The recognizable features of the statue were turning to mush between Nicole’s fingers, bowing to the unending strength of its inspiration. Giant spiraled fingerprints came away on the metal. Every colorful imperfection of her perfect skin alternately glowed pink and white as blood pumped beneath her gridded flesh in small measures, so casually providing the necessary power to ruin the hard work of thousands of people.
“With all I do for you…” Nicole sighed. Her index finger withdrew, easing the statue against her thumb, and then descended with wind-lashing speed. The girl’s fingertip flicked into the golden idol and launched it like a missile over the heads of the citizens, whereupon it hurtled through three full buildings across the street before it came to rest amongst the smoky rubble. “…this is the thanks I get?”
Brandon and Jason cowered in the grass, their eyes momentarily watered from the wind of the weaponized statue which Brandon’s little sister had just fired through three city blocks with the simplest flick of her fingers. Strangely, though, the other citizens and worshipers, even the patrolling soldiers, hardly deigned to react with anything but solemn regret and acceptance. It seemed this wasn’t the first time they’d witnessed such an easy cataclysm.
Smoke rose in high plumes now from the massive craters in the buildings through which the Nicole statue flew. For all the force of the launch, it might as well have been a missile, too, rather than a mere blunt object.
Despite the terror and adrenaline of watching that towering metal structure careen through the buildings after it was whittled into scrap metal by Nicole’s simpering fingertips, Brandon was feeling something new now. A sensation had been activated within. Before, he’d been victimized with a fearful erection at the unfortunate sight of his fantasies coming to life in the form of his most hated family member. Now, however, there was desire building within and rising like brushfire to his heart.
No. This was not happening. He did not want this. Brandon clawed his fingernails into his arm in an attempt to divert the unstoppable yearning, and hopefully wilt his boner as well. There was no way in hell he was going to allow himself to desire this mad outcome for even a single sickening instant. He couldn’t possibly live with himself if he actually came to terms with the fact that today, this moment, was among the most fulfilling of his life as his bratty god-queen of a little sister dominated an entire enslaved town of peons, with him included.
“Did you see that, man?” Jason whispered numbly. His eyes bulged in his head and he looked either on the verge of passing out or orgasming.
Though it made him uncomfortable to notice, Brandon couldn’t help but observe that his friend was sporting a similar pants shape between the legs. That figured, Brandon thought bitterly. At least his horndog friend wasn’t related to her.
“I’m sorry, everyone. Maybe that was… mean of me, to do away with your hard work like that,” Nicole admitted cheekily, changing from enraged to gently begrudging on a dime. She steepled the spires of her magnificent fingers together, bending them in and out like an accordion. “It’s just that it hurts me, to give out such simple instructions to all of you, and see such a big lack of respect for me and all that I’ve done for you. I mean, really, when you think about it, you little guys have the sweetest deal on earth. I give you free shelter, food, water, and friendship. All you have to do is, from time to time, show me a sign of your appreciation.”
Nicole’s lecture boomed louder through all the canyons of the tiny city. The sound seemed to congregate and echo with more grandeur from out of the smoking ruins of the buildings she’d destroyed. If Brandon couldn’t look directly up and still see the curvaceous bulwark of his sister’s pale, sculpted thigh, he might have imagined her words were instead being expelled from out of the mysterious, smoldering darkness of the wreckage.
“But I guess that was still too difficult a job for you, even after I lowered my expectations to the level of the dirt, where you live. Seriously, not to put down what you did get done, but that statue wouldn’t even look impressive as a keychain ornament for me. I could do so much better, if I actually wanted something that made me feel good about myself,” Nicole explained. She closed her hands together, then clapped them twice, just to make sure no one’s attention drifted; the sharp sound wracked the ears of every denizen, granting temporary tinnitus. “No, that statue was for you. For you to understand what it’s like to have a purpose in your puny, pathetic lives.”
Brandon looked over to Jason. His friend’s face had almost transformed; he now looked remarkably like the others around them. Stoic, yet generous in his attention and clear devotion to the staggeringly giant woman sitting with her legs crossed beside the little diorama-style metropolis. Jason’s eyes remained wide open; his jaw hung ajar, and he might have been on the verge of drooling. His hand even hovered with intense need just above his pants tent, which forced Brandon to turn away in disgust.
“I wasn’t always this generous, you know,” Nicole said. “When I first figured out how to shrink things. I was, um… let’s say a little less lenient. I didn’t really feel like it was my responsibility to care about the things I shrunk. To give them a sense of purpose. No, see, the very first time I shrunk something… this boy in my class, actually… I kicked him down the sidewalk like a pebble, then just walked right over and stomped on him a bunch of times, even though he was probably gone after just the first step. And you want to know something? I didn’t feel bad about it. Not even a little bit.”
To demonstrate, Nicole walked two of her fingers along the far wall of the city, simulating a person, even though said person would’ve been far larger than any of the buildings within. For a minute, her fingernails clacked softly on the thick barrier, even improvising a little dance with her index and middle finger. However, as she turned her massive hand around to walk it back the other way, her opposite palm hovered overhead: a simulation of her shoe in the story. Without hesitation, she smacked her other hand down upon the helpless representation of the two-fingered walker. Though she only made slight contact with the wall, the translation of the impact through Nicole’s palm, her fingers, and into the structure caused the entire city to wobble.
The gesture was far more violent, even, than when she first picked up the city. Any of the citizens not lying prone in the grassy clearing of the town square were toppled flat on their faces by the shuddering force of Nicole smacking a point just barely adjacent to their livelihoods.
Brandon was one of these unfortunates knocked over. He quivered in the dirt, still playing back in his memory the image of his sister’s titanic palm descending toward the city’s imprisoning wall. Though she moved quickly, every detail of her palm, from the criss-crossing creases to the gradients of pale-and-pink skin tones, was made apparent and visible to all below. It wasn’t hard at all to imagine that same hand poised the same way, give or take half a mile closer to the gathered population. Right over their heads. One single drop of the beautiful blonde’s unforgiving palm, and thousands would die in an instant: popped into a series of red splotches painted like polka dots all along the vast canvas of Nicole’s hand.
The boy pressed his forehead into the grass. This revelation of his sister’s first shrinkage was of particularly stomach-churning horror to Brandon. Which was saying something, considering he’d learned of Nicole’s size-changing capacities and also been added to her human collection in the same day; still, this realization beat it out. In spite of all he’d seen up to now, he still couldn’t quite imagine his sister as a cold-blooded killer: not merely a kidnapper and self-appointed goddess, but an actual murderer of innocents. Not even that trashed statue blown through the buildings had made him a believer, but the conviction of Nicole’s tender words about her first powerful act, now, did make him understand.
Brandon was feeling greater lust than ever. He choked back the nausea again.