“TENSIONS MOUNT IN EAST PACIFIC”

“ENEMY MUSTERS WARFLEET”

“ENEMY READIES WARHEADS, CIA WARNS”

All the headlines were dire. The world was on a collision course with utter chaos, it seemed. The military dispatched its two greatest weapons to settle the conflict once and for all. Heather and Jason were summoned several days ago, and have been out of contact since. Ben sat at his office desk, following news developments as closely as possible. As the days passed, news continued to trickle out.

“AMERICA’S TITANS UNHARMED IN CONFLICT”

“ENEMY FLEET DEFEATED”

The details in each of the stories were scarce. The military was releasing very little information, and there were no photographs. From what Ben could gather, the enemy fleet fired everything it had at Heather and Jason, and they emerged unscathed. They defeated the fleet without breaking a sweat.

From up the hall, Ben heard the familiar clopping of high-heeled boots. It was AJ. She approached his desk and leaned over the backside of his chair, reading the headlines on his screen.

“Do they pay you to follow the news?” she teased.

“Do they pay you to be annoying?” he replied, pensively.

“Sometimes,” she answered, tapping his head with one long, slender finger. “Hey, you wanna see something?”

Ben shrugged. AJ swung Ben’s chair around, forcing him to face her. Her striking face was accented by sharp, red-rimmed glasses. Otherwise, she wore all black, and wore it well. It complemented her dark eyes and sultry raven hair. 

“You’re going to want to see this,” she said to her old friend. She grabbed him by the arms and gently pulled him out of his chair. She began to walk down the hall, signaling him to follow with one finger. They entered her office, and she closed the door behind them. AJ sat at her desk, and Ben stood next to her, arms crossed. She opened a window on her computer with several photos and video files. Ben recognized Heather and Jason from the photo thumbnails.

“What’s-” he began. AJ interrupted.

“As staff psychologist it’s my duty to ensure that these two subjects aren’t displaying any aberrant behaviors.”

“Make sure that the power doesn’t go to their heads?”

“Precisely. So, when they engage in battle like they just did, I have to review the footage for any warning signs.”

Ben shook his head. “The military said there was no footage.”

“There’s quite a bit. U2 spyplanes, drones, distant ships with cameras. They just sent over all this stuff last night. I haven’t even had a chance to review it yet.”

“Am I supposed to watch this?”

“Dunno why you would be,” AJ said, pulling up the first video. Ben knelt beside her, eyes glued to the screen.

The video showed over a dozen warships cruising along the horizon. Judging by the flags and markings, they belonged to the enemy. A small, gray dot approached the fleet from the sea. Ben could barely make it out, but it appeared to be a very small boat with two passengers. The enemy opened fire on the boat, their machine guns ripping it to shreds. The boat sank. Its passengers disappeared. Nothing happened. The timecode in the bottom right corner of the video continued ticking forward.

Ben turned to look at AJ for a moment. Her eyes lit up as the video went on, and in the reflection of her glasses, Ben saw a nightmare unfolding. He turned back to the screen. From the oceanic depths, two leviathans emerged. It was Heather and Jason, in tight-fitting navy blue attire, growing to what might have been 200 feet tall. They tread water, and shouted inaudible warnings to the enemy fleet. The enemy seemed deterred. Their national flag was replaced with a white one. They surrendered! They turned around, and began to retreat. Heather and Jason remained in position. Heather turned to Jason. She looked relieved. No casualties today. She pat him on the back. Good job. Not a shot fired.

Ben let out a deep breath, leaned back on his heels, and rested one hand on the back of his head. Thank God. Heather didn’t have to use her powers to hurt anyone. AJ noticed his posture relaxing, but she was still a bit tense.

“There’s still more video,” she said.

The timecode ticked by for several more minutes. Heather and Jason turned toward the camera  - presumably from an American ship  - and they began to swim toward it. A small gray dot jetted across the skies above them. The entire screen flashed white, then resolved into a bright red ball surrounded by deep, blood-red shadows. The ball gave way, revealing a mushroom cloud that fully engulfed where Heather and Jason were swimming. 

“Oh my God,” Ben gasped. A nuclear warhead had been dropped directly on the duo. The inferno towered a half-mile into the sky, atomizing everything in its wake. Heather and Jason couldn’t possibly have survived. Ben fell back against the wall, and slid down to the floor. Surely he just watched his girlfriend die.

The cloud of flame began to warp in strange ways, as something within pushed against it. As the cloud resolved, two monolithic forms outgrew it. With one mighty, indifferent swipe of his palm, the male giant dismissed the nuclear inferno. The camera had to zoom out, revealing Heather and Jason, their clothes completely burned off, standing perhaps miles tall. 

Heather, waist-high in ocean, was an enraged goddess, ready to enact divine judgment on the enemy. Her eyes were alight with fury. Her mouth was agape, baring fierce teeth. Her magnificent, planetoid breasts heaved as she pivoted around to face the enemy. Her buttocks flexed just above the water, as her body summoned all its strength to smash the enemy. AJ took careful note of that.

Jason had grown to Heather’s height, then doubled it. Always the bigger man, Ben remembered. Miles of pure, glistening muscle rose high into the stratosphere. His monstrous member, now a half-mile long, hung menacingly in the air. AJ took copious notes.

Heather raised a fist, but before she could bring it down on her insignificant foe, the greater titan grabbed it, gently, with a palm that nearly engulfed her own continental forearm. She turned to face him, not realizing how big he’d grown, and came eye-level with his cock. Her indignant expression gave way to surprise, and almost certainly, arousal. He released his hold on her, and with two fingers caressed the side of her head. She calmed down, and got the message. There’s no need for violence today. Nothing can oppose us. Notes notes notes. AJ jotted furiously on her pad.

With the utmost care, Jason knelt into the water, extended one huge palm, and scooped speck-sized ships into his hand. Heather followed, collecting the few that had escaped between Jason’s fingers. She glanced back at Jason’s cock, watching it intently as he rose back into the air. He looked back down at her, and grew erect, just watching her dominate the specks in her hand. Heather's building-sized nipples grew engorged. They were utterly fixated on each other, bewildered and aroused by their first true display of power.

Then Heather began to shrink. She looked surprised by this. Jason was shrinking her, albeit slowly. Heather may have been a goddess, but Jason was firmly establishing himself as the top of their pantheon of two. As she dwindled into the ocean, he reached down to collect her. His eyes lifted, and he gazed right at the camera. Ben felt like Jason was staring right at him, daring Ben to challenge him. Jason began to walk back to the American fleet, with the enemy in one hand and Heather in the other. He held them both right at level with his throbbing cock, showing all of them who is the bigger man. As he approached the nearest friendly carrier, he shrunk himself, down to a level where his feet touched the ocean floor and the waters rose just above his waist. 

The camera feed cut. The giant was too close from that angle. AJ pulled up the next video, which was a handheld camera from one of the crew aboard the aircraft carrier. She skipped to the end, when Jason approached. Jason loomed over the flight deck, his abdomen rippling high above the tiny crew. He set a human-sized Heather onto his other palm, allowing her to collect the objects it held. Then he set her onto the deck. She carried in her own hands the entire enemy fleet, now the size of Micro Machines. One mighty finger pet her head affectionately. She looked up at Jason with a warm expression. She waved to him, and he waved back with a single finger. Then he reduced himself, climbed onto the carrier, and reduced himself fully again. The rest of the videos were the same events but from different angles. 

“Notice anything... Aberrant?” Ben asked the psychologist.

“I mean...” AJ started, unsure of precisely how bluntly to reply, “they’re gonna fuck.” She opted for sheer brutality. Ben hated it as much as he needed to hear it.

“Yeah,” he said, weakly.

“There’s plenty of other women out there,” AJ said, patting Ben on the shoulder. “You should really try to find one who can’t squish you like a bug.”

“I don’t like losing.”

“Yeah well nobody does. Anyway, this whole thing could be a lot worse.”

“How’s that?”

“Your girlfriend could’ve gone psycho and crumpled those sailors into tiny bits in her bare hands.”

“That’s... True.”

“Then used their bloody bodies as some kind of sex lubricant for Jason’s-”

“You’ve got a sick mind, AJ.” Something clicked in Ben’s mind. “Wait, what about those enemy ships? The crew? What happens to them?”

AJ shrugged. “I don’t know. Certainly nobody’s going to tell me about that. I’m sure they’re being interrogated.”

Ben had seen enough. An hour later, he was back at his desk, feeling awful about the universe and everything in it. He was nearly ready to turn it in for the day, when a new headline flashed across his browser. 

“CAPTURED TROOPS SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO AMERICA”

He pulled up the article. Every single captured enemy sailor was alive and well, and normal sized again. Each of them were eager to publicly testify over how well they had been treated, and how much they hated their mother country. One of them was being interviewed in a video. Ben pulled it up.

The foreigner appeared healthy, and in good spirits. He expressed his regret for his actions, and his utter gratitude for being spared. “It is harder to save a life than to take one. Your people could have killed me, but I am eternally grateful... Despite this stupid conflict, I will always remember who is the bigger man.”