Shouldn’t Have Picked Mercy
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“Why pick Mercy!” The shrill voice of an acne-riddled teen came over the headset. “She’s a single-target healer, and it makes no sense to pick her for our comp. Who are you even going to damage boost? Switch already.”
Alina fought herself from unmuting herself and engaging in this player, who, during the match, had been chastising every play she made. Alina was a Twitch streamer and spoke to her followers, commenting on xxBigDiksxx’s rant by saying how myopic and wrong his takes were. She explained she was bringing value to the game with her battle rez’s and opportunistic damage boosts.
“Heal me!” xxBigDiksxx yelled into the mic as he died during a fight, his voice distorting at the higher frequencies. “You fucking suck, Mercy.”
Alina hit the ‘M’ key and spoke freely into the team chat. “I can’t out-heal your stupidity. You’re out in the open, not taking cover, getting shot by three enemy players. Heals don’t suck, it’s your positioning. Quit blaming me for your shit plays.” She re-muted and looked into her camera and screamed in frustration. She told her followers how these player types never take ownership of their actions.
“Oh, no wonder,” xxBigDiksxx said, after hearing Alina speak for the first time. “Big surprise. Our Mercy is a girl-gamer and has no clue how to fucking play.”
Alina didn’t hold back. “And our Genji is a braindead moron, who dashes into a 3v1 fight, and gets surprise-Pikachu-face when they die. Learn to play, bitch.”
“This game ain’t like your kitchen. Make me a sandwich, cunt.”
Alina left the in-game voice channel. “Can you believe this guy, chat?” she asked, looking into her camera. “Assholes like this still exist? Can’t handle a girl playing on his team? Or at all?”
xxBigDiksxx typed in the game chat, “U play mercy for skins. Admitt it bich.”
“Fuck this guy,” Alina said to her following on Twitch. “His username is ‘big dick?’ I bet he’s a small piece of shit.”
The match ended in defeat. Alina left the group and returned to the game lobby. To continue messaging Alina after the game, xxBigDiksxx had to send her a friend request through the game. Alina hovered her mouse over the reject button when a cheer message popped on Twitch. These messages cost money, but they stood out from the hundreds of messages that streamed on her channel.
“Username ‘Lunno’ says I should accept Big Diks’ friend request … Why the hell should I do that?” Alina looked at her screen as she waited for Lunno to reply.
Alina had a typical e-girl gaming setup. She had a professional lighting rigged that bounced soft white light off her unblemished skin and blonde hair. Her room glowed a deep purple, with yellow Christmas lights strewn about, highlighting all her Overwatch models, plushies, posters, and pins. Alina had her room organized, but it was busy with a lot of geeky collectibles. Her pink PC was hardly visible on the left side of the video feed, and on the right was her $400 Shure microphone attached to a boom. But what was most prominent in the video feed was her impressive cleavage. Her gigantic tits took up a quarter of the screen and were the first thing people noticed when looking for a streamer to watch.
Alina accepted xxBigDiksxx’s friend request against her better judgement. As expected, he sent her a torrent of misogynistic messages. Alina typed she was a Twitch streamer, and that he should watch her. Alina sent her a link that Lunno told her to send him. xxBigDiksxx fell for the trap and clicked on the link. It took him to a website that revealed his IP address, and most importantly, his location, to Alina.
Alina laughed so hard when she saw his location. “Bro! You’re from Nanoria?” she said aloud and typed back to him. “You’re like ten times smaller than my nipple!”
“Shut up, whore,” xxBigDiksxx typed back. “I found your real stream, and you’re just one of those dumb bimbos that sell feet pics!”
“And? I wouldn’t even see you standing in front of my feet.”
“Fuck you, cunt!”
Lifeguard Mercy
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Alina sat her elegant vanity table where a marquee of a dozen exposed bulbs lined her square mirror, similar to what actresses and models use prior to going on stage. On the table, she had a plethora of perfume bottles, makeup containers, and silver-handled brushes. Looking closely into her mirror, she applied her light-pink lipstick and the finishing touches to her cat eyes. Sitting back and posing, she loved what she saw—a splitting image of Mercy from Overwatch.
She pulled her blonde hair back in a high ponytail and adjusted her red visor. Alina walked over to her full-length mirror and scrutinized her outfit. She wore a red tank and short shorts, her jacket wrapped around her waist, and red low-heeled sandals on her flawless feet. Her red and white outfit looked exactly like the lifeguard skin for Mercy on Overwatch. Down to the smallest detail, like the red fanny-pack on the side that said ‘GUARD’ on it, and wings on her back.
“The Doctor is in!” she said in her German accent, which matched the voice line almost perfectly. She smiled, feeling super sexy in her outfit. Although there was one slight detail that was off … her bust and ass were a lot larger than canonical Mercy. “I don’t think the guys will mind,” she said to herself. She picked up her Mercy staff and snapped a few pictures of herself in the mirror’s reflection with her phone.
Those pictures went straight to social media with the hash tags, “#Mercy #MercyCosplay #Cosplay #Overwatch #BigUpdate #BigNews #BiggerIsBetter.”
Alina was a small-time streamer. For an average day, it was hard for her to break 90 viewers. On the weekend, it hovered around 150 viewers. She tried different things, like showing off her body by wearing shirts with plunging necklines, which helped, but her content wasn’t engaging enough to garner more followers. Alina was competing with many e-girls who were doing the same thing and were better at it.
Nonetheless, Alina had some diehard fans. Including a follower who went by the handle, MXP20. He shipped her a handy device called the morphgate™, which he hacked, just for Alina. She pulled out the handheld device, which looked like a cross between a TV remote and a Geiger counter.
“This better work, nerd,” she said, securing the device in her pouch.
Was she really going to visit Nanoria? Foreigners … weren’t a thing. It wouldn’t be unprecedented to cross the barriers because a handful of diplomats have done it in the past, though diplomats only visited nations whose sizes were close to theirs. But regular folk like Alina couldn’t visit other nations line Nanoria—not only because it was unethical—but physically impossible by the laws of physics. That is … without a hacked morphgate™ it was impossible.
Once Alina started her journey to pay xxBigDiksxx, there was no turning back. She intended to show the little mite that Mercy was a viable pick. And cosplaying Mercy in his micro city was the only way to do it. And because Alina’s potential visit to another nation would be unprecedented, there were no laws or defenses to prevent such a thing from happening.
So, Alina had decided. She’ll be the first person from the Alpine Union to visit Nanoria. Alina felt no remorse or hesitation with her decision. She secured all her tools in her pouch, grabbed her staff, and headed out the door. She took an Uber straight to the border.
Toxicity
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xxBigDiksxx messed up his nano blade for the second time that match. He berated his support teammates for not keeping him up during his ultimate. The toxic player bashed and was bashed by the team. But he didn’t care. They were all playing the game wrong, and he was the only one trying.
A notification came up on his second screen, alerting him that Alina had started streaming. He opened her stream, curious if she was going to attempt Overwatch again. He’s had fun the past couple of weeks sending her nasty Tweets, DMs, and being outright disruptive in her chat. Tan never questioned why she didn’t block her. Probably doesn’t know how, haha. But no matter. She was coming online, and that meant he’ll devote some time calling her names and telling her she’s a failed streamer. It’ll be like another day.
But when he opened her stream, and what he saw made his stomach drop.
The title of her stream was, “#TravelVlog #BarriersAreDown #WatchMyStep! #Mercy #Overwatch | Nanoria-bound and so excited. Ping if you see me!”
Tan learned a couple of weeks ago, when he first played with Alina, that she was from the Alpine Union. She made some jokes about trampling over the cities in Nanoria, but he didn’t relent with her and continued making fun of her bimbo-like body and selling pictures of it for money. After all, Alina was all the way from the Alpine Union. Not like she could really trample over his city …
“Fuck!” Tan said. The one person he had to harass was 2 miles (3.16km) tall compared to him.
The Quantum Schism
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Fifty years ago, a major anomaly rippled throughout the cosmos, punching holes through dimensional fabrics, when seven singularities converged on one another through multiple dimensions. Over two dozen planet Earths, from multiple realities, shattered when regions disappeared from their original location and converged to a new, unblemished planet, dubbed, New Earth.
Countries and their borders are a human construct and meant nothing to the cosmic anomaly that transported swaths of land from multi-dimensional Earths to New Earth. This meant regions transported, and not countries, per se.
As people came to terms with their inter-dimensional travel, they quickly discovered a new quirk of the anomaly. The Quantum Schism—the name they applied to the cosmic anomaly—resulted in transporting regions of their home planet to New Earth at vastly different size scales.
Tan was from Nanoria. One of the smallest nations on New Earth. According to the Universal Measurement Index (UMI), he was 1/32 inches (1mm) tall. Nanoria made up of the region from India down to Singapore, with some of Southern China included.
Alina was a tall girl, at 5’10” (178cm) according to UMI. The Alpine Union was one of the largest nations, and represented Central Europe, from Switzerland to some parts of Austria.
Stream Starting Soon!
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Alina walked through the quiet border park, its unkempt grounds signaling the local city didn’t care to maintain it. The cracked concrete paths were empty, with a few dried leaves skittering across the surface. There weren’t many trees, and the ones that stood were short and sickly looking.
She pulled out five sleek black surveillance drones from her pouch, each one compact and lightweight, roughly the size of a pink rubber eraser. The drones, powered by AI, whirred to life and flew on their own in a precise formation, their tiny cameras beginning to capture high-resolution video of Alina from multiple angles. She adjusted her costume, and through her phone, began her live stream.
Alina walked through the park that was at the edge of her nation’s border. The park was rather empty that morning. She pulled out five black drones from her pouch that were the size of a pink rubber eraser. The drones, powered by AI, flew on their own and began taking video of Alina. She started her stream and addressed her followers.
“Hey everyone, thank you for joining the stream!” she said with a lilt. “Look at my cosplay!” Alina spent the next 10 minutes showing off her outfit. Her stream switched through the different video feeds from the five different drones, while she explained the work that went into her outfit.
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Alina read her chat on her phone. “Zax asks if I’m really going to Nanoria today.” She looked at the main drone that consistently flew in front of her face. “You bet your ass I am. Note the NSFW tag,” she said with a giggle.
Alina walked up to the Quantum Barrier that set the boundary between her nation and its neighbor. The barrier looked like a yellow-tinged cellophane reflecting in the sunlight. She walked up to the force-field looking wall and extended her finger. Before she could touch it, she felt an electric shock zap her, forcing her to jump back. She cursed and looked through the Quantum Barrier. Beyond its yellow-stained energy wall, she could see a miniature world sprawling before her.
She pulled out her morphgate™ and played with the dials on the remote. “If this doesn’t work, MXP20, then you’ll have ruined my day.” And spared the lives of millions … She activated the morphgate™, causing a bubble around her, including her drones, to become immune to the Quantum Barrier.
Alina tested the barrier with her fingers and smiled when it went through without a shock. Soon after, she stepped through the barrier and into the lands of her neighboring, much smaller, nation.
The Maple Crown
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The Maple Crown bordered with Alina’s nation of the Alpine Union. Its people came from the regions of Northern US and all of Canada. According to the UMI, they were 5 inches (12.7cm) tall.
As she entered their border town, she thought about what she was doing. They were humans … in a sense. They weren’t from the same Earth she was from, and they certainly weren’t her size. Ever since the Quantum Schism, every nation had lived their isolated lives, living in an island separated from the rest of the world by the Quantum Barrier, keeping out harmful insects, birds, microorganisms, and most importantly, bigger humans out.
Alina stepped on an empty sedan that matched the length of her foot, compacting it down to half an inch and pressing it into the ground. Were the people of the Maple Crown the same as her? Maybe in appearance and intelligence, but their puny vehicles and diminutive size were laughable. She didn’t have malice towards the people of the other nations but was vehemently indifferent towards them. If they supported her, great! If not, that was okay, too; to each their own. But whatever collateral damage she wrought upon them was their own fault. To show she was a good sport, she walked on their roads and tried avoiding their buildings.
Alina stopped by a roof of a building that had gawkers looking up at her. She told them she wanted a selfie with them. She was the first foreigner to their land and looked smoking hot in her Mercy cosplay. They didn’t see the harm in a picture and posed for her. Alina held up a peace sign with her fingers as she snapped the photo. Standing back up, Alina grabbed her Mercy staff and scrolled through the photos.
“These came out great!” she said. “Be sure to support my stream! Love you all!”
She twirled her fingers and continued walking, showing off her massive ass to the crowd on the roof. Her booming footsteps reverberated throughout the town, commanding everyone’s full attention. Curious, they opened their phones and followed Alina’s livestream on Twitch, under the Just Chatting category.
Police and emergency vehicles attempted to guide Alina out of their cities, but she ignored them and opted to walk in the direction her GPS told her to. All in all, she crushed less than ten people and only caused damages in the low millions. It could’ve been a lot worse if she had had some beef with them. She stopped a few more times for photos with newfound fans before leaving the nation and entering the next.
Tan
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He masturbated to her live stream in the train’s bathroom. His small dick was rock hard as his eyes glazed over at the sight of her statuesque legs as she walked between buildings. The selfie she took on the rooftop was hotter than Alina would ever know. The people on the roof were about the same size as her face, but the fact they were on a nine-story building and that she had to bend down for a photo drove him wild. Alpine Union people were so damn hot—if only Tan knew this Mercy player was one before he trashed talked her …
Tan’s eyes locked with her cleavage. Two large, pillowy masses of flesh that hung high on her chest despite their enormous weight. Figurative planets in their own right, stretching the red tank she wore.
“Sometimes you scare me,” Alina said, miming Mercy’s voice line from the game. The crowd of four cheered and asked for another line from the game. “How about this—I’m not a miracle worker. Well, not always.” They swooned over Alina.
A drone that flew far back enough captured Alina’s profile. There was disorder at her feet. People running around and cops trying to disperse the crowds. Her impossibly smooth legs juxtaposed against the harsh edges and deteriorating red brick edifice of the apartment building highlighted her womanly curves. Her Mercy staff was just as tall as she was and punched several holes into the street. Alina’s wings on her back moved with her body sliced through any structures that got too close.
Tan couldn’t climax. This sex symbol on his laptop screen was heading to his country—somehow—and being two miles tall could only spell disaster for his nation. Even if her intentions were peaceful, what could someone so large being doing in his micro nation? He regretted harassing her, but he held onto a hope that she was bluffing. Foreigners are just. Not. A. Thing. There was no way she was heading to Nanoria!
Tan exited the bathroom with his pants back up and took a seat. No one around him seemed the slightest bit concerned or aware of Alina's impending visit. He pulled out his laptop to continue watching the stream.
Road Trip
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Alina was now traveling through the Umoja Republic. This nation represented people from Central Africa, from Kenya to Sierra Leone. They averaged one foot (30cm) in height. Another interesting fact about the Quantum Schism was that anyone visiting these nations during the anomaly, were also transported. Hence, people touring Africa on safari or doing missionary work were also transported to New Earth together.
The nation prepared for Alina’s visit, and although the size difference wasn’t humongous, about shin height to her, they wanted little trouble from the big girl.
They had a semi-truck with a long-bed trailer that was six and a half feet (2m) long. They threw down some pillows and sheets for Alina, which blew her away. “You guys are so awesome!” The workers posed with pictures of Alina by standing in a line in front of the trailer, while Alina lounged on top of the flatbed. Her long legs were the centerpiece of the picture.
She thanked them so much for the free ride. The people of the Umoja Republic thanked her for accepting their offer—and not freely wondering around their nation as a giant. The truck carrying Alina sped down a highway that cut through the grassy plains. Alina spotted giraffes and elephants while on the drive. This truck ride was going to save her a considerable amount of time.
Alina spoke to the drones and answered her chat while relaxing on the flatbed. “Thank you, J-Vader, with the 10 gifted subs,” she said, looking at her phone while her drones chased her, recording her long body on the truck. “Looks like you sent a message with that. You want me to do what with my ass?” She looked into the camera, both shocked and embarrassed.
Alina kept reading the message for J-Vader. “You’re from Picotopia. You guys are super microscopic, though. Are you sure?” She read his messages while half her chat made fun of him. “Hey, don’t be so mean to J-Vader. I don’t mind visiting my fans, even if they’re the size of dots. I guess I could make a pit stop at Picotopia. Hopefully, I can spot you all, because you are super tiny! But you’ll have to make it worth my time. Let’s see more subs!”
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Before entering the next nation, Alina took more photos with people that stopped by to see her. Her presence in their home nation was fascinating because of how unique and tall she appeared. Although government officials wanted her out as soon as possible, the people wanted to speak with Alina and snap pictures with her.
“I want to stay, but I really have to go!” Alina said. “Your country has been so nice to me, and I considerably appreciate your hospitality!”
The crowd waved at Alina as she activated her morphgate™ and crossed the Quantum Barrier to the next much smaller nation.
Dixieland
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Dixieland represented people from Southeastern United States before the Quantum Schism. This was the smallest nation for Alina to meet yet. At about half-an-inch (13mm) tall, they were completely vulnerable to Alina’s presence. She waded through a river, massive to them, but only knee-deep to her, as she typed on her phone using her thumb. Though the miniature landscape was stunning and made her feel so big, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing on her phone.
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Tim honked his horns and rode the ass of the car in front of him as they were crossing the Grandview Suspension Bridge. The entire city was gridlocked, with people escaping in all directions. They didn’t know where Alina was heading, but they figured escaping to somewhere was better than staying in place. Hence, the bridge traffic was at a standstill in both directions. Tim looked out his car window and could see the giantess in a Mercy costume walking right towards the bridge.
He hit the accelerator and crashed into the car in front of him. His panic-stricken mind just wanted to get off the bridge as the roadway started reverberating with Alina’s footsteps. The river turned to white water rapids as billions of pounds of woman casually walked through. The riverbed detonated with each step, causing the supports and entire bridge structure to sway. Suspension cables shook violently, forcing the roadway to wobble like pudding in an earthquake.
Tim crawled out the window of his car and was met with the screams of men and women as the giantess loomed even larger to the West side of the bridge. The twanging sounds of the cables coming under increased tension added to their worries. At any second, they could snap and slice someone in half.
Tim tried to hold back his lunch and not to vomit from the up-and-down motion on the bridge. There was so much chaos as people got out of their cars and screamed to God for help. Some daring people jumped off the bridge, only to die gruesome deaths of hitting the water from over 220-feet (67m) in the air. Tim fought through the crowds, opting to jump on top of cars to get away. The Mercy giantess was probably 800-feet (244m) tall from his perspective. Outrunning her was probably not possible, but he had to try.
That’s when a shadow cast over the bridge. Alina reached them in such few steps, it was mind-boggling how something so large could be so quick. When Tim looked up at the blonde bombshell, he noticed she wasn’t paying attention to them. Her eyes were glued to her phone. In her other hand, she held her staff over her shoulder. The staff was half the length of the bridge. The bridge where hundreds of people were fighting for their lives, trying to escape the impending giantess.
Drones, larger than helicopters, recorded Alina from different angles. And one—flew over the heads of those on the bridge, capturing their fear and attempt to escape.
“Wait,” Tim said. “This is just a publicity stunt to—”
Alina’s bare thighs cut his last words short as she plowed across the bridge. Her taut skin was firmer and hundreds of times stronger than the bridge. It exploded like a dandelion in a tornado. Her legs either threw back people or the impact of her fast-moving legs liquefied them. The suspension cables snapped, and the entire bridge lost its structural integrity. It wobbled two last times before falling apart like dominoes. Screams from thousands of people ceased as they fell hundreds of feet into the river below, along with their vehicles and tons of concrete and steel.
Those who had survived the initial impact, but before the bridge fell completely apart, looked up and saw Alina continue to walk. Her wiggling ass bouncing in front of them as she took another step. She didn’t pause or look away from her phone. The Grandview Suspension Bridge wasn’t an obstacle, nor a slowdown for her journey. It wasn’t even a distraction. As the bridge gave way and fell into the river with thousands, Alina finished posting her selfie to social media, along with all the appropriate hashtags.
She turned off her phone and stuffed it into her fanny pack and looked at the glittering city in front of her. “It’s so cute!” The details were impressive and almost dizzying. It felt like she was on a plane, but in reality, it was just a cute, tiny city. She walked out of the river, her high-heeled sandals caked with mud. She flooded the roadway with river water as she stepped out from the bank. Not wanting to walk with muddy sandals, Alina slipped out of her sandals and took a few steps into the city without footwear.
The sensation was marvelous. Like stepping on compact, wet sand at the beach. She left perfect footprints on the roadway.
“Oh, I gotta take a pic for my fans,” she said, grabbing her phone and bending over to take a picture of her feet. “They just love my feet.”
She posted the picture and missed the details of half a person sticking out of her big toe. As soon as she released him and took another step, he was dead, as the release of pressure caused his guts to spill out. Alina never noticed him.
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“Hey chat! I’m in Dixieland!” she said in her heavy German accent. She giggled as she attempted an American accent. “I’m out here experiencing the culture and marvelous sights. The little people looked surprised to see me. I don’t think they were expecting a big Swiss girl cosplaying Mercy today.” Alina walked in their narrow roadways, the width of her feet occupying the five lanes at a time. Vehicles and people alike crushed into nothingness as Alina’s uncaring feet trampled over them. “I hope they have good food out here. I’ve heard these guys are pros at comfort food, and that’s a good thing because I think of myself as a foodie!”
Alina looked away from her phone and down in the streets. A sea of people evacuating in all directions from her. Some people that were several steps away from her stopped to take pictures of her. “I think everyone loves my cosplay! I feel so sexy as lifeguard Mercy. Look at these guys!” She pointed to a building whose observation deck was level with her chin. There were men with their phones out, recording video of Alina. She gave them a wink and posed for them. “You guys are too much,” she giggled.
The drones flew by, recording every moment from both Alina and the men’s point of view. They stuck their heads out past the safety railing on the observation deck to get a glimpse of her monstrous tits far below. Whatever danger they felt melted away by looking at her comforting, milky cleavage.
“What do you guys think of Mercy?” she asked with an upward inflection in her speech, while cocking her head to the side with a smile. “She’s the best support in Overwatch, huh?”
One man, caught up by Alina’s infectious smile and bubbly voice, wanted to mess around for fun. “Mercy sucks!” he yelled with a laugh. “Kiriko is way hotter.”
“Ah, shucks,” Alina said with a faux frown. She then punched the observation deck without warning, dissolving half-a-dozen men into a mist of gore, and atomizing the top two stories of the building. Powdery concrete and dust rained down onto the city below. “How barbaric!” She mimed another voice line from the game.
Alina walked to another building. Each of her steps sending shockwaves powerful enough to rock each skyscraper like flowers in a meadow. She found a resort hotel with a pool at the top. Shockingly, there was a party in full swing, and it wasn’t stopping for a giantess visit. The reactions from the pool party were mixed. Some ran off, but others stopped to take pictures of the angelic, towering blonde in front of them.
“I want a selfie with everyone,” Alina said, bending low, since the building hardly reached her hips. This resulted in her monolithic tits hanging low and proud for the people to see. With the rooftop in front of her cleavage, she held out her phone as if she were taking a picture of her and her lover. The partygoers posed for her picture.
Alina smiled widely and took a few pictures with her newly gained fans. Her cleavage was behind them and looked glorious in every picture she took. “Thank you!” She showed off her pearly white teeth and then straightened herself out. Her boobs were atomic wrecking balls that slammed against the resort. The gigantic tits disintegrated each part of the structure it hit. The force was enough to topple over the building, leaving her boobs jiggling in the aftermath.
Alina posted another picture to Insta. “Hanging with my tiny fans! #MercyFTW #cosplay #overwatch #naugthy.”
Alina felt tickling on her boobs and saw two men and one woman hanging for dear life. They were at the pool party when her boobs knocked over the structure. “What are you guys doing there?” she asked with a bright smile. “That’s no place for you! Let me help you out.”
She brushed them off her tits. The man and woman screamed as they freefall 700 feet to their deaths. One man survived as he rolled into Alina’s cleavage and got stuck there.
“Okay, little one, get off. That’s no place for you.” Alina was about to pluck him with two fingers when he began shouting.
“Alina, Alina! Wait! I’m your number one fan!” He sunk deeper into her breast so that only his head was visible.
“Oh? Prove it. Are you a sub?”
“Tier-3! I’ve been following you since way back. Like when you started. I swear Alina, I love your content and Mercy gameplay!”
Alina looked at him with a smirk that suggested she didn’t believe him. “Alright then, what’s your username?”
“Ittybitty!”
She giggled at the name. “Befitting.” She scrolled through her phone and searched for his name on her followers' list. “Oh, shit! You weren’t kidding. Tier-3 for over a year.” Her mood towards the little guy instantly changed. “Okay, my itty-bitty, wittle man. I’ll reward you for being a faithful subby. I’ll put you somewhere safe.”
“No!”
Alina lifted her brow.
“Can my reward be—can you just leave me here?” he asked.
Alina laughed so hard it made her tits jiggle around him, her boob flesh compacting him tightly. “Sure thing, shrimp. Knock yourself out.” Alina squeezed her breast together, knocking the air out of the man before releasing. “Hey, know any good places to eat around here?”
Ittybitty said something, but it came out muffled. She would find food on her own. Alina walked out of the city with her staff. Her wings cast an even larger shadow across the miniature landscape. Before reaching the Quantum Barrier that led to the next nation, she smelled delicious barbeque and fried foods. Among the countryside, she spotted a county fair and it looked and smelled to enticing to ignore.
The county fair comprised large white tents, carnival rides, and a mini stadium to watch rodeos. “Smells deeee-lish out there!” People at the fair poured out through the two exits upon hearing and seeing Alina on the horizon. Her tremors reminded the people of their place on New Earth. Alina came from a much larger nation and visited their home country without impunity. There was no precedent for what she was doing. They never expected someone from the Alpine Union to visit them, thus they had no defenses or a plan of action. All they could do was run and hope for the best.
Alina flattened a few stragglers in the field as she approached the fair. She dropped to her knees, causing two shockwaves that felt like bombs going off. It was hard enough running in a panic, but her footfalls made it much more difficult to escape as Alina knocked them off their feet with her simple movements. She set her staff on the ground, creating yet another obstacle for the panicking crowd.
Alina ripped away the tops of the tents as if they were napkins. There were so many people inside! They were hiding under tables and cowering in groups. “Whatcha got cooking?” Alina asked the panic-stricken crowd. She looked at the buffet tables and saw a smorgasbord of delectable treats. “Don’t mind if I do!” Alina picked up a plate of BBQ chicken that was smaller than her pinky nail and tossed it back into her mouth. It hardly tasted like anything because of how small it was.
“This won’t work, guys,” she said to the crowd, too scared to move. She flicked the plate somewhere out into the fair. “Maybe if I eat a lot at once.” Alina took a tablecloth and laid it on the ground. She poured a bunch of dishes from the buffet table onto the cloth. She then lifted the cloth carefully and dumped it into her mouth. It was a sizeable bite … small, but a lot better than the teeny tiny plates they had. The crowd stuck in the tent and under her looming presence looked on in amazement at how much she ate. One bite to her could’ve fed 20 people.
“Much better!” Alina said after swallowing 50 pounds of food. “It’s good, I suppose. But I was looking for more of that local flavor.” Alina pulled out her phone and looked at her chat, spamming hundreds of messages a second.
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The donations came pouring in so fast that Alina couldn’t keep up with them. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Paid subscribers soared into the thousands. Alina was making more money on this day alone than her entire streaming career. Alina laughed heartily when she saw the messages tied to their three-figure donations. “Eat them?” she asked, looking at the camera of her main drone. “You want me to eat them?”
Her chat was going wild. She had to put slow mode on and absorb what the chatters were all saying. So many emojis tied to text stating, “Eat them!”
“Well,” Alina said, locking eyes with the cowering people in the tent. “I did want to try the local flavors.”
She repeated the same motion before of dumping food on to a tablecloth. This time, she picked a slender woman and yanked her clothes off with her other hand. “Are you a subby?” Alina asked the panicking woman. She screamed and cried that she didn’t know what Alina was talking about. “Too bad.” Alina dropped her on the food. She then grabbed the whole thing and tossed it back in her mouth.
“Mmm,” Alina moaned. She chewed her food, careful to keep the woman centered on her tongue. Her tongue shoved the crying woman across her mouth and taste buds, relishing in the rich undertones and umami flavors coming out. Like a symphony playing on her tongue. Alina tilted her head back and allowed her chewed up barbeque meat to drop down her esophagus. She had to give the crying woman a little motivation and curled her tongue down so that she pushed her over the precipice in the back of her throat. Alina looked into the camera and smiled as she swallowed the woman whole. “Dixieland food is amazing!”
Her chat exploded, and so did her bank account. They wanted to see her eat more.
“Chat, what’s with you?” she let out a flurry of giggles. “You told me to eat them! I’m just doing what you suggested.”
More donations came in, asking Alina to eat more. Some asked her to eat the entire county fair. She said that was too much, and she’ll only eat a few more. The people in the tent finally broke out of their trance and bolted for the exits. Alina casually plucked them and tossed them into her mouth without bothering with the food on the table.
While she popped them like popcorn, IttyBitty who was still trapped between her boobs, watched her and was both astonished and terrified of her consuming his kinsman like candy. He felt every swallow and heard every scream going down her esophagus and deep inside her from the confines of her huge boobs.
Alina looked at her phone while she held a man between her thumb and index finger, as if she were holding a marshmallow close to her lips. Her attention was completely on her phone, while the man kicked and windmilled his arms. He screamed and begged Mercy to let him down. Alina ignored him.
“They’re not bad,” Alina said, reading through her chat. “Good actually. I like how they squirm in my stomach … I know, RIP, right?” She shoved the man into her mouth with a loud smack and continued talking with a full mouth. “I think melted cheese would pair best with them.” She swallowed. “Oh! And some green olives to eat right after. That would be the best!”
Alina looked into the tent and saw it was empty. The tiny people either escaped or were in her stomach. That was okay. It was a good snack and would hold her over until later. After all, there were so many national cuisines to try out!
Alina got up and headed to the Quantum Barrier. Alina crushed people under her feet, that foolishly ran nearby. She didn’t crush them on purpose, but didn’t avoid accidents either. The Ferris Wheel at the carnival section drew her attention before she made it to the border, however.
It was a seven-inch (18cm) tall Ferris Wheel. It hardly came up to her mid-shin and looked adorable to her. “Chat, look!” The drones fixated on the Ferris Wheel. People were still on it, because whoever the ride operator was, just took off upon seeing Alina, leaving the patrons trapped on a continuous ride.
“I was always curious about these things,” Alina said to her chat. She grabbed hold of the top of the Ferris Wheel and pulled upwards until the wheel came off the base structure. The riders screamed and pleaded for the giantess to let them go. “Any of you my subs?”
There was no definitive answer from the babbling cries coming from the ride.
“Okay, then!” Alina placed her right hand under the wheel, with her middle finger lined up under the rim. She looked at the parking lot, which was packed with cars trying to escape but making no progress. Alina squinted and focused on her throw. She held up the wheel to her face and lined herself up. Like a bowler, she swung the Ferris Wheel back and then brought it down for a roll.
The Ferris Wheel spun a thousand miles per hour as it rolled right into the parking lot. The gondolas strained to keep upright, but most of them spun 360, whip-lashing its occupants.
Alina clapped and was impressed that the wheel had maintained its structure. It was still a circle by the time it careened into a dozen cars. “Strike!” She held up her arms in triumph. The metal structure of the wheel collapsed on itself and broke apart into a dozen pieces across four aisles of cars. “Chat, how’d I do? I wish I can stay here longer and explore more, but I got way more countries to visit, don’t you think?”
She picked up her Mercy staff and headed to the barrier. “If you people find my shoes,” she addressed the broken city behind her. “Can you clean them up before I come back? Thank you!”
Alina grew excited as she stepped through the barrier and into the next country. Who would she meet? What will she do? How many subs was she going to gain by the end of the day?