It was an ordinary Wednesday in the metropolis. Unseasonably
hot and damp, with passing clouds that provided much welcomed temporary shade.
It was around four in the afternoon, and the beginning of the afternoon rush
hour. While some clocked out of work and headed for their evening commute, Zach
called his assistant to his office for an important meeting. He had Jean bent over his desk, her skirt down by the ankles
of her high heels and her plump ass in the air. Her coltish legs were insanely long
and smooth. Her high heels really made her calves pop, showing off their mass
and curves. He shoved his face into her ass, his nose between her ass cheeks,
and his tongue lapping up her labia from behind. Jean covered her mouth and suppressed her moans. Once she
got her fill and was sufficiently wet, Zach got up and undid the buckle on his
belt and dropped his pants. Jean got on her knees and took his girthy semi into
her mouth. - The subway was running late because of single tracking in
some sections. This resulted in trains filled with commuters, leaving only
standing room. The buses on the streets were no better option than the trains. Traffic
gridlocked the surface streets, while miles of backed-up vehicles congested the
highways. All in all, it was a typical workday. The first boom came as a distant rumble, almost like thunder,
and barely noticeable amidst the fast-paced city life among the citizens. A few
commuters on the packed subway platform glanced up with mild curiosity,
remembering there were no reports of rain in the coming weeks. Most dismissed
it as construction noise or a truck backfiring. Minutes later, a second boom reverberated through the
tunnels, louder this time. The ground trembled ever so slightly, causing the
fluorescent lights to flicker. Unease passed through the crowd. Conversations
hushed for a second before resuming, already forgetting about the faint quakes. On the streets above, the third boom hit with enough force
to rattle windows. Cars sprung on their suspensions, making sounds like coils
on a trampoline. Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, heads rotating as they
searched for the source of the disturbance. The low-bass sound of the booms was
difficult to pinpoint and felt like it originated from everywhere. In office
buildings, workers pressed against windows, squinting at the horizon as they
felt the shockwaves rattle the metal skeleton of their skyscrapers. The fourth impact sent a visible shockwave through the
asphalt, like a stone dropped in a pond. Cracks spider-webbed across sidewalks.
In the gridlocked traffic, drivers gripped their steering wheels, eyes wide
with fear. The once-incessant honking from stressed workers gave way to an
eerie silence. Everyone underground in the subway station became anxious, wondering
what the hell was going on above. Each subsequent tremor dislodged dust and
small chunks of concrete and plaster from the ceiling. Commuters huddled together;
their faces appearing the same as they feared a terrorist attack. "Is it
an earthquake?" someone asked. "Maybe it's bombs," another voice
said, causing some to panic. As the booms grew closer and more frequent, the panic boiled
over. Screams erupted from the streets as people began to run, their instincts telling
them to run before actually seeing the threat. Cars honked and drove into the bumpers
in front of them. It was like a domino effect taking full effect. One person
ran, then another, then a group, and finally the entire city was running on
foot. Those in cars panicked and jumped out to join the crowd. Masses of people
ran as if it was the zombie apocalypse without the zombies. The booms were more rhythmic and far more powerful. Cars
bounced half a foot from each earthquake. From high-rise windows, office
workers watched in disbelief as distant buildings swayed with each impact. In the subway, the panic reached a fevered pitch. The
platform, moments ago, overcrowded with bored people staring at their phones,
now became a frenzied mass of bodies trying to push their way to the exits. The
air grew thick with fear and the pungent smell of sweat. As another boom shook
the station, the lights failed completely, plunging everything into darkness. - Zach’s throbbing cock filled Jean’s tight snatch as he took
her from behind. Papers, pens, and other office supplies on his desk rained
down as they had rough, dirty sex in his office. Jean looked over her shoulder
with a gaping mouth and pleasure painted on her face. Zach stopped thrusting to lean over his assistant’s back and
embrace her tits with his hands. He squeezed her chest, boob-flesh spilling out
between his fingers. “You’re so much bigger than my wife.” He sensually
thrusted his hips into her while he kissed her nape. “Taller and way hotter.” “Leave the bitch,” she said, returning a kiss. “Wouldn't you
rather have a businesswoman for a wife than be married to G.I. Jane?” “Oh, fuck yeah. We can be so successful together.” He kept
squeezing and playing with her large tits in his palms. “Make a fuck ton of
money and buy the city.” “What was that?” Jean broke her kiss and looked around,
alarmed. “Just a thunderstorm.” Zach went back to thrusting. - Harbor Boulevard stretched along the river, forming a
boundary a distinct border between developed city and countryside beyond. Those
stuck in traffic on Harbor Boulevard were the first to see the naked giant
woman. Her bare feet rose from the river and came crashing down onto the packed
streets. Empty cars and crowds of running people disappeared under her foot in
a split second. The giantess had to essentially lunge up from the river onto
the elevated piece of land where the packed road was. River water splashed onto
the road seconds before her other foot touched down, splintering and shattering
the road like brittle graham crackers. Her appearance defied all belief; enough to make some people
stop and take pictures of her with their phones. Some live streamed, and some
uploaded images of the giant woman to social media before the local news
stations could even react. The giant woman took another step without an announcement or
care. It was incredible seeing something so large move, so gracefully and
swiftly, that it melted anyone’s mind trying to reason with what they witnessed.
It also meant she moved too quickly for people to get out of the way. Half a
dozen lives ceased under her right foot in a blink of an eye. But before the
shockwave could even reach people not less than 100 feet away, she was already
taking another step. As her body weight shifted to one foot, she sunk deeper
into the road, disintegrating it into a mishmash of rocky stone. A blast shook the city as the giant woman took yet another
step. Millions of dollars in damages and three lives lost this time. Between
the booms of her steps, the cries and pleas of thousands of citizens filled the
air above the city. Cars weren’t going anywhere with the gridlock and abandoned
vehicles. People had no choice but to run on foot, jumping on top of cars and
hurling themselves away from the giant woman, avoiding her uncaring feet. - Zach climaxed, draining his balls into his personal
assistant without protection. He pulled his wet cock out of her swollen pussy; their
sexual juices splattering on the floor between their expensive shoes, staining
the carpet. “Mmm, what time you have to be home?” Jean asked. Zach looked at his watch. “Well, if things went right, Sasha
will pick me up soon.” The entire office jolted, and Jean could’ve sworn she felt
the building sway. “Was that a fucking earthquake?” “There are no earthquakes in this region,” Zach said,
casually walking up to his floor-to-ceiling window. Jean joined him, standing
almost half an inch taller than him in her heels. “What the hell is going on
down there?” he asked. Jean tapped on Zach’s shoulder, grabbing his attention
before pointing straight ahead out the window. “Is that your wife?” she asked
with a tremor in her voice that got drowned out by another shockwave. - Sasha intently looked down at the packed streets, alive with
one-centimeter-tall people scattering around her feet. They weren’t like bugs.
They were a lot slower and less elegant with their retreat than the scurrying
of six and eight-legged insects. She could hover her barefoot with
white-painted toenails over them for seconds, giving them indications of where
her next step would land, and would still feel their insignificant bodies pop
under her soles as they were too slow—or she was too large. Her left foot aimed for a street that had bumper-to-bumper
cars, mostly abandoned, but some foolish people thought hiding in their cars
would somehow save them from the whims of Sasha’s footsteps. Three more lives
compacted with their vehicles as her foot sank into the ground like mud,
leaving behind a craterous footprint that splintered and cracked foundations
several city blocks from the epicenter of her foot. Another step, another ten lives. The atmosphere felt
distinct at a thousand feet tall. She could feel the layers of different
temperature air throughout the length of her nude body. Even the breeze was
noticeably different. As her mind took in the surreal feeling of being utterly
gigantic, her absentminded walk devastated the lives on the streets. Sasha spotted a bus, packed tightly with people, driving up
the sidewalk, trying to escape her futilely. It was like a game to her. She
timed her strides, already used to the gait of her steps as a giant, and
brought her toe down on the bus. It crumpled like aluminum foil carrying
blueberries. The engine ceased and so did their screams. The forty lives
brought Sasha mild amusement as she rested the rest of her foot where the bus
stood. Even standing still, Sasha noticed how erratic and plain
stupid everyone’s escape attempt was. They ran in front of her, between her
feet, or stopped to take video recordings of her with their phones. Like the
bus, Sasha lifted her right foot, and brought her foot down like a ballerina, tip
of toe pointed straight down, delicately flattening 1 cm people as if she were
popping bubble wrap. Sasha grew immediately bored and wasn’t deriving pleasure
from killing complete strangers. But her mind blanked for a moment, as she continued
popping lives, almost on autopilot. She shook her head and remembered why she was here. She took
another step onto a wide boulevard that was flanked by buildings and structures
that came up to Sasha’s hips. Sasha yelped and threw her arms out for balance
as her foot went right through the street. She had stepped onto a subway
tunnel, its hollow construction underneath the road unable to hold her weight.
Her foot crushed a passing subway, causing a catastrophic loss of life. If
people weren’t crushed, they were flung into each other as the train cars came
to an abrupt halt. Sparks flew as the electrical lines exploded, roasting and
electrocuting anyone touching a conductive surface. “Goddammit. Why me?” Her foot was well under the surface street, past her ankles.
She used a nearby building for balance as pulled her foot out. The top three
stories of the building crushed under her hand, causing the rest of the
building to have structural issues that would last a lifetime. As Sasha dusted herself off, a whiney sound and whirlwind of
air caught her attention. The military base from where she came from was quick
to respond to her sudden gigantic appearance and came to confront her. “That’s far enough, Sergeant.” It was a mech. Specifically, a giant mechanical robot with
two arms, two legs, armed to the teeth with weapons and tech. A giant
mech-warrior designed to fight battles in foreign lands with other
mech-warriors. Modern warfare had moved on from tanks and planes and moved to
giant robots, to the joy of nerds and geeks around the world. While every nation developed bigger and badder
mech-warriors, Sasha’s country made the bold move and experimented on up-scaling
their soldiers. The experiment worked a little too well. The red and gray mech hovered in the sky through a jet
propulsion system coming out of its hands and feet. It flew from the base,
hovered to shout at Sasha, and then landed on an empty street. Sasha’s growth
experiment, if harnessed correctly, would bring a new age of warfare, where
giants from each nation battled each other for supremacy, making mech-warriors obsolete. The number one reason: size. The mech was only a quarter of
her stature, at roughly 250 feet tall. It hardly matched the height of her
knees. An unseen megaphone communicated with the runaway soldier. “Back off, Lieutenant,” Sasha said, her divine voice blasting
throughout the city, enough to set car alarms off and rattle windows. “I don’t
want to hurt you. Let me just deal with my husband.” “Sergeant, you can’t go any further! Do you know how many
people you’ve killed? How much property damage you’ve caused?” Sasha placed her fingers around the head of the
mech-warrior, while gripping the body with her free hand. It was like opening a
large jar of sauerkraut. The titanium structure was no match for the giant
woman. With a nasty squelching sound of twisted metal, she popped free the
head. She peeled it back, sending sparks and flame bursting out in every
direction. The two officers piloting the mech looked up at Sasha with
stunned silence. She was so large; she was on her knees as she destroyed the
head-portion of the mech. What she did was not possible. Mechs were subject to
kinetic ballistics all the time, and those were mostly inconsequential because
of their rugged design. The senior leaders back at base were probably taking
notes and declaring the giant soldier program immensely successful. Now, if
they could only reign in their soldier … “I will level this city if you anyone interrupts me again
before I talk to my husband. Got it?” Without the aid of the megaphone, the two pilots, smaller
than a lozenge, nodded as they trembled in their seats. Sasha flung the head of the mech out into an unspoiled
portion of the city like a frisbee. She straightened her legs out, back to her
impossible height of a thousand feet, and turned back to the city, facing
downtown. She recognized her husband’s building in the center, budding out
taller than the rest. Her eyes squinted as she began walking. - “Oh, my god!” Jean screeched, tapping Zach’s shoulder
frantically with tears running down her cheeks. “She’s stepping on people!
She’s killing them, she’s killing them!” Jean was out of breath, sobbing, as
the horrific scene unfolded in front of her. “Is she coming at us?” Zach’s manhood was throbbing as he watched his once 5’0”
wife dominate the city skyline. She would take a step, and seconds later, he
would feel and hear the reverberations like artillery going off in the distance.
Her cute little feet, which he used to massage after long days, were razing the
streets without impedance. Her titanic weight was causing the city to literally bow
towards her, like someone stepping on a trampoline. Skyscrapers were no longer
the rigid structures they seemed, as now they bowed and drifted in the air like
precariously stacked cards. People were still foolishly running in the middle
of the street, just begging to get crushed by her feet. Her darkened footprints
left thousands of pounds of material compressed into inches, forging unknown
elements under terrific pressure. Biological material from people’s bodies
turned into liquefied stains; the only evidence of their remains were their stained
clothes in these craters. Their earthly remains, evidence of a cruel
apocalyptic petite woman. What drove Zach so hot and bothered by the sight was how
much Sasha didn’t give a shit about the catastrophe being wrought by her feet.
Hundreds dying every minute she walked. If not directly, indirectly through a
myriad of consequences of her gigantic steps. Heart attacks, accidents, people
crushing into each other as they pressed themselves into the lobbies of
buildings, furniture and building material falling on them. Fissures in the
streets swallowed hapless citizens not paying attention. All the while, Zach’s cock begged to be touched. Regardless
of fucking Jean moments ago, he was ready for another round. “Let’s go again!” “Are you insane?” she asked, jabbing him in the shoulder and
stepping back with disgust written on her face. “She’s walking over here on
purpose!” She pointed out the window. Sasha was indeed getting close. The time
between footfalls and shockwaves was growing narrower. “Between her being a
freak giant stepping on people and that look on her face, I bet she’s coming
right for you …” “What?” Zach asked. “Oh, my god—does she know about us?” “I don’t think so.” He shrugged and looked out the window. Sasha
was so much faster than the crowds. People were constantly vanishing under her
cute feet. Zach would think people on the streets would run into buildings, but
the impacts of her footsteps were causing the buildings to buckle and make
awful noises that suggested their metal structures were under stress and about
to fail. This made some people take their chances outdoors. “I can’t be here,” Jean said. “I can’t let her find me
here.” “Calm down, it’ll be alright! Sasha can’t possibly know how
to find us. There are over a hundred floors here!” - While Sasha walked up to her husband’s building, the
pleasant pops of human life exploding under her bare feet continued as she
began counting the floors starting from the roof. The rectangular skyscraper
was all glass, but had distinct floors marked by a gray metal line. When she
reached what she thought was 83, she used her index finger like a scoop to tear
a gash in the edifice. Glass and metal splintered from her massive digit like
brittle paint chips. “Baby,” Sasha said with a devilish smile. The skyscraper was a hair taller than she was. Zach’s floor
came just below her chin, so Sasha had to bend down slightly to match her eyes
with her terrified husband. He was holding onto a tall woman she recognized as
Jean. “What are my little lovers doing?” - The floor sloped down towards the massive hole Sasha
created. Zach and Jean struggled to maintain balance and not get swept by the howling
winds. Papers and office supplies blew out into the void of the environment,
lost to the wind at 840 feet elevation. Jean screamed so loud; Zach thought his ears would pop. They
looked at Sasha and just couldn’t believe how big the petite woman was. Her
eyes alone were larger than them. Irises like beach balls. Her button nose, as
large as a sedan. Sasha’s eyebrows, longer than corn stalks, furrowed in the
center and her nose snarled. Jean pissed herself out of fright. Her urine and
Zach’s cum running down her skinny thighs. The wind was so great, Jean felt
like she was going to be blown any second. She pushed off Zach’s embrace and
tried to go back to the door of the office. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sasha asked. Her own
voice created a hot, sticky breeze that put mother nature’s own howling wind to
shame. Not only did her breath slam into them like a truck, but the soundwaves
from her speaking also shook their core and almost stopped their hearts. Sasha’s hand moved so quickly, Jean never saw the van-sized
digits pluck her, lifting her off her feet, and out of the skyscraper. Jean's eyes bulged as she looked around. She kicked her legs
and saw the street some 900 feet below. Past Sasha’s tits and pubic mound, she
could barely make out her feet far below, embedded in the street. They looked
peaceful and delicate among the chaos they were causing. Sasha turned Jean’s body, so she was eye-to-face with the
terrified tiny woman. “You sleeping with my man?” “No, no, no!” Jean wiggled as the giant pinned her arms to
her side. She couldn’t move an inch from the grip of the pissed off giant. “Please,
I’m begging. Please, Sasha, don’t kill me!” “Cunt.” Sasha squeezed her index finger and thumb, eliciting
one last blood-curdling scream before Jean popped like a ketchup packet. Sasha
twisted her fingers, smearing the tiny corpse until it was liquefied. “Goddammit, Sasha!” Zach shouted at the top of his lungs. “What?” Sasha asked, her demeanor completely changing. “What’s
wrong?” “You didn’t have to kill her so fast.” Sasha shrugged. “Whatever.” After making a dismissive face, she
wiped the gore off using her hips. Sasha then became bubbly. “So, what do you
think?” she whispered, spinning around, causing a dozen mini-quakes and shaking
the building more profusely. “I can get used to this!” “Babe, this is the hottest I’ve ever seen you!” “Aww, that’s so cute! And you’re so adorable, that tiny.” “And you’re so loud! It’s like talking to a tornado! So, the
experiment worked, I see. Does that mean he grew also? Please tell me he
grew.” “Umm, yeah, but there’s a slight change with that. I had to
get a different guy, but I think you’ll be okay with it.” “What? That wasn’t part of the plan.” “It’s okay, you’ll like him.” Zach let out a breath. “Does he have a big cock at least?” Sasha smiled widely. “Oh, yeah. But enough about him. Did
you fuck Jean before I killed her, at least?” Zach shook his head like he was snapping out of a dream.
“Let’s go back into character. Ask me again, but like we talked about.” Sasha nodded and took a breath. Her cheery disposition faded,
and in came the jilted lover. “You little cheating insect. Did you fuck Jean?”
She pointed her index finger, still stained with Jean’s blood, at him. “Sasha, I can explain.” “So, you did?” She lifted her brows. “Well … Okay, maybe I did, but it’s your fault!” “My fault?” She grabbed either side of the building with her
hands and squeezed. The metal framework of the structure groaned under the
stress of the giant woman’s coiling fist. “How in the fuck is this my fault?” “You’re never around for me, Sasha. Always at the base,
working late and sometimes not even coming home.” His dress shirt was
unbuttoned and flowed in the breeze. His wife’s face lowered and came close to
his miniscule body. She was bigger than he’d imagined. If he wanted to, he
could climb up her nostril given their size difference. “Jean was there for me,
and you weren’t!” “Oh, my god, sweetie,” she said, full of concern. “Is this
how you really feel?” “Character, Sasha! Stay in character!” “Oh, yeah.” She cleared her throat. “That doesn’t
give you the right to fuck another woman behind my back, Zach. When I’m through
with you, I’ll make you wish you were never alive.” She reached into his office
with two fingers and extracted him with tender care. Once safe in his wife’s palm, Sasha used her free hand to
smash through the side of the building with her fist. The high-rise held, but she
left a gaping hole where she struck. Fortunately, for most, those top floors
had been evacuated. Sasha turned to walk, not even attempting to stick to the
roads. She plowed through knee-high buildings, breaking them apart as if they
were made of wet, compacted sand. Zach crawled to the edge of Sasha’s palm and
looked at the destruction wrought by her toned legs. - Zach knew about the project. Sasha spilled the secrets in
bed, knowing her husband’s kink for giant people with ultimate powers. When
Sasha said she was a prime candidate for growth, Zach’s mind swam with
possibilities. His loving wife … she dove into his kink by reading stories, sharing
photos of giant women, and even watching videos with him. She was as much part
of the size-community as he was. “Are you sure?” Sasha asked him during sex. “For real. I’m not even joking.” “But I might kill people if I’m that big.” He thrusted hard, not letting up on his ferocity or speed.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the vigor from her husband was
something else. “Don’t you think that’s hot, babe?” he panted as his thrusts
slowed. “You love me? Want to make my dream come true? If you do, you won’t
care about those bugs at your feet. Flattened the entire city, if you gotta.
Please make my dream come true. I want to see you as a goddess who doesn’t give
a shit about anyone but yourself. This entire city’s history and the people in
it, is just for us to cum.” After sex, while lying next to each other, sweaty and barely
awake, Sasha said she’ll do it. They both smiled and kissed. This was a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to live out an impossible fantasy. So, what if a
few hundred thousand died? “Who’s your experiment partner?” “Derek.” “You think you can get him on board?” “I think so.” “Good.” - The project was a success, and all experiments proved up-scaling
was possible. Sasha told Derek a little about the plan, and he scoffed at the
idea. “You don’t want to fuck me?” she asked. “Not as giants, weirdo.” Sasha didn’t bother explaining the details in full after
that outburst. The older man walked away from Sasha, shaking her head. Sasha,
in her tight military uniform, looked despondent as she walked down the rows of
science fiction-esque equipment. They glowed with large incandescent
light bulbs and hummed like generators. An empty platform had a large apparatus
resembling a gun pointed at it. Only the right type of human was capable of up-scaling.
Sasha was one of them. So was Derek. There was also … “I couldn’t help overhear your conversation,” Miles said. “I
don’t think Zach would appreciate you talking like that.” Sasha laughed with her arms crossed. “It was Zach’s idea.”
She looked up at him. Miles was a new recruit, hardly a year in, and didn’t even
possess rank insignia because he was so low on the totem pole. Sasha had
invited Miles over to her place months ago to help her husband work on their
car. Zach and Miles really hit it off since then. They had a lot in common and
started hanging out as friends. Sharing drinks, watching the game, and just
everyday guy stuff. “Zach’s idea is for you fucking another guy?” “There’s a little more to it than that.” A light bulb went
on in her head. “Hey, Miles, would you want to fuck me?” “Is this a trick question?” Sasha shook her head. “Come here. I want to show you
something.” Sasha gave the stud a crash course on the size kink. She
showed him images and shared the hottest scenarios she knew with him. She
described how power was a turn-on. How a city bending to the whims of a horny
couple was insanely intoxicating to her and Zach. By the end, Miles was
breathing heavily, getting hard looking at fake images of naked women stomping
on cities. Miles knew what a cuckold was, but mixed in with a bull over
a thousand feet tall? That was new. And extremely intriguing. Sasha gave him
the lowdown on her husband's fantasy for her and another man. “Show me your dick.” They were in the hanger's corner, hidden behind pallets of
equipment. He undid his uniform trousers and pulled out his monster. Sasha
gasped. His soft dick was inches bigger than Zach’s erect member. Sasha gave
him multiple compliments which boosted Miles’s self-esteem. She put his
anaconda back in his pants. “You think we can get away with it?” Miles asked. “If this isn’t for you, forget it.” She shook her head
dismissively and started walking away. She shook her ass in her tight uniform
for Miles to see. “Wait, I’m in.” “Awesome. Now, remember, lots of destruction for Zach.
That’ll make his day.” She walked up to the console among some scientist and
began dialing in some numbers. “Remember, like we planned. They’ll think I grew
by accident and I’m out to take revenge on Zach because he’s cheating on me.” “What’s he really doing?” “Cheating on me.” “What?” “When I text him, today is the day, he’ll convince this
little whore that’s been eyeing him like a puppy to fuck him. Don’t ask
questions, it’s just part of our kink. So, while I’m out stepping on everyone,
people here will freak. You—you convince them to grow you, so you can stop me.” “Perfect. And they can’t shrink us, because all the
experiments have shown—” “It takes 72 hours for the matter to stabilize to be
re-altered.” Sasha finished setting the dials. It was a slow part of the day,
and some scientists were packing up, getting ready to head home. The hanger was
mostly dark, except for the lights coming off the equipment and the growth
platform, so Sasha could move freely without arousing suspicion. “Okay, when I step over there, flip the switch. Remember
everything I said. Don’t chicken out me!” “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” - Sasha shook an apartment building that was about eight
inches tall, using her long fingers grabbing the top stories. Sure enough, this
frightened those inside who took refuge to come running out. Big mistake. Sasha
planted her heel into the road and then lowered the ball of her feet over seven
people. She reduced them to a goopy blob of viscera that stained her dirty
soles. She kept pressing down until her foot crushed the water mains buried
deep underground. Zach stroked himself as he watched his giant wife lay waste
from city-block to city-block. More and more people were hiding indoors, but
with some encouragement, she coaxed them out of their hiding place, and would then
stomp on them when they came out in the open. “I want to play with your tits, babe!” he shouted from her
palm. Sasha couldn’t stay in character. She was all smiles, seeing her tiny
hubby so ecstatic with her growth. She brought him up to her hard nipple and
let him play with them. Sasha moaned, seeing how small he was compared to her
nipple. Sasha was on her knees, plunging her fingers into her pussy
as her husband rubbed his body against her nipple. He chewed and squeezed the
boulder-sized nipple, causing his wife to squirm under his touch. - Miles walked through a suspension bridge that crossed the
river. The bridge was so full of cars and scurrying people, he couldn’t even
see the road. The flimsy structure disintegrated against his lower abs, causing
destruction and people to rain down on his lower body. Barely introduced to size kink, and he already understood
the appeal. He was powerful—godly even. He was so proud of his nation for this
scientific breakthrough. They now had a clear upper hand in warfare while all foreign
powers lagged behind. He couldn’t wait to go fight mech-warriors or whatever
technology they had to throw at him. Miles felt unstoppable. He took a small step up the riverbank and into the city. His
foot was wider than the roads and dwarfed the tiny footprints left behind by
Sasha. For a moment, he didn’t move, but took in the miniature city that
sprawled in front of him like literal toys. He could see the boundary of the
city from his high vantage point. Dense, packed buildings in the center, with thousands of
smaller buildings that stretched out like an outcropping on a rocky shore. There
were millions of people in the immediate metropolitan area, and he knew they
were all looking at him, waiting for him to make his next move. The structures around his feet were like matchboxes. Smaller
than his cell phone, as if they were constructed out of rectangular crackers.
Miles lifted his foot slightly and brought it down on three apartments. They
even crunched like crackers. He looked around for Sasha, but saw something even
more interesting. Maybe ten inches high? It was on his military’s
mech-warrior, partially destroyed by the looks of it. Odd seeing the humanoid
robot missing its head. As he got closer, he could see two officer pilots
standing the broken-out cockpit. They were jumping up and down, trying to grab
his attention. Miles looked at the robot, analyzing the antiquated weapon
system. He was so—much bigger than the 250-foot tall mech-warrior that only came
up to his shin. This? This was what he had to fight as a giant soldier? Miles
laughed internally. Military technology moved at a slow pace. Nations have
fought wars with mechs for the past 20 years. The first model was 50 feet tall,
and every year they became bigger and deadlier. But Miles’s nation was going
from 250 antique killer robots to him—a 1400-foot-tall god. Miles convinced the scientist to up-scale him larger than Sasha,
so he could subdue her easily. That was his excuse, at least. Little did they
know, he secretly just wanted to be far bigger and really dive into size kink
all out. This fantasy his good friend had was the real deal. Though Miles’s
cock was soft, blood started flooding in, making it plump, but still hang
heavily from his pelvis. His soft cock rivaled the size of the robot at his
feet. Speaking of which … “Sirs, nothing personal, but I gotta test how effective your
weapon is against me.” Miles lifted his foot over the robot. The officers shouted
something that went unheard. Miles brought his foot and crushed the titanium
robot. Though the metallic object tried to withstand the pressure of the giant
foot, it sunk into the ground a good hundred feet before reaching a tough bedrock.
At that point, it crumpled under the giant’s foot. Miles didn’t stop until he
flattened the military’s last generation weapon. - “There he is!” Sasha said, pulling her husband from her
nipple to show him the giant on the horizon. “Whoa, he looks great as a giant.” “Is that … is that Miles?” Zach shouted. “It wasn’t supposed
to be him! It was supposed to be … what’s his face?” “He chickened out. C’mon, what’s wrong with Miles? You like
him.” “He’s, my friend. I don’t want to see that cocky asshole
fuck you.” “Oh,” Sasha said, shrugging. “If it wasn’t him, then it
would’ve just been me. So, you should thank Miles for going along with this.” “What? Fuck that. I wanted someone I didn’t know. And—I
didn’t want you to kill Jean so soon. Who am I supposed to fuck now?” Sasha rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I even allowed you to
fuck that slut.” “Lucky? Allowed me? None of this wouldn’t have happened if it
weren’t for me.” “Ugh, you’re so annoying. Can I eat you now?” “No, not anymore! This isn’t right! And is …” Zach’s voice
trailed off as he watched Miles walk towards downtown. Scores of buildings collapsed
vertically, while those at his feet toppled over like falling trees. “He’s
bigger than you!” Sash looked at the giant who was on the other side of the
metropolis. Even from such a great distance, she could tell Miles was much
larger than she was. His footsteps created shockwaves that took over ten
seconds to travel to her kneeling position. Cars and people bounced around her,
caused by the giant who was miles away. Even though Sasha was a giant herself,
she felt like Miles was in another class and his footsteps impressed her. “Whoa!” - Miles had to walk out towards the edge of the city before he
spotted people running out in the streets, making an escape attempt on foot or by
car. It was actually nice walking on the other edge of the city, where buildings
were no taller than three or four inches. He took out roads and buildings in
single footfalls, scores of people snuffed out inconsequentially to him. He remembered something Sasha said. Zach’s kink that sounded
appalling at first, yet intriguing the more he let his mind wander. Swallowing
little people alive. How horrible a fate to be consumed by a giant and reduced
to nothing more than insignificant calories. He spotted a large transportation hub that connected buses
to the subway system. He dropped to his knees and sat on his ankles, so the
station was between his muscular thighs. Miles tore the building apart, one
layer at a time, until he came to the underground station. Sure enough,
hundreds of panicking people clogged the station, treating it like a storm
shelter from the giant. Miles grinned as he loomed over all of them. His heavy,
flaccid cock hung over their heads, and that’s when he got a good perspective
on just how tiny people were to him. They were as tall as a grain of rice. Just
the purple-tip of his penis was the size of a small home to him. This was when
the power of his body really hit home. People were nothing to his god-like
body. He was just so fucking large compared to them. They were nothing but … a
snack to him. His mouth watered as looked at the colorful dots shoved into
each other, freaking out and trying to find escape. Some jumped on the rails,
but Miles was quick to smash the tunnels, blocking the exits with rubble. Soon,
hundreds were trapped on the platform like fish in a tank. Within arm’s reach, there was a construction site with various
building materials and equipment left out. Miles grabbed a metal pipe, probably
primed to be used as plumping. It was a large, 7-foot diameter pipe, but to
him, it was like a thin straw. “Thank you all for giving yourselves to me in service of
your country.” He licked his lips. He lowered his face into the hole of the station and slipped
the pipe between his lips. And without further fanfare, he began to inhale.
Winds that surpassed the destructive force of hurricanes sucked up scores of
people through the pipe as if they were made of dust. Shrieks and cries for
mercy couldn’t overcome the howling volumes of the suction. He whisked people
up through the straw like cocaine. Their bodies flew through the 25-foot-long pipe and into the
giant’s mouth. Miles collected at least 20 people in his mouth before pausing
his inhalation to allow his drooling saliva to flow over the people like magma.
He swallowed most of them in a single gulp. Three people got stuck between his
molars or were in the pouch of his cheek. His tongue found them and dislodged
them for a second, smaller gulp. While they traveled down his esophagus, he went for seconds.
They ran from him like ants, but it was futile. He sucked and swallowed them in
one go. The straw moved faster than they could run. There was nowhere to
hide in the station as he quickly vacuumed everyone within sight. The station,
which was a refuge for hundreds, became eerily silent as Miles inhaled the last
screaming woman within. With one last swallow, he rose back up into his seated
position. He tossed the straw somewhere into the city, feeling the fullness of
his stomach. He let out a burp that shattered windows and scared the shit of a
few survivors hiding under benches. Miles stroked his cock as he closed his eyes. He could feel
hundreds of people fighting for their lives inside his stomach. Where was this
fantasy all his life? Now that he discovered this kink and would become a giant
soldier as part of his duty, he was looking forward to the future. He will
level foreign cities with unabashed abandon. If he would do this to his own
countrymen, nations at war had another thing coming. His cock was hard and hungry for something else. He needed
Sasha. Miles got up and saw the petite woman waving at him from downtown. His
cock twitched, pre-cum oozing out from his slit. He walked in a straight line
towards her, purposefully walking out of his way to demolish high-rises that
defied him by still standing tall. - “Sasha, I changed my mind,” Zach said upon seeing Miles.
That young guy was too much of stud and didn’t compare to the piece of tail he
had earlier. He was actually jealous that Sasha got a better partner than he
did. “I don’t want Miles to see me. Can you set me down somewhere safe? I want
to get out of here.” Sasha giggled. “Back in character, huh? Okay, I’ll play
along.” “Sasha, stop this! Nothing is going the way I want it to.” “Shut up, you little crybaby.” “I’m not playing!” He jumped up and down on her palm. “Don’t
let Miles see me like this!” Miles pushed a skyscraper with his hand, destroying several
stories before the entire structure collapsed. Dust and debris billowed from
the city from his walk, like the wake of a dust devil in the desert. He was
big. Way bigger than Sasha. The top of her head was right below his
well-defined pecs, and the tip of his erect cock reached her tits. “I fucking love this,” Miles said. “Where’s the little guy?” “Right here! Can’t you believe it? I caught him cheating on
me with another woman!” Sasha lifted her palm way up, past her head so that the
giant man can see. “She’s gone. I smushed her between my fingers. I need to get
rid of him, though.” “Give him to me,” Miles said. “Wait no!” Zach shouted. Miles took Sasha’s wrist with one hand and tilted it, so his
tiny friend landed on his palm. Zach felt sickened immediately upon landing on
a giant man’s hand. Especially his former drinking buddy. “Damn, bro. You never told me about this giant stuff. I can’t
believe you kept your mouth shut, knowing I was part of the experiment. Must’ve
driven you crazy knowing I was gonna be a giant.” “He was!” Sasha said. “He couldn’t stop talking about it.” Miles laughed. “Sasha, you want to suck my cock while I talk
to your husband?” Sasha nodded with a slight grin and bent over to take the
giant meat in her mouth. Not even fully hard, and Miles’s cock was tough to
handle. Miles groaned upon feeling the small mouth trying to wrangle
with his cock. He looked down at his friend with a satisfied grin. “I wish you
told me you were into this,” Miles said. Zach was so small in his hand that he
got lost in the lines that made up his palm print. “I always thought Sasha was
hot. I’ve always wanted to fuck her behind your back. But I guess fucking her
in front of the world would do.” Sasha took the cock out of her mouth and lapped it up like an
ice cream cone. She ran her tongue from base to tip, her tongue drying in the
process because of its great length. “Okay Miles, you had your fun. Give me back to Sasha.” The giant’s super-hearing picked up the squeaking of his
miniscule friend. “What? Already? I haven’t played with you yet.” “Play with me? Gross! I want Sasha to hold me.” “Gross? I thought this was your fantasy. You know how many
people I crushed and ate already?” Zach’s heart stopped. “You ate people?” “Yeah, a lot! My stomach’s stuffed.” Zach shook his head. “Sasha’s supposed to eat people! That’s
my fantasy! I just want you to fuck her at the end of her
rampage, as a cherry on top, for her fun. You were supposed to be smaller, not
eat people, and—and just stay in the fucking background. This is about Sasha,
not you!” Miles's laugh was like cluster bombs going off in the city.
The reverberations expanded outwards like rolling thunder. “This is as much about me,” Miles said, “as it is her.” He
reached out with his free hand to the back of Sasha’s head and guided her head
on his cock. With one last thrust, he shoved his cock so far down her throat, she
gagged. “Stop! I hate this now. Shrink back down, deal is off.” “Nah, Sasha told me how this ends.” “What about her eating me? I don’t want that anymore.” “I was thinking I’ll eat you, bud.” “Eww! Fucking gross.” “Suck my balls, Sasha.” Miles brought his palm closer to his
eyes, while Sasha took in his testicles into her mouth. She held his girthy
shaft up, which probably would’ve taken three of her hands to cover, to reach
his balls. Miles laughed upon seeing Zach up close. “You’re pitching a tent,
dude!” “No, I’m not!” Zach covered himself. “You’re getting off on me being a God, aren’t you? You can’t
even see your wife sucking my dick, which means you’re getting hard off of me.” “Fuck off, Miles.” “Were you always like this? When we drank beers together,
were you secretly looking at my crotch and daydreaming about being tiny around
me?” “Knock it off!” Miles moaned as Sasha continued sucking and stroking his
cock. “I bet you dreamed about me eating and crushing people, too, huh? It’s alright
to admit, you little bitch boy.” “Give me back to Sasha!” “C’mon, dude, take off your clothes. I want to see your
micro-penis.” Zach held up a middle finger. “I’ll throw myself off your
hand before I do that.” Miles pinched Zach between his index finger and thumb and
held him up to his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, bro. But tell you what,
I’ll shove you up my piss slit if you don’t start fucking listening to me right
now! Got it?” Zach trembled as the voice of God literally spoke down to
him. His giant friend quickly returned him to his upturned palm. “Take off your clothes, bitch boy. I want to see if you’re
rocking a hard cock because of me.” Zach was still shaking from having Miles yell at him. He
thought his eardrums would implode or his heart stopping from the force of the
voice alone. He was way more menacing than Sasha was, even when she ripped his
building and crushed Jean between her fingers. Zach dropped his clothes in a
pile on the palm, which the wind took away with a gust. He was over 1000 feet
up in the air, after all. Miles brought his tiny friend close up to his eyes. Far
closer than Zach was comfortable with. He saw those giant pupils, larger than a
refrigerator, shrink down as they focused on his little body. He felt the heat
coming off from the giant, which kept him warm. That, coupled with Miles’s gaze,
made Zach feel so small. “I knew it,” Miles said with a grin. “You’re hard.” He
chuckled. “You have a boner for me, you little fruitcake. I mean, that’s fine
and all. How come you never told me you had feelings for me like this?” “I fucking don’t!” Zach covered his hard-on with his hands. “Move your fucking hands.” Miles tapped on Sasha’s shoulder
and said to her, “Take a break, Sasha. Come look at your husband. His dick is
hard for me. Did you know he’s bi?” Sasha lifted a brow. Miles lowered her hand for her to see.
She had to squint hard to see his tiny erection. “Zach?” “I’m not hard for him!” Zach shouted. “Honey, you
know it’s my stupid fantasy. You all are so big!” “Yeah, we are. Especially me. Hey dude, check out my cock.”
Miles lowered his hand alongside his shaft. “I bet if you were hard before,
you’re probably diamonds right now. It’s okay, bro. You can beat off to the
sight of my monster cock. Think of me as your god.” “Shut up!” Zach shouted, but went unheard, being so far away
from the ears of the giants. But Miles was right. Zach was throbbing to the
point his own cock hurt. Miles’s cock was the length of a 20-story building.
The veins were thicker than the widest part of his body. Sasha’s saliva was
still on the shaft and made it glint in the lowering sun. Miles took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly. “Holy
shit, my cock must be so scary to you. I can’t wait to fuck your wife with it.
Wanna see that?” Miles rose his hand again, forcing Zach to lie flat on the
palm because of the sudden GeForce pulling him down. He was back up to the
giant’s face. “I’m the only one around here that can satisfy her,” Miles
said. “Ain’t that right, babe?” “You know it,” Sasha said sensually. She wrapped her arms
around the giant and stroked him off. “Hey Zach, bro, beat off for me.” “No. I’ve told you already. This isn’t my fantasy.” “Alright, alright, this might help you out.” Without saying a word, Miles shoved Sasha around and pressed
down on her shoulder so that she got on all fours among the still-standing structures
in the downtown area. Her hands sunk into the soft roads, and unfortunately for
her, she couldn’t spot any tiny people scurrying about. They probably had
enough time to retreat to the outer edges of the city. Miles also got on his knees and positioned himself behind
the much smaller giant woman. He dropped Zach on the tip of his hard cock and
said, “Better run, bro.” The tip contacted Sasha’s pussy from behind, eliciting
a moan from her. “You’re lucky she’s small. It’s gonna take me a minute.” Miles thrusted forward. The purple head splitting through
her labia, but coming under too much resistance from her tight snatch, he
couldn’t shove his entire cock into her. Sasha screeched in pleasure. Zach ran
down the length of his friend’s penis, trying to avoid becoming a stain on his
wife’s pussy. “Oh, fuck, you’re tight. It’s like fucking a fleshlight.” Zach panted as he reached the base of his friend’s giant
cock. Zach grabbed hold of his black pubic hair, the size or ropes, and held on
for dear life as more of the giant shaft entered the pussy. Miles was holding
onto Sasha’s hips as he pumped slowly into her. “Okay, beat off now,” Miles said. “You know you want to,
little bitch.” Zach sighed. He was right. He tugged on his little cock as
he watched Miles’s 200-foot-long cock disappear into his wife. Their moans made
everything so much hotter. Miles squeezed and spread Sasha’s ass cheeks so that
Zach could get an up-close view of her asshole. But the sight of such a
monstrous cock getting swallowed up by his wife’s pussy was so alluring to
watch. Zach felt himself about to cum when … Miles plucked him and lifted him back to his eyes. “You
came, bro? Good shit.” “No, I didn’t. Put me back.” “Nah, man, that’s weird. I’m just gonna eat you now.” “What!” Zach shouted at the top of his lung. “I’m not
finished yet. And the deal was that Sasha would eat me.” “Fuck that. I want to eat you.” “No, no, no. This isn’t my fantasy.” “I don’t give a shit about your fantasy. It’s about what I
want.” “Are you … Are you playing with me? Wait, were you in
character this entire time?” “The hell you talking about?” “Miles stop! I want to watch my wife fuck and destroy the
city—and after all that, she’ll eat me.” “How about this …? I eat you. Digest you. My body absorbs
you. You become my cum, trapped in my balls. Next time your wife gives me a
blowjob, she’ll swallow my cum. It’s like you get double-eaten. Lot better, huh?” “Are you fucking kidding me? Put me down asshole, I’m so
fucking done with you all.” Miles flicked Zach into his open mouth. Putting no effort
into gulping, Miles tilted his head back so he could feel the little thing fall
to the back of his mouth. With the slightest of swallows, he sent his tiny
friend down his throat. Sasha looked over her shoulder. “Wait, what did you do to
Zach?” “Yeah, I fulfilled his dumbass fantasy.” With Zach out of the way, Miles went to town fucking Sasha.
He propped one foot up and thrusted into the petite woman in constant waves
that battered the petite woman. Bored with that position, he had her turn and faced
him. They kissed and embraced each other tightly as he continued impaling her
with his building-sized cock. He shoved her into skyscrapers that imploded like confetti.
They trampled over city blocks, crunchy, dried leaves on pavement as they
sought untouched parts of the city to fuck. They rolled over and razed suburbs
under their long legs and asses. Miles fucked Sasha standing up, Sasha using a
skyscraper for support before it collapsed under their weight. - 320 people inside Miles’s stomach wailed and prayed for
mercy. Something about his stomach acids didn’t kill them right away. So, they
were to suffer inside his stomach, as the contents sloshed around while he
fucked a giant woman. Though dark inside the cavern, hundreds of cell phones
illuminated some of the stomach like Christmas lights. People called their
loved ones to inform they were in the giant's belly, and even held video calls
with their crying faces, knowing they’d never escape. Some of these video calls
were recorded and would be shared in news stories in the future, in which Miles
would watch and jerk off to. The stomach sloshed like a wave pool in a water park. Sometimes
it turned into a washing machine and whirlpool that sent hundreds of people for
a ride. They collided and landed on each other. Some drowned, some crushed
under the mass of people. But for whatever reason, they were not digested.
Instead, they were subject to the torment of the giant’s movement as he fucked
his partner. Zach punched the stomach lining of his giant friend. This
was not how it was supposed to go! The focus was supposed to be his wife,
dammit! She was supposed to be the bigger one! The one causing the destruction.
The one fucking a no-name giant. She was supposed to be eating and digesting
hundreds of people. Not his goddamn drinking buddy! Just as he wallowed in self-pity, everyone heard screams
coming from above. It started raining people by scores, as Miles had another
feast. People dropped like sacks of potatoes. In the darkness, and scant
lighting from phones, people piled high into a living mound, struggling to stay
on top. Zach got hit by two large bodies falling on him, knocking
him out. On top of everything that went wrong, he would sleep through the
digestive process. Not even being awake to enjoy the renewed screams of people as
their skins and bodies melted away whenever the digestion began. - After feasting on a cargo plane full of survivors that were
getting ready to take off, Miles threw the empty fuselage off to the side.
Sasha was sprawled out on a bed of single-family homes, taking a nap from their
marathon sex session. Miles walked back to the
downtown section and took a piss, aiming his stream at the glass edifice of the
still standing structures. His yellow urine was a jet stream that sliced
through the buildings as if they were made of snow. Streets flooded as he emptied
his bladder. It was crass, disgusting,
unappealing—but he didn’t give a fuck. Epilogue === The soldier up-scaling project was a complete success. The
giant soldiers outperformed and surpassed expectations. Sure, the soldiers destroyed
a home city, millions of people displaced, and hundreds of thousands of people
were dead, but the program would save so many more lives in the future. Sasha and Miles were all the home country needed as a
military force. They deployed them to rival nations where they met scant
resistance. The couple destroyed mech-warriors as if they were action figures.
They leveled cities like leveling sandcastles at the beach. They made love on
capital cities and flooded rivers with their fluids. Sasha and Miles also became more athletically toned as their
diet of foreigners accelerated and promoted muscle growth. Eating people alone
had real implications for the populations around the world. Thousands perished
in their stomachs as after-sex meals. Other countries offered peace treaties before the giant
couple arrived. They offered everything and bent to the will of the nation with
the giants. But whatever they offered—it was never enough. Millions would die
under Sasha and Miles. And it all started with a little fantasy from a cuck.
Chapter 1
Word Count: 9515
Added: 03/13/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025