DING DONG
John let out a heavy sigh as the shrill sound of his doorbell chimed all throughout his apartment. His eyes shifted over to the digital clock on his dresser. 7:35? Why was she here this early? With an exhausted groan, the twenty two year old collegiate junior dragged himself from the cozy confines of his bed and began to walk out into the hallway. Typically, he would’ve preferred to be showered and properly dressed before greeting someone at his door, but he knew better than to keep this particular guest waiting. Slowly plodding along towards the front door, John had made it just about all the way through the kitchen before he paused, realizing that he had just seen something strange without even really registering it.
“Mornin Sunshine!”
John spun around slowly, slightly annoyed but not at all surprised to find his childhood best friend Claire, sitting at his kitchen table and eating a turkey sandwich. John remained motionless and stared at the young woman for several seconds before finally speaking up.
“Jesus Claire, why are you here so early? I don’t have class for another, like, three hours.” John complained, walking into the kitchen in search of a clean coffee cup. He figured if he was already up, he may as well at least attempt to embrace the day. However, before he could even reach the cupboard, John found himself firmly grasping a piping hot cup of coffee that he hadn’t been holding a mere second ago. He shot a tired glance in Claire’s direction, finding her seated at the kitchen table with a beaming smile plastered on her face.
You see, where John was your typical, run-of-the-mill young white man, completely unremarkable in just about every way, Clair was anything but. For as long as he could remember, Clair had been extraordinarily gifted, capable of achieving feats that could only be fairly described as miraculous. In every conceivable way, Claire, his oldest, most trusted friend, was a god. Or a Goddess, as she would often correct him if and when the word ever came up. She was very particular in that way.
“Well I couldn’t sleep so I figured we could hang out a bit before class.” She said sweetly. John remained stone faced as he looked down at his cup of coffee.
“You don’t need sleep.” He replied curmudgeonly, walking over to the sink where he poured out his coffee and began making his own cup. “And you know I like making my own coffee. Respect my rituals.” He said firmly, popping a small plastic pod of coffee grounds into his coffee maker, finally feeling a great deal of stress melt away as the machine loudly began to brew.
“You know, those pods aren’t great for the environment.” Claire said haughtily as she popped the last remaining bite of her sandwich into her mouth. John rolled his eyes and continued to wait for his beverage.
“A problem that you could rectify with a snap of your fingers.” He quipped back, retrieving his piping hot mug of bitter coffee and bringing it to his lips for a long, loud sip. Claire simply shrugged her shoulders at his suggestion, gently tapping her fingers on the porcelain plate before her, causing it to spontaneously sprout arms and legs. The circular creature leapt up like something out of a children’s cartoon, quietly walking to the edge of the table and leaping down onto the floor. John watched the odd display, completely unphased by the sight of a living piece of dishware methodically climbing up into his kitchen sink before suddenly returning to its previous deanimated state. But that was simply the enigma that was Claire, the way that she chose to navigate her way through life. Infinite power, more than capable of solving problems like world hunger, poverty or environmental disaster in the course of an afternoon, yet the Goddess stubbornly refused to use her powers to tackle such astronomically important tasks. However, she wouldn’t hesitate to bring her dishes to life to save a little time, or shrink an entire crew of building painters to insect size so that they could instead paint her toenails.
John himself had given up trying to convince her to be more impactful years ago. When they were young, he thought it was fun to see the silly ways she could flex her strength over the fabric of the universe, but as he got older and grew more socially conscious, he desperately wanted his friend to help heal the world in a way that only she could. Years ago, they had endured one long, vitriolic fight that had very nearly torn their friendship sort and John had learned that it was best to simply nudge her in the right direction when possible, and refuse to indulge her desire for attention whenever she acted in a way that he found to be… unbecoming. He was grateful at least that, while not interested in helping the world, his Goddess friend also did not seem that interested in conquering or destroying it either.
“Ehhhh, pass.” She said, standing up from the table. “Ohhh, I know. We should take a walk downtown, that cute little bookstore just adopted the most adorable little bodega cat. I just know you’re going to love him.” Claire said excitedly. John sighed and shook his head at her.
“I think for it to be a bodega cat, it has to actually be inside a bodega.” He corrected, continuing to drink from his mug.
“Mmmmmmmm, no. I don’t think so.” Claire said very matter of factly, touching a finger to her chin. “I think it’s just the Spanish word for cute.”
“Yeah, no.” He replied. Though John suddenly found himself pondering the actual definition of the word. “I think it means, like, cellar… but I don’t actually know why it means store over here. Either way, it doesn’t mean cute.”
“Hmmmmm, wanna bet on it?” Claire asked, biting her lip and smiling playfully. John simply shook his head and took a seat beside her at the table. He had made that mistake once before and knew better than to take on any sort of bet with Claire. She’d propose something innocuous like making the loser give the winner a foot rub and then when they went online every single Spanish/English dictionary they could find would suddenly corroborate Claire’s side of the argument. Then she’d say “fair is fair” as John found himself standing mere inches in height before Claire’s enormous feet. When tasked with massaging a pair of feet as tall as skyscrapers, getting tricked once was more than enough for a single lifetime.
“I’ll pass.” John replied flatly, sipping his coffee.
“Sooooooo, walk me to the bookstore?” Claire asked sweetly, mustering up her best puppy dog eyes as John stared back at her, drowsy and unamused. The young man let out a heavy sigh and nodded slowly.
“Yeah yeah, fine. Just let me finish my coffee and get a shower…. Goddamnit.” John hadn’t even finished his sentence by the time that he had realized that he was wearing a fresh outfit. The subtle taste of mint in his mouth and smell of tropical fruit wafting around him also signified that he was now bathed and ready for the day. Claire smiled even bigger as she stifled a soft giggle.
“Ready to go?” She asked eagerly, not one to wait patiently for anything that she wanted. John wanted to remind her of his boundaries, but it almost felt like it would be a waste of breath at this point. And besides, it's not like there was really any harm in it. She saved him a bit of time, plus the outfit was brand new so that was a bonus. Besides, it was all magic or whatever, it’s not like she was personally bathing him by hand. A nervous smile just before she jumped up and headed for the door gave John pause, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and followed behind his small framed companion.
Much to his surprise as John followed Claire out the front door of his house, he found himself standing on the sidewalk of a busy city street, as opposed to the hallway that typically led to his dormitory. He was fairly accustomed to the unexpected by this point, after all, Claire had made his dorm room door a portal into his childhood home. But still, he wasn’t quite as good at simply going with the flow in the same way that Claire seemed to be.
“Hey, keep up!” Claire shouted loudly, already several paces down the street, waving her arm overhead emphatically. John lightly jogged over to catch up and began walking side by side with Claire as she began to chat with him about her latest hyper fixation. It took only fifteen minutes or so to reach their destination, although it seemed like Claire managed to speak continuously for each and every second of the journey. Not that John was opposed, mind you. While he wasn’t out of shape by any means, cardio was certainly not a specialty of his. And walking while talking always seemed to leave him stammering and awkwardly trying to catch his breath without sounding like a dying walrus. But that never seemed to be an issue for Claire; her strength and endurance were deceptively high, even for a young woman with an impressively athletic build. In fact, John was pretty sure that he had never even seen his friend break a sweat, regardless of what she was doing. Even on the hottest days, while she was out running track or playing soccer or whatever, Claire never seemed to break a sweat, muss up her hair, or become otherwise disheveled like some mere mortal.
“I’m hoping they’ve got the new issue in stock.” Claire said, pushing open the door to the locally owned bookstore she had started frequenting this year.
“Hmmm, what’s that? Issue of what?” John asked, realizing that his mind had drifted elsewhere. Claire furrowed her brow and ushered her friend inside.
“Ugh, Adam in Amazonia! The manga I’ve been reading, god, do you even listen to me?” She asked, crossing her arms and pouting as she proceeded into the building. John figured it was best if he didn't answer that. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but in all fairness, she had ripped him from the comfort of his own bed hours earlier than he needed to be up so could she really blame him for being distracted?
John watched Claire stride off through the building, waving cheerily towards the older, gray haired woman working behind the counter. He took this brief moment of solitude to take in his surroundings, building a genuine appreciation for the older architecture of the building and the cozy decor that hung around the walls and sat upon the shelves. He could see why Claire appreciated this place so much, she was very much drawn to the “energy” that various people and places embodied. As he quietly walked past several shelves of new looking books, something stood out in the periphery of his vision.
Meow
“Well, hello there.” John said, staring into the curious face of the illustrious “bodega cat” of Claire renown. The admittedly beautiful birman cat let out a soft purr and closed its eyes as John reached out to gently begin scratching the soft creature on the back of its head. He couldn’t fight the gentle smile that formed on his lips as he continued to scritch the adorable kitty cat. He couldn’t argue with Claire on this one, this was certainly one very bodega feline. However, the sound of the bell ringing above the door dragged John’s attention away from the purring cat. A sickening pit instantly formed in his stomach as he came to recognize the visibly distraught woman who had just walked in the door.
“Oh, no.” He muttered quietly, swiftly stepping out into the main lobby of the store and plotting an intercept course with the woman. As the stranger walked past him, John reached out and gently took her by the elbow, causing her to gasp suddenly as she yanked her arm away. There was a moment of strained confusion before realization dawned on her face, her lips curling into a display of anger and disgust.
“Fuck you, stay the fuck away from me! You’re just as bad as she is!” The woman cried out, pulling the attention of everyone else in the building.
“Lisa, just calm down, please. Don’t go and corner her.” John pleaded, reaching his hand out again, offering to lead her somewhere where they could talk. However Lisa simply recoiled from him, as if his touch would kill her where she stood.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” She screamed, now at the top of the lungs. John could see tears forming in her eyes as her whole body shook, clearly fighting back sobs. He wondered how long it had been since she had last slept.
“Lisa just listen to-”
“John, what’s going on?” Both John and Lisa went wide in the eyes upon hearing Claire’s voice. Lisa spun on her heels, her face turning white as she beheld the petite, blonde woman for the first time since their first encounter nearly ten months ago.
“You… you fucking CUNT!” Lisa screeched at the top of her lungs, glaring at Claire with nothing but pure malice in her eyes. John attempted to step forward once again, but found himself now completely unable to move. Things were already set in motion now. There was nothing he could do to intervene. “He’s dead… did you know that? Do you care?” Lisa spit, stepping forward towards Claire who remained steadfast in the face of the verbal assault.
“I’m sorry for your loss. Truly.” Claire replied softly and genuinely. However this response only seemed to enrage the woman even more.
“HE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU HAD THE POWER TO SAVE HIM AND YOU CHOSE TO DO NOTHING!” Lisa screeched, clumsily diving a hand into her pocket. Many people were aware of the vast breadth of Claire’s power, Lisa included. In fact, it was that very knowledge that brought Lisa begging to Claire in a last ditch effort to save her husband from the devastating illness that was ravaging his body. However, with reasoning unbeknownst to anyone but herself, Claire had refused to aid the desperate woman, offering instead her sympathies in place of a miracle. Now, in her grief and despite knowing that she stood before a legitimate Goddess, Lisa removed her husband’s pistol from her coat pocket and closed her eyes as she fired it, fully prepared to accept being struck from existence for this transgression.
However, before John or anyone else in the building could react to the horrific scene playing out before them, List vanished into thin air, without her weapon making a sound. But what the various onlookers seemed to miss was that Lisa’s gun did in fact go off. The issue was that the distraught woman was now standing no taller than a thumbtack on the floor before the immense sporty sandals of the Goddess against whom she had transgressed.
“Jesus Claire, she was grieving.” John muttered under his breath, quickly crossing the room to inspect his friend and ensure that she was okay. Claire stepped forward and took hold of John’s arms, pulling herself into him for a hug.
“She’s fine. I didn’t kill her.” Claire whispered, doing a half assed job at concealing her emotions regarding the tense scene. Upon hearing that John began to gently rub her back. He wasn’t certain whether or not he believed her, but there wasn’t anything that he could do about it now.
Lisa dropped the tiny pistol on the ground, shocked and confused by her new surroundings. When John had stepped forward, she had braced herself to be crushed like a bug beneath his enormous sneakers, but some deity more merciful than Claire had stopped his progress before he crushed her into dust. However, as the titanic blonde divinity stepped forward, Lisa found herself directly beneath the footfall of her gargantuan right sandal. Resigned to her fate, Lisa braced for the impact, but once again it seemed that fate had spared her, as Claire was standing on the ball of her foot, leaning forward so that her heel was suspended in air above Lisa’s tiny body.
“Let’s get out of here.” Claire’s voice boomed from high above Lisa’s tiny confused body. Lisa let out a tiny shrill scream as Claire’s foot suddenly and ruthlessly descended, crashing into the ground with absolutely no regard for the newly shrunken woman on the library floor. She watched in horror as the dirty, black rubber sole of Claire’s slip on sandal came down with impunity, landing atop her with a force that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. At least all of this pain was finally over, Lisa thought to herself as everything went dark.
“Gahhhhhh…. What?” Lisa groaned weakly as she watched the towering forms of Claire and John proceed out the door, seemingly miles away across the now vast expanse of the library. She had lived? But how? Every bone and muscle fiber in Lisa’s body ached from being pummeled beneath the unyielding weight of a dozen mountains. But despite that fact, she remained intact and she even felt some sense of mobility slowly returning to her limbs. Staring death in the face and coming out alive on the other side had certainly been impactful on Lisa’s current outlook. Her circumstances remained unchanged, but no longer did she feel this intense desire to track down Claire and extract her vengeance from the mysterious woman.
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK
The repetitive sound of high heels striking sharply against the cool marble floor of the bookstore rang through Lisa’s ears. Proceeding towards her another impossibly tall woman walked with purpose towards the front desk of the library, towing slightly behind her was what must’ve been her adolescent daughter. Immediately Lisa was fraught with confusion, wondering whether or not the mother daughter pair had been here the whole time. Whether they had seen her brandish her weapon before the Goddess had flexed her cosmic might. But all of those thoughts were quickly chased away as Lisa realized that she was in fact directly in the pathway of the tall, imposing mother. Lisa begged her body to cooperate, willing her arms and legs to help her escape the path of the giantess’ steady, booming footfalls, but still she was too damaged to move.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Lisa cried out, watching in horror as the spike of the woman’s gargantuan high heel came down directly on top of her, painfully smashing her body into the floor once again. Much to her horror, Lisa found that as the ungodly pressure lifted off of her meager frame, she was still painfully plastered to the small black surface of the shoe. This could only mean that…
WHAM
Lisa grunted in pain as the shoe returned to the floor, completely unbeknownst to the shoe’s owner that her tiny body was stuck in place under her heel. Thankfully, upon taking another step, the giantess twisted her foot ever so slightly, inadvertently scraping Lisa off onto the floor and leaving her to slowly regain her composure. The grateful tiny huffed deep breaths as her lungs somehow retook their normal shape. And while the pain still lingered, after a couple of minutes of waiting and not being stepped on, Lisa could feel some movement returning to her limbs. It seemed as though, if she could go a short time without being crushed underfoot, she might actually be able to fully heal her body. If that was the case, then she just needed to hope that Claire would see fit to allow her to return to her normal size… at some point. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief as she finally regained enough strength to slowly and sorely sit up, scanning the still populated bookstore. As she scanned the room, her attention was caught by a pair of bright, feline eyes staring directly at her from across the room.
John sat in his third and final class of the afternoon, diligently taking notes as his professor recapped the material that was going to be on the upcoming test. He scribbled in his notebook several reminders of the different chapters he intended to review before next week. Sitting right beside him as she always did in all of his classes, Claire was also working in her notebook. However, anything beyond a cursory glance would very quickly reveal that she wasn’t actively focusing on her schoolwork. Standing on the surface of her notebook, one of Claire’s devoted followers was currently battling against the tip of her pen as she pushed it gently into his tiny stomach. John shook his head and returned his attention to his own notes.
“Why does she even come to class?” He thought to himself. It’s not like she needed an education, not when she could literally create and destroy matter at will. A soft giggle came from beside him as John turned to find Claire smiling at him, bringing her pen to her lips as she started to absentmindedly chew on the cap.
“Maybe I just like spending time with you!” She replied, giving away that she had been invading his inner thoughts. John just rolled his eyes and continued working on his notes while Claire looked back down at her tiny plaything.
Benny looked up at his Goddess with awe as she giggled cutely, staring down at him from on high. She removed her pen from her lips and brought the tip back down to the notebook, dragging it across the paper, creating a stick figure doodle that began to writhe around and crawl off of the page. The inky creature loomed terrifyingly over Benny’s miniscule figure, but his nerves were put at ease after the crude blue drawing twisted and turned, taking on the beautiful visage of his all powerful lady. The doodled avatar of Claire was uncanny in its resemblance, staring down at the still shorter man with the same signature grin that the goddess always wore while playing with her devoted toys. Meanwhile Claire’s true form dominated the open sky above the notebook, her immense eyes filled with the indescribable beauty of the cosmos.
“Come here and kiss my feet.” The avatar demanded, lightly pushing forward one of her muscular legs. Benny was fast to oblige, scrambling forward and falling to his hands and knees as he began to grovel before the Goddess’ clone. He did not presume to lay a hand upon his golden mistress, instead opting to simply crawl forward until he could begin lightly kissing the top of her slender, bare feet. The mini-giantess’ soles smelled sweetly of vanilla and cinnamon and her skin felt remarkably soft upon his lips. Benny’s mind was filled with unending thoughts of Claire’s grace and beauty, and whilst his direct thoughts were beneath her attention, Claire could passively feel the strength of the tiny man’s love and devotion. However, today the playful Goddess was in a bit of an unusual mood.
“I need you smaller.” The avatar said assertively, lifting one foot and placing it on the back of her shrunken worshiper. Benny felt the amazonian form of the Goddess press down hard on his back, though it did not feel like pain, rather it was simply an intense pressure that seemed to spread throughout his entire body. He endured the strain for several seconds before Claire lifted her foot from his back. However, as Benny rose to his feet, he was stunned to find that the miniature avatar now towered over him at a scale even larger than Claire’s body had been mere moments ago. Benny scanned his surroundings. Where the giantess’ ruled notebook had been like a football field to him before, its pages now formed a vast ocean of white that stretched out forever. Beyond the imposing form of Claire’s doodle avatar, her prime body now occupied an amount of space on a planetary scale, her immense head hanging in the sky twice the size of any moon.
“Perfect.” The avatar cooed, reaching down to scoop Benny from the ground before her. Both versions of the Goddess smiled their signature toothy grin as the avatar holding Benny’s body reached down and began to pull down her shorts. Whatever apprehension was hiding in the recesses of Benny’s mind, quickly disappeared as he watched the giantess begin to remove her shorts. It seemed as though he had been chosen for divine ordainment as the giantess began to drag his miniscule body towards her glistening sex. However, before he was plunged between the tender folds of her radiant cunt, the avatar of Claire paused. Without so much as a word, the grand cosmic form of the Goddess’ real body picked up the pen she had used to craft her secondary body and brought the tip of it down to where Benny was suspended. He watched curiously as the tip of the pen made contact with the amazonian’s pelvis, streaking downward and drawing a solid blue line that quickly began to bubble and reform in the same way that Claire’s doodle had. By the time that the magic had finished its strange work, Benny was left staring into the single most enormous cock that he had ever seen, hanging neatly from Claire’s otherwise feminine physique.
“My Goddess…” Benny began to nervously speak as he watched the giantess’ cock begin to engorge with blood… or ink… or magic, whatever it was, the mighty spear now stood firmly erect as he found himself being carried towards its tip.
“Quiet. Your mouth is not needed for speaking…” The powerful Avatar said firmly, kneading Benny’s helpless body around in her palm until she had him positioned just the way that she wanted. Benny’s voice was effectively silenced, whether through Claire’s magic or his own subservience, even he did not know; but all the same a deep powerful sense of fear flooded the tiny man’s mind as he found his meager frame being forcefully pressed into the slit at the tip of the Goddess’ mighty cock. Claire’s smaller form took her thick shaft in hand, tightly squeezing it as she positioned her thumb above Benny’s head. Then, without any warning, the avatar slammed her thumb down, pressing Benny firmly into her vacuous urethra just before she began to pump up and down on her dick.
“Hey! Earth to Claire, you coming?” The sudden presence of John’s voice stunned Claire back to reality. Pulled away from the lewd performance taking place on the pages of her notebook, Claire suddenly realized that class had finished and everyone was now filing out of the room. “What the hell are you doing?” John asked, his eyes now drawn to the strange little creature standing on Claire’s notebook. Overwhelmed by an unexpected sense of embarrassment, Claire slammed her notebook shut, concealing the erotic display from mortal eyes.
“Huh, nothing. Shut up.” Claire said defensively, hopping up out of her seat and following John towards the door. Unbeknownst to even the Goddess who had created the wretched scenario, Benny was still alive and conscious, trapped within the nebulous demiplane within Claire’s notebook. The ceaseless undulations of fleshy walls inside of the giantess’ dick came to an eerie stop as the Goddess’ avatar seemed to stop masturbating. It was a difficult journey since the walls around him became like stone as his captor became frozen in time. The shrunken worshiper was able to crawl all the way up to the tip of Claire’s monstrous cock, however his escape was ultimately curtailed by the presence of her massive thumb, allowing only a few inches for Benny to peer out into the endless white expanse around him. And there he was doomed to remain, trapped within the cock of a giantess frozen in time and screaming pointlessly into the void.
“Wanna grab lunch?” John asked, gesturing over towards the campus dining hall. Claire’s shoulders slumped slightly at the notion of having poorly prepared college cuisine for lunch.
“How about I take us somewhere real quick? We could be to Paris and back within the hour.” She suggested, eager for John to just give in and let her flex her muscles a bit. However, her stoic friend’s response was just as she expected.
“Do what you want, but I’m eating in the dining hall.” He said curtly, walking off towards the large, boxy building. Claire pouted a bit, but ultimately followed along. John scanned his student ID to enter the massive cafe, while Claire simply looked the old man working at the front desk in the eyes as he sneered at her. This was why she hated spending all this time on campus. Everyone here knew all about her abilities and while few were outright hostile to her about it, there was no shortage of people who seemed to take issue with her very existence. Claire walked over to a sparsely populated table as John proceeded to gather his late lunch.
As the Goddess sat down, she spread her hands out across the table before her, manifesting a large bucket of snow crab legs in front of her. Her eyes gleamed at the spread before her as she summoned a steel claw cracker into her hand, preparing to devour her feast in no time. She was so engrossed in her meal, in fact, that she hadn’t realized that the man sitting on the opposite side of the table had not actually left when she had sat down. As a matter of fact, the tall, dark haired student had moved several seats closer to Claire and was now staring at her, smiling charmingly in her direction.
Disgusting. Claire thought to herself, her smile disappearing from her face as she came to the realization that this one intended to speak to her, during her lunch no less!
“Hey there, you’re Claire, right?” He said, very nonchalantly. Claire loudly cracked a crab leg in response. In his efforts to appear calm, cool and collected, this one had irrevocably poisoned Claire’s perception of him, his cocky swagger having the opposite of its desired effect.
“Yes. Go away.” Claire replied sharply, taking her eyes off of the man and returning it to her lunch. The confident man let out a quiet chuckle as he reached out a hand in her direction.
“Hey, I’m Connor. Nice to meet you.” Connor held his hand out for Claire to shake, however, she remained solely focused on her lunch. There was a long beat of silence before Claire came to understand that Conner was not going to give up.
“Right, so, Asshole, was it?”
“Connor…”
“Right, Asshole. So Asshole, I’m going to need you to stand up, pick any singular direction and then start walking in a straight line until I can’t see, smell or hear you anymore. Sound good?” Claire snapped. However, Connor simply chuckled to himself and leaned forward, resting his head on his hands.
“You know, I’ve heard you were feisty. I gotta tell you, I think that's incredibly hot. Let me take you out.” Conner said, smiling as Claire turned to look him in the eye.
“You’re not a good listener, are you?” She asked, incredibly annoyed by this point.
“Nope, but I’m very good at… other things.” He said with a sly wink.
“Alright, well I tried.” Claire said simply, reaching out dexterously to collect Connor’s shrunken body before it could even fall to the table below him. The sudden shift in size was extraordinarily disorienting for the newly shrunken man, but it was nothing compared to the stomach churning ride he took as Claire carried his tiny body, pinched between two fingers, down to her monolithic foot. The young Goddess didn’t bother listening in on Dipshit's irritating screams as she carried him down to her toes. Thankfully she had her favorite sandals on and could just quickly slide him into the crevice between her second and third toes.
Connor screamed bloody murder as he was pressed into the sweaty valley between the giantess’ massive toes. He had heard tons of stories about all of the crazy shit that she had done in the past, but this was fucking crazy! He figured hooking up with a chick who could let him fuck her on the surface of the moon was worth the potential for rejection, but never in a million years could he have imagined being stuck between her fucking toes. Thankfully the overwhelming scent of vanilla body lotion meant that he would only have to deal with the discomfort of being sandwiched by sweaty flesh and not the distinctly unpleasant odor that he could’ve been dealing with otherwise.
“Oh, right.” Claire’s voice echoed down into Connor’s ears before a sudden onslaught of sour, vinegary foot stink flooded into his mouth and nose. The Goddess clenched her toes painfully around his body, her slight chuckle ringing clearly in his ears. Try as he might, Conner found his hands and feet getting stuck against the surface of Claire’s skin, leaving him completely immobile and unable to free himself and flee from her open toed shoes. He began to beg for forgiveness, promising to never speak to CLaire again if she would only set him free. But whether she wasn’t listening or simply did not care, the giant blonde hottie squeezed her toes around Connor’s shrunken body, leaving him to swelter and suffer in the heat and stink of her sweaty toes.
“Hey.” John said plainly, taking a seat beside Claire. The Goddess looked at her friend and smiled warmly at him, simply staring awkwardly at him without saying anything. “Uhhhh, everything alright?” He asked.
“Yup, everything’s peachy.” She said, gently squeezing her toes together. John could tell something strange was going on, but as Claire began to dig into her hearty bucket of crab legs his concern quickly faded in the face of his own hunger. The pair of friends proceeded to eat and chat for a while, engaging in the typical inane small talk that befitted two college juniors. Claire was contentedly listening to John’s story about one of the guys on his intramural softball team when the third irritant of the day reared its annoying head.
“Ohmygod heyyyyyy! Claire!” A shrill, overly friendly voice called out, immediately putting a heavy damper on both the conversation as well as Claire’s mood. John watched the dour expression form on Claire’s face as a woman he recognized as Hailey from a couple of his classes slid into the seat beside the disgruntled Goddess.
“Did you get crab legs for lunch? Ohmygod, that sounds… uhhhmazing!” Hailey said cheerily, lifting her cell phone into the air in order to grab a quick selfie with the ornery blonde. John clenched his fists nervously. This was hardly the first time that someone had ever tried to act like they were close friend’s with Claire for the sake of gaining clout online. In fact, John had even experienced the strange phenomenon a few times for himself. During his freshman year of college it was revealed to him that he actually had a reddit page of his own with more than four million members following it. Evidently proximity to a living deity made one a bit of a celebrity, a niche one at least. Now he knew how to recognize a woman too hot for his own good who seemed just a bit too interested in him.
“So, I was talking to my friend Stacy when-” Hailey was suddenly cut off when Claire suddenly stood up from her seat and extended her hand out to the confused woman. Hailey took Claire’s hand and stood up from the table, following her towards the center of the moderately packed cafeteria.
“Everyone, please listen up!” Claire said, gathering the attention of everyone in the room. “This… this is…” Claire trailed off, giving Hailey a slight nod as she waited for her to speak.
“Uhhhh, Hailey. Hailey Wheas. Hi…” Hailey replied softly, unsure of what exactly was happening. Claire smiled warmly at her and gently squeezed her hand. For a moment Hailey felt overjoyed, ecstatic that she was being welcomed in by this famous Goddess. However, that excitement was cut short when she felt her body rapidly begin to dwindle in size, until her whole body was safely held within the warm, slightly clammy hand that she had just been holding.
“Right, well Hailey here decided to come and interrupt my goddamn lunch to pretend to be my friend for… what, instagram followers?” Claire’s powerful voice boomed in Hailey’s ears as the giantess held her in front of her titanic face. “I would think it goes without saying, but if anyone else has the stupid goddamn instinct to do this…. Please reconsider.”
Then, in front of the entire cafeteria, Claire lifted her arm high above her head before firmly pressing Hailey’s tiny body into her underarm. There were some scattered groans and mumbles as everyone watched the odd woman push one of their classmates into her armpit. A general sentiment of pity, anger and disgust washed over the collective, but none were daring enough to say anything, lest they find themselves in a similarly sticky situation. Satisfied that she had bought herself some amount of time free of irritants, Claire returned to her seat and shook her head, looking at John as if she expected him to be feeling the same way about the whole situation as she did. However, John looked frustrated and a bit disheartened upon watching her sit back down.
“Claire, c’mon. Don’t you think that was a bit much?” John asked, he tried to see if he could see movement near Claire’s armpit, but it seemed as thought he poor thing was too small to be at all visible in her new home.
“Oh don’t give me that crap. She got exactly what she deserves. She’s a goddamned parasite, trying to pretend like she gives a shit about me for some fucking internet clout. It’s bullshit.” Claire said firmly as she loudly cracked into a crab leg. John furrowed his brow. He knew he had to pick his battles with CLaire and to be honest, he wasn't sure if this was one that was worth fighting over.
“Don’t you think that was a bit excessive though?” He asked. Claire shook her head, not taking her eyes off of her food.
“No. As a matter of fact I don’t. SHe’s the third goddamn person to try to fuck with me today.” Claire said, pointing her crab cracker at John in an accusatory fashion. “You know, it’s your fault. Because of you, people think I’ve gone soft and they can just do whatever the hell they want.”
John paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow at something she said. “Wait… the third person? I only recall two?” Claire silently cursed her big mouth, now realizing that no one else had seen her deal with the flirtatious douchebag.
“Ughhhh, yeah some asshole tried to hit on me and wouldn’t take a hint.”
“And what happened to him?” John asked, fairly confident that he was enduring a similar fate to Hailey by now.
“Put him between my toes.” Claire replied nonchalantly. John cringed slightly as he shook his head.
“C’mon Claire, don’t you think that’s a bit strange though? Making people smell your feet and armpits?” John pleaded. But Claire shook her head and raised her arm up, allowing John to finally see Hailey frantically squirming against his friend’s underarm.
“No, I don’t. I think my punishments are perfectly just. Besides, my toes and armpits don’t stink at all. Smell.” John frowned slightly and shook his head.
“I’ll just take your word for it.” He replied, giving up on his efforts to dissuade the Goddess. Unfortunately for him, Claire no longer wished to drop the subject.
“No, come on. Give it a sniff. You can tell me honestly, if you can honestly say that it smells bad, then I’ll let them both out right now.” Claire’s lips then curled up into a play smile. “But be honest, cuz if you lie then I’m going to put you somewhere much more fun than my armpit.”
John let out a heavy sigh as he quickly leaned forward and gave a quick sniff to Claire’s underarm. Unsurprisingly he found that she was being honest, with the only thing he could smell being her vanilla body lotion. Claire smirked cockily as she watched John pull away from her pit.
“Well?”
“Yeah, it smells fine.” He said with a sigh. Claire smirked and nudged him with her elbow.
“You know I can read your mind right. We said no lying…” She had to bite her lip as she stifled her laugh. John let out a small chuckle and shook his head.
“Fine. I think you smell very nice… I like vanilla.” He admitted. A slight blush came to Claire’s cheek as she sat back contentedly. Of course she had already known that John preferred the scent of vanilla. It was the main reason that she had chosen to make sure that she always smelled like it.
Unfortunately for Hailey, her experience was much different from the normal sized people who happened to catch a whiff of the touchy Goddess. When Claire’s enormous finger pressed her into the damp confines of her giant armpit, her body connected with some sort of strange invisible barrier that sat a tiny ways away from the Goddess’ flesh. With a tiny increase in pressure, Hailey’s body was pushed through the invisible barrier, trapping her firmly in the tiny gap that existed between Claire’s sticky skin and the now seemingly impenetrable force field behind her. Here in the cramped space of her true armpit, Haiely was experiencing the unaltered, pungent stink of Claire’s unwashed skin. Most normal people would never come to know this fact, since she magically altered the smell of her skin to be constantly pleasant, but this fact also meant that Claire never bothered with things like deodorant.
Hailey tried desperately to slam her tiny little fists against the giantess’ skin, unsure of what else she could do to free herself from this rancid prison. However the only response she received to her struggles was Claire’s arm coming back down, forcing Hailey’s tiny face into the clammy skin. A sour mouthful of sweat worked its way past the shrunken woman’s lips, stinging her tongue as it forced its way all the way down into her stomach. Hailey began to sob loudly, allowing even more of the hot, acrid liquid to seep into her mouth. She could only hope that Claire did not intend to leave her in this hellhole forever.
“So, are you going to let them out?” John asked as he and Claire stepped out into the radiant afternoon sunlight. While it was rapidly approaching sunset, it was still surprisingly warm for late April. A fact that John could only hope wasn’t proving to be too troublesome for the tinies trapped in Claire’s armpit and foot. The Goddess simply shrugged and walked alongside her friend.
“Ehhhh, not sure yet. The girl I’ll probably send home tonight. But Shitbag McFuckface? I feel like he could probably use a week or two between my toes.” She said devilishly, smirking to herself. John cringed a bit. Hopefully the dude had a foot fetish or something. Even then, two weeks stuck between someone’s toes was absolutely brutal. “Hehe, at least until after the FunRun next week.”
John rolled his eyes. They were both supposed to participate in Delta Phi’s FunRun fundraising event next week. It was certainly poor timing for the little runt stuck under her foot if she intended to make him suffer through a goddamn 5K.
“What about you? Feel like hanging out at all tonight?” Claire asked somewhat timidly. John gave her a smile but shook his head.
“Nah, tonight’s no good. I’ve got some studying to do.” He replied. There was a visible drop in Claire’s shoulders as she took the bad news. “How about we do something this weekend? Something fun. I’ll let you pick.” He added, immediately bringing a bright smile back to Claire’s face.
“Okay! I’ll come up with something!” She said cheerily. John reached out and took Claire by the shoulders, closing his eyes as he pulled her in close for a very tight hug. He squeezed her hard, as he often did and chuckled as he felt her squeeze him back.
“Alright, have a good night.” He said, opening his eyes only to find that he was now standing in the center of his living room. The man shook his head and chuckled. At least she had saved him the walk home.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
John stood up from his desk, confused and alarmed at the sudden, violent explosions going off in the distance. It was unlike anything he had ever seen or felt before and he raced towards his window to see if he could determine what the hell was happening. Upon reaching the window, the young man’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he witnessed the giant, no, colossal form of Claire’s body striding across the city.
“What the fuck is she doing?” He shouted to himself, watching as Claire lifted a foot into the air before smashing it down into the occupied buildings below her. As the giantess’ foot smashed into the ground, John felt his entire building shake violently from the impact. Panicked and confused, he quickly dug out his phone from his pocket and dialed up Claire. To his surprise, he could hear the booming ring of Claire’s now massive phone as the giantess removed it from her shorts pocket.
“Hellloooooo?” John heard her voice both through his phone and through the window.
“CLAIRE! What the hell are you doing?!” He shouted into the phone. Seeing Claire giggle and smile cutely several stories up in the air made him clench his jaw. Had she finally gone insane?
“Ohhhh nothin. What’re you doing?” She asked innocently.
“Bullshit! I can see you right now! Why are you a hundred feet tall?” He asked. Claire simply shrugged her shoulders, playfully dragging her big toe through the city as she bit her lip.
“How come you’re so small?” She teased, raising her foot into the air and drawing a wide circle in the air with her big toe. “Where are you hiding? Are you…. HERE!” Claire’s foot lunged forward with horrific speed. Another devastating quake shook John’s building as a massive cloud of dust and debris filled the air.
“JESUS, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” John screamed into the phone, terrified that his friend was now searching him out in an effort to crush him to death.
“Oh relax you big baby!” She replied with a pout. “I’m gonna put everything back. I just wanted to have a bit of fun. I was reading Adam in Amazonia and everyone was just going crazy over those giant ladies. I want to see what all of the fuss is about.” The giantess began walking through the city again, toppling large buildings with the simple swing of her legs as she strode casually towards the university.
“Just sit back and enjoy the show…” She said, her voice tinged with an ominous tone as her dirt covered sole rose up into the sky.
Panic and pandemonium flooded into the streets beneath the giantess’ oversized feet. Every vehicle in the city had simultaneously died, leaving the people with no option but to sprint for their lives as the gargantuan wall of sweaty flesh descended onto them. Buildings crumbled to dust beneath the unrelenting force of Claire’s weight as countless hundreds of confused and terrified mortals disappeared from sight.
John watched, horrified, as Claire stomped out entire city blocks in an instant. Suddenly the looming giantess turned her gaze directly towards her miniscule friend as a devilish look emerged on her face. Slowly Claire dragged her foot forward until the building that John now found himself trapped inside was poised perfectly between her second and big toes. He was paralyzed by fear, unsure of what fate awaited him at the feet of his impossibly powerful friend. Suddenly the window fell forward, removing the thin barrier of glass that separated him for the titanic foot. John slowly craned his head skyward, finding Claire’s beautiful face staring down at him with a smile.
“Hello there cutie…” Claire boomed, wiggling her toes some more. With his room open to the atmosphere outside, John could finally smell the pungent stink of feet wafting out from the Goddess’ toes. He was tempted to back away, retreat elsewhere in his house, but he knew full well that there was nothing he could do to stop Claire.
“I thought you said your feet didn’t smell.” John said, knowing that she could hear him regardless of their size difference. The giantess simply grinned and bared her teeth to her brave little friend.
“Goodnight John…” She replied succinctly, moments before clamping her toes shut; burying John, his building and everyone else inside of it, in the greasy valley between her toes.
John awoke with a start, sitting up in his bed as he took in his surroundings. He was in his own bedroom, the light still on at his desk from his late night study session. Everything appeared to be in order, but for some reason he had this weird feeling gnawing at the back of his mind. It felt like he had experienced some sort of nightmare last night, but for the life of him, he couldn't recall the details as his mind slowly returned to full function. Shaking his head, John slowly climbed out of bed and walked himself to the shower, hoping that the warm water would help him shake off this odd feeling he was experiencing. When he finally emerged, feeling clean and refreshed his phone chimed.
Mornin sunshine!
Wanna go for a run this morning?
John chuckled and shook his head. It was admittedly odd knowing that Claire was acutely aware of exactly when he woke up or when he stepped out of the shower, but he appreciated the sentiment all the same. Perhaps a little time with Claire would be just what he needed to get over last night’s restless sleep.