this as he just grunted.

“Ooooh they're doing it!” He laughed as he just looked down at them, cock throbbing with need as he watched some climb up on others to get at his big feet, rubbing and kissing them, the slight murmurs hard to tell if they were really singing his praises or not but he didn't really care.

“Aaaah. Isn't this the life hun?”

Jake was speechless, blushing furiously as he watched people climb on other people to rub his boyfriend's feet.

“G-god they're really getting into it aren't they?”

Marcus just whined, one hand on his cock as he grunted.

“M-marcus? Oh you big pervert...”

“Oooh, what? You know how much I love foot rubs. Try multiplying that by a thousand. Thats how this feels. Plus you can't tell me I'm alone here, your cock is throbbing too. Whatever made us huge made us into god damn sex machines. I can't help myself all of this just is turning me on so hard...”

“I... well...” Jake just blushed, shrugging as he nodded. “Y-yeah I can't argue with that. Something weird happened to both of us..,”

“You don't say? Was it the fact that we woke up kings of our town, or the fact that I'm currently having some of my former neighbors literally rub dust off my feet that made you think that?”

“M-marcus what if some of our neighbors are in there!”

“Good! Jake you still don't get it. Our neighbors now are -other cities.- Look at us! We don't need to live anywhere! We can just go from city to city, demand food, get footrubs, and be god damn homeless fuck machines, gods amongst puny little pipsqueaks like them for the rest of our days!”

“Marcus whoever grew us, or whatever grew us, must really not have known how much you'd be into this, or they'd have -never- done it.”

“Aaah... who knows, maybe I'm just the sort of pervert they wanted to see? One who would use this power for the evilest, hottest ways possible. Plus, you can't help but worship a god like me, you were doing it when I was a small fry why stop just cuz I'm big huh?”

Jake just chuckled, watching incredulously as some of the tiny people managed to climb up in between Marcus's toes, really doing their best to clean his foot as Marcus just grunted, finally cumming for the first time of god knows how many times that day, just laying back and enjoying the power trip all over again...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“They're going to be trouble.”

“Going to be? St. Andrews is cut off from everything. Four days and they've locked a good couple thousand, if not tens of thousands of people in their own personal play pen. When the hell are you going to tell the world what is happening?”

“The moment we get them back to normal size and into custody.”

“Well its been six days, the hell are you doing?! Its been a miracle that they haven't moved on from their hometown, been a miracle you could stop the information from nearby cities for this long, the hell are you going to do when someone manages to sneak out of their with a cellphone picture huh? We may have a huge containment effort going on but all it will take is one lousy airplane going the wrong way, one cell phone on one guy and the whole damn thing is blown. Outbreak our ass, we have two horny godzillas in our midst!”

“I told you, top brass has been working 24/7 mister president on figuring out what the hell happened. So far all we know is some soldier at a bar seemed to have slipped something into the two of their drinks. He came clean with it the next day. Apparently he wanted to get even with them, said they were playing grab-ass in a bar and he wanted to give them a dose of something that would make them sick and leave.”

“Jesus. So instead he not only managed to follow incorrect protocol in carrying a weaponized chemical agent out into the field, but he didn't even know what it did?”

The general sighed, scratching his head. “According to him after interrogation he assumed that the chemical he was transporting was an off brand capsacin, something like pepper spray sir, except more toxic and a bit more potent. He thought it was a riot control liquid. They were apparently labeled that way when the first dipshit gave it to him to transport outside of the city to a controlled compound, and the two uh... 'godzillas' were apparently too drunk to notice anything different in their beers until it was too late.”

“So just like that, some shit labeling and bad bureaucratic laziness, and one of the most secretive military and civilian projects, something we were going to use to grow food supplies, make super soldiers, the literal wonder drug of our generation and something that should have made my presidency... and we give a double if not triple dose to two fruits who can now play God?”

“Y-yes sir, in so many words sir.”

“Jesus... alright what are the options. Antidotes I hope?”

“No sir, we hadn't been testing any as we didn't see the need until well...”

“Until it got out into the public. Right. So?”

“So we can go the military route. Bomb the entire place to smithereens and hope they go with it. Messy clean up, but explainable with our current cover story as an unfortunate loss of life in the face of an out of control epidemic of an uncontrollable disease.”

“Or?”

“Or we wait a few days, hope our eggheads can come up with something potent, an antidote, anything, and hope to God they don't break containment until then.”

“Jesus. Go with option B, only use option A if they decide to make a run for it. And for Gods sake keep up protocol. This entire cover up is costing the tax payers nearly a trillion damn dollars already, both in lost revenue, cell phone and satellite jammers, military exercises to make it look like we're doing something. Red Cross and the international community is busting down our door in the hopes they can help this so called “outbreak,” and we're running out of ways to tell them we've got it covered.”

“I understand sir.”

“Dismissed. Oh, and General Jackson?”

“Yes sir?”

“Make that dumbass soldier pay. I want his head on a proverbial spike for this. Why don't you make him the asshole who gets to give them the antidote, hmm? Him and the dumbass who broke protocol to begin with.”

The general just snorted as he left the room. “It will be a pleasure, sir.”