Her Tiny Megalopolis by Edgedej4

‘To say that I live in rather unusual circumstances would be an understatement. I imagine an introduction is an order. I’m Margaret Leopardta. I live home alone on top of the richest suburb in the country in a mansion, all alone. I work as a CEO of a rather successful company and keep myself rather preoccupied with work. So, when I say I thought I lived alone at home, at my mansion. Well, you could hardly believe my surprise when I first saw them…’ 

Margaret Leopardta opened her bedroom door, finding a quarter to half inch man crawling around on the floor. The Thirty-two year old woman was hardly surprised anymore. After all, her bedroom was well, a shared room of sorts. 

“Hey little guy, what did I say about sneaking around?” She asked, while stopping herself from letting out a sigh of disappointment. 

The tiny pipsqueak was hardly able to make any noise at all. He was hardly a murmur. Far too tiny for Margaret to hear . 

“Well, rules are rules.” She gathered her bare heel and hovered it over his minuscule form. The creature simply stared at the sight from above, with dirt dragging off of it as Margaret was walking outside earlier barefoot. “Stay in your city, or die under my feet.” 

She lowered the titanic mass that entirely dwarfed the minuscule man in size, that being her barefoot. The tiny was barely visible to the naked eye, hell anyone but Margaret herself wouldn’t be able to notice him at all if not for the amount of practice she’d have from spotting them all over. He was truly small, an ant could be considered larger even. That just marked his place in the world. 

**Thump**

Quick, painless and uneventful was Margaret’s foot landing upon the solid marble floor tile. To her it created a quiet thump that could be heard just ever so slightly. To the man who once walked this earth, away from his designated city, it was a cataclysmic event. His last few moments were spent wondering if his journey out was worth it, if defying his goddess was the right choice. 

Margaret had created some simple rules for everyone to follow. And he disobeyed them, like many before he too would end up joining their fate. 

The first rule was anyone disobeying Margaret at all was sentenced to whatever punishment she saw fit. The second rule was that any one who was spotted outside their city was subject to her whims. The third rule was that Margaret was not to blame for any accidental fatalities that occurred. 

There were many many more but those 3 formed the basis of what Margaret needed to not wipe out the tiny civilisations from the face of the earth immediately. She saw them as a hybrid of people, toys and pets. Some days she felt more empathetic and treated them to things, some days they were mere ants and other days they were toys for her amusement. 

The thirty something woman sighed as she looked beneath her heel and the ground where a tiny life once stood. ‘Hmph, I’ve said it time and time again. You’re not allowed to leave the cities unless I’ve given permission.’

— — — 

“Hey, I’ve finalised the documents. The new infrastructure and railway systems are all underway, we just need to set them for the goddess to look at and approve.” A man, aged somewhere in his forties said as he worked at his high rise office building. His team of 40-60 workers were put in charge of connecting their city to the new one that would appear by Monday, or at least that was according to the predictions set by the influx team. 

“Sweet, maybe that’ll put our ratings up enough so we can take the top spot?” Another responded. 

“Nah, I doubt it. You know the goddess plays favourites with Babylon.” 

“No she doesn’t!” 

“She does.” 

“Does not.” 

Another voice interrupted the two bickering. 

“Babylon was the first city she located. The people there are highly talented and worship her completely.” Dullahan, a short man with black hair, clarified. 

“And Dul, we aren’t? She plays favourites. I’m tired of being treated like we don’t deserve better.” 

“We’re ranked 3rd in the inter-metropolitan rankings. Out of the hundreds of cities here, we’re doing quite well for ourselves.” Dullahan rebutted. “Babylon is first, they invented functioning train system pathways across all the major cities in this room. And more importantly a way for us to actually communicate. Do you remember what life was like before that?” 

“… I can’t deny that.” One person said. 

“The amount of lives lost due to improper communication…” Another shuddered. “But, Babylon has gotten too cosy in first place. They have hardly done anything noteworthy in a long, long while.” 

Dul pondered for a bit before responding. “That’s true. The goddess used to have the top 5 places competing viciously for the best city title. I wonder why she’s let them stay at first place in the previous couple rankings?” 

“Dunno. Don’t care. Focus on the railway. Sharkita needs to maintain its top 3 ranking for us to have enough supplies. We’ve got plans to expand our territory and land, can’t do that if we fall even a single position down on the rankings.” 

“Aye, Captain.” Dul responded with a sigh. This was everyday life. Existence under their goddess, as citizens of Sharkita, the city of textiles and industrial goods. A once prosperous land that housed outstanding architecture that lasted Millenia and paved the way for  design and beauty across the globe… 

‘Or was what our globe.’ Dul thought, still perplexed at what happened. Almost in an instant the ground shook and the sky changed. From the hot, humid landscape they were familiar with to the marble floor of Margaret’s home. The city had been teleported and shrunken down… Or something along those lines. No one really knew what happened. They were extremely tiny, with skyscrapers reaching just above Margaret’s Ankles. Sharkita was one of the smaller cities, housing smaller people. Which was common with most of the cities in Margaret’s bedroom, with the exception of Babylon. Or what the other cities called it as ‘the chosen city’. 

‘Margaret spotted Babylon due to their city spawning on her bedside desk and their larger sizes as people. The people and buildings there are somewhat bigger compared to us Sharkita citizens. With the average Babylonian being twice as  tall to the tallest Sharkita citizen.’ Dul further examined. Naturally that meant their city’s tallest buildings were also twice as tall, and the average height and all was too. Things just worked out that way. The funny thing that all the tinies noticed too was that they all spoke the same universal tongue, despite coming from different cities from different worlds and different eras. They could all understand each other. That didn’t mean they couldn’t speak their own native language however, that was still possible.

 It all came out together like an act of magic. As if the goddess willed this into existence. That only furthered the flame some cities had in their adoration of Margaret. Their faith in her being an act of nature, a person so above their own came from both a place of worship and fear. Everyone knew about the acts she took pleasure in in the lower ranking cities. Everyone knew not to disappoint her. 

“How many cities do you think will spawn this time?” Dul couldn’t help but break the silence. 

“The predictions say 3 will spawn, though we all know what that really means.” 

“The standard amount… I wonder who’ll make it through.” Dul answered. 

“Time will tell.” 

As the words left his lips, 

**Creak**

The door of Margaret’s bedroom was opened. 

— — — 

“Heyyy, tinies. Hope I didn’t keep you all waiting too long. How are my top cities doing today?” She spoke with an energetic tone, a mixture of excitement and sass as she truly didn’t care about what life was like for her helpless followers. Every step she took created a catastrophic earthquake for her worshippers in Sharkita, who had the unfortunate reality of spawning on her ground. How anything worked, such as the facilities of the city or anything was a complete mystery. Margaret herself wondered this extensively, how exactly did they get water? Gas? Fuel? The taps apparently still worked with running clean water in their cities, gas for cooking too. Fuel however was something she had to supply. Same with food and other utilities. Regardless, Margaret made sure to avoid stepping on or near Sharkita. Even in her tired daze from returning from work, she wouldn’t make such a blunder. Not when the last couple times it happened, it led to devastation. 

She stared blankly at all of her top 20 cities situated in her bedroom. All impossible to move from their spawn points so she’d memorised their spots. She knew more about the council of the top 5 than most others. 

From rank 1, there was Babylon. The golden city. On her left bedside table. The city was so large it occupied almost the entire area of it so she had to buy another bedside table. A compromise she was willing to take.  Babylon was rich, it housed some of the brightest minds that even she herself had employed in her own business. She also had some other fascinations with the city in how Earth too had a Babylon. Was that a coincidence or did she whisk away a city from the past? Margaret needed time to answer such questions. 

Rank 2 was Arthulux, a city known for their loyalty to their goddess, being Margaret of course. The city used to live under a theocratic rule in a time period resembling late medieval Europe. Margaret found their blind adoration to be cute. All the cities worshipped her, debatably with Babylon and Arthulux being tied for first. However no one quite adorned her as much as an Arthulux citizen. They would willingly offer regular sacrifices to her for her entertainment. Something not even Babylon would do often. However the people here weren’t bright minded. They couldn’t be taught concepts at a breakneck pace like Babylon had been. This city was located on a stool that Margaret hasn’t been able to use since their spawning. 

Rank 3 was Sharkita. The city of Trade. Many cities lacked their own capabilities to produce clothes and amenities but luckily Sharkita was more than capable of providing. A rich city where many workers and labourers are praised for their talents. The people here resembled a mix of a many cultures from the south Asian sub-continental area with a much more 21st century feel. Of course that was an overgeneralization, as they weren’t from Margaret’s world. But from her own understanding, that’s what their cultural values boiled down too. 

Rank 4 was Ornstall, the city of entertainment. Margaret herself knew little about this city as it only recently made the fourth ranking spot. It was a former impoverished city with a high crime rate, its Spawn point as such didn’t follow the same rules as the other cities. It spawned at rank 180, in Margaret’s bathroom. However, due to it skyrocketing up to 4th, it changed its spawn point to something far more fitting. Being her bedroom. Such a thing was not quite understood but alas it was the rules of the universe of her home. Significant ranking raises can move cities to other rooms, but no  changes within the same room could happen. This city too was located on the floor now.  

The fifth rank in Margaret’s city council, the group of 5 cities with the least influence, was Atlantis. This one was also perplexing to Margaret as she’d remembered hearing about a city that disappeared in history, one that sunk into the ocean and was never seen again. Yet, here in her room was yet another city that seemed to have materialised from her own world's history. There had been no signs or sightings at all though of Atlantis existing, which contrasted Babylon greatly.  This city was rich, boasting a prideful populace that did not succumb easily to any force. Margaret refused to grant them any rank higher due to their lack of obedience. 

The rest, while important, switched rankings quite often so Margaret didn’t give them as much importance. The city most in danger was the one next to Sharkita, ranked at the 20th position. The lowest to exist in Margaret’s room. 

There was a real hazard of a lack of population control existing. With every city reaching the 20th rank being teleported to Margaret’s room, that meant that her room would be crowded with more cities. However cities never teleported if they went down a rank. Posing an annoyance to Margaret. 

The solution? Margaret would simply remove any city from her bedroom that fell below the 20th place in the rankings. Of course she couldn’t physically move the cities which only meant one thing. She’d remove them from existence. 

Why would she do this exactly? Well, it was common knowledge that new cities would pop up every now and then. And without proper control, her whole house would end up as some sort of continental landmass. 

That was the reason why she stood toward Kingslane. A city that formerly stood at the 8th rank but dropped significantly due to their ruler angering the top 5 cities. Their trade had been cut off and any transportation between them all was also made impossible via rail. Making their economy weak, fragile and susceptible to falling beneath the 20th rank. 

“Well, what do we have here, cuties. Today might just be your last evening ever.” Margaret said with a chuckle. “The predictions say that it’ll be borderline impossible for you all to recover in time before it’s time for the rankings to renew. A shame.” 

Her words cut like sharp glass, inflicting emotional scars on the terrorised citizens. It was essentially being handed the death penalty. A humiliating display that only signified their position in this new world. They could only set their gaze to the sky, towards the towering figure that stood over them and judged them from her heavenly position. Her arms crossed, her form seemingly never ending. 

The godlike being above them simply treated it like it was another Tuesday. A simple as expected occurrence. Their lives meant that little to her. Why would she feel anything for the bugs that crawled on her floors? On her property? 

The golden brown haired woman, judged appropriately. She was a figure that they could write a whole religious text out of, and she acted like it. Margaret supplied them with goods, gave them a chance to live. If the city of Kingslane wasted that opportunity by falling in their rankings, then nothing could be done. Fate would simply have its course. 

Margaret walked away from the terrified city, leaving every waking citizen with legs that trembled like jelly. She went to the centre of her room where she had a custom made throne built for her. 

“There once was an unfortunate city that had the gall to be teleported here when they got promoted to the 20th rank. Made my dear throne unusable for a bit. I’m sure you all remember how ecstatic I was when I heard they fell below the 20th rank.” 

The lady had set her rear atop their meagre city, the denizens watching their sky in terror as the once bright ceiling light of her room was dwarfed with her gigantic ass clad in panties. Even those were specially designed, with text imprinted saying “law and order” spread across the two cheeks. It would be the last thing the civilians would ever see, or would even feel for that matter. 

‘I remember sitting down, augh. The crunch, the popping sensations. And then just nothing.’ Margaret reminisced. Omitting the fact that she released a mega ton of toxic fumes on the already destroyed city. It wasn’t as if anyone was still alive to feel it either, it was a symbolic gesture that only reinforced how much bigger she was to her lessers. A moment of mourning denied in favour for Margaret to simply relax. ‘Well whatever, the rules are rules.’

She crossed her legs together as she awaited for her subjects to get into position. 

— — —

“Code Pink! Code Pink!” A voice shouted. 

“Affirmative,”  another yelled.

“She probably wants to verify our railway notes. Like usual.” Dullahan added. 

“Send the prisoners to station E.N.D. It’s our turn to supply this round.” An officer from Sharkita replied. Going towards the railway systems and pulling a level down. Sounds of metal clanking were heard as it caused a train loaded full of people to be move towards Margaret’s throne. 

“You did verify there were 30 of them right?” Dullahan asked. 

“Yep, all 30 accounted for. They’re outta our hands now, may god give them mercy for what they’re going to face.” The man said as he walked away. 

‘Station E.N.D or the Bootlicker station is a death penalty of sorts. The goddess requests a number of people to worship her heels and feet from every city in her bedroom before she goes to bed. This happens during the meeting. No one’s come back alive to tell the tale… Once they’re loaded on to her heels or feet, they begin licking and cleaning. The goddess often forgets about the ones on her feet too. They’re the first to die. Crushed understood or lodged somewhere and succumbing to the smell. The ones in her heel stay the whole night to clean up her odour. If they do their job, the goddess takes them away somewhere… if not, she simply puts her shoes on with them inside. The rest becomes history.’ Dullahan processed. 

“The call system is ready Dullahan, best not to keep the goddess waiting.” 

“Aye, sir.” He walked up to the central panel. Where a camera was faced towards him. Alongside him was a monitor that had an “incoming video call” signal coming. 

‘Accept call.’ 

“Oh hi, Dul. Glad to see you’re still in top tier shape.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, lady Margaret. What do we owe for this pleasure?” He spoke out of practiced courtesy and respect. Being the man responsible for his whole city’s image, he couldn’t be rude. He needed to maintain professionalism. 

“Boo, you can drop the lady Margaret Y’know. We’ve called for so many years now. Your city was one of the first ones to appear in my home. I have a soft spot for you all.” Margaret spoke with a sense of familiarity towards Dul. It was always an odd experience for him. He could hear her voice like a normal persons through the video, and yet the booming echoes of her words reverberated from her throne too. 

“Apologies, you know I can’t do that.” 

“Augh. Fine. Fine. Have it your way. Where are the railway proposals?” She begrudgingly accepted. 

“We’ve sent them over to the private drive. Predictions suggest the new city will teleport in towards our side.” 

“Oh? You think you’ll be friendly? From memory the current 21st rank in the other room is open to a trading relationship.” Margaret offered information that was hard to acquire to her beloved third place ranked city. While technically technology was supplied to each city to some degree, they were forbidden from communicating in between rooms. 

“Do we have permission to enter trade relations with them when they enter the room… assuming Kingslane is terminated.” A sense of guilt was evident In his voice. He was speaking on plans that assumed the deaths of millions. Who knows how Margaret would end any city after all? He certainly didn’t. He also knew it wasn’t his place to ask her to spare themselves. 

“Aww, you still ask me if you’re allowed to trade with them. This is why I love your city. Everyone’s so respectful and kind. You and Babylon both. I know the other cities are going to immediately rush in on scoping out the city. But yes, you may.” Margaret offered her permission. Announcing such news to the whole room. For tens of millions of lives that lived across just her bedroom, she spoke with such ferocity just so other cities knew not to enter hostile relations with this new city. “Well, anyway. I need to call Babylon now. Bye bye cuties.” 

And as quickly as it occurred, the call ended. 

Dullahan stared at the video of the goddess disappearing from his screen, celebrating internally as he had a sigh of relief. 

— — —

‘The tinies at Babylon are quite similar to the ones at Sharkita. A shame they both weren’t on completely friendly terms. If I had to give a ranking on the cities I personally liked most, it’d be these 2. None of the others quite compare.’ Margaret rationalised as she stared at her watch screen, which had already connected to a call to Babylon. 

“ Goddess, we request that you spare Kingslane the glass chamber…” The Babylon official, Sir Bombastis Augustus Leon Cornto the 3rd pleased. 

“Hmm, I don’t feel that gassy today so they’ll be excused of such a fate.” Margaret said as she put one of her hands on her tummy. Pouting slightly as she wouldn’t get to indulge in one of her favourite ways to terminate a city. She also didn’t ignore the fact that Babylon whole heartedly used their position as the highest ranked city to ask Margaret to not do such a thing.  A key difference between them and Sharkita. 

Her thunderous voice waved a sigh of relief on the civilization ranked at the bottom of her bedroom. Only for a brief moment however as they now wondered what fate would they be subject to next? The reality of their situation was bleak. All other cities had cut off transport to and from, making it impossible to leave. A few citizens of other cities still were trapped there but that didn’t matter to Margaret. Everyone knew that Kingslane couldn’t be salvaged, many people tried leaving but without proper documentation or evidence of belonging to another city that wasn’t possible. Every person was trapped, confined to the soon to be eradicated country. 

“We thank you for your unending humanity.” The Babylon official bowed. His voice trembling at the thought of witnessing the horrors of Margaret’s glass dome. Each city had cameras with audio recording, all of which could be viewed by a software on Margaret’s personal phone. Once she streamed it to Babylon, purely out of a simple desire to share her twisted interests. Forgetting that her simple acts of torment were wild, horrific and inhumane acts of violence that couldn’t ever be personified to a single human. Only a goddess like her was capable of such a thing. Only someone who was so, so much larger and grander like herself could. 

“I’ve had a tiring day at work. Tell me something that’d cheer me up.” She requested, but to any of her humans it was more of an order. 

“I-Uh… You-We” He stumbled on his words, as he didn’t expect to have to entertain the goddess. It was something that caught him off guard. 

‘I guess the people of Sharkita are a little more competent… Conversationally at least.’ She couldn’t help but to think. 

“Nevermind then. How many people have volunteered then?” Margaret inquired. 

“Umm… Only a handful still.” The officer shakingly replied. His tone of voice was lacking in confidence. 

“Still?! Dang.” A wave of disappointment washed over Margaret’s face. Maybe she had been too nice with Babylon? Sharkita wouldn’t have hesitated to volunteer themselves over but Babylon had grown somewhat complacent. The ordeal was tough, but Margaret expected more people to give their lives for her pleasure. “I promise that they’ll be granted salvation if they surrender themselves over to me.” 

“Yes, goddess. We’ll heavily promote it.” 

Margaret stared at the camera, then at the monitor as she sighed. 

“Well, after the new rankings are announced I’ll give rank 1 the usual reward.” She tapped her shoulders, massaging them as her neck was sore from working all day. 

“Yes!” The official stated cheerfully, eyeing the goddess’ breasts for a moment before resuming his full attention. 

‘Ugh… Just another day.’