Mercy Mains are Huge

Los Estados Latinos Federales

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“This is the prettiest beach I’ve ever seen,” Alina said to her followers and the 7-inch (17.8cm) beachgoers at her feet. She walked along the shoreline, soaking her feet in the water while enjoying the briny sea air. “Chat, I want to take a break a tan for a little. But if I do, I’ll burn up and look like a cherry!”

“Hey, mamacita,” a man by her feet said. “We have plenty of sunblock. Come, relax—if you want, we’ll apply it on you!”

A mix group of men and women agreed and encouraged Alina. The giantess stopped and pondered their offer.

“Okay, why not?” Alina set her staff down and unwrapped her jacket, folding it and placing it on the sand to act as a pillow for her head. She then lay down on the beach, so that the nice beachgoers could apply sunblock to her white skin. “Chat, I would take my top off if I could, but I don’t want to Twitch to ban me.” It was a miracle they hadn’t banned her already. They tolerated violence but were strictly against sexual images.

>32K viewers
>55K followers

“Chop-chop!” Alina said playfully. “On with the sunblock before I get burned.”

Over 20 doll-sized people from the Los Estados Latinos Federales got to work in Alina. These people represented South America before the Quantum Schism. She was a beach that looked like Rio de Janeiro from old Earth. Alina giggled as little hands worked on her body, from the soles of her feet all the way to her shoulders.

“Can we climb on you, ma’am?” A young woman asked.

“Absolutely. Thank you for asking,” Alina said in a tone that made everyone feel like they were in the company of a long-time friend. “You’ll need a lot of sunblock for my boobs, so be sure to bring enough.”

“I see!” Ana said. “I have the same problem. Not as big as you,” she giggled, “but pretty big still …”

Alina looked over and saw that Ana was a beautiful Latina with an impressive rack. Her bikini was doing heavy lifting to hold up her breasts.

“You’re so pretty!” Alina said. “Everyone here is amazing looking.”

“You’re too kind, thank you!” Ana said. “I just had a baby and don’t feel like my old self.”

Alina’s eyes bulged. “You just gave birth? You’re rocking that bikini like a model.”

Ana laughed. She climbed over Alina’s collarbone and applied sunblock to the top of her mountainous boobs. “I saw videos of your boobs knocking over towers. That was so sexy!”

“Oopsie. I didn’t mean to. Sometimes I forget how far these things stick out.”

“Same,” Ana said. “I’ve hit people in the face with my boobs ever since I started lactating.”

The girls talked while others kept rubbing sunblock on the giantess. Some daring people got between Alina’s thighs and the underside of her breast. Normally, Alina would object to such forwardness. But the pampering from seven-inch people felt so good! If they wanted to cop a feel while crawling over her giant body, so be it. Alina loved how sexy she felt by being so desired by beautiful people.

“Oh?” Ana asked. “What is this?” She pulled out a tiny man from between Alina’s enormous tits and held him up as if he were a doll.

“That’s right, I forgot about him,” Alina said. She rested her head on her folded jacket and enjoyed the rest of her pampering and the sound of the ocean. “He’s a faithful little subby.”

“He’s from Dixieland!” Ana said. “So small and precious!” She gushed over the tiny man, who was full of sweat and gasping for air.

“Welcome to Los Estados Latinos Federales, IttyBitty,” Alina said.

“IttyBitty! He’s so cute. Oh no, are you thirsty? You look so dehydrated.” Ana sat herself down between Alina’s massive tits, which rippled around her like a waterbed. She whipped out one of her titties and presented it to the tiny man who was the size of her hand. “This works out, because I need to pump so bad! My boobs hurt. Please, IttyBitty. Drink up.” She grabbed hold of the back of his small head and shoved his face into her giant nipple, which was the size of a soda can to him.

Dying of thirst, the man sucked on her nipple. Ana helped by squeezing her breast and getting the flow of milk going. A blast of fresh breastmilk shot to the back of his throat and nearly drowned him. “He likes it!” Ana said. “He’s so attached to me, look!”

“Mhmm.” Alina’s eyelids felt heavy. “You can have him if you want.”

Alina talked with her chat while she tanned her back. “This place is so chill,” she said in a tone that matched her lazy mood. “But I must get going.” The crowd around Alina groaned and asked her to stay longer. “No can do! Nanoria awaits.”

Alina pushed herself up onto her knees. Four people slid off her back and bounced off her ass as she got up. Alina thanked them and got her costume back on. People were amazed by how much she resembled Mercy from the game. Alina continued her journey, leaving her large footprints in the sand.

Alina’s A-Hole

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“Chat, chill!” Alina laughed. “J-Vader is one of my OG supporters, and I want to do this. I don’t know if I’ll find him, but I’ll try.”

Alina felt like she was looking down at the Earth from the Internation Space Station. The land in front of her was … microscopic. Beyond microscopic, even. If the state of New Mexico was shrunk by the ratio she was looking at now, it would’ve occupied the space of less than four tennis courts. She would’ve been able to traverse the entire US from coast to coast in less than five minutes at a leisurely pace. The nation of the Crescent Road was—atomically small.

Alina felt like she was walking on top of the world, literally. There was a low haze that hung on the surface, causing the land, that was only a few paces away, to look so distant. Little sharp bumps on the land were mountain ranges but were shorter than blades of grass to Alina. Dark shadows cast from the mountain range, reminding Alina of their scale.

Her 1.4-mile (2.25km) feet devastated the landscape. One of her feet alone took up the length of 14 city blocks. It could not be overstated how mindboggling large she was. Each step caused cataclysmic fissures that cracked the tectonic plates and forever transformed the chemical composition of the Earth beneath her feet with every step because of its sheer pressure. Each line that made up her toe prints was larger than highways and deeper than canals.

“I don’t think it’ll take long for me to see this entire nation!” Alina said to her chat. “J-Vader, bro, where do you live?”

Her supporter sent her a pin location.

“Fifty miles away? More like five steps. Okay, I gotta do this right.” Alina set the privacy mode on her drones so that they would record her from the chest up and/or record the landscape below. Alina took off her jacket from her waist, her belt, and her shorts, leaving them in a pile beside a city she didn’t know was there.

She was naked beside her red top and visor on her head. Alina wasn’t an exhibitionist, and despite being visible to over a billion people, she felt strangely alone.

The Crescent Road made of the regions from the Middle East, down the slither of Eastern Africa and down to South Africa. They were, unfortunately, one of the smallest nations on New Earth. Though their smallness meant nothing because they lived peaceful lives within the confines of the Quantum Barrier—that is until a young Swiss girl came to visit. Towns and villages vanished under her bare feet as she walked to the pin location on her phone. Alina was aware of their existence, but they meant little to her.

“Chat, look! J-Vader says my footsteps are apocalyptic. Dude!” She looked at her main camera. “I’m making the softest steps ever. Not my fault you guys are smaller than dust.”

Alina looked at her phone, and then at the ground. She had to zoom so far out on her phone to make out landmarks she could compare to the microscopic landscape at her feet. They were just so small.

It was too risky for Alina to step right into the city without definitively knowing where she was walking. The 10-mile (16km) girl got on her knees, obliterating over 20,000 people. She got down on her right hand, crashing into the boundary of the city and turning them into sand from the awesome impact. Alina held her phone close to her face, her eyes jumping between the map app on her phone and the city below her.

She got her orientation and focused on the pin on her map. “I think I see you, little dude.” Alina crawled forward. The destruction was far worse than her bare feet earlier, now that her hands and legs were in the mix. The landscape turned into sludgy brown as she tilled billions of tons of earth under her body, exposing billions of years of sediment and bedrock.

Alina hovered over the city. It looked so peaceful from where she stood, but it was chaos at ground level, as billions broke out in pandemonium. There was no escaping the giga girl. Just one of her hanging tits could demolish 30 city blocks, should she lay them on the ground.

Her hairy cunt, with golden spires of pubic hair, longer than their tallest skyscrapers, hovered overhead, unabashed to be seen by the billions below her. Her Twitch followers didn’t see her crotch or ass, but they saw Alina’s expression and an aerial view of the evacuation attempt.

Alina spotted the city block where her loyal subscriber, J-Vader, lived. “Last chance. Are you sure you want this?”

She looked at her phone and saw that he had purchased a 100 gifted subs for random people in the chat. Alina thanked him and asked the chat to cheer on for J-Vader. She set her phone down across several city blocks, crushing over 100 buildings and tens of thousands of people.

Alina’s right index finger punched through the Earth, crushing two city blocks in a fraction of a second. Her finger dug into the Earth and created a hook, tunneling underground until the digit of her index finger was under the target city block. With as much dexterity as she could muster, she lifted straight up. Roads, buildings, and people slid over the precipice of her giant finger and feel thousands of feet to their death, but the target city block with her faithful subby was still on the intact in the center of her index finger.

J-Vader looked out of his apartment building and saw his city disappear below as his neighborhood caught an elevator ride up into the heavens. The foundation of his city block teetered on the giant finger like a piece of cracker. Exposed underground plumping and electrical lines branched out like roots from a tree.

His apartment building, along with other high-rises, groaned under the stress of the rocking world. When Alina lifted her finger a little faster, everyone fell to the ground and was stuck there as the GeForces felt like a rocket ship ride to space. When the ride ended, they were met with an impossibly gigantic blue eye looking down at them, like the eye of God. Her eye alone was bigger than the section of city she carved from the earth.

“You’re so tiny!” She held over a thousand lives on her index finger, as if they were a small postage stamp. She could hardly make out the details of the buildings and crumbling roads. And she thought she saw little moving specks that represented people.

“Thank you for the subs, Jay! Hope you have a good time where you’re going!”

Everyone on her finger felt weightless as she lowered her finger around her backside. Alina pulled back her ass cheek with one hand and brought the piece of city between her moons.

The temperature rose as they traveled between her butt cheeks. One thing that was unexpected on their journey was the sounds. The sound of her massive body going through the normal biological processes sounded deep with a low-frequency booming. They could hear her heartbeats and internal organs gurgling as they worked on their specific purposes. The odor assaulted their sense of smell and taste the closer they got to Alina’s asshole. It was clear to the thousands on her finger where she was taking them.

Her nail and the tip of her index finger collided with her sphincter. She let out a little gasp as she pressed forward. People on the city block screamed as it became dark, and their senses overwhelmed by the details of the e-girl’s asshole.

Alina moaned again. It hadn’t clicked in her head what she was doing. She was getting tons of followers and subscribers, egging her to do things outside her wildest imaginations. She was committing thousands of people to death in her rectum for popularity. A small, whinny noise escaped from the back of her throat as her finger penetrated deeper into her asshole. This was all for J-Vader, and so many have died, and will die, for his satisfaction.

Alina inserted her finger up to the knuckle. She pulled out, pulled out slowly, leaving the city block with thousands inside her boiling rectum. With her finger out, Alina released her ass cheek. It sounded like a massive juggling water balloon, but pitched down several scales and amplified by a thousand. The sound reverberated throughout the region. Her ass cheeks flowed and bounced like a lava lamp, as it took time for trillions of pounds of ass fat to settle. Deeper than a salt mine, the city block was inside her cave, alone.

Her rectum wasn’t so tight that it crushed everything and everyone that entered it. The 200μm people found a pocket between her folds where they clung and survived. Only 187 people died during the entrance into her butt, while the remaining 900-ish clung to life inside the e-girl.

Alina was up on her feet. Having fulfilled her subby’s request, there was no more need for caution. Her feet crunched the city under her soles like crispy autumn leaves. Alina slipped on her underwear and shorts and adjusted her cosplay.

Gurgles, more powerful than a volcano, erupted from with her gut. “Must’ve been something I ate.” Like a boiler on its last leg, weird rumbling noises, like pressure moving in pipes, came from the giantess. Alina felt the pressure go down to her backside. Holding it back caused severe discomfort that made her gut flinch. It had to be from eating all those people from earlier.

Was there any decorum left in Alina? There sort of was. She wouldn’t release the pressure outright like a truck driver at a rest stop, but would release it with whatever dignity she still maintained. Alina felt the hot air come out of her backside, unaware of the hell wrought to the people in her rectum.

Surviving between the folds of her rectum was daunting, but doable. With parts of their city littered all around, they found food and water they could sustain themselves on. She was so large that it was possible to create shelters and survive. They maintained hope for survival inside the girl’s butt. But when hurricane-force winds came from deep within the cave, their hope broke apart.

Their ear drums shattered; their mote-sized body whisked away by forces exponentially stronger than them. The steamy air shot them out of her rectum. The bulbous pressure erupting from within the girl shoved her cheeks aside, causing them to clap. Some people shooting out of her ass atomized as her cheeks slapped them out of existence. Others were slightly luckier and made it through her clapping cheeks without getting crushed, but now had to contend with her panties. Small as they were, some flew through the cross-stitching in her fabric, subjected to a 5-mile (8km) freefall in the icy wind—a stark contrast from her furnace hot insides.

Alina’s face turned red in embarrassment. She hoped her drones didn’t capture her faux pas, but her momentary pause and the look on her face might’ve given her away. She looked and read through her chat.

>67K viewers
>105K followers

“Shut up!” Alina laughed. “I’m having belly problems.” She set the drones back to their normal operations, so they could record her 10-mile-long body. She crossed her legs as she typed on her phone. “Well, you made me eat all those people. It was bound to happen.” She giggled.

Alina had already forgotten about her subby, J-Vader. She never placed thought about what releasing the pressure in her bowels had on the people she stuck in her ass. Some were clinging to life within her rectum. Others smeared between her canyon ass crack, and others holding onto the cotton of her panties.

“You’re here, Iunno?” She read a chat that came with a donation. “Where?” Her eyes read through the flurry of incoming messages. “You want me to take one step to the left?” She did without looking at her step. 3,300 perished under her smooth, milky soles. “One more step? What for? Okay …” She sidestepped to the left again, vanquishing 20 city blocks underfoot. “Oh, great, now you’re offline! Whatever.”

Alina grabbed her staff and walked through the country. There was no beauty in what she saw. It was like walking on a giant map of the world. The mountain ranges were hardly ridges, cities looked like gray, boring grids, and the landscape was obscured by the haze. As she crushed millions under her feet, she did a Q&A session with her chat.

“I’m 178 centimeters [5’10”] tall, which is average for people in my area.” Alina couldn’t keep her eyes off how many viewers she had. Every second her screen popped with new followers and subscribers, that she had to turn it off because of how distracting it was. “User It Was Me wants me to taste the local foods before I leave.” Alina laughed. “Taste what? Even if your entire nation gathered all the food you have, it wouldn’t surmount to anything for me.”

Her eyes followed the incoming chat. “Okay, okay,” she said. “I’ll give you a taste. But you must answer me something … Okay? Okay. What was it? Hmm? You don’t understand my question? You say ‘It Was Me,’ well—what was you?”

Alina walked to another city while soiling the landscape with her footprints. These footprints would serve new wonders for the people with unlocked new minerals and elements forged by the weight of the giga e-girl. They looked like massive valleys to them and would serve as new ecological environments for future wildlife.

User It Was Me didn’t want to sacrifice himself to Alina. Rather, he wanted to witness her play with nearby municipalities for his curiosity.

Alina set her staff down across multiple townships and looked for the place It Was Me was talking about. “I feel silly for doing this, but you’re all my fans, and if this is what you want …”

Alina got down on all fours and leaned her face close to the city. Her gigantic tits struck the ground before her face got close, and left two craters in the Earth, with quakes felt miles away. “Hmm,” she murmured to herself, causing everyone’s body to vibrate so hard their blood boiled. “Doesn’t look tasty.”

Her slippery, pink tongue, larger than a stadium, slipped between her plump lips. The saliva coated on her tongue was enough to fill a lake. Those who were far away enough, saw her tongue impact the ground before they felt it minutes later. Her tongue lapped them up like ice cream, resting the length of her tongue first and then retracting it as she licked up multiple city blocks.

Her tongue looked like it was coated in multi-colored sugar. She gave them a quick taste before swallowing. “It’s a bit ashy,” she said. “I thought you people would be spicier.”

It Was Me got his fill, witnessing the pink mass lick up and eat thousands of people in a single, sensual lick. Alina’s power was unmatched by any force of nature imaginable. No term short of Goddess could describe her personification. Her tongue alone outgunned any type of defenses they could every engineer. Even if they had an atomic bomb, would it be enough to fight back against the e-girl? Most likely not.

Her subby was satisfied, but Alian had not. She went down for seconds and extended her tongue for another taste. It Was Me felt his heart drop as she came down on an unblemished part of the city. Her tongue scrapped the surface of the city, adhering buildings, cars, and people to her viscous saliva. Like licking the tip of her lover, her tongue flicked up at the end of her prolonged sweep across the cityscape. The survivors on her tongue felt themselves propelled rapidly inside her gaping maw, where they were subsequently swished around her tongue and then swallowed with an ocean’s worth of saliva.

“It’s the same. Sorry, but you all are plain.” She looked at her phone. “Damn, you went offline, too? I thought you wanted this?”

Waterpark

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>223K viewers
>382K followers

The Pocket Commonwealth, with its one inch (25mm) tall people from the US’s New England and United Kingdom, was Alina’s next visit. These people were aware of Alina’s impending visit and strategized a way of dealing with her. Because the nation had zero defenses against foreigners, they took a note from the Umoja Republic and greeted Alina with a parade.

“Is this all for me?” Alina asked, wriggling her toes in front of the parade line. A marching band led a long throng of floats. She felt like what Gulliver felt when the Lilliputians cautiously welcomed him to their kingdom after washing up on their shores. “You’re so precious,” Alina said, swooning at the miniature scene.

The strategy seemed to work, because Alina didn’t trample them or destroy their neighborhoods. She watched them and even posed for pictures with them, despite them being smaller than her thumb.

“We can lead you to Nanoria,” the mayor said. “Please follow us.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Alina said. “I would like to explore your cute city.”

Everyone, including the parade, gasped as Alina’s barefoot swept overhead and landed on the street perpendicular to the parade route. Her booming footstep was strong enough to shake off several flower pedals from the float.

“I just love how your architecture is so much different from every place I’ve been,” she said, bending down to look at the spires of a centuries-old church. “So cool.” She tapped the spire, snapping it like a toothpick. Alina didn’t apologize or even acknowledge the accident. “What do you all do for fun out here?”

Her steps caused cars to bounce and people to trip over their feet. She spoke to anyone who’d listen down below, but what she said was mainly for her chat. Alina selected respected users to become her moderators and manage her ever-growing chat. There were simply too many people trying to talk to her at once. Alina even limited the chat to Tier-III subscribers, but the messages came pouring in despite of it. That meant Alina was making a killing with her little stunt.

“Is that a water park?” Alina shouted and pointed at it with the end of her staff. Her deafening voice caused some ears to bleed. “I’m lifeguard Mercy! I should be there to protect you all!”

Alina pulled up YouTube on her cell and played the Baywatch theme song through the phone’s speakers as she bolted for the water park.

The added impact of her jog caused her feet to sink deep into the streets. Water mains burst and underground train tunnels caved in under her earth-shattering feet. Alina was good about sticking to the roads and not plowing into buildings; even though her booming jog caused foundational damage to every structure within a two-mile radius.

Alina slowed down when she got to the edge of the water park. Her five drones followed her the entire time and recorded both the aftermath of her excited run and the chaos unfolding at the water park as people headed out through the exits. Alina stuck her whistle in her mouth and blew, causing some people to go deaf and others to suffer with permanent tinnitus. Those looking up at giant Mercy covered their ears in time before she blew her whistle and spared their ears.

“No running around the pool!” Alina looked down with authoritative eyes. “I’m the head lifeguard here, and you all will listen to me. So, come back to the water park and have some fun!”

No one shared Alina’s enthusiasm, but the government was clear—prior to her visit—that they must appease the giant cosplayer at all costs to prevent her from getting angry or bored. People returned to the water park as Alina took off her jacket and Fanny Pack. She got into the largest pool, taking a few seconds for little people to get out of her way. She extended her long legs and relaxed in the puddle.

Many tube slides ended in the large pool she was in, but with her gigantic body, the ends of these slides were pushed back or bent to the side. Alina encouraged the amusement park guests to continue with their day and not mind her. A nearby red tube slide had patrons walking off the ladder, exiting the ride, but Alina stopped them and told them to go down the slide. Someone did, and Alina took the end of the tube, licked her lips as she sensually wrapped her mouth over the tube.

The man thought he was going to land in the pool, instead landed on Alina’s slimy, pink tongue. The little illumination in her mouth ceased when she closed her mouth and tasted him, thrashing his body in her mouth with her tongue. She spat him out like a wad of spit, his bruised body splashing into the pool.

“Yuck!” she said, grimacing. “You taste like chlorine. No, thank you.”

The atmosphere lifted the longer Alina lounged. She wasn’t actively trying to hurt or kill people; she was indifferent to their lives, but no sadist. Alina appreciated the vibes at the water park and even enjoyed their company, so her mischievousness to cause damage was low.

“Y’know, other countries applied sunblock on me,” she said musically. “Would be nice if you could hook me up.”

Of all the places they touched and serviced her, none felt as empowering as having a dozen hands work on her feet. She took a picture of her toes with three men and one-woman applying sunblock to each digit. Her Instagram account exploded when she uploaded the pic, having downloaded it half a million times within 10 minutes of posting it.

“Oh, another follower with 20 gifted subs! Thank you, uhm, Breastclimber. I can only guess what you’re into.”

“Alina, I’m right here!”

Alina looked down and, after some back and forth, realized that the man besides her hip. Wading in water by her ass was none other than Breastclimber.

“Okay, subby,” she giggled. “Because you’re a loyal fan … How about out you climb these?” She flexed and bobbed her chest. Her red top made a sound of fabric stretching and fighting hard to maintain her boob flesh. Even the sound of her fat getting re-arranged in her bosom as she turned over was audible to the tiny people. “I want to see if you live up to your name!”

He started by climbing her shorts to reach the top of her hips. Others, overhearing the conversation, wanted a chance of climbing the beautiful blonde’s tits. They, too, climbed up her body and walked up her bare midriff.

“Nah, uh,” she said, flicking off the invaders with her index finger, sending them careening back in the pool. “Get off the payload. This is a 1v1 matchup.”

Since Alina was leaning back, the climb up her midriff wasn’t difficult, but not without its obstacles. Her skin was greasy with sunblock and her constant movements threw the man off his balance several times. Once he reached the bottom of her red tank, he pulled himself up to her under-boob. He felt like Sylvester Stallone in Cliffhanger, hanging with one hand under her breast.

His fingers found purchase on the stretched fabric, and kept pushing himself to swing under her tits, until he came over the side. From there, it was a rock climb vertically, before the curvature of her tits made the climb a little easier.

All throughout his strenuous ordeal, Alina focused on her phone. The donations came rolling in every second. When the people of Nanoria discovered they were her final destination, they pleaded for her to reconsider and return home. Millions … millions from Crescent Road were dead from her leisurely visit there. Sure, Nanoria was twice their size at one millimeter in height, but they were still considerably microscopic to the blonde e-girl.

>1.4M viewers
>3.5M followers

Alina salivated at the numbers. Her presence and what she was doing spread like wildfire. The world was wising up on her travels, and now viewers, people who didn’t even know what Twitch was, were logging in to watch her destroy nations live.

“Nanoria, you can stop whining, jeez,” she said. “I’m still coming for a visit, so just suck it up already.”

Alina giggled to herself at how divided the chat was. Most wanted Alina to continue her trip to Nanoria, while those in the nation begged her to stay away.

“Find me the gamer, xxBigDiksxx, and maybe I’ll be gentle with you guys,” Alina said. The water park staff, at Alina’s request, wheeled out four kegs of beer for her. They popped open the top and watched Alina grab each keg as if they weighed like a feather and down each container of beer. “If you can’t find him—I'll find him myself. And I’ll be very thorough … just saying.”

Alina felt tickling on the top of her boobs and looked down to find her loyal follower had indeed climbed her breast. “Look at you!” She wiggled her shoulders, knocking him off balance and catching him in her cleavage. “You lived up to your name.”

“Time for me to go!” Alina said after spending some time with her new friends. The water park worked hard to keep Alina happy by providing food, beer, and entertainment. It probably only prolonged her stay a little longer, but she only ate three female workers at the park, so it was deemed a success that casualties were low. “I want some selfies, but after that, I’m out!”

Alina snapped photos with her new fans and prepped to get up, but before she did that, she stuck her finger down her cleavage and pressed Breastclimber through her cleavage so that he slid down her abs and into the pool.

She rose to her feet, gathered her things, and walked out of the water park.

Nanoria

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Tan breathed heavily as he hid in the forest on the outskirts of his nation, bordering the Quantum Barrier, opposite from where Alina would enter. He’s been watching her stream and saw her request to have him delivered to her.

His nation's government of Nanoria sent out a BOLO and a warrant for his arrest. It didn’t take long for government computer experts to track his identity out and blast it over the airwaves. He remained hidden, isolated. Away from others and hiding under a bush like a coward.

Tan was toxic in Overwatch and other games. It was how he operated and thought it was part of the game. Every other player was toxic, weren’t they? It’s not like the people they bully ever show up to their city at five miles (8km) tall and order their nation to give them up like this. The mind-blowing thing was how the government caved into Alina so readily. It was true they had no defenses against her, and if any nation wanted to help, they couldn’t replicate the morphgate™ that allowed her to travel so freely. They were on their own to deal with Alina. But his government didn’t even stand their ground. They were looking for him and were ready to turn him to the slaughter.

>5.8M viewers
>8.2M followers

Alina saw the numbers of her viewers shooting up exponentially. Everyone in the world was curious to see her next steps and what she had planned for Nanoria. And that was part of the fun. So much attention on her. And every action she did was without impunity; this meant she was like a kid playing in a sandbox and could do whatever she pleased. Alina was no fool. She recognized the special treatment from some of the larger nations and how nice everyone was to her—she loved that special treatment. There were, however, some chatters on her channel that called her names and decried what she was doing, all the while hiding behind anonymity.

That was fine. She would not let them ruin her fun. For now, she was in charge, and whatever crazy whim popped in her head, she would act on to the detriment of the one-millimeter people at her feet. Speaking of which, she snapped a few pictures of her toes next to a dirty neighborhood of Nanoria.

“Beauty and the Beast. #feet #footfetish #giantess #mercy #overwatch #biggirl #smallworld #travel.”

Alina stowed her phone and took in the miniature landscape. She recognized far more details than the Crescent Road, but their world was still so small. A lot more developed too, in that she couldn’t spot anywhere she could walk without stepping on some sort of development.

“Where is he?” she said with her heavy German accent. “Where’s xxBigDiksxx?”

Alina wasn’t sure how’d they communicate with her, but figured they were smart enough to come up with something. She looked at her phone as she received texts from the Nanoria government. As soon as she saw they were excuses, she stopped reading.

“Do you take me as a joke?” the giga e-girl in a lifeguard Mercy costume, with five drones following her and streaming her every move, asked. “I said to have him ready for me. If not, I’ll find him myself.”

Alina lifted her right foot and planted the heel on three high-rises, flattening them like paper cutouts of buildings. She then slowly lowered the ball of her feet onto two neighborhoods, followed by her meaty toes that rivaled the size of any building nearby. The shockwave of her footstep was felt throughout the city.

She wondered briefly if xxBigDiksxx was under her first footfall. It would’ve been funny. Because she wasn’t going to stop until she found the toxic Overwatch player. She might’ve squished him as soon as she crossed the barrier, but she would not stop her rampage until she knew she had him.

Alina pulled up her phone and went to her Battle.net account to see if xxBigDiksxx was online. It was offline. She sent him some messages to show himself, otherwise she’d squish his entire nation, and not to test her.

Tan saw the message and ignored it. He felt safe for the time being, on the other side of the city in the woods. If the police force and ordinary citizens hadn’t found him by now, Alina sure as shit wouldn’t, either. Not only didn’t she know how he looked like, but even if she did, how was she going to pick him out from a city of millions?

Alina took another step, but planted her left foot next to her right, with no space in between. She wasn’t walking. She was wiping them out. Another two steps, and another 100,000 people squished under her feet. While stepping on them, she kept asking, “Where is xxBigDiksxx?” She swept her right foot in front of her, her long, pale legs looking like grand pillars falling from the heavens as her foot dug a trench through the high-developed landscape.

It was no use escaping by vehicles since every street was filled with abandoned cars and trucks. Their only hope of escape was on foot. But just one of Alina’s feet was so large that if they ran the length from heel to toe, it would take them an average of 7.5 minutes to run.

Alina stepped down and wiped another mass of people evacuating, along with their tiny structures, where they worked and lived in. She loved how dark brown clouds of dust and detritus billowed outwards from under her milky feet.

“This Mercy won’t resurrect you all,” Alina said with a smirk. She looked at the pleas coming through her phone. “Chat, it’s not that hard. Just give me that one dude, and this will all be done. I’m not messing around, okay? I’ll squish this entire country under my feet if I have to.”

Alina took five quick mini-stomps, one after another, and wiping out a swath of the city in one compact area, leaving no room for survivors.

“What do you think, Chat? Am I being too hard on these little ones?” She walked with a pep, kicking up her toes and sending people and buildings to the stratosphere while she held her phone close to her face.

Alina read a super message that popped through her feed. “User Rave777 wants me to use more than my feet.” Alina looked into the camera of her main drone. “Oh, I think I know what you have in mind. And where are you from, Rave777? Hmm? Nanoria? Hey, do you see me? You do! That’s great.”

Alina squatted and then dropped her ass on an untouched part of the city. She wiggled her butt and undid the jacket wrapped around her waist, along with her belt. “How close am I to you, Rave777? Close, huh? Well, I hope your boy shows up, otherwise I might smush you.”

Alina extended her legs, her heels digging a canyon right through the city. When it was done, her feet stood amid half a dozen skyscrapers, none of which reached the tip of her toes. She took photos of her long legs laying across the city as if she were in a field of flowers. While she posted them to social media, she played with her toes, her feet rubbing against each other, and only knocking two buildings down.

“Ugh, have you found him yet?” Alina asked. “I don’t care how many of you die. I’ll just keep going until I have him in my hands.” Alina ignored the incoming pleas. She was interested in results only. She laid back and felt their sorry excuse for a city explode under her colossal weight. Her wings from her cosplay made things uncomfortable, so she undid them. But she lay on her back and talked to her chat.

With her head close to street level, she could hear the cries, sirens, and crumbling structures around her—which, until then, were unknown to her. Hearing all this commotion, panic, and despair put a smile on her face. It was all for her. All this destruction, and what did she really do? Walk and lay down? The death toll climbing fast to a million, and she hadn’t really tried. They were so pathetically miniscule; it was difficult for Alina to rationalize that these creatures were human like her. They weren’t from the same dimension, and the only thing they held in common was that they currently shared the same planet.

Alina rolled over on her stomach, her abs bulldozing countless buildings. “Chat, what is it with you and me eating the locals?” She giggled. “I thought it went without saying, yes, I’m going to try them out!”

Below Alina’s chin were a row of apartment buildings, ranging from 10 to 20 stories tall. She tapped the roof of several, and sure enough, this fear she was going to squish the buildings caused streams of people to come running out. “Yum!” Alina licked her lips before lowering her tongue. Her saliva coated tongue alone was larger than the roads were wide. As she licked the line of dots running from her, her tongue collided with the sides of buildings, shoving them off to the side and creating gigantic gashes through their façade.

Alina retracted her powder coated tongue with hundreds of people and their cars. She let out a moan as she tasted them and swallowed. “A bit tasty. Could use some hot sauce.” Alina went for seconds. She did a belly crawl and wrought untold devastation along her five-mile-long body. Her toes sliced through buildings and roads as she gripped into the earth so she could move forward.

Like a puppy lapping up frosting from a cake, Alina’s tongue sprung out and lapped every large group she could spot under her blue eyes. She left roads vacant, except for a coat of her saliva that clung everywhere like ectoplasm. Her fingers spider-crawled through the city, knocking over buildings smaller than them, and crushing city blocks in her palm. Her giant boobs left ravines in their wake, and her excited pussy stained the air with the smell of her sex.

“Mhmm,” Alina moaned, after consuming thousands. “I should come back next year.” She smirked.

Rave777 looked at the destruction from the rooftop of his building. Alina’s body expanded for miles in either direction of him. Dead center ahead was a mountain range made up of her two plump cheeks, clad in red, skintight shorts. He didn’t know where to focus. Her long legs with feet off into the distance, her side boob flattening neighborhoods as they deformed under her weight, or her glorious ass.

So enraptured by the sight, he didn’t notice Alina shifting her body again. She was rolling over again, and this time, her ass was coming down on Rave777. He shot several messages to Alina through her streams chat, but because she wasn’t paying attention nor would she spot it in the sea of messages, she continued with her roll.

The sheer amount of fat in her ass shifted as gravity pulled down billions of tons of woman. The top ass cheek deformed as it hung heavily in the sky. Her bottom butt cheek rolled over like an avalanche across the cityscape coming within a block of Rave777. He could hear the destruction in the city, but more prominent was the sound of her mass shifting. It was like stretching mixed with a low, deep rumble.

He didn’t move or run for the exit, because there was no point. There was no escape from the twin planets rolling overhead. So, he enjoyed his last moment by allowing his senses to become overcome by her body heat and scent as she descended. Momentarily spared by the crack of her ass, darkness enveloped the city block before as her moons flattened countless buildings and people. Then the fat in her ass evened out, and ballooned under her weight, rolling over neighboring structures and flattening people under her uncaring butt.

People under her legs had some hopes of survival because they were bent, but those under her feet shared the same fate as those under her ass. Her soles ran along the city, feeling the little ticklish pricks of the city as if it were sand. She moved her feet back and forth, leveling the micros, all for the ticklish sensation that she liked.

“What a beautiful day!” Alina said with her arms sprawled out. “You guys have great weather, Rave777.” She looked at her phone and saw his distressing messages, followed by him going offline. “Oopsie. Did I do that?” she giggled.

Alina destroyed the nation in sections. She picked areas that had similar architecture, like this one downtown section, that had glass buildings and futuristic skyscrapers. She worked her feet on them until they were nothing more than brown, tilled dirt under her toes. Mass of people escaping looked smaller than ants and moved a lot slower. Though it was hard for her mind to connect that these were people running from her, she found joy when she worked a section of the city until it was a wasteland with no more moving dots.

So caught up with her fun little rampage, she’d forgotten about her communication with the Nanoria government. They texted and begged Alina to stop—to think about the innocent lives she was killing.

Alina looked at her phone and snorted. “Could be over if you just hand over xxBigDiksxx. Look,” she said, flipping her phone for the city to see. “Says he’s offline. He won’t answer my messages. Typical fucking Genji player, am I right?”

Tan’s small cock sputtered what little cum he could ejaculate. There was no denying how hot Alina was. She had crushed his apartment, along with his family, under her barefoot during the start of her rampage. He would’ve been dead if he stayed put and was grateful that he had fled for the woods.

He tracked her both through his phone’s screen and across the distance, where a fine blue haze softened her details of her cosplay outfit. Tan’s gut told him Alina was true to her words—if he’d give himself up, she’d stop her tour of Nanoria, and the mass killing would end. But he continued to lie on the forest floor, hidden under some brush, afraid of sacrificing himself to the huge e-girl, even if it meant saving the lives of millions of his kinsmen.

But fate had different plans. An elite police squad tracked Tan’s triangulated Tan’s location because he was still using his cell. A police officer grabbed Tan by the ankles and yanked him out of the bush while yelling obscenities at him.

From there, things happened quickly. They threw Tan in a helicopter and told him to message Alina through his cellphone, or they’ll start pulling out his fingernails. Tan threatened to jump out of the copter, but a police officer pointed a gun at his kneecap and told Tan if he so much flinched, the cop would pull the trigger.

Tan opened Battle.net app and messaged Alina what the cops told him to message. That they fly to her in a helicopter.

The news came a second too late for the four thousand people that perished under Alina’s next footfall. She read the message with a smile and said, “Good.”

She stood by and relayed the good news to her chat. The people of Nanoria found xxBigDiksxx and were delivering him via helicopter.

Alina didn’t see the helicopter, but her drones did. She saw the video feed on her phone, so she held out her palm and kept it as steady as possible. A flying object, smaller than a gnat, flew across her expansive palm. They didn’t land; rather, they flew low along her palm and threw out a dot that got caught between the lines in her palm.

The helicopter flew away, and Alina was so tempted to pluck it out of the sky for fun but refrained from doing so. What they did was rather brave, and she recognized that. She let the helicopter fly off while her eyes focused on the tiny thing on her palm.

“Take a picture and send it to me, so I really know it’s you.” Alina held up her phone. It took almost a minute, but a picture popped on her screen of her face, taken from her palm. “Whoa, do I look that huge to you? Wow.” Alina whispered, but it threatened to blow Tan off her palm. “You’re so tiny, Genji!” She giggled.

“Don’t hurt me! I take back what I said.”

She read his message. “Where were you this entire time I was playing with your fun, little country?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s your response? Seriously? There are over five million people watching my stream right now. I’m sure everyone in your country knows I’m here, and I know they’ve been looking for you. Have you been hiding?”

“Please don’t kill me!”

Alina rolled her eyes. “Fucking coward.” She held her palm closer to her eyes, so that her nose was below her hand. “Just as I expected from a Genji player. Go in the backline and kill squishies without a care about your team. And as soon as you're vulnerable, you spam for healing and run to your support. Someone call the Whambulance, because you’ll get no sympathy from me. Your toxic player, and a shitty person. You let me destroy half your city because of who you are.”

Tan texted hastily on his phone. “Are you going to kill me?”

Alina read the message on her phone. “Still only worried about yourself. Shame. Oh, well.” Alina looked at her main camera and said, “On behalf of all supports getting doved on by Genjis, this is for you!”

Alina brought her nose over Tan’s head. It was like a massive floating black cave that was bigger than a basketball court. Alina pushed one nostril closed with her finger, and then inhaled with a simple sniffle. When she looked back at her palm, Tan was gone.

“Patient war schon verloren.”

She sniffled again and couldn’t feel Tan anymore. He was either stuck in her mucus or in her lungs. No matter. He was one less toxic player on Overwatch.

EPILOGUE

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Alina caused minimal damage, walking out of Nanoria once she exacted her revenge. She gathered her costume and began her long journey home. She talked to her stream the entire time and answered questions. There were more requests, at the expense of the smaller nations, but she opted to go home instead.

Her stunt shattered Twitch records. She pinned many VODs of her escapades on her channel and posted tons of pics to her Insta. People salivated over every part of her body, from her feet, ass, tits, and pretty face.

Upon returning home, everything seemed back to normal, which saddened Alina, because no longer was she the center of attention. People didn’t cower or bend to her will. She was just another girl. Alina craved to be big again. But the morphgate™ no longer worked, and she couldn’t cross the quantum borders.

Smaller nations urged for international law reforms concerning Alina’s unpressured visits. These fell on deaf ears, because the odds of such a thing happening again were slim. That, and the bigger nations, were unconcerned about something that would hardly affect them.

Alina’s popularity waned. Her primary draw was being a giantess, and with that gone, so were most of her viewers. She still racked up viewers between five and ten thousand, but it wasn’t like before during her travels. She kept on streaming, and any players that played against her were extra nice. No one picked Genji in Alina’s lobby anymore.

Aspiring e-girls, models, streamers, cosplayers looked to Alina as inspiration. They wanted what she had. Girls cosplayed Kiriko, D.Va, Brig, and the rest, trying to entice the mysterious user who sent the hacked morphgate™ to send them one.

They promised to use other media, like OnlyFans, to stream their escapades so they wouldn’t be limited by Twitch’s ToS.

A cardboard box containing a hacked morphgate™ was sent to one such, aspiring e-girl. She picked up the box and smiled widely as she held the device in her hand. If people thought Alina was over the top—they hadn’t seen nothing yet.

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