In this chapter: Isabella’s micros adjust to their new life of servitude as Jessica offers advice on their treatment. Jessica is given a priceless opportunity. Miranda, the only roommate left and alone in the apartment, decides new and stricter rules for Ashton City. Some time passes by, and some new roommates move in to start the new school year.
Day 334 – Isabella’s Closet
The micros saved from Toy Town’s annihilation never had much time to think about what happened to their once thriving city, only living with the knowledge that it had been permanently erased; wiped out by their former goddess Jessica who offered some of the micros salvation from death beforehand in exchange for becoming servants to a new goddess, but none of them knew exactly what that would entail at that given time, just moments before apocalyptic destruction was carried out under her, the easy choice of not wanting to get crushed or shoved into Jessica’s clothes to suffer for her pleasure, they took the offer, carried off to a new world thousands of miles away, unsure of their seemingly bleak future.
Some of them totally forgetting that their city used to be named something other than Toy Town, brainwashed by unforgiving pain and endless death until their recollections of fonder memories were damaged beyond reminiscence. Enduring nearly a year of forced servitude and brutal torture, many of the micros couldn’t remember what it used to be like to live in the glorious militaristic empire that was once called Trebizand, a bustling economical desert metropolis that was the envy and jewel of their world. Their new home, a tiny box in a maturing giantess’ closet nestled in the shadows just behind her massive shoe rack that spanned for miles.
Even after everything the micros had been through, it never mattered what their life was like before or if they were happy, their sole purpose was making sure their new goddess liked her shoes cleaned to intricate perfection, waking up every day greeted by the eerie similarity of life in Jessica’s much smaller closet; the view of Isabella’s expensive footwear towering above them in every direction reminding them that their place in the world hadn’t changed, they were still just tools and playthings for goddesses who saw them as nothing more than expendable bugs that could follow complex orders.
The survivors now serving the much older, but nonetheless beautiful and more voluptuous and curvy depiction of Jessica, she had nearly the same seductive face, albeit, more character and maturing wrinkles, slightly darker skin and hair, but just as harsh and demanding if not more so than Jessica ever was when she ruled over them, Isabella entitling herself to nothing short of perfection, no matter how many had to die to achieve her high standards, they were her servants until they were disposed of, it was a simple decree of life to abide by, clean well enough to not get crushed or worse.
Sometimes Isabella’s maid would come by and drop off a little cap of water or food for the micros, the maid of course, having no idea what was inside of the box, but never wanting to upset Isabella and lose her job, the maid was specifically instructed to never interact with the box, so she didn’t. The micros would harvest the foods and ration out water before they bathed in what remained, ridding themselves of the oily residue and grime from cleaning the goddess’ footwear built up on their bodies, knowing that their fellow survivors would die if Isabella had noticed unwanted smudges on her shoes because they weren’t careful or considerate enough of her expectations.
Just like the first day they were dropped off, having been subjected to Jessica’s terrible red prison, then dumped onto a pair of massive black heels that had been worn by Isabella all day as an arduous introduction to their new lives. The thousands of them got straight to work, quite literally cleaning from heel to toe in just a few hours, but that seemed like ages ago to the micros, not really having a reliable way of telling time other than Isabella’s daily shower or bath, watching as the mature goddess dressed herself in the mirrors of the closet, but sometimes that happened multiple times in one day as time felt completely lost the harder they worked.
Isabella would often stride into her closet and inspect her heels for cleanliness, sometimes randomly, sometimes right after her shower, her body still dripping wet as she would squat down over the micros by her shoe rack, her pussy and thick curves dominating the sky above them. Reaching her arms out and picking up a single sandal, turning it over in her hand as she focused on all the details while the micros hid in the box awaiting judgement, fearful of what she might do to them, seeing her body looming through the box’s opening, occasionally, a drop of water would fall off her body and atop the box or just outside of the box, splashing some extra drinking water tinged with the flavor of her elegant soap for the micros who rushed out to gather it, but all the while she would inspect her shoe in silent contemplation until she rendered a verdict on their efforts.
She would either punish the micros or reward them depending on how good of job she said they did, and not based on the actual effort they made, her words were absolute, and the micros knew they would never be able to stand up to her even if they did a perfect job when she decided otherwise. Rewards weren’t very rewarding though as it was small, “good job” she would say aloud, or a slightly bigger scrap of food delivered by the maid the day after. Punishments usually meant death, demanding the responsible micros exit the box and surrender themselves to be stepped on or threatened to watch as the entire box was smashed by one swift stomp, erasing their entire people, some micros would volunteer knowing that, sacrificing themselves so that the rest could be spared and keep their race of people in existence.
They would exit the box as Isabella straddled them from above, her feet on either side of them as her curves and massive chest barely showing her face loomed above them, she stared downward, and without hesitation, her sole and toes would hover above them before being lowered onto them into a heavy black shadow, screaming and begging for mercy as their bodies were slowly squished and grinded into the carpet with a few swift twists of her sole, dressing herself and dawning a different pair of shoes for the day, stamping and pivoting her heels into the floor where the micros had just been crushed so she could see how well they complimented her figure in the tall mirror as the survivors watched from below, then she would strut away without a care in the world.
Sometimes, it didn’t even matter at all what Isabella thought of their cleaning efforts, she would come in and steal some micros away for personal pleasure or fun. Taking a few dozen or a few hundred at a time whenever she felt like it, an act that became highly annoying to the micros because often, the best workers of the thousands of survivors would be taken away unbeknownst to Isabella’s knowledge, she in turn would have no idea that it would make cleaning her shoes even more difficult for the micros, but they also knew that she simply didn’t care, everything revolved around her, knowing they were treated as her tiny accessories, the micros voiceless victims.
Occasionally, the micros would see Jessica come around the corner and into the closet which would terrify the micros, activating primal fear within their bodies and minds, knowing that Jessica was only capable of death, just like her mother, but no, Jessica never touched them since gifting them to her mother, and much to the micros’ surprise, a chance encounter probably spared them their lives.
Jessica stood behind her mother in the doorway, her arms across her chest as it seemed like Isabella didn’t know she was there, Isabella about to crush a group of micros for smudging one of her white platform pumps across the toe section, but the stain was impossible remove as it was a scuff, but Isabella didn’t care, she enjoyed crushing them regardless of the impossible task she assigned them.
“YOU’RE SQUSIHING ALL OF THEM TOO SOON, MAMA!” Jessica’s voice sounded from the doorway as Isabella jumped from the sudden shock, pulling her foot back just before pressing her toes onto a few hundred micros as they cried out in fear.
“NO, I’M NOT!” Isabella’s booming voice sounded as she turned on her heels, her large, curving ass behind a tight dress protruding well over the micros that thought they were about to die, now finding themselves looking up between her shapely legs towards Jessica in the distance actually defending them, the surreal feeling was difficult to understand as they felt confused by Jessica’s strange change of heart, expecting it to be a trick that would lead to their dooms regardless of her actions.
“MOM, IF YOU KILL THEM ALL… WHO’S GONNA CLEAN ALL YOUR STUFF?” Jessica questioned as she smirked a bit, taking a few steps into the closet next to her mother as Isabella hmphed, Isabella lifting her bare heel over the micros and swaying it over them to scare them, “MAMA, TRUST ME… THEY RUN OUT BEFORE YOU REALIZE IT, THAT’S WHAT I HAD TO LEARN FOR MYSELF” Jessica boomed, nodding her head and then staring down at the spared micros in the shadow of her mother’s heels, lowering her eyebrows a bit in arrogance, knowing she had just saved them as Isabella turned back around, both women with their hands on their hips as they stared downward towards the micros in front of their toes.
“HMM… MAYBE YOU ARE RIGHT, MIJA, THE LAST TOYS YOU GAVE ME WENT SO FAST, JUST LIKE CANDY” Isabella’s voice echoed as she scrunched her toes into the carpet just in front of the micros, intimidating them as they scurried away back to the box in a panic, Isabella a bit frustrated she couldn’t satiate her desire to display her total power over lesser beings than herself.
“EXACTLY… THOSE ARE THE LAST ONES WE’LL EVER SEE, AND YOU GOT THEM CLEANING YOUR FUCKING STRIPPER HEELS” Jessica thundered with an ear screeching laugh.
“AY! NO CURSING IN FRONT OF ME, DIOS MIO…” Isabella jokingly snapped with a slight smirk as the micros covered their ears at the sharp outbursts of noise from the pair of gigantic women.
“SORRY…” Jessica said with a wide smile, still trying to calm her giggle.
“IT’S OKAY… LOOK HOW GOOD THEY DO THOUGH…” Isabella said, bending her chest over the box and picking out a pair of tall, gold studded black leather pumps, holding them up to Jessica’s face and dangling them by the heel support, “PERFECTO, NO?” Isabella questioned.
“YEAH, THAT’S GREAT MOM…” Jessica said without much interest as both women exited the closet, Isabella dawning the leather pumps in her bathroom in the far distance as they clicked across the tile and out of view, the spared group of once doomed micros sleeping extra well that night knowing they had stared certain death in the eyes, or rather, the soles.
Jessica couldn’t help them all though, many times, a lot of micros would die by accident, Isabella not paying attention to where she was walking as micros were smushed into the carpet while she reached for a dress or pants hanging above the rack. Isabella forgetting that she would ask the micros to clean a specific set of sandals that she wanted to wear the next day, unaware that they needed more time to finish the job, Isabella would take the shoes anyway in a hurry, sliding her feet over the padding and feeling the pops of micros exploding on her soles and toes as she didn’t care, knowing she needed to get to a business meeting in a hurry.
Micros on more tumultuous terrain would often lose stability if Isabella or the maid came striding in, knocking them off balance as they tried to hold themselves up against the awkward, curving surfaces, the micros falling off the heels and raining down all over other shoes or the carpet below, the other crews of cleaners knowing that they would have to clean their corpses off the shoes at some later time knowing that it would just lead to more deaths if the goddess had noticed the bloodstains, especially on her sets of white heels, the contrast in colors making it so much more obvious to Isabella who looked for every excuse to punish the micros.
Some days were worse than others, despite Jessica’s advice. Isabella came quaking into the closet in a rush, her body naked, her curves voluptuous and plump, her hair and body wet, fresh out of the shower as she snatched her fingers over a pair of strappy red heels, dangling them by the box for the micros to see and then slamming them down quickly in the carpet by the box of servants, “I EXPECT YOUR BEST WORK ON THESE, NOW HURRY UP” her booming voice rang out above as she tapped her nail atop their home, the micros starting to make their way out of the box and onto the heels, Isabella watching as the little dot-sized people clambered over the ridges and straps, Isabella with an annoyed look on her face, thinking the micros weren’t moving fast enough, reached out a finger and dragged it over a large group of micros, smearing them dead and crushing them against the beige insole of the left heel, leaving behind a sizeable streak of blood, “AND MAKE SURE YOU CLEAN THAT UP, TOO” Isabella harshly commanded. The enormous woman had left the closet, leaving the micros to a new task, the tiny people barely able to think about anything other than getting the shoes clean and how afraid of the older woman they were, they simply did what was commanded by her.
Every pair of her massive footwear was logistically complicated in their own unique ways, some arches were taller, some paddings were more slippery, others smelled worse, the leathery aroma mixed with some older odor of sweaty feet never helped either depending on how much she had worn them, or if she wore them the same day before dropping them off for cleaning, but the more weeks that went by the more the micros had it down to a science, hundreds and up to thousands of micros split into specifically assigned groups began to clean different sections.
Using their own clothes to wipe away the oily residue and dust, some licked the leather to shine it up, others used their hands to rid the heels of dirt and dead skin grime, progress was efficiently achieved and some of the micros even learned to become proud of their work, all while they scraped and peeled their flattened dead neighbors from the goddess’ massive insole, and this was to be their lives, suffering and working for the giant mother of the woman who didn’t care about them until they were used up, crushed, or whatever she wanted of them, ushered onward by the threat of their entire race being stamped out under her feet.
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Day 346 – Isabella
“Hmm… it’s good, but it’s not what I wanted…” Isabella said disappointed at the obviously perfectly cleaned heels without a single flaw, but she didn’t care, she loved the rush of power of purposefully acting entitled. “Some of you have to be taught a lesson for such a poor effort” Isabella callously said as she twiddled the red heels in her hands and sat them back down on the carpet just in front of her feet. Isabella standing to her full height as she placed a hand on the wall next to her to support her balance, sliding her feet into the empty heels as she wiggled her toes into place under the straps, standing a bit taller as she teased the treads of her right heel over the frightened group of slaves before lowering her foot onto them, twisting and pressing them into nothingness as she turned on her heels and rushed off to another meeting.
Isabella had a great rest of the day, organizing fashion arrangements, opening new deals, earing herself a successful job well done. Wanting to pleasure herself, she returned to the closet that night, still with a few remnants of squished micros buried in the treads of her heels as she stood above the box, demanding the micros show themselves before her toes, watching the tiny mites from above sprawling out between the fronts of her heels’ edges.
The micros climbed into a small cap that Isabella used for that exact reason, picking them up between her fingers and dangling them next her large bouncing chest, carrying off a few hundred into her room for the night. Like usual, Isabella would take her time, leaving the micros to wait while she pleasured herself and set the mood, until suddenly she would reach over, pinching them between her French tipped nails and dumping them onto her awaiting warm wetness, swishing them around her clit until she came, not caring how many died as they writhed and tingled against her lips in a struggle for survival, cleaning herself off and going to bed for the night as routine would have it.
Isabella awoke, feeling that she had been working too hard lately for her fashion company, processing a few ideas in her head that she had harbored for quite some time. Isabella remained in bed while she sat quietly in deep thought, ignoring a few dings of her phone from the nightstand across from her that beckoned her back to work, just like every other morning. Burying herself under her silky sheets in the darkened room from the thick curtains hanging all around her fancy arching windows.
Isabella could feel a few tickles in her pubic hair as she stirred under her covers, reaching her hand down through the thick blankets and scratching her French nails through her hair, extinguishing the tickles and smearing dead any surviving micros that had been stuck in her hair during the long night while she slept. Isabella sighed deeply as she threw off her covers, dragging her large bare ass over her satin sheets and feeling a few crunches under her butt and pussy, looking over her shoulder as she saw a few streaks of red staining her sheets knowing that the micros must have fallen off of her body during the night just to survive being splattered against her body as she dragged herself out of bed, scoffing at the annoyance as she rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing a few crushed bodies stuck to her thighs and ass off of herself as they trickled on the floor around her feet to be vacuumed up later by the maid.
She went about her morning routine, showering, dawning makeup, dressing herself and packing full a few cases of luggage, “excellent work… keep it up while I’m gone, si?” Isabella encouragingly said to her micros as she packed a few immaculately micro-cleaned heels and sandals into her luggage, smiling at her little slaves as she turned and exited the closet. Isabella sitting at the breakfast nook table for a cup of coffee and light breakfast as she arranged to be picked up for ride to the airport, calling for Jessica to join her to share something that had been on her mind.
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Day 347 – Jessica
Jessica woke up, snuggling her troves of pillows atop her sizeable bed, her room dark with closed curtains. She buried herself under her sheets as she had been getting used sleeping in late over summer break since returning to her hometown. Not having micros to worry about anymore, or roommate drama, or sorority drama, she could focus on herself, using her mother’s gym often, eating healthier, hanging out with Lacy, taking herself to the beach with some old friends from high school, posting more pictures of herself to social media as she only grew in confidence as a person and follower count. Jessica was calm, relaxed, and balanced, every decision she had made lead her to that point, and all it took was killing a few million micros and bonding with her once abrasive mother to get there.
Jessica sat at the nook table, sipping on some coffee as her mother tapped away on her personal phone, Jessica’s hair a mess as she was in some loose sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt as the maid came in to offer food to Jessica in which she refused.
“What do you have planned today, mija?” Isabella asked, placing her phone down on the table next to her coffee.
“I’m picking up Lacy if she can manage to wake up, she’s coming with me to campus so I can get some stuff ready for my classes in a few weeks, then we might go to the beach, why what’s up?” Jessica asked.
“Bueno, I’m glad you’re going to school back here and your friends are all here” Isabella said.
“What about you, mom?” Jessica asked.
“I’m taking a much-needed vacation” Isabella said as she nodded.
“Oh, you should have told me, I would have come with you” Jessica said.
“I need you to do something for me, mija… I want you to try running operations for my brand while I’m away” Isabella said, her gaze becoming more tense.
“Haha… no way! Wait… are you serious? Like serious-serious?” Jessica asked, her mouth agape as her eyebrows raised with concern.
“Si…you’ll be acting in my place and with my authority” Isabella sternly said.
“But I’m not ready, I don’t have a degree, I… don’t have any real experience, what about my classes?” Jessica stammered anxiously.
“You’re ready… I raised you to be ready, you’ll get A’s, you always do… you’re my daughter” Isabella said with a genuine smile.
“But…” Jessica nervously said.
“No… mija… you ran a business, you don’t let people talk back to you, you know how to manage ehh… people, you know my world, you know my fashion, you know what I want, it’s only for a few weeks, my assistants will help you, too, I already informed my board and I’ll be giving you my business phone” Isabella said, nodding her head.
“O-Okay, I can try it, but… do I get paid?” Jessica said with an innocent joking giggle.
“Are you kidding me, look at all your things” Isabella sarcastically laughed as she vaguely gestured at the entirety of the opulent Californian mansion.
“I know… I know… I just… thank you, I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong” Jessica said, her heart racing behind her visibly excited demeanor.
“They better listen… you make the decisions for now… I’ll see you in a few weeks… no fiestas, okay?” Isabella said with a smirk.
“Yes, mama… love you” Jessica said, standing up from the table as Isabella walked to the door, the maid rolling the luggage cases behind her and disappearing down the hallway while the mother daughter pair stood in the foyer.
“We should have a girls night when I get back, drink some wine, watch some old movies, some of my favorites, maybe a Mexican love movie” Isabella said with a grin.
“Oh, mom… that’s gross” Jessica laughed.
“Love you, too” Isabella said, hugging her daughter tightly as she began to exit to the front door, the expensive car and driver waiting for her at the end of the elegant walkway.
“Oh, and make sure you don’t let your little toys take a break from cleaning my stripper heels while I’m away…” Isabella teased before closing the door behind her, Jessica smiling and waving bye. Jessica returned to her room, dressing up in her usual tight jean shorts and crop top with sneakers, grabbing her large purse equipped with a swimsuit inside and extra strength sunscreen for Lacy, Jessica making sure to talk to the maid before heading out to pick up her old roommate.
“Remember to drop off some food and water to my mom’s closet and you can take a few days off” Jessica said as the maid excitedly agreed at the rare offer for extra time away from work. Jessica left the house, driving her herself down the highways and winding streets and eventually up to an apartment complex, watching as her pale friend shuffled down a set of stairs before getting in the car.
“Hey girl, you ready to see my new school?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, dude, let’s go!” Lacy excitedly said, holding a joint her hand before lighting it up, “Ugh! this Cali fucking weeeeeed! I’m so glad I moved here” Lacy said, reaching the lit joint over towards Jessica as she blew out of puff of smoke. “Wait… why do you have two phones?” Lacy asked, her eyes glazed over.
“I’m kind of a boss bitch now” Jessica said with an arrogant grin.
“Weren’t you always?” Lacy giggled.
“Facts… oh, good timing, I’m getting a call, I’ll play it through the car speakers so you can hear, shhh shut up!” Jessica giggled, hushing Lacy as Lacy tried not to laugh. Jessica tapped the green button on her car’s screen, opening the call.
“Hello, this is Jessica!” Jessica answered with a lively politeness.
“Oh, we were hoping to talk to Ms. Rosales” a man’s voice sarcastically played through the speakers as Jessica and Lacy heard a few chuckles from other people that had to have been in the meeting room on the other end of the phone call.
“Excuse me! but I am Ms. Rosales” Jessica said with some attitude, feeling the weed work through her body as she tried not to laugh.
“No, you sound like some spoiled little girl; where’s Isabella Rosales, you know? An actual adult. I want to talk to her, now” the man said with dismissive scoff.
“I hope you are aware that I am Isabella’s daughter, and as of two hours ago, I am the acting owner while she is away on vacation… so go ahead, keep running your mouth…” Jessica said with a coldness in her voice as Lacy couldn’t help but giggle under her beath, Jessica playfully nudging Lacy’s arm and hushing her as Jessica herself tried to hide a laugh through a smirk.
“Oh uh… we weren’t made aware that she… uhh… right, well… umm… do we still have Isabella’s, or… your approval for Madrid’s fashion week displays?” the man’s voice sheepishly asked.
“Hmm… no, sorry, I think I’ll have to cancel… I don’t like the way you disrespected me, Mr. Adult” Jessica harshly teased.
“But our event planning! We- we invested so much into this!” The man’s voice yelled as Lacy took another puff of weed in the passenger seat.
“Sounds like a you problem to me, my company will be just fine without you, so what, we don’t advertise at your show, everyone knows my mom’s brand anyway… tell you what, beg me to not cancel the displays in a voice message and I’ll think about it while I’m at tanning at the beach later, hmm? Okay, adios!” Jessica said, tapping the red button as the sound of pop music came back over the speakers.
“Are you really gonna cancel that shit?” Lacy asked, handing the joint back over to Jessica.
“I’m for sure canceling, I just want to hear him beg and feel like shit before I tell him no, ugh! I can’t wait” Jessica said as she took another long puff.
“God damn, Jess…” Lacy said with an open smile, seeing the smoke slowly waft out between Jessica’s lips.
“What?” Jessica nonchalantly asked, handing the smoking joint back over to Lacy as she sped off through the apartment complex towards downtown Los Angeles.
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Day 350 – Miranda
Miranda answered a knock at the front door of the apartment, “maintenance” the young man in the doorway said, a few other men behind him dressed up in paint-covered work clothes as Miranda lowered her brow in annoyance, dressed in short black tights and a black sports bra, Miranda preparing herself to go to the gym on campus, back in her full routine, wanting to look good for herself and her city before classes resumed for the Fall semester.
“Umm… can I, like, help you or something?” Miranda rudely asked, placing a hand on her hip as she held the doorknob with her other, ready to close the door in their faces.
“We’re here to re-paint the apartment for the next round of students moving in” the young man said as Miranda noticed one of the workers was looking her up and down, trying to make it not obvious.
“Oh, we don’t need it, it’s fine the way it is” Miranda dismissively said.
“But… we have to” the man said with a confused look on his face.
“I’ll do it myself then, just… here give me the cans” Miranda said, beckoning her hands towards the paint cans as the young man hesitantly handed the handle over to Miranda, aggressively pulling away the can and placing it in the hallway behind her pink athletic shoes.
“Uhh… ma’am… are you okay?” the young man asked as the other men shook their heads at each other in bewilderment.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just consider it less work for you today, okay?” Miranda said with a fake smile, quickly closing the door in their faces and locking it tight with a quick twist of the lock. Miranda not wanting to risk her city being caught in the middle of painting by some random morons. Miranda picked up the can and sat it atop the kitchen counter around the corner, already dressed up in her gym attire, she grabbed her keys and headed out, feeling good that she was one of the only few students in the facility and having free access to whatever piece of equipment she wanted without having to wait or be stared at by guys watching her squat up and down.
Feeling better about herself and confident again now that she was alone and had full control over Ashton City, she pumped her legs up and down for a set of lunges, correcting her form in the mirror as she stared at her thin and toned body, she breathed steadily before moving on to her other planned exercises for the day, using her gym time to not have to think about her micros, losing herself in her own world and melting away her responsibilities as the goddess owner of a semi-destroyed micro civilization.
Sweat dripped down her chest as she finished up her work out on the rowing machine, brushing a few loose beads away from her forehead, satisfied with her work out and returning home, all alone in the apartment, a feeling she had been getting used to and cherishing dearly knowing a new wave of three roommates was edging just around the next few weeks before the start of the new school semester. Knowing that she needed to prepare her city for the possibility of three new giant dangers who might try to intrude on her business and potentially kill her people either accidentally, or worse, purposefully.
Miranda returned to her room, kicking her shoes off and brushing them into her closet with the side of her foot, pulling out her phone from the gym bag and sitting on her bed as she texted Natalie, “updates please” Miranda’s message sent. Miranda sat her phone down atop the bed, standing up and stripping herself naked as her skin was still a bit sticky and warm from her workout.
Grabbing her phone and stepping towards her desk, looming her warm, naked body over the city as she smiled at the progress of the cleaning and reconstruction efforts, watching as her micros worked in the damaged areas caused by Jessica’s help. Miranda sat down at her chair as she massaged some of the tightness in her thighs from her squats, her bare tits lulling right by the city’s skyline as she rubbed her skin slowly to ease the muscle tension, unaware that the warmth radiating from her body was increasing the temperature around the city.
“We’re making excellent progress! Jessica’s refugees are assimilating quite well, I’m getting better at this weird machine, my injuries are almost healed up, and we’re still counting the dead and missing, I’ll have an actual total for you soon a long with the current population of Ashton city” Miranda’s phone buzzed with Natalie’s message as Miranda smiled, turning and tossing her phone towards her bed as she looked back towards her city, scanning her eyes over her micros.
“I’m gonna take a shower and when I get back, I can help with some of the- wait…” Miranda paused as she stood up, her bare thighs and pussy eye level with her city. Miranda grimaced a bit in frustration, her hands on her hips, “hey, what did I say about the new rules? No helicopters, like, while I’m awake unless my nails need to be worked on… set them down, now” Miranda sternly spoke, eyeing the tiny gnats hovering above the city. Miranda unaware it was a few emergency helicopters responding to traffic accidents. “Ugh! It’s like you want to get blown up when I walk by” Miranda scoffed, rolling her eyes, and placing her hands across her chest in irritation.
“Ugh… what did I say! No going beyond the city limits!” Miranda said as she looked across her desk, seeing a group of micros on the plain desk on the outskirts of the city, unaware that they were just hauling debris from the destroyed parts of the city out of the way to be sorted and salvaged at a later time. “Do you want to get squished by the new girls? No? then go back home, now” Miranda demanded as she scorned them. “That’s it, I’m building a border so nobody, like, wanders off, I can’t be responsible if my new roommates find you out there where I can’t see you, okay?” Miranda said as she saw the micros starting to move slowly back towards the city at her command.
Miranda noticed that only a few helicopters listened to her directions, flying away off towards different spots of the city and landing safely, but two still remained, hovering over downtown and not moving. Miranda leaned over, taking a closer look at the flying specks, “last warning…” Miranda whispered, her crystal blue eyes taking up nearly the entire sky for the pilots as they knew they couldn’t move or risk losing the injured patients below.
Miranda hmphed, annoyed as she reached her hand under and upwards towards the choppers, letting her index finger and thumb fold up next to them. Miranda curled her lips to the side a bit in disappointment as she clenched her fingers together, pinching and crushing the helicopters to dust, seeing a little puff of an orange explosion before she squelched it out by pinching tighter, Miranda rubbing her thumb and index finger together over trashcan beneath her desk, letting the crumbs of the destroyed helicopters fall into the can. “Please take these rules seriously, I’m only trying to protect you from the new girls” Miranda said as turned on her heels, her naked backside in the view of everyone as her quaking steps carried her off towards her shower.
She finished her shower, drying herself off and laying down on her bed wrapped up in a towel as she held her phone above her face. “Why did I find helicopters above my city today? Like… they know how dangerous that is, right?” Miranda typed to Natalie.
“They were responding to an emergency call and needed to be there” Natalie responded.
“Natalie, what did I say about what I have to do?” Miranda responded.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, you did the right thing, they shouldn’t have been there, and they should have listened to you” Natalie quickly responded as Miranda smiled atop her bed.
“Good, they can fly while I’m sleeping or when I’m out, but never when I’m walking around… and Natalie, I want you to check in with me every day from now on, I want updates about my city whenever I ask, okay?” Miranda typed.
“Yes, Miranda” Natalie responded.
“Just be ready the plan for tonight, we’ll see how well you do with organizing my people to paint my nails, and make sure you have fun with it, too! This is exciting for both of us, you’ll do great! Remember that the spare nail polish is in a hangar or something at the army base” Miranda replied, giggling atop her bed.
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Day 353 – Natalie
Natalie sniffled at the monitor, watching the cameras across the city capture the view of a titanic set of tan fingers setting down brightly lit toy blocks all around the city, effectively creating an insurmountable border that was taller than most buildings in the city apart from a few surviving skyscrapers. The city was now cutoff from the openness of the desk, the feelings of a large, multicolored wall surrounding the city activated some claustrophobia for some citizens and especially Natalie, who knew the people of the city were growing tense that Miranda was killing people who disobeyed her new rules.
She was becoming increasingly depressed. Having been involuntarily forced into becoming Miranda’s tiny new mayor, the only person in the city that knew how to operate the complicated communications terminal after having watched Sabine do it up until her brutal death, Natalie knowing that she had to do whatever Miranda said or end up the same way, an unrecognizable smear of red paste stuck to the bottom of her skin.
After Jessica decimated parts of the city, the weeks following were becoming scarier and more alarming. Natalie and the people of Ashton City noticed Miranda becoming progressively strict and more involved with the daily lives of her micros which was leading to more accidents and deaths, but Miranda kept insisting that the rules would protect them from the three new giant women that they were repeatedly warned about.
Natalie wiped away some of her tears as she saw Miranda standing in the middle of her room with a bright smile on her face and a look of satisfaction after she laid the last plastic toy brick, officially bordering off the city. Miranda placing her hands on her hips as she nodded up and down as if acknowledging a job well done. Natalie’s hands shook as she reached for the communications terminal and brought up a transmission, Natalie wanting so badly to just be left alone, to spend time in her assigned house and hug her pillows tightly, but she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere while Miranda was awake, constantly needing to be attentive to her messages.
Natalie had no room to process anything, her life was waking up at the same time as her goddess and serving her until she went to sleep, but then again, it was only Miranda that seemed to get sleep. Natalie would lay awake at night, reliving the trauma from living in Lacy’s city repeatedly in her mind and imagination, and having to deal with a new wave of trauma from Jessica’s apocalypse, and Miranda bearing her weight onto the city more and more each day. Natalie finally felt at her breaking point, after all that time, having endured the horrors of Lacy, Jessica, and now Miranda, she just wanted it to end, so she began typing and hoping.
“Miranda, can we please talk about something serious?” Natalie typed as she saw Miranda turn around and pick her phone off the massive bed.
“What is it?” Miranda replied, Natalie watching on the screens as Miranda sat down on her bed.
“I don’t think I can be mayor anymore; I think it’s best if someone else takes over” Natalie responded, nervous, her throat feeling like it was closing, her heartbeat racing as she couldn’t stop bouncing her legs from the nerves she felt, seeing Miranda’s face turn to confusion and annoyance on the screens.
“But you did such a good job with my nails, see?” Miranda said, picking up her feet from the floor and scrunching her pink nails towards the city a few times before settling them back down into the carpet.
“I just think maybe we can have an election, and I can train whoever wins to take over down here, please?” Natalie desperately typed.
“Natalie, no… I decide who I want as mayor, and it’s you” Miranda replied.
“Please, Miranda, I just want to be left alone, that’s all I want” Natalie typed back, placing her head on the desk and weeping streams of tears, trying so desperately to remind herself in her head that she was lucky to be alive and that things were so much worse when she lived in Lacy’s cult infested city, but it wasn’t enough, Natalie didn’t feel free anymore, her mental health deteriorating, thinking Miranda used to look like such an angel and savior, but that image was quickly fading away.
“Tell you what… you pick someone, train them, I’ll leave you alone…” Miranda’s message replied as Natalie picked her head up from the desk and smiled, cry-laughing as she tried to contain herself from cheering. “Let me know when you’re done with that” Miranda responded.
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Day 354 – Miranda
Miranda put the finishing touches on a few pieces of new kitchen decorations, wanting to spruce up the apartment for the new roommates to make it feel more welcoming and girly in her opinion. Satisfied with a job well done smile as she hoped the new roommates wouldn’t dare come near her room, Miranda’s phone rang atop the kitchen counter as she grabbed it, “Hey, mom” Miranda answered. “No… yeah, yeah like a week from now, no, I don’t know any of them yet, I hope they’re nice too…” Miranda kept answering as her mother dragged the conversation on, Miranda pacing around the living room, using her free hand to fluff up some of the new accent pillows on the couch, “No, mom, I don’t really feel like coming home, I’m just really busy… yeah… I know, love you, too, bye” Miranda said as she hung up, sighing deeply as she just wanted a break, a little worked up from the phone call and the building stress of not knowing what kind of roommates she was going to get, Miranda desiring a bit of relief, wanting to use her new favorite way to get it.
Miranda retreated into her room, standing hip level with the city as she wiggled her tight shorts and panties down to the floor, exposing her bare pussy in front of the city. Miranda rubbed her fingers around her clit a few times as she breathed slowly, using her fingers to pull her lips up and slightly spreading them apart, leaning herself against the desk as she smiled and looked down her body, Miranda not even having to say anything anymore as hundreds of volunteers started to pour out of the streets and up to her pussy, rubbing themselves against her clit until she became wet. Miranda getting used to the treatment since being alone in the apartment, using her city every few days to make herself cum as it always felt so much better than we she did it herself after only discovering the new benefit just a few weeks prior.
She moaned quietly as she arched her back inward and stuck her chest outward over the city, clenching her eyes shut and focusing on the stirring feeling building up beneath her, gripping tightly to the edge of the desk to keep herself balanced. Miranda uncontrollably wiggling her hips into the desk at the pleasant sensation growing warmer, making the job for her micros more difficult as she moaned a little heavier. Miranda’s sports bra covered chest nearly over the top of the tallest buildings as she finished after a few minutes, humming softly as she slowly pulled herself off from the desk, a few strands of cum pulling away and snapping from the tension as she turned and laid atop her bed to bask in the afterglow feeling reverberating throughout her body.
Miranda never knowing that sometimes just a few of her people would get stuck to the wetness and get dragged away between her folds when she came and pulled herself away from the city, their voices too small to be noticed by her as they begged to be saved, but they never lasted long as they suffocated or became squished messes if Miranda pressed her thighs together when she got comfy under her blankets.
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Day 355 – Natalie
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Ashton City, I’m Linda Sav and tonight, I’m joined by the courageous Natalie; many of you knew her from my previous newscast, and now many of you know her as Miranda’s personal assistant, Natalie… how are you this evening?” the older woman’s voice chimed, the local news celebrity with jet-black hair and a couple of grey streaks, a sharp nose and heavy amounts of makeup to make her appear younger, sat across a from Natalie as the cameras rolled for all the citizens of Ashton City to see.
“I’m great, it’s been a while since we’ve talked, how are you, Linda? You know, if it weren’t for your previous interview with me, nobody would have recognized me when Miranda took Sabine away” Natalie said.
“I’m glad, and I’m doing so well! That day was rough for a lot of us… a lot of innocent lives lost, thankfully Jessica will never return, and we can focus on the important things going forward” Linda chirped.
“Exactly” Natalie spoke, Natalie dressed in professional clothes that were given to her from Linda’s news team, scavenged from the city, Linda wanting her to look as nice as possible for the interview, an assistant even doing Natalie’s makeup for the first time in over a year.
“Like last time, we can start with easy questions and work our way to the harder stuff, then we have some viewer submitted questions that I think will apply to our discussion on primetime tonight, Mayor Natalie, are you ready to tell the people what’s really going on?” Linda asked with a sly smile.
“Yes, Linda, let’s get started” Natalie said.
“Fantastic! Natalie, as you know, many people suffered that terrible day when Jessica wreaked havoc upon our lovely city, do you have an official death toll?” Linda asked with an inquisitive look.
“Sort of, so, it was my understanding that Ashton City once had 3.7 million people before the uhh… the blue storm took all of our homes… today, I can tell you that we have just over 1.9 million people, this includes all the data I saw from Miranda’s accidents and other incidences before I even lived here, but… to answer your question, on Jessica Day, we lost approximately 804,923 people… with many still considered missing or unidentified, so expect the number to go up for the next few weeks” Natalie spoke.
“Ah, I see, so, according to some quick math here, Miranda and her accidents have been responsible for just over a million deaths total since the storm, correct?” Linda questioned.
“I suppose, but it’s to my knowledge that both Ana and Lacy were significant contributors to deaths here as well” Natalie said.
“Well… no matter what the math says, we will all remember “Jessica Day” as the day we thought our lives were over, including my own… as my audience knows, I was just but two streets over from where Jessica decided to drag her nails though parts of the city, I remember the screams of people as they fell under her, but it’s over now… we’re safe” Linda said as Natalie nervously gulped, yet still smiled for the cameras.
“Yes, we’re safe now” Natalie said with an empty look on her face, but her fake smile convincing enough as she had to do so many times with the cult-like masses of Lacy’s people when she lived under her rule.
“Next question, those who are considered missing, what is that about?” Linda curiously asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well… there’s never any way to really know who’s missing and who isn’t… when people are killed in such... uhh… cruel ways, sometimes there is just no identifiable trace of them to find, so we consider them missing as an act of respect for the person” Natalie said.
“Hmm… it’s difficult for me to understand that concept when many of those “missing people” were plastered onto Jessica’s skin, but… you do what you have to” Linda said as she tapped her fingers together, leaving Natalie a bit speechless for a few seconds.
“Once we know for sure, they are added to the death toll” Natalie anxiously said.
“Hmm… Okay, Natalie, next question, what’s the status of the city overall? We’ve been through so much; we need leadership at our level just as much as we need Miranda up there and we greatly need someone to tell us the truth” Linda said.
“The ongoing repairs of Ashton City’s infrastructure are going well and there is plenty of room for refugees and the saved people from other places around Miranda’s home, we have plenty of food and water, power, supplies, but for now, the reconstruction will continue, and those parts of the city will remain sectioned off until safe and deemed livable” Natalie spoke.
“Great, well I can’t wait to see that happen. Now! Let’s move on to some of Miranda’s new rules and laws that she’s implemented since Jessica Day, I just want to run some by you and gauge your feelings on them, shall we?” Linda asked.
“Of course” Natalie responded.
“First, Miranda says that every citizen of Ashton City must remain within city walls, thoughts?” Linda asked.
“Yeah, she just doesn’t want us exposed to the new giant women moving in” Natalie said.
“Hmm… and what about Miranda’s rule about traffic congestion?” Linda asked.
“Right, uhh… she just wants her people to get around without getting stuck is all, it’s a harmless law” Natalie said.
“So how do you explain her flattening an entire city street full of cars under her finger when there was a simple traffic jam, there were several casualties if I recall correctly” Linda said.
“Yes, but she gave everyone plenty of time to get out of their vehicles with her two warnings, and we must do what she says, and traffic has been reduced as a direct result of her actions” Natalie said with fake confidence.
“Right, I won’t go through all of the new rules, but… there is one more I wanted to ask you about before we move on; Miranda says that we all must be do what she says… no matter what, what do you think she means by that?” Linda asked, tilting her head a bit.
“Well, like when Miranda uses volunteers to pleasure herself, nobody bats an eye, there are thousands of people lined up to do it, but… there may come a day where Miranda wishes for us to partake in more difficult tasks, and we will have to do it, simple as that” Natalie said with fake confidence.
“What will happen if we don’t listen to her?” Linda asked.
“I think you can see the changes Miranda has gone through with herself… before, the other giants that are now gone, would never think twice about killing us to get what they wanted, Jessica being the perfect example. So, I think we should do what she wants so that we don’t have to ever worry about that happening, just obey her rules and you’ll be fine, she cares about us and would never hurt us on purpose” Natalie said.
“Okay, Natalie, now onto some viewer submitted questions…” Linda said, shuffling small grouping of cards with some notes written down. “Someone asks, does Miranda care at all about the people she’s accidentally killed over the last year? I watched my friend burn to death when she spilled coffee all over her neighborhood, and we barely got an apology from the goddess” Linda asked, staring Natalie down.
“Of course! She has so much guilt, every death weighs on her so much, she wants to make the city a better place for us all, sometimes accidents happen when she gets involved, we just have to learn to live with it” Natalie said as Linda nodded.
“Okay, next viewer submitted question… someone asks, my husband was a firefighter, Miranda crushed him while he was helping put out fires on Jessica Day, what happens to me now? I have nothing… why aren’t there social benefits for people who have suffered from Miranda’s carelessness?” Linda read.
“Oh, well, I’m sure Miranda never meant to do that, and she would feel terrible if she knew, I’m sure. We can look at setting up some kind of social program for those affected by accidental Miranda incidents” Natalie said, nodding her head.
“Alright, last question from the audience, someone asks, why doesn’t the mayor ever join the regular working-class people up there on Miranda’s nails, or down at her private parts, we work hard, the mayor should too” Linda read.
“I…” Natalie hesitated for a moment as she bounced her leg up and down out of nervousness, “Miranda never asked me to do anything like that, she wants me organizing projects as best as I can from my office, but I understand how hard the people of this city work, trust me, I saw it when I lived with Lacy and I see it here, everyone should be proud of how great they make Miranda feel” Natalie said.
“Okay, Natalie, let’s close our interview out with a bit of candid-speak, shall we? What would you like the people of Ashton City to know about you? You’re young, you’re well spoken, you have a bright future, tell the people what’s going on with you” Linda asked.
“Well, I’m asking for volunteers to take over as mayor, I’ll personally train you and everything!” Natalie cheered, showing a genuine smile for the first time to the cameras.
“Natalie, that’s huge news! Why the sudden shocking change?” Linda intriguingly asked.
“I just want to relax, someone out there in the city will do such a better job than me, why not give them the opportunity? Besides, I’m not even from this city, I think someone from here should represent their people to Miranda, no?” Natalie questioned, staring into the camera as Linda smiled and nodded.
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Day 358 – Miranda
“Have you picked out a new little mayor for me, Natalie?” Miranda typed into her phone. Miranda sitting at the chair in front of her city after having just returned home from the gym, still slightly sweaty as her black sports bra dominated the views all above the border wall surrounding the city apart from the section that bordered the edge of the desk and closest to Miranda’s swaying chest. Miranda’s hair in a loose top bun as she placed her phone down between her thighs and waited for a response, scanning the city for anything that seemed out of place or that didn’t adhere to her rules before she felt the vibration.
“Yes! I found an extremely suitable candidate, he’s perfect, he has communication equipment experience, he’s extremely eager, he’s a little older than me, he’s apparently helped paint your nails before, so he knows what it’s like to be up there on you, I think you’ll really like him” Natalie happily responded.
“That’s great, Natalie, where is he right now?” Miranda replied as she smiled at the city laid out before her.
“He’s being driven down a highway right now towards the base, he’s got a military escort so he can get here faster, he should be getting close, I can’t wait until he gets to message you for the first time” Natalie quickly typed back.
“I’m gonna say hello him!” Miranda happily responded.
Miranda sat her phone down back between her thighs as she leaned her body over the city, wincing her eyes as she focused on the streets and major highway systems running across the city towards the military base. Miranda opened her eyes a bit more and smiled as she spotted a group of faster moving colored dots on the highway lined up in a strange pattern, knowing that must have been the tiny new mayor Natalie was talking about.
“Ah, there you are…” Miranda softly whispered as her smile turned into a glare. Miranda pulled her hand over the city, pointing the pink nail of her index finger downwards towards the busy highway, stabbing her nail into the structure, cutting it in half and crushing the military escort carrying the new to-be mayor under the thick, pink wall. The section of highway puffing into a grey smoke around Miranda’s nail as she pulled it away and wiped it on the side of her athletic tights to clean off the debris. Miranda waiting a few seconds as the smoke dissipated, seeing her tiny nail print indented into the wide roads along with dozens of once occupied cars flattened in the destruction. Miranda could feel her phone vibrate as she smiled again and opened her phone with a swipe of her finger.
“Why would you do that, Miranda? Why?!” Natalie angrily typed in response.
“I’m really sorry about that, but I picked you as mayor, like, that’s just how it is, we can get along if you let me, but you don’t want to be like Sabine, okay?” Miranda typed.
“Are you even doing this for us anymore? Or is this all just for you? We rub your clit, we paint your nails, we do everything you say and now you’re killing us for no reason… you’re just like them, Lacy, Jessica… Ana, you could have been so much better than them, please just let us be happy” Natalie typed as Miranda read and giggled a bit.
“No, Natalie… I’m helping you all stay safe, how else am I going to protect you from the three new girls if you don’t listen to me?” Miranda said, standing up from the desk and smiling downward towards her city, “Okay little ones! I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll drop off some sweets for you later as a thank you for all the hard work you do for me, love you!” Miranda said, blowing her people a small kiss and turning on her heels.
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Day 365 – Miranda
“Remember, we’re getting new friends today, so be on your best behavior while I talk to them” Miranda whispered to her city, her face and chest leaning inward over the city as she had a concerned look. Miranda stood up straight, taking a deep breath and walking to her bathroom, making sure her outfit wasn’t too flashy nor too relaxed, wanting to make a good impression for the new girls who would all be moving in that day.
Miranda in contemplation for a moment as she anxiously paced around her room, waiting for a knock at the front door. Miranda reminiscing about the first day, picking up her moving boxes and seeing Ashton City for the first time, thinking how much different it looked to her in that moment than back when she thought it was just an intricate toy set with moving pieces, remembering how warm and giddy she felt when she was first able to talk to her little people.
Miranda constantly adjusting her shoulder straps and straightening out her short jean shorts over her thighs, wanting her summer outfit to be perfect. Miranda thinking about all the hypothetical things that could go wrong in her head, if the new roommates found her city, or seeing stray micros scattered around the apartment, Miranda grew more distressed as the time finally came, hearing a gentle knock at the front door. Miranda sighed deeply as her heart pounded in her chest, exiting her room, and locking it tightly behind her to make sure nobody could sneak by without her knowledge. Miranda’s bare feet slapped against the floor as she took one last breath and then put on a wide, fake smile as she twisted the door revealing a young woman in the doorway with shoulders full of bags.
“Hey!” Miranda brightly shouted.
“Hey! Oh my god, so nice to meet you!” the young woman said.
“Come in!” Miranda chirped as she ushered the girl in, closing the front door behind her.
“Welcome in! I’m Miranda” Miranda warmly introducing herself.
„Hey Miranda, I’m Kaylee! Oh wow, it’s nice in here, did you do all this?” Kaylee said, gesturing to the new decorations hanging up around the apartment’s living room and kitchen.
“Yeah! and thank you! What’s your room number, I can help you put your stuff in there” Miranda said.
“Uhh… 3D?” Kaylee questioned after reading a small slip of paper in her hand, dangling a room key in the other.
“Oh, great! That was Lacy’s old room, you’re gonna be my, like, next door roommate” Miranda said with a smile.
“That’s so cool!” Kaylee said as she followed Miranda down the cool hallway, the pair setting bags down on the floor by the bed, Miranda thankful it didn’t smell like marijuana still.
“So, what’s up, Kaylee, tell me about you?” Miranda questioned as the bubbly Kaylee looked around her new room.
“Ummm… I’m 19, I’m a sophomore studying communications, but I really want to change majors to nursing I think, I don’t know” Kaylee said.
“Oh, no way! I’m nursing!” Miranda shouted as Kaylee quickly clapped her hands a few times in excitement.
“I was so nervous, I didn’t think I was going to get along with anyone when I got here, oh my god, this is so amazing! We should totally study together if I switch!” Kaylee shouted. The two continued to loudly chat as Miranda helped Kaylee with her boxes, unloading them from her car and carrying them up the stairs to Lacy’s old room. “May I see how you have your room set up?” Kaylee politely asked.
“Uh, no, we can do that later, let’s get you all settled in first, yah?” Miranda said, trying to distract the new girl.
“Aww come on! I just want to get some ideas for my room, sis” Kaylee prodded in a friendly manner as Miranda’s heart raced.
“No! I’m sorry, just now right now, okay?” Miranda shouted, losing her patience as Kaylee recoiled back and lowered her brow in confusion.
“Uh… I’m sorry, I just thought… never mind” Kaylee anxiously spoke as she turned and headed to her room with another box.
“Fuck…” Miranda muttered under her breath as she began to deeply worry in her mind, thinking her new roommate already hated her, Miranda standing alone in the hallway between her room and Kaylee’s new room, leaning against the wall and regretting her rare emotional outburst. Miranda hugging herself as she heard the front door open around the corner, hearing another set of feet entering the apartment. Miranda snapping herself out of her anxious spell to go greet the newest roommate that had just shown up. “Hey, come on in! I’m Miranda” Miranda brightly chirped.
“Hi Miranda, I’m Celeste, how are you?” Celeste said.
“I’m great, Celeste! Welcome to Grove!” Miranda chirped.
“Thank you, look out, my sister Celina should be right behind me with some of our stuff” Celeste said as she took a few steps into the entrance.
“Oh, that’s so cool, sisters! And you’ll both be living in the two bedrooms right next to each other” Miranda said as Celina walked in as Miranda looked a bit confused, “oh… you’re twins?” Miranda asked.
“Yup!” Celina said with a bright smile as she pushed by Celeste hauling a few bags, the three girls standing by the kitchen.
“Um… ew, y’all got ants in here?” Celeste said, making a disgusted face as she stepped further into the living room, staring down at a tiny speck sized bug as Miranda eyes widened in horror at the sudden realization that a micro had survived out in the living room for so long without her noticing. Miranda’s heart racing once more as she looked down towards the speck nearing the side of her foot, Miranda unsure what to do as she felt overwhelmed by nerves, looking towards the twin sisters who were cringing their faces at the idea that they were moving into a bug infested apartment before Miranda dropped her gaze back down towards the micro at the side of her littlest toe.
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Day 365 – Asif
Asif had survived for just over a month off scraps of food crumbs left behind by the giantesses, scattered around the apartment, drinking microscopic droplets of water from the humidity off the cold floor every morning as the sun came up and heated the gigantic living room. Like clockwork, every day he would try desperately to get the attention of the blonde angel as she towered above him. Asif dodging her footfalls by hiding under furniture as he tried his best to make his way to her room, but it was so far and he knew he couldn’t climb anything to get up to her height for her to see him and save him, but he never gave up his drive to try.
All of the furniture, everything she owned, was miles tall compared to him, knowing he lacked the equipment and strength to climb up anything to get closer to her eyes to be seen, knowing it would be challenging to just wave his hands and get her attention, he was a speck compared to her. The many days of strife and anguish he had suffered through seemed to wash away every time he was near her, it only motivated him to keep waving to her from the floor, Asif eventually deciding that going into her room was suicide, becoming lost under the sea of carpet and out of view meant he would surely be squished or slowly starved to death, knowing his only option was to stay on the flat flooring of the living room and pray to his angel that she would see him eventually as he watched her quaking footsteps pass by him each day.
The mood and the tension in the apartment was changing though, a few days after Asif decided to setup a makeshift shelter under the protection of the television stand just around the corner from Miranda’s room, he noticed that the goddess appeared more stressed and aggravated, as if something was going to happen, then it did. Asif watched as a new giantess roamed into the apartment. She was shorter and more petite than Miranda, lighter toned skin, but it was difficult to see her face from behind Miranda’s legs in the far distance.
Asif watched as Miranda and the new giant walked around the apartment, their loud voices pounding in Asif’s ears as he made his way across the floor to the edge of the corner, watching from the baseboard, confident nobody would be able to step on him as he watched his angel and the new giantess stomp all around him until Miranda shouted her away after a sudden outburst, Asif confused that Miranda would act in such a way to a stranger, but he had no time to think about it.
Suddenly, two more giants showed up, they looked identical apart from their hairstyles and clothes, both about as tall as Miranda was, but with a slightly darker complexion than Jessica ever had, Asif thought, quickly realizing he didn’t have time to wonder about the possibilities of what could happen. Miranda and the new giantesses made their way closer to him with Miranda’s right foot only a few hundred yards away, the closest it had even been to Asif since he escaped Jessica’s closet massacre more than a month prior.
Asif knew that three new giants meant his chances for survival amongst the apartment significantly dropped off, hastily deciding to take the chance without thinking his actions through and run for Miranda’s pinky toe in attempt to finally save himself and be rescued. “Come on… come on!” Asif psyched himself up, slapping his own face a few times and yelling at himself before pushing off the massive wall and breaking into a sprint. Asif chugged and pumped his arms and legs, barreling straight towards Miranda’s toes as it seemed like he wasn’t making any progress, the sheer size of Miranda towering above him made it feel like she was still so far away, but surely, he made his way closer and closer to the pink wall of her nail before he knew it.
“UM… EW, Y’ALL GOT ANTS IN HERE?” The new giantess’ voice boomed above Asif, but he was blinded by hope, getting closer and closer to Miranda’s toe, feeling like he could almost reach out and touch it, it was so close to him. Asif rammed his body into her thick skin as hard as he could, trying to get her attention, bouncing himself off and falling backwards onto the floor in a thud, trying to make it apparent that he was down next to the giant toe, wanting her to feel him as he stood back up and began frantically waving his arms up towards her face, saving his voice, knowing he couldn’t shout loud enough for her to hear.
Asif continued to wave his arms and jump up and down as he saw Miranda’s bright blue eyes staring back down towards him for the first time ever. Like an angel, Miranda finally acknowledged his existence. Asif began to cheer and holler, smiling wide and brightly as he saw Miranda motion her body over him, pivoting her foot next to him as the ground shook beneath Asif, finally, he knew he would be saved, thinking at any moment she would reach down and pluck him up. “Yes! Down here! You finally see me, oh angel in the sky!” Asif shouted with uncontrollable glee.
All of Asif’s grief was finally worth it, losing everything, his friends, his village, his hopes, gaining it all back just in time to see her, waiting to be whisked off the floor and brought to her city so he could finally be at peace in the presence of his true goddess, Asif already thinking of ways he could serve her and repay such a great debt of gratitude, his mind in ecstasy as he felt free of all the terror that Jessica and Ana had put him through.
Suddenly, Miranda’s face disappeared under a dim shadow as Asif looked around confused, realizing that Miranda had raised her toes high above him, keeping her heel on the floor a mile away as he shook his head in disbelief, not being able to fathom what was happening. Miranda’s big toe looming above him as his heart sank, before the shadow grew darker, and as if it happened in slow motion, Miranda’s toe descended downward towards Asif who dropped to his knees, his mouth wide open as he couldn’t process any thoughts before he felt his body press into her skin, knocking the breath from his lungs as he was flung to his back in a slamming thump.
Asif reached his hands up, trying to push away Miranda’s toe as he cried tears of regret, but it was too heavy as her warm toe collapsed on him in the next instant, the smallest and most brief sensation of his body snapping and breaking as he tried to yell out in pain and anguish before he suddenly couldn’t feel anymore, his body popping into a red pulp as he smushed into his angel’s skin.
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Day 365 – Miranda
“Nope! No ants here!” Miranda shouted as she lowered her big toe onto the speck sized micro, quickly brushing it back and leaving no trace that it ever existed besides a tiny red streak across the floor and a squished, blackened body stuck to the creases lining her right big toe, “that’s so weird, maybe because, it’s like, a little cooler outside than usual” Miranda spoke as she tried to play off the awkward and tense encounter with her new roommates.
“Uh… Okay” Celeste said, lowering her brow perplexity.
“Yeah, whatever” Celina said as she rolled her eyes, the twins looking at each other with an awkward smirk before they walked off to their neighboring bedrooms that Ana and Jessica had once occupied. Miranda watched as her two new roommates walked away and out of sight before Miranda reared up her toe to look what she had stepped on, a blackened tiny body of a micro that had somehow made it out into the living room after all that time. Miranda shaking her head disappointingly as she wiped off the speck from her toe as it collapsed to the floor, Miranda quickly dabbed up its blood and body with a paper towel, discarding the residue in the trashcan in the kitchen as she felt relieved that the twins didn’t seem to notice what the “ant” really was.
“Hey, let me know if anyone needs help moving, I’ll be in my room… maybe we can get dinner later and all get to know each other, I know this great little Mexican place by campus…” Miranda said, just loud enough for the three new girls to hear her, waiting a few seconds before hearing the twins and Kaylee quietly agree from their rooms down the hallways followed by the sounds of bags and boxes thumping against the floors.
Miranda gently closing her bedroom door behind her, locking it tight as she stepped up to Ashton City and sat down at the desk to watch her people move about the streets beneath her gaze. Miranda leaned in, noticing a small group of a few hundred micros that were beyond the border wall near the edge of the desk closest to her, disobeying her strict rules. Miranda, without hesitation, reached her thumb upwards over the desk’s edge, rearing it downward and pressing on the micros, feeling their bodies crunch and burst into red mist with a few harsh twists into the desk, dragging her bloody thumbprint off of the wood and wiping it against her bare thigh to clean off their mushed, smeared bodies.
Miranda crossed her right leg over her left underneath the table, batting her dangling foot up and down slowly as she gripped the sides of the desk tightly with her hands, rumbling the city a bit. Miranda leaning her face over her city’s streets, neighborhoods, and all of her tiny people, staring at them with her bright, angelic eyes, her perfect blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and back. Miranda softly breathing as she began to whisper with a bright smile creeping across her innocent face, “I won’t let them find out what you are. My rules exist for a reason, okay? I’ll never let them… no… no, you’re my little people… they’ll never hurt you… it’s going to be okay… I’m here… I’m your goddess… and I’m going to protect you for forever…”