The door of Jason’s prison, once a 10-ton chunk of solid lead, was wrenched from its hinges and reduced to a harmless speck on the ground. Jason emerged from his cell, liberated, vengeful.

“You were hard to find,” one of the men said. “And a lot’s happened since you’ve been in there.”

To his surprise, the man was shrinking. He looked about at the other men, and they were shrinking too. Jason brought them down to millimeters by his feet. He towered over them, showing off his perfect power. He picked one off the ground and dropped the quivering man onto his palm.

“Tell me everything,” he commanded.

“We’re part of a resistance. Heather-”

“How many are you?” he said. He began to probe the man’s mind for answers.

“Hard to say. We don’t-”

Jason grew impatient, and licked the man straight off his palm. He swallowed, and as the man was digested, so too were his memories, and the speed of information transfer grew much quicker. The others, down on the ground, shrieked in surprise and horror, but Jason wasn’t listening.

As he scanned the man’s memories, the full scale of their plot unfolded. There were thousands of them now, almost all men. Men who refused to serve a woman. Men whose way of life was war, and couldn’t tolerate the false peace that had been forced upon them by a black haired goddess and her invisible master. They called themselves the Free Men.

They met rarely, and never revealed their faces to one another. The men worked in isolated rings so the broader organization could never be uncovered. Communication was largely done through hidden messages on obscure online message boards.

They had many aims. The first of which was the release of Jason. Job well done. What’s next? Put Heather and AJ in the box. How? Why would they agree to that? Jason concentrated even deeper. 

Hostage.

His eyes opened, wide and enraged. The Free Men already had a hostage, somewhere out there. It was Mark. And they were going to kill him if Heather didn’t go in that fucking box. Jason was practically drooling with fury.

“You.... Kidnapped.... Mark....” he whispered, his hands trembling. Cracks suddenly formed in the walls around him.

The men on the ground were more confused than ever. 

“It’s the only way! It’s for you, Jason!” one man screamed.

“Hail Jason!” the others reflexively chanted.

Before them, Jason’s body began to change. His waistline grew thinner, hips bigger, pectorals becoming rounder, the entire form taking on the effeminate shape of...

“Oh God,” one of the men despaired.

...Heather. 

They’d been snared in her trap, having walked straight into the den of the beast. In the blink of an eye, the men appeared on the surface of her palm, right in front of her scowling face.

“Where is my brother?” she hissed.

“We don’t know! It’s a different cell, we have no idea where-” one of the men began.

“Maybe your brother knows,” Heather said, reaching into the man’s mind. “Kevin, right? Sells insurance in Boise. I’ll see him soon.”

“Please... Don’t do this,” another man begged.

“Oh, I will do this. I’ll devour your entire families until someone tells me where my fucking brother is,” she said. “I’m already at your house, waiting for your wife Joan to get home.”

“What-”

“I’m in all of your homes right now. Bruce,” she said, looking at one of the men, “Your daughter Taylor tasted so sweet. She had so much promise as a musician, but don’t worry, now I play the guitar just as well as she did.”

Waves of horror swept over the men. They prayed that she was lying, that she could never be in multiple places at once, that Jason was still out there, and he would come back to save them.

“No he won’t be saving you, you stupid, stupid men,” Heather chastised. “Isn’t it obvious you fucking ants? I ate your god. He’s in me now.”

“PLEASE!” one soldier shouted. “We don’t know! We’ll help you find him just please stop this!”

“Oh, another dead end,” Heather taunted. “Your sister Julie didn’t know where my brother is either.”

A few of the men wept, agonizing over what they’d just unleashed upon their own loved ones. But Heather’s reckoning was just beginning. She licked her palm, taking all the men inside her. 

She couldn’t believe it. She knew she had enemies out there, men who were stupid enough to oppose her, but she never dreamed it would be this widespread and organized. She’d been too passive, and the infection spread because of her inaction. Failure to take action, failure to eliminate hostile threats, failure to protect her loved ones; all these failures put her brother’s life in danger. Heather kicked herself for being so incompetent, so weak, so stupid. 

She closed her eyes and sat on the ground. She focused her mind’s eye, searching the globe for signs of her brother. But her vision was far too limited. She needed more power. Much more.

“Damn them for making me do this...” Heather said through quivering lips. She vanished.

~~~

“So... You okay?” Ben asked. “You got real quiet all of a sudden.”

Heather was lying in bed, reading a book, with Ben at his usual post at her feet, six inches tall. She wasn’t responding. He scurried atop her leg, across her bare abdomen, and settled between her breasts to see what was up. She wasn’t even looking at her book, just staring at the ceiling with rage in her eyes. She didn’t speak, and she didn’t have to. Ben knew that whatever was happening, whatever was about to happen, he should be terrified of.

~~~

The night’s sky was dark with clouds. The city below, once known for its vibrant night life, was now somber and quiet, as a traumatized populace mourned over the catastrophic violence that had been inflicted on their nation months earlier.

The clouds parted, making way for a glistening monster that curled its way downward into the landscape. Heather’s tongue, impossibly vast, crashed into the ground and scraped its way toward the city, sweeping up everything in its path. The very crust of the earth buckled under its weight. It collided with homes, buildings, skyscrapers, all of which offered no resistance against the unstoppable pink beast. Millions of people screamed and ran, but there was simply nowhere to go. With a single lick, the entire city was gone, leaving behind miles of flattened, damp Earth.

She lingered for a moment before swallowing, savoring the city’s collectively salty flavor. Its populace were drowning in her saliva sea. A few were swept into the cracks between Heather’s teeth, where they would stay lodged until their bodies were broken down by Heather’s digestive enzymes. She swished around a bit, chuckling at the mass chaos even the subtlest of her movements can create. And then, she swallowed.

Five million souls descended her gullet, but Heather didn’t see the point in stopping there. After all, these were the enemy people. Even if they did surrender, they still existed. Heather would rectify that tonight. Then she would come for the men who took her brother, and unleash an eternity of torment upon them. 

Already the people inside her were being digested, adding their strength to her own. She felt amazing. Empowered. Invincible. Unleashed. Free. The beast inside her was wide awake and clawing at its cage. 

She felt a little regret for eating Jason. He would’ve enjoyed being part of this. She imagined they would consume these little cities, and then fuck, smashing the remainder of the country under their planetoid bodies. 

Heather thought of Ben, and considered enlarging him to share this experience with her. What a stupid idea, she thought. Ben could never enjoy this the way she or Jason did. Ben was born to be small, born to be subjugated, to grovel and beg and worship her feet. 

She wasn’t sure if those were her own thoughts or Jason’s; his mind still floating about in the aether of her consciousness. What did it even matter whose thoughts were whose, she figured. If there was one thing she learned from eating Jason, it’s that he truly should be the one up here, ruling the world. He never would have tolerated the existence of these so called Free Men, or perhaps in his case they’d be the Free Women. His family would never have been vulnerable to these terrorists. The whole world would have been perfectly safe in his hands. And he was never going to hurt Heather. She could see that now. He loved her. He was going to give her a life of perfect pleasure. What a waste.

Either way though, all the people of this vile little nation were going to be eaten, by her or by him. Poor things. They were born doomed. 

She appeared above another city, her once green eyes now glowing orange. They illuminated the entire sky, casting a beam of hate upon the specks in the city streets.

Heather licked her lips, and the people below knew it was over. 

“Let me have some too,” a voice in her head said. “This time I want to lick them off your body.”

She nodded, smiling wickedly. Before her, Jason appeared, 30 miles high, head stretching into the stratosphere, but still only reaching her calves. She sat, with her creation and the city below inbetween her crossed legs.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, stretching her arms beyond the ozone. “Get started.”

She laid back, crushing tens of miles of countryside under her bare skin. Rivers of magma burst forth from the seams of destroyed Earth around her body. Jason ripped portions of the city from the ground, and shook them out like a salt shaker over Heather’s vagina. Scores of people were lost on her lips. They screamed in futile terror as Jason’s colossal mouth filled the sky. He opened wide. Ever so slowly, Jason’s tongue licked Heather’s pussy clean, savoring every taste of every microscopic being along the way. Heather responded with moans that were heard as far as Hawaii.

He went back for more, scraping off more of the city and sprinkling its people across Heather’s breasts. They too were licked to perfection. His tongue tantalized her nipples, collecting more victims as it went.

“Fuck me,” she commanded, growing him to her size. 

He collected the remaining bits of the city, and sprinkled them on his cock.

“Yeah,” Heather said, reading his intentions. “Put them in me.”

Jason straddled Heather, taking her hands into his own. He thrust his cock through her lips, slowly at first. Her body responded, and she moaned again, as thousands of people were atomized in her vaginal canal. He pumped, over and over and over again, pushing what few insects survived further into darkness. He came, filling Heather with his seed and drowning whatever was left alive. Heather screamed with ecstasy. It was the best she’d ever had. She grabbed him by the face and kissed him madly. A few crumbs of people were left on the surface of his lips, and they were smashed to oblivion by her kisses.

She cried, and held him, the two lovers towering over all of creation, even sitting down.

“I had this beast in me, this thing I was scared of,” she told him. “And I let it out tonight. I let it play and I loved it. It felt great. Better than anything.”

“Are you still scared of it?” he asked, holding her tightly.

“No,” she replied. “Because you’re my beast now. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said. They embraced in silence for another minute. “There are still more cities.”

“Let’s go get ‘em.”

The two played and feasted. By the night’s end, an entire nation was wiped off the face of the planet. By sunrise, Heather was reborn. A living supernova, bursting with the combined energy of 300 million souls.  

“What happens now?” Jason asked, watching the sunrise with Heather. “Are you going to put me back in your head?”

“No,” Heather answered. “You won’t hurt me. You are me. Or part of me, anyway. You’re like an appendage, I guess.”

Heather turned to Jason and examined his face. She giggled, running a fingernail through his stubble.

“You’ve got one,” she said, poking at his chin.

“One what?”

“A little person. It’s still alive too.”

“Leave it,” Jason joked. “I’m saving it for later.”

“Lemme get it!” she teased. She leaned in, ready to lick the poor thing from Jason’s chin.

“Should we give it a name first?” he asked.

“Oh... Umm..” Heather bit her lip. “How about ‘Snack’? Or ‘Speck’?”

“Nah those are too cute.”

“Hmmm....”

“Oh I have a good one,” Jason said. “How about... Ben?”

Heather laughed. “Ben’s a good name.” 

She extended her tongue, and delicately lapped the little person off Jason’s chin. She swallowed, and grinned wide. The two held hands and watched the sun climb the sky over a shimmering ocean. 

“I’m sorry I ate you,” Heather said, breaking the silence.

“I’m not,” he said, smiling. “Now we’re finally together. Completely inseparable. It was meant to be.”

“Last night was the most fun night of my life,” Heather said, squeezing Jason’s hand. “I’m glad we got to enjoy it together.” 

A thought occurred to her. Heather looked over her shoulder with a quizzical expression.

“I think I have the power now,” she said, turning back to Jason, “to take all those little people inside of me and put them back. Like, I can put everything right back where it was.”

Jason looked confused. “Why would you want to do that?”

“So we can do this all over again. The fun doesn’t have to stop.”