Summary: Maggie
loves her dog Gracie more than anything else in the world, preferring her pet
over most people. Maggie is out for a
walk in the busy city streets with her beloved pup when she suddenly grows
gigantic, finding herself towering over everyone and everything. The people of the city tremble in fear as a newly
giant Maggie searches for her precious Gracie amongst the tiny landscape.
Disclaimer:
This is NOT a furry story.
Please be advised that this story will contain violent
imagery and descriptions of graphic nature that is considered sensitive to
uninitiated audiences. No characters in
this story are based on anyone real, living, or dead and are purely
coincidental. All references to
products, items, or applications in this story are trademarks owned
by their respective companies.
This story will describe gore and death in explicit
detail that may not be suitable for all audiences.
Categories: Giantess,
Young Adult 20-29,
Unaware,
Crush,
Feet,
Footwear,
Growing Woman,
Violent,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: Titan (101 ft. to 500 ft.)
Shrink: None
Size Roles: F/f, F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences, This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 4
Completed: Yes
Word count: 22936
Read: 13324
Published: December 27 2023
Updated: February 01 2024
1. Chapter 1 - Let's Go for a Walk by Panzer
2. Chapter 2 - Loose Leash by Panzer
3. Chapter 3 - All for What? by Panzer
4. Epilogue by Panzer
Chapter 1 - Let's Go for a Walk by Panzer
Author's Notes:
https://www.buymeacoffee.com/panzergrove
Reference pictures:
Maggie:
https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/b/beautiful-woman-dog-cute-attractive-girl-fluffy-42970578.jpg
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In this Chapter: Maggie
is out enjoying her day before she grows in the middle of downtown.
Main
Tags of This Chapter: Setup.
Growth. Unaware. Crush.
Gore.
“Come on, Gracie, aww… that’s a good girl” Maggie spoke
in a cutesy baby voice as her dog eagerly trotted up next to her on the
sidewalk. It was a sweltering hot day in
the bustling coastal metropolis, buildings and skyscrapers towering upward and all
around. People out and about on the walkways,
heavy traffic flowing through the busy streets, a partly cloudy sky up above
not nearly giving enough shade for the million people who called Hartsport home. Maggie gently tugging at the glittery pink leash
wrapped around her fingers, pulling against the fake sparkling diamond collar
of her tiny, fluffy, panting Pomeranian.
Maggie had adopted the adorable Gracie when she went
off to university at 18 so she didn’t have to feel alone during her time at school,
now at 24 years old, Maggie was living in her own nice apartment near downtown
after landing a decent paying job in the ever-booming tech industry of Hartsport.
She
felt even luckier to be working from home most of the time, only having to go
to her office two days a week. Her company’s
building was conveniently only a few streets away too, Maggie almost always
coming home during her lunch break to walk Gracie as it was much more
fulfilling to her than getting food with any of her fellow colleagues.
Maggie
considered her little pup her best friend in the entire world, Maggie having a
few acquaintances she would go out with sometimes, but nobody whom she would
consider very close to her. Graice being
there with her every single day for the last 6 years. Through difficult classes, through depressing
job searches, through two bad boyfriends, and on to her eventual success, but
it was just her and Gracie, exactly how Maggie preferred it.
Since the temperature only seemed to be rising each day,
approaching the middle of summer in the busy city, Maggie opted for simple blue
denim short shorts, a white crop top, and comfy high-top sneakers. Her olive tanned skin soaking in the afternoon
sun’s rays as she sweated a bit, the intense heat was something she would never
get used to, growing up in a much colder city across the country before making
the drastic switch.
She sat down at a table shaded by a large umbrella, the
small café a few blocks away from her cozy apartment. The café becoming her favorite local spot as
the owners were kind enough to put out dog bowls full of water and some tasty treats
for passerby’s and their pets. Maggie
scrolling through her phone and responding to a few messages on some dating
apps while Gracie gulped down her water and a few nibbles beneath the table.
Maggie
giggling as almost every message she opened on the dating app complimented her
pup, uncoincidentally, as each picture she posted of herself on her profile also
happened to be with Gracie with the caption in her about me, “I’ll never like
you as much as I like my dog!”.
Maggie chuckling more as many of the men happily agreed
while others were so desperate to take her out on a date that they would say
anything just to get the brunette beauty’s attention. Then came the more insulting messages, pretty
typical as Maggie had thousands of likes, there was bound to be angry men
taking out their jealousy and frustrations on her. “Your dog is almost as ugly as you are…” one
of the messages read as Maggie grumbled and quickly reported the sender for
harassment.
“Oh, he’s cute…” Maggie mumbled under her breath as she
swiped on a guy who had liked her, Maggie beginning to reply to his sweet
message about Gracie before the waiter came out of the cafe and walked up to
Maggie’s table.
Immediately,
Gracie started to yap and bark at the waiter to protect her owner, “Gracie,
shh!” Maggie quickly hushed the fluffy Pomeranian as Gracie sat and quieted
down, listening to her master, Maggie politely setting her phone face down on
the table.
“Hey again, may I get anything started for you?” the
younger waiter said with a humble smile, doing a great job of maintaining
direct and unbroken eye contact as Maggie adjusted her crop top upward to hide
her larger cleavage, sitting up and clearing her throat.
“Just an iced chai latte with oat milk for now, thanks”
Maggie said as she politely smiled back, recognizing the waiter from the last
few times she had visited the café.
“Sure thing!” the younger waiter said before he walked back
inside. Maggie tapping on her lap as
Gracie immediately leaped upward and nuzzled herself atop Maggie’s thighs,
Maggie patting and petting the well-behaved pup. A few minutes later, the waiter came out with
chilled glass filled with creamy chai and ice, setting the drink down in front
of Maggie who simply smiled and kept petting Gracie. “I also got you a little something…” the
waiter said as he sat a small paper cup down on the table filled with whipped
cream.
“Oh my god!
That’s so sweet of you, thank you!” Maggie happily chimed. Maggie grabbing the cup and holding it in
front of Gracie’s mouth as Gracie instantly started to lick the whipped cream
in a frantic craze, slurping it up and wagging her cute tail as fast as she
could with obvious excitement.
“You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything else…
or if you… uh… never mind… just holler if you need anything, I’m Zach” the
sweetly anxious waiter said as he shuffled off to help another table full of
customers. Maggie sighed, Zach was okay
looking, but not really Maggie’s type, instead she took a sip at her cold drink
as a nice breeze blew through the city, cooling off Maggie for a few blissful
seconds.
“I can’t wait to take you the park today!” Maggie
cutely said down to Gracie’s as she wagged her curled tail, Gracie obviously thrilled
upon hearing the word, “park”. Gracie
jumping off Maggie’s lap and running around the table legs a few times, Maggie
laughing at the excitement of her best friend as the half-filled paper cup of
whipped cream fell to the ground.
Maggie reaching under the table to grab the cup,
bending back up placing the cup down on the table, “ahh…” Maggie relaxingly
sighed as she leaned back into her chair, enjoying the subtle sounds of quiet
chatter, the hum of cars and busses in the distance, the cool breeze blowing
off the Hartsport Bay across town. The subtle
gust wafting against her exposed skin perfectly as she shivered and giggled, but
the summer heat quickly returned.
She took another sip at her cold chai before reaching
for her phone, wanting to finish her reply to the cute guy on the dating app. Maggie starting to put herself out there
since her last relationship ended two years prior during her last year in
college, but before she could start typing, she heard a noise that made her
heart drop with sheer panic.
A low and ominous growling overtook the buzzing sounds
of Hartsport. Maggie picking up her eyes
to see a man in a yellow and white Hartsport baseball jersey walking by the
café with his own dog. The tiny
six-pound Gracie snapping forward to confront the much bigger Husky and to protect
Maggie from the perceived threat.
Maggie
gripping tight at the glittery pink leash and pulling Gracie back as her pup
calmed and heeled, but the man couldn’t catch his leash in time from the sudden
forceful tug. The Husky lunged forward
aggressively and tried biting at Gracie, the two dogs rolling around underneath
Maggie’s table as the entire café full of people looked over in shock. A few chairs were knocked over as Maggie
desperately tried to grab Gracie and pull her away from the sudden scuffle.
“Dax no! No
Dax!” the bearded man tugged at the leash as hard as he could while he yelled
for his dog to stop, the horrific yelping sounds from Gracie broke Maggie’s
heart. The animalistic snaps and growls
from the Husky drowned out Gracie’s whines and cries soon after.
After a
traumatic few seconds of mismatched dog fighting that seemed more like 10
minutes to Maggie, the man managed to tug his Husky back and away. Maggie jumping to the floor and rushed to
pick up Gracie into her arms, cuddling the whimpering pup tightly to her chest
that was fluttering with a rapid and terrified heartbeat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Maggie yelled out as
loud as she could. Maggie at 5’4”
fearlessly staring up at the much taller and well-built man who appeared to be
in his later 30’s.
“Your dog jumped at mine, what was I supposed to do?!”
the man frantically replied.
“I don’t know, maybe hold the leash while you walk your
animal?!” Maggie yelled back. Maggie’s
face growing redder by the second, her body filling with white hot rage. The Husky quieted down but was still trying
to jump up across the sidewalk towards Gracie as the man held the leash much
tighter in both of his hands. Maggie
gently patting Gracie’s head to calm her scared girl down.
“Dax has never done that before, not with anyone or any
other dogs, I’m sorry, alright! Is your pup
okay?” the man worriedly asked.
“She’s fine… you’re lucky I don’t call the police…”
Maggie said, irritated, gritting her teeth, she could feel her body shaking
almost, never having felt so angry in her entire life with the idea of almost
losing her best friend to some random dog attack.
“I can take you two to a veterinarian if you want, I-
I’m so sorry” he said.
“I’m not getting anywhere near you… leave us alone”
Maggie sternly said. The man angrily gritting
his teeth and walking away, tugging hard at his leash to get his dog to follow
him down the sidewalk. The man turning
his head every few steps and shooting bitter glances back at Maggie who stared
him down in return until he disappeared around the corner in the distance.
Maggie sitting back down and looking over Gracie, her
pup appeared to be fine apart from a little patch of fur missing from her back,
no blood, no scratches, just Gracie’s cute face and big happy eyes looking up
toward Maggie. Maggie hugging Gracie
tight, “you fought off a Husky, sweet girl!
You were so brave!” Maggie spoke with her baby talk, leaning down and
started kissing Gracie all over her face, Maggie’s heart still fluttering.
Zach slowly walked back up to the table, “is everything
okay?” the waiter nervously asked.
“Yeah… just… I’ll take the check…” Maggie said with
dejection, barely looking up at him.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, I… I already covered it for
you” Zach said with a half-smile.
“You didn’t have to do that…” Maggie replied.
“I just… uhh… thought you were really cute, so I… yeah…
I did it before all that happened” the waiter anxiously explained.
“Well, thanks, that was sweet of you” Maggie simply
said, standing up and gently setting Gracie back on the ground. Maggie walked away not acknowledging anyone else
as Gracie trotted alongside her down the sidewalks toward the park a few blocks
away. Zach sighing before he went back
to another table of customers.
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Maggie gripped the pink leash especially steady in her fist,
her mind spiraling out of control with thoughts of never wanting to lose her
baby. Maggie’s nose sniffled, clenching
her jaw and teeth together tightly as she replayed the scenes of the attack in
her head over and over. She was so angry
that she couldn’t help but cry, unable to contain her rage over almost losing
one of the only few things that had been so meaningful in her life.
Maggie gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath,
trying to calm herself down for a few moments, breathing slowly into her nose
and out from her pursed lips. Opening
her eyes and carefully wiping away a few tears from her cheek as a few people
on the streets glanced over at her but continued walking right past her without
concern. Part of Maggie wanting someone
to ask her if she was okay, but part of her would be okay with never seeing
another human for the rest of her life.
Feeling somewhat calmer, she turned the corner and
approached the entrance of the dog park, seeing happy dogs living their best lives
carefree, running around, and playing with each other. Maggie smiled as she walked over the grass,
her stress starting to melt away, fantasizing about owning a big house one day
with dogs running all around a massive field with a happy Gracie leading the
pack.
Maggie and Gracie relaxed in the grass for a moment in
the shade of a looming tree. Maggie
allowing Gracie’s a bit of longer slack, letting her roam around the immediate
grassy area in front of her, troves of dogs running up and sniffing one another
along with the Pomeranian before resuming running around. Maggie giggling some as she took a deep and
relaxing breath before laying her head back against the softly rustling tree,
closing her eyes with relief and satisfaction, a little slice of heaven as she
focused on the pleasant breeze and the sounds of dog barks and wispy leaves.
She slowly opened her eyes after a few
relaxing minutes, scanning across the park to further observe more cute and happy
furry friends running all around and playing with their owners, but walking out
from behind a large oak tree across the way was the man and his Husky that had
attacked Gracie earlier. Maggie’s heart
dropped again as the rage came rushing back to her in an instant, pumping
through her body with venomous ferocity.
An icy cold shiver rushed down Maggie’s spine as her bright
brown eyes widened. Gripping the leash
as hard as she could, digging her press-on white nails into the skin of her
palm, but the pain wasn’t enough to let go of the precious leash. “Ahh!” Maggie yelped as another frigid shiver
shot up her spine. Feeling as if she had
been submerged into an ice bath, her body started to freeze despite the summer
heat from the sun high above.
Dogs and people continued to run around the park with glee,
including the man with the Husky, nobody noticing Maggie’s body twitching underneath
the shady tree. Maggie wincing her eyes
shut as the overbearing pain started to radiate within her body, Maggie
couldn’t help but let go of the leash as Gracie ran off toward the main garden
in the distance.
“No,
Graice… Ahhh! Wait!” Maggie yelled out,
but the pain only worsened as her shoulders and arms seized and trembled. Maggie desperate to try and stop Gracie from
being attack by the Husky again, but she was frozen stiff from the growing torturous
ache erupting into every nerve across her being.
“Hey, are you okay?” a worried woman walking by with two
golden retrievers asked Maggie.
“I-I… ahh… can you call an ambulance?” Maggie painfully
spoke as she clutched at her chest and tried to open her eyes. “Gracie!” she yelled out again, trying to get
her dog to come back, but the little Pomeranian ran off to the grassy fields in
a blitz of zooming energy, dragging the pink leash behind her.
Maggie started to hear a cracking sound and winced her eyes
tightly yet again, but the searing, skin-ripping pain and soreness in her body
felt like a hot knife stabbing into all of her nerves at the same time. Another loud cracking noise and a sharp sting
in her legs and body made her gasp.
She fought
through burning pain in her face and managed to slightly open her eyes before
looking down, seeing the faces of people and dogs somehow below her, the mouths
of the people wide open as Maggie was suddenly much taller, hearing some
whimpering barks becoming quieter and softer.
Maggie
confused by the scenery as the helpful woman next to her was shrinking even smaller,
along with the cars and people around and behind her. “Ahh…” Maggie groaned aloud again in total anguish,
dropping down to a knee in pain and hearing a loud crash followed by a few
scared fleeing dog barks.
Maggie’s view of the landscape beneath her started to
get smaller and smaller as she heard frantic, visceral screams sound out all
around, spotting tiny people running away as her body seemingly kept growing
outward. Her stylish white sneakers crawling
across the sidewalk as the dirty rubber heels of her footwear pushed into the
busy street behind her and crumpled a parked car, the broken glass from its
windows spraying outward into the street.
“What’s…
happening?” Maggie achingly said as she started to cry from the anguish of her
body expanding, another wave of ice-cold chills shot all throughout her body as
she thought she was dying. The concerned
woman’s Golden Retrievers broke loose from their owner’s leash and ran away
down the street as Maggie struggled to pick herself up, rising up from her knee
buried in the ground. Maggie now
towering over the park as she labored to open her eyes and see that the
landscape below was even tinier than before.
Maggie
losing her balance as her body felt heavier and slower, sluggishly reaching her
hand outward to grip onto something to keep from stumbling, but there was
nothing within reach. Instinctively reacting
and stepping to her side to keep herself from falling as she slammed her white
sneaker onto the concerned woman trying to run away, Maggie both hearing and feeling
the squishy crunch of the body splattering underneath the sole of her shoe but couldn’t
comprehend that the feeling came from stepping on a living person.
The
screams of people instantly grew louder as the crowds around started to run
away from the towering young woman. Cars
rendered immobile as the traffic of the heavily populated city was already too
compacted to begin with and just a few panicked car crashes halted the streets in
the immediate vicinity. The growing Maggie
still expanding upward, looming over almost everything with ease, her shadow
casting a long gradation across the streets and onto the buildings in the
distance.
Her sneakers
pushing outward almost faster than people could run through the dense traffic
of gridlocked cars. A few people shoved
down to the ground by the rolling dirtied white rubber as it expanded. The frightened people screaming loud from the
sudden cold and heavy weight rolling over them.
The thick material of her shoe pushing downward on them as their bones
started to snap, the people frantically hollering as their bodies were slowly steamrolled,
spurting blood from underneath her shoes or the side of her foot as her body continued
to grow over them.
Maggie groaned
with pain again from the ice-cold feeling stabbing at her spine as she looked
down trying to spot Gracie. The people
starting to look like bugs as they grabbed their dogs and ran from the park,
Graice was nowhere to be found though, trying her best to pick out the glittery
pink leash attached to a blip of speedy brown fur.
Instead,
she noticed the yellow and white jersey that the owner of the Husky was
wearing. The little bug-sized man was
trying to run down the street between cars and away from Maggie’s expanding
white rubber by the toes of her sneakers.
The man chasing after his Husky who was farther down the street and away
from the danger, but the man couldn’t run fast enough as Maggie took a little
step to her right to maintain her balance and keep from falling.
Maggie
planted her sneaker into the pavement and the man was ruthlessly squished under
Maggie’s rubber sole. The man’s body,
along with dozens of cars and people were crushed flat into the street as Maggie
breathed heavily, barely able to handle the pain, the freezing cold, and the
wet, metallic crunch under her foot all happening simultaneously.
“Gracie!”
Maggie breathily groaned as she bent over, placing her hands between her thighs
and bending forward from another immense wave of the intense cracking of her
bones. Her feet now spread far enough
apart to keep herself upright and balanced.
Maggie
blinking a few times before she opened her eyes fully, the freezing feeling
suddenly stopping as the heat of summer returned to her tanned skin. Her body suddenly feeling energized and awake
as if she had gotten the best rest of her life, finally free of the pain of
what felt like her bones being melted by ice-cold magma. Although her movements still felt slow and
sluggish, she curled her lips as she looked around for her baby, ignoring the
sudden burst of powerful energy coursing through her body that felt rather satisfying.
The
screams she could hear earlier were more feint, she could see inch tall people
scattering in all directions beneath her.
Maggie took a small step forward into the empty green park with her
right sneaker, knocking over a few trees before she settled her other foot
carefully next to her right. Turning her
head and seeing two bloody footprints embedded in the street and sidewalk. The footprints themselves were horrific,
smushed bodies smeared into the pavement and rock, unrecognizable as people,
rather just as puddles of gore and red blobs.
Looking around, she was standing easily at a few
hundred feet tall, she could see over buildings in every direction apart from
the larger skyscrapers in the distance. The
sunlight reflecting off the glass windows of many buildings of the massive city. Tiny cars and busses lining the streets up
and down, hundreds of thousands of people all walking around that hadn’t yet
caught wind of the towering woman, the tiny citizens still going about their day
as normal.
Maggie tilted the sole of her shoe and looked downward,
seeing a smear of blood and flattened flesh stuck to the bottom of her left
shoe that vaguely resembled the human figure of the concerned woman, Maggie’s
eyes widening as she remained silent for a moment, wondering if it was all
really happening. She lifted her right
shoe upward to inspect it, seeing a few more splatters of bodies and a crumpled
car stuck inbetween the rubber treads.
Maggie
breathing a sigh of relief as her mind went back to what was most important to
her. “Gracie, where are you girl?”
Maggie softly called out, looking around the empty park from her position
hundreds of feet over the greenery and trees.
She bent down and started ripping thick oak trees out
of the ground like simple twigs, clearing the view of the park so she could
search for her pup. The streets all
around her started to empty and clear with troves of abandoned cars left
behind. The environment starting to
quiet down some. “Gracie, baby, where
are you? Come to mommy…” Maggie
whispered softly. Maggie growing more
and more anxious the longer she couldn’t find her.
Maggie pursed her lips together and started to whistle
a few times in short succession, but the pitch was too loud as she shattered
the windows of the office building in front of her, hearing a few screams, she looked
upward and saw hundreds of occupants in the building all staring at her from
across the street next to the park.
She
gritted her teeth in annoyance and returned to her frantic search for
Gracie. Her eyes darting right to left
and she ripped more trees from the ground and threw them randomly behind her,
sending them crashing into unpredictable sections of the city thousands of feet
away.
Her face grew to worry and panic, her brows lowering as
her eyes tightened up to tears, her lips parting as she twitched with nerves
and worry, “Gracie, please come to mommy…” she desperately pleaded as a few
tears dripped down her cheek. Maggie’s
heart soaked with relief as she saw a spot of tiny brown fur dart out from
behind a tree she had ripped out, but the body was too long for it to be
Gracie.
Maggie stood up, her lips quivering as she looked
around, twisting her body, being careful of where to step, not wanting to step
on her loyal pup by accident. There was
no sign of her best friend anywhere.
Maggie thinking where she could have gone, starting to look around the
streets instead for answers and hope.
“Oh,
duh!” Maggie yelled out. She reached for
her back jean pocket. Maggie had gotten
a tracking chip inserted under Gracie’s skin, a smile of relief across Maggie’s
face knowing she could just pull out her phone and see a little live
geolocation of where Gracie was, problem solved. Maggie’s smile disappearing as she felt her
back pocket, her phone was nowhere to be found, “god dammit…” Maggie mumbled in
anger.
Remembering
why she got the tracking chip in the first place. A year prior, Gracie had accidentally run
away from her apartment building. Maggie
cried all night, desperately calling animal control and searching the streets
by herself. Maggie tiredly stumbling
back home in the early hours of the morning to find that Gracie had made her
way back to the front door of their apartment, patiently waiting all night for
her owner to return.
Maggie shook away her disappointment, “I know that’s
where she would go…” she whispered. Maggie
took a deep breath and gathered her surroundings, squinting her eyes and spotting
her apartment building in the distance before uncaringly taking a step into the
streets and crushing droves of unoccupied cars underfoot.
Keeping
her eyes firmly on the ground to potentially pick out a tiny Gracie running
around. Maggie knowing her apartment was
a few blocks over the busy downtown streets, but she didn’t care who was in the
way, she wasn’t going to lose the most important thing in her life, thinking
she could figure out the rest of her problems later once she had her pup with
her again.
The immediate streets were mostly empty apart from
abandoned cars and a few confused people who didn’t yet know what was
approaching. The feeling of deep
earth-shaking quakes rattling the city all over as more and more people who
weren’t aware of Maggie’s presence came to a standstill with a slight worry
that an eerie and continuous earthquake was striking downtown Hartsport.
Maggie passed up the half-shattered glass office
building, people still scrambling down the stairs inside, seeing the men and
women inside panicking and backing up into the hallways, from her face down to
her shoes. Maggie didn’t care, taking
another step into the street no matter how many fancy or cheap cars had to be
crushed, feeling their metallic figures crunch like brittle shells underneath
her soles. Webs of cracks in the
pavement spreading outward from her footsteps, leaving behind footprints the
shape of her sneakers embedded into the ground with a recognizable crisscross
pattern and pancaked vehicles in the imprints.
Maggie turned the corner of the busy downtown streets,
seeing thousands of fleeing people running away at her height from at least 400’. Maggie witnessing hundreds of people all
looking up at her with disbelief, their mouths agape and their eyes filled with
shock and awe of the walking impossible.
Despite the crowds of horrified citizens, Maggie continued on, not
caring who ended up beneath her, keeping her eyes glued to where she stepped,
on the lookout for the poof of tiny brown fur as nothing else was of her
concern.
She took another step, watching from above as a group
of occupied cars disappeared underneath her toes, feeling the distinct crunch
as she pressed her sneaker into the street, unaware of how big she actually
was, her right hip collided with an office building that was a bit taller than
her.
Her
hips’ impact propelled rubble and debris outward onto the street below as she
reached out and caught herself from falling, digging her white nails into the
floors of the building, and staying upright.
The sounds of screams erupting all around her as she could feel real
human bodies creepily wiggling and struggling against her hand and fingers dug inside
the building.
Pulling her hand out of the building as she regained
her balance. Maggie’s face still filled
with worry as she shambled down the street, knowing she didn’t have long to go,
but the bug sized people couldn’t get away from her fast enough, leaving a wake
of deep footprints behind her with filled horrifically with squished
people.
Some
footprints had people who just barely dove to the side, only to be squished in
half, their upper or lower bodies pressed into the ground while their other
half remained mostly intact, severed by the edges of Maggie’s dirty
sneakers.
Maggie’s ankles and shins ripped electrical wires and
tore out streetlights. Each shoe was
almost the width of the entire street as everything she stepped on was
pulverized, people and cars only spared by her long strides, watching the
giantess walk over them from beneath her massive body. Her mostly bare tanned legs leading up to her
fashionably ripped blue denim short shorts, her flesh towering over screaming
and dumbfounded people trying to hide or look for cover behind a car or within
a storefront.
“Oh god no!” Maggie could hear a tiny squeaky feminine
voice shout beneath her before taking another crunching step, but she continued
on down the street despite the panic and chaos engulfing everything around her
looming figure.
“Just a few more steps…” Maggie whispered, seeing city
bus disappear under the heel of her left foot, the heaviest crunch she had felt
so far. Up ahead, a police car in a
packed intersection had their flashing lights on, two police officers waving
and guiding people to the side streets to get them to safety, but most people
were in a frenzied free for all and took off in every direction away from the
approaching Maggie decimating the people filled streets with sickening wet
crunches.
One of the officers pulled his gun as the young
giantess approached, seeing her long legs towering over him as suddenly a
shadow was cast high above. His last
image was the gruesome and gory scenery of her right shoe’s sole. Dozens of bloody corpses and crumpled cars
stuck between the crisscross pattern as he yelped out in fear. The other officer trying to run away but
wasn’t quick enough himself.
Maggie pressed down without care, thankfully not
spotting any tiny brown fur running around still as dozens of screams were
silenced instead with another stomp. Maggie’s
heart racing as she hoped and prayed that Gracie would be at the front entrance
of their home, “please… please…” Maggie whispered as the intersection by her
apartment building narrowed some.
Maggie pivoting to her right and squeezing herself into
the street between the buildings. Her
larger breasts blowing through the roof of a mall and sending everyone inside
scattering away from the falling debris.
Her firmer and slightly curvy rear plowed through a bank office, a few
people falling out of the caved-in windows and splattering on the ground far
below. Maggie shimmying her shoulders
and legs, her sneakers carving up the bottom floors of each building in front
and behind her as debris lined the streets, numerous people buried in the
upturned rubble.
The street widened a bit closer to her apartment’s
parking garage as Maggie pivoted backed to normal, “Gracie, baby, mommy is
comin’…” Maggie said aloud as her apartment was just around the corner. Maggie took one final step into a busy
interaction, feeling the deep crunch of countless unsuspecting occupied cars
stuck in gridlock traffic.
Maggie turned around the corner and looked down, her
eyes met the front entrance of the building.
Maggie gasped, a deep relieving breath parting her lips as her brown
eyes widened with joy. She spotted the
familiar yet tiny pink leash, following the tiny leash to a little dot of brown
fur sitting down righting outside the front entrance of the high-rise apartment
building. “Gracie, oh girl, oh thank
god…” Maggie whispered with immense love and reprieve as she squatted down over
the street, hearing an eruption of screams from underneath her lowering rear.
Maggie could see Gracie raise up from the ground, hearing
the little squeaks from her favorite familiar barking best friend. Even from Maggie’s new height, she could see
Gracie’s little curled tail wagging with excitement. “Don’t worry, Gracie baby, mommy will get you
out of there” Maggie said she started to reach down, but hundreds of people
began running away from her lowering hand, flooding the sidewalk and the
entranceway near Gracie, causing her baby to panic.
“Hey, get the fuck out of the way!” Maggie yelled out
in annoyance. Furrowing her brow in
frustration and biting her bottom lip as a crowd of people were stampeding away
from the entranceway, nearly trampling her little pup to death. More and more people running out of the
building, many of Maggie’s own neighbors that she had never bothered to talk to
in her two years of living there.
She continued to reach down, gripping her open fist onto
groups of fleeing people and throwing them away across the city like crumbs,
sending their bodies splattering against buildings or onto the streets in the
far distance. Maggie swiping her hand to
the side, watching as a dozen people exploded into a pink mist against her
fingers and palm, their bodies almost disintegrating from the intense power of
Maggie slapping them away. Gracie still
running around, barking up toward Maggie as if begging for help from the mobs
of panicked people.
Maggie’s wiping her bloody hand into the white fabric
of her crop top, staining her shirt with crimson. The streets clearing up as Gracie continued
to wag her tail. Maggie smiling as she
reached her palm down, placing the back of her hand on the ground as if to
allow Gracie to jump up into her palm and up to safety.
Breathing
slowly and calmly as to not scare Graice.
“Come on girl, up!” Maggie said with a cheerfulness, finally saving her
baby. Maggie already thinking of what to
do next, how she was going to process becoming a giant, how was she going to
live like this or if there was a way to get back to normal, but as long as she
had Gracie, she felt at ease.
Gracie approaching closer to the tanned flesh of
Maggie’s upright hand, Gracie’s sniffing around Maggie’s expansive skin. “Come on baby, jump on mommy’s hand” Maggie
said with a smile as Maggie realized the side of her hand might be a bit too
tall for her pup to jump up on. “Hmm…”
Maggie hummed as she tried to think of something else, ignoring the sounds of a
frightened city all around her, sirens blaring in the distance all over.
Maggie retracted her hand slightly, instead placing her
upturned press on white nail to the ground, giving Gracie the chance to jump up
into her nail. “There you go, baby, come
on!” Maggie said with gigantic baby talk as suddenly the sirens grew to a point
where Maggie couldn’t ignore them.
A large, armored police van and a few police cars drove
up on the sidewalk next to Maggie’s left sneaker. Graice backed away from Maggie’s nail out of
fear as dozens of officers dressed in black Kevlar and helmets jumped out all
with high powered rifles aimed at Maggie.
“Stand down at once!” a tiny male officer yelled up through a speaker
toward Maggie, but she simply ignored his pathetically squeaky command as cries
around the city continued to ring out.
“Come on Gracie, up for mommy!” she said back down
toward the ground with a wide smile.
Maggie suddenly heard a loud pop, watching Gracie running away from the
sudden scary bang. Maggie feeling a tiny
sting into the side of her exposed stomach beneath her white crop top. Looking to her left, she had witnessed an
officer with a smoking rifle. The
officer shot a few more times, Maggie feeling little pricks of sensations on
her cheeks and shoulders but ignored them.
Turning her gaze back to the ground, Gracie was hiding
behind a tiny pillar under the entrance of the building after the frightening
bangs. “Stand down now!” the tiny man
screamed once more as she heard a few more loud pops.
“You’re scaring my baby!” Maggie yelled back at the
tiny officers, seeing a few of them dropping their rifles and covering their
ears. Maggie raising a fist and fiercely
slamming it down onto the van and the pavement around it, obliterating a dozen
officers under her knuckles and turning the armored van into sheet metal embedded
into the street.
The
rest of the officers smartly running away as Maggie hmphed with annoyance. “It’s okay girl, just had to get rid of them,
come on…” Maggie said turning back to look at Gracie, but something was off,
Maggie beckoning her upturned nail back towards the ground, but she first
noticed that the entrance of the apartment was blocked off and some people were
trapped within, a few other people running under her legs and behind her. People encased in the entrance as Maggie
gasped, noticing that the pillar had collapsed into the doorway.
The quake from slamming her fist down into the armored
van rippled outward causing the entrance of her apartment to fall inward. Maggie trembling as she saw a pile of rubble,
next to the rubble was the tattered pink leash.
Maggie’s eyes instantly wetting with tears, her cheeks flushing pink with
rage. There was an eerie silence just
beneath her as the trapped people all stared up at her without making a peep.
Maggie’s hand extending to the rubble, her hands
shaking as her body felt weak, her stomach turning inside out, feeling like she
was going to throw up, “no… no… Gracie please… no…” she said between lip
quivering whines as she choked on her saliva.
She
reached toward the rubble, but she pulled her hand away, she didn’t want to see
her baby dead… “No… no… she got away…she got away…” she mumbled, denying the
thoughts, but it became more real by the second, she had lost her baby. Instead, she turned to the people trapped in
the building with an unbridled rage, her eyes reddened as angry tears streamed
down her pouting face.
“You fucking assholes…” Maggie snarled as she stood up
to her full height. Maggie clenched her
fists at her sides and winced her eyes shut for a moment, gritting her teeth in
pure hatred of people, her tanned skin turned a shade redder as she looked at
all the scurrying people around her, tracing her eyes toward the officers
running away in the distance, their all-black armor easily discernable from the
rest of the crowd.
Maggie’s vision blurred, the whites around her brown corneas
reddened from the rising blood pressure in her capillaries, her mind went
blank, almost dissociating from reality, unable to process losing her Gracie. It was true what some people said, sometimes
a person could be so angry that they see red… instead Maggie saw a swirl of
stars in her vision before she felt as if there was only one thing she wanted
to do, hurt as many people as possible…
End Notes:
I love animals and dogs in real life! I promise!
This is going to be a shorter story, I really hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 2 - Loose Leash by Panzer
In this Chapter: Maggie
takes out her rage on the city.
Main
Tags of This Chapter: Crush.
Vore. Cruel. Gore.
Maggie clenched her fists tighter,
her body shaking, her head swirling with disbelief and anger. The glittery pink leash tattered and ripped
up, only half of it buried underneath the dusty rubble. Maggie flexing her jaw shut, her eyes
widening as she looked back down toward the broken entranceway of her apartment
between her tanned legs.
The faces of tiny, terrified people
all looking back up at her looming figure, basked in her shadow. A few of them were saying something, Maggie
could see their mouths obviously moving, but Maggie’s blood was boiling, her
face felt hot from the intense rush of blood pumping through her veins, her
legs jittering, unable to hear what they had to say from her new height that
towered over them.
She raised her foot high in the air,
encompassing the trapped people in a darker shadow before slamming her sneaker
down with a vicious stomp into the entrance of the apartment, crushing her
former neighbors, glass shattering all around her and raining into the streets
as the windows of the buildings on the street exploded outward.
More of her apartment building caved
in as a dozen screams were silenced under her vicious stomp. Maggie dragged her foot back, ripping apart
the street and plowing through a few cars with her heel, a few streaks of dark
red smearing along with the motion of her foot, their bodies left as unrecognizable
crimson paint.
If only Maggie had bent down in
that moment before she killed with purpose, if only she had taken a few seconds
to listen to what her newest victims had to say… her frightened neighbors trapped
in the entrance of the apartment could have told her what she wanted to hear
before the sole of her sneaker mangled their bodies…
Maggie was blinded with rage, knowing
that the thing that was most precious to her in her entire life had just been taken
away from her for forever. If only the
police officers hadn’t shown up, distracting Maggie, if they hadn’t shot at her…
Gracie would have been in her hands. Maggie’s
eyes darting around, looking toward where the officers ran off after she had
crushed a few of them along with their van a few moments prior.
She began to march down the street
with destructive intent, carelessly stepping on cars with ease under her
stride. A few stragglers of frightened
people trying to get away from her vicious stomps disappearing and smushing
underneath her sneakers as she plowed through the jammed intersections. Her hips and shoulder bursting through a few
buildings sending concrete and brick outward with force crashing below.
The officers were easy to spot
amongst the crowds of running citizens, their all-black uniforms and helmets
made them easy targets. Just a few collateral
steps from Maggie’s new form and she already made good distance to catch up to
them.
Maggie took her time to step to
them, wanting them to feel as helpless as her little pup. She slammed her fists into the buildings next
to her as she stomped and marched slowly and menacingly toward the tiny
culprits. Maggie uncaring of who ended
up under her earth-shattering stomps, dozens of people at a time unable to get
out of the shadow of her looming figure in time as her bloody white sneakers stomped
down from above at random with an audible crunch and snap, blood gushing
outward from the sides of her sneakers.
Her knuckles and hands plowing
into buildings, decimating floors, and caving in a few offices, but the
foundations still stood. A few people
falling out of the wrecked floors and splattering on the streets below as the
floors were punched out from right underneath them.
One unlucky office intern felt the
full force of Maggie’s fist exploding through the floor he was standing on,
suddenly seeing a blur of tanned flesh connected to a massive, curved body flying
towards him through the window, his mind unable to even process the pain of his
body splattering into a heap of broken bones and pink mist as he met her giant knuckles.
Another man falling and bouncing
off the top of Maggie’s sizable right breast, the softer impact of her
forgiving flesh spared him for a moment before he tumbled off and fell to the
street between Maggie’s legs, the man impacting atop a car and dying instantly atop
the crumpled metal roof.
She continued her brutal tirade
forward as tens of thousands of people were attempting to flee in all
directions, the mass hysteria of screams only echoing outward across
Hartsport. Maggie stomping right outside
of the café she was at earlier in the day with Gracie. An officer had managed to make it that far at
full speed sprinting in armor and gear, but not quick enough for Maggie’s left hand
as it descended from the sky and plucked up the tiny black bug with little
effort.
Maggie’s body was trembling with
rage as she held the officer between her fingers, inspecting the officer up and
down, the officer flailing and kicking as hard as they could at their
insignificant size, their helmet falling off all the way to the street a few
hundred feet below. Maggie widened her
reddened eyes to recognize the inch tall officer as a scared and frightened dark-haired
woman.
Hundreds of people below Maggie’s
legs all still running around her in a craze to get away as Maggie inspected
the bug up and down, curling her white nails over the little officer. The tiny woman was screaming, throwing her
hands, and kicking at Maggie’s fingers, only barely feeling the little
sensations of the writhing.
Maggie pinching the tiny woman at her
tiny abdomen and back to keep her in place and from falling. The officer just screaming and panicking, the
inch tall woman’s face was enamored with fear and Maggie could see her
terrified expression clear as day, her blue eyes, her shorter black hair
flailing all around with her panicked, waving arms.
Maggie took a deep breath,
focusing all of her anger toward the tiny officer, she was the reason Gracie
was dead, her and the others scattering around like bugs at Maggie’s feet. Maggie gritted her teeth and started to cry, tepid
tears rolling down her warmer face, unable to compose herself.
“You fucking bitch” Maggie
stammered between tears, snot bubbling from her nose as she tilted the tiny
woman in her fingers, laying her flat before using her free hand to pinch the
tiny officer’s legs. The officer’s blood
curdling screams did nothing to prevent Maggie from pinching her right hand over
the tiny woman’s legs tighter and tighter until Maggie could feel the tiny legs
flatten and burst between the pads of her fingers.
The officer struggling and
screaming as loud as she could, a mere squeaking to Maggie. Maggie pressed harder, the legs of the
officer popping and smushing like paste before Maggie ripped hard to her right,
pulling the legs off of the officer with ease.
The officer started to dangle down once more as Maggie’s fingers no
longer had anything to grip onto, blood dripping down from the tiny woman’s
severed torso as she stopped screaming, her eyes still open and her mouth still
moving.
Maggie could feel the tiny body
between her fingers twitching wildly, the tiny officer sent into a state of
shock after being ripped in half before Maggie closed her fingers tight, seeing
the tiny body explode into ripped flesh and a goop of blood. Maggie letting go, letting the red blob drop
down to the ground between her feet in front of the café.
Maggie still sniffling and almost
choking on her mucus pooling in the back of her throat. She wiped at her eyes and nose with her
forearms for a few seconds to get rid of the buildup of tears and dribble.
Ripping and crushing the tiny woman
didn’t make her feel any better, but there were still two other officers that needed
to be hunted down. Maggie looked down
with her wet and red eyes to resume her prowl and conquest of revenge for her
baby. Maggie spotting something else
thought that caught her attention, looking down at her favorite café and
noticing the familiar waiter from earlier, his shaggy brunette hair instantly
recognizable.
Even though he was only an inch
tall, Maggie could see on his face that he was completely frozen with
fear. His flight or fight response sent
him all the way to freeze instead. He
was just a few relative inches from the toes of Maggie’s right sneaker, his
white collared shirt was covered in a spackling of blood from the ripped apart
officer splattering on the ground right in front of him.
Maggie’s bloody hands were shaking
and trembling still, for a moment she almost became aware of what she was truly
doing. “You gave Gracie an extra treat…”
Maggie’s saddened booming voice shot down below and overpowered the distant
panicked screams of thousands of people all scattering away into the side
streets. Maggie could see the little
Zach shaking and just staring up towards her brown eyes.
Maggie breathing heavily,
experiencing a moment of clarity, realizing just how many people she had
stepped on and killed, she looked around, seeing her bloody footprints in the
pavement. Flattened cars and buses, injured
people all crawling around, some missing limbs, buildings with entire holes
punched through them as office buildings were smoking and sparking with
electrical flames, their frames slowly collapsing into the streets as sirens
and screams rang out all around.
She looked back down toward the
tiny waiter, his pants a little darker, he had obviously pissed himself. “Did you see where the others went, Zach?” Maggie
asked as she stared the tiny young man down with intensity. The tiny shaking waiter simply and quickly
pointed at a towering glass skyscraper down the street. “Thank you…” Maggie sadly boomed once more
before she turned and headed in the same direction, leaving the tiny young man
still frozen in place and sparing him of becoming a red stain underneath the sole
of her shoe like so many others.
Thoughts of Gracie being dead took
over her mind once more, her actions didn’t cancel it out or bring her back,
but Maggie knew what she wanted to do, finish off the other two officers and
satisfy her animalistic craving to punish those whom she deemed responsible for
shattering her heart.
The minutes passed though, the
officers could have hidden anywhere in a building or gotten in a car, they
wouldn’t be as easy to spot as the woman she had ripped apart and crushed. Hopefully the tiny waiter who was benevolent
to Maggie’s baby was correct as she strode toward the towering glass skyscraper.
Maggie was uncaring with her steps,
most of the streets clearing of people anyway, leaving a wake of empty cars all
jammed together. A few hundred or so
people still struggling to get away as Maggie was approaching. Maggie stomped on whatever vehicle got in her
way, unaware if they had occupants or not, it didn’t matter.
Maggie cruelly kicking out at people
too, winding up her leg behind her and flinging her shoe at crowds of people
and cars to clear some of the path forward, explosions of pink mist of people splattering
on the edges of her sneakers puffing outward.
She approached the skyscraper; it
was a few hundred feet taller than Maggie still as she looked up toward the top. She had walked by it almost every week on her
way to her own office building for work, it almost gave her the same feeling as
she looked up at the top at her neigh height, it still made her feel so small
as she took a deep breath, wincing her eyes shut as a flashing thought of a
happy Gracie running around a grassy field enraged her.
She looked down, seeing her own
reflection in the glass of the skyscraper, she noticed how bloody her white
crop top was, her blue denim shorts with a few splotches of dark red smeared
across the fabric. Her long brunette
hair was waving all over the place, her makeup smeared down her cheeks from the
heat and the crying. She noticed how red
the whites of her eyes were before her vision depth changed, looking past her
gigantic reflection on the glass to see hundreds of silhouettes of tiny people
at her chest and face level with her all running around inside the building.
Maggie could spot the individual
clothing of the inch tall people, she began pivoting and looking around the
building, she squatted down to one knee to inspect the lower levels. Her bare knee plowing into a mass of cars on
the streets, hearing a few screams disappear as well, feeling a few brittle
crunches along with the metallic crumpling of the vehicles.
She whipped her head around each
floor beneath her, scanning her eyes left to right to peer into every visible
corner possible, watching as the hundreds of occupants all ran around in a total
craze. “Ugh!” Maggie groaned aloud in
frustration, a few windows of glass shattering in front of her mouth just from
the power of her voice alone. “Where are
you!” she yelled out, more panels of glasses turning to dust and raining onto
fleeing people below, cutting their skin like a torrential snowfall of razors.
Maggie swiped her entire arm at the
building, cleaving multiple floors into powder and splattering hundreds of
people, sending debris and bodies outward to the streets as a plume of grey
smoke and dust followed the trace of her swing.
Maggie swung her left arm at the building shortly after, decimating more
floors, effectively clawing the building in half. Dozens of people falling out of the building
and tumbling to the ground over 400’ below, some of them smacking onto Maggie’s
high tops.
Sparks flying outward, the lights in
the building all going out as the fire system erupted, water flying out from
the pipes and raining down from the sprinklers as the collapsing building started
to look more like an ant farm in front of Maggie’s eyes. Thousands of tiny people scurrying out into
the darkened hallways and down the stairs in a big marching line of chaos. Maggie looking over the fleeing people to see
if she could spot any of the officers in all black clothing.
“Ah!” Maggie shouted in an almost
vicious excitement. Shooting her hand
into the building, splattering bystanders on the sides of her fingers as she
pinched up an all-black figure trying to scurry across a hallway. She pulled the figure out of the dim and
flooding building and into the bright sunlight just in front of her face and
above her chest.
Immediately Maggie became
overwhelmed with disappointment. The
figure was just a younger looking businessman dressed in an all-black
suit. Maggie simply dropped him as he
screamed all the way down as Maggie didn’t even look, going straight back to
her hunt.
She reached in for another black
figure, this time, a middle-aged businesswoman, holding her in front of her
face in the sunlight outside of the building.
“God dammit!” Maggie shouted loudly, the tiny woman right underneath
Maggie’s larger pink lips.
The tiny woman’s ears burst, her
body rattling, her eyes and bones vibrating, and her internal organs rupturing
just from the sound of Maggie’s blaring shout alone. The businesswoman dying in Maggie’s palm a
few seconds later from heart failure as Maggie tilted her hand to the side and
let the lifeless body fall downward to splatter between her feet.
“Ahhh!” Maggie yelled out once again
in total frustration, standing up to her full height and rearing her arms back
before throwing them forward. Maggie
pushing with all her might, her hands blowing through the building and into any
people on those floors that met her hands and white nails, pulverizing them and
scraping them to paste.
She pushed the skyscraper, the
foundation groaned and wobbled as Maggie heard a few audible snaps and creaks
of the supports failing. The upper half
that was towering over Maggie began to buckle and fall away from her in almost
slow motion. The lower half of the
building remaining firmly in the ground as the upper half broke away and
started to tumble backwards into the panicked and densely packed downtown
Hartsport.
Hundreds of feet of the skyscraper
started to plow into the streets, killing thousands of people, including
everyone who wasn’t fast enough to get down the dozens of stories in the higher
up offices. Plumes of grey smoke and soot
shot outward and upward, blowing past Maggie’s as she covered her face and eyes
with her hand until the shockwave of billowing ash calmed slightly.
Maggie coughed a few times from the
heavy ash infiltrating her lungs, rubbing her eyes some to get rid of the
irritation before looking up to see that she now towered over what remained of
what was once one of the tallest skyscrapers in Hartsport. Maggie’s brown eyes widened, and her brow
raised in shock as she realized she had just pushed over almost an entire
thousand-foot-tall building full of people.
She basked in her own power for a
few seconds as the screams and sirens started to sound out over the harmony of
destruction and collapse of the building still crumbling in front of her,
seeing tens of thousands of people scurrying away from the devastation and the
smoke clouds.
Suddenly Maggie could hear some loud
pops, looking around the ashy streets until she spotted two black figures
rushing out of the building with their rifles shooting up at Maggie. Maggie’s eyes lowered, biting her lip in
concentration, realizing it was the two bugs she wanted nothing more than to exterminate.
Two little inch tall men dressed in
military armor were so enraged at the young giantess for knocking over the
building that they were sick of running away from her, charging at the giantess
with their rifles, dumping all their bullets into the skin of the imposing monster
hoping to kill her.
Maggie could feel the tiny stings
hitting all over her skin, one in particular that caught her inner thigh almost
felt like a tiny static shock as if from touching a piece of metal. It didn’t hurt her but was just irritating
and annoying enough to cause some discomfort for Maggie. Maggie squatted down over the two men; they
were in the middle of reloading as hundreds of people still poured out of the
lower half of the smoking building as ash continued to fall all around like a grey
snow.
She reached her fist for them,
feeling a few shocking tickles against her hand as the loud pops resumed, but
she grabbed them both into her tight fist, she could feel them squirming inside
of her hand as she stood back up to her full height. She gripped her hand a little tighter, feeling
the men stop squirming, but not feeling anything crunch as she could hear tiny,
muffled screaming between her closed fingers.
She upturned her hand and opened her
fingers, seeing the men laying down in the palm of her hand, holding them up to
her eyes for a closer look. They were
coughing and groaning in pain, their bodies compressed by Maggie’s fist surely dislocated
some shoulders or leg joints as they struggled to stand. “You took my girl away from me…” Maggie
softly spoke as the men looked around hurting and confused, one of them nearly
falling off the side of Maggie’s palm as her body still shook with rage.
Maggie’s blood boiling as her tanned
face became flush red again, putting all the blame onto those who were dressed
in that black armor. In a blind rage,
Maggie tilted her head back and parted her plump lips, lowering the heel of her
palm to her bottom lip and shaking her hand, dumping the two men into her
mouth. Maggie almost couldn’t believe
it, feeling two inch-tall men crawling around on her tongue before she closed
her lips, but she didn’t give them more than a few seconds before she flicked
her tongue to the side.
The two bodies piling atop one
another on her molars before she chomped hard, feeling their bodies splattering
and gushing. She chewed quick and fast,
wincing her eyes shut, trying not to pay attention to the awful, bloody taste,
chomping faster and faster until they were nothing but swallowable mush, but
couldn’t seem to gulp what remained down her throat “Uh…” Maggie groaned, her
mouth tasting like blood and metal as she tongued around the mash.
Maggie pursed her lips together,
swishing her mouth around and gathering up the fowl tasting saliva and mush in
her mouth before she turned spit it out toward the street in the distance. The glob of bloody spit hurdling to the
ground and exploding into a group of fleeing people, smashing them under the
thick liquid. “Ahh…” Maggie groaned
again as she licked her teeth and tried to get rid of any trace of the taste,
but it was no use.
Maggie looked around for relief,
spotting an idea in the distance before she started to walk down a side street. Her curvy body exploding through a few
smaller office buildings as she trampled hundreds of fleeing people in the
densely occupied street, but her focus was on Hartsport harbor. For a moment, the density of the people on
the streets reminded her of freshly packed snow, or the brittleness of dried
leaves across a sidewalk, but the awful taste in her mouth was much more
distracting in her mind than the wet crunches vibrating through her sneakers.
She marched over several city
blocks, kicking cars and buses, splattering people beneath her feet as she
approached the lapping water by the seaside warehouse districts, the famous
Hartsport beach in the distance full of tens of thousands of people who had yet
figure out that there was a 400’ tall rampaging woman in the heart of downtown.
Maggie crushed a few warehouses and
knocked over some shipping cranes with a gentle push of her hands, flattening
groups of dock workers as they tried to run away but had no idea what was even
approaching them, their eyes playing tricks on them perhaps. A young, attractive woman stomping towards
their place of work, but the shadows befell them like the rest, and they ended
up as red paste underneath her sneaker treads.
Maggie approached the side of the
docks, lowering herself down and reaching into the water with her hands,
scooping up the cool and salty liquid, slurping it into her mouth and swishing
it around before spitting it back out into the ocean. Maggie repeating this a few times before she
clicked and dragged her tongue around her mouth, the taste of chomping the two
men was virtually gone as she felt a brief moment of relief.
She looked up, seeing the large
shipping barges in the distance out in the ocean, the thousands of beach goers
all seemingly scurrying off the beach, the dockworkers behind her all running
away, some even running into shipping containers to hide from her. Up above, Maggie heard a swirl of helicopters
buzz over her head toward the city, they looked military in appearance, but
they zoomed by too fast for Maggie to really get a good look.
Maggie looked up toward the sky again,
hearing the loud hum of fighter jets over the ocean a few miles away, three of
them circling around in a pattern. Scanning
her eyes left to right, Maggie realized it was really only a matter of time
before a stronger force was going to try and stop her, she had kicked the
hornets’ nest. Maggie felt ready to die
in that moment though, without Gracie she had nothing, her task was done, the
officers were dead, she could die and be reunited with her baby in an
afterlife, hopefully.
“Wait…” Maggie mumbled as she
spotted a bowl like object in the distance on the other side of the warehouse
districts. It was the baseball
stadium. The man with the Husky, Maggie
thinking this never would have happened if that man wearing the baseball shirt
just held his fucking leash and kept his fucking dog away from Gracie. She wouldn’t have gotten angry at him, she
wouldn’t have cared to see him at the dog park, she wouldn’t have grown, and
Gracie would still be alive.
The Hartsport Swordfish Stadium was
packed with 35,000 Swordfish fans cheering on their favorite team all while
Maggie began her march over the beach towards the venue. Thousands of screaming beachgoers were trying
their best to run out of the sand, other’s heading to the ocean to get out of
the way of her stomps. Maggie’s quaking
steps kicked up sand and mud, stomping people into the wet sand and crushing
them into flattened and disfigured masses.
She didn’t even bother to look down,
indiscriminate with her steps, her angry eyes focused on the massive sports
stadium. Images of the man with the Husky
like a slideshow through her mind, his arrogant face as he accused Gracie of
being the one who started the attack in the first place.
The
young giantess had a new goal, she wanted to inflict as much harm and sadness
upon everyone as possible. She wanted to
make people feel what she felt when she lost Gracie, it was the only thing that
made sense in her mind flowing with horrendously torturous rage and grief.
Another
uncaring step on the beach silenced another group of screams, her long strides,
her shoulders bobbing, her fists clenched at her side, the flesh of her legs
undulating with each stomp, her breasts bouncing behind her bloodied crop
top. The ocean breeze catching her long
brunette hair, the cooler air on her exposed tanned skin almost felt blissful
apart from the fact that she couldn’t feel anything beyond her heart racing and
her rush of blood flowing through her face and behind her eyes that were nearly
welting to tears once more.
Maggie
could start to see over the rim of the stadium, the jumbotron screen had a
replay of a player running around the bases before it suddenly cut to a red and
bright message that read “PLEASE EVACUATE THE STADIUM CALMLY AND ORDERLY”. The message didn’t reach the target audience
in time of the 35,000 people.
Maggie
approached the upper decks of the stadium that only reached up to her
knees. She could see all the patrons
inside the stadium all rushing for the tunnels, cramming themselves into the
small corridors and exit ways. The
players were still on the field too, a few of them running to their team tunnels
to get away from the impossible view of an approaching giant.
It was
too late. Maggie straddled her legs over
the upper walls of the stadium and stomped down into the field, squishing a few
of the players dressed in yellow and white jerseys. The rest of the players scattering in all
directions as the cries of 35,000 people all burst out in a crescendo of
screams and wails of fear and panic.
Maggie
reached for one of the upper stands, bending over and scooping hundreds of
people in her hand, balling them into a fist and mangling some of their bodies,
winding up and throwing the mass of wiggling people in her hand as hard as she
could. The mob of people flying through
the air toward the ocean, many of them had their necks or bones broken from the
whiplash from being thrown at incredible force.
The
rest splashing in the ocean thousands of feet away, the impact of the water
felt like solid concrete at that speed, their bodies breaking instantly and
succumbing to the deep waters. Maggie
grumbled as she spotted an opposing player wearing blue and black, she raised
her sneaker high in the air and stomped on the athlete who had his hands raised
to protect himself, her sneaker digging deep into the diamond with quaking
force.
She
kicked out her other leg at a stand, her shin exploding through the bleachers
along with thousands of people as hundreds of their bodies were launched by the
kick, the others splattering against the rubber of her soles or the skin of her
leg, spurting up a wall of eerie pink mist and mangled bodies.
The
remaining players and staff on the field ran underneath her legs and around her
sneakers, the pitcher running out from between her feet as the field cleared,
but the masses of people still flooded the corridors, there were surely
stampedes from the overwhelming hysteria, people being trampled as the rest
struggled to break free and out of the stadium to safety towards the streets
and beach.
The
safety was only perceived. Maggie easily
stepped back over the stands of the massive stadium, her sneaker falling right
onto an exit gate as hundreds of people were turned to horrific bloody
mush. Maggie twisted her foot and
grinding the people into nothingness leaving behind a smear of red across the
concrete of the sidewalks. People
scattering away from her step like ants.
Maggie
stepped onto another large crowd of people flooding another exit gate, feeling
the wet and brittle crunch vibrate up her leg, she was breathing heavy, her
mind blank, just simply acting, taking everything away from people. But the bottoms of her soles were getting so
saturated with destruction, bloody gore, ash, sand, that she nearly slipped,
the flat sole of her shoe had lost grip as she nearly stumbled back. A stringy red goop followed her shoe upward
before it snapped back to the ground in a wet gushy pile of gnashed bodies.
Her leg
high in the air as her arms swayed upward, her face showing a moment of panic,
her heart dropping as if she thought she was going to slip and fall before she
slammed her foot down hard behind her into the stadium, plowing through the biggest
section of the stands and crushing half the stadium with ease to keep her
balance.
She
took a deep breath out and looked around as she found herself stable and
upright. The scenery was frightening, the beach and the surrounding
areas of the stadium had bloody footprints, blackened, and crumbled bodies
embedded deep within the shoe-shaped canyons.
Some of the waves on the beach
washing into her footprints and dragging out the bloody, mangled messes into
the lapping tides. Looking back towards
the city, towering plumes of smoke rising from the metropolis, fires all
around, half collapsed buildings from where she marched through the city to the
beach.
Maggie’s brow lowered as she took in
the scenery, tens of thousands of screaming people all running out of the
stadium still as she lowered her posture and untensed her shoulders,
unclenching her fists. She pivoted,
rearing her leg up and inspecting the bottoms of her sneakers’ soles. It was caked in a layer of bloody grime, flattened
cars embedded into the grooves and divots of the soles’ pattern.
Virtually unrecognizable twisted
bodies gnarled into the sandy and muddy goop compressed into the bottoms of her
feet. Maggie couldn’t help but feel the
anger still coursing through her body, all she wanted was her dog back, but
upon seeing the gnashed bodies peeling off the bottom of her sole in that
moment, she momentarily felt awful for what she was doing.
She placed her foot back down into
the middle of the stadium away from everyone.
Her mind being pulled in two directions, taking everything away from the
people of the city to make them feel what she felt and wanting to die herself
at the same time. A wave of guilt
washing over her, how many countless people had she murdered in her menacing
rampage. How many families did she ruin,
or dog owners did she separate from their own fur babies.
Maggie held her bloody hands up to
her face, the blood on her palms was dry and dark, staining her tanned
skin. She looked back down at all the
people fleeing, nearly shaking her head before she started to cry again, warm
tears rushing down her cheek. Her makeup
smeared, as she folded her hands into her face almost in embarrassment. “I just want my Gracie back…” Maggie muffled
into her palms, thunderous sounds of the crying giantess ringing out across the
district as she sniffled and choked through shallow breaths.
Suddenly a wave of fiery pain
erupted all over Maggie’s body. “Ahhhh!”
Maggie screamed as she fell backward.
Her body crashing into the outer stands of the stadium as she coughed
and heaved, the wind was knocked out of her as she looked up and around
confused, struggling to pull herself up and out of the thousands of crushed seats.
Catching her breath and coughing, wiping
away a few tears before she stood up, noticing a few people falling off her
body as they must have fallen atop her midriff and chest from the stands
collapsing inward over her body. She
swiped her hands at her skin, knocking off the dozens of people clinging to her
crop top and the top of her chest, sending them crashing into the baseball field.
Another wave of pain erupted on her
body as she yelped, Maggie putting up her hands to defend herself from the
invisible enemy as a huge puff of black smoke shot out from her stomach and
back. She picked up her eyes, noticing a
trail of smoke, tracing the hazy pollution to a grey ship way out in the
ocean.
The helicopters and jets started to
circle around the city in a frenzy. In
the distance, Maggie noticed another missile being launched as a fiery billow
towered upward from one of the ships.
The missiles approaching faster than Maggie could comprehend, still
trying to recover from what felt as if she was kicked right in the stomach
before another impact struck her with intense force.
Maggie screamed again through her
tears as she held her abdomen, the missile burned, worse than any sting she had
ever felt in her life, like being stabbed with a hot knife and punched at the
same time. The jets and helicopters
approaching as the crowds were still fleeing at her feet.
Maggie had a tough decision to make
in her moment of panic as the pain of getting hit in rapid succession threw her
mentality off. Sparing regular people
from a further rampage was one thing, but it was now about her own survival,
the feeling of wanting to die disappeared as human instinct took over, wanting
the intense physical pain to cease more than anything else.
She eyed up the ships in the
distance and began her charge across the beach to the water…
Chapter 3 - All for What? by Panzer
In this Chapter: Armed
forces arrive in strength with a desperate last attempt to kill the rampaging giantess
and save the city. Maggie fights for her
survival.
Main
Tags of This Chapter: Crush.
Gore. Feet.
A hellfire of flame and bullets
rained down on the magnificent giantess, the helicopters shooting their cannons
and the jets’ billowing missiles crashing into her body with force. The projectiles tore at her skin and tattered
her top, exposing more of her skin, but her body seemed to be sustaining only
minor injuries, a few cuts and scratches minimally bleeding from her chest,
back, and shoulders. Maggie could feel
the pain despite her powerful body withstanding the attacks, grunting in discomfort
as she ran across the beach.
The shore was mostly clear apart
from a few stragglers who were ruthlessly stomped underneath the running
giantess in full stride, Maggie not even feeling them crunch under her stomps
as her sneakers pressed into the sand.
Maggie spotting the dock where she had rinsed out her mouth earlier,
running as quickly as she could, the faster she ran she noticed that the
aircraft above and the ships at sea had more difficulty targeting her. Running in what almost felt like slow motion
to Maggie, but devastatingly quick to the tiny people around and beneath her.
Maggie skidded to a stop by the
entrance of the dock and the warehouses, upturning a shipping crane with her
hips as she wobbled back and set herself, backing up and taking a few heavy
breaths. She reached down and grabbed a
handful of shipping containers, throwing them like grapeshot up in the air as
hard as she could. The containers
spreading as the helicopters attempted to dodge, most of them successful as the
containers whizzed past them at unimaginable speeds from below.
A few of the attack helicopters too
slow, exploding on the containers, the shells from the cannons halting for a
moment as the helicopters lifted up and away to a higher altitude, but the jets
even higher in the air easily avoided the hurdling projectiles.
Maggie bent down and threw another
handful of containers into the air at random, another group of choppers
exploding as they retreated, but Maggie was then hit by a huge explosion, “Aahh
god!” she screamed out in pain, following the trace of smoke to the naval ships
in the sea. It was the most damaging of
the weapons they had been launching at her so far, a bit of blood seeping out
from a gash on her midriff.
Maggie grumbled and lowered her brow
with anger. She kicked off her bloody
shoes before another hail of bullets and missiles rained down toward her. She held her breath and started to run down
the dock, smashing away anyone and everything beneath her pair of light blue
socks, it only took a few steps to devastate the entire harbor before she
jumped off and attempted to dive into the ocean.
She impacted the sand bed with her
upper body at first before she sank into the water, overestimating how deep the
bay was going to be from her new height.
The impact threw the air from her lungs as she choked on the water for a
minute before breaching up through the top of the water, the ocean at her hips. Maggie coughing a bit as she cleared her
throat and lungs of the salty ocean.
Immediately, another storm of
missiles was shot at her as she took another breath and submerged herself back
into the water to avoid the onslaught. A
few swimming strokes and the ocean floor was already far beneath her, opening
her eyes underwater, wincing them as they were irritated from the brackish
salty liquid.
Maggie softly exhaled from her
lungs, seeing bullets slowing down in the water all around her as she powered
through another breaststroke. A brief
moment of bliss from the cool ocean cooling off her body before she broke
through the surface once again to breathe.
Treading water as her feet no longer
could reach the bottom, she brushed her hand over her face to clear her vision
of her wet hair cascading down over her eyes.
She peeled off her waterlogged socks with her toes as the fabric sank to
the bottom of the ocean before she looked around, the armada of ships only a
few thousand feet away relative to her.
She leaned forward dove under the
water once more after seeing the ships starting to smoke again, their missiles
propelling into the air. Maggie’s eyes
widening as she saw the missiles zip past her like lightning in the water, a
few of the projectiles missing, but one hitting her in the center of her
back. She yelped underwater as a mass of
bubbles and air escaped her mouth. Her
body shaking underneath the water as she swam for another few painful strokes.
Maggie kicked her legs and bare feet
as hard as she could to breach the surface, throwing her hands up into the air,
a mass of water raining down all around her as she looked down, noticing her larger
chest had hit the underside of a smaller destroyer. Her breasts upturning the destroyer to its
side as it collapsed into the ocean along with a few dozen sailors falling into
the churning water.
Maggie quickly raised her hand and
slammed the side of her fist into the middle of the destroyer, breaking it in
half with a fiery explosion and a massive splash of saline scattering
everywhere, sending the ship to the depths along with the crew who fell under
the shadow of her descending hand.
Looking around and treading water as
best as she could, her head bobbing under the water a few times, the ships were
still spread out far enough and out of reach, noticing a flurry of glowing
objects flying at her, the bullets from their defense systems digging into her
skin as she yelled through the pain.
“Leave me alone!” Maggie shouted as
she kicked her legs and lunged forward, her body throwing up lapping waves as
she pushed herself, swimming rapidly, barely picking up her head as she
approached a missile cruiser about the same size as her.
Feeling the metal clank against her
head, overestimating the distance to swim to the attacking ship. Lifting her head and upper body from the
water as she had shunted the ship backward, the ship slowly floating away from
her with the momentum of the top of her head hitting the hull.
Before the cruiser could drift too
far away, Maggie scanned the ship with her eyes, seeing the hundreds of crew
all running around the top of the ship, the faces of the tiny men and women
apparent with panic as Maggie’s larger chest and face was hovering right over
them. Maggie dragging her arm underneath
the water as fast as she could, the ocean slowing the momentum of her arm a
bit, but her hand exploded through the bottom of the ship’s hull anyway as she
threw her arm upward like a flailing uppercut.
The cruiser bobbing out of the water
for a brief moment before it collapsed in on itself in the middle. The ship splitting in half much like the
other before she raised her hands in the air and slapped them both down onto each
half of the split ship as hard as she could, seeing two massive pillars of
water shooting into the air as the two halves of the ship shattered and sank
downward, feeling the bow of the ship poke her right leg before disappearing
into the depths.
Maggie turned, her body pushing
through the sailors treading water, spared from the sinking ship. Her wet skin crashing into them and
pulverizing their bodies as she approached the two remaining ships, the current
of her body in motion dragging the rest of the surviving sailors into a tumultuous
riptide in her wake.
The flurry of bullets still hitting her upper
body as she winced through the pain, staring to bleed across her upper chest as
more lacerations cut her upper breasts and around her collarbones. More of the projectiles hitting her face as
she could feel her lips getting warmer, tasting some of her own blood pooling
in her mouth as she coughed into the water.
The stinging pain only growing worse as it seemed like her natural
defense was starting to slowly fail.
She swam up to another ship, this
time hearing shouts and alarms blaring from the vessel. Maggie leaned back as if to relaxingly float,
her chest and head poking out of the water, her blood dripping into the ocean
some, darkly coloring the water. Maggie
flexed her muscles as she wound up her right leg underneath the water and
kicked upward as hard as she could.
The top of her bare foot exploding
through the bottom of the ship. The
vessel immediately lit up in flames and fire as it was thrown up from the air a
few dozen feet before slamming back down into the tidal waves. The ship exploding from within as the
structure collapsed and groaned inward.
Maggie swam to the last remaining
ship that was trying to flee, feeling the stinging bullets on her face as she
gritted her teeth, paddling hard and kicking herself up and out of the water
over the ship before slamming her upper body down on top of the ship.
Gripping on to each side of the
width of the vessel. Her body dripping
wet, washing away a few crew members before she let her own weight relax, her
chest and torso compressing into the compartments, crushing dozens of people
inside before she submerged herself into the water.
Pulling the ship down with her into
the depths with her arms, hugging the ship against herself, slowly filling it
with water as it started to sink whole and intact, dooming the sailors inside
to slowly drown and succumb to the growing pressure on the integrity of the
ship. Maggie let go and waved her arms
and legs to regain her balance, peaking her eyes open to see the ship sinking
into the darkness a long with a few lifeless bodies drifting downward into the
deep.
She swam back to the top and
breathed heavily, her heart pumping, her body ached as she reared her head back
and closed her eyes in pain, taking a few shallow breaths. Ignoring the hundreds of stranded sailors
around her treading water as she slowly paddled back to shore.
Crawling up onto the beach, her hands and
knees digging into the sand with her head slumped down, her exhausted body
dripping wet as it soaked the golden sand beneath her, Maggie coughing some before
she rolled over and laid down for a moment to recover.
Turning over to her back and staring
up at the sky, the sun still high above with just a few fluffy white clouds
slowly drifting across the blue emptiness.
She rubbed her hands up her body, feeling where the sensitive cuts and
gashes were on her skin, picking up her head to see her midriff bleeding some,
her chest with blackened cuts with drying blood encrusting the skin around her
wounds.
She let her head slump back into the
sand as she breathed heavily, her body sore all over, her chest rising and
sinking with each labored breath as she moaned and groaned, placing her hand on
her stomach, and letting her head drop to the side.
An ambience of sounds echoing from
the city, screams here and there, the sound of a building collapsing into its
foundation, cars crashing, and a few sirens blaring some miles away. Thankfully the helicopters and the jets were
gone, at least for the moment as the low hum of the destroyed city’s sounds
started to feel more and more like white noise to Maggie as she untensed her
body and closed her eyes.
She breathed slowly from her agape
lips, feeling her body getting heavier as it felt like she was on the verge of
an exhausted slumber, tuning out the sounds of the city and instead focusing on
the sound of the lapping waves cradling her to sleep.
She exhaled deeply from her mouth, trying
her best to ignore the dull, throbbing pain radiating throughout her body. “Mmm…” Maggie hummed as she could feel
herself slipping away in the warmth of the sun, not like a sleep, but something
more, as if something was carrying her away, her heartbeat slowing down, it
felt peaceful, like she could let go, like she could drift away to another
place, picturing her happy little pup waiting for her to just let go…
Suddenly, loud bangs exploded next
to Maggie’s ear, her heartbeat rising straight back to rapid. “Why!?” Maggie yelled out as she quickly
opened her eyes and saw a line of military tanks all shooting at the side of
her head, feeling like she been stung in the head by a wasp.
“I was so close to leaving you
assholes!” Maggie shouted as she gritted her teeth and raised her fist in the
air before slamming it down on a few tanks, the metal flattening into where the
sand met the parking lots of the beach. “Fuck
you!” she yelled out again as she turned over and dug her hands into the sand
to hoist herself up.
She stood to her full height and
immediately began slamming her bare foot down onto the remaining tanks as their
pathetic attempts to shoot their cannons at her failed, the shells exploding on
her sandy bare sole before they became flattened heaps of twisted metal. Maggie noticing how different the crunch felt
under her bare feet instead, the metal of their tanks almost warm against her
skin as she grinded her toes left to right, further twisting the metal into
nothingness along with the crews inside.
A few soldiers and tank crews
managed to jump out of their machinery and run away from the befalling steps
slamming atop their rolling beasts.
Maggie easily spotted them as their inch tall figures sprinted across
the sandy parking lot pavement.
Maggie picked up her other foot and
slammed it down on them, this time feeling real human bodies squishing
underneath her toes and soles. “Ueegh…”
Maggie groaned in disgust, feeling their bodies and bones grossly crunch
underneath her bare skin. Lifting her
foot to see the pool of blood dripping from her toes, Maggie shivered in
disgust as she lowered her foot and dragged her toes backward, trying to clean
the bottoms of her soles, and peeling the squished bodies from the skin of her
feet.
“Ah…” Maggie sighed in relief,
spotting her shoes in the distance by the smoking dock. Not wanting to feel the disgusting squish of
bones underneath her feet any longer.
She walked across the parking lots and beach to her shoes, but as she
got closer, she noticed something rather disturbing. Hundreds of tiny soldiers surrounding her sneakers
all started shooting up at her with their rifles and rockets.
Hidden jeeps and other armored
vehicles pulling around the backs of her shoes before firing on her as well in
an ambush. “What the fuck!” Maggie
shouted as she raised her arms up to her chest and face to protect herself from
the flurry of bullets stinging into her skin.
Maggie started to stomp at random,
shielding her face and distorting her vision, her right foot stamping into
dozens of soldiers at a time, feeling their bodies exploding underneath her
toes and heel, feeling the wetness of their guts sticking to the bottom of her
sole, grinding her toes left and right and mangling the few soldiers that
survived between her tanned toes, her white pedicured toenails covered in a
splattering of blood.
“Get the fuck away from me you
losers!” Maggie yelled out as she pulled her arms away from her face to see her
targets, raising her foot high in the air and driving the heel of her foot into
the ground with force, erasing a few jeeps and armored tanks. She grinded her heel into the ground to
finish off a few survivors crawling around off before bending down and picking
up one of her shoes.
Gripping the mouth of her sneaker in
her hand and slamming it down onto the floor as if swatting a bug in her
apartment. The soldiers disappearing as
she angrily swatted the bottom of her bloody sneaker at the fleeing soldiers,
their attack failing horribly if not for the few more scuffs and trickles of
blood seeping from Maggie’s lips and arms.
“Creeps…” Maggie sighed as she scanned over the dead bodies embedded
into the pavement.
Maggie spotting a few unlucky
soldiers still wiggling around, clearly injured and crying out in pain for help,
some of their legs appeared to be missing from Maggie’s perspective as she
curled her lips to the side, deciding if she wanted to spare them of their
misery or leave them be. Maggie dropped
her sneaker on top of them, letting it fall into the pavement and finishing off
the struggling soldiers, believing she did the right thing and showing mercy.
She lifted her foot and started to
wiggle her sandy toes into the shoe, bending down and folding the lip of her
high top around her ankle so it would fit.
Wriggling her wet, sandy bare toes into her shoe as the gritty feeling
was more annoying than she wanted.
Maggie sighed as she shook her head, pulling her foot out of the sneaker
before turning and walking over the half-destroyed dock.
She dipped her feet into the water
one at a time, using a shipping crane next to her for balance, rinsing her
soles and toes of blood and sand after splashing her feet into the cool ocean a
few times. Her feet dripping wet as she
stepped away back into the center of the docks.
It was quiet as Maggie walked back
to end of the dock near her sneakers, but a low and familiar hum started to
sound out over the city. Maggie looked
up but couldn’t see anything, instead she reached down toward the laces of her
sneakers before a bright, hot glow threw her arms back.
The jets roared over the city,
Maggie looking up and seeing more of them, including a few larger planes in the
sky high above the city and far out of reach.
“Ugh!” Maggie groaned in frustration, clenching her fists. “Just leave me alone! I’ll go!
I’ll leave Hartsport!” Maggie shouted out. Another hellfire of cannons from the heavier
planes and missiles rained down all around her as she threw up her hands to
protect herself.
“Wait!” Maggie yelled out in
desperation, leaving her shoes behind as she ran off to the city, entering the
streets and looking around confused, wedging herself in the streets between
buildings. The abandoned cars and
vehicles collapsing into the pavement, Maggie feeling the warmth of the metal
compressing into her bare soles and between her toes as she tried to surround
herself with buildings much taller than herself.
Maggie squatted down as if to hide
amongst the skyscrapers downtown, an eerie silence fell over the city as the
roar of jets and heavy war planes circled above. Maggie looking down with worried eyes, her
life feeling more and more fragile by the second as she could taste more blood
in her mouth. She spotted a few panicked
people running down the street away from her, the horror on their faces was
apparent as Maggie almost wanted to help them, as Maggie was becoming just as
afraid as the tiny people beneath her legs were.
The complex emotions rushing through
her mind went from guilt, to anger, to survival, to regret, feeling a million emotions
a minute. Maggie began to reach out to
the tiny people below her, a man and a woman yelling in fear, trying to help
each other get away from the giantess. Maggie
wanting to softly pick them up and help them escape, just as if she was
attempting to pick up her baby Gracie, but their bodies were instantly
incinerated and turned to smoking vapor.
A massive explosion lit up the
street and the buildings all around Maggie, throwing her to the ground with a
girlish scream, her heartbeat pumping faster and faster as she began to cry and
panic, “wait… wait! I’ll go, I promise!”
Maggie pleaded as she felt her body burning worse than ever before, a huge gouge
in her leg started to bleed as she clambered to get up and run away, but more
and more relentless explosions started to fall all around her.
Maggie busted through an office
building, her legs plowing through the floors and foundation with ease as she
ran for another grouping of skyscrapers, squatting down and trying to hide, the
streets mostly empty as her panicked steps only ruined more buildings and cars
all around her.
Covering her head as the jets and
planes roared over the city again.
“fuck… fuck… ow… ah…” Maggie spoke to herself, grimacing in pain as she
reached down to her thigh, feeling the deep gash in her leg, the wound too deep
to stop bleeding, something that would require stitches to fix. She dripped blood on the streets, covering
vehicles entirely with drops of dark crimson.
Maggie needed to think quick, there
was no way they were going to stop, and their aircraft was far out of reach,
her body was giving out on her, sore and bruised all over, her blood dripping down
her leg as she covered it with her hand, applying pressure to it and trying to get
it to stop. She heard another screeching
noise as the wind was pushing toward her, “stop!” Maggie shouted a second
before another wave of explosions lit up everything around her and shattered
buildings.
“Ahhh!” Maggie screamed loud as she
felt her body get thrown back into an office, her lower back and butt falling
into it as she landed on her head. Dizzy
and confused, she started to wiggle free and slowly stand up, noticing a few
scared people scattering away from her ass.
Standing up and looking down to see hundreds of flattened bodies smushed
into the building where her butt had landed, the people in the building just
trying to hide from the fight.
Maggie started to breath rapidly,
just on the verge of hyperventilating, thinking she was going to die soon, her
mind going crazy, thinking how badly she wanted to die earlier and be with
Gracie, but the pain and reality of being slowly carved up by the military
started to frighten her beyond her laissez-faire mortality. The jets roared over the city once again as
Maggie panicked, reaching down, and grabbing chunks of the destroyed building,
throwing them up in the air as hard as she could, but she had missed the jets
completely.
The heavy war planes were too high
in altitude for the chunks of debris to reach up as well, Maggie’s eyes welting
up, but hardly any moisture escaped her nearly dehydrated tear ducts. She looked around in a panic, the devastated
city scattered all around her as she waded through the streets, “what do I
do? What do I do?” she distressingly mumbled
to herself, stepping into the streets relentlessly as droves of warm cars
disappeared under her bare feet.
Maggie keeping low to the ground,
hiding behind the buildings as much as she could, but it was hardly any use,
the 400’ tall monster-sized young woman was a moving building that was easy to
spot from any altitude. Maggie heard a
whir and screech, a few explosions lighting up behind her as she girlishly
squeaked and covered her head, the shells missing and impacting an apartment
building instead.
Maggie could see the jets winding up
in the distance, circling around and lining up to strafe Maggie. Her eyes widened as she realized they were
heading right for her, the must have been out of ordinance as they started to
fire their guns at her instead, the jets only having a few seconds worth of
ammo to use on her, so they had to make their attacks perfect.
Maggie took a deep breath in and chose
her timing, the jets firing at her, burning her body, and tearing at her skin,
blood spurting out from the tops of her breasts and stomach as she fought
through the pain and blew out of her mouth as hard as she could, expelling all
the air in her lungs in an instant as soon as the jets passed over her
head.
The jets all withstanding the
current, all but one as the jet wobbled, the tiny pilot ejected before the
plane exploded a few blocks away into a skyscraper. The parachute deploying over Maggie, drifting
lower and lower toward her face as she grew angry at the descending dot. Maggie almost smirking as she could see the
panic on the little pilots face as the pilot had no control over where they
were dropping.
“Little fuck, tell your planes to
stop shooting at me” Maggie commanded up at them as they were still a few
hundred feet above Maggie’s face. The
pilot continued to slowly fall as Maggie’s eyes lowered in anger, “tell them to
back off or I’ll swallow you whole” Maggie sternly spoke before she opened her
mouth wide underneath the little pilot.
The pilot waving their arms and shouting but Maggie couldn’t hear the
little bug, she could see the pilot reach for something in their pocket, a tiny
little black square, a radio maybe, Maggie thought.
The pilot lowered more, Maggie closing
her mouth and rising to the tips of her toes before grabbing at the fluff of
the parachute, Maggie holding the pilot, dangling the tiny operator by the
strings of the parachute and at Maggie’s mercy.
Maggie lowered her heels back to the
ground and hovered the little pilot in front of her piercing brown eyes. Seeing the tiny face of the panicked
man. Maggie could hear his little
squeaks, “I told them to back off! I
told them!” the tiny man yelled out with a pathetic and fearful tone.
Maggie looked up, the war planes in
the sky seemed to be drifting off, ceasing their relentless rain of fire. The jets darting off in formation away from
the city. “I- Ahh!” the tiny pilot screamed as Maggie lowered him
to the street. The parachute slumping
down as he cut it off and freed himself of the harness, standing in the shadow
beneath the towering Maggie as she stared him down from above with a hateful
look.
“Thank you, now get out of here”
Maggie commanded as she raised her foot above the tiny man, but kept her
balance, only threatening him as he ran off out from underneath Maggie’s raised
foot. Maggie settling her foot back down
into the street, finally finding a moment of reprieve, the city quieting down
some, ash and rubble all around her, craters from missile impacts and bullet
holes lining the streets up and down.
Maggie slumped onto the roof of the
building behind her to sit. Her butt
resting atop the roof as she slowly let go of her weight, her feet planted in
the street for balance in case the building collapsed inward. The building beneath her taking the weight,
but the foundation groaned and creaked heavily, Maggie just wanting to sit down
for just a few seconds, her eyes lowering to the ground between her feet as she
saw a few people running out of the building she was sitting on.
She let them go, the tiny people
running by her feet across the street into another alleyway and out of her
view. Maggie reared her head back,
fluffing her hands through her hair to clear her vision before looking down her
body, reapplying pressure to her wounds on her legs and stomach as the bleeding
seemed to be slowing down, her body aching as she reached up and rubber her
cheek, wiping away a bit of sand and dried blood.
A sudden tickle lit up the side of
her arm and body, the little pricks hitting her leg, all on the right side as
she looked to the right at down at the street.
“Are you fucking serious?! When
are you all going to stop?” Maggie said with exasperation, seeing columns of
soldiers and armored vehicles all marching towards her with their guns on full
blast at her.
She stood up and raised her arms
in the air as if to dare them, their bullets riddling the girl, but it only
just barely stung compared to the cannons and missiles that were tearing her
apart earlier. “I said I was going to
leave god dammit! Why can’t you just
give me a minute?!” Maggie shouted as she stomped away from the soldiers,
sparing them, turning the corner into another intersection, and seeing the same
thing spread out all around the streets, a wave of troops and armored vehicles funneling
toward her.
Maggie turned around, met with the
same scene, she was completely surrounded on all sides as the infantry pushed
in for another engagement. “Okay, is
this what you want?” Maggie asked, suddenly she was pelted with fire from each
side of her, tracers of bullets and smaller rockets all launching at her. “Gah…” Maggie gasped in pain as the rockets
and bullets hit her from all sides, picking up her arms and protecting her
face, the stings only getting worse as her skin seemed to be breaking
down.
Barely looking at the ground, her
vision blocked by her arms covering her face as she took a few careful steps to
the loud bands and pops, grunting and whimpering under her breath before she
hovered herself right above a pack of troops.
She raised her foot high in the air
and stomped down with as much fury as she could muster. The soldiers splattering underneath her foot
along with their jeeps as the stomp was so vicious that it collapsed a few
buildings around her, the rubble raining down on the street and causing the rest
of the soldiers in that intersection to cease fire and recover.
Maggie continued to walk forward,
leaving the surrounding troops behind her now that there was an opening,
briskly walking along the city streets and turning a few corners to get away
from everyone. Taking a sharp turn onto
another main road and feeling a gross crunch underneath her toes, unexpectedly stepping
on a few panicked civilians as much of the city was still clearing out, looking
down to see the squished bodies and grime scrunching between her toes.
Maggie turned around after seeing
the street infested with regular people all running away from her, walking
around another corner between buildings and intersections, cars still exploding
underneath her feet as she stumbled and shimmied lower to the ground to try her
best and hide behind the buildings. She
found a wider street, it had civilians but a little less than the previous
street as she looked around, it was one of the only few ways out.
She looked around in a blitz,
hearing the firing of guns behind her as it seems the troops and armored
vehicles were catching back up to her, looking up with a gasp to hear the
sudden loud roar of the jets flying over the city again. “I’m trying to leave!” Maggie shouted, the
glass of the building in front of her shattering as she heard the loud screams
of all the hundreds of people taking shelter inside the tech building.
She looked down and realized that
the tech building was her work office, the hundreds of people in there all employed
by her company, all of them sheltering in place. Dozens of her coworkers all nearly face to
face with her as her bright brown eyes widened, they could see her lips seeping
bit of blood, her hair wet and messy, scuffs, cuts, and punctures all over her
skin and around her torn apart crop top and frayed jean shorts.
Recognizing a few of their faces
even if they were horrified and screaming, Maggie turned around, looking over
her shoulder, seeing the waves of troops approaching her, the jets circling the
city and appearing as if they were going to line back up on her to strike once
more.
“Ugghh…” Maggie groaned in pain as
she pivoted her body and started to quickly walk down the street, countless
people and cars fell underneath her feet, Maggie wincing her eyes, trying to
not think about the disgusting popping wet feeling beneath her toes and
soles.
She waded through the streets as the
survivors became countless screams disappearing underneath her feet. Maggie could hear the piercing whir of a
missile screaming right toward her, she took a strong step to her left to try
and dodge the missile, but as she stepped, her foot sank a little too far into
the street, the top of her foot catching the crater as she began to fall
forward, waving her hands before bracing herself.
Her upper body and head bulldozing
into several buildings, her upper body splattering hundreds of people
underneath her falling body, the missile hitting a building next to her and
sending a pile of rubble to fall onto her back.
“Uhh…” Maggie groaned in pain as she
slowly lifted her head and opened her eyes, a scattering of ash and smoke all
around her body completely screened the scenery around her. Her skull was throbbing as her vision was
blurry and starry, the trip and fall made her realize how close she was to her
body giving out as she started to whimper and take shallower breaths.
The city seemed quiet for a moment,
the low hum of jets dissipating in the distance.
Maggie placed her hand into the
ground to try and get up, but her body felt warm and heavy, like she was
sleepy, her heartbeat slowing down to almost nothing. Her arm gave out as she fell back onto her
face, “euugh…” she groaned. Her eyes
fluttered as she looked out to her side, the ash and smoke still billowing up
all around as she closed her eyes, feeling her body giving in, knowing she
would be seeing Gracie very soon.
She breathed slower and slower until
she felt like she was falling asleep, her body being pulling inward and getting
tighter and tighter until the air felt like it was escaping her lungs. “unhh… uhh” Maggie groaned as the noises of
the city seemed to be getting louder.
Maggie gasped for air, feeling like
she was choking momentarily, instinctively sitting up and grasping at her
throat. The ash and smoke clouds still
wafting around her as she finally caught her breath, breathing heavily for a few
seconds. Looking around confused, the
buildings that were still standing were towering above her. She had shrunk back down to normal, the
rubble that was mere pebbles were now the size of hulking boulders.
She looked down at her hands, her
movements felt normal again instead of slow and sluggish, her heartbeat normal,
for a brief moment she felt relieved from the burden of power and size. Her bleeding seemed to have stopped and many
of the aching soreness had subsided slightly to just a dull throbbing that was
much more manageable, an almost relieving smile creeping across her face as she
realized she was back to her regular size.
Her smile almost instantly disappeared
as she spotted a smeared body just a few feet away. Like a paintbrush stroke of red and black
guts and dismemberment, the body was nearly unrecognizable as a human shape as
Maggie looked away from the horror, seeing it up close made it much more
real.
Maggie gagging and almost throwing
up, choking back as she dry heaved, her eyes watering, strings of saliva
dripping from her lips into the ashy dirt beneath her, a distant roar of the
jets up above echoing over the dense ash clouds.
She started to cry, her lips
quivering and her face tightening as a wave of guilt washed over her entire
body, her blood feeling hot and her core shaking and shivering. “Urrgh” she groaned out loud with a bit of
anger, it all still didn’t feel real, losing her best friend, going on a
rampage of the city, decimating the military, killing untold numbers of people,
popping their bodies like ants beneath her feet, but seeing one of her victims
up close...
Maggie wiped her mouth and eyes
before she rolled over and sat back down with exhaustion, but she felt
something poke her butt. “Wha…” Maggie
mumbled as she leaned to the side and reached back, feeling a rectangle like
shape in her back pocket, she gasped as she pulled out her phone, the screen
and casing was shattered and covered in dust as she wiped it off, attempting to
turn on her phone.
Seeing a message, “water damage
detected” written across the blank screen.
She huffed as she blew into the open holes and restarted her phone, but
the screen again said, “water damage detected” Maggie tired one more time. Her heat racing as it successfully turned on,
seeing that she had over 99+ messages and 99+ calls and voicemails.
Maggie angled her phone face down,
turning away in shame after glancing at one of the messages from one of her
friends, “I hope you die you fucking psycho, you stepped on my fucking sister…
you terrible bitch! You-“ Maggie read
before swiping the screen away.
“Ah…” Maggie groaned as she rubbed
the side of her head still stinging with pain, “no… no… I was just so lost…”
Maggie whispered to herself, a few tears dripping out of her reddened eyes,
almost feeling like she was going to puke again, she stood up with her shattered
phone in hand, coughing some from breathing in the ash surrounding her.
The streets around seemed to be
empty. She climbed over a few pieces of
rubble, sniffling and wiping her nose and eyes every few climbing steps up and
over the dispersed destruction.
Maggie wandered the ashy streets, craters from
explosions and shells scattered around the broken, half collapsed buildings
everywhere, her top torn and tattered, a trickle of dried blood running down
the side of her face, her eyes still heavy and wilted.
Maggie
almost tripping into one of her own giant footprints embedded into the
pavement. “Ugh…no, no…” Maggie groaned
in disgust as she looked into the foot shaped indentation. Met with disfigured smears of crushed bodies
and heaps of twisted metal dug deep into the ground.
She pulled herself up and kept walking, stumbling every
few steps as her leg still throbbed, her phone continued to buzz and ring in
her left hand, but ignoring it, like a child full of shame and guilt, not
wanting to face the consequences of her atrocious acts against humanity.
Maggie
wasn’t too far away from the dog park where it all happened, as she waded
around her footsteps, the streets empty, the buildings empty, the jets and
planes above seemed to be circling around without the ability to spot her, the
military infantry losing her, probably unaware that she had shrunk back down to
normal.
Smoke
and ash wafted across the cityscape above her, buildings still collapsing some,
glass shattering in the streets, echoes of car crashes in the distance with a
few scattered yells of pain that broke the silence. Maggie picked up her head and observed the
surroundings closer, there was a wake of destruction like something out of an
apocalyptic movie.
She stumbled into the park, passing up her first shoeprint,
a little smaller than the rest, but it occupied the dried bloody smear of her
first victim, the concerned woman as Maggie sniffled, “I’m sorry…” Maggie
whispered.
She sat down in the of a field of grass,
seeing where she had ripped out entire trees from their roots, the dirt
everywhere, the city turned back to an eerie silence. Her arms resting atop her knees as she hung
her head down, her heart slowing as it all seemed to be over, it was a matter
of time before she was found, taken away, likely executed, or studied and
tortured for the rest of her life in a lab.
There was nobody in sight. A few tears dripping down and splashing into
the upturned grass. Her body quivering. She had taken so many lives, destroyed so
much, all to make them feel what she felt, but all for what?
Maggie still
crying and breaking down, the tears stopping a few minutes later with a few
sniffles. She sighed deeply, her body
feeling heavy as she thought about everything, memories of Gracie flashing in
her mind a few times as drifted deep in thought and contemplation, questioning
if she did the right thing, but the overwhelming answer in her head was no, it
wasn’t worth it.
She
clasped her hands together as she closed her eyes and breathed slowly in
through her nose and out though her mouth.
No matter how many people she had taken away, it was never going to
bring her furry child back.
She
thought about how she even grew, why her?
Why in that moment? Could she
control it? Maybe she could make up for
all the things she did, maybe she could help people if she could learn how to
control it. No, she should run away
forever, disappear off the face of the world, all she would do is welcome more
death.
Should
she commit suicide, spare her the pain of living an isolated life without
Gracie, she hated people anyway, right?
The thoughts rushing through her head a million miles a second until she
heard another beeping noise from her phone.
Maggie
heard the notification, but the noise could have only been from one distinct app. Maggie lowered her brow and eyes in confusion
as she pulled her phone to her face, she shook her head in disbelief as she
tapped on the notification and opened up her tracker app for Gracie’s
chip.
It was
a live ping of Gracie’s location, dated at the exact time Maggie was looking at
her phone. Maggie slammed her palm
against her mouth in shame as she started to cry once again, the hardest she
had all day. “Wait!” Maggie shouted
through a crying choke as she realized the dot seemed to be moving.
Maggie looked around and took off running, approaching
a hill in the distance, looking down at her phone every few seconds as she
seemed to be getting closer to the moving dot.
Maggie didn’t care how much her body ached and hurt; the dot was only a
few blocks away near her own apartment. Maggie
stumbling and limping as she ran down the destroyed streets, the wake of her
apocalyptic destruction all around her in what felt like a ghost town void of
all life.
Not looking into her footprints, trying her best to
ignore the bloodied and dead bodies all around her. Reinvigorated with the hope that her precious
baby was somehow still alive and moving around, the distinct beeping on her
phone brought her attention back down as the dot seemed to be circling her old
apartment building.
Maggie ran around the deep crater in the ground where
she slammed her fist into the police van.
“Graice is that you baby?!” Maggie shouted as she turned the corner,
breathing heavily and laboriously, panting, and sweating after a few minutes of
running almost as fast as her body could let her.
Maggie
could hear the familiar barks of her Gracie in the distance. Maggie’s heart racing as she was now crying
tears of relief and joy, all of her actions and choices didn’t matter anymore,
she would get her baby and go, leave, run away for forever, it was going to be
perfect. The barks only getting louder,
Maggie smiling as she climbed over a small piece of rubble, seeing the caved in
entrance and collapsed pillar.
“Gracie!”
Maggie shouted, seeing her little pup running around and wagging her tail, the
pink leash torn in half still attached to the collar, the other half still
buried in the pile of rubble by the caved in entrance…
“Oh my god, baby girl, yes… yes… thank you”
Maggie sputtered as she choked on her tears, her throat tight as she trembled
toward Gracie. The little pup jumping
into her arms and wiggling around in an excited craze. Maggie relentless hugging and kissing her pup
all over as she pulled her into her chest, “oh my god, sweet little baby, I’m
so sorry… I thought you were gone…” Maggie said in her high-pitched baby
talk.
Something
else caught her eye as Gracie was happily wiggling in her arms, but her look of
happiness turned to fear as she saw the pilot she had spared earlier down the
street behind a few abandoned cars. “Now! Now!
Now!” the pilot screamed into his radio as Maggie’s eyes widened,
realizing she probably should have swallowed him…
The
roar of jets was getting louder and louder as Maggie was frozen solid in fear,
her happy pup licking her face and writhing up against her chest and arms with
excited yaps and barks. The pilot
running away into a half-collapsed building as the jets lined up in the
distance high above the devastated street.
Maggie
instead held up the happy Gracie to her face and smiled wide with tears running
down her eyes, getting one last look at what mattered the most to her in life. The whir only getting louder before Maggie
kissed Gracie on her face and smiled.
Maggie
throwing Gracie as hard as she could between the alley of her former apartment
building as the roar of the fighters reached its peak.
Gracie
yapping and tumbling through the air before smacking into a wall and collapsing
down in a heap, Gracie slow to get up in the safety behind the concrete and
brick before a hailstorm of fire rained down on the street as the cannons from
the jets traced upward to Maggie. She
closed her eyes with a frightened whimper just before her body was torn apart…
24 Years Later…
“Ugh… I
don’t want to go to this stupid museum, and I don’t care if it counts as a
major grade” Kara said with some attitude, leaning her head against the window
staring at the ocean in the distance.
“Let’s
just get through it so we can get lunch on the boardwalk, alright?” Amber
responded as Kara rolled her eyes. The
bus parked by the courtyard entrance as the high school students all funneled
out one at a time into the beautiful landscape.
The teachers and chaperones all organizing the few classes worth of 100
or so students into more manageable groups.
The day
was bright and cool with a few perfect clouds in the sky, blooming flowers and
memorial pieces all around, modern statues, fountains of water, and artwork all
lining up the courtyard with the grand entrance of the museum only a short walk
through the grand pavilion casted with marble and beautiful stone.
The
tour guide walking up soon after and talking to a few teachers as Kara crossed
her arms over her chest and pouted.
Amber shaking her head, “Come on… this is interesting stuff! It’s only an hour tour… don’t be a brat”
Amber jokingly said to her friend as Kara huffed.
“Whatever…”
Kara dismissed. The students all
corralling by a small statue of steel warped into shapely installation art with
its arms reached toward the sky in a gripping fashion.
“Good
morning, everyone! My name is Zach, I’m
your tour guide today. Welcome to the
Hartsport Memorial Museum. Let’s go
ahead and go over the rules. No touching
the exhibits unless otherwise instructed, photography is permitted, please
respect your surroundings and others, and keep conversation at a low
volume. Please raise your hands if you
have any questions at any time and follow me!”
Zach said as he clapped his hands together with a wide smile.
“Oh
god… what a nerd” Kara mumbled under her breath as Amber giggled a bit.
“So,
this statue right here is actually steel from some of the naval ships recovered
from the bay…” Zach spoke on as he led the group of high school seniors into
the main courtyard. Zach explaining the
flowers and artwork all around, his speeches were mostly rehearsed, throwing in
a few jokes here and there and getting only the slightest laughs from the
students, many of them who looked disinterested in the museum to start with, most
only interested in the boardwalk filled with rides and food.
“Why
are we even here, I wasn’t even alive when that giant bitch fucked up Hartsport…”
Kara mumbled under her breath.
“Well,
I was, so pay attention” the class teacher sternly said with a scowl, Kara’s
cheeks growing little red out of embarrassment as she didn’t realize her
teacher was right behind her.
“This
is the memorial wall… it has every name of those who were lost that day… take a
moment and look over it” Zach said as he politely folded his arms behind his
back and stepped away as the teachers and students all got a closer look at the
tens of thousands of names etched into the marble. The museumgoers reading over the names of the
victims, a few of the teachers even reaching out and touching a few names that
they might have recognized from that fateful day.
The students wandering around as the breeze blew through
the courtyards and pavilions, rustling the trees and flowers all around, the
salty air from Hartsport bay feeling cool and relaxing as a few students
laughed in the back of the tour group, but Zach ignored them.
He did
these tours almost every day, seeing a wide range of reactions from the
visitors. Some crying, some that seemed
to not care whatsoever, some who were obsessed, and others making jokes about
the day he lived through. Many of the
groups from other parts of the world as it was one of the more popular museums
to visit in the entire country. Averaging
almost 8 million people visiting the museum per year.
“Anyone here a Swordfish fan?” Zach asked as he looked
around, not seeing anyone raise their hands, “it’s okay, I’m not either” he
lied, getting a few chuckles from some students as he pointed out another
statue in the brightly lit courtyard.
“Well,
this statue commemorates the loss of the victims during the baseball stadium
attack. The Swordfish won the
championship 9 years later after rebuilding the stadium. Shortstop and team captain Carillo dedicated
the win to all those lost… he was just a rookie that season of the attack… on
the field that day, too” Zach continued as he waved everyone inside the
entrance of the grand museum.
Hundreds of people spread out through the spacious
hallways, all looking at exhibits, other tour groups in other sections of the
museum, groups of students from middle school to university level classes all
accompanied by their group leaders mixed in with other adults just wandering at
their leisure.
The
museum had exhibits from all over that day, buttons around the museum that a
patron could press and a story could be told by the victims themselves or
reenactments from actors. Students across
the world studied the event in school as history much like any other devastating
event.
Of course, the main attraction was in the middle of the
museum. The towering ceiling reaching up
multiple floors to hold the main event and why most people came to visit. Maggie’s sneakers were in the middle of the
room, spotlights showing just how big the shoes actually were as there were
crowds of people around the white sneakers, of course long cleaned of the blood
and gore.
Zach then took the groups of students down the first
hallway. A few pictures of Maggie lined
the hall, as Zach could hear a few of the boys in the tour snickering, “I told
you she was a fucking babe…” the comment came out a little too loud as Zach
once more ignored the remark.
“How about you two shut up?” Amber said aloud as the
teens looked away and laughed. “She
could have been a hero if she tried…” Amber mumbled under her beath as she
shook her head with anger and turned away from the lewd comments.
“Feel free to press any buttons and listen to some of
the stories, browse around a bit… regroup with me over by the display down the
hall in about 10 or so minutes” Zach said as he scooted off.
Amber and Kara went up to one of the pictures of
Maggie, it was of Maggie smiling in her graduation cap and gown with her
diploma from the University of Hartsport.
Underneath was a loving testament from Maggie’s mother as Amber read
closely, Kara messaging a few friends on her phone instead. “Maggie was a loving daughter, kind, and
intelligent… she-“ Amber was reading aloud before being cut off.
“Nah… fuck that, is this stuff supposed to make us feel
bad for her?” Kara interrupted, putting her phone down momentarily.
“No, it just reminds us that she was like us once”
Amber said. The pair of 18-year-olds
stepped down the wide hallway full of people before coming up to another
display, Amber reaching out and pushed the button, a video screen showed
Maggie’s size with a few live shots from street camera’s through the city over
two decades prior, the video heavily censored as the museum didn’t want to show
the victims and their deaths underneath Maggie.
A voice started to play from the victim themself
recalling an event from the day Maggie grew, the story about a man having to
pull his half-crushed girlfriend out of a half-flattened car, Maggie’s shoe
falling atop the outer half of the couple’s vehicle, the victims legs mangled
and crunched.
The
boyfriend carrying her all the way to an evacuation center, his body nearly
giving out as the giantess thundered all around him. The boyfriend cared for the girlfriend
through her rehab, getting advanced prosthetics on her legs, helping her walk
again, then married, and having multiple children and a happy life they still continue
to live.
A movie
poster a few rows down with a famous actress portraying Maggie in a retelling
of her life and the event, the blockbuster movie earned hundreds of millions
world-wide. Of course the dramatic movie
wasn’t historically accurate, receiving many complaints and bad reviews from
critics stating that it made Maggie to look like more of a victim than
anything.
The students all trickled into the hall near Zach as he
smiled and gathered everyone around a model display of Hartsport, the tiny
printed and plastic city behind a glass cased with a printed model of Maggie
stood in the middle of the fake city.
Zach explained the destructive path she took, her engagements with the
military, her search for her dog. Zach
narrated the historical events one by one for about 20 minutes up until the
very end where she was killed.
“What happened to her body?” A student asked.
“What was recovered of her body after the Airforce’s
final strike was studied for years before her remains were cremated” Zach
answered as he raised his brow and pointed at another raised hand.
“What happened to her dog?” another student asked.
“Gracie lived for another few years with Maggie’s
mother. Gracie’s remains were cremated
and mixed with Maggie’s ashes; both of their ashes were scattered into the
ocean some years ago” Zach answered.
“Do we know why she grew? Like how was it even physically possible?” a
teacher asked.
“That’s probably the question I get the most… we don’t know… my guess? I just think the universe has a predetermined
number of anomalies that could happen at any time, and we will never fully
understand why the universe acts the way it does” Zach said as Kara rolled her
eyes.
“Wow… so philosophical…” Kara sarcastically
mumbled under her breath as Amber nudged her.
“Did
you know her?” Amber asked.
“Ugh… I
doubt it” Kara said.
“Good
question. Actually, yeah… I was there, I was 21 at the time, and I had a
lot more hair back then…” Zach said as she rubbed his bald head, a few students
chuckling. “I would see her at the café
I used to work at… the day she grew, I gave her dog a cup of whipped cream… after
it happened, Maggie talked to me, I remember looking up at her, she was looking
down back at me… she then spared my life” Zach said.
“How
did you get out of Hartsport?” Amber asked.
“After
she decided not to step on me, she stomped off to chase down HPD officers, I
ran to my motorcycle and rode as far away from the city as I could until I ran
out of gas, thank you for asking” Zach said with a smile.
Zach ushered everyone around the hallways as
the minutes passed, students taking pictures, reading stories, talking amongst
themselves before they were led to the main hall where Maggie’s towering
sneakers were.
“Please
stay behind the ropes, you may touch the shoe, but please allow others too as
well… some people believe that rubbing the star on the logo of her shoes twice gets
rid of any bad luck…” Zach said as he stood back and watched all the students
by the looming sneakers. Many of the
students taking selfies or group pictures with the shoes behind them as the
background posting them later to their social media for clout and likes.
“Ugh, I
hope this is the last part, I’m so hungry” Kara said she walked with Amber up
through the crowds to the section of Maggie’s left shoe they were allowed to
touch, seeing it so up close made them feel like ants.
“Wanna
take a pic with me?” Amber asked as she pulled out her phone.
“Sure”
Kara said. The two posed, Amber raising
her phone above their heads as they both reached back and touched the star of
the logo, rubbing it a few times as they smiled into the camera of Amber’s
phone, the picture snapping as Amber suddenly keeled over and rapidly pulled
her hand away from Maggie’s massive footwear.
“Ah!”
Amber grunted as she grabbed at the bottom of her back, an icy cold chill
shooting up her spine.
“What?”
Kara asked with concern as Amber corrected her upright posture.
“Oh,
nothing, just a little shock” Amber dismissed and walked off through the crowd
to let others in.
“Okay,
if nobody else has any questions, the gift shop is over there… and again, my
name is Zach if you want to leave a review on our page. Thank you all so much for visiting! I hope you learned something and have a great
rest of your day!” Zach politely said.
Zach
watched as the students walked away towards the gift shops with their teachers,
noticing one of the girls rubbing the side of her head a few times. Zach sighed as he looked at the watch on his
wrist, getting himself ready for the next tour group before his lunch break…
The
students walked through the giftshop, the storefront crowded with people and
tourists all buying little trinkets like a tiny keychain of Maggie’s shoes or
Swordfish Baseball memorabilia. There
were tiny pieces of steel from the sunken naval ships, or rubble from some of
the collapsed buildings from Maggie’s rampage.
Amber
ignored them though as she left the giftshop early and headed towards the bus
primed to take the class of students to the Hartsport boardwalk for lunch. Amber trying to relax in her seat, attempting
not to think about her sudden headache as the rest of the students trickled
onto the bus a few minutes later. “You
alright?” Kara asked as the bus started up and pulled out into the streets headed
to their destination.
“Yeah…
yeah… I’m fine…” Amber confidently said with an innocent smile. Amber turning and resting her head against
the window, staring out at the boardwalk in the distance as her hands felt a
little cold…
The End
Thank
you for reading!
See you
in the next story…
Panzer.
End Notes:
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